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I found him on BBRT a couple weeks ago. 23, lean and ripped and newly diagnosed poz. A few messages and I was in the car on my way over. I pulled up in front of the building and could feel my blood pounding in my temples. I got out of the car and could hear crickets. Neighbors were watching tv and getting their kids ready for bed. I climbed to the second floor of his apt building and rang the doorbell. I was so tempted to run away. But my cock was stiffening in my pants at the thought of taking his poz load deep up my neg ass. I'm 25 and in good shape, and have been taking it raw now and then for over a year. Nothing like knowing a top is flooding me with his seed. For longer than that I've been jerking off to the idea of getting knocked up by a hot poz-fucker. No idea why it turns me on but it gets me going like nothing else. So the other night was the end of a long journey to pozzed bottom, and this newly diagnosed boy was happy to help. He opened the door and smiled. Wearing only basketball shorts I could already see his semi hard cock hanging down his thigh. We made out on the couch as soon as I got in the door and then we paused. I asked him about his viral load. "Over a million" was his reply. My cock stiffened and my mouth was immediately on his 7 inch beauty. He moaned and stroked the back of my head, then made me stop. "Don't make me cum in your mouth." "That would be a waste" I joked. We stripped down and went to the bedroom. He started rimming my hole and fingering me pretty rough, doing a good job at getting the hole prepped for his dick. Then he did it. I looked deep into his brown eyes and felt the head of his dick, his poz dick, press against my hole. He hadn't used a lot of lube, but he was precumming like crazy. I closed my eyes and took in what was happening. This hot guy just a couple years younger than me was willingly infecting me at my request and we were both loving it. I felt his cock slide all the way in and thought about the virus-charged precum coating the inside of my ass and being absorbed into my blood. I already knew that particles of the virus were finding their way into me. My cock was like granite and bounced up and down as he picked up his pace and fucked me harder and deeper. He plowed me for a good ten minutes, roughing up my hole with his dick. The only sounds were his breathing, my heart pounding in my ears, and the bed sqeaking under his assault. My hole got slicker and slicker from his toxic precum. He mostly kept his eyes locked on mine and I kept mine locked on his, enjoying the fuck and imagining the massive amount of HIV coursing through his blood, into his precum, and into me. Finally, he got a wicked grin and said, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." "Fuck yeah, infect me" I urged him. I couldn't believe the words left my mouth or the smile that overtook me when I said it. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, and grunted quietly as his cock started to inject his massive viral deposit deep into my guts. He shot what must have been a multi-day load up in there, and I came instantly knowing that billions of particles of HIV were exploding into my body through his dick. He fucked it in deeper, then just lay there with his semi hard cock plugging my hole. When he went a little softer and we just laid there panting, I felt some cum trickle back out, and I wiped it up with my finger and looked at it, mesmerized. "Wow that was fucking hot" was all I could say. "Fuck yeah" he panted. "Do it again." His wicked grin came back and he fucked me again, shooting another viral deposit deep inside me. By the time the night was done, he had put his HIV-laced cum into my ass three times. When I left, he told me to keep in touch. And I will. Tonight, I have swollen lymph nodes and a low-grade fever. I had massive flu-like symptoms for a couple days earlier in the week. In my bones, I know his attempt took and massive stores of the virus are pumping through my veins and in my dick. So we're chatting on BBRT right now. And he's getting a 24-yo neg bottom over there for us to share. I won't be lying when I tell him my last HIV test was just a couple weeks ago, and I'll be the one taking my new friend's cum one more time. Just in case we need to try again.

The air in The Megaplex was thick and heavy, a humid soup of sweat, disinfectant, and the sharp, metallic tang of poppers. For Leo, a nineteen-year-old who still felt like a boy playing dress-up in his tight tank top and jeans, it was overwhelming. He’d come seeking something, a validation he couldn’t name, a thrill to pierce the gray fog of his suburban life. Providence’s infamous sex club was a labyrinth of dark hallways, moans echoing behind closed doors, and the rhythmic thud of a distant bass line that seemed to match the frantic pulse in his chest. He’d found a small, private room—little more than a cubicle with a vinyl mattress on the floor—and claimed it as his own. Exhausted from the sensory overload and the anxiety of being watched, he lay down, meaning to rest for just a moment. The low hum of the club’s ventilation system was a lullaby, and he drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. He was jolted awake not by a sound, but by a weight. A heavy body was on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. A rough, calloused hand clamped over his mouth, stifling his instinctive cry. Panic, cold and sharp, flooded his veins. His eyes, wide in the gloom, could barely make out the silhouette of a man—a large, muscular frame, a shaved head, the glint of a silver ring in his ear. “Shhh,” a low voice growled, hot and sour against his ear. “Just take it.” Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He struggled, but the man’s weight was immense, an anchor holding him down. The hand over his mouth was removed, but before he could draw a breath to scream, a small glass bottle was pressed under his nose. “Breathe in, boy. Deep.” The chemical rush was instantaneous, a dizzying wave that made his head spin and his muscles relax against his will. The room swam in a kaleidoscope of colors. His fear was still there, but it was muted, distant, like watching a disaster unfold on television. He felt his jeans being yanked down, the cool air a shock against his exposed skin. Then, the pressure of something hard and insistent against his hole. The man grunted, working himself inside. It was a brutal, aggressive entry, forcing a pained gasp from Leo’s lips. The man stopped, buried deep within him, and leaned close again. “Got a choice for you, kid,” he rasped, his voice a cruel vibration in Leo’s ear. He gestured with his head toward the door. “See that? I can leave it open. Let everyone walking by see what a good little slut you are, taking it. If I do that, I’ll use a rubber. Your choice.” He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. “Or… I can close the door. Give us some privacy. Just you and me. But if I do that, I’m going in raw. Bareback. So what’s it gonna be? Show the world what you are, or keep it just between us?” Tears welled in Leo’s eyes, blurring the already dim room. The thought of being on display, a spectacle for the anonymous men shuffling past, was a humiliation that made his stomach turn. To be seen in this moment of violation, this complete loss of control, was a fate worse than the act itself. The shame of it would be permanent. He squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear tracing a path through the grime on his cheek. “Closed,” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “Close the door.” A low, triumphant chuckle was his only answer. The man shifted, and Leo heard the definitive click of the lock sliding into place. The small room was now a sealed tomb. The man began to move, his thrusts hard and punishing. There was no pretense of pleasure, no connection—only a primal, selfish taking. The poppers had worn off, and every sensation was sharp and raw. The friction, the burn, the feeling of being utterly filled and used. Leo didn’t fight anymore. He lay there, a passive vessel for the man’s aggression. He turned his face into the vinyl mattress and cried, silent, heaving sobs that wracked his small frame. He had made his choice. He had chosen the private violation over the public one, the secret poison over the known shame. And as he gave up his ass, he felt a part of himself break away, leaving behind nothing but an empty, aching void. 0%

The afternoon sun was already dipping behind the rooftops, casting long shadows across the suburban street where Leo made his paper route. At eighteen, he was lean and coltish, all nervous energy and a fresh-faced innocence that hadn't yet been tarnished by the world. Mr. Henderson’s house was the last on his route, a stately two-story at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. The man who lived there was an enigma—handsome, impeccably dressed, and always watching Leo with an intensity that made the boy’s skin prickle with a confusing mix of fear and fascination. Today, Mr. Henderson was waiting on his porch. "Leo," he called, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "Come here for a moment. I have something for you, for all your hard work." Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He approached cautiously, the heavy canvas bag slung over his shoulder. Mr. Henderson smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "It's inside. Much cooler." Hesitantly, Leo followed him into the cool, dimly lit house. The air smelled of old books, expensive cologne, and something else… something metallic and clean. Instead of the living room, Mr. Henderson led him toward a door in the kitchen, one that Leo had never noticed before. It was a heavy, steel door, incongruous with the rest of the home. "I have a special collection downstairs," Mr. Henderson murmured, his hand resting on the small of Leo’s back, a touch that was both proprietary and electric. "I think you'll appreciate it." The basement was not what Leo expected. It wasn't a storage area for forgotten boxes and old furniture. It was a dungeon. The walls were painted a deep, matte black, the floor was polished concrete, and the space was meticulously arranged with equipment Leo had only ever seen in whispered online searches: a St. Andrew's cross, a padded sawhorse, chains hanging from the ceiling, and a wall lined with whips, paddles, and gleaming metal implements. In one corner, a series of professional-looking cameras were mounted on tripods, their red recording lights glowing like malevolent eyes. A wave of vertigo washed over Leo. He should run. He knew he should run. But his feet were rooted to the spot, a strange, potent cocktail of terror and a dark, thrilling curiosity holding him captive. "I see you understand," Mr. Henderson’s voice was a silken whisper against his ear. "You feel it, don't you? The pull. The need to let go." Strong hands guided Leo toward the center of the room. He didn't resist. His mind was screaming, but his body was pliant, betraying him. Mr. Henderson was methodical, his movements precise as he undressed Leo, folding the boy’s clothes neatly and placing them on a bench. Leo stood naked and trembling, his pale skin stark against the darkness of the room. "You're exquisite," Mr. Henderson breathed, his gaze raking over Leo’s body. He fastened a soft leather collar around Leo’s neck, attaching a thin leash. The symbolism was not lost on Leo; a final, shivering point of no return. He was positioned over the padded sawhorse, his wrists and ankles secured with soft leather cuffs. The position was vulnerable, humiliating, and deeply, undeniably arousing. His cock, half-hard with fear and adrenaline, was trapped against the rough leather of the horse. Mr. Henderson moved behind him. "This is your gift, Leo. Your true beginning. And we will share it with those who can appreciate true art." A cool, slick finger probed at Leo’s tight entrance, and he gasped, his body tensing. "Shhh, relax," the voice soothed. "Let me in." The preparation was thorough, stretching and lubing him until he was loose and open, aching with a need he couldn't comprehend. The cameras whirred softly, capturing every twitch, every shudder, every bead of sweat that traced a path down his spine. Then, he felt it. The blunt, hot pressure of Mr. Henderson’s bare cock against his hole. There was no barrier. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. With a firm, steady push, Mr. Henderson breached him. A sharp cry tore from Leo’s throat. It was a searing, intense burn, an overwhelming fullness that stole his breath. There was pain, yes, but beneath it was a current of dark pleasure that bloomed from his core, spreading through his veins like wildfire. Mr. Henderson began to move, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that claimed Leo completely. Each thrust was a statement of ownership, a branding of the boy's very soul. The pain began to melt away, replaced by a profound, electrifying pleasure that made Leo’s toes curl. He was lost. The world narrowed to the sensation of being filled, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the low grunts of the man behind him, and the ever-present hum of the cameras. His own cock was trapped and throbbing, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the horse. Mr. Henderson reached around, his strong grip closing around Leo’s shaft. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. "Show them." A few rough strokes were all it took. Leo’s orgasm ripped through him with the force of a tidal wave, a blinding, all-consuming pleasure that left him shaking and sobbing, his release spilling over the older man’s hand. As his body convulsed, he felt Mr. Henderson stiffen, a deep groan echoing in the room as a flood of heat erupted deep inside him, marking him from the inside out. Leo collapsed against the sawhorse, boneless and spent. For a moment, there was only the sound of his own ragged breathing and the soft click of the cameras being turned off. He felt… changed. Purified and defiled in the same breath. Mr. Henderson withdrew slowly, and Leo felt an odd sense of loss at the emptiness. He heard the man zip up his pants, the sound unnervingly casual. He expected to be untied, to be allowed to get dressed and leave this strange, transformative world behind. Instead, he heard the heavy steel door at the top of the stairs creak open. Footsteps. Not one set, but several, descending the wooden steps with a heavy, deliberate tread. Leo twisted his head, his heart lurching into his throat as he saw them. A line of men. At least half a dozen, all naked, all erect, their eyes fixed on him with a raw, predatory hunger. They were different ages and body types, but they all shared the same look of dark anticipation. Mr. Henderson’s hand came to rest on Leo’s head, a possessive, almost gentle gesture. "You were a star, my boy," he said, his voice laced with a chilling satisfaction. "The paying audience loved your performance. And now, they want their turn to be part of the show." Leo’s blood ran cold. Paying guests. The cameras. It hadn't just been recorded; it had been broadcast live. One of the men on the stairs, a wiry man with cruel eyes and a menacing smirk, spoke up. "We've all paid for the privilege, Henderson. We were promised the main event." He stepped down, his gaze raking over Leo’s exposed, used body. "I've been saving my load for a fresh one like this. Can't wait to knock him up." Another man chimed in, his voice a low growl. "Yeah, give him the gift. Make him one of us." The horrifying words crashed over Leo. Infect. Knock him up. The gift. HIV. The realization struck him like a physical blow, a terror so profound it eclipsed everything that had come before. He wasn't just a performer; he was a sacrifice. His deflowering had been the appetizer, and he was the main course for a feast of infection. He struggled against his restraints, a renewed panic giving him strength, but the leather held fast. His pleas were muffled by the gag he hadn't even realized Mr. Henderson had fastened. The first man reached the bottom of the stairs, his cock jutting obscenely before him. He ran a hand over Leo’s exposed flank, his touch like a brand. "Don't worry, kid," he leered. "By the time we're all done with you, you'll be a true brother of the night. You'll carry all of us inside you, forever." The line of men began to move down the stairs, their shadows falling over him, their promises of poison a chorus of damnation in the silent, black dungeon. Leo closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a path through the sweat and grime on his cheek, as the first of many took his position behind him. The night was young. 1%

I thought about going to the Professor's place but decided not too. I work with him and it would be weird I thought. But then again I thought of all the flirting moments especially the time at the department meeting. I paused and felt I need to hold back. As I thought about all the moments, I actually fell asleep. I woke up and it was 1:45pm and it was hot. I look down and my cock was hard. I got up and used the bathroom. I texted my friends and all had plans for the day and evening. Some wanted to go back to the bars we went to last night and I wasn't up for that again. I decided to take a shower and wake up. It was now 2:30pm and I finally decided to go for a swim at the Professor's place. I texted him that I was going to stop by for a swim. He texted back that he wasn't home and go ahead. I went into to the bedroom to change. I put on my new regular swimsuit. As I looked at myself I looked hot and it covered up things well. I paused then took it off. I pulled out the old smaller one and put it on. It covered less on both the front and back side. My cheeks hung out and on the front it really showed my thighs and it hung low on my waist. I decided to got with this. Then I put on my short running shorts and my running shirt. I drove over to his place which was about 20 minutes away on the other side of town. It was an small house with a fence around it. I went to the gate entered the number and went in. The yard was small but the pool was a decent size enough to do a lap. I put on sunscreen, my goggles and jumped in. It was hot so the water felt good. I got into a good rhythm and while the pool wasn't that long I got in a few strokes before turning back off the wall. After around 5 laps I saw a figure standing at the end of the pool. I stopped and looked up, it was Professor Post. "Hello, I am glad you decided to come and take me up on my offer" he said standing there "Thank you for offering it feels great to swim especially since its so hot" I said I looked up at him and he was in a tight white bikini. I could see his thick cock in the outline. The fabric shimmered a bit. He saw me look. "You like what you see" he said I just smiled and nodded. "I brought some food to snack on if you want" he said "I would love some" I said. As I climbed out of the pool I could see him look me over and devour me with his eyes. He knew I noticed. "Sorry for staring . You just look amazing in that swimsuit. It's very nice" he said "Thank you, I am glad you like it. I was actually going to wear another one that was bigger but I chose this one" I said. I don't know why I said that, maybe just nervous. "I am glad you did he said" handing me my towel and I could see his cock was hard and pushing out of his swimsuit. "You like mine too" he asked "Yes it looks very nice. The fabric shines" I said "Yes it does its very comfortable and feels smooth and silky" he said "yes it does" I said and I don't know what got into me but I reached out to touch the fabric. I didn't touch the area over his cock but the side. It felt smooth and silky. "You are right" I said rubbing his swimsuit. He softly grabbed my hand and led it over the front of the bikini going over his hard cock. "There you truly get a feel for the fabric" he said I could feel his cock pulsing as my hand went over it. "Lets go grab some food" he said holding my hand. He led me over to the pool lounging chairs. "I brought a bottle of wine for you as a gift for letting me come over and swim" I said "You didn't have to. That's sweet. Let's open it" he said He got some glasses and opened the bottle and we cheers and started to drink. We ate the cheese and cold cuts he had brought out. We talked about our background. I shared mine and he talked about his. He moved here about 10 years ago from Chicago after a breakup with his partner. He said he was gay and he just been single dating some guys but nothing serious. He asked if I had a gf. I told him not right now that we broke up. "Sorry to hear that, what happened" he asked I paused. "Sorry dont' feel like you have to answer me. Its okay." he said "No I think I should start talking about it" I said "I had a gf but we broke up as I started to have sex with a man" I said His face remained calm and understanding. "Was he your first man you had sex with?" he asked "Yes" I said I explained I had a couple of bj and hand job experiences in high school but no real sex. "What made you have sex with this man" he asked. He poured me another glass of wine. I explained it wasn't one thing. It was several interactions and being with him that made me feel relaxed and close to him and also never experiencing sex with a man and how much pleasure that can be. "Me too. I had gf and was even engaged. But had this older guy who I had sex with a few times and also showed me about male intimacy and pleasure" he said He told me he broke up with his fiancée and then started to date guys. His first was the older guy he had first sex with then other men. Then the latest was his last partner who was in his late 20's. "Wow lucky guy" I said "Ha ha thank you. Yes he was but we just didn't fit after a while. He also found someone else. It was fine." he said "So you and this man a couple?' he asked I paused "No not really. He is just helping me explore and guide me" I said. I looked over at him and saw cock hard. "it sure is a nice day" I said breaking up the conversation. He laughed yes it is. "We should get a nice tan today" he said "Yes we should. Can you put sunscreen on my back please" I said sitting up and facing my back to him. He sprayed and rubbed it in and then went right below my waist line. I was surprised but let him do it. "Why don't you lie down on your stomach" he said. I lay down on my stomach and he sprayed it again and rubbed me down. It felt good. He had strong hands. I let out a sigh. "Just relax" he said He went down again on my lower back and pulled down my bikini a few inches and rubbed in sunscreen. He pulled it back up hard creating almost a thong like feeling and then sprayed on my exposed butt cheeks. He rubbed it in and I let out a soft moan. He kept working my cheeks then sprayed on my thighs and legs. He worked my thighs and calves and then on his way back up my leg he took the inside and rubbed the inside of my thigh. I let out a moan. He did that several more times on each side. I heard him rustle and then felt his sit on my ass and thighs. OMG I felt his hard cock on my ass. He leaned down and lie on me. "I think we know we both found each other attractive. I couldn't help notice you liking my cycling shorts and checking out my cock. Or smelling my scent. I find you very attractive especially when you wear those short booty shorts and show off your fine ass and legs. Even that day it looked like you had cum leaking out of you. Yes I noticed it and went back to your chair and found cum on your desk seat. It tasted very good" he said whispering in my ear. My cock was hard and so was his. He kissed my ear and I turned back and we kissed. He pulled back and pulled down my bikini. I helped and then got back on all fours. Then I felt him spread my cheeks and then he dove in. I let out a loud moan as he started to eat my ass out. I pushed back on his mouth feeling his tongue, his teeth biting my and his scruffle on my cheeks. "Hmmm I know your pussy would taste sweet" he said going back and eating me out. All I could do is moan. He ate me out for a good five minutes. He really pushed his tongue deep in me then started to use his finger. I winced as I could feel his fingernails scrape me but moaned as he ate me out and alternated. Then I felt 2 then 3 fingers really stretching me. He was massaging me deep and going after my prostate. My head fell and I just moaned and could see precum leaking from my cock. Then he took my cock and placed it my mouth. It was huge. I started to suck and lick the head. The metal ring looked fatter then I saw it. I sucked him and it was difficult not to have it bang against my teeth. After he pushed my on my back. I spread my legs automatically and he lifted them on his shoulders. "I think we have both wanted this for a long time" he said pulling lube out of his beach bag and rubbing it on his cock. I nodded and tried to push my ass back on his head. "Easy boy let's take it slow" he said pushing his cock head in me. I winced. It hurt. Not only was he thick but that metal ring took a bit to get in. He finally got his head in and I yelled. He covered my mouth with a kiss and our tongues dueled. He kept his cock there and then slowly started to push in. He was huge and that ring made it more intense. I could feel it rub against the inner all and stretch my hole. He pushed slowly taking his time. We kissed and he would suck on my nipples which made me moan more. When he pushed deeper he would bit my nipples helping with the pain and he sank deeper in. Each inch I could feel that ring in my gutt. I had never felt anything so intense before in me. Then I felt him at the other place deep in me like another hole. "Ohhh Dan you feel so good. Your pussy is so sweet" he said kissing me "Ughhhh your cock is so huge and that ring is wrecking me" I moaned back "Yeah you like it don't you? I saw you stare at it all the time. I want it in you don't you" he said pushing deeper I didn't answer. He stopped and slowly pulled his cock back to the entrance but keeping the head in. "Yes I did. I wonder what your cock would feel like in me. It's so huge and gorgeous and that ring. I never felt anything like that before and I wanted to try it" I said moaning and trying to push my ass back on his cock. "And you want me in you?" he asked holding his cock there "Yes please fuck me. Please" I begged With that he pushed forward and pushed his cock into me breaking that other hole in me. My eyes popped out of my socket as I yelled. The pain was intense as his cock and that ring rammed though that deeper hole in me. Once all the way in me he was buried in me. I could feel the ring and his cock stretch my hole. "Ohh fuck I never thought your pussy would be this tight and good. Its milking me right now. Oh Dan" he said as he started to fuck me He kept a good pace of short strokes wrecking my prostate and make me moan loudly begging to fuck me. And then deep strokes ramming into my second hole. "Fuck your deep pussy is so tight your send cunt hole is juicy" he said as he was fucking me I just moaned and let go and let him take me . His cock and that ring were wrecking me and stretching me in every way. I started to feel his cock expand. "Fuck I'm close tell me where you want my load" he said "Cum in me please" he said "I am sorry I forgot to mention I am HIV positive" he said slowing down his fucking My mind snapped "I don't care fuck me please cum in me I want your load in me please" I said moaning and begging He had a surprised look and just started ramming into me. My eyes fell back in my head and I moaned and panted pushing my ass back on his cock. The finally I felt him spasm and shoot deep in me. "Ahhhh here my POZ load cums" yelled I felt spurts of his hot cum hit my inside. I also started to cum hands free shooting all over me and him. He shot 7-8 spurts of cum in me. He kept fucking me and I kept oozing cum out of my cock especially went he pushed on my prostate. Finally he slowed down and leaned in and we kissed like that for what seemed like hours. Ohhh this was wonderful I thought.

Hey everyone — time for the next part! Mark is back, and this time Stefan, his brother-in-arms, stands beside him as they move to seal the deal. I can’t wait to hear what you think. Thanks so much for sticking with the story! Part 15: The Two-Headed God The elevator doors slide open, and the scent of the corridor hits you first—that sterile, lemony cleaner smell that always promises something dirty is about to happen. Your heart isn't just pounding; it's a frantic drum against your ribs, a primal beat of pure, unadulterated need. Room 714. You've been staring at that number on your phone for two weeks, tracing the digits with your thumb while you jacked off, imagining this exact moment. Now you're here, your cock already a hard, heavy line in your jeans, about to meet the two men who are going to poison you. This isn't something that's happening to you. This is something you're choosing. Every step down this corridor is a conscious decision to walk toward the fire, to finally feel the heat you've been chasing for months. You knock. The sound is loud, final. The door opens and your world shrinks to the man standing there. Mark. It's not just seeing him; it's a physical blow, a wave of pure emotion that almost buckles your knees. The air rushes from your lungs. All the weeks of waiting, of fantasizing, of aching for him — it all collapses into this single, overwhelming moment. He's shirtless, and your eyes drink him in like a man dying of thirst. That darkly-haired chest, the landscape of muscle and thick, wiry hair you've been dreaming of touching, is right here. He's wearing grey sweatpants, and the thought that he might be commando underneath, that his potent cock is just inches away from being free, sends a jolt of pure electricity through you. His bare feet on the carpet, the casual, domestic intimacy of it all — it's everything you've craved. This isn't just lust; it's a profound, aching sense of coming home. Your balls tighten with a desperate, possessive need, and all you want is to fall into his arms and never leave. He doesn't give you time to say a word. He grabs you by the front of your shirt, pulls you inside, and slams the door shut behind you. His mouth is on yours instantly, a hungry, possessive kiss that tastes of him — just him, that familiar, intoxicating flavor you've been craving for weeks. You've been starving for this, and you can feel he has, too. His hands are everywhere, gripping your ass, pulling your hips against his so you can feel how hard he is. "Great to see you! Fuck, I've missed this," he growls against your lips. "Missed you." When you finally break apart, gasping, you see him. Stefan. He's on the sofa, and even sitting down, his presence fills the room. Your eyes are first drawn to his face. His blonde hair is styled neatly, with a slight wave that softens his strong jawline and warm, expressive blue eyes. He looks like a man at ease — relaxed yet alert, powerful yet approachable. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips, as if he can read every filthy thought running through your head. Your gaze travels down, over the simple white tank top that exposes his broad, muscular shoulders, the material stretched tight across his well-defined chest. It's so thin you can't miss the glint of fat nipple piercings — not typical straight barbells, but big chunky rings that highlight his prominent, pinky-sized nipples, a testament to years of heavy tit play. Then, you allow yourself to look lower, to the powerful, muscular legs exposed by his silky white boxer shorts. But it's the heavy, distinct bulge in the front that makes your breath catch. The fabric is tight enough to promise a formidable weapon even at rest. As you watch, mesmerized, you see it — a slow, thick pulse. A single, powerful beat of his heart making his heavy cock throb against the thin silk. It's a silent, arrogant display of potency. You can't see the scorpion tattoo yet, but you know it's there, coiled and ready at the base of that impressive shaft, a promise of the power he's about to share with you. Every inch of him screams that he is a man who knows exactly how to use the weapon he carries. He rises with an easy grace and crosses the room toward you. His face breaks into a warm, genuine smile, and when he reaches you, he pulls you into a firm, welcoming hug. His strong arms wrap around you, and you feel the hard warmth of his chest against yours, those chunky nipple rings pressing into your skin through the thin fabric. But it's not just his chest you feel. Lower, unmistakable, the heavy weight of his cock presses against your thigh, thick and warm even through the silk of his boxers. It's not predatory. It's not sizing you up. It's the embrace of a brother welcoming you home. "Finally," he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble that you feel in your chest. "Mark hasn't shut up about you for weeks. I feel like I already know you." He holds the embrace a moment longer, his lips brushing your ear as he adds a whisper meant only for you. "Wanna feel my scorpion sting you from the inside. Poison you for life." As he says it, you feel his bulge give a slow, powerful throb against your thigh, a silent, filthy confirmation of his words. Then he pulls back, his hands still on your shoulders, his blue eyes warm and sincere. "Welcome. Truly." You feel it instantly—the same ease, the same connection you feel with Mark. There's no awkwardness, no jealousy, no competition. Just filthy warmth. These two men are a unit, and they're opening that unit to include you. "He's been excited," Stefan adds with a knowing grin. He gestures toward Mark's sweatpants, and your eyes follow. There, at the front, is a dark, wet stain spreading across the soft fabric. Mark's cock is now visibly hard, tenting the material, and it's been leaking so much precum that it's soaked through. "We've both been saving up for you. Haven't cum in days. Our balls are fucking aching." Mark doesn't look embarrassed. He looks proud. He palms his wet bulge and grins at you. "All for you. Been saving up every last drop. My viral load's been climbing. Fucking potent right now." "Let's get you comfortable," Mark murmurs into your ear, his breath hot. His hands move to your jacket, and then your shirt, pulling them off. Stefan's hands go to your jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper. They work in tandem, a seamless, silent team, stripping you down until you're standing in just your underwear, a black v-neck t-shirt with matching black underpants, your skin tingling, your cock straining against the fabric. Then they guide you to the sofa. The heat in the room is a palpable thing, a warm, living presence that seems to radiate from their bodies. They sit first, and Mark pulls you down between them. You sink into the soft cushions, and immediately you're enveloped. Mark's muscular arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you tight against his bare, hairy chest. You can feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against your back. Stefan scoots close on your other side, his thigh pressed firmly against yours. It doesn't feel like being trapped. It feels like being held. Like being home. The room is cozy, lived-in. A bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table with three empty glasses, and the faint, sweet smell of cannabis hangs in the air. Mark picks up the bottle and pours three generous measures, the amber liquid catching the warm lamplight. He hands you a glass, and you take a sip. The whiskey is smooth and peaty, with a hint of smoke that reminds you of campfires, of late nights with close friends, of secrets shared in the dark. It tastes like trust. Like belonging. Mark picks up a joint and lights it, taking a deep drag before passing it to you. You inhale, the sweet smoke filling your lungs, and the buzz starts to creep in, loosening your muscles, quieting the noise in your head. You pass it to Stefan, your fingers brushing, and he takes a long, slow pull, his blue eyes crinkling with a smile. "To us," Mark says simply, raising his glass. His free hand finds yours, squeezing gently. "To our shared poison," Stefan adds, his voice a low, warm rumble, his eyes locking with yours. "To the gift," Mark corrects with a grin. You raise your own glass, and for the first time in longer than you can remember, you feel like you're exactly where you're supposed to be. "To the gift," you say, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. The clink of glasses is the only sound needed. The words hang in the air for a moment, and then the silence returns, filled with a new, thicker kind of electricity. The talking is over. But beneath the words, there's a current of electricity. It starts with Stefan's fingers tracing a prominent vein on your inner thigh, each hair he is touching giving you goosebumps of excitement, a slow, deliberate path upwards that makes your breath hitch. At the same time, Mark's hand slides under your t-shirt to your chest, his fingers combing through the hair there, his thumb circling your nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. A sharp bolt of pleasure shoots directly to your cock, and you feel a sudden, warm wetness as you leak precum into your underwear. Emboldened, you reach across, your own fingers exploring Stefan’s tight stomach, feeling a solid six-pack beneath the thin fabric of his tank top. You brush against the hard metal of his chunky nipple rings, teasing them just as Mark's teasing you. A low groan rumbles in his chest and you feel it—the heavy bulge in his shorts gives a powerful, answering throb. You lock eyes with him, a deep, silent acknowledgment of the power you all hold over each other. Stefan's gaze drops from yours, down to your crotch. He sees the dark, damp spot spreading on the front of your black underwear. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips. He moves his hand from your thigh, his finger pressing directly over the wet fabric, feeling the heat of your leak. He holds your gaze as he brings his finger up, glistening with a smear of your precum, and extends it toward Mark. Mark leans in, his eyes never leaving yours. He first takes in the smell of your cum, then takes Stefan's finger into his mouth, sucking your precum off with a soft, possessive hum. Stefan's eyes twinkle with devilish delight as he pulls his hand back. "I think he's ready for our treat," he murmurs, his voice a low, conspiratorial rumble. "Time for show and tell." Mark stands, and with a deliberate, almost ceremonial slowness, he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his neatly trimmed dark pubes and the top of his cock, which is straining to break free. He takes your hand and guides it down, pressing your fingers into the wiry hair at the base of his shaft. "Feel it," he murmurs. You explore the warm skin with your fingertips, and then you feel it—a slight, raised texture. You lean in closer, your breath catching. There, almost invisible unless you're touching it, is a small, black biohazard symbol. It's not a loud, proud brand meant for the world to see. It's a secret, a quiet affirmation, the lines still sharp and dark against his skin. It's a testament. A declaration. He went from shame to pride, and this is the proof — worn not on his sleeve, but in the most intimate place he has, a promise made only to himself and to the men he shares this with. Visible only to those who are close enough, willing enough, deserving enough to know. "My new testament," Mark says, his voice soft with emotion. "I got it last month. For me. For us. For what we are." Stefan rises next. He grabs the hem of his white tank top and peels it off over his head in one smooth, powerful motion, tossing it aside. The movement reveals his broad, muscular chest covered in a thick golden fur and the impressive nipple rings. He turns slightly, giving you a profile view, but his eyes are locked on yours. "This one," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "you have to feel in motion." He takes your hand—not gently, like Mark did, but with a firm, possessive grip—and places it directly on his hip, over the large, bold scorpion. The black ink is stark against his warm skin. He then uses his own hand to guide yours, forcing your fingers to trace the thick, raised lines of its body. He makes you follow the curve of its tail, an unmistakable arrow pointing downward. "Mark told you about my stinger, didn't he?" he murmurs, a wicked glint in his eyes. He guides your hand all the way across his six-pack, down his trimmed pubes, pressing your palm flat against the heavy, throbbing bulge in his shorts. "Feel that? That's the power behind the poison." He releases your hand, but you keep it there, mesmerized by the heat and the pulse. He taps the tip of the scorpion's tail, right where your hand rests. "Got it the year I was diagnosed. It's been pointing the way for every toxic load I've ever given. And tonight..." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "...it's pointing right at you." They both look at you. It's your turn. But you don't move. Stefan does. He closes the distance between you, his eyes holding yours. He doesn't kneel; he just squats slightly, his hands hooking into the waistband of your black underwear, pulling them down in one slow, deliberate motion. Your cock springs free, semi-hard from the charged atmosphere. And there, glinting in the warm light, is your heavy stainless-steel Prince Albert. A thick, 00-gauge circular barbell, the weight of it pulling your cockhead down slightly, the metal warm from your body heat. Stefan reaches out, not to touch the metal, but to cup the weight of your cockhead in his palm, feeling the heft of it. "Fuck," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine awe. "That's some serious metal." "My testament," you say, your voice steadier than you expected. "I got it years ago. It's always felt like a mark of who I am. Who I want to be." Mark moves behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his chin on your shoulder. He reaches around, his own fingers tracing the warm metal ring, a reverent touch. "I've always wanted to feel one of these from the inside," he growls softly in your ear. "Maybe next time. Because tonight... tonight is all about us breeding you." Stefan's gaze is intense, analytical. He uses his thumb to gently flick the heavy barbell, watching your cockhead bob in response. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. "It's the perfect tool for breeding," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. "That heavy ring is solid steel — harder than any cock. When fucking, it'll clap against the bottom's prostate with every thrust, milking him from the inside, sending him into heaven while at the same time causing some serious damage. Ripping you open so the poison takes hold for good." The image is so potent, so filthy, that a fresh bead of precum wells up at your tip, gathering on the steel. Stefan looks from your cock, up to your eyes, and while looking over to Mark, licks it off with his tongue. A new kind of intensity crosses his face, a decision being made in real time. "I'm getting one," he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. It's not a question. It's a declaration. "To match these." He flicks one of his own chunky nipple rings, making a soft tink against the metal. "We'll all have steel. A matching set. A triad of toxicity." Mark's eyes light up, tightening his arm around you from behind. "Fuck yes," he growls, his voice thick with emotion. "Us. Forged in steel." Stefan releases your cock and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag. Inside are three home HIV test kits. Your stomach flips. "But first," Stefan says, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, "a ritual. We need to know where we all stand." He hands out the kits, and the three of you sit back down on the sofa, side by side, performing the tests together. The prick of the lancet, the drop of blood. Nobody speaks. The only sound is breathing. The silence is thick as the liquid creeps across the test strips. Stefan's result comes first. Two lines. Bold, prominent, undeniable. He holds it up, and you feel a jolt go through you — not of surprise, but of finality. This is real. All the talk, the bravado, the stories of him being a potent giftgiver... it wasn't just a fantasy. He wasn't just bragging. Here is the proof. Mark's is next. Two lines. Just as clear, just as strong. You've seen his before, but seeing it again now, next to Stefan's, feels like watching two pillars of a new world being erected. And then yours. You stare at the strip, praying for a second line to appear. But there's only one. A single, stark, mocking line. Still negative. Still on the outside looking in. The disappointment is a familiar, bitter taste in your mouth, a knot of failure in your gut. You've tried so many times, and still nothing. Your body is a fortress, its gates locked tight, and you hate it. Stefan takes your test strip from your trembling hand. He holds it up next to his and Mark's, the contrast stark and undeniable. Two bold, confident lines on theirs. One lonely, pathetic line on yours. Black and white. Poz and neg. The evidence of your separation, displayed for all to see. A stark reminder that you are the one who is still empty. Stefan leans closer, his blue eyes boring into yours. Mark pulls you back into his arms, his warm palm on your chest, holding you in place. "You can still walk away," Stefan says, his voice a low, intense whisper. "Right now. Go home, stay negative. Live your normal life. No one will judge you." He pauses, letting the words sink in. "Are you really sure you want to move on?" Your heart hammers against Mark's palm. You look from Stefan's piercing eyes to the torn pieces of your test strip on the floor. "Yes," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm sure." "This isn't a game," Mark murmurs into your ear, his breath hot. "What we're about to do... it changes you on a cellular level. It rewires you. The second line – once it is there, it will never disappear. There's no undoing it. Ever. Are you ready to be poz for life?" The finality in his voice makes your cock throb. "Yes," you say, louder this time. "I'm so ready." Stefan's gaze doesn't waver. He holds your eyes captive. "Once you take our seed, you take our strain. You become part of us. Our brother. You'll carry this with you forever. Is that what you want? To be ours?" "Yes," you breathe, the word filled with a desperate, aching need. "I want to be yours." Instead of pulling back, they both press in closer. Stefan's hands grip your thighs, while Mark's arms tighten around your chest, trapping you between their bodies. Stefan's intense expression softens into one of knowing, predatory understanding. "We knew you would answer like that," he says, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "We knew you would commit. You've already gone too far. You've felt the thrill too many times. "It starts with the thrill of a stranger's raw cock in your ass, doesn't it? That moment of surrender where you throw away the condom and feel his skin against yours, every thrust a gamble. You're not just getting fucked; you're playing Russian roulette with your own blood, wondering if this is the one, if his load is the winning ticket. "Then it evolves. It's no longer enough to just risk it. You start actively seeking the poison. The thrill of taking a poz load and feeling it burn inside you, that warm, toxic heat spreading through you, marking you from the inside. You lie awake at night replaying it, your hand on your hole, trying to feel the ghost of his cum still inside you, praying it took hold. "And the obsession consumes you. The thrill of jerking off for weeks afterward, not just to the memory, but to the symptoms. Every little cough, every fever, every swollen gland becomes a sign, a miracle. You're not just praying to get sick anymore; you're worshipping the virus as your new god. You're praying for the conversion flu, for the moment your body finally surrenders and is reborn. There's no going back to safe sex for you anymore. This isn't a choice; it's an inevitability. You are more than ready. You're already one of us in your head. We're just here to make it official." A slow, warm smile transforms his face. He nods, a gesture of profound welcome. "Good," he says. "Then let's get started." They guide you to the bed, and the atmosphere shifts from ritual to something rawer, more primal. You're already naked from the reveal, your skin prickling with anticipation. Mark sheds his sweatpants, freeing his hard cock —t hick and veined, the familiar weapon you've dreamed about for weeks. Stefan strips off his shorts, his massive cock springing free, and settles at the edge of the bed. He wraps his fist around the thick shaft and strokes slowly, his gaze never leaving you, watching you like a gift he's about to share. Mark lays you down on the soft sheets and positions himself between your legs. He reaches for the lube on the nightstand and slicks himself up, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've been thinking about this," he murmurs, positioning the head of his cock against your hole. He doesn't push. Not yet. He just rests there, the hot, spongy tip kissing your entrance. You feel a warm slickness begin to spread—his precum, leaking steadily onto your vulnerable skin. "Feel that?" Mark whispers, his voice thick with lust. "That's my precum. Already toxic. Already soaking into that thin skin around your hole. My poison is touching you right now, seeping in before I even start fucking you." He circles his hips gently, smearing more of his slick fluid around your opening. The sensation is maddening — so close, but not yet inside. "One last time," he says, his eyes searching yours. "Are you fine with this? Are you aware of what's about to happen? Once I push in, I will not pull out anymore before I cum. There's no going back. My charged cock is going to be inside you, leaking poison with every stroke. Is that what you want?" "Yes," you breathe. "I want it. Please." He pushes forward, and you gasp as the head of his cock breaches you. It's slow, deliberate, savoring. He fills you inch by inch, and you feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his heartbeat through his shaft. Then he stops. You can feel him pressing against your inner ring, that second gate that guards your deepest places. The stretch is intense, and your body instinctively tenses. Stefan moves then. He rises from the edge of the bed, his hard cock bobbing as he climbs over to your side. He lies down beside you, his warm body pressing against yours. His palm finds your chest, fingers threading through your fur, feeling the rapid hammer of your heartbeat. "Breathe," Stefan murmurs, his voice low and soothing. His fingers find your nipple and begin to play with it, rolling and tugging gently. "You know you want this. You've wanted this all along. Your body knows. Just let it happen." He leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, his tongue exploring your mouth with a tenderness that contrasts with the pressure inside your gut. You melt into the kiss, and you feel your body responding — your inner ring relaxing, widening millimeter by millimeter, surrendering to the inevitable, the inevitable Mark. "There you go," Mark whispers, and he begins to sink deeper, gliding through that second gate, filling you completely. When he's fully seated, his balls pressed against your ass, he pauses, letting you adjust, letting you feel the weight of him inside you. "There," he whispers. "Right where I belong." He starts to move. First slow and short strokes, barely pulling out before pushing back in, letting your body adjust to his presence. Then longer, deeper strokes, his rhythm building. It's everything you remember. Passionate, rhythmic, intimate. He maintains eye contact, whispering endearments, telling you how beautiful you are, how perfectly you take his charged cock, how much he's missed this. Stefan stays at your side, his hand still on your chest, his lips near your ear. "That's it," he murmurs. "Let him in. Work for his gift. Squeeze his cock. Milk his poison out of him." His words send shivers through you, and you clench around Mark's shaft, drawing a groan from him. Mark's strokes are deep and measured now, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, his pace quickening. The room fills with the wet sounds of fucking, the slap of skin against skin, your mingled moans and gasps. Stefan watches, stroking his own cock slowly, his eyes burning with hunger. "I'm close," Mark warns, his voice ragged. "I'm going to fill you up. Going to knock you up. Once more — really last chance: You want that?" "Hell, yes," you gasp. "Give it to me. Now! Please ..." He buries himself to the hilt and freezes, his whole body shuddering. You feel his cock pulse inside you, feel the hot flood of his toxic seed coating your insides. He groans your name into your neck, his hips jerking with each spurt, pumping you full of his poison. His body shudders to a halt, but he stays buried inside you. His cock remains a rigid, pulsing spear of flesh, so engorged with blood that deflation is a distant thought. He resumes a gentle rocking, his strokes no longer for pleasure but for purpose. He's massaging his seed into you, pushing it deeper, churning it into your guts until every drop is settled where it belongs. "Let it soak in," he whispers against your lips. "Let my babies find their new home." Only when his cock finally begins to soften does he slowly, reluctantly pull out. You feel the emptiness immediately, the loss of his presence. But you also feel the warm, heavy weight of his load settling deep inside you, exactly where it belongs. You feel the emptiness immediately, the loss of his presence. But it doesn't last long. Stefan is already moving, his eyes blazing with a dark fire. He's been stroking himself slowly on the edge of the bed while watching Mark breed you, and the sight has clearly pushed him to the brink. He loves this. Loves sloppy seconds, loves churning another man's toxic load into a willing hole. "My turn," he says, his voice a low growl, thick with lust. "On your stomach. Now." The command is sharp, and you obey instantly, flipping over. Mark, recovering but far from finished, moves in front of you. He sits back against the headboard, his legs spread, and pulls your head into his lap. His softening cock rests against your cheek, sticky with his own cum. He strokes your hair, his touch gentle, grounding you. Stefan doesn't use more lube. He doesn't need to. Mark's toxic load is already inside you, slicking your channel, preparing you for him. He kneels behind you, lines up his massive cock, and pushes forward. The angle is deeper, more intense. You feel every inch of his intimidating girth forcing you open. "Fuck," he breathes, sinking in to the root. "So wet. So sloppy. Mark did a good job priming you." He starts to fuck you, and his style is immediately different. Harder. More assertive. His strokes are powerful, almost punishing, driving deep into your guts with each thrust. The sound is obscene — a wet, squelching, churning noise as his cock pistons through Mark's load, pushing it deeper, mixing it. Mark tilts your head up and kisses you, soft and deep, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking you're receiving from behind. "That's it," he murmurs against your lips. "Take him. Let him churn my load into you. Feel how deep he's getting? Let him seal your fate!" "You hear that?" Stefan grunts, his hips snapping forward. "That's the sound of conversion. I'm stirring his poz cum into you. Pushing his babies right up against your gut. And then I'm going to add mine. We're going to mix our strains inside you and create something new. Something that's part of both of us. A part of you." Suddenly, Stefan slows his thrusts. "Mark," he grunts, a command in his voice. "Get under there. I want you to taste this." Mark moves with a fluid grace. He releases your head and slides down the bed, maneuvering his body until he's lying on his back, his head and shoulders nestled between your thighs and Stefan's knees. His face is now directly beneath your hole, and his hardening cock, still sticky with his seed, rises right in front of your lips. Stefan resumes his powerful rhythm, and the moment he pulls back on an outward stroke, a new, shocking sensation electrifies you. A wet, firm pressure. It's Mark's tongue, laving over your stretched rim and lapping at the base of Stefan's cock, relishing in the cum being pulled out. You gasp, your mouth falling open, and Mark takes the opportunity to push the head of his now-hard cock against your lips. The taste of his dried cum on his skin is intoxicating. Stefan slams back in, driving the air from your lungs, and the cycle begins. On every inward thrust, you're filled with Stefan's massive cock. On every outward pull, Mark's tongue is there to worship your hole and clean Stefan's shaft. It's a relentless, overwhelming rhythm. "Here it comes," Stefan warns, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Time to seal the deal. Going to add my load to his. Make you ours forever." He slams deep and holds, his cock swelling, and then you feel it — the hot pulse of his cum, jet after jet of toxic seed flooding your already-full channel. He grunts with each spurt, a deep, guttural sound of primal satisfaction. As he floods you, Mark's tongue laps at your stretched rim, trying to catch the overflow, desperate for every drop. When Stefan finally pulls out, you don't feel empty. Mark's mouth is immediately there, his tongue plunging into your gaping, well-fucked hole, sucking and swallowing the combined loads that are now pouring out of you. He's not just cleaning you; he's feasting on the evidence of your breeding. Stefan, still kneeling behind you, watches with a look of profound satisfaction. He reaches down and runs a hand through Mark's hair, a gesture of affection and ownership. "Just like in the toilet," Stefan says, his voice a low, rumbling memory. "Remember that kid, Mark? The first one we bred together? How you felched our combined toxic juices from his hole?" Mark moans into your ass, his tongue working even more frantically, his answer clear without needing words. He's reliving that moment, that first time they shared a hole and feasted on the result. This is a ritual for them, too. A dark sacrament they are performing again, this time with you at the center. After a long moment, Stefan gently pulls on Mark's hair, guiding him up. "Come here," he murmurs. "Don't be greedy. Share." Mark rises, his face slick and shining with a mixture of lube and cum. He moves towards you, and you turn your head to meet him. Stefan leans in from the other side, his face close to yours. You are now the center of their attention, caught between them. Mark presses his lips to yours, and you open your mouth to receive his gift. The taste is immediate and overwhelming — salty, metallic, and profoundly intimate. It's the combined essence of all three of you. He pushes the thick, warm load into your mouth with his tongue, and you accept it willingly. Before you can savor it, Stefan's lips are on you, too. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue dives in, chasing Mark's, gathering the shared cum, and swirling it together. It's a three-way exchange, a messy, passionate tangle of tongues and lips and shared poison. The load passes back and forth between you, a sacred toxic cocktail being shared and tasted by all. It's the ultimate act of brotherhood. You are no longer separate individuals, but a single entity joined by spit and seed. You are finally, truly, one of them. The three of you collapse together on the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs. The room smells of sex, smoke, and skin. Mark reaches for the joint on the nightstand, lights it, and takes a deep drag before passing it to Stefan. The smoke curls toward the ceiling as you come down from the intensity of the fucking, your body buzzing and boneless. "You took that beautifully," Stefan says, his hand resting possessively on your stomach. "Both of us. Like you were made for it." "He was," Mark agrees, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. "I knew it the first time I saw him. Knew he was one of us." The praise washes over you, warm and intoxicating. You feel claimed, cherished, part of something bigger than yourself. The three of you lie there in comfortable silence, passing the joint back and forth, trading soft kisses and softer words, letting the smoke and the high rebuild your energy from the inside out. It doesn't take long. The post-fuck clarity is replaced by a new, hungry hum. Mark's hand drifts down from your chest to your cock, which is already stirring against your thigh. He strokes it lazily, and you feel yourself responding instantly, your flesh filling his palm. Stefan watches, his own cock twitching back to life against his thigh, a clear, thick monster already rising again. "That hole of yours must be feeling lonely now," Mark says, his voice low and teasing. "Ready to be filled again?" "Always," you breathe, the word a promise. Mark lies back on the bed, his cock standing proud and hard against his stomach. He reaches for you, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips, and as you position yourself, it's Stefan who guides Mark's cock to your slick, gaping entrance. You sink down onto him, and the feeling is indescribable. You're so wet, so loose from their breeding, that he slides in effortlessly, filling you completely. You settle onto Mark's chest, your heavy PA resting against his stomach, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "Just stay there," he murmurs. "Feel me inside you. Feel how full you are." You feel Stefan moving behind you, positioning himself between your spread legs. You assume he's just getting a better view, maybe preparing to take his turn again. You rest your head on Mark's chest, content to feel him pulsing inside you, enjoying the fullness. But then, a new pressure. Stefan's slick cockhead presses against your stretched outer entrance, right where Mark's shaft is already buried inside you. The pressure is immediate and intense. Your entire body goes rigid. A jolt, not of pleasure, but of pure electric alarm, shoots up your spine. You tense up, your body instinctively resisting the impossible intrusion. "Shhh," Mark soothes, his hands stroking your back. "Breathe. Relax for us. Let him join us." He produces a small brown bottle from somewhere and holds it under your nose. "Take a deep hit for me." You inhale, and the poppers hit you like a wave. Your head spins, the room tilting, and a wave of heat washes over your skin, making every inch of you feel flushed and alive. Your muscles loosen, and a warm, buzzing pleasure spreads through you. You want this. You feel yourself opening, but it's not enough. Stefan pushes, and the pressure at your outer ring is immense, a burning wall of resistance. "Again," Stefan commands, his voice tight with strain. Mark holds the bottle to your other nostril. You take another, deeper hit. The world dissolves into a haze of lust. Your body goes limp, your entrance fluttering, trying to obey. You push out, trying to open, and you feel yourself stretch a little more, but the thick head of Stefan's cock is still being held back by that final, stubborn gate. "One more," Mark whispers. "Give us one more. You can do it. Let us break that first gate together." You take a third, desperate hit, and this time, the poppers overwhelm you completely. Your mind whites out. Your body is no longer your own. You feel a dissociative thrill, a sense of floating outside yourself as you feel your outer ring dissolve, melting away in a wave of chemical heat. You push out with everything you have, a deep moan escaping your lips. And then it happens. An incredible, overwhelming slide. The head of Stefan's massive cock pops past the ruined muscle, joining Mark's inside you. You cry out, the sound somewhere between agony and ecstasy, as your entrance stretches beyond anything you've ever experienced. He slowly slides in, the channel slick and open, sinking several inches of his thick shaft into you before he stops again. A new, even tighter pressure deep inside. Stefan has hit the second gate. Your inner sphincter, the one that barely yielded enough for Mark's cockhead to pass, now clamps down defiantly preventing the entrance of a second invader. "Fuck, there it is," Stefan grunts, his voice a mix of frustration and awe. "The inner gate. The last wall of your neg body." "We knew this would be the hard part," Mark says, his voice calm and reassuring in your ear. "But you can do it. We can do it. Together. We're ripping you open from the inside, tearing down that wall. Making it easier for our babies to take hold." He kisses your temple. His lips are soft, a stark contrast to the brutal pressure at your core. "Just like before. Open for us. Let us break this last gate. Let our mushroom heads kiss inside you." "That's it," Stefan adds, his voice a low, encouraging rumble. "Push out for me. Let me in. I want to feel my cockhead kiss Mark's inside you. When they kiss, we'll release our toxic babies together. My bug and his... they're a team. Gonna conquer what one alone couldn't. A joint load, shot with the force of both of us..." The words send a primal terror through you, a desperate, overwhelming need. It's a full-body craving, a psychological hunger so intense you start to lose awareness of yourself, your entire being focused on the single point of impossible pressure inside you. "Yes!" you cry out, your voice ragged. "But I need more! Please, two more hits! I need the poppers to open the final gate! I need you both as deep inside as possible!" "Anything for you, for us," Mark murmurs, and he brings the poppers back to your nose. "Two big hits for this one. The final gate. Open it for us. Let us in." You inhale deeply, the chemical rush so powerful your vision tunnels. You hear them both talking to you, a chorus of praise and encouragement. "That's it... almost there... such a good boy... open up... let us in..." You take the second hit, your body trembling, and then you bear down with every fiber of your being. You feel the slick sweat on your brow, the burning in your thighs, the taste of blood on your lip from biting it so hard. You feel it—the inner ring giving way, tearing open, surrendering. Stefan slides forward the final inch, and you scream as their two cockheads push past, finally meeting deep inside you. You are impossibly, wonderfully, terrifyingly full. It's not just fullness; it's a feeling of being fundamentally reshaped, your guts rearranged to accommodate their combined mass. You can feel their two different viral loads already leaking from them, coating your insides, a toxic, warm balm preparing you for the main injection. Two cocks, two shafts, two sets of veins pulsing against each other inside your overstuffed channel. "There," Stefan breathes, his voice thick with awe. "We're in. Both of us. We broke your gates. Fuck, you're incredible." Now Stefan is doing all the work, moving his spear back and forth ever so slightly. With each tiny movement, their two cockheads grind together deep inside you, the most sensitive parts of each rubbing against the other in a slick, electric friction. The friction is so intense it’s like a live wire wired directly to your soul. All the while pressed closed to one another in the tight space of my inner chute, tighly held together by my inner ring. The dirty talk, the impossible fullness, the knowledge of what they're doing to you — it's too much. You feel your own cock, untouched, throb in time with their grinding, a droplet of fluid leaking from the tip, a physical testament to the pleasure building in your ass. You feel your orgasm building, a deep, primal pressure that has nothing to do with your untouched cock. It's coming from somewhere deeper, somewhere that their cocks are hitting with every stroke. "I'm going to cum," you gasp, the words surprising even you. "Without touching myself. I'm going to —" It hits you like a freight train. Not a wave, but a white-hot nova of pleasure exploding from your core, radiating outwards until every nerve ending in your body is firing at once. Your cock, pressed between your stomach and Mark's, erupts without warning. Hot, thick ropes of your still-neg cum spray across Mark's chest and stomach, painting him with your seed. Your hole clenches around both cocks, milks the double sword inside of you, the rhythmic, uncontrollable spasms so violent they feel like they might tear you apart from the inside out. The sensation is so intense you see stars. "Fuck!" Mark cries out, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. "Take my strain! Take it deep! Get pregnant with my bug!" You feel the hot, distinct pulse of his load as it shoots into you, a deep, primal warmth. The feeling of Mark‘s orgasm, the trembling of his whole body, the pulsing of Marks cock, the toxic wetness that is spreading deep inside of you triggers Stefan, and with a roar, he slams deep and unloads. "And here's mine! My viral load knocking you up! Sealing the deal! You're one of us now!” You feel a second, even hotter flood join the first, the two of them mixing, filling you so completely you feel it in your throat. The three of you are frozen in a tableau of ecstasy — Stefan buried to the hilt, Mark pulsing beneath you, your own cock still dribbling the last of your load onto Mark's cum-splattered chest. When the waves finally subside, a profound bone-deep exhaustion sets in, your muscles liquefying until your body feels like a ragdoll. Stefan carefully withdraws, and you feel a river of cum pour out of your gaping hole. Mark slides out next, and the flood intensifies, soaking the sheets beneath you. You collapse onto Mark's chest, utterly spent, utterly wrecked, utterly perfect. You're so thoroughly wrecked that you don't even close up. You stay open, a hollowed-out vessel, and in the quiet that follows, you feel the cool air of the room soothing your cum-slick inner walls—a stark, blissful contrast to the blistering heat that just filled you. Mark's hand moves through the puddle of your cum on his chest. He scoops some onto his fingers, brings them to his own lips, and tastes you. His eyes flutter closed, savoring. "Beautiful," he murmurs. "Even your neg cum tastes like it's ready to change." He offers his cum-slicked fingers to you, and you lick them clean, tasting yourself, tasting the salt of your own desire. Then he gathers more, reaching past you to offer them to Stefan. Stefan leans over you and takes Mark's fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, his blue eyes locked on yours. And then, as if choreographed, the three of you come together for a kiss. It's not a simple kiss. It's a communion. Three mouths, three tongues, sharing the taste of your cum, passing it back and forth in a wet, intimate, filthy exchange. You taste yourself on their lips, taste whiskey and weed and something deeper—the taste of belonging, of being claimed, of becoming part of something bigger than yourself. When you finally break apart, you're all breathing hard, foreheads touching, sharing the same air. You lie between them, your body aching in the best possible way, their combined loads slowly leaking from your used hole. Mark strokes your hair, and Stefan's hand rests possessively on your hip. "Tonight was just the beginning," Stefan says, his voice soft but full of promise. "Our welcome. Our reconnection. Our first steps together." "Tomorrow night," Mark says softly, picking up the thread seamlessly, "is something different." You look up at him, curious, exhausted, already hungry for more. "We're taking you out," Stefan says, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "We're going to a bathhouse. One of the big ones in Frankfurt city." Your breath catches. A bathhouse. Public. Anonymous. The thought sends a jolt of pure adrenaline through your exhausted body. "We've been on the apps and forums all day," Mark explains, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "We posted an open invitation for a group breeding session on the regular forums like Romeo. In Romeo’s bareback and poz communities and on Buddy, we were even more explicit." His hand tightens slightly on your shoulder. "No loads refused. Poz and toxic preferred for maximum impact. Age and looks don't matter. Only cock size and viral load count. Last, we've been hitting up every toxic top we could find to make sure they get the message. One guy, his profile pic was just his AIDS-wasted body — he was so dedicated he even put us in touch with two of his friends who were obviously deep in their journey. The response has been... overwhelming." "We've booked a sling room in the most trafficked area," Stefan adds. "You'll be in the sling, blindfolded. You won't see who comes through that door. You won't know their names, their faces, anything about them. All you'll know is that they're there to breed you, many of them poz, some highly toxic, and that we are there to watch you and watch out for you." Your cock twitches despite your exhaustion. The thought of it —anonymous, faceless men, one after another, using you, filling you with their poisoned seed while Mark and Stefan watch over you, guide you, protect you... "Tonight was about connection," Stefan says. "About us, the three of us. About quality." "Tomorrow is about sheer quantity," Mark finishes. "We're going to flood you with so much toxic cum that your body won't have a choice. Every load is a gift, and tomorrow, you're going to be opening so many presents. We're going to make sure you're properly gifted. That test is going to show two lines if we have to invite every poz cock in Frankfurt to make it happen." Stefan leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We'll be right there. We'll be the gatekeepers, choosing who gets to fuck you. We'll feed you poppers when you need them. We’ll give you a break, if we feel you need a rest. We'll take care of you in every way. We'll take care of your body, and we'll take care of your future. You'll be safe. You'll be ours, our pride, for everyone to see. And in between visitors, we'll enjoy all those anonymous random loads in your gut, while we fuck you too, adding our own to the mix, making sure the viral titer in that cum soup stays high and toxic, to do the job right. You close your eyes, their words washing over you like a promise, like a prophecy. Tomorrow. A bathhouse. A sling. Blindfolded. Used. Bred. The thought is terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. But then, another thought surfaces, "What if..." you begin, your voice hesitant. "What if someone I know shows up? Someone who recognizes me?" You ask the question, and the room goes quiet for a moment. Mark just looks at you, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face, but he says nothing. He just leans down and kisses you, a deep, possessive kiss that steals the breath from your lungs and answers you without a single word. "Rest now," Stefan whispers, pulling the covers over the three of you. "You're going to need your strength." You're pulled under, enveloped in an intense three-way cuddle. You're a warm, tangled nexus in the center of the bed, your legs intertwined with Mark's hairy thighs, Stefan's muscular frame presses against your back, and every inch of skin is in contact. You can feel the soft weight of their massive cocks and heavy balls resting against your own, a trio of spent beasts sleeping together, trying to merge into a single body of pure masculine heat. Their promise of tomorrow echoes in your mind, and just as you begin to truly relax, just as you float on the edge of sleep, you feel Stefan's hand trail down your spine. His fingers find your used, tender hole, circling the rim before dipping inside. "Wow," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're still open as hell and leaking. Can't have all those precious gifts going to waste. Gotta keep the seed inside where it belongs. Gotta let it take hold." He shifts, and you feel the nudge of his semi-hard cock against your entrance. With a slow, possessive push, he slides back into you, plugging you up. He brings his cum-slick fingers up to your lips, and you taste the three of you as Mark leans in, joining you for a final, good-night cumkiss. Two lines. Soon. Very soon.

Chapter 1 - The First Step I have seen a lot of people say that bareback play can be a slippery slope and I agree. This is my story. The events have taken place over many years. The basic information in this story is absolutely true but I may take some liberties with the story-telling to "spice things up." A little about me. I am currently in my early fifties. I grew up in a small, conservative town in western New York state. I went to college in the mid 1990's. I was lucky to get a job right out of college and moved into an apartment in a town near Buffalo NY. I was on my own for the first time in my life. I had always been a very sexual person but had no experience prior to being on my own. I had explored the internet and started to develop my interests. I was highly attracted to women but also found that I was intrigued with domination and submission with me being submissive. I got involved with playing with a dominant woman that introduced me into a lot of things. I found that I enjoyed being pegged but never got it as often as I would have liked. Our play was also very sporadic with very long breaks at different times. During one of those many breaks, I started exploring other sites and found gay.com chat. I would talk with various people on there but I wasn't gay so it never went anywhere. During one of the many chats, a guy that I was chatting with introduced me to a barebacking site. I read stories about submissives getting barebacked by dominant tops. I found that these stories spoke to my submissive side. Giving myself to a dominant top that would fuck me bareback really seemed to interest me. Of course, I needed to be careful. This continued for months. I would talk to guys in chat but wouldn't meet. The guys that interested me the most were the dominant bareback tops. Eventually, I met with a guy and I sucked him off in his car and swallowed his load. This was the beginning of my slide down the slope. I found that I enjoyed servicing the tops and swallowing their loads. They never did anything to me. I was there to service them. It appealed to my submissive side but I still felt unfulfilled. During one of my chats with a dominant top, we talked about my fantasies. I mentioned my submissive side and that I was interested in being bred bareback. He mentioned that bareback is the only way that he fucks. This excited me but also made me nervous. We talked about status and he told me that he was negative. I told him that I was definitely negative and had only been fucked with dildos before. He told me that the real thing was much better. I jerked off to the idea and signed off. I signed on the next day and chatted with other people but each time, it ended up with me jerking off to getting bred bareback and signing off. This continued for a while. Then, one day when I signed on, the dominant top was online again. I sent him a message. "Hello Sir. How are you?" "Hello boy. I'm ok. How about you?" "Doing ok, Sir. Horny as always but ok." "Why don't you come here then so that I can finally breed you?" "That excites me but I am nervous, Sir." "Not a problem, boy. Then how about this. You come here and suck me off this time." "Yes Sir. I think I can do that." "OK. Good. Here is my address." He sent me his address. It was about a twenty minute drive. I freshened up and drove to his house. My heart was pounding for the entire drive. Thoughts were racing through my head. Would he fuck me? If he does, it would be bareback. Am I ready for that? Yeah but he said I was just going there to suck him off. I can do that. I've sucked off several guys before. Maybe if I do a good job and I feel comfortable, he might fuck me the next time. I pulled up to his house. It was a small house but it looked real nice. I got out of the car and walked to his door and knocked. A minute later, the door opened and I stepped inside. He was about my height, a little chubby but not heavy with thin salt and pepper colored hair. He was only wearing a robe. "Strip and leave your clothes here." "Yes Sir." I removed and folded up my clothes and placed them on the floor near the door. "Good. Follow me." I was even more nervous as I followed him to the back of his house and into a bedroom. He removed his robe and walked over to the bed and sat on the end. "OK. Get over here and start sucking me." "Yes Sir." I walked over to the bed and knelt in front of him. His cock was already semi-hard. I tentatively took the head of his growing cock into my mouth. I licked around the head and tasted his precum. I moved my head down his shaft and took as much of his cock into my mouth. It was about average size and thickness. I was enjoying sucking his cock. "Good boy. I am going to lay back on the bed. I want you to get your tongue under balls to my ass." I released his cock from my mouth and he moved back on the bed a little. He pulled his legs back. I stood up and moved closer. I had never done this before. I licked the bottom of his shaft and over his balls. I worked under and started licking underneath. I continued down and flicked my tongue over the area between his balls and ass. He moaned. I worked my way back up to his balls and back down again. He moaned again. "OK stop. You've made me real horny." I stopped licking and kneeled back down. He got up. "Wait here." I stayed kneeling ready to serve. A moment later he returned. "Stand up and give me your hands." I stood up and held my hands out. He closed my hands together and started to wrap some rope around my wrists. I didn't understand why he was doing that. After several wraps, he made a light knot that held my hands together at the wrists. He pulled me by the rope to one of the posts on the bed. I grabbed the post and he started wrapping the rope around the post. I didn't know how I would be sucking him off in this position. He finished securing my wrists around the post. "Better. Bend over at the waist and spread those legs." I did as I was told. I felt very vulnerable. He got between my legs and started to rub his fingers in my crack. They felt wet. He kept rubbing and then stopped at my hole. He pushed a finger in a little and pulled it out. His finger returned to my hole and it was wet again. He pushed in more and pulled out. He repeated but with two fingers. He fucked my hole a little with his two fingers and then pulled out. I heard some lube being squirted and the sound of stroking. He moved closer between my legs and then I felt his cock. It was in my crack. I had not expected this. I was supposed to be sucking him off but I knew this is what I really wanted. He started to apply steady pressure and I felt the head of his cock pop in. Then, I remembered what he told me. He only fucks bareback. I had a raw cock in my hole. I was nervous but this felt great. He continued to push in. There was only slight discomfort. Once he was all the way in, he put his hands on my shoulders and started to slowly fuck me. I never knew it could feel this good. I was getting lost into how good it felt as he fucked me. He used a constant, regular pace and pushed deep each time, using the grip on my shoulders to give him leverage. After a few minutes, he started to pick up the pace and then he pushed in deep and held still. I didn't feel him cumming but I knew that he was cumming in me. This was the first time. He pulled out and backed away. I heard him fumbling behind me and then returned to release the ropes on my hands. Once done, he escorted me back to the front door. I got dressed. "Thanks boy. I needed that." "Me too, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I finished dressing and then walked to my car and drove off. I had just had a raw cock in me and now I have his cum in me. I drove around to a few errands knowing that cum was probably dripping out of me. Once I got done, I headed home and stripped. There was some wetness in my underwear. I stuck a finger into my hole. It was wet. I tasted it. It tasted like cum. This was amazing but I had better not continue to do this. It's too risky. _______________________ Chapter 2 - The second step From there, I continued to chat with guys online but I stopped hooking up. I told myself it was a one-time thing. Months passed and then I started chatting with a different top. He introduced me to BBRT. There, I discovered there were a bunch of others out there that were into bareback sex. I created a profile and made sure I chose "Negative Only" for "Your status". I checked out the profiles and found guys that were negative, some didn't know or care about their status, and some showed undetectable or positive. I made sure that I stuck to guys that said they were negative. I continued to chat with guys on gay.com and reached out to guys on BBRT. I jerked off often to the chats but it never went anywhere. Eventually, I started chatting with a guy that was on BBRT and gay.com. His BBRT profile said that he was negative. We had a lot of hot chats talking about bareback sex. He was a top and only fucked bareback. He brought up the idea of poz/neg play. At first, it freaked me out but the more he talked about it, the more exciting it started to sound. Obviously, it isn't anything that I would ever do but it sounded hot. It encouraged me to start reading some poz/neg stories. I really enjoyed the stories where the poz top told the bottom that they were poz as they were cumming. After weeks of chatting, we agreed that I would go to his house to get bred. I douched my hole, showered and headed to his house. During the thirty minute drive, a lot of thoughts went through my head. I had doubts if I should do it but my horniness took over and I ended up at his house. I went to the side door as he requested and knocked. He came to the door and let me in. He was a tall, stocky guy. He led me to the bedroom. We both stripped and I immediately knelt and started sucking his cock. It was a little larger than the first guy that barebacked me but not too much different. After he was hard, he told me to get on the bed in doggie. I got up and got into position. He climbed on the bed behind me. He asked "Ever do poppers?" "Not yet. I've read stories with them but haven't done them before." "Want to try?" "Not this time. Maybe next time." "OK. Spread your cheeks." I reached behind myself and spread my ass cheeks. He squirted some lube in my crack and on my hole. He used his finger to scoop up some of the lube and pushed some into me. He pulled out and repeated. Then, he replaced his single finger with two fingers. Instead of just pushing lube in, he started to slowly finger fuck me. When pushing in, I could feel his fingers hitting the sides. It felt good but I also remembered the stories where the poz top roughed up the bottom's hole. He withdrew his fingers and then I felt his raw cock at my hole. This was the second time that I had ever had a raw cock about to enter me. Was I ready this? I was so horny and I knew that I needed cock and neither he nor I wanted condoms. Should I tell him that I changed my mind? He pushed into me. My hesitation immediately disappeared. Yes. This is what I want. He pushed until he was all the way in. His cock felt great. No discomfort at all. Just pleasure. I heard the sound of him inhaling something behind me. Then a second time. It must be poppers. He started to slowly fuck me. "Like that raw cock in you?" "Oh yes, Sir. It feels great." "Your hole is nice and tight." He picked up the pace slightly but kept a nice steady pace. It felt so good. I enjoyed the first time that I was fucked but this was better. "You told me that you enjoyed those poz/neg stories?" "Oh yes, Sir. They were hot." "Which were your favorite?" "The ones where the bottom finds out as he is getting bred." I felt his cock swell and it made me jump. He picked up the pace. "mmmmmm. Those are hot. I enjoy the ones where the top tells the bottom that he is neg but is really poz." Hearing those words hit me differently. Is he talking about himself? He said he was negative. Was he actually poz? If so, I have a poz cock in me. Did he rough up my hole to poz me? He should pull out but his cock feels so good. He started to pick up the pace. "I am really enjoying your neg hole. Am about to tell you my status." I was scared but it was exciting me at the same time. Is he going to tell me that he is poz? He pushed in hard and then he said it. "I'm neg." I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed when he told me that he was neg. Was he lying to me anyway? I was confused. He held in me for a moment and then pulled out. "Thank you, Sir." "Thanks. That was hot. I love verbal poz/neg play." I got off the bed and we both got dressed. "That was hot. I didn't expect to get turned on by it but I did." "Yeah. I enjoy it too." After dressing, he led me to the door. I left, got into my car and drove home. Once I got home, my thoughts really ran wild. Was he actually neg? Was he poz? He said he enjoyed stories where the top said they were neg but were actually poz. Why was I conflicted when he told me that he was neg? Why am I so hard? I stripped and stuck a finger in my hole. I fucked it a few times and brought it to my mouth. I could taste the cum on it. I kept remembering our session while jerking off. I kept going over what he said to me. I thought about what he said when he came. As I got I got to my edge, I said it. "I'm poz." I came hard. Immediately after, the guilt set in. What had I done? It's ok. He didn't say that he was poz. He said he was neg. It's ok. I told myself that I needed to not do that again. Stick to neg guys if I want to get fucked again. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Third Step I didn't hook up with anyone for a long time while I waited to see if I got the fuck flu. After several months, I still didn't get sick. He was neg. I'm good. Over the next year or so, I hooked up only a couple of times. Both times, it was with guys that were definitely negative and recently tested. I enjoyed the bareback sex but for some reason it didn't capture the excitement that I had with the guy that got into verbal poz/neg play. I continued to use BBRT and check out all of the local profiles. One night, a guy sent me a message on there that intrigued me. He was a top that was in town for the night and was looking for a bottom. I checked out his profile. It said he was undetectable. I knew from my reading that undetectable guys are very safe. In many cases, they are safer than guys that claim they are neg but this was a big step. He is poz. Conflicting thoughts raced through my head. Should I meet him? It's safe but he's also poz. I found myself replying to him. "Good evening Sir. I am a negative bottom that is looking to get bred." I gave him my cellphone number. A couple of minutes later, I received a text. "Hey. Cool. I am poz undetectable and looking to fuck. I prefer bareback but if you want condoms, I can try." "No Sir. I hate condoms. I have never been with anyone that is poz but I am willing." "Cool. Again. I am undetectable and recently tested." "It's all good. When and where?" He replied with his hotel information and told me that he was ready. I told him that I was going to prep and then head his way. He told me to let him know when I got there and he would give me the room number. I prepped and headed his way. Thoughts were racing through my head the entire time. This was a big step. I have never been with someone that was poz. Even though he was undetectable, the risk wasn't zero. I pulled into the hotel parking lot. My underwear was soaked. My cock had been leaking the entire drive. I was extremely turned on. I sent him a text. "Great. I am in room 229." "On my way up." I gulped and got out of the car. I was shaking as I walked across the parking lot and into the hotel. I walked through the lobby and took the elevator up to the second floor. My shaking got worse as I walked to the room. I took a couple of deep breaths and knocked on the door. A moment later, the door opened and I stepped inside. He was a thin guy with a swimmer's build. He was wearing mesh shorts and no shirt. His cock was clearly visible. I immediately stripped down and followed him toward the bed. I knelt and he pulled his shorts down. His hard cock sprung up. It was probably 7" long and average thickness. I took the head into my mouth. I had a poz cock in my mouth. I licked the tip and tasted his precum. I have poz precum in my mouth. He pushed his cock deeper in my mouth until I started to gag. He pulled out and pushed it back in until I gagged again. I didn't stop. I continued to try to please his cock. After several minutes, he pulled out of my mouth. "Time for me to fuck you with my poz cock. Get on your back on the edge of the bed. I want to be looking into your eyes when my poz cock goes in and when I breed you." Nervously, I got up, walked to the bed and got on. I had never been fucked on my back before. It has always been in doggie. He came over and got in between my legs. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed until my butt was on the very edge. I pulled my legs back as he got closer. I looked down. His cock was just inches from me. He moved closer and I felt his cock at the entrance. He grabbed his lube and squirted some on his cock. He rubbed it in my crack and returned it to the entrance. There was a poz cock right at the entrance. Then, he started to push in until the head popped in. I had a poz cock in me. I leaned back as he continued to push into me. Once he was fully in me, he leaned over me so he could look into my eyes. "You finally have poz cock inside you. There's no going back now." I felt my cock jump. He started to slowly fuck me. It was intense looking into his eyes as he was fucking me. His eyes were deep blue and had an intense gaze. He started to pick up the pace. "You like my poz cock?" "Oh yes, Sir. It's amazing." "Soon, you will have my poz load in you." My cock jumped again. He smiled and started to fuck me faster. I could see the pleasure increasing in his face. Then, he took a couple of quick thrusts and pushed in. He closed his eyes. He was cumming. He was filling me with poz cum. He held his cock in me for a few minutes and then slowly withdrew and stepped back. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome." I got off the bed, got dressed, and left. Once I got home, again, tons of thoughts went through my head. I had just been fucked by a poz guy. He was undetectable but he was poz. I stripped and started to jerk off to what had happened. I thought about how exciting it was. I came when I thought about him dumping his poz load deep in me. Afterward, I had the post-nut clarity. What had I just done? I had let a poz guy breed me. It was amazing but that isn't something that I should do again. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Fourth Step As was the case after I got bred by the guy that was into verbal poz/neg play, I backed off from playing for a while. Again, I waited to see if I got the fuck flu but it never came. I continued to jerk off to stories and from the memories of my bareback adventures but didn't hook up with anyone. During this time, I learned that there was a gay bathhouse over the border in Ft. Erie, Ontario Canada. I had read so many stories about bathhouse play. It sounded hot but also very risky. My life continued this way for a while until one day, I saw a guy on BBRT that appeared to be about 20 miles away. His profile said he was undetectable. He was very muscular, shaved head, and a very hot looking cock. I sent him a message. "Are you looking to breed a bb btm today? If so, you can text me." I sent him my number. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was him. "Got your message. Are you in Canada?" "Oh. I thought you were in the US." "Nope. In Canada. Can you come across the border?" "Yes. Are you hosting?" "No but we could meet at the Ft. Erie spa." I gulped. Did I want to go to the bathhouse? It should be fine. I could go meet him and then come home. It will be fun. "Sure. I can prep and head there now." "OK. Good. I am close to it. Text me when you get there." "Yes Sir." I douched and showered and headed out. When I got to the border, the Canadian border police asked why I was coming across the border. I told him that I was going to a famous restaurant in Ft. Erie. He didn't have a problem with it and I continued to the destination. It was a plain building at the end of a road. There was a couple of cars parked outside. I got out and headed in the door. There was a small window just inside. A guy appeared, looked at me, and buzzed the door. I went in and stood at the counter. "You want a room or a locker?" "Uhhh. I guess I will take a room." "No problem. This your first time here?" "Yes." He told me the price for a room and I gave him money. He handed me a key and a towel and explained where I should go to find the rooms. I thanked him and walked in. There was a lounge with one guy sitting watching porn on the television. I turned right and walked up the narrow stairs. At the top, there was a long hallway with a bunch of doors. I walked down the hall and found my room. I unlocked it and went in. It was very small with just a small bed and a locker. My heart was pounding. I took off all of my clothes except my socks and locked them in the locker. I sent a text to the top. "I'm there." "OK. I will be there in about 20 minutes. Meet you at the sling." I wrapped the towel around my waist, grabbed my key and walked out of the room to explore. On this floor there was a long line of rooms. All of the doors were closed. There was also a small area with a couch and tv. It was empty. I walked back down the hall and went down the stairs. The guy was still sitting in the lounge watching porn on the tv. I walked past him and down the hall. There were more rooms and a bathroom down the hallway. I kept walking and found another open spot. I walked in and saw it. There was a sling in the middle. I had heard about them but never saw one before. I hung my towel on a hook and walked over to the sling. I got at the end and pulled my butt up until I was sitting on it. I leaned back and adjusted myself until I felt like I was on it securely. I looked up. There were loops hanging near the top of the chains at my feet. I adjusted myself and was able to get each foot in the loop. I felt very exposed. It was hot. I stayed there for a few minutes. Once I got a feel for it, I hopped out and walked around some more. There was still only the guy in the lounge. I went back up to my room and checked my phone. No messages. I went back downstairs and headed to the sling room again. I put my towel on the hook and climbed back into the sling. I laid back and put my feet in the loops again. I adjusted myself until I was at the edge. I stayed in this position for a bit. I tried to relax but my heart was pounding. Then, he appeared. He was the guy that I was talking to online. He was just wearing a towel. His pictures were very accurate. He was an average-sized man with a good body. He had a small belly but he was muscular as well. His nipples were pierced. He removed his towel and placed it on a chair and walked over to my head. I turned my head and took his semi-hard cock in his mouth. It immediately started to grow until it was about 8 inches long and above-average thickness. My neck started to get sore trying to stay turned and suck his cock but I kept sucking. He pulled out and moved down between my legs. He grabbed some lube and squirted it in my crack and pushed some in with his finger. He replaced one finger with two fingers and worked more into my hole. He squirted some lube on his cock and started to push into my hole. This was the biggest cock that I had taken before and it was a bit uncomfortable. Once the head was in, he held a bottle to his nose, closed the other nostril and inhaled. He switched nostrils. It must have been poppers. He handed the bottle to me. "I've never done them before." "They will help. Do what I just did" I took the bottle in my hand, held it to my right nostril, and closed my left nostril. I inhaled, held for a second, and exhaled. My head started to spin a little. I switched nostrils and repeated. As I exhaled, he pushed more of his cock into me. "Again but inhale more sharply and hold longer." I switched back to my right nostril and inhaled harder and held. He pushed more of his cock into me. I exhaled and repeated with the left nostril. As I was holding, he pushed the remainder of his cock into me. My head was spinning. I laid back and started to get lost to the feeling. He took the bottle from my hand and inhaled in each of his nostrils. I felt his cock swell. He grabbed the chains and started to fuck me. "mmmm. I love fucking bottoms like you here. So open. Taking my raw cock with no questions." My head was still spinning. "Oh yes, Sir. I love it." "You said you were negative right?" "Yes Sir." "I'm poz but undetectable." "mmmmmmmm I love poz/neg play." I felt his cock swell. "mmmmmm It can definitely be fun." My head was still spinning as I felt him fucking me hard. "Such a good slut hole. Taking my hard poz cock. I am about to dump my poz load deep in you. Here it comes!" He grabbed my hips and pushed hard into me. I felt his cock swell and felt cum shooting deep in me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I had never felt anyone actually cum in me before. Another first. He stayed in me for a minute and then pulled out. "Thanks, Sir." "Thank you. You going to be around for a bit? I am going to hang around for a while. Not sure if I will be able to fuck again. You really drained me." "OK. I may hang around a bit but we shall see." "OK. Have fun." My legs were a bit wobbly as I got out of the sling. I grabbed my towel and walked back towards my room. The top was sitting in the lounge with the other guy watching porn. We smiled at each other and I headed up to my room. I went in and got on the bed. I stuck a finger in my hole and then put it in my mouth. I savored the taste of the cum that was in there. I was just fucked but I was still horny. I left my room and walked around. There was nobody else there except the two in the lounge. I decided to head home. I got dressed, gathered my things, and headed back down. Nobody was in the lounge now. I checked out and drove home. When I got to the border, they asked me why I was in Canada. I told them that I went for lunch. He asked if it was good. I told him it was the best I had ever had. Once I got home, I followed my usual routine. I got naked, thought about my experience while I jerked off. Again, after I came, I had regret about what I had done. This time, the regret didn't seem to last as long. I found myself interested in going back to the bathhouse again. What was happening to me? __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Fifth Step - A Big Twist In the next several months, I had gone back to the bathhouse a few times but had left frustrated each time. It was slow and I didn't manage to get bred at all. I was frustrated. In the meantime, I had talked with a lot of guys but it never went anywhere. I had found time to go to a local adult bookstore and bought a couple bottles of poppers. I started trying them when I jerked off and found that I became limp when using them. During this time, I also had a lot of good conversations with a Canadian guy named Jim. We started out talking online and then went to texting. "Hey Greg. How are you?" "Good. Horny to get bred as always but ok overall." "Cool. What are you into?" "I'm a submissive bb btm. Always looking to get bred." "mmmm. I am vers but became more of a top after I got pozzed." "Oh. You are poz?" "Yes but am on meds." "Ah ok. I am negative." "You on prep?" "No. Never been on prep." "Ah. Chasing?" I had read about chasing and had even jerked off to it many times but I was definitely not a chaser. "No Sir. Just enjoying bb sex. I am not a chaser." "No problem. I was a successful chaser." "Really? I have never talked to someone that chased." "Yep. I loved bb sex and knew that I would eventually get pozzed so I ended up seeking it out. Took a while before I got the gift but it was so much fun." "Wow. How did you end up getting it?" "I am not completely sure but I think it was after one of my visits to Steamworks in Toronto." We had many chats over the next few weeks. In all of them, there was a lot of poz talk and I found that I was horny each time. Then after a while, we talked about him breeding me. It made me a little nervous but since he was on meds, it was fine. Each time we tried to figure out a time and place, it just didn't seem to work out. After a couple of weeks, I ended up telling him that I was thinking of going to the Ft. Erie spa the next day. He mentioned that he might be able to make it but wasn't sure. The next day arrived. I prepped and sent him a text. "Are you available today?" I waited 15 minutes but got no response. "OK. I am heading out to the Ft. Erie spa." I waited another 15 minutes but still no response. I grabbed my poppers and lube and headed to Ft. Erie. As always, when I got to the border, I told them that I was meeting some friends for lunch. Afterward, I made my way to the bathhouse. It seemed a little busier than other times. It had three cars this time. I went in, paid my money for a room and headed in. I went into the room and locked my clothes in the locker. I checked my phone. Nothing. I sent him a text. "I'm at the bathhouse. I am going to walk around and will end up at the sling." No response. I took a hit of poppers and walked around. As usual, doors were closed. I heard some snoring coming from one of the rooms. Behind one of the doors, I could hear moaning. Someone was getting fucked. At least that was somewhat promising. I walked around some more and then went down and hopped in the sling. After several minutes, I got up and went back to my room. I checked my phone. Nothing. Looks like he has stiffed me. Typical. I hit the poppers and went back down and got into the sling again. I sat there for a few minutes and a guy came in. He was about my age, average size, and a little chubby. He came over to me and got between my legs. He dropped his towel, squirted some lube on his cock, jerked it a couple of times and pushed in. His cock was average size and slid in easily. I took hits of poppers in each nostril. He started fucking quickly and after several thrusts, he pushed in. He was cumming already. He stayed in me for a minute and started fucking again. He never withdrew. This time, he fucked me for several minutes and then pushed in me again. He held in me for a minute and then pulled out. He grabbed his towel and left the room. I was excited. I had no idea who he was and not a single word was spoken. I stayed in the sling. Several minutes later, the same guy came back into the room and got between my legs again. He stuck his finger in my hole and started fucking me with it. He dropped his towel, pulled his finger out, and pushed his cock in me. I hit the poppers in each nostril. He fucked me fast for a few minutes and then pushed in me again. He held still for a minute and started fucking me again. I have no idea how he could keep fucking after already cumming in me three times. This time, it took him longer to cum. After several minutes, he pushed in me and came again. He pulled out. "Enjoy those four loads." It was the first words he had spoken. "Thank you, Sir." He grabbed his towel and left. I stayed in the sling for several more minutes and finally climbed off. I headed toward my room and saw the guy was already dressed and heading out the door. I got back to my room and grabbed my phone. There was a message. It was from Jim. "Thanks slut. Enjoy those four loads." It was shocked. It was him. I thought he had stiffed me but he planned to just show up and breed me. "Thanks, Sir! I enjoyed them." No response. I decided that I had enough. I got dressed and drove home. When I got there, I did my usual ritual of reliving the experience and jerking off. My guilt returned but it was very minor. I enjoyed this. Several days passed. I was horny and I sent him a text message. I started jerking off. "Thanks again, Sir. I had fun." This time, he replied. "Thanks. I am glad. I enjoyed breeding you. I hadn't bred anyone in a while. Glad I could give you four loads." "Yes Sir. I have never had four loads in me at once before." I kept jerking off. "mmmm. I am glad I could give you four poz loads." "mmmmm Yes Sir. Four poz loads." I kept jerking off. I was getting closer to my edge. "Remember what I said? That I am poz but on meds?" "Yes Sir." I was almost to my edge. "It's true that I am on meds but they aren't working." My orgasm hit just as I saw that message. I came very hard. After I recovered, I looked at my phone again. What did he say? He said that the meds weren't working. "Wait. What do you mean?" "It means that I am poz and am taking meds but they haven't been effective against my strain." I grew scared. I enjoyed the fantasy and the risk but this was different. "ugh." "It's been several days. You might still have time to get pep. It might work." I was scared. I had gone too far. I went back through the chats. Nowhere had he said that he was undetectable. He only said that he was on meds. I resigned myself to becoming poz. As the next several weeks passed, I kept looking for any sign of the fuck flu but it never came. We continued to chat with each other and I continued to jerk off to the play. It even got to the point where we discussed possibly hooking up again. I knew that I probably shouldn't but still wanted to. As the weeks turned to months, we lost track of each other. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Sixth Step For a long time, I didn't hookup with anyone. I had gotten blood tests as part of normal doctor visits and it showed that I was still negative. During this time, I had changed jobs. As part of this job, I would go into the office on a Saturday once a month. Sometimes, I could get my work done early and it allowed me to have some free time after. For one of those Saturdays, I knew ahead of time that I would be done early. I was horny and needed to get bred. It had been a long time. I booked a local hotel for the evening and checked in before going to work. I went into work and took care of my job and then headed to the hotel. I got to my room and douched and prepared myself for the possibility of playing. I posted a party ad on BBRT looking for top breeders. I also hit the various apps looking for bareback tops. I got a few messages but they were flakes. Then, I got a message on BBRT. It was from a top that had a status of "Ask me". I responded to his message and told him that I was hosting in my hotel and gave him my number. A few minutes later, he texted me. "Hey. You looking to get bred tonight?" "Yes Sir. I am naked and doing poppers in my hotel room. What are you looking for?" "I am looking for a bareback bottom to breed." "Cool. I am ready whenever you are." "Where are you located?" I sent him the hotel name and address. "Cool. I am on my way. I will text you when I get there." "Can't wait." While I waited, I watched porn and hit my poppers. I put a towel on the bed, put the lube on the nightstand and turned off a bunch of the lights. About twenty minutes later, I got a text from him. "I'm here. Room number?" I responded with the room number. "Oh. I forgot to ask. Are you poz? neg? unsure?" "Poz" "On meds?" "No." My heart skipped a beat. He is poz and not on meds. He is toxic. I have never taken a known toxic load before. What should I do? I could just keep the door locked and not answer the door. While I was deciding what to do, I found myself walking to the door and propping it open. I went back to the bed and got in doggie position with my ass facing the door. A minute later, I heard someone walk in and close the door. I hit the poppers. I heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. I hit the poppers again. I felt him climb on the bed behind me. I hit the poppers again. He rubbed my ass and ran his fingers in my crack. I heard the sound of the lube being opened and then he squirted it on my hole. He returned his finger to my hole and pushed in. He pulled out and pushed two fingers in. He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of lube being squirted again and then the sound of a cock being jerked. Then, I felt it. His hard cock was at the entrance of my hole. I hit the poppers hard and he pushed the head in. It felt great. He continued to slowly push until his entire cock was inside me. "mmmm. Love the feeling of your poz cock in my neg hole." "oh yeah, baby. I love your neg hole." He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me. My head was starting to clear a little from the poppers. What was I doing? I have a toxic poz cock in my hole. If he keeps fucking me, he will be dumping his toxic load in my hole. I am not on prep. He might infect me. Should I ask him to pull out? His cock feels so good in me. I hit the poppers again. My fears disappeared. His raw cock felt so good in me. "I'm getting close. Want me to pull out?" He was giving me a choice to pull out. "Noooo. Breed me" "You got it." He started to fuck faster and then pushed into me. I felt it. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He was dumping his toxic load in me. He stayed in me for a minute and then pulled out. I laid down on my stomach to make sure the load was staying in me. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome." I heard him putting his clothes on and the door unlatch. "Enjoy my load. Have a good night." He walked out and closed the door behind him. I laid there for a minute. What had I just done? I could probably go to the toilet and get the load to come out. I found myself reaching underneath myself. I better check on the load. I stuck my finger in and then brought it to my mouth. His cum was yummy. I pushed my finger back in my hole but this time, I started fucking myself with my fingers. I was getting hornier. I pulled my finger out and checked my phone. I had a message on one of the apps. "You interested in hosting the two of us tonight?" "Hi. Do you like sloppy seconds? I have a load in me already and looking for more." "mmmm. Great. We are both bareback tops." "You poz? neg? unknown?" "We are both poz." "mmmm. I am neg but have a poz load in me." "mmmmm. Great. When and where?" I sent them my hotel name and address. "Cool. We are like five minutes away. Ready for us?" "Yes. Let me know when you get here and I will give you the room number and then prop the door." "OK. See you in a few." What was I doing? I had a toxic load in me. I could stop now and might be ok. If I let these two guys breed me, they are going to work that load in me. It will increase my chances of getting pozzed. My phone buzzed. "We're here." I sent them my room number, propped the door open and then got back into doggie position on the bed with my ass facing the door. I hit the poppers. A couple of minutes later, I heard the door open and close. "What do we have here? A sloppy hole ready to get bred again?" "Yes Sir." "Good. We are going to enjoy this." I heard clothes hitting the floor and then felt them climb on the bed. I felt hands running over my butt and then a finger probed my hole. "Yep. He has a load in there. Joe. Go use his mouth. I want to get in his ass right now." I felt someone come around in front of me. He was a chubby white guy. His cock was semi-hard but looked average. I opened my mouth and he stuck his cock in. At the same time, I heard the sound of lube being squirted and a cock being jerked. I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. I continued to suck Joe's growing cock as I felt the other guy start to push into my hole. His cock felt much bigger but not uncomfortable. Joe spoke. "How's his hole, Malcolm?" "Tight but feels great. Hot and wet." I moaned as Malcolm started to fuck me. Joe tried to time it so that both were fucking my holes at the same time. I was lucky that Joe's cock wasn't too big or I would have been gagging. After several minutes, Malcolm spoke. "I've got to stop. Let's switch. I love ass to mouth. I want him to taste my poz cock and the remnants of that poz load he has in there." They both pulled out and switched positions. Malcolm was a thin black man. His cock looked to be about eight inches long and a above-average thickness. I opened my mouth and he pushed the tip in. I could taste cum and my ass on his cock. At the same time, Joe pushed into my used ass. After having Malcolm's cock in there, I couldn't really feel it. Malcolm pushed more of his cock in my mouth but not so much that would cause me to gag. Joe continued to fuck me and then spoke. "Want me to cum in him or want to switch again?" "Nah. Breed him. I want his hole real sloppy when I breed him." "OK." Joe sped up and then pushed into me. I could not feel him cum. Malcolm pulled out of my mouth and came behind me. Joe appeared in front of me and I took his softening cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock to try to get any remnants of cum off it. Malcolm pushed into me. His cock felt so much better. "mmmm. It is so hot in there. I've got to drive those loads in deep." He held still for a second and started fucking me hard. On each thrust, I had to work hard to hold my balance. Joe pulled out and moved behind me. I grabbed my poppers and took a sharp hit in each nostril. He took his hands off my hips and grabbed my shoulders. On each thrust, it felt like he was driving even deeper into me. "Ready for my poz load, slut?" "Yes Sir. Breed me. Give me that poz load!" He slammed into me and I almost fell forward but I pushed back on him. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I could feel his cum deep inside me. A few moments later, he pulled out and I immediately laid on my stomach. "Your hole is filled up with poz loads, slut." "Thank you, Sirs." I laid there as they got dressed and left. I turned to my side and stuck my finger in my hole. There was a lot of cum dripping out. I brought some to my mouth and tasted it. I got more and rubbed it on the tip of my cock. I moved to my back and started jerking. It didn't take long and then I came hard thinking about the poz loads in my neg hole. I was satisfied. I knew what satisifed me now. Taking multiple loads from tops that wanted to breed me. Poz loads excited me. __________________________________ Chapter 7 - The Conclusion Since that experience I have continued to play when I can. My BBRT profile says that I am negative and for "Your Status" it says "positive only." I don't get a chance to play often but when I do, I look for any and all tops. Of course, I look for poz tops first but will settle for tops that don't know or care about their status. I even look for neg tops if nobody else is available. Am I bugchaser? I would say no. I don't really want to become poz but I am a take-all-loads bottom that gets off on poz/neg play. Will I become poz? Probably. Will it shock me when it happens? Probably. What will I do then? I will probably become more versatile. There are a lot of neg guys out there that need encouragement to become like me.

I figured it would be a good weekend to be a slut since ot was valentine's weekend. I was so right! Went to steamworks a little after 4pm and with the first 2 hours I had been fucked 6 times(bred 3). Thing always slow around 6-7 and pick up after 8. A beautiful blonde collage kid was prowling around but seemed stand offish. I must have been wrong about that as close to 8 he hoped in the the sling and a group of guys formed around him. None of the guys were taking the bait, the boy made eye contact with me and then my hard cock. I really wanted to play with him so I moved between his muscular thighs and slide into him. He was so tight, I must have been the first guy to fuck, but I worked his hole for a couple minutes before letting someone else take a turn. I love swapping topping with others. The boy gets fucked buy 4 or more guys and I swap in another time before I realize the place is heating up again so I go back to trying to get fucked some more. Once the sling becomes open again I grab my blindfold and hoped in. It wasnt long before a mouth ended up on my hole and tongue up my gut. I had played with this guy earlier and let him enjoy my hole again. He's horned up and proceeds to plow my ass, I hear others in the room, he pulls out and goes back to eating my stretch asshole again, and the fucks me a little bit more before leaving. That kicked things off and I began to have different guys take turns fucking me and eating my hole. I lost count but maybe 5 or 6 guys. That was so hot I ended up cumming and decided I had enough fun and left to get pizza. So far for this weekend on Friday I was fucked 11 times(bred 7 times), and Saturday fucked over another 12 times(bred 6). Suppose to be going out tonight with the roommate so might get some more action today.

I kept looking on the app and seeing how many profiles are on there. As I was curious I wanted to do a search of people near me. As I looked through all the filters I was fascinated and excited. I went thru it and got click happy. Some of the terms I had to look up. I selected Top, Versatile Top 40 years of age and older Cum in my ass Cum in my mouth Kissing When I saw the area of HIV I paused. It had various things to select like: Negative Undetectable POZ Unknown POZ/HEP Don't care I left it blank and hit enter. About 40 profiles popped up with 15 online now. As I looked at them there several hot older men on the site. As I looked thru the profile listing about 25-30 of them were HIV+. Some undetectable and some POZ. Some were into other things I didn't recognize like FF, golden, scat and other. As I looked through the listing my cock started to get hard. There were some hot guys on here. Also some not so hot guys. I saw this one profile. Breeding TOP Looking for fun with all kinds. Top only here. Might consider with the right top. NEG bottoms to breed come to the front of the line. Passion and connection are important. Lets chat and get going. There were no pics of his face but his body was hot and lean and his cock was huge. There was another cock pic with a ring through the cock tip. It was huge. There were also pics of bottoms with cum leaking from their ass and one of his cock in an ass. Another profile was interesting. Fun Bear    Top Daddy for young bottoms. Bare only and HVRL here. Looking for any bottoms looking for fun. Open to kink, 420 and other fun. No drugs. His body wasn't lean like the others. He was 5'11 about 210lbs and had a pot belly and a hairy chest, beard and moustache. He was bald with an earring. He had his eyes and part of his face covered. Then I opened the pic for his cock and it was huge. It was over 9" long and thick. There was a biohazard tattoo above his cock. As I looked through the profiles I got hard and took out the dildo and started to fuck myself with it and jack off. Looking at those pics I worked my ass. I could feel it clench the dildo and suck it in and my cock was leaking so much. I kept this up for another minute then shot a huge load all over my stomach. After I came I licked up my cum and cleaned off the dildo. Even though I just came my cock was still hard and my ass didn't feel satisfied. I went back going through the profiles. As I read them and looked at all these pics my cock and ass ached. I thought about going to the ABS getting real cock but hesitated. I felt a bit ashamed and scared someone would see me there. I got the dildo and rammed it in my ass. I put log pillow that I had to rest my head and stuck it under me between my legs and used it to ride the dildo and push it in me. It was like I was riding Rick fucking myself on the cock. It felt so good and hit my insides in a different way. As I rode it I started to pant and without touching my cock I came and spurt all over the floor. I kept riding it and watched my cock leak with more cum. I bent down and licked the cum off the floor. I cleaned off the dildo savoring the taste and decided to go to bed.

@nymidtowneast Agreed. @kitpig We will see... 😉 @hirondelle75 No comment. And don't worry, there won't a short supply of their cum. So a few lost loads is nothing. 😉 @pozpopperpig That was the intention with how I'm writing it. Glad its coming across that way! @Cumbreedseed Always a good mixture, lol. @hirondelle75 So, my time lately has been taken up with the story I am cowriting with @leatherpunk16. Hopefully as I get more of the backlog there written out, as well as finally mapping out where I want to go next here, I should be able to post a little more frequently here in the future. @Grandahpla17 Yes. There is a set end for this story. We are maybe in the first half of it, but just been busy with other projects at the moment, so this one is on the back burner. @tankonpoint Thanks! I'm always glad to have people checking out my other works and telling me what they think. If you haven't already, go check out Master Pathogen. It's on a weekly update and should be a hopefully good read! @KCnLB No comment on the point of conversion. I have a plan for everything, but I don't want to spoil it. 😉 --- Sorry all for the long delay in updates, been busy with life, as well as the side project @leatherpunk16 and I are working on, Master Pathogen (<<click link to go to that story). Please go check it out and tell us what you think of it! Hopefully, as I said before, with me getting more backlog out of the way, I'll have more time to work on other projects like this. I have a few chapters planned out for this in the near future to write out when I'm not swamped. Otherwise, enjoy the next update! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lesson 17- The Power of Networking and Expanding your Horizons Slowly, I woke up to the feeling of someone slowly fucking my cum flooded and abused ass as the smell of pipe smoke flowed around me, thick and creamy as it was blown in my face. I took a deep inhale, enjoying how loose and wet my wrecked hole felt, making a squelching noise as I opened my eyes and Mike smiled over at me, leaving Greg to be the one working another fresh load into my hole. I groaned, enjoying the deep stokes on my ass as Greg slowly fucked my tender hole, puffing out a cloud of smoke at the back of my head. Quietly, Mike grinned at me, pulling the pipe out of his mouth and placing it on my lips, nodding as I slowly drew on the pipe, inhaling the thick, rich smoke as I felt Greg shift, pulling my leg to my chest and pierce me deeper. Looking behind me, I watched as he grinned down at me around his large pipe, smiling as I slowly exhaled, blowing a thick cloud of smoke of my own at him. “Want Daddy to give you a pipe of your own to smoke while we work those tainted loads in your guts?” Mike asked, giving me a knowing smile as he took another puff on the pipe, I nodded happily, opening my mouth as he placed the large pipe back in it, waiting for me to clamp down as he pulled a third pipe off the bedside table and expertly began to light it, puffing it to life. I groaned as I felt Mike slam hard in my ass, hitting my now full bladder. My entire body shuddered as I desperately forced myself to close my eyes and will myself not to piss. “What’s wrong boy?” Mike said, gently rubbing his hand across my stomach, the pressure making me whimper as his cock pierced me deep, pressing down on my bladder from the other side. “Need to pee...” I groaned around the pipe, hauling on it hard and focusing on the sensation of the smoke as he continued to bruise and batter my guts. Both men chuckled, and Greg suddenly pulled out, giving my ass a few playful slaps as he got up. “We should move this to the bathroom then, boy,” Greg said, smiling and blowing a thick cloud of smoke at my face with a smile. Quietly, I got up, my bladder feeling full and uncomfortable as we moved to the large shower in the adjoining bathroom. I instinctively knelt down on the floor, looking at both men with a shy smile as they slowly played with their hard cocks. Greg was first, pulling my head by my hair to his wet, cum-slicked groin. He pulled the pipe out of my mouth after I took a deep puff, and gently forced my mouth open, before placing the meaty cum-frothed head in my mouth and groaned, letting out a steady stream of piss flow out. I immediately clamped my mouth down, sucking greedily and swallowing, enjoying the salty bitter rush on my tongue as I gulped greedily down. Slowly, I began to feel my stomach fill, Mike and Greg both grinning at me and gently brushing their hands through my hair, muttering happily as I smiled around Greg’s cock, now dripping the last few drops of hot piss on my tongue and pulling it out of my mouth. I turned, opening my mouth expectantly for Mike’s cock next, still feeling thirsty and horny, my cock now hard and throbbing when he chuckled and instead stuck the pipe back into my mouth, gently pulling me back up by my arm. “I wanna see you smoke the whole bowl while I piss fuck you, baby,” Mike replied, he said, smoke curling out of his mouth while he spoke. Nodding, I bent over, hauling hard and deep on the pipe, enjoying how full of smoke my lungs got as he gently pushed me over more and lined his dick up to my waiting hole, shoving it in hard and fast and waited. I didn’t have to wait long as I smoked, before I began to feel the hot rush of heat in my ass, my guts filling as he groaned happily. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered, gently rubbing my back as he pissed. “Take my dirty poz piss up that neg slut hole.” I groaned in reply, feeling my hole begin to flood, enjoying the idea of his dirty piss mixing with the toxic cum in my ass. “Smoke that pipe down for your daddies,” Greg cheered on, standing next to Mike and slowly jacking his hard cock slowly as he too smoked his pipe hard and fast, flooding the enclosed space of the shower with smoke. After a minute or two, Mike shuddered a few times, before leaning over and turning my face towards his, blowing a thick cloud of smoke at me as he gently began to rub my piss filled abdomen, feeling bloated and full. “Hold it all in for daddy,” he whispered around the pipe, gently starting to pull out as he spoke. “Fuck, I feel so full daddy.” He chuckled, as did Greg, as he turned me around and grabbed my hip and gently began to press his thumb into my bladder, making me gasp in pain and pleasure. Looking down, I realized the cage was now removed. I hadn’t even noticed they had done so while I was sleeping. “Go ahead and piss all over yourself for us, boy,” Mike said, puffing hard and blowing the smoke in my face. I nodded, letting out a weak groan as my dick suddenly began spraying its golden stream all over them and me, hauling harder still on the pipe and I greedily sucked each lungful of thick, creamy smoke into my lungs. After a full minute, my dick finally started to just drip, whimpering slightly as I tried desperately to keep the contents of my piss filled bowels inside. Finally, with a jolt, I finally felt my bladder was empty and smiled hazily as they each kissed me, swapping a lungful of smoke before Greg gave my ass a solid smack. “Go empty that hole on the toilet and come back in the shower when you're done,” Mike said, opening the door and glancing at the toilet next to it. I obeyed happily, groaning in relief as my bowels emptied out, almost completely clean as they slowly made out, swapping smoke as they waited. Finally satisfied, I hopped back up, giving the toilet a flush and hopped back in, eager to see what would happen next. I didn’t need to wait long, as Mike now bent me over again, fucking my ass furiously as we all continued to smoke out pipes. I watched as Greg slowly back up against my cock, spreading his asscheeks as he looked back and smiled around his pipe. “Give daddy your load in his hole. It needs some fresh spunk from those neg balls of yours,” he groaned, slowly pushing against it as I felt his warm ass envelope my hard cock. We fucked for a long time, my mind relishing the feeling of both fucking and being fucked as we each smoked in silence, each of us grunting and groaning as we fucked. I finally hit that sweet point of no return, feeling my ass clamp down on Mike’s cock as my balls began to ache and spewed my neg load deep in Greg’s firm, hairy ass. My lungs constantly flooded with smoke as I shot deep inside. Moments later, Mike groaned as well, and the feeling of that slick warmth flooded my hole. “Fuck yeah, fucking take my toxic spunk, baby boy,” he moaned, slamming as hard as he could, making my cock drool even more as he jabbed his large cock hard against my prostate, making me moan and cry out, “Fucking take every drop and let it knock your sexy ass up.” I gasped at the repeated assault on my guts, groaning and whimpering until finally, he pulled out with a satisfied sigh. Mike quickly spun me around, and Greg happily shoved his cock in next, Mike and I both hauling hard on our pipes and swapping smoke until finally Greg too tensed up. “Here’s another dirty load boy, gonna knock you up good and deep,” he moaned, slamming hard and finally shoved in hard, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. I could feel as he shot with each slam, my ass aching with each jab. Finally, with a resounding growl in the small enclosed space, he slammed forward one last time and pulled out. A few drops of cum fell out of my hole, and we all looked down at the pink tinged cum on the shower floor. “Fuck yeah,” Greg said, rubbing my ass and squeezing it, “Looks like that piss fuck tore you up good. No way our DNA isn’t in you now.” I smiled happily, loving the idea of their cum and virus working its way inside me, given the perfect path to infection, and first locked lips with Greg and then Mike as we swapped smoke, the piss on my body now cool. Greg stepped out, quickly walking into the bedroom as Mike turned on the water, letting the warm spray wash over both of us as we smoked, Mike smiling when Greg returned with the large plug that was in my ass. I spun around and bent forward slightly, letting the water slick my skin as the plug was shoved back in, trapping the cum inside me to work its magic. After a few minutes, we finished showering, and stepped out, Mike and Greg toweling themselves off first and then me. Finally happy we were dry, we all walked back into the bedroom and laid down, smoking our pipes as Mike and Greg played with my cock and theirs. Occasionally, I felt Mike or Greg press down on my stomach, the plug pressing almost painfully against the walls of my guts, sliding around in the cum inside of me. “So, boy,” Greg finally said, blowing a cloud of pipe smoke in my face as he spoke, “Feeling better?” I nodded, sighing out a cloud of smoke in reply, smiling before I spoke. “Yeah, I’m glad you guys came back and loaded me up.” Mike and Greg shared a look, before Mike spoke. “We were wondering if you want to go even further?” I looked at both of them expectantly, waiting for Mike to continue. “We have a very close and important friend wanting to come over to sample your ass before he goes to the bathhouse. Saw your videos online and said he wanted to sample that hole of yours and see if he can add a load to it this week” I nodded, before replying. “Sure, my ass is always hungry.” Mike smiled, as if expecting this before continuing. “We also wanted to see if you’d be open to maybe making your first bathhouse trip with us? See about how many loads that ass can take?” I paused, at first against the idea. “We’d still have anyone without our strain bag it up,” Greg explained, gently tugging on my cock as he spoke, “But we would love to see that ass of yours taking countless loads and cocks, really rough it up and get flooded with bugs before we come home. Lock your dick up and let you use your ass to cum. We’ll be with you the whole time, that way you aren’t overwhelmed. You can smoke there too, so you’ll get to feed your lugs as well.” I sat for a second. The idea did sound hot, and it wasn’t like other guys weren’t already doing that on the app. But was I ready for something like that? To be used nonstop like that for hours? “Would… would I be able to stop it when I don’t want anymore?” I whispered, puffing on my pipe introspectively. Mike spoke first, with Greg nodding as he spoke. “Sure boy. We just want this to be a trial run for the end of the summer. Maybe go every few weeks and see how many loads you can work up to taking. And with a hot little body and looks like yours, you won’t need to look hard for guys wanting to dump inside you.” I sat and thought about it, hauling on the pipe and letting the smoke curl out of my mouth, and finally nodded. “Ok, but only your strain inside me until I convert… right? I want yours to be the one to convert me.” They both nodded, looking pleased at my response. Mike grabbed my pipe, before locking lips with me and kissing me deeply, swapping smoke with me. Greg did the same, and after we all finished our pipes, they set them aside, and we all laid back down and shut off the lights. As I laid there, drifting to sleep in their arms, I let my mind wander into slumber as to what I could expect in the near future.

This phenomena is real. I have more than a few ostensibly bottom guys who love to fuck me and I'm pretty sure I get what's happening. These guys feel a lot of pressure around topping and expectation and have been defaulting to bottoming to avoid it. When I meet a guy like this and there's a connection, we make out and talk and I lower the stakes so that anything we do is just fun. Meeting sexy guys where they are and supporting them allows them to let go and just let their lust flow. When they can't get hard or can't penetrate, I smile and roll into sucking them so filthy that they realize it's no big deal. More than one of these men has become a regular and they enjoy how they feel like a different man when we connect and fuck. Being empathetic is what every sex partner deserves. The same kind of grace is deserved by every man who tops. Desire and arousal is complicated and multifaceted. I pay attention to men's faces and bodies to learn how they feel and find out how I can help them relax and enjoy the moment we're taking. I have a strong drive to turn men on hard and listen to what they say they like as well as what they react and show they like. I've found making a man your sole focus goes a long way to helping them relax and enjoy their lust. Yes, I'm a bottom who loves getting fucked and bred, but my empathy has helped me connect with (a very few) bottom guys and fucked and bred them. One sexy slutty asian bottom with the softest, wettest hole was getting ignored and looking at him I could feel where he was. He was so in need of dick that I started working his nipples and stroking and eating his hole. Eventually I put him in a sling, ate him, and slowly fucked him while other men gathered to watch. When I bred him I pulled on his nipples and told him he was a good boy for everyone to hear. The look on his face told me how much he appreciated my load. There's not much that's worse than a bottom leaving a bathhouse without having been bred. I enjoyed watching a few men using my load as lube to fuck him afterwards. We're not machines. We're not single purpose. Pay attention and that's how you find the amazing moments.

I used to work with a woman who was an absolute train wreck. She knew I am a fag, so I was surprised when she asked me to go to a bar after work one day. As we sat there drinking, she found a way to bring it up in the conversation that her 21-year-old son was still living at home, not going to school or working and recently admitted to her that he was gay. At first, I thought she was about to ask my advice on that, but she ended up taking me to her home to suck her son's dick while she watched. It was a huge turn on for me when her son grabbed my head and pushed deeper as he blew a huge load of jizz down my throat while she played with herself over in the corner. I sucked his dick a few times and he fucked me in the ass without her around after that. He eventually admitted to me that she found out he was gay when she tried to seduce him. 😄 Like I said... she was a train wreck.

I can relate, as I have gotten back into topping a lot in the last year after many years of only rarely topping. Some of my observations have been surprising. One discovery is that while I enjoy topping total bottoms as much as vers guys, I get turned off by bottoms that treat tops like machines. You know how sometimes it's said that the best tops are the ones who have bottomed before? I feel the same is true of the best bottoms: they should have some memory of what topping is like. I blame this lack of empathetic imagination in part on the creeping heteronormativity of biological essentialism on social media that creates an illusion of a top or bottom identity as immutable. Also the apps have been conflated on some level in guys' minds with service delivery apps (taxi, food, etc.); if you want to order a dick in that way, pay a sex worker!

I can piss hard and luv to drop my chem piss in both ends. Esp if a faggot doesn't know I party. I can also control the follow so well that I can stealth piss in a faggots mouth so at first he thinks it's just pre so that I can take charge of his head and really start to release the deluge.

I think we are all releived the professor has finally fucked and wrecked Dan's ass. Hd and Rick just need to convjnce Dan to stop taking his pep. Then theg cab fully corrupt and poz him.

As long as everyone is a legal adult, nothing wrong with it. I still prefer guys 18-25 and I'm in my mid-40s. While I have some fuck buddies in their 30s-50s, I would rather fuck and get fucked by college bois. (For the record, I will not touch anyone under 18 as I have no desire for that kind of shit storm.) Part of what I like about it is I almost always meet a few every year who have done nothing, or almost nothing with guys. Popping their cherry, or at least giving them their first, full experience with another guy is a major turn on. Nothing like an older guy guiding a boi into becoming the little fag he was meant to be, lol.

Yes there are more bottoms where I live also. But I also find it to be true that many bottoms are not ready when they should be and they are not slutty enough. So when you’re the slutty reliable bottom and you’re offline enough to make you in demand when you’re online you’ll do fine 😉

Fuck my ass and call me done. Ray is a tina whore. He's kinda ok with that. Z will meet and fuck him again. So will his brother. So will their childhood buddy from down the street...And eventually, their High School gym coach. I can't fucking wait!

Today Sunday Feb. 14, 2026 at: - 5:00 AM Sunday. A hot cub at his apartment while his partner was sleeping. (I was informed they have an open relationship and that's all I had to hear.) Huge load that constantly tried to leak out while walking and while on the subway. - 9:00 AM Sunday. After leaving the cubs place at 6:00 AM, and returning to my own place, I took a brief nap. While taking that nap, in my place & in my bed, a former roommate entered the house, walked up the stairs, and found me sleeping. (He has an access code to enter.) I woke from my nap when he shoved his really thick dick in my hole. After flipping me onto my back, and plow fucking me, he dumped his load of cum into my hole. Unusual and thankful for a Saturday. Usually Saturday's are Chores before Man Whores Filling Holes.

Interesting how that desire started for some of us when we were young. I was sneaking into an adult theater when I was 15. No one seemed to care. There wasn't a dark room, but a dimly lighted "lounge" in the basement. Just bend over one of the old, worn chairs and get fucked. It thrilled me not to know who fucked me. Still does all these years later.

I’m pretty sure I’ve spotted my niece’s new boyfriend on sniffles. He’s a sexy AF muscle dude with a mustache and a fine swimmers body and tan to match. There’s just enough of his body and lower part of his face that really seems like it could be him. He lives in a nearby town and works at a particular spot in the city. He pops up occasionally on the map in those two locations. He’s a bareback bottom according to his profile, with a gorgeous ass for taking cock. It’d be so hot to meet up in an ass up anon scene where I could breed him without him knowing. I’d fuck him so hard and deep. This guy makes me so hard every time I see him, which is pretty regularly as we’re a tight family and hang out a lot.

I posted for a group on sniffies and was ass taking loads when a coworker showed up and took a turn I was nervous as hell but he never said anything at work we have hooked up a few times since

When I was 18 and a Senior in HS I created my 1st Grindr account, right away I Saw so many Dads of people I went to school with, I did End up getting fucked by a lot of them.

I never tried to find a reason for it, but love having strangers fuck me. The theater that I go to for sex has a dark room. Getting fucked without knowing who fucked me is hot. I started doing this at 16 and I’m still going strong.

I've always been a short, I'm only 5'7" tall, but bigger guy (200-255 lbs depending on my age and other stuff). When bear came along it really helped my self-esteem. People sought me out for my looks which didn't happen so much in the 80s when I first came out and twinks ruled (and I starved myself down to 155 lbs which was not cute on me, body shit is weird). One of the nicest things someone ever said to me was at 4AM at Burning Man in the early 00s. We were naked, rolling on Ecstasy, snuggling under the covers after fucking and he reached over, rubbed my stomach and said "I LOVE your hairy belly!" That made my week. I still remember it 20 years later. He was a super hot, short otter guy (one of my types). So imagine my shock when around the same time back in San Francisco someone rejected me for not being fat enough. OK. Sure, dude. I laughed about it (not to his face, obviously, I'm not a monster). He was a fit muscle guy but was into really large bears. I didn't take it personally, we all have our preferences. He wasn't unkind. I think that's the trick. Be nice about it. Just say "we're not a good fit." You don't need to TELL the person why you're rejecting them. If you do that's kinda rude, TBH.

I woke up and went into the office. Professor Post and some of the other staff were there. We had another meeting in his office to plan the field trip in a few weeks. We were finalizing the list and he was going over the importance of each part of the town, some of the places we would visit and the lecture overview. He didn't finish the final list and asked if I could stop by at the end of the day to discuss it as I was in charge of logistics and we were a little behind schedule in contacting the places. I agreed. I went to my classes and at then hung out at a coffee shop and did some homework. Just before 5p I went back to work to stop by with Professor Post. When I got there the secretary and another student employee were still there. I went into his office and he was wearing his cycling outfit already. It was little different as his shorts seemed tighter and more revealing. His cock was hard and when I walked in it was not easy not to look. I also looked at his balls which looked huge and more outlined. He saw and smiled at me. We talked and he shared the list he was looking at. It was an art gallery, a dilapidated warehouse used for community events and rally's, a bar and a restaurant. They were in a more run-down part of town that also had some seedy part including the ABS I went to. As things were finalized, he told me to follow up with them to set up tours. I told him I would work on it tomorrow. As we finished up he said he like working with me and hope I enjoyed it too. I said I did and he mentioned he hoped me and other students would learn more about the underserved parts of our town. I told him I looked forward to it too. As were sitting across from each other with no table I could see his cock and would glance on occasion when I thought he wasn't looking. I also was getting hard from looking at him and the smell of him. The A/C shuts off at 5p and it started to get stuffy with his scent. I inhaled. "Sorry if I smell, I didn't take a shower this morning after cycling in or last night" he said looking at me also looking down at my crotch. I was wearing my usual running shorts and they were at mid thigh at this point and my cock was pushing out a bit. "No you don't smell bad at all". I said "I am glad" he said smiling I asked if were done and he said yes so I left using my notepad to hide my erection. I went back to my desk to put my notebook back and check my emails. I rubbed my cock which was hard. Professor Post came in the back to my desk. "Here is one more place I would like to add" he said handing me a paper. It was a health clinic in the area that helped the underserved, LGBTQ and HIV population. I said I would add it to the list. As I looked back to him my eyes scanned his crotch area to see the outline of his now rock-hard cock that was pushing out of his shorts. It looked like he also pulled up the shorts above his waist so his balls were on full display. Also is scent was strong. He saw me look. "Everything ok and look in order" he said smiling stepping closer to me. Now his crotch was about 18 inches away from me. "Yes I said I will add this place to the list" I said back looking up at him. I could see him stare at my crotch. "Professor Post you back here" said the secretary walking back. They both walked away to go the front office. I left work and went to the campus pool and went for a swim. I did laps and it felt good to exercise and clear my mind. I picked up pizza on the way home and ate dinner had some beers and watched TV. Rick texted me. R-what you up to D-watching tv. You? R- drinking at the bar of my hotel. D- no lucky guy getting your cock tonight? R- maybe. I have two guys one 19 and the other 28. Fuck how does this guy do it. Actually what am I saying, I know how he does it. D- where are you meeting these guys? R- manhunt and bbrt D- what are those R- lol...gay hook up apps D- Oh I googled them. One was a gay hook up and the other the same but for bareback sex. D-what's your profile name? R-HUNGPOZTOP4BRDG D-Really? I created an account and looked him up while I texted with him R- yes. How do you think I get so many guys contacting me R- I don't hide it D- That's mind-blowing I finally found his account. It was him and very sexy. HUNGPOSTOP4BRDG Older experienced hung POZ top for breeding bottoms. You be a hot hole looking to get filled by POZ charged cum. High VRL here. Not on meds. No condoms. Looking for good time with bottoms. Non PREP to front of the line. Prefer under 40 yrs old. Virgins to the front. I can open you open and make your pussy sing. Then there were pics. All of his body and his hung hard cock. One with cum oozing out and another two with him in a bottom and one more with the bottom with cum leaking from their ass. My cock was raging hard right now. D- you there? I waited 5 minutes. R- sorry meeting up with one of them now. R- Image (It was a pick of what looked like a thin younger dude. Face blocked. Tight body and he was bent over with cum leaking out of his ass. D- Wow that was quick. You came in him already. R- No he pre-lubed himself. D- which one you with? R- 19 yr old. His first time with POZ top:) R- TTYL I was jealous of that kid.

4. Jake licked the cum from his lips and smiled up at the sweating bear. The thick humid air of the sauna had a heavy musk to it now. Jake was naked, kneeling on the floor. The big older man smacked his delating cock on Jake’s lips. The he thanked the horny slut in a low rumbling voice and left. Pleased with himself, Jake moved back to the bench where he’d left his towel and sat back down. He lent back against the wooden wall of the room and closed his eyes for a moment. Twenty days had passed since he’d first met Sir. He hadn’t touched his cock in almost three weeks. The only way he’d been able to cum was by bashing his prostate until thick spunk leaked from his straining cage. Cumming through his cage, however, didn’t come with the same relief that a normal orgasm did. Quite the opposite. The pleasure he got fucking a load out of himself (or having it fuck out of him) was overwhelming and intoxicating, and addicting. Each time it happened he craved it more. Instead of feeling satiated he felt hornier and more desperate to get fucked. Getting fucked by Adam, having someone from his real life know the transformation he was undergoing, had been like the breaking of a dam. His nerves were gone. Someone he knew, his friend, had found him on the app; had flirted with him; and untimely got him to confess his becoming a caged horny sub slut for a monster cock. More than that his friend had pounded him into oblivion and sent him home with a massive load him. What more was there to lose? Adam quickly became a regular fuck buddy like Mike. Between the two of them Jake’s hole was never empty of spunk. Yet that wasn’t enough. He’d kept cruising the apps, finding more men to fuck him. He invited them to is house. He traveled to different boroughs for big enough dick. He’d become what Adam called a cockslut. He didn’t really care who it was attached to, he just wanted to get fucked. Sir had been the one to tell him about the sauna and gotten him a membership to the gym. “There’s nothing sluttier than servicing a man where anyone could catch you,” Sir had said, as he plunged a massive dildo in and out of Jake’s hole. “That’s the kind of slut who’s worthy of taking my meat.” Jake had gone to the gym right after Sir had told him about it. He’d worked out just enough to feel like it wasn’t completely obvious why he was there. Then he’d gone to the sauna. He’d been shocked by how easy it was to pick up guys there. The bear he’d just blown had actually been the third. The first, a smooth muscle jock with massive nipples and a wickedly upcurved dick, had basically just taken off his towel and shaken it at Jake as soon as they made eye contact. Jake, still in his towel had gone over and started sucking the guy. He hadn’t seen the second guy come in but he soon felt hands on his hips and his towel drop to the floor. The second guy hadn’t even say anything too him, he just started rubbing his already had cock on Jake’s hole. “Fuck me,” he’d said without looking over his shoulder. The guy didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He’s spat on Jake’s hole an pushed his cock deep inside. The fuck had been fast, the unseen man holding Jake’s hips tight and pounding feverously. Sweat had dripped from all three of theme in the hot room. Soon the unseen man started to grunt and pant. Jake knew what was coming. With one last hard thrust he buried his cock in Jake and shot his load. Jake felt the now familiar and needed warmth of cum being pumped into his guts. Then the guy pulled out, smacked Jake on the ass and left. The first guy had pulled Jake off his cock then and spun him around. Jake landed on his lap, facing out into the room. He sat down hard on the jock’s cock and rode him. The jock held onto his hips, guiding him up and down. Jake ground his hips back. He felt the pressure building inside him. It was almost like he had to pee. It welled up, filling him, becoming an unstoppable floor. Right as the jock forced himself up into Jake to unload, the flood crashed over the dams inside Jake and cock bubbled from the tip of his cage. It spilled down his balls and dripped onto the floor. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He was shaking as the Jake pumped his spasming cock in and out of him. “Fuck, thanks man,” the jock said, pushing Jake off his cock. “Any time,” Jake said, grabbing his towel off the floor and tossing it over his shoulder. “I’m usually here around this time Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Maybe I’ll see you again.” Then the jock left. Jake had gone back to the bench, assuming that was all the action he was going to get. Then the bear had walked in, and immediately dropped his towel. There had been a few silent moments before he locked eyes with Jake and started stroking. Without saying a word Jake had gone over to him, gotten on his knees and sucked the cum from his cock. As Jake recounted the story to Sir the next night the older man twisted four fingers in and out of his hole. It was easy now. He barely needed any warm up before three fingers slipped inside him. The fourth just felt like a easy stretch. Sir looked admiringly at the lips forming around Jake’s hole. In just a few weeks Jake had transformed his hole from a tight seldom used pucker to a welcoming pussy. He bent his thumb in and pressed his spear shaped fingers against Jake’s ring. Jake watched in the mirror above the sling and Sir’s knuckles butted up against his hole. He whimpered and pushed out as Sir had instructed him over and over again. He felt himself stretch. He closed his eyes, willing himself open. There was a moment of impossible tension before his hole gave way and his body opened up. Jake felt himself bloom like a rose. His hole expanded and Sir’s fist slipped inside him. “Oh my God!” Jake screamed. He felt hot. Sweat sprung up all over his body. It was unlike anything he’d ever known. His toys were one thing, but being stretched around Sir’s hand was another. It was like he’s passed some new threshold. He reached a new level. Sir smiled down at his toy. He watched the shock and pleasure wash over Jake’s face as he pulled his hand back and then slipped it in again. It was easier the second time. Jake’s hole had learned over the past three weeks how to give in. “Good boy. Good boy,” Sir cooed as he fisted Jake. “That’s it. Fucking sweet. Your hole looks so fucking hot stretched around my fist.” “Oh my God Sir! It feels so good!” Jake was shaking a little. He couldn’t focus. He was overloaded with pleasure. He felt the pressure in his groin again. He thought he was going to cum having Sir’s fist inside him. Then with a sudden spurt something else happened. Hot piss shot out of his caged and splattered across his stomach. “Fuck! I’m sorry Fuck I can’t… I can’t stop!” Jake cried as he pissed all over his own torso. “Don’t stop yourself boy. Give in. That’s what your body wants to do. Fuck yeah. So fucking hot. Having my fist in your hole was too much for you boy, wasn’t it? Couldn’t even control your bladder anymore. Fuck that’s so hot. You hot fucking slut!” “Fuck! Thank you!” “Good boy.” Sir got Jake out of the sling and took him over to the bed. He laid the boy on his back squatting over his face. “Suck my cock boy. Choke it down and work my load out.” Jake had gotten good at taking Sir’s cock in his mouth, as much as that was possible. He greedily swallowed the tip, and wrapped his lips around the shaft. He stroked from the base with one hand and cupped Sir’s massive balls with the other. Sir grabbed Jake’s hips and bent him upwards. He fingered the boy’s upturned hole again working back up to his fist. Jake whimpered and groaned as he swallowed Sir. Just as Sir felt his load boiling over he pushed his fist back into Jake’s hole stretching him wide. His cock spasmed and a flood of hot cum pumped into Jake’s eager mouth. He could feel the boy’s hole tighten and twitch around his wrist. Through ragged breaths Sir said, “That’s it boy. That’s it. You’re almost ready now. Good boy.” The next day Jake reported to Sir’s place a 7pm sharp as instructed. He used his key to open the front door and then strip off. He was nervous. Sir hadn’t told him what he was planning he’d just given Jake very specific instructions when they’d kissed at the front door the night before. “Tomorrow, 7pm don’t be late. Let yourself in, take off your clothes and come down into the basement. I’ve got a surprise planned.” Jake made his way through the now familiar house to the basement door. He heard the low rumble of music, and what he thought might be voices. Maybe Sir had some sort of video playing he thought as he opened the door. Nervous as to what he was going to find in the play room, Jake descended the stairs. The playroom was full of people. Men of all sorts, different ages, different body types were milling around all of them naked or almost naked. For a second Jake just looked around in shock. “Good you’re on time,” Sir’s voice said, booming above the din. “Gent’s meet our guest of honor.” Appearing out of the crowd Sir swooped up to Jake and caught him tight around the middle. He pulled the boy close to him and kissed him hard on the lips. He felt Jake melt into him, the tension leaving the boy’s body. “These men are going to get you ready for me,” he said in a low voice so only Jake could hear. “They’re going to fuck you, and pump your sweet hole full of cum and then you’ll be ready for me. Tonight you’re going to finally take my cock inside your sweet hole. All your hard work will pay off and you will finally be my slut.” “Fuck,” Jake whispered. He felt almost light headed being so close to finally getting what he’d wanted so long. “Is that what you want boy?” He took Jake’s hand and put it on his bulging jock. “Yes Sir. Fuck. I want it so bad. I want to be your slut so badly! Its all I want Sir! Please! Please fuck me!” “Good boy, get in the sling so my friends can stretch you out.” Jake, with the help of a few of the men, clambered into the sling. Cuffs were attached to his wrists and ankles. Then the cuffs were linked to the chains of the sling. He looked up in the mirror at himself, immobilized in a sling, naked with his cock locked in a cage so small his balls completely obscured his nub. Four weeks ago he’d never have imagined he’d be here. He could never have imagined wanting this. Now it was all he wanted. He wanted Sir’s cock, that was his ultimate goal, but he wanted these other men too. He wanted them to fuck him. He knew it as soon as Sir said it. He wanted all of them inside him. Jake the vanilla top was gone, there was no bringing him back, and Jake didn’t want to. He worried a little about what would happen when Chris came back in a week, but he pushed that out of his mind. What Chris would say was a problem for future Jake. The first man stepped up between Jake’s legs. He was tall and dark with a square face. His broad chest bristled with hair, and large silver rings hung from his nipples. He rubbed his cock between Jake’s cheeks. “Do it,” Jake said in a horny breathless voice, “Fuck me!” Jake really had no idea how many guys were there. He’d been counting at first. After the first guy came a short man with a wide cock and blunt head. Then the older guy with the long uncut dick. There was a couple, one tall with a curved dick one short with a narrow dick. They’d taken turns on him, one fucking his face while the other plowed his hole. Then there was the guy who looked like he barely 18. Thin with floppy hair and a few whips of chest hair. He’d whipped out a fat purple cock from his cock and pounded Jake with an inexperienced ferocity. He came quickly, pumping a massive load into Jake’s hungry hole. There were the two who looked like brothers; then a nervous looking guy with wide shoulders and a slight gut; the gym bunny, and then nerd still wearing his glasses. Somewhere between the tenth and fifteenth guy Jake lost count. Eventually he was moved to the bed where he was pulled down on top of a trim hairy guy in his forties. The guy slipped his cock inside Jake’s abused hole and then held him tight to his chest. Another guy got behind Jake and pushed his cock head against Jake’s hole. For a second it felt like it wouldn’t fit. Then his hole gave way and Jake was double penetrated. The two tops moaned together as the used Jake’s ass. Jake whimpered and begged them both for their loads. The guy behind Jake came first. As soon as he pulled out another guy took his place. Sir watched, never far from Jake’s side, rubbing his bulge. He whispered encouragement in Jake’s ear, and told him how proud he was of him. He told Jake how sexy he looked stretched around all these men’s cocks. He told Jake how much he wanted to fuck him. Jake thanked him, and begged him to finally fuck him. He looked Sir right in the eyes and said, “I need it. I need your cock. I need to be yours!” Mike was now under Jake, his cock stuffed in his hole next to a wiry ginger’s. “Give him your load,” Sir said, his voice thick with lust, “Lube up my sluts hole. It’s time.” That pushed Mike and the ginger over the edge. They both bucked up into Jake and almost at the same time shot their loads. Sir disentangled Jake from the other men and led him back over to the sling. He helped him up into it. No restraints this time. Sir bent over Jake and kissed him. It was a tender kiss, full of meaning and heavy need. “Are you ready boy?” Sir said, his voice quiet. “Yes. God yes! Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “Good boy.” Sir dropped his straining jock and let his monster flop out. He dropped it onto Jake’s body, covering his balls and tiny numb. The shinning, precum slip head reached well past Jake’s belly button and up to his sternum. It looked even bigger against his body. That didn’t change what Jake wanted. “Please,” he said, looking at Sir with desperation. That was it. That was the cue that he had truly broken the boy. Sir lubed up his cock and placed the head against Jake’s cum filled hole. Jake was burning. He tried to keep his body relaxed, but he was nervous and excited. He felt the familiar pressure of a cock head against his ring, but Sir’s cock was so much more than a normal cock. It felt impossible. Despite having taken a fist the day before, spent the entire night stretched around a fat plug, and having just been pulled off of two cock, Sir’s cock felt impossibly big. “Close your eyes.” Sir said, his voice soft but commanding. “This first time, close your eyes and picture me inside you.” Jake did as he was told. He closed his eyes and pictured Sir’s cock slipping into him. In his imagination he could see himself in the mirror, spread out in the sling, his hole opening easily. He imagined Sir’s mammoth girth slipping inside him as if it were a normal cock. In his mind there was no resistance, he had no difficulty opening up for Sir. He felt the pressure of Sir’s cock increase. He thought about how good it would feel. He imagined it being easy. The pressure increased and then it was gone. He felt himself stretch. His hole gaped wide and swallowed Sir’s pumped silicone filled cock head. “That’s it.” Sir said, rubbing Jake’s chest soothingly. “That’s it boy. You’re doing it.” Jake opened easily now. His body knew what to do, and it released itself. Sir sank deeper and deeper inside Jake’s warm guts. He felt the cum of his friends coating his monster shaft as he pushed inside. All around him the other guys watched Jake take Sir for the first time. The room was almost silent except for Jakes constant uncontrollable whimpers. “Fuck! Holy fuck! It feels so good! God! Fuck you’re just so big! It’s so big Sir. It feels so good though! Fuck! Fuck! Take me! Please, take me! Make me your slut Sir! I need it. I need you to fuck me! I need you to breed me. Finally! Please I need it.” Sir grabbed Jake’s hips and started fucking the first half of his cock into the boy’s steadily opening hole. He pushed a little deeper with each thrust, forcing more and more of himself inside. Jake opened easily. His body needed Sir inside it as much as his mind did. The two of them were moaning. Jake’s constant begging cries became unintelligible as Sir sunk to the hilt. “That’s it boy. Im all the way inside you. All that training payed off. You took my monster.” Holding the chains of the sling Sir swung Jake back and forth. His thrusts crashing against Jake as he swung back each time. Jake had never imagined it would feel this good. It was more than he could understand. He was overwhelmed. He saw stars burst in front of his eyes, and he clocked a strange guttural sound being forced from his lips each time Sir bottomed out in him again. He’d become just a hole. His cock, locked away and leaking, had become irrelevant, and now that Sir was inside him so had everything else. He almost forgot they had an audience. All he could think about was how good it felt to finally have Sir inside him, and how much he wanted Sir’s load. Sweat curled through Sir’s chest hair in little rivers. It dripped down onto Jake’s body. They were both red in the face. Musk hung in the air all around them, fueling them like poppers. “God this hole feels so good. My new pussy. Fuck! A freshly trained cunt desperate for my load. Fuck boy. That’s what you want isn’t it?” “Yes Sir!” “Say it! Tell me what you want slut!” “Your load Sir! Please! Fucking breed me!” “That’s right faggot! Take my fucking load!” Sir roared like a lion. His head tilted back, his eyes closed tight. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense as his balls pulled tight to his cock. He pulled Jake to him, cramming every inch of his dick into the boy. Jake thought he felt Sir’s cock swell before the hot liquid poured into him. It pumped and pumped until Jake thought he was so full it would come out of his nose. Cum erupted form Jake’s cage spattering his body. His body shook and his chest heaved. In his head there was a dull buzzing. Then it all seemed to stop, and quiet contentment washed over him. He had Sir’s cock inside him. He’d just taken Sir’s load. He’d done it. He’d proven himself. He had become Sir’s boy. Epilogue The other guys soon left them, a few shooting their loads over the spent Jake before they left. Then Sir helped Jake out of the sling and took him upstairs. They showered together, Sir gently cleaning off Jake’s tired body. Then the fell into the big bed they’d shared the first night and slept. Sometime in the early hours Sir woke to Jake pushing himself back on him. He’d gotten hard in his sleep, and Jake had worked his battered hole onto the tip. Sir wrapped a big arm around the boy and pulled him close. His cock sunk into Jake’s ass and he slowly fucked another load into him. They fell asleep like that, Sir’s cock wresting right at the entrance to Jake’s ass. Just as he’d promised the next morning Sir’ asked Jake if he wanted his cock unlocked. Jake didn’t even hesitate before he empathically said no. He wanted to be Sir’s boy. “What does that mean for your boyfriend?” Sir asked. “I thought you were the top? It would be hard to explain the cage even as a bottom.” “Honestly I don’t really know yet.” Jake said, with a nervous grin. He’d felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest he was so nervous going over to Chris’s place the night he got back. He still didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to break up. He knew that much. He also knew that he couldn’t be who he had been. They would need to be something new if anything was going to work out. “It was fun. I mean dinner theatre is always kinda terrible, but the cast was cool. Not that I ever need to do Hairspray again. Seriously. How many times can you be a Nicest Kid in Town while inching closer and closer to thirty.” Christ was info dumping as he unpacked and Jake say on his bed. When Jake didn’t laugh at his joke he turned to look at his boyfriend. “What’s up?” “Well… look… there’s something I have to tell you.” “Ok…” “I don’t really know where to start. I guess, first… This story is gonna be kinda shocking, but also its important you remember I still want to be with you….” “Ok…. What are you talking about…” “Maybe it’s better if I just show you.” Hands shaking Jake stood up and pulled down his pants. He hesitated for a second and then shoved the briefs he was wearing down too. Christ stared, not really understanding what he was seeing at first. “Are you wearing a cock cage?” “Ok… so that’s the story. When you first went out of town I went out with the guys…” Jake explained everything, at first keeping it vague not wanting to overwhelm Chris. Then he noticed the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. As he described his first time going over to Mike’s house he got more and more explicit. He described Mike pulling the plug from his hole and licking around his stretched ass. He repeated Mike’s words about it being one thing to take his cock when Sir was watching but another when Sir wasn’t there. He told Chris about Mike summoning him back to his apartment the next day and the next. Then he told Chris about getting back on the hook up apps and changing his preferences. He paused before admitting that the first person he found was Adam, but by now Chris was obviously trying to keep his hands away from his bulging crotch. Jake told him about Adam becoming a regular fuck buddy, about the other men Sir sent him to service, about picking up more guys on the apps. He described his trips to the sauna, and then finally the orgy Sir arranged for him. “I really have no idea how many guys were there. I gave up counting. They just kept coming and fucking me. Then the pulled me onto the bed and two of them double penetrated me. After the first guy came another slammed right in. I just stayed on top of the same guy and a bunch of them stuffed me with him. I felt so fucking loose. That’s when Sir finally decided I was ready. “He took me back to sling and told me to close my eyes. He had me imagine being able to take him and then suddenly… he was inside me.” Chris was openly rubbing his crotch as Jake described the bliss he felt finally taking Sir’s load. After Jake finished Chris was silent for a long moment before saying, “So… you’re his boy now?” “I… I guess yeah. Which I know changes things for us, and that maybe you’re not… I don’t know. I am sorry. I just…” “When did he last fuck you?” “This morning…” “Do you still have his load inside you?” Chris didn’t quite sound angry, Jake couldn’t place his tone. “I… yeah.” “On your hands and knees. Show me what you’ve done to your hole faggot.” Jake blinked, surprised, but did as Chris instructed. He got on the bed on his hands and knees and presented his hole to Chris. For a moment nothing happened and then he heard the sound of clothes being shushed. Looking over his shoulder Jake watched Christ strip off. Without saying another word Chris got behind Jake, spat on his hole and shoved his cock inside Jake’s ass. Christ wasn’t small but he certainly was smaller than Sir. His dick sunk into Jake’s hole with ease. “Fucking ruined faggot hole. Fuck! I never wanted to top because I hate fucking with condoms. I’m gonna enjoy keeping this fucking cunt lubed up for Sir.”

Damn thats hot buddy. I went away on a cycling trip, away from the wife and met another road cyclist. who was also on a cycling trip away from his. At the cafe his leg kep bumping into mine and we talked about how our wives were just not wanting sex. I told him i had to go to the bathroom. Whilst in there he followed and next you know i had his cock in my mouth. He then pulled down my cycling bibs, spat on his cock and shoved in my hole raw. Only took him a couple of minutes to flood my arse. I put my cycling bibs back on with cum leaking into my chamois. We organised for him to come and stay at my hotel and he fucked me all night dumping multiple loads in me over the next few days. We road togther and fucked at some amazing spots whilst cycling. Was damn hot. Went home to the wife my guts filled with cum.

TL;DR: If you fuck, don't put side in your profiles. Yes, and the vast majority of men are misusing the term side because they have also selected either top or bottom. Sides don't have penetrative sex. At all. It's the reason the definition was created. If you fuck at all, you're not a side. If you are a side, you never fuck. Even if a guy has top as well as side in his profile, I've learned from experience not to reach out. If they reach out to me with fucking on their mind I'll be up front that fucking is the main event.

It’s Sir Peter

Stop playing now, so you can live to play long into the future.

Yes. It was bad enough I deleted my profile from it and Grinder will join it in March when my subscription runs out, for the same reason. Part of this is that most apps and site go through the phases of popularity to has-been, as guys move on to the next trendy site. Anyone remember gay.com? Orr Manhunt? Right now I use sniffies, Scruff and the fisters site, asspig; the latter is one of the rare ones that remains popular in spite of its time in existence.

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Finally! Love that he got plowed by the Professor. It was everything I hoped it would be.

He did you a favor. NEVER FUCK REPUBLICANS. They don't deserve your hole.

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Doug Mandle was a physician at his own general practice in a small office park. The tall older gentleman sported a salt and pepper beard, a nice warm smile, and a dark side. Doug often took more from his patients than they expected or knew. The visit started simply enough. An eighteen year old boy named Oliver had scheduled an appointment in the morning for a flu shot and a physical and doug was only too happy to oblige when he saw the sandy blonde walk into the waiting room. He had cleared his schedule in anticipation of the visit, and made sure he had at least a few hours to tend to the boy. "so youre oliver!" doug smiled. "lets get started. itll be easier if we get going on the physical first i think. Take off your shirt and your pants." Oliver obeyed and unquestioningly trusted the fatherly doctors instruction. "hop up on the table ollie and just lie back." Oliver waited patiently as the doctor loaded a syringe and began swabbing his pale arm. "I havent seen many cases of the flu this year but its always good to catch up on vaccinations." The doctor plunged the needles contents into ollies arm. "Just lie back while i take a few notes" Ollie relaxed as he began to feel the room gently spin. "mufwaahh" he asked, as the doctor returned to stroke his hair. "thats a boy. nothing to worry about now lets just relax" Doug set and mounted the stirrups onto the table as he tugged olivers underwear off to explose his cock and balls. "very nice ollie, I bet you drive the ladies craaazy with that dont you?" Oliver raised his hand toward Doug, who gently guided it back to the table as he set the boys legs into the stirrups. "perfect. youre doing just great ollie." olivers mind was spinning. why couldnt he move? his arms and legs felt like clay. Doug pulled out his phone and set it on the countertop. Recording his little sessions for later was always a lucrative past time for the man. "now then, think happy thoughts for me, nice pretty girls yes? maybe some nice pretty boys too?" Doug began stroking the boys foreskin up and down his cock. "dont fight it now ollie just a little more" the doctor gripped and stroked the boys nuts in the other hand and Olivers cock began to stand to attention. Semihard, Doug stopped. "good boy ollie, now be brave for me, this next part makes our little movie very valuable." Oliver could barely hold his head up as the doctor reached into a drawer and removed a fresh catheter, liberally lubricating it and slipping it into the boys sensitive piss slit. "mmmgh" ollie grunted as the doctor seated the long tube inside him. "very good. im inside you now Ollie but we still have one more place to go boy" The doctor ran his rough lubricated digit around Olivers asshole, and then slipped the catheter tube inside. "We have to clean you out baby. dont worry, ill do all the work for you. Just lie back and dont fight." Doug opened the valve on the catheter as Olivers bright yellow piss flowed through the tube and into his own ass. Oliver huffed and moaned. "I know baby, feels warm in there doesnt it? youre doing great, just a little more." Finally spent, Oliver felt the catheter being slid from his cock and the clunk of dougs belt as it hit the floor along with his pants, revealing his nine inch uncut cock. doug sighed as he worked the catheter into the dripping piss slit of his own cock. "We're going to get to know each other really well Oliver." Doug released his own piss into the boys tight ass and smiled at his handywork. "Youre going to have so much fun making movies with me ollie. once we get you all nice and clean ill turn your butt," doug paused to slip the catheter out of both of them and set a bucket under the boys splayed legs. "into a beautiful pussy." Oliver shook his head from side to side in protest, "yes baby a pretty pink pussy with big puffy lips. Youll be a pretty girl for all the boys to fuck." A tear ran down Olivers as the doctor began massaging the boys firm lower abs and tight pink hole. "oh dont be upset. you might not like it now but I just know youre going to love it soon. Big finish now ollie, I know youre all full of piss so lets just let it all out for the camera" Ollie shook his head in protest as the doctor watched a dribble of brown liquid escape the boys ring. "dont fight it sweetie, the nice people paid to watch you get nice and clean so lets just relax and let it all out." Oliver groaned as he slowly gave in to the doctors firm circular motions and emptied himself into the bucket. "very good baby! youre pretty clean down there. Are you sure you dont already have some pretty young man of your own hmm? maybe a nice pretty boy with a big hard cock" Doug returned to the boys cock, rubbing a glob of clear lubricant into the shaft and continuing to stroke the boy as he teased him. "I'll find out soon enough sweetie. I can always tell if a boys been playing with other boys ollie." Ollie mewed in protest as doug dipped his middle finger into the boys slick hole "oh its nothing to be ashamed of sweetie, its really the best part of being a boy. Big dicks in your pretty little butt make you cum hard" Doug pressed hard on Olivers sensitive prostate and was rewarded with a glob of precum from the head. "see ollie? your pretty little butt made that happen. Although I have to say its a good thing we found eachother. This five inch cock of yours has no place fucking other boys. Its really best if we just get started on that new pussy for you." With that, doug moved the bucket and stood between the boys legs. "That sedative should help a little, but real men have real big cocks Ollie, so youre going to need to give a little push sweetie so i can get inside." Doug pressed his cock against the boys hole and looked into his dull, glassy green eyes. "push" he whispered, as ollie reluctantly complied and dougs red knob slipped into the tight ring. "oh ollie, youre a virgin! how lovely." doug pulled back and slipped in again, feeding another inch inside the boys protesting hole. "mmmgghh" oliver groaned. "I know ollie it feels strange, but once I get inside i promise youll feel better." doug quietly worked the boys hole for another twenty minutes until his balls kissed Olivers pale white ass cheeks and the boy sighed deeply. "there you go ollie im in you nice and deep now. how does your first big man inside feel?" Oliver rolled his head to the side and grunted. "you know what happens next ollie" Doug began gently fucking the tight virgin hole, "cum?" Olliver mumbled as he slowly rocked back and forth on the table. "thats right baby, your little butt is going to get a nice little gift. You see sweetie we're also going to take you from HIV negative to positive." Ollies breathing became rapid. he had to find a way out as his eyes scanned the room, but his body wouldnt budge. "noh...no" the boy moaned as he jostled about the table. "yes ollie just relax. a few warm squirts in your guts and its all over. Im going to make your pussy so beautiful Ollie." Doug stroked the boys dribbling cock as his balls tightened. "atta boy ollie, dont think about the gift sweetie, just focus on that big hard cock in your body and let nature take its course." Oliver gritted his teeth and groaned. He knew what was coming and he was powerless to fight it as his cock spewed a fountain of teenage cum across his chin and chest. He'd never cum like this in his entire young life, and here he was, impaled on the biggest cock he had ever seen outside of a porno, as the most powerful orgasm of his adult life ripped through his body. "here it comes ollie" Doug pushed deep and oliver grunted as he felt the older mans powerful cock kicking deep in his guts. "just a few more squirts baby almost done" doug soothed the boy as he slowly pulled his cock out of the battered hole and reached for a specimen jar. "Last clean load baby. Sometimes people need a little cum during fertility treatment. this saves me some cash and hey, you get to be a mystery daddy in the process." Oliver felt betrayed as the doctor collected the remainder of his seed and prepared another injection. "see you in a couple of hours sweetie" the doctors voice rang in his ears as he passed out. "Oliver?" the boy roused from the table and looked about the room. completely clean, not a single item out of place, and no trace of Doug. "what..happened?" "oh you passed out after your flu shot. Happens sometimes. i guess you must just not like needles very much." the male nurse chuckled. "my butt." he winced. "yep, Doug did most of your physical while you were out cold, checking for lumps and what not. That discomfort should go away in a few hours." Oliver rose to his feet and wandered back down the hall. "Oliver!" boomed the mans voice as he spun around on his heels. it was doug, clipboard and a smile. "Hey buddy! just wanted to say everything checks out and youre doing great. Let me know if you have any side effects from that flu shot and we'll check you out" "thanks" oliver smiled, and headed out the door.

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Excellent premise and beginning! Looking forward to more.

Great story!

Part 5 I stand in front of the mirror and still can’t believe the big biohazard tattoo between my shoulders is real. Jamie, the tattoo artist was wonderful, he talked to me for hours and created the perfect reminder of my journey to become poz. The tattoo combines the colour change of Doctor John, the red thorn branch of Patrick and the golden circle in the centre for Liam. I knew that Liam had some gold in his tattoo but couldn’t remember it fully. Lucky me, Jamie knew Liam’s tattoo very well and helped me to incorporate all my gift givers in the design. I was looking at my back and noticed that the tattoo has almost healed completely on the surface, after three weeks it looked magnificent. While I was admiring the artistry my doorbell rang. Without putting a shirt on I walked to the door, only dressed in my grey sweatpants. It was another delivery, but I haven’t ordered anything. ‘Hello Mike, this is from Doctor John, wear it tomorrow night… it is important. I will see you there’ The delivery man handed me the package and turned around to leave, I didn’t know what just happened. ‘Hey’ I called after him ‘What does this mean?’ He turned around, lifted his right shirt sleeve and revealed a beautiful biohazard tattoo ‘You will see, bye’ And off he went, leaving me puzzled and with a now yearning cock in the open door. I open the package and find two white leather wristbands inside. One has my name on it, Mike B. Chase, while the other carries the full name of John Hunter aka Doctor John. Under the wristbands is a note from him: Wear these tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at 8pm, be ready. J I am confused as fuck, but I never disobeyed Doctor John, so tomorrow night something special is going to happen. Doctor John parks the car in front of a gay night club I know very well but never visited on a Tuesday as it is their closing day. Doctor John steps out of the car and I follow suit; he grabs me by the neck and gives me a kiss on the cheek. We stand in front of the door, and everything looks dark, I don’t think it’s open. With a small nod to me and a quick look at the two wristbands I’m wearing, Doctor John knocks on the door, which is opened by a very handsome nude man. He greets Doctor John with a tight hug and then looks to me. ‘Show me your ticket’ the handsome man says. ‘I… I don’t have a ticket’ ‘Yes, you do’ Doctor John interrupts ‘show him your tattoo’ I take my shirt off and show my back tattoo, without another word the man steps aside to let me in. As I look back at him, I see on his shoulder a scorpion tattoo with a biohazard symbol on the scorpion’s stinger. We enter the club, but the bar is only dimly lit, and no one is there. ‘We need to get undressed here; you are only allowed to wear your wristbands and shoes.’ I strip naked and Doctor John guides me down the stairs, where I start to hear people talk and some seem to moan. I instinctively turned to enter the darkroom, but Doctor John takes me by the hand and guides me to another door, I always assumed was for staff. He walks ahead and as I follow him, I see what lies behind this door. We enter a sex dungeon, but which is larger than any other dungeon or darkroom I have ever seen. It even has its own bar, but that is not the thing catching my eyes. At least a hundred men are in this place and almost half of them are fucking right in the open. I see the delivery man from yesterday, who is spitroasted by two black guys. Liam, the silver haired doctor, is talking to the barman, while a twink, maybe in his early 20s is sucking him off. I think I am in heaven. Doctor John raises his hands, and the room starts to go silent, the fucking stops and all eyes are on us, or more precise on me. ‘Gentlemen today is a special day. We have a new brother under us and it’s his initiation. He decided to put his mark between his shoulders’ Doctor John turns me around to show the men my tattoo an appreciative murmur is going through the crowd. He turns to me ‘Mike this is your brotherhood now and it is time for you to join us irrevocably. You cannot refuse any of us, or you would refuse us all.’ He addresses again the crowd of men ‘Brothers give him your toxic gifts’ Doctor John signals to two guys, who take me by the arms and guide me to a sling in the middle of the dungeon. They put me in it, my hands and feet are getting restraint, and I have no real way to move. They are finished with preparing me and I lie in the middle of this dungeon, completely naked, with hundreds of lusting eyes upon me, my hole ready for the taking. I look down at my rock-hard cock and see a man stepping forward, it is Doctor John. ‘I get top open you up for the others’ He positions himself and without spit or precum he thrusts his cock inside me. My hole shocked by the sensation, but familiar with the cock inside it opens instinctively. As he is fucking me, another man steps forward, and positions himself beside my head. With a firm hold he turns my head to the right, so that his cock can enter my mouth. I taste his toxic precum on my tongue, which I swallow with hunger. Doctor John is getting close to finish, as another man steps up and my head is turned to the left, a new poz cock inside my mouth. With a loud moan Doctor John shoots his toxic load inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my ass another cock is entering me. ‘Give him your toxic load Jamie, charge him up’ one of the men says and it takes me a moment to register the name. My tattoo artist is fucking me now with his poz cock and I moan in ecstasy, within minutes he shoots his load, my second one today. After him one of the black guys that spitroasted the delivery man is pushing his cock inside me and this one is hard to manage. The length of his cock is massive, and he hits deeper with every stroke. But he finishes rather quickly, and his toxic load fills my guts. While I have now two or three new men throat fucking me, another one positions himself at my hole, and this cock I recognise. It is Patrick, who I haven’t seen, but it feels amazing to know he is here amongst us. After that I lost count of the loads and cocks I have taken. I am exhausted, but happy. My hole feels bruised and open, cum is probably dripping out. I have no idea how many times I shot a load, but my stomach is full of cum, but not all of it from me. Suddenly, I feel someone losing the restraints and I open my eyes to see Liam and Doctor John getting ready to take me off the sling. As they put me on my legs, which are quite shaken, Liam turns to me. ‘You did great, what a perfect addition to our brotherhood, but you are not quite finished yet. Now the time has come for you to experience two toxic cocks at once, two toxic doctor’s cocks to be precise’ Liam takes me by the hand, Doctor John following closely. Both guide me to a mattress on the floor, Liam is lying himself on his back and orders me to ride his fully erect, pierced cock. I have some difficulties to get my legs to position rightly, but with some help from Doctor John I am placed perfectly on the cock of this silver daddy. I start to ride his cock, the energy coming back and then need to connect deeper with Liam, so bend forward and envelop him in a lustful kiss. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. Doctor John uses this position to kneel between Liam’s legs and behind my ass. With a slow but determined thrust he slides his cock in my stretched hole. ‘Fuck Mike, you are one of the few, who achieved this stage on their first night. Take our poz cocks, we will load you with our toxic cum for the final fuck tonight’ ‘Fuck me, you two stretch me to break ... come inside me, give me your poz loads.’ Doctor John is thrusting inside me, while Liam and I return to kissing. I can feel both of their cocks pulsating and cannot believe that they both might be gifting me their toxic cum at the same time. But that’s how it happens, both reach their climax simultaneously and I feel their toxic loads mixing inside me. No one wants to break this connection, but at one point Liam’s cock slips out of my hole, leaving Doctor John to be the last cock of the night. We get up, I’m still a little unsteady on my legs. The young twink, who sucked off Liam at the beginning of this wonderful night comes to me and takes my wristbands off. I look after him, but Doctor John puts his arm around my shoulder. ‘He is tallying the numbers now, let’s see if you can beat the high score.’ The boy comes back with both wristbands now marked with numbers. He hands them to Doctor John, and he starts to speak to the men there, as I realised that not one has left. ‘My wonderful toxic brothers, this was another great night for our brotherhood to come together and welcome a new member into our circle. Mike B. Chase is the 21st guy I have gifted the world of a poz life to, and he beat our reigning champion Patrick with one toxic load more.’ I take the two wristbands one has the number 21 on it and the other, the one with my name engraved on it shows 108. This is my official load count of this night. Thunderous applause comes from the group of men around me; they pat me on the back and whistled for my accomplishment. ‘I gladly lose my high score to you, Mike’ Patrick stepped out of the group and gave me tight hug with a loving kiss. I am overwhelmed and happy, this is my tribe now, those are my people. Now it’s time to live out my poz life to the fullest.

I met a gay dad and his teen son at gay pride in SF one year. The dad was a hot gay 36 yo stud and had an 18yo son who is gay. the son came up to me at the dance stage and started dancing with me, he looked very much older than 18.... he asked me if I wanted to go to his hotel room and PNP with him and his bud at the room. He asked if I liked to slam and fuck raw with him and his bud. I said fuck yeah. We got to the hotel, and his "bud" looked exactly like the boy who brought me to the room. I mean very much alike aside from a visible age appearance. As we were getting everything prepped to get high and fuck, the boy said, BTW "this is my father"....I said yeah right!!!! then the older guy said, "I am his father and he is my son, and I fuck my son daily and PNP with him". ... I still did not believe them, but they were real father and son. the boy did not reveal his age until we were naked and high ...they showed me their IDs and it was clear they were really father and son. I have never hooked up with anyone related to each other before let alone slamming with a father and son. nevertheless, they were hot as fuck, and I spend two nights with them before they left to fly back home. They were both equally hardcore PNP pigs together.....lol

Again, I wrote a big newpart for all of you guys. I hope you like this one again. This time, you will see how Jake gains an understanding of the whole hotel thing. It is even twisting things up from bottom to top... 😉 the first part is a conversation. I put the names in front of it, so there are no mistakes in who says what, to make it a bit easier for the readers. I wanted to write about the daddy event, but while writing, things came up, and it sort of made its own chapter. You know how it works... I really appreciate your public and private feedback; I'm getting. Thanks a lot. This keeps me writing. I also like the guessing you are doing. I still have some ideas on how the story can evolve. I'm trying to get new ideas and plots. I hope I don't disappoint with this part. Part 15 Leroy watches me turn around and starts walking with me. Isn't this fucking hot? He tells me. Leroy keeps chatting without any interruption. Leroy: Daddy's night. Well, I sure hope I get a date with that old daddy again; that first hotel fuck was so hot and rough. I definitely want him again. I really liked him. Huge cock, beard, his big belly, and his roughness. Fuck, he was good. I hope I don't get some ugly old skinny one, though if he can fuck... And that boy over there on stage... damn, he will get fucked. He will be leaking like hell. That punishment is really rough. But hey , he should have known ... Jake? What's up? Jake: Well, Leroy... I don't know if you've seen it... but that guy is Kayode. We became friends. Now Mark, who I had a crush on and went on a date with... is going to sleep with him... Have you seen his smart watch? Leroy: Oh, yeah, I did. It turned red... so? Jake: Well, it means he is HIV positive, Leroy... I dated him; we had sex ! He slept with me more than once and gave me his load... So... so... I might be positive now. Because of Mark ... He could have warned me; he should have told me... now I'm just... messed up... and fucking mad… Leroy: Well ... uhhh ... you could have known, Jake ... it's called Poz Hotel. So what did you think would happen here... and Mark ... he has a huge biohazard mark on his chest, so how could you not know? It means he's positive ... it's so big it almost shouts that he is out there to infect guys... he's proud of it. Jake: Oh yeah... I didn't know that back then, Leroy! It was my first time. I did not know... But... but... how do you know about the tattoo? He always had a shirt on when we met him in public... how?? Leroy: What did you think, Jake? Mark is here to hook up, to breed, and to infect guys. You thought you were the only one he slept with ? Really... Jake: No, what? You mean... you guys slept together too? Leroy: Sure, we did. More than once. He came over to my room on date night. I guess you were sleeping back then. And this morning, in the toilet just after our breakfast... Jake: He did what???? No... no... He had me this morning. Just after he came out of the toilets. Really ... he fucked you just then, and I was next? I sucked him, I tasted something…. So… was that you? I tasted you??? your hole??? And he fucked and bred me…. And date night? I heard screaming. I thought Mark went to the toilet and went back to sleep. Was it you? Were you yelling “poz me”? Leroy: Leroy starts to laugh. Yeah, I guess so, Jake . And I guess he pozzed us both, maybe... Jake: No... no... this cant be…. You guys cheated me.. you guys back stabbed me… especially mark. He just… used me… if I'm getting poz, I don't want it to be from him. He cheated on me... I... I... I didn't want to give him those credits. I don't want him to be part of me... what can I do??? Tears start to run down, over my cheeks, while my face is retting red from anger. Leroy: Leroy starts to laugh again. Well, there is only one way. Fuck with more poz tops. Let them breed you. The chances are that someone else will poz you up then. Or at least... it's harder to trace who pozzed you, so he won't get the credits for it. Jake: fuck…. Is that the only thing you can think of??? Nothing else?? And I'm really mad at you to, Leroy ... why did you take him between your legs too? You knew I liked him... you knew... Leroy: I'm here to fuck and to take it all, Jake. I know Mark is too. So I let him. It's not like you guys will be boyfriends afterward. That won't happen with him, Jake. Think about it. So why would I not take it then? Jake: I... I... know what you mean. I guess… I was just hoping on it… I wanted it to be… but if I see what Mark is doing… It feels really messed up ... please ... leave me a bit... I need to think... we'll speak later, Leroy. I'm just mad, confused, disappointed, heartbroken, and afraid. You might be right. But for now im just mad at you both. I don't want to fight you; I just need to get my mind set. Leroy: That's okay, Jake. I get it. We will talk soon, okay? We both walk different ways. Fuck. I'm really messed up by Mark... and Leroy… But maybe Leroy is right after all. And it is partly my own fault. I should have known. Leroy ... shit... I'm pissed, though he really has a point. I am taking a walk around the hotel. Clearing my mind and discovering more of the hotel. It is really big. Most places I have not been to yet. I come across multiple swimming pools, whirlpools, parks, a gym, and other sporting areas , different buildings, bars, dark rooms , a disco, food trucks, saunas, indoor pools, indoor gardens, themed restaurants, and so on. I walk to a park with some huge palm trees and some hot tubs, whirlpools, and a small swimming pool. There are not a lot of guests over here. It's a quiet area at the hotel. That’s just what I need now. There is a really nice bar too, so I take a drink there. Not just one, but many. To ease my mind further. I flirt a bit with the bartender, relax, and try to get my thoughts back together. I don't interact with anyone else; I just relax. I head into the whirlpool, with a drink in my hand. It's a bit of a remote whirlpool, so I don't have to interact with others, and I'm sure I don't see Leroy or Mark. The water is really nice; it feels hot. With a drink in my hand, this is truly relaxing. After a while, I see two guys watching me sometimes. It's not crowded, so it is noticeable that they are looking at me. They look Asian. We are looking at each other in the small open space where I have a clear view of this whirlpool. They are short, small but really cute. They really have nice bodies and wear black swim shorts. I guess somewhere in their 20s or 25s . It looks like they are together. Both seem to have the same shorts to. I see myself with Mark, in my head, just for a second. But I realize now this would never happen. He just slept with me and used my ass for his pleasure. Leroy is right about that part, I guess. But I still think Leroy has backstabbed me. He should not have fucked with Mark, and he should have told me earlier. I glance at the guys again; they are kissing, flirting, and it looks like they both have a bit of a bulge in their swim shorts. They are watching me too while they kiss, almost eye-fucking me. I'm not interested. I had my part with Mark and Leroy, so... I grab my drink and look the other way. I empty my glass and put it at the side of the whirlpool. I close my eyes for a bit and enjoy the sun and the bubbles from the whirlpool. After a while, I almost fall asleep in the whirlpool. But then I hear something. I open my eyes, and I see both the Asian guys stepping into my whirlpool. They laugh at me. "Do you mind?" they ask. I guess not. It's a public whirlpool, so. I tell them. We saw that your glass was empty, so we brought you a new drink too. We took some as well. And they handed it over to me. Well, thanks guys, I say, a bit surprised. They both sit down with me, just on the other side. I can see them smile; their legs are touching each other, and if I'm right, sometimes their hands are too. Are you guys together? I ask them; I'm Jake, by the way. Yeah, we are. We are Runchu and Jielong. We are together indeed. We are lovers. We are sorry, but we can't stay off each other in this heat. I can see their hands rubbing each other's legs underwater. That's okay, I tell them. I don't mind at all. Happy to see some guys all over with their boyfriends. Thanks, they say, and then they start to kiss each other right in front of my eyes... Photo of Jielong and Runchu I guess. I told them I don't mind... so... I gave them the free hand? They are touching each other's chests, rubbing their nipples, and sometimes their feet and legs are touching my legs to. I don't pull back; I just watch them making out. I can feel my own cock respond to it. They both see it too. "Glad you like," Jielong tells me, while he puts a hand on my leg underwater now. He is kissing his boyfriend's nipple. Runchu is getting his hand on my leg too, but soon is pressing it against my swimming shorts. He is feeling my cock through it, and it responds. I feel it getting harder and harder. They both look at me. "You like to join us? We never had a white guy before." I can only nod. In a second, both their heads are close to mine, kissing me on my lips. And not just me; they are both kissing each other too. We are having a threesome kiss. Our tongues are going wild, all over each other. This is really hot, this might just be the distraction I need. I think to myself. Kissing, tasting them, my head is spinning. Fuck, this is hot. And no one sees us; here is the back. I feel a hand getting into my shorts while I do the same to them. I have a cock in each of my hands. I feel them getting harder and harder. Damn. Should I do this? But why not... I slowly masturbate both of them underwater. their cocks sliding through my pans, slowly getting harder. Runchu stands up, with my hand still in his swimshort. "We like to let others watch and join," he tells me. "We like others to help us with our sexual desires, and we love putting on a show for them." "You can pull my swimwear off if you like, Jake," he smiles at me. I don't have to think twice and grab his swimwear, pulling it off in one thrust. His cock jumps out. He's rock hard. His cock is not the biggest I have seen, but it is really hot and hard. He tosses his shorts to the side of the whirlpool and then grabs his boyfriend's swimwear. He pulls it down, revealing a really hot, tight, round ass. one of the hottest I have ever seen. He pulls it off and tosses it out of the whirlpool too. I feel Jielong grabbing mine under water. I lift myself, and before I know it, it is on the side of the whirlpool too. Damn . We are all naked. Jielong bends forward and starts to kiss me while Runchu is getting back in the whirlpool. He kneels... his face at his boyfriend's ass. Runchu grabs my hands and guides them to Jielong's ass. I grab it. His ass is so round, smooth, and hot. My wet hands, let water drops, pour on his ass. "Pull it apart," Runchu asks me. I do as instructed, and then I see him bending forward. His face diving into his boyfriend's ass, his nose touching and his mouth at his hole. He starts to rim him. Jielong starts to moan while he kisses me. Moans escape our mouths. My eyes watch him, looking over his hot tanned back, to his ass, and into the eyes of his boyfriend, who is licking his hole. Meanwhile, he keeps wanking me underwater. I'm damn hard... but they are too. They are loving it and really making a show of it. I'm pulling his ass harder and harder, giving Runchu more and more space to lick his boyfriend , Jielong . I've never seen a guy lick a hole like this. So much passion. His tongue and mouth are licking through his ass crack. I can see he really likes to eat his boyfriend. Runchu is watching me in my eyes, eye-fucking me, checking if I'm watching him as he eats. His tongue is getting deeper up Jielong's hole, slowly making circles. Sometimes I hear some sort of kissing sounds from him. Meanwhile, Jielong keeps kissing me and moans softly. He loves to get his hole eaten, and he clearly loves it when others join in and watch. Jielong is a damn good kisser. Our tongues are wrestling in our mouths. After a few minutes, Runchu is standing up. His cock is rock hard, dripping from the water of the whirlpool. "Turn around," he tells to Jielong, who is happy to obey the command. A round, tight ass turns toward me. I clearly see a wet, sloppy pink hole that has just been rimmed by Runchu. It is hot as hell, and my cock responds to it. I never thought it would ... I'm a bottom ... but this... this is hot... "Open it up, Jake," Runchu tells me while he grabs the head of Jielong and pushes it over his cock. Jielong starts to suck him, deep-throating . His lips go to the base of the cock, and his chin gently touches his balls. "Come on," Runchu tells me. "Open up that hole... he wants you to... my boyfriend likes to be shared." I take my finger and place it on Jielong's hole. I feel the spit of Runchu and the heat of Jielongs hole. He is tight, but I can clearly see that Jielong is pushing his hole open to receive me. My mind is in doubt... does this make me like Mark? No... no... it does not... I'm not dating; they are not virgins , I'm not poz, at least... as far as I know for now... but maybe I am... but I guess I'm not toxic yet... and they want me to play... and its only fingering… so what can go wrong? What the fuck... should I care? No, I guess not... it's my holiday, and they've all used my innocence. Now I want to play... fuck Mark, fuck Leroy, fuck the hotel host, fuck them all... I'm doing this... With that, I push my fingers inside Jielong . I can see him shiver when I enter him. His hole feels so wet, warm, and soft. It is so hot... a world is opening up for me... literally ... a hole is opening up for me. Slowly and steady, I start to finger him. My finger pushes in and out. With the tips of my fingers, I start to apply pressure on the inside of him, tickling him. Sometimes, I see a huge reaction from Jielong . If I have to guess... I'm touching his prostate sometimes. I am not sure where it is, this is my first time. But I am trying to find it. Jielong clearly likes it, and so do I. His hole is so tight around my finger. I start to finger him faster while he begins to suck harder. Get a second finger in there; he needs it... prep him for a fuck, Runchu then tells me. I watch him. Is he sure? He is... Slowly, I start to push a second finger next to the first. I push... but his hole seems to resist. I'm not sure if I should do it. Jielong gets Runchu 's dick out of his mouth and looks at me. "Push harder. It will go in... Don’t worry, I am a big boy," he laughs. He takes the cock of Runchu again and puts it back in his mouth to suck it deeply again. Well, okay, if he says so... I push hard with my two fingers. I can see his ass reacting to it, like it hurts a bit... but then, his hole stops resisting, and slowly, my two fingers slide in. I hear Jielong moaning again, of pleasure. I bury both fingers deep in him. It feels lovely, his wet, warm, tight hole. Slowly, I pull both fingers back, but the tips of my fingers stay in him. Then I push them back in hard. Jielong is pushing his ass back to me. I guess he likes it, so I keep doing that, speeding up, fingering him faster and faster. Sometimes I bent my fingertips to tickle his insides. He clearly loves it. My cock is rock hard from it. You top too? Runchu asks me. Well, I am really a bottom . Never topped, I tell them both. You want to? Runchu asks me. Take his ass. I'm not sure what to do. Should I? Should I try? Or should I keep it with bottoming? And is this what I want? My first time topping with strangers? Am I not the same as Mark then? I did not tell them I fucked whit a poz guys (Mark). I'm not sure... but they are offering... who knows... maybe I like it? I stand up from the whirlpool. My cock is now above water, so if anyone walks by, they can see me. I put my bare cock against Jielong's hole. My cockhead rests against his sphincter. Both are wet, his hole from spit and ass juice and my cock from the water. What the fuck, I'll try this. Let's see how it feels. I grab my cock and put it in line with his hole. slowly I put some pressure in his sphincter. His hole does not break. It does seem to make some sucking movements on my cockhead. Runchu sees this and laughs. Filthy Jielong. He is pushing and milking his hole on your cock. Push it in, Jake. Push hard. I watch Runchu deep in his eyes when he tells me this. And I do as I'm told, without breaking eye contact. I grab Jielong's ass and push hard. Real hard. I hear Jielong moan and whimper; I feel his sphincter trying to resist, but it fails. I feel his tight hole open up, pressure around my cock. A warm, wet, tight feeling, while my cock shoots up his hole. I let out a hard moan. Fuck... I push my cock deep into his hole. My balls slap against his ass. I am fully inside him. My cock buried deep in this hot Asian guy. His tight hole gripping around my cock. His heat, his wetness... his body. I'm in a guy... My feelings are mixed. I love the feeling; I love being in someone, my cock buried deep in a hole. But at the same time, my hole itches, and I want the very same. Jielong is moaning hard, whimpering, catching his breath, while he lets Runchu's cock out of his mouth. Fuck... fuck... That's bigger than you, Runchu... he moans. It's the first white cock ever for me... damn. This blond guy feels good. Runchu is laughing at his boyfriend, who is trying to catch his breath. He loves to see how his boy gets fucked but is also a bit mad that his boyfriend shouts out he has a bigger cock up his hole than his own cock. He grabs Jielong's shoulders and pulls him towards him. My cock retreats, almost flopping out of his hole. Only the tip stays in him. I see Jielong loves it, his back and ass is shaking in pleasure. Then Runchu gives him a hard push, causing Jielong to lose his balance and fall to his back. My cock shoots back into him, real fast and deep, and his ass pounds into me to break his fall. I hear Jielong yelp. A real hard yelp, that is clearly hearable outside our whirlpool Fuckkk. I just went deep into him and real hard. I guess that's the punishment Runchu gives to Jielong for his talks. I keep my cock deep in Jielong and hold him in his position, so he can slowly get used to my cock, buried deep in him. Ill stay like this for a minute and I feel his insides pulsing tight around my cock. It feels like he is milking me. Slowly, I start to fuck Jielong, my balls pressing against his ass while he sucks his boyfriend. I'm actually enjoying it; I never knew, as a bottom, I'd feel this way. I'm thrusting deep into him, feeling his tight hole. It is so tight that it's milking my cock. His body heat, his wet warm hole. The water in the whirlpool is splashing. It splashes from his ass, up his crack, over his open hole and my cock, up to his back. It splashes over and over again, every time I pound my cock up his hole. This has to be a dam hot picture or movie, the way we are having a 3some right here, I think in my mind. Wile I’m watching to one of the camera’s above the whirlpool. Fuck, I moan, this feels good. At the same time, my mind is in overdrive again. Mark cheated on me. I liked him; Leroy did not tell me and let Mark fuck him too. I'm getting mad again. With that, I'm getting more aggressive. So I start to pound harder. I'm fucking him rough and hard, but I'm all in my own mind. Jielong moans hard. Fuck, ouch, damn. My ass... fuck... please ... you're fucking me hard, it hurts... damn. Please be gentle, please ... Water is splashing wild, on his ass, his back, on my upper legs, my belly, my cock and balls. I don't hear it; I'm just lost in my mind with a mix of pleasure. They cheated on me... they used me... did they poz me? And I thrust harder in anger. Jielong yelps in lust and pain. Damn. Please ... fuck... Runchu just laughs and plays along. You will feel his big cock... you said he's bigger... that's what happens, he smiles. Jielong yelps harder and harder. Fuck, it's huge… I can't take it that hard… You're fucking me too hard; you're destroying me!!! Fuck, damn, yeah, it's hot. Keep going, that's it; I can take it!!! Ouch ... Fuck ... Please, gentle... Fuck... I never…I never… took such a big cock! Please, not so hard... Fuck … You're pushing against my second hole... Damn, you're huge... Even when he is yelping, his cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. My balls are slapping hard on his ass, making it a bit red. Jielong now screams in pain. Fuckkkk!!!! That hurts dammmm!!! My hole!!! I snap out of my thoughts. Is this me doing? Am I hurting Jielong? Fucking his ass to hard, just for my own? Am I now just like Mark? No, am I? And what if I am toxic now? I'm fucking this hole bare... no, I can't be yet. But... isn't this like cheating too? No, it's not... there is nothing between Mark and me... Fuck, his ass feels good... but I miss getting fucked myself... like Mark did... damn . I need to keep my mind on this hole. This might be the alcohol, I guess? I am distracted now and feeling guilty at the same time. Did I hurt him? Shit... My cock is getting a softer real fast. Runchu sees it. "Maybe you like his mouth better," he laughs at me. "Turn around, Jielong ," he orders. Jielong pulls my cock out of his hole. His hole is open, red, and looks really rough. He turns around and gets his mouth over my cock, sucking it in, without any doubt. I guess he's happy he can use his mouth on me and not his ass anymore. Fuckkkkk. That's hot . His warm mouth to the base of my cock, and he starts to suck me with deep inhales. Runchu takes Jielong's ass and pushes his cock all the way inside. Jielong shivers again while he keeps my cock deep in his mouth. He is getting fucked hard and fast now. He moans out loud but is still sucking me really good. I guess I opened up Jielong's hole damn good, because he is taking Ranchu 's smaller cock with no problem. It's almost like he is a pro. No wimping, just moaning in pleasure. His tongue is going over my shaft and the tip of my cock. He is sucking it and spitting on my cock. It feels really good. I guess he's sucking and licking my cock with his mouth as best as he can do, afraid that I'll take his ass again. I grab his head, and my hands go through his hair. His lips are pounding against the end of my cock and his chin against my balls. My cock goes deep in his throat. Then without any warning, I hear Runchu moaning real loud. "I'm breeding you... here it comes, take my load in your rough-fucked ass...he pounds jielong hard, so water is splashing up again, all over his back till his neck. Runchu is shivering and his cock is pulsing. He moans real load, so the hole area can hear. There is no doubt in what is happening in the whirlpool… Here is comes…. He shouts out load. He pushes his cock deep into Jielong’s ass and leaves it there. I can see his balls contract and the base of his cock pulsing. He's shooting a load into Jielong. This pushes Jielong and me over the edge. "Me too, me too," I moan, and I start to shoot my load right into his throat. He has no choice but to swallow it because Runchu is pressing him forward while he's breeding him. An huge load, shot after shot, disappears in Jielong's mouth. I can see in his eyes he's swallowing it as fast as he can, but he is having trouble with it. Cum is dripping out of the sides of his mouth. His eyes red and watering. He has to hold his breath so he can swallow. He has to, there is no other way. Jielong, meanwhile, is cumming too. His cock just above the water of the whirlpool, hands free. is shooting a big and thick cum load. It is floating on the water... All three of us just came, panting from fatigue and intensity . As I shot my load, it made me feel more relaxed . I think I am almost in peace whit the thing that Mark and Leroy did. My mind has lost a bit of anger. But not all of it. There is still some anger left. Slowly, I let my cock drop out of Jielong's mouth. He is still swallowing the remnants of my cum. His tongue is licking over the top of my cock, trying to get everything out of it. On the sides of his mouth are cum drops. Those who came out of his mouth, by the lack of swallowing it fast enough. Runchu pulls his cock out of his boyfriend Jielong. They both stand up while Runchu turns Jielong around and starts to lick his mouth, cleaning up the cum remains. They start to kiss with my cum still on their tongues. I can only watch in disbelief. After a minute, both swallow; they shared some of my cum. I swallow too, without kissing them, but from intense heat. Did they just put on a show of cum swapping just for me? With my cum... Then my both feet get back on the ground. A feeling of nervousness washes over me. I now remember that everyone could have heard us. the yelling, the moaning... fuck. Everybody knows what happened here. And Jielong's cum floating in the water... shit. What did I do? Did I just top for the first time? Even when my ass is still itching. I check my watch. Damn, is it that late ? I lost track of time; I really need to head back. "Thanks, boys," I wink as I take my swimming shorts and pull them on. Nervous and unsure of what to do, I want to run away fast. I hurt Jielong; this is not really me, but I was in some sort of overdrive, and in my mind... I'm so sorry. And I did top, as a bottom, so now I want to flee. I slip right past the guys and step out of the whirlpool. "I'll see you guys around, okay?" I tell them and walk away, leaving both guys still naked in the whirlpool , exhausted from what just happened. "Fuck," I think. What happened in the whirlpool? That 's not really me. But I don't have time to think; I need to hurry now. It's Daddy Night, so I need to be ready before the event starts. I stop at one of the theme restaurants and get something to eat. It's a small Italian restaurant, and I order a pizza. Just when the pizza is ready and on my table, I see a message coming in on my smart watch. "Fuck... I need to get to a panel to read, but let's eat first." I really enjoy the pizza, and that no one is talking against me. After I'm done, I head up to a panel. I put my smart watch against it, and the panel shows me a message. --------------------------------------- "Dear Jake, You have booked a double room. But as you know, you are staying there alone. The hotel has messaged you before that you can keep that room. Though, it is noted as a special playroom . For tonight, Daddy's Night , this room will be a playroom . This means the following: In the evening, the Daddies matched in your hall will all come to your room. You have to decide which Daddy will be matched with which room in the hall. You will guide them to their rooms and help them with the preparations. You too will be matched with a Daddy, but this one you can decide yourself. Because of all the extra work you will do, you can decide if the partner of the Daddy will join you guys too. We hope to see you at 19:00 in your room. The staff of Poz Hotel." -------------------------------------- This sounds interesting, I think to myself. Well, let's go on my way to my hotel room and let's get ready for the daddies.

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I often wonder how many guys see me out in public, prancing around like princess cumdumpster and recognize me from watching a bunch of men run a train on my ass in a bathhouse, or a porntheatre, or a park or some guys place or hotel room, or from breeding my cum filled hole in a public restroom, or getting fucked and pissed on, in an alley by a couple homeless men, or sucking off strangers in a cruising spot. like how many men look at me and know they blew their load inside me while I literally begged them to cum in me. how many strangers point me out to a buddy and say “I fucked that cumdump. She’s a dirty fucking whore. Takes loads from ANYONE.” or “see that faggot. hes hot but disgusting. half the guys in this city have fucked him and I heard he’s a tranny whore” or “see that slut? I love her. she’s a smoke show and easy to fuck, plus she takes it bareback from anyone, no questions asked.” and the other. guy says “oh yeah I know that cumdump. I fucked that slut a few times. great pussy." And you are right daddy. I AM a dirty fucking whore so everyone SHOULD know it. the more strangers who know I’m an easy, slutty, take all loads cumdump, the better cause then more men will know they can use me however they want, no strings attached. men who fuck whores like me need to know I’m the kinda cumthirsty whore they love. that way I can do what I was born to do as often as possible, with as many men as possible. Take their loads and let them use me.

Chapter 4 - Breeding Zone Brian quickly closed his laptop. He was stunned. Sitting naked on his bed with his hard dick in his hand, he felt like his heart had dropped out of his body for an instant. He had been simultaneously so excited, aroused, and nervous about the prospect of hooking up that his heart was pounding. That quickly gave way to a mix of confusion, disappointment, and a faint hint of lust that he didn’t quite understand. Even with his laptop closed, Brian found himself continuing to stroke his cock, now lying in his bed in the dark. He couldn’t stop himself from going where his horny mind seemed determined to take him, and he began to imagine Adam’s mature, experienced body on top of him, his cock pushing on his virgin asshole, awaiting an invitation to enter. Brian allowed the vision to continue, imagining his ass being opened for the first time as Adam’s cock slid inside of him. He wouldn’t admit to himself that Adam being HIV-positive was somehow making the scene even more erotic, but he recognized, at some level, that there was something different going on in his mind now. The fictional Adam only had to slide his cock balls deep in to his ass once for Brian to lose it and spray a huge burst of cum all over his smooth chest. He flinched as some made it all the way up to his cheek. He took a deep breath as he let his cock fall and rest against his stomach. Brian had trouble getting to sleep that night. His emotions were all over the place. It was clear now that he wanted sex… real sex. This was the closest he had ever come; actually talking to someone who lived close by, beginning to make plans. It was a big step for him. He felt scared and liberated; disappointed that Adam was poz, but also disappointed he couldn’t have him. At least he was sure now that he had to make this happen. He had to find a man and lose his virginity, soon. That night, though, he eventually got to sleep. The fog in his mind continued for the next couple of days. He was in a mood that he couldn’t pinpoint. Frustrated, annoyed, mad at everyone, quick to snipe at his friends at school. It was pretty normal teenage behavior really, but the cause of it wasn’t. Eventually, a couple nights later, Brian again found himself in his dark bedroom with his laptop open to a private browser, ready to rub out another load before trying to fall asleep. He opened Google and found himself typing the first thing that crossed his mind, before he had a chance to contemplate it too much: “getting fucked by a poz guy”. That was the beginning of a wormhole that would consume Brian for a week. He read about HIV, treatments and prevention, chances of transmission. The whole nine yards of “educational” information. But he also found some things on the internet he didn’t expect. He encountered the word “bug-chaser” for the first time, and learned that there were actually guys who intentionally got themselves infected. He stumbled on to some homemade porn videos where guys were actually moaning “fuck me with your poz dick” as they were getting fucked bareback. Brian was confused, but he was hard the whole time. Then, he came across Breeding Zone. He was nervous about even being on the site, let alone jerking off to it. But he couldn’t stop. Over the next few nights, he spent hours reading. At first, it was the pozzing stories in the backroom. Then, he read the threads of guys recounting their recent adventures. His dick wasn’t soft for a moment of it. He could feel the nerves that wouldn’t go away, but those nerves also made it the most erotic jerking off he’d ever done. He blew some of the biggest loads of his life when he’d finish reading a story about a daddy stealthing a college boy or a chaser begging to get knocked up. He couldn’t quite understand why this made him so horny, but there was no denying how it was making him feel. On Friday, when Brian got home from school, he was feeling even more pissed off and dejected than he had been these past few weeks. He had failed a big chemistry test. Studying had been harder as of late, he was too distracted all the time. The red “F” on the page was not something Brian had seen many times in his life, and his anxiety sent him spiraling. What if this sunk his chance of getting in to his dream school? Was he not as smart as he thought he was? It was the definition of an overeaction, but it had him shaken. Luckily, he had the house to himself, as the family was away at a band competition that weekend. His little brother was competing, but Brian had stayed home to not miss school. Feeling rebellious, he snuck a couple shots of vodka from the liquor shelf and headed to bed early, fully intending to take his time with a nice long jerking session. After the shots started kicking in, giving him a slight buzz, he was feeling angry and impulsive, and he picked up his phone. He found Adam’s number and quickly wrote out a text “Hey Adam it’s Brian, we chatted a couple weeks ago. Sorry I left abruptly. Still interested in meeting up?” Before he could think better of it, he hit sent. And to his surprise, he didn’t regret it. He was feaaling a little uneasy still, but he genuinely did hope Adam would respond, even if he thought it was unlikely. An hour later, he got a reply: “Hey man. Figured I scared you off.” “Yeah, kind of. But I’m back.” “And you still want to hook up?” “Yes” “You sure?” “Very sure” “Feels like you freaked when I told you I’m poz” “I did, but I’m back. I want your poz cock Adam” Brian couldn’t believe he had written that, let alone sent it. It was cathartic. It was basically the biggest FU he could give to his life at the moment, and he was all for it. “FUCK boy, I hope you mean that.” “I do.” “What changed your mind?” “Read a bunch of stuff online. Figured out its unlikely to transmit these days with meds and even if it does its not a death sentence.” “That’s true” “Good, cause I’m not trying to get pozzed necessarily, I just really want to get fucked and now I think it would make it even hotter.” “Well then Brian, my cock’s waiting, when you want to come over?” “How about tonight?” “Really? Someone’s antsy haha. I’m home alone, want to join me?” “Yeah my parents are gone so I can stay as long as you want” “Perfect, we’ll see how it goes but I won’t be surprised if you’re in my arms when the sun rises.” “Fuck Adam, you say the hottest shit haha” “Alright, my address is 1 Main St. When will you be here?” “Give me an hour and I’ll be there” Brian sat on the edge of his bed for what seemed like a year, but it was only about five minutes. He still wasn’t sure about this. He was horny and desparate, but this felt crazy. Driving to an older man’s house that you don’t know to let him fuck you? Plus he’s poz!? But, he was 18, and his teenage cock was hardening even as he questioned the wisdom of what he was about to do. Then, he took a deep breath, decided to stop thinking, hopped off his bed, and went to his closet. He pulled his trusty tan cargo shorts up over his dark blue boxers, threw on a faded red Coke graphic tee, put on his no-show socks and laced up his gray and orange Nike running shoes. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and his phone, and headed out, looking like any other nondescript skinny straight boy. He didn’t know how to live gay yet, but he was about to take a big first step.

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Part 35 　 After laying together for a while, we finally got up and headed to the kitchen. We got another cup of coffee, each, and sat down at the table. Hank asked, "well, what are your thoughts now about being fucked good? Looks like you are enjoying yourself?" I really had no idea how to reply for sure, but said, "I'm not sure. I still think about women a lot, but when I am with you guys naked, all I can think about is how wonderful it feels with your cocks pounding my hole and filling me with your cum." Hank said, "I can see you enjoy that and seem to crave more, even. What about the HIV?" I replied, "That is what is causing me the most worry. I want you to cum in me as it feels so good, but I still don't think I want that virus. It's so permanent." Hank said, "I used to have some doubts about it, too. Then I got to thinking. When I got that in me, it was a part of someone else I could carry in me forever. It just seems so intimate now. I hope you will embrace it as my gift of me to you." I could only stare at him. That made no sense and yet, a lot of sense at the same time. I was just so confused. It had only been barely a week since my first 'gay' experience and then I had only wanted sucked and then to try to suck, once. Now, I wasn't sure. I had let him fuck me and pull out and then let him fuck me and cum in me and so had Tom and Randy. I had about 8 loads of toxic cum in me right now. Sitting here thinking about it and my own cock so hard I think I could punch a hole in the wall with it. Why did this whole thing make me want more and more and knowing it is so bad and yet so fantastic? What made it harder to think was sitting there, both of us naked and his cock where I could see it and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from outside. I could not seem to keep my eyes from dropping down to look at Hank's cock and the sounds making my own cock hard and throbbing. Every time I glanced his way, my eyes lowered and I could see that big cock and it was drooling precum out of his slit almost constantly. My mouth was watering and wanting to drop to my knees right then and lick every drop up. Didn't his cock ever stay down? I wanted more.