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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"

What a conversion, and looking forward to the one that is set to come also…. I am sure nurse Keith will be most attentive to his needs and ongoing desires!

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.

Part 14 We were more than half way through the flight now and the attendants were selling drinks and snacks. I couldn't help noticing the dark haired attendant, especially as he was bending over to hand drinks to the people across the aisle and his arse was practically in my face. He had a really fit arse and really filled out his smart dark blue trousers and I could feel myself getting a bit of a semi. I ordered mysle a drink and a snack and he served me with a smile. Neil was still asleep and was now snoring gently as I sipped my drink. I thought again about what had taken place the night before. Neil had been getting steadily more adventurous - especially in letting me finger his arsehole, but I had never thought he would ever actually take cock up his arse. Now he had been fucked twice - once by a total stranger and once by me - even though he knew perfectly well that I was HIV positive and not on any meds. I knew that Neil was not the kind of person to go further than he meant to - even when he was drunk he was still very much in control of himself and I was fairly sure he had been fully aware of what he was doing the night before when he had led the black guy and then me fuck him and cum in his arse. I thought back to when I had first got to know Neil, and how shy he had been that first night in the office the first time he had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to let me suck his cock. I remembered how much persuading he had taken to let me see his arsehole and then to lick it. Now I had fucked him and had not used a condom. I thought back to my first meeting with Gerry again - and how he had told me he had acquired a strain of HIV that appeared to be resistent to meds - and how many times he had fucked me since then. I could never resist Gerry and pulled my pants down and let him fuck me whenever he wanted to. He fucked me at his place, my place, in bars and clubs and sometimes invited his friends to fuck me. When I next attended the sexual health clinic for a check up they asked me all the usual questions and tried once again to persuade me to go on meds. Then they ran a few tests and I could see they were puzzled by the results. They started asking me I had been abroad lately, and if I had visited any other continents. As the questions went on, I guessed that Gerry had passed his resistant strain to me. I liked Gerry a lot - and especially liked the fact that he didn't give a fuck - his attitude was that guys offered their arses of their own free will - he wasn't forcing them to do anything they didn't want to do - and if they asked him his status he would tell them, but if they chose not to ask any questions, that was their responsibility and not his. As I got to know Gerry better, I was becoming more confident and less concerned about my HIV. I still did not want to go on meds and somehow the knowledge that I had more than likely aquired a strain of HIV that could not be treated with meds seemed to make me even hornier and I took every opportunity I could to fuck and be fucled. I was no longer seeing the faces of guys I had fucked in my dreams, but around this time I started experiencing something else which at first felt very strange. The first time I noticed it happening, I was at the Vault one Friday evening after work. It can be a bit hit and miss around this time and it was fairly quiet at first. I noticed a guy checking in his bag and his jacket and, from the way the barman was pointing things out, I guessed it was the guy's first time at the Vault. When he had checked in and got his free drink, the barman showed him where the condoms and lube were and I noticed he took a couple of condoms and put him in his pocket. He was a good looking blond guy, a bit chubby and was dressed in suit trousers, smart shoes and a white shirt - all things I really go for. I could tell he was quite nervous and at first he hung around on the fringes of things, just watching the action. I saw him looking at me a few times and a little later I managed to cruise him and soon we were in a quiet corner in the room with the barrels. We kissed for a while and then we both got our cocks out and he went down and started to suck my cock. He sucked me really well and before long I was getting close. I pulled out his mouth and we changed places. I sucked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. He turned round and bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his arse. I licked him for a while and then I stood up. I was really horny now and I began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arsehole. He let me do it for a while, but when I began to push the head of my cock into his arse, he pulled back. He reached into his pocket and passed me a condom. I told him I didn't really like using condoms and he hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, pulling up his trousers and pants. I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get the chance to fuck him, but I always respect people's choices and I went and got myself another drink and then cruised around for a while. It was getting quieter now and a little later, the same guy cruised me again and soon we were back in the same spot in the room with the barrels. This time he went down on me almost immediately and then, after he had sucked me for a while, he stood up, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over, pushing his fit arse out towards me. "Are you sure?" I asked, and he nodded A few seconds later, I was pushing my bare cock up his tight arse. I waited a minute to let him get used to it and then I began to fuck him. He was a really good fuck - his arse felt really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I felt myself getting ready to cum. That's when it happened - as I began to shoot my cum into him I somehow knew that I was about to knock him up. I hadn't felt this before - but somehow I knew, with a rock solid conviction, that I was infecting him with HIV. It was too late to stop myself, even if I had wanted to and I squirted the rest of my cum up his arse and then pulled out. He mopped his brow with his shirt and a short time later we had a drink together at the bar. He told me his name and I asked him if he came to the Vault often and he shook his head. He told me that he was just down in London with his work and was travelling back to the north of England that evening. He was a really nice guy, but as we chatted, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just knocked him up. I guessed that he usually played safe and had come to the Vault with every intention of using condoms, but had given into the temptation to go bareback because he was horny and wanted to be fucked. It was a very strange feeling, but this was not the last time I was to experience it. It was around this time that Gerry told me about the Friday Night Shift. Gerry worked for a construction firm and, for the last 18 months he had been working on an upgrade of a stretch of motorway. He worked during the night as a shift manager and worked twelve hour shifts. The full time guys were only allowed to do four shifts a week, and two others shifts, including the Friday night shift, were covered with casual workers, who mostly also had day jobs and were working nights to make extra money. Around this time, a lot of Eastern European guys were working in the UK and quite a lot were employed as casual workers on the Friday night shift. Gerry's deputy on the Friday shift was Tom, who was married but also bisexual. It didn't take long for he and Gerry to get together on one of their breaks. They found a quiet spot below the motorway and Gerry fucked Tom up against the wall, shooting a nice big load up him. After that they began to fuck regularly and the third time they got together, they realised they were being watched. Two of the Polish guys on the shift were watching Gerry and Tom fuck and they were both wanking, their trousers and pants at their knees. Gerry kept fucking and, just as he began to squirt his dirty load up Tom, the two Polish guys shot their loads out in front of them. The next week the two guys appeared again and this time they joined in the fucking, both shooting a load up Tom's arse. Gerry told me the two guys were cousins, both working in the UK to make some money to send home. One of them, Pavel, was engaged to his girlfriend and was saving money for his wedding, the other Karel, had fathered a child with his ex partner and was sending his money to her. Both guys seemed to enjoy the fuck and a couple of weeks later, word seemed to have got around and more guys started showing up at the break, using Tom's mouth and arse to get off. It was at this point that Gerry said if they wanted to continue having fun there would have to be some reciprocation as they couldn't all keep using Tom. He was a little bit surprised when most of the guys seemed to accept the suggestion. It was one of the Romanian guys who offered to bend over first, and soon he was being fucked by one of the other workers, an English builder working nights to make extra money to pay for his daughter's forthcoming wedding. One of the Polish guys, Pavel, was the next to offer up his arse, and he too was fucked several times., including by his cousin. Gerry told me it had all developed from there and his Friday Night Shift had now become one of the most popular and he had no issue finding guys to work it. The breaks on a Friday had become a total fuck fest, with cocks being pushed into mouths and slipped up hairy arses all over the area below the motorway. Nobody was using condoms and, though a few guys asked about them, they seemed quite happy to go without protection. When Gerry told me all this, he said I could join them on a Friday if I wanted to have some fun. He said to come and meet him before break time and added, if I walked around with a clipoard and looked as if I was there with a purpose, no one would question me. Gerry got me a hard hat, a high-viz jacket and a pair of steel toed safety boots and we arranged I would drive up and join him the following Friday night. I was a bit nervous putting on the gear, in case I looked like one of the Village People, but I actually thought I looked quite good and before long, I could feel the familar sensation of my cock pushing against the front of my trousers. When I got there, Gerry showed me around the site and, as I watched the guys working, I found it hard to believe that a short time later most of them would be sucking cock and taking it up the arse! I enjoyed every minute of the breaks - Gerry had not been exaggerating when he told me it would be fuck fest - and soon I was bent over taking cock after cock in my mouth and up my arse. Quite a few of the guys bred me and soon I could feel the cum sliding out my arse and down the back of my balls. I got to fuck a few of the guys too and in the end I shot my load up a bearded Romanian guy who told me later he had five children! I joined Gerry most Friday nights and had a great time, taking it and giving it - always bareback, with no questions asked. I enjoyed the whole experience very much - they were a good bunch of guys and worked really hard for most of the night. As I am quite into piss, I also enjoyed the fact that a lot of the guys used to just get their cocks out and piss where they were working instead of making their way to one of the few portable toilets which were provided. There was a back wall just out of sight of the traffic and most of the guys used to piss there, using the toilets only when they needed to take a dump. It was all very horny! Every now and then I would experience the same feeling I had experienced at the Vault - just as I began to shoot my load up some guy's arse, I would somehow be certain I was about to knock them up. It happened a few times on the Friday Night Shift - one time when I came up the arse of a young married Polish guy and once when I fucked one of his best friends. One night I took the virginity of a young student who was working a couple of shifts a week to finance his university course and left a little gift up his arse. He was a good looking young guy, quite muscly, with his hair tied back in a pony tail, and a very fit arse. He told me he had been wanting to join in the fun for a few weeks - as he was pretty sure his girlfriend would never find out - and had really enjoyed taking it up the arse. I guess no one will ever know how many guys got pozzed up during the construction of that stretch of motorway - but I'm failry sure it would be quite a few! Both Gerry and I fucked most of the guys at least once as did Tom, who was also positive and not on meds. Although he was a very active bottom, he usually shot at least one load up a fit arse during the course of the shift. Thinking of all this had made me really horny and just then I noticed that Callum, who was sleeping in the seat next to mine, must have been dreaming about something nice, because he had a massive hard-on sticking up in his trousers. The crew were preparing for landing now and the dark haired flight attendant came to check we all had our seat belts fastened and our trays up. He looked at Callum and grinned at me. I pulled my sweatshirt back which had been on my lap and showed him my own hard on. He grinned at me and discreetly slipped something into the pocket of my polo shirt. It turned out to be his number. We landed shortly afterwards and made our way wearily to the baggage reclaim. A little later we came through into the airport and soon most of the guys were greeting their girlfriends and children. Neil's wife couldn't pick him up so the two of us and Jamal made our way to the underground. The following day, I met up with the flight attendant in his hotel room. He had invited the other attendant from our flight too - a fit German lad with blond hair and soon we were all naked and cocks were being sucked and arses licked. They both fucked me, one after the other and then, when they had both bred me, they knelt up on the bed side by side. I went up the dark haired guy first , fucked him for a while and then pushed up the blond lad. I swapped between them for a while and then I was ready to cum. I was up the blond guy as I began to squirt my load and, once again, I knew exactly what I was about to do to him. I squirted a few shots of cum up him and then pulled out and went up the dark haired guy, shooting the rest of my load up him, knowing that I had just knocked them both up. A horny end to a great holiday!

Sorry I messed up pasting chapter 5;in the previous post.m FULL CHAPTER 5 The walk back to the truck was a blur of buzzing adrenaline and sticky, cooling skin. The humid evening air did little to cut through the heat radiating off their bodies. They didn’t speak until the cab doors were closed, sealing them in a silent, private world. “Holy fucking shit,” Jared finally breathed, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. He turned to Jordan, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “Did that just happen?” Jordan could only nod, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his face. His heart was still thumping a wild, erratic rhythm against his ribs. “It happened.” The words felt inadequate. What they’d done, what they’d been a part of, was more than an event; it was a seismic shift. A door had been blown off its hinges, and a whole new world of hungry, deviant possibility sprawled out before them. The confusion was gone, replaced by a crystal-clear, thrilling hunger. Jared started the engine, but didn’t put the truck in gear. He just looked at Jordan, the yellow light from the dashboard softening the sharp lines of his face. “That… turned me on. More than anything ever has.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Watching that guy use his Twink… fuck. And the way he looked at us. He wanted us to watch. He wanted us to join.” “Me too,” Jordan admitted, the confession feeling like a weight lifting off his chest. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He paused, the memory of the woods mingling with an older, more private fantasy. “But you know what really gets me? Those videos. The ‘straight guys go gay for pay’ ones.” Jared raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on his lips. “Yeah? Which part? The guy getting paid?” Jordan shook his head, his pulse kicking up a notch. This was a deeper truth, one he’d never voiced. “No. I used to think that. But now… I think I want to be the one on my knees. The one making the straight guy feel so good he forgets about the money. Forgets he’s even with a guy.” The silence in the cab was electric. Jared’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to Jordan’s mouth for a tantalizing second. “Fuck, Jordan. That’s… let’s do it.” The plan formed with a frantic, giddy energy once they got back to Jordan’s house, his parents safely out of town for the weekend. They downloaded three different hookup apps, their shoulders pressed together as they hunched over Jordan’s phone. They crafted an ad together, Jared’s fingers flying over the screen: “Generous couple looking for curious straight guys. Discretion assured. $200 for your time.” The responses were immediate. A barrage of dick pics from guys named ‘Daddy’ and ‘HungTop,’ their profiles filled with gym selfies and lewd propositions. Jordan swiped left on all of them, a knot of disappointment forming in his stomach. This felt seedy, not thrilling. Then, a new notification popped up. The username was just ‘B_Blake22’. The profile picture was a cleverly angled shot of a torso, from the chin down to the hips, obscuring the face but showcasing a lean, toned stomach and a prominent bulge in grey sweatpants. But it was the series of small, intricate floral tattoos curling around the hip bone and trailing down the thigh that made Jordan freeze. “No way,” Jared whispered, snatching the phone. He zoomed in on the tattoos. “Is that…?” “Blake Miller,” Jordan finished, his mouth going dry. “It’s him. He’s the only guy in our class with ink like that.” A shocked, giddy excitement replaced the disappointment. They messaged back, their hearts in their throats. The conversation was stilted, transactional. Blake was direct. He needed money for car repairs. He’d never done anything with a guy. He wasn’t gay. Each denial sent a fresh, illicit thrill straight to Jordan’s groin. They arranged the meet. Jordan’s house. An hour. When the doorbell rang, the sound was like a gunshot in the quiet house. Jordan opened the door to find Blake standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, looking exactly as he had in the hallways of their high school—handsome, athletic, radiating a familiar, straight-boy confidence. His eyes darted past Jordan, and his jaw went slack when he saw Jared leaning against the living room archway. “Jared? Jordan?” Blake’s face cycled through confusion, shock, and a flicker of panic. “What the hell? I… I didn’t know… I mean, your ad…” “We know,” Jared said, his voice calm, a sly smile on his face. “Come in, man. It’s cool.” Blake stepped inside hesitantly, his eyes wide. “Look, I’m not gay,” he blurted out, as if saying it enough would make it true. “I just… the money. I’ve never even thought about…” “We get it,” Jordan said, his own voice surprisingly steady even as his cock began to thicken, pressing against his zipper. The denial was like gasoline on the fire of his arousal. “Beer?” They sat on the couch, the three of them, making awkward small talk for ten minutes, two beers doing little to cut the thick tension. Jared finally stood up and retrieved an envelope from the kitchen counter, placing it on the coffee table. The stack of cash was impossible to ignore. Blake stared at it, then drained his bottle. “Okay,” he said, his voice low. “Okay. What… what do you want me to do?” Jordan’s mouth was desert-dry. This was it. He looked at Jared, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod, then pulled out his phone, tapping the screen to start recording. The red light was a tiny, glowing eye of permission. Jordan slid off the couch onto his knees on the rug. The movement felt natural, powerful. He looked up at Blake, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and a dark, curious interest. Jordan reached out, his fingers trembling only slightly, and placed his palm on the outside of Blake’s jeans. He could feel the heat, the solid shape of him beneath the denim. He rubbed slowly, firmly, and felt the flesh beneath his hand begin to swell and harden. “Oh, fuck,” Blake muttered, his head falling back against the couch cushion, his eyes squeezing shut. Jordan worked the button of his jeans, then the zipper. The sound was obscenely loud. He pushed the rough fabric aside and reached into the opening of Blake’s boxers. His fingers brushed against coarse pubic hair, then found the hot, smooth skin of his cock. It was already half-hard, thickening rapidly under his touch. It was a nice cock, cut, with a slight, graceful upward curve. Perfect. “Stand up,” Jordan whispered. Blake complied, a marionette on a string of desire and cash. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one clumsy motion, his cock springing free. It was fully erect now, thick and veiny, the head flushed a deep, angry red. He sat back down, his legs spread, putting his masculinity on full, vulnerable display. Jared moved closer, phone held steady, the lens capturing every twitch, every flicker of expression. Jordan didn’t waste time. He leaned forward, his face inches from Blake’s groin. He could smell the clean, musky scent of him. He started by licking a slow, wet stripe from the base of his balls all the way up the underside of his shaft. Blake jolted, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Jordan did it again, and again, lapping at him like a decadent treat, coating his length in a glossy layer of saliva. He took one of Blake’s balls into his mouth, sucking gently, rolling it with his tongue. “Jesus…” Blake breathed, his hands gripping the couch cushions. Finally, Jordan guided the head of Blake’s cock to his lips. He paused, making eye contact with Jared over Blake’s thigh, seeing the raw hunger in his best friend’s eyes. Then he opened his mouth and took Blake in. The effect was instantaneous. Blake’s eyes rolled back into his head, a long, low moan tearing from his chest. His whole body trembled. The sheer, unadulterated look of pleasure on his face was a drug. It made Jordan feel powerful, wanted, needed. He dove deeper, taking more of him, relaxing his throat until his nose was buried in Blake’s pubes. He started to move, establishing a steady rhythm, his hand working the base as his mouth suctioned the length. And then Blake started talking, his voice a ragged, broken thing. “Yeah… fuck… swallow my cock.” His instructions were no longer for Jordan, but for Jared. “Look at him… look at him suck me. Such a good mouth. Slower… oh god, slower. Feels so good. Faster now. Deeper. Stroke me while you suck me. Just like that. Keep going. I’m getting so close.” Jordan felt the cock in his mouth pulse, the veins thickening. He could taste the first salty-sweet hint of precum. He pulled off, letting Blake’s wet, slick dick slap against his stomach. Blake whimpered at the loss. “No, don’t stop… please…” Jordan waited, letting the edge of orgasm recede. He wanted to own this moment, to control this straight boy’s pleasure completely. He took him back into his mouth, building him up again with deep, passionate sucks, his tongue swirling around the frenulum. He brought him right back to the brink, feeling Blake’s thighs tense, his abs clench. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” Blake begged, his voice cracking. Again, Jordan pulled off, a string of saliva and precum connecting his lips to the glistening purple head. He was playing him like an instrument, and he loved it. “Please,” Blake sobbed, his composure completely shattered. “Let me cum. Please, I need to cum.” Jordan looked at Jared, who was furiously stroking his own hard cock with his free hand, his breathing as ragged as Blake’s. Jordan gave a single, decisive nod. Now. He took Blake’s cock deep, deeper than before, burying it in his throat and holding it there. He looked up, meeting Blake’s desperate, pleading eyes. “I’m cumming!” Blake shouted, his body bowing off the couch. The first pulse was a violent, shocking burst of heat against the back of Jordan’s throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the action seemed to trigger a cataclysm within Blake. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot down his throat, each pulse accompanied by a guttural, almost pained moan from Blake. His body shook uncontrollably, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself completely. When the last shudder passed, Blake collapsed back against the couch, panting, his eyes glazed over. He looked down at Jordan, who was still kneeling between his legs, a trail of cum on his chin. A look of pure, unadulterated disbelief washed over his face. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything… so good in my life,” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Never… from anyone…”

Part Two: Urge to Damage Daniel couldn't shake the memory of Juan's thick cock filling him up, the way he took control, and the raw emotions that came with it. The entire week had been busy, but in the quiet moments, he found himself craving Juan's domice again.ade him feel safe and experience emotions he had forgotten were possible in parts of himself he thought he lost. He did have second thoughts as he texted Juan, and when he booked the motel for the two of them, and even on the drive there, but he ignored them. Paying attention to doubts would lead to an empty existence without Juan. Juan had been bursting with anticipation after receiving Daniel's text. It made him uncomfortable to feel that way again, that was a reason he had been difficult in the past. The emotions were too overwhelming for him to handle, at least what he believed he could at the time. But once they met up at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town and entered the dimly lit room, the turn of the lock shut everything else out. Juan had a bong and was packing the shards in the glass bowl. His shirt off and his pants unbuttoned, belt clanging as he sat down. Daniel stripped down to his brief underwear and just a t-shirt. Juan's eyes roamed over Daniel's body, taking in every inch of him, appreciating the way he'd filled out over the years. Daniel smiled and then turned away as he felt Juan's gaze, desiring him and wanting him. He loved that feeling. "You are so perfect," Juan said. He clicked the torch and started to melt the white shards of crystal. "I've missed you," Daniel said, his voice thin. They sat on the bed, their bodies intensely close as they took hits of the bong. Their shotguns turned into deep kisses, their tongues dancing over each other, tasting the sweet and bitter mix of their saliva and the meth. "I have needed you so bad," Daniel whispered, his voice heavy with desire. “Yeah? Gonna have to show me just how bad," Juan shot back, his eyes staying on the bowl he was warming up. “I will… because I’m not just frontin’... I am serious, Juan,” Daniel said with an edge as he gasped, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke into Juan’s mouth. Their tongues tapped each other before Daniel pulled away. “Didn’t you say you were a broken person cause of me” Juan said, attempting to keep things light failing. Daniel frowned, “Not my proudest moment.” slipped his jeans off and when he went to slip his high-tops off, he clocked Daniel’s eyes. He shook his head slightly. Juan kept them on. “Something made you say it.” Daniel ran his finger down Juan’s arm. “Yeah, you. But the you back then. This is now, and what I want now is you.” Daniel’s voice was firm and seductive. Juan’s cock got stiffer under his boxers. “You, now, are different, that’s for sure.” He slipped his hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He ran the precum up and down his shaft. Briefs off and hopping on the bed, Daniel had rolled onto his stomach, his ass perked up. On his elbows, he lit the torch for Juan to take a long, slow hit of the bong and looked up at him adoringly. Juan flashed a smile at Daniel and then said, smoking flowing out of his mouth, “This is pretty different, yeah?” He spread Daniel's cheeks and gently pushed his face against the tight hole. Smoke billowed out from his mouth as he started circling his tongue all over it. "You never ate me out before," Daniel said, startled. "Your tongue… oh fuck… damn…." he began moaning. Juan pulled his mouth away from the hole only to spit on it and push his face into it again. Juan tasted so good, he couldn’t control himself. His tongue circled the tight entrance, wetting it for access. "Are you mine?" Juan asked right before pushing his tongue further into Daniel's hole. "I'm yours," Daniel replied, his voice trembling with excitement. Juan was wildly pushing as much spit out of his mouth as he could. He roughly swiped his tongue over Daniel’s hole, over and over again. Juan lubed up his cock, his thick fingers sliding easily over his shaft. He positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's hole. "Push that hole open," he felt his cock slip in far enough so his hips moved slowly at first. "Open my hole up, baby…” Daniel begged, his voice strained with pleasure. Something about the way Daniel seemed to be demanding things bothered Juan. He became rougher, faster, and more aggressive. He grabbed Daniel's hips, pulling him back against him, slamming his cock deep inside. "Your hole is mine, you get that right?" Juan growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yes, yes, I do," Daniel moaned, his body arching with each thrust. Juan growled and spoke in a deep voice, "I need to make sure, because Daniel, I am not letting you go this time." His fingers dug into Daniel's hips, imprinting on his skin. Daniel could barely speak with the waves that radiated through his body. He was running on pure instinct, so he started to throw his hips back onto Jucock. I have to show him, Daniel thought hazily. When Juan realized that Daniel was throwing his hips back - something he had never done before - he felt his own waves run through his body. They triggered a power play between them, and Juan felt he couldn't move until Daniel decided he was done bouncing on his cock. He watched, amazed, as cream started to run down his shaft. "Show me... that's it, baby... show me... take all that cock... let me see you make that cock yours..." Daniel threw his head back and moaned; he was so spun, but when he heard the last thing Juan said, he had a jolt of clarity and an adrenaline rush that sobered him up just enough to do what Juan demanded. Daniel moved his hips, sliding into different motions, all while slamming the entire uncut cock into his creaming hole. Daniel looked over his shoulder at Juan, "Just let go," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Juan moaned; it was his turn not to be able to speak. Then he said, "My cock is yours... it belongs to you, Daniel.” He continued to moan wildly, “Bounce on that big cock. Go all the way down.” Slowly, he started to get irritated by how much this moment turned him on. I gotta restore order, he thought. So, he pushed Daniel's face into the mattress, forcing his ass up higher for deeper access. Daniel held his ass there for Juan to dig in deep, pounding strokes. Neither of them knew how long they'd been fucking; they were in a trance most of the time, swirling from the clouds of lust and desire. "I'm gonna cum in you, I'm gonna brand you as mine." Juan grunted, from his cock swelling larger inside Daniel. "Own me." Daniel begged, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan let out a deep yell, growling into Daniel's ear as he released his load inside him. Daniel felt a satisfaction that he had been waiting for; it was what he needed from Juan. It was what set off a release of the fear he had. "I love you," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you too," Juan replied, his voice softening. "I want whatever comes after tonight," Juan said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. "I do too," Daniel agreed, his eyes meeting Juan's. They were both a bit surprised to be saying everything they were saying. But this was different; they were different. Juan had submitted to Daniel, and Daniel had dominated Juan. The unfair dynamic, the fear, the trust that emerged in that instant wasn't something either of them could explain in the moment. After two hot rails each, Juan found it incredibly hot that his cock was still glistening with cum. "Show me how much you love me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Clean that cum off my dick with your mouth.” Daniel, his mind clouded, loved the taste of Juan's cum, loved the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's thick shaft, his tongue lapping at the cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hands tangling in Daniel's hair as he guided him up and down his cock. Daniel's mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, cleaning every last drop of cum. "You're such a good boy," Juan said, his voice filled with approval. "You love my cum, don't you?" He took his cock and traced it along Daniel’s lips Daniel nodded, his mouth still wrapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly and that made Juan melt. Juan pulled Daniel off his cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I want you to suck me off until I come again," he said, his voice filled with authority. Daniel nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Juan's cum again. He leaned forward, his lips wrapping around Juan's cock once more. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the head of Juan's cock, his hand stroking the base. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel's mouth. He loved the way Daniel's lips stretched around his cock, the way his tongue swirled around the head, the way his throat constricted as he took him deep. "You're such a good cocksucker," Juan growled, his voice filled with approval. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" Daniel nodded, mouth sapped around Juan's cock. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers down Juan's spine. Juan's thrusts became more erratic, his breath hitching as he neared his climax. He grabbed Daniel's hair, pulling him off his cock. “Open your fucking mouth for me," he said with force. Daniel nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on Juan's cock. He stroked it slowly, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that dripped from the tip. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he came, his cum splashing across Daniel's face and into his mouth. Daniel moaned softly, dazed and high. Juan collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daniel crawled up beside him, his face still covered in cum. With his finger, he pushed his come inside of Daniel’s mouth. Moaning, Daniel said, “it taste so good.” Juan smiled and roughly pulled Daniel in for a kiss. Juan groaned, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth, tasting his own cum on Daniel's lips. He loved the way Daniel tasted, loved the way he felt in his arms. They lay there for a while, their bodies stuck together with sweat. They may have even dozed off. "This is a thing now, isn’t it…?" Daniel whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Juan nodded, his eyes meeting Daniel's. "It is," his voice softened. Daniel began kissing Juan all over, worshiping him with his lips and tongue. Juan groaned, his body responding to the tender touch. He felt a deep connection to Daniel, a sense of longing that he couldn't ignore. "Daniel, I...I don't know what it is about you," Juan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "But I feel like I'm home when I'm with you. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be." Daniel looked up at Juan, his eyes shining with adoration. "I feel it too," he whispered back, his voice barely audible. As they spoke, their bodies began to respond, their desire for each other growing. Juan's cock stiffened, Daniel's eyes locked on it, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Juan groaned, his hips bucking as Daniel stroked him. "This is why I acted so messed up all the time. Like it hurts how much I want you, and when I thought about losing you," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You can’t lose me. Let me show you why." Daniel replied, his eyes shot a glance over to the nightstand. Juan knew what he meant. Juan reached for the meth, crushing it into a fine powder. He sprinkled it onto the tip of his cock, his eyes locked on Daniel's. "Get you so spun," Juan started to say, dark excitement in his tone, "That the only thing you can think about is me." Daniel nodded eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation. Juan positioned himself behind Daniel, his cock pressing against Daniel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, the meth on his cock burning as it entered Daniel's body. Daniel gasped, his body arching as he felt the flash of the burning sensation in his ass. "Oh God," he moaned, his hand instinctively shot back to hold off Juan from thrusting. Juan laughed deeply, “Nah, nah. This is what you wanted to happen. So it's gonna happen.” Daniel winced from the burning sensation the Tina gave him. He bit his lip and said, “Okay….yes….baby.” Juan spit on his dick and added more lube as he started to fuck him, his hips moving slowly at first, building up speed as Daniel's body adjusted to the sensation. “Fuck, Juan…” Daniel moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. Juan reached for more crushed Tina which he sprinkled in between a thrust. Daniel cried out from the burn, and that made Juan’s dick even harder. He spit on his dick and on Daniel’s hole. “You gettin’ spun for me?” Juan said, his voice light and wavy, “You get all cock-hungry and obsessed with me and only me, papa?” Daniel’s voice was barely above a whisper as he started to say, "Yes, Juan. I would do anything for you” Juan groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Daniel harder. "I love you so fucking much," he growled. [END of PART TWO]

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

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.

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?

mum died when I was quite young & my uncle trained me to satisfy his and dads needs and I always slept in dads bed. Even when dad would come home late and use me for his pleasure, I would often be woken by my my uncle or several guys taking turns on dads ass. As much as dad could fuck, he was a hungry bottom & I loved feasting on dads ass before and after fucking his wet sloppy hole. There's just something about fucking a guy after he's been freshly fucked and feeling another guys cum on your cock or having one guy pull out of your ass and having another guy just shoving his cock in.

At the adult theater waited hooded & ass up. Got 5 loads from as many guys, all of whom were super quick pump & dumps this time, which turns me on so much. Most of the guys nutted in my front hole except for one. Go figure, I guess it’s a novelty. When I got up I saw a puddle of cum on the floor so I scooped it up with my fingers & pushed as much of it in my ass as I could, then licked my fingers clean. I ran out of prep a couple days ago so this is a bit risky territory, unsure where I’ll go from here…

And it didn't stop. Friday I went to the bathhouse dressed like a dumb slut . I went at 11 and extended my stay an extra eight hours. i sucked so many dicks in the sauna. and then drove to the bookstore and sucked more cocks and then went back to the sauna. On Saturday I went to the bookstore again and sucked like three cocks. Then later that night I went to the other bathhouse again at night but it was kind of dead, and i was just too worn out to really do anything. a few guys just came into my room and fucked my mouth. i was not in good cocksucker mode but just really passive I estimate I sucked about 40+ cocks this week.

Chapter 4 The sight of the kneeling man, the sounds of his eager mouth, the raw display of pleasure—it all sent a current of pure, unadulterated electricity straight to Jordan’s core. He was achingly hard, his own cock throbbing in time with Jared’s pulse against his tongue. But a new, daring thought bloomed in his mind, fed by Jared’s earlier confession about showing off. I want them to see me. I want them to see us. He pulled off Jared’s wet cock with a soft, wet pop, looking up at him. Jared’s eyes were glazed with lust, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. “Let’s get closer,” Jordan whispered, his voice husky with desire. Jared just nodded, a sharp, eager dip of his chin. They stood together, their hard cocks bouncing as they moved slowly, deliberately, through the undergrowth. The crunch of leaves beneath their bare feet seemed impossibly loud. The two men didn’t startle. The older one, his hand still fisted in the younger man’s hair, simply opened his eyes and watched them approach, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of welcome. The younger man pulled off the thick, veiny cock with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. He turned to look, his eyes wide but not with fear—with excitement. “Well, hello there,” the older man said, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. His gaze raked over Jordan and Jared’s naked, straining bodies. “You boys want to watch me fuck my Twink?” They both nodded, their throats too tight with anticipation to form words. They stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from the other men, to smell the musky scent of sex and sweat mingling with the earthy aroma of the woods. The older man didn’t wait for another answer. He spun the younger man around with a practiced ease, bending him over the moss-covered trunk of a fallen tree. The younger man—the boy—went willingly, spreading his legs and arching his back, presenting himself. The older man spat into his hand, slicked his own substantial length, and positioned himself. With one powerful, fluid thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. The boy cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that was pure pleasure. “Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!” The older man began to move, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that rocked the younger man’s entire body. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt, a slap of skin on skin. “You like this fat dick, boy?” the older man growled, his voice feral. “You like Daddy’s dick splitting your boy hole open?” “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Your cock feels so good in me! Harder! Deeper! Faster!” the boy begged, his voice cracking with each driving impact. Jordan and Jared were mesmerized. Their hands instinctively went to their own cocks, stroking in time with the older man’s thrusts. The visual was overwhelming—the powerful, hairy man dominating the willing, eager boy. The sheer carnality of it was the hottest thing Jordan had ever seen. He could feel his own orgasm building, a tight, hot coil low in his belly. He glanced at Jared; his best friend’s jaw was clenched, his strokes becoming frantic, his own precum leaking in a steady, slick stream that he used to lubricate his furious pace. They were both edging, holding themselves right on the precipice, over and over again, driven higher by the explicit show. The older man’s rhythm began to falter, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his grunts more urgent. “I’m gonna nut, boy,” he groaned, his voice thick with impending release. “You want Daddy’s load?” “Yes! Please, Daddy! I want it!” the boy cried out, his body trembling. “Where do you want it?” The boy twisted his head around, his eyes locking directly with Jordan’s. “On my face. Cover my face with it, Daddy.” The command, the raw filth of it, sent Jared and Jordan over another edge. They both moaned, their hands a blur on their own cocks, fighting not to climax. The older man pulled out of the boy’s ass with a wet, slick sound. He spun the dazed boy around onto his knees. The boy looked up at him with utter devotion, his mouth open, tongue out, ready. The older man fisted his own thick, dripping cock, stroking it hard. “Here it comes, boy! Daddy’s gonna nut all over your pretty face!” He let out a series of raw, animalistic groans, his body tensing. “I’m coming! Fuck!” Thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pulsing cock, splattering across the boy’s forehead, his cheeks, his chin, and his open, waiting mouth. The boy moaned, lapping at the cum that landed on his lips, his eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. The sight was too much. Jordan felt his own control shatter. “Jared, fuck… I’m about to cum…” he gasped, the words torn from him. The boy’s eyes snapped open, landing on them. His face was a glistening, white mask. He grinned, a wicked, depraved smile. “Do it,” he urged, his voice breathy. “Cum on me too. Add to it.” The invitation was all the permission they needed. They looked at each other, a final, silent question answered in the frantic nodding of their heads. They stumbled forward, their cocks aching and dripping, until they were standing over the kneeling boy, their shadows falling across his cum-painted face. They didn’t need to coordinate. Their bodies were perfectly in sync. With twin, guttural cries that ripped through the quiet woods, their orgasms hit them. Jordan’s vision whited out as his cock jerked, pulsing, sending thick jets of his own hot release splashing across the boy’s face, mixing with the older man’s. He heard Jared’s own choked shout beside him, felt the faint mist of his best friend’s cum landing alongside his own. The boy laughed, a sound of pure, unhinged joy, and used his hands to smear the massive, combined load all over his skin. He gathered the sticky mixture and used it to lube his own neglected cock, stroking himself furiously. Within seconds, his back arched and he added his own volley of cum into the air, it arcing up before splattering onto the forest floor with a series of wet patters. Panting, spent, Jordan’s knees felt weak. He looked down at the blissful, utterly debauched boy, then over at Jared, whose chest was heaving, his expression one of stunned, sated awe. The older man clapped a heavy hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Damn, boys. That was a hell of a show,” he chuckled.

There might be another competition between the brothers--who can be the sluttier one. Luke definitely has stepped out of his "comfort zone" when he voluntarily lets a strange poz man have his way and breed Luke deeply and thoroughly within literally minutes of arriving at the beach. He then sees Tony getting recharged himself, so he finds a poz couple and gets double-teamed by Aaron and Darren. As they say, Luke behaved like a kid in a candy store on the beach--partaking of the variety of guys on the beach and their poz loads. Who knows--Maybe, Tony will experience a second fuck flu, and there will be three men seroconverting together soon. We got a glimpse of what to expect from Mark and Thomas' sex tour. Chad deposited his toxic cum into Thomas. Will Luke want Chad to breed him as well now that he knows Chad is poz and Luke is not on PrEP? Oh the web that the poz brotherhood creates! It's a who has topped or bottommed for whom scenario. I will be curious to learn how many shared tops the brothers will have when their pozzing journeys are finished. Eagerly waiting for the next chapter...

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!

Huge load last night. Don’t normally get the opportunity for evening action, but my (female) partner is away for the week, so decided to get out there and hit up Wet on Wellington here in Melbourne. It was my first visit since moving a few months ago and was also a mixed gender night. Lent a slightly weird vibe as was hard to tell who was there just to follow the girls around. Wandered the maze endlessly for ages to the point my feet were starting to cramp. It was getting late and I was at a decision point… Go home or take action! I’m pretty shy and don’t really like to approach people directly. Knew I’d have to either get ass up with an open door or get in a sling. Luckily, one of the sling rooms (with a big mirror on the side) was free so I hopped in, legs in the air. I assumed I’d be ignored for a while and would just call it a night or would vacate if a couple arrived wanting to use the sling. There was a well-built black African guy near the door after a couple of minutes. I assumed he might be looking to join in with one of the girls in the adjoining room, but next thing I know he’s closing the door and stroking his 7-8 inch cock at my hole. Oh boy! First balls-deep thrust up my ass and I knew I was in for a wild ride. I did my best to contribute with the occasional thrust against his cock, but it wasn’t necessary. He was expertly working me over. Slow and steady then wild, ball-slapping thrusts and deep penetration. He paused now and then to lube up a little, but it must have been at least 45 minutes of him relentlessly pounding my ass. I tried to milk his cock with my hole, but near the end I realized that was pointless and ineffective as he’d banged my sphincter into complete surrender by then. It was almost out of body by this point. It was just the non-stop slapping soundtrack of his cock and balls slamming against my butt cheeks, my white legs in the air against his black skin, and the occasional glance to the mirror to take in the scene. I had a vague sense I was close to tapping out but then he was cumming, shooting a massive load inside me, pressing balls-deep to make sure I got it all. I felt immediately full and wet as he pulled out. I touched a finger to my hole and he laughed at the undeniable evidence of a thorough and complete bareback fucking. He was so pleased with his epic performance and I was elated to have been of service. The only sad thing was that the door was closed and no-one else got to see to show. As we exited, the guy outside the room looked a little disappointed he couldn’t have a turn on me, but it was near closing time and I was wrecked in every sense. Had to urinate before leaving, but did my best to keep as much cum in me as possible for the long walk home, even though some of it was down my leg and in the towel. It was still oozing and farting out of me an hour later on the bathroom floor of my apartment. Just one load but it was one for the ages.

Chapter 3 The sticky, cooling sensation between them was the first thing Jordan registered. Not as a shock, but as a fact. A pleasant, warm fact. He blinked his eyes open, the morning light softer this time, finding Jared’s sleeping face inches from his own. There was no frantic scrambling apart, no wave of panicked guilt. Just a deep, resonant calm. Jared’s eyes fluttered open. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “Morning,” Jordan breathed back, his own smile forming in response. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Jared’s lips. It was gentle, affectionate, a world away from the desperate, hungry kisses of the night before. It felt… natural. They disentangled themselves, the dried cum on their stomachs pulling at their skin. “We’re a mess,” Jared chuckled, looking down at himself. “A good mess,” Jordan corrected, his heart feeling impossibly full. He’d never imagined waking up like this with anyone, least of all his best friend. The word ‘gay’ floated through his mind, but it didn’t stick. It felt too small, too inadequate for what was between them. This was just… them. They showered separately, a silent, mutual decision to keep some semblance of normalcy for Jared’s family downstairs. But the air between them had shifted permanently. Over a quiet breakfast, their knees touched under the table, a constant, secret point of contact. “So,” Jared said later, as they drove aimlessly through their now-too-familiar town, both high school graduates with a suddenly wide-open future. “What… turns you on?” The question was bold, direct, and it sent a fresh jolt straight to Jordan’s groin. He glanced over, seeing the curious, hungry look in Jared’s eyes. “I don’t know. I guess… I never really let myself think about it before. You?” Jared didn’t hesitate. “Hairy guys. Definitely. And cut cocks. There’s something so… defined about them.” He kept his eyes on the road, but a faint blush crept up his neck. “And… fuck, this is gonna sound weird… precum. Seeing it, tasting it. It drives me insane.” He took a breath. “And… showing off. Exposing myself. The idea of someone seeing me, getting hard because of me… shit.” Jordan’s own cock was already stirring, thickening against his jeans. Jared’s confession was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “That doesn’t sound weird,” he said, his voice a little husky. “It sounds… really fucking hot.” “There’s a place,” Jared said, his tone shifting, becoming conspiratorial. “The old boat ramp out on Route 9. There’s a patch of woods behind it. People… go there. To cruise.” The implication hung in the air, heavy and illicit. Jordan’s mouth went dry. The idea was terrifying. And utterly exhilarating. “You wanna… go check it out?” Jared’s answer was a sharp, eager grin. “Yeah. I really do.” They drove in a charged silence, the anticipation building like a physical pressure. By the time Jared pulled his truck into the gravel parking lot, Jordan’s heart was hammering against his ribs. A few other cars were scattered around, their occupants unseen. The air felt thick, charged with possibility. They got out, both wearing the thinnest athletic shorts they owned, commando beneath. The late afternoon sun was warm on their skin. With every step toward the tree line, Jordan felt his cock twitch, beginning its inevitable swell. The coarse fabric of his shorts dragged against the sensitive head, and he knew a dark spot of precum was already beginning to form. He glanced at Jared’s crotch and saw the same tell-tale dampness, the outline of his thick shaft becoming more pronounced with every heartbeat. The woods were quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and their own footsteps on the packed earth. The thrill of the unknown, the sheer audacity of what they were doing, was a potent aphrodisiac. Jared stopped walking. Without a word, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to his mid-thigh. His cock and balls sprang free into the dappled sunlight, his impressive eight inches already fully hard, glistening at the tip. He let out a shaky breath, a mix of nerves and pure excitement. “Your turn,” he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. The command was all Jordan needed. He fumbled with his own shorts, shoving them down. The humid air felt incredible on his exposed skin. He was fully erect now, his six-inch cock standing proud, a bead of precum welling and dripping onto the leaf litter below. Seeing Jared standing there, so boldly exposed, made him feel powerful, desired, and incredibly vulnerable all at once. They walked on, their cocks bouncing freely, the lewd slap of their bare thighs the only sound for a moment. Then, a new sound reached them. A low, rhythmic grunting. And another sound, wetter, more slurping. They crept closer, their pace slowing, until they saw them through a break in the trees. Two men. One, older with a hairy chest and a cut cock, standing with his back against an oak. The other, younger, was on his knees, his head bobbing in the man’s lap, the wet, sucking sounds echoing softly in the clearing. The standing man had his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy, one hand tangled in the hair of the man servicing him. It was surreal. A scene from a porn movie playing out in the dappled green light of the woods. Jordan’s breath caught. It should have been shocking, maybe even off-putting. But it wasn’t. It was the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. The raw, unfiltered hunger of it mirrored his own. He felt a hand on his arm. Jared was staring, his own cock leaking steadily now, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The look they shared said everything. This is real. This is happening. Without breaking eye contact with Jared, Jordan sank to his knees. The damp earth soaked through his shorts, but he didn’t care. He reached for Jared’s hips, pulling him closer. He took Jared’s beautiful, leaking cock into his mouth in one deep, sloppy glide, his tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the salty-sweet precum. He gagged slightly, then relaxed his throat, taking him deeper, wanting to taste every inch, wanting to be a part of the raw, hungry energy of this place. He looked up, his eyes meeting Jared’s, and saw a look of awe and pure, unadulterated lust staring back down at him.

Chapter 2 The morning light was a cruel, bright lie. It streamed through Jordan’s blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the wreckage of their tuxedos and the two bodies tangled in his sheets. The smell of sex was still thick in the air, a musky, sweet scent that made his stomach clench. Jared stirred first, his body stiffening the second consciousness returned. His eyes snapped open, meeting Jordan’s, which were already wide awake and filled with the same dawning horror. They flew apart as if electrocuted, the warmth of the other’s skin suddenly feeling like a brand. Silence. Heavy, awkward, suffocating. “Dude,” Jared finally rasped, his voice rough with sleep and regret. He stared at the ceiling. “What… what was that?” Jordan’s mind was a frantic, scrambling mess. The memories flashed—the feel of Jared’s cock in his hand, in his mouth, the taste of his cum. A hot flush of shame was immediately chased by a treacherous, electric jolt of arousal. It felt so good. Why did it feel so good? “The whisky,” Jordan said, the words tasting like ash. “It was the whisky. And… and getting dumped. We weren’t thinking straight.” “Yeah,” Jared agreed too quickly, relief flooding his tone. “Right. Just a fucked-up, drunk thing. It didn’t mean anything.” “Right. Doesn’t mean anything.” They dressed in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes, the unspoken agreement hanging between them: We will never speak of this again. Jared left with a mumbled goodbye, and the click of the door shutting felt infinitely heavier than it ever had before. The agreement was a lie they told each other, but a lie they couldn’t tell themselves. In the days that followed, the memory was a ghost that haunted every quiet moment. Jordan would be staring at his phone, and his mind would replay the sight of Jared’s thick, cut cock springing free, the large drop of precum. His own body would betray him instantly, hardening in his jeans, a constant, aching reminder. It was confusing, wrong, and yet the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever experienced. They hung out as usual—played video games, shot hoops in the driveway—but the easy camaraderie was strained. A new tension hummed beneath the surface, a current of unsaid words and unanswered questions. Their eyes would meet, and they’d both quickly look away, the air crackling with everything they were pretending not to feel. Jordan found himself watching Jared’s hands, remembering how they felt on his skin, and he’d have to adjust himself, desperate for more but too terrified to ask. The first big summer party was a welcome distraction. Music throbbed, red plastic cups were everywhere, and pretty girls in sundresses laughed and danced. Jordan flirted half-heartedly with a girl from his bio class, but his attention kept drifting. Across the crowded backyard, Jared was doing the same, leaning against a fence, chatting with a group of friends. And then his eyes—as if pulled by a magnet—found Jordan’s. It wasn’t a glance. It was a stare. A direct, unbroken line of intense, shared recognition. In that split second, the noise of the party faded. There was no confusion, only a silent, screaming question. Are you thinking about it, too? Do you want it, too? The connection was so potent, so undeniable, that they both had to look away, their hearts hammering against their ribs. The entire night became a tense, exhilarating game of stolen glances and simmering want. The party wound down. They called an Uber Pool, a decision that felt like fate. They slid into the backseat, a stranger already asleep in the front. Their thighs pressed together from hip to knee, the thin fabric of their shorts doing nothing to insulate the heat of the contact. Jordan’s breath caught. Jared’s leg was solid muscle, warm and real. Every slight shift of the car, every bump in the road, sent a fresh jolt through him. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears, his cock beginning to stir, thick and insistent. He dared a glance sideways. Jared was already looking at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with drink and desire. There was no pretense left, no denial. The look was pure, unfiltered hunger. Jared’s hand, resting on his own thigh, twitched, his fingers curling into a fist. Jordan’s own hand trembled. The air in the car was too hot, too thick to breathe. They didn’t speak a word. They didn’t have to. The Uber pulled away from Jordan’s house, and they practically fell out of the car, a chaotic tangle of limbs and frantic energy. They stumbled up the driveway, a silent, mutual desperation guiding them. Getting the key in the lock was a fumbling, agonizing delay. The front door finally swung shut behind them, plunging them into the quiet dark of the hallway. And then Jared moved. In one fluid, powerful motion, he spun Jordan around and pinned him against the back of the door. The thud echoed through the house. Their eyes locked for one final, searing second of confirmation before Jared’s mouth crashed down on his. This was nothing like the drunken, exploratory kiss from prom night. This was deep, passionate, and utterly intentional. It was all tongue and teeth and desperate, hungry noises pulled from their throats. Jordan’s hands came up, tangling in Jared’s hair, pulling him closer as he kissed back with equal fervor. Their cocks were already granite-hard, straining against their shorts, pressing against each other’s through the fabric. Jared’s hands yanked at Jordan’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head before tearing his own off. Buttons pinged against the wall. Their hands fumbled with belts and zippers, pushing jeans and underwear down in a frenzied rush until they pooled at their ankles. They broke the kiss, both gasping for air, their foreheads pressed together. Their bare, leaking cocks slapped together, a hot, slick connection that made them both groan. The sensation was electric, a direct line to every nerve ending. Jared dropped to his knees, his hands on Jordan’s hips. He didn’t hesitate. He took the entire length of Jordan’s six-inch cock into his mouth in one smooth, wet glide. “Oh, god, Jared…” Jordan moaned, his head thumping back against the door. The heat was unbelievable, the suction perfect. “Your mouth… feels so fucking good on my dick.” Jared hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight up Jordan’s spine. He pulled off, swirling his tongue around the head, lapping at the precum already beading there. “You taste so good,” Jordan gasped, his voice ragged. “So sweet.” The praise seemed to ignite something in Jared. He took him deep again, his nose pressing into the trimmed hair at Jordan’s base, his eyes watering as he worked his throat around him. The sight, the sounds, the feeling—it was too much. Jordan knew he wouldn’t last. “Stop, stop…” he panted, pulling Jared up by his shoulders. “My turn.” He pushed Jared toward the bed, following him down as they landed in a heap on the comforter. Jordan kissed him hard before sliding down his body, his own hunger taking over. He took Jared’s thick, eight-inch cock into his mouth, mimicking what he’d just received. He gagged slightly, his eyes watering, drool slicking his chin, but he didn’t stop. He worked him, taking him as deep as he could, lost in the musky, male taste of him. Jared’s hips bucked off the bed. “Fuck, Jordan…” he grunted, his hands fisting the sheets. After a few blissful minutes, Jared gently pulled him off. “Turn over,” he breathed, his voice dark with need. Jordan complied without question, rolling onto his stomach, his heart hammering. He felt Jared settle between his legs, then the warm, wet swipe of his tongue against his tight, nervous hole. Jordan jolted. “Oh, shit…” Jared didn’t let up. He feasted, tonguing him deep and slow, tasting him with a reverence that made Jordan’s toes curl. He tastes so good. The sensation was alien and incredible, a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. He was panting into the mattress, pushing back against Jared’s face, completely surrendered. “Fuck me,” he begged, the words muffled by the comforter. “Please, Jared. Put your cock in my ass. I need it.” He heard Jared spit into his hand, then the slick sound of him stroking his own cock. A moment later, the blunt, wet head of Jared’s cock was pressing against him. Jared worked it slowly, using his own copious precum and spit to ease the way, pressing against the tight ring of muscle until, with a slow, burning, glorious push, he slid inside. The fullness was overwhelming. Jordan cried out, a strangled sound of pure ecstasy as Jared began to move, setting a deep, passionate rhythm. It was a little painful, a glorious stretch, but the pleasure eclipsed everything. “Wait,” Jordan gasped. “I want to see you.” Jared stilled, pulling out momentarily so Jordan could flip onto his back. He hooked his legs over Jared’s shoulders, pulling him close. Their eyes locked as Jared pushed back in, sinking deep once more. The intimacy of the position was staggering. They were face to face, bodies joined, breathing the same air. And in Jared’s eyes, Jordan saw it. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just heat. It was something deeper, something that had been there all along, hidden beneath years of friendship and confusion. It was love. The liquor in his veins gave him a bravery he’d never known. “I love you,” he whispered, the words leaving his lips on a broken moan. Jared’s rhythm faltered. Shock, then a dawning, breathtaking wonder washed over his face. He leaned down, his thrusts becoming tender, deeper, more meaningful. “I love you too,” he breathed against Jordan’s lips. The confession was the final catalyst. The dam broke. Their orgasms ripped through them simultaneously, a powerful, shared release that felt like a physical manifestation of their words. Jordan’s back arched off the bed as he came, his vision whiting out, his cry of “Jared!” echoing in the room. Jared’s own climax followed, his body shuddering, his moan of “Jordan…” a perfect, answering echo as he emptied himself deep inside. They collapsed together, a sweaty, breathless, entangled mess, the words hanging in the air between them, real and undeniable.

Even though our orange faced buffoon president claims he is eliminating recognition of this worldwide memorialization of AIDS and those we lost from the disease, we must show our unity now more than ever. CUMDUMPS UNITED.

This started just over 3 weeks ago. While walking my dog after work one afternoon in my usual outfit of denim shorts and a white wife-beater...met Mauro, maybe 50, Blatino, 6", a little heavier than me, maybe 195, dressed in snug blue jeans and ratty pullover, friendly guy, says he lives a few blocks from me. Mauro walks up to me and asks about my dog. Says he's seen me several times and wants to know if I'm married. Married? Hell no. I have enough trouble with the dog. We head back toward my place and he asks about my apt and the bldg. 96 yrs old and needs some work. He asks to see my apt. We go in, talk a while when he finally gets to the point ... he asks if I'm gay, says its hard to tell, Yes. Asks if I party .. Sometimes. More questions then I send him on his way, I get up at 4a for work and have too much to do. He says he'll drop-by sometime ... Just after 9:00 that night, someone is knocking at the back door. Late eve uninvited guests are rare and I would usually know when someone was dropping by anyway. I answer and it's Mauro from earlier. He's still in jeans but now also wearing a white wife-beater. He says he has some supplies. Okay, come on in for a minute... He drops his backpack on the living room floor. Pulls out a water bottle and a small towel. In the towel he has a loaded pipe and a small red torch. Have a seat. He says he borrowed some shit (his words!) from his friend and wanted to see if I liked it. We talk for a few minutes then he gives me the pipe and torch. Yeah, I'll try one hit then I'll try to direct him out. I light up and see that the pipe bowl has a couple large rocks in it. The torch melts the T in just seconds, massive clouds form. I take my hit and get filled very quick... massive cloud ... massive head rush ... gawd ... I try to hand it back to Manny but he asks if it's good and says to do one more hit. Damn T is very good, my head is already filling and I feel it really well ... I take another big hit ..., he sits in front of me rubbing his crotch .. is it good? Hell yeah. He just sits back and I take two more deep hits ... he asks if I have any plans tonight .. I pull off my shirt, shoes, then my shorts, no underwear ... he says to stand up. I stand.. he asks where the bedroom is. I say to stand up and drop the futon ... seem to be moving very slow ... he opens his jeans and his 7"dick flops out ... long thick uncut meat ... a lot of foreskin ... I drop and slowly take his dick full down my throat ... he grabs my head .. I bury my face in his pubes and swallow his meat.. still getting harder .... the damn thing reaches full size down my throat ... he groans and grinds into my face .... He pulls out, strips, gets on the bed and lies back. I lean over him and suck on his hard dick ... full sized and hard as a damn steel rod .. close to 1.5" of foreskin still hanging off the end. He reaches back behind me and begins to tease my ass ... just light probing and rubbing my hole ... I deep throat his meat as he humps up into me ... he's groaning and slowly getting more aggressive on my hole ... licking his fingers and working one deeper into me. Half hour of this .. sucking and ass tease .. He says to straddle his face ....I climb over him, he reaches up and he pulls me down to his face .. eats my ass slow .. just light tongue at first while I bury my face back into his crotch .. he slowly gets deeper into it and me ... tongue fucking my hole .. working a finger in then deep tongue again ... I sit up and move down onto his face .. he begins to feast on my ass... chewing and sucking on my now soggy hole .. he'spulling my hips down to get in deeper . I lean back down and get his rod full buried down my throat .. at least 8" of dark uncut meat .. sucking and chewing on his foreskin ... sucking on and licking his massive hairy balls and sack ... he's got a rubber cockring around his balls .. damn things must hang a good 6-7 inches from his crotch ... Another half hour ... he says he needs to get up .. I move off and stay down on my knees .. try to get my head clear a bit ... he moves behind me, pulls my ass up a little higher and drives his tongue back in ... he's grinding my ass ... chewing on my ass lips ... shoving his tongue in deep, running around my hole ... he spits on my asshole then drives his tongue back in several times .... I'm moaning like a fucking pig ... giving him as much access as I can... He pulls away, pulls my hips back and then I feel his foreskin at my now very wet sloppy hole. I reach under and push his foreskin back off the head, line up his dick on my asslips and back my ass onto his meat.... Pull my legs forward to get him as deep as I can ... I can feel every inch .. FUCK .... He gets into a rhythm and fucks me steady ... I grind back on his pubes ... his big balls swinging and slapping my balls and now T-dick. ... he gets me on my side, leg up .. deeper fuck ... I feel him hitting and the head passing through my 2nd ring .. he's groaning loud .... we're both are soaked with sweat ... his fucking feels so damn good .... he gets the pipe .. two more hits ... not me, buried in his fucking ... he pulls out, says leg cramp ... I roll on my back, he pushes my legs back ... he lines up and slides/slams in ... hard deep fuck now ... slamming into my ass .. I reach back and grab his ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust ... he's groaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear outside ... I'm telling him to fuck me .... he groans "FUCK" once and slows down .. I feel his dick throbbing, pumping his load into me ... 7-8-9-10... shots... fuck ... Both soaked in sweat, he's raining sweat on me ... he leans down and bites my nipples hard .. he saw that I had been twisting and pulling on my tits ... ... long pause ... he pulls out slow ... I reach back and feel his dick and my hole soaked with cum .... I finger myself ... damn... filled with his seed ... he asks if I want to shit it out .. hell no .. no way in hell .. I'm keeping in me all damn night I ask, he says he's okay ... wiped out but feeling good. We get up, I walk him to the bathroom to shower. I go back to the living room, drop back on the floor and work my cum soaked hole, his massive cum load.. damn ... get up and grab a butt plug from the toy box. .. drop back onto the floor and work the plug in ..... don't want to lose any of the load ... I lie there with the plug in, notice he's come back from the bathroom, watching me ... says he'd fuck me again if he could ... likes the plug, says he has a couple toys I might like .. He dresses .. I get us some water ... he says that if I want, he can get a ball of the shit for me .. just text him ... says he wants to fuck my ass again .... says he'll be waiting for my text... says he can get anything I want ... I'm barely tuned-in .... loaded with T and cum ... flying... he lights again, hands pipe and torch to me, can barely hold steady, he holds and lights for me .. another big hit .... fucking good ..... Mauro gets his pack, I very slowly get to my feet and follow him out .. still naked ... too dark for anyone to notice though ... Very slowly managed to calm down ... breathing very rough and heart-rate very high but did get better. Damn potent stuff . Damn good shit!! Plug stayed in all night and most of the next day.... felt damn good ....

**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

When I lay pipe, I make sure my cock is going in as deep as I can and coming out as far as I can without sliding out. What that usually creates are nice long, fast and deep strokes that get my cock primed for injecting my seed. I prefer to breed missionary because a bottom's cunt is usually angled just right that my cock slides across his guts and g spot. When I'm ready I put my head down and use my full force with my hips, going fast and hard and deep, usually the bottom is locked in place with y body weight and can't move or squirm (which is what I want) Then I feel it build from my balls to my taint to the head of my cock. Roar. Slam my cock in deep and spray that cunt with my seed. I stay deep and make sure every rope covers that bottom's cervix. Then pull out and make them clean my cock

Indeed, we need to give Doc Matthew time. Many times it is hundreds of loads before a conversion takes place.

My personal best... Hmmm.. 17 loads in a 5 hour session at a sex-club in Berlin some 8 years ago. 10 of them were in the first two hours, but then I needed some rest, so for the rest of the evening I paced myself. I was the fresh meat in the club and all I had to do was to lie in the sling and let the cum flow...

If we're talking about unique men dumping their load in my ass, it's 14. If its just cum in my ass in a session, it's 22. My bf threw a dinner party. I was the appetizer, some had me for dinner and others dessert. I figure I took my first load around 530 and my last around 9. My ass got a couple days off after that, but the rest of me didn't.

For me there is no such thing as enough cock. I constantly crave cock and seed and if I have a weekend where I dont get fucked and bred 15 times between Friday noight and Sunday night I am howling for it

Chapter 5 Jordan looked at Jared, who was furiously stroking his own hard cock with his free hand, his breathing as ragged as Blake’s. Jordan gave a single, decisive nod. Now. He took Blake’s cock deep, deeper than before, burying it in his throat and holding it there. He looked up, meeting Blake’s desperate, pleading eyes. “I’m cumming!” Blake shouted, his body bowing off the couch. The first pulse was a violent, shocking burst of heat against the back of Jordan’s throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the action seemed to trigger a cataclysm within Blake. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot down his throat, each pulse accompanied by a guttural, almost pained moan from Blake. His body shook uncontrollably, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself completely. When the last shudder passed, Blake collapsed back against the couch, panting, his eyes glazed over. He looked down at Jordan, who was still kneeling between his legs, a trail of cum on his chin. A look of pure, unadulterated disbelief washed over his face. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything… so good in my life,” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Never… from anyone…”

So this happened three weeks ago. My former boss and I mess around and are dating. He wanted to whore me out to 20 of his army buddies because of rememberence day. We agreed to do this over a two days. On November 11, my bf gagged me and put a mask on me. They could not hear what I was saying but I could see them. He made take the first ten of his buddies. All was hung, married and condoms was optional. I took all of them and three had two arounds on me. After my bf breed me with their sloppy seconds still in me. The next round was on a Friday some where married and just wanted oral sex. I took all 10 of them and some split roast me and passed me around like I was just an object. One of the guys I knew, he was on of supervisors at a site I worked at. He about 6 feet 7 inches tall. He went full animal on me. He made me suck his dick while he fucked me. When he cummed in me, he just zipped up and left.

To the OP though, I've always thought that refraining from sex for x number of days increases both the hunger for sex, as well as the volume of the load. That's why I wait for the weekends to hit the fuckjoints - I'm what one could call Damn READY after several days - and I like both the self-control, and the result when breednights roll around.

Hardly. You're not a selfish fuck, you're conscious, in tune, aware of what the other guy(s) are experiencing. From the most sadistic, hard-core Bd/Sm scene, to the most vanilla sex imaginable, it takes a man with respect not only for the other guy(s), but respect for his own sexual appetite. After reading your commentary in various threads for a few years, I feel I know you well enough (in this context, at least) to know that you respect yourself enough to avoid harming your fuckbuds/tricks in any way. Some call it being a "mensch". Some call it being a Man. By whatever moniker, you're a man.

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.

**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 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.

Small disclaimer: It gets a little cheesy in the middle, but then the fucking continues. Part 4 I come back to the store after I walked around in leather gear for almost an hour. ‘There you are’ Mark greets me, again with a passionate kiss ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I just walked around, the looks I got were all full of intrigue and awe, I love how this leather outfit makes me feel, but…’ ‘But you forgot it is summer and fucking hot outside?’ ‘Yes, exactly, you just know me to well’ Mark knows me in and out, it is an indescribable feeling to be this open with someone. I don’t think my wife ever knew me that deeply, even though she remains one of my best friends in the world. Mark starts to take my leather jacket off, as I loosen the tie and open the top buttons of the shirt, my chest hair visible. As I look around, I see that there are a few people in the store browsing and trying on different clothes. ‘You have customers, I don’t want to keep you from your work’ I say apologetically. ‘Don’t be daft, you don’t keep me from work, well maybe a little, but Daniel, my colleague will be here shortly, he takes over in an hour. You could go to the staff room and wait there for me.’ I give him another kiss and then make my way to the staff room. I get out of my gear but realise that I put my underwear with all my other clothes in my car, when I went outside. But I don’t think Mark would mind. So, I decide to take a nap on the leather couch in the nude. After what feels like five seconds, but must have been almost an hour, I am awaken by a loud cough. I open my eyes looking in the face of Mark and an unknown man. ‘Well, Daniel I wanted to introduce you to the famous Thomas of my past more properly, but I guess this will be it now. This naked man here is Thomas Gray, my former roommate and now…’ ‘Boyfriend’ I interrupt, trying to ease the situation. ‘My boyfriend… in the nude for you Daniel’ Mark teases me with his smile. ‘Nice to meet you’ says Daniel ‘and now I know why Mark never got over you, you’re beautiful, but maybe you could put some clothes on.’ Mark as always reads my mind; he notices my bag from before gone. He walks to a closet, takes out a pair of boxers and throws them to me. ‘Here that should be enough for now’ he says with an evil grin. I put them on and realise why he is grinning, yes, my cock is now securely stored away, but my ass is bare. The fucking bastard gave me an assless pair of boxers. Daniel laughs heartily. ‘You guys are crazy, but it seems you two click. Thomas it was nice meeting you, but I have to get back to the store. But one thing, I heard so much about you over the years and this guy here is the loveliest person I know in the world, so if you hurt him, I will end you, understood.’ ‘Understood’ I say tensely. ‘Great’ Daniel claps his hands and turns to go ‘then have fun you two, see you tonight.’ Mark smiles at me, but I feel like shit. Even though Daniel didn’t say it, but I must have hurt Mark deeply, if he carried me around all those years. Of course, Mark understands what is bothering me instinctively. He comes to me, pulls me in an open hug, only our crotches touching and his hands on my bare ass. ‘Thomas, we talked for hours in the club about our past. I have forgiven you a long time ago, and I don’t want you to carry this with you now. We both have a chance of building a future together, don’t let it be ruined by the past.’ We kiss and I envelope him in a tight hug. ‘But we might need to discuss our relationship status. When did I become your official boyfriend?’ he asks me in mock shock. ‘The moment you put your poz cock in my ass’ ‘Oh, is that right, well if I had known it was that easy, I might have topped you all those years ago.’ I laugh and relax, Mark signals to me to get proper dressed, which is difficult with my clothes outside. So, he says this will be the punishment for my past mistakes, I have to walk to the car with just the assless boxer on. We pack the leather clothes together for tonight, Mark takes his belongings, and we head to my car. I get a few puzzled looks, but as it is hot outside not that many people are bothered. At the car, I put my shorts and shirt back on as Mark takes place in the passenger seat. I start the car and ask him where were going, the answer shocks me. Mark is still living in our old apartment, but he owns it now and it got completely renovated. As I enter the familiar space my heart is aching. All the memories, the good and the bad are coming back in floods. As I let my eyes wander over the space, I notice a framed picture on the wall. I recognise it immediately and turn to Mark for confirmation. He just nods, his eyes watery. I storm to him, enveloping him in a loving, deep kiss, so different to the others we have shared so far. ‘I love you Mark, I always have and I just cannot pretend otherwise. Please, forgive me. I love you so much’ Mark kisses me back, our cheeks wet from the tears of us. Behind us our younger teenage selves looking happily out of a frame, as they are holding the key to their first own apartment. After we spend the afternoon between bed, shower, bed and shower Mark finally tells me where we are going. ‘After I got poz, and met a lot of men like you, who wanted to be pozzed I decided to bring those two communities closer together. As a leather store owner, I of course, was already well connected within the gay community. So, we started to organise poz-friendly bareback parties, that were open for every man, who was poz, wanted to become poz or just didn’t care about it at all. Only rule, no condoms allowed and every four weeks the dress code is leather.’ ‘And I guess tonight is leather night’ ‘Correct’ We got ready, putting our gear on. It was hard not to start fucking again, but in the end we did manage. As I look at Mark in his full leather outfit, I’m breathless, he is looking strong, masculine and contend, like a come to life dream. I am surprised as he navigates me back to his store. The window fronts have now been closed, and the shop seems dark, but we can hear music inside. Mark knocks and a bouncer opens the door for us. With a quick look around I realise, that the shop has become more like a reception place now. Where people arrive, hand in their bags and so on. Mark introduces me to some of the fellow organisers, then he says that tonight he is of duty and ready to party. He guides me to the backroom, and I enter a completely new world. More than a hundred men in full leather gear are talking, drinking and laughing together. ‘This is the social room, here you can come back to talk, eat, drink or just relax, but no fucking in this room. That happens over there’ Mark points to another door at the end of this room. We go to the bar, both getting a beer and Mark introduces me to more of his people. He teasingly emphasises, that I am his new boyfriend. For every introduction that way he gets a slap on the ass from me. After almost an hour and some wonderful conversations, Mark signals to me that it is time to enter the sex room. We take one of the bags in front of the door to put our gear in. I realise that the harnesses are in my car, but Mark just shrugs, so we enter the room completely naked just with our boots on. I need a moment to realise what I am seeing, opposite to my night in the biohazard room at the gay club, this time I have my lust somewhat under control, and that allows me to take this magnificent sight in. Around a hundred naked men are fucking out in the open, the room smells of sweat, sex and testosterone. I look at Mark and myself; both our cocks are rock hard. We kiss each other and then separate, understanding instinctively that this is an experience for everyone himself. Mark has already gone away, as a man almost runs me over, when he enters the room. I turn around, seeing familiar eyes on me. Daniel is smiling at me; without a word he pushes me towards a couch on the wall and buries me under his weight. I didn’t realise, but Daniel is a heavy man. He isn’t as muscular as Mark, but he is beefier. He kisses me, while on top of me. My hands find his ass and pull his body between my legs. I feel his hardened cock at my hole and as I am already proper open because of the many fucks with Mark today, he slides in easily with no spit or lube, just sweat. As he enters me, he moans into my mouth, before pushing his tongue deep into me again. He breaks the kiss, to look into my eyes and then he puts his mouth to my ear. ‘I will poz you like I pozzed your boyfriend ten years ago. You two belong to my strain, I’ll make sure of it.’ My mind starts to race as I let the words sink in, as he pushes harder inside me, I try to comprehend that he was the one making Mark poz, he was the one giving him that life. I look him in the eyes, my hands still pulling his body towards me, with a small nod I say. ‘Fuck me, Daniel. Give me your toxic load, poz me like you pozzed the love of my life. Poz me, now!’ I raise my head to kiss him, and he responds in kind. My hands now on his back, holding him tight. I feel his cock inside me twitching and with a loud final thrust he shoots his toxic load inside me. He keeps on thrusting for another minute or so, before he lets his cock slip out of my hole. Without a word he stands up and leaves the room, apparently he got for for what he came. I on the other hand are not even close to finish. Despite cum being all over my chest and stomach, a sign I had come during our fuck too. I walk around, passing a guy, probably in his early 50s, with a biohazard tattoo on his chest. I turn around, slapping him on the ass. He stops and turns around slowly, his pierced big dick, hairy chest and bush on full display. It only takes a second to realise I made the right decision as he takes me by the neck to push me on a mattress. I try to get on all fours, but he just pins me down with all his weight. ‘You will be punished for what you did, you little slut. I will give you a strain your body will not be able to handle. You think you’re poz, wait until you have my strain.’ I don’t correct him, as it turns me on to be thought of as a poz bottom slut. Still pinned underneath him, he takes a finger to enter my hole. ‘Ah, you already open, you little slut, well then open wide for daddy’ He pushes his cock inside me, while still pinning me to the mattress. With an arm wrapped around my throat he raises my head closer to his and gives me a longing kiss. His fuck is rough, almost violent, but I still feel save and right where I am meant to be. He never takes his body weight of me and finishes inside me with a loud moan into my ear. As he stands up, he slaps my ass as a kind of payback. ‘Hope you happy you little slut, my toxic cum will destroy your little weak strain, you little poz pig.’ He walks away, leaving me on the mattress in a state of full ecstasy and exhaustion. I turn myself on the back, and notice that the mattress is wet, evidently, I have pissed myself during this fuck. The smell becomes stronger, raising the interest of two twinks, who come to me and start to lick the mattress I am currently lying on clean. I guess everyone has his kink, but that’s not mine, so I get up and decide to head out for a moment. I look around, trying to see if Mark is somewhere, but I cannot find him. As I step outside, I see him immediately as he is talking to the guy who just fucked the piss out of me. I walk towards them, and Mark introduced me to Graham, a law professor and supposedly very sweet guy. Graham winks at me with an evil grin and walk to the bar. We decide it has been a long emotional day, full of fucking and love, so we call It a night. Both of us only back in our leather pants, walking with wrapped arms around each other out of the store. In the car we look at each other, because we don’t know where this evening ends. But then I make the decision for us. ‘Let’s go home.’

Part 3 I make my second coffee of the day, and Luke, Chad and Lily are still sleeping in the guest bedroom. The moment my little brother gets up this day will become tense, but for the moment I enjoy the quiet. I lean against the kitchen counter and look out over the city, I love this view of my apartment, it reminds me of the beauty of this town. As I look out my phone rings, I have received a message from Mark. He wants to see me tomorrow, to talk about what happened and show me something. I reply that I am free the whole day tomorrow. His response comes quickly we have a date at 9am at a place I don’t know. I put the phone down and the door to the guest room opens. It is Chad, who is unsurprisingly dishevelled, as most students are after a party night. He comes towards me with his fully erect morning wood, probably not realising that he is naked and not in his home. ‘Good afternoon, Chad’ I say to him. ‘Good morn… of fuck, Thomas?!’ He hastily puts his hands in front of his crotch, but then his gaze travels over my body. His eyes wandering from my face to my loose tank top, to my little white briefs, which are a little too small for me, hardly covering my hairy ass, but are still one of my favourite pair. Something changes in him as he takes his hand away and steps towards me until his rock-hard cock hits my bulge. ‘Chad what are you doing?’ I ask briskly ‘Having a second round after last night’ ‘A second …’ but I cannot finish my question, because with unbelievable quick hands he pulls my briefs down, revealing my slowly hardening cock and turns me around. It all happens so fast, that I have no time to react to his cock sliding into my still cummed up hole. ‘Chad, we can’t…’ ‘Don’t worry, Luke has already seen me fucking you, this ship has sailed, now just enjoy’ My mind is racing, but the lust takes over as I feel myself pushing against Chads cock inside me. It only takes a few minutes until Chad fills my hole with another load of cum. He slips his cock out and gives me a hard slap on my bare ass. As he walks to the bathroom, I pull my briefs back up, puzzled what just happened. But especially confused about what is happening with me. Chad remains the only one of the three awake for the next two hours, so we are forced to make small talk, but truth be told he is unbelievable boring. He might have a big dick and knows how to use it, but a personality is missing. No idea what Luke sees in him. At three in the afternoon Lily and Luke are finally leaving the guest room, looking like they have been run over by a bus. I hand them both coffees, Lily going to the bathroom first. Luke and I don’t talk about last night yet, as we know we need to be alone for this. It takes until the early evening to get rid of Lily and Chad, fortunately I don’t have to drive them to the train station as another friend is picking them up. Now, Luke and I are alone, the atmosphere changes and we both take a seat on my couch. ‘Well, I guess we need to have a talk’ I start and Luke nods. ‘But before you explain anything to me Thomas, let me apologise. I reacted shitty to you and your friend. I should have been more open, you have always been, and I didn’t give you the same. I’m sorry’ I take him in a tight hug, knowing that everything will be alright. He relaxes when we break the hug and I understand that it is now my turn. ‘Luke, thank you for that. We are good, we really are. I love you and nothing will ever change that. But now I have to explain a few things, but I must get something first’ I go to my room, taking the photos I have searched for the whole morning. When I come back, Luke looks at me expectantly. I sit down and give him the photos. ‘This is my roommate Mark, the guy from yesterday. We had been best friends for 10 years and later became roommates until…. until I left this town hastily. You even met him many years ago, you were a toddler then and he was always at our house at that time, he was way cooler for you than me. The truth is, I hurt Mark many years ago. Like you he was confident in his sexuality, came out to me when we were teenagers, didn’t change a thing between us, until this fateful Pride parade in 2011. We celebrated like you did with you friends yesterday, we had a great time and all of us had a final party at our apartment. It wasn’t even far from here, just a 10 minutes’ walk, but that’s not the point. After all our friends left, Mark and I began cleaning, but we were too drunk to really achieve anything. So, we ended up on our couch, talking about our first Pride parade. Mark put his head in my lap as he had for many years, never sexual, just a real close comfort between us. But I destroyed that. As he was talking, my hand stroking his hair, I leaned down and kissed him. First unsure of myself, but later with more confidence. We started to make out heavily and I ended up fucking him. It was bare, it was in the heat of the moment, but I can now accept, that I wanted it that day. I took the initiative, not him. But it changed everything.’ ‘You couldn’t accept what just happened, right?’ Luke interrupts me. ‘No, I couldn’t. I was so confused, so scared and I blamed it all on Mark. Within two weeks I moved out of our apartment, as it was early summer, I managed to transfer to another university. I forced Mark out of my mind and started a new life far away. I haven’t seen him for 14 years, but as soon as I saw him yesterday it all came back.’ I pause and look out of the window, needing a moment to think, which Luke shatters with four words. ‘You did love him’ I shake my head slightly, a tear sliding down my face. ‘Luke, I didn’t love him… I still do love him’ Luke envelops me in a tight hug full of love and understanding. We both talk for hours, way into the night, he is still surprised about my separation, at least that my wife wanted it after falling in love with her female colleague. We talk about Chad, that he is a tool with a nice tool, but that Luke should look for something more. I also talk with him about my date with Mark tomorrow. Luke teasing me the whole night because of it. Once I try to approach the subject of my easiness with bareback sex and poz cum, I show him an article I found online weeks ago about bug chasing and gift giving, recognising that I’m still searching for it online. As he understands that I’m willingly want to be pozzed and get loaded by toxic cum, he looks me in the eyes and wishes me all the luck in the world, even for my chase. I’m not sure how, but my little brother apparently has become a grown up and one of my best friends. (The next day) I stand in front of a clothing store for leather gear, but apparently that is the address Mark has given me. It is already a little after 9am, but he still isn’t there. Suddenly the shop door opens and Mark greets me, asking how long I want to keep staying outside. Confused, but happy to see him I follow him into the store, greeting him with a passionate kiss. Mark is dressed in big leather boots, tight leather pants and a small vest, with nothing underneath. Showing again his beautiful hairy chest off. My cock reacts immediately, but I sense this is not the time for fucking. ‘Welcome to my store, I hope you like it. Well, I guess you wonder why I wanted you to meet me here.’ He asks teasingly ‘I’m a little confused, that’s for sure’ He keeps me pressed to his body, both hands at my ass. ‘I plan to take you out tonight, but you need to be in leather gear for it and I figured, you don’t have any yet’ ‘You would be right about that’ He breaks away from me and guides me to the changing rooms. ‘Get naked, I bring you stuff I think will look good on you’ After more than an hour I am dressed in a complete leather outfit, shirt, tie, pants, boots, jacket, and cap. Fuck I look good, and the feeling of the leather on my skin, amazing. ‘This is surreal, I feel so confident, so strong and masculine’ I tell Mark. He smiles and gives me another kiss. ‘Well, this is for the more formal part of the evening, now we need to get you into something more accessible.’ Mark comes back with two leather harnesses; he hands one to me and the other he takes for himself. As I put it on, I notice that it’s not just a harness, but a harness with two body straps finishing in a cock ring. After I managed to put my cock through that ring, I step outside. There Mark is standing with his rock-hard cock in the same harness. Without a word he pulls me towards him, grabbing me by the harness strap over my chest. We stand in the middle of the open store and kiss passionately. I wander down his body and take his cock into my mouth, starting to taste his toxic precum. As I come back up, I whisper. ‘Give me another toxic load, make me poz Mark, give me the gift’ My words awake an even more wild side of Mark. He pushes me back into the changing room, pressing me hard against the wall. With a final kiss, he turns me around positioning us exactly opposite the mirror, so that he and I can look at each other. Without spit or any foreplay, he pushes his precummed cock inside me. I moan loudly, but that only turns him on even more. I see it in his eyes, that all inhibition is gone. As he thrusts deeper and deeper in me, I watch ourselves in the mirror. In my face is a lust I’ve never knew I could feel; my whole body engaged in the fucking. I feel Mark’s cock twitching, sensing that he is about to shoot his toxic cum. But right before that he tells me to look up. There is another mirror I haven’t noticed, and the view is unbelievable. I don’t only see his cock slide in and out of my hole, but I see his biohazard tattoo clearly. He pulls on my harness and my back presses against his chest, with a final thrust he fills me up with his poz cum. My cock reacting as well, shooting my load all over the mirror on the wall. Mark takes his hands of my harness to put them on my hips, keeping me pressed against his body and his cock still inside me. ‘Another charge for my little bug chaser. Thomas, I will make you poz, I make sure of it.’ ‘Mark, please make me yours. I have never dreamed of anything else. Poz me, fuck me, love me’ Mark kisses my shoulders, before finally letting his cock slip out of me. I turn around and look him in the eyes, another kiss connecting us. ‘Love you?’ Mark asks smilingly ‘I have loved you since school and this will never change’ We kiss one final time, before we hear the doorbell ring, a customer has entered the store. Mark steps out of the changing room and walks completely naked to the front. I follow his beautiful, muscular hairy ass and back with my eyes, the black hair making me hard again. As I hear him talk to the customer, I grab my things but decide to put on the leather outfit instead of my clothes from home. I walk to the front, apologise for the interruption to give Mark another kiss in front of the customer and leave the store to get some air, completely dressed in leather and with a toxic load inside me.

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

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

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After last night’s pounding

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?’

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

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

This is the first time I've ever posted. This story is true and, if you like it, I'll post more. It dates back to 2006 when I still lived in Manchester, UK and had visited a gay bathhouse there for the first time. Enjoy. I remember my first visit. I hadn't meant to take it raw. I'd always wanted it, but had never given in, too scared of the consequences. I was nervous even just entering the sauna. Terrified someone would see me and recognize me. That was scarier than taking it raw, I don't know why. Basement in Manchester is hidden down a backstreet, Tariff Street, in the city's Northern Quarter. You enter the building down some stairs and come to a door with a buzzer. My fingers were trembling, but I pressed it. There's a camera, so staff can see who's there in case... well, I'm not sure what it's there for - I imagine they let anyone in, in fact my later visits would confirm this. The clientele are a mix of young muscle pups, skinny queens, ageing queers and everything in between. When I walk down the stairs there's a desk and the tall, muscled man, fit with an 'I could fuck you three ways from Sunday and not be out of breath' grin on his face asks me if I'm a member. I'm not. I have to pay extra, but it's a one off payment and I'm here now anyway. What freaks me out more is that they take my picture and they want details: my name, my birthday - they have my picture. Fuck! I notice the walls and desks are crudely painted black, the countertop red - whore-red. He passes me a towel and I ask for poppers too. I can get fucked quite happily without poppers if the top starts off slow, but who wants to start slow? And anyway, I like the high. He hands me my locker key. I've read stories about saunas in America, but it's different in Britain - you don't get your own cubicle. It's more of a wandering free-for-all. I enter the door into the locker room and a couple of guys are getting changed, nude, taking their time, no inhibitions. I strip as quickly as possible and throw my towel around myself. I feel like people are staring at me. I'm 23, 5'9", slim, toned, nice big arse and I'm hairy - I'm not ashamed to say it. I hate all of the prepubescent shaving shit. I'm hairy - fuck it. I've had guys ask me to shave my hole before. Fuck right off. Men are supposed to have hair - real men, that is. With my head down, I walk through the locker room, gripping my towel firmly around myself with one hand and my poppers in the other - I've already taken the plastic wrapper off - I don't want that to spoil a moment, should any occur. On my left there's a darkened passage leading to somewhere I can't see, on my right there's a Jacuzzi, showers and toilets and at the end of the corridor is a seated TV area where you can buy drinks etc. I wasn't here for that. I turned left. In the darkness I can only see shapes in white towels, forms passing me, stroking me, brushing against me, but I'm too nervous to stop and reciprocate. I keep walking. There's rows and rows of cubicles, doors hanging open, some closed, some empty, some with guys doing... Well, you know what they're doing. It's my first time in a sauna - I want to scout the place out first. See what it's all about, so I do a lap of the facilities, head still down. There's a sling, gloryholes, a cage, a darkroom, a porn room and loads more cubicles. I focus on the darkroom. I've never been bothered about looks. Yes, we all like attractive men, I myself am a good looking guy - boy next door type, no model, but I'd turn your head a little if I'd made an effort that day. I just like men. I don't care about age, colour, size, etc. For some reason I've always felt ashamed of that when with friends so I've never admitted it. I didn't need to admit to anything in the darkroom. I walk in and I'm blind. My eyes take forever to adjust and I can still only see towels hanging from silhouettes and hear anonymous moaning from the corners. I feel a swarm of hands feeling over me and I panic - it's too much. Fuck. What's a nice boy like me doing here anyway. I brush them away and leave the room. After a while I get cruised in the corridors and I accept an invitation from a guy, late thirties I guess, tall, dark hair, ok looking. We fuck and kiss, but it's a cold mechanical fuck and he can't kiss, one of those tongues that darts in and out really quickly - it's not good. He seems way more into it than me, but it gets me horned up and after a good sniff of poppers o just lay on my stomach and let him hammer away until he's done. He wears a condom throughout and he's careful when he pulls out to slide it off gently and put it in the bin, then he slaps my arse, kisses me and says thanks, before leaving. I'm less than satisfied. After a fumble in the gloryhole-cabins, I head back over to the darkroom, a bit more courage now that I've had a bit of cock and I'm seriously in need of more. I feel around, groping for he first cock I can find - nice and thick with a really bulbous bellend. It tastes of lube but that only occurs to me later. I feel hands from behind me, groping for my cock and arse and this time I don't stop them. I sniff my poppers as they continue to explore and I slide my mouth up and down on the thick meat in front of me, now oozing precum and dribbling with my spit. I hear spitting and feel wet fingers probing me but I let it happen, why wouldn't I? Eventually my towel drops from my waist and I fumble for it, throwing it over my shoulder. Fingers are deep inside me now and I can hear whoever is behind me sniffing poppers and groaning to himself. More fingers enter until there's 3, maybe 4 from two hands, the poppers are blurring it now and the guy on the end of the cock I'm eating is moaning louder and louder. I feel him swell and the fingers in my cunt slide more smoothly as one, in and out and I'm in ecstasy, when the meat in my mouth explodes and I lick, drink and suck every last drop like its my last meal. As he moves away, I lean forward, hands against the wall and I realise that it's not fingers now, it's cock. Raw cock. There's no condom, just skin on skin. My fingers stay at my hole feeling it slide in and out and hearing him moan and it's amazing, but I know I should stop it. I get worried he might cum. Inside me. Cum. Inside me. I panic and I lean forward so he falls out of me, but he continues to try and reenter and begins to grow forceful. I push him away and in a hurry, embarrassed and worried, I leave the room and head for the showers. I wander around for a while before trying the darkroom again. Within seconds I'm sucking another cock, pierced and it's all I can do to keep my teeth in tact as he plunges it in and out of my throat. And then suddenly I feel hands again at my hole and before I know it he's guiding his cock in. I'm still concentrating on making sure I keep all my teeth and the guys behind me is just forcing his way in - it's the same guy from earlier. I don't know how I know, I just do. Same cock. Same guy. And I can feel him in there raw. It stings as there's been no introduction, just whacked it straight up inside me. The guy I'm sucking grabs my shoulder and the back of my head and I can't move as he fucks my face aggressively and deeply. I hear the guy behind me shuffle forward as he enters me balls deep and begins to hammer away quickly. I know what he's doing. He's determined to cum inside me. I edge forward, as much as I can without choking, but he follows, slamming my cunt until my natural juices flow and I'm dripping. They're both groaning now and both getting faster and I'm stuck, bent over awkwardly, I want to stand up, but I can't. The guy behind me finishes first, thrusting himself as deep as possible and gripping my waist to pull me closer . He's making sure I've got it all. As he pulls out the guy in my mouth cums and I suck and drink up - it'd be rude not to. Fuck. I feel my arse, fingering it a little and sniffing my fingers, sticky and pungent. Cum. Fuck. Panic takes over again. Fuck. I don't even know who he is. I don't even know what he looks like. I literally don't know a thing about him. As I stumble out of the darkroom, a little unsteady on my feet from poppers and being bent over in the dark, several guys eye me as I come out - was it one of them? If so, they don't give themselves up. I head to the showers and clean myself up. It's done. I've got a stranger's raw load inside me. There's no going back. I dry myself off and walk through the corridors, my head still low. Do any of them know what I've just done? I throw my towel on to the plastic mattress in a cubicle and climb in and lay face down. Fuck it. It's not long before I hear my cabin door creak and then close, the bolt sliding it shit. Locked. I stay face down. It could be anyone. God only know what they want, but I wait face down and don't move, trying to stifle my breathing. I can feel myself tremble a little as a firm m, warm hand grips my buttocks and slides about my arse. I can tell that he's wanting with his other hand. He fingers my hole, still wet, ready lubed. He uses his thumb and forefinger to stretch it a little and rub it in all the right places. Then he stands up and moves forward. I don't want to see him. If I see him, it's real. Glue grips my hair and turns me to face him, sliding his cock straight into my mouth. It's semi hard. Shaven, cold like it's just been washed, but tastes fresh enough. I can't resists a glance up, but I can't make much out from the angle I'm at. I suck him until he's hard, relishing his cock like the good slut I'm becoming. He leans over while I continue, fingering me and pulling at my hole, before pulling away. He spits on my cunt and I can feel him dribbling more saliva on there too. He rubs his cock against my arse like he expects me to pull away, or tell him to put on a rubber. I should, but I don't. 'I'll let him play a little,' I think, 'then I'll tell him to put a condom on.' He takes my lack of reaction as the go ahead and slides himself in me bareback, groaning and relaxing as he moves every once deep into my cunt. I take a few big sniffs of poppers, lay my head on my towel, hands limp by my side and just lay there as he goes to work. He's hot and sweaty and I feel it dripping on me. It's disgusting, but it makes me hard and I want more. He leans with both hands on the small of my back as he works my arse. Sliding smoothly and rhythmically in and out, never quite withdrawing completely, he fucks me like he owns me and I let him. I don't move, save to take more poppers - I simply lay and groan. I feel him getting faster and faster and he presses harder on the small of my back, which makes me arch my back and lift my head. He's really pounding me now - he doesn't care what I feel. I hit the poppers again and he cums, panting, groaning, spurting his jizz in to my gut. He slows to a halt and stays there for a moment, before collapsing in me, for one me down, his sweat slick along my back and I feel for a moment like I can't breathe. As I start to push up his cock slips out and he climbs off me. I breathe deeply trying to clear my head from the poppers and he unlocks the door and leaves. I just lay there. My body is still, but I'm fraying on the inside. I'm coming apart. What have I done? I begin to rationalise. It's only two guys. You don't do it often. What are the chances of catching something? Questions flood my mind and I try to play them down but before I can address all of them another hand is crawling over me. I feel his towel, damp and heavy, drop across my feet and he climbs onto the mattress,'forcing my legs apart to make room. His fingers find my hole immediately and within seconds his short fat cock is in my and I can feel his beer gut leaning on my as he thrusts crudely, I gratefully into my sloppy hole. It doesn't take him long before he's done and he leaves. For some reason I'm hard again. I have the cum of three complete strangers, none of whom I've even seen, swimming around inside me and my 7" cock is solid, pressed hard against the now sweaty plastic wrapped foam mattress. 'I'll give it another minute,' I think, the. I'll go home. But it doesn't take that long for people to come in. I'm still lying flat, my head turned to face the wall. There are at least two of them. One immediately turns me to suck his cock. His body is tan, smooth and I can see tattoos and pierced nipples, a shaved head and a weathered face that doesn't give a shit. His cock is bound by a thick metal ring and I eat it like my life depends on it. The other guy(s) (I'm still not sure if it's one or two) play with my arse and I feel warm breath on my arse as a tongue begins to play me. I writhe in pleasure. My entire body feels electric. I don't know what they look like. I have no clue who they are. But in that moment I want both of them, all of each of them, on me, in me - I just want them. They swap places but the guy whose cock I've been sucking doesn't rim me. Instead he straddles me and pushes my legs together so he's either side of me. He pressed his bare cock to my hole and slides in slowly. The cum inside me is beginning to dry and my insides are a little tacky - he sort of kissers further inside me, letting out a relaxed grunt as his balls halt him from going further. I'm still going to town on his friends veiny meat, I shaved with pubes bouncing off my chin and tickling me, but I don't care, I want him pubes and all. After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulls out and slaps my arse with his cock and I feel his hands lift my hips so that I'm brought up on all fours, but carefully so as the cock I'm sucking doesn't spill out of my mouth. I feel the guy behind me sit up, levelling his cock to my cunt and then he begins. He thrusts inside me so deeply and with such rhythm that I can't tell if it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt or if it's hurting me but there's no time to think. The cock in my mouth is dripping precum and I lap it up, licking his balls and sack and the gap between his thighs and enjoying the fact that the cock couldn't possibly be any harder - it's solid. He mimics the other guy's earlier actions and takes it out of my mouth, slapping me on the cheek with it. The other guys pounds away until he ruts up high inside me, gripping the flesh around my buttocks so tightly that it hurts and he lurches forward making me feel as though I can taste his cock too. I have nowhere to go. While they swap places again, the guy who's just cum lets me clean him off - less lets me, more makes me, but I do it - it seems like I have to. It's not long before his friend cums and the pair of them leave, thanking me and laughing to themselves. I took many loads that day. I've been back many times since too. Let me know if you like and I'll post some more

Teenagers are already doing the worse nightmare of their parents, teachers, and other authorities: experimenting with sex. In my view, 90% of teenagers are interested in other teenagers and perhaps 5 to 10 percent are into older guys; That there are teenagers who are interested in older guys is proven by the number of posts on this site affirming the same. By teenagers I am referring to young adults who are post puberty and who have a natural interest in sex, some more than others. I am not advocating that teenagers start having sex with older people and 95% of teenagers would not be interested at all. However, 5% of people would be open to the idea, I believe, and perhaps 2 or 3% really interested, as well. Most states in the US allow 16 yrs old's to get a full driving license and many allow 14 to 15 yr old's to get limited licenses. If you can drive a car as a teen then you can definitely consent to sex — if that is what you want to do. If a 14 or 15 yr old with some kind of license driving a car gets into an accident are you going to say he is a minor and therefore cannot be held responsible for his actions? Some situations do require us to ignore the fact that the individual is a minor and look at his actions as an adult. Not all situations are the same, even if they appear to be so. When it comes to sex, there isn't a unanimous consensus on all issues. Was it just Austin's responsibility or does the 15 yr old in question share some responsibility as well? . Austin Wolf in an interview stated that he has been with over 7000 to 9000 people in the past 20 years¹. Did Mr. Wolf feel obligated to go along with this young man's request. Many men on gay apps are wankers and do not show up to meet someone. The fact that Mr. Wolf has consistently met men for sex, almost at the rate or twice a day for the past twenty years , shows how committed and loving he is. Perhaps as a sex performer, he just loves to give, and make people sexually happy. Could this young angel have heard of the reputation of Austin and taken advantage of it? I don't have all the details of the case, but from what I have read in the news report, there was another gentleman involved and Austin through the use of mobile technology (text or an app) enticed this guy to come to New York to have sex. He made the following statement to the judge: “In late 2023 or early 2024, I induced a 15-year-old to engage in a sex act, I don’t remember through text or [social media], but phones were definitely used. I know what I was doing was wrong”² Who is this other adult? If it was a text message, how did the two come into contact. I mean its not like Austin is a teacher and used his position to get young underage peoples number. It is actually more likely that the young angel contacted Austin rather than the other way around. May I ask, why did this young angel travel to another state to have sex with an Adult? Did he know that he would be breaking the law and put his sexual partner - the older guy- at substantial risk. Did he understand what he was fantasizing about and did, was a crime under the eyes of the law. I believe anyone who breaks the law willingly needs to face the consequences of it. If Austin is to been punished for breaking the law, so should this young angel— and be tried as a juvenile criminal. The counsel for Austin acknowledges that this is a complex case³ but I don't see him arguing that in front of the court. He seems to be a guy who does more of corporate cases and mentions some Industrial case that he is dealing with in his letter. Perhaps Austin would be better served if he sought a people's lawyer who has dealt with such real life and real people's issues. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ¹ [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.out.com/sex/austin-wolf-body-count ² [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://nypost.com/2025/06/20/media/ex-porn-star-austin-wolf-to-plead-guilty-to-child-porn-charges/ ³ [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.nysd.623918/gov.uscourts.nysd.623918.33.0.pdf [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.them.us/story/austin-wolf-justin-heath-smith-guilty-plea

I have quite a few tattoos and after many years decided to embrace the pig that I am. I live in the country with work, but travel to the city to head office often. I was due to go into the office for a week in the next month and decided that it was time to mark my place as the total pig bottom I am and get a pig tattoo on my arse. I did some shopping around and found a guy with a studio not far from where I was staying. It looked like he did some good work and while sexual orientation isn't necessarily an issue, I wanted a guy tattooing my arse. I emailed a few pics and after some suggestions and back and forth (daily) we agreed on a cheeky version of a pig. He asked where I wanted it and I said on my arse cheek. All of a sudden I didn't hear from him for a few days and thought he may have been a bit weirded out by it. Two days later I get an email from him: Sorry I took a bit to get back to you - it has been a bit busy and I wanted to float a suggestion back with you. In case you prefer to have something on both arse cheeks instead of one, what do you think of this on the opposite arse cheek. It was the word "Pig" in running writing and the tail of the "g" turned into an arrow. "And the arrow can point off toward your arsehole". I was so turned on and I emailed him back - yeah let's do it. He suggested his last appointment on the Friday afternoon the week I was down there, and I locked it in. I raced home at lunch time on the Friday and cleaned out as I wanted to make sure the whole area was clean and smelled ok since he was going to be working down there for a few hours. I turn up to a house and there is a sign with the studio name on it and direction down the side driveway to a shed/studio down the back. I rock up to the glass sliding door to see what must have been one of the sexiest men alive cleaning up after what must have been his last client. He was probably just under 6" tall, dirty blonde curly hair down to his shoulders normally but messily tied back. He hadn't shaven in a few days and had piercing blue eyes. He obviously worked out and was quite toned. He was wearing a white singlet with denim shorts. The singlet showed off his many tattoos and also he perfectly blonde hairy chest. I could see a healthy bulge in his shorts and he had glorious muscular hairy legs. I was lost looking at him when I hear him opening the glass sliding door. I was so mesmerized that I hadn't even registered him walking toward the door. "Hey buddy, I'm Sam. You Simon?". I responded with a whimpering "yes" as I tried to gain my composure. Sam was a confident as he was beautiful. He motioned me in and as I walked past him he grabbed my arse and massaged it and said "I've been looking forward to working on this all week". He had the sexiest, yet evil glint in his eye as he said it. After a quick chat about the tattoo, he said to get up in the table and lay face down. I did as he asked and pulled the back of my shorts down to expose my arse for him. "Mate, we are both men here and I like to have plenty of room to work. Take your pants and underwear off and lay on the table." I did as he asked and I was already starting to get hard. I was laying on the table face down and my cock was almost rock hard within seconds just thinking about this "god" touching my arse. Sam was moving around and getting things ready and just making normal small talk. He came up to the end my head was at to sort a few things out and turned around to point his crotch right at my face and leant over and rubbed my arse with his hand and said "These tattoos are going to look great here" He slowly caressed my arse cheeks whilst getting very close to my hole. I could smell his crotch which was basically in my face and I had to use every ounce of self control not to grab it. I swear I could see it growing. Finally he went back to my arse and soon enough he was tattooing the pig on my left arse cheek. Because of where it was his off hand rested near my arsehole and as he tattooed he would occasionally slide his little finger over my arse. I was getting so turned on my cock was leaking huge amounts of precum. He said "How does that feel? All ok?" I decided since he was not hesitating to flirt, that I wouldn't either. "It feels fine Sam! The tattoo is ok too". Sam chuckled "I thought and hoped so. The tattoo was a pretty good clue. Now that is out of the way and clear, we can really enjoy the rest of the tattoo." No sooner had he said it he licked his finger and went back to tattooing my arse and slid his little finger straight into my hole and kept it in there finger fucking me as he tattooed. I couldn't help myself and I shot a load under my stomach. "I'm almost done with the pig. Do you mind if we take a quick smoko break before I do the other one? Do you have to be anywhere tonight?" I responded eagerly and told him I had no plans for the night. When he finished he rubbed some cream on my tattoo and covered it and stood up. "Just throw your shorts on and we can step out for a quick smoke before do the next one." I stand up and he can see I have cum over myself. "I thought you might enjoy the extras during the tattoo. Let me clan up the mess". And he knelt down and starts licking all the cum off my stomach, getting some in his facial hair. I'm rock hard again and he swallows my cock and gives me the best head I have had in year. I don't last long before cumming in his mouth and he doesn't miss a drop. He stands up and I pull my shorts up and I can see he is almost bursting out of his shorts and a distinct wet patch at the end of a very thick 8" cock outline. Before I get a chance to do anything he leans in and kisses me and we share my load with tongues darting it back and forth till it is all gone. I place my hand on his cock through his shorts and he grabs me and says "We got all night man. You'll get it" and smiles and kisses me again. We step out and both share a smoke before going back in and he starts on the other arse cheek and tattoo. As with the first one, he spends the whole time fingering my hole whilst tattooing. "So you got nothing planned tonight you said?" I respond with no. He stops tattooing for a second and stands up and walks around to my head again. I look up at his blue eyes and he says "How about you spend it here with me and I give you all of this (and he grabs his huge cock) and if you stay the night and enjoy it I will give you a free tattoo in the morning." I think i responded "yes" before he finished saying it. When he finished the second tattoo, he tells me to relax and that we have all night and he buries his lightly bearded face in my arse and rims me like a pro. He comes up for air and says "I am assuming the pig tatts mean you like it wet, raw and bareback like a real pig". I respond with "The only way I take a cock is raw. No rubber goes near that hole". He responds, "perfect, I am going to really enjoy sharing all of myself with you then". He stands up and I hear him unzip his shorts and walk around to my head and there is a thick 8" cock in my face. "Get this wet. Tattooing your arse has me dripping and I need to let a load go right now". I am thinking he is going to blow a load in my mouth, but I only get a minute on his cock enough to get it wet before he walks back around and pulls me by my feet to the end of the bench leaving me bent over the edge and shoves his wet raw cock in me in one go. I catch my breath and before I know it he is bottoming out and I can feel his hairy balls slapping against my arse as he fucks me deep and hard. He is almost going wild fucking me and it is't long before I feel his seed flooding my insides and he is grunting like a pig and literally yelling "Take it, take it all". He slowly pulls out and pulls his shorts back up and says, "fucking hot! lets grab a drink and smoke". We step out and he grabs a few beers and we stand around and have a smoke and drink with the occasional snog in between. TBC....

During sex.... that means when I am fucking ass or pussy I love to look at my cock sliding in/up that hole. That makes my head spinning in thinking how sleazy the fuck smells and that my filthy and smelly bare cock is sliding up/in somebody his body bareback.... without any protection..... skin on skin mixing our body fluids. That my smell is taken over by that ass/pussy vice versa. That is why I love to do sloppy seconds, fuck dirty, fuck a smegma smelly female pussy too. Getting my cock and whole crotch covered in sex fluids and smegma cheese.

If you need a fag hole to use, mine’s open 🐷

I had just moved and after a long few days of heavy lifting, unpacking, rearranging and organizing I was feeling the need to unwind. I arranged with a couple of friends to go out and let off a bit of steam as it had been ages since we had all been dancing and drinking together. My boyfriend had decided that he just wanted to chill at home and that was fine by me, I could use some independent time. Saturday night finally came and I put on my usual attire, white t-shirt and jeans…I was never one for getting really dressed up especially since I intended on dancing the night away. I’m 5’10 and had honed my body to a lean and muscular swimmers frame. My friends all wanted to go to the city’s only gay club as it had better music. I don’t usually like the gay scene, I find it too fruity and I was much more of a guys guy, but I went along anyway. The night kicked off with dinner and drinks before we descended the stairs to the club and the usual heat and dark lighting invaded my senses immediately. I made my way to the bar and was met with a crowd of very young camp partiers and the older guys who were hanging out watching the scene. I got a few looks, eyes moving up and down my body, sizing me up. I ignored the glances and ordered my drink before heading off to find my group. A couple of straight mates had joined my girlfriends for the evening, undoubtedly trying to hook up with them, and I felt more at ease in their company than the throng gay guys crowding the terrace. The night wore on and we headed to the dance floor, just a big group goofing around, laughing and joking as the beats throbbed through our bodies. A guy I didn’t know had joined the group on an invite from my friend Melissa. He was a muscular, good looking guy and a surprisingly good dancer. He was putting the moves hard on Mel, so we all gave them a bit of space as they ground against one another on the dance floor, not wanting to interrupt the public foreplay in which they were engaged. Time flew past under the strobe lighting and gradually my group whittled down with my mates heading off at different times to go to other clubs and try their luck with the ladies. My girlfriends were all starting to head towards the door at about 3am. I decided to stay on as I had bumped into a few people I knew. Mel and the guy were off in a dark corner as I stayed on the dance floor. A couple of guys moved a bit closer and I ended up dancing with them, they were good guys and I told them I had a boyfriend so we just had fun gyrating to the music. A little while later Mel popped up and said in my ear that she was done. I asked her how it had gone with the guy and she said he had tried to get her to go off with him but she knew from experience that drunk guys are a dud lay so she declined. I kissed her on the cheek and we said our good-byes. At that time, guys around me were getting a bit handsy, moving closer and closer, their hands edging under my sweat drenched t-shirt. Even with a few drinks in me I knew it was time to go and politely extricated myself from the situation. I left the club and thought about grabbing a taxi but as it was only a few kilometres to my new place I decided to walk off the tipsyness I felt. I headed off in the homeward direction and a few hundred metres up the road I found the guy Mel had fobbed off sitting on the curb, he seemed pretty wasted, but he waved at me and I stopped. “Just heading home,” I said, “You ok man, need help getting a taxi?” “Na, was gonna walk home, I’m just across the park,” he pointed across the parklands towards the main road. “Cool man, am headed that way myself, let’s get you up.” I held my hand out to help him up. A firm grip met it and I hauled him to his feet. He was a big guy, mid thirties, 6’2 and had a physical labourer body, masculine and assured. We strolled down the road and, in between swigs of beer, he started talking about my hot girlfriend Mel and how hard he’s been trying to get with her. I laughed and said, “Get in line bud.” I knew I probably shouldn’t have but I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Waddaya mean? She giving it up to other guys?” he slightly slurred, he seems quite peeved at the idea. “No idea bud, but there are plenty of guys after her I would image,” I said trying to diffuse his annoyance. We crossed a main road and headed along the path through the parklands. I quickened my pace as it got a bit chillier in the dense foliage. “Na man, I reckon u know. She sluttin round while prick teasin me?!” it was a question and a statement at the same time. I moved slightly away, “Like I said mate I dunno anything, I haven’t seen her in ages and didn’t talk much to her tonight,” all of which was true. He adjusted himself in his jeans, “I’m so bloody hard for her man, and she was all over me, kept me boned all night and then she split.” He kept kinda rambling to himself about how much of a cock tease she is and how he was gonna give it to her good. I laughed a bit, “Yeh girls can be like that”. He rambled a annoyed agreement, still adjusting himself through his pant leg, “Yer girls are teases,” this comment more audible and coherent. The path had gone from paving to just dirt as we passed through the maze of trees leading to the big oval. Suddenly, in a quick movement knocked me over onto the grass. I fell to the side, narrowly missing hitting my head on the trunk of a tree. Sprawled on the ground I looked up at him. His broad shoulders obscured what little light there was in the thick bunch of trees and he towered menacingly above me, a glower on his face. “Girls are teases, but guys are easy.” My heart raced, and I went to get up, “What the f…” my words cut off as I moved my weight from my side and rolled to my hands and knees to push myself upright again, as a great weight pressed on my back and a hand yanked at the back of my jeans. “Hey, get the fuck off me maannnnn…” my words became muffled as the weight moved from my back to my neck and my face was pressed into the grass. The guy pushed my head hard and I felt the heat of his torso through my sweaty top. “Yeh guys are real easy,” he muttered into my ear, his body pressed over the back of mine. In a swift, rough movement my jeans tore and were yanked down to my bent knees by a very strong grip. I heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. “That lil bitch may not be taking it tonight, but you won’t b so lucky.” I struggled to free myself, pushing up with all my strength, my muscles straining. But he was much stronger with all of his weight bearing down on me. He chuckled a bit, “I like a struggle. Saw you teasing those guys on the dance floor tonight. You’re just like your bitch friend. Fucking tease!! You like a big raw cock? Bet u do! If you don’t, you’re taking mine anyway,” his deep voice was laced with aggression. “Please…” I started. “Begging for it already…knew you were a slut!” Spit hit my crack and slid down to my hole, one, two, three gobs. “That’s all your getting boy!” he stated as his muscular legs pressed against the inside of my thighs and pushed them wider apart, my jeans digging hard into my knees before giving way and sliding a further down my calves, my legs parting wider. I felt a great heat, like a hot iron rest along my crack. It felt like it was branding me. “Don’t…” I muttered into the grass, my head still roughly held there. “Too late bitch,” he sneered before his hips moved slightly backward then shoved brutally forward. My hole clenched, but his big slab pushed harder. I felt his leg muscle contract even more and he rammed hard. My eyes snapped wide as I felt my hole rip open around his giant head. My breathing became ragged and I went to cry out in absolute agony when a big hand snaked around my cheek and clamped firm over my mouth. My cry not heard, the rest of his monster was forced up my tearing chute, fast and hard. I couldn’t relax, every muscle in me tensed and my hole was spasmed firmly shut, as he drove the entire shaft into me to the hilt, burying himself pubes deep with sheer brute strength. I felt the cold scratch of the zipper being forced close to my hole as he laughed at my struggles and pain. “Urggh, fuck yeh, tight lil fucker aren’t ya! Bet ur boyfriend doesn’t fuck ya like this.” His hips retreated, removing the solid mass from deep in my gut, until I was almost empty, then firing back into my torn hole. “Yeh, ya need a real man fucking ya…come on” hand still clamp over my mouth he moved his other hand to grip my shoulder and pulled. My hole tore even more as his rod pushed deeper into my gut. I cried out into his palm as the veins in my neck strained. “Look at ya, bent over with a man’s cock up shoved up your ass, and you love it, don’t ya? Pretending to be a man, but I’m the man!” he shoved again for emphasis. “Can’t fuck a girl rough like this, but guys love it. They take it anyway I like! You sick bitch!” My ripped hole spasmed involuntarily,“Oh FUCK!” he yelled, obviously liking the feeling. He released my mouth and grabbed a fistful of hair as he started laying into my hole, pulling my head back and pushing down on the middle of my back, almost breaking me in two, repeatedly lodging himself as deep as he could go. He started building up a real pace, his big arms flexing and holding on tighter and stronger. My entire body was rocking, “Make me feel good slut, keep it tight, make me feel good.” He shoved a few fingers into my mouth, gagging me, as he pushed my legs painfully further apart. My ass clenched at the pain and he let out an “ah” while driving even deeper. “Oh yeh that’s it, make daddy feel good. Milk the dick. Yeh. So tight! Yeh. Squeeze my shaft. Yeh. You like my big dick ey? Ahhh” I grunted in response, pain searing through me as I was impaled again on his raw shaft, “You fucking love it!” I heard his words through perfect ears, along with my grunts, trying to take the rough spit fuck, my vision, distorted by tears. I felt like an arm had been shoved up inside me, the guy was huge and thick. “Getting close fag”, he grunted and pushed down on my back harder and gripped my hair tighter. He leaned over, his abs pressing into my lower back, so his lips were close to my ear, his hot breath moving over my cheek. “like this bitch, don’t ya? Like my ten incher, raping you..You fuckin lil fag, been gaggin’ for it all night! Man, your hole is tight, gonna get me off soon. Needa empty my balls. Gonna load you up pussy, take a real man’s load! You want my jizz, fucker?” I didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, I could barely breathe from the pain. “Answer me boy! You want my swimmers?!” he rammed his hips hard and rough as he said it, his thick shaft scraping along my insides. “Tell me!” He flung his hefty arm around my neck, bicep flexing as he squeezed, cutting off my air.” “I want it,” I squeaked, desperate for breathe. “Louder, whore…what do you want?” His muscular arm relaxed a little from around my neck so I could responded, “I want your big load,” “Where?” “Inside me, shoot it up my gut,” I felt sick, but I wanted it to end. He laughed, moved his arm and gripped my hair again. “Time to get you pregnant bitch!” He slapped my firm ass, making me flinch and my hole contracted as he completely withdraw then pushed me down and slammed the entire length back into me, putting his considerable weight behind his last thrust and taking all the air from my lungs. He bellowed a deep growl, “Take every drop cunt! Take the breed!” and with that I felt his cock swell and pump his cream into my gut, his grip tightened on my hips and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh as every muscles in his body tense violently. Huffing and grunting I counted 5, 6, 7 spurts, before he shoved again and collapsed over my back, his abs heaving, sweat pouring off his brow. He pushed himself up, still breathing hard and yanked his dick out of my still clenched hole with a pop. Standing up easily while I was prone on the ground, still in pain, he hefted his dick and put it back in his jeans. I rolled to my side, “Catch ya slut!” he offered as he turned and swaggered off into the thick of trees and out of sight.

It was the weekend, and I was out on the town. I decided to drop in on my high school Pal. He started hustling at 18, and loves every minute of it. Says it's the best money he's ever made. It's not the most secure job in the world, but the benefits are immense. He doesn't think he'll make it to 30, so he does just what he wants. I asked how his week had gone. One married man and a couple Fags. He said the married guy fucked him in their conjugal bed while wifey was out of town. He'd decided to give the Bi a break (since he'd neglected to mention he has AIDS) and stayed the night. The Bi had desperately needed a Hot Teen Boy to fuck, and may have gotten a wee bit more than he'd bargained for. (My Pal plans to remain a Teen for at least another 2 years.) We talked at length about some of the younger dudes and some of the older used up Pussy (including my Pal). These boys are usually addicted to sex or drugs or both. Many are POZ. He tricked at the Pit two weeks ago. The John wanted a Hot Boy to fuck. My Pal got all chemed-up, forgot about his Trick, and fell asleep in the Sling Room. He took a dozen Loads. Cum was literally pouring out of him, so he got down on hands and knees to lap it up. I checked out a couple bookstores. The Pleasure Chest attracts all kinds. I hooked up with a trucker who looked and smelled like he never bathed. He bent me over and, before sliding in, shoved some party stuff up my Ass. Felt real nice. We quickly gained an audience, and I took half a dozen Loads. I love being bent over and stuffed with Cock. I'm not the least bit choosy, and suck, and get fucked by, whoever cums along. "Got a Special Gift for you," one Creep whispered in my ear. "Yeah, whatever." I wasn't impressed. I was probably the one POZZING most of them. I just kept taking Cum till the Dudes were spent, pulled up my pants, and left. I farted as I walked along. I ducked into a doorway and stuck a finger up my Ass. I hate being dirty. I know it turns some guys on, but I prefer being clean. I walked past some street urchins. One whistled and yelled to get my attention. It's exciting being a Harlot of the Night. I tried it a few years back. You never know who or what you're gonna meat. Plus the money can be spectacular—providing you fuck raw. I stopped at The Station. I hadn't planned on staying long, but it was packed. I headed to the back room where a guy demanded I suck his Cock. His Dick had lumps all over it, but I sucked it nonetheless. I ended up taking another 15 Loads, give or take a few. Sometimes I lose track. It was almost 4 a.m. by the time I reached The Pit. I passed several Leather Men on their way out. One of them whistled as I passed. "Nice Ass!" 'Pity he's leaving,' I thought to myself. He had lots of tats and looked real sleazy—my kinda guy. Still, guys like him are a dime a dozen that time of night. The first thing I noticed was the still large crowd. I tried to get into one of the G.H. Booths, but all were all occupied. One guy told me that in the corner booth a POZ Dude was whoring out his Boyfriend’s Ass. The Boy had already taken dozens of Loads. I wondered what the Kid looked like, but my Ass twitched. I needed Cock. I headed to the Sauna and stumbled into an Orgy—guys sliding up Ass and screwing mouths all over the place. I had some drug-fucked young Twink slither up to me and say that he adored my Butt. Tit for tat I slipped behind him and shot my Load up his cum-drenched Ass. An older Dude was playing with himself. I dropped to my knees to go down on him when he turned around. I dug my tongue into his hairy Pussy and chowed down on his Ass Lips. He was none too clean; but as the saying goes, 'If you can get past the smell....' Actually, I love all Ass, dirty or clean. I didn't used to, but I do now. Trading places, he screwed his Cock deep up my Ass before shooting a huge Load. Even with all the Spooge already in me, I felt him Cum. He slipped me a few love pills and walked off. Two older men were ravaging a young guy who'd passed out near the door. It was hot watching them fuck the senseless Youth. I noticed the BIO-TAT on the Fucker's arm. “WAY TO GO, MAN!“ I fucked the Fucker, while his Partner shot down Junior's throat. I slapped BIO-TAT on the Ass and reamed Junior myself. I headed to the john. Shit, it was packed! I had trouble working my way amongst the fucking, sucking bods, so I had to stay awhile. I maneuvered for a little space as countless Cocks explored my Crack and hands groped for my Balls. I inched toward the exit and the dormitory sector. Guys in rooms with doors flung open were begging to be fucked. A really chemed-up Dude came up to me and started eating out my Hole—right there in the corridor. Meanwhile, I sucked off a mustached Dude who pushed my head down in his Crotch. My motto: Never Pass Up Good Cock! In one room a Black Daddy fed his Ass to a Young Fem. After a few minutes the Daddy demanded, "Eat my Shit, Kid. Suck those Turds!" I would have stuck around to watch the Youngster turn brown; but suddenly felt queasy, and I'm no prude! I remembered the POZ Dad who was whoring out his Son and headed back to the Glory Holes. I entered an adjacent Booth and spied the Youth, face pressed against the Glory Hole across from me. He's was indeed a beauty—soft, silky skin; arrow-straight Cock glistening with Cum; reddish-blonde Pubes obscuring sex-starved shriveled Balls; a mop of thick red hair which screamed DYED, BLO-DRIED, AND PERMED; and blonde body fuzz which gave the Youth a surreal, air-brushed air. The POZ Dude (a Leather Daddy I didn't know) put his face against the Hole. "WANNA CHARGE UP MY BOY?" “YEAH," I replied. According to the Daddy, the Kid was new to the scene, and Daddy was merely fulfilling his patriarchal obligation to make sure the Youth got bred. "You POZ?" Daddy inquired. "None of your business." "I am. Turn around." I didn't need a second invite, and his Cock was up my Ass. It hurt like hell, despite all the other Loads I'd taken. I've neglected to mention his mammoth P.A. As nimbly as he'd entered me, he pulled back out and tore into my Hole with his nails. My masochistic side drooled at the damage he was inflicting, even as I cried out in pain. Satisfied that I'd been properly prepped, he slammed back up my Ass. I was close to passing out, but kept sniffing Poppers to give me an adrenaline boost. My head swam all the more. After God knows how long, he shot one humungous POZ Load up my Ass. God, so much Jizm! When he pulled out a juicy glob of Spooge plopped to the tile. I knelt down and licked it up. As if on cue, the Kid turned and smiled in my direction. It was hilarious cause he looked so out of it—till I realized I must have looked the same to him. "Wanna suck and fuck me, Mister?" he asked, glancing at Daddy for approval. The Boy was so good-looking and tight , I had no problem spewing Bullets up his Ass, despite all my other fucking. Then, for good measure, I rammed my fist up his Ass and twisted. "Uhhhhhhhh!" the Boy winced, squealing in pain. "Stings a little, doesn't it, Boy?" I knew if the Dumb Slut didn't feel so good right then, he'd feel twice as bad by morning. The Youth turned and fed his Cock to me through the Hole, and I sucked his NEG (?) Load down my throat. Daddy invited me join them in their booth while he went off in search of other prey; and I spent the next few hours pimping out his Son. Thanks to all the horny Diehards who'd hung around, by 11 A.M. the Boy could hardly walk. Daddy and I each grabbed an arm and dragged him to their car. Daddy dropped me off at home, where I slept a sound and dreamless sleep till I awoke—ERECT AGAIN.