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The elevator opened on the 12th floor, and it was a short walk down the hall to Jack's apartment. I could feel my metal cock ring tighten around my quickly hardening cock. My pulse started racing an hour earlier when Jack messaged me to come over. He had a surprise for me. I never say no to one of Jack's surprises. They usually involve some hot, spun-out bottom that he's smoked out or slammed for the first time. That was Jack's specialty: finding an innocent young thing, usually from one of the nearby colleges. It didn't take me long to get ready. It was a Thursday night, and I didn't have to work until Monday. As soon as I had gotten home from work, I turned up the music and got a freshly bought eightball of Tina out of the safe. My dealer, Henry, always has the best shit. The crystals were usually large and chunky, well-made shit. I break a large, solid shard into smaller pieces and load the water bong before turning on the TV. Frozen on the screen is the face of a beautiful twink, eyes wide like saucers, cum dripping from the side of his mouth. This was an amateur gangbang that I filmed last month, and that boy was memorable. I'll have to get in his hole again soon. I hit play, and the camera pans to Kevin, a buddy of mine. Kevin's a tall, hot, lean, vers guy who loves partying. Kevin's jacking his big cock and eating the twink's pink hole between his spread legs. Kevin then takes his big hands and holds the boy's legs further apart, causing the boy to moan loudly. Kevin's eating that fresh hole like he's never going to eat boy hole ever again. It's so sloppy and wet. I get the torch, the 'click' signals the start of a fucking great evening. Those first few hits are always amazing. I like to let the smoke drift out slowly, in big, white, heavy clouds that you can't see through. My shoulders relax, my cock gets chubby, and my mind starts to go to all kinds of places. Usually involving a hot, smooth hole loaded with loads of cum. I get out of my clothes and lay out a few things for the night: my metal cock ring for my fat eight-inch cock, jeans, a white shirt, and my party bag. In the bag are a bottle of G, a loaded pipe, boner pills, a teener of Tina, and six points ready to go, with .5 of Tina already prepped in each. I take off my clothes and take a few hits before getting in the shower. My skin and body are tingling from Tina. That feeling is delicious, especially with the hot water splashing my body. You could say I'm a muscle daddy. I'm 6'1", somewhat hairy chest, arms, and thighs. I can already see some white hairs. It used to bug me, but the boys love it. And I get off on seeing the contrast between my rough, hairy arms and their smooth bodies. I've worked out my entire life, so I'm fit, but I don't make it my life. Athletic enough so I can fuck for days. I clean up with soap, but don't use anything fragrant. I love the smell of a man, especially a man in heat. It's fucking amazing, and my chem boys are intoxicated by the scent. Sometimes, they'll just lie next to me on the bed or couch for hours, smelling my pits, and making out. At the same time, we smoke each other out, while he rubs his cock against my leg, leaking precum. Before long, we’ve got our hands wrapped around each other's boners, jacking each other off, and edging each other the entire time. Sometimes, I'll just turn off the porn on the TV, and it's just us talking nasty and being connected to one another. Porn is fucking hot, but I love it when it's just me and the bottom, verbalizing everything twisted in our heads, turning each other on, between hits of the pipe. It never fails: I always get spun out bottom boys hard while talking nasty to them in this position. I'm drying off when I get Jack's text. "Dude, I have a surprise for you. Don't miss it! Bring whatever you want, but I've also got us well-covered. Can you admin tonight? I know how much that turns you on when it's a newbie!" Attached is a photo of a hot kid. He must be in his early twenties, fit, with a beautiful, smooth face, pretty dick-sucking lips, and a nice smile. He's sitting at the kitchen table with clothes on, a t-shirt, and a baseball hat, so he must have just gotten there. A can of Coke and an empty glass in front. That's usually Jack's signal that he's about to give a guy some G. Jack loves to share with me. We have the same tastes, and though we like to party hard, we keep each other in check and make sure we’re okay. There’s a time and place for everything, and like me, he loves a ritual, especially when it comes to partying. The fucking is just one part of the entire thing. We’re both generous, and we like to keep the bottom right on the edge. Pliable enough so they’ll want to do everything, but not totally out of their wits, unless it’s something they’ve agreed to in advance. There’s a small group of us who are good buddies: me, Jack, Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne. They usually end up at Kevin’s sooner or later. But usually, Kevin likes to start a little more low-key. Get the seduction going, working the bottom over so they’re twisted and ready for anything. I slide the cock ring on, get dressed, and put my party bag in a backpack. I hit the water bong 8 times in a row, finishing what’s in the bowl. The scene on the TV is a close-up of my big raw rock sliding in the boy’s cummy hole over and over again. Good times. I put the pipe away in the safe, turn off the TV, and hop in the car. It’s just a quick 20-minute drive over to Jack’s place, and I’m buzzing. The walk down Jack’s hallway is such a fucking turn on. My entire body knows this walk so well. My heart is beating so fast, and my cock is full-on chubby and tight in my jeans. I have a key to Jack’s place and go right in and lock the door behind me. The place is dark, with just a few night lights turned on. I turn right and, around the corner, see a light from the big screen TV in the living room. On the couch is the bottom boy, clearly in G heaven. The college boy’s still got his baseball hat on, but this time he’s got a loose tank top on, and is wearing short gym shorts with nothing on underneath. He must have shed his street clothes and changed into this outfit. From the side of his shorts, I can see some hair on his bush and a bit of his cock. He’s sitting in between Jack’s legs, head nodding, with Jack’s left hand holding the tank aside so he could play with the boy’s right nip. There’s porn on, some tweaked out looking guys that I don’t recognize. Must be a new amateur one from one of Jack’s many buddies on Telegram. Jack sees me, but the boy doesn’t. I stay to the side for a minute, watching. Jack takes each of the boy's legs and puts them over his own, so the boy's legs are spread-eagled. The short shorts show even a little more of what’s underneath. Jack then takes his right hand and glides it down the boy’s body, down the shorts. The boy moans a little, and Jack whispers in his ear, “You going to be a good boy for me, Drew?”Jack’s slowly jacking the boy’s cock with his left while his right hand is playing with his nips. “God, boy, you feel so good. You’re going to let your Uncle Jack do what he wants with you? I want you to feel really, really good. Especially for your first time partying. You’re going to want to do it with Uncle Jack and his buddies all the time.” While he’s saying this, I can see Drew grind his ass on Jack’s crotch. Jack’s hand roaming all over his body, but eventually lifting Drew’s tank top a bit so he can access both his nips with his both hands. I see Drew’s taught stomach and a small faint line of brown hair going down his torso to his crotch. “Drew, my good buddy, is here. I want you to meet him.” I step out of the shadow and say hello. “Hi, Drew. I’m glad to meet you. How’re you doing? Feeling good?” “Fuck, yeah, so good.” “I’m happy to hear that. I’m looking forward to spending the weekend with you. You don’t have anywhere to go, right?” “No, I told all my friends I’m going away for a few days.” “Good boy.” I look over to Jack, who’s smiling widely. Jack’s still fully clothed, with his button-down shirt open to show his chest and his big nips. I take my backpack off and set it aside. Jack sticks his tongue out and mouths, “fuck, this is going to be good.” I sit next to them on the couch, and Jack nods to me and looks at the coffee table drawer. This is his signal for me to get out the pipes and bag of Tina. “Drew, baby boy, sit here between us. I’m going to put on some other video, and my buddy is going to prepare a few things. We’re going to try something that I think you’ll like very much. Are you up for that?” “Yes, please.” Jack and I love a polite bottom boy. Drew scootches between us, and I scan his smooth legs—Drew’s pretty hairless, about 5'6”, maybe 135 lbs. I take a good look at his beautiful face and notice his red swollen lips. They must have been making out for the past hour. I could already feel the heat off Drew. I don’t know how much G Jack gave, but it was enough to get the night going for the hot boy. I turn to Drew and smile, and he looks at me and smiles back. I look at his brown eyes, then reach over and gently grab the back of his neck and bring him over for a sloppy make-out. I feel his tongue on mine as he gently moans. I reach over and push his shirt up again so I can play with his nip. As soon as I did that, Drew started to grind his ass on the couch. We’ve found his magic button. I bet his boy hole is already winking open and closed. Oh, this is going to be good. I pull back to let him breathe. “Let’s get you fucked up, boy. Sounds good to you?” “Mmmhmm.” I smile, and then I reach over to pull his shorts open, so I get a peek. Hmm, just a bit of hair around a beautiful cock. He’s semi-hard, which is probably because of the G. That’s okay, later I love getting a spun out boy on his back, shaving all his pubes off, while he’s strapped down, getting ready to get a slam. Drew smiles and says, “God, you guys are so hot. This is great.” “Oh, it’s about to get even better.” I reach down and get the stuff from the coffee table drawer. Drew’s watching what I’m doing closely. I put a clean pipe down on the coffee table, a torch, a bag of Tina, and some silicone lube. “Have you done this before?” “No, but I’ve been wanting to try.” “You hear that, Jack? Boy wants to try! Of course, Drew, we’re happy to oblige.” Jack finds the porn from the drive he can access from the TV, and hits play. It starts with a hot twink looking up, with a disembodied voice saying, “Ever take a man’s raw cock?” Jack then takes Drew’s left leg and once again puts it over his own leg. Drew loves smoking up his bottom boys while they’re straddling him. I take Drew’s right leg and put it over mine. He’s spread wide and flops back on the couch with a laugh. “Hey, Jack, let’s get this party started for real. I can’t wait to taste Drew’s hole"

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 2 Dr Matthew froze for a few moments. This must have been the guy who loaded him full of poz cum a few years prior. He remembered every detail and almost nightly, for over 7 years, has played it back in his head before falling asleep. For it was then, at night, tired from long days of preaching safe sex and PrEP use to his patients, that the encounter with the biohazard guy at the glory hole would puncture his steely resolve, and memories of Keith’s huge poz weapon penetrating and unloading pure HIV seed into Matthew’s hole. Of course, it had to be Keith who was on the other side of the partition, who else would have that license plate? He made up his mind, right then and there, not to hire the tall, hot nurse with the full beard and tufts of dark chest hair spilling over the top of his scrubs, his buff arms straining against the material. “No, don’t hire him,” he said to himself “no matter how good a nurse he might be,” he had convinced himself. Or so he thought. “Welcome to the practice”, he found himself saying to Keith 20 minutes later. Keith had handled himself well in the interview, answering all the questions and even strongly implied that he could bring in a following of new patients who would need HIV care, but not going into details about how and why they’d be newly poz patients. Dr. Matthew heard all of this on one level, but inside his mind he was replaying that quickie at the arcade with this gorgeous specimen of manhood who unbeknownst to Keith had planted his poz pole up Matthew’s ass and seeded him deeply with a huge load of toxic HIV cum. Dr Matthew struggled to keep his composure, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his cock was responding in an unprofessional NSFW way. By every measure, Keith became a model employee and was quickly advanced to the Head Nurse position. To Dr. Matthew, he became indispensable. And sure enough, Keith would refer a lot of new patients to Dr. Matthew’s practice, all gay men and almost all newly pozzed. Most of them would get put on meds right away and be content with that. A few, however, deferred meds until “some point in the future,” as a lot of them would say. Dr. Matthew, being the open-minded doctor he had trained to be, and wanting to be responsive to his patients’ needs, listened carefully and would always advise guys to start meds, but if that wasn’t their wish, he would counsel them on how to stay healthy and not spread the virus. It went on like that for a couple of years, preaching meds, or safe sex and condoms and as soon as Dr. Matthew would finish up and leave the exam room, he’d head back to his office, close the door, and grab his expanding cock and jerk it furiously at the thought of poz guys loading him up with HIV. He knew in his head it was wrong, but his cock said otherwise. Eventually, he started noticing guys coming back for follow-up appointments with biohazard or scorpion tats on them, usually just above crotch level or prominently on one bicep or both. Even a few guys boldly had the words “HIV” or “AIDS” tattooed on them. Then, the dark Xs started making an appearance as tats on guys…and they began to proliferate on their subjects. Eric, a new patient Keith referred, even had 5 Xs branded across his abdomen. And fewer and fewer of his newly pozzed patients would start meds right away. He felt his education of his pozzed patients starting not to take hold with them and wondered what he could do or say differently. On the first day that new patient Randy came in, Dr. Matthew delivered his standard speech about meds and Randy said he’d get the Rx filled right away. Matthew watched as Randy left the building and threw away the pamphlets and the prescription in a trash can. Randy returned late on a Friday afternoon about 6 few months later for follow-up labs and he noticed 2 black Xs inked across his mid-section. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask: “Randy, if you don’t mind my asking, and you can tell me to MYOB, but what are the Xs meant to represent?” Randy, already a veteran poz father to over 20 men, spoke up and for the first time, proudly and unashamedly articulated the concept of The Ten to the young idealistic well-meaning doctor. “Each one stands for 10 guys I’ve helped into the brotherhood of HIV,” doc”, Randy explained. “Every 10th guy we poz, we get another X marked on us. There’s a whole brotherhood of guys pozzing chasers. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling knowing your HIV is gifted to someone else!” Dr. Matthew had suspected this was the case, as so many of Keith’s friends came in as new patients, all of them poz – some of them to go on meds, and some not. Still, the idea that there was an organized group of men doing this was way beyond what he could comprehend. His mind was reeling at the thought of Randy and Keith and all the other hot poz men he’s been treating. He hurried through the rest of the appointment, only pausing to look at and explain to Randy’s his viral load numbers and they were impressive…Still, Randy was in good health and professed no symptoms other than a greatly enhanced libido, for which he smiled at the thought. “Doc, since I went poz,” Randy explained “I’m thinking about breeding every hour of every day…if a day goes by where I don’t blow my poz load inside at least one dude, I’m an unhappy guy. Luckily, nearly every day I get to fuck at least one chaser…and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doc!” This was the last appointment for the week, and he saw Randy to the door, then turned back to his office, the lab printouts still in his hand. The young idealistic doctor took the papers to his office, locking the door behind him and closing the shades on the window. He laid the papers on his desk, sitting in his big chair and quickly unbuttoned and lowered his pants. His cock was already rigid and as he looked at the results: Viral Load, CD4 count, and thinking of all the men in this burgeoning group called “The Ten,” rejoicing and spreading HIV at will…he could not control his cock or the thoughts racing in his head. He stood up and with a few final frantic tugs on his hard member, he blew his load over the papers, the neg load pooling right where the Randy’s HIV numbers were. He felt possessed by the thought of going POZ…he knew it was wrong on so many levels but once the idea imprinted itself in his brain, he couldn’t help it - he felt powerless to resist. He knew he was a medical professional with a reputation to uphold , so he decided that if he was going to indulge in bug-chasing, he would at least go out of town to do it, where no one he knew might see him. That’s why early Saturday morning, he was on the I-10 to Palm Springs. Atypically, traffic was mercifully light, and in a bit over 2 hours, the young doctor rolled up to the Cathedral City Men’s Club, a place he had heard about from Keith. A banner inside the entrance proclaimed “PIG WEEK 2025 .” He went into the office and there was one available room left. The desk clerk alerted him to the shower hose in the bathroom for prepping one’s hole, and told him where the “play areas” were on the grounds. One hour later, Dr. Matthew ventured over to the play area which was a black tented area, the entrance obscured by thick heavy curtains. He went in and let his eyes adjust from the bright desert sunshine to the dark environment. He was ready, he was going to take any and all loads that these Palm Springs guys had to offer. Finding an available sling in the corner, he settled in it, his feet in the stirrups and his near-virgin hole exposed. Did he know what he was doing or how to act in this place? Not entirely…but his hardening cock and twitching hole led him into the sling. He closed his eyes and waited. It wasn’t a long wait. Soon, a warm hand was fingering at his hole, then a warm tongue flicking and finding its way inside him. He moved with the motions of the guy rimming him and finally opening his eyes, saw the man positioning his hard raw cock at Matthew’s opening, forcing its way inside and settling in balls-deep inside the young idealistic doctor who knew in his head this was wrong but was powerless to stop it. The guy fucked him for awhile but then vacated his hole for another dude in a sling to the left. Dr. Matthew was briefly disappointed but within seconds a new guy took his place inside the young doctor’s hole. “Oh, it’s like a try-out all the merchandise for these guys,” he thought to himself as the second man withdrew and moved on and was soon replaced by a 3rd cock in his ass. And this went on for some time, until the very first man to penetrate him returned and resumed his fucking of Matthew…With his eyes acclimated to the dark, he made out the outline of a scorpion tat on the guys pec. This was a poz cock he was getting! The guy heaved and huffed and finally announced that he was going to breed the young doctor: “Take that dirty poz load you fucking whore!” he exclaimed as eight or nine shots of toxic semen got blasted inside Matthew’s guts. A few of the top men gathered around, Matthew recognizing the 2nd guy from earlier who said to the breeder as his load was delivered into Matthew’s butt: “Nice, Frankie, get that unmedicated seed up in the little bitch,” and with that Frankie pulled out and the second man went back inside the doctor “I’m gonna blow, take that poz cum, you little fucking slut!” This brought a few more men to cluster around the sling and soon enough Matthew had four, then five, then six poz loads up his hole. The men were relentless in their fucking…no sooner would they drop a viral load in the young doctor’s cunt would they move on to whoever was in the next sling and repeat the insemination there. Was it really like Randy and Keith said that the virus demands multiple breedings and wills it to be so? Medically speaking, he knew that didn’t really make sense, but here was contrary evidence as these poz unmedicated viral men repeatedly blew their dirty loads up Matthew’s ass, and also his sling neighbors. This went on for over 2 hours during which Matthew figured he’d taken at least 15 loads of viral cum from about 10 guys. The guy they called Frankie contributed 5 of those and from what Matthew could tell, Frankie spent a lot of time fucking the other guys in the room, but only would load up Matthew’s hole. “I wanna give my HIV babies a fighting chance up in that newby cunt of yours, kid,” Frankie said as his 5th load of HIV cum was blasted into Matthew’s hole “increase my odds that it’s my strain that’s infecting you into the brotherhood, pig!” Finally, Matthew’s blown-out hole had had enough and as the crowd of men had thinned out, the young idealistic doctor took himself out of the sling and, unsteadily at first, made his way to the exit. Frankie, spying him as he was leaving came up to him wielding a lucite buttplug. “Here, get this up that bug trap of yours, brother…let those AIDS-loads soak in, you don’t wanna lose any,” and he roughly bent Matthew forward and the plug found its way inside Matthew’s blown-out cunt with ease. Matthew retreated to his room, his mind abuzz with what he had done. He was so excited and keyed up that, finally falling onto the motel bed, his cock once again sprang to life, and shot a hands-free load of neg cum up into the air. “Was this my last neg load, or my first poz one,” he wondered to himself as he relaxed, plug in place holding all that HIV inside him. After a long nap with the plug inside him, Matthew started to feel hungry…he hadn’t eaten all day, so he took himself to a local bistro…his mind was still swirling at what he had done but his hole, wet with poz cumloads and stuffed with Frankie’s buttplug, felt sated. He was looking over the menu when he heard his name. “Matthew?” someone called. He looked up and there was his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli, from whom Matthew had bought the medical practice 2 years earlier. “What are you doing in P.S?” Martinelli asked, as Matthew motioned for his mentor to join him and Dan sat across from him. “Just a quick getaway,” the young doctor replied “I needed a little holiday…and what about you?” “Oh, as you know, I live here now…I’m meeting some friends for dinner, they’re in town for a…convention,” he said, “at the men’s club down the road. Oh, here they come now.” Matthew looked up from the menu and past his mentor Dr. Martinelli, to see none other than Frankie and 2 of the other poz men who just a couple of hours ago, blew their toxic cum up Matthew’s ass. Matthew thought to himself how retirement agreed with Dan Martinelli, with his salt-and-pepper hair and beard and his tall frame, with the same green eyes. He was rocking a hot body for a man in his 60s…thin but muscular in his sleeveless T and shorts. Frankie and company approached and greeted their friend Dan. “How do you know this little cumwhore, Dan?” Frankie asked, in his usual booming voice, to which Martinelli spun around and said to Frankie “Him? You mean Matthew?” “Fuck yes! We spent the afternoon loading up that little bitch with HIV, and he took 5 loads alone from me, and a lot more from these guys” Frankie announced, pointing to his friends. “Why, Matthew, a man of hidden talents,” Martinelli smirked at his young protégé. Frankie and his entourage moved over to their table, and Martinelli turned back to Matthew and said “I need to go join them, but when did you start chasing, Matthew?” “I guess you could say it started today in reality,” he replied “but it’s been building inside me for awhile.” Dr. Martinelli nodded in agreement:“Yeah, I spent my career trying to keep guys negative, but once I retired, I stopped my meds so I could pass the gift around, and I’ve never been happier.” and with that Dr. Martinelli lifted up his shirt and revealed several bio tats and a dark X tattooed on his furry midsection. “Got my 10th poz son just a couple of weeks ago. Such an incredible feeling to create poz sons with your strain!” With that, Martinelli joined his friends, greeting each of them with a deep kiss and laughing at the depravity of pozzing up guys at will and dropping HIV loads into the little idealistic doctor. As Matthew resumed looking at the menu, his phone buzzed: a text from Dr. Martinelli: “Hey, you want some more loads? I didn’t get to go to the Men’s Club earlier, but my cock is gonna burst if I don’t get some relief. Balls full of HIV babies for you, kid. Meet me in the parking lot…now!” Dr. Matthew and Dr. Dan Martinelli met 30 seconds later in the parking lot, Martinelli taking his protégé’s arm and leading him behind a dumpster. “Right here, in the open?” Matthew said as Dan was leading him by the elbow “don’t you think…” “I’m not asking permission, whore,” Dan interrupted. “We’re doing this right here and right now, my balls are gonna fucking explode. When you poz up, Matty, you’ll understand. It takes over your whole being, to breed and seed and replicate,” he said, loosening Matthew’s belt and dropping his pants. A hard push on Matthew’s back sent him leaning against the wall, and Dr. Dan unbuttoned his own jeans and spit on his raging boner. Removing the buttplug Frankie had shoved inside Matthew’s cunt, and with the benefit of the streetlamp above, Dr. Dan could see Matthew’s gaped hole glistening with AIDS-cum from Frankie and Co. The buttplug also glistened with the cumloads of so many men who fucked and bred the young doctor and Martinelli shoved it into Matthew’s mouth. “Taste that poz cum straight outta your hole, you little bug-chasing bitch. You like taking those bugs, boy?” he said as he positioned his HIV pole against the young doctor’s hole. “Here are some more for you,” and he plunges his toxic fuckstick up inside Matthew, the cum already up there making it silky smooth and inviting. “Oh, baby boy, I’m not gonna last long in this cummy pussy of yours, get ready for my poison load. Pure high-viral unmedicated AIDS-cum for your greedy cumhole.” Dr. Dan thrust deeper up Matthew’s cunt and delivered fresh shots of HIV inside the young doctor, about 9 cumblasts in all. “I’m super viral now that I stopped my meds over a year ago,” I know we’ll never know for sure, but I hope it’s my strain that turns you,” he said, shuddering and shaking with his cock depositing the last few drops of HIV inside Matthew. He withdraws his cummy pozzing stick from the young doctor’s hole, replacing it again with the buttplug. “I’m going back to my friends now, whore,” he says, reaching for his phone. “I’m texting you my address. I’ll unlock the door with my phone app, just make yourself comfortable. By ‘comfortable’, I mean ass up and waiting…I’m not done with you.” Dr. Matthew did as instructed, and 90 minutes later, Dr. Dan returned home and found the young doctor ass up and waiting. Over that night, Dr. Dan forcefully filled his cunt with 3 more loads of HIV that evening and finally at 3am released him from his dominance and Matthew returned to the hotel wiped out, his happy hole remaining plugged, absorbing all those sweet viral loads. He would have a lot to tell his nurse Keith on Monday morning but for now, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill, noted safe-sex and condom advocate, who had written thousands of prescriptions for PrEP to his patients, went to sleep with about 18 poz loads soaking into his hole. He slept sounder than he had done in years. End of Chapter 2

Part One: Familiar Disasters They both remembered the last time they saw each other. Two years ago. Downtown. The station that always smelled like metal and rain. They’d spotted each other across the tracks. Juan on one side, Daniel on the other. Just long enough for their eyes to lock before the train shot away. They were left with echoes from their past, not all of it good, but most of it made of things they still craved. Two years was enough time to become different people. New jobs, new friends, new apartments. They’d each slept with other men, learned new ways to be cold, new ways to be kind. Time did what time does: it layered distance over memory. And yet, that moment at the station had been like hitting a reset button. Everything they’d buried came back, the heat, resentment, want. It made it easier, later, to tell themselves that the pull between them was just being human and horny, something you could outgrow. Until tonight. Daniel saw him before he was ready to see him. Juan was walking down the street toward him, framed in the yellow spill of the bar signs. He looked older, broader in the shoulders, a bit more tired around the eyes, but somehow even more dangerous for it. Daniel’s body clocked him before his brain did: the remembered heat of his skin, the way he’d move on top of him, the weight of him. The one Puerto Rican he’d ever dated, and the only one who’d ever really taken control from him in bed. Their eyes met over the blur of people between them. Daniel felt his breath hitch. Juan’s lips curved into a slow, surprised grin; Daniel felt his own answering it before he could stop himself. They closed the distance like magnets. “God, it’s been too long,” Juan said, voice low, right against Daniel’s ear as he pulled him into a hug. God, I want to taste him, he thought. Daniel inhaled a memory, sporty cologne and a faint trace of smoke. His body reacted to it as if it knew what to do. “I know, I know,” Daniel sighed, clinging a beat too long. “But here we are.” He forced himself to pull back. He forced himself not to stare too hard into Juan’s eyes. Don’t be an idiot, he thought. Don’t fall right back in. Juan hated small talk, but he could not let Daniel walk away this time. So they talked about work, apartments, aging parents. But it was all scaffolding around what was really happening. Juan noticed that their bodies kept drifting closer. Every topic they talked about was really them saying, “I don’t want this to end at the sidewalk.” We gotta stop making up excuses not to say goodbye, Juan told himself. So he admitted it, and then Daniel did too: they had been cruising for a hookup. Juan finally stopped mid-sentence and looked at Daniel slowly, in a way that was no longer subtle. His attraction to Daniel’s body, and the sense of ownership he still felt over it, brought on a smile. “Come with me,” he said, like it wasn’t a question. Daniel reached for Juan’s hand and threaded their fingers together, confident and familiar, and Daniel let himself be led. They slipped off the main drag, past the noise of the bars, into a narrow alley that smelled like bleach and a bad weekend. Daniel’s chest tightened with recognition. He knew this route. So did Juan. This was the back way—no signs—to the basement bar everyone just called The Ditch. If you knew, you knew. From the street it looked like nothing, just a half-hidden door at the bottom of a short flight of concrete steps. But Daniel remembered the first time Juan had brought him here, the way the air inside changed so fast; it was heavy, dark, thick, sweaty, humid. Down there, anything went. As they reached the top of the stairs, Juan’s thumb stroked the inside of Daniel’s wrist, slow and deliberate. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing back with that same crooked smile Daniel had never really gotten over. Daniel swallowed, feeling like he was fifteen again. “With you?” he shrugged. “Always.” They slipped inside, where the music was loud, the crowd dense, and the smell of weed mixed with sweat and poppers filled the air. They pushed their way through to the bar, had two shots of tequila each, and wandered deeper into The Ditch. Juan spotted a couple of guys he knew huddled in a far-off corner; they were passing a small glass pipe around. He looked at Daniel, whose eyes flashed with excitement, a look that made Juan think of doing nasty things. They took hit after hit from the pipe, each inhalation ending much too soon. Juan grinned widely at Daniel and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming up and down Daniel's body, faster and harder. He firmly pushed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel felt just how much Juan hadn't changed. He was still the dominant one, always in control. It excited him but also scared him a little. "We should go somewhere more private," Juan whispered in his ear, nibbling on it playfully. Daniel moaned, unable to do anything but nod his head in agreement. Juan slipped some cash to the guy with the pipe and then pocketed a small baggie of crystal meth. Juan led them to the second floor, where different sections had different activities going on. They found an empty room with a few mattresses on the floor. Juan locked the door behind them, pulling Daniel into another passionate kiss. He shivered and Juan smiled at that. Instead of saying what they both wanted to, they kept kissing. Daniel pulled at Juan's shirt, ripping it off, and his hands tugged the belt open on Juan's jeans. Daniel was so hungry to taste Juan's cock again. The memory of it was relentless. "You can't resist it, can you?" Juan smirked, looking down at Daniel, now on his knees. Daniel hungrily took him into his mouth. Juan was still just as thick as he remembered, and his scent made Daniel forget anything but serving the man in front of him. He slid his tongue along the shaft, letting spit drip whenever he could, coating it. Juan had taught Daniel how to do this. Looking down at Daniel on his cock made Juan feel powerful. The thought of another person worshiping him, wanting him, helped all the dark things he would and wanted to do to Daniel come back to him. Daniel was tossed onto the mattress, and then his pants were quickly pulled off. The meth made his thought process slower. Juan crawled on top of Daniel, his dark eyes smoldering with lust as he gazed down at him. Daniel was scared but aroused by the intensity of Juan's desire. "Remember how I used to take care of you?" Juan whispered, running his thick fingers through Daniel's messy hair, tangling the strands between his fingers. "Yeah," Daniel breathed out softly, his voice trembling with anticipation, "But that was a long time ago." "Well," Juan chuckled darkly, "Some things never change." He positioned himself and pushed his uncut cock into Daniel's eager hole. He grunted from how warm it was, how good it felt. The stretching seemed to go on and on, Daniel's body accommodating Juan's impressive girth inch by slow inch. Daniel yelped out in a mix of pleasure and pain, but was determined not to tell Juan to stop. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Juan's muscular lower back, urging him deeper inside. Once Juan was fully in, he paused, savoring the tight, pulsing warmth, taking hits from his pipe before pressing the glass tube to Daniel’s lips, making sure he took a hit as well. The crystal bolted through their bodies and they felt dizzy. Juan's style was unmistakable: forceful, rough, and utterly demanding. It was as if he was staking his claim on Daniel's body, taking complete ownership for his own pleasure. With every thrust, Juan asserted his dominance, leaving no doubt in Daniel's mind about who was in control. Daniel remembered begging for Juan to slow down in the past. He would feel pain, but mostly it was unfamiliar pleasure—he knew that now. Juan would never listen to him; he took what was his. The familiarity of it all didn't diminish his desire or willingness to submit entirely to Juan's desires; instead, it fueled Daniel's darkest cravings, bringing them to the surface with aching intensity. Juan went to that animal place he could go to when he fucked. It was as if there was nothing but what he wanted, and nothing mattered anyway. He loved the rhythm their skin slapping together was making. He stared down at Juan, who whined with pleasure. Daniel was so small compared to him. I could destroy him, Juan thought. He watched his hands gripping Daniel's hips, fingers digging in as he slammed into him, harder and faster with each passing moment. Juan felt Daniel's muscles squeezing around his cock as it slid in and out. This was new; Daniel had never done this before. "You're squeezing my cock? Don't want me to pull it out, huh?" Juan taunted. Daniel shook his head, "No, I don't want you to pull it out." Juan slowed down to long strokes, pulling his dick up to the tip and slamming it back in. "Ah! Oh yes. Get deep!" Daniel yelled. "Look at you," Juan brought his face down to Daniel's, "You've turned into a little slut…" Daniel got nervous; had he gone too far with wanting it? He stammered, "I– … I –...Juan…" Juan cut him off, mocking him, "Don't explain yourself. You've turned into a slut for anyone's cock." Slowly, he put his hand on the back of Daniel's neck, using his thumb to push his jaw down to open his mouth. Then he spit in it. Daniel swallowed it hungrily. "I just need to remind you how this fucking runs. I need to remind you that the only dick you're hungry for is mine." Juan gritted his teeth and started railing Daniel. Crying out, he managed, "Yes, show me. Please, I only want you." "How could you live without this?" Juan grunted, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. He knew how good he felt inside Daniel, and he would take advantage of that knowledge to push them both higher. "I can't… I don't…." Daniel whimpered, his voice a hoarse, rasping moan, "You feel amazing." Daniel's fingers clawed at Juan's slick, muscular back, desperate for a hold on the man who was giving him such intense pleasure, which in turn caused his erection to become even more engorged. With a rumbling growl, Juan began to thrust in earnest, savagely pounding into Daniel - each stroke deliberate, sharp, and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Daniel's thigh, yanking it higher to open him up, to take him completely. Daniel gasped as Juan's thick cock struck that deep, secret place inside him, sending electrifying pleasure coursing through his body. Their moans and breaths were desperate, the sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, creating an erotic beat that pulsed through the air. Daniel's gagging moans fueled Juan's relentless rhythm, and sweat poured down their straining bodies as their movements grew more feverish. Juan's thrusts grew more urgent, erratic, and forceful as he neared his climax, the meth fogging his mind and prolonging the exquisite agony of his heightened pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, the urge to spill his seed now an overwhelming, pulsing force that threatened to consume him entirely. Daniel could feel Juan swelling inside him, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Cum on my face," Daniel gasped, "Please…" With a guttural roar, Juan pulled out and grabbed Daniel's hair, forcing his face upward as hot jets of his seed erupted and splashed across Daniel's flushed cheeks. Some of the cum dripped along his skin and into his mouth, only intensifying Daniel's own climax as his erection pulsed and shuddered through its release. They collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Their bodies were spent, their minds reeling, and their souls bearing the indelible marks of their all-consuming passion. Despite the intense pleasure they'd just experienced, a hollowness now lingered in the air, an echo of regret that whispered in the shadows. They knew their actions had consequences and that this momentary escape would come at a cost. As they dressed and walked out of the room, they avoided each other's gaze, hoping that even the darkest corners of their minds would stop trying to find ways for them to see each other again. But deep down, they both knew that they were already too far gone, too damaged, and too aware of what else was out there, waiting for them in the shadows. Juan walked with Daniel until they were out of the alley. Juan turned to Daniel, "I'm always gonna want you," he began, "just admit that you're always gonna want me." He finished before disappearing into the night. Daniel stood there for a moment, staring after him. He lit another cigarette, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he walked towards his car. "This was so stupid," he said as he put his head on the door of his car. The party, the drugs, and the sex had filled the time and helped it pass by. But doing it together helped make sense of the cycle they couldn’t escape. They were already too damaged and too aware of what else was out there. Was it so bad? [END OF PART ONE]

Part 7 We are at the airport waiting for our flight in the airline’s private lounge. When we land, we will meet up with 20 other guys, who are joining us on this poz sex tour. It will be strange to meet Chad there and know that he is officially a poz man now, but I will cross that bridge, when we arrive. Mark is resting his head on my shoulder, while I try to read. Despite all my efforts, I keep looking at one of the airline crew members. I know him from somewhere, but I cannot place him. His pants seem to be somewhat to small for him as his bulge is massive, or he put a sock in there. But I wouldn’t know why, he looks sexy as hell, slim tight frame, with muscles showing and a surprising strong back and shoulder. He has the V-shape perfected. But I take my eyes of him, needing to occupy myself with something else as my cock is already hard pressing against my leather pants and there won’t be any release for the next few hours. So, I put my book aside, take my phone out of my pocket, carefully trying not to wake Mark. I angle the phone over our heads and click, a nice little photo of Mark drooling on my shoulder. He stirs a little but remains sleeping. As I wanted to put my phone back, I receive a message from Luke. He and Tony are currently studying for their final exams but apparently skipped learning for a nice day at the beach. I send the photo of Mark on my shoulder and receive a bunch of laughing emojis. Suddenly, the man I cannot place stays in front of me. ‘Hello Thomas, can I bring you anything, tea, coffee or champagne?’ Mark stirs again and finally wakes up. ‘Oh, sorry Mark, I didn’t want to wake you’ ‘It’s alright Frank’ a sleepy Mark says ‘when I hear the word champagne, I wake up immediately’ ‘You never change… so, two champagnes for you two?’ ‘Yes’ I say ‘thank you very much’ As the crew member leaves, I ask Mark who that man is. ‘Oh, that’s Frank, Graham’s husband, you remember the professor’ ‘Ah, alright, but have I met him before? I know his face, but can’t remember ever meeting him’ ‘You haven’t, but you might have seen him in a few pictures around the shop as he used to help at the beginning. He is a really lovely man, and he fancies you.’ ‘What gives you that idea?’ ‘When I met up with him and Graham a few days ago, talking about everything, your name came up and I showed him a picture of you… don’t worry a decent one, your nudes and more are save with me. Even though, I think the picture of your backside while you're riding my cock, heaven:’ ‘Get to the point Mark’ I say teasingly. ‘He saw your picture and was immediately smitten. Graham then said you were a great fuck, and Frank just was all lost in fantasy.’ ‘But why didn’t he just join one of the group nights and he could have fucked me already?’ ‘He doesn’t like them, and truth be told a lot of the guys just cannot take him. I tried it once, but that cock is just too big.’ ‘Really? Well now I’m hard and intrigued.’ ‘Why not go for it, there are private rooms here for a quick nap, so why not use it differently. Opposite to me, you are a fucking power bottom …’ And those three words stopped Frank as he approached us with our champagne glasses. He looked at us puzzled but then went back to his professional attitude putting the glasses on the table. I on the other hand, had lost all pretence and ask Frank directly. ‘Frank, could you show me the private spaces for a quick nap please?’ ‘Eh, of course, Thomas please follow me.’ A look at his bulge tells me that his cock has registered what is about to happen. He guides me to one of the rooms, puts in a PIN code and let me step inside first. Then I hear the door closing, thinking for a moment he left me alone, but as I turn around, he is standing there. Hunger in his eyes. I step forward and without a word we both are entangled in a deep, longing kiss. His hands wander immediately to my ass, while I start to stroke his cock through his pants. This cock is something else, my mind isn’t really comprehending, but it feels almost like 10 inches, which would be just ridiculous. We are not in porn. But as he pulls me closer to his body, and my hand is now resting on his lower back, I decide to just go for it. I start to loosen his tie, then unbutton his shirt and the muscled torso with the right amount of hair to accentuate every muscle, drives me wild. ‘Cold we film it?’ I hear myself saying, not knowing why, but I want to keep this memory. ‘Of course, keep going’ While I keep undressing him, now working on his belt. He takes his phone from his pocket, puts it on a little shelf besides the door and presses the recording button. The belt is now gone, only leaving the final reveal of his cock. I start with the button of the pants, and as it snaps open I push my face into his crotch, breathing in the manly smell of his pubes, which tease a hairy frame around his mysterious cock. Then I take his zipper between my teeth and slowly pull down. To my fortunate surprise, Frank went commando today, so his cock springs at me immediately, hitting me on my right cheek. Now I know why Mark hasn’t manage this one, Frank’s cock is like an upper size dildo, almost 10 inches long and at least 8 inches in girth. As I take a closer look I see a scorpion tattoo on the length of his dick, the letter P O Z on the back of the scorpion. ‘Wow, what a beautiful and impressive cock’ I say in awe. ‘But can you take it?’ Frank says teasingly ‘only a few have managed it so far’ ‘Oh, don’t you worry, this poz cock will be taken, even if it splits me apart’ ‘Well then, let’s get to it.’ Before I had a chance to take the cock in my mouth, Frank pulls me up and undresses me with force. My shirt and pants flying through the small room, he pushes me onto the small bed, luckily the walls frame the bed completely. He kisses me again, his tongue entering my mouth deeply. Then he crawls over my head and put his cock right to my mouth. I start to lick the tip but have difficulties getting the whole cock inside my mouth. He starts to thrust, which already let him develop some precum, the taste of masculinity hitting my tongue immediately. This encourages me, finally managing to get the whole girth of his cock inside my mouth, even if it only has been a few inches. He pulls out of my mouth and gives me another deep kiss, before he opens a hidden compartment in the wall, revealing a collection of lubes. ‘Well, I guess in this room there is little sleeping going on’ ‘Oh, that’s right this room is prepared for us crew members to fuck. Don’t think this is rare, it almost happens daily.’ ‘Great, take this one’ I point to a fisting lube, getting into it lately, even though no hand has yet, penetrated me. ‘but now give me you poz cock and toxic load.’ ‘Oh, I will and if you haven’t been pozzed already, this will do it, my viral load at the moment is over a fucking million.’ ‘Fuck, yeah. Give it to me, poz me up now.’ We stop talking, as he begins to lube up my hole, with a few fingers already entering me in preparation. Then he puts it on his cock too and pressing my legs over my head to expose my hole fully. He positions the head of his cock on my entrance, a first slow thrust to test my openness. We are both surprised, that my hole offers almost no resistance to the pressure. He looks at me seriously and with a stronger push his cock’s tip enters me. I moan loudly, almost a scream. He lets himself fall towards me and kisses me, while the tip is still inside me. As we kiss, he pushes further, all his muscles on his back contracting. It is an unbelievable feeling as his massive poz cock slides deeper into me. He breaks the kiss and gets back up to control the fuck. As he looks down at his cock fucking me, I enjoy the sensation of this beautiful man being inside me. He looks back at me and pushes again, his cock sliding deeper and deeper. ‘The half is done’ he says reassuringly. ‘Fuck me, stop being careful, push me to the limit’ I say full of lust. He doesn’t need to hear this twice. With a last deep look into my eyes, he pushes his whole body towards me, his cock now buried balls deep inside me. My body reacts immediately to the sensation of lust, pain and fulness. I moan in ecstasy. Frank pulls his cock almost out completely, before thrusting it back in again. I adept to his cock quickly, and my hands crab his ass to pull him closer to me. This encourages him to be rougher, which results in him fucking me so hard, that we wander on the bed and my head is hitting the wall. He takes his cock out of my hole completely, positions me on all fours and with a violent thrust starts to fuck me from behind, doggy-style, his hands now on my shoulders pulling me towards him. I feel his massive cock twitching inside me. ‘Are you ready for this toxic cum Thomas, you will be knocked up and poz for sure after this’ ‘Give it to me, fuck me, breed me, poz me.’ With those words he manages to further increase his thrusting rhythm, which is almost unbearable to take. He pulls me one final time towards him, as his cock shoots a toxic load of poz cum into me. It takes him 8 pulsations to finish his release., while I come hands free on the bed and the wall. We remain in our positions for almost a minute, without either one of us talking. It takes his cock to slip out of my hole, to bring us back into reality. ‘Wow, that was great Frank, let’s hope your seed has finally managed to make me a fellow poz brother’ ‘Oh, I’m sure of it. But now let’s get out of here, I think your flight is ready to board in a few minutes’ We put our clothes back on, Frank’s cum still deep buried inside me. He sends me the video of our fuck as we exchange numbers, because we both know, this needs to be repeated. As we step outside, Mark has again fallen asleep, this time on our luggage, the two champagne glasses empty. I wake him as the boarding of the flight will start shortly. He looks at me still sleepy but smiling. ‘You know, you are quite the screamer, when you think no one can hear you.’ ‘What…’ I look around and see the whispers of the other passengers ‘Fuck, well let’s hope none of those people is on our flight.’ ‘Good luck with that, but let’s get going or I fall asleep again.’ We make our way to the gate, taking our seats on the plane and trying to relax as Chad enters the plane greeting us as he searches his seat. ‘Well, this will be interesting. I cannot believe we are on holiday with my little brother’s ex fuckbuddy.’ I say annoyed. ‘Don’t worry about it, I hear he as sugar daddy on the tour. We might have more fun with it than you think.’ I give Mark a kiss, he already preparing to fall asleep again on my shoulder. ‘Wait, before you drool on my shoulders again, I have something to show you.’ The video Frank and I recorded has the desired effect, Mark is wide awake and horny as fuck now.

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

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I’ve taken 9 loads in my ass in one session. The pic is the aftermath. That was pretty hot - the closest I’ve come since has been 5. I’d really like to get more than 10 - I was fine after 9 loads and felt like I could have easily taken 10 more. Orally, just 8 over the course of an hour at a gloryhole. I easily could have kept going, but the place died down and there were no more cocks to suck.

I was pretty twink-y looking for being in my early 30s. I got everything handed to me in life, but I still only wanted one thing: to party with dangerous guys. I had been talking to this somewhat older guy online, and he was poz. Something deep within me stirred, and my dick got harder than ever before. He asked me if I wanted to come over and party with him. Hell yeah! I was never one to turn down a party. I got to his house, and saw he was smoking a pipe. There was a small pile of crystals near him. "Do you really wanna party?" he asked. I had never done meth before, but I was willing to try anything. I smoked some from the pipe, and I immediately got warm and fuzzy. Daddy grinned at me. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself. Wanna have even more fun?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. Daddy stripped naked, and I quickly followed suit. His cock was massive, and I immediately wanted to take all of it. I laid back on the couch with my legs in the air. I was so fucking high, I completely forgot about his status. He slowly slid his dick up my ass, and I felt better than I ever had before in my life. "Oh Fuck Yes Daddy, fuck my tight twink boi hole." I moaned. Daddy grinned at me and gave me another meth hit. "You know I'm positive" Daddy warned. My dick instantly betrayed me and got harder than ever before. "Looks like you want it anyways" Daddy teased. He gave me another hit. "Fuck yes Dad, fuck everything, I really want you to poz me!" I said loudly. "Oh yeah, you're nothing but a retarded faggot bugchaser now boi" Daddy said. I nodded. "Fuck me up forever Daddy. Give me your gift. I want my freedom to take all loads. Give me HIV!" I said. "You're going to get my death cum in your butt, and you will die from AIDS" Daddy warned. My dick just got harder. "I don't care! Kill me with your cum Dad!" I yelled. Daddy pounded me hard. "I Love having a junkie faggot son that begs for conversion. I'm going to bring you into the brotherhood." Daddy said. Suddenly Daddy's thrusting changed. "Son, I have a special surprise for you. I need to piss like crazy. I'm going to fucking give you my chem piss in your butt." Daddy warned. "Oh, FUCK YES DAD, PEE IN MY BUTT!!!" I screamed. "I'm fucking peeing, I'm peeing deep inside your butt! I'm filling up your guts with my chem piss!" Daddy exclaimed. I felt the hot liquid filling my ass and tummy, and I Loved it. I felt higher than I ever did before. I was literally getting higher off of Dad's pee in my butt. I was completely braindead except for rhe need to get pozzed. "GIVE ME AIDS!!! I WANT AIDS!!!" I screamed. I was totally tweaking out for death cum. Daddy grinned. "That's my stupid fucking faggot boi, so desperate for Dad's poison cum." Daddy was close. "Here it comes bitch, TAKE MY AIDS LOAD FAGGOT!!!" Daddy yelled. "GIVE ME AIDS!!!" I screamed. Daddy howled with pleasure and I felt his dick spasming deep inside my butt, shooting ropes and ropes of death cum flooding my guts. "I can see the negativity leave your eyes boi. You're mine forever now." Daddy said. "YES SIR!" I responded obediently. In no time, I tested positive. I was the happiest twink ever. The End

It’s been a while since I last wrote a story. This one ended up being about 37,000 words and 72 pages. I'm not a professional writer and I’m sure there are flaws—my apologies in advance. I really enjoy hearing feedback and hearing about others’ experiences and stories. Piggier, the better. If you have a memorable moment you’d like to share, feel free to do so. I’m eager to hear it. I’d also love to hear your feedback on this story. Where do you think it’s headed? I made my fortune playing footy in my early days. I was a rugby player and played for 10 years. Fuck they were good times on and off the field. On the field, I was a sought-after player, consistently named player of the match, won two Brownlow Medals, and was one of the highest-paid players in the league at the time. Off the field, I was a wild one. I had a girlfriend at the beginning, and got her pregnant, but it didn’t take long to venture out. It started with partying, drinking, drugs, and out with the boys. Management struggled to control the media’s coverage. Then I started fucking around behind my girlfriend’s back. I would hit the brothels and fuck a couple of hookers, eventually just picking up any willing chick that made a move on me at the bars. My girlfriend at the time knew, and it wasn’t long before we split and she left, taking the young lad with her. My partying continued. I’d snort countless lines of coke and fuck an endless number of chicks. I didn’t care if it hit the media. I was fucking wild. The then house parties would begin. The footy lads would get together, hot birds were invited over, and the same thing would happen. Cocaine and pussy. But something changed. I tried a gangbang, and something flipped. Yeah, being in footy, we would see each other in the change rooms naked, and weird shit would happen like arse smacking and fag name-calling on several occasions. We would torture the player who performed the worst by pinning him down and pissing on him. But I never felt the tingly feeling I felt when I experienced my first gangbang. Watching these strong men with their rock-hard dicks jerking off while they watched their teammate fuck the blond bombshell flicked a switch inside me. Sharing the moment with hot men watching another man’s arse cheeks squeeze and release with every stroke of his cock driving deeper inside her cunt was driving me wild. There was one moment I vividly remember: I paid close attention to the beads of sweat forming on one mate’s back as the heat radiated from his body, the deep, burly moans with each thrust, and his muscles flexing with every movement. I had to refrain from touching my cock when I watched my mate pulsate and moan, unleashing his load. He would pull out, cock glistening from pussy juice and cum. Instantly, my mind went to thoughts of getting on my knees and sucking it clean. I didn’t know what was going on. Was it all the cocaine? Probably. I didn’t know. My cock was as hard as solid steel. I thought my knob was going to burst open. Every bit of my willpower was in overdrive. Three teammates fucked her. Her cunt was spewing cum. She would scoop a little bit out with her long pink silicone nail and lick it off with her tongue. What a slut. ‘Your turn, mate.’ Fuck! I was hypnotised entirely, I didn’t realise I was up next. All the fella’s who just fucked her had some huge cocks on them. Thick, veiny, long and rock solid. I have a big cock, but not to their grandeur. I knelt between her legs. Cunt spread open, cum seeping out. My cock throbbed at the sight. I tried my best to change my thoughts, but my willpower was running on fumes. I pressed my knob on her pussy. The wet, warm cum slathered it. No lube needed. I pushed in, and that was all it took, and I just unloaded in her with one stroke. My body pulsed, and it felt like every bit of my life force was sucked out of me through my cock and into her. ‘What?!’ ‘No way.’ All I could hear behind me was my teammates laughing at me as I prematurely ejaculated inside the whores used cunt. She looked at me with a sigh of disappointment, but I was too busy trying to regain my consciousness. I pulled out. My cock was soaked in cum. I couldn’t resist and scooped a bit off my shaft and placed it on my tongue. ‘Wow! Fuck!’ ‘He’s gonna do it.’ ‘Urgh!’ ‘He’s a spunk eater.’ That I did, all I could hear was the other rugby players laughing, calling me filthy names and saying how grouse that was. My mind, however, was sparking all kinds of feelings throughout my body; their name-calling had become distant sounds and noise. I was hooked. Life took a turn. I got too reckless, and the club management couldn’t deflect the press. Eventually, images of eating out pussy and my face coated in random men’s cum were released, and I lost my contract. My career dried up. I am now 52 and work for a logistics company dealing in global trading, and in my downtime, I coach a local high school football team. I met a hot bird who, despite her knowledge of my perverted background, still found an interest in me. She was young, 34 and a banging arse. I learned that she was into older men, particularly ex-footy players. Our sex life started like any. I’d get on top of her and bang her until I unloaded. I had little care-factor if she came or enjoyed it. It was all about me. I think she put up with it because of my fame and money. She was pretty happy to be used as a fuck rag so long as she could lounge around in my penthouse apartment overlooking the skyline of Melbourne. Then, those thoughts of a caked-up pussy flooded my mind, and soon I was eating her out after I blew my load in her. She knew my shady past and let it happen. This wasn’t enough. Over time, my deep urges overpowered. I missed the drugs. I missed the gangbangs and wild sex parties. I started on the Coke again. Drinking. She, too, began to join in. Then one day, after a coaching session with the school football team, I walked into my apartment, still sweaty and smelly from the session, wearing my sports gear, and heard noises coming from the lounge area. The evening light was shining through the wall-to-wall glass panels, and I couldn’t believe what I walked into. My then wife bent over the couch, facing the Melbourne skyline, with a random bloke banging her from behind. I froze. Shocked at first. Thoughts racing. How long had she been doing this? In my place. Who else has fucked her? How could I not have known? Is he wearing a condom? Is he going to cum in her? I felt my cock harden at the thoughts. I watched as he gripped her hips and thrusted in her hard and fast. Arse clenching at every pump. Moans erupting from both her and him. He then grabbed her blonde hair with both her hands and banged hard. Moans got louder. ‘Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum.’ She moaned louder. I think I heard a ‘yes’ in there somewhere. His pumps grew shorter, more frantic. I watched her arse cheeks ripple with every pound from the guy. ‘I’m cumming! Arrghh. Yeahh. Fuckkk.’ I couldn’t resist and pulled out my cock and jerked off at the sight. It seemed like a long time while he shot his load, and he eventually pulled out. Indeed, he fuck her without protection. His long cock glistened through the evening light, reflecting off the moist pussy juice and cum. His knob was still throbbing from the aftermath of his ejaculation. And her pussy gaped with pearly white cum seeping out, dripping on the black leather couch. She turned her head. ‘Oh. Hi honey. Seems you are enjoying the show.’ She teased, as she wiggled her perky arse. The bloke then realised I was there, jerking furiously at what I had just walked into. ‘Holly shit! Your husband is here.’ He looked left and right, hoping his clothes were nearby, in response to the unexpected voyeurism. I then recognised him as the daytime receptionist from the apartment building’s lobby. I stared at his softening cock and the matted pubes trailing up his abdomen. I wanted to lick it, then shook the thought away. That’s gay. No way. Then looked at my wife’s pussy, still dripping with cum. I stepped out of my shorts and jocks and walked over and pushed my cock in her. It was barely a second, and I was cumming in gallons. I had not felt an intense orgasm like that since the times I was in gangbangs fucking used up cunts. I slowly pulled out. My cock too was glistening from all the cum and juices. I scooped what I could off my cock and licked it off my hand. My cock continued to throb. I couldn’t resist. I bent down to my knees and planted my face into her cunt. I ate and sucked and drove my tongue into her. She moaned. I was lost in my own mind. Drowning in the salty taste of my spunk mixed with the reception guy’s. I could feel it smearing my face and dripping down my chin. I jerked off furiously. No telling how long I was down there, but eventually I pulled away, gasping for breath. I turned to see the bloke just staring at me with a horrid expression. Seeing my face drenched in cum like a starving dog just freshly nourished was too much for him. He grabbed his scattered clothes and walked out, still naked. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

My gosh I'm rock hard reading this story. So much of it related to me too. I yearning to get pozzed only grows stronger over the years. I would love to go to Palm Springs and get knocked up there in the same way.

So I took a load from my former boss. We went out on a date, me and him messed around before and he has whored me out to a lot of his army buddies recently. Me and him did it in his apartment. He very hung guy. He didn't want to use a condom, I told him fuck those. He pinned me down, degraded me and bred my hole. I am still leaking him cum out of me

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** The character of “Dr Matthew” appears in a couple of chapters of my previous story “The Ten,” and is briefly mentioned in another of my stories “Recharge: Nachladen,” about the Berlin sex party: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91253-recharge-party-nachladen/ “Ric” and “Mateo” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. Thank you! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ Dr. Matthew’s Slow and Gradual Conversion Growing up, Matthew Joon Hill was a total bookworm, fascinated by science and biology. Straight As in all scientific subjects matched with a quest for knowledge put him on the path to become a doctor. It felt to him that this is what he was meant for in life. High school flew by for him in 3 years as he got to skip a grade. He mostly ignored any taunts of “nerd,” or “faggot” from high-school bullies as he had his science books to escape into. First chemistry, then biology were fixations for him, and when it came time for college, having aced all his entrance exams, he had multiple schools trying to recruit him for a pre-med track. From all his studies, young Matthew J. Hill didn’t think he had any time for a social life, but once he got to college he discovered, to his surprise, that both guys and girls were attracted to him. Despite his middle name meaning “handsome” in Korean, he was fairly oblivious to the way he looked, but his ½ Korean, ½ Scandinavian heritage had made him fairly exotic among his lily-white high-school. Today, he might be called a “short king,” as he stood all of 5’7”, but he had a tight lean body from years of running track in high school – his only non-scientific activity. And so in college, he hadn’t thought of himself as attractive but one day early in his freshman year, his dorm neighbor Ric who lived down the hall, made a surprising admission to Matthew: “Matty, you know, Mateo and I think you’re really hot.” (Mateo was Ric’s boyfriend, and together, they had quite a reputation among the dorm for their sexual conquests). Matthew was vaguely aware of their exploits – one couldn’t reside in the dorm without hearing of their notoriety – but again, as he was basically blind to his own attractiveness, he went about his business with his nose buried in a book. The only time he wasn’t studying was when he would run on the school’s track - he had a routine of running 4 miles per day augmented with push-ups, squats, lunges and some exercises on the gymnastic apparatus in the middle of the track oval. Matthew the pre-med student never saw the inside of a gym but got in great shape on that track, his body burning energy while his mind concentrated on equations and formulas. “All that running you do, Matty, has put you in great shape, dude,” Ric said to him one night. Ric and Mateo were very explicit when it came to sex. If they wanted you, they flat-out told you – if you weren’t interested, they were fine with that and moved on. But if you showed any interest, they filled you in on the rest of their plan: they were both poz and unmedicated and their favorite thing to do was to spread it to anyone looking for what they called “the upgrade to HIV”. A few times, they would regale Matty or anyone around to listen with their tales of meeting up with chasers at the glory hole arcade on the edge of town. Apparently there was one cubicle there where all the chasers knew to go to get an anonymous poz load of sweet HIV cum delivered up their hole. “Anytime you want it, Matty,” we’ll be happy to help you into the brotherhood,” Ric offered that night. Matthew, still not convinced of his own sexiness, and being perpetually polite, shrugged it off. Of course, he knew from his studies what HIV could do to someone and although Ric and Mateo, as well as most all the guys in his dorm, would now and then catch a roving eye from Matthew, he felt he had no time for a social life and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do anything he felt was unsafe. It was with this history, of doubting his own sexiness and committed to science and the understanding of “safe” vs “unsafe” behavior, that pre-med student Matthew Hill became a strong advocate of condoms - and for sex he considered “safe.” He knew he was swimming upstream on this, as gradually HIV infection rates in L.A. were rising again, after years of decline, becoming the “in” thing to have among some gay men in Los Angeles. He even heard about guys getting tattooed to mark themselves as POZ. In fact, more and more guys he would see in the dorm’s shower area would be marked with bio-tats. Ric and Mateo, with their prominent tats, were real-life examples for Matthew of how attitudes had changed. He also heard this in Biology class from a Sociology Department guest speaker, explaining how “fatigue” of certain practices, be they vaccine-fatigue or condom-fatigue were taking hold in certain places, and how scientists had an obligation to try to break through that mindset. With this in mind, he decided he would become an Internal Medicine specialist with a medical practice geared toward gay men. As much as Matthew Hill believed in “responsibility,” and “safe-sex,” he wasn’t participating in any sex, safe or otherwise. A few fumbled encounters with a friend from high-school that really went nowhere, and once or twice he spied a guy in the dorm’s showers or in the locker room after his run, and his cock would grow hard and he’d yank it quickly to make the impulse go away with his load going down the shower drain. It’s not that he was impervious to sexual feelings, but he just wanted to dispense with them quickly so as not to detract from his studies. He said to himself there would be time after he gets his degree to find someone. One night, after a late run, Matthew heard Ric and Mateo entering the shower area, bringing a third guy into an adjoining cubicle. Matthew leaned his head to one side to better hear them over the running water: “Get ready to convert, pig,” Ric said. “Yeah, gonna infect your ass,” Mateo chimed in. “Yeah,” Ric continued,” we’ll start with the toothbrush treatment, then open up your hole with our poz dicks. You’re gonna love being poz!” “Mateo, you’re already pre-cumming like crazy,” remarked Ric to his BF. “Get that HIV seed into this pig’s hole.” As they were fucking the guy, Matthew was torn…On the one hand, as a dedicated medical student, he was disturbed that these guys were intentionally trying to infect this guy with HIV. As for the other hand, Matthew looked down and it was wrapped around his stiff cock and jerking furiously. “Will one fuck really do it”? he heard the guy breathlessly ask Ric and Mateo, who were taking turns on the dude’s pussy with their infected cocks. “Nah, probably not, Keith,” one of them replied. “We gotta fuck our toxic cum into you a few times for it to take. But when it does, you’ll be so happy. Nothing better or more powerful than spreading the gift.” “Here it comes, pig,” he heard Ric say over the sound of moans and running water. “Welcome to HIV.” Even if we don’t turn you tonight, it’s already turned you in your mind.” With that, Ric withdrew from the guy’s hole and Mateo immediately took his place. “Fucking that viral load from my boyfriend deep into you, whore,” he told the guy. “And here comes one of my own,” as he unloaded his HIV up the guy’s hole. For both Ric and Mateo, one cumshot was never enough, and they rearranged themselves and each went back up Keith’s ass for a second impregnation, and from what he could hear in the next shower stall, Matthew realized that Keith wanted to get HIV – it was his choice to pursue it. He was begging Ric and Mateo to “knock him up.” Matthew’s cock grew even harder and suddenly produced a huge hands-free load of neg cum, a bigger load than he ever thought possible, against the glistening tile and he watched it snake down the shower wall. These sessions with the guys and Keith became a regular thing, occurring two or three times a week, and after blowing a huge load just listening to them, Matthew would go back to his dorm room and try to fall asleep, even sometimes opening his biology textbooks to the section on HIV infection, but the intended effect of being repelled by what the textbook explained did not sink in. Instead, upon reading about transmission of HIV and the inevitable path to AIDS-status, his cock would get hard again, pulsing and throbbing for attention from his hand until another load of his cum shot forth. And when sleep eventually would arrive, images of being dominated by the infamous Ric and Mateo would invade his dreams as they toss him around between their hard toxic cocks. Instead of the never-seen Keith getting impregnated by them, it was he himself being deeply bred with pure unmedicated HIV loads, and then Matthew would wake up in a sweat and he’d discover his cock had blown yet another load during the reverie. Eventually, the shower sessions with Keith stopped. A couple of weeks later, he was eating his lunch and Ric and Mateo were sitting nearby - he heard them say “Keith got 2 lines on his test,” as they high-fived each other. In the waking hours of daylight, his thoughts occupied by science, Matthew was deeply horrified and ashamed at his apparent fascination with guys pozzing each other on purpose. Yet at night, once sleep came, he had the same dream of Ric and Mateo and now Keith (even though he had never met Keith) doing the same to him. Then, one night, after a boring Science Department function, where he, unusually for him, partook of a glass of wine, Matthew Joon Hill, the pre-med student, had an urge that wouldn’t wait until bedtime, and he found himself driving his car to the adult movie arcade Ric talked about. Summoning up his nerve, he ventured inside the establishment, paid the entrance fee and went forth into the dark. Lighted arrows on the dark floor being the only guidance, he made his way to a small room, basically a cubicle, and with the key they gave him upon paying, he opened the door and stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll just look around, I won’t do anything,” he said to himself, his mind trying to convince his cock and hole which were yearning for man-on-man action, like he heard all those times with Ric, Mateo and Keith in the shower room. His cock was already rigid and tented up the towel. “Just taking a look around,” he reassured himself as he walked through the darkened rooms, lit only by the vintage porn playing on screens on the far wall. “Won’t do anything, just checking it out,” again he told himself. Moving into the glory hole area, Matthew stooped down to peer through the hole at crotch level. Nobody was there but he heard footsteps coming toward him. “OK, get out of here now,” his thoughts told him. But before he could leave, he felt a hand through the opening reach out and grab his hardening cock. Matthew trembled at the touch of another man, it had been so long since this occurred. He looked down and saw his cock as hard and engorged like it had never been. “Is that my cock?” he actually thought to himself “has it grown?” The hand continued holding his hard cock and Matthew wordlessly moved closer and put it through the opening. “This was actually happening”, he said to himself, as the man swallowed his rigid pole in one breath and was sucking on it furiously. Matthew’s mind went blank for a moment, and then he pictured the hot fuckers from the next shower stall, Ric and Mateo and Keith to be sucking him and swapping poz talk in the process. His cock reached the inevitable climax, shooting a huge load down the man’s throat. The guy greedily swallowed the load and inhaled the still-stiff member of Matthew’s as it shot the remaining few drops of seed. “You want the gift, dude? Turn around,” the man ordered, freeing his mouth from Matthew’s spent dick. In a haze, and without questioning, Matthew turned around and offered his hole to the opening in the wall. He felt the quick application of cold lube on his virgin hole and before he knew fully what was happening, the guy’s huge raw cock was inside him and pistoning in and out of Matthew’s cunt. A brief interlude of pain was soon replaced by a feeling he had never felt before, as the man’s hard cock pummeled his insides. His mind wavered between saying “make him use a condom,” and mental images of Ric and Mateo as he had heard them pozzing Keith. After a few minutes of this, he felt the man’s cock grow even harder and felt about 9 pulsations of warm seed flooding his hole. Matthew shuddered and shook as his own cock, now hard again spurted forth another load, hands-free, splattering the opposite wall of the cubicle 3 feet away. His cock had never felt so big, so engorged and he never shot a load like that before. Once the guy withdrew from Matthew’s virgin hole, the guy leaned forward to the opening and said to Matthew “Thanks, brother, enjoy that gift I gave you, hope it takes,” Looking back through the glory hole, he could just make out a bio-hazard symbol tattooed on the guy’s furry abdomen, just above his dripping cock, surrounded by 2 dark Xs tattooed around it. As the reality of what had just occurred started to sink in, Matthew hurried back to his cubicle, got dressed and was out the door of the sex club, walking to his car when it hit him. Just then, he saw the guy who had just loaded him also leaving and getting into a classic silver Mustang, parked under a street lamp, then he saw the license plate as well: PZZNGUP. “What did that mean, ‘the gift’?” he wondered. “Could that guy have been HIV positive?” “What did that bio-hazard tat mean?” The thought he might have just taken a toxic-poz load scrambled his mind as he drove, and he had to pull off the highway for a moment. His hand reached between his legs and felt his cock stiffening again. Clearly, he was feeling deeply conflicted between what he knew to be true on one level and what he felt deep inside. The next morning, he went to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, and in the light of day, he vowed to himself never to do that again, never to succumb to temptation, and never even to interact with Ric and Mateo again. The self-scare tactic worked, and indeed it worked for years. He had no further sexual encounters of any kind once he resolved to suppress those feelings. And with the same single-mindedness that got him through both high-school now college in 3 years, he graduated with high honors, and got into prestigious UCLA Medical School for 3 years of intensive study, followed by internship and residency and then he joined the thriving private practice of Dan Martinelli, MD in West Hollywood. In time, Dr Matthew, as all his patients, 95% of whom were gay men called him, found a boyfriend and even moved in with him for awhile. Jim and he only ever had condom-sex, and it often left Matthew unsatisfied, feeling like he was missing out on something. His loads, when he did cum, were weak dribbles rather than projectiles like that time at the arcade…that time he still thought about, all these years later. His work consumed him, though, and after 2 years, Jim moved out, telling Matthew he didn’t want to be with a workaholic anymore. And then, a few months later, when Dr. Martinelli wanted to retire from the practice and move to Palm Springs, Matthew had accumulated enough capital to buy the business outright, and the first order of business was to hire a few new nurses. He held interviews with many candidates in the conference room which looked over the parking lot. One day, a nurse candidate drove up and parked in front of big window, ready for their interview. Matthew looked at the next name on the list: Keith Connolly. Matthew watched him get out of a vintage silver Mustang and walk to the entrance. It was then he saw it. The guy’s license plate: PZZNGUP End of Chapter 1

Chapter 1 The silence in Jordan’s bedroom was a heavy, humid thing, thick with the ghost of spilled beer and the bitter taste of a prom night that had spectacularly flopped. Two tuxedo jackets were discarded on the floor like fallen dreams. “I just don’t get it,” Jared mumbled from his spot on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. “We were supposed to be getting laid right now.” Jordan let out a sharp, humorless laugh from the desk chair. “Tell me about it. All that buildup. All that… anticipation.” He shifted, the rough denim of his jeans feeling suddenly constricting. The memory of his now-ex-girlfriend’s furious face as she dumped him for choosing to console Jared over dancing with her was a cold splash of reality. But Jared had gotten the same speech from his own girlfriend. They were in this miserable, virginity-intact boat together, like always. “We were so damn excited,” Jared said, his voice lower, almost a whisper. “I was gonna… you know. Finally feel what it’s like.” “Yeah,” Jordan breathed out, the word sounding more like a moan than he intended. His mind, against his will, conjured the fantasy he’d been nursing for weeks. Soft skin, quiet sighs, the wet heat of a— His eyes drifted to Jared, who was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. And then he saw it. The strained fabric of his best friend’s thin grey shorts. A distinct, undeniable tent. And at its tip, a dark, wet patch was blooming, seeping through the cotton. Jordan’s breath hitched. His own cock, which had been half-hard with frustrated longing, jolted to full, aching attention. The sudden, intense throb was so violent it was almost painful. What the hell? Why does seeing that… do this to me? Jared must have felt the weight of his stare. He glanced up, his eyes slightly glazed from the cheap whisky they’d been drinking. His gaze didn’t go to Jordan’s face. It dropped immediately to his lap, to the identical, obvious bulge tenting Jordan’s own shorts. Jared’s lips parted slightly. He didn’t look away. He just… stared. And Jordan watched, mesmerized, as the wet spot on Jared’s shorts grew just a little darker. “Damn, man,” Jared finally said, his voice rough. “I wish we were getting laid tonight.” “Tell me about it,” Jordan choked out. “I mean, look. I’m hard just thinking about it.” “Me too,” Jared admitted, his voice a low thrum that vibrated right through Jordan. The admission hung between them, charged and dangerous. Jared’s eyes were locked on Jordan’s crotch. “Damn, dude. How big is that thing? It looks huge from over here.” A flush crept up Jordan’s neck. He was modest, always had been, despite knowing he was generously equipped. “Oh, not that big.” “Looks really big. Bigger than mine,” Jared pressed, a curious, hungry glint in his eye. “How big are you?” Jordan asked, the question leaving his lips before his brain could censor it. “Eight inches.” Jordan scoffed, a nervous reflex. “Yeah, right.” “I swear to god,” Jared said, and there was no joke in his tone. It was pure, deadly serious heat. “Prove it.” The challenge hung in the air. Jared, already riding a wave of booze and a bizarre, thrilling new kind of arousal, didn’t hesitate. He stood up, his movements slow, deliberate. His eyes never left Jordan’s as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and underwear. In one fluid motion, he pushed them down his hips. His thick, cut cock sprang free, fully erect and impressively long. It was a beautiful, pale column of flesh, and the movement sent a visible jolt through it. A large, glistening drop of precum welled from the slit and oozed down the side. Jordan’s mouth went completely dry. He was so transfixed, so utterly turned on by the sight of his best friend standing there, proudly displaying himself, that he could only stare, his own cock throbbing in a frantic, demanding rhythm. “Your turn,” Jared breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Show me.” There was no hesitation now. Jordan stood, his fingers fumbling with his own button and zipper. He shoved his clothes down, letting his own hard, six-inch erection bob into view. The cool air was a shock against his feverish skin. They stood there, just a few feet apart, completely exposed. No words were needed. It was all understood in the heaving of their chests and the silent, hungry looks they gave each other’s bodies. Almost in unison, their hands went to their own cocks, beginning to stroke. It was a show. A performance for an audience of one. Their shirts came off, tossed aside. They kicked free of their shorts and underwear, leaving them standing naked, closer now. The space between them crackled with unsaid want. Jordan’s eyes were fixed on Jared’s hand, on the way his foreskin glided smoothly, slicked by his own abundant precum. “Man, I wish I had lube too,” Jordan muttered, his own dry strokes starting to chafe. “I can help you,” Jared said, his voice husky. He stepped forward, so close now Jordan could feel the heat radiating from his body. Jared wrapped his hand around his own cock and gave it two firm, slow pulls, collecting the clear fluid beading at his tip. Then he reached out, his movements hesitant for only a second, before he smeared his warm, slick precum directly onto Jordan’s shaft. The sensation was electric. So warm. So wet. A low groan was torn from Jordan’s throat. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” “You like that?” Jared asked, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fierce excitement. “Yeah.” They stepped even closer, until their bodies were almost touching. Jared reached down, his slick hand wrapping around both of their cocks. He gave an experimental stroke, and the feeling was utterly mind-blowing. Their shafts slid together, glistening, Jared’s precum making the friction deliciously smooth and wet. “Feels so good on my dick, bro,” Jordan gasped, his hips beginning to move on their own. “Yeah, same here,” Jared moaned, his grip tightening. Their free hands began to explore, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Jared’s fingers wrapped around Jordan’s length, stroking him in time with his own thrusts into their shared grip. Jordan did the same, his hand closing around Jared’s hot, velvety skin. It was thicker than he’d imagined, a solid, pulsing weight in his hand. They looked up from the erotic sight of their intertwined hands and their cocks sliding together. Their eyes met. The confusion was gone, burned away by a pure, unadulterated need. Without a word, they leaned in, and their mouths met in a clumsy, desperate kiss. It was all heat and wetness and the faint taste of whisky. They kissed deeply, tongues exploring as their hands worked each other’s cocks, their rhythms faltering, becoming frantic. “I wanna taste you,” Jordan panted against Jared’s lips, the desire overwhelming him. He sank to his knees, his world narrowing to the beautiful cock in front of him. He took the head into his mouth, lapping at the precum there, savoring the musky, salty taste. He swirled his tongue, sucking gently, and Jared’s strangled cry of “Oh, fuck…” was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. He didn’t last long, the novelty and intensity too much, before he rose, his own need paramount. Jared understood instantly. He dropped to his own knees, taking Jordan’s slick length into his mouth with an eager hunger, mimicking what Jordan had done. The hot, wet suction made Jordan’s knees buckle. He buried his hands in Jared’s hair, his head falling back. Soon, they were side-by-side on the edge of the bed, kissing again, their hands roaming over each other’s chests and stomachs, before returning to stroke their own cocks, the visual of the other fueling the fire. “I’m getting close, man,” Jared warned, his voice tight and strained. “So close.” The words were a trigger. “Me too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Jordan gasped, his orgasm rushing up on him like a freight train. “Kiss me,” Jared demanded, pulling him in. “Kiss me while we cum.” Their mouths crashed together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss as their hands flew over their cocks. The world dissolved into pure sensation. A second later, Jordan’s whole body seized, a muffled, guttural moan swallowed by Jared’s mouth as his cock jerked violently, sending thick ropes of cum shooting up onto his stomach and chest. Jared’s own muffled cry followed instantly, his hot release joining Jordan’s, his body shuddering against him. They kept kissing through the aftershocks, their hands slowly, tenderly, stroking their own spent, slick cocks, mingling their releases.

as time has passed i have become a complete bareback slut. to the point now i only want it raw. i beg for cum. i love feeling a guy twitch and unload inside me. the last guy i met ive now seen a few times and we no longer discuss it, i help him slide in raw every single time and he never warns me, never pulls out. last time (this past weekend) he shot two loads in me and then i begged for another to the point of riding it out of him. by that point the cum was running out of me and down my legs. still wanted more. is there any going back? i think not. anyone else like this? where does it lead?

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

Feels like there is a pretty big continuum of rough sex options that push limits and do all the right things for both parties that don't go anywhere near the "land the bottom in the ER" outcome. I know "rough" for my power bottoms is a lot different than "rough" for my tight tops flipped as bottoms. Both get a good rough fuck, but its within the limits of their comfort and capabilities of their holes. So ya I can imagine if you are a baseball bat swinging top, high as a kite, and not adjusting to your bottoms abilities, you might have a ER moment. But rough doesn't have to go this way. At all.

Fuck...I go to a hidden/discreet gay beach in the summer to frolic with the boys, but unfortunately, it's not a Poz beach. We can only hope!!! 🍆💦☣️😋

Fuck yeah - there's nothing like a poz load.........neg loads are kinda boring. Just took some poz cock last night and feel great.

“Hold him down.” The pressure on my arms increased as the two men standing on either side of me tightened their grips, each of them using both hands to pin my arms to the desk. I felt the cold shock of lube in the crack of my ass, then another hand ran up and down, spreading the liquid liberally and massaging my pucker before sliding two fingers inside to open me up. “You’re in for it now,” said one of the men holding me down. I could hear the sneer in his voice. “Ever been fucked with a cruel condom?” A different voice in my ear this time, whispering. His voice. I didn’t have to wonder how I had come to find myself in this predicament. As it usually does, my libido did all the talking – and had gotten me into a heap of trouble this time. Here I was at nine o’clock on a Friday night, blindfolded and bent over a desk in a nearly-empty office, waiting to be penetrated by an eight-inch cock sleeved in the equivalent of a Brillo pad. The objective: shred my insides and get me ready to take highly viral poz cum from each man in the room. It had started – as it usually does – with a message on a hookup app. I’m very up front that as a bottom, I am 100% condom-free and have been almost two decades. What the men who fuck me don’t know is, I lie about being on prep and doxypep. I’m not, nor have I ever been. I prefer my sex to be random, anonymous, and as risky as possible. I thrive on it. For nearly half of the two decades I’ve been a bottom, I’ve dabbled with on-again, off-again fantasies of joining the poz brotherhood. More recently, those desires have been much more ‘on’ than ‘off’. While I had always known that becoming poz was probably inevitable, the desire for it had grown into a need, a primitive hunger that was becoming harder and harder to deny. So when he contacted me to say that he had a group that was looking for a raw bottom like me, and I had seen the word ‘Positive’ next to his HIV status, a voice in my lizard brain told me I had to say yes. Less than three hours later, I found myself in a small, non-descript office park, walking into a building to find him, waiting behind a counter. He had opened a door to the office beyond and ushered me in, positioning me on the table before turning on the lights to reveal his group. Each had a matching biohazard tattoo just above and to the left of his cock. The mark of a brotherhood. And they wanted me to join. He had placed a blindfold over my eyes and secured my ankles to the legs of the desk using zip ties. “Quick poll, guys,” he said. “Should I ram it in and get it over with for him, or slide in nice and slow so we can enjoy his pain?” “Fast,” said the guy on my left. “Slow,” replied the one on my right. Then came a chorus of voices from around the room. “Slow.” “Slow.” “Fast.” “Fast.” Six different voices. And he would make seven. “Tie vote!” he chuckled. “Guess I’m the tiebreaker.” With that, I felt the cold tip of the metal sheath press against my hole. I did my best to clench myself shut, to stave off his invasion, but it was to no avail. My anal sphincter had long ago been destroyed to the point that there was little muscle left. Chalk it up to decades as a bottom slut. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I opened for him. I braced myself for what was to come. “Slow it is.” I could hear the smirk on his face as he whispered the words so only those closest to him could hear. The smooth tip of the cruel condom was inside me now. I felt another cold stream of lube as he prepared to push deeper. The pressure was slow and steady, but relentless. I have no words to describe the shock of pain that exploded within me as the abrasive portion of the condom reached my flesh. My asshole had been a source of pleasure for more than two decades, but now it was the source of the worst pain I had ever felt. It was like a wildfire, burning with such fierce intensity it was impossible to believe that it would end. The cruel condom scratched and tore at my insides as he pushed his way deeper and deeper. I bucked and twisted, but the two men kept their hold on me. With his weight now pushing me into the desk, I had nowhere to go. At last his progress slowed, then stopped. My entire being seemed to be on fire. I let out a low, guttural moan and realized that it was my first verbal reaction to his assault. “Mmmmmm,” came his reaction. Then, to the group, he said, “He took that pretty well, wouldn’t you agree, guys?” A chorus of voices echoed their agreement. “Now, let’s see how he does with this!” He pulled his hips back quickly, drawing his cock – and the metal sheath surrounding it – completely out of my body. The cruel condom ripped its way out of me like a bayonet on the battlefield. Almost before I could react, he rammed it back inside me, burying his cock to the hilt and tearing me even more deeply. My whole body tensed as the sensation of a million volts of searing electricity surged through every nerve. The scream seemed to come from somewhere else, somewhere outside my body. I flopped back onto the table, barely aware that I was whimpering and drooling. “I’d say he’s ready for our little gift!” he exclaimed. He slowly withdrew his cock, but if the cruel condom did any more damage, I couldn’t feel it. My whole body had gone numb. Someone I couldn’t see placed a brown bottle under my nose and held a nostril shut. Instinctively, I inhaled mightily. He swapped nostrils. After a couple of deep breaths, my heart was racing in my ears and I felt light-headed. Normally I loved the sensation, but it did nothing to relieve the throbbing, burning pain in my ass. I heard a slight rattle and then he stood before me. His cock looked as though it had been torn a little. It was red and a few small spots of blood were visible. Or was that my blood? Then he held the cruel condom in front of my eyes. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. Not only was the shiny silver implement of torture now completely covered in blood, stuck in between the small abrasive teeth were tiny bits of flesh. My flesh. “All yours, boys,” he said, a joyous tone in his voice. And then it began. The brown bottle made regular appearances under my nose, and as my head swam, one by one each of the men in the room took his turn. No one used any lube – I was bleeding enough that they didn’t need any. Each man stood behind me, grabbed me by the hips and shoved his cock inside my destroyed ass with no mercy. Cock after cock depositing load after load of toxic cum deep in my torn-up guts. By the time the two men holding me down were ready to take their turns, I was too exhausted and out of it to do anything but lay there. They took their turns, then he was the only one who hadn’t yet gotten off. One more round of the brown bottle, and he sauntered up behind me. His weight once again pressed me into the desk as his now bare cock found its target and slid inside me. By now, I felt nothing more than a dull throb in my ass. Either the poppers had done their work, or my mind had shut off most of the pain receptors in that region of my body. Maybe it was both. I could feel and hear his hips slapping against my ass as his pace quickened, until with a small gasp he added his toxic DNA to the others’. It was over, or at least I thought it was. As he slid out of me, I heard him say, “Anyone want seconds?” “I will.” “Yeah, me too.” Too spent to do anything about it, I rested my cheek on the desk as not one, not two, but three of the men took another turn. My blood ran slightly cold when I realized that I would be leaving with ten loads of poz cum inside me. But what did the number matter? I was most likely doomed the moment the first man unloaded inside my bloody, torn-up hole. Then, to add insult to literal injury, he stepped in front of me. His cock, now flaccid, was soaked in a pinkish mixture of blood and cum. “Clean me up,” he ordered. I have always been a fan of ass to mouth, but I found the thought of taking his cock in my mouth at that moment repulsive. And yet, my lizard brain was not done with me. I am a cum dump, after all, and a cum dump’s duty is to clean off his top’s cock. So I dutifully opened my mouth. Normally I savor the taste of cum and ass and a little lube on my tongue, but his cock had a strong metallic taste that set my teeth on edge. Nevertheless, I sucked him in balls-deep and bathed him with my tongue, swallowing everything I had cleaned off him. Seeing me do that for him, the three men who took a second turn each wanted a turn in my mouth, too. I sucked each of them clean in succession, certain that I would never again stop tasting the iron from my blood. At last they were done with me. They cut my ankles loose from the desk and helped me to a chair so I could rest for a few moments. A shock of pain shot through my body as my ass touched the seat. A bottle of Gatorade appeared in my hand and I slugged it back. After a few minutes I began to regain my senses. Most of the men had left; only he remained with two others. Together, they helped me get dressed and led me to my car. He placed a towel on the seat before they helped me in. I moved slowly, but before long I was driving away. When I got home, I found that the blood and cum had seeped through my underwear and pants and stained the towel. Thankfully, it had not penetrated all the way to the seat. I worked my way up the steps to the lobby and into the elevator. Reaching my apartment, I closed the door behind me and walked directly to the bedroom. I barely had time to notice the clock read 10:45 pm before, mentally and physically exhausted, I collapsed face-first on my bed. In no time I had drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning and checked my texts before taking what I knew would be a somewhat painful shower. There was a message from him containing an image and measurements for the biohazard tattoo he and the others had sported, along with the contact information of the studio that had done theirs. Accompanying the file was a simple message. “Welcome to the brotherhood.”

Supplements are great for sperm health. I also find ashwagandha, Maca root, and Co-enzyme Q10 also increase my libido, which helps with the third factor I mentioned above.

Zinc and magnesium supplements have been useful in improving and maintaining semen consistency and quality, but the factors mentioned above as well as getting proper exercise and sleep play a more important role in cum production.

For me, the biggest three factors are (1) how hydrated I am, (2) how long it’s been since my last orgasm, (2) and how turned on I am at the time I cum.

Well. This was certainly a holiday. This all happened sort of thanksgiving eve and carried over into thanksgiving day. Trying to remember how everything happened. Ah so the the last week I've been very sexually frustrated and kinda stressed out. Lots of stuff going on and it was a Wednesday night. Generally in the past I'd go to to a bar for a fetish thing but haven't been to it in a while. Instead I spent a few past wednesdays either hooking up with guys or going to certain events. I decided that it was time to go out and have fun. My plan was to go to the event that happens every so often at a bookstore that happens occasionally. And that's where I went Back to that event I got cleaned up and unfortuantely ended up leaving way later then I intended but preparing was quick fortunately. I was very nervous to go but I decided on it. I paid and went upstairs to a locker and stripped. I was wearing just my leather armband, slim leather sling bag, leather jockstrap, and that was it. I saw this time guys were playing out more in the open like past times and lots of bottoms were being fucked and guys fucking and making out and sucking. This had a lot better vibe then the previous time I went. I was still a little nervous and went downstairs but did not see much going on. I went back upstairs. I saw a guy getting fucked that was big and bearish. He looked very hot. I stood in the corner a little bit kinda watching and observing. I went to my locker to check check my phone. I went back to the open area and started stroking my dick watching guys fuck. I was focussing less on the worry and uncertaintity and starting to focus on how hot it was to hear men fucking and sucking and breeding and barebacking. And tried to get lost in this feelings and my cock got hard. I decided to go to a sort of semi closed off area and watch while stroking my cock. I guess I must have been sending over some top energy. I believe it was the same furry bottom bear who I was watching getting fucked earlier but he came and stood in front of me. He bent over on one of those leather-ish couches in front of me. Well I diddn't need any other signal. I spit on his furry ass and spit on my cock. I started fucking him. His ass felt kinda tight surprisingly but definitely wet. A nice combination. I was enjoying slowly pulling my cock out and pushing slow inside of him. And then pulling my cock out all the way and slamming back in. I heard him moan and groan and damn he was wailing like a bottom in heat getting fucked. I felt kinda proud and cocky how my cock was making him feel. This obivously made my cock harder. I realized I needed to be a bit more gentle with him when he pulled back a little and took a hit of poppers. I went back to fucking him a little more sensual and slower but deeper. I could tell he loved this. At one point I felt like I could cum so I decided to pull out. I slapped his ass and thanked him. I walked around some more and not much going on. I went back to the same area and he was ass open in the main area. He surprised me and he got up and he felt my body and chest. He had a sexy furry chest. He was playing with my nipples and I played with his. He leaned over and kissed me. He was a great and passionate kisser. His thick furry beard meeting with mine felt really good. I could taste his hunger and desire and horniness in his kissing. But I enjoyed making out with this sexy man. I bent him and spit and my cock and spit on his hole. I decided to resume where I was previously with my raw uncut cock in his hot furry bear ass. I enjoyed fucking him and he pulled back a little. This time I was more in more of a taking mood. I got up on the bench he was on which was a flat one and started fucking him. He was loving this and moaning and wailing loud creating a show. I should have mentioned this previously but when I was fucking him before guys were watching. I was starting to feel like a stud which is not a feeling I get because I generally don't fuck in the open like this or get fucked in the open that frequently. It's usually one on one with a guy in a room or semi closed area. He was starting to say "Ooh fuck me". I decided I couldn't hold back anymore. I decided to breed him. I pulled my cock out completely and slammed back into him and fucked him faster. I buried my cock deep in his cummy wet bear hole and added my load to his ass. I decided that I was satisfied with fucking and breeding the sexy bear and used his hole to completely drain my cock. I pulled out and thanked him again. This time I kissed him again. There was this..interesting man who was kinda grabbing me and trying to play with him when I fucked him first. He came back after I was done breeding him too. Initially I thought he might be dominant which was turning me on. But he kept saying he wanted me to fuck him and go to a room or just kept saying he wanted my dick. Although he was cute and sexy I was focusing on the bear I was fucking. And after I was spent for the moment and satisfied so I decided to piss. The Daddy Bear I Serviced After pissing and cleaning my cock I realized nothing else was going on here. I decided to leave and head to the bar. It was..not a normal fetish night. It was more bears and daddies out and about. And woof some hot fucking men. I was dressed in just my jeans and shirtless with my leather arm band and slim leather sling bag. But also my pup hood so I had a layer of anonymity which I kinda loved and I thought was hot. I did check out the dark room but it was kinda packed and more people standing around so decided not to. Was a little nervous to talk to anyone but I got a message on one of the sites. It was the man who I sucked off first at the orgy I went to a while back. We've tried to get together..twice and nothing happened. He wanted me to visit where he was staying at the moment to service his cock and service daddy. Whelp I was more then happy to leave and see him. I left and arrived at his place. He looked exactly like he did when I saw him over a month ago. In the bedroom I wanted to drop to my knees so bad and suck him. But instead he cralwed on the bed and layed down. Similar position and familariaty to our first meeting. I stripped since he was already naked and got on the bed and crawled between his legs. I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and started sucking him. He said how good my mouth felt and how he missed it. He must have since he's the only one from that orgy..well there was on other guy..who found and reached out to me since. And he did several times. Similar to the orgy he was watching porn or something on his phojne. This doesn't bother me at all my focus was his cock. I enjoyed sucking his cock and licking his balls. I was doing a very good job at servicing him. I listened to any direction he gave me and enjoyed deepthroating his cock and just enjoying sucking him either fast or slow and sensual. I was a good boy for him. I serviced him both how he wanted and I wanted. He started getting closer and he spit on my face and hair. I muffled through sucking his cock "Thank you Daddy". He said "Your a good faggot cocksucker slut." Fuck he was making me hard I was precumming in my jockstrap for pretty much all of this. He told me "Boy do not stop sucking my cock. Even when I cum you keep fucking sucking my cock no matter what until I tell you". While he was saying this I wase starting to taste a salty taste. Fuck he was cumming. I did as he instructed and kept sucking his cock. I was rewarded this man was filling my mouth with cum. I kept sucking him and didn't stop and this man continued to fill my mouth and throat with his cum. Fucking hot. I sucked him dry and sucked every last drop. After he came was finished he said "Good boy. Lick daddy's balls now". I lapped his balls with my tongue and and he took a deep breathe and came down from being serviced and cumming. I sucked his nipples a little bit afterwards. He thanked me and we started getting dressed. I left and sent him a message after saying how I enjoyed servicing him and look forward to servicing him again. Playful puppy at the bar I went back to the bookstore event but it was dead so I left lol. I went back to the bar. This time I dressed in only my leather jock strap, leather arm band, leather sling back, and pup hood. I decided that since I was a bit too nervous to be a little bit of a playful pup. I wanted to be a bit mischevious and fuck around. I decided what I can do to be a bit of trouble. I decided that I wanted to see if I can get my dick hard in the cold. I was 100% serious about this. I was a little nervous but I went to a corner on the patio and unzipped my jockstrap and started jacking my cock. To give some context it was around 40F but wind chill made it colder. I felt the cold wind slapping me constantly it felt like a bitch. But I was not going to be stopped. I decided to pull up pictures of the sexy tatted bear daddy that I meet weekly. That man just everything about him. I looked at his pictures and videos of him fucking a guy. I started barking and woofing while I was jacking my cock. I got my cock rock hard and decided to try something else. I took out of my phone and started taking pictures of me in my gear with pup hood with my cock hanging out. I loved this. I got some angles with my ass arched back too. I felt like such a playful fun puppy slut doing this but I was freezing. I decided to try and jack my dick more because obviously I was getting soft from the cold. The bartender caught me. He said to put that away it's a weapon. He joked and said that it is very big. He said it's very nice and of course I appreciated the compliment. I went back inside and tried to warm up. I danced a little bit and checked out the dark room but didn't feel the vibe. I decided to brave it and go back outside again and try again. It didn't work. I almost got fully hard but my body internally was too cold because of what I was wearing. It was getting late in the evening. I went to dark room again. It was less crowded a little..at least you could manuveur kinda. I saw in the corner a very sexy gray silvered daddy bear sitting naked. I think I saw him earlier in the evening he looked cute. I decided to be brave and got on my knees in front of him. He looked at me with a sharp look and he had a sexy gray beard. He gave me almost a nod of approval. I started sucking his cock he was flaccid but it didn't bother me. He said "Boy..i'm a little worn out I don't think I can fuck you tonight.". I stopped sucking him and said "That's okay you are a sexy man I want you to have fun." I don't know if that's exactly what I said but similar-ish I think. He smiled and I enjoyed sucking him. He was getting a little bit hard. I figured he'd either drank a bit or fucked a lot. He definitely gave me the vibe that he's a top daddy bear. I enjoyed sucking him and I decided to pull my mouth off his dick and start sucking his nipples. He started moaning and said "Good boy." He surprised me and wrapped his daddy bear arms around me giving me a bear hug. He said "Good boy..that's a good boy." I sucked his other nipple. I looked up at him and he lowered his head to kiss me. I raised my head slightly and we both kissed. His gray sexy beard meeting with man. This man was very passioante. He was holding me and embracing me while we kissed. Fucking hot. I could feel his passion and desire and when were making out. He held me afterwards cuddling me with for a moment. I wondered if this was really him or maybe effects of alcohol. Regardless this sexy daddy bear was warming me up. I went back to sucking him some more and then he bent me over. He spit on my hole and started fingering me. I was not entirely sure what would happen but I decided to let whatever happens happen. He was fingering me and fuck it was starting to hurt. I didn't realize until after that he was trying to stuck multiple fingers up my ass. Oh fuck he might be a fister. He got his fill of fingering me with 2 fingers and then he said "Thanks boy". I felt kinda bad. I wanted to play more with him it didn't matter to me if he could fuck me or not. But I know some men are big on pride so I decided to just move on from it. I got a message from the guy again. He asked if I was ready for round two. I said I was and he asked me to come back over. I left and was trying to decide while I was heading home. I asked if he likes to fuck. He responded saying not really he likes being sucked and serviced more. I was considering just calling it a night because I was tired. But he surprised me and said "I'd be open to barebacking if I got there". Something along those lines. I asked him not to be pushy but because his profile mentioned he barebacked. Since he was willing I decided to go back and see him. I went back to his place. Round two with the Daddy Bear I serviced I got there and he was dressed in loose clothing this time. I stripped like last time and got on the bed with him and straddled him. I was enjoying servicing and sucking him but I was very tired from the night because it was LATE. But I serviced him and enjoyed sucking his cock. I actually really enjoyed it and the man has a thick and big cock. While I was sucking him at one point he said "Boy you are so fucking hot you've been sucking and deepthroating my big daddy dick for so long. You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth". This man knew how to bring out the subservient side in me. I can't believe this happened but I was so tired that I did partially doze off with my cock in his mouth and still sucking him. Yes I semi crashed out while servicing him but he was still hard and I was still sucking and servicing him while partially passing out. He was not as hard as last time I think he was very tired himself. We both were. But he wanted to cum. I sucked him harder and I had a realization that I can actually make him cum. Something clicked in me that made me know that I knew how to make him cum. So I did. I sucked him a certain way with a certain amount of speed. He shot another huge load in my mouth and swallowed every last bit. Fuck his cum tasted great. He thanked me saying I'm a hot boy. We both stripped and I left. I forgot there was a pit stop in between all of this. Fucking and Breeding Extra I did go to another bookstore somewhere during the night. I went into a dark room and some random guy started to fuck me but he stopped and didn't breed me. He was fucking big too he felt great. He was kinda wierd though I was trying to fuck a bottom when he grabbed me while I was trying to fuck him. I did fuck some random bottom in a dark room though. They had a great ass and I bred them. I also went to the baths after the second round with the Daddy I serviced. I think I've seen this guy twice now he's a big bear-ish guy and hangs out around someone else. I saw him in a room by himself. We both played and I sucked him and we made out some. He had an interesting cock very thick but one that sort of extended out. Not sure how to explain it but the actual girth of his cock was insanely thick and felt great in my mouth. He said he's verse and does both. But he also mentioned that his friend is coming back soon. I didn't want to get interrupted. I asked if he wanted to get fucked and he said he was down. He got on his belly and I spit on my cock and fucked him. He had a hot sexy furry ass. He was semi loose when I fucked him he said he'd been there for a while so not sure if he got fucked. I enjoyed fucking him and something about his ass maybe my foreskin pulled back. But my cock was extra sensitive so I bred him faster then normal. He loved getting fucked by me and thanked me for the load in his ass. I asked if he wanted to get sucked afterwards and he said he's good since I already came. I heard that some guys don't like to do stuff after getting fucked and bred. I guess he's like that. I wanted to play some more but he did say his friend was coming back soon. I left his room. I decided to shower and leave because it was pretty dead other then that. I went home and grabbed some food on the way home. Well now time for something different. Part 2 of this. This was just the Thanksgiving Evening/Morning. The day had it's own fun as well. Loads taken: Loads swallowed 2: I sucked off the hot daddy at the place he was staying and took his load twice. Loads bred 3: I was a horny fucker. Fucked and bred the bottom at the event. Well fucked him twice bred him once. Fucked a guy at a bookstore in the dark room. Fucked a sexy bear at the baths and bred him. It was a fun night and I had a lot of fun. Much more to cum..

...and maybe a hole he really loves the reactions from, and the feeling of being inside. If still more straight or unsure, and wants to stay safely on the side of "dicking you down" versus "having sex WITH you". Bitch out, as a term works too. Certainly wants to be in control, but that's definitely the straight thing again I'd think. I've definitely had some boys who weren't so much my type but goddamn they felt :so: good, I loved that same position you described. Less making out and more enjoying how they made me feel and how my cock made them react, etc.

There is nothing humiliating about it! I always leave it up to the man I’m servicing, if he blows it on my face I wear it like a badge of honor. I worked hard to get that nut out of his balls!

They say, "it's a small world," but when it's a brotherhood, the connections/contacts among poz men resemble a spider's web, and so Dr. Matthew is forever connected to his mentor and his poz buddies. The probability of Matthew converting from one or more of the 18 loads he took in this chapter is very high and is quite fitting for him and his future (Matthew will have a ready-made supportive friend group to help him adjust to living as a poz guy and likely gifting chasers his toxic cum.) Matthew finally realized (like most chasers) that the desire to become poz doesn't fade or go away. In fact, time only increases the need to achieve the poz/toxic status and begin to breed those seeking HIV. Dr. Dan alludes to this fact when he says, "He has never been happier." since he started gifting men his strain. Undoubtedly, Matthew's approach with his patients will be different. No longer will he advise them on meds right away. He might even offer his ass to patients to deposit their toxic cum into. So many pozzibilities for Matthew to become known as Dr. Poz Pig! Thanks, @Van2man!

@loadgiver you are the man. This cock sucker LOVES to give no recip head and swallow as much cum as I can. That being said I also enjoy a facial and started keeping the load or loads on my face afterward about 15 yrs ago. First time I did it I was tag teamed by a couple. They put their last 2 loads on my face. They had been commenting throughout the session what a slut I was so I decided to show then. As I was getting dressed on of the guys handed me a towel. I said, thanks I'm good and proceeded to put my shirt on. I said thanks men and walked out the door of their house. My car was parked on the street, got in without seeing anyone. Feeling their loads on my face and wanting a reaction I drove home, stopping at a store on the way. Since is was the second load for both I wasnt dripping in cum but as I got out you could see tell tale signs of moisture and dried cum. Went in, bought a coke, was a turn on paying as the cashier looked at me. Since then I've always kept cum on my face, love the feeling and being able to smell the sex for the rest of the day. @loadgiver ever get to the cities I'd be proud to wear your signature.

Getting fucked hard up the ass is never going to be a “comfortable” experience, but it’s still intensely pleasurable for a bottom like myself. I don’t want it gentle, or considerate or loving. I’ll try to prepare myself with lube (of some kind) and do my best to ensure my hole is as ready as possible to take dick, with a minimum of wasting the top’s time. Then I can revel in the physical sensations of a cock banging against my prostrate and insides, balls slapping against my ass, the sights, the sounds… Then there’s that psychological buzz that bottoms get from knowing they’re just being used as a fuckhole for other people’s pleasure. Verbal degradation is great as well. Even better if there’s an audience watching thinking what a slut you are and/or waiting their turn. I don’t want to be injured, as that inhibits my ability to service tops, but I am happy to be pushed to my fucking limit. The top who left me gingerly walking away from the bathhouse sling the other night, dripping cum from a loose hole, was perfect. No concern for my pleasure, no asking if I was ready or if I wanted him to use a condom, just focused on himself, sniffing his poppers, occasionally checking the scene out in the full-length mirror beside us, and fucking me relentlessly for the next hour. He completely ignored my cock the entire time and he was perfectly right to do so. I can admit that I was struggling by the end: trembling, dehydrated, completely and utterly used… But I knew I had to hang on, concentrate on breathing, and give him and his superior cock what he needed. Then I knew I’d be worthy of the load he was building up to, undeniable verification of my cumdump slut status.

There are over 100 million German speaking people in Europe. I don't think that qualifies as "sadly only". Buddy doesn't have the 'universal' coverage of Grindr or Scruff, that's true, but I find the quality of profiles on Buddy, or MachoBB, to be much better than on Grindr and Scruff, when it comes to bareback sex. Grindr and Scruff may be universal but their apps are loaded with fake profiles. Buddy and MachoBB are more niche website catering for bb sex specifically. So if you are on here, on BZ, and you want to hook up with someone in these regions, then I definitely recommend Buddy for German speaking regions and MachoBB for Spanish, Portuguese, Italian and French speaking regions. Even if you don't speak German or French or Spanish, everyone on these two sites speaks passable english. Because let's be honest, you're looking to suck cock and get your ass fucked, not for philosophical dissertations. And one more thing... In Europe (except UK), a lot of people still do go out to bars and clubs for hookups, not just sitting at home scrolling endlessly through profiles. So if you find yourself in Europe, try the bars, sexclubs, saunas or cruising spots for real sex. In Germany you get quite a number of sex clubs where bb is de rigueur , and so in France, Belgium or Spain. To make a long story short, use Buddy for German speaking users, MachoBB for most other latin origin languages. In the UK, you have the BBRT - although that's a hit and miss depending on the city.

Who ever says they dont like older tops they are wrong! The other night on sniffies i had a 72 year old hit me up, he sent nice cock pics. Good size. But didn't want to send a face Pic. I was about to block him then he asked if I like bondage and ws... ooh now got my attention. I said sure he said he has a sling in his basement. A second ooh now Im interested. I asked any cock problems? He said no and I'm loaded with pills and i took a few a minute ago. I said ok address. He gave me his address and said ill clean you out when you get here. I arrived at his house and yes looked that age very gray hair in a bathrobe. So the slut I am I entered. He looked at me and said take your clothes off here and put them on the table. So I did. He said nice, grabbed my arm and said come this way as we walked down the stairs to the basement. I saw the sling with tables and chairs all around it on a cold concrete floor. He said hop up on it. As I got situated he took off his robe and exposed his average body in full leathers. Looked kinda nice. He walked over to me stroking and saw it was a good size. He then strapped me in put a blindfold on me. I started tobfeel him rubbing my leggs, chest then my cock. I heard noises then heard a sink get turned on. A few minutes I felt something hard and thin go in my hole pushing deep. He said j I st relax. Then a bloating feeling started as i assumed an enema as it was removed. He said release it. So I felt a stream pouring out. Then again.. He did this about 3 times. Then the last time again he said this is special blend as I felt a warming feeling in me and a little burning then I felt a rush hit after a few minutes and was told to hold it in. I expelled it and heard some noises then felt something by my nose as i was told to breathe in deep. Then all of a sudden his cock was pushing in as my body was tingling. It did feel amazing by this time and as he pumped and pumped for at least two hours I had a intense feeling with every inch going in and out. I wanted to tap out after a while i was getting to exhausted and sore but I couldn't say anything but moan. He started to moaned as he stopped moving then felt a warm feeling inside and pumped again as I heard slushing sounds from below I felt and smelled piss as it was dripping down my back. He pulled out and was pissing all over me it felt warm and i loved it. Then he was slurping my ass for sometime licking my hole and leggs. I could smell the strong piss smell all over me. He moved around and felt him slide his cock back in and pounded hard for some time slamming back a forth. He pulled out grabbed my cock and sucked me for a while he asked for me to let piss come out so I pushed and all of a sudden I pissed as he moved my cock feeling his mouth around on my cock slurping. I pissed on me and his mouth as he spit it on my face. He again slid his cock in for another pounding for a few more minutes then he moaned. He pulled out and walked away I heard noises as a sink was turned on then I felt him unstrap my leggs as warm water and a sponge was wiping all over me. I could smell soap. Then he removed my arms as he pulled me off to rinse me off with a bucket and sponges. Then towel dry me as he removed the blindfold. He hosed off the sling as I saw the drain in the floor. I still had a weird feeling but was rock hard as he sat on a chair to suck me. I was about to blow he pulled my hips in and swallowed my cock as I blew. He got up and we went upstairs to see his husband sitting there jerking. He said i saw everything and you have a great ass. I said thanks nice cock. He said come sit on it. So I turned around and slowly squated on it till my ass was on his lap. He said nice and loose. I grinded a little as he pushed me on the floor keeping his cock in then laid on me as he pumped and said in my ear im going to cum. He did cum as he laid on me for a minute. He got up I got up as the two started kissing. I slowly got up and sat down on the couch as they both sat next to me and we kissed each other for a while. I was getting hard as the 1st guy told me he wanted to watch me fuck his husband. He got all fours as I got into position to push my cock in him. My back and ass were rubbed as i pumped but I sadly lasted only few minutes as I blew a load in him. He spun around to suck me clean me. We got up and I got dressed and said my good byes.

Part 6 I’m holding Mark’s hand as we enter my apartment building, I have messaged Luke beforehand and hope he had a great day, yesterday. In front of my apartment door, I give Mark a longing kiss, before opening it. Luke is sitting on the couch but gets up quickly to greet us both with a hug. I feel something is off, Luke seems a little shaken, even Mark notices. ‘Where is your bedroom, I bring your bags there’ Mark offers, giving me space to talk to Luke. ‘It’s right over there, thanks’ As Mark walks away I look at Luke and he envelopes me immediately in a tight hug. ‘I fucked up Thomas; I think I made a big mistake.’ He says with a shaking voice. ‘Come, lets sit down, tell me everything’ … and he does. I know my brother, when he is stressed, he speaks faster than usual and sometimes forgets who he’s talking to. So, after around 10 minutes I know everything about my brother’s fuck, research and alone time yesterday, possibly too much. I look at him lovingly, but I cannot do more than put my hand on his shoulder. ‘Luke, I have to admit, I’m not quite sure what to say. I always wanted to be poz, it is a desire I had since my teenage years. To be honest, I knew I would be one day, before I knew and accepted that I like men.’ ‘But I never thought about it before, never. It didn’t even cross my mind, until…’ ‘Until I brought the subject into your world’ I say with a heavy voice. We sit there in silence for a moment but get startled by a cough besides us. Mark looks at my brother and I, and somehow, I know he will have the answers. ‘Luke, would you mind if I intercept?’ Mark asks. ‘Oh, sure, go ahead, I don’t want to ruin your day. I go to my…’ ‘No. I want to talk to you Luke about what you just said, would that be alright?’ I give Luke an encouraging smile, and with a silent nod, he brings Mark into the conversation. While Luke and I are on the couch, Mark takes the chair opposite. ‘Luke?’ Mark starts to ask, ‘are you on PrEP?’ ‘Eh, yes, I am, have been since my 18th birthday.’ ‘With how many men did you have sex since then?’ Luke looks at me nervous and a little embarrassed, ‘I don’t know, maybe 40 or 50, could be more’ ‘And with how many did you use condoms?’ ‘What? I have no idea, I never bought condoms myself, so probably 2 or 3 times, if the guy wanted it. I never ask for them.’ ‘So, you have been practising bareback sex since almost four years now.’ ‘Yeah, I guess that’s right’ Luke answers confused ‘Well, I hate to break it to you, but the chances are high you already had sex with a poz man, which also means you had a poz cock up your ass and the toxic seed as well So, the fucking isn’t the problem, the problem is, it was the first time you knew about it.’ I look at my little brother and see how his mind is racing, how he tries to connect everything. I also see him relax a little, but still there are unanswered question. But then Mark looks around, finds the article, looks at me, and continues. ‘Thomas, I guess this print out of an online article is your doing, as no reasonable person would do that in this day and age, but that’s not the point right now. Luke, it seems like you spent the whole day yesterday with this topic, read about it, watched porn focussing on it, and finally had sex with a man, who is poz. You were overstimulated, between all the Pride events, the surprise about your brother and I, and this new topic in your life. Nothing you did yesterday was different to the sexual encounters you had previously. The only mistake you made yesterday is coming on this coffee table, that was unnecessary.’ And with that all three of us start to laugh, my little brother finally relaxing fully. ‘Luke, one final word. The yearning to be poz, to become a bug chaser, is a desire your brother and I had for many years. I also talked about it with my friends before I made the final decision in 2012. Now I am exactly the man I wanted to be all those years ago. Your brother is still neg as far as we know, his desire isn’t fulfilled and he is still on his journey, but he made this decision with years of thinking about it. You might be a bug chaser; you might not be. At one point you will figure it out, and then we are here to talk to you about it.’ Luke suddenly envelopes Mark in big hug, and I know that I found the best man in the world. ‘Thanks Mark, you are great. Brother, you have to keep this one.’ ‘Well, that’s the plan.’ I look at them lovingly ‘Now get off of my boyfriend and let us start the day, what do you want to do?’ We spent the whole day talking, shopping, going outside and enjoying the beautiful summer weather. Mark and Luke hit it off immediately, and everything feels like it should be. My brother and I have the night for us to have a final talk about the last days, as he is leaving tomorrow. Our relationship has grown so much over the last few days, that I will miss this little bugger. (4 weeks later) I’m getting spitroasted by two guys, but none of them is Mark. My eyes water, as one cock is hitting my throat roughly. As I try to pull away to get some air, the man behind me pushes deeper inside me, impaling me again at the cock in front of me, tasty precum leaking down my throat. We are in the middle of the forest, birds singing around us and the river flowing loudly close by. This should have been a relaxing run for me, but I met two of Mark’s friend from the poz group, and now I am getting fucked by a couple of 20 years. Mitch and Henry have been together since they were 19 years old, now almost 40, poz and beefy bears, they add their seeds to my quickly increasing toxic cum selection. ‘Open wide Thomas, we will knock you up. Take our toxic cum and join us finally, don’t be a guest, become a poz member for good’ I moan loudly, but as Mitch’s cock is still in my mouth I cannot speak. Henry shoots his load into my ass, but remains inside me, to ensure no drop is dripping out. Mitch is also reaching his climax, and as I want to pull a little back to savour his poz cum in my mouth, he grabs my head and thrust his cock deep into me, making sure that his load goes down my throat immediately. I can barely breathe as his cock blocks my throat, his cum sliding inside me and another dick still in my ass. When they finally release me from their cock, I have to breathe in deeply, my saliva running down my neck and chest. ‘Well Thomas, this was great. Now enjoy your run, we’re off’ They both slap me on the ass, and leave me there alone, exhausted and full of cum in the forest. Of course there is no way I could keep up my run, so, I walk back to Mark’s apartment being greeted by his beautiful smile and the lovely smell of coffee. ‘How was your run’? He asks innocently. ‘Well, cut short by Mitch and Henry, they fucked me right there in the forest, hard.’ Mark laughs, hands me my coffee and gives me a longing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. ‘So, I guess Mitch shot his toxic load down your throat, I can still taste him.’ ‘Oh, fuck off, that was a lucky guess.’ ‘No, it wasn’t, he always goes for the mouth and Henry is the ass man, don’t forget I know them for years.’ We kiss again and then lie together on the couch, Mark’s head in my lap. ‘Are you excited for our poz holiday?’ Mark asks. ‘I am, but also a little nervous. I never been to a sex tour.’ ‘Don’t worry, you will enjoy it, I managed to find almost all the guys joining us on the apps. So, we have some idea with whom we will be exploring the world for the next two weeks. And I think you might be in for a surprise.’ Mark pulls up his phone, opening one of the apps, especially created for poz men, so not for chasers like me, and hands it to me. The face smiling out at me is none other than Chad. But before I can say anything my phone vibrates and I see a call from my little brother coming in. ‘Hey Luke, what’s up?’ ‘Is Mark with you?’ he asks immediately, sounding excited. ‘Yes, why?’ ‘Put me on speaker, please’ I do as asked and he continues ‘you guys I have finally decided what I want. I just gave all my PrEP pills back to my pharmacy, I talked and fucked with Tony the last weeks a lot and it is time, I want the gift. Bro we are now both on the chase.’ Mark and I look at each other puzzled, but smiling. Before I can say anything, Mark starts to talk. ‘That’s great to hear Luke, but you know what that means?’ ‘What?’ My brother on the phone and I say simultaneously. ‘You both are now in a race, who will be poz first?’

Part 5 Thomas leaves for his first date or whatever this is with Mark, which means I have the whole day to myself. I browse a little, watch some TikTok clips, check my socials, but after an hour I am bored. As I search through the apartment for something sweet to eat - fuck why is my brother such a healthy eater - I find the article about bug chasing and gift giving in my room, well the guest room. I take the papers and with a disregarded chocolate bar out of my gym bag I go back to the living room, starting to read. At the beginning I find the whole idea strange, but as I read on an understanding sinks in, that this isn’t just a fantasy, but a real desire people crave. I spent the next hour or more searching the web for all the information I can find. I open some of my apps and search for the tag poz, browsing the men, who live with it. I am surprised how many men are there, I open the profile of a beautiful nerdy twink, who is only a year older than me and seems like a lovely guy. I close the apps and go back to the internet; the real men are currently to real for me. As I continue my search, I stumble upon pozzing porn. Despite my early hesitation it arouses me deeply, but in a different way to the standard bareback porn I so love. And then I find videos of men with biohazard and scorpion tattoos, which bring me over the edge and my cum right onto the coffee table in Thomas’ living room. I am exhausted, confused, but still horny. I decide to head out and get all this stuff out of my mind. The town is still full of hot gay guys, who carry the atmosphere of Pride through the streets. I end up in a little coffee shop with a beautiful view over the river, ordering a vanilla iced coffee – yes, I am that basic bitch. Enjoying the sun, my coffee and the view around me, my phone rings. As I look at it, I’m a little annoyed, as it is another message from one of my apps, properly another blank profile, who wants to see more pictures of me. But as I open the app, the face of the hot nerd I browsed previously smiles at me. Apparently, in my quest for understanding I have liked his profile pic. Don’t freak out, but I am sitting two tables away from you. I turn around quickly and see that beautiful face smiling again, but this time in real life. His brown hair is all over the place, but with the glasses and as I see now an unbelievable tight body, he looks like a librarian in a porn movie. I signal him to join me, he takes his bag, coffee and book to my table, I manage to get a glance at his butt, which is barely covered by a pair of tiny hot pants. ‘Hi’ he says ‘I’m Tony, sorry for the ambush’ ‘Hi, I’m Luke and no ambush at all. Have a seat.’ And then we talk, a lot. He is an art student at the same university as I am and only here for Pride. He lives like me with his sibling for the time, in his case his sister. We talk about the last days, our Pride experience and then decide to walk a little. Without realising it, I have navigated us back to my brother’s place, inviting him in for another coffee. He is a little reluctant but accepts my invitation. As we enter the apartment, and I get us some water, because none of us really wanted a second coffee, I notice that he is nervous. ‘Is everything alright’ I ask reassuringly. ‘Yeah, it is, but … have you read my profile before you liked my picture on the app or did you just swipe?’ ‘No, I have read it’ I step closer to him ‘all of it’ He puts his hand on my chest, before he looks at me and gives me a longing kiss. ‘I haven’t been together with a neg for a long time, but for you I will make an exception. My poz load will make you happy’ I am startled at the change in the conversation, but my cock is very happy about it. My mind is racing, but another kiss stops me from overthinking it. ‘Yes, please give me your poz load, I want it’ I hear myself saying and cannot believe those words are coming from me. Tony pulls me closer to him, his hands on my back and neck, while I caress his perky ass. We slip out of our clothes, which haven’t covered that much of us in the first place. As he takes of his tank top, I take in a short breath. This guy has a biohazard tattoo on his chest and fuck it gets me wild. I push him onto the couch, burying my head into his crotch. My mouth envelopes his uncut cock, which is incredibly beautiful and thick. It takes me a moment to manage it all, but after some time his cock hits my throat. I hear a loud moan over my head. After I taste his precum and swallow every drop of it, I wander with my tongue up his body, remaining a little longer over his biohazard tattoo, which I kiss lovingly. As I reach his mouth we are enthralled in a deep, longing kiss and I use the chance to sit myself on his lap, his rock-hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks. ‘Are you ready to take this toxic poz cock?’ he moans into my mouth. I answer him with a longing kiss. He positions his cock right at my hole and because of sweat, my sucking and some light fingering during my poz porn watch, his cock slips right in. I moan loudly as his cock's head enters me, the thrill of having a poz cock inside me unparalleled. For a moment my breath becomes shallow, and I look him directly into the eyes, before I lower my body deeper. His cock entering me completely. I feel his balls pulling towards my ass. ‘You have a poz cock inside you now, you like that you little neg twink, right?’ ‘I love it’ I whisper in his ear ‘Now what’s missing is your poz load inside me’ This drives him wild, he pushes harder and harder into me, forcing my hips down on his cock. After almost 15 minutes, he presses me towards his body, shifts us both, so that he is now lying above me, thrusting his cock rough. I feel his cock twitching, his climax almost there. With a strong hold, I pull him closer to me, his full body now above me, our tongues intertwined in another kiss and then I feel the warm of his toxic load as he pushes his seed in me again and again. I come simultaneously and cover both our body in my cum. He collapses on top of me, and we remain in this position. His cock slides out slowly, but one of my hands remains on his ass, while the other strokes his back. ‘Wow, that was something else. Luke, you are wonderful’ ‘You are not so bad yourself, Tony. We definitely have to repeat that’ Finally, we sit ourselves up and enjoy the exhaustion and nakedness of us both. As Tony wants to get us another glass of water, he sees the papers about bug chasing and gift giving on the counter, where I left them earlier. He looks at me puzzled and I explain to him, why I have read them. We talk about it, still naked until the night starts to creep in, and we have another goodbye fuck. When he leaves, I open my laptop again and go immediately to pozzing porn, now understanding the played-out scenarios even deeper than before. Something changes within me, it isn’t just curiosity any more, but something else, something I need to figure out.

Love that your beautiful cock is a tool share your dirty seed.

Mine.

Part 3 (no explicitly poz loads in this chapter): Nick wasn't lying when he said he'd be fucking me a lot. I don't think a day went by since our first fuck without at least one of his loads in my ass. Most days he fucked me twice. His libido was off the charts. He was fucking me twice most days and also going out and hooking up with randoms too. Sometimes he took his time, other times it was a quick fuck because he needed to get off. He didn't seem to care if I had an orgasm or not, it was all about his pleasure. He just fucked me when he wanted, and he never asked for permission. He enjoyed fucked other guys either at beats, their place, or sex clubs, and then coming home, finding me in the apartment, pulling my shorts down and shoving his dick inside me. He'd fuck me while telling me about the guy or guys he'd just been inside and loved pointing out that he hadn't washed his dick since fucking them, hoping that he was passing something from them to me. He would just fuck me anywhere, at any time. In the kitchen, my bedroom, his bedroom, the living room, a couple of times in the hall just inside the front door, and even on the balcony. It definitely wasn't a private balcony, so I'm sure some of our sessions out there were watched by someone. I was surprised but glad that our other flatmate, Chris, hadn't caught us yet. There were a few close calls, with Nick ejaculating inside me just as Chris opened the door, giving us just enough time for Nick to pull out and both of us to get our pants back in order. Chris was more a friend of Nick's than mine, someone Nick knew who took the third room when our previous flatmate moved out, so I didn't know him as well and I hadn't talked to him about anything sexual. I really didn't know how he'd react if he caught us fucking, or even if he knew that we'd fucked many times in the kitchen where he prepared his meals. After a few weeks of this kind of schedule, Nick told me that I wasn't being a good enough slut. Since the first week, I hadn't been to a beat or hooked up with anyone else because Nick was fucking me a lot. Nick said he enjoyed having me as his personal sex toy, but reminded me that he loves fucking a cum-filled ass, and I should be collecting random loads so that he can fuck me afterwards. Plus, if he's the only one fucking me, my chances of taking a poz load are unacceptably low. It had only been a few weeks since the incident at the beat when I was told to let a poz guy breed me, so it was too early to tell but I felt like I was still neg and he hadn't converted me. I told Nick that I'd been reconsidering being a bug chaser, and thought I should start taking my prep tablets again to protect myself, but that I hadn't decided fully. Nick said that I obviously wasn't good at making decisions and needed someone else to make them for me, so he came up with a few rules for me to follow: 1. I'm not allowed to take prep or pep unless Nick gives me explicit permission. 2. No loads refused. Anyone and everyone is allowed to fuck me as long as it's bareback. 3. I must visit at least 1 beat per day. 4. If Nick sends me instructions to go to a guy's house or other location, I must follow those instructions and take the guy's load. 5. No underwear allowed. I must go commando at all times for easy access. Even at work. I wasn't sure what to say, but I could tell from his tone and expression that these rules weren't up for negotiation. Nick "sealed the deal" buy fucking and breeding me. The next day when I returned from work, Nick met me at the door and just said "your bedroom, now. Remove all clothes and wait on the bed for me". I did as instructed, expecting him to come in and fuck me, but he entered the room carrying a blindfold and earplugs. He tied the blindfold around my head and told me to insert the ear plugs. I could hear him faintly if he spoke with his mouth next to my ear, but I couldn't see anything. He had me sitting on the edge of the bed and I felt the presence of another person. Nick took my hand and guided it to a cock, and moved my hand up and down the shaft. I took the hint and started wanking this unknown guy. His cock felt slightly longer than average, and I think it was cut. It wasn't as big as Nick's cock, but then again, very few are. Nick is blessed in that department. My head was guided to this stranger's cock and I knew what to do. I was being instructed to suck it. I did my best, the cock tasted nice and there was a good amount of precum for me to lick up. I normally structure my headjob technique based on feedback, but with the earplugs, I couldn't hear any moans or comments from the guy attached to the dick in my mouth. The blow job didn't last long before the dick was removed from my mouth and I was repositioned on the bed so that the mystery man's cock could have easy access to my hole. A bit of lube, a bit of pressure, and he was balls deep inside me. While he used my ass as if I was nothing more than a fleshlight, I felt another cock at my lips. This one was thick and uncut. I had sucked it before, and I was certain that it was Nick's. I didn't often get to suck him because he preferred to fuck, and especially if he'd just been inside another guy, as he said, he didn't want my mouth cleaning off anything that should be donated to my ass. Nick's cock left my mouth but the cock in my ass kept pounding away, getting gradually faster and faster, the mystery guy fucking harder and harder. I thought he was getting close and then felt someone climb back up on the bed. I thought Nick had returned and I hoped he'd let me suck his cock again. A cock did appear at my lips but it wasn't one that I recognized. I opened up and let the new guy, mystery man 2, enter my mouth. I didn't know who either of these two were, but I hoped that they were enjoying the experience. I didn't want any rumors going around that I was a boring sex partner. Mystery man 1 fucked harder, pushed in as deep as he could, and collapsed on my back, while flooding my colon with his load. I wondered who he was and where Nick had found him. Mystery guy 2 immediately pulled out of my mouth and I felt his cock knocking at my backdoor. I knew what was expected of me, so I relaxed and let him in. He didn't last as long as the first guy and before I knew it, his load was added to the one already inside me. He pulled out and I was left alone for a while. It felt like ages, but was probably only 5 mins or so, before Nick returned and shoved his long, thick tool deep inside me. When he was all the way in, he pulled the earplugs out of my ears and told me that this is how he liked to fuck me - random guys' cum inside me as lube. He told me that I'd been a good slut taking those loads. I asked him who they were, and he said that the whole point of me wearing a blindfold and earplugs was so that I didn't know who they were. With a shout of "fuck yeah, I love a sloppy hole", Nick emptied his balls inside me. Something about the way he came set me off and I sprayed my load all over the bed below me. After he finished, Nick took the blindfold off me and I was about to see again. I told him that it was fucking hot that he'd just invited two random strangers over to fuck me like that. He said two things, firstly, that he liked it too and that he will do it again, and secondly, that they weren't strangers, but next time he might choose some random guys. What did he say? They weren't strangers? My head started swimming with possibilities. Who had he shared me with? Did I know them or did he know them? Nick could see that I wasn't going to let it rest, and just told me that I couldn't ask anymore questions, but we both know both guys, they're not strangers to either of us, and they both told Nick that they wanted to fuck me again sometime, and Nick said he'd make it happen. End of the third chapter. I promise that there will be poz cum in the next installment.

Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

PART 2... A couple of nights each week, every week since we first connected, sometime between 10p and midnight, Mauro will show-up. Uninvited, unannounced. I will hear knocking at my apt's rear security door. Mauro would be standing there, asking if he can come in and use the bathroom. I'd let him in and he'd wander off and do his thing. After a few minutes he'd come back out and we would talk for a little while. That late, I'm normally asleep. I also don't bother getting dressed, I'm usually naked at home and always when I sleep, so now nude and not exactly awake. We talk about nothing and then he asks if I want to buy some good shit (his words). Up until yesterday, he had dropped by 8 times so far. A bit annoying but he never stays for more than a half hour or so. Last night he pops-up again, just after 11p. Uses the restroom then comes back in and sits on the futon. I'm sitting on my table across from him. He pulls out his pipe and torch then lights-up. Blows two massive clouds. I don't turn any lights on so the lighter and clouds look kinda cool. He offers the pipe to me. I came really really close to saying no, I gotta be to work at 5a but took it from him anyway. I take the 1st deep hit. Been a while and feel it fill my head fast. The T he's got is damn good. I'm not dressed, so he can see my dick hit full attention very quick. He reached over and grabbed my dick, asks if I like the shit. I say that I'm feeling better. He gets up, pulls out his phone and texts with someone. He says for me to use it all up, that he'll be right back. He heads out the backdoor. I take three deep draws then drop onto the futon and semi-tune out. Feeling damn good. A little while, knock at the door again. I say come in. Mauro is back and has someone with him. This is a surprise but it's my home so I stay down on the futon. Mauro introduces the guy, I instantly forget. The guy looks a bit older, maybe 60, shaved head, tat's cover his arms and around neck, bit of a thug effect. The guy says he has some better shit. Mauro takes his pipe from me and hands it to the guy. He goes back into the kitchen to fill it. I don't have the sense to ask who the guy is and why is he here.... The friend comes back over to us and hands me the pipe. "Try this shit". I take it, light up and one deep hit. Oh fuck..... Mauro says to do another. I raise the pipe and torch but am shaking, having a hard time keeping the lighter under the bulb. Crap. Mauro takes them from me and lights it, holding it for me to get the hit. I remember taking two more deep hits with little encouragement. The stuff was laced with something, I have no idea. I was down fast. I didn't loose connection, just badly faded, badly fogged, unfocused, eye-sight shot, semi-brain-dead. I somehow landed on the floor, on my back, holding my legs while Mauro is hard fucking me, telling me to open my eyes and look at him. Telling his friend the bitch wants it. He drags me onto the futon. I'm kneeling with my chest on the back rail, Mauto's trading off finger fucking and cock fucking my ass. His friend is sitting next to me, cock out, watching Mauro use my ass. The futon gets pulled out flat. My head is jammed into the side armrest while Mauro's cock is pounding into me. He gets me on my back again and jackhammers my ass, raining sweat on me. I'm soaked. All I feel is his cock. Mauro says something in Spanish to his friend when he starts to cum. He slows and stops with his dick fully buried in me, dick throbbing in my hole. When he pulls out, I roll over, turn face-down on the futon. Mauro and his friend both get up and talk. I reach back and finger my very wet hole. Someone grabs my hand, working my fingers for me. He releases my hand then pulls my ass up, more fingers, very rough fingers twisting in my hole, working my soggy cum ass. The friend pulls me up to my knees, head down on the pad. He hands me the pipe and says to take another hit. I can barely see it. Mauro holds and lights it again for me. The friend says take another deep hit, show him a fucking cloud. Do another....... On my 2nd draw, he shoves his dick into my ass. Mauro's to my right. The friend is slamming into me hard, his fucking dick is damn thicker than Mauro. He puts his hands on my back and holds me down. He fucks very hard. Talks with Mauro. Street Spanish, I catch nothing except "fucking bitch" He cums, groans loud, still holding me down, slamming my ass. Pulls out, pushes me away, I drop. I know they left. No idea what time. No idea what anyone said. Very very badly trashed in the morning. Exhausted. Feeling damn good but not right. Moving very slowly. Called in dead. Could not focus, could barely walk or think straight. Mouth had terrible taste. Ass was gummy from all the cum. Ass was damn sore, somehow thinking he got his fist into me. Later found out from Mauro, the friend worked most of my hand in, then worked his own hand in to the wrist. I was tuned out. Very debilitating high. Remember what happened but do not remember what happened. Mauro texted me later, to let him know if I want a ball. Filled in missing details.

Part 2... I rose early, before my boy got up, and packed a small bag with our bathing suits, our toothbrushes, and not much else, and stuffed it into my briefcase, hoping to make a discreet exit mid-day. I got to work and made sure all of the loose ends were tied up so we could leave when Jack was ready, and head home to pick up my boy. To my surprise, just before noon, my boy walked through my door. He was wearing short tight jeans and a net t-shirt, completely out of place in a buttoned-up business office. “Jack picked me up on his way into the office this morning. I've been, erm, entertaining the stud in the mailroom for a while. Hope we weren't too noisy...” He reached his hand into the cuff of his shorts, and I knew he was fingering his hole, no doubt wet with yet another man's cum. “Ready to go?” So much for a discreet exit... I picked up my briefcase and followed my cumslut boy out of the office. All of the prudish secretaries looked at us both. I was embarrassed but turned on knowing they all knew my dirty little secret now... Jack was waiting by his fancy SUV, still in suit and tie. “Mind if your boy rides in front?” “Front or back, I'm sure he'll be happy to ride anywhere.” I threw my briefcase in the back as my boy climbed in the front. I sat in the back, watching as my boss rested his man-paw in my boy's crotch as he started the care and drove us on our way. I dozed on and off as we made our way out of the city. I awoke an hour later, not surprised to see my boy leaning across the truck and gulping down my boss's cock. I'll never know how Jack managed to keep us on the road. Jack's breathing became more and more shallow and I knew he was close. My boy's head kept bouncing up and down, faster and faster until Jack's hand forced it all the way down onto his cock, grunting and filling my boy's mouth with his seed. “We're off to a good start,” he chuckled as my boy sat back up, licking the slime off his face. A short while later, we arrived at Jack's sprawling oceanfront house. Chet and Sam must have already arrived as there were two tiny sports cars in the driveway. We parked the truck as Jack's buddies both came outside to meet us, both wearing slim tight square-cut bathing suits that left little to the imagination. Chet and Sam were both Jack's age, late 40s or early 50s, and both in peak condition. Chet was shorter that Sam, and in great shape. He looked slightly asian, tan with dark hair and brown eyes. Sam was taller and beefier with a wide brown mustache. He could have been the Marlboro man. I couldn't help but notice that both had red plus signs tattooed beneath their navels. I sprung wood realizing that they both must be POZ. “Nice tatts,” I remarked. My boy was so high on lust that he couldn't even speak. “So what have you brought us this time,” Chet asked as he drunk my boy's body in with his eyes. Sam liked what he saw, licked his lips, and started pulling my boy's t-shirt over his head. Jack smiled, and introduced us to each other and led us inside. As soon as the door was closed, the guys were all over my boy, and I sprung a hard-on simply watching. It was almost as if I was invisible. Chet and Jack pulled my boys shorts down. There in the foyer, Chet swallowed my boy's cock as Sam started tonguing and fingering his hole. “Are you still neg?” Sam asked as he stood up and aimed his cock at my boy's quivering pucker. “Not if you can help it.” Chet led my boy over to the wall and helped his buddy line up his cock, ready to fuck my boy. Jack put his paws on my shoulders and slid up behind me. “You okay with this, man?” At that point, what could I say? I knew what we were getting ourselves into before getting in the car. I nodded. I could feel my mouth going dry as I watch Sam spit on his cock and slide it forcefully into my boy's bare hole. I shared my boy's hole with friends before, some bare, and I'm sure some of them were POZ. I thought that the blond hunk in the truck last night was POZ from the way he described his HOT load, but didn't know if my boy knew that when he was breeding him. Until now, I'd never witnessed him knowingly taking POZ cock. And he was loving it, bucking around. I saw Jack pull off his shirt and saw for the first time that he had a tattoo too. His was a red minus. He saw me looking. “We all had these done in college together. Chet and Sam have had theirs... altered, shall we say, since then...” He grabbed my hand and led it tracing down his pecs and abs and over below his navel, circling it around his tattoo and then down to his cock. I jerked him a bit before lowering myself to my knees and swallowing his manhood, a cock that had seeded my boy's hole the night before. I've always been proud of my oral abilities and swallowed Jack down without a gag. “Ummm. Nice. You're almost as talented as your boy here. Sure am glad you're here.” Jack ran his fingers through my hair before lifting me up. “That's nice, but you're missing the show. You gotta watch this.” He turned me around to see Sam hammering his cock away at my boy's bare hole. He pulled away and Chet took his place, slamming in deeply and driving away. Chet fucked my boy as Sam and Jack jerked each other. Chet was leaning forward, kissing my boy's ear and neck as my boy did all he could to keep upright against the wall. “Deeper. I need it deeper. I need your POZ cock DEEPER!” Chet pulled out and took my boy's hand, leading him into the living room. Chet waved his hand over the sofa. It was nice white leather, conveniently already covered with a beach towel. “We're prepared. Wouldn't want to stain the upholstery. Sit down guys. We're going to play PASS THE CUMSLUT.” The sofa easily fit Chet, Sam, Jack, and me, our thighs pressing against each other. My boy climbed onto Chet's lap and sat right down on his cock. He bounced up and down a few times before pulling off and sitting on Sam's dick. My boy's cock was boucing all over, drooling clear sap. Jack leaned over and took his cock in his mouth, sucking all of his sweet juices into his mouth and then spitting it onto his fingers and then working them up his own ass. My boy pulled up off of Sam and sat right down on Jack's cock. Jack had his hands all over my boy's tight body and then his bouncing cock. As my boy fucked up and down, his dick was fucking Jack's hand, bringing him close to orgasm. “Fuck yeah, boy, give me that load!” My boy came in spurts all over his chest and Jack's hand. My boy pulled off and Jack spun him around and licked up what might be one of my boy's last NEG loads. Jack fingering my boy's load into his own hole as he watched the sex happening around him. My boy moved down the line, and finally showed me some attention. Facing me, he rode my cock for a minute or so, before whispering in my ear. “Sorry, but I need their loads. They've got something you can't give me... yet...” My boy kissed me hard as he pulled up and went back to the front of the line, sitting on Chet's lap again. Jack continued to jerk off, working his ass with his cummy fingers. Chet was close, and it was only a few thrusts before he was shooting his toxic load into my boy's ass. Dutifully, my boy pulled off and cleaned off Chet's dick, licking and slobbering all over his crotch, tracing the red plus sign with one hand as he fingered his puffy used hole with the other. He then moved onto Sam, facing him as he mounted his monster cock. Sam lasted longer than Chet had before adding his own dirty load to my boy's hole. Like Chet, my boy cleaned and worshipped his POZ cock, paying special attention to his tattoo before climbing onto Jack's dick. “Help a boy out,” Jack grunted at me. I stood up not knowing how to help. “He's already too loose for me. Fuck him with me!” I squatted between Jack's thighs and aimed my drooling dick at my boy's hole. I clumsily worked my dick inside next to Jack's. I could feel the guy's POZ cumloads dripping down my cock and onto my balls. The thought of my boy willingly taking all of that toxic cum sent shockwaves through my body, and I came alongside Jack's cock. The added lube sent Jack over the edge as well and he sent a bucketload of spooge deep inside my boy's hole. Four loads in my boy, half of them POZ, and it wasn't even dinner time. We cleaned up, saw the rest of the house, and headed upstairs for a brief nap. When I woke up, the clock read 6:00. The mattress beside me was cold and my boy was gone. I stumbled downstairs and out onto the deck, appreciating the ocean view before hearing grunting and splashing. I found everyone in the hot tub, my boy's ass full of Chet's POZ cock and his mouth full of Sam's. I knew it was going to be a long night. To be continued...

Hey everyone heres another short story based on a fantasy of mine. Sorry for any grammar issues as it's not my strong suit lol. Hopefully you like it! CRUISING SPOT MISTAKE So me and the hubby were looking to experiment with some kinks, and have some public play ideally with a small crowd. So we decided we would look up some popular cruise spots on sniffies. We figured I would go get in position and send him a text letting him know im ready. Then id announce on sniffies that im there looking for a top. Well some weeks later were both feeling very horny as sexually frustrated so we figure today's the day. It was later in the afternoon and the sun was starting to go down. So I headed to the busiest cruising spot around. A park bathroom in a bad part of town. When I got there I could tell just how popular it really was even if it did look very sketchy. Once you walked in you were hit with a mix of smells. Cum, sex, and piss filled the air. Not my ideal scene but it fit the fantasy perfectly. You can see a few used condoms scattered around so I was sure it was active enough to get at least one spectator. So I went to the furthest stall which was a very spacious handicap stall. When I walked in I saw thats where all the main action happened. There were used condoms everywhere, even a pile next to the toilet. I thought, Damn this place is sketchy. All the better for the fantasy it was really putting me in the mood. I went ahead and put the bottle of lube next to the toilet, and started to strip down until I was in nothing but my jock and tank top. I put the rest of my clothes in my back pack and grabbed out a bandana for a blindfold and cuffs for some extra fun. I love the feeling of not having control haha. It was time for the hubby to get off work so I sent him the address. I went on sniffies and announced that I was there, even wrote a quick message saying I was in the furthest stall waiting for a top. Then I tied my blind fold, grabbed my cuffs and threw the keys next to the lube, and tucked my phone away. Then I cuffed my hands around the toilets so I was stuck in a position where my ass was exposed and waited. I felt a little silly thinking I probably should of waited for him to say hes on his way so I wasn't stuck in the position for so long, I couldn't undo the cuffs by myself, I needed the keys. It felt like forever had passed Then I heard the door, followed by footsteps, my heart was racing were really doing this! The stall door opened and I arched my back giving perfect view of my hole. Then I felt a finger rub my hole, followed by some spit that hit it's mark square on. "Oh hes really getting into this, thats new for him." I thought. Then I heard him reach over for the lube (or so I thought). Then I felt the cold feeling of lube running over my hole. I let out a soft fuck and a moan. Then I felt a massive finger pushing the lube in. "You like that slut?" My heart sank, I didn't recognize this voice at all. Did someone beat my hubby here!? "Wait who are you? I was actually waiting for someone. Sorry man." "Shhhh I'll keep you company until he gets here, besides Im just getting you nice a lubed up, nothing like some special lube to get the mood going" Special lube? I only brought a basic bottle. I had no idea that he was fingering in cum from the used condoms sitting around. Then I felt more "lube" being poured on my hole, followed by his finger again. "Fuck this hole is nice man idk if I'll be able to wait, and it doesn'ta⁹ look like your in any position to go anywhere" "Hey I appreciate you lubing me up but im actually waiting for my husband, we have this kink of being watched by other guys ya know" I was trying my hardest to fight back my moans. I thought my pleading worked because I heard him step away but he came right back over then I felt something under my nose "Sniff boy" Idk why maybe it was the tone and authority in his voice but I did what he said and inhaled. It was poppers and my head was started to race and feel fuzzy "Again" He repeated this a good 5 -10 times i was so out of it. Then I felt more lube being poured on my hole, followed by that massive finger again, except this time it didn't feel so rough and felt alot warmer and was as thick as a soda can. He was stretching me out. "Fuck your fingers are huge man. I think we're good to wait now." He didnt say a word just put the bottle under my nose again, j kew the drill so I inhaled deep and as I did he shoved himself in balls deep hard, I felt his balls slap mine and his pubes pressed firmly against me "Who said anything about fingers?" I screamed out, asking him to take it out even with the poppers it was alot to take, but it just turned him on more. And he really started to rape my hole hard! "Im gonna open this hole up nice and good for him, make him take my sloppy seconds, this ass is just too good boy" He was raping my ass hard I couldn't even manage a clear sentence, I was just crying and screaming out. I thought it worked for a second because he pulled out, but my hopes were quickly dashed. "Tell you what boy, tell me that you want that hole slutted out. I love a good slut hole so if you do that I finish up quick and I can go." My head was flying from the poppers and the pain that I didnt even hear the beep from his camera. I really didnt want to do this with a stranger especially one that I wasn't sure was even wearing a condom. So I thought about it some and gave in. But I had to make sure he at least used protection I didnt want to take any anon loads. (I had no idea he already put several in me already) "Please sir slut out my hole, but please use condoms sir. I always play safe" "Of course boy. I've already gone thru a few" Thank God I thought, he was using protection. I had no idea he meant he was using the cum from the discarded condoms. Then I felt him tie some kind of cloth around my moth as a gag, and a second tied over my nose doused in poppers so I was forced to constantly inhale them. Next I felt more lube being added and I heard the snap of a condom. Id find out later that he poured the cum on my hole again which was now slightly gaping so majority just fell straight into me. He also broke the condom rolled it the base and used it as a cock ring. He plowed right back into me hard slamming as deep as he could, it was getting alot easier to take him. I was fighting back moans. "Fuck yeah baby, im gonna really charge up this hole good, fucking slut" His speed was increasing and his thrusts deeper. "Fuck yeah baby here it comes, gonna make you mine" He slammed deep and I could feel his cock pulse shooting wave after wave of cum into my hole. I thought he filled the condom but in reality he breed me deep. He slowly pulled out and I could feel what I thought was lube running down my balls and down my legs. "Damn that hole was amazing, your not tight anymore boy." I was still trying to recover and didnt hear the shutter noises from him taking pictures. At the same time I heard the bathroom door open again. Did the hubby finally make it? "Damn his hole is wrecked, he still taking dick?" It wasn't him, it was another stranger wanting to fuck me. What's going on here. "Yeah told me he wanted to get his hole slutted out, but he wants condoms so here" He handed the second guy a used rubber and gave a wink. "OH hes a slut!" I heard the sound of the condom being rolled over followed by a snap. He put the used condom on and snapped the tip, rolled it down his base like the guy before. Lubing his dick with anon cum and diving straight into my hole. "Fuckkkk hes so lose, and slick this feels amazing! Your doing so good baby " He was slamming into me so fast and hard it didnt take him long before he came. "Take this nutt baby . . . Fuckkkk" He gave a few more thrusts and pulled out once again giving me a feeling of lube running down my leg. "That ass is nice, you ever come here again you let me know" He pulled up his pants thru the tattered condom on my back and left. "Well I can't keep you company either but I love the gag and poppers for you as a gift" He took the pooper rag he had on my face and refreshed it. I was once again soaring. I heard him rummaging by the door, I had no idea he was setting up his go pro. "You did such a good job taking him, you made me horny again, figure I'll give you one more fuck before I head out. Gives me time to get this post going for you." With that he shoved in balls deep again, I already forgot how thick he was and let out a yelp. But it was surprisingly alot easier to take him this time, it felt like he was gliding in and out of my hole. I was moaning before I even realized. "Fuckkkk here you go baby! Im gonna Nutt!" I felt him pulsing again I felt so full I couldn't explain it. "Fuck boy your nice and lubed now haha. Ill see you around. Don't worry I'll made a post for you so you can still get that ass slutted. Ill see you around." I heard him grab the keys from by the lube. "You wont be needing these for some time" He took the keys leaving me bound there. I started to fight the restraints some, what does he mean he made a post, where's my husband I need to get out of here. But won't have time to think about any of that. I heard the door open again and talking, guys talking with each other about how much of a slut I am. How they bet im just a stupid cumslut faggot and continued taking turns raping my hole leaving a tattered condom on my back each time as a signal to the next. I lost track of how many times I got fucked some of them went more than once. I heard some of them talking about how im gonna be pregnant by the time I leave which confused me since they were using condoms. Eventually I heard a guy asking if there's still any condoms, and another saying just a couple by the door to the bathroom. After those were spent and they couldn't find anymore they just started fucking me raw, cheering each other on to breed me. I couldn't believe this was happening, all I could do was moan, the poppers and lube they used just made it all feel too good. I couldn't even focus on their new chants of "pozz the faggot" "charge him up" "stupid pozzed up slut". It started to die down there were just a few guys left, "damn such a slut" "stupid cum slut" "breed that bitch". I was so tired by that point I just wanted to go home. Eventually one of the last guys entered me and maybe it was wishful thinking but it felt familiar even the grunts sounded familiar. I was hoping it was my husband that he was there, he always has a spare to the cuffs just in case. But eventually he came too and left me there alone. A few minutes later when the bathroom was cleared out I heard him walk in. He emidiatly sounded concerned asking if I was okay, apologizing that he got held up at work for a few hours. That hes so sorry it happened. He uncuffed me removed the blind fold, gag, and poppers rag. I was able to see again for the first time in hours. I could feel cum just pouring out of me. I looked down to see the lube untouched but I couldn't see any of the used condoms. I didnt have the energy to think about it either. I grabbed my things and got dressed, there was a instant wet spot of cum in my shorts. I was so embarrassed. I went to my car told the hubby I would meet him at home. When I opened my phone I could see sniffies was still open. On the cruising spot it looked like a new profile with 3 pictures of me tied to the toilet, 1st was of my hole gaping leaking cum, 2nd with a dick wearing a condom around the base, third was a used condom being poured in my hole. Saying "feeling slutty, cum breed my hole, all loads welcome, just help me with my kink and grab a used condom to use on me before breeding me. Im trying to get every load I can send a picture to me when the deed is done" I was in shock. I went home in disbelief, did this really happen to me? Then I got a message on sniffies from a anon profile. "Hey hope you had fun, here's something to remember the night with" followed by pictures of me being breed by all kinds of different men. Then came a link it took me to a video. It started with me asking the guy to slut out my hole and him agreeing then a angled view of me taking load after load you could see the cum pouring from me. What shocked me most was the third to last guy to breed me was my husband. He found me and you could see the shock on his face but then he breed me and waited watching the rest before acting surprised. I didnt know what to think . . . But at the same time im rock hard watching. The end? also first time trying to provide a visual aid, i know they dont 100% match the story but

There are a number of ways to initiate a first-class fuck with a tight-holed bottom, and patience is needed from the Top. 1. Work the hole with your fingers, mouth, graduated dildos, starting gently. 2. Keep in constant contact (verbally) with the bottom, regarding what he's feeling, and gauge your efforts accordingly. 3. Include pleasurable acts in the "opening" process, first and foremost with your mouth and tongue. 4. Verbal praise can work wonders on the prospective bottom's mind, and thus his breedhole. Always keep the positive commentary flowing, unless or until you realize the jig is up, and you won't/don't want to spend more time on it/whatever reason. In any case, be kind. 5. Keep working the hole unless it becomes clear that little progress is being made. Be sure to compliment the bottom, encourage him, and if he apologizes, refuse to accept that apology. Rather, praise him, encourage him, reinforce his lusts. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is an experienced cumdump. Know that if you can reach his mind, your cock will usually reach his fuckbutton too. Never criticize the bottom's intent: reinforcement of his cravings is crucial, even if it's not going to be your cock that breeds him.

Doesn't happen a lot, I suck more cock than I get fucked. I usually hear "you were made to suck cock" or something like that. I tell guys I love a verbal top but it's rare to find a guy who calls me a faggot. I'd love to have a top fucking me and calling me a good faggot, just hasn't happened yet.

10 or 11y.o. Got fucked by a neighbor. Couldn't ejaculate yet but came nonetheless. That's when I realized what my boypussy was made for...

The conversion race is on! I want to thank @LeatherGayBB for incorporating my suggestion of a competition between Thomas and his younger brother, Luke, to see who gets pozzed first. I am humbled by this. I suspect that Luke will take this race a little more seriously than Thomas. With the discovery of Chad on an app for confirmed toxic, poz men, Luke has two sources of poz cum, and probably more through friends of both, Chad. and now Luke's new sex partner (possibly his new bf), Tony. We know that Thomas has an almost unlimited number of toxic guys to fuck him. So, the stage is set--Older bro vs. younger bro. The next chapter(s) undoubtedly will be just as sexually arousing as previous ones as @LeatherGayBBgives us readers the details on how each of the brothers is perusing his poz chase. These details will be tantalizing and will keep our attention. Can't wait to know who experiences the fuck flu first (or at the same time).

I had one fuck buddy who needed it rough and I mean he needed to suffer pain to make him cum. He liked me to warm his arse up first with my heavy leather belt. Once his arse was real red I only put a spot of lube on my helmet and kept my shaft dry. He enjoyed feeling my dry shaft tear his hole wide open. I’d fuck him face down on the bed and bite down hard on his neck and shoulder leaving bruised teeth marks all over his back. He shot his load every time I fucked him like that.

On the contrary; I don't just "jam it in". I have zero interest in causing harm or pain; I want the bottom to feel fantastic. I want to reinforce his dependency on taking loads off raw cock, and doing it to the best of his ability. That means I take the time to eat the hole (unless he hasn't prepped), make love to the hole orally, play with it, finger it, and when he's ready, give him what he needs. My goal is to give the bottom a fantastic fuck ... reinforce his lusts ... enhance his enduring hunger. I don't want to harm anyone; that's completely antithetical to what I believe in. The one exception to these first two paragraphs, is if I'm negotiating a B/d S/m or 'Leather" scene, which requires a formal "negotiation" between the two men prior (by at least a day or two) and in some non-sexual environment. Usually, I meet them and buy us lunch, and conduct the negotiation that way. I never just "jam it in", but I do fuck bottoms in the fuckjoints that have been taking loads for a while, and are already loose from taking previous loads. I have absolutely zero interest in harming a guy, as you suggest in the above quote. Your assumption is false.

Part 2: I couldn't get the memory of being fucked bareback in a public beat out of my head. Cheating on my boyfriend and taking a load was wrong and I felt guilty, but it also made me horny and I had wanked many times thinking about it. I'd also fantasized about it while riding my boyfriend's annoying latex-covered cock. He had a nice cock, about 7", but he ruined it by covering it up. Well, I promised myself that it was just a memory and something to help me jerk off. I wouldn't cheat again. Fast forward to a busy week at work, a bit of an argument with the BF leading to no sex for a few days, and I was horny. I hadn't even had time to jerk off. So, after the busy period at work died down, I found myself with nothing to do one afternoon in the office and I started to daydream. Thoughts of being bred came into my head and I was hard as a rock. I needed to visit the office toilets a few times to mop up the precum oozing out into my underwear. My boss told me that I could go home early, after all, I'd put in a fair bit of overtime lately. I was bored and horny, so I jumped at the chance, figuring I could get home before the bf and give myself an orgasm (or two?) without him knowing. Of course, I was horny and curiosity got the better of me. I decided that I'd visit one of the city beats just to see what was there, have a look at a cock or two, and then use that in my wank fantasy later. I went to a different one because I didn't want to run into the guy who fucked me last time because I didn't trust myself to say no to him if I saw him again. I chose a smaller public toilet block that I knew wouldn't be too busy, hopefully just busy enough. It was a seedy place, and not in a great state of repair. When I got there, I saw a cute redhead standing at the urinal, slowly wanking a thick cut cock. Excellent, I thought I'd be able to stand at the urinal next to him, look at his cock, maybe give it a feel and a bit of a wank, and then be on my way. It was too risky to do much more at the urinal anyway. I made eye contact and stood next to him at the urinal, got my cock out, which was already hard at this stage, and started to wank next to him. He took my other hand and moved it to his cock. Holding it was electric. It felt even thicker than it looked. His right hand was now free and he slowly moved it down my back and into my trousers, into my underwear, and started to rub my hole. This really turned me on, but I knew it was risky there - anyone could walk in and catch us. Something about the situation turned me on more than I thought and I was in danger of shooting my load. In retrospect, I should have done exactly that and then left. I'd still be mostly monogamous, really. The inevitable happened. A guy walked in. I let go of his magnificent dick and he whipped his hand out of my pants. Just in time for another guy to walk in, who thankfully went directly into one of the 2 cubicles. With the cubicle door closed, I thought I should leave but my new ginger friend had other ideas. He gently but firmly guided me into the other cubicle and closed the door behind us, locking us in. It was only then that I saw that there was a glory hole between the two cubicles. A large cock was already sticking through it, longer than ginger's but nowhere near as thick. Still a beauty in its own right. Ginger pushed my head down so that I was eye level with this new cock and I started sucking it. Ginger pushed until my lips were against the partition. I didn't feel like I had a choice at this stage, and I was probably horny enough that I wouldn't have been able to say no anyway. It's just a blow job anyway. While I was bent over sucking the stranger's cock, ginger once again worked his hand into my pants and continued to play with my ass. Somehow he loosened my belt and my trousers and underwear fell to my ankles. Ginger's cock was free too and I could see him slowly wanking it in my peripheral vision. I was enjoying the cock in my mouth but I really wanted to taste ginger's cock. I know I shouldn't, it'd be cheating, but it looked so good. And with my ass being fingered, I was seriously turned on. As if reading my mind, ginger pulled me off the stranger's dick and turned me towards him so that his thick tool ended up in my mouth. I was right, it was a very tasty cock. Ginger maneuvered me around, with me thinking that he just needed a more comfortable angle to feed me his meat. I had sort of forgotten about the stranger in the other cubicle so I was briefly surprised when I felt a cock pressing against my hole. Ginger had moved me around so that my ass was right at the glory hole. With his thick dick in my mouth, and the partition behind me, I was pinned in place. Ginger stretched my hole open and stranger's dick slid right in. I tried to say something. Cheating is one thing, but taking a complete stranger's bare cock is definitely wrong and I needed to stop this. With the stranger's cock now deep inside me, Ginger was able to hold me and my head in place so that I couldn't move and I had no choice but to accept the situation when the stranger began thrusting in and out. Stranger fucked for just a few minutes and then with one deep lunge, grunted and released his load deep inside me, pulled out, and left the toilet block. I never got a good look at him and I didn't know if I'd recognize him if I ever saw him again.

Fuck I would do anything for all that. Fucking even bigger. Would wear nothing but a diaper, or go naked. I don’t care what anyone thinks, want beyond wrecked.

5. Taken Home James woke up Thursday morning. He checked his mail, and he was surprised to see an e-mail from Mitchell. It was a link to a digital representation contract. "Think it over. I'll need a decision early next week." He had only a slight bit of guilt over the blowjob. Mitchell's cock had been amazing. His eyes were still sore, after two loads of cum in them. He had gotten some eye drops on the way back from Mitchell's, but they hadn't done much. He looked at them in the mirror; they were bloodshot from the foreign fluids. He put on some work-out clothes and went to a gym he had seen around the corner. He hadn't worked out in a week, and was just vain enough to worry about it. He was mindful of money; this week had been non-stop spending, and he hoped that Mitchell might be able to find at least a small job for him soon. But, a gym was necessary; he wasn't a model, but he wasn't bad looking. The gym was quiet on a Thursday morning, and the lone attendant was more than happy to sign him up for a month's trial membership. James tried not to stare; he was model-handsome, and perfectly worked out. He wondered if the trainer was gay, and wondered if he even had a chance with him. Unfortunately, the paperwork went by quickly, and James had to do the workout. It was a legs and glutes, and he pushed himself hard. He hadn't been fucked much before; Eric thought it was dirty. Guys online told him he had a great ass, and the few time he had done it, it had felt so good. By the time he finished his workout, the trainer was working with a woman. James went home, and spent some time working on his body and hair. He shaved off the stubble from the past few days, then trimmed his pubes and chest hair a bit. He was a hairy boy; the one time he had shaved it all off, he looked like he was only fourteen. Before long, it was evening. He had seen an ad for a club on the street earlier, it had a Thursday special: two for one drinks. He got prepared, and then it was just a short ride away. There was enough of a line to get his interest aroused, and as he walked down to the end, the guys he could see were all hot, from twink boys, all the way through muscle daddies. The line moved quickly, and soon he was inside. The club was dark and loud; the dance floor was packed. He got his drinks, downing one quickly for courage, and taking his time with the second. When he finished, he got on the dance floor. It felt great to lose himself in the music, and feel the men press their bodies against him. Then one of the men pressed himself much more insistently against James's body, and then grabbed his ass. "I've been wondering all day what this felt like," he said. The voice was familiar. James turned around, and it was the trainer from the gym. "I'm Tim," he said. "James." "I remember. And these do feel very good." "Thanks," James said. The two men smiled at each other. Tim was a bit taller than James, with dark brown hair, and several day's stubble on his face. He was in the last of his twenties, confident and sure of himself. He made the first move, leaning in and kissing James. The two men made out for a several seconds, before the music got each of them moving. They danced together for several more songs, getting sweaty in densely packed dance floor. Once more, Tim made the move. "I live around the corner. Wanna go back to my place?" "Sure," James said, giving Tim another kiss. "Great. Come." Tim grabbed James's hand, squeezing it, then threaded his way through the crowd to the exit. Once outside, the night was still warm. The two men walked the block to Tim's place, their sweat still dripping from their skin. Once inside, Tim guided James to the bathroom. "Let's take a shower. Get this sweat off us." He turned on the shower, and stripped down. James also took off his clothes. "Fuck," Tim said. "Sexy little otter." James blushed, he still felt a little self conscious about being naked, and his cock was getting rapidly hard. Tim watched, and laughed. "You're not a little otter at all." He grabbed James, and pulled him into the shower. His body was warm and hard against his. James realized they didn't have to be quiet. They didn't have to keep this a secret. It was very liberating, and he pushed his tongue into Tim's mouth. "Damn, you are hot," Tim said, between kisses. Between them, both men's cocks were lengthening and stiffening. "Thanks. You too." James reached down, and felt Tim's cock. It was already too big to wrap his hand around. "Fuck, that's big." "Don't worry." Tim said. "I'll take my time with you." Tim spun the boy around so that he faced the shower head. He knelt between his legs, and buried his face into James's ass. The boy yelped twice, once in surprise, then a much slower one, a yelp of pleasure. "OH FUUCK," James grunted. He had never felt a tongue on his ass hole before, and it felt amazing. Tim took his time, carefully stretching and relaxing the boy's hole, first with his tongue, followed by a finger and then two, before Tim paused. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. The two toweled off slowly, constantly getting interrupted by kissing each other. Finally, they made it to the bed, James on his back, legs spread, with Tim and his massive dick kneeling between them. Tim applied lube to James's hole and his cock. Just as he was lining up, James stopped him. "Do you have a condom?" he asked. Tim's expression changed suddenly. It was clear that the question annoyed him, and James regretted asking it. But at the same time, he knew he had to be safe. "No," Tim said. "I don't. I'm on prep, so it's not a big deal." "Prep? What?" Tim started to smile again. "It's safe. It prevents HIV. So I can't get infected. And I can't pass it on to you." James's cock was hard as a rock, and his ass was throbbing. He wanted to get fucked so badly. "You're sure it's safe?" "Absolutely," Tim said. "I take it every day. And I get tested every three months as well." "I guess it's ok," James said. "Just don't cum in me." "Of course," Tim said, planning nothing of the sort. He pushed his cockhead into James's hole. There was no rubber on his cock, and he could feel the warmth and wetness of James's ass. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," he moaned. "Oh damn! That feels amazing!" James grunted. He had never been fucked raw before, and he knew he would never fuck safe ever again. James could feel every ridge, every vein on Tim's cock. He had never felt this connected with his partner, and he wanted every fat inch of Tim's cock. "Fuck me," he grunted. "Of course," Tim said. He pushed the full length of his dick into James. The boy yelped for a second, but it was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure. "You feel so good," Tim said. "You too," James replied. The two men kissed deeply, as Tim continued to fuck James's hole. The younger man loved the feeling of the thick cock inside him. Although he was still afraid, it was hard to deny how good the raw cock felt inside him. "It feels so good raw." "Is this your first time barebacking?" "Yeah," James said. "I've not gotten fucked that much, actually." Tim's cock twitched. There was something hot about James's slutty innocence, and he wanted to be part of the effort to defile the boy. Any doubt in his mind about cumming in James's hole disappeared. He knew that it would be easy to get James to come around to his thinking as well. "You feel so good. It's hard not to drip pre-cum." "Yeah? You're dripping?" James was lost in the heat of passion and hadn't thought through the implications. Tim did nothing to help him. "Fuck yeah. Always do when I'm fucking a hot hole like yours." "The prep? It means you can't catch it?" "Right. And I was tested earlier this week." "Um, would you," James started. Tim didn't say anything. He knew what was going to come next, and what would cum after that. "Would you cum inside me?" Tim leaned in and kissed James. "When the time comes, yes. But I want to enjoy this first." The two kissed some more. Then talked more. Then kissed more. But throughout it, Tim's cock slowly fucked James's hole. They were edging closer and closer, until Tim couldn't hold back. "I'm going to cum," he said. "Please," James said. It had been over an hour of fucking, and James was feeling it. His ass was getting tender, but he wanted to feel Tim's load. "Fuck me. Cum in me." "Fuck yeah boy," Tim grunted, slamming his dick deep into James. He held it there, as his cock twitched and spasmed. "FUUCK YEAH," he grunted, as his cock unloaded into James's guts. Another spurt, another visceral grunt. "I'm CUMMING IN YOU," marked the third spurt. Tim was slamming his cock in and out, wiping down the full length of James's asshole with his seed. "Give it to me," James moaned, wrapping his legs around Tim's torso, holding Tim's spermy dick in his ass. "Fill me up." "FUCK YEAH," Tim grunted another time. And then another. Tim's dick slid in and out easily now; the entire chute lubricated with sperm. "Oh fuck, thank you," James said. "That was amazing."

3. Jerk-off. Jimmy's alarm went off at 8:45. It took him a few minutes to properly wake up. After he had sucked Josh off last night, Josh had ordered Jimmy an uber, and sent him home. He had just used him as a throat. It felt just like when he had sucked off the landlord. He hated the feeling, the feeling he was a naive teenager from Nebraska, powerless in this city. But he remembered what the man had said. He was now living in LA, not the small town in Nebraska. He was no longer the soccer-playing, faggot named Jimmy. He was a proud gay man named James. Everything was going to go well. Energized, and with a new sense of purpose, James decided to start calling agents again. He got out his list, and turned to the second page. He typed in the number and pressed "Call." It rang twice, and then the receptionist answered. "Who's this?" "Ji-" he started, and before the receptionist noticed, corrected himself. "James," he said. "James Flannery." She took his message. "I'll have him call you right back," she said. He had heard it before, but her tone was different. He almost believed her. But then, he called another agent, and the response was the same, an eagerness to help that he hadn't heard on Tuesday. He let himself believe that the new name had power. He made a third call. Same result. The realization made him feel a little better. The past two days had been hard: the petty humiliation of sucking off the landlord twice, and the promise of many more, followed by Eric using his throat, not even letting him jack off after. He had woken up feeling so powerless, and now there was a small promise of relief. He lay back on the bed, and allowed himself to relax. He hadn't jerked off last night, and his cock was throbbing. He pushed down his sweat pants, and let his cock spring free. His full 8" cock sprung free from his thick pubes. He had been hairy from the moment he had hit puberty, and just as horny. Normally, he would jerk off twice a day. But between family good byes in Nebraska, and the stress of LA, he hadn't cum in days. He stroked his dick thinking about being on his knees, in front of the landlord, in front of Josh. How he felt like cocksucker. But he loved the idea of a guy sucking him off. He imagined a soccer boy on his cock, then him bending over and taking his cock. And just as quickly, imagined it was another muscular man using his throat. As he was stroking his cock, his phone rang. He looked at it. It was an LA number. Then the caller ID appeared on screen. "Cottonmouth Talent," it read. It was one of the agents he had called earlier. He was getting his call returned. He answered the phone, hoping his arousal didn't show. "Hi, I'm Mitchell from Cottonmouth Talent," the man on the other side said. Mitchell had a deep voice and a southern accent. "I understand you're looking for representation." The rest of the conversation was almost textbook. By the end, James had an appointment for later that day. The minute Mitchell hung up, James started to jerk off again. He had gotten someone to return a call, and it just felt good. As he stroked his shaft, he thought back to Mitchell's call. The sound of Mitchell's voice entranced him; it was deep and dominating. But there was a soft at the core; strict, but caring. He wanted Mitchell to be masculine, a beard, hair on his chest, and a thick cock. James's dick was throbbing now, as his thoughts flashed between alternating images of Mitchell sucking him off and him on his knees, servicing his superintendent. They were messy and complex thoughts, but they were keeping him hard. He grabbed his phone, and took a few pictures of his erection. He'd get on Grindr later and see if could find someone to suck him off. He put his phone down and arched his back, knees bent, and his shoulders driving into the mattress. He had his eyes closed tightly, imagining Mitchell, the super, random guys he'd seen online. He was pushing himself to the edge, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He opened his eyes and focused on his cock. He saw it throb, then pulse as a long arc of white spooge shot out of it. He watched it come directly towards him. It landed directly in his right eye and it took a second before he felt the burn. The delay was long enough for the second spurt to nail his left eye. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, as his built-up load coated his face like icing. It felt so good, the release in his balls. He hadn't realized how much sexual tension he had built up, and he needed the release. He collapsed on the bed, exhausted, enjoying the intense afterglow of a badly needed orgasm.