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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!

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

I had to fly ASAP for work and the only flight was through a quick connection in Berlin, so I reluctantly booked it and hoped for the best. Unfortunately (or maybe?) there was a delay and I had about to wait in the airport till the issue was fixed and continue the journey. Before I took off my partner and another guy destroyed my hole and flooded my guts with 5 loads that they plugged me so I could feel them sloshing during the flights. This only makes me horny and I was gagging for some more loads as I was waited in a large suite at the lounge, getting myself drunk while waiting. naturally I fired up the apps but nothing but flakes and keyboard wankers were hitting me. That was until I got a message from a blank profile, normally I don't bother but I was bored and drunk so I opened to read. Jackpot! it was a hot couple, black and hot in their mid 20's, athletic bodies with 2 hung and thick cocks! I invited them to come over the lounge and used my points to allow them grant them plenty to the VIP lounge and walked them to the suite, they seemed a bit nervous but way hotter in person! as soon as the door was shut behind us I stripped to my jockstrap and they immediately took off all their clothes, showing their amazing bodies and large cocks! They must've been 11-12 inches and couldn't speak English very well but it didn't matter, since we formed a 3-way kiss and I was soon on my knees servicing their cocks deep in my throat, taking them all the way to my stomach before I suggested we go to the bed and continue the fun there. one laid down for me to suck as the other came behind me and started playing with my plugged hole till he popped it out to see my loose hole filled with cum, he got so turned on and told to his partner how wet I am before I felt his cock head on my hole. I was already so turned on and wet from the loads I took that I just eased myself all the way, taking his cock to the root up my hole. I had both their cocks deep in my hole as I heard the guy behind me gasping and his partner telling him to fuck me. and oh boy did he fuck, from just being still in my hole to a rough pounding in a split second! I was moaning like a good whore around the cock in my mouth and took the pounding I was given like a champ as they both talked dirty to me in German. Oink! after about 10 minutes of non stop animalistic fuck I felt my hole getting more stretched as I felt him unload rope after rope after rope of cum deep inside. He must've cummed a gallon before he finished and took out his cock! I instinctively turned around, sat on his partners cock to the base and took the cock that was glistening from my loaded hole in my mouth to taste all the cum and clean his cock. I was again getting my hole pounded and my mouth continues sucking him back to rock hard as his partner roared and flooded my hole with yet another load. he pulled out and the guy I was sucking laid next to him so I positioned myself ontop and sat my hole on his cock and used my spent muscles to massage his cock, that drove him wild and he started to pace himself into a good fuck as I was cleaning the other guys cock as well. then I had an idea and asked if they wanted to DP my hole, their eyes lit up like it was Christmas and both yelled in agreement lol I positioned myself on the cock behind me so his partner could join and fill my begging hole. I just fucking love the tight squeeze at the beginning before the second cock head pops in my hole!! and soon after they got into a rhythm and both fucked my stretched hole, starting slow and steady, turning into a contest between them for who's pounding harder and deeper, while my hole was making sloshing noises from the loads haha it took about 20 minutes before they both roared and dumped 2 fresh loads in my hole i was spent and we collapsed on the bed as a sweaty pile of bodies smelling of cum and sex. One of them needed to piss so I suggested we all take a shower, and soon as we got in I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and nodded at him, he took the hint and started pissing in my mouth I obediently drank it all till the last drop till he pulled out his hardening cock so I could swallow his partners piss load as well 🐷 after I had drank both till the last drop we opened the tap and started showering under the hot water, chatting a bit and feeling each other up with our soapy hands till one of them felt up my hole again and started fingering me, 1, then 2, 3, 4 went in easily and I kept begging for more before his fist was lodged up my hole! He played in me a little before pulling out letting his partner fist me to a bit before I came handsfree with his arm deep in my guts! that got them both rock hard again and as soon as he pulled his fist I was lifted on on g their cocks as the second pushed in my well spent hole into another quick double fuck till they rewarded me with another load each. As my feet touched the ground again I leaned over to clean them both and we quickly finished showering. As I got out I saw I had a missed call and looked at the time, 2 hours had gone by and I had to rush to my flight hehe they plugged my hole back with the plug I had with me before we parted ways. as I walked outside I saw a couple men that worked there smiling at me. Apparently the walls are very thin and everyone heard my loud moans lol I just smiled back, hoping next time they all join in as I was making my way to my flight. one of the flight attendants gave me a wicked grin as I was seated in my first class cabin and I knew it's going to be a fun 8 hours flight...

Part 9 I can’t believe that out of all the hot poz guys here, Chad is the one, who was chosen to fuck me. After we arrived at the resort, which was fully booked by our group, we had to take a test to determine our status. Sadly, I am still neg, even after weeks of fucking poz guys in all varieties, but I wasn’t the only one. There were four other men, who were neg, but shared the desire to be pozzed. Michael, a French bodybuilder in his late 40s and self-described power bottom has been to this tour for three years but never managed to get the bug. His husband Alexander has been poz for over a decade now, but Michael just seems to be immune, the poor guy. Then there was Benji, a mid-20 something Latino man, who has been chasing for over a year. His best friend is a freshly pozzed guy named Sam, who got the bug on this tour last year. Lastly, there was Liam, the ‘sugar daddy’ of Chad, but that description is ridiculous as he is younger than me, just turned 30. Those three and I were the neg guys, who needed to be introduced to the poz way, and apparently, that meant being fucked by the youngest poz guy around. Of course, Chad, being the youngest of the group chose me without hesitation. As I wanted to protest Mark whispered to me to stay calm as I was not allowed to refuse him. So, after the other youngsters have chosen their neg holes, all of them needed to go to a room accompanied by at least two other men of the group. In the end I found myself in the cabin of Chad with Mark and Fred, another mid-30-something Latino and apparently friend of Chad, watching us. Chad ordered me to strip for him, and I did as I was told, but focused my gaze mostly on Mark, who encouraged me to keep going by taking his cock out and stroking it. Fred took a phone out of his pocket and started recording or taking photos, I don’t mind being filmed, so this didn’t bother me at all. After a few minutes only my cock was still covered by small silver thong – originally a surprise for Mark – Chad pulled my down on his lap, his cock hard through his pants. He switched our positions, sat me on the chair and started to strip for me now. He started with his pants, which confused me, but as he finally took of his T-Shirt, I knew why he kept it for last: a new vibrant biohazard tattoo marking his stomach. I am so mesmerised by the tattoo, that it takes me a moment to realise Chad is positioning his cock at my mouth. My mind comes back to reality, but the tattoo has driven all hesitations away and with a primal urge I push myself against his cock and take all of it in my mouth, precum hitting my tongue. Chad’s cock really is lovely, it is big and girthy without being threatening, I have to admit, this cock could fuck me all day in and out. While I suck Chad off, I lose all feeling for time and space, being yanked to the bed and suddenly penetrated by this hot poz cock. Chad changes our positions forcefully and a little clumsy, but he finally finds a good rhythm, when I am on all fours and he is thrusting relentlessly inside me. Mark is now watching us with lust and envy, while Fred keeps pointing his phone at us. ‘Smile, you little neg bitch, this is the moment you get converted, enjoy it’ Fred yells. Even as I despise him instinctively a smile shows on my face, a smile I see in the mirror on the opposite wall full of lust, hunger and ecstasy. The words of Fred turn Chad on, and his cock starts to flex inside me. With a loud, guttural moan he shoots his toxic poz load inside me, collapsing on top of me. ‘That was great Thomas… I hope my seed is the one converting you.’ The he gets closer to my ear, whispering ‘you would be carrying a fabulous strain as your little brother is fucking my gift giver at the moment’ I was too exhausted to register all the words, but Mark heard them and looked bewildered. ‘Tony? Do you mean Tony pozzed you?’ Mark asked perplexed. ‘Yes, exactly, he was the only guy I was hooking up with the last months, despite Luke of course, so I guess if this knock up worked, we will become quite the poz family.’ Now I am lying in my bed, Mark beside me and we both are talking about Chad, Tony and Luke. But our discussion is interrupted by a phone call from Luke. ‘Hey, little brother, what’s up?’ ‘I got a picture from Chad a few minutes ago, how was that dick the second time?’ I am unsure if he is angry or teasing, so I decide to pretend all is good. ‘You know, Chad really is a great fuck, but I would have loved to be poz-fucked by someone else today. Are you angry?’ ‘Angry? No, don’t worry about it. It’s sex, Tony and I talked about it, he fucked him too a few months ago, apparently, he might have given him the bug.’ ‘Yeah, Chad told me. I am still neg, so if I convert because of this fuck, Tony would be my gift giver too.’ ‘Well, that would be crazy. Maybe we both will be brothers carrying the same strain of HIV, wow that would be hot.’ ‘Luke, that would be great, but at the moment I am not even sure, when it finally will happen for me. I have been fucking poz guys for weeks now and nothing.’ ‘Hey, don’t be a downer, remember, you gave me the article about bug chasing and what was one of the main key points?... it can take months or years to get the gift.’ ‘You’re right little brother, but how is it on your end? Are you okay with being off PrEP?’ ‘It is wild, I am horny all the time, today I took a couple of anon poz loads at the beach and it felt so exhilarating, so right. This is the right path for me; I am a full-blown bug chaser now.’ ‘That’s great to hear. I feel it too, you just become more alive, more yourself.’ ‘Exactly, now we just have to see, who will be poz first of the two of us.’ ‘Well, may the best slut win’ Luke laughs and then we end the call, I turn to Mark, who has fallen asleep. I turn of the light, snuggling myself into a hug with him, while the cum of Chad slowly starts to drop out of my hole.

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

Let me tell you a little story about those two boys; they invited me for a "fishing trip," and I believed them. Jack and Ryan were the kind of sophomores every freshman notices: easy laughs, sun-browned arms, always together. I’d been finding excuses to sit near them in the dining hall all semester. Fortunately for me, Ryan sucked at chemistry, and that gave me my in. After a while we became friends, and one day they invited me up to the lake for the long weekend. My stomach flipped so hard I almost said no from pure nerves. Fortunately, I had the balls to say yes. The weekend away with Jack and Ryan felt different from the start. This was a chance to escape the concrete hum of the dorms for the quiet rhythm of water and the woods. The three of us piled into Jack's truck, the bed filled with the sharp, clean scent of new gear and the promise of a weekend unscripted. We arrived at dusk, built a fire, the water a bruised mirror of the sky. Setting up camp was a comfortable dance, our movements syncing in the fading light, a silent collaboration. The tent was big enough for three sleeping bags side-by-side, and I silently pretended that was normal. As the fire settled into a crackling heart of orange and red, Ryan (the one in the white shirt) produced a bottle of whiskey. Its warmth, a slow burn spreading through my chest. Jack, ever the pragmatist, followed with a cooler of Pabst Blue Ribbon, the sweat on the cans beading like morning dew. The conversation grew looser, the laughter easier, punctuated by the hiss of cans being opened and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Everything felt normal until it didn’t. It was Jack who broke the spell of camaraderie. He stood up, stretched, and without a word of excuse, turned his back to the fire and pissed right in front of me. He didn't turn away in embarrassment, or even make an attempt at being private. He just walked a few feet from the firelight, his movements relaxed and open. There was no aggression in it, only a simple, animal honesty. I watched, not with shock, but with a sense of wonder at his comfort in his own skin. Ryan noticed. He was always noticing me, but his look wasn't calculating; it was gentle, questioning. He rose and joined his brother, and in that moment, it felt like they were inviting me into their world, a world without pretense. Their silhouettes framed by the firelight tempted me like never before. An unspoken challenge hung in the air, thick as the smoke. I don’t remember deciding to stand, only that I was on my feet. My hands trembled on my zipper. I couldn't go, not with them watching. "It's okay," Ryan murmured. "Just breathe." Jack reached over, his fingers brushing my arm. The touch was so light it was almost a question. Something deep inside me unclenched. The sound that came out was a sigh, followed by the steady hiss of my piss hitting the ground. It was the most liberating moment of my uptight life. It felt stupidly intimate, the three of us in the dark. The sound of it loud, as it sprayed against the leaves. When I finished, Ryan stepped closer, his hand finding mine. His skin was warm, his grip firm. He guided my hand down, placing it on his cock. A current ran through me, a jolt of pure, terrifying exhilaration. Jack moved to my other side, his fingers tracing the line of my spine. The firelight danced on the skin of our legs, turning us into creatures of shadow and flame. Jack began to stroke me, his touch clinical, detached, and my body betrayed me, hardening under his expert manipulation. They knew. They had known all along. My pants felt heavy, useless, and they pooled at my ankles without a thought. I sank to my knees, not from desire, but from the sheer weight of their will. It was easier to submit than to fight. When Ryan put his cock in my mouth, it was an act of possession which I relished. Tasting salt and fire smoke, the raw, unvarnished truth of the moment. A small brown bottle appeared under my nose, Ryan's voice a low murmur, "Breathe." The sharp chemical scent cleared my head, sharpening every sensation until all that was left was the fire, the earth, and the three of us. The little brown bottle was a tool, a chemical key to unlock the final door of my resistance, to ensure I was pliant and willing for whatever came next. The world narrowed to a pinprick of light, the sounds of the night fading into a dull roar. I was an instrument, and they were the players. I answered by curling my fingers around him, feeling him respond to my touch. Jack knelt beside me, his hands stroking my hair, his lips peppering my neck with soft kisses as I took Ryan deeper into my throat. It wasn't a performance; it was exploration. It was an embrace, pure and simple. It was an act of my surrender to a feeling, not a force. Again the bottle was offered to me, this time without pressure, a suggestion to "make it feel even better," and the rush was a wave of pure sensation that washed away any lingering self-doubt. Choking on Ryan's cock with tears pooling around my eyes, Jack found my hole and started to probe. My moans betrayed me as they grew louder with his continuing advance into me. With a subtle command from Ryan motioning me to rise, the three of us moved together toward the tent, leaving our clothes behind like discarded inhibitions, breadcrumbs to our night. The zipper of the tent had barely closed behind me before Ryan pushed me down onto the sleeping bags, the chemical rush from the bottle still burning through my veins like liquid fire. My head spun in the best way—every heartbeat throbbing in my cock, every one of my nerves screaming for more. Jack was already on his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks with rough hands. I felt the cool night air hit my hole for only a second before his tongue was there—hot, wet, relentless—rimming me like he’d been starving for it. I moaned around Ryan’s cock, the sound muffled and filthy, drool running down my chin as Ryan fucked my throat, slow and deep. “Fuck, he tastes so good bro,” Jack muttered, his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me down until my nose pressed against his brother's pubes. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and smoke still clung to all three of us, mixing with the sharp tang of sex in the confined space. Jack pulled back just long enough to spit on my hole, then he slid two fingers in without warning. I bucked hard, choking on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan only laughed low and held me down, forcing me further into my natural desires of submission to them. The brown bottle appeared again—Ryan uncapped it and held it under my nose while Jack worked a third finger inside me. “Deep breath, freshman.” I inhaled hard. The rush hit like a ton of bricks, my hole relaxed instantly, greedy and open. I pushed back against Jack’s hand, like a slut in heat. Jack didn’t make me wait long. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I withdrew my mouth from Ryan's cock, looked back at Jack, and said, "No, man, I want to feel you fuck me." Jack smiled as he slicked up his cock with lube. Then the pressure—thick, blunt, perfect. Jack’s cockhead breaching me, stretching me further open inch by slow inch while Ryan fucked my face in rhythm. I was stuffed from both ends, helpless and drooling and loving every second of it. Like the faggot I always jerked off to being one day. They took turns after that. Jack pounding my ass until I saw stars, Ryan choking me on his cock until tears ran down my face, then switching—Ryan’s thicker cock splitting me open while Jack fed me his balls, making me lick and suck, worship them like the needy little faggot I’d just discovered I was for them. At some point they flipped me onto my back. Ryan folded me in half, knees to my chest, and slammed in so deep I felt him in my throat. Jack straddled my face, grinding his sweaty ass down onto my tongue while teasing the head of my leaking cock in time with Ryan’s thrusts. I came first—hands-free, untouched, just from Ryan’s dick nailing my prostate and Jack’s hole smothering me. My orgasm ripped through me like a seizure, cum splattering across my stomach and chest in thick ropes while both of them laughed and called me their “freshman faggot slut.” They didn’t stop. Ryan pulled out and shot across my face, thick streaks painting my lips and cheeks like a cheap whore. Jack followed seconds later, adding his load to the mess, marking me inside and out. I lay there wrecked and trembling, covered in cum and sweat, while they kissed lazily above me—tongues tangling, hands roaming, like they’d done this a hundred times before. Eventually Ryan reached for the whiskey bottle, took a swig, and poured a splash across my chest. Jack leaned down and licked it off my skin, slow and filthy. “Welcome to the club, bro,” Jack breathed, his lips brushing mine, his stubble scraping like sandpaper as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste the whiskey and a mixture of our cum. I passed out between them sometime after, sticky, wrecked, and happier than I’d ever been in my life. Let me know if you want me to continue this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting the top picture.

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"

Part 4: There I was, caught talking to Chad, my boyfriend's friend, and another guy whose name I didn't know, right outside the beat where I'd just taken one load in my throat and two in my ass. All three anonymous and none of them belonging to my boyfriend, who I was supposedly in a monogamous relationship with. Had he seen where I'd just come from? I know he's been there before, so he knows it's a beat. My brain was working overtime trying to figure out what to do and how much did this guy know. "Did you have fun in there?" he asked me, glancing back towards the dingy toilet block. "What do you mean?" I asked back, trying to be coy and innocent. "Cut the crap. We both know that place is a beat and no one goes there unless they're looking for a hook up. I know you hooked up in there. Does Nate know you visit these places?" "Oh. Yeah. I was just curious, that's all. I used to visit before I met Nate, but then stopped, obviously. I just went back today out of curiosity to see if guys still go there. It was empty, so I think it might be dead. I wasn't going to hook up anyway, of course, even if someone else had been there. And no, Nate doesn't know I was there, but there's nothing for him to know about it anyway." "Wow. That's almost convincing. I almost believe that you didn't just hook up with at least 3 random guys in a seedy beat." "What!? 3 guys? I would never do that" "Don't be stupid. I know because I was in the toilet block. George and I heard you sucking off some random dude. This is George, by the way. I don't think I've introduced him to you. Then we both went into the cubicle after the guy you sucked off left, and you sucked George's cock through the hole, then he fucked you and then I fucked you. Both of us fucked you bareback, and you had no idea who we were. I knew it was you because I watched you go in." I just stood there, I didn't know what to say. I think I was about to faint or cry or both. I was supposed to be monogamous and I failed, and now I'd been caught. There was no sense lying now, he knew what I'd done. I think Chad knew I was about to have a panic attack and he just said "It's cool, relax. I'm not going to tell Nate. I like Nate, and I'm a bit pissed off that you're cheating on him, but I also think he's a fool for wanting a monogamous relationship anyway. Plus, I enjoyed fucking you. George did too." George hadn't said much until this point, unless you count his loud comments while we were on opposite sides of the glory hole earlier, and said "Fuck yeah man, my cock wants to get back in your hole. Did you cum yet?" I replied "Uhh, thanks, and yeah, I shot my load while Chad was fucking me." It felt weird to say that. Weird to give a name to the load inside me after I'd taken it anonymously, but somehow also hot. George seemed sad at my reply, saying "Damn, I'm horny again and my cock wants to shoot another load inside you" Chad answered for me "That's not a problem, the beat's still there, so why don't you two go back in and fuck again?" I was a bit nervous now. What this a trap? George has a nice dick, but this seemed like a step too far into my cheating lifestyle. I said that I probably should head home, and maybe another time would be ok. Chad stopped me in my tracks and said "Go back in and take George's load, it's rude to leave him horny". With that, George took my hand and practically dragged me back to the toilet block. I guess I was committed now and I'd go home with another load from George in my guts. I figured I had no choice, so once we'd entered the block, I headed straight for the cubicle that I'd been occupying earlier. George pulled my arm and said "No, not there. I'm going to fuck you in the open area. It's more fun." He bent me over the sink, pulled my pants down, and freed his already hard cock. With the cum already inside me, it wasn't difficult for him to slide in. Cum is a great lube. A few slow strokes and then he was fucking me hard, pounding away. He was loud this time too. I wondered if he was able to fuck and keep his voice down. Practically yelling "Fuck yeah, take my bare cock" and "I'm going to fill you up with my cum" and "You're such a slut, taking anyone bareback". I quietly whispered to him to keep the noise down, someone might hear and we'd be caught. He paused his fuck for a moment, lent over so that his mouth was right next to my ear, and whispered "Fuck yeah, I want to get caught. That's why I do it." and with that, resumed fucking me, and resumed his loud dirty talk. I was terrified that we'd be caught. I knew that Chad was outside, but I didn't know if he'd do anything if someone else approached, and with us fucking near the hand wash sinks, would we even have time to cover up anyway? I didn't have to wonder any longer. George's wish and my fear came true. We were caught. An older, short, stocky guy walked into the toilet block and came face to face with a fuck session. I couldn't move, George had me pinned, and George kept fucking as if he preferred it with an audience. The older guy watched for a bit, and I guessed that he was there to cruise, so at least I didn't think he'd call the police or anything like that. He watched as George grunted, pushed in hard, and yelled "fuck yeah, take my load" and blasted his cum deep inside me. He waited for a few moments and then pulled out, a few globs of his cum (or maybe Chad's?) fell out of my ass and into my pants. Shit. I'd have to sneak them into the laundry later. The older guy said to George, "That looked like fun. I think you left a big load inside him" and George replied "Fuck yeah. He has a nice tight ass. Do you want a turn?" Neither of them seemed concerned about asking me what I wanted. The older guy answered "don't mind if I do", and pulled out his cock. It was built like the rest of him, short and stocky. I froze in place, but with George's hand firmly on my shoulder I didn't think I had a choice anyway. The short stocky cock was lined up behind me and he started to push in. George asked him "Did you put a condom on?" the older guy froze and said "Oh, no. I saw you fucking him bareback and just assumed. I don't have one anyway. Should I stop" George replied "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. You can fuck him bareback too. As long as you agree to one condition" "What's that?" "You have to promise to cum inside him" "Fuck yeah. I promise" and he pushed in quickly, and fucked quickly. It wasn't the most enjoyable fuck for me, but I didn't really have a choice anyway, so I just let it happen. He didn't last long and soon I felt his cock thicken and with some breathing that made me concerned that he was about to have a heart attack, he stopped and pulled out. He looked at George and said "I kept my promise. Thanks for letting me fuck him" and with that, he was out the door and on his way. He never really acknowledged me at all. I was finally allowed to pull my pants up and George and I left the beat. Chad was still waiting for us outside, and asked how it was, and mentioned that he'd seen the older guy approaching and hoped that I'd serviced him too. George told him that I'd been good and now I had 4 loads in my ass from 3 different guys and that I was a good slut. It was time to go home, and as I left, Chad just called after me "Let me know next time you're slutting around and I'll come and help" I think I have to admit to myself now that I'm not very good at monogamy. I just hoped Nate wouldn't find out.

Thursday night - 8 pm. I turn to Drew and smile at him. He looks at me a little sheepishly, eyes glazed over from the G he drank earlier. Kid looks fucking happy and dreamy. “Drew, I want you to watch what I do. Okay? I want you to know what’s happening each step of the way. You follow?” “Yessir.” His answer made my dick leak a little in my jeans. Seeing a boy so willing and open gets my juices going. I’ve done my fair share of corruption. But once in a while, having someone willing to explore and find their chemmed-up piggy side without too much fuss is fucking awesome. You can just enjoy the show as they discover themselves. “This is Tina. Crystal. This is going to make our time together even hotter. You understand?” “Yessir.” “Good. This is really good dope. It’s going to make you feel so good and so very horny. I’m going to take some out of this bag and break it up. It’s going to go into this glass pipe. There are different kinds of pipes in the drawer, but let’s start with this one. We’ll get to the others later.” “Some people use the long end of the glass pipe to scoop up the broken bits from the bag. Or you can use a piece of folded paper. You pour the broken shards onto the paper and then slide the crystals into the pipe. Whatever way you do it, I want you to always pay attention. Don’t spill any. If you crush it too fine, just leave it in the bag, and we’ll do something else with it. I prefer to have shards this size in the pipe. You follow?” “Yessir.” “Listen to the sound of Tina going in the pipe. You’re going to love that sound, Drew. Just hearing it will make your heart race. Now, hold the pipe between your fingers, and I’ll show you how to use the torch.” “It’s a simple click, but the key is not to get it too close to the pipe. With your other hand, you’re going to bring the torch up to the ball. Remember, not too close, then slowly melt the crystals. As soon as you see wisps of smoke, turn away from the pipe and exhale the air from your lungs. Then I want you to bring the pipe up, close your pretty lips around it, and inhale. Keep going until you can’t breathe anymore. Got it?" Drew knows how to follow instructions well. He takes the pipe and keeps breathing until he turns to me and indicates he can’t take in any more smoke. I nod and encourage him to keep inhaling. “You can do it, boy. Keep going. Make your daddy and uncle proud.” He did one more inhale through his nose and sucked up the smoke. “Okay, go ahead and slowly blow it out.” Drew blows out a huge cloud and has a bright smile on his face, knowing he just did a great job. He watched the clouds drift in the air, mesmerized. We don’t rest on our laurels, though. “Not bad. I want you to do it four more times and try to get bigger and bigger clouds. Make it really thick. As soon as I say that, I put my hand on his right leg and rub the inside of his thigh. God, his smooth skin feels so good. I circle near his crotch, but not going too near it yet. I want him to get seriously spun first. Drew goes on to hit the pipe, one after another. Jack’s looking over, smiling. I can see his hard-on through his jeans. He loves watching this up close. “Uncle Jack. What do you think? How’s our boy doing? “Amazing. How do you feel, Drew?” As soon as Drew finishes his fourth hit, he leans back on the couch. Eyes wide open, his left hand is already mindlessly groping his dick through his shorts. “I feel great! Wow, I’m already horny! “Good! Go over and sit on your Uncle Jack’s lap, Drew. We want you to keep hitting the pipe while he watches you up close.” Drew gets up, a little shaky, which gives me a moment to palm his crotch and squeeze his tight, plump ass. He gives a slight moan and breathes in. His body is probably tingling already. I know mine is, and I haven’t had any hits since I left the house. He sits on Jack and leans back. Jack’s hands are all over his torso, going under his shirt, feeling him up and down. Jack then takes his left hand to move Drew’s head so they can make out. I can see spit and their tongues dancing. While they do this, I take the pipe and take a big hit myself. I get up over the two of them and lean over to blow it into Drew’s mouth while Jack goes back to tweaking Drew’s nips. Drew’s legs are over Jack’s, back to spread open. He’s going to be in this position a lot over the next few days. I move the coffee table back and kneel between their legs. I hand Drew the pipe and torch and instruct him to take a few more hits, blowing each one to Uncle Jack while they make out. I tell him I want to see big, thick clouds leaving Jack. As Drew goes back and hits the pipe, I get a chance to look more closely at his beautiful legs. Kid must be a runner or works out a lot. Who knows how long Jack had to go fishing to get this boy, but I’m glad he found someone who wants to experience this. I move close to his crotch and take a deep inhale. Mmmm, freshly certified bottom boy. I lean in and lightly lick the exposed area on the side of his shorts. I hear the click of the lighter as he continues to take hits of the pipe, while Uncle Jack plays with his nips. This kid’s a natural. Jack’s whispering something to Drew. I can’t hear it exactly, but I can tell that Drew is getting hard with Tina and dirty talk. I reach in and grab his growing cock under his shorts, and fish it to the side. I lick the side of his cock and get it wet and sloppy. I love being between a bottom’s legs while they’re taking hits. Pushing more of his gym shorts to the side, I move to the head of his cock and spit on it, getting it wet before going in and sucking his cock. He’s starting to moan between hits. I think he’s done 10 total so far. I can feel his cock get even harder in my mouth. I move my tongue to the slit of his cock, and he leaks a little precum. It’s sweet and tasty. “Jack, let’s get Drew naked.” I grab his shorts and pull them down, while Jack takes off Drew’s shirt. Love a naked boy while we’re both still wearing our clothes. To be fair, my cock is aching to get out. But there will be more than enough time to get naked. We’re not in a rush. For now, Jack and I love the contrast. He looks so fresh and fuckable. I run my hands over his light brown bush. Can’t wait to take this off later. I go back to sucking him, while Drew makes out with Jack again. Jack is still playing with Drew’s nipples and chest. By the end of this weekend, boy’s going to have eraser-size nips. Drew’s fully hard now in my mouth. His dick is glossy and warm from my spit. He gives me the pipe, and I take a big hit before going back down on his cock. I give him a sloppy wet blowjob, smoke coming out of the sides of my mouth and nose. I look up to see Drew smiling. I know he’s feeling good now. Jack says to Drew, “No shame in this house. If you want a hit, just take the pipe or ask for it. We’ll instruct you to take hits, too, but I want you to do whatever you want, say whatever you want with us. Okay?” As soon as Drew nods a yes, Jack takes Drew’s legs and folds them so that Drew’s feet are on Jack’s knees. This gives me full access to Drew’s pink hole. It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it loaded with our cum and spit, gaped. “Let your daddy see your hole, Drew.” I lean in and start to kiss around it. I stick my tongue out and make a line of spit in between his balls and his boy hole. Jack grabs Drew’s cock and starts to slowly jack him. I go in further and give his hole a kiss. There are a few faint hairs. We’ll get that off later too. I then stick my tongue out and start to move it around the hole, before straightening it out and sticking it inside. It tastes so good. Drew’s moaning with my tongue inside, and Jack playing with his cock. Drew moves his right hand down to paw at Jack’s cock through his jeans. We must have been in this position for ten minutes before I surface for air. “Good boy! You taste amazing. Now, I want you to get between Uncle Jack's legs and take out his cock out of his jeans. I'm going to be right behind you tasting your hole some more."

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]

**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

Part 3: I was scared that my boyfriend's friend had seen me, and I was stressed for a few days that my boyfriend would find out about my secret activities. My boyfriend organized a dinner party the following weekend, and invited a few friends, including the one I'd seen at the beat. I was very nervous throughout the party, but he never said anything so I assumed that I had been successful in leaving the beat that day without him seeing me. Phew. Safe for now. Well, a few days later and I was horny again. I shouldn't be thinking about cruising at beats, but I was horny. It's like a drug and I was addicted. I was monogamous, but I also had an addiction, and this afternoon was one of those days when the addiction won. I needed to visit the beat. I was extra careful, I didn't want to bump into the friend and let him see me there, so I kept my distance from the beat and just watched for a while. I decided that I'd go straight into a cubicle and only play through the glory hole. That way, no one would see my face and recognize me. I felt like the coast was clear enough, so I made my way in. I was supposed to be monogamous but I was too horny, and I told myself I'd just go one more time and I would only let myself suck or be sucked. No fucking allowed this time. Then that would be it. I'd get it out of my system and I'd be able to move on and be faithful to my boyfriend again. I walked in quickly. Both cubicles were empty so I chose the same one I'd been in with the ginger guy last time. A guy was at the urinals and I think I'd seen him around before, so I was fairly sure he'd be cruising too. I closed and locked the cubicle door, pulled my pants down, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. A guy entered the other cubicle, I assume the guy who'd just been at the urinal because it was too quick for anyone new to have entered the facility. Some foot tapping under the partition from both of us signaled that play time was on. I beckoned him through the glory hole, to show him that I wanted his dick. He was obviously keen because he stood up immediately and I was soon staring directly at a nice semi hard cock. I wasted no time and took him in my mouth, letting my tongue make love to his mushroom head. I had him fully hard in no time. Nice cock, slightly above average I think. Very tasty. I wanted it to last for a while, but in a beat situation it's often a quickie, and that's what happened here. I felt him tense up, grunt, and reward my efforts with a mouthful of delicious cum. He pulled back through the glory hole, and left. I stayed put. I was still horny and I heard a couple of guys walk in, so I didn't want to leave while they were still around. Moments later, both of them entered the cubicle and one had his cock through the glory hole before they'd even managed to close the door. It was a larger cock than the previous one, and I wanted to suck it, but I hesitated because there were two guys in the other cubicle and it felt risky. I must have paused too long because I heard a voice telling me to "suck it, it sounded like the last guy enjoyed it", so I did. I gave him the save treatment with swirling my tongue over his head while massaging the shaft with my hands. It was a great dick to suck and I thought it'd feel good in my ass, but I was only here to suck, regardless of how horny I was. His cock was throbbing, I could tell he was enjoying it and I was doing a good job, and then came the next instruction from over the cubicle wall "turn around and let me fuck you". I kept sucking but got a bit scared about the possibility of someone outside overhearing us, and he said it again, but slightly louder "I want to fuck you". I weighed up my options and thought it'd be better to get fucked than get caught, so I did what he wanted. I turned around and back my ass up to the glory hole, guiding his dick in at the same time. As soon as my ass was against the wall, he took over and started fucking me, thrusting his bare cock in and out, finally thrusting deep and yelling "fuck yeah, take my load". I had forgotten that there were two of them in that cubicle until he said "I'm going to pull out now, but keep your ass exactly where it is, my friend wants a turn". Shit. I'd forgotten about the other guy, but I didn't want to disobey the loud guy. He was obviously not shy about attracting attention. I stayed exactly in the same spot as the first guy pulled out and a dollop of his cum fell to the floor. I heard "we can't waste that, it'll be good lube" and he scooped the cum off the floor, coated his friend's dick, and his friend pushed his bare cock inside me. The friend started thrusting right away. He was much quieter than the first one, which was a relief, but I could hear a running commentary: "That's so hot watching you fuck him bareback" and "so hot that you're using my cum as lube" and "you're going to breed him too, aren't you?". That last one was answered by a demonstration rather than with words. His cock pulsed and I heard a soft groan, and I knew I'd just taken another random load. I came too, shooting my load over the cubicle floor. That's two random anonymous loads in my monogamous ass. The second guy finished and they both left the cubicle, and after washing hands, I heard them leave the facility. I waited for a couple of minutes and decided I needed to leave. No one else had entered, so I figured it was safe to make my escape. I took a few steps outside, and came face to face with my boyfriend's friend, chatting to another guy. The same one who I thought I'd snuck past last time. "Fancy seeing you here. What a coincidence" to be continued...

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.

Another strand of the poz brotherhood web is known--Tony is Chad's gifter. Tony's sexual prowess is only becoming clearer. He may be the gifter of several men, and thus, the sluttiest one of the bunch. Only time will reveal the how and when Tony received the gift. This chapter solidifies that Luke and Thomas that it would be very hot if both carry a strain from the same original source (i.e., the same gifter). (This is a common wish for many poz chasers and gifters. However, like other viruses, HIV mutates slightly when it infects a new person--using the person's own DNA material to replicate itself.) Both brothers also acknowledge their shared quest to become poz. Luke verbalizes it by saying, "I am a full-blown bug chaser now." Luke's progression to this point is quite fast, while being very arousing, as this is what we envision poz journeys to be. A bit of reality comes to light when Thomas laments that he is not poz yet after taking so many toxic loads from a variety of men. Luke becomes Thomas' supporter--reminding him that it may take months, even years for a person to be successfully inflected. @LeatherGayBBis doing an outstanding job of writing the story of the brothers. He gives us readers enough details and context, so we can picture the story's happenings and characters in our minds while keeping the plot sexually arousing and exciting. We all need to thank him for sharing this story and giving us some masturbating material and maybe some inspiration in our own chases of the bug.

uhm 6 loads ... and piss

For sure. Doctor Matthew is just beginning...he'll get there and he'll have LOADS of fun on the journey

I didn’t know there is such an App, thanks for sharing!

I’m using an app called Bigger Black Book, short BB Book. You register your encounters and then you can just add a bunch of randoms or list fuck buddies and then keep track of whatever you feel like recording. Im keeping track of loads and also I register group encounters, 3somes, and double fucks. my load count so far this year is about 300. I didn’t have sex for 4 months out of the year because of a back issue so it’s over average for me.

Sadly I don’t know my dad but started out with my step dad at around 13 when one of his mates became my “boyfriend” and he was showing me “tricks” and helping me “show off” which eventually introduced an uncle and my PE teacher to the mix. By 15 or 16 I had a few boyfriends and a reputation which I loved. 😜 Set me up for what I am now😈

Same here exactly. Every bottom needs to know this. The top will instruct you how he wants to use you. It's not a negotiation or a democracy.

a hand comes outa the screen and slaps ya

I remember asking my best fuck buddy party bottom - "do you want to fuck a little harder?" and then we would start slamfucking our full body weight into each other as hard as possible. (Poz on poz doggy style of course.) After only five or six brutal strokes we'd both be seeing stars and have to stop before one or both of us lost consciousness, seriously.

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…

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...

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 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.

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

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

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.

I LOVE how a jock frames a hot ass, I wear them all summer for a week or 2 at a time. Lots of boys want to smell my jock musky jock while I'm fucking them.

Your hole tastes best after a hard day's work, 👅🥄

Both look good 👍

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.

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

Part 4: I learnt that the second mystery guy from the blindfolded orgy was our flatmate Chris. Apparently it was only organized as a threesome, but while the first guy was fucking me, Nick heard Chris come home and met him at the door to offer him a chance to fuck me. I only found out because a few days later, Chris was complaining to Nick about being horny, he didn't have enough time to find a hook up before work, and didn't feel like just tossing off. I happened to arrive home just at that moment and Nick said to Chris that the cumdump was back, so he should just fuck me again. "What do you mean, again?" I asked Nick said "shh, no questions. Chris is in a hurry and needs to fuck you. Pants down. Now!" I knew never to disobey Nick, so I did as I was told, Chris lined up his cock, and with a bit of spit, he was inside me. He fucked hard and quick. I guess Nick wasn't lying about him being in a hurry. Even with the faster pace, I recognized the feeling and style from when I was blindfolded, and knew that he'd been the second guy to fuck me. The one who I'd sucked while mystery guy 1 loaded me up, and who then added his load to the mix before Nick enjoyed sloppy thirds. Chris grunted and emptied his balls inside me. He finished getting ready for work and was out the door, but not so quickly that he didn't see Nick taking advantaged of me being loaded up and shoving his cock where Chris' had just been. "You know I can't resist a pre-loaded hole" groaned Nick as he sunk balls deep in one thrust, his large tool stretching me even more than Chris had. While fucking me, I asked him if Chris had been the second mystery guy, and that's when Nick confirmed my suspicions. Nick also instructed me to let Chris fuck me whenever, and where ever too. I know technically this was already covered by Nick's rules, but he wanted to make it clear. I tried to find out who mystery guy 1 was, but Nick is very good at keeping secrets and just told me that I didn't need to know, but that I'd probably find out soon enough anyway. After Nick ejaculated deep inside me, I had to quickly get myself ready to meet a couple of friends for dinner and a movie. When I arrived at the restaurant, Patrick and Evan were already there. I guess I was about 10 mins late. Nick doesn't seem to care if I have plans or not. His dick takes priority. Now, Patrick and Evan were nice guys, both of them also friends with Nick, but unlike Nick, neither of them could keep a secret if their lives depended on it. I think both of them need gossip in the same way that the rest of us need oxygen. Nice guys otherwise though. The main difference between them was that Patrick was quite uptight sexually and very very vanilla. And very judgmental of people who didn't fit his strict moral code. Evan, on the other hand, was as promiscuous as they come and loved to tell everyone about his latest exploits. He didn't know the meaning of the word "discreet" and would take great delight in, for example, pointing out a hot daddy with his wife and kids, and telling us that he'd swallowed that guy's load in a city beat just a few days ago. Patrick would often tell him that he was disgusting, but still seemed to lap up every tidbit and file it away in his memory. Anyway, after we'd ordered, Evan was regaling us with his latest stories, including tricking a safe only guy into taking his cock raw. Patrick was horrified, but still wanted more details, and telling Evan that he should use condoms because he could catch anything with his lifestyle. Evan looked across the table at me and said "well, I'm not the only one here who enjoys a bit of raw fun". I must have looked very confused, because I'm very discreet about my hook ups, and I make sure I never tell Evan anything. Patrick wasn't going to let it rest though "What do you mean?". Evan replied "Look across the table. I fucked him bareback and shot my cum inside him". Patrick looked at me and asked "Really? You let Evan bareback you?" I replied "No, Evan's never fucked me. I don't know what he's talking about" Evan went on "Well, maybe you wouldn't know. You were blindfolded at the time and had ear plugs in. I fucked you, then your flatmate came home and he fucked you. Bare too. Then we left, and I know Nick fucked you immediately afterwards. That's 3 loads in one session, if I'm counting correctly" I just looked at him and said "oh fuck. That was you" I could tell that Patrick was outwardly disgusted at me, but I bet under the surface he was living for this kind of situation. I was pissed off at Nick. I know he was allowed to let anyone fuck me, but he knew that Evan wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. And now that Patrick knew, I bet it would only be a matter of time before our entire friendship group knew that I was a slut and cumdump. I don't remember the rest of the conversation, or even the movie, because my mind was churning over what had happened and how I could protect my reputation, or even if it was possible. We left the cinema, and Nick was waiting for us outside. That was a surprise to me, I thought he had other plans. Patrick, his gossip glands in overdrive, asked him straight away if Evan's story was true. Nick put his arm around my shoulder and said "Yes, this is my new sex toy. Basically a fleshlight for me, and for anyone I want to share him with". Patrick asked if that meant we were in a relationship, but Nick corrected him and said that it was just a sex arrangement. Nick then said "Speaking of sex arrangements, I'm horny and I'm going to head to a beat. I came here first because I want to take my sex toy with me to see how many loads I can get inside him". Patrick was, as expected, aghast, and said "You're not serious are you? He could catch something!" Nick - "I really hope so. That'd be hot. Do you want to come and watch or join in?" Patrick looked like Nick had asked him if he wanted to eat cockroaches, and said that it wasn't his scene, and that he needed to go home. Nick looked at Evan and said "What about you, do you want to fuck him again?" Evan said "Fuck yeah, I'm in!"

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.

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

Chapter 1 – Guest of Honor Todd had just finished getting his place ready for his guest of honor. Todd was a successful drug dealer and could afford a nice place on his own. His profession gave him continued access to a world of desirable men and hot barely legal teens. If his plan worked out tonight he would have both. Todd was waiting for a sweet little 18 year old that had just started buying from him. A twink named Aiden was his guest of honor tonight. Aiden was this ginger twink that had an innocence look to him that made Todd’s dick throb. He had laid the foundation after the first couple transactions, allowing the boy to linger and hang out. They would smoke bowls and talk. As with everything with men, the conversation eventually landed on sex. Todd had gotten the smoked out teen to really start opening up about him being gay and his limited experiences. Aiden smoked away his inhibitions and talked freely of his deepest sexual desires. He talked about how he was still a virgin but wanted to fucked by someone specific. The smoke had gotten Aiden to admit that he secretly was into the idea of incest and desperately jerked off each night thinking of his dad. He showed off pics of his dad from his phone. If only Aiden could see the inner workings of Todd’s mind. Aiden had also brought up the idea of being filmed made him hard. Todd being the generous man that he was, offered to set him up with his friend – another customer of his that makes amateur vids on the side. He could set the whole thing up if Aiden wasn’t shy about being in a video. The smoked out teen couldn’t believe it when Todd said he had a dead ringer for his dad that he could invite over for a smoke session. The horny boy agreed to meet up and see where it went. This was a week ago. The boy was prompt and showed up exactly on time. He was ushered into the house by his host. Aiden was visibly nervous but intrigued about the event and planned event. Todd could see that excitement in the boy and it made his mouth water. They sat in the living room. Todd: excited for tonight? Or scared? Aiden: Little of both. Cant believe I actually showed up. I’m so nervous. T: Let me get you something to help calm you down. A: Yes, please. Todd disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses of coke. He hads one to Aiden. T: Drink up. Some G should help with those nerves. Aiden gulped down half the glass and made a face. A: oh wow, that aftertaste. T: yeah, that’s some potent stuff there. Nothing but the best for my friends. Aiden continued to make the scrunched up face as he gulped down the rest of the drink. A: ugh. That taste though. T: somethings cant be helped. Todd sat down on the couch and the boy sat beside him. In front of them was a small box on the coffee table. Todd reached into the box and pulled out a pipe and a fat sack of T. He packed the bowl and reached back into the box for a lighter. Flick. The lighter ignites and he melts the first fat bowl of the night. Todd takes a big rip and blows a cloud out. T: good stuff here. Here, take that Mr Nervous. Aiden takes the pipe and takes his hit. It’s a huge cloud. T: looks like you’re starting off big huh? Aiden offers the pipe back to Todd but Todd waves off the gesture. Aiden proceeds to take hit after hit, finishing off the bowl in a few minutes. Todd reaches for the pipe wipes the bottom of the bulb. He refills the pipe and again melts it, taking the first hit. The cloud escapes his mouth. A second hit is blown out before the pipe is offered back to the boy. They go back and forth until the second bowl is done. Todd reaches over and touches the boy on his shoulder. Okay, into the bedroom. I wanna show you something. They get up from the couch and walk down a hallway to the master bedroom. Todd leads Aiden over to his large bed and lightly pushes the twink on the bed. T: now you wait right there. I’ll be right back. I forgot the supplies. Be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable. Todd turned around and walked back to the living room. He picked up the box of supplies and pipe and turned back toward the room. When he walked back into his room he was slightly shocked at the site before him. The boy had stripped down to his white briefs and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread eagle. A: I got comfortable. Todd laughed. That was not the expression Aiden had expected. His brief moment of confidence dropped from his face. He closed his legs immediately. A: OMG. I’m sorry. I thought this is what you wanted. T: oh im sorry. I’m only laughing because of white briefs. I took you for a boxer brief kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a sight to see. The tightening in my pants agrees with your kind gesture. A: I’m sorry. I thought… T: you thought this was all a ruse to get in your pants. That’s tempting. So very tempting. But I promised you an experience and I’m gonna pull through. A: I thought, because it was just us here – that you set this up for us T: oh I don’t mind playing with you a bit. But I promised you a daddy. He’s just running late. I probably should have mentioned that. A: Oh wow. Totally read this wrong. Aiden reaches for his pants. T: hey, stop that. There is nothing wrong with staying comfortable while we wait. In fact … Todd puts down the supplies on a side table and strips off his shirt and drops his pants. He is left in just his boxers with a visibly strained dick print in the fabric. T: See, you definitely got me all ready to go. But the plan. Believe me, you’ll love the plan. Todd reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone and places it next to the party supplies. He packs another fat bowl. He lights up and passes it back to the boy. While Aiden is flicking the lighter and working on the pipe, Todd goes over to the dresser and goes on his laptop. He selects a playlist and porn starts playing on the big screen tv. They pass the pipe back and forth a few times. More and more the boy is getting transfixed on the amateur porn playing. A few scenes have played through with the same ginger top. Not a body builder but he definitely looked like he worked out. He has muscley but not overly muscled. He had a light covering of red chest hair that funneled down to his happy trail and nicely trimmed patch of red pubes. Total ginger. Todd could see the front of Aiden’s briefs tenting. T: you like my friend there? A: OMG yes. He looks a lot like my dad. If my dad was a porn star that is. Todd refilled the pipe, took his usual rip and handed it off to the boy. He also handed him a bottle of laced lube. T: here, handle this while I go check on something. Oh and give those undies a rest already. Leave them on any longer and they’ll burst at the seams. Aiden throws off his briefs and Todd can hear him open the bottle of lube as he turns away from him. He grabs a phone and sets it to record and places it right in front of the boy. T: Video starts now boy. Make it a good show. Try and keep the lube away from the pipe haha. He looks down at the ginger boy. Totally smooth twink except for his pits and small bush above his 6 inch dick sticking straight up. He had lubed up and was jerking off his uncut dick. Pausing every other minute to hit the pipe. Lighter in his lube hand. Todd grabbed his regular phone and walked out to the living room. Chapter 2 – Paying a Debt Sid had texted Todd and was waiting at the front door. Todd answered the door in a robe. He ushered Sid into the house. Sid: okay are you gonna explain why I had to clear my night and cancel my plans. T: yes, now you know how much money you owe me because of your habit. S: ya, it’s a pretty penny. You know I’m working on that. T: oh I have a way for you to work it off. Hence why I needed you. I have a sweet young thing in the next room waiting for his daddy to come and pop his cherry. S: oh damn. I love those. T: ya, a sweet milky white boy with red hair. He asked for you specifically. S: so I just have to pop this stupid kid and we’re good? Are we filming it? T: of course. I’m the camera man tonight. I’ll try to refrain from joining. It’s a special video. Did you take the Viagra on the way? S: ya, its already starting to kick in a little. T: Good. Now I need “fucked up” you tonight. Alright. Go ahead and get into that frame of mind. Here, I made this point just for you. S: usually you only have me slam when you think I’m not into the guy? What’s the damage? T: nothing. Look. I have these pics from last week. Took them just for you. Todd pulls up some nude pics on his phone. Pics of Aiden posing in a jockstrap with his head cut out of the pics. The last one is a beautiful shot of the boy in doggy position showing off his smooth hole. S: Fuck yeah. Sid starts stripping and throwing his clothes on the couch. He’s naked now standing before his host. Todd reaches into his pocket in the robe and hands a rubber hose and premade point to Sid. Sid ties himself off and hits himself. He unties and a small cough escapes the seasoned user. Sid is filled with raw energy and on the balls of his feet, bouncing up and down. His 7 inch uncut dick standing straight up toward his belly button. S: Wow, that was a strong dose. Damn that was good. Where the fuck is this boy. I wanna pound him open already. T: just remember, we need a shot of you rimming his smooth hole. He’s hand toys up there but never a dick. You rim him, give him a huge booty bump, and then push straight in. You don’t stop until you breed him. S. Got it. Where’s he at? T: oh and there is something else you need to know. I need you to know this before you go in there. S: What is it? Just spit it out already. I need to fuck! Todd pulls up the live feed from the phone in the bedroom. It shows the boy with his legs spread and him fingering himself with lubed 2 fingers. He shows Sid. S: Damn that boy is fucking hot. Where did you find him? T:oh in your backyard. S: haha very funny. Where did you find the kid? T: I’m telling you. That’s Aiden. Sid stairs at the screen again. S: no … it cant be Aiden. Not my Aiden. WTF T: Yup and he cant wait to be fucked by his daddy. Or rather, my friend who is a dead ringer for his daddy. Make sure he calls you daddy in the video. Men are gonna fucking love that shit. S: I … I cant. I don’t think… T: oh you’ll do it alright. Not because you owe me a shit ton of money. Not because I’ll cut you off and drop you if you disobey. Because I’m fucking telling you to go in there and fuck your boy. Make him beg for your load. And then breed him like the cumwhore we’re making him into. And because every time I mention Aiden, your dick is leaking precum like crazy. Now go in there and make me my money. The two men walk down the hallway and peak in the bedroom. The boy is too high to move his attention away from the porn. Sid whispers to Todd S: How twacked is he? T: oh he’s flying. He’s green eyes are saucers right now. Go ahead. He wants it. You want it. Make it happen. Todd walks into the room and grabs a shard from the bag of tina. He walks over to the twink who slowly gives him the attention. T: before you turn around and face your fantasy boy. I’m gonna push this T inside you. Pull out those fingers. Good. Todd put the shard at the entrance to the boy’s lubed hole. He pushed it in with his index finger and left the finger inside the boy. Todd could tell the T was dissolving because Aiden was starting to ride his finger. Todd added a second finger and the boy moaned. He pulled his fingers out. He takes his phone and starts recording. T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy.

I perfer a top that is on a mssion to fuck and breed, he don't give two fucks about conversation, sneaky and deviseive perverted predator thats going to fuck ass no matter what and his sights are aimed at your ass....fucking hot!

There’s a weird rationale/entitlement that people have regarding things they are accustomed to getting for free. You see it here when readers get cunty because an author isn’t cranking out the chapters fast enough to meet their immediate bating needs, and apparently it can also provoke a selfish, illogical disdain for BZ writers achieving financial success as writers. I thank you for posting your fiction here. I enjoy your distinct voice, your writing pulls me in, and I’ve cum louder, harder, and messier on several occasions because of it. I hope you’ll continue to post here when it suits you, and while it would be regrettable if a poorly reasoned, cheap slight provoked a decision to post elsewhere, i suspect a lot of writers would cite the same motive for departing.

The first few times I got fucked was raw, but the AIDS crisis was just beginning so I pretty much stopped having anal sex and only did oral for years once it became clear that oral was low risk. I started bottoming again in the early 2000s, but only with condoms. I started experimenting a bit with raw sex around that time and realized it was “the way” but was still terrified (this was pre-prep). Around that time I got married and was monogamous for almost 20 years. When I got divorced, I immediately went on prep and started taking as many loads as I could to make up for lost time. I can’t believe how long I went - basically my entire adult life - without taking loads. I don’t regret most of that time as AIDS was real and terrifying. Now that the risk is controllable, I’ve been able to experience what I was missing and the reality is even better than the fantasy. I love the feel of raw cock in my hole, love the sloppy feeling when a guy dumps a big load in me, love cum running down my leg. Everything about the experience is amazing.

Sounds like Parliament to me…

Jocks are hot, however something about a guy's junk flapping about as I plow him has a certain appeal. Also love to see the trail of his precum all over spraying in that haphazard way a flopping cock would paint.

To be fair to @fuckholedc he has quoted reputable newspapers like the guardian in defense of his argument, and a semi-reputable website like Vox. I agree. We should stick to the topic - Austin and his conviction - here. The comments and questions raised by @fuckholedc about the US govt and police in the States, of which I was unaware, are very important and require a new thread. I had initially started this topic in the Porn section coz i never thought the case against Austin was a serious or believable case. I now feel I should have started the discussion in the LGTQ politics/general discussion forum because this is a question of sexual freedoms and the treatment of gay men and the possible dangers that come with the State deciding you need to be targeted. I just am not convinced of any of the charges against Austin. They are too brazen and circumstantial.

Had myself a 'slut day' today, needed it after not having as much free time to myself over the last 4-5 weeks. Went to a gay sauna in Blackpool, arrived for around 1pm and was there for a couple of hours, took a break and had a walk down the beach whilst it was sunny and then went back to the sauna for another 90 minutes or so. It was fairly busy and had some fun in the bigger group play area, had a lovely older guy breed me an he even apologised for cumming quickly, but I honestly didn't mind! Spent a bit of time in the gloryhole booths too, swallowed a load and took a few more up my arse, I absolutely LOVE the anonymous side of gloryholes! Slight downside, only 1 guy was into watersports, but aside from that, a very productive 'slut day'! 😜🥰

Exactly how I started cheating on my first with with guys. Traveled a lot for biz, always wanted pussy but it was impossible to find. Found M4M AOL rooms and started letting guys blow me, just blow me. Lasted for about 6 mo before I got curious and sucked a guy. DAMN what have I been missing. I've been a cum addicted cock sucking bottom ever since. Like the rest of you I LOVE married guys LOVE knowing the cock and cum I"m getting normally goes into a wife or gf. CL was the best for finding them - was filled with married cocks needing service... ah the good ol days.

Part 13 The morning after the night before found us all back at Tegel Airport ready to fly home. I didn't really know what to think about what had happened in the club. As usual, Neil had spent the night with me and had got up early in the morning and returned to his own room. Neither of us had said anything - partly because both of us were too drunk and too tired, and partly because I wasn't sure it would be wise to say anything. I knew Neil well enough to know that , although he liked to do things, he didn't often like to talk about things - something I knew was a source of frustration for his wife. I had woken up feeling surprisingly fresh and, as usual in the mornings, quite horny. I played with myself for a while, thinking about Neil taking it up the arse and turned on by the knowledge that he had taken two loads up him the night before, one of them being mine! I jumped in the shower and then decided to go down to breakfast. I wasn't very hungry but I was thirsty and soon I had demolished a couple of breakfast rolls, one with ham and one with cheese, three cups of tea, some orange juice and some fruit salad and yoghurt - my favourite kind of breakfast. When I finished breakfast, I went back to up to my room. Yusuf, the young guy who had eyed me up the day before, came out of one of the rooms and our eyes met. I realised he was a bit younger than I had first thought and was probably no more than 18 or 19 years old. Without a word, he followed me to my room and, almost as soon as the door was closed, he had my pants down and my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then he got up, and without a word, pulled his shorts and pants down and bent over the bed. He had a very nice, smooth arse and I was more than ready for a good hard fuck. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my cock against his hairy arsehole. I went up him quite easily and he grunted and bent forward as I began to fuck him. I didn't want to cum too soon, so I fucked him slowly at first, as he gave contented little grunts, and then I began to fuck him harder. I was getting close now and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could. I could tell he was enjoying every minute of the fuck, as I was, and before too much longer, I deposited what felt like a massive load of dirty cum right up his arse. When I pulled out, he pulled up his shorts and pants and grinned at me. A few seconds later he had disappeared out of the room, with not a word being spoken between us. A short time later, we were all congregated in the reception area to check out and just waiting for Jamal who, as usual, was last to arrive. I heard Robert telling Jamie and Callum that he had met a woman in a bar the night before and had fucked her in an alley behind the bar. Robert told them she had let him "do her up the arse", something apparently his girlfriend wouldn't allow. "Did you cum in her?" Jamie asked and Robert nodded as they high-fived each other. Jamie had come in for quite a bit of teasing as he had apparently been so drunk the night before, he had pissed his pants on the way back to the hotel. The teasing didn't seem to bother him though and he was on his usual cheerful good form. I had also learned that James had told the others he was tired and had left the group early to go back to the hotel. He too was being teased for being an amateur - but I guessed that there might be another reason he had left early and suspected it probably involved another secret trip to the Tiergarten for some cock. A few hours later we were on the plane heading back to London. Once again I was sitting with Neil and Callum, both of whom fell asleep almost as soon as the plane took off. I was full of my own thoughts - mostly I was thinking about Neil and what we had done the night before. Neil usually had the capacity for drinking huge amounts of alcohol but still being in control of what he was doing. He had not stopped me fucking him - yet he must have known I was not wearing a condom and he must have known I was going to cum in him - yet he had let me do it. I knew that Neil was not the most talkative guy in the world, especially when it came to talking about how he felt about anything, and I knew if he was going to refer to what happened, it would have to be in his own time. My thoughts turned to some of the other guys I had fucked in Berlin, and I couldn't help wondering if I had pozzed any of them. I was somehow fairly sure I had knocked up the cheating ginger guy and also the young nerdy lad I fucked over the table tennis table at the Tiergarten. I don't know why I was so sure of that, I just get these instincts sometimes. Most of the other lads had drifted off to sleep by now, but I couldn't sleep - I was too restless and too full of thoughts. I decided to give my friend Gerry a call when I got back to London. I haven't mentioned Gerry yet, but he's quite an important part of my story and it was him who helped me come to terms with being HIV positive and helped me shape my approach to it. In some ways, you could say he's been a bit of a mentor. I first met Gerry when I was at my lowest ebb. I had been diagnosed a few months earlier, and I was really struggling with meds and had recently come off them. I wasn't sure what to do and I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do. I loved fucking and I didn't want to stop - but I hated condoms and didn't want to use them. In addition, I was subject to really bad attacks of what felt like flu - they usually lasted about 48 hours, but they were really horrible. I was sweating, shivering and sleeping alternately - I felt like shit. The doctors had told me they thought I had been carrying a very high viral load for quite a long time. I can't remember why they thought that now, though they did tell me. I was also having really weird dreams- and in those dreams I kept seeing the faces of some of the guys I had fucked - the same faces over and over again. I was drinking in a gay bar in West London one night when I met Gerry. I had started drinking quite early with the intention of drinking as much as I could so that I could go home and just black out - that was how bad I was feeling. Gerry bought me a drink and invited me to sit at a table with him. I liked the look of him straight away - he was big, stocky and bearded and I realised almost immediately, friendly and caring. He said he could see I was really unhappy and asked me what the matter was. I found myself pouring out the whole story to him - my diagnosis, how I felt about it and all about my dreams. He listened sympathetically and then asked me to tell him more about the guys I kept seeing in my dreams. It was such a relief to tell someone, and somehow I knew instinctively that Gerry would understand. I told him they were all guys I had fucked in the six months before my diagnosis - I had been particularly active in that period, and I now knew that I had probably been carrying a very high viral load at the time. First of all, I told him about the homeless guy. I had been out drinking with a group of friends one night to celebrate someone's birthday and it was well after 11pm when I left the bar and made my way to the nearest underground station. The station was some way from the bar, but it was a warm summer's night and I had decided to walk to get some air. I hadn't been walking very long when I realised how badly I needed to piss. I should have gone to the toilet before I left the bar, but I hadn't, and as I walked along the road I was getting more and more desperate. I looked about for somewhere quiet to go and take a piss, but the road was quite busy with traffic and people. I turned up a side road and, much to my relief, saw a row of shops with an alley down the side. A skip full of builder's rubble meant no one could see the alleyway from the road - just what I needed. I wasted no time in going behind the skip and within seconds I had pulled my dick out and was pissing like a racehorse. Suddenly a voice said "Hey, watch what you're doing!" I turned my head - a good looking guy in a beanie hat was sitting by the skip, a sleeping bag pulled up around him. I had not noticed him and had almost pissed all over him. "Sorry mate!" I said, "I didn't see you there>" I had stopped pissing now and was standing there with my dick in my hand. I looked at the guy. I could see now that he was younger than I had thought at first, maybe late 20s at most and I could also see he was staring at my dick with a look of unmistakeable interest. "No worries!" he said with a grin He was still staring at my cock and I was getting semi hard now. "Nice dick!" he said "Thank you," I said and then added "I'm sorry mate, I really need to do this!" as I started to piss again. He was still staring at my dick. "Do it on me!" he said suddenly. I looked at him in surprise and he grinned at me. "Piss on me!" he said. I moved towards him and pissed all down his chest and onto the front of his jeans, moving my stream back up his body and aiming the rest straight into his mouth. When I had finished he reached out and pulled my cock towards him. Seconds later he had taken it in his mouth and was sucking me enthusiastically. I let him suck my cock for a while and then I felt myself getting close, so I pulled out of his mouth and motioned to him to get up. He hesitated. "I don't know," he said "to be honest mate, I might not be very fresh." I told him I didn't care and I wanted to suck his cock. He hesitated again, but only very briefly and then he unzipped himself and puled his jeans and wet pants own to his knees. He had a nice cock and I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forwards, pulling his arse cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said "Please, fuck me!" I had some lube on me as always, and a few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock against his arsehole. He was very tight, but I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then began to fuck him. I fucked him for a while and then he moaned "Harder, fuck me harder!" I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder, turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that he was so into being fucked. I was getting close now and told him so "Oh fuck," he moaned "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A short time later I shot what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out, he turned around and pulled me towards him. He kissed me hard as he wanked his cock and seconds later he shot his load out in front of him. We were both out of breath and as we pulled up our pants he told me it had been a while and said I had given him exactly what he needed. But now, as I told Gerry, I couldn't help wondering if I had also given him something that he didn't need. I told Gerry of some of the other guys I kept seeing in my dreams - some random guys I had fucked at the Vault, a couple of guys I picked up at the gym and some of my Grindr hook ups. I also told him about the Afghan Uber driver who had picked me up at a gay club and had invited me to sit in the front seat with him. He had shown me a picture of his wife and two kids and at first I had thought he was just being friendly when he asked me about the club I had been to. We ended up parked in a wooded area just off the main road where I fucked him, pants down over the bonnet of his car and shot a big load up his hairy arse as he told me how much he liked feeling the cum up his arse when he was driving. There was also the guy I had met on Christmas Eve when I was out with with some friends for a drink. One of my friends knew him and invited him to join us. David was a good looking dark haired guy, tall and slim and in the course of our conversation he told me he was going to be on his own for Christmas as his partner was away. He told me his partner was not out to his parents and was expected to go home for Christmas. "How old is he?" I asked curiously "He's 34." said David "Oh," I said I suggested going for something to eat and soon David and I were in an Indian restaurant enjoying a good feed. He didn't take much persuading to come home with me, although he was clear that if we did anything it would have to be with a condom. I hadn't used a condom for some time, but he produced one and rolled it on my cock. I began to fuck him, but after only a short time he told me to take the condom off. "Are you sure?" I asked Yes, fuck it - do me bareback!" I didn't need any persuading - I ripped off the condom and seconds later I was up his cheating arse bare. I really enjoyed fucking David and I could tell he was enjoying it too. I fucked him kneeling up on the bed, on my back with him riding my cock, then on his back with his legs in the air and then shot a big load right up him. He stayed the night and I fucked him again in the morning and then we showered together. We were both meeting friends for dinner but we were both still horny and we had another quick fuck before he left, he just pulled his pants and trousers down and I fucked him in the living room, sending him off to his friends with a big load up his arse. Then there was Kieran. He was a soldier I had hooked up with on one of the Apps when I was staying in a hotel in the north of England. He was 19, dark haired and up for a fuck. He told me he was in the army stationed at a base nearby and said he didn't have much time. I hadn't expected him to turn up in his army uniform but I wasn't complaining! He sucked my cock really well and the removed his boots, trousers and pants and knelt up on the bed so that I could slide my bare dick into his arse. We finished with him on his back, legs in the air as I fucked him and pumped a nice big load into his soldier boy arse. I told Gerry about my job and how I often picked up guys by giving them my number when they viewed a property and told him how sometimes one of a group of students would contact me after the viewing, sometimes one half a couple - mostly gay couples, but more than a few straight ones. I told him about Julian - a solicitor who had viewed a very expensive high end flat with his husband and had called me afterwards to see if he could have an additional viewing. He seemed very nervous and I guessed I would have to make the first move. As soon as I did, he was all over me. It was as if he couldn't wait to get his pants down and his arse in the air. He asked if I was going to use a condom and when I said I wasn't he said "Oh fuck! He bent over willingly and I fucked and bred him - his smart suit trousers and his Calvin Klein underpants at his knees. When I had finished he told me he had never cheated on his husband and told me his husband was the only guy who had ever fucked him bareback until now. Gerry listened as I told him about a few more guys. "Why do you think you keep seeing their faces?" he asked me I would have felt stupid saying it to anyone else, but somehow I knew Gerry would understand. "I think it's because I infected them with HIV" I said "You think you knocked them up?" said Gerry "Yes." He looked at me. "You're probably right." he said. I hadn't really expected him to say that but he said it was more than likely and I might find I had an instinct for knowing when I had knocked someone up. He also told me that all these guys had offered up their arses of their own free will - they were all adults and I hadn't forced them to do anything they did not want to do. Gerry said that was their responsibility - not mine. As long as I was honest if someone asked me my status and didn't stealth anyone, his view was that I was acting responsibly. Gerry had told me earlier that he was also positive and not on meds, and now he told me that his doctors thought he had acquired a rare strain of HIV that was largely resistant to meds. I was already feeling much better through talking to Gerry and after we had talked a bit more, he did what I had been secretly hoping he would do - he took me home and fucked me! As soon as he closed the door to his flat, I was all over him. He got his cock out and I went down on him. His cock was pretty big, but as I sucked it got bigger and bigger and soon I was sucking on one of the biggest and thickest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. "That's it," he said "Suck on that big poz cock!" I sucked him for a bit longer and then he turned round and bent over. "Now lick my arse!" he said. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up into his hole. I licked him for a while and then took his cock back into my mouth. A few moments later I was on my back on his kitchen table, my shoes, trousers and pants on the floor as Gerry pushed his cock into my arse. His cock was huge and really stretched my arse, but I don't think I have ever felt so turned on. He looked at me. "I bet this is how you got knocked up in the first place!" he said "On your back, letting guys fuck you, no questions asked!" "Yes," I gasped "You're going to love being positive, aren't you?" he said as he continued fucking me. "Yes!" I moaned, "I'm going to love it! I'm going to fucking love it!" "Good boy!" he said as he began to fuck me even harder. "Take my fuck - let me re-charge you!" "Yes, yes!" moaned. "Please do it - recharge me, fucking recharge my cunt!" "I'm getting close!" he said "Do you want this?" "Oh fuck, yes!" I moaned "I want it!" "Tell me how much!" "More than anything!" I moaned "Fuck me, breed me, give me your strain! Give me your fucking strain!" He started to cum in me. I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. "Tag me, you bastard! I moaned. "Fucking do it! Tag me for life!" Gerry finished cumming and pulled out of me. I knew I was now on a different path and life would never be quite the same again.

Mentioned in another post. I've been blowing a str8 buddy for a while who asked what fucking boy's ass felt like. He seemed genuinely curious so next time he was due to come to mine for a blowjob I asked my boy, Drew to be there as well. We got naked and me and Drew got on our knees and sucked my buddy. As I was deep throating my buddy Drew stood up, next over the couch and spread his legs. I stood up and led my buddy by his cock to stand behind Drew. I told him now's your chance to find out how amazing Drew's ass is. He hesitated so I told him to shut his eyes and Id guide him in. He pressed his cok on Drew's hole and I kind of pushed him in - Drew is easy to penetrate but tightens up when your in. As soon as my buddy wa inside Drew the male drive took over and he pumped Drew hard with a big grin on his face. He shot his load inside Drew with s loud "FUCK YEAH" On his way ou /I old him Drew's ass is yours whenever you need it. He's been back twice and needed to persuasion to fuck my Boy. Drew is the only boy he's fucked so the next step is to get him inside a different lad. My buddy has never been faithful to his GFs and has always fucked around. I've told him that if all he's after is physical pleasure then there are legions of easily availably bottom boys needing to be fucked snd seeded. And they just ent your hard cock and your seed. II doubt he'll ever be emotionally gay but I reckon I can set him on the path to being a regular boy breeder.

Sure, if you climb into a sling in a bathhouse and take all loads, there's no reason to expect that you won't possibly be exposed to HIV. But that's not -really- what we're talking about here. Stealthing is about the top starting a session with a condom and removing it mid course, or starting a session with a condom that has otherwise been rendered useless, all without the bottom's knowledge or consent. That's -is- wrong. One party thought they had an agreement with the other party on how they were going to interact. The other party unilaterally changed the terms of the interaction without telling anyone. Not nice. Let's take the term victim out of it. Let's also take out of the question of how often this scenario happens -- I personally think it's rare -- or if it's just a common fantasy. It's a dick move, period. There are plenty of people on forums like this and out in the world who proactively state their desire to be pozzed. Whether they are sincere or fantasizing, if a top has a burning desire to knock someone up with HIV, these people are an excellent to share with. If a person is firing live virus, find other people that want the live virus . That's the responsible thing to do.