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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.”

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

I was inspired by the discussion of what defined "pig sex" in this thread. There have been other discussions where same terms have been used to mean different things. So, I turned to AI to ask - "What are the top 1000 slang terms used by gay men in the US since 1960s" and had them organized by recency and prevalence. Prevalence was a measurement of how frequently these words occurred in gay online forums/sites within the last 20 years, ranked HIGH, MEDIUM, LOW. THERE ARE VERY FEW TERMS on this list that I've ever heard and certainly never used. Have you? What slang terms are missing? Comment below. SLANG TERM, DEFINITION, and ORIGIN ** 100-footer ** DEFINITION: An obviously gay or lesbian person (as if visible from 100 feet away) ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century, likely from gay communities to describe flamboyance ** 420-Friendly ** DEFINITION: Weed-friendly **** Open to weed use ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** AC/DC ** DEFINITION: Bisexual ORIGIN: 1970s, US/UK, from the rock band or electricity (alternating/direct current) symbolizing both ways ** Ace-flux ** DEFINITION: Fluctuating asexuality ORIGIN: 2010s ** Achillean ** DEFINITION: An umbrella term for attractions and relationships between men, regardless of their sexual or romantic orientation ORIGIN: Recent, 2010s, referencing ancient Greek mythology (Achilles) and Leonardo da Vinci's sexuality; also known as MLM (man-loving-man) ** Aftercare ** DEFINITION: Emotional/physical care post-scene **** Emotional care **** Dominant partner ORIGIN: BDSM ** Alice Blue Gown ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US, possibly from a song or color associated with delicacy ** Alpha pup ** DEFINITION: Leader pup ORIGIN: Pup play ** Anal assassin ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: 2000s, UK/US, derogatory term implying aggressive anal sex ** Anon pic ** DEFINITION: Anonymous body photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Aromantic ** DEFINITION: No romantic attraction ORIGIN: 2010s ** Arse bandit ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: 1980s, UK, derogatory from "arse" (ass) and bandit implying theft or invasion ** Artiste ** DEFINITION: A gay man who excels at fellatio ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US gay slang ** Asexual ** DEFINITION: No sexual attraction ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Auntie ** DEFINITION: An older, often effeminate and gossipy gay man ORIGIN: Early 20th century, US/UK gay slang ** Baby gay ** DEFINITION: Someone who’s newly out and is generally pretty clueless about everything **** Newly out or inexperienced gay person ORIGIN: 2010s, modern queer slang, from coming out experiences **** 2000s–2010s slang ** Baby queen ** DEFINITION: New or inexperienced drag queen ORIGIN: Drag culture ** Backgammon player ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: Late 18th century, Britain, from backgammon as euphemism for sodomy ** Banjee ** DEFINITION: Street-tough, urban style; often masc, working-class ORIGIN: Black and Latinx queer communities ** Bareback ** DEFINITION: Condomless sex ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s porn and hookup slang ** Basket shopping ** DEFINITION: Checking out a man's crotch through clothing ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, British/US gay slang, "basket" refers to the bulge ** Bathhouse / Baths ** DEFINITION: Gay male sex club with saunas, rooms, etc. ORIGIN: Early–mid 20th century urban gay culture ** Bathhouse Betty ** DEFINITION: Man who spends a lot of time at bathhouses ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar slang ** Baths ** DEFINITION: Bathhouses frequented by gay men for sexual encounters ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century, from gay bathhouse culture ** Bathsheba ** DEFINITION: Gay man who frequents bathhouses ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US, play on "baths" and biblical name ** Batty boy ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay or effeminate man ORIGIN: 1990s, Jamaica/UK, from "batty" meaning bottom ** BB / Bareback ** DEFINITION: Condomless sex; raw sex ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Beach bitch ** DEFINITION: A gay man who frequents beaches and resorts for sexual encounters ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century ** Bean queen ** DEFINITION: Man attracted to Latino men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century fetishizing slang ** Bear ** DEFINITION: Hairy, chunky, chubby, muscly, beardy gay man, often with big bellies **** Large, hairy, rugged gay man ORIGIN: 1980s, US gay subculture, from bear-like appearance; popularized in Bear Magazine **** Late 1970s–80s; Bear Magazine and bar culture ** Bear Chub ** DEFINITION: Larger man seeking bears ORIGIN: ** Bear daddy ** DEFINITION: Older bear with daddy vibe ORIGIN: Bear subculture ** Bear4Bear ** DEFINITION: Bears seeking bears ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Beard ** DEFINITION: A person used as a date, romantic partner, or spouse to conceal one's sexual orientation **** Person used to hide sexuality ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US, from "bearding" to hide identity **** 1990s–present ** Beat ** DEFINITION: An area frequented by gay men, where sexual acts occur; also, looking flawless (face or body) ORIGIN: Australia for location (mid-20th century); for compliment, from drag/ballroom culture, 1980s-1990s US ** Bedroom queen ** DEFINITION: Queen who mostly does drag at home/online ORIGIN: Social media era ** Beefcake ** DEFINITION: Muscular, attractive gay man ORIGIN: 1940s, US, from "beefcake" photos of muscular men ** Beige Flag ** DEFINITION: Keeping someone on hold ORIGIN: ** Belle ** DEFINITION: Young gay man ORIGIN: 1920s-1930s, US Prohibition era slang ** Benching ** DEFINITION: Keeping someone on hold ORIGIN: 2010s ** Bent ** DEFINITION: Gay, as opposed to straight ORIGIN: UK, early 20th century, from "bent" meaning crooked or not straight ** Beta pup ** DEFINITION: Submissive pup ORIGIN: Pup play ** Binding ** DEFINITION: A technique in which individuals wear tight clothing to hide and flatten breasts ORIGIN: 1990s-2000s, transgender and queer communities ** Bisexual ** DEFINITION: A person emotionally, physically, and/or sexually attracted to both men and women ORIGIN: Late 19th century, medical/psychological term; entered common use in 1960s-1970s with bisexual movement ** Block ** DEFINITION: Remove user ORIGIN: App feature ** Body pic? ** DEFINITION: Request for body photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Body'ody'ody ** DEFINITION: Emphasizing impressive body **** Emphasizing impressive physique ORIGIN: Drag and pop culture slang **** Drag/pop culture ** Boi ** DEFINITION: Youthful, androgynous or submissive person ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s queer and kink communities ** Bona ** DEFINITION: Good, attractive ORIGIN: Polari; more UK-centric but known among some US queer history buffs ** Bondage bottom ** DEFINITION: Submissive in bondage ORIGIN: BDSM ** Bondage pig ** DEFINITION: Person who loves heavy bondage ORIGIN: Kink ** Bondage top ** DEFINITION: Dominant in bondage ORIGIN: BDSM ** Boot worship ** DEFINITION: Boot-focused kink ORIGIN: Leather scene ** Bootblack ** DEFINITION: Person who shines boots at leather events ORIGIN: Leather culture ** Boots ** DEFINITION: A verbal exclamation point added to statements for emphasis **** Intensifier meaning “very” ORIGIN: 2010s, from ballroom/drag culture, US **** Drag culture ** Bop ** DEFINITION: An amazing, ass-shaking, and/or iconic song ORIGIN: 2010s, modern queer slang ** Bottom ** DEFINITION: A receptive partner in intercourse **** Receptive or submissive sexual role; Submissive partner; Feminine-coded role ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US gay slang from sexual positions **** 20th-century gay sexual slang ** Boy ** DEFINITION: Younger or submissive partner ORIGIN: Long-standing; used in leather and BDSM contexts ** Brat ** DEFINITION: Sub who playfully resists ORIGIN: BDSM ** Brat Tamer ** DEFINITION: Dom who handles brats ORIGIN: BDSM ** Breadcrumbing ** DEFINITION: Leading someone on ORIGIN: 2010s ** Bro (gay context) ** DEFINITION: Casual, masculine gay man ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Bromance ** DEFINITION: Intense but non-sexual male friendship; often used jokingly in gay contexts ORIGIN: 2000s mainstream slang ** Bromosexual ** DEFINITION: Straight-presenting man with strong gay friendships or a gay man with “bro” vibe ORIGIN: 2010s pop slang ** Brosexual / Bromosexual ** DEFINITION: Gay man with “bro” vibe ORIGIN: 2010s slang ** Browning ** DEFINITION: Anal sex ORIGIN: 1920s, US gay slang ** Bug party ** DEFINITION: Gathering centered on HIV transmission fetish (very niche) ORIGIN: Late 20th-century underground slang ** Bugchaser ** DEFINITION: Person seeking HIV infection (controversial, stigmatized) ORIGIN: Late 20th-century underground slang ** Bug-phobic ** DEFINITION: Fearful of HIV-positive people (stigmatizing) ORIGIN: Community slang ** Bull queer ** DEFINITION: A gay man who exclusively tops in intercourse ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, prison slang ** Bum chum ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: UK slang, from "bum" (ass) and chum (friend) ** Bumder ** DEFINITION: Rare slur for a gay man ORIGIN: UK slang, blend of bum and bender ** Bummer ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: UK slang, from bum ** Bussy ** DEFINITION: Portmanteau of "boy pussy"; a male anus in anal sex context ORIGIN: 2000s-2010s, US queer slang, popularized online ** Busted ** DEFINITION: Messy, unkempt, or poorly presented ORIGIN: 2010s, from drag culture ** Butch ** DEFINITION: A person who identifies as masculine **** Masculine-presenting queer person (often lesbian, but used among gay men too) ORIGIN: 1940s-1950s, lesbian communities but applies to gay men **** Early 20th century; popularized via working-class and bar cultures ** Butchy femme ** DEFINITION: A gender expression between femme and futch ORIGIN: 2010s, queer gender terms ** Cake ** DEFINITION: The booty ORIGIN: 2010s, modern slang ** Camp ** DEFINITION: Exaggerated and amusing, associated with gay men or femininity ORIGIN: Early 20th century, from Polari/queer culture; popularized in 1960s ** Camp Queen ** DEFINITION: Queen known for campy style ORIGIN: Drag culture ** Castro clone ** DEFINITION: Hyper-masculine, uniform-style gay man (flannel, mustache, jeans) ORIGIN: 1970s San Francisco Castro district ** Castro gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with San Francisco Castro ORIGIN: 1970s–present; SF regional ** Catfish ** DEFINITION: Fake profile ORIGIN: 2010s ** CBT ** DEFINITION: Cock and ball torture ORIGIN: BDSM ** Chaos Gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man with chaotic energy ORIGIN: 2020s memes **** 2020s ** Chaser ** DEFINITION: Someone attracted to a particular type, e.g., larger men ORIGIN: 1990s, from bear/chubby subcultures ** Chastity ** DEFINITION: Wearing a chastity device ORIGIN: BDSM ** Chelsea boy ** DEFINITION: Fashionable, gym-toned gay man (NYC Chelsea stereotype) ORIGIN: 1980s–90s New York neighborhood stereotype ** Chem-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to drug use ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Chemsex ** DEFINITION: Sex involving stimulants ORIGIN: 2000s public health term ** Chi chi man ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: Caribbean, 1990s, derogatory ** Chicken ** DEFINITION: A youthful gay man **** Young, often naive or underage boy ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US/UK **** 20th-century gay slang; also in Polari ** Chickenhawk ** DEFINITION: Older man seeking much younger men ORIGIN: 20th-century gay slang ** Children ** DEFINITION: Members of a house or younger queer folks ORIGIN: Ballroom culture ** Chill? ** DEFINITION: Asking about drugs/sex ORIGIN: App shorthand ** Chocolate queen ** DEFINITION: Man attracted to Black men ORIGIN: Fetishizing slang; often criticized ** Chosen family ** DEFINITION: Non-biological support network ORIGIN: 1990s–present LGBTQ culture ** Chub ** DEFINITION: Larger, heavier gay man ORIGIN: Late 20th-century body-positive subcultures ** Chub4Chub ** DEFINITION: Larger men seeking each other ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Chubby ** DEFINITION: Obese man ORIGIN: ** Circuit bunny ** DEFINITION: Younger man who follows circuit parties ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Circuit daddy ** DEFINITION: Older man who still does circuit parties ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Circuit Gay ** DEFINITION: Man who attends circuit parties ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Circuit kween ** DEFINITION: Camp spelling of “queen” for circuit-loving person ORIGIN: 2010s internet slang ** Circuit party ** DEFINITION: Large, often multi-day gay dance/party event ORIGIN: 1980s–90s; tied to club and drug culture ** Circuit queen ** DEFINITION: Man who frequently attends circuit parties ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s circuit culture ** Circuit twink ** DEFINITION: Young man who frequents circuit parties ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Clean ** DEFINITION: HIV-negative (stigmatizing) ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Clock ** DEFINITION: To notice or call out something (often a flaw) ORIGIN: Ballroom/drag slang ** Clockable ** DEFINITION: Easy to recognize as queer or trans ORIGIN: Ballroom and drag slang ** Clocked ** DEFINITION: Recognized or called out ORIGIN: Ballroom culture ** Clone ** DEFINITION: A San Francisco or New York denizen with exaggerated macho behavior ORIGIN: 1970s-1980s, US, from Castro clone look (mustache, jeans) ** Close friends thirst ** DEFINITION: Sexy content for “close friends” ORIGIN: 2020s ** Closet ** DEFINITION: Metaphor for hiding one’s sexuality ORIGIN: Mid-20th century; “coming out of the closet” popularized later ** Closet / Closeted ** DEFINITION: Hiding sexuality; Not publicly out ORIGIN: ** Closet case ** DEFINITION: Person hiding their homosexuality ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Closet queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man who hides his sexuality but is known in gay circles ORIGIN: Mid-20th century bar slang ** Closeted ** DEFINITION: Keeping one's sexuality a secret ORIGIN: 1960s-1970s, from "in the closet" metaphor ** Club kid ** DEFINITION: Young, flamboyant nightlife personality ORIGIN: 1980s–90s New York club culture ** Club queen ** DEFINITION: Queen who mainly performs in clubs ORIGIN: Drag and nightlife culture ** Cock gobbler ** DEFINITION: Vulgar slur for a gay man who performs fellatio ORIGIN: 2000s, US derogatory slang ** Cocksucker ** DEFINITION: A person who practices fellatio, usually a gay male ORIGIN: Early 20th century, derogatory but reclaimed ** Coming Out ** DEFINITION: Publicly acknowledging one’s sexuality or gender identity ORIGIN: 20th-century gay communities; metaphor from debutante “coming out” ** Cottagecore gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man into pastoral, cozy aesthetics ORIGIN: 2020s internet culture ** Cottaging ** DEFINITION: Having or seeking anonymous gay sex in a public toilet ORIGIN: UK, 1960s, from "cottage" as public restroom ** Cruise bar ** DEFINITION: Bar known for cruising ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th-century gay bar culture ** Cruising ** DEFINITION: Seeking a casual gay sex encounter ORIGIN: Ancient Rome historically; modern 20th century US/UK ** Cub ** DEFINITION: A young bear, perhaps with a smaller frame **** Younger or smaller bear ORIGIN: 1990s, bear subculture **** Bear subculture ** Cuffing Season ** DEFINITION: Winter relationship trend ORIGIN: 2010s ** Cut/Uncut ** DEFINITION: Circumcised/uncircumcised ORIGIN: App shorthand ** Daddy ** DEFINITION: A typically older gay man ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, from paternal figure; popularized in 2010s ** DDF ** DEFINITION: Drug- and disease-free (stigmatizing) ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Demisexual ** DEFINITION: Attraction after emotional bond ORIGIN: 2010s ** Dicklicker ** DEFINITION: Vulgar slur for a gay man ORIGIN: 2000s, US derogatory ** Disco dolly ** DEFINITION: Gay man who loves disco/club dancing ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ** Discreet ** DEFINITION: Wants privacy; not out ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Dish ** DEFINITION: Attractive person; also gossip ORIGIN: Polari and US gay slang ** DL (Down-Low) ** DEFINITION: Men who have sex with men but identify as straight/hidden ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s discourse, especially in Black communities ** Dog Gay / Cat Gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man whose personality aligns with dog/cat stereotypes ORIGIN: 2020s memes ** Doing the most ** DEFINITION: Trying too hard ORIGIN: 2010s slang ** Dolly eek ** DEFINITION: Pretty face ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, Polari (UK gay secret language), backslang for "eek" (face) ** Dom ** DEFINITION: Dominant partner ORIGIN: BDSM culture ** Down-Low ** DEFINITION: Homosexual or bisexual activity kept secret by men ORIGIN: US, 1990s, African American communities ** Drag ** DEFINITION: Dressing as the opposite gender, often for performance **** Gender performance; Drag queen/king art form ORIGIN: Shakespearean, "dressed as a girl" acronym; 19th century theater **** Older theatrical slang ** Drag mother ** DEFINITION: Experienced queen who mentors newer queens ORIGIN: Drag culture ** Drama queen ** DEFINITION: Person (often gay man) who overreacts theatrically ORIGIN: Mid-20th century slang; popularized in gay and mainstream culture ** Dropping pins ** DEFINITION: Hinting at one's homosexuality ORIGIN: 1920s-1930s, US, from "dropping hairpins" to signal subtly ** Dungeon ** DEFINITION: Kink play space ORIGIN: Leather/BDSM ** Dungeon monitor (DM) ** DEFINITION: Safety supervisor ORIGIN: BDSM ** Edging ** DEFINITION: Prolonging arousal ORIGIN: Kink ** Elder gay ** DEFINITION: Older gay man, often jokingly ORIGIN: 2010s internet slang ** Electro play ** DEFINITION: Electricity-based kink ORIGIN: BDSM ** En femme ** DEFINITION: The act of wearing clothes stereotypically of the opposite sex ORIGIN: French, 20th century cross-dressing ** ENM ** DEFINITION: Ethical non-monogamy ORIGIN: 2010s ** Era ** DEFINITION: Describing a way of acting during a certain period ORIGIN: 2010s, modern slang ** Exhibitionist ** DEFINITION: Likes being watched ORIGIN: Kink ** Extra ** DEFINITION: Taking anything to the next level **** Over-the-top behavior ORIGIN: 2010s, ballroom culture **** 2010s slang ** F3-LOWer ** DEFINITION: A typically effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Face pic? ** DEFINITION: Request for face photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Fag hag ** DEFINITION: Woman who primarily socializes with gay men ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th century; now often seen as dated/offensive ** Fag stag ** DEFINITION: Straight man who enjoys company of gay men ORIGIN: 1990s, US, counterpart to "fag hag" ** Faggot / Fag ** DEFINITION: Strong slur for gay man; sometimes reclaimed ORIGIN: Early 20th century; widely used as insult ** Fairy ** DEFINITION: Slur for gay men, reclaimed **** Effeminate gay man; often derogatory ORIGIN: 1920s-1930s, US; from effeminate stereotype **** Late 1800s/early 1900s urban subcultures ** Family ** DEFINITION: Coded term for other gay/queer people ORIGIN: 20th-century bar and community slang ** Faun ** DEFINITION: Gay man with hairy legs but less body hair ORIGIN: 2010s, US gay body type slang ** Feeling My Oats ** DEFINITION: Living your best life ORIGIN: 2010s, from RuPaul's Drag Race ** Fem / Femme ** DEFINITION: Feminine-presenting man **** Feminine-presenting gay man ORIGIN: 20th-century queer slang **** 1990s–2000s queer slang ** Femboy ** DEFINITION: A feminine or androgynous male ORIGIN: 1990s-2000s, online communities ** Fem-leaning ** DEFINITION: Mostly feminine ORIGIN: App culture ** Fierce ** DEFINITION: Intense confidence in looks or actions ORIGIN: 1980s-1990s, ballroom ** Finocchio ** DEFINITION: Slur for a gay man ORIGIN: Italian-American, from "fennel" implying softness ** Fire Island gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with Fire Island summers ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Fire Island queen ** DEFINITION: Man who spends summers partying on Fire Island ORIGIN: 1970s–present; New York regional ** Fish / Fishy ** DEFINITION: Looking convincingly feminine (like a cis woman) in drag ORIGIN: Ballroom and drag culture; contested usage today ** Fish queen ** DEFINITION: Queen who looks very feminine ORIGIN: Drag/ballroom slang ** Fistee ** DEFINITION: Person receiving fisting ORIGIN: Kink ** Fister ** DEFINITION: Person who performs fisting ORIGIN: Kink ** Flit ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man ORIGIN: 1950s, from Catcher in the Rye ** Folx ** DEFINITION: A shorter alternative to folks ORIGIN: 2010s, inclusive language ** For The Gods ** DEFINITION: Executing something perfectly ORIGIN: 2010s, drag/ballroom ** Friend of Dorothy ** DEFINITION: A gay person **** Coded phrase meaning gay man ORIGIN: 1930s-1940s, shibboleth from Wizard of Oz/Judy Garland **** Mid-20th century ** Friend of friends ** DEFINITION: Coded phrase for queer person ORIGIN: Various 20th-century closeted contexts ** Fruit ** DEFINITION: Derogatory term for gay man ORIGIN: Early–mid 20th century; linked to “fruity” meaning effeminate ** Fruit fly ** DEFINITION: Woman who spends a lot of time with gay men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar slang **** 1990s–2000s ** Fruit stand ** DEFINITION: Place with many gay men ORIGIN: Playful slang ** FWB ** DEFINITION: Friends with benefits ORIGIN: General slang; co-used in hookup culture ** Gay ** DEFINITION: Homosexual man (often reclaimed or neutral in community contexts) ORIGIN: Mid-20th century onward, originally clinical/derogatory but widely reclaimed ** Gold star gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man who has never had sex with a woman ORIGIN: Late 20th century, joking/slang origin ** Grindr fingers ** DEFINITION: The specific way people hold their phone while using Grindr ORIGIN: 2010s app culture meme ** Grindr goblin ** DEFINITION: Someone who uses Grindr obsessively or in a chaotic way ORIGIN: 2020s internet slang ** Group play ** DEFINITION: Sexual activity involving more than two people ORIGIN: Kink and hookup culture ** Handsome ** DEFINITION: Attractive man (often used ironically or affectionately) ORIGIN: General gay slang ** Hawk ** DEFINITION: Person who aggressively pursues younger partners ORIGIN: 20th-century slang (see Chickenhawk) ** House ** DEFINITION: Chosen family / ballroom family unit ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ballroom culture ** House mother ** DEFINITION: Leader/mentor of a ballroom house ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ballroom scene ** Hung ** DEFINITION: Having a large penis ORIGIN: Sexual slang, widespread in apps/profiles ** Intern ** DEFINITION: Younger/less experienced gay man (joking) ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s internet slang ** IP (Internet Prince) ** DEFINITION: Attractive man whose face is never shown (only body/torso pics) ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s app culture ** Isaiah ** DEFINITION: Older gay man who gives unsolicited life advice ORIGIN: 2020s meme slang (from TikTok/Instagram) ** Kiki ** DEFINITION: Casual chat / gossip session ORIGIN: Ballroom and AAVE-influenced queer slang ** Kink ** DEFINITION: Sexual fetish or non-normative practice ORIGIN: BDSM / leather subcultures ** Kink-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to partners with kink interests ORIGIN: App / profile shorthand ** Kiwi ** DEFINITION: New Zealander (sometimes used in travel/hookup contexts) ORIGIN: General slang with gay app usage ** League ** DEFINITION: Level of attractiveness / dating market value ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s dating slang ** Leather ** DEFINITION: Leather fetish or leather community aesthetic ORIGIN: Mid-20th century gay leather subculture ** Leather daddy ** DEFINITION: Older dominant man in leather gear ORIGIN: Leather/BDSM culture ** Link? ** DEFINITION: Request for current location / address for hookup ORIGIN: Early–mid app culture ** Looksmaxxing ** DEFINITION: Maximizing physical appearance through grooming/fitness/surgery ORIGIN: 2020s internet slang (orig. incel → queer/meme usage) ** LTR ** DEFINITION: Long-term relationship ORIGIN: 1990s–present personal ads / apps ** Lucky Pierre ** DEFINITION: The middle man in a threesome ORIGIN: Mid-20th century, US/French origin joke/song ** Masc ** DEFINITION: Masculine-presenting gay man ORIGIN: 2010s app culture ** Masc4Masc ** DEFINITION: Masculine man seeking masculine partner ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s dating/app culture ** Miss Thing ** DEFINITION: Playful/sometimes shady address for another gay man ORIGIN: Late 20th-century Black/Latinx queer communities ** Mo ** DEFINITION: Shortened form of “homo” ORIGIN: 20th-century bar slang ** Monogamish ** DEFINITION: Mostly monogamous with some flexibility ORIGIN: 2010s, popularized by Dan Savage ** Mother ** DEFINITION: Leader/mentor figure in ballroom or drag ORIGIN: 1970s–80s ballroom scene ** Mother Superior ** DEFINITION: Leader of a group of gay men ORIGIN: Mid-20th century US extension of “mother” ** MSM ** DEFINITION: Men who have sex with men (clinical/public health term) ORIGIN: Late 20th-century epidemiology ** Mug ** DEFINITION: The face ORIGIN: 2010s drag slang ** Muscle mary ** DEFINITION: Very muscular, often vain gay man ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar slang ** Naff ** DEFINITION: Tacky, uncool ORIGIN: Polari → British mainstream slang ** Nance / Nancy ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Early 20th-century English/American slang ** Neg ** DEFINITION: HIV-negative ORIGIN: Late 20th-century HIV/AIDS communities ** Neg4Neg ** DEFINITION: HIV-negative seeking same ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Neg-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to HIV-negative partners ORIGIN: Late 20th-century profiles ** Negotiation ** DEFINITION: Pre-scene discussion / boundary setting ORIGIN: BDSM ** Nelly ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man (sometimes affectionate, often mocking) ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Nipple play ** DEFINITION: Nipple stimulation kink ORIGIN: Kink ** No Fats, No Fems ** DEFINITION: Exclusionary phrase rejecting fat and feminine men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century personal ads → 2010s apps ** No tea, no shade ** DEFINITION: “No offense,” often before/after criticism ORIGIN: Drag and ballroom culture ** NSA ** DEFINITION: No strings attached (casual sex) ORIGIN: 1990s–present hookup slang ** NSA fun ** DEFINITION: No-strings sex ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Omi ** DEFINITION: Man ORIGIN: Polari ** On prep ** DEFINITION: Taking PrEP ORIGIN: 2010s ** On the scene ** DEFINITION: Actively participating in gay social life ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th-century bar culture ** Open ** DEFINITION: Non-monogamous ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Open to ** DEFINITION: Willing to try (kinks, types, etc.) ORIGIN: App culture ** Orbiting ** DEFINITION: Watching someone’s stories but not engaging ORIGIN: 2010s social media ** Otter ** DEFINITION: Slim, hairy gay man ORIGIN: 2000s, bear subculture ** Out ** DEFINITION: Openly gay ORIGIN: 20th-century adaptation of “coming out” ** Pageant queen ** DEFINITION: Queen focused on pageant competitions ORIGIN: Drag pageant circuits ** Palone ** DEFINITION: Woman ORIGIN: Polari ** Pansy ** DEFINITION: Effeminate gay man; insult tied to “sissy” ORIGIN: 1920s “Pansy Craze” in US nightlife ** Period ** DEFINITION: Emphatic end to statement ORIGIN: 2010s, AAVE/Southern Black gay slang ** Pig ** DEFINITION: Man who enjoys intense or “dirty” sex ORIGIN: Late 20th-century kink/leather communities ** Pig pit ** DEFINITION: Group kink space ORIGIN: Leather scene ** Pig sex ** DEFINITION: Intense, uninhibited, often kinky sex ORIGIN: 1990s-2000s gay leather/BDSM scenes ** Ping me ** DEFINITION: Message me on an app ORIGIN: 2000s messaging culture ** Pink dollar ** DEFINITION: Economic power of gay consumers ORIGIN: Late 20th-century marketing slang ** Pinkwashing ** DEFINITION: Using LGBTQ friendliness to distract from other issues ORIGIN: 21st-century political slang ** Piss play ** DEFINITION: Watersports kink ORIGIN: Kink ** Plant Gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man obsessed with houseplants ORIGIN: 2020s meme culture ** Platinum gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man with even less heterosexual experience than “gold star” ORIGIN: Late 20th-century joking slang ** Platinum star ** DEFINITION: Gay man born by C-section who never had sex with women ORIGIN: 2000s, from Will & Grace joke ** PNP (Party & Play) ** DEFINITION: Sex + meth/party drugs ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Pocket gay ** DEFINITION: Very short gay man (often joking) ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s slang ** Poly ** DEFINITION: Polyamorous ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Poof / Poofter ** DEFINITION: Slur for gay man (more UK) ORIGIN: 20th-century British slang ** Porpoise ** DEFINITION: Chubby, smooth gay man ORIGIN: 2010s, US gay body type slang ** Potato queen ** DEFINITION: Asian man attracted to white men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century fetishizing slang ** Power Bottom ** DEFINITION: Energetic / assertive receptive partner ORIGIN: 2000s US gay slang ** Power top ** DEFINITION: Assertive, dominant top ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s ** Poz ** DEFINITION: HIV-positive person ORIGIN: 1990s, from positive ** Poz party ** DEFINITION: Gathering of HIV-positive men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century HIV communities ** Poz4Poz ** DEFINITION: HIV-positive seeking same ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Poz-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to HIV-positive partners ORIGIN: 1990s–2000s dating/hookup profiles ** Prawn ** DEFINITION: Fantastic body, unattractive face ORIGIN: Recent, UK/Australia? ** PrEP / On PrEP ** DEFINITION: Taking PrEP medication ORIGIN: ** Prep-friendly ** DEFINITION: Open to partners on PrEP ORIGIN: 2010s ** Primal ** DEFINITION: Animalistic kink style ORIGIN: 2000s ** Protein Gay ** DEFINITION: Gym-focused gay man ORIGIN: 2010s slang ** Punk ** DEFINITION: Smaller, younger gay man forced submissive ORIGIN: Prison slang, mid-20th century ** Pup ** DEFINITION: Gay man into puppy play kink ORIGIN: 2000s, US leather/BDSM community ** Queen ** DEFINITION: Flamboyant or effeminate gay man ORIGIN: Early 20th century, slur reclaimed ** Queer ** DEFINITION: Umbrella term for LGBTQ; reclaimed from slur ORIGIN: 1890s slur → reclaimed 1990s AIDS era ** Queerplatonic ** DEFINITION: Deep non-romantic partnership ORIGIN: 2010s ** Read ** DEFINITION: Calling someone out sassily / humorously insult ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom / Paris Is Burning ** Realness ** DEFINITION: Authentic self / convincingly embodying a category ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom culture ** Red Flag ** DEFINITION: Warning sign in dating/personality ORIGIN: 2020s dating slang ** Rice queen ** DEFINITION: Man (often white) attracted to Asian men ORIGIN: Late 20th-century fetishizing slang ** Rigger ** DEFINITION: Person who ties rope (bondage top) ORIGIN: Rope bondage ** Rope bottom ** DEFINITION: Person who enjoys being tied ORIGIN: BDSM / rope bondage ** Roster ** DEFINITION: List of dating/hookup prospects ORIGIN: 2020s slang ** Rough trade ** DEFINITION: Dangerous or hyper-masculine sexual partner ORIGIN: 20th-century gay bar/street slang ** Rubber pup ** DEFINITION: Pup in rubber/latex gear ORIGIN: Kink ** Rubberman ** DEFINITION: Man into rubber/latex ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Safeword ** DEFINITION: Word to stop play ORIGIN: BDSM ** Sapiosexual ** DEFINITION: Attracted to intelligence ORIGIN: 2010s ** Scene ** DEFINITION: Kink session / BDSM environment ORIGIN: BDSM culture ** Scene queen ** DEFINITION: Person heavily involved in nightlife/club scene ORIGIN: Late 20th-century club culture ** Scruff guy ** DEFINITION: Man using Scruff app; often bearded/masc ORIGIN: 2010s app culture ** Sero-neutral ** DEFINITION: No preference on HIV status ORIGIN: 2010s ** Serosort ** DEFINITION: Choose partners based on HIV status ORIGIN: Public health / community slang ** Serve ** DEFINITION: Presenting oneself, especially a look ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom ** Service bottom ** DEFINITION: Bottom who prioritizes pleasing the top ORIGIN: 2000s kink/sex-positive circles ** Service top ** DEFINITION: Top who prioritizes sub’s pleasure ORIGIN: 2000s kink/sex-positive circles ** Serving ** DEFINITION: Presenting a strong look or vibe ORIGIN: Ballroom → mainstream ** Shade ** DEFINITION: Subtle or indirect insult ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom culture ** Shadow pic ** DEFINITION: Dark, obscured photo (for privacy) ORIGIN: App privacy culture ** Shadowban ** DEFINITION: Hidden from others (app/social) ORIGIN: 2010s ** Sickening ** DEFINITION: Incredibly amazing ORIGIN: 2010s drag ** Side ** DEFINITION: Gay man who prefers not to have anal sex ORIGIN: 2010s non-top/bottom discourse ** Side eye ** DEFINITION: Subtle disapproval expression ORIGIN: 2010s ** Side piece ** DEFINITION: Secondary / casual partner ORIGIN: 2000s–present ** Sir ** DEFINITION: Dominant title (leather/BDSM) ORIGIN: Leather/BDSM ** Sis (queer usage) ** DEFINITION: Friendly address, often between gay men ORIGIN: AAVE and queer slang ** Sissy ** DEFINITION: Effeminate boy/man; insult ORIGIN: Long-standing English insult ** Size queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man who prefers large penises ORIGIN: Mid-late 20th century gay sexual slang ** Slay ** DEFINITION: Doing something exceptionally well ORIGIN: 1970s-1980s ballroom; popularized by RuPaul/Beyonce ** Sling ** DEFINITION: Leather/metal sex sling ORIGIN: Leather scene ** Sling Pig ** DEFINITION: Person who loves sling play ORIGIN: Kink ** Snow queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man (often Black) attracted to white men ORIGIN: 1990s US ** Snowballing ** DEFINITION: Passing semen mouth-to-mouth ORIGIN: 1990s–present ** Sober only ** DEFINITION: No drugs/alcohol ORIGIN: 2010s–present ** Soft block ** DEFINITION: Subtle block/unfollow ORIGIN: 2010s ** Soft boy / Soft Gay ** DEFINITION: Sensitive, emotional, gentle gay man ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s aesthetics ** Soft Launch ** DEFINITION: Subtle introduction of a new partner online ORIGIN: 2020s social media ** Spill the Tea ** DEFINITION: Reveal gossip ORIGIN: Ballroom culture ** Spiritual gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man focused on spirituality/wellness ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** Squirrel friends ** DEFINITION: Group of gay friends ORIGIN: 2010s, US drag culture ** Squish ** DEFINITION: Innocent, non-romantic infatuation ORIGIN: Recent ** Stats? ** DEFINITION: Asking for height/weight/age ORIGIN: Early hookup apps ** STEM gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man in science/tech/engineering/math ORIGIN: 2010s–2020s ** Sticky rice ** DEFINITION: Gay Asian man attracted to other Asian men ORIGIN: 1990s US/Asian communities ** Story thirst ** DEFINITION: Sexy Instagram story ORIGIN: 2010s ** Straight-acting ** DEFINITION: Gay man who presents as stereotypically straight ORIGIN: Late 20th-century bar/personal-ad slang ** Sub ** DEFINITION: Submissive partner ORIGIN: BDSM culture ** Sup? ** DEFINITION: Minimalist opener ORIGIN: Early app culture ** Swish ** DEFINITION: Effeminate ORIGIN: US, mid-20th century ** Switch ** DEFINITION: Enjoys both top and bottom / dom and sub ORIGIN: 1990s BDSM/gay sex ** Tap ** DEFINITION: Quick like/interest signal on apps ORIGIN: Grindr/Scruff feature ** Tea ** DEFINITION: Gossip or truth ORIGIN: Early 20th century tearooms → 1990s ballroom ** Tea dance ** DEFINITION: Daytime dance event, often Sunday afternoon ORIGIN: Mid-20th-century gay social events ** Tea room ** DEFINITION: Public restroom used for anonymous sex ORIGIN: Mid-20th century US slang ** Tea-room queen ** DEFINITION: Man who frequents tea rooms for sex ORIGIN: Mid-20th century ** Thirst Trap ** DEFINITION: Sexy photo posted to attract attention ORIGIN: 2010s social media ** Thirsty ** DEFINITION: Desperate for attention or sex ORIGIN: AAVE / internet slang ** Tomgirl ** DEFINITION: Boy with feminine traits ORIGIN: Recent (opposite of tomboy) ** Tongzhi ** DEFINITION: LGBTQ member in Chinese ORIGIN: 1980s, from "comrade" ** Top ** DEFINITION: Dominant or inserting partner ORIGIN: Mid-20th century sexual positions ** Torso pic ** DEFINITION: Shirtless body photo ORIGIN: App culture ** Trade ** DEFINITION: Masculine-presenting hookup partner (historic & modern) ORIGIN: Early 20th-century Polari/US → 2000s apps ** Trade queen ** DEFINITION: Man obsessed with picking up trade ORIGIN: Bar slang ** Traveling ** DEFINITION: Looking for hookups while traveling ORIGIN: App culture ** Twilight ** DEFINITION: To leave a bar/scene quietly or fade out socially ORIGIN: Localized bar slang ** Twink ** DEFINITION: Young, slim, smooth gay man ORIGIN: 1960s-1970s (possibly from Twinkie snack) ** Twink death ** DEFINITION: Idea that a twink loses desirability with age ORIGIN: 2010s internet slang ** Twunk ** DEFINITION: Muscular twink (twink + hunk) ORIGIN: 2000s–2010s ** U=U ** DEFINITION: Undetectable = Untransmittable ORIGIN: ** UB2 ** DEFINITION: “You be too” (HIV-negative) ORIGIN: App shorthand ** Unblock ** DEFINITION: Reverse block ORIGIN: App feature ** Uncuffing Season ** DEFINITION: Spring breakups ORIGIN: 2010s ** Undetectable (U=U) ** DEFINITION: HIV viral load undetectable ORIGIN: 2010s ** Unicorn ** DEFINITION: Bisexual person, often mythical / rare ORIGIN: 2010s poly/LGBTQ+ slang ** Vada ** DEFINITION: To look at someone ORIGIN: Mid-20th century Polari (from Italian "vedere") ** Verified ** DEFINITION: Profile verified ORIGIN: App feature ** Vers ** DEFINITION: Versatile in top/bottom ORIGIN: 1990s abbreviation ** Village queen ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with NYC Greenwich Village ORIGIN: Mid-20th century NYC regional ** Vogue / Voguing ** DEFINITION: Stylized dance form from ballroom culture ORIGIN: 1970s–80s Harlem ballroom ** Voyeur ** DEFINITION: Likes watching others ORIGIN: Kink ** Walrus ** DEFINITION: Older, chubby, hairy gay man ORIGIN: 2010s US gay body type slang ** WeHo gay ** DEFINITION: Gay man associated with West Hollywood scene ORIGIN: 1990s–present LA regional ** Werk ** DEFINITION: Exclamation of approval; to perform fabulously ORIGIN: Drag culture; popularized by RuPaul ** Wolf ** DEFINITION: Lean, muscular, hairy gay man ORIGIN: 2000s bear subculture ** Woof ** DEFINITION: Scruff “like” signal ORIGIN: Scruff app ** Yas / Yass ** DEFINITION: Emphatic yes / enthusiastic approval ORIGIN: 1980s ballroom → viral 2010s ** Zaddy ** DEFINITION: Stylish, attractive older man ORIGIN: 2010s US, blend of "zazzy" and daddy ** Zhuzh / Zhoosh ** DEFINITION: To style, spruce up, or improve appearance ORIGIN: Polari → queer/fashion circles

Fuuuuck. I love edging to this story. The load I’m gonna blow when it reaches the climax is going to be legendary.

Having a man pump a lot of cum inside me is one of the best feelings in the world. What's not to enjoy?

The knowledge that of all the options he has, it's my ass that is wrapping around the his cock and slowly but surely milking a big load out of him. I can immediately continue to bottom, but he will be spent for a while, and he chose to spend his seed on me.

@PozToxVersPig sorry… I wasn’t implying that the books - or series take place during the Trump term …. Just that the series came out now …. And so watching the movie is a bit of protest and a bit mental therapy to immerse ourselves in an alternate universe….

Sorry it took so long to continue this story. Hopefully it will not take this long for the next chapter, but I will probably need some time to figure out how this will continue. Open for ideas. Since Erik was on PrEP (I know, Erik was supposed to be me in the story, but I'm not on PrEP) up until he was sent to Berlin Dark, I think he will still be neg, so I think I'll keep him neg for at least one more chapter, then we'll see. So what role will Miguel have as the story moves on? And Gabriel?

Warning! This story is fantasy and must be read as such. No real people have been harmed. Chapter 2 – Part 2: Barcelona Having to go see the family doctor the first thing after my trip to Berlin was the most embarrassing thing I’d ever done. Being raped by so many strangers is certainly nothing I would expect from my first solo trip. But I was good at lying, so I didn’t tell my doctor the whole story, just that I met a nice guy, not sure if I can still call Gabriel that, and that one thing led to another. Talk about being naïve. But my doctor gave me a PEP booster, and told me to get on PrEP. All things I was not familiar about a few months ago. Luckily my parents don’t know what happened. What happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin, right? I’m happy that I made up with Martin when I came home, though. We’re not back together, but we’re friends again. However, I still haven’t told him about my embarrassing moments in Berlin either, just about my sightseeing on the first day and the places that I saw. I did not mention Gabriel, and nothing about being exposed to HIV positive strangers. I didn’t even tell him about my doctor’s visit, and that I’m now on PrEP. I should have told him about PrEP and get him on it as well, but it was still too embarrassing for me to talk about. And now we were going together to Barcelona. It should be a great trip. Martin had made a friend in Barcelona, Miguel. Met him online, he said. A really cute guy according to the photos he’d shown me. Miguel had suggested an apartment for us, through Airbnb, he said, and Miguel knew the owner personally. It’s right in the city center, close to all the bars and clubs. Miguel himself couldn’t come to meet us at the airport, but he had sent the owner of the apartment, so it turned out perfect, and we settled in fast. The house owner even made us some tapas. As soon as we had eaten, Miguel called Martin, so he went outside for a moment for some privacy and to talk with him. A few moments later he came back in and said he was going to meet him. Before I had time to ask where he was going to meet him, and when he would be back, Martin had already changed clothes and was gone. Chapter 2 – Part 3: Barcelona – Martin visiting Miguel Martin: I couldn’t wait to see Miguel. I guess I was so eager that I forgot to tell Erik that he shouldn’t wait up for me. Hell, I even forgot to say “bye!” Miguel lived across the city, so he had ordered an Uber to pick me up, as he said he didn’t have a car or driver’s license. The drive took about half an hour. I was wondering why Miguel didn’t suggest a place closer to his place for us to stay. Miguel met me outside his building. He said he followed the car in the Uber app, so he knew when I was coming. We sat down in the front yard, and he offered me a drink. It must have been very strong, because soon my head started spinning. What I didn’t know until later was that the drink was spiked. I heard Miguel say, maybe we should go inside. He led me through a hallway. An older half naked guy was sitting on a chair in the hallway. Well, he looked old anyway, as I was only 19, so anyone over 30 was ancient to me. He looked ill, and had a symbol that I’ve seen in hospitals tattooed on his stomach. “Don’t mind him,” said Miguel. “That’s Juan, he’s poz, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.” I didn’t know what he meant by poz, and I didn’t ask. We entered Miguel’s apartment, and he gave me a glass of coke. Through my dizziness, which even got worse as I drank the coke, I noticed that the apartment was a mess, and I was starting to have second thoughts about being here. I didn’t feel comfortable, and grabbed my phone to send Erik a message, but Miguel quickly grabbed it and tossed it on the coach. “You don’t need this now,” he whispered in my ear, and then he kissed me. He led me to his bed room. I could sense a bad smell, like it hasn’t been cleaned for a long time. He pushed me onto the bed, and pushed my head down. The mattress was moist, and it reeked of piss and sperm. I started to fight him. I was not okay with this, but before I could do anything I realized that he had cuffed me to the bed posts. I hadn’t noticed that he had pulled my jeans down. Then he undressed himself, and he was standing in front of me completely naked. I was unable to fight him when he started rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack. He had the same symbol as Juan above his cock. I started crying, and begged him, “Please, put on a condom.” “Don’t worry, Martin. I’m clean.” Then two other guys came into the room. One of them had a small plastic bag filled with some white powder. ”Good, prepare some for me. This one’s not high enough yet, and he’s whining and fighting it,” Miguel said. “Where do you want it?” the guy with the bag asked. “Right up his ass. He’s not gonna feel what’s gonna hit him. He’s gonna be toxic as fuck when he leaves this place.” Miguel was grinning, and so were the other two. I had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn’t sound good. The last thing I heard Miguel say before I passed out was “I’m sorry Martin, but I’m a notorious liar. I’m highly toxic, and I want to share my DNA with you.” Then he pushed the white powder, whatever it was inside my ass with his big cock, and I even felt that he was pissing inside me. Chapter 2 – Part 4: Barcelona - Erik It was now two o’clock in the morning. I haven’t heard anything from Martin. No replies to my ten or so messages I’ve sent him. I was starting to get worried. Should I call the police? They probably won’t help, as he hasn’t been missing more than a few hours. I wonder if the landlord is awake. He probably knows where Miguel lives. Just to be checking I sent him a message first, not to wake him up with a call. Ah, he did reply. He said he would be over. He walked in about twenty minutes later. I tried to explain to him, but it wasn’t easy, as he didn’t speak much English, but eventually he seemed to understand that I wanted to go to Miguel’s place. The landlord gave me a coke while we were driving. I started to notice that we were driving the same streets over and over again, but the coke made my mind go dull, I felt I was about to pass out. Just when I was about lose my consciousness, the landlord seemed to stop the car. I noticed a sign that said Berlin Dark. Chapter 2 – Part 5: The Landlord I understand English very well, but I had my own plans for Erik. Didn’t want him to find Martin yet. So I drugged him and dropped him off at the Berlin Dark, a fetish club that was hosting a poz bareback party tonight. My friends will keep him busy there for the night. In the meantime I drove back to the boys’ apartment. Gabriel in Berlin told me that Erik’s on PrEP. Ah, there they are. I counted the exact number of pills before I flushed them down the toilet, and replaced them with placebo pills with no effect. Hmm, what else is there? Paracetamol? Maybe I should replace them with ecstacy? He’ll probably have a headache tomorrow. He’ll probably be easier to handle on drugs. Especially after what I did to him. Chapter 2 – Part 6: Erik at the Berlin Dark How did I get here? Oh no, this is like Berlin all over again. I’m chained to a sling and people are waiting in line to fuck me. One just pulled his dick out. Another took his place. A tall black guy, maybe in his 50s. Oh shit, he was big. Mmmphm… He pushed it in as far as it would go. I could see the movements of his dick inside me from the outside of my stomach. In, out, in, out… Slow movements. One guy right next to me whispered in my ear “How old are you kid?” I moaned “19” as the big guy said “Take my toxic load, kid!” with a final push inside me. Toxic? At least I’m on PrEP now, but still the thought of taking poz loads give me chills down my spine, mostly scared but also some tickles in my stomach. “You’re very popular, kid!” the guy who asked my age said. “You’ve taken 18 toxic loads so far, and you’re far from done.” I guess that’s what those marker lines on my stomach were. Counting the loads I was taking. The big black guy just made one more line with the black marker. Then I remembered. “Martin!” I said it so some of the guys standing around me, waiting for their turns, heard me. “He’s ready for another booty bump,” one of them said. Another cock entered my ass, while the guy who had asked my age forced his cock inside my mouth, forcing me to suck him, as I started to drift away again. Chapter 2 – Part 7: The pozzing of Martin “He’s coming to,” someone said. I didn’t know who. There were so many people there now. Seemed like the whole neighbourhood. Several people were filming me being fucked. Miguel was using my phone. He smiled at me. “You do what we tell you, otherwise we’ll send the film to your dad.” “No!” I replied. ”Don’t!” “Or we could poz your sister next. We know someone in Norway who would do it!” “No, please don’t!” I still didn’t know what poz meant, but the way Miguel was saying it, it didn’t sound good. And how did he know that I had a sister? I’ve never mentioned her. A trans girl was standing over me, hitting my prostate with her cock, pumping her load into me, and moaned “Keep my AIDS inside you! It’s sacred.” AIDS? What have I gotten myself into? “I don’t want to die!” I said. I was getting really scared now. The ill looking Juan entered between my legs and put his cock inside my hole. His body was full of scars and spots. He didn’t look like he was gonna survive the night. I was way past being scared by now. I had taken so many loads already. What was it he had called them? Poz loads? Toxic loads? I was sure I was gonna die, and had given up already. On the table right next to me appeared a tray with lines of some white powder, already cut and there were three guys on the sofa who took turns in taking hits of it. Juan kept pounding me. Heavy thrusts. I wanted him to stop and was about to tell him to stop, “no mas,” but to no avail. He moaned. He came inside me in big thrusts. Then his body fell on top of mine. He didn’t move. Miguel said, “Hurry up, give Martin some T. Keep the party going. He’ll think it was all a dream.” Two guys lifted Juan’s body off mine. I looked hazily around and one of the guys who sat at the table came over to me and tied a tourniquet around my arm and then injected me with something, then lifted my arm and I started coughing. I felt dizzy. Two guys lifted Juan off my body. I thought I heard someone say “At least he died happy,” but wasn’t sure I heard it right through my drugged mind. I had no idea how many people were in the room, but there were naked people coming in or leaving all the time. How many have shot their loads inside my ass? I had no idea, but I noticed the big pink spot on the sheet between my legs. The last thing I remembered before I started drifting off again, was this tall African guy with a Kenya football shirt slamming his huge cock inside me. Chapter 2 – Part 8: Erik the Cumdump I woke up, sore all over my body, especially my ass. I had the taste of cum and piss in my mouth. There were cum stains all over my body as well. I counted the marker lines on my stomach. Thirtynine. 39 guys have fucked me and left their toxic cum inside me. I was a real cumdump. Glad I’m on PrEP. I felt a draft when someone opened the door to the cabin. A light came on. “Don’t mind me,” a voice said, and started cleaning around me. It felt cold in my ass and down my legs. Oh, I’m still soaked down there. How long had I been here? I got up from the sling. Ooh, I have a headache. “I assume these are yours,” the guy cleaning said to me, handing me some clothes that looked familiar right away. He smiled at me. “You were the most popular bottom through the whole night,” he continued. “Did you watch?” I asked, embarrassed from the thought. Not that he was an ugly guy. He looked pretty hot, actually. “I did more than that,” he replied. “One of those marker lines are mine.” He grinned. I felt even more embarrassed. I dressed quickly. I smelled really bad, a combination of sweat, piss and cum, but that was not what mattered the most now. I had to get back to the apartment. I hope Martin’s back. When I walked out, the cleaning guy said “I hope to see you here again soon. We like young guys with a tight ass. It’s good for business.” He paused. “But I don’t think that ass will be tight for long. I don’t mind ruin your hole myself.” I hesitated for a moment. I felt disgusted, but my dick was hard. Was I about to enjoy it? It turned out that this club, the Berlin Dark, was not very far from the apartment. I locked myself in, just to find out that Martin wasn’t there yet. I had to call the police, I thought. But first I needed to take something for my headache, found some pills in my bag. Soon I felt drugged again. What’s this, I thought. This was not paracetamol… I laid down for a moment to clear my mind. Then I opened my eyes, just to see the landlord standing over me through the fog, naked with a big hard cock. He was grinning. I was no match for him. Chapter 2 – Part 9: Martin wakes up When I woke up in bed in a room I’d never seen before, I had no idea how long I’d been out. I felt sick, and my mouth was dry. I noticed some needle marks on my arms. What have they done to me? My ass was sore, and the bed sheet under me was wet with pink stains. I must have been bleeding. Why did they keep fucking me when I was bleeding? They must have noticed. And how many fucked me? I had no way of knowing. At least I was still alive. I tried to get up? Where were my clothes? Where was my phone? I remember Miguel was filming me, and he threatened to send it to my dad if I didn’t do what they were telling me. I needed to find it and delete the videos. Then I remembered there was no use, because so many others had been recording as well. I tried to stand up. It took me a couple of attempts to get out of bed. And my legs were jelly, but finally I was being able to stand up. But I had to lean on the wall to be able to get out of the room and towards the toilet. When I finally made it there I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed some bruises on my ass. What’s this? I took a closer look and noticed some black lines, kinda like a tattoo on my ass. I bent over in front of the mirror to get a closer look. Then pulled the ass cheeks apart to see what it was. Oh, shit! It was a large tattoo, the same symbol that Juan, Miguel and a lot of the others at the party had. But mine was huge, surrounding my ass hole and the insides of my ass cheeks. I could see it clearly now when my cheeks were spread aside. My first thought was that I could never take a shower or swim naked with my friends anymore. “Do you like it?” I heard a voice behind me say. It was Miguel. I turned around and looked at him. He wasn’t the same guy I had fallen in love with. He looked like he was high on something. “One of the guys who fucked you last night, was a tattoo artist. He did it for free, so you don’t owe him anything.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “He thought you were such a good fuck, so I guess that was payment enough.” “I want to leave,” I said. “Where are my clothes? And where’s my phone?” “Don’t worry, it’s all here.” Then he walked out of the bathroom and returned few seconds later. “Don’t try to delete the video on your phone. I’ve made a copy.” He paused again, like he was trying to find the right words. “You might get the flu in a couple of weeks. Don’t go to the doctor, just stay in bed and sweat it out. Tell your family and friends it’s just a flu.” Again he paused. “It’s the fuck flu, but nobody needs to know that.” “What’s the fuck flu?” I asked. “Just google it. But don’t let anyone else know. Then I’ll have to send the video to your dad.” Again I begged him not to. “Then don’t tell,” Miguel continued. “And don’t go to the doctor. You’re my brother now. I shared my DNA with you. I’m looking forward to seeing you again…” “No, I…” I started, but Miguel put a finger over my mouth, and said “Ssshhh, I will see you again. Remember, video, your dad. Or I could have somebody poz your sister.” I shut up, took my clothes and phone and got dressed. “Don’t tell Erik, either.” he said. How do I make it back to the apartment,” I asked. “Oh, that’s the least I can do. I order you an Uber right away. What are brothers for, right?” Miguel said with a grin. I couldn’t smile back. Less than ten minutes later I was on my way back to the apartment. I found Erik lying in bed, apparently sleeping. But when I accidentally kicked one of his shoes on the floor, he woke up and said my name. “Where have you been?” he asked. “With Miguel,” I replied. “But you’ve been gone for more than three days. Why haven’t I heard from you? Why didn’t you send me a message?” “I’m sorry, I forgot. The time just flew.” “Are you seeing Miguel again?” “Yes, I think so. So, what have you been doing?” “Me? Not much. Mostly worrying about you,” Erik replied. “But I’m back now,” I said, and we both smiled.

I’m in London this Sunday (25th) and can accommodate in my Hotel. No load refused from Vanilla to Kink. Happy to be filmed/streamed.

Bob’s Visit Bob has been a great friend since our college days. Together (although often at a distance over the phone), we celebrated our milestones and we grieved our losses, including the young death of our house mate and friend Dan during the worst days of The Plague. Years ago, he was the first person I told when I found out that I was HIV+ and he listened to me talk out my fears. Though our paths after our university days diverged, we always talked every few months just to catch up. With my career and job travels, it was easy to unintentionally lose touch with friends. So, one day, after about two years absence, I picked up the phone and called Bob. He was thrilled that I called him, but he sounded a little down. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that his marriage had ended about two years earlier. I asked if he wanted to take the Acela (train) and spend the weekend at my place and we could talk and have some drinks. He readily accepted. The following weekend, Bob showed up on my doorstep, and we embraced as two old friends. “So, what happened?” I asked Bob. “Ugh. It’s a long sordid story and I only have myself to blame,” Bob replied. Bob’s wife, Maria, had long suspected that Bob hadn’t been faithful to her (you know -- the Italian guy thing). But she had never directly confronted his infidelities. One weekend, their doorbell rang and Bob answered it. Their neighbor and his wife furiously entered Bob and Maria’s home to confront Bob. “The guy was jabbing his finger against my chest and yelling at me, and Maria walked in and demanded to know what was going on,” Bob said. The neighbor said, “Your husband gave my son syphilis and chlamydia!” “Their 20-year-old kid was home from Brown University for the summer. This guy was hot. I mean, smoking hot body and not at all twinkie. Varsity baseball player…you get the idea. Well, I popped his anal cherry within the first week of his summer break. I fucked him all summer long and he was insatiable…he was always bugging me to fuck him, so it was kind of worth it. Anyway, he went back to Brown last fall and started fucking his girlfriend again after the summer break. Then, he found out I gave him some STDs when he received the results from his team physical exam. Shit, I didn’t even know I was infected. Anyway, he infected the girlfriend, and he had to tell her. So, she broke up with him and then she told his folks that their perfect son was a diseased faggot!” Bob always was a drama magnet, and I wasn’t surprised that his infidelities caught up with him occasionally. “Sex with Maria stopped long ago, so the marriage was sputtering along, and it was just a matter of time until it was pronounced dead anyway,” he explained. “I’m just glad I never gave her any kids.” I knew for a fact that Bob had knocked up at least three girls in college, but they all had abortions fortunately. “So, what’s next?” I asked. “We sold the house and divided all the property up. So, it’s like a clean slate for me,” he said. Fortunately, Bob’s business was doing very well and he’d managed to shelter it from the divorce somehow. We decided to go to a local bar for dinner and had some good quality time talking about nothing and everything in our lives. It was getting late, and we left the bar to head back to my place. I settled Bob in the guest bedroom and then went to bed myself. I hadn’t been under the covers for five minutes before Bob knocked on the door. I told him to come in. Bob was naked and walked in with a sexy dumb grin. He had kept in great shape and his big soft cock hung down over his balls. He walked over to the bed and got in next to me. We kissed and he whispered into my ear, “It’s been too long since we did this.” I didn’t say anything, but I started to nibble on his otter pecs which still drove him crazy. His cock was instantly hard as a rock, and was dripping precum onto my tonsils a few minutes later. “I hope you got those STD looked after,” I commented with a smirk as his cock head popped out of my mouth. “Sit that smart ass of yours on my face, you sexy cunt,” Bob replied. I was on top of Bob and he parted my ass cheeks as he dove in and started to rim me out. I was facing his feet and started to suck his cock in a 69 position which Bob has loved since I’ve known him. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, as I went down on his cock. I pulled off, “I need you to pound me right now,” I moaned. I got up and straddled Bob looking into his eyes, as I lowered my ass to his cock head. I reached back and rubbed his head all over my hole, using his pre-cum to lube up my tight pucker. I put the pressure of my weight on it as Bob held up a bottle of poppers to my nose. I huffed the brown bottle, and he slid right into me. I rode him for a few minutes, and he sat up and tongued my nipple, and I raised my arm so he could huff my pits. He sniffed in my scent as he got even more excited. He positioned me on my back so he could put my feet against his hairy pecs and then he entered me again. We looked at each other as he piston fucked me like a cheap whore. We both loved rough fucking. My cock was rigid and leaking as Bob punished my prostate. I was on the edge of cumming when Bob grunted and I felt him flood my hole. Once he was done, he pulled out and took my cock in this mouth and sucked it like a man with an insatiable thirst. I screamed as he sucked every drop out of me. We were both spent, physically and mentally. Bob put his hairy arm around me as he was the big spoon to my small spoon, and we drifted off.

The regular Anon Top just stopped by and fucked a load into me. He ate me out for a bit after and then bailed.

First one ever?? The late great, sadly missed Babylon sauna in Bangkok. It was near the Malaysia Hotel near Soi Rama IV. All types went…mostly Euro tourists staying nearby and Thai ‘money’ boys.

I can keep at least one of your body parts warm. 😈

I’ll be in Atlanta on 2/3 arriving afternoon. Looking to get used like the piggy slut I am. What are my best options?

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 love the feel when the man starts to jerk and groan as he is firing his warm cum deep inside my sissy ass

I've had a few CNC sessions that are amazing and always interesting. I've even set them up for other bottoms. In reality though deep down you know your limits might get pushed but in the end you will be fine. One experience I had was completely out of my control and extremely erotic. It was only my 2 or 3rd time renting a hotel room and hosting anon guys. At this time I was still playing safe and asked all guys to use condoms. It was getting late on a Friday and I had only had maybe 7 or 8 cocks that day. I was trying to cum while getting fucked but the last guy was too quick and left me even more horny. I didn't have much hope for another anon cock so I poured a couple drinks and started checking sites for one last fuck. After about an hour I got a message on squirt from a guy I had chatted with a bunch but never met. He asked if I was looking now and said he was free in a bit. I looked back at all our chats and his profile. He was a dom top and was super hot. Looking back at our chats I realized I had talked a big game as a bottom thinking I would never hook up with him because he was poz undetectable. He was 57yo, 6,2 225lbs with a fat tattooed uncut cock. I don't know if it was the drinks or i was just buzzed on cock but I agreed to play if he used a condom. We didn't talk much more about what was going to happen. He instructed me to leave the door cracked and not to look at him when he came in. I can remember the absolute rush hearing him come in put his things down and undress. He spent an hour tying me in different positions and feeding me his fat cock. He was very rough and I was on cloud 9 being tied and abused by this guy. Finally he had me tied tight on the bed face down. He stood in front of me stroking stroking his semi hard cock showing me the devil horns tattoo on his head with flames down the shaft. He rubbed his precum on my gagged lips and opened a condom from the night stand. I watched tied and helpless as he layer the unused rubber in front of my face and started to climb on the bed. He told me it wouldn't be a real rape if I got to make rules. Realizing now what he was going to do i tried to clench my hole to keep his semi hard cock out. He must have liked my resistance because he was instantly as hard as an iron rod and shoving into my well fucked hole. While he started pounding my hole I kept thinking he was probably just pushing my limits and would pull out. Soon after I realized he was cumming deep in my ass. He pulled out and stood in front of me showing me his cum covered dick. He untied me enough he could lead me around the room and have me collect every used rubber laying around with my mouth and set them on an end table. I was bent over ass up while he used his fingers to shove all the used condoms in my hole. After a good tongue bath of his cock and balls he tied me down for load 2. When he was done he untied me packed up and left. It took me a long time to unpack what happened.

Next part, guys! Love to hear what you think... Part 8: The Return to the Rest Stop: Breeding the Bugchasing Husband It's winter, already pitch dark, and you see several cars parked in the lot. Your husband is supposed to be home for the weekend, but you still have an hour before expecting him to arrive. Feeling safe with the PEP prescription in your hand, you think, Why not one last time? All the cars are from locals, no one inside. Probably all in the woods. You enter the familiar trail. You only hear muted voices deep in the back, the occasional glow of a cigarette in the dark. Like a moth, you are drawn to the light. You hear the voices more clearly. "What a slut! Been taking loads for more than an hour now! His mancunt is wider than my wife's after giving birth to our three kids!" You see a group of six or seven middle-aged guys in work boots and Carhartt jackets, gathered around someone bent over a fallen log. Married guys on their way home to their wives. You know these men. You see them at the hardware store, at the mall. Married for years, maybe decades. They've spent twenty years fucking their wives with no thought for a condom because that was for 'other people.' Now the sex at home has dwindled to a monthly chore, and their balls are heavy with pent-up seed. A gay cumdump in the woods is an easy opportunity, a warm hole to drain their balls in on the way home. They never test. They've never heard of PrEP, or they'd rather die than ask their doctor for it, terrified their wife might find the prescription. They are walking reservoirs of every bug they've ever picked up over the decades, and they spread them carelessly, naively, into any willing hole. These are the real threat, your mind whispers. They're walking time bombs, and they don't even know it. One of them is fucking the bent over guy furiously, the sounds of wet, excited slapping filling the cold air. And then you see HIM. The leather biker from the rest stop. He turns sideways, looking you straight in the eyes. He pulls on his cigarette, the glow revealing his majesty. This time he's wearing leather chaps instead of pants—commando. A massive metal ring stretches his balls obscenely long, his girthy rod is hard, curved upward, glistening with cum or ass-juice, the heavy circular barbell crowning its top. And—now clearly visible in the orange glow—a biohazard tattoo right above his cock. He smiles and winks you over, guiding you into the scene. Whispering, "I knew you would be back!" One of the guys has just finished. Somebody wants to freeze the scene, pulls out his phone and takes a picture. The flash illuminates the bottom‘s heavily used ass. You see the open cunt in front of you, gaping open. You can see all the way inside, a milky puddle of cum pooling in there, leaking out and dripping from his balls. You are focused on this sight, you don't even care what kind of guy this is. The dark is hiding everything. The leather biker steps behind you, his presence a warm wall in the cold. He opens the buttons of your jeans, pulling them down, releasing your hardening cock. He plays with your own PA, his hands moving up under your jacket and t-shirt, twisting your nipples, which are directly wired to your cock making it twitch. He’s holding you to his own body, hugging you, warming you in the cold winter evening. "In for a dive? Go for a dip!" he whispers in your ear. You put your cock to the bottom's cunt. It's so loose, your PA and cock head enter easily without even touching flesh. You push until your balls hit his skin. You feel his asslips close around your shaft, pulling you further in. You feel the biker's cold PA at your own back entrance, leaking. You start to fuck. On every stroke out, you impale yourself inch by inch on the biker's poz cock. The dirty poz talk is a low growl in your ear. "That's it, take my poz cock while you fuck that sloppy whore. You feel that? You're swimming in all those married men's loads right now. They have no idea what they're shooting. They think they're just draining their balls. But they're not. They're shooting decades of accumulated bugs, every chronic infection they've ever had, right into this hungry hole. And your cock... your unprotected cock is drowning in that cocktail right now. All those viruses trying to invade your system through your skin. But me... I'm different. I'm not shooting blanks. I know exactly what I'm giving you. My last lab results were... impressive. Every load those guys gave him was a gamble, a lottery ticket. But we... we're the jackpot. We're giving him a confirmed gift, the one he's been craving." The words stimulate the bottom, who realizes he's being used by true giftgivers, and they reinforce your own role as an active participant in the poisoning. You're fucking harder and harder, your juices boiling in your balls, when the bottom moans loud, "Knock me up! Give me your gift! Please! I have been craving this for so long! Convert me! Make me one of you! I want to be toxic! I want to feel the sickness inside me, a permanent part of me! Make me a brother!" The voice. It cuts through everything. It's not just familiar; it's the voice of your safe harbor, your shared life, your "I love you." But it's twisted into this guttural, depraved plea. For a split second, your entire world stops. Your conscious mind screams in denial. No. It can't be. Your world shatters. It's not an orgasm; it's an implosion. A violent, painful convulsion rips through you, and your cock erupts, pumping your betrayal deep into your cheating husband's guts, who is obviously a just as sleazy bugchaser as you. But the horror doesn't stop there. Your body betrays you further, your ass clamping down like a vise on the biker's shaft. Each spasm of your own release milks him in return, and you feel a searing heat pulse into you as he roars his victory. Through the daze, you hear the bottom's guttural moan as he's filled by a stranger. The three of you are a single, convulsing beast of pleasure and poison, and you are its broken, beating heart. The biker pulls out, breathing heavily. He feels the shift instantly. You're not moving. You're rigid, making a choked, sobbing sound. The group starts to disperse. He has to physically pull you out of the scene, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into the darkness, just as your husband pulls up his jeans and stumbles away, oblivious. "Whoa, you okay? That was... intense," he says, his tone shifting from dominant to curious. You turn to him, your face a pale mask in the dark, tears or sweat or both streaming down your face. You can barely speak. You just grab his arm and whisper, the words torn from your soul: "That guy... The one we were fucking... That's my husband. I didn’t know…" The biker processes this for a second, a slow, dark understanding dawning on his face. He doesn't recoil. He lets out a low, dark chuckle of pure astonishment. "Holy... fucking... shit." He sees the absolute devastation on your face. He understands you've just been shattered. This is his moment. He pulls you into that comforting hug again, grounding you. His voice is a low, conspiratorial whisper in your ear. "Hey. Look at me. Breathe. It's okay. You just saw his ghost. You think that's a coincidence? You think it's an accident that you're both here, in this place, on this night? The universe brought you here. It brought you to me. Now... let me give you something real. Something to hold onto. Let me give you another one of my loads. I'm toxic as fuck right now, my VL is through the roof. So let's make sure it takes! Let me seal your fate. I know you want this. I know you need this." You can't think right now. You just turn around and guide his cock back into your own loaded cunt, and he fucks himself to another fantastic orgasm that sends you to heaven—without any poppers. The scene is so intense, so hot on its own, that it doesn't need any chemical enhancement. This fuck isn't about risk; it's about claiming. Every thrust is a hammer blow, forging you into a new shape. His PA isn't just ripping you open; it's a chisel, carving away the old you. "That's it," he groans, his voice a sacrament. "Take my high VL. Let it rewrite you. Let it become part of you." You don't just feel the peace; you seize it. You push back against him, meeting his thrusts, actively pulling the gift deeper. This isn't something happening to you anymore. It's something you are choosing. And as you feel him pulse inside you again, you know you're finally home. You also get dressed and leave, drive home, your husband already there. He opens the door with a smile. "Hey honey! You're late." He has showered—he's always fastidious. He smells of your shared soap, a chilling contrast to the scent of cum and dirt you can't wash off your own skin. He gives you a quick perfunctory kiss on the cheek. As he turns to walk to the kitchen, you swear you see a faint, darker spot on the seat of his jeans, near the seam. Is it just water? Or is he already leaking? The uncertainty drives you mad. "Yeah," you manage, your voice hoarse. "Was at the doctors and took longer than I thought. Great that you are already here! Have been missing you! Let's order something to eat!" You eat and move to the couch, continuing the Netflix series where you left off last weekend. As you lie there, you're looking at him—totally normal from the outside—but in reality, you're picturing his cunt. You're wondering how it's probably looking right now, how a toxic cocktail of cum from who-knows-who is leaking from his ass. You wonder if he can feel it, if he's clenching to keep it desperately inside. And mixed in with all that anonymous seed, you know, is your own. Your load, pumped into him at the peak of his depraved confession, now swimming inside him without his knowledge. You're picturing the bugs, the viruses from all those married men, swarming in his guts, invading his flesh, all mingling with your own betrayal. All the while, you're watching another Netflix episode. He laughs at a joke on the show, a bright, easy sound that feels like it's coming from another planet. In bed at night, you can't sleep. Thinking he's a slut like you—maybe even sluttier! Two perverted souls on the same path, walking separately but connected through a wedding ring. And then, another thought hits you. A slow, dawning realization that cuts through the haze of the day. Your "don't ask, don't tell" agreement. You've always lived by it. Your freedom during the week was sacrosanct, and his was too. What you didn't know couldn't hurt you. But in all your years of careful negotiation, you never once discussed the terms of safety. It was the one, glaring omission you both silently agreed to ignore. You realize he's been cheating bare on you. The thought should be a lightning bolt of betrayal, but it isn't. It's a key turning in a lock. You've been consumed by guilt for your own barebacking, for the risks you've taken. But he's been doing the same thing. The same risk, the same betrayal, the same secret life. You're not just in the same boat; you're sailing on identical, secret courses. A wave of relief so powerful it almost makes you laugh washes over you. The scales are balanced. The hypocrite's guilt that has been eating you alive vanishes. You're not the only one compromising his health, his body, your shared life in the pursuit of filth. He is, too. He's just as much of a slut as you are. And in that shared, unacknowledged depravity, you find a twisted, comforting sense of peace. You're not alone in this anymore. At least he will understand when it's time... You make a decision. You go downstairs. The house is silent. You take the PEP packet out of your backpack. You look at the pharmacist's instructions, the warnings. You unscrew the child-proof cap. You pour the pills into your hand. They look so small, so innocent to hold so much power. You think about the doctor's words, the cold clinic, the shame. And then you think about the biker's warmth, the bottom's plea, your husband's voice. You drop the pills into the toilet bowl. You watch them float for a second before you flush. The sound of the rushing water is the sound of you letting go. As the bowl empties, a strange warmth spreads through your groin—not arousal, but a deep, cellular hum. It feels like a switch being flipped. You think of the doctor's piercings, his hard cock, his words: 'I get it.' And now, you finally do. You are not just choosing this path. You are becoming it. You are now all-in. As you get back to bed, you see your phone glowing on the nightstand. A message. You unlock the screen. It's on Romeo. It's from Mark. "I know what you did! I am back in town next week... We need to talk!" Your heart hammers, but you slowly fall to sleep, dreaming of the last days' experiences.

All you fellow chasers know the cycle: one day you're consumed by the primal urge to get bred and pozzed, the next you're shattered by regret and vow to be safe forever. The chase is a constant, brutal up and down of desire and shame. And so after that shattering midnight experience in the public toilet, I went to the STD clinic the next day, seeking penance or perhaps just the next chapter in the story. Part 7: The Hard-On in Scrubs: Hippocratic Oath Versus Primal Urge The midnight experience at the public toilet was a nightmare. You're devastated. You will never do that again. The "real thing" was a cold, hollow violation that left you feeling more alone than ever. You want to stay safe. The next day, a Friday, you go to work but leave early at noon, the shame from the night before a constant, nagging presence. You drive straight to the STD clinic. The waiting room is a purgatory of sterile, antiseptic smells and hushed, fearful silence. You sit among the other faces, each a mask of shame and regret, just another number in a system designed to manage consequences. When your name is finally called, you follow a nurse down a stark white corridor and into a small, windowless office. The doctor gestures to the hard plastic chair opposite his desk. He can't be more than thirty, with the kind of youthful, earnest face that belongs on a medical school recruitment poster. He looks up, and his expression is one of polite, professional curiosity. He clicks his pen. "So," he begins, his voice flat. "The nurse tells me you're here for a PEP prescription. Let's go over it. Tell me about the exposure." You swallow, your throat dry. "It was... last night. Unprotected anal sex." He nods slowly, making a note. "Receptive or insertive?" "Receptive," you mumble. "Receptive." He repeats the word, and as he leans back in his leather chair, the movement stretches the thin fabric of his scrub top taut across his chest. That's when you see it: two nipple piercings. And peeking from the collar of his shirt is a dusting of thick, black chest hair, a stark, masculine contrast to his youthful face. You force your eyes back to his. "And how many partners were involved in this... encounter?" The word "encounter" makes it sound so clinical, so detached. "Two," you say. "And me." He looks up, a bit surprised by the specificity. "Two. Okay. And the status of these partners? Were any of them known to be HIV-positive?" You hesitate, the images flashing in your mind. "Not sure... probably both…" The doctor's pen stops. He leans forward slightly, his interest suddenly piqued. "Probably both? What makes you say that? Did they tell you? Or are you guessing?" "There were signs…." "Signs?" His voice is a low growl now. He stands. You see the powerful, rounded bubble butt in his scrubs for a second before he moves around the desk, leaning against it right in front of you. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the unmistakable bulge—a thick shape snaking down his left pant leg. It's so defined you can almost make out the ridge of his head. He's commando, and he's either hung or getting hard right here. The thought hits you like a lightning bolt. "What kind of signs?" You feel your face flush. "One of them... he looked... wasted. Very thin, gaunt." The doctor nods, his face unreadable. "Okay. That can be a sign, though it's not definitive. Anything else?" Your voice drops to a near-whisper. "The other one... he called himself 'BREEDER'. He had a... a biohazard symbol. Tattooed." The doctor's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. He lets out a slow, heavy breath. "I see. A biohazard tattoo." He makes a note on the chart, his pen pressing hard into the paper. He looks back at you from above, his gaze now sharp, cutting through you. The bulge in his pants seems to have grown even more prominent, a thick, commanding presence right in your line of sight. "And these signs... this knowledge... this did not hold you back?" You can only shake your head, the shame a physical weight. "No…" He leans forward again, his voice dropping lower, more serious. "I have to ask you this, and I need you to be honest. Did they rape you? Were you tied up? Forced in any way?" "No," you say, your voice cracking. "Nothing like that." "Then you deliberately engaged with them?" he presses, his words precise and damning, his body radiating a tense, authoritative energy. "Knowing what you saw, you still chose to participate?" You look down at your hands, unable to bear his stare. "Deliberately…" you confess. He leans back against the desk, letting out a long, weary sigh. For a moment, he is silent. You risk a glance up at him, and his expression has changed. The clinical disappointment is still there, but it's now layered with something else. Something almost... knowing. Almost empathetic. "Look," he says, his voice softer, almost conspiratorial. "I get it. On some level... I can see how the fantasy is hot. The [banned word], the risk... the idea of being corrupted. I'm not immune to that." Your heart hammers in your chest. He understands. And then you see it happen. As he speaks, his eyes flick down, almost involuntarily, to his own crotch. He suddenly becomes aware of it. The thick, hardening bulge straining against the fabric of his scrubs, right in your line of sight. A brief, almost imperceptible flash of panic crosses his face. He shifts his weight, turning his hips slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest—a casual, defensive move designed to obscure the very obvious evidence of his arousal. The awkwardness hangs in the air for a split second, thick and suffocating. You both know. You both saw. He pushes himself off the desk, his movements suddenly stiff and deliberate. Without another word, he retreats, walking back around to his own chair and sinking down into it. The desk is once again a barrier between you. He picks up his pen, his knuckles white as he grips it, a physical anchor to his professionalism. "But a fantasy," he continues, his voice now sharper, more forceful, as if to compensate for the momentary loss of control, "is not reality. And in reality, what you did was a stupid, very stupid mistake. A man your age... you lived through the worst of the AIDS crisis. You saw the ads, you knew people who died. To be this reckless now... it's almost willful—" He stops abruptly, catching himself. He closes his eyes for a second, takes a breath, and when he opens them, the professional mask is back in place, firm and unyielding. He proceeds in a colder, more clinical tone. "Let's stick to the medical facts..." He continues his lecture, but you barely hear the words. The brief moment of connection, his admission that he "gets it," and the raw, physical proof of his own arousal has done more damage than all his judgment combined. It confirmed that the world you crave is real, and that he, the man who embodies it, is just as susceptible to its pull. All you can see is the glint of his nipple rings, the confident set of his jaw, and the memory of his hardening cock. You leave the pharmacy with the little paper packet, the doctor's lecture a cold, hard weight in your mind. But it's not his words that are echoing. It's his confession. "I get it." And the image of him retreating behind his desk to hide his own hard-on. You feel a sick, confused heat spreading through you. Your own cock is hard. What the fuck is wrong with me? The shame is still there, but now it's tangled with this bizarre, humiliating arousal. The doctor, the voice of reason who understands the fantasy and gets hard from it, has become the ultimate twisted fantasy. You pass the sign for the rest stop. Your foot hovers over the brake. You think of the PEP in your pocket. Then you think of the doctor's piercing, his humiliatingly sexy authority, and the words "I… get… it." You signal and pull off the road. You need to fuck this feeling out of your head. You need to find something so dirty, so depraved, it will erase the memory of the one man who understands the fantasy but would never, ever, be a part of it.

Chapter 3 – The Jacuzzi The boys walked out on the back patio. The area was blocked off so that no neighbors could view the backyard. Gary grabbed another pipe that was preloaded with tina. He melted it down and walked out to join the boys on the patio. G: Before we get in, lets chill some. Follow me. They approached a gazebo that covered the jacuzzi area. It was perfect for blocking any possible wind going through the area. Gary handed the pipe to Tanner. He wasted no time in blowing his clouds. G: oh come on, you can do better than that. Bigger clouds. Bigger. Tanner had taken six good hits, each one getting bigger as he smoked. He handed an almost out bowl to Rich. He looked disappointed at the bowl. He got 2 good hits before the bowl was gone. G: Don’t worry Rich, I got backup. Gary holds up a baggie full of T. He fills the pipe for Rich and it’s his turn for encouragement. G: Come on, don’t be a little bitch. You can do better. Bigger! Rich had done exactly what Tanner had done. Smoked up most of the tina before passing it. when this bowl was empty. Gary returned the attention to the jacuzzi. G: Now Rich, you know the rules. No clothing in the water. Rich dropped his underwear and released his full 7 inches. He sank down into the warm water. He looked up at his friend. Tanner looked like he was trying to decide on whether to join Rich in the jacuzzi. He took a big breath of air and dropped his boxerbriefs. Showing off his 6.5 inches of meat. He smacked his hands together and turned to Gary. T: are you going to join us? Tanner turned toward the jacuzzi and while getting in, he was showing off his nice round ass. Gary walked up and dropped his boxers to the floor. He jumped in and joined the boys in the water. The boys went back to making out in the jacuzzi while Gary watched and slowly jerked himself off. After a while of silent watching, Gary asked the boys to sit up on the edge while they made out. They boys obeyed and sat in front of him. Gary was getting the show he had been waiting for. Two sexy twinks, wet and naked, smooth as can be, right in front of him. Gary asked the boys to bend over the edge of the jacuzzi. They agreed and gave him a show of their backsides. Perfectly round and perky. They spent 20 or 30 minutes in the water before Gary called it for the jacuzzi. They boys said they were fine but Gary insisted since the ecstasy and long times in jacuzzi don’t really mix well. They returned to the living room where the boys plopped on the couch. 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. Chapter 4 – ParTy boy Gary was fidgeting with something in his hand. It was getting the attention of Tanner. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. T: hey whats that in your hand? G: Oh this? It’s a vial of G. T: did you run out? G: oh no, this is special stuff. It’s stronger than the stuff we drank earlier. It’s not for beginners. For special occasions. Tanner felt slighted with the tone Gary used. Was he implying that he was a beginner user? That he was not up to the level he was at? T: special stuff huh? How special? Tanner touched the tip of his dick in a seductive way that he knew caught Gary’s attention. He jerked if slightly and a bead of precum leaked out. With his thumb, he picked up the bead of precum and pushed it into his mouth. Mmmm G: did you wanna try some of this stuff? Idk if you can handle it. it’s strong and works pretty fast. I mean, Rich is in the other room getting a little sample… T: oh fuck that bitch, if he can do it, I can do it too. G: oh idk, Rich is a pretty good party boy. Are you Tanner? Are you a good party boy? Do you party hard? T: I’m a great party boy. I love to party all night long with my girl. But that’s over with. But fuck that bitch too. Party! Party! Gary just smiled at his enthusiastic teen in front of him. G: now this stuff is strong but its best to take it straight in the mouth. Here, open your mouth. Gary used a dropper to eyeball a decent amout and dropped it on the boys tongue. He swallowed the G and it had a mean after taste. Gary handed Tanner the drink he had from earlier. It had a little soda left. Tanner tried to get the awful taste out of his mouth but it lingered. T: man, you weren’t kidding. It is strong. i’m not going to pass out or anything am i? G: why? Do you wanna pass out or something? T: no man, I just wanna have a good trip and get my nut off. G: oh that we can do. That’s what they are doing in the other room. they are taking some of this G and a good booty bump before my friend helps Rich get off. T: a what? G: a good booty bump T: yeah, whats that? G: you’ve never heard of taking some Tina and putting it up the butt? T: oh yea, I’ve seen that on some amateur porn videos I jerk off to. But that’s in a girl’s ass. G: girl ass, boy ass. Gets you super high either way. Good thing Rich is an advanced user for that level of high. T: if I was to try this booty bump thing out, you’ve have to touch my ass? G: yes, I’d have to touch your ass. T: that’s pretty gay. I might be okay with you touching my dick but my ass… idk. G: that’s okay, its not for everyone. Maybe in a couple of years when your better at using and not so new. T: oh fuck that. I’ve been using just as long as Rich. He aint better than me at smoking or anything. G: only one way to find out. T: how does it work? Gary smile grew. This fucking boy was playing right into his hands. G: you would bend over the couch and I’d lub up a finger, lube your hole a bit, push a shard up your ass, hold It there so it dissolves and then pull out. Simple right? T: and you take your hands off my ass when we’re done? G: I stop touching you whenever you tell me to stop. T: okay, lets do this before the G kicks in. Tanner gets his knees up on the couch and faces toward the couch. He bends over and puts his ass of full display. His perfect straight boy ass. The naked man stands back and enjoys the view for a moment. He jerks his dick slowly thinking how sweet this ass will taste. How tight this virgin will feel like. Gary goes back to the wooden box on the table. He pulls out bag full of Tina and a small bottle of lube. He lubes his finger and places it on the boy’s hole. He goes over the hole a few times. He circles it three times before pushing his finger in. A soft moan comes from the boy’s mouth. Tanner was surprised and hoped that Gary had not heard that. Gary pulled out and reapplied the lube a couple of times. He was able to get two fingers into the tight hole. He tried to make the tight tunnel as wet as possible. Then Gary picked out three large shards. G: now, this part is going to burn a little but just ride through it. its part of the process. You can do it. Gary used the two fingers to get the first shard deep into the boy. He starts to make noise due to the burning feeling. G: you’re almost there buddy. You can do this. Gary waited for the first rock to dissolve and pushed in the second. And then when he put in the third, the boy’s body was trembling. Once the third dissolved. He helped the boy to turn over and sit on his ass. G: okay, I just need to make sure everything went correct. I’m going to lift your legs up and I need you to hold them up for me okay? Tanner looked at Gary and his eyes were saucers. The G was kicking in and everything was feeling super heavy and floaty. The eyes were all pupil. He had the boy sit on the edge of the couch. He then pulled his legs up causing the boy to lean back into the couch. G: do you need help keeping your legs up? Tanner nodded and tried to mouth a yes. Only a moan came out of his mouth. Gary took that as a yes. He reached under the couch and pulled out restraints. He used them to tie his ankles to his wrists and then clipped them together. There the straight boy was, legs tied up. Hard as can be, hole on full display. Gary bent down and put his face right above the boy’s hole. G: now I’m going to make sure that the bump worked, okay? Gary pushes out his tongue and makes contact with the teen’s hole. Instant moans come out of the boy. Gary swirls his tongue and flicks it. he goes to town eating the boy’s hole. Tanner is overwhelmed and is pulling as his restraints but they wont budge. Gary starts fucking the hole with the whole of his tongue. The boy squirms in delight. Gary pulls away and grabs his phone. He starts to record his ass eating and the squirming boy making noises. Every once in a while, Tanner would get silent and stop squirming. Gary thought to himself – maybe he did get too much of the G if he is passing out. But that thought would be pushed away by the sound of the boy in delight again. Once the boy’s hole was sufficiently lubed with saliva, Gary fished out another shard for good measure. It pushed it in with little to no resistance for his two fingers. He left it dissolve and pushed a third finger inside the boy. When he pulled the fingers out, Tanner was mouthing some words. Finally what came out of the boy’s mouth was “please, need inside me”. G: oh I have something that’s gonna feel way better than those fingers baby boy. He set the phone down but kept recording. He wanted to record his conquest. Gary spit on his dick a couple times. He made sure every inch of his 7 inches was wet before placing his head at the entrance. G: you want this? You want this dick inside you to make you feel good? Don’t you baby boy? My little straight boy. Gary leaned forward and the head pushed inside the virgin hole. the hole was sucking on Gary’s mushroom head. He leaned forward some more and he sank three inches into the boy. He was halfway in. Gary rocked slowly so that he slowly pushed inside the boy. He slowly stretched the boy’s hole open. Once he bottomed out, he reached up and undid the restraints holding the ankles up with the wrists. He left the legs fall down against his shoulders. He continued to rock back and forth, feeling every inch inside the boy. The throbbed his dick and this made the boys moan. Gary looked down and saw that precum was leaking from the boys dickhead. He used his thumb to collect the precum and pushed the thumb into the boys lips, leaving them all glossy. He knew he didn’t have long and wouldn’t last long either, so he just rocked forward for few minutes. He didn’t fight the urge to shoot his load. He welcomed the first load pushed deep inside the boy. Gary pulled out of the teen. The boy mumbled for more. he was pretty high in the stratosphere. Gary picked up the straight boy and walked him down to the play room.

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.

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.” ...

Mu first hookup through m4m, I spontaneously decided to be bb only because I'd seen that in some ads. As I nearly exploded when he pulled me all the way back on his cock, I decided the decision was good.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

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!

Part 3 It only took me a short moment to regain consciousness. First thing I noticed was my throat was sore and my stomach felt queazy from the multiple huge loads of Vince’s special brand of cum in it. Then I noticed I wasn’t in the living room but I was in Vince’s bed. He must have carried me here when I was out. “Hey you didn’t die! That’s good news for me. I would have had to work hard to dump a load in your ass before you got cold, he he he.” Vince was there playing with my ass. He had a couple fingers in me that he replaced with his tongue. As good as it felt I turned over and faced him, which incidentally landed my legs around his waist and his semi hard cock touch my ass. “How long was I out?” My voice was scratchy as I asked rubbing my throat. “Less then a minute. I figured you’d like to be more comfy.” His arms wrapped around my legs. His hands rubbing my ass. He moved his hips forward and his shaft ground against my crack. “Vince, my ass is sore, my throat is sore. My stomach hurts. I can’t handle anymore messing around.” “You said you’d suck my cock anytime.” “You can’t possibly go another round so soon.” “He he, yeah you’re right. I’ll need a while before I’m ready to go again. A younger version of me would be more energetic and I’d be hips deep in your ass about now.” He continued his humping. Miming out the motions of ass fucking. His dick was only half erect which was impressive enough given his two orgasms earlier. He grabbed his dick and was aiming it towards my hole, trying to push it in. “Vince I thought you weren’t going to fuck me?” “I’m not, I just need to take a piss.” He forced his half hard cock in my ass which gave little resistance. “Again? I don’t want piss up my ass.” “Oh then would you like to drink it?” “Ew no. No water sports.” “I won’t ask for another blow job today if you let me piss in your ass from now on. You’re throat could use a rest.” “Ugh fine make it quick.” I was still horse and rubbing my throat. It hurt to talk and if I could give my mouth a break for a while then I’m fine with taking a little piss where I can’t actually taste it. As soon as I gave to go ahead, I felt a hot spreading sensation in my ass. He was already relieving himself inside me. “Ahhh, that’s a good toilet boy. Oh how I wanted you like this the moment I saw you. Yeah that’s a thirsty ass. Oof drink me up toilet boy.” “That nickname better not stick. God, how much do you have in you?” I was feeling my guts bloat as Vince continued to stream. I hadn’t even noticed that he was all the way inside me. But that didn’t count for much given how he was only half soft. “You’re all they way inside me this time.” “Ah, yeah. It’s easier this way. But you better hope I don’t get a full hard on like this, or it’ll get full on hard at full length. Oh, there we go. All finished. How do you feel?” “Like I’m going to burst. I should go to the bathroom.” Vince kept me glued to his cock. “Not yet. We don’t want to blast it all over the sheets now. Just let it spread deeper in you. Trust me, I’m very experienced with this. The more you wait the more my piss will work it’s way up and you’ll feel a little less bloated.” I laid back and waited for his piss to spread deeper in me. While I waited I considered my situation. This was the fifth time I’ve had his cock in me now? I lost track. But I’m here in his room with it up in me again. Somehow how he keeps getting me to do these things. But to be fair it’s not entirely his fault. My curiosity and minor enjoyment of some of the things he does has also been a factor. At first I thought it was all him but more and more I’m starting to get into more kink myself. I learned I liked having my feet played with. And if I try to think about it with an open mind, sure, a cock pissing in my ass is kinda hot too. Weird, last week I was a totally vanilla guy and now I’m doing raunch with a dirty poz fucker. If any of these kinks stuck I should definitely try them about with other guys. Ouch what’s that? “Ooh seems like I’m getting a little harder, ooh he he he. What will happen to your ass if I get to full mast?” “Ow can you pull out now?” “Why? Let’s see where this goes.” He was now fucking my ass again. This time filled with piss and his hips firmly pressed against my ass. His dick was getting harder and it was bulldozing it’s way in me. It was hurting the more he kept it in. “Ah, no more. I need up, seriously.” “Okay, such a serious boy.” He stopped fucking and slowly pulled his cock out. I managed to clench up but a little piss still got out. “Oops, we’ll I guess that was bound to happen. Oh well it’s only a little.” I slowly got up and left Vince’s room. I got rid of whatever I could from the piss fucking and brushed my teeth. I looked for any pepto but we were out. I could barely recognize my reflection. I was turning into a kinkster wither I wanted to or not. And my roommate was the corrupter. For the rest of the day I managed to go unmolested. Minus a few minor incidences. Vince regained his need to cum and was looking for hookups. I enjoyed my day while he was out. I managed to get a few assignments finished since I didn’t have the distractions. My throat was still a little sore but my stomach not longer hurt. I guess Vince’s cum can do a number on you in more ways then one. Can you get food poisoning from cum? After I felt like I was productive enough I went out myself. I needed time away from the flat and unwind. I went to a local gay bar that was close by. I just wanted a couple drinks, and exchange glances with handsome strangers. I definitely wasn’t in the mood to hook up but the attention would be welcomed. I sat at the bar and ordered a whisky cola. After a few refreshing sips I surveyed the place. A few faces I recognized, some new ones, some creepy ones, some cute ones. There weren’t many there tonight, probably because it was still early. One drink turned into four. I was getting a comfortable buzz on. Not crazy drunk but I was definitely feeling it. I had chatted with a couple guys casually until they had to go meet up with friends. I had an invite to join a group for bar hopping but I had class in the morning and wasn’t up for it. When the semester is over I’ll be able to take a little brake from the crazy scheduling. At some point I needed to take a leak so I wandered to the bathroom. I was wobbling a bit. The booze was probably effecting me a little more then I thought. The bathroom was way in the back and had one of those weird layouts. An L shaped room with urinals around the counter of the stalls. I think it was pretty popular for cruising, not that I’d have any experience with that. I wandered all the way around at the end of the urinals to the only one that looked the least dirty. As I was doing my business someone else came in. He went to the urinal right next to me. Of course he chose that one. Of all the urinals he could have picked he picked the one next to me and we were both at the far end of the room. “Hey there. Nice cock.” Yup, he was cruising. He was a tall 40 something fat guy with greasy messy dark hair and thinning on top. He had baggy worn through clothing and sandals. He had harsh rough facial features and a nasally voice. He wouldn’t classify as a bear, more like a weirdo living in his mothers basement. The type of guy I’d normally avoid. He wasn’t pissing. I glanced down at his dick and he was stroking a fat 5 inch cock with a large cock head, his balls were big but his bush was unkempt. The alcohol was throwing me off guard because I wasn’t subtle enough at the glance. He caught me staring. “You can suck it if you like.” He turned towards me and stepped closer holding his dick up. He had BO. I could tell but the way he talked and carried himself, he wasn’t all there. I said nothing and finished shaking my last few drops. But before I could put my dick away he put a hand on my butt. “You’re Vince’s boy right?” “What? How…” That got my attention. How did this guy know Vince and how did he know we knew eachother? But I wasn’t anyones ‘boy’. The harsh looking guy looked over his shoulder as if to make sure no one was around then went behind me and pulled my pants down. He bent me over the urinal and I was having trouble keeping my balance. Woah what’s happening right now? He’s not actually going to fuck me is he? “I just gotta do this real quick.” He spat on his cock and was jabbing against my hole. His head was digging into me and he put his hands on my hips and slammed forward penetrating me all the way. “Ow what the hell?!” He was fucking me desperately. He was clumsy and rough. I was able to take his length easy enough but the girth was challenging. “Oh yes! Hot ass!” His slamming was relentless. His big belly rested on my ass and it felt like I was getting absorbed into him. My face was almost against the wall. He was too big to get away from and he was enjoying my ass like a starving dog. “Dude pull it out.” I grunted softly. I didn’t want to be too loud because I was terrified of what anyone would think if they saw this. I wasn’t even sure he heard me. “I haven’t fucked a delicious boy like you before. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum! Sorry! I have to cum in you! You don’t mind! You’re a dirty cum pig! ARGHH!” He slammed into me several times as he unloaded into me. His cock throbbed as it gushed. Shit what did he just say? Fuck no, this guy needs to get the hell off me. He kept thrusting in me a few times as he finished up. I wanted him out as soon as possible but he just held me in place. Then I heard him sigh. “Ahhhh…” my ass felt a familiar hot spreading. ‘Damn it, am I getting pissed in again?!’. He was definitely pissing inside me. I could feel it spreading deep but luckily it wasn’t a huge amount. The creep eventually pulled out of me. A small stream of yellow squirted out my ass and dripped on the floor. He let go of me and I fell to the floor. As I looked up at him he stared down at me. “You should come home with me. I have plans for a handsome juicy boy like you.” The sketchy guy took off a sandal and held a foot in front of my face. It was massive and plump like a size 14 and dirty on bottom. ‘Hu? What is he doing?’ He brought it down and smeared his foot sweat on my face. I was grabbing his leg and trying to get him away but i couldn’t stop his large foot. It was moist and rank. This guy was trying to get as much kink mileage as he could. Then he shoved his toes in my mouth. I protested but nothing else I was doing worked so I figured it would be best to do what he wanted so he’d leave. I reluctantly sucked his toes the same way Vince sucked mine. The taste was almost like Vince’s cum, salty and foul, but a bit cheesy. I was hating it, but after a minute of licking his foot clean my dick was starting to get hard. ‘Oh fuck! I’m not getting into this am I?’ I tried to fight back my boner but there was something about the softness of the bottoms of his feet that felt, cushy? Soft? Something like that. I couldn’t really describe it. It was…nice? “Nice, boner there.” He moved his foot from my face down to my cock and rubbed it. He put his hands in the wall to support himself while he was jacking me with his foot. It felt good and I was leaking pre so his foot job was getting slippery. It was so embarrassing. I was getting turned on by it. Not from him but from what he was doing. I couldn’t help but grab it and move my hips so I could hump it in rhythm to his movements. He stopped moving his foot and let me fuck his sole at my own pace. His meaty toes caressing my head. It didn’t take me long to work up to a cum shot. I blasted my load all over his foot and between his toes. My heart was beating fast and the creepy guy kept looking around. He turned around and for a second I thought he was going to leave but he walked backwards towards me and pulled his pants down revealing his fat lumpy pockmarked ass. He spread his cheeks and exposed a dark hairy gaping ass hole. It was large and moist and it was coming right toward me. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” I threw my hands up and pushed them against his huge ass but he buried my face in it regardless. My resisting stopped his slimy pulsing hole from kissing my lips but just ever so slightly. He stank and I didn’t want to rim him. But my arm strength was failing me. He let go of his cheeks which engulfed my head ear to ear. His drooling doughnut hole puckered towards me like a hungry beast ready to devour prey wandering into it’s cave. Oh shit I’m about to eat the ass of this gross basement troll. “Come on, stick that tongue out. Shove it in my hole. Lick me clean.” Luckily someone else came in the bathroom, but straight into a stall by the entrance. That made the chubby stranger jump a bit and remember we weren’t in a perminantly private place. He pulled his ass away and stood up. Thank goodness, I thought I was going to get swallowed whole by that bottomless cavern. “Here, you can have this back.” He handed me my phone. When did he get that? When he fucked me? “Why did you have this?” “I have your number now. I have a bigger apatite then this. I’ll see you around.” He hurried out of there leaving me alone. I looked through my messages. He shot videos of himself fucking me and giving him foot service. It looked like he sent himself the videos too. Also my number and home address were sent to him. Great now I’m gonna get stalked by the living definition of a stalker. I’ll need to get tested soon because that pig shot in me too. I stood up and I was still wobbly. I didn’t bother with getting his piss out of me, I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. So I made my way home. When I got home I struggled with the keys for a bit but managed to get the door open. I wanted a damn shower after what I don’t even want to think about happened. I was tired and dizzy with too much to drink. I leaned up against the couch and stripped my clothes off. I was going to head to the shower but I ended up falling asleep right there.

2. Greg I couldn't stop staring at the man between my legs. I was in heaven; this handsome older man had just finished fucking me, shooting his sperm into my vulnerable young hole. Not only had he bred me, he was my father's brother, my own flesh and blood. I had been dreaming of this for months, trying to make it happen. I had carefully planted the seed in my dad's mind of Uncle Nate driving me to college on the other side of the country. Once that had worked out, I had made sure that Uncle Nate had been too horny to think with anything but his cock. It had gone almost as I had dreamt of, he hesitated only briefly before plunging his raw cock into my virgin hole. I hadn't been lying when I told him he was my first. I had fucked some guys, but some intuition had made me wait for someone special to be the first guy to screw me. Uncle Nate certainly qualified and I was glad I had waited. "You ok?" he asked me. I must have zoned out a bit, thinking about what I had just done. "Great. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there. What you thinking about for dinner?" I asked. "Get some pizza and beer, and bring it back here?" "Perfect," I said. I finally moved, getting off the bed and wandered to the window. I pulled the shade back, looking out into the evening sun, golden but strong. I knew it would still be hot out. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top. Nathan had also gotten off the bed, and was fumbling with his phone. "Pepperoni and mushroom good?" he asked me. "Sounds good," I said. He placed the order, pacing around the small room, still naked. "Fifteen minutes," he said. He rummaged through his bag, and grabbed a jockstrap and like me, a pair of cargo shorts. "This is going to be a fun fit," he said, as he pulled on the jockstrap. It only barely contained him. His cock was still thick and slightly hard. It strained against the threadbare fabric of the pouch. My ass twitched at the sight of him filling out the jockstrap. I felt his jizz deep in my hole and knew it was slowly soaking in. We continued to dress: I found my flip-flops, and he pulled on a black tank top. His chest hair still stuck out over the top of the tank, despite being carefully trimmed. I nearly pushed him back onto the bed and rode him once more. Not immediately fucking him again took a surprising amount of restraint on my part. He slipped into his sandals, then turned to me, and asked "Ready?" "Yeah," I said. With our near-matching outfits, there was enough resemblance between us that we looked like a father and his son. It was a nice thought, but I knew our relationship was now and forever closer than any father and son could dream of. We walked out into the hot, humid evening. "Damn," he said, "Still hot out." I nodded silently. I knew the black Land Rover would be baking. And I knew Nathan would be sweating soon. My cock twitched at the thought of how he would smell in a few minutes. I wanted him on top of me, his cock buried in my hole, my face buried in his sweaty chest. "I'll drive," I offered. "Sure. I can get us to the pizza place." He tossed me the keys, and we got in the car. I opened the sunroof a crack, enough to get a bit of air as the air conditioner struggled in the heat. We pulled out onto the street, and drove towards town. It took us about five minutes to get to the pizza place. In a non-descript strip mall, there was a party store at one end. "You want to get the pizza, and I'll get some beer?" Uncle Nate asked. He handed me a twenty, and we went our separate ways. Surprisingly, the pizza was ready when I walked in. I paid, and took it back to the car. I popped the back and pawed through one of my many bags. I knew what I wanted for the evening, a small bag with some rolling papers, a lighter, and most importantly some weed. I was pretty sure Uncle Nate would be cool with me getting stoned and would probably even join me. And, if he was at all like me, I knew the weed would make him horny. With just a bit of luck, he would fuck me at least one more time that night. Uncle Nate came back right as I found the bag it was all in. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Yeah, I found it," I said. "You mind driving?" "Not at all." I threw him the keys. As we climbed in, he put the six pack of beer in the back seat with the pizza. Once on the road, I opened the bag and pulled out the glass jar of weed. "Cool?" I asked. I opened the glass, letting the herbal fragrance fill the car. I held the glass jar up, letting see how full it was. "Oh, very nice, Greg," he said. "I could use some of that. And it smells damn good." I closed the jar, and put it back in the bag. We were quiet the short way back to the motel. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; we had talked during most of the day's drive. There was much more we both wanted to talk about, but the car was an uncomfortably public area in which to talk about those matters. We both knew that no one could hear us, but still, the proximity of all the other drivers was disconcerting. I grabbed the beer and weed, and he carried the pizza into the room. He put it on the small table, and put some slices on a plate for the tow of us. I had a joint already rolled. I handed it and the lighter to him as I started rolling another one. He did a toke from it, and broke down coughing. "It's been a long time for me," he said, taking a swig of the beer. "And it's strong stuff," I said. He handed me the joint, and I took a hit. "How long has it been for you?" I asked. "Let me think." Uncle Nate paused, coughed, then continued. "Nearly six months. Jason had random drug tests, so we've had to keep ourselves clean for a bit." He sat down in the chair opposite me, the pizza between us. I handed him the joint, and he took another hit. While I finished making two more joints, we passed the first one back and forth. "One for the road tomorrow," I said, as I put one joint away with the rest of the weed. The pot was starting to hit me. I opened my beer, and took a swig. Between us, we finished up the joint, and most of the pizza. We were just staring at each other, relaxed and comfortable. Finally, I broke the silence. "How long have you been poz?" I asked. "A long time," he said. "Let me think." He leaned back, and I could see him counting the years. "Just about twelve years now," he said. "I used to know it cold. But I've grown used to it. Almost seems normal now." "Do you know who gave it to you?" I asked. "I mean, how you got it? If you don't mind me asking?" "No, it's fine. Yeah, I do. Alan. He gave it to me." "Uncle Alan?" "Yeah" I didn't know what to say. My earliest gay fantasies were about Uncle Nate and Uncle Alan. When Alan had died, I was nearly fourteen. I was still young, still confused enough about my sexuality to wonder if my desires and fantasies had caused his death. I remember Nate being devastated at the funeral. I wanted to comfort Uncle Nate, but I was too scared and too confused to know what to do. Even years later, I remember the pain in his voice when I talked to him on the phone. Not until Jason did the pain go away. "Did you know he was poz?" "Yeah, I did. He even convinced me to let him infect me." We were silent again, the pot now hitting us both hard. And I was trying to assimilate the news. It changed my perception of Uncle Alan, made him seem even hotter, more of the man I wanted to be. "It bound us together, more than I could have ever expected or understood." His story was making me horny. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust my cock. "And you?" he asked. "Why do you want it?" It was my turn to be quiet. I had to put together my thoughts. "Two reasons. Maybe three now." I picked up the fresh joint, and lit it, taking a long hit. I handed it to Uncle Nate. "And? They are?" he asked, before doing a drag off the joint. "Can I be honest?" I asked. He handed the joint back to me. "Of course," he said, exhaling the pot. "I've just fucked you raw, Greg. I just told you I let Alan infect me. I'm not going to get angry or think less of you now." "I've always fantasized about you and Uncle Alan," I said. I realized I was almost gasping for air. "You guys were my first jerk-off fantasy." Admitting it to Uncle Nate was scarier than I had imagined. I looked at him, looking for any response. "Go on," he said, his face inscrutable. "And once I found that movie, with Uncle Jason, Ben, and yourself." I paused, long enough to take a draw from the joint. I needed all the courage I could get, both real and inhaled. "I wanted to be just like you. Like Jason. And now I know, like Alan. I wanted to have a bit of you inside me. And to have a bit of Alan inside of me as well, well, that's just one more reason." He smiled. "I guess that's two of the three." I nodded. "What's the third?" he asked. I took a swig of beer. I knew the pot wasn't going to be enough, and that I would need some liquid encouragement for the next reason. "This one is darker," I said. "Maybe too dark?" Nate looked at me and smiled. He stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them and ran his hand over his tattoo. "I have this," he said. "That's whats on the outside. You've seen at least one of the movies. Just know my fantasies are even darker than those. You probably can't top me. Yet. So, let's hear it." "I've got four years of college," I said. "I want to see how many guys I can share it with while I'm there. Frat boys. Jocks. Nerds. All of them." "Poz them?" Uncle Nate asked. He took the joint from me and did another hit. "Yeah," I nodded. Uncle Nate sat back down, and adjusted his jock. It was straining against the fabric, and had gotten noticeably harder as we had been talking. "The idea has woken up your cock, Uncle." "Damn, Greg. You're a fucking hot boy, with a dark and twisted mind." He smiled at me, as he took off his tank top. "I'm totally boned at the idea. How many guys have you fucked already?" "Just a few. Maybe six or eight?" I said. I followed Nate's lead, and took off my tank top. I tossed it into a corner. "Hot, twisted, and a good start at being a slutty boy to boot," he said. "And a twisted slut boy like you needs another load in your sweet virgin hole." "You got it, Uncle Nate," I said. I kicked off my flip flops, pulled down my shorts, and jumped onto the bed. The lube and poppers were already in place. Nate pulled his jock off to the side, his hard cock springing free and sticking straight out in front of him. "Don't hold back this time. Hard, deep, intense, and raw," I said. "And I mean hard." Nate jumped on top of me, placing my legs on his shoulders, and his cockhead right against my ass. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held them under my nose. "You'll want these," he said, as I inhaled deeply. After me, he did a hit. I could feel the moist tip of his cock right against my hole. "Please, Uncle Nate," I said, staring into his face. "Nail me. Infect me." He leaned in close, kissing me deep. His cock pushed in, opening me up. As his cock slid into me, I heard him whisper, "I love you Alan." In a single forceful stroke, he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I took a moment to get used to him filling me up again. Then the poppers took over, and I just enjoyed his cock fucking me. As we settled into a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I asked, "Do you miss him?" He was quiet, and slowed down his pounding of my hole. Then, finally, he said, "Every single day." This time, it was Nathan who started to cry, his eyes welling up with tears. "He always liked you. I remember how proud he was of you at your Bar Mitzvah. He'd be so happy of who you've grown into. He would have wanted to be here so much." "He is here," I said. It sounded trite, but it was how I felt. It wasn't just Uncle Nate's cock that was in my ass. I could feel Alan's cock pounding my hole, at least in spirit. I reached around and grabbed Nate's heavy balls. "And especially here." "Let's get that load where it belongs," Nate said, thrusting into me even harder. "Into your tender young hole." He wasn't holding back any longer. He put his full weight into the fuck, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I wanted to slow him down a bit, make him take it easy on my ass. But then he hit a pool of cum buried inside of me, and spread it all over my hole. I was going crazy from the sensations deep inside of me, his deadly sperm was tweaking my mind. Instead of reaching down to hold him back, I reached down and spread my cheeks apart, letting him get in just a magical bit deeper. "Just like that, Uncle Nate," I begged. "Give it to me." I didn't want him to stop, and Nathan clearly didn't want to stop either. He kept on pounding my hole for what seemed like hours, not once letting up or slowing down. I glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for over fifteen minutes. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the relics of the non-stop pounding. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. "On all fours, Greg," he said. I flipped over as fast as I could, arching my back, wanting nothing more than him back in me as soon as possible. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit, right as his cock slid back into me. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand, then reached around and grabbed my cock. I was already hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum for a while. His touch was electric, and I thought I was going to cum right then. "Oh fuck, Uncle, that feels good." My cock got hard at just the sight of a bit of exposed man flesh. I had no defense against a man like Nathan actually stroking my tool. I started to drip pre-cum immediately. "Not too hard," I said. "I don't want to shoot before you've bred me again." "Don't worry boy," Uncle Nate answered. "I've had years of experience keeping horny boys on the edge." With one hand, he continued to stroke my cock, keeping me right at the brink of orgasm. I could only think about two things, first his cock in my hole, and second his hand on my cock. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against his shaft, trying to get him deeper into me. "Right on, Greg," Nathan said, "Fuck yourself on my cock." Nathan kept his other hand on my waist, guiding me onto his cock. Between our efforts, the strokes were deep and forceful. He was ripping me in two, but I didn't care. I loved every second of his assault. I wanted every inch of his powerful tool inside of me. "Please Uncle," I begged, "Cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." I thought for a second. "No, I need your load." "Not quite yet, Greg," he answered. "We've got to plow that virgin hole a little more. Make sure you're good and ready and raw before I shoot my magic sperm in you." He was thrusting in and out hard, poking his cock into me at all different angles. Masterfully, he explored new parts of my body. Under his assault, I was squirming, but it was hard to tell if I was more trying to avoid his cock, or meet it halfway. "I want my seed to have a fertile place to grow." He pulled out his cock once more. "Get on your back again," he said. I flipped over. "I want to see your face when you shoot for me," he said. He didn't even wait for me to get totally comfortable before his cockhead was back in me. It was like being on a spit, slowly spinning around on the axis of Nathan's penis. "I'm right on the edge, Uncle. I can't last much longer," I said. My cock was dribbling pre-cum like crazy, getting it all over my stomach and pubic hair. The one peril of my plan to keep Uncle Nate on edge over the past few days was that he wasn't the only one bursting with sperm. I needed to shoot just as badly, maybe even more. Nathan's dick was hitting all of the right spots, but he was carefully controlling and edging me, making sure I wasn't going to cum until he was ready for me to shoot. "You want another poz load in your boy cunt?" he asked me. His breath was hot and moist against my face, his face right next to mine. "You want Alan's virus inside of you?" "Please, Uncle. Give it to me," I answered. I knew if I felt his cock spurt inside me, I wasn't going to be able to hold off from cumming myself. Even without a fresh load from Uncle Nate in me, I couldn't hold back much longer. "I want it so badly." All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him shoot his load in me. I'd finally be connected to all these men, Uncle Nate, Uncle Jason, Uncle Alan, and all the men inscribed on Nathan's body. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit. I offered them to Nathan. He let me hold them under his nose as he inhaled. When he was done, I did one more hit, then let them fall on the bed beside us. The poppers hit both of us at the same time; Nathan pounded my hole even more forcefully. I was pushing up against him, trying to get as much of his shaft as possible inside of me. "I'm gonna breed you, boy," he said, his cock stiffening. "You going to shoot your clean and pure sperm for your uncle?" "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I can't last much longer." Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock stiffened inside of me. "Fuck Boy! Take it! Take Alan's dirty virus!" I felt his hard cock spurt deep in me, warm jets of thick, fertile semen shooting into my hole. He was jerking my cock hard now, not caring if I got off now. "Let it fertilize you," he said. His dirty talking, together with him stroking my cock was getting me close. "Give it to me, Uncle," I said. It was my last coherent thought as my world narrowed down to two things: my raw ass getting pounded and my cock shooting all over my chest and stomach. Simultaneously, we shot our loads and all either of us could say between frantic, deep kisses were rough, animalistic grunts of pleasure. With each of Nathan's thrusts, his strokes were lubricated by his sperm, each stroke getting smoother and slicker. My own spurts of cum were landing on my shoulders, chest, and then finally on my abs. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down almost together. My cock was just dribbling the last of my sperm, and inside of me, Nathan's shaft was no longer pumping his poz cum into me. "Damn," I said. "I needed that." Nathan surveyed the damage. Large pools of milky white sperm were all over my chest and stomach. inside of me I knew there was a similarly sized pool of sperm. Uncle Nate leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he aimed lower. He licked up the pools of sperm, swallowing them hungrily. "Fuck, boy," he said, his goatee getting sticky and wet with sperm. We were both trying to catch our breath, the intense fuck having tired us out. Uncle Nate slid his cock out of my ass and collapsed next to me. He grabbed me, pulling me close to him. We kissed and I could taste my sperm in his mouth. It took a few more minutes of gasping for air, before I was finally able to talk. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't anything else I needed or wanted to say.