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Here is Part 2. Looking like it might end up being 4 parts total. *** Part 2 A couple of days later we were snuggling on the couch watching a movie when Joey decided he had to let me know what had happened with Ray, “Daddy, remember the other day when you fucked me after the pump and dump and I asked you about still being on PrEP?” “Yeah,” I responded neutrally. “I asked cause that last guy, well, he said some stuff that made me think he might not have been undetectable,” said Joey. I could tell he was nervous about bringing this up. I pulled him tighter against my side. “What did he say, you can tell me, it’s okay,” I said as I stroked his back. “He said it was too bad that I was on PrEP cause he was toxic and would love to infect me,” said Joey quietly. I responded with a little moan that was something between an acknowledgment and a moan of pleasure. “Did that turn you on or disgust you? It’s okay Joey baby, I love you, you can be honest with me,” I said as I continued to gently stroke his back. “It turned me on in the moment, I fucked myself back against his cock,” answered Joey. I could feel his cock starting to poke my thigh. “That’s kind of hot,” I said. “Really, you find it hot?” He asked, more seeking validation than anything else. I used my free hand to grab his hand that was on my chest and guided it down to my crotch. As soon as his hand brushed against my hard cock, he looked up at me, smiled and then immediately started grabbing my hard cock through my sweatpants. “Yeah, I do,” I whispered in his ear as he groped me. Feeling my hard cock gave Joey the courage to tell me the rest of what I had watched without him knowing. He was no longer nervous, as he continued the story. “It was very hot. He said he was off his meds for months and had a high viral load. He said he would love to poz me and knock me up. I was so turned on and kept thrusting back into him and moaning like crazy. He said he could tell I wanted his toxic load and then he told me to beg for it, to beg for his gift.” “Oh fuck, I wish I had been there to see that,” I said, lying about having been there and not about how I wished to have seen it. I reached down with the arm around his back to start rubbing his ass cheeks and I reached into his sweatpants with my other hand to grab his cock which was hard and leaking pre-cum, “Did you, did you beg for him to poz you, you naughty little boy?” “Yes, yes, I did, and when I begged him to gift me, to breed me, to poz me, my cock was so hard and rubbing against the bed as he fucked a poz load into me that I came,” said Joey as we continued to jerk each other off. “I can try to find some guys that will roleplay that with you for our next pump and dump,” I offered. “That would be hot, especially if they were actually poz, just for that extra bit of danger, my PrEP should protect me right?” he asked as he thought about repeating the scene. “Yeah it should, but they say it's only 99% effective, there could be a small risk,” I answered. We talked about it more as we stroked each, admitting how hot the scene would be, until we both climaxed and shot our loads all over each other. That night I created a profile for Joey on BBRTS with pictures of his hot little muscular body and a few pictures of his ass leaking come. I advertised him as a negative bottom looking for poz tops. I did lie on the profile and put that he wasn’t on PrEP. I had lied to my husband, I wasn’t above lying to strangers to advance my plan.. I was not getting enough detectable poz guys to arrange a day long session, so I started to organize more one off or one to two guy play sessions. These were even hotter than the scene I had arranged with Ray because I did not have to pretend I wasn’t in the room, so I could join in the verbal roleplay. The guys fucking Joey really got turned on by me telling them to breed my boy with their toxic loads. They had both Joey and me begging them to poz him. Joey particularly liked when I added a bit of degradation to my comments and would tell the tops things like, “Yeah poz that fucking slut, he’s not even a whore since he isn’t getting paid, he’s just a cheap slut that can’t get enough toxic cum in his hole.” I think I fucked Joey more that month then I had since when we first started fucking. I was so turned on watching him get bred by poz tops, and willing taking toxic loads that I couldn’t resist mounting him as soon as the top left and dipping my own neg cock into the pool of poz cum that was his ass. Joey usually came when the tops would breed him, if he didn’t he would definitely cum when I was fucking him. I knew my odds of getting HIV were even smaller than Joey’s, but the thought that it was still a possibility was enough that I would quickly add my own load to his hole. After the third or fourth time we had a guy over and everyone dumped their load in my little muscle stud cum dump husband, I started slipping a butt plug into Joey’s ass to help him keep the loads in longer. Several times I’d find him playing with the plug in his ass and jacking off a couple hours later. I’d watch and stroke myself as I told him to fuck that toxic cum deeper into his boy pussy, to make sure he got pregnant from all the cum his Poz Daddies had given him. What Joey did not know was that I was not being that selective on who I had come fuck Joey. Many times I would get guys that would say they were undetectable but were still interested in fucking that hot muscle stud in the pics. I let them know that was okay but they still had to pretend they had a high viral load and they wanted to poz him. I actually let quite a few of these guys in on the secret that Joey was still on PrEP. Many of these guys contacted me afterwards and let me know that it was one of the hottest fucks they had ever had. I would reply and ask them that if Joey ever stopped taking PrEP would they consider taking a med vacation and giving him a toxic load for real. If they were interested I would favorite them and if they weren’t interested I would block them. A couple of the guys I blocked created new accounts and let me know they changed their mind. I unblocked their original accounts and let them know that I would contact them if Joey was ever going to go off PrEP, but that they would have show me that they were off their meds and were detectable before they got another invite to come breed my hot little boy. When we were having guys coming over to breed Joey, we were watching all the poz oriented porn we could find and reading bug chasing stories to each other. After another few weeks of having guys over that were thinking they were there to poz Joey, we were snuggling on the couch watching some porn when I asked Joey, “Baby, have you ever thought about stopping your PrEP? Doing this for real without the safety net?” Joey looked up at me, I could see a mix of desire and fear in his eyes. “Do you want me to?” He asked timidly. “Baby, I love you. Having gone on this journey of discovery with you has made me happier than I thought possible. I will support you in whatever you want,” I said looking down into his eyes. “You would still want to be with me even if I became poz?” He asked, looking for reassurance. “Yes Baby, I’d still want you to be my boy, to be my partner in life. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. I would still want to share you with other men, seeing you let go of your inhibitions and being so free with your body is the sexiest thing in the world to me. I would also join you on the journey. If you stop your PrEP I will too, I won’t ask you to do anything I wasn’t willing to do myself,” I answered. “Okay, I guess,” he said, still a little unsure. “Tell you what, let’s think about it overnight and talk again in the morning. If you want to go through with it, I want to make a video of you dumping your pills and flushing them. I think it would be really hot and I could use it to help get you some more guys,” I said. That sort of tipped my hand to Joey that I really did want him to stop his PrEP and be at risk of getting pozzed when he was taking loads. Joey reached down and started fondling my hard cock, “Only if you dump yours as well. I want to feel your unprotected cock fucking those toxic loads into my unprotected ass.” “Deal,” I said immediately. I then pulled his sweatpants down and fucked him there on the coach.

On my way to school I wondered if he heard me last night watching the porn on the TV in his bedroom. When I got to school in rushing out the door, I forgot to change into jeans. I was still wearing my shorts which were running shorts. They weren't short booty shorts but they weren't long either maybe 3" going down mid thigh when standing up but when sitting down they crawled up my thighs a lot. I went to my classes, grabbed lunch with Jane and then went to work. There was a lot to do at work. Helping get late registered students into classes and some room changes for the department. One of our Professors was also starting a new class and needed a classroom. I was warned by the other staff sometimes he could be particular, gruff and strict. His name was Professor Post. He was an older man maybe early 60's, tall slightly bald with a moustache with an earring loop in his right ear. I was assigned to help him set up his class and arrange registration for late students. We met in his office, going over the late additions to his class and making sure they have their prerequisite classes. In our meeting he was the opposite, he was very nice, accommodating as we had some issues with the main registration office and even warm. We talked about my background and what I was studying. He shared where he came from before he came to this college. It was a nice pleasant conversation. I noticed he sometimes would stare down at my shorts. They sat high on my thighs like booty shorts and I tried to pull them down. I noticed and got self conscious and apologized as I was running late and forgot to change. He laughed and said not to worry. He said I have very nice legs and asked if I was a runner. I told him no that I was a swimmer. "You swim? Me too. I have a pool at my place if you ever want to come over and do lap swimming. " the Professor said looking down and my legs and shorts. His eyes devouring me made my cock get a little hard. I think he started to notice. "Thank you for the invitation, maybe one day. Are we done now?" I said nervously "Yes we are done for today. We will meet up again soon, I think" he said with his eyes working me over. My cock was half way hard now. I got up and used my backpack to hide my cock and left his office. Walking out I looked back and waved and could see him staring at my ass. I had to pee so I went to the bathroom. When I walked in I saw what he saw. My cock was pushing out and my shorts were still up at my mid-thigh. It must have been higher sitting down. When I turned around because my shorts were bunched up a small hint of my ass cheek was sticking out. I quickly pulled it down and went to the urinal. As I was finishing the Professor walked in and I could see his hard cock in his jeans. He looked huge. He nodded and I washed my hands and left. I finished up at work and them met some friends at the pizza and bar place near campus. I was glad it was a Friday. Jane stopped by early on to hang out with us. Professor Post was also there with a couple of what looked like professors and 2 students. I introduced him to my gf Jane and the others. Jane left early and me and my friends stayed till about 9:30pm. I was definitely buzzing and wanted to get home to sleep. I pulled in and went in through my door. After I got in, I changed into some underwear and a tank top. I was still kind of drunk and sat down and started to think about today and the last few days. In all my years I have never got noticed or got hit on by older men. But in the last week I let one touch me, eat my cum, eat his and now someone at work was checking me out and I got aroused. What was happening to me. It felt strangely good and sexy being admired and hit on. I could feel his eyes look me over. After all I was a guy and I knew when I was looking over a hot chic she could feel my eyes. As I was thinking about all of this I could feel my cock get aroused and start to get hard. What was going on with me? I am straight not gay. I quickly fell asleep.

So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while for the next part! A previous version I posted was flagged by the moderators, and I want to sincerely apologize for that. I'm still getting the hang of the specific rules here, and I messed up. I'm sorry for the error and any trouble it caused. I've spent the time since rewriting this chapter from the ground up to make sure it's compliant with the forum's rules. The good news is that, while I'll be posting part 11 right now, I've also finished writing part 12, so you won't have to wait long for that either. I really hope you enjoy this new version and that it was worth the wait. I always appreciate all the comments and reactions, and I love to hear what you think and feel about the story. Thanks so much for your patience and for sticking with me. Part 11: At the Clinic Buffet - an Understall Gamble He doesn't wait for you to move. With a rough, angry motion, he pulls up his scrubs, shoving his still-hard, cum-slick cock away as if it's something filthy. He turns his back on you, staring at the wall, his shoulders rigid with a fury so deep it has become cold. You scramble for the door, your own erection a painful, shameful pressure against your jeans. You fumble with the handle and stumble out into the sterile, white corridor, leaving him alone with his poison and you alone with your desire. Your body moves on its own, driven by a singular, desperate need to blow the load that the doctor's confession has caused. To avoid anyone seeing the massive bulge in your pants, you make a beeline for the men's restroom. You push the door open and step into the stall in the back, locking it behind you. Your eyes go immediately to the wall, to the biohazard symbol you defiled with your "still neg" failure just an hour ago. But something is different. Fresh, milky-white cum is slowly dripping down the tile from the center of the symbol. A thick, pearly drop hangs from the lower point of the symbol, poised to fall. Someone else was here. Someone else marked the symbol as their own. A wave of horniness, more potent than anything you've ever felt, crashes over you. All thought is erased. There is no doctor, no clinic, no disappointment. There is only this. This offering. This gift. You press your face close to the divider and lean forward, pressing your tongue flat against the cool tiled divider, slowly licking the fresh, salty cum from the wall. You savor the taste, the texture, the anonymous risk. As you're lost in the taste, you hear a soft rustle from the other stall, then a whispered voice, young and a little cocky. "You hungry, man?" Your heart hammers. „Oh yeah.“ You hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper, and then the soft thud of jeans falling to ankles. A moment later, the rustle of fabric as someone kneels down close to the divider wall. You quickly sit down on the toilet and bend over, your head almost to the floor, to look under the divider. There's a good foot of space, and the view is perfect. The first thing you see are legs—pale, athletic, and covered in a fine dusting of red hair that glints in the dim light. Your eyes travel up to a crotch, and you see a neatly trimmed, thick red bush and completely smooth, shaved balls. And then a cock comes into view. But why is a kid who looks like this at the clinic? This is the kind of place you come when you're waiting for results. Your heart pounds. Is he here for the bad news, or the good news? Is he shooting blanks, or is he loaded with toxic bullets? That perfect-looking piece of meat could be a freshly minted poz boy, about to get his papers... a beautiful, undeniable Trojan horse, and you're the city he's here to destroy. A wave of arousal hits you so hard you feel dizzy. The word "negative" echoes in your head. Not a rejection. A directive. Work harder. Take every opportunity. Don't question who, just take what's offered. This clinic isn't a place of shame anymore; it's a buffet. "Shove your butt over here..." the voice commands, husky and inviting. He wants an anonymous understall action, nothing more. You pull back, shuck your jeans, and lie on the floor. You lift your legs and slide your ass under the divider. He's on you instantly, hands rough, grabbing your hips and yanking you the rest of the way under the divider until your ass is flush against his side of the wall. He owns you now. He spreads your cheeks open. "Fuck," he breathes. "Nice tight hole." He spits. You feel the wet head of his cock paint your hole, smearing slick precum all over you. "This is how I like it," he grunts, his voice thick with excitement. "Anonymous. Unprotected. No names, no numbers. Just a hole and a cock. The best part? Not knowing. Every time I slide in raw, it's a fucking lottery ticket. I get off on the risk. The possibility that this one fuck could change everything forever... that's the real rush. It's the only thing that's real. So, what you here for?" he grunts, positioning himself. "Check-up," you gasp. "Negative." He laughs, a low, dirty sound. "Shame. That why you're so hungry?" "Fuck yeah." "You want it?" "Please..." "I'm here for my results," he grunts. "Been fucking bareback a lot lately. No condoms, no PrEP, no hole or cock refused. So... who knows what they'll say? Pure risk…" "Doesn't matter," you groan. He lines up and pushes in the tip. Teasing you. „You really want it? No matter what?“ „Just do it.“ „Might be more than you think…“ „Give me all you have.“ „Sure? Could be permanent…“ He pushes a small brown bottle through the gap at the bottom of the divider. It rolls across the grimy tile towards you. You unscrew the bottle, lift it to your nose. Smell the familiar scent. Breath in deep. One, two, three, you hold your breath, your head starts spinning, four, five, six, your vision clouds. Just as you're about to scream, the air stolen from your lungs, „I dont care! Fucking do it!“ he slams his cock into you in one brutal, deep stroke. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan. He doesn't wait. He immediately starts fucking you, a hard, rhythmic pounding, his hips slapping against your ass. His rhythm is a little erratic, driven by pure youthful horniness. "Fuck, your hole," he pants. "Gonna fill you... with my risky cum." "Yeah," you choke out. "Breed me." "Gonna knock you up... take my fucking prize." His words, combined with the knowledge that he's a complete unknown, a ticking time bomb of his own making, send you into a frenzy. Your mind reels, hoping he's carrying the ultimate prize, the gift you've been chasing. You reach down and start stroking your own cock, your fist flying. The reality of it is overwhelming—the dirty floor, the anonymous redhead using you, the filth pouring from his mouth. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna give it to you... now!" He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep. You feel the powerful, rhythmic spasms of his young, but not so innocent, cock as he unloads his mysterious cocktail inside you, a thick, warm flood of his anonymous, untested seed filling your ass. The feeling of it is all it takes. Your own cock erupts, spurting cum across your chest and stomach in a massive, shuddering orgasm. He stays inside you for a long moment, panting. His voice, muffled by the tile, floats over to you. "Now... we have to wait." As he slowly pulls out, you feel a trickle of his cum run down your ass crack. You hear him zip up, the sound of his belt buckle, and then his stall door opens and closes. He's gone. You lie there for a moment, panting on the floor, your body half in one stall, half in the other, a student's unknown cum leaking from your hole and your own drying on your chest. You are a mess. A fulfilled, claimed mess. You slowly pull yourself back into your own stall, your muscles aching, and begin the process of putting yourself back together. As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed…

Hey all, I used to be a much sluttier cumdump, frequently taking loads on BBRTS, Grindr, and on at Vancouver Steamworks. Cooled down when I got into a relationship for a few years. Now that I've been single again for awhile, I decided to spend an evening as a no-loads-refused cumdump again. I shaved my hole, douched it clean, took some immodium, and went to the local bathhouse for 5 hours between 5PM and 10PM. I started by bending over on the fuck bench, and had a few feelers come by and touch my ass a bit before the fourth guy or so pulled out his dick and slid into me. Really enjoying the mentality of just being a piece of breeding meat, I didn't look back at him or even so much as reach back and feel for a condom. I know that I come here to present my little breeding hole like a fleshlight - you'll use it however you like, I'm just here to serve. Plus if you tie off your condom full of cum I'll just pour it into myself anyway 😜 Anyway, one load down. Wasn't getting any more biters on the fuck bench so I wandered around for awhile and wasn't getting any action in the usual cruising spots. So I wrote down my room number on the whiteboard and "cumdump" in blue marker, opened my door, and pointed my hole at the hallway. Since this was right around the time of the after work rush, I had a lot of visitors stop by and breed a load, back to back every 15 minutes or so by 7PM. Feels good to slut it up again 🙂 Got home with a sloppy cunt that will probably still be leaking cum in the morning.

I got up at 8am and went to class. I was tired but got through the day. After class I ate lunch on campus and showed up at my job at the college. It was an office position at the Liberal Studies College. I worked in the department office and did administrative work. They had a deadline so as the new guy I had to help out, so I didn't finish until 5:45pm. I was starving some of us from the office ate at the pizza joint on campus had a beers. I got home a little after 8:30pm. I was exhausted and went straight into my room and lied down. I fell asleep and when I woke up and had to use the bathroom. I heard noise again from Rick's room and quietly walked over. I carefully peeked in and there was gay porn. Rick was on the couch and he had fallen asleep. I watched the porn. It was a younger guy around my age on his back, getting fucked by a huge cock on an older skinny guy. He had another older guy with his cock in the young guys mouth. The guy on the bottom was moaning and begging the top to cum in him. "Ohhhhh fuck just keep fucking me please, harder harder....fuck cum in me please, I need your charged POZ cum in me, make me pregnant" the bottom moaned. Make him pregnant?, I thought, men don't get pregnant. This is odd. I kept watching the TV and my cock got hard. You could see the guy on the bottom enjoying what must be painful as the old guys cock was big but he was enjoying it and begging for more. Finally the top yelled, "Here you go bitch, I am cumming in you and making you pregnant" he said. You could tell he was cumming a lot and then the bottom started to shoot all over his stomach and the top at his mouth shot cum in his mouth then all over his face. The top kept pumping for another minute and pulled out. The camera zoomed out and you could see cum leak out of his ass, lots of cum. The top played with his hole and pushed some of it back into his hole. He told the bottom "Oh fuck yeah your going to have my baby bitch". The bottom guy looked so happy. My hand on its own was on my hard cock rubbing it. I heard Rick snort and then kind of wake up. I pulled back so he couldn't see me and quietly went back to my room. I was so hard I couldn't fall asleep. I jacked off thinking about what I just saw, the bottom looked so enthralled in ecstasy. I shot quickly all over my belly and chest. I couldn't find my tissue box so I just scooped it up with my fingers and licked my cum. I had grown to like the taste of my cum. I even savored it. I thought it's not gay to eat your own cum, right. After licking it all up I feel asleep. I woke up around 7am and got dressed and washed up. I went into the kitchen and made coffee. "Good morning, longtime no see" Rick said "Yeah I know. Been busy with work and school. And you?", I said "You know work too and just hanging out" Rick said looking me up and down. "Were you up last night in the living room" Rick asked "Uh no just in the bathroom. Sorry I gotta go, I don't want to be late", I said as I rushed out of the house.

Personally I don’t think stealthing is ok, I believe clear and concise communication is required, now what you discuss is completely up to you for fantasy and kink sake play along to whatever your heart desires but that needs to be outlined, the repercussions of not communicating can be devastating. So communicate your intentions.

Sometimes, when examining my many, many poor life choices, I’ve wondered; how do you make a cheater? We can’t just be born like this, something has to have *happened*, y’know? So this post, while including some cheating, is not just about my cheating, so much as about how I became the cheater I am today. An origin story, of sorts. The grand setup for the inevitable punchline. A Prelude. I think it starts with having to keep your formative sexual awakening a secret. I grew up in a very Catholic family, in a very small, close-minded town. Not ideal when you accidentally catch the premier of Queer as Folk on late night tv while alone and finally figure out exactly *how* different you are to all the other boys. Sure, you have no idea what rimming is either after seeing that scene, only that it looked really fucking enjoyable, and 14 year old you wants to find out all about it as soon as bloody possible. You have to sit on this excruciating secret for a whole year, until your school collides with a Scottish school on a field trip to Sweden, and a boy named Martin who’s just a bit more savvy than you clocks who you really are, and sneaks you out of your dorm to drink stolen vodka and share a first, electrifying kiss. It’s beautiful, but then you go home, and you can’t tell anyone about it. Martin keeps in touch for a while, but Scotland is a long way away, and soon enough it’s just you again. (Put a pin in Martin though, he’ll be back.) From that point on, until I left home a few years later, my only experience of a "relationship" was two weeks of hand holding and chaste kisses with Craig over in the next town. He was incredibly cute, but we were 15 and dumb, and it didn’t last. Again, don’t forget Craig, he’ll be back as well. Anyway, in short, I had no idea what romance was beyond sneaky kisses and holding hands when no one was looking. Every moment of awakening was a guilty secret. It taught me to hide quite well, and hiding was, unfortunately, therefore inextricably linked to arousal. While romance was short, sex, on the other hand, was plentiful once it started. I was a reasonably cute teen with a very nice butt if I do say so myself, and I had been legal for all of a month before I went to my best friend’s birthday party, where her 21 year old cousin Stephen was home from uni and chaperoning the chaos. He didn’t do a great job though, as he snuck a slightly inebriated me out before midnight, drove me to the aptly named Cherry Lane, and finally gave me what I’d been craving. He was taller and bigger than me, and quite buff, with a shaved head and what I thought was a sexy gap in his front teeth. I don’t remember any panic as he pulled me into the back seat and forced his cock down my throat, just the tremendous pressure of my horniness, like if I didn’t have sex that night I would literally die. I gagged on his sizable cock a lot (I’m still sadly shit at deepthroating), but I guess eventually it was wet enough for his liking. He pulled my jeans off, slapped some of his own spit on my hole, and then sat me down on his dick like I was a human fleshlight. Funnily, I don’t remember it hurting at all; evidently I needed this, and his wet dick just slid right in to the hilt as my eyes rolled back in my head. They never taught sex ed in my Catholic school beyond "this is how babies are made", so I never even thought to ask for a condom, and I don’t think I would have wanted one anyway; I wanted to feel every last thing, and he bounced me on his dick like I weighed nothing. He never asked if I was ok, or if it hurt, or if I wanted this, he just used my tight, fresh hole to please his dick, and as a man’s cum flooded into me for the first time I absolutely drenched him in return. I was spent, I was euphoric, and ten minutes later I’d been thrown out of the car three streets away from the party so we wouldn’t be seen returning together. I walked back, hole aching and dripping cum, and spent the rest of the night being pointedly ignored by him. The dirty feeling of being used and the intense sexual arousal of the encounter would pretty much be a staple of my sex life from then on. Stephen would sneak me out in much the same manner whenever he was in town over the next years, and it was always the same; no small talk, he would roughly use my hole to dump his load, and I would have to walk home. It wasn’t until well after I’d seen him for the last time that I found out about his girlfriend and kid. The other encounter of note before I left my hometown was a pair in London, Aiden and Rob. It was only a couple of months after my original encounter with Stephen, and I had been desperate for more. I met them online, a 24-year old couple, who also did some work with a now-defunct porn studio. I thought they were crazy hot, and I lied about my experience trying to get them to meet me until they finally invited me over. They must have clocked straight away that I wasn’t being honest about some things, but like I said, I was cute, so it wasn’t long before I was naked on the couch, Rob’s dick in my mouth, and Aiden spreading my legs, finally introducing me to the joys of rimming. I honestly thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I was so horny that when Aiden started to position himself between my legs, I again didn’t care about the lack of condom. Given the size of him, however, what I should have cared about was the lack of lube. My lies came back to bite me though, as I had told him that I had taken a lot of dick, and that the deeper and rougher it was the better, and so he pushed his massive cock into me with only spit and precum, smirking when I cried out. "I thought you said you liked it deep?" "Not *that* deep!" I gasped, desperately putting my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him going further. Now, I *know* the next thing that happened was a shitty thing to do to dumb horny kid, I *know* I should have been more mad about it, but goddamit if it doesn’t still make me rock hard; he bats my hands away, says "Bit late now, you’ll be fine" and proceeds to fuck me like a steam train. No going slow and gentle, no easing up to grab the lube, just straight to pounding my hole like he wants to come out the other side. Rob grabs my head and forces his dick down my throat, and I just have to hold on for dear life as they take turns throwing me around the room. It finally ends when I’m on the lounge floor, on my back and legs spread, Rob has just cum down my throat, and Aiden is somehow going even harder. He tells me he’s going to cum, and I beg him to pull out (I’d started to educate myself a little since Stephen), to which he simply grunts "No", and fires his load into me so hard I can feel his dick pulsing. I’m ashamed to say that pushed me right over the edge, and I had to rinse my own cum out of my hair before limping home. I saw them many more times over the next couple of years, and even if I tried to bring out the condoms they would always manage to send me home dripping cum, feeling used and abused, and honestly I fucking loved it. Anyway, I also need you to stick a pin in Aiden and Rob for now, because, naturally, they are going to come up again. So, that’s the gist of my formative sexual years, and honestly I think it’s pretty obvious where my cheating fetish came from. I’ll see you in the next part for first boyfriends, first betrayals, and a lot of dick. Ciao!

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

So, it’s obvious that the majority of the mentioned men are from the USA, or from the Anglo-Saxon world. However, let me draw your attention to my small nation, the Hungarians. We have a young stan-up comedian, Peter Elek. He lives close to me, and I saw him a few times, once right after he had come from the gym. Have a look at him. Isn’t he hot as fuck? Although he’s straight I would give anything for being fucked by him. For more photos check this link: [think before following links] https://nuheadzmanagement.com/elek-peti/

But damn. we come to that point when the story, at least what we have of it, comes to an end, and we can only hope that more will follow. I hope more will follow, Meanwhile, I guess my elbow could use some rest, Repetitive use injuries are no fun.

I’ve always been into taking raw dick from the start. First time I was ever fucked was raw and although I’ve slept with other men I still consider my first to be my main man. 16 years later he’s still pumping loads into me.

We can dream.... no?

Yeah, but it seems like we're all bottoms looking for loads

Hey, pigs. Newest instalment. Remember Spencer from the first Intermission chapter? He's back, and this should put a few puzzle pieces together for you. ------- Chapter 23: Poz Me Up Before You Go-Go City Streets. 20:14 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Stag had deliberately wandered away from the rest of the group of infected smilers, set on following his own agenda. Instead of waiting for suitable clothing to wear in the chilly late October air, Stag had elected to wear only his camo pants and boots, leaving his muscular blackened torso exposed for all to see. He also chose not to stick to shadows, but to walk abroad in front of the rest of the world like nothing had changed for him. Doing this in secret was never going to be an option for the corrupted horny soldier. As he passed storefront windows, he occasionally caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the glass. One particular pane caused him to stop in his tracks. Stag had been passing by a main street restaurant that hadn’t been open in weeks, and the light from the street had hit him so perfectly that he could see, for the first time, exactly what he looked like in full. His ginger hair had darkened considerably, and his face had taken on a shade of grey that could only be described as “storm cloud”. His exposed skin, in fact, had this same shade all over his body. His veins spread out like black spiderwebs. He grinned in evil satisfaction. Cheaper than any tattoo I could have got!, he thought. And way more fun. As he observed his reflection with a wicked, impressed grin plastered on his face, he took the time to examine his teeth. The jaw had widened some to accommodate the new molars and fangs, and each tooth looked sharp and deadly to the touch. He could barely make them out, but the whites of his eyes were completely gone, and he looked positively possessed. The lanky, sinewy form he previously carried had grown into a muscular beast rivaling the best of Crossfit enthusiasts. Thick veins throbbed beneath the surface of his skin, and Stag started to get hard at the sight of himself. He reached into his pants and fondled his swelling member lightly, knowing he carried an instrument of mass destruction. He had a victim in mind for his first conversion, and had to stop himself from further pleasuring himself to save his demonic seeds for that gratifying moment when he shared them with his prey. Stag continued his bold march through the city to the warehouse district until he came in sight of the nightclub known as InfraRED, a popular gay bar with a dubious reputation. On this night, attendance would be as high as many of the patrons, and with a Halloween party in progress, Stag could do what he needed to without the need for secrecy or violence. Hookups were part of the everyday routine in this place, and no one would bat an eye or clutch any pearls over him having sex in a very public space. In fact, it was almost expected, but so were drunks, drug deals, fist fights, and barroom brawls, and harassment by the homeless who hung around the area. He came to the block, and saw that a canopy had been set up outside the club to funnel guests inside. This made it easier for club employees to screen guests for arriving intoxicated, and to keep the place from filling up too quickly, but Stag would not be deterred. He went to the back of the line, and spoke to no one as the line slowly moved forward. In his boredom, he lit a cigarette, and no one seemed to object to it. One man, dressed as a unicorn, turned around and saw Stag in all his toxic glory. Having nothing else to do while they waited, the unicorn opened conversation with him. “Damn, dude! That’s a really cool costume.” Stag nodded his head only once in acknowledgement, and did not wish to engage with anyone. He took another draw off the cigarette. “What are you supposed to be? You kinda look like a toy army guy.” Stag smirked without revealing his teeth. You have no idea, he thought. —-------- Dressing room at InfraRED. 20:09 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Spencer adjusted his tight nylon armbands, placed a blue baseball cap on his head, and checked his shiny baby blue shoes one more time before appraising himself in the mirror. For nearly three years, he had been gogo dancing at InfraRED, and tantalizing horny men with his erotic dancing and powerful physique. Gogo dancing had been a means to an end - surely someone who came into the club would be his ideal, but so far, the perfect man had eluded him. The pay for dancing was decent, and so were the tips that were frequently shoved into his G-string, but it wasn’t fulfilling. He made enough money to live comfortably, but as time wore on, this mode of living wasn’t going to be satisfactory for much longer. As he stared at his reflection, he ran his left hand over his thick chest, and sighed. “Is there more to life than this?,” Spencer wondered aloud. He then adjusted his girthy member inside the gold lame underwear, twisted the hat ever so slightly, and looked one more time in the glass. He had decided against wearing any costume; the unnecessary bulk, combined with his own overdeveloped bulk, could exhaust him physically before the night was over, and he needed to make some cash for car repairs. He had been a beefy satyr at last year’s party, but he was sweating so hard after the first hour that the hair had stuck to him, and he resorted to doing a sexy striptease of the costume. He felt the investment in his elaborate costume had been a waste of funds, and he wouldn’t make that costly mistake a second time. Taking a final swallow of water from a large jug, Spencer sighed with discontent that he was stuck in a rut. His physical growth had hit a plateau, and the sex work with no sexual gratification left him frustrated night after night. Satisfied that he was ready for the public, he nodded at his reflection in silent approval of at least his appearance, and went out from the dressing room to the auditorium. The beats and the constant thumping of heavy bass was already quite deafening, and he had danced to it a thousand and one times. Just another night, another dollar. He climbed up on his usual gogo box, and settled into the beat. —------ Stag scowled slightly when the bouncer closed the rope against him after the unicorn was admitted to the club. The bouncer could allow only five enter at a time, and Stag just happened to be the sixth. He glared at the bouncer silently anyway as the man clicked his meter five times. At least a few minutes would pass before Stag could enter, so he mentally reviewed his plan one more time. Meanwhile, the bouncer couldn’t take his eyes off the corrupted creature before him. Wow, this look is fucking hot, the bouncer thought to himself as he felt his heart beat increase in envious lust. I need to jump this dude’s bones. It must have taken forever to put all that makeup on. I wonder if he’s available. Stag was slightly shocked, amazed he could almost hear the man’s thoughts with ease. He smiled back at the man, enjoying the discovery of his newfound power. “Sick costume, bro,” the bouncer squeeked, his voice somewhat betraying his lack of confidence. Hearing himself catch in his throat, he cleared it once, and hocked a white goober to one side. “Sorry. That’s really sweet.” Stag locked eyes with the bouncer. “Thanks,” he growled. “You know,” the bouncer began in a playful voice, “zombies aren’t supposed to talk. Try to stay in character, it’s sexier that way.” The smirk indicated no malice behind the words, and Stag gave no reply. Instead, he answered the criticism with a toothy grin. The bouncer wasn’t expecting Stag’s costume to be so thorough, and his mouth opened slightly with awe. “This is killer. Do you mind if I get a pic? I’ve gotta show my roommate. He does makeup and special effects for drag performers, and he’d get such a kick out of this.” The bouncer was already taking out his phone, and turning on its camera. Stag nodded his head once, giving non-verbal permission, and came in close with the bouncer. Up went the phone, and with a press of the button, he now had a head and torso shot of the corrupted soldier in its memory bank. Then Stag stood by his side as the bouncer took a selfie of the two of them. “Thanks, man,” the bouncer said gratefully. “I ‘preciate it.” “App-preciate,” Stag corrected him in a growly voice. I should just spit on this fag and let myself in. Stag prepared to launch a volley of the neutralizing saliva, but stopped short of the act. Nope, can’t do that. Too many witnesses. It can wait. They’re all doomed, anyway. Stag showed admirable restraint and swallowed it back down when he returned to the front of the line. “You with your boyfriend tonight?” Stag looked back at the bouncer, staring daggers at him. He was still uncomfortable with the idea that he was gay, after years of protestation and repression, but after his orgy with his squad and forming a plan to violate someone he once crushed on, he decided he had better start accepting it and getting comfortable with the idea. ‘Boyfriend’ sounded strange to his ears, like a word meant for someone else. He shook his head once, again giving no verbal reply. “Ah, single, then?” Stag nodded once. “If you don’t score tonight, what say you and me take a little trip to hell afterwards?” Stag raised an eyebrow with interest. Stag grinned again. When he finds out what I am, hoo boy, he’s gonna regret those words. He blinked once, and then remembered. No! Stay focused. Your quarry is inside. HE’S the one you want. “We’ll see,” Stag answered, non-commitally shrugging his sculpted shoulders. No! an intruding voice commanded. He wants it - give it to him. Infect them all! Stag just felt like he had been caught cutting class. Sorry, Alpha. There will be time for both. You better remember our deal, the voice warned. Just then, the bouncer opened the velvet rope and unbarred the door, gently motioning for Stag to enter with the other revellers in the line behind him. “You five are next. Have a good night!” As Stag passed him, the bouncer winked at him flirtatously. Stag forgot the bouncer as soon as they were apart. —---- Interior of InfraRED. 20:30 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “Great costume, stud! Let me buy you a drink.” Stag had heard this line four times by now, and was no more invested than he was on its first three offers. This time, it came from a little twink who was dressed as the Good Witch in an off-pink tule gown, complete with a star-shaped magic wand and glittering tiara. Stag waved the offer away. “Not interested.” The Good Witch looked puzzled, but tried to entice him by tapping the wand to Stag’s forehead gently. “I want you to be changed for good.” Stag frowned at this deliberately silly act. “Oh, sister, I have been changed. For good. There’s no going back. Piss off before I drop a house on you. You don’t deserve what I have to offer.” The Good Witch looked things unutterable at him in great offense, then turned back to the bar. She silently took her glass, swallowed its entire contents, and replaced the glass on the bar. Stag was looking in the opposite direction when the Good Witch said in a surprisingly masculine voice, “Fuck you, asshole. Guys like you should be eaten by other zombies,” and stormed off. Stag walked away from the bar and toward the dance floor. As the EDM continued to pulse through the club, and the room swarmed with writhing bodies, Stag forced himself to stand in one place and scan the room. His wild appearance had drawn a great deal of attention, and Stag brushed it all off completely, sometimes with a joke, other times with his usual outright asshole remarks. After a few seconds, he beheld his intended victim, cluelessly dancing away on a gogo box. There he is. Beautiful and massive as ever. I’m going to give him such a surprise, and he’ll never see it coming. Like any good predator, Stag just observed the dancer. Watching with devious eyes and a wayward heart. Watching for any weakness, any opening that would give him a signal to act, Stag invented a number of schemes to trap his prey. His blackened eyes never left the muscular dancer. —------ As Spencer continued his gyrations, he suddenly felt like something wasn’t quite right with the world. The music shifted to something that had no percussion track in its first minute, and he momentarily lost the beat. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and then felt a familiar urge. Spencer climbed down from his gogo box, and making sure to swing his hips a little as he walked, he went in the direction of the bathroom. Stag noticed the exit instantly. Recognizing it as his opportunity, he followed Spencer at a distance. As Spencer entered the bathroom, he paid no attention to the skeleton man and the Jedi man making out just inside the doorway. The room smelled of piss and stale pizza and bleach, all mixed into one foul concoction. The stalls, though in good condition, were a covert invitation to gloryhole sex, and Spencer was working, so he went to the trough on the far right wall. Looking down, he observed that it was again filled with ice, sending up a chill that made him frown. Why the fuck do they do this? No one wants to drink piss on the rocks. Then he amended his thought. Well, maybe. Some pig somewhere must like that. Spencer extracted his eye-popping dick from his underwear, and began to relieve himself just as Stag came into the bathroom. The costumed couple left without a word, and Stag was grateful to them for the privacy he would need. Spencer continued his stream, but was getting annoyed that he had filled his bladder, and now couldn’t finish pissing fast enough. Come on, dammit. Every minute I’m in here is a minute I’m not getting cash. Hurry up! He closed his eyes in frustration, hoping a little concentration would force the remaining urine out. Stag silently positioned himself to stand directly behind Spencer, who was completely unaware of someone behind him. He grinned devilishly, savoring the moment. The last drops of piss finally left him, and Spencer lightly sighed with relief. He let the waistband of the underwear snap back to his hips, and made to turn around when something wet and sticky hit his face. “The…! The fuck is this…?!”, he exclaimed, his vision suddenly hazy. Before he could be fully sedated, he equated the view to looking through a window where the rain was so hard you couldn’t see through the running water. Stag spat at Spencer a second time, and the dancer was down for the count in seconds. —------- As Spencer started to come out of the fog, he was aware of a grinding sensation on his lower body. It felt familiar and good, and as he slowly came to the surface of his consciousness, he was also aware of the feeling of cold concrete underneath him, and the muffled sound of the thumping bass in the next room. On my back… Did I fall? The grinding sensation continued, and Spencer felt a comfortable warmth to contrast the hardness of the floor. The room smelled different. Gone were the acrid scents of the bathroom, and replaced with light dust and metal and something he could only describe as a deep red smell. Something masculine. Something rich and bold, not unlike the scents of whisky and tobacco and leather and man musk, all rolled into one. Stickiness was also registering in his mind, but he gave no thought to its source. There was also a weight on top of him, and his feet were elevated in a position he would never find himself in except during… Oh shit… He slowly opened his eyes, and what met his view was not something he expected. Something was fucking him and holding him down with both hands. Something with chemically-formed muscles, and a gargantuan dick, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Stag had dragged the comatose Spencer to the dressing room unobserved by others in the nightclub. No time was wasted in removing what little clothing Spencer had been wearing, and with another dose of spit on the dancer’s hole, he had got to work quickly. Now Spencer was starting to wake up. Neither of them was aware of how much time had passed. “W..What in the absolute fuck are you?” Spencer exclaimed, barely able to get the words out. Stag bared his teeth as he smiled wickedly while continuing to thrust his toxic dick into his victim. “What the hell are you doing to me?”, he demanded next. “Shhh, Spencer,” Stag cooed, “you’re just having a dream. Go back to sleep.” He stroked the man’s skull gently with one clawed hand, as if soothing a child that just woke from a nightmare. “Hhhhhow the fffffffuck… do you know… my name?” Awareness was settling in, and Spencer felt real fear for the first time in his life. To Spencer’s mind, his assailant was a mix between a bull and a man with the features of neither, save for the meaty cock that was tearing his hole apart. An unnaturally dark-skinned man with horns on his head and claws for hands was raping him in his nightclub. He didn’t understand the black eyes or the venomous teeth, or why both had liquid black streaming from those orifices. Nothing about this costume makes sense. “You fell off your gogo box, and hit your head,” Stag continued. “I’m just making you feel good, and giving you a little upgrade as a bonus.” Spencer became aware he was completely naked, save for his baby blue shoes, now elevated above his head, his shoulders pinned against the floor. He raised his head enough to see Stag’s girthy dick, and quickly determined that this was, in fact, not a dream. “No! Stop!” Spencer managed to yell. “Get off me!” “Take it, bitch,” Stag growled without missing a beat or a thrust. “Am I good enough for you now, Spence?” The words had a venomous bite to them, and Stag clearly intended to hurt his victim both physically and verbally. Spencer couldn’t connect the dots, the punishing thrusts of Stag’s infected cock clouding all coherent thought. Spencer never imagined he’d be a rape victim. But the powerful physique captivated his interest, and overrode his morality meter. When his head finally cleared, he was impressed by the bulging muscles of his rapist, and the black veins pushing against the surface of his skin. Stag was sweating like a pig, and thrusting harder with every minute. Spencer gradually became less resistant to the intrusion and the violation of his body, but his rational mind kept invading the moment. This guy seems to know me. Do I know him? Why are you letting this happen, Spence? This is a monster, a demon, and you’re enjoying having sex with it? Are you fucking crazy? HOOOOOOLY FUCK ON A STICK THAT’S HUGE! Stag had withdrawn himself fully, and then penetrated Spencer’s hole with his engorgement with great force. Spencer cried out. Stag licked Spencer’s face with his forked tongue. Spencer saw it coming at him. That’s funny. A tongue like a snake. That’s kinda cool. The chemicals in the saliva worked quickly, and Spencer began to relax again. Ah, that’s the stuff. Like… poppers? How did he do that? With his victim properly sedated just enough to keep him quiet, Stag resumed the infection process. During the first few thrusts, Spencer’s mind was all over the place: he experienced fear, great lust, excitement, and joyous sensations that didn’t match anything he had felt in his entire life. He’d have one hell of a story to tell in the morning. But there was the other side of it - the very act was terrifying, but so erotic and seductive, and beyond all his previous experiences. He thought for sure he was going to die from all the sensations and the terrible pain in his rectum and balls and prostate. That’s it, he thought. I’m done for. Goodbye, perfect body, goodbye perfect health, hello oblivion. But I swear I know this guy. Why can’t I remember? Between the assault on his sexual organs and how quickly this escalated, Spencer couldn’t get his brain to work. A strange yet familiar voice rattled through his head. No thoughts. Just focus on my cock. Stag fucked Spencer without mercy - Stag knew what he was capable of, and he needed a partner who could match his sex drive while already having a great physical headstart. The white hot pain was intense, and Spencer began to have second thoughts. His hands trembled as he tried to push himself upright, panic flooding in fast and unfiltered. His thighs hurt, his back scraped against the cold concrete, and Stag’s massive body loomed above him— black skin catching the light like wet latex. Spencer shoved at his chest. “S-stop— just stop— This is wrong. I don’t want this after all.” Stag didn’t budge. His grip tightened reflexively, overpowering Spencer without effort. The instinct was pure dominance—brutal, unquestioning, physical. He mentally began to try and force Spencer to stay, feeling like with just enough force, he could make Spencer do whatever he wanted with just a thought. Suddenly, Spencer let out a scream as he felt like a vice was squeezing his brain, a small trickle of blood flowing out of his nose. A flood of images slammed into his mind, with what he could swear was his ex’s voice echoing inside his head on repeat. Spencer gasped, tears beginning to flow down his face as fear began overtaking confusion. “STOP! IT HURTS! Get off— please— you’re hurting—” The words and mental feedback hit Stag harder than the physical resistance. His brow furrowed for a fraction of a second, like a wild animal momentarily recognizing it had bitten too deep. The growl in his throat weakened, replaced by something almost conflicted. His thrusts gradually slowed. He stared down at Spencer, lips parted, nostrils flaring. Then the guilt hit—blunt and uncomfortable. This wasn’t how he had imagined this going. Not with screaming. Not with terror. He was supposed to want the gift. Crave it. Break open willingly. And Spencer—Spencer was someone he had cared for before. Stag exhaled slowly, releasing the pressure without pulling away entirely. He shifted his weight so Spencer could breathe again, his hands flattening against the floor beside him instead of pinning his arms. When he spoke, it wasn’t aloud. It slid into Spencer’s skull like heat poured behind the eyes. Babe. You always wanted more than this. Spencer blinked hard, confusion warring with pain and adrenaline. Stag’s voice felt like memory rather than words, flooding synapses directly. Images flickered—unbidden, sharp: Spencer in the mirror, flexing his arms. Always complaining about needing more definition. Countless Google searches for “muscle growth cycle”. Stag walking in and hearing him whispering to himself, “Someday I’ll look like that.” Spencer’s breath hitched. “Stop—don’t— I didn’t say—” He shoved at Stag again, weaker this time. The mental pressure increased—not painful this time, but warm, insidious, sliding beneath the fear like oil. You wanted to be bigger. Stronger. Admired. You wanted everyone to stop and look. More images flooded in: Strip lights illuminating sculpted abs. Hands grabbing him at the club, not for pity flirts but hunger. Stage tips piling up. Cameras pointed at him. The struggle to walk through a doorway without getting hit on either side. Strangers staring in awe in public places. Spencer whimpered, overwhelmed. “That doesn’t mean I want—” Stag leaned closer, his voice now both in Spencer’s mind and in his breath against Spencer’s cheek. “We both know you wanted to be transformed. This is so much better and easier than all those rounds of steroids and bulking and cutting. I’m giving you exactly what you always wanted. Just trust me for once.” The fight faded from Spencer’s limbs. Not because he accepted, but because the promise wrapped itself around his desire like wire—tight, clever, exact. Stag’s guilt softened into confidence. He changed tactics completely. Instead of forcing Spencer down, he slid a hand to the back of Spencer’s head, not to hold him still but to steady him—an anchor rather than a restraint. “I could break you,” Stag murmured, sounding almost apologetic. “I can feel it. Just a hard enough squeeze and you’d be nothing but a mindless meat puppet. But that would ruin what I’m giving you. What I want for both of us to share.” Spencer swallowed hard, adrenaline fading into tremors. “What… what are you giving me?” Stag smiled, slow and certain. Everything you wished you could become. He fed images of Spencer’s skin turning black and shiny, muscles growing upon muscles, just like all the pictures Stag had found in the browser history on Spencer’s laptop when they were dating. His cock turning massive, balls becoming huge like a bull. Being able to shoot neverending streams of black foul cum out of his cock with ease. A proverbial sex demon. Outside, the crowd screamed at a bass drop. Inside, Spencer’s last attempt to crawl away dissolved into something breathless and hungry as Stag let the imagery grow richer, deeper, irresistible: Veins rising under skin, biceps thickening, chest and back growing ever wider. Dancers staring instead of ignoring, photographers chasing him eager to get another shot of his massive muscular body. Crowds chanting his name. A glass case filled with physique trophies. And the impalement of the hottest men in the world with his freakishly large dick. Stag fed Spencer one last image: an oily pair of discarded posing trunks with a large circular button pinned to the waistband, bearing the number 7. Next to them, a hastily-removed pair of combat boots, a half-filled bottle of wine, and a single red rose. Spencer needed no explanation for what that meant. His tears dried. His shaking stilled. He reached for the monster above without realizing he had done it. And began to push his ass back, moaning. Now he understood. This was truly a gift. Stag smiled as he felt the mental changes take root inside Spencer’s head. Things would go much smoother now. And with that, the conversion truly began. It had been so long since Spencer had sex with anyone and actually enjoyed it. The surprise hookup and incredible violation of this person battled in his heart, and lust won out. Spencer grabbed Stag by the horns and stared into his abyssal eyes, getting more into the sex than was probably safe. Screw it - let him keep going. This… this is too good. I’ll complain later. Good thing tomorrow isn’t legs day, or I’d be walking funny. Oh, God, I swear he’s in my second hole. Even my toys at home aren’t this big. Stag's jackhammering cock was tearing Spencer's hole apart, but neither of them cared. Spencer’s breath came shorter and shorter, his eyes rolled back in his head more than a couple times, and what began as hate sex and rape turned to a full-on glorious rectal assault that he didn’t want to end. Stag suddenly stopped his thrusting, and abruptly withdrew himself from Spencer again, and stayed out this time. Both men lay gasping, and Spencer’s vision was hazy. The sedating effect of the spit had long worn off, but the mental coercion had done its part, leaving Spencer wanting more. Spencer stared at the ceiling, gasping for air. Stag pulled down hard on his own scrotum, his hand acting as a cockring, and preventing his load from blowing prematurely. “Why… why did you stop? Did you cum?” Spencer asked, almost breathless. He could already feel the corruption spreading inside him while Stag took a break. “No, I’m too close,” Stag answered him. “Good,” Spencer answered, surprising himself. “I want to keep going. I need you to load me up.” Stag only smirked without looking at Spencer. I can feel it working in him already. He’ll be a fucking monster with all that mass, and what I’m giving him on top of it. But let’s savor the moment. Ten bucks says he’ll thank me in the morning. Spencer’s vision cleared enough for him to give another glance to his breeder. “This is driving me crazy. I have to know - do we know each other?” Stag smirked lightly. “You don’t remember? Think carefully, Spence. You really don’t recognize the sound of my voice in your head?” Try as he might, the name wouldn’t come to him, and Stag’s appearance had changed so much that he couldn’t possibly be recognized by someone Spencer hadn’t thought of in a long time. Out of sight really was out of mind. He had nothing to go on to even guess. After a minute of pondering, he had to admit it. “No clue.” “It’s Bryce. The army guy you decided wasn’t good enough for you, so you just threw him away like an old cum rag.” Spencer raised his head slightly in disbelief, and stared directly at Stag, trying to see the man that he rejected so harshly. “Holy shit… No fucking way!” “Oh, yes fucking way. I’ve been upgraded, and I wanted to show you my improvements,” Stag said wickedly. He sat up, and spread his arms out widely so Spencer could see everything. Spencer was in awe of the creature before him. He remembered someone too lanky and lean with a penchant for asshole behavior. And he couldn’t abide his smoking habit, either. It couldn’t possibly be the same guy. His skin wasn’t this color, and he had none of these body mods, especially not the meat on his bones. He would never have worked so hard to look like this and get me turned on. Way too self-centered. Did he do all this just for me? Spencer couldn’t give voice to his thoughts. The memory and the present reality were just too juxtaposed. But the sex so far had been mindblowing. Spencer had never been fucked like that before, and he was discomfited to realize he needed more from the mutated Bryce. While Spencer processed this, Stag could already see the corruption taking hold in the massive dancer. His toxic precum was working its magic, and Spencer’s skin had a different glow to it. The ice blue eyes were darkening, but still bore traces of the whites, and what little body fat Spencer carried was already starting to burn away. It will be a slow infection, but it’ll hit him hard when I fully empty my balls. Stag crawled back toward Spencer, ready to begin another round. “I will get you there, and I’ll be by your side for all of it. You deserve it. Now raise your legs back up. Time’s a-wasting.” Spencer could only comply, tempted with the prospect of getting bigger, and the hunger for the demon’s cock. He…yes. This. I think this is what I wanted to look like all this time. Why settle for what I am when I can evolve into something better? The temptation to exceed his potential outweighed any negatives, and with that, Spencer’s fate was sealed. “Take it easy this time, okay?” Spencer asked in a light voice. Get big, or die trying, right? Those were his last thoughts before he surrendered to Stag completely.

Happened yesterday. Working from home, and have been battling the urge for quite a while. Started with some porn, daddies and slings and dildos, huge cocks and cum dripping holes. It started to get away from me, lube and a butt plug. The the stash came out. Just one shard of T in my ass can't hurt. That burn is a real thing, and it amplify's the craving. Now i am on my hook up site - filtered to monster and large cock. Im still telling myself, not a good idea, maybe just smoke a rock and work the butt plug in and out till I shoot. One rock - never happens. Three in I have messaged Mr Big Dick, Im in a very slutty mood I let him know, if you like my profile, come over. A quick bit of chat and I am down the road to meet him. He follows me back to my house and walks in the door. Smiles. I promised you my clothes would come off immediately, so lets go downstairs. I get naked and smoke another rock, wishing I had poppers to add. Mr Big Dick is HARD, and THICK and way to much to get in my mouth. More rock, and I try harder to swallow him as he lays on his back. He has a great smile but a dirty dom streak - telling my to suck his balls - I do, suck his cock - I am in heaven. I suck for a while, I spin around and put the butt plug in, Mr Big Dick works my hole. I have to drink some water and then I slobber more on his cock and balls, his so fucking huge stiff cock and tight ball sac. Now, I tell him, I want that cock in my ass. Beg he says, smiling. Please, please let me sit on your cock - yes he says. I blast 2 rocks, spinning, i straddle over top of hm, lube his monster and start sliding down. ITs FUCKING THICK. I slide, I push a bit, I jump off, smash a big rock, Im back, and, i get him in my fuck hole, its a stretch, its so goooood. Slight pause, reposition my legs, hes thrusting up, Im just barely taking him, buy I want him and make it happen. Fuck, ass full of thick stiff cock, buried in me. Hes smiling, I am out of my mind. Move my legs and now, I am riding him, up and down squeezing on the up slide looking at his face as he feels me working his cock; stopping , squeezing, riding. Now I need more from him - I want you to Fuck ME now, smile from him, beg. I hope off, smash two rocks and with smoke leaking from my mouth, i get on my knees, ass up look over my shoulder and say - I beg you, pleasseee, put your monster fucking cock in my slutty hole and fuck me. Now I get it all, its bordering on brutal, painful, but oh fuck, spun and loving the ass pounding. He drops me flat, on my belly, and fucks me more. Its been a while, need a short break but my ass is greedy so immediately I grab the butt plug. Wait he says, do your smoke. Its a big rock, im holding smoke he says, come here on your knees, Hes standing, put that toy in your ass, and taste your ass by sucking my cock. Never before, zero hesitation, Its good, im spun, sucking a huge cock from my ass with a butt plug jackhammering in and out of my slut hole. Good slut he says, your a pig - also new for me, also love being called that. He turns and I notice he has a sexy small round ass, before he tells me, I smile, I pull his ass cheeks apart and tounge fuck his hole with everything I have. Spun, ass to mouth cock sucker, ass eating fuck slut. Fuck I love being a bad boy - and now I need more days off, more rock, and more big cocks to worship, and fuck my hole.

As I was so focused on his cock it was like watching things in slow motion. It landed everywhere including on me. I didn't realize his cock was kind of pointing in my direction and as I was so close it landed on my cheek, lips, chest, abdomen. He kept pumping and it kept discharging and shooting hot cum on me. I counted 9 spurts of cum shooting out. He kept stroking and cum just kept oozing out. I kept massaging his balls. His ass still pulsed around my finger. "Ohh yeah fuck. That was intense", Rick said still stroking his still hard cock. There was cum all over. The smell of cum and his manly scent covered the area. I inhaled deeply it smelled intense. Rick saw me and smiled. My cock was hard again. "You look so hot covered in all my cum. It smells good doesn't it. All this manly scent and cum." Rick said "Yeah it got all over me and yes I does small kind of good" I said looking at myself Without thinking my tongue instinctively reached out and licked his cum off my lips. "Good boy. Lick it all up. Never waste man cream." he said My tongue fiercely worked to get it off my lip, upper lip and under lip. Rick leaned over and started scoop it up with his fingers. He then again as usual placed it at my mouth. I hesitated just reminding myself about Rick having HIV. "Here boy slurp it up. I know you will like it. And you can catch it from eating cum", he said as he stuck his finger in my mouth. My mouth accepted and started to tongue, lick and suck his finger hungrily. "Yeah good boy, suck it all up. You like cum don't you" Rick said I sucked on his finger and tasted him. His cum tasted a little more salty than mine and was more viscous and thick. "Don't you boy" Rick said I nodded He fed me more cum all while I started to feel his other hand on my thigh rubbing it and getting into my inner thigh. I let out a soft moan. Without asking this time he started to lick up his cum off of me, again in my pubes working his way up my abdomen then chest, focusing on my nipples again. It felt so good, electricity went from my nipples to my cock which was rock hard now. He had licked up all the cum on my chest and nipples but teased them with his tongue and sucked on them. I let out a soft moan. He also nibble on my nipples with his teeth and softly pulled on them. Knowing my nipples are wired to my cock he really went at them using his teeth, tongue and mouth. My cock throbbed. He then placed his mouth over my aureola and sucked the entire area into his mouth and used his tongue to tease my nipple. I let out a louder moan and without thinking or knowing my legs opened up. "Oh God", I said and moaned He surprisingly left my nipples to my dismay and started licking his cum off my neck and licked and sucked my neck and soflty bit into it making me moan. He finished licking a part on my cheek I missed and gave my surprising peck on my lips. That caught me off guard. "You are so beautiful" he said looking in my eyes I blushed, "Thank you, that makes me feel nice" I said. He leaned forward again giving me a more softer holding intimate kiss. I didn't know what to do but just let him kiss me. His tongue teased my lips just slightly for a moment crossing my lips into my mouth. He pulled back his tongue and my head leaned forward as if my mouth wanted his tongue in it, kissing me more fully.

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

Thursday 2:43 am “First load of the night, and many more to come.” “Your hole is damn near perfect, Drew. Look at how creamy my cock is after pulling out. Come clean it off.” Uncle Jack grabbed the back of Drew’s head and directed him back onto the cock that was just inside him. No hesitation from Drew as he takes Jack in his hand, admires how it looks, and then swallows him all the way down, gagging slightly from the size invading his throat. “Yeah, boy, milk the last drops and get it clean. Taste your sweet ass and my cum.” “Fuck, why does it taste so good?” “I know. It’s ‘cause you’re spun, baby. When the cum mixes inside, it makes it all extra tasty.” I watch Drew lovingly lap up Jack’s big cock. The boy is already dickmatized, and I can already tell he’s going to want Jack inside him all the time. That potent mix of cock, cum, and Tina will be imprinted in Drew’s head from here on out. Jack isn’t rock hard anymore, but his dick is still chubby and starting to get floppy, perfect for sliding down a boy’s throat. My dick is longer than Jack’s, but he’s got more girth, especially around the middle. It’s like it gets wider in that section, helping him to stay plugged inside a boy better. I start to massage Drew’s shoulder while I give Jack a deep, sloppy kiss. As I do this, Drew takes my own growing cock and swallows it as well, giving me goose bumps. Drew is riding that great line between high and horny. As much as I want to keep going, I tap Drew’s shoulder to get his attention. Knowing we have a few days means we can take our time, luxuriating in our sleaziness. Though compared to how things usually go, it’s pretty tame so far. Drew smiles at me as he massages his wrists. First time in restraints can be a bit rough, but it’s a great way to keep spun bottoms from constantly playing with their dicks. In the beginning, the bottom needs to focus on their pussy, making sure to get it wide and open so that they can get increasingly bigger dicks and hands. Probably not this time, but it would be good to put Drew’s dick in a cage. We love seeing a caged bottom leaking precum everywhere, or even cumming while he’s all locked up. Drew’s still hard even with all the drugs he’s taken–this boy is a natural. But it doesn’t matter even if at some point he starts to get Tina dick. The important thing is that we train his hole and get him spun this way to Tuesday. Plus, I love sucking on Tina dick. For some bottoms, their Tina dick can be extra sensitive. I also have a feeling that it’s going to turn Drew on to watch his daddy and uncle suck on his soft dick. Maybe he’ll be one of those chem bottoms that cums when they’re soft. It’s important to teach bottoms to not to feel shame about how their body responds. Soft, hard–it’s all fair game. We talk about loads and cumming, but it’s how we get there. We’ll milk Drew of his loads, but mainly for lubing up our own cocks. Nothing goes to waste. “Drew, let’s go into the kitchen and get you hydrated. Your Uncle Jack always has smoothies ready.” “Be sure to keep my load inside, Drew. Let it soak your insides.” I help Drew up and give his fat ass another smack. God, I love men’s asses. The way they’re shaped, the feel of them, parting them to see the hole, planting my face in them. I’m obsessed. Especially when it’s on a smooth bottom boy; it gets my engines revved. I take Drew’s hand and lead him to the kitchen. The fireplace is still going, giving the apartment a nice glow and warmth. As Jack gets the smoothies, I use the time to get to know Drew a little more. “So you started talking to Uncle Drew a month or two ago. Did you already know about partying? “Just from seeing some profiles, but then I started to look for videos online of guys partying and fucking bareback. It was such a turn on to see them. I don’t know what specifically turns me on, but I wanted to try it so badly. I just wasn’t sure how to go about it, and I wasn’t sure I could just trust anyone. So I’m glad I ran into Uncle Jack.” “And how about barebacking and taking loads?” “I’ve been into it ever since I first snuck on my brother’s computer and started looking at gay porn. I was only looking for videos with raw fucking. Or even better, videos where they start with condoms and then take them off. There’s something so sleazy about it.” “Yeah, it’s the only way for men to fuck other men and boys. It’s so fucking intimate and connected, sharing your seed. And especially if you’re poz, it really is a gift.” “That actually makes it even hotter for me. I don’t know where it comes from in my brain or why it turns me on so much, but all I know is that I want it. I need it.” “We’ll give it to you for sure, Drew. There’s no doubt about it.” “Here you go. One for you, Drew, and one for daddy. It’s just fruit and juice, nothing else. It’ll help you last longer, especially as we amp things up.” “It feels amazing to be inside you, baby. Your boy hole wrapped tight around my cock. Cheers.” “The feeling of my cock sliding into a boy for the first time is such a turn on. So smooth, eager, horny for it. Watching it stretch the hole tight, skin on skin, nothing between us. It’s the best.” Hearing that made Drew’s cock jump a little. I down my smoothie and step over to Drew to turn him around. I gently bend him over the counter, and using my right hand, I part his cheeks to get a better look at his hole. “You can keep drinking your smoothing, baby. I just want to see how your boy hole is doing.” I lift Drew’s right leg and put his knee up on the counter. He’s obscenely spread out in the kitchen, naked, and glistening. I can see a line of Jack’s cum dripping down his leg, and the lips of his hole are slightly swollen from being pounded for a few hours. There’s a sheen on his skin from sweat, spit, and lube. I take a finger and scoop up some of the cum from Drew’s inside thigh and lick it. “This is the best medicine, Drew. Your Uncle Jack’s charged load dripping down your leg, marking you.” “Lemme get a closer look.” Jack bends down and plants his face right between Drew’s ass, licking his hole. “Whoa! Your tongue’s cold from the smoothie.” “Yeah! It’s nice, right? Different sensations, changing things up, keeps your hole guessing.” If one of the other guys had walked in on this moment, they would have seen me and Jack on our knees licking every inch of Drew, leg up on the counter, hole exposed to the world. I watch Jack’s tongue lick up and down Drew’s inner thigh, tracing a line of spit from top to bottom. I focus my tongue on Drew’s swollen hole. I dip it in and keep it there, slowly opening it by moving my tongue in ever-growing circles. As I do this, some of Jack’s cum comes out, coating my lips and chin. Drew’s got both hands on the counter, gripping it tightly, sweet moans of pleasure coming from his mouth. In many ways, we’re worshipping this boy as much as we want him to worship us. Every fucking inch of him is ours this weekend, and we’re going to use him over and over and over again until he can’t walk straight. I tap Jack on the shoulder and look over to the fridge. It’s time for the Devil’s Dick. Jack’s got little bullet-shaped ice cubes made from all our cum, and in the middle of each bullet is a bump of Tina to make it extra special. We love sliding one into a boy, letting it melt, and watching them go wild. “Drew, your Uncle Jack has the next surprise for you. I want you to stay in this position. He’s going to get something from the freezer. It’s going to be cold, but it’ll get warm quickly inside your hole. It’s a bullet made of our cum and inside is more Tina. You’re not going to need any lube once this is inside you. All our cum will be lubing you up from the inside.” “Oh my God, that’s crazy. Cum from you guys?” “From us and the other guys you’ll meet this weekend. When we’re over hanging out, we’ll leave a deposit for Jack to freeze. He’s got these moulds that shape them into little bullets, so it’s easier to insert. Inside of each one is more Tina to get you hornier. Maybe we’ll milk you too and add your cum to the next batch. Would you like that?” “I would love that.” “Good boy, I love that you can’t say no to your daddy and uncle.” I stay down to get a close-up view of the cum bullet going inside Drew. I watch as Jack holds the frozen bullet in his hand before gently easing it up into Drew’s hole. The bullet quickly disappears as Jack eases in two fingers to push it up deep into Drew. As he does this, some of his own cum from earlier drips down to his hand. “Oh my God, it’s so cold. But it feels good!” Jack gives a big smile and brings his cum-covered hand to Drew to lick up and clean, which he does eagerly. “I took a bullet from the batch with the bigger dose of Tina. Drew seems to be holding up well.” “That’s ‘cause Drew’s a natural, Uncle Jack.” “He sure is. One of the best boys we’ve had in a long time.” “You can put your leg down now, Drew. I want you to head back into the bedroom, get on your hands and knees. You’re going to wait for us like that. We want the bullet to melt fully.” “Yes, daddy.” Jack and I watch as Drew quickly walks to the bedroom, his ass bouncing pertly. I see him sneak a feel of his hole and slide one of his fingers in there. Probably to make sure the bullet is pushed all the way up. “Make sure to keep that cum in there. And if you get any on your hand, push it back in or lick it up, Drew.” “Let’s give it a couple of minutes to melt fully, and the Tina to do its work. When do you want to slam him?” “Let’s do it when the guys get here. We can slam with him, but for now we can keep him spun with the pipes and booty bumps.” “What about the mask?” “Leave it out for now. Let’s use his mouth as well and make sure he can take our cocks down his throat. We’ll see how well he does with jerking off. No need to restrain him if he can keep his hand off his cock.” “I want to slide in him next, mix my cum with yours.” “Good deal. Let me get a pipe and we can smoke up while we’re waiting for the bullet to melt.” I quickly rinse the smoothie glasses and put them into the dishwasher as Jack walks back into the bedroom to get a pipe. All the guys are mindful of each other’s houses. We may be animals, but we’re not animals if you know what I mean. Jack walks back into the kitchen, pipe in hand, smiling. “What’s he doing in there?” “He’s a good boy. He’s on his knees, and got one of the pipes and is hitting it hard at the moment. I walked in just as he was blowing out a huge cloud.” Jack comes up close, and I play with his nip as he lights up the torch under the bulb. “I put some more in his pipe and this one.” “Mmm, good hit, Uncle Jack.” Jack then puts the pipe in my mouth and lights it up for me. I’m lazily playing with both our cocks in my left hand while I take a big hit myself. I lean in and give Jack a big shotgun. “Ready?” “Yeah.” We both walk back to the bedroom and see Drew on all fours. A pipe and torch on the bed next to him, clouds of Tina wafting about in the room. Without saying a word, I slide up to Drew and start rubbing my hard cock back and forth on his ass. Jack climbs over, gives Drew a quick kiss, then guides Drew’s mouth onto his own cock. I spit on his hole and gently poke it with the head of my cock. I do this for a few minutes, which drives Drew crazy. He’s shaking his ass trying to get my cock to slide all the way in. Meanwhile, Jack is slowly fucking Drew’s mouth. “Hot fucking pussy boy. Yeah, take my big cock in your mouth. Feel your daddy tease your boy hole ‘cause he’s going to slide into your cummy hole bareback.” I spit again on his hole for extra lube, even though I can already see the melted cum covering his ass lips every time the tip of my cock comes out. My whole body melts as I start sinking my cock inside him slowly, inch by inch. This time, both of us moan. “I’m almost all the way in, baby boy.” His hole hasn’t totally warmed up yet, but it doesn’t matter. I can feel my dick hitting something cold–the bullet. At the same time, the smell of potent cum all over the room. “Feel that, boy. That’s my daddy’s dick inside you, pushing that cum and Tina deeper. You’re going to get so high and spun, begging us to fuck you for hours.” All we can hear is Drew moaning even more. It’s hard to speak with a hard cock down your throat. I can see Jack holding Drew’s head steady so that he can’t get away from the face fucking. Jack’s not going fast, but he’s long dicking Drew’s mouth. As he pulls almost all the way out, I see his cock absolutely slathered in Drew’s spit. At this point, Jack tips Drew’s head up and looks directly into his eyes. “Oh yeah, your eyes are huge. You’re getting spun, boy.” Jack then proceeds to spit on Drew’s face, which Jack then smears all over with his right hand while holding Drew’s head still with his left. I start to earnestly slide my fat, raw cock in his hole. I watch as his ass lips grip my cock on the outstroke, some cum dripping out. “Damn, your cummy boy hole is made for this. Open up, Drew. We like it all loose and open, and if you’re really good, we’ll double fuck you later. Your daddy and Uncle Jack raw fucking your pussy.” With that, I can feel the grip on my cock ease up a little. I like the variation, and I like that he’s learning how to control his hole to open up, but tighten up when needed.” I want Drew to feel every inch of me inside, using his hole. “Feel that, Drew? I’m so hard inside you. We’re playing with your holes, baby. Our spun out toy to fuck and breed.” I get up on the bed too to change my angle of attack to get deeper inside him. I increase my pace and start to fuck him hard. I can hear him gagging from Jack’s cock, as he picks up his pace as well. He hasn’t touched his cock this entire time, which is a great sign. I plunge all the way down on him and reach over to feel his cock. He’s not totally hard, but he’s leaking precum. I love the way his cock is flapping back and forth as Jack and I use him. I can feel how creamy it is inside as his pussy gets warm from the friction of my raw cock fucking him hard. Without missing a beat, I feel Drew tighten his hole slightly on the outstroke, as if to keep me inside. This clench sets me over the edge, and I feel that yearning inside deep, the desire to breed this boy with my load, to not pull out. I grab hold of his hips so he can’t move, and keep my dick still inside him as I pump rope after rope of cum inside his pussy. I can feel him try to pull away, probably from instinct, but this small act of defiance turns me on even more. I move my right arm under him to keep him from escaping while I continue to pump my cum. “Fuck yeah, Drew. Take your daddy’s load!” At the same time, Jack pulls out of Drew’s mouth, and Drew lets out a huge moan. “Fuck, daddy, your cock feels so good! Please don’t pull out. Breed me, I want your load” With that, Jack gets up and bends down under us. I slowly pull my dick out, as rivulets of cum flow out of Drew and down his legs. Jack laps up the cum and then takes my cock in his mouth to clean it off. “Uncle Jack, do you want to come in my mouth?” “I’m good, Drew. Maybe later, but for now you’re going to get all our loads inside your amazing pussy.” Since Drew did so well, I think we’re going to try some time trials with the pipe next. See how much smoke he can take while I run a two or three-minute timer.

The neon lights of the truck stop flickered against the night sky, casting long shadows over the gravel lot filled with rumbling semis and weary travelers. It was well past midnight, and the air hung heavy with the scent of diesel and stale coffee. Inside the dingy restrooms, 18-year-old Alex leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He'd hitched a ride from the city, dreaming of adventure on the open road, but now exhaustion clawed at him. His slim frame, toned from high school track, was clad in a tight white t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his pert ass. Unaware, he dried his hands on his pants, glancing at his reflection—innocent blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and a boyish face that screamed vulnerability. Outside, Big Jake eased his massive rig into a spot near the toilets. At 45, he was a hulking figure, 6'4" with a beer gut straining his flannel shirt and arms like tree trunks from years of hauling freight. His cock, a thick nine-incher, throbbed in his jeans at the thought of fresh meat. Jake had HIV, a secret he carried like a loaded gun, passed on from a rough encounter years back. He didn't care about protection; in fact, he got off on the risk, the power of infecting some naive kid. Spotting Alex through the grimy window as the boy exited the restroom, Jake's lips curled into a predatory grin. The kid looked lost, perfect for what he had in mind. "Hey, kid," Jake rumbled, stepping out from behind his truck, his voice gravelly from cigarettes and whiskey. "You need a lift? Looks like you're stranded out here." Alex hesitated, eyeing the burly man. The trucker seemed rough but offered a ride, and with no other options, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Heading east, anywhere's fine." Jake clapped a meaty hand on Alex's shoulder, guiding him toward the cab. "Hop in. Got some buddies meeting up later, but we'll get you moving." As Alex climbed into the passenger seat, Jake's eyes lingered on the boy's tight jeans, imagining how that ass would feel clenching around his raw dick. The cab smelled of sweat and leather. Jake fired up the engine, but instead of pulling out, he reached into the glove compartment for a couple of beers. "Here, loosen up. Long night ahead." Alex took a swig, not noticing the bitter aftertaste as Jake watched him closely. The drug—roofies crushed into powder—would hit soon, making the kid pliable, forgetful. Minutes later, Alex's head lolled against the window, his eyelids heavy. "Wha... what's happening?" he mumbled, his body going limp. Jake chuckled, shifting the truck into gear and driving to a secluded pull-off behind the truck stop, hidden by overgrown brush. He killed the engine and hauled Alex's unconscious form into the sleeper berth at the back. The space was cramped, with a mattress stained from past conquests and chains bolted to the frame. Jake stripped the boy roughly, yanking off the t-shirt to reveal smooth, hairless pecs and pink nipples. The jeans came next, exposing Alex's slim legs and a small, uncut cock nestled in blond pubes. The boy's ass cheeks were firm, pale, begging to be spread. "Time to break you in, boy," Jake growled, shedding his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, already leaking precum. He didn't bother with lube; spit would do. Flipping Alex onto his stomach, Jake pried the boy's cheeks apart, spitting a thick glob onto the tight pink hole. He pressed his cockhead against it, forcing inch by inch into the drugged teen's virgin ass. Alex stirred faintly, a whimper escaping as his body instinctively clenched, but the drugs kept him from fighting back. Jake thrust deep, groaning as the tight ring gripped his shaft. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna ruin this hole for good." He pounded relentlessly, his balls slapping against Alex's taint with each brutal stroke. The boy's body rocked on the mattress, his small cock trapped beneath him, rubbing against the rough fabric. Jake reached around, jerking Alex's dick roughly to mix pain with unwanted pleasure. Sweat dripped from Jake's brow as he hammered away, feeling his HIV-positive load building. No condom—why bother? He wanted this kid marked, infected, carrying his virus forever. After twenty minutes of savage fucking, Jake buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, ropes of hot cum flooding Alex's guts. He pulled out with a wet pop, watching his seed leak from the gaping, reddened hole. Alex moaned incoherently, the drugs wearing thin but leaving him dazed. Jake wasn't done. He flipped the boy over, shoving his cum-smeared cock into Alex's slack mouth. "Suck it clean, bitch." The teen's lips parted weakly, tongue lapping at the bitter mix of ass and jizz as Jake face-fucked him, skull-fucking until he came again, shooting down the boy's throat. By dawn, Alex was chained to the berth, wrists and ankles secured with rough metal. The drugs had him in a haze, but awareness flickered as Jake climbed back in, dressed and ready to move. "You're mine now, kid. Got some pals joining the convoy. They'll love breaking you." He tossed a rag over Alex's naked body and drove toward a rendezvous point—a deserted lot where three other truckers waited, engines idling like hungry beasts. The mates were a rough crew: Tank, a bald brute with a pierced cock; Rusty, lean and tattooed with a sadistic streak; and Bull, the oldest at 50, his gut hanging over a girthy seven-incher. They'd shared loads before, passing around hitchhikers and lot lizards, but a fresh 18-year-old? That was prime. Jake pulled up, honking once. The men gathered at his cab, peering into the sleeper. "Got a present, boys," Jake announced, unlocking the chains just enough to drag Alex out. The boy stumbled, naked and cum-streaked, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "This little slut's all ours. Fresh ass, no mileage." Tank grinned, grabbing Alex by the hair and forcing him to his knees on the gravel. "Look at that pretty mouth. Bet it sucks like a vacuum." He unzipped, his pierced dick—eight inches with a thick ring through the head—slapping against Alex's cheek. The boy gagged as Tank shoved in, the piercing scraping his tongue. Rusty and Bull circled, stroking their cocks while Jake watched, his own dick hardening again. "Drug him up if he fights," Jake said, handing over a vial of poppers. But Alex was too weak to resist much, his body betraying him as Tank skull-fucked him deep, balls smacking his chin. Saliva dripped down Alex's chest as the trucker grunted, flooding his mouth with cum. "Swallow it, boy. That's just the appetizer." They hauled him into Bull's trailer, a larger setup with a makeshift sling in the corner. Alex was strapped in, legs spread wide, ass exposed and still leaking Jake's load. Bull went first, rolling on a condom but smirking as he positioned his fat cock at the boy's hole. "Gonna fill you proper." He thrust in, the latex stretching around Alex's abused ring. The teen cried out, bucking against the restraints, but Bull just laughed, pounding hard. Midway through, with Alex whimpering, Bull reached down and pinched the condom's base, tearing a small hole with his nail. "Oops," he muttered, but kept slamming, ensuring his pre-cum—and whatever else he carried—seeped in. Rusty took over next, no condom from the start. His tattooed body glistened with sweat as he rammed into Alex's sloppy hole, the boy's ass now a cum-filled mess. "Feel that? Raw and real, kid. You're gonna catch something from this." He clawed at Alex's nipples, twisting them red while his hips pistoned, cock dragging against the inner walls. Alex's own dick twitched traitorously, leaking pre as unwanted arousal built from the relentless friction. Tank flipped the sling, positioning Alex face-down so his ass jutted out. He lubed up with spit and plunged in, the piercing adding ridges of pain-pleasure. "Tighten up, bitch. Milk my load." Alex sobbed, but his body clenched, drawing groans from the brute. Tank fucked like a machine, breaking a sweat, then yanked the condom off mid-thrust—another one sabotaged earlier—and went bare, flooding the teen with thick spurts. "There ya go, infected now." Jake joined the rotation, taking Alex's mouth while Bull reclaimed the ass. The boy was double-teamed, gagging on Jake's HIV-laced cock as Bull's bare dick churned the cum inside him. The truckers rotated for hours, each breaking or ditching condoms to ensure the virus took hold. Rusty jerked Alex off during one round, forcing the boy to cum shamefully onto the floor while getting railed. By afternoon, Alex was a wreck—body bruised, hole swollen and gaping, cum oozing from every orifice. The truckers lounged, smoking and drinking, passing the boy around for quick fucks. Jake unchained him briefly, making him crawl on all fours to service each man, licking boots and balls before getting bent over the tailgate of a truck. "You're our cumdump now," Jake said, shoving Alex's face into a puddle of jizz on the ground. "Ride with us, or we leave you here leaking. But you'll want more." The drugs and abuse had broken something in the teen; he nodded weakly, body craving the twisted release. The convoy rolled out, Alex secured in Jake's sleeper, ready for the next stop. More mates would join, more loads to take, the infection sealing his fate in this endless road of depravity. Tank drove point, Rusty and Bull flanking, all knowing the kid was theirs to share, to ruin, to infect forever. As the sun set, Jake pulled Alex onto his lap in the cab, impaling him on his cock while steering one-handed. "Feel it deep, boy? That's your new life." Alex moaned, grinding down, lost in the haze of cum and submission. The truck stop faded in the rearview, but the nightmare—and the ecstasy—had only just begun. The days blurred into a haze of asphalt and ass-fucking. At every stop, the truckers added to the roster: a grizzled vet named Spike with a curved dick that hit Alex's prostate just right, making him squirt unwillingly; and Marco, a younger hauler with endless stamina, who tied Alex spread-eagle and edged him for hours before dumping raw inside. Each man knew the score—Jake's whisper about the HIV spread like wildfire, turning the sharing into a deliberate breeding session. One night at a remote weigh station, they parked in a circle, building a bonfire from scrap wood. Alex was the entertainment, stripped and oiled up, made to dance for the six truckers now gathered. His slim body glistened, cock half-hard from the poppers they'd forced on him. "Shake that ass, slut," Spike barked, and Alex obeyed, twerking until hands grabbed him. They took turns in the firelight, bending him over logs, against tires, even hoisting him between two men for a spitroast. Condoms appeared sporadically, only to be ripped or filled with holes. Marco went last, flipping Alex onto his back and folding his legs to his chest, pounding so deep the boy's toes curled. "Take my seed, poz boy," Marco hissed, erupting without barrier, his load mixing with the others in Alex's battered guts. By week's end, Alex's body ached constantly, his hole never closing fully, a constant drip of cum marking his jeans when they let him dress. Fevers came and went—early signs, Jake said with a laugh, slapping the boy's ass. "You're one of us now." The infection took hold slowly, but the truckers didn't care. They drove on, Alex chained and used, his innocence shattered on the road's endless ribbon. In the sleeper, as Jake fucked him slow and deep one night, the boy whispered, "More... please." The virus bound him, but so did the cock, the cum, the brutal brotherhood of the highway.

Thursday Midnight Drew’s tied up on the bed, rolling deep. He looks good like this, his naked body fully on display. I size him up again: lean, smooth legs, and a faint treasure trail leading to his bush that I hadn’t noticed before. His cock is still hard from the G, and his eyes are slightly closed. I move my head closer and stick my tongue down his open mouth and start making out again. I get so hard from kissing like this, urgent, intimate, and insistent. Drew wakes up drowsily and begins to dance his tongue with mine. I cradle his face in my hands and spit a little into his mouth again, which Drew eagerly laps up. I’m enjoying his body’s reaction to the makeout session. I peek over to see his hard cock bobbing up and down, precum still leaking. I love how he’s submitting to our every whim. Little does he know we’re slowly pushing his limits to see how much this bottom boy can take. As Drew and I continue to make out slowly, Jack crouches down between Drew’s legs. He gives Drew’s cock a sloppy lick on the sides, making it jump even more, causing Drew to moan. Jack then reaches out to hold Drew’s cock up and licks the head, drawing a line of precum between his tongue and the slit. Drew takes a moment from making out with me to watch Jack playing with his cock. His gorgeous smile continues to egg us on. Jack swallows Drew’s cock to the base and keeps it down his throat, causing Drew to pull his restraints in pleasure, rattling the chains. I can hear Jack’s throat working on the hard cock for a couple of minutes. I’m eager to get the hair off Drew, but I can never say no to my friends slobbering on a bottom’s cock. Jack pulls up, eyes a bit watery, spit and precum around his mouth and cheeks. “Sorry, I can’t help myself. He looks too good tied up like this.” Drew can barely utter a word other than a few grunts and moans. Jack reaches for a dry towel and carefully wipes Drew off. He then takes another towel and dips it into the basin with warm water to wipe Drew’s cock, balls, and pubes. I then put a pillow under Drew’s head so he can watch what Jack is doing. I sit next to him, running my head through his hair and occasionally playing with his now perked up and sensitive nips. Drew turns his head to the side to look at my hard cock and sticks his tongue out for it. “I love that you’re hungry for cock, boy. You’ll get more than you can handle soon. For now, we want you just to relax, close your eyes if you want, but lie still while Uncle Jack shaves you.” Jack reaches for the electric clipper and, while carefully handling Drew’s cock, starts to buzz off all of his pubes. Jack is as meticulous as can be doing this. He’s such an expert, no hurry at all, hands still, even after all the Tina he’s smoked, and the G he drank earlier. Using the clipper, Jack takes off all of Drew’s pubes, from the sides of his cock, and his balls. After cleaning the hair off, Jack reaches for the can of shaving cream and slathers up Drew. Using a razor, Jack then goes on to shave Drew down to the skin, section by section, cleaning the razor in between before switching to a fresh one to work on Drew’s balls. As soon as Jack is satisfied with his work, he dips the small towel back into the warm water and slowly wipes off the remaining shaving cream. Drew’s cock is now slightly soft, but still leaking precum. He’s so primed up. “Cock’s done. Smooth and so beautiful. Let’s look at your hole, boy." Jack unlatches the ankle restraints and pushes up Drew’s legs to inspect his hole. “He’s pretty smooth already. Nothing to do except one thing, we need your hole even hungrier. “What are you going to do?” Without answering, Jack gets up and opens a drawer on a nearby side table. Inside is a silver tray with various pre-filled syringes. He grabs one without a needle and a small bottle of lube. I reach over to keep Drew’s legs up while Jack pours some lube on Drew’s smooth hole, and slowly starts to slide a finger in and out. “So nice and tight. Your smooth hole is gripping my finger, Drew. I’m going to get your hole open and craving cock and cum. You told me you’ve always wanted to do a booty bump. Well, it’s time you tried it for real.” Jack quickly noted Drew’s furrowed brow. “Don’t worry, you’ll love this. I dissolved some Tina in water earlier and prepared this, along with a few other things. I’m going to slide it inside and push the contents of this syringe into your ass. This is going to get your engines going again.” “Once Jack pushes that bump into your hole, there’s no going back. For however long we play, you’re going to keep our loads inside you.” I take a beat before asking my next question. Jack nods, knowing precisely what I’m going to ask. “Are you neg, Drew?” “Yes.” “That’s going to change by the end of this weekend. Are you sure you know what you want?” “Yes.” “Say it.” “I want to get fucked bareback and take all your loads. I don’t care if you’re neg or poz, I want it inside me. I want you to breed me, keep me high, control me with chems, train me to take care of you and your friends.” “That’s right, you’re going to get pozzed and high this weekend, Drew. Same way Jack and I were, with charged loads while we were high off our asses. Not all of us are poz, but it doesn’t matter; enough of us are. We’re going to mix it all up. All our loads are going inside you, coating every inch of your hole.” As soon as I say that, Jack takes the syringe and slides it into Drew, slowly pushing the plunger. “It’ll feel a little cold at first, but remember to let it soak in. In a moment, you’re going to feel a tinge of warmth in your hole, and then it will start to radiate throughout your body. I’m going to hold your legs up, and in a minute, Uncle Jack is going to slide his thick, meaty cock inside you for the first time, and it’s going to change your world. You’re not going to feel any pain or any shame, Drew. From this point on, you’re going to crave raw dick.” And on cue, Jack puts the now-empty syringe back on the silver tray, grabs one of the pipes and torches we brought in earlier, and gets between Drew’s legs and points his cock at Drew’s hole. I change positions so I can keep Drew’s legs up and can watch Jack fuck Drew for the first time. I spit on Jack’s cock to lube it up and watch him put the head just inside the hole. "Oh my God, you're inside me!" “How are you feeling?” “My heart is starting to race again, and I feel more awake. Please, please more. Please poz me up!” “Can you feel the head of Uncle Jack’s cock? He’s going to keep it there for a few seconds, pumping some precum to lube you up even more. There’s no condom there, Drew. Skin on skin, like how it’s meant to be,” Jack gives me a look of pure pleasure. I know he wants to slide all the way in so badly, but we know that taking our time opening up Drew is the best course of action. Teasing Drew open like this will make him ready for hours of pounding, but also hungrier and hungrier to take raw dick. While the head of his cock is inside Drew, Jack reaches for the pipe and torch. “Yeah, Uncle Jack is going to get spun and twisted, just like you will be soon.” Jack then takes a big hit from the pipe while Drew watches him intently. Jack is so freaking sexy between this boy’s legs. He slowly draws in that Tina, before letting it flow out like covering us in clouds. He then takes another big draw from the pipe and leans over to me to give me the smoke. From the corner of my eye, I see Drew watching us eagerly, hungry for it. I then move over to Drew and blow the smoke into his lungs, while at the same time, Jack slides more of his big cock inside. Drew starts to pull at his restraints as Jack bottoms out, his full length entirely inside Drew. “It’s so big and feels so good. I want your poz sperm inside me, Uncle Jack. Please.” I watch mesmerised as Jack slowly fucks him, ecstasy on both their faces. Jack spits on Drew’s hole, lubing it up some more. He then reaches down to touch where his cock meets the hole, feeling it as it goes in and out. Drawing his fingers to open Drew’s hole open some more while Jack varies his pace. “God, I love being inside a chemmed up pussy boy. That’s what you are, Drew. You’re our chemmed up boy. I love that you begged and begged me to teach you how to use chems, and then told me that you wanted to be charged up. We love a boy who knows what he wants. We’re going to get you opened up and gaping.” Jack then takes Drew’s hard cock in his hand and starts to pump it slowly, which makes Drew buck his hips up and down, tightening his hole’s grip on Jack's raw cock. I’m sure his body is on fire with pleasure, with the sweet dreamy sensation of the G switching over to an amped-up vibe courtesy of the booty bump. The restraints make it so that he’s not jerking himself off. He’ll have plenty of time to play with himself, but for now, his cock is ours while we dominate his boy hole. Jack looks over to me and says, “I’ll hold his legs. I think Drew needs more Tina and then his daddy’s cock in his mouth.” With that, I grab another one of the loaded pipes and put it into Drew's mouth. “Go ahead, keep taking that smoke in until I tell you to stop. Keep going, Drew. You’re getting behind, c’mon, gotta keep inhaling that smoke fast.” I watch as Drew eagerly takes in the smoke without stopping, trying to inhale as I light up the torch three times. He can’t hold it all in, so it’s billowing out in thick clouds from his mouth at the same time as he’s trying to inhale. Kid’s going to be flying. I then move up and slide my cock in his mouth for him to suck on, even while the last of the smoke in his lungs comes out. “Mmm, that’s it, baby. We love a spun bottom boy. Suck daddy’s poz cock while we feed you the pipe, and as your Uncle Jack bare fucks your hole, pushing that booty bump deeper.” “Jack, how’s he opening up?” “Amazing. His hole was made for cock. It’s so smooth and responsive. I can feel him gripping my cock on the outstroke, as if he doesn’t want me to leave him. But don’t you worry, Drew, we’re going to keep you filled up for a while.” Drew can barely get his whole mouth around my thick cock at this point, but he’s doing a great job slobbering over it. It feels great, but not nearly good enough. He’s quickly going to learn how to take my cock “That’s it, relax your jaw and open your throat, like you're about to chug some beer. Now, open wider, as wide as you can, so I can slide my cock all the way down your throat. If you do that, I’ll give you a surprise.” With that as encouragement, I can feel Drew stretch his mouth and throat even wider to let my cock in further down his gullet. I slide it all the way in, pulsing it in there for a few seconds, making him slightly gag and cover my cock with more spit and slime. “Good boy, you got my cock all the way down your throat. Let me get your reward.” I get up and peek over at Jack earnestly fucking Drew’s hole now. He pulls all the way out, and we watch Drew’s hole snap shut. “Hmm, not gaping yet. We’ll keep working on it.” I go to the drawer and get out a gas mask outfitted with a tube where I can blow smoke. “Drew, I’m going to put this on you, and we’re going to feed you the smoke. Just breathe it all in and out, while Uncle Jack continues to fuck you.” “You ready?” Drew gives a nod as Jack pushes his dick all the way in and keeps it still while I put the mask on Drew. “His ass is contracting around my dick so bad, it’s like he’s giving my dick a hand job from the inside.” As soon as I put the mask on Drew, he starts grinding his hips around Jack’s cock, causing Jack to roll his head back in pleasure. “Damn, the kid is seriously milking my cock at the moment. I’m going to stay still and let him work himself up and down my cock.” I then take a pipe and take a big hit before blowing the smoke into the tube and into Drew’s mask. I can see the smoke fill up the mask with that beautiful white cloud. At this point, we’re going to force chems on Drew and keep him high and horny. “That’s it, Drew, your daddy’s giving you smoke. Breathe it all in.” I take a second bigger hit and blow that in before standing up and admiring the view again. A beautiful boy, arms restrained, mask clouded up, legs spread, and bouncing up and down on Jack’s raw cock. “Tina is making you very hungry for cock. That’s it, keep fucking yourself on Uncle Jack’s cock, milk him for his poz cum while we get you even higher.” With that, Drew doubles his pace, working his hole up and down. All the while, his own shaved cock is rock hard, untouched because of the restraints. I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes himself cum without touching himself. “Swapping sperm is the most intimate thing you can do with another man, Drew. We’re becoming as close as we can be, and you’re doing a great job. Keep working your Uncle Jack’s cock with your hole.” As the smoke in the tube slowly clears out, I check on Drew and can see a glint in his eyes. Of course, his pupils are wide as saucers at this point, and he can’t say much, but this is what boy training is about–unlocking that need that’s buried deep down inside. Though in this case, it’s clear that Drew has thought about what he wants for a long time. “Oh fuck, boy, keep fucking yourself on my cock. Slide it all the way down and grind your ass down on it.” Like a good boy, Drew does exactly as he’s told and immediately lets Jack go in balls deep again. This time, Jack takes action and holds Drew’s hips still, and starts to pump his hole with more force. “My precum and spit is lubing up your hole. And I swear, you’re leaking on the inside, making it warm and wet.” I can tell that Jack’s close. Usually, he can fuck a while without cumming, but the idea of giving Drew his first poz load is too tempting. “I’m going to shoot inside you. It feels too good.” With that, Jack holds still, and I watch his cock pulse, filling Drew up with his first poz load. A final grunt from Jack as he slides in deeper to push his cum further inside. He keeps it there, enjoying the warm sensation of his cum coating his cock and Drew’s hole. “Damn, your boy pussy feels amazing. It’s still gripping my cock.” I take the mask off Drew, and he takes a deep breath. I kiss him and tell him, “Great job, baby. Your first load for the night. Let’s get these restraints off you, too, and get you hydrated. This is going to be a long play session, baby.”

Using comdoms feels like having the most boring threesome ever. The top fucks a bag and the bag fucks the bottom. 😂 The combination of lube and precum makes the cock glide more easily IMO, and the skin-to-skin contact inside of you as a bottom, just does it for me. Getting a load pumped into me that I can keep inside for a while and play with with my fingers is also a plus and it opens up the possibility of dirty talk around breeding/'pregnancy'.

My boy is a cum dump, takes all kinds of cum. I don't give a fuck who cum dump in him, I still fill him up. Even the first time we met, I cum dump in twice. Fucking felt good. Love the feeling, he is always hunting and I still load in. Feel good every time, I put the cum in

If he called you a Schwule he was calling you "faggot."

I'm out of reactions already, but... this one is definitely piggy-worthy.

I think what your experience is the massive knowledge gap that exists for what U=U means, what the implications are, etc. It's unfortunately because it puts some of us in educator roles in situations we'd rather not have to be educators in. There was a little cheat sheet I saw recently for "how to explain to someone who is neg...." - I'll try to find it and send your way

@PozBearWI the fact of the matter is that nearly 2/3rds of the states in the US have HIV criminalization laws. You've seen and read PLENTY of MY posts from me about the ridiculous low rate of transmission, but the fact of the matter is - if I don't disclose it, I'm still liable under current law in a lot of places. If not criminally, civil charges can also be made. These laws are UNFAIR, and should be overturned, but they are the law. What these laws criminalize: HIV-specific charges: Elevating charges for sex crimes or other offenses if the person knows they have HIV. Non-disclosure: Failing to tell a sexual or needle-sharing partner about HIV status, even if transmission risk is zero due to treatment. Exposure: Actions with no realistic risk of transmission, like spitting or biting, especially in correctional settings So the reality is - YES, under the law, we ARE required to disclose this in most states. And I sure as shit don't want to have to hire criminal and civil defense attorneys and get involved in a protracted court case...we can fight this, disagree with this - but I for one don't want to spend a decade of my life and a huge amount of money being the poster boy for HIV Criminalization reform. Also, your comparison between the flu and HIV is inaccurate. HIV is a retrovirus which integrates with mRNA and attacks the very core of our immune system. The flu does not - it isn't near the level of sophistication of HIV and the way it fully integrates via mRNA into its host...it is helpful to make appropriate comparisons here because they are fundamentally different.

I think there’s a huge difference between not uncovering the status or lying about it. Although I think we are responsible for each other, we are responsible for ourselves as well. So the bottom must consider the possibility of an infection if let a top fuck unsafe breed him. Few things are sillier than asking for the top’s status after penetration. However lying about it or pretending to wear condoms or destroying condoms are seriously immoral. Moreover, in many countries it’s a crime to infect someone against his willingness.

Rick walked over my side of the couch and kneeled behind me as I leaned against the couch armrest. "Yeah boy just lean back and enjoy. Listen to your body. Give into your bodies' needs, give into your pleasure. Let your body lead you", he whispered into my ear. His lips brushing lightly against them. I leaned back. I could smell his manly must scent. His hands started at my shoulder and slowly worked down my chest and pecs to my groin. It was more than I asked for but was too into feeling good. His hand brushed my cock in my hand and my cock throbbed. His hand surrounded my hand on my cock and squeezed it as i pumped my own cock. I let out a loud moan as I massaged that knot beneath my balls. His hand left mine and rubbed the tip of my cock and scooped up the precum and placed in at my lips. My body was on autopilot and my tongue reached out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah, your cum tastes so sweet baby doesn' it" Rick said in my ear. He scooped up more and placed it my lips. I nodded. Then his hands went up to my nipples and started to tease, pull, and manipulate them. My eyes rolled back and my head fell off to the side. "Can I kiss you neck please its so beautiful", he asked in my ear I thought about It in clarity. It's only my neck not my lips. I nodded He started to kiss my neck, licking and nibbling. I melted even more. His technique on my nipples was sending me in orbit. The way he teased them with his fingernails was sending shockwaves to my cock. The he would twist and pull them out. Pain would be mixed with pleasure. Once in while I would wince. He would whisper, yes pain and pleasure go well together don't they baby. I couldn't help but just nod. It was all overwhelming, his scent, his touching and manipulating of my body, me jacking off, the porn in the background of this guy getting fucked and moaning, the alcohol, I needed to let cum. "Yeah keep going for Daddy ok. Don't cum yet now.", Rick said I nodded "What I didn't hear you" Rick said Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes Daddy". I couldn't believe what I just said. Suddenly he stood up behind me and reached down and started playing with my balls while lifting my right leg and placing it on the top of the couch. I was now splayed open. "Yeah just enjoy but don't cum until I tell you too now. Ok?", he said looking down at me "Yes", I said "What?" he said "Yes Daddy", I moaned. I couldn't hold back i need to cum. He went back to my balls and started to massage my perineum. I let out a loud moan. He pushed in hard and circle massaged it. It felt so good." "That's how I do it. Feels good dont it" he said "Oh god yes Daddy", I blurted out. What was i saying i thought. Then he slid his hand over my butt and back down thru my crack. The side of his hand going over my ass hole and then hitting my perineum. I froze when he touched my hole but we just massaged more and I relaxed.

Hey guys, I just want to say thank you to everyone who commented. Your reactions, encouragement, and thoughtful words genuinely inspired me to continue. I hope the next part lives up to your expectations. I always appreciate hearing whether you liked it… 😊 Part 10: The STD Clinic's 'Good News' and a Doctor's Toxic Confession The days after the hotel with Mark are a slow-motion torture of hope and disappointment. You don't feel changed. You don't feel converted. You expected something—a profound shift, a physical marker, the "fuck flu" you'd read about in hushed, excited tones online. You monitor yourself meticulously, a daily ritual of self-betrayal. You take your temperature in the morning, check your lymph nodes in the mirror, searching for the slightest sign of swelling, the faintest flush of fever. Nothing. Each day that passes with your body maddeningly normal is another spike of crushing disappointment. The reality is that conversion is silent, invisible, and utterly indifferent to your desperate, pathetic need for proof. You scour the forums again, this time not for thrills, but for reassurance. "It can take weeks," one post says. "Some people never get the flu," another offers, a cold comfort that feels more like a curse. The waiting becomes a form of purgatory. The intimate, ritualistic act with Mark, which was supposed to be the culmination, now feels like it might have been just another hollow fantasy. Eventually, you can't stand it anymore. It has been more than a month since the hotel breeding session with Mark. The uncertainty is worse than any negative result. You have to know. You drive back to the STD clinic, a place that now feels less like a source of shame and more like the only confessional that can offer you absolution or damnation. In the waiting room, you're a different man from the one who sat here before. You're not here to prevent a possibility; you're here to confirm a prayer. You pray you don't get the young doctor. You don’t want to be lectured by a boy who could easily be your son. You want a stranger, someone neutral, a detached clinician who will just draw your blood and read the results. But of course, it's him. Your name is called. You follow him down the same stark white corridor, and he gestures you into the same small, windowless office. "Back for your check-up, I assume," he says, not looking up from the file. "Your PEP pills empty?" "Yeah," you lie, the word feeling like sandpaper in your throat. "Bottle's empty." He nods, satisfied. "Good. We'll do a rapid test today for some immediate peace of mind, and send the full serology to the lab. The results will not be definitive, but this should give us a strong indicator." He prepares the blood draw, his movements practiced and cold. He fills a vial, then uses a small dropper to place a drop of your blood onto a small plastic cassette. "Alright," he says, setting a timer. "Fifteen minutes. We'll call you back in." You walk out of the office and back into the waiting room and sit. Your bladder stirs, a dull, insistent pressure from the water you drank while waiting. You need to piss. You scan the waiting room, a purgatory of shared secrets. A young guy, maybe twenty, sits with his knees pressed together, chewing his fingernails, his face a mask of pure terror. You peg him as a scare, probably a broken condom. He's praying for a negative. Across from him, a burly, tattooed man in a dirty tank top scrolls on his phone, looking bored. He's here for his routine check-up, you think. He already has his answer. In the corner, a handsome man in a suit that costs more than your car stares at a fixed point on the wall, his jaw tight. He's the classic closet case, probably here every three months after a lunch-break hookup at the club downtown. He's praying his wife doesn't find the clinic number on his phone bill. Each of them is a story, a potential carrier, a fellow traveler. You look at the burly, tattooed man and imagine him breeding the scared kid with a poz load that would make the boy's terror turn to tears of joy. You picture the man in the suit on his knees in a back alley, worshipping the anonymous, toxic cock of a stranger he'll never see again. You wonder which of them holds the gift you so desperately crave, which one would be merciful enough to share it. You think of your husband, at work right now, probably oblivious. He has no idea you're here. He has no idea you know about his own bugchasing activities at the local cruising grounds. The need to piss becomes too much. You get up and walk to the men's restroom. Inside, the air is thick with the sterile smell of disinfectant trying and failing to mask the underlying odor of piss and anxiety. You step into the stall at the back, unzip, and let go, the stream a welcome relief. As you stand there, your eyes drift to the graffiti on the tiled wall dividing the stalls. Amid the crude drawings and phone numbers for cheap lays, one symbol stands out, freshly scratched and aggressive: a biohazard symbol. Below it, a mobile phone number is etched into the grout. You stare at it, your mind momentarily forgetting the test, the doctor, everything. It feels like a sign, a secret invitation left just for you. You finish, shake off, and zip up. You wash your hands, catching your own reflection in the mirror—pale, anxious, and desperate. You return to the waiting room and finally take a seat. The minutes crawl by. Fifteen minutes pass. The nurse hasn't called your name. Twenty. Thirty. The longer you wait, the more your anxiety begins to curdle and twist. The initial fear of a positive result slowly morphs into a sick, excited certainty. They're keeping you this long because the test was positive. The doctor is preparing, maybe even calling in a counselor. This is it. The good news. You're not scared anymore. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, a prayer of thanks on your lips for the gift you're about to receive. Finally, after thirty-seven agonizing minutes, your name is called. When the nurse calls your name again, you follow her back to the same office. The doctor is holding the test cassette, a single, stark line visible in the results window. "Negative," he says, his voice flat, professional, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips. He's happy to give you the "good" news. "The rapid test is negative. As expected. The full panel will confirm, but you can breathe easy." The word hits you like a physical blow. Negative. All that hope, all that sick excitement, curdles into a vast, crushing disappointment. You feel the blood drain from your face. He looks at you, expecting to see a wave of relief wash over your face. He expects gratitude. He sees nothing. You feel nothing but a hollow, crushing void. Your expression is a blank wall. He frowns slightly, leaning forward. "You're not relieved," he says. It's not a question. "Why aren't you relieved? Did you want it to be positive?" His directness is a slap. You can't answer. You just stare at the desk. "Look at me," he says, his voice losing its clinical softness, gaining an edge. "You came back here. You were praying for a positive result, weren't you? That's why you're not relieved. Tell me about the fantasy. Is it the risk? The [banned word]? Do you get off on the idea of being sick? Help me understand what makes a man throw away a life-saving medication." "Answer me," he presses, his voice gaining an edge. "Did you take the PEP? You told me the bottle was empty." "I flushed them," you confess, the words barely a whisper. "I flushed them down the toilet the day I got home." The silence that follows is absolute and terrifying. When he finally moves, it's with a sudden, violent energy. He shoves his chair back, the legs scraping against the floor with a screech. He stands, pacing the small space like a caged animal. Even in his rage, he's magnificent. The anger flushes his chest, making the thin fabric of his scrubs cling to his sculpted torso. His power is palpable, a raw, dominant energy that makes your own cock ache with need. "You flushed them?" he roars. "I gave you a get-out-of-jail-free card! A goddamn miracle of modern medicine, and you flushed it? Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you've done? You think this is some hot fantasy? You think living with this is a fucking turn-on?" He stops pacing, right in front of you, his hands gripping the edge of his desk, leaning into your space. This is it—the exact same position he was in when he lectured you before, but this time the air is thick with his personal rage. "You have no fucking clue," he spits, his voice cracking with a pain so raw it's almost unbearable. "You think I stand here and lecture you from some ivory tower of health? I'm poz. I'm fucking toxic." The word hangs in the air between you, a bomb detonating in the small room. Your eyes widen. "My partner," he continues, his voice cracking. "He fucked around behind my back. Constantly. Unprotected. Never getting tested, bringing home every bug he could find. He didn't care. He got infected, didn't know. Gave it to me. The man I loved. He's gone. And I'm left with this. This life sentence." He taps his chest, a sharp, angry gesture. "And the meds? The insomnia, the anxiety, the cognitive fog... I can't think straight. The nausea and abdominal cramps are so bad I can't keep food down for days. So I stop. I've been off meds for over two years, just monitoring my CD4. Will only go back on meds if absolutely necessary. I’m so toxic at the moment, I’m frightened of myself." Your cock, which had wilted with the negative result, is now rock-hard, straining against your jeans. You want to fuck the pain right out of him, to breed him with your own negative seed and feel his toxic body accept it. You want him to fuck the fear into you, to make you feel what he feels. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving. In his rage, he's stepped even closer. His scrub pants are right in front of your face. You can't help it. Your eyes drop. You can see the distinct, heavy outline of his cock, his balls. Full of the bugs. He sees it. He follows your gaze down and then back up to your face. The rage in his eyes curdles into something else. A cold, profound disgust. "You're staring!" he accuses, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. "You're staring at my crotch." Before you can react, he moves. His hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. His grip is iron. He pulls your hand forward and slams it palm-down against his crotch, forcing you to cup his massive, rigid bulge through the thin fabric. You feel the heat of him, the solid weight of his cock and balls. And you feel something else—cold, hard metal. A thick, heavy ring encircling the base of his rigid cock making it feel even thicker and more potent. It makes his bulge even more prominent, a clear, undeniable sign that he is a top, his cock perpetually primed to blow his toxic load anytime he chooses. He feels your desperate, pathetic gratitude in the way your hand trembles against him. He sees the pure, unadulterated longing in your eyes. And something in him snaps. "You want this?" he snarls, his face inches from yours. "Yes, they are full of bugs," his voice a venomous whisper. "My VL came back only yesterday over 800,000. You want this? This is not an offer; it's a challenge." In a single, violent motion, he yanks you up from the chair. He spins you around and shoves you face-first against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of you. His hands are rough, tearing at your jeans, wrenching them and your underwear down to your knees. You hear the tear of his scrubs, the snap of elastic, and then you feel it—the thick, flared head of his cock, burning hot against your bare ass. "This is what you're asking for," he growls, and then he pushes into you in one long, brutal stroke. A strangled cry escapes your lips. It's pain and it's ecstasy, a fulfillment so sudden and overwhelming it whites out your vision. He doesn't wait for you to adjust. He fucks you with two, three deep, punishing strokes, his hips slamming against your ass, his body a furnace of rage behind you. And then, as suddenly as he entered, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and gaping. You hear a guttural groan and feel the wet heat of his cum splashing across your ass cheeks, a thick, coating of his toxic seed marking you from the outside. He's panting behind you, the sound ragged and broken. "You don't deserve my gift yet," he hisses, his voice raw. "You don't yet know what you are asking for." He shoves you hard, propelling you forward. "Get out," he whispers, his voice dangerously quiet. "Get the fuck out of my office!"

I only have "standards" when I am looking for something serious, when it is about fucking ANYONE can fuck my ass as long it is bare and don't pull out, if I am a top I prefer bears (fat) but that isn't in stone either in the case of other poz bros, I don't care for looks or age, someone is getting his hole bred!

GAME ON (Part V) First breedings Character Review Alejandro; the only one of 15 stallions that is toxic Poz. HIV poz, non-medicated with high viral load. String of confirmed pozzed and stealthed bottoms notched on his belt. Competing for 1% of video sales profits and hoping for gateway into the porn industry Felex; Felix Maritaud’s (Star of Savage) doppelganger. Homeless gay sex worker, PreP free Mare Competing for $20,000 prize, and bred closest to stroke of midnight. He’s also hoping this could be a gateway into the porn industry. Ashley: About 20-year-old twink, with a twink partner/lover, taking PreP Mare, competing for bred closest to midnight. Lost his virginity at 18 with four men breeding him in local park woods. Ali: 24-year-old Virgin Iranian cub, PreP free Mare competing for $20,000 prize, and bred closest to the stroke of midnight. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Rob, MC for the New Year’s Eve event at Steamworks Well, the big event arrived and the bathhouse had pulled out all the stops. The walls of three rooms adjacent to the workout room had been removed and the workout equipment stored. Three slings were hung at equal distance in the middle of the event space providing lots of room for stallions, judges and observers to gather around. The rest of the bathhouse space was cordoned off and out of bounds. The judges had studied the rules and confirmed suitability of each contestant. MC notes were prepared; the lighting and sound system were set and tested. The clock was ticking away on the old year, and it was time to begin. The lights dimmed as I stepped to my podium, and the spotlight followed trained on me. “Ladies … don’t laugh, some of you gathered are honoured drama queens … and gentleman. Queer’s and sluts, I suppose is most fitting. Welcome to our first annual Horse Market competition. That’s right, Cummunion and Steamworks hope to make this an annual event. PRIDE Studios were so excited by the idea that they agreed to film and edit this event. 15 hunky stallions have signed up, and one of these men is hoping to earn 1% of the profits from the video you are all performing in this evening. He is the only toxic poz breeder in our ‘stable’, and he wins his prize if within three weeks of this event the one mare that he breeds gets knocked up with HIV. That’s right guys, in tonight’s proceedings the judges will be watching him closely to make sure he only breeds one of the three vulnerable mare contestants. (A murmur goes through the audience.) You heard me correctly, you had probably heard the rumor that one of our mares was to be protected by PreP, therefore safe from the toxic load should he receive it. That was his plan when he registered, but he changed his application in time to qualify, so all three mares are in the running for the $20,0000 prize should they get knocked up here tonight right in front of your very eyes. (Cheers and applause) You all know the rules you signed to follow, so without further delay let’s bring on our 15 stallions! (Uproarious cheers and applause as 15 men of a wide assortment of body types clad only in a variety of jock straps run into the centre of the performance now lit with a couple new spotlights. When they are all assembled in one line they take a deep bow to the audience. The MC waits for the mayhem to quiet down.) “Thank you everyone, thanks for your applause. Don’t worry, shortly after midnight the toxic poz stud among this fine assortment of men will be revealed.” “Now I will introduce your brave mare’s one at a time. Please hold your applause until their judge indicates they have been strapped into their assigned sling. They drew straws to determine their order of appearance.” (The stallions had moved to the back wall and lights came up on the first sling. The MC left a dramatic silence. …) “Contestant number one’s name sounds like a girl, but I can assure you he is 100% horny gay male twink, and he’s going to address you before he’s helped into his sling. Ashley, come on out.” (Ashley makes his way to the podium with only a bathhouse towel wrapped around his middle. Soft applause ensues.) MC; “Thanks guys, but please remember to hold your applause. Ashley?” Ashley: ”I’m the mare that changed his application. I was going to do this even on PreP. But my boy friend Ben, his name should be Badger, hounded me to change my mind. We had planned to open our relationship and go on PreP after I had a slip and cheated on him. ( A mix of boos and cheers, with the MC stepping in to hush the crowd.) But he entered me in this thing and refused to let us sign up for daily PreP medication. He assured me that PreP on demand would suit us fine. I don’t fully understand how the damn stuff works, but as I said, Ben is persuasive. Three weeks ago, when I came for the first blood test and they saw I was negative, but there was no PreP in my system they said I would be disqualified, which suited me fine. But not Ben. They assured us that if I changed my status in the competition to unprotected mare I could stay in. They gave us overnight to decide. I was adamantly against going forward. Ben took me out to dinner and got me quite drunk. When we got home, we shared an entire bottle of red wine before a drunken fuck. He kept persuading me he’s a chaser, loves me to pieces and wants me to be the one to knock him up. Yeah, yeah yeah, yaddi, yaddi, yadda, and her I am, I relented to shut him up. I do love you Ben. (Awwww! Throughout the crowd. Ashley moves to his sling, drops his towel and is quickly secured into his sling. The crowd applauds) MC: “Some of you may recognize contestant two from his corner near the 511 where he sells his wares; One of Toronto’s finest gay sex workers, Felix! (Fe;ix runs to his sling stark naked with a raging hard on leading his way. He takes a deep bow before getting strapped in.) MC: “Now you’ll find this hard to believe, but how could this cute cub be lying with that innocent looking face. This mare is a virgin. He swears he’s never even sucked a man’s cock. (The crowd murmurs) The first stallion to mount him will be spoiling his virgin cherry ass. Watch these stallions rush for that chance, camera men be sure to capture that special moment. Of Iranian decent, raised in Briton, 24-year-old Ali. (Ali makes his way to the last sling wearing a black jock strap and is strapped in for the final round of applause.) MC: “Stallions it’s time to get rid of your jock straps! It’s GAME ON! Let the fucking begin. Remember to save an orgasm for the stroke of midnight” Ali’s thoughts: ‘My heart was racing and my tongue was dryer than the desert. But I was now in the sling and I hadn’t thrown up. I had the first time I used a dildo on my hole; I chose an eight inch fairly thick one knowing I could have to deal with some monster cocks in this competition. When the game started, I was swarmed by maybe a dozen guys all fighting to be 1st get at my virgin hole. I could have been, should have been, but wasn’t prepared for this. The judge assigned to me did his best to calm the fight and a tall handsome muscular guy in his mid thirties had managed the best position. A camara man pushed through the crowd first focusing on my face (Full of terror) then moving down to capture ‘the main event’. A jar of coconut oil appeared, and a generous portion was fingered and pushed into my hole. Only then did I see my stallion’s huge erection. Ten solid inches, thick as my dildo, and straight as an arrow. The spongy head was soon pushing at my virginity. I couldn’t take my terrified eyes off it thinking ‘Allah, this is going to rip me apart’. My stallion sensing my fear bent over and kissed me square on the lips. It was so disarming to enjoy my first kiss from a man that my body began to relax. When he stood, he motioned for me to keep my eyes on his strong but compassionate gaze. Someone on my left got close to my ear and gently coached me to breath deep and push my ass out. I concentrated on the warm deep dark brown eyes, my breath and pushed thinking this must be what it’s like to birth a baby. Very soon a burning pain ripped through my ass. If my hands hadn’t been strapped down, I would have pushed the brute away. The voice in my left ear assured, “His head is through, just keep breathing and try to relax through the pain.” The strong face held my gaze and supply nodded. The voice on my left, “Let him in, it will feel better soon, I promise.” Eye’s wide open I silently prayed to Allah, ‘If this be your will then I offer my body wholly and completely, use me as your sacred instrument.” Magically he moved deeper into me, and I soon felt his balls resting on my taint. The voice on my left again “Fuck yeah, you did it, that’s it, he’s all the way in, you’re a natural.” The stallion was nodding his head with great please and then he spoke; “I’ve claimed your cherry Ali, you are no longer a virgin.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing my own voice; “You may have claimed my cherry, but I’m a virgin until you fill me with your cum.” The crowd went wild. And so did my stallion pounding into me harder and faster with every fuck stroke. I didn’t even notice the moment when the pain and fear totally subsided, but I did notice my eye’s roll into the back of my head and my body flood with a power and pleasure I had never even dreamed was possible. It was time to pray again, ‘Thank you Allah for letting me be your servant.” I don’t know how long the ecstatic pounding lasted but I did notice the stallion struggling to get his breath. Then it was his turn for his eyes to roll back, and I felt a warmness filling me deep inside. It was as if every muscle in this strong stallion was convulsing over and over, and over and over again. Then he collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck, then he began to suck on my neck, and then sucked even harder until it hurt. I began to wonder if Allah had given my body over to a vampire. His voice emerged harsh and raspy; “You are now no longer a virgin; I’ve marked you inside and out.” The voice to my left; “He gave you a big hicky!” I was unbelieving; “But did he breed me?” The voice: “Oh yeah son, he fuckin bred you deep. You’ve scored your first load of the evening.” The stallion pulled out and I felt so empty for a split second. My second raw cock was already deep inside me and wasted no time in plunging into a vigorous fuck!’ Felix's thoughts; ‘I had always loved putting on a sex show and this being centre stage was amazing. It was only slightly distracting that the cub was getting the most attention, but I didn’t give it much thought. The night was young and I knew I was very gifted at my trade. My first stallion had an ugly face and big pot belly, but I never let appearances affect the service and pleasure I was hired to provide. The important thing was his cock. It was not that long, but it was incredibly thick, in fact thicker than a beer can. When he asked around for lube I lied and told him I had pre lubed. I encouraged him to drive it home. He didn’t need encouragement. He plunged into the hilt in one motion which knocked the air out of me. My ass hurt like fuckin hell, but I knew he’d torn me apart and that he had fulfilled my goal. There would be plenty of time later to transcend into the pleasure of the many fucks to come. I focused on milking his raw cock with my asses professional expertise and was rewarded quickly with the first breeding of the three guys in the competition. My ass was now filled with my lube of choice. The next dad bod cock was in me as soon as the big, bellied troll pulled out.’ Ashley’s thoughts: ‘The first stallion at my hole was a tall skinny albino with a eight inch downward curved man tool. His vein’s bulged all over his body and I was convinced he must be the toxic poz stallion. I was instantly furious with Ben. How could I have let him trick me into getting knocked up? I caught his eye in the crowd, and he had clearly put the pieces together and come to the same conclusion as me. Difference was he was jubilant and sharing his good news with the observers around him. Rather than asking for lube the albino took time to eat out my ass and lube me with his spit. The pleasure of his hot lips and tongue shifted my focus. I began to think, ‘this is amazing I really don’t want it to stop’. But when I heard the troll unload in the guy beside me, I cried, “Just fuck me already.” He wasn’t going to be rushed and kept up his oral ministrations on my ass. Finally, he stood and that magnificent tool snaked into my guts. It had a way of just brushing past my prostate that had me horny as hell in no time. He laid on a great fuck that had me oblivious to the conclusion I had reached about his status. He fucked me for what seemed like the longest time and when I heard the crowd congratulating the cub on loosing his virginity and taking his first load, I blasted off a hands-free ejaculation. Not even my ass contractions brought this tall, long cocked stallion off. It wasn’t until after the sex worker had taken his third breeding that my albino stallion announced he was ready to cum. Oblivious to his status I begged with a loud voice; “Fucking breed me deep man, breed me already.” As his convulsions rocked my body I could here Ben in the crowd cheering. “Knock my man up. Yeah, knock him up!”

Chapter 5 – Pete and Rich Gary’s phone chime went off and he turned his attention to his phone. He clicked away and a smile came upon his face. He got up and walked over to the front door. He returned with another man. He was slightly shorter than Gary but similar, looks like he could be his relative or something. G: Hey Tanner, this is Pete. Hey Rich, looks it’s Pete. Rich instantly became elated to see the new man. G: Pete came especially for you Rich. R: Okay, Tanner, I’ll be right back. I’m going into the other room with Pete. We have stuff to discuss. I shouldn’t be that long. Just stay here with Gary. He’ll take care of you for a moment. He bent down to Tanner’s ear. R: Just don’t be stupid. I’ll be right back. Pete handed some items over to Gary. Then Rich got up and walked into the other room with Pete. This left Tanner alone with Gary. Pete led Rich to the playroom. The main room with a bed, a sling, a fuck bench, and all sorts of fun goodies. They both sat down on the bed. R: so I knew your cousin would message you and leg you know I was coming by. We can play a little but I have to get back in there. I have to protect my friend. P: he’s a big boy, he can take care of himself. R: he’s a big boy alright. He’s packing a nice thick 6.5 maybe 7 that I finally got to see in the flesh. You know how we always wanna try out those straight ones. Especially your cousin out there. So we have to be quick. P: first thing is first. Open up your mouth. I have some really good G and I wanna fuck your passed out hole. haha just kidding. No but really watch out, this stuff is strong. Pete opens his vial of G and uses a dropper to squirt a small amount of G into Rich’s mouth. P: have you been fucked yet? R: no I’ve been on babysitting duty remember. So you going to bump me already? P: no I have other plans for you. Here take this Pete is holding a backpack and opens it. he pulls out a baggie with pills and a water bottle. He hands Richa blue pill and he takes it. he downs some water. R: what was that? P: that was a dick pill. I like my boys to be hard when I fuck them. Pete pulls out a needle. Rich looks down at the needle in his hand. R: idk about this right now. I have to keep an eye on Tanner. P:the sooner I hit you, the sooner we fuck, the sooner you go back to babysitting. R: okay but make it quick. Pete fills the syringe and makes a point. He pulls out another needle and makes another. They pull out a rubber tourniquet and Rich gets tied off. Pete finds a vein and pushes the plunger. Rich lets the tourniquet go and instantly feels the rush. He starts a bit of a coughing fit. Pete follows him and hits himself. Pete strips down naked and is already hard showing off his 8 inches. Rich immediately gets down on his knees and sucks on Pete’s meat. He gets it all sloppy wet. Pete grabs Rich and throws him down against the fuck bench. Rich gets into his position and Pete comes up behind him and pushes his dick straight in. The bottom moans like a two dollar whore in heat. Rich can feel every inch in every thrust, in and out. Fuck, how long has he been fucked in this position? His legs are starting to cramp up a bit due to the position. In between moans, he asks for a new position. Pete grabs Rich and throws him against the bed. They fuck in missionary position for about 20 minutes or so. Just as Pete is shooting his load keep in the bottom, the door opens and in comes Gary with the naked straight boy Tanner over his shoulder. Tanner gets placed in the sling. Rich jumps up and runs to his friend. R: what the fuck happened out there? G: your friend here said he wanted to parTy, just like you. You know the rules of the house. Fair game. R: how fucked up is he? And how fucked is he? G: Well he had a small amount of the good G and three or so booty bumps haha. How fucked is he? Not very fucked yet. Only put one load in him so far. I recorded some of it. Gary pulled out his phone and started playing the video for Rich and Pete. Rich is jerking off while watching his friend getting defiled and loving it. G: Don’t worry, the next load is the visual main event. R: you’re gonna fuck him again already? G: No, no, no. I’m gonna wait a while for that. No, the next one to fuck him is going to be you. And I’ll record every moment of this twacked out twink on twacked out twink fucking. Rich’s dick throbbed at the thought of seeding his best friend. Especially while he is super high. How did he let this happen? How had he not seen this coming? Chapter 6 – Next Level of Friendship Inside Rich’s head there is a struggle going on. On one hand, he had the trust and love of his best friend to think about. On the other hand, he had a very high best friend, in a sling, that is begging for more loads up his straight boy hole. At least he will be begging for more. He’s currently in a G hole. Not that bad, should wear off in a while. Rich knew which of the two sides had won out. He wanted to seed Tanner deep and have him beg for it. He looked down at his friend laying there in the sling, in a dream haze. He turned to the two men. R: okay, I’ll fuck him. But I need him more awake than this. Let’s chill a bit and come back to him when he’s pulled himself out of his Good time. G: I knew we could count on you to make the right decision my little friend. Gary walked up the boy in the sling. He took his hand and wrapped it around the boy’s hard on. He rubbed all over his smooth area. He loved a good smooth boy. His fingers circled the boy’s balls. He followed the taint to the used hole. Gary sticks his finger in just a bit. Just enough to get some of his cum on his finger. He put it up to the boy’s mouth and let him suckle on it for a moment. The two men and teen walked out of the room, leaving the boy in the sling time to crawl out of his dreamy haze a bit. They came out to the living room and the two men sat on the couch. As if already ordered to, Rich gets on his knees in front of Pete and starts sucking on his dick. Pete pulled the boy off of his dick. He was hard but still sensitive from his recent orgasm. He brushed him away and the boy moved over and started sucking on Gary’s dick. Rich went straight to deep throating the 7 inches in his mouth. Pete takes the opportunity to refill one of the pipes. He melts it and unleashes a big cloud. For a moment, the room had been visually cleared up. This cloud branched out and a haze returned to the room. Pete and Gary start shotgunning the hit between the two of them. After the cloud was passed between the two men, they would blow it down in Rich’s face. Rich thought to himself, what a waste of tina cloud. But he knew his place, and he was busy sucking dick. Beside, he had just been shot up. He was probably good for a while. He knew his hole was itching, begging for attention but he also knew there was a plan in place. He had to follow Gary’s plan to stay on his good side. They chilled on the couch like this for a while. It wasn’t until they started hearing Tanner call out from the other room did they get to their feet. They followed the boy’s voice back into the playroom. They walked up and the men stood on the boy’s sides while Rich stood between Tanner’s legs. The boy was spread eagle while his feet were strapped to the stirrups. Tanner tried to pull his arms up but found they were tied down. Tanner looked so confused. T: What happened? Why am I in this thing? G: Remember, I was giving you your booty bump. Between that and the G you took, you got unstable so I had to strap you down for your own protection. Tanner looked like he was searching his memory and found some truth in his statement. G: Do you also remember me playing with your boy hole? like this… That was the signal. Rich reached up and pushed 2 fingers fully into the boy’s ass. A sexy moan escaped and betrayed the boy. G: don’t you remember how much you liked that? Rich pushed in and out, in and out. Then he added a third finger. Tanner closed his eyes and moaned again. This time it was loud enough to have a slight echo in the room. Pete is standing on the side jerking off watching this little scene. Gary walks off for a moment while Rich continues to push in and out. Gary returns with his phone and is obviously recording. He gets a wide shot showing the twink in the sling. He goes in closer to check out the teen’s body. He zooms in on the boy’s 6.5 inch dick still standing straight up. He goes lower to zoom in on the fingers fucking the boy hole. They are gliding nicely. Gary zooms out and then gets Tanner’s face in the shot. He needed to get Tanner’s message on record. G: you like that? You like those fingers in your straight boy hole? Tanner kept his eyes closed but nodded his head in agreement. G: Do you feel good right now? Are you on a good level? Tanner kept his eyes closed and nodded yes. Gary nods at Rich and Rich pulls his fingers out fully. Tanner’s eyes shoot open. T: No, please. I need them in there. Please. It feels so good. G: you need something back in your hole to make you feel good? Is that it? Tanner looked into the phone and nodded his head yes. G: well the fingers are retired. Besides we have something better to fill you with. Do you wanna feel good again? Wanna really party? Tanner looked into the phone and really shook his head up and down. T: yeah, I wanna get so fucking high. G: oh we can get you there boy. And your little friend here is going to help. Gary turned around and started fiddling with some equipment. He was starting up some cameras he has set up to capture the action in the sling. There was one directly above Tanner that got his attention when the little red light turned on. Gary came back and put his hand on the boy’s smooth chest. He dragged his hand all over the torso. He dipped further down on the boy and went over his smooth dick and balls. A light moan from the boy was heard. G: Okay Tanner. You straight twink hottie. We’re going to get you flying. Hey Pete, make the boy a dart. Make it a good one. Rich, get down there and wet the boy’s hole. Pete walked away to get his bag. Rich got down between the sling boy’s legs and started tonguing his hole. Waves of pleasure hit Tanner. He starts moaning like he’s stuck on repeat. Pete walks back with a loaded syringe. He unbinds one of the boy’s arm and wraps it tight. P: okay now, Tanner, don’t move or this will hurt. Okay… Tanner licked his lips and nodded. Pete finds a vein and registers. Tanner looks away. P: any final words for us before you blast off? Tanner kept his eyes shut. A single tear falls from his right eye. T: Just. Just please don’t. … please don’t fuck me. The two men start laughing uncontrollably. G: Too late for that one. Pete pushes the liquid into the bloodstream. He unties Tanner’s arm and lifts it straight up. Tanner starts a coughing fit. He fights to catch his breath. Gary takes the opportunity to jerk the boy off and rubs his chest. Eventually, the boy slows down his breathing and his eyes shoot open. His eyes are all pupil. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. He had shot his load instantly from the rush. As soon as he locks eyes with Rich, that’s his queue to put his dick against the bottom’s hole. He pushes the head of his dick in the hole. Tanner moans loudly. T: yeah, keep pushing those fingers in me. I need it in me. Rich looks into his best friend’s eyes and mouths “I’m sorry”. Then he pushes forward and slides the entire length of his 7 inches into the straight boy. Tanner throws his head back. He’s making noises of pleasure – no words per say. But definitely pleasure. Rich pulls almost completely out. This panic’s Tanner. T: no please, don’t take it out. Put it back in. I need it. R: you want me to fuck you? Fuck you with my big dick? Tanner nods yes. G: out loud. So we can hear you boy! T: Yes, I need it. I need your dick in my hole. fuck me. please fuck me. Rich smiles at his friend and slowly pushes back in. His smooth balls slap his perky ass. Rich takes his time. He gives his friend a slow passionate fucking. The kind Rich thought Tanner should have had for his first time. The men get board with the slow process Rich was dealing out. They walked off. G: Hey come get us when your done with the love making. Then the real fucking can start. Rich continued to slowly slap into his friend. Tanner was lost in the pleasure of this experience and zoned out. When he was finally ready to shoot, Rich smacked Tanner on the cheek to get his attention. R: I’m going to fucking cum in you. That’s what you want right? You want me cum deep in you? T: Yes, fill me up. Deep inside of me. Make me feel so good. Rich grabbed Tanner by the hips and made a final thrust as he started to shoot his thick ropes of cum deep in his best friend. R: Take every drop. Rich waited a moment before pulling out. He wanted as much of his cum to stay inside of his friend. After a minute or two, Rich pulled his dick out of the boy. Only a drizzle of cum escaped the boy’s hole before it closed up. Rich called out for the two men for them to return. They practically ran back. It was their turn with the boy. P: Go ahead Gary. It’s your boy. Have your turn first. T: Yes, fill me up with your dicks. I need more cum in me. G: Damn, this straight boy is really coming around. I bet you never thought this would happen to you in your wildest dreams. But tonight is all about having good times. Gary got into position and thrusted deep inside the twink. This made Tanner throw his head back and moan on repeat. Gary started deep thrusting and slamming into the boy. The balls slapping into the twink echoed in the silent room but were drowned out by the boys moans and groans. Lucky for Tanner he didn’t have to get adjusted to much. Gary’s dick was just a little thicker than Rich’s. Tanner continued to egg the men on as they pummeled his ass. Both men fucked him like they were trying to break him in two. Each shot their loads keep inside the twink. They eventually untied him and threw him on the bed so he could get some rest. Tanner had shot his load a few times while getting dicked down. After they retired Tanner, the two men each had a round deep fucking Rich. The more experienced bottom took their loads in stride. At the end of the night, they were pretty fucked up. They hydrated and waited until the sun almost came up. The two teens left the party house and Rich drove them back to their apartment. Once home, they were still horny so they put on some porn and jerked off together on the living room couch. Tanner stayed awake long enough for his hard on to die down. That’s when he finally crashed out. Chapter 7 – Evening the Score Tanner woke up around noon. He was naked in his bed. He was covered in dried sweat and dried cum. He reached down to his dick. Then he slowly reached behind himself and touched his hole. It was still a bit tender from his night festivities. Suddenly, a wave of distorted memories of the night flood him mind. Tanner thought to himself. “What the fuck had he let happen last night? Did he really do all that?” He got up and jumped in the shower. He kept replaying the events of the night in his head. How he let fingers go up his hole. How he had let his hole get eaten out. How he let the guys take his virgin hole and use it. And then there was the amazing feeling he remembered from getting fucked and shoot his load. He took some time to make sense of the whole situation. Tanner threw on some boxers and walked out to the kitchen. There was Rich, also cleaned off and wearing clean boxers. The two guys stood there in awkward silence for a long moment. Rich finally broke the silence. R: I warned you. I warned you not to say you were a parTy boy. Tanner pointed his finger at Rich and went angry in the face like he was about to explode. Then the anger disappeared off his face and drops his finger. T: yeah, you were right. That was my fuck up. The two guys share an uncomfortable chuckle. Tanner put his pointer finger back up, pointed at his friend. T: how come you never told me? R: Told you about what? T: how good it feels to get fucked up and fucked in the ass. R: you really liked it, huh? T: yes, it was amazing. If you ever tell anyone I said or did that, I’ll murder you. But it was fucking great. I never knew. R: yeah, most straight guys never find that out. To get fucked while partying feels out of this world. Glad you liked it so much. I was kinda worried that things would get weird. T: Weird why? Just because you put your dick in me? The guys laugh out loud. Tanner walks right up to Rich and slaps his ass. T: Don’t worry. I plan on evening the score next time. Tanner jumps up with excitement. R: But yeah, you made some friends last night. They loved you and your hole. They said to tell you in case you don’t remember, that no one made you suck a dick because you are straight and they respect that. Haha. But you and your hole are always welcome to come back for more. Maybe next time you could use your thick dick on one of us. They invited us back when we run out. T: Run out of what? Rich walks over to a kitchen drawer, opens it and pulls out a pipe and full baggie of tina. R: like I said, they loved you. And they love me too. So they sent us home with some favors. Before Tanner could say anything, Rich was already loading the pipe. He pulls out a torch and melts the contents of the bowel. He takes his hit with stride. One big cloud later, he passed it to Tanner. They finish a bowl and then repack the pipe. They go through another bowl while just talking about the events of the night. After reloading the pipe for a third time, Tanner takes three big hits back to back, building his tina courage to act. He goes and sits on the couch. He holds out the pipe in his hand for Rich and says… T: Come over here and blow a cloud on my dick. You gotta get me hard if I’m going to even our score and fuck you. Rich practically runs over to the couch. Tanner hands him the pipe in one hand and pulls his boxers down with the other hand. Rich looks down at his friend’s dick. It’s not hard yet but it’s not all the way soft. It’s like halfway there. Rich gets down between the legs and takes his hit. He makes it a good one but he releases it before he could get down on the dick. R: oh wow. Sorry performance anxiety haha. Rich takes another big hit and holds the pipe up for Tanner to grab. Then he puts the half hard dick in his mouth and starts sucking on it. White vapor escapes around the dick. Tanner looks down at this little scene and is loving it. He lets Rich finish off the bowl so he can enjoy the clouds surrounding his dick. Everything does its job and Tanner is hard in no time. Rich is really going to town on his friend’s dick. He’s getting that deep throat saliva coating the dick. Making it as slick as possible. Rich gets up and drops his boxers to the floor. He steps out of them and straddles his friend. Tanner’s hard dick is sliding up and down Rich’s ass crack – just teasing Rich. Rich reaches underneath himself and positions Tanner’s thick 6.5 inch dick to his hole. He pushes down and the dick slips in. Rich bounces up and down, each time getting more and more of the dick inside of himself. It takes a few bounces but Rich gets all of Tanner inside of his ass. Tanner places his hands on Rich’s ass cheeks and Rich starts to ride his best friend. It feels like hours go by while they fuck in this intimate position but in reality only about 20 mins. After that Rich climbs off of Tanner. They go over to Tanner’s bed and they lay on their sides. Tanner pushes his dick deep inside Ric. After they get tired of fucking on their sides, Rich is placed on his stomach. Tanner kicks Rich’s legs open and lays right on top of him. He fucks Rich like this, pushing the air right out of the bottom with each thrust. Tanner grabs Rich by the neck from behind and slams into the twink. T: I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’mmmmmmm uuuughh Tanner pulls out and jumps out of bed. T: alright whore, I know you are all wobbly legged now but get out of my bed. hahaha R: very funny dickless. Rich stands up and goes to walk out of the room but stops and turns toward Tanner. R: Are we good? Like it’s not going to get weird, right? With us? T: yeah, we’re good. I’m still straight. We’re still friends. I’m even cool with the other guys. It’s just good to know I have options available when I need them. Especially if we need to get high. Both guys laugh out loud. Rich walks off to jump in the shower. Tanner goes to lay in his bed. He thinks to himself – I wonder what the guys are up to right now? I think I wanna get blasted off to the moon again today. He reaches down to touch his hole. T: it wasn’t that bad. Plus the nut was amazing. HEY RICH! What do you think Gary is up to today?

I was originally pierced at 6ga. After a year, I went to 4ga with literally 0 struggle. Another year, I went to 2ga with literally 0 struggle. Going from 2 to 0 was a little challenging, and I still can't keep my 0ga in 24/7 (after about 1.5 months of having the 0ga jewelry). I got the 0ga jewelry like a year and 2 months after I went to 2ga. I wore a 1ga for a few months prior to getting the 0ga jewelry and that helped a lot. I used a 0ga taper to help get the 0ga in early on. Sometimes it gets uncomfortable and I take it out for a night. I have found that if I need to take the 0ga out because it's uncomfortable, I can just put my 1ga back in, and then after a night or a few hours, I can put the 0ga back in with no struggle. I think being physically active helps a lot with natural stretching. I run and dance a lot, so there was a lot of movement that naturally helped things stretch with no pain. IMO, the stretching shouldn't be painful.

I was looking on Grindr one night when a 18 year old hit me up and asked if I wanted to fuck him on his parent's bed. I said of course, so he gave me the address which was only a mile or so away, so I hopped in my car and went over. He met me at the door wearing pajama bottoms and a hoodie. He was pretty cute, a couple inches shorter than me with curly hair and a few extra pounds, but he carried it well. He invited me inside and I followed him up to the master bedroom. I saw lube and a condom on one of the bedside tables, so I figured he'd have me wrap it up, but I decided to see if I could get him worked up enough to let me fuck him raw. We started kissing and he pulled off my shirt and then his hoodie. He dropped to his knees and then pulled down my sweats. I quickly pulled off my shoes and socks and stepped out of my sweats. He took my semi in his mouth and started sucking me off. I got hard pretty quick and after a few minutes he got on his hands and knees and asked me if I rim. I yanked down his pajamas and started lapping at his hole. It was freshly cleaned and he moaned like crazy. After a couple minutes he flipped over and asked me if I minded a little role play. I told him know and asked what he had in mind. He said he wanted me to fuck him a bit with the condom on and then break it. I told him that's fucking hot and he said he could tell and grabbed my rock hard cock. I told him to put the condom on me so he opened it up and rolled it on. He grabbed some lube and lubed up his hole and handed the bottle to me so I could lube up my covered cock. He wanted to ride me first so I payed down on the bed and he straddled me as I held my cock straight up. He slid down it slowly until he bottomed out, then got into a rhythm bouncing up and down. After a couple minutes he changed pace, slowly drawing up until just my tip was in him, then slamming back down. When he drew up I grabbed my cock and pulled down on the condom stretching it incredibly thin. When he pushed down again I felt it snap. When he pulled up I saw it bunched at the base of my cock. I looked up at his face and he had his eyes closed with a look of pleasure. My suddenly bare cock was rubbing the walls inside this teen's ass and it felt amazing. "Can I fuck you doggie style?" I asked him. He agreed and pulled off and got on his hands and knees. I got up behind him. "Oh fuck," I told him, "the condom broke. Do you have another one?" "No," he replied, looking back at me as I pulled the broken condom off and tossed it on the floor. "That was my only one. Damn, I wanted to cum with you inside me." I put my cock up along his ass crack and wrapped my arms around him. "I can put it in for a little bit and you can jerk off real quick," I suggested. "That's still pretty risky," he replied. I could tell he was going to make me work for it. I started sliding my cock up and down his crack, inching it closer to his hole every time. "I just got tested and I'm neg," I told him, which was true. "I don't know," he said, moaning as the bare tip of my cock brushed his hole. I pressed my cock at his hole, it started to give with the lube that was already coating it. "We shouldn't," he whispered. "Just let me put inside for a minute. It felt so good when the condom broke," I said to him. His hole relaxed and my raw cock started sliding in. "Okay, but just while I jerk off real quick. Don't move," he told me. My bare cock slid in balls deep as he started jerking his cock furiously. "You'll cum faster if my cock is rubbing your prostate," I suggested. "Okay then," he replied. I started thrusting my cock in and out of his unprotected hole as he masturbated. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head slightly back and he moaned in pleasure. Suddenly after a couple minutes the hand supporting him on the bed slid forward and he collapsed forward onto his stomach and I fell forward on his back, ensuring my cock stayed inside him. I kept thrusting into him. "I can't jerk off like this," he complained. "But it feels good right?" I asked. "Yeah, but it's risky," he said. "I've already been barebacking you for a few minutes, what's a few minutes more to make it feel really great?" I asked him. "I guess," he said. "Fuck your cock feels great in me." "Better than when I had the condom on, right?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, I guess the risk is making it way hotter," he replied. "Nah, it's just because this is how guys are supposed to fuck," I told him. I flipped him onto his back so I could kiss him, once again sliding my unprotected cock into him. He wrapped his legs around me and started to jerk off again as I fucked him. "You should probably pull out when you cum," he said. "Its probably better if I cum inside you so I don't get any jizz on your parents bed," I told him. He smiled up at me. "Yeah, you're probably right." I fuck him for a a couple more minutes, letting my bare cock slide almost all the way out before going back in again balls deep. I felt my orgasm starting to build. I grabbed his hair again. "You're about to get bred by a stranger on your parent's bed," I whispered in his ear. "Yeah, do it!" He said. "Do what?" I asked. "Cum in me," he panted. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Just breed me, I almost there!" he cried. That sent me over the edge and my orgasm hit and I started pumping my sperm into his raw teen ass. "Yeah, I'm cumming in you," I told him. He moaned and shot his own load onto his stomach. I collapsed on him and he wrapped his arms around me, my raw cock still buried in him. "That was perfect," he told me. A couple weeks later he had me over and I fucked him doggy style in his hot tub. I told him I should cum in him again so we didn't make a mess in the tub. That made him laugh. His parents were asleep upstairs.

Thursday 10 pm Time flies when you’re having fun. Though sometimes, and this is when you know you’re riding the right amount of drugs, when I’m high and in the moment, time seems to stop, and all I can focus on is the cock, mouth, or hole in front of me. This is what I love about chemsex, the way it focuses your entire being on men and fucking. It’s not about letting it run my life, but using it to bring my buddies and me pleasure. It’s a balance, and I love teaching my bottom boys how to manage it and not lose themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love that we all get twisted, but I want them to learn how we all watch out for each other. I must have lapped at Drew’s smooth hole for almost an hour now. Sticking my tongue in, slowly teasing it open, spitting on the hole, taking my time to lap it up, making slow circles around the outside ring. Sometimes I reach up to work on his hard cock, edging him. Meanwhile, Jack loves playing with Drew’s fresh nips, teaching them how to be even more sensitive to the touch. Drew’s cock has been leaking precum like a fountain, and it was hot watching Jack grab it from Drew’s dick and whatever was on his stomach, and bring his precum-covered hand for Drew to lap up. I notice that the front of my jeans is wet from my own leaking cock. I’m sure Jack’s in the same situation. At one point earlier, Jack turned Drew on his stomach to lie on top of him, his smooth ass arched up, giving me a great view and access. I smiled as Drew reached over and moved a part of Jack’s button-down shirt to one side so that he could suck on Jack’s big eraser-sized nips. Jack played with Drew’s hair, encouraging him on, instructing Drew how to suck. “Bite it lightly, now cover it with your lips and slobber over it, with lots of spit, and stick your tongue out and draw it around the sides of the raised nips, feel how hard they are for you. You have to vary the feeling. Watch the guy’s reaction, and you’ll know what feels good to him.” “That’s right, baby. I love it when you suck on my big nips like that–seeing you naked on top of me. Your daddy behind you, eating your ass, opening you up. Is this what you wanted? We’ve talked about this for the past month, Drew. How you wanted to be used by men, to role play, to take loads from guys, whether they’re neg or poz. How you’ve wanted to try Tina and G, whatever we wanted to give you. This turns you on, doesn’t it? “Oh my God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Cruising online, finding pnp videos that I’ve jacked off to so many times. I want it badly.” “We love making your dreams come true, Drew.” “Thank you, Uncle Jack.” “Good. Your daddy is going to fill the pipe again, and I want you to suck on it while I make you another Coke with G. This time, I’ll give you a little more. Don’t worry, I just want you even more on the edge and hornier. But we’re going to take care of you, even if you nod off a little bit. You have nothing to worry about. We’ll make sure to wake you up smiling. Okay, baby? You trust us? “Yes, sir, I do. I want you to use me.” “Atta boy, that’s what we like to hear.” I know what Jack has in mind. We haven’t done this in a while, and we need to make sure the bottom is fully on board, which Drew is. Sounds like Jack’s been working on Drew for a while now. A hot newbie chem bottom who’s willing to try it all is a fucking birthday, Christmas, and anniversary present all rolled into one. You don’t get it very often, and there’s no guarantee it’ll go well. Some are all talk, but this kid is ready and willing. I haven’t seen any hesitation on his part, which will make this whole situation even better. I want to see how far we can push his boundaries. Honestly, A+ for this kid so far. I help Drew up from the couch and make out with him, letting him know that he’s exactly how we want him to be. While we make out standing up, I can feel his cock next to my leg, rubbing against the jeans. None of us has watched the porn on the screen at all; we’re so engrossed in the moment. At this point, it’s just there to add to the general sleaziness of the situation. We all realize that it’s not about the porn. Not at this point anyway. Jack stands up, unbuttons his shirt all the way, but leaves it on. He’s so sexy like that, with just his chest and nips showing, his bulge straining in his jeans. I pull away from making out with Drew, and we both watch Jack adjust his big dick in his jeans to make himself a little more comfortable. “I’ll get us some G. Drew, I’ll get you a robe too. We love you naked, but remember everything is a balance. While we get ourselves together for this next round, just wear the robe. You don’t have to close it, just leave it open, but it’ll keep you warm. I’ll turn the fireplace on too.” Drew reaches back and feels up his hole. “It’s so wet.” “You’re starting to smell like me, Drew. You got my slobber all over your hole.” Drew brings his hand back from feeling his hole and licks it. “Tastes good! Uncle Jack, can I help you with the G? I want to know what to do.” “Absolutely, Drew. Follow me, and we’ll get you that robe, then you can watch as I prepare the G. “There will be a quiz, later, Drew. Take notes.” Drew has a big smile as I say that. I watch Drew turn to follow Jack. His pert ass and the back of his thighs shiny from my slobber, his hair tousled. These breaks are important; they help the mood as it rises and falls. It’s like gooning and edging, knowing when to ease off to give yourself time to breathe. We could have jumped right to fucking, which I’m sure Drew would have loved, but this is about training and taking our time, letting him open up and be comfortable. My buddies and I all have different roles and strengths, but what Jack and I are particularly good at is this: what we’re doing right now. Getting him to break his bonds of shame, and let his inner pig out. We’re not fucking selfish. We’re in this together, and we want to train Drew so he goes on to more adventures. I take a quick peek at my phone and see that Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne have all checked in on our Telegram group chat. I quickly type that this kid’s a keeper, that we’re having an excellent time, and that I hope they come over when they’re free. Knowing their schedules, Kevin will probably come over in the morning. Henry and Dwayne will come later tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have cumpany with them. We don’t bring anyone who hasn’t been vetted, but thankfully we have a stable of men who join us. It’s nice to share in the fun. I watch Drew put on the bathrobe, leaving it open, giving us a peek at his still hard cock, his torso, and legs. As Drew and Jack head to the kitchen, I put my phone away and refill the pipe. I take out two more pipes from the coffee table drawer and fill them up as well. We don’t skimp, and it’s nice to have them ready. That’s what the burly straight dad taught me one summer while camping, but that’s a story for another time. The porn on the TV is set up so that another one automatically plays when it finishes. Jack has an extensive collection of both professional and amateur porn. I take the torch and melt the Tina in all three pipes, taking hits one after another from all of them. Don’t want any rocks spilling out. My dick jumps up a little as I smoke up. Kid was taking lots of hits in the beginning, shotgunning some to Jack and me, but then we got into the foreplay and stopped. Time’s right to get us amped up again. As I hit the pipes, I see Drew and Jack in the kitchen taking some Cokes in a glass to the counter. I’m sure if they were to look my way, all they would see are big clouds floating in the living room. Jack’s showing Drew how to measure the G. I can hear Jack telling him not to take G with alcohol, it just makes you sick, and that’s no fun. Jack fills the first and second glasses and lets Drew fill his own, showing him how much G to put in. Jack gets behind Drew as he’s doing this and pulls his robe open more and plays with Jack’s nips as he measures the G. I can see Drew momentarily close his eyes, wrapped up in the pleasure. Jack eggs him on, and Drew fills up his Coke with his dose. There’s about a foot difference in height between the two, which is fucking hot. The sight of Jack behind Drew, fondling him under his robe, is perfect. I want that shot burned in my memory banks. I put the third pipe down as they come back to the living room with three glasses. Drew’s open robe sways as he walks up to me. He smiles as he hands me my glass. I nod my head up, encouraging him over, and he comes in for a kiss. He does the same to Jack and the three of us down the Cokes. I’m used to the bitter taste, but I can see Drew whinge a little. It’s probably because he has more than we do. I reach down, get a pipe and put it in Drew’s mouth. “Here, take a hit. It will help with the taste. There are three pipes there now, just grab any when you want.” Jack takes our glasses and brings them to the kitchen while Drew fires up the torch and takes a few big hits in a row from the pipe. He’s getting good at taking in the Tina and at making clouds. “Just like I showed you earlier, blow them out slowly, and let the smoke creep out. Like it’s a living thing.” He’s getting the hang of it. It’s all a part of the show, of course. The clouds coming from his mouth are mesmerizing. “Better?” “Yeah, that G tastes horrible.” “Later, I’ll get a bubble ready and fill it up with Gatorade. That adds a nice, sweet flavor. Sit and get comfy, you’ll start to feel the G shortly.” The three of us sit back down on the couch. Drew between us, robe still open. His cock is no longer steel-hard, but it’s beautifully chubby and shiny. Jack reaches for a remote by his side to turn on the fireplace. “Thank you so much, guys. I’m having a great time.” “Let’s talk before the G hits, okay? Remember, this is all about fun. Follow our orders and speak up when you want something or need to take a break. We don’t like a bossy bottom, but we do like one who knows what he wants. We’re going to help you unlock that side.” As Jack says this, Drew watches him intensely looking directly into Jack's eyes. They lean in to kiss, and I grab one of the pipes and take a hit as they make out. Jack pulls away, a line of spit dangling between them, and nods for Drew to do a shotgun. I lean in to kiss him, holding the Tina in my lungs. Our mouths lock, and feel our tongues start to dance around each other. I reach up, holding his head lightly, and slowly blow in the smoke. We continue to make out as he lets the smoke out between us. It comes out thick, between kisses and out of his nose. Big hit for sure. Drew leans his head back, gives a big sigh, and says, “fuck, that’s good!” Jack draws open Drew’s robe some more and starts tweaking one of his nips. I spit in my hand and play with his cock, slowly. I feel it get even more chubby as I move my hand up and down the shaft. I then move to caress the head of his dick and lean over to whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my raw cock in your hole.” This makes Drew squirm in excitement. Head still back, eyes closed, probably starting to feel the waves of pleasure from the G. Jack’s got his hands all over Drew’s inner thigh as we ramp things up. “I’m getting a little dreamy. Horny and dreamy.” “That’s alright, that’s what you’re supposed to feel. The G is kicking in since you had a higher dose. Plus, we’re bigger and used to it. Just let it flow, Drew. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.” With that Drew starts to grind his hips in circles as I slowly jack him, and Jack alternates between Drew’s nips and thighs. “Drew, you may want to close your eyes a bit. That’s okay, let it happen. But we’re going to continue to have fun. Your cock is going to remain hard, and you’re going to feel warm and very, very horny. You may come in and out, but just ride the waves. Breathe and relax into it.” “Yeah, please!” This time, it’s Jack’s turn between Drew’s legs. Jack gets up and kneels down between Drew’s legs, the robe totally open, exposing Drew. Drew reaches down and grabs Jack’s hands in his, while Jack starts to lick Drew’s inner thighs, balls, and up and down Drew’s cock. I put the pipe down and paw at Drew as well. I watch Drew, making sure his breathing is regular, which it is. His head is going side to side as Jack sucks on his cock slowly, teasing it all over with his tongue, going all the way down to the bush. The waves must be hitting him now. His cock is back to rock hard, which happens a lot with G. He’s got a huge smile on his face, while Jack holds his hands down to his side. His squirming slows, but it gets more languorous and deliberate. He starts slowly bringing his cock up to meet Jack’s mouth, and I can see Drew’s cock get slobbery wet with spit. This goes on for about 15 to 20 minutes. Jack and I pleasuring Drew while the G goes into action. Slowly, we notice his gyrations slow down, and his body relax even more. He’s in that perfect dreamy, horny state. At one point, he nods off as Jack is sucking him off and I open his mouth and dribble some of my spit in. Jack and I get up to admire him. Sitting on the couch, naked under a robe, his smooth body glistening from our spit, he starts to touch himself with his eyes closed. With his left hand he plays with his nip while his right slowly jacks his cock. We look at each other and smile. I nod at Jack, which he knows is the signal to get the clippers and razor. As Jack ducks into the bathroom, I pick up one of the pipes and take a big hit. I let the smoke out and start to take off all my clothes. All the while watching Drew play with himself slowly. At times, stopping as he nods off, but then picks up again playing with his dick. This kind of wave is for the beginning, helping Drew loosen up, and shed his inhibitions. Plus, it makes our dicks so hard to see him like this. Playing with himself, as the G hits him over and over again. He’ll be alert soon enough and will be hyper-aware of everything happening. I kick my shirt and jeans to the side, standing fully naked now. The steel cock ring is tight around my hard cock. Drew stops jacking off and starts snoring lightly. His dick is rock hard, his legs spread open between the robe. I lean over and stick my tongue in his mouth, making out with him. He gives a “Mmmm, yes.” “Drew, I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the playroom. I’m going to lay you down on the play mattress. We’re going to strap your arms and legs down, and shave off your body hair. We want you smooth all over. You’re going to look even more like a true sub.” “Don’t be alarmed at being strapped down. You’re going to love giving up control to us. This is all part of the fun. Soon we’re going to be inside you, taking turns, opening your hole up for hours, we’re going to keep you spun, and your hole will be overflowing with our cum. Do you want that, Drew?” As I say this, Drew slowly opens his eyes. They’re glazed over at first, but he snaps to attention. “Yes, do it all to me.” I help Drew take off his robe and pick him up. Lifting weights all my life makes it handy when I have to do this kind of thing. I bring him to the playroom and put him down on the bed. He opens his eyes for a second and smiles again at me. There goes that smile, I love it. I then move to the sides of the bed, take the restrains and put them on his wrists. I spread his legs and clamp his ankles. He looks up and watches me, before nodding off again. This entire time his cock is standing straight up, leaking precum, pulsing up and down. He looks so fuckable strapped down like this. “Just relax for a moment, Drew, while we get things set up.” I can feel the G as well and it’s making me so horny and pervy. That and the hits of Tina, of course. I go back out to the living room and shout out to Jack, “You need help or you got it?” “All good. Bring your stuff in.” I get my bag, the torch, the three pipes on the coffee table, and go back to the playroom. Jack follows me in holding a basin of warm water, and a bag with the clipper and shaving razors. “Damn, he looks good like that! Is he nodding off? “Yeah, a little but he’s alert when he needs to be” Jack gets especially turned on by a bottom boy rolling on G. “Get your clothes off, Jack, and let's get this hair off his body. I want him smooth.” ...

Technically yes, I started barebacking in 1984 age 15 and my boyfriend never used a condom and I was always delighted to receive his load. I guess neither of us was likely to come into contact with poz guys until a bit late on in life, but who knows! Whether "survivors guilt" has shaped attitudes since the 80s I don't know, but barebacking now and letting nature take its course just feels like the right thing to do?

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

Athletic Trainer 3 Luke heard the water in the shower stop while he was on the phone. Right after he got off the phone, Jason came walking out with a towel barely hanging on his waist. He looked like he barely dried himself off because most of his body was still wet. The water droplets hanging off his nipples and defined muscle turned Luke on a lot. Jason sat down on high top chair at the kitchen island with both hands rubbing his temples. Luke hid himself behind the kitchen island because despite Jason's discomfort, this was one of the sexiest appearance that he was not expecting. It is even better than a guy just spread out on all fours in a doggie position because he is no stranger to guys getting into that position for him willingly. He could vaguely see Jason's soft cock through the opening of the towel too. “What's the matter? Are you alright?” Luke asked “Yeah….maybe it was the hot water….I just felt light headed when I got out of the shower” Jason said while still rubbing his head Luke looked at the glass of juice he poured for Jason when they first arrived and saw the empty glass. He had thought Jason was already under the influence of G earlier when he was fucking. Luke now realized he must have chug the whole thing just before he came into the room so the G is just now hitting him “Well……drink some water” Luke poured him a legit glass of water this time and watched Jason gulp it down. He then poured another then walked up next to Jason to prop him up from his underarm and said “do you want to sleep or nap it off? You tell me how you feel and what you want to do.” Some may enjoy taking advantage of guys while they passed out, but not for Luke. He finds no joy messing with an unconscious body so realizing maybe that was too much G for Jason, he was willing to take a couple steps back. After all… he's playing a long game “I think laying down for a bit might be good” Jason started to slur his words so Luke carried him back to the bedroom. Jason’s towel fell off on their way back to the bedroom. Luke put him down on the bed and this is the first time Jason had a direct look at Jason's fully nude body. His soft cock is a good 6-6.5 in long. Some guys wish their dick was that size fully erected. His pube is trimmed nicely with a little trail up to his belly button. Although Luke was high earlier, he had to admit this boy knew how to fuck. It well exceeded his expectations earlier. Even now his hole felt somewhat empty without Jason's dick. He doesn't bottom often and he sure doesn't feel this way often after getting fucked. “So ... .is there anything that's off limits for you before we get started?” Luke asked after putting Jason on the bed, but Jason had fallen asleep entirely. Luke wasn't too concerned. With the dose he put in the juice, Jason at most gets knocked out for a couple hours at most. Luke hopped in the shower himself but kept Jason's cum in his hole. He did a hygiene check to make sure it is okay to do that and no red flag there. Luke heard his phone buzzing and saw a text showing up on his phone. The text said “I'm here” along with a selfie of a good looking blonde guy with a big smile at the building entrance. The guy's name is Brad. He's a senior and no one would even guess this young kid is his connection. He looks healthy and in shape. Technically Luke's connection is his uncle who lives out of town. He had met Brad a few years back and even had several great 3 ways/groups with them. When Brad started attending the same school he works at, he felt comfortable going through Brad bc despite being young. He does know what he's doing so Brad has been his direct connection since. Luke buzzed Brad in as he towel off and put on a jock then continued to dry himself off as he walked toward the door then wrapped the towel on his waist just before he answered the door “Sorry to interrupt. As promised, here's everything you asked for. Where's the fresh meat? I was expecting a tied up first time bottom whore right here on your couch to be honest” Brad said “Well….. about that. I may have accidentally G him out. I got carried away earlier and you know I won't go after someone who's unconscious” Luke said “The boy should consider himself lucky. Where is he? Can I have a look at him at least?” Brad asked “He's asleep in my room” Luke led Brad into his bedroom and opened the door. Brad size him up from head to toe and whispered “damn…. that's the size of his dick soft!?” Brad asked. Luke nodded and smiled. The two exited the room. Before exiting the room, Brad took a picture of Jason fully nude with his phone without Luke knowing. They pack up a bowl in Luke's bong and started smoking in the living room “I think he might be in my history class” Brad said “Is he?” Luke said “you're a senior and you still have common classes with a sophomore?” Luke teased “Well….at least I'm making progress but this year ain't my last, that's for sure” Brad Said while letting out a big smoke cloud out of his mouth then passed the bong to Luke “So…. I came here with a raging hard on thinking I'd have a tight hole to fill with you” Brad pulled up his shorts slightly, letting his mushroom head out at the bottom of his shorts. “What are you thinking?” Luke said with a mouth full of smoke. Brad knows he's attractive and Luke has known him for years. There's almost no limit to how far Brad would go with his request. “Hum…. I'm still deciding to be completely honest. Have you been to the sex club just opened in town?” Brad shotgun a big smoke into Luke's mouth and lightly pinched his nipples after he asked the question. Luke started to build a tent under his towel so while Luke was taking a hit. Brad slipped his foot out of his shoe and was teasing Luke’s crotch. Eventually snagged the corner or Luke's towel and pulled it off “awww….you have a jock in” Brad said Luke chuckled and almost choked on his mouth full of smoke “sorry. Just a habit. I thought my boy toy was passed out so I didn't think anything beyond that” Luke shotgun the rest of the smoke back to Brad and passed the bong back to Brad “How about your hot neighbor downstairs?” Brad asked before taking a hit then signal Luke over to take the smoke out of his mouth. Luke locked lips with him and the two made out for a little bit this time before taking the bong back from Brad's hand “The guy you swore is a closet gay!? No way. I live here. I ain't about to take a shot unless I know for sure there's no way I will miss. You are more than welcome to knock on his door and text me a picture of him blowing smoke on your dick then I'll make my way downstairs. I can lend you a bubble so in case you are wrong, he isn't gonna call a cop on your bc you have a meth bong in your hand before he even open the door” Luke said “and if somehow you can make everything I said happen. My boy might be up by then. Either you two come up or I'll bring him down then we can still call it even” Luke was half serious and half joking. The scenario is outrageous that he can't even just go knock on a stranger's door and make them bow to him at will, let alone get high and bow to him. And like he said, he's a resident in the building. That's way too much risk for him to take. However, he knows Brad, even if he failed, wouldn't rat him out. At worst he may have to say he didn't know Brad is into drugs bc camera can probably track back to who let him in the building and both Brad and his uncle will understand why he can't stick his neck out for Brad unconditionally. It's a scenario they chatted about long ago, which is also why they trust each other. Historically speaking, Brad does have a way with his magic somehow and has made some impossible group sex happen before. They all went on a vacation once and Brad somehow brought back two porn stars who had never gotten high before and both were eager to try for Brad and they all had a great time. “Ok. I'll take your words. Give me a bubble. Short one preferably. And if I text you that picture you asked for. You have to bring your sling downstairs and set it up. And no jock or underwear under whatever you decide to wear coming downstairs AAAAAND you will wake your boy up. I'd at most give you 30 min to convince him. If you can't fulfill your part of the bargain then your hole is mine to use for the next 48 hours” Brad said then shotgun smoke out of Luke's mouth and made out with him. Luke hesitated for a bit because letting Brad own his hole for 48 hours is no joke. He has fucked Brad far more than Brad has fucked him. He does also know Brad as a top in almost all other scenarios so he has no idea what kind of experience that will be. But the unknown does turn him on and he is rather confident that it won't get to that point because he'd only need to bring Jason downstairs with him. He already knows Jason will do anything to have sex with him again. Nothing a little more smoke couldn't conquer. “Deal but you also have 30 min to send that picture” Luke said and got up to get a bubble from a side table in its hidden compartment in the drawer. Brad took the opportunity to tried sliding his index finger in Luke's ass “Oh damn….I have never been able to slide my finger in just like that. That boy sure opened you up, didn't he? And you still have his babies in you?” Brad licks his finger clean. Luke jumped when Brad slid his finger in then laughed “yeah. He was a surprise so I'm not gonna just treat him like a quick fuck. There's much more I wanna do with him. Here. You have 30 min. After that, I just can't promise I'll still be by my phone after 30 min and if you plan on returning, you have to ask before you do because I do have a guest who may be awake by then so you can't cock block me if you failed. Here's for the stuff” Luke said “but we can maybe still get together but on equal footing but I can't promise anything outside of 30 min” “I like the way you think. There's no one else on this campus I trust more than you because of that.” Brad took an extra big hit from the bong and slowly shotgun it all to Luke and wrapped it up with a quick kiss without causing Luke to exhale the smoke. He then quickly stood up and showed his mushroom head to Luke. Brad said “give me your blessing and be ready for that picture to arrive on your phone. This won't be the last you have of my dick tonight. Mark my words” Luke pulled Brad's shorts up even higher and put half of Brad's shaft in his mouth before start letting out the smoke in his mouth and started sucking on Brad's dick head and licking all around it while it was in his mouth and felt it grow harder and harder in his mouth. He loved the confidence Brad had. It's one of the reasons that makes Brad so irresistible. He knows Brad is at least as big as Jason's. He has bottomed for him a few times in the past but Brad, especially high, can get carried away. If he matches Brad's high, he very well may love that but Brad has always wanted to make him a cumdump, which is something he doesn't want to get into so he has never given Brad free reign over his hole before and Brad has respected his boundaries so far because if he doesn't, Brad knows his uncle will sure make him pay the price. After Luke's thoroughly sucked part of his dick, Brad grabbed everything and the bubble and was eager to head downstairs. “Wait…..do you remember his apartment number “ Brad asked last minute “7010. How the fuck are you going to make a dude who you don't even know is gay or not to get high and worship your cock when you can't remember a simple apartment number” Luke teased him and took a hit from the bong and shot gun it to Brad “That's not where my magic is. I have cock suckers to help me remember that sort of thing… like you” Brad said and followed up with a wink. “See you in 30 min Luke. Oh one more question. Did we ever figure out his name?” “Noah. Don't forget we spoke to him in passing a few weeks ago in case he remembers and you don't” Luke teased Brad “Oh if he remembers that then you've already lost half of the bet mister” Brad said “one more favor to ask you. Do you have a couple cans of beer I can take with me as props?” “Sure but if you g him out. it doesn't count” Luke reminded him “You wanted a picture of him blowing clouds on my cock, don't you? I can't do that if I g him out, can I, dummy?” Brad said “I was just reminding you” Luke said and took a hit from the bong and walked toward Brad who's eager to go on his mission and blew the cloud in Brad's mouth “good luck babe. Your time starts now” Luke pinched Brad's butt, an ass that he has fucked on many occasions before and enjoyed it a lot. He will never say no to fucking that ass again. If Brad wasn't mostly a top like he is, he's sure that the two of them would be fucking every other day, if not, every day already.

I'll be back in Amsterdam for the above weekend for Meat Market and Cumunion at Club Church, I'll wanna fill all my time up with getting fucked and bred, any one around who wants to drop a load in me please let me know or if you have any recommendations of places to go or people or parties that i can be put in touch with or invited along to that can help me on my way I'd be really grateful 🙂

Sorry to see this end but it was definitely an amazing ending!! After the bar, he was destined to belong to harold! Definitely looking forward to your next story! As always, thanks for sharing your time and talent!