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Chapter 7 ——Josh —— I pulled into my parking spot in the apartment garage and waked into the main lobby to catch the elevator up stairs. My timing worked out perfectly because Tim from the Chinese restaurant was in the lobby with our food as I walked in. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye standing by the reception desk. He was the restaurant’s regular delivery guy and I saw him about once a week. Their General Tso’s chicken was the best I had ever had so I got it often. I walked up and greeted him with a smile and a quick hug before stepping back and taking the food he had in his hand from him. Now, I know most people don’t hug their delivery drivers but Tim was one of the first people I meet when I moved to the city and was also one of the first poz sons I had made in the city. Generally the tip I gave him was my big raw poz cock filling his nice tight hole with a recharge of my seed. I waved to the reception lady as I led Tim by the arm toward the elevators. I put my arm around his hips and pulled him to me. “I am sorry baby but my brother moved in with me this weekend so I can’t give you my customary tip today. But don’t worry, I will text you when I have free time in the next few days.” I told him softly as I kissed behind his ear. I slipped the money for the food and his actual tip into his back pocket and squeezed his firm butt. He had an ass that would make any man’s mouth water. My cock was stiffing in my pants thinking of how good his hole always felt around it. “Damn, I was so craving a quick fuck, but I will I live I guess.” He breathed back to me as he leaned into my kiss and groped by hardening dick in my pants. “Have a good night babe.” He gave me one last sexy look before turning and walking away back toward the main entrance to the building. I stood and started at his ass sway as he walked away. Shaking my head I turned back toward the elevator and pushed the up button. The doors glided open and I walked in and pushed the button for my floor. The journey took very little time and I was standing at my door in no time. I walked in and was greeted by the sight of Sammy standing naked kissing an equally naked sexy latino hunk. Not just any hunk, but the same one that I loaded full of my toxic babies in the gym sauna yesterday. They both stood still with shocked looks on their faces. “Well this is interesting scene to come home too!” I said smiling at the image before me. Sammy was at a loss for words for a few minutes. I closed the door behind me and walked over to the table by the door and put down the bag of food. When I turned back to the pair they seemed to re-boot at the same time. The latino hunk started to scramble for his clothes that lay near by and Sam started to stammer. “I didn’t… I mean I didn’t know it was so…. Please don’t freak out!” It was cute, him standing there naked as a jaybird with his big fat soft cock hanging between his hairy legs. His cheeks had reddened with his embarrassment. If only he know how many men I had fucked in this very room. “Calm down, its ok bro I am not upset.” I said putting him at ease before addressing the sexy hunk struggling to put on his pants. He had his shirt on, which I saw had the apartment company logo on it, but had not buttoned it yet. He hadn’t notice he was trying to put this pants on backwards. “Take a beat stud, no need to break your leg trying to make your escape.” He paused when he realized I was talking to him. He looked up at me and I could see in his eyes that he remembered me and that he was defiantly interested in another round. In fact his cock was getting harder as he was looking at me….. And so was I! I had a decision to make. Do I make a move now that I know that Sammy is into guys? I don’t have to put him at risk, just make sure I don’t fuck and cum in him. His mouth around my cock wouldn’t be too risky. My cock was as hard as my pants and boxer briefs would allow thinking about it. The hunk had dropped his pants and stepped out of them and was returning my lustful look as his hard cock stood straight out in front of him. I looked over to Sammy and he was also completely hard and licking his lips as he looked at the pronounced bulge in my pants. “Fuck it” I muttered as I moved forward toward Sammy and stopped when I was just inches from him. His breathing was heavy now and his cock straining and bobbing up and down. I leaned in close to him and waited for him to do the rest. I didn’t have to wait long until I felt his soft wet plump lips against mine. Sparks flew as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I returned the intensity of his kiss and wrapped my left arm around his back. The hunk moved till he stood beside us still wearing his unbuttoned shirt. He wrapped one arm around my back and the other around Sammy’s back. I felt his warm moist lips on my collar bone and he slowly kissed up my neck to behind my ear. From there he moved from me over to Sam and kissed up his shoulder and neck. His hands moved up my back and progressed around to my front to run up my abs and chest till he reached my nipples. He played with and tweaked my nipples through my shirt. My cock was aching from being pinned in my pants and underwear. He moved his hand down and unzipped my pants and reached into my fly hole and gripped my fat cock before moving down to cup my heavy full balls. He was stroking Sam’s cock with his other hand as he explored my body. I felt Sammy moan into my mouth as his big fat uncut cock received what I imagined was a top tier hand job. As Sam broke our kiss the hunk ran his finger over my lips. I allowed it into my mouth and tasted the precum he swiped from Sam’s drooling cock. I sucked it and savored the taste of my brother’s batter. It was tart but sweet at the same time. It tasted perfect. As he removed his finger from my mouth my lips were covered by the hunks mouth. We kissed deeply and our tongues danced in our mouths. I felt Sam’s hands unbuckle my belt and the button to my pants. He pushed my slacks down as he lowered himself to the floor in front of me and the hunk. He was now on his knees in front of the hunk and I as we made out. Sammy’s tongue first touched the tip of my cock through my boxer briefs and then he took the head in his mouth. I was so hard and leaking precum that my underwear were a mess. I could see from the corner of my eye that Sam was also stroking the hunks cock as he mouthed my mushroom head through thy now soaked underwear. Sam moved from my cock to the hunks, taking the head in his mouth. Slowly taking him in deeper till he had him fully in this mouth and throat. While he worked the hunks fat cock with his throat he used his hands to pull down my boxer briefs allowing my aching cock to spring out and flop around. Sam gripped my dick with is right hand as he cupped my full balls with his left. He stroked me in a long slow motion. Sam pulled the hunks cock out of his mouth making a popping noise and moved back to mine. Before putting it in his mouth he slapped it against his face several times. Then I felt his warm wet mouth wrap around my leaking rock hard cock. His tongue circled my head and went under my foreskin. I was leaking copious amounts of poz precum in my brothers mouth and moaning from the work his tongue was doing on my cock head. Sam took my cock in his throat inch by inch till he had swallowed all 7.5 inches and his nose was in by pubes. His skill at deep throating was amazing. Not only did he swallow every inch without and issue he still was working his tongue around my shaft. He was an expert cock sucker for sure!! After about 5 minutes of one of the best blow jobs of my life I was roaring to fuck some ass! I broke my kiss with the hunk and pulled my cock out of Sam’s mouth. I guided the hunk over to the bar in the kitchen and leaned him against it as I bent down to eat his hole. I immediately tasted Sam’s cum in his hole. It was so delicious!! I was surprised to feel Sam’s tongue in my hole. His tongue was gentle as it touched my hole. Then worked its way deeper into my hole working it just right to open it. I rarely bottom but my hole was defiantly open to allowing Sam’s big fat raw uncut cock in it. I couldn’t wait any longer to get my dripping poz dick back in the hunks raw neg hole. I stood up and slipped my thick raw uncut toxic dick into the hunks loose cummy hole. My charged precum and Sam’s load working as lube to make it easy for me to go balls deep. The hunks hole was stretched out from my little brother’s monster dick but it still felt so good wrapped around my dick. I started to slowly work his neg hole with my poz pole when I felt Sam’s body against mine and his big fat hard cock resting on one of my ass cheeks. He started to kiss the back of my neck and below my ear. His hands roamed my body until one of them cupped my asscheek. Then it moved over to my crack until his finger found my tight hole. Slowly he worked the tip of his finger into me. Then he stopped and removed it to spit on his finger and then reinserted it into my very tight hole. He slowly worked his finger deeper into me as I stroked into the hunks raw hole. Sam g added a second and a third finger as my hole opened more and more. By that point he hit the third finger I was moaning and begging to feel his big fat raw uncut cock in my hole. Sam kissed my ear one more time before I felt his fat precum covered cock head push against my very tight rarely fucked hole. I paused my strokes into the hunk to give Sam time to slowly open my hole with his fat cock head. He spit on his cock and then pushed into my hole. The feel of his dick opening my hole was a mix of pain and pleasure. He slowly pushed into me until his cock head was fully in me along with about an inch of his big fat cock. I moved my hips back on his long dick as I pulled all but the head of my charged cock out of the hunks neg hole. My poz hole now three quarters of the way down my brother’s bare neg dick. I moved back and forth on that big fat raw neg uncut dick slowly at first. Then as it began to feel better and it started to stimulate my prostate I picked up my speed. I had Sam behind me meeting my thrusts and grunting every time he bottomed out in my hole while the hunk in front of me was taking my fat poz cock deep with each down stroke. He too was moaning and begging for more. For a good ten minutes we had a daisy chain of big bare cock opening tight raw hole. I heard Sam moan deeply and growl he was going to cum in my hole. I squeezed my ass muscles tightly around his thick shaft. His cock expand and I felt my guts warm with his seed as he filled me balls deep with is neg seed. The was enough to make me dump a huge poz load into the hunk’s loose cummy neg hole. That set the hunk off and he shot a huge load all over the bar and floor in front of him. We slowly untangled from each other. The hunk kneeled down in front of Sam and I where he went back and forth between us sucking the cum off our cocks. We made out as the hunk got every last drop from out now half hard cocks. He stood up and we took turns making out with each other. It was possibly the hottest fuck I had every had. After we finished our make out session we went to my shower and rinsed off as we continued to touch, fondle, and kiss. After the shower we sat naked on the couch eating Chinese food and talked. I learned more about the hunk. His name is Fernando and that he works for the building. It was good to know that I had another on call bottom near by. I also got a better picture into my little brothers sex life. He was bi, but mostly gay now, was a bit of a freaky pig, and loved hot raw sex. That all made my cock perk up more. Fernando left a little after 10 but not before sucking another load out of Sam and I. Sam followed me to my room and climbed into bed beside me, both of us naked. We cuddled and kissed as we laid together before getting ready to fall asleep. It seemed unspoken that even with his bed now here in his room, my bed was his to sleep in anytime he wanted. I fell asleep with him wrapped in my arms with the smell of his hair in my nose as I slipped off to sleep. ———————————————— The long awaited chapter is complete. I hope you enjoy it and it was worth the wait. There is defiantly more to come!! Thanks for all the love guys!! Uncut

As he calmed down he still grinded in my cunt. Hitting my prostate it felt good but there was still discomfort with his ring rubbing my insides. He finally pulled out. His huge cock was covered in cum, ass juice and there was blood on his tip and the piercing. I turned around and grabbed his cock and cleaned him off. He was surprised and held back a bit as I leaned over and engulfed his cock in my mouth. He started to moan. "Ohhh Dan. You are such a good slut aren't you. I knew you were an exploring young man but I didn't know you were so deprived already" he said mow pushing his cock in my mouth. After licking and sucking him clean he slipped from my mouth. "What is that thing" I said looking at the piercing. "It's a Prince Alber piercing. How did it feel", he said "It felt intense in me. It hurt.." I said "Yeah it does that. It take it, it felt good too. I could feel your cunt squeeze it" he said "Yes after a while it was driving me crazy. It hit so many spots and I could feel it rip into my ass" I said looking down in shame "Yes your pussy liked it. I felt you cum. Your cunt was so hungry" he said stroking his cock He then sat down next to me on the lounge chair and kissed me. I kissed back. "I was surprised you let me cum in you. I am sorry I should have told you earlier I was POZ. I just got caught up in the moment" he said sincerely "Its ok. I got caught up too. I think we just had an attraction. " I replied "Yes we did. You saw me looking at you and your tight body in those sexy short shorts." he said "And you saw me stare at your huge mean in those tight thin cycling shorts. You look great in them" I replied grabbing his huge cock in my hand teasing it. "Hmmm yeah I could see your mouth water and the day I saw what I knew was cum leaking from your pussy, I knew I would have you one day. I just didn't think it was that soon" he said with his finger probing my ass. I pushed back on his finger and my legs opened up automatically. I let out a soft moan. "Hmmm yeah look at your pussy it needs cock doesn't it." he said fingering me with now two fingers and I moaned and spread my legs even more. He pulled out his fingers and showed me and I leaned over and cleaned his fingers. "Yeah your hungry aren't you. I was surprised you let me cum in you. I am POZ" he said "I know but I was just so on the edge I needed you to cum in me" I said with a desperate look. "Even POZ cum. You could get sick" he said "I know...." I said stopping "What you can tell me" he said his fingers were still in me now working my prostate my cock was hard and leaking again "I am on PEP" I said looking down ashamed "Ok that's fine. Why did you not want to tell me that" the Professor asked "I was afraid you weren't going to like me anymore" I said "Why would you think that" he asked "I don't know. Cause I am afraid of getting HIV and you might get turned off by that" I said "Of course I wouldn't. I find you very handsome and sexy. I would fuck you any day of the week" he said smiling "I understand that you don't want to get HIV that is your choice" he said "You look a little conflicted though" he said "What do you mean" I asked "You look like you are still thinking about it. True?" he said "Yes I am still a bit confused" I said "Yes I believe you are. When I was fucking you and deep in you and I told you I had HIV and I felt your pussy squeeze my cock. You milked me" he said I paused and looked down. "its ok to be confused. I know it can be a lot to take in. It feels so good and your body wants cum, even POZ cum" he said "Look at your cock" he said I looked down and it was hard and leaking. He even had removed his fingers. Just the thought was making me hard. "Its okay" he said "Can we just enjoy tonight" I asked "Of course" he said. He grabbed my hand and took me into his house. We sat on this couch and gay porn was already on. He pulled me over and started to kiss me. After our kiss, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth trying not to crack any of my teeth on his piercing. He became rock hard in my mouth quickly. He pulled me up and pushed me back on the couch. He lifted my legs and dived into my ass eating it. "OHHHH fuck" I moaned loudly He ate me out for what seemed hours but was probably only 5 minutes. He also fingered my with two fingers and then with his long tongue was driving me crazy. I pushed back my ass into his mouth and he just ate me. It felt so good. He pulled up and put his cock at me entrance and my legs on his shoulders. I noticed a small bio hazard tattoo on his waist. "You want my cock boy? You want my cum in you? He asked staring at me. "Yes please fuck me please. Cum in me" I begged "You sure, my POZ cum is potent. I have a high viral load. Higher than most. The PEP might not work" he said I paused and he could see the fear in my face and eyes. He pulled his cock away from my ass. "Maybe we shouldn't continue" he said putting my legs off his shoulder I couldn't say anything. I was stunned and confused. "You think I could catch HIV even with being on PEP?" I asked "I am not a doctor. I think it's like one in a thousand chance. But you never know." he said "You have to take the responsibility if you still want to play." he said "While I want to fuck you again and your pussy is so hot, I do not want to force you to do anything or do something in the heat of the moment" he said sitting on the couch but not touching me. I sat there with my legs still sprawled open. I could feel cum leaking from my ass. I wiped it and licked it. He smiled back at me. "I do but I am a little scared. I think you put things into perspective." I said "But I did enjoy so much when you fucked me" I said "And" he said "And what" I replied "You are missing something" he said "And when you came in me" I said "Yes when I came in you I could feel your cunt milking me. Your pussy wanted all the cum out of my cock" he said I could see his cock getting hard and so was mine. "But I think we should pause for now" he said standing up "I don't want you regretting something you did here with me" he said I felt rejected. "Don't be sad. I don't think this the last time we will have fun together. I think you just need time to think things through" he said "Are you sure" I said "Yes and don't feel like I am kicking you out. I just don't think we should fuck" he said "We can do other things" he said He want down on my cock and swallowed me. It felt so good as he sucked me and his tongue teased my cock. Then his fingers entered my ass and he worked my hole. I started to see stars as he worked over my prostate. I turned towards him and took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. We 69 each other until I finally shot in his mouth and then he in mine. He pulled away and planted his mouth on mine and mixed the cum in our mouths together in a wild kiss. My mouth took it all in and our tongues danced. We pulled apart and held each other. I noticed his cock hard again. "You better get going before I fuck you" he said laughing. After we chatted I left. What a night.

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%

Yesterday. Tag teamed by a couple guys I met on Grindr. 62 year old with a thick cock and a 22 year old stud who fucked me deep and hard. Ass leaked cum rest of the day.

Hot my last load off a regular breeder from sniffles. It was one of those uncomplicated breedings. I hit him up, he was available, we met at our favorite outdoor spots. I was already naked in my backseat of my truck. He entered and immediately stripped. I sucked his huge dick (8.5”) deep throating him and lapping up his precum. His cock is rock hard in no time. I had already prelubed my hole since this guy fucks rough. I wanted to make sure I could handle it. I did, he slid right in and fucked me so hard and deep. He finally got to that point of no return. I pull him in deep and we’re making out as he floods my hole. He is usually a heavy cummer. I felt my hole getting wet while I was at the gym later. I could smell some of his cum leaking out of my ass as I was lifting weights and straining. I love holding this guys sperm and letting it absorb. Going to meet up with a sexy young breeder tomorrow morning before work. Planning on taking cock all week long.

Last load was two weeks ago. Met a guy off Sniffies who came to my hotel room for a face down ass up cum and go situation. No info in his profile. All he sent was a dick pic and asked if I was no loads refused cumdump, and of course I said yes. When he arrived he asked if he could cum inside me, and I said “That’s exactly what I want - your DNA inside me”. So he started fucking me and as he was about to cum he said, “You sure I can cum in you? Cause I’m about to cum…last chance.” I told him to shoot his anon load in my slutty hole. And as he came he said “Fuck yeah. Here’s my detectable load for you, slut. Deep inside you now.” I immediately blew my load - it was so fucking hot.

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%

Oh god yes. I think I wrote about this elsewhere on the site. It's one of things I attributed later on to my penchant for short furry guys. I went to a University lab school and so a lot of our teachers were graduate students at the University. Mr. T was one of those. He was probably 5'5", very furry, Italian, no beard but one of those guys who has to shave an hour after doing so, muscled but not overly worked out. GREAT super hairy ass. Basically HOT HOT HOT. He started an after school running club, very casual you could just show up and we'd run a few miles. Then we'd come back and shower in the tiny locker room of the 1930s era gym. Came many times thinking about him.

I got 6?, maybe 8 loads at the sleazy sauna in Kuala Lumpur yesterday I had been away from Kuala Lumpur for 3 months and was craving asian cock . As I have said in my previous post’s Malaysia is a melting pot of different cultures, Malay, Chinese, Indian, Bangladeshi. All types go to the sleazy sauna with 2 dark rooms My first breeder was my Chinese regular , we had arranged to meet at the sauna , he is tall , 50 s thick cock , he soon had my legs over his shoulders and was fucking me hard in front of others , they urged him on to breed my daddy cunt , a small crowd gathered , felt him gaining pace , & he dumped his load in me , then a tall young chinese man with curly hair , big uncut cock swiftly took over entering my cum filled ass and fucked me missionary in the dark room in front of others , didn’t take him long to cum , I then rested on the couch , but another young man , couldn’t fully see him just lifted my legs in the air and urgently fucked me using me as a cum depository . More rest and my favourite Indian daddy , hairy chest , thick uncut cock lifted my legs in the air and hard fucked me, he always treats me like his wife , kissing my nipples , but obviously doesn’t fuck his wife anymore Then a Middle Eastern man I rested next to, fucked my wet ass sideways dumping his load . By this time my ass was dripping cum , A different older Indian dad wanted to empty his balls in my cunt and lifted my legs , he had a long beard , big long cock , entering my second hole , he fucked fast & furious until he dumped his load . First Indian dad wanted to give me a second load in the shower fist he fucked me standing but then missionary feeling his fat uncut cock fucking me felt so good , eventually cuming deep inside my very wet hole he pulled out avd I saw cum dripping from his cock i went home farted out a huge load of different men’s cum A great welcome return for a 63 year old dad

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.

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.

38 y/o married guy here, been downlow fucking guys since I was 18, and can def count on one hand how many guys and trans girls have fucked me. Had a buddy back in 2014 that I started bottoming for that was only for a few months, but I think I’ll write about that another day. Anyway I was at work on Thursday and scrolling through grindr just browsing, like always lol. Came across an older black guy and we exchanged pics, his profile said he was a verse top so I thought this would be a good chance for me to finally get fucked (it’s been over a year). I’ve been planning this for myself for weeks, bought the fleet cleanser and have it at the office ready. I was almost discouraged from going over because after he saw my pics he said I looked like a good size for him to bottom. I told him I was looking to bottom these days but we can still swap some head, fast forward I go to the bathroom and get cleaned out, finish up some work andleave the office, before heading there I stop at the sex store to get some poppers. I finally arrive at his apartment and we damn near get straight to it, he’s taking my clothes off grabbing on my dick, and we head to his bedroom. He was definitely an experienced sucker, had to keep telling him to slow down, it had been 3 weeks since I’ve cum so I was extra sensitive lol. We end up 69ing, he starts rubbing on my hole, and flips me off to rim me doggy style, I tell him I cleaned out and I want to fuck. He has a 7” with a fat head, while he’s reaching in his nightstand for lube he tells me that fat head might hurt going in, I just said I’m ready for it. He gets me kneeling doggy on the edge of his bed and stands behind me, the poppers I just opened and hit helped but I guess I was truly ready because there was slight pressure and it popped right on in, it felt so amazing. He started fucking me slow, working his way deeper and after a few minutes he was all the way in, and stayed there for a minute before I took another hit of jungle juice and passed it to him. As soon as he closed that bottle he started to really fuck me, and I felt like a true bottom bitch throwing it back on him, he grabbed my arms behind me and started to really deep fuck me, it felt like heaven. we fucked like that for about 15 minutes before he finally told me he was about to cum, and I started bouncing back even harder and he took the hint and blew his nut in me, and I collapsed on the bed. I definitely needed that, and think I’ll keep him as my new buddy. Leaving his place it definitely hit me, I will usually wear a condom when I top until they become a regular buddy, but all the times I’ve decided to bottom it’s been raw, and there’s never been a conversation about it besides asking about status, I just turn into a sub and go with whatever happens.

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Well this pig bottom has a pig bottom on his bottom. Also have Master's name for me above it 'pigslit' which came from pslit, prospective slave in training. Now 'pig slave in training' indefinitely.

Had a few spare hours, went on Grindr to see if there was anything close by to take advantage of- a few prospects, but got a ping from someone with a BBC and a BLC who were looking for a slutty bottom to tagteam! Thats me!! Asked for address, got it right away (always a good sign) got there in 30 min and walked it - had a room ready for play, with sexy black daddy and younger latino with a nice cock- started slobbing on the latino, hitting poppers while the black daddy lubed me up and bred me, then the latino got up and loaded me also while i hit the max impact. I was in piggy heaven!! Gotta love the hookups that are direct and up front. All in all a delightful 30 min of fucking!

One time I was on Craigslist and saw a post from two black tops who were in my neighborhood and were looking for a white bottom to share. I was there in minutes and they were extremely hot. They used me for hours that first time and I had a few sessions with them individually afterwards but never got to enjoy them together again unfortunately. But now I’m always looking for a pair of tops to do it again- sometimes I get lucky and get both holes filled at once but it’s rare

——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

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Some of the secrets between the two brothers are now out in the open, but one is yet to be told.--Josh's poz status. Now that Sam has bred Josh. it's only natural for Josh to return the favor, but will he stealth Sam--as he has done in the past with other men--or will he disclose it before he tops his brother? Either way, I don't believe it will be a big "hang-up" for Sam. In fact, it will give the brothers another way to bond and become closer to each other. What I am looking forward to is when Josh tells Sam how many and who he has pozzed since moving to the city. Will little bro want to follow in Josh's footsteps and fuck any guy he can? Will there be "family" reunion of sorts with Josh's poz sons to meet Sam? Lots of pozzibilities abound for the brothers. As usual, @Uncut300has given us readers another sexy and entertaining chapter. Now, I await to see how their future unfolds as Josh and Sam begin the next chapter in the sex journey.

We had a hot sports teacher. He never showered with us. Maybe good thing he didn't I'd have had a difficult to explain rock hard dick...

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.

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Had a Conversation with a new Neighbor while I was out rolling around in my wheelchair getting exercise, he Had asked if I ran a Side hustle or side Job out my apartment because men were always in an out he noticed, I blatantly told him no im a Faggot and he was very confused so I blatantly told him im a Cock loving slut and the men are using my holes like the slut I am, 2 hours later that Neighbor who is married BTW knocked on my door and we fucked in my living room, he bred my Ass 3 times and I swallowed 2 more of his loads

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.

Chapter 6 —— Sam —— The ringing of my phone woke me up. I must of dozed off again as I laid cuddled under the light cover remembering how good my big bros precum tasted on my tongue. I was already craving more of it. I reached across to the nightstand feeling around till I found my phone. I saw a text notification. It was Mom giving me the details on my things she shipped for me. It was all the stuff I couldn’t take with me on the plane because of space restraints. Stuff like the rest of my clothes, some knickknacks, a few sentimental things I had keep over the years, and most importantly my computer system. Yes I had brought my laptop but that computer was maybe the most important thing in the shipment. I had spent countless hours and a lot of money getting it setup just the way I wanted. Sure all the files on it were backed up (multiple ways) but it held thousands of hours of work I have put into developing my software. I made sure to pack the computer extra carefully and use lots of packing stuff to keep it safe. It also had huge fragile stickers all over it. Mom promised to make sure it got here in one piece. Knowing her she would make sure the shippers knew that if they broke it she’d have their asses. The delivery was due to arrive between 1:00pm and 4:00pm. She also gave me the tracking number and website (again) so I could “keep an eye” on it. I mean it would get here when it gets here. I replied thanking her and put my phone back down on the nightstand and climbed out of bed. I walked naked through the apartment to my room and got clothes for the day and shower caddy bag. I turned on the shower so it could warm up while I took my morning piss. I looked out the floor to ceiling windows as I didn’t business. It really was a beautiful view. After shaking the last of my piss off I got in the shower. The hot water felt great as it ran down my body. It also helped wake me up. After it got out of the shower I shaved, brush my teeth, and all that stuff. I dressed in a pair of light sweats and a T-shirt since I wasn’t planning on leaving the apartment today. I hung my towel up and just left my shower stuff in the bathroom since it would be mine going forward. I walked to the kitchen barefoot to get something to eat. The kitchen was pretty well stocked but I just wanted something simple. I found a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch so I got a big bowl, filled it to the top, and added the milk. I had just got my phone from the Josh’s bedroom room and sat down on the sofa with it and my bowl of cereal when he walked back through the door. He made a b-line for the bathroom bypassing the coffee I had brewed before my shower to have with my breakfast. Josh came out a few minutes later dressed and ready for work. I had to give him some crap about being a doctor gigolo. He dished right back at me with my hated nick name. We then talked about the day. He told me the furniture delivery due any minute and I told him about the text from mom confirming delivery of my thing this afternoon. We also agreed to a dinner of Chinese takeout. Not long after that the furniture delivery people guys arrived. We showed them where the room was and I told them where I wanted each piece of furniture. While the guys went down to the truck to get the furniture Josh helped me clear my crap from the room and gave me the tip money. The guys were bring up the first of the furniture when it was time for Josh to dip to work. I don’t know what came over me but I felt the need to touch and hug him. So I just went with it and hugged him goodbye before heading back to get my phone from the coffee table as he walked out the door. My feelings for Josh were growing stronger and faster than I thought they ever could. Sure I was still into him aesthetically, I mean man is hot! But the more time I spent with him and the more I got to know him the more I wanted to be with him. Luckily that train of thought was sidetracked by the sound of one of the guys coming from my room and asking me a question about the bed setup. I walked with him back to the room and had them adjust the bed placement by just a little bit. They confirmed where I wanted the desk, which was the next thing they were bringing up. I stood back and watched them work for a minute before I headed back to the living room. They were both pretty good looking, but I could tell both were straight and not really interested in me that way. It took them about two and a half hours to get everything brought up and set up. I tipped them and then showed them out. The room now had a bed frame with a very comfortable queen sized bed. There was also a dresser and two nightstands. The desk was in the corner along with the gaming chair Josh ordered for me (I had sent him a link to what I liked). I went to the living room and brought the stuff we got over the weekend along with my bags back to my room. I went about getting everything put away. One of the lamps went on the nigjtstand, one was belonged on the desk, I put the sheets on the bed, and the small standing/shaving mirror went on my dresser, and so on. I unpacked my clothes clothes and put them away in the dresser and closet. It was around 1:30 pm when I had finished putting everything away. I went to the living room and grabbed some fruit and a yogurt. After my quick lunch, I decided to go ahead and do some stretching and yoga. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and sat on the living room floor in front of the window. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin as I began my first stretches. I had on my headphones listening to some very calming music. The world around me melted away and I was in my happy place. My body worked off of muscle memory as I moved through my progression. I was startled out of my zen by a loud knocking sound. I took out my earbuds just in time to hear another loud knock and was then able to comprehend it was the front door. I hurried across the room to the door and when I opened to saw a guy couple years older than me standing there in a uniform that all the apartment building staff wore. He was about 5’9 - 5’10, had great dark brown hair, warm tan skin, honey brown eyes, he looked to be in good shape from what I could see, and he had a killer smile. The name tag on his shirt said Fernando. “Hi, how can I help you? Is there an issue?” I asked him curious why we were being paid a visit. “Hello, sir. I am Fernando with the apartment concierge staff. I have some delivery men coming up the elevator with Packages for you. We tried calling, but when we tried the phone number Mr. Josh gave us for Mr. Sam no one answered. I ran ahead to make sure you were home and everything was ok.” He explained in a warm tone with a bright smile on his face. “Oh man, I am sorry about that. I must of left my phone in silent while I did my yoga.” I replied as I looked over to my phone on the coffee table. It was then I realized I was standing in only my underwear in front of him. Plus I had worked up a sweat and they were pretty soaked so it didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Oh sorry, I forgot I wasn’t dressed for company. Come in in and give me a minute to throw my shorts on. I said as I walked away from the door to were my shorts lay on the floor by the couch. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked over and was certain he was checking out my ass as I bent over to get my shorts. I put a little extra show on for him as I got them from the floor and put them on. I could tell he was into me and at least bi. But he was defiantly down low, closeted, or something along those lines. I had excellent gaydar and had yet to be wrong. I walked back over to him deciding to leave my shirt on the floor. “Thank you so much for coming up and checking. Our mom would be pissed if I’d missed the delivery. I just moved out here and she sent me my stuff behind me.” I said as an explanation of what was coming up. Not that he need to know that but it was a way to make conversation. He had been looking at my chest and body the whole time I was walking back toward him. He snapped his eyes to mine when I got close and pretended not to have been looking. “Welcome sir! I have lived in the city my whole life. It is great!!! I just started here at the apartment building last week. So we are both new to the building.” He said with a reassuring simile. “Nice, maybe you can show me around sometime.” I said while I winked at him. He blushed, smiled his beautiful smile, and looked down. He was obviously into me. I know it can be messy fucking with DL or closeted guys, but there was just something so hot about!! We were interrupted by the noise of the men that were bringing up my boxes getting off the elevator. As Fernando turned to go to meet them in the hall I took the opportunity to check out his butt. His pants were tight and cupped his sweet ass and displayed it perfectly. I snapped out of the trance his ass put me in and went over to the couch to put on my shirt before the movers got to the door. It took about 45 minutes for them to get everything up from downstairs and then stacked in my room to be unpacked. Fernando stuck around for the entire process and helped out where he could. I caught him several times checking me out when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was cute and exciting knowing how much he wanted my body. I had a semi the entire time we were moving the boxes in and around. When the movers finished I walked them to the door tipping them as they departed. My new friend lingered off to the side while the left. I closed the door and turned around to see Fernando looking at me nervously. I could almost hear his inner thoughts debating if he should go for it or not. I decided to take the decision out of his hands. I crossed the room and took him by the back of the head as I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Not to roughly but firm enough he knew I meant business. His hands went straight to my sides and he started to feel all over my chest and abs. My free hand roamed down his back and found its way to cupping his plump butt. We made out for a few minutes as we rubbed over each others bodies. I started to unbutton his shirt and pull it off him. He followed suit and pulled my shirt off over my head followed by pushing my short down. I kicked them down to the floor and off my feet. He kissed me on my neck as I unbuttoned his slacks and took them off of him. He was wearing boxers, typical straight guy, but they were tenting showing his excitement. His mouth engulfed my nipple as he started to suck on it and flick it with his tongue. That made my constrained cock jump in my boxer briefs. He kissed his way down my chest and abs. With one quick yank I was naked. He put his nose in my bush and took a big inhale. It must of smelled stale and sweaty from my yoga and then moving the boxes. However I smelled It must of been good to him because his tent jumped and he moaned into my bush. He moved further down and took my hardening uncut cock in his hand and moved his face under my shaft. He took a big whiff of my balls and started to lick my sweaty salty balls. He took one in his wet warm mouth and rolled it. Then released it and took the other in it. That made me go super hard almost instantly. My big thick 9.5 inch uncut dick was standing at attention. He pulled the last of my foreskin behind the head of my aching cock and took the fat tip into his mouth. His tongue massaging my piss hole and then moved around the crown. He slowly started to work his way down on it. Inch by inch. He got maybe 4.5-5 inches down and gaged. He backed up and tried again. He was doing a good job, no teeth, and using his tongue well but he never got past 6 inches. .thst didn’t bother me because I loved looking down and watching this “straight” guy choke on my big fat cock! After about 10 minutes of him worshiping my dick I pulled him up from his knees and led him over to the couch. I turned him away from me and bent him over the back of it while I went to my knees behind him spreading his ample cheeks. His hole winked at me as I blew on it. I gently licked it with my tongue. That made him moan. I took that as a sign he wanted it. I dug into his sweet hole. Eating it deeper and deeper. Making sure I got my tongue in as far as I could. Then I started to alternate between spitting in it, eating it, and fingering his hole. Getting him to open little by little. He was moaning and shivering the whole time. I could tell he wanted my big fat cock deep in him. I got up and walked to my room to grab some lube and a condom from where I had stashed it in my nightstand. I came back and squirted the lube on my finger and lubed up his warm tight hole. I slipped the condom on and lubed my big fat shaft and slowly inserted my covered head into his hole. He moan as I gradually move deep and deeper into his hole. He had been fucked before for sure, but I could tell pretty quick that I was the biggest he had ever had because of how tight he was half way in. I finally got all 9.5 inches in him and bent over and kissed the back of his neck as I let my cock sit so he could adjust to the length and girth. I started to pump in and out of him slowly. Every time my cock ran across his prostate he’d moan and his body would shake. His hole felt so good wrapped around my big fat uncut cock! Just as I started to get going I felt the condom snap. I didn’t bother to stop. After all I had poked holes in it before I even opened the package to ensure this would happen. I did that too all my condoms. I always wore a condom when asked or it wasn’t discussed, but not for long. I hadn’t since the first time one broke on me as I was in a hot hole. My freshman year I was fucking a hot twink that said he only fucked safe. He was tight and my cock is big and I was fucking him hard!! The rubber snapped and I was to excited to stop. The twink didn’t notice (or pretended not to). Nutting in his raw hole felt so natural! Feeling that tight velvet hole on my cock naturally and flooding him full of my seed ruined condom sex for me. Since then I started preparing my condoms so they’d fail and I could still raw dog those that wanted a condom. Fernando hadn’t asked for a condom but also seemed relieved when I put one on. Now that the top half of my raw cock was in him raw he didn’t seem to notice or mind. I picked up my speed, pumping him hard and deep. Making him moan louder and louder. The condom was now bunched up at the base of my cock and my full raw cock was drilling his tight straight hole!! I pumped his hole for about 20 minutes over the couch. Him moaning and begging for it. Me telling him what a good boy he was. Then he shot a huge load hands free all over the top of the couch, on the couch cushions, and even down on the floor in front of it. He came gallons. That made his hole squeeze my dick harder and I couldn’t hold it long after that. My cum flooded his hole deep on my last stroke. I rested on his back and then slowly removed my now softening cock from his hole. He got up turned around and squatted in front of me. He removed the bunched condom ring from the base of my cum covered cock. He smiled at me taking it his mouth and sucking me deep. I was only about 60% hard so he was able to get the whole thing in his throat. He sucked every last drop of cum off my cock. As he pulled off my now fully soft dick he stood and kissed me. Sharing the last bit of cum he had in his mouth with me as we made out. “I am glad the condom broke. It feels so much better raw and I really wanted to feel your cum in me papi!” “Me too baby!! You can ride my dick anytime. Next time we can just start raw.” I replied and then slapped his ass. I bent over to kiss him again and my cock started to harden once more. It didn’t help Fernando was stroking me. “I would take that cock anytime papi” he whispered to me. That made me rock hard again, I turned him around and bent him slightly and slipped my dick into his now loose wet hole. I went balls deep hard and fast in one stroke. I fucked him there in the living room standing up. He reached out to brace himself on the nearby wall. I pounded him as hard and deep as I could. Fully raw!! It was 5 minutes of the one of hardest fuck I had ever given a bottom. My second load was even bigger than my first. Filling him up to the point my cum was leaking out of his now hole around my dick. He shot his second hands free load as my dick finished twitching and cumming in him. I pulled out and went down behind him to eat his cum filled hole! I got as much of my cum from his hole as I could before standing up to feed it to him. We made out for a while swapping my cum. We were interrupted by the front door opening and Josh walking in with a bag of Chinese food. He looked between us. Both of us naked. My cum running down Fernando’s leg. Both sweaty and clearly just finished fucking. “Well this is interesting scene to come home too!” He said with a smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Damn, I had lost track of time and now I was busted fucking a random stranger in the middle of the living room. I swallowed the frog in my throat and really hopped Josh was going to be cool about this. ————————— I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I finally got the time and inspiration to finish the chapter and it took a turn even I wasn’t expecting!! Thank you all for your patience. More to come!

Chapter 5 ———- Josh ——— The gym was dead again and sadly the boy from yesterday wasn’t there. I needed to make my workout quick today anyway so it was for the best. I finished quickly and got back up stairs to shower and get dressed for the day. The furniture delivery was due to get here at 8 or 8:30 and my first appointment was shortly after that. It was originally planned for me to be there to accept the delivery and then one of the apartment concierge staff would supervise the delivery while I went to work (for a fee of course). Sam would be supervising it now so I wanted to make sure the delivery people weren’t crazy and my little bro was safe. When I got back up to the apartment Sam was sitting in the living room drinking coffee and eating cereal. “There is coffee in the pot bro.” He said as I came in. “Thanks, I will get some after my shower.” I replied as I walked through the open living area and down the hallway to my bedroom. I took a quick shower and dressed in my charcoal slacks and a nice peach button down shirt. No tie today. I put on my dress socks and loafers to complete my outfit. I styled my hair with gel and of course flossed, brushed, and hit the mouth wash. When I walked into the kitchen Sam whistled at me. “Big bro looking the hot doctor part!! That’s how you get all those famous people as clients, huh?” “Oh come on now, you know it’s the skill not the look.” I laughed as I answered him. “Yea, I know that you know your shit doc, but hey eye candy never hurts when your getting treated for and injury.” “This is true. Thanks for making the coffee Sammy.” I said using his nickname to tease him. He didn’t bother to respond with anything more than his middle finger before looking down at his phone. “Mom texted while you were working out, my stuff will be delivered this afternoon.” He said as he continued to do whatever he was doing on his phone. “Ok, the furniture delivery people should be here soon. Looks like you will have a day full of unpacking. Also today is a long day for me. I won’t be home till after 6.” “Ok, let’s order some food for dinner than. I’d be down for good Chinese.” “Yea, there a good place just up the way that delivers. I will send you the menu and just let me know what you want and I can put the order in before I head home.” “Sounds good!” He said licking up at me from his phone with a quick smile before looking back down at it. A few minutes later there was a call from the buildings concierge letting me know that the delivery people were here and that a staff member was escorting them up to my apartment. The knock at the door a minute later shifted the morning into overdrive. The two delivery guys were hot but I didn’t have time for empty flirting this morning. I greeted them and then showed them to Sam’s room. Sam was beside me at that point and he explained where he wanted the bed, nightstands, dresser, and desk. While the guys headed back down to the garage to get the furniture via the service elevator I helped Sam move his luggage and the decor we bought yesterday to the living room. That way the guys would have full access to the room. They were just bringing up the first pieces of furniture, it looked to be the bed frame, when it was time for me to head out. I gave Sam the money to tip them when they were done and went to fist bump him goodbye. He surprised me by wrapping me in a hug instead which I gladly embraced. Then he released me and casually went back to the living room and his phone. I was deep in thought as I walked down to the car. We were not a big touchy family. Hugs and kisses were normally saved for moe special things like goodbye that would be for months not just for the work day. I shrugged it off and climbed in the Audi and headed to work. I couldn’t be late for this client. She was very wealthy and the type that didn’t want to be kept waiting. But she was nice otherwise and referred lots of her rich socialite friends to the practice so making sure to be on time was worth it. I got to the office with about 20 minutes to spare before the appointment and was greeted by Lenny, one of our physical therapist and the person who worked with me with on clients the most. “Hey there boss, it’s gonna be a long day! We have a lot to do, but luckily we have a lunch window.” He said, his accent just barely reflecting his southern upbringing. He was born and raised in the south but got out as soon as he could. He wasn’t as lucky as me and had to work hard and put himself through college as he worked since his family disowned him for being gay. He was a couple years older than me, about 5’9, very thin and wiry build, had beautiful light brown skin from his mom being white and dad black, black hair, and very sexy brown bedroom eyes that always looked ready to seduce you. He also has a nice 6.5 inch cut cock along with a fantastic ass and hole that I had bred many times. He is the definition of a total bottom and is poz unmedicated like me. We found each other shortly after I started working at the practice and have been fucking ever since. Me recharging his toxic hole whenever we had a chance. Him mentioning our lunch break meant he’d be taking my fat raw poz dick and dirty cum for lunch. “Oh? Well that’s good. How long will I have to use your holes?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow at him. “We have an hour and a half window so as long as the schedule cooperates we will have enough time to fuck and have some food.” He said as he came over and reached down into my lap and started to massage my dick through my slacks. I looked to the unlocked door and then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Which lasted a few minutes and included me reaching down the back of his scrubs, where he didn’t have any underwear on, and fingering his hole. He unzipped me and was stroking my now rock had cock. I pulled him to his knees as I swiveled my chair toward him and guided his mouth down on my dripping cock. I used my hand on the back of his neck to force him deeper on my dick and making him gag on it. He loved when I did that and always asked for the hardest throat fuck I could give. It took about 5 minutes of me really using his throat, to the point he almost passed out from lack of oxygen, to make me flood his throat with my charged cum. He pulled off my wet dick and moved up to kiss me and share what was left of my cum that he hadn’t swallowed. We parted and he grabbed a towel from the nearby cabinet and cleaned off my cock before tucking me away and zipping me back up. We stood up at the same time and had one last peck before we went about preparing for our client that was due any minute. The morning few by. We had 4 appointments before lunch and managed to only get behind by 15 minutes. Lenny came into my office after walking the last patient out carrying two salads and two flavored waters. We had ordered lunch and apparently it had been delivered during the last appointment. He had grabbed it from the front desk while he was up there. He locked the door behind him and he put the food in the small mini-fridge I kept in my office. We wouldn’t eat till after I had filed his poz hole. I walked over to the sofa and sat down as he put the food away. He followed me over, slowly stripping his clothes away as he approached. He was naked by the time he got to me and bent over to kiss me. He was a beautiful person inside and out that was blessed with a gorgeous body! His dick was fully hard and swayed as he walked. His eyes went from the normal flirty to burning with sexual desire. While he liked to be throat fucked hard, and he was normally a sub bottom boy, I knew from that look he was in his more dom headspace. My role today was to sit there and let him use me as a riding mount. His kiss was deep and passionate. He took control and owned my mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt. His hands roamed my pecks till they came to rest on my nipples. He played with them as our tongues danced together. My dick was cramped and screaming to be let out so it could grow to its full potential. Luckily Lenny stopped our kissing and kneeled on the floor in front of me as he moved his hands down undoing my button, unzipping my fly, and pulling down my slacks enough to have the right access for my cock to be at the right angle for him to ride it. One set of his fingers went back to my nipples as his other hand stroked my rapidly hardening cock. He took my free nipple in his mouth and licked, sucked, and then lightly nibbled on it. A deep growl escape from my throat as he bit down. He paused long enough to reach over to the side table and grab the surround sound remote to turn on the classical music we always played when we took lunches (both regular lunches or “lunches”) to help cover the sound. The walls were thick but we still did it to help cover our fucks just in case. He rose from his knees to straddle my lap as he kissed me on my lips first then he moved my head to the side and kissed my earlobe and then down my neck. His hole was teasing my now precum covered poz uncut cock. He’d let my head hit his hole just enough to feel it but not enter it as he continued to drive me crazy with neck kisses. “Please sit on it!! I need to feel your hole wrapped around my big fat uncut raw poz cock!!” I begged after I couldn’t take much more of the teasing. “Oh, you want my sweet raw charged hole around you? Want to mix that toxic precum in my hole with my strain?” “Fuck yes!!! I need to give you my strain again!! It’s been to long!!” “Mmmm, yea? The weekend without my prefect poz hole is hard, but I am sure you had plenty of hole.” He teased my cock more as I felt him smile against my neck. This was our normal routine on Mondays. Telling each other who we fucked over the weekend. “I had a great night Friday and I got to deposit my toxic cum in neg hole. Yesterday morning I bred a stranger in the gym sauna. But, my sexy straight brother got here and has been driving me crazy. Walking around in underwear or nothing at all. His giant uncut dick hanging out and that prefect ass taunting me.” I practically whined. “Oh? So little brother got into town early? And he is hot and hung? Interesting” he said as he moved to the other side of my neck. “Yea, and due to him getting here 3 day early I didn’t have a bed for him so we have been sharing one. Naked!” I exclaimed. “Mmm that’s a hot mental picture. You and your brother naked in bed!” He said as his hole caught on my head again and he put just enough pressure to let the tip of it in. “You have no clue! He’s got me so rilled up all day I can’t stand it!” “Well then maybe big brother needs to try and convert little bro. In more than one way.” He said with a hint of slyness in his voice. “That be so hot!! Knocking up my straight brother and making his hole mine! Riding his last neg load from his big uncut dick!!” My cock jerked in his hole and let out a huge glob of precum. “Oh, you really do want him! My hole got good and wet from that spasmand you saying that you’d bottom for him can only mean you want him bad!!” He said in surprise. “Yea, but I couldn’t risk it. The family would freak. And it’s not worth that. I will be ok, it’s only six months. It just means I will have to use your hole daily.” I said as Lenny continued to tease the head of my dick in his hole without moving any further down it. “Yea, illy hole is here whenever you need. But we will have to talk more about that. Brainstorm.” He said as he took the first inch of my fat uncut dick into his hole. I just moaned in response to his hole gripping my dick and the thought of us planning a way to poz my little brother. Our conversation stopped there as Lenny took charge and started to ride my full 7.5 inches. Slow at first then going faster and faster. Clapping his ass against my thighs as he rode me like a stallion. Telling me how bad he wanted my toxic babies in him. How his hole needed to be filled with my unmedicated highly viral cum. How he wanted my dirty load to recharge him. I just moaned as he rode me. After about 10 minutes of him bucking on my rock hard dick I was close to cumming. “I am going to fucking shoot my poz cum deep in you!!! I am fucking cumming!! Get ready to be knocked up again!!” I growled as I unload deep in his already poz hole. “Fuck yes!!! Mix our strains!!” He moaned as he stroked his cock and his cum exploded all over my abs. Luckily not getting any on my shirt. He collapsed on top of me and we sat there resting for a minute with my cock still deep in his hole plugging my cum in him. He slowly raised off my cock and sat beside me. “That was so hot! Picturing you and your brother as I rode you!! Fuck.” “Yea it was. But it won’t happen.” I said with a resigned shrug as I got up and pulled my pants and underwear into place. “Hmmm we will see about that.” He said as he stood and walked to the attached private bathroom to drop off my kids before dressing. It was sad to know he’d not be keeping them but we couldn’t have them leaking out while we worked. I got out the salads and waters from the mini-fridge and put them on the desk. I laid everything out and sat in my chair as I buttoned up my shirt and then combed my hair so it went from looking just fucked to professional. Lenny came out and sat at the desk naked as we chatted more about Sam’s arrival and how we spent the weekend. He told me about his weekend and the guys he let breed him. My work iPad light up on the desk as the beep of Lenny’s hand held device sounded. Both signaled that the next patient had arrived. Lenny went to get them as I cleared the desk and then meet them in the exam room. The afternoon zoomed from there and when we wrapped up it was after 6. I walked with Lenny out and said goodbye at his jeep. On the drive home I found myself wondering what Sam had been up to all day. How didn’t furniture delivery go? Did his stuff from home arrive ok? I hadn’t been able to really check in. He had texted me a few times saying all was going well and to give me his Chinese order. That was all I got, nothing very detailed so it left me curious. I guess I’d find out soon. ————- I appreciate everyone being so patient and all the positive feedback. Hopefully I can get chapters done sooner but no promises, lol. Hope you all enjoy the chapter!!!

Chapter 4 —— Sam ———- Fucking asshole! That cocky grin on Josh’s face as he walked out after slapping my ass was stuck in my brain as I cleaned up the piss from around the toilet. My dick going half hard from his touching my bare ass only made the mess worse. I threw the toilet paper I used to clean up the mess into the bowl and flushed it down. I went over and turned on the shower to warm up. I needed to get a quick wank before I went out for breakfast because my now fully hard dick wouldn’t be hid by my underwear. As the water warmed I walked over to the linen closet to get a clean towel. While pulling out my towel I noticed Josh’s gym clothes from this morning laying on the floor and his jock was on top. I hurried over to close and lock the door. I went back and picked up his jock bringing it to my nose and taking a deep whiff. It smelled so good!!! A mix of musty man scent, the soap he used, and that Josh smell. I sat down right there on the floor by his clothes stretching my legs out and started to long stroke my uncut dick as I continued to inhale from his jock. When I put my other hand down to brace myself I felt something wet but also sticky. I looked down and saw his gym shirt was wet with sweat but also had white streaks on it. I laid the jock on my leg and picked up the shirt and drought it up to nose hoping it was what I thought it was. The smell of cum filled my nostrils. It made me go even harder and my hole hungrier than any poppers had ever made it. I pulled it away from my nose and stuck my tongue out and licked a tongue full from one of the white cum puddles. It lit my taste buds on fire. It was the best tasting cum I had ever had!! I was so close to cumming from the smell and taste I am surprised my nuts didn’t explode. I took hold of my raging schlong with one hand stroking my cock hard and fast as I ate more of the ambroshia that was my brother’s cum. It only took a minute or two before I shot one of the most powerful and intense loads of my life! It covered my abs, chest, and even got some on my face. I reached up and swiped the cum from my cheek and added it to some of Josh’s from the shirt and took a into my mouth and sucked it clean!! It tasted so good!! After my legs stopped shaking I got up and made my way over to the shower. I rinsed off quickly in the hot water then got out and dried quickly as well. I’d been too long already and didn’t want Josh to come looking for me. I put on my boxer-briefs from the night before and took my towel over to the hamper. Along the way I picked up all of Josh’s gym clothes and took them with me. I dropped them all in the bin except his jock which got tucked into my underwear pouch for later. I walked out into the kitchen as Josh was walking to the table with two plates wearing only a pair of boxer-trunks. On the table was a carafe of coffee along with sugar, cream, and all the fixings. “Good, I was about to come drag you out of the shower before the eggs got cold.” He said with a teasing tone. “Well I would have been done quicker but I had to pick up after you. You know how much trouble you’d be in if mom saw you leaving your gym clothes on the bathroom floor?” I teased him back. “Ah, yea I’d have a half hour lecture over breakfast for sure. I am spoiled. I have a cleaning person come by 3 times a week while I work so they generally pick those up for me. Bad habit I have got into.” “Well I guess I can forgive you since all I really am hearing is that means I don’t have to clean like a indentured servant on the weekends like at home.” I said laughing. He laughed as well at the memories of our absolute crazy mom and the dreaded weekend house cleaning. We sat down and I made a cup of coffee as he dished out the eggs and the mixed fruit. We chatted as we ate. Josh seemed to know how to cook because the omelette was really good. After breakfast I helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher. I stole looks at his nearly naked body as we worked to clean up the kitchen. He really was everything a man should be. I wanted to smell his sweat directly from his armpit and taste that cum straight from the tap. I had to stop my dirty thoughts before my cock swole and provided a tent for him to see. I excused myself and went to my room and got dressed in baggy pants and a T-shirt. I slipped his sweaty jock into my suitcase for later. We had decided over breakfast to go out to see some of the local sights. We were also going to hit a few stores to look at decor for my room. Not that the either thing was my idea of a fun time but I didn’t complain. My idea of a good Sunday was the day spent in my room on my computer gaming or working on a project or continuing to work on the software I was trying to develop and market. But I wanted to spend more time with Josh and I also promised myself I’d make more of an effort to get out and have a social life. Also, I needed to know the city better to be successful at exploring my sexual interests so spending a few weekend days exploring with Josh would help with that as well. We grabbed lunch at a good locally owned deli as we we where out exploring. Then after dropping our shopping at home we meet up with a few of Josh’s friends. We had dinner at a burger joint then went bowling. I hadn’t been bowling since I was a kid and my score reflected that. But the fun we had as a group was well worth my poor athleticism being on display. The people in the group reminded me of a lot of my friends the last year of college. They too were a few years older than me and all of them were in some way a part of the rainbow mafia. We got home around 11pm. After going to my bathroom to get ready for bed I walked naked to the kitchen and got 2 bottles of water and then headed to Josh’s room. He was laying on top of the blankets on the bed naked as well. Neither of us commented on the nakedness tonight. We just seemed to accept it as our routine. I put a bottle of water on his bedside table and then went to my side and did the same thing. I got in bed and Josh turned all the lights down with the dimmer control on his phone. He was watching a baseball game on a tv he had mounted on the wall. I hadn’t know it was a tv because it was one of those that look like a painting or picture when not turned on. I wasn’t big on sports so I decided to play a time waster game I keep on my phone. Over the next hour my body just seemed to be drawn to my hot big brother. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was putting my phone down and laying my head on his chest. His pecks were strong but his skin was soft and warm. It was mere seconds after I closed my eyes that I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up feeling safe and warm with a big strong arm wrapped around me. We were laying down and I was cuddled into Josh’s side. The tv was off now and the room was almost completely dark save the light coming from the digital clock on his side of the bed. It was a little after 3 am. I must of slept through him repositioning us down from sitting up to laying down. We were still both naked of course. Our bodies feeding off each other’s body heat. I looked up at his face. His eyes closed shut, his face relaxed, and his features smoothed out. He was snoring very lightly. God he was so sexy! I looked over his muscular and well defined body. His cock was laying half hard on his groin and below them set a nice heavy set of balls. Below them his long muscle leg flowed down to his big feet. I decided to be a little daring and I lifted my hand from where it was laying on Josh’s abs and lightly moved my finger along the ridges of his six pack, moving up their middle ridge to his chest, across to his right peck, over his collarbone, and across his well developed shoulder. My journey continued down his arm along his biceps and down his strong forearms. I moved across to his thigh when I got to his wrist and slowly moved up his hip and then over the right side of his lower V. His light snoring and breathing stayed the same through the entire journey. The perks of being from a family of deep sleepers. I felt emboldened (or horny) so I continued to push my luck. I glidedup his abs and chest to his right nipple. I slowly traced around it and then moved to the center of it. It began to harden and stick out the minute I got near it. I alternated between his right and left nipple feeling them both get harder and pointier. That wasn’t the only thing getting hard. My cock was rock hard now laying up over his thigh/hip while Josh’s big fat uncut cock was hard and solid laying straight up toward his belly button. The mushroom head stuck out with the foreskin just sitting under the ridge. I slowly moved so I could reach my tongue to his nipple while not moving his arm from around me. Almost from the minute my tongue hit his nipple his cock began to precum. Not a ton but a good dribble ran from his head onto his abs. I moved my hand down from his right nipple as I continued to lick his left. I used my finger ti gather the precum, put it on his nipple, and then licked it off. It was warm and tasted salty yet sweat. I almost shot my load then and there. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his thick uncut dick and felt the warm soft skin along with the rigid steel like muscle underneath. I didn’t dare stroke it but I did gently squeeze it and feel the blood flowing through it. He precam even more as I held his cock. I stopped licking his nipple and released his cock. I slowly disentangled from him and moved down to be face to cock with him. I waited a few minutes to ensure he was still asleep. When I was certain my movement hadn’t woke him I gently grasped his cock and began to ever so slowly stroke his cock. His hard dick leaked gobs of precum as I put my tongue out to the head licking that nectar straight from the tap. I kept looking back at his face as I did to ensure he was still sleeping. He was. His jizz continued to drip into my mouth as I stroked him. I was leaking myself and had my free hand under my cock head so I didn’t leak on the sheets. Finally, I decided I’d push my luck far enough and released his cock making sure to gently kiss away the last of his precum from his cock head and abs. He remained deep in dream land. I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to relieve the huge load built up in my balls. It was another massive load courtesy of my big brother. I cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. I watched the gorgeous sleeping man as I drank the last of my water. I climbed back into bed and laid so my ass and back against were against his side. I quickly nodded off and fell into my own deep sleep where I had vivid dreams of choking on my brother massive cock. I woke to the digital clocks alarm going off as the sun’s rays just began to peak into the room. Josh was now on his side too and snuggled up behind me with his arm over my side while his morning wood resting against my ass cheek. He growled and rolled over to turn off the alarm. I pretended to still be asleep as he climbed from the bed and walked naked to the bathroom. His hard cock swinging in front of him as he walked. The sound of his piss hitting the toilet bowl filled the silence of the early morning. A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom quietly and put on gym clothes. He walked to my side of the bed and leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I know the alarm woke you, but go back to sleep. I am going to the gym downstairs and will be back in 45 mins.” I just nodded and nuzzled into my pillow in response. He kissed the top of my head and walked from the room. I laid in bed for a while thinking what my next moves should be. ——————- I hope you all enjoy the story heating up. I know I have enjoyed writing it!! As always, thank you for the feedback, positive comments, and reactions. Also special shout out to the moderators for all they do!!

Chapter 3 —— Josh ——- God why am I so warm!! I went to throw the light cover I slept with off me when I realized it was already gone. What was making me so warm was my brother wrapped around me like and octopus. He put off heat like a furnace. While I was warm it felt nice to have him wrapped around me. I wasn’t big on sleepovers and hadn’t let a guy do it in a while. But with Sam it felt good. Then he moved to get a little closer in his sleep and I felt a very large cock come to rest on my lower back and ass. I could tell it was heavy and long. I swore it also felt like it was just a little wet at the tip with precum, but that may have been wishful thinking. I stayed still trying not to wake him. I was tipsy when we went to bed last night and I remember now that we both decided to sleep naked. Thinking with a clear head now that may not have been the best idea. My crush on him is even bigger now that I have felt his big fat uncut cock laying against my ass. I started to harden thinking about what it might feel like to have him in my ass. Stretching my hole open. It’s been a very long time since I bottomed but my hole twitched at the idea of Sam in it balls deep and flooding me with his cum. I had to get out of this bed before I did something to my straight brother that I’d regret. I managed to slip out of the bed without him waking up. We have both always been very deep sleepers thankfully. After extracting myself from the bed I went to the bathroom to pee. It was still early, about 6:30. So after I finished I decided to go to the gym we had in the building for my workout while Sam slept. I got dressed and left a note on the bedside stand to let Sam know where I was. The trip down to the gym wasn’t long. It was always empty this time of day. I started with stretches and a jog on the treadmill to warm up. It was chest and abs day. I worked through my reps using various machines and weights. I worked up a good sweat over the 45 minutes it took me to complete my workout. I moved back to the treadmill to finish with my cardio. I usually ran around 2.5 miles in the 20 minutes. This morning I used my sexual desire for my naked hung hot brother in my bed to push my self and made it 3 miles in just under 21 minutes. It was around 8:15 am when I stepped off the treadmill drenched in sweat. It was still too early for anyone to be in the gym since it was a Sunday. I decided to indulge in one of my kinks, public nudity, by going to the sauna and stripping naked. I liked to end my workouts with a good sauna session. I love it even more when I could do it naked. As soon as I closed the door behind me I stripped naked. I laid my shorts on the bench and sit on them and laid my jock and shirt beside me. I had my head back and was enjoying the sweat and freedom when I heard the door open and close. I decided it was best to pretend I was asleep that way if the person was embarrassed or shocked by my nudity they could just leave. If they stayed I figured they’d potentially be up for some fun. After about two minutes without hearing the door open again I decided to open one eye and peak at who had come in. A hot guy wearing only workout shorts who looked to be in his mid 20s was sitting across from me. He looked to be of Latin descent, had nice light brown skin, his hair was a dark brown or black and had it on his head, his pits, and just a small patch on his chest. He looked to be average height and fit from what I could tell in the low light. One thing for sure was he was sexy and from the way he was staring at my crotch he was definitely interested. I decided to test just how interested he was. I kept up my cover of being asleep and just moved a bit while my hand slipped from my thigh and landed beside my soft cock and balls. That contact was just enough to get my cock to start growing. It slowly filled and hardened till it got to 7.5 inches and full thickness. My foreskin slipped back and relieved my nice fat mushroom head. I heard my new companion almost whimper when the head became fully visible. “If you want it that bad get over here and suck it baby.” I said with my eyes still closed. “Ummm… I don’t umm… I am not…. ummm” he stammered. “Fuck it.” I heard what sounded like the removal of shorts followed by warm breath on my dick. Then a strong grasp around my cock as his tongue made contact with the head of my cock. He slowly ran it around the edges of my head where it meet the shaft as one of his hands continued to grip my cock and the other started to play with my balls. The attention made my dick stand rock hard and I started to leak precum. He moaned as his tongue swiped over my cock head and tasted my charged seed. He then took my head in his mouth and started to work his way down to the base. He slowly got my cock deeper into his warm wet mouth. He started to really go to town as he purposely gag himself on my dick. Forcing it as far as he could then holding it there till he couldn’t hold his breath any longer at which point he’d pull up to the tip and take a breath. He’d then repeat it again going deeper. He never got to the last 1/4 of it down his throat (very few have ever taken it balls deep) but he sure did try. I pulled him up to me and positioned him so that he was sitting on my lap facing me and took the back of his head into my hand as I kissed him. He was reluctant at first but then melted into it and opened his mouth so I could slip my tongue in and make out with him. He moaned as my hand ran over his body as we made out. I moved my hand down to his ass and massaged and squeezed his cheeks. He then adjusted himself so I could reach further down and open his crack. When my finger hit his hole he moaned deeper into my mouth. I took that as a green light and used the sweat I had built up on my hands as lube to slip one finger into his hole. I went slow because I could tell from how tight he was his hole wasn’t used regularly. I did this for a about a minute before I lifted him and then turned us around and bent him over the bench so his knees were in the lower bench and his chest and head over the upper bench were my sweaty jock was laying. I kneeled down behind him and spread cheeks open. His tight rosebud was perfect. Just a touch of hair. It winked at me as I blew on it. He moaned loudly when my tongue touched it and continued to moan as I ate his hot sweaty hole. I made sure to get it good and wet so I could easily slip my fat uncut poz cock into him bare. His hole opened even more as I began alternating eating and fingering him. I soon got up to 3 fingers I knew he was ready. I stood up and spit on my dick. Then jerked it to coat myself with the spit and poz precum I’d been leaking the whole time I’d been playing with his hole. I lined my cock head up with his hole as I bent over and started kissing the back of his neck. I also reached a hand around and wrapped it around his 6.5 in uncut cock. I slowly applied increasing pressure to his hole till my fat cock head popped in. He moaned and whimpered at the same time from the pain and pleasure. I gave it a few seconds before I moved. Then I slowly inched myself deeper into his extremely tight hole. I had to hold back my load on a couple occasion as I was doing this. His hole was so warm and tight (and he was squeezing this his hole) it was almost to much. Once I knew he was open I began to pick up the pace. Fucking deeper, harder, and faster. We were both moaning and grunting. He began to meet my strokes with his ass making that hot slapping noise every time I went balls deep. Our sweaty bodies against each other as my poz dick leaked huge amounts of charged precum into his hole. After only a few minutes I felt his cock flex in my hand right before he shot a huge load all over the bench. His hole tightened even more around my dick sending me over the edge. With one final downstroke I filled him full of my poz babies. Flooding his ass with highly viral toxic cum balls deep!!! I rested on his back for a few moments before I slipped my now half hard cock from his hole. I slapped him on the ass as I collected my clothes. “You know how to suck and got a great ass boy!” Was all I said before I left the sauna with my clothes in my hand. In the gym area I used my shirt to clean the cum off my cock and then put on my shorts. I rode the elevator up to my apartment in just my shoes and shirt. When I got to my room Sam was still sleeping but now he was spread out over the bed on his back uncovered. His massive 9 inch hard cock standing rigidly in the air. I went straight to the bathroom to avoid the temptation to take him in my throat. I stripped leaving my clothes on the floor and got into the shower. I took a good long shower and washed the sweat and cum off me. I wondered who I had just fucked and probably pozzed up. I hadn’t seen him before and had no clue who he was but I hope I had a chance to fuck that sweat hole again. As I got out and was drying off Sam walked groggily into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He was still half hard as he aimed his cock at the bowl and let rip a strong stream. He looked over his shoulder at me and did the universal nod. “Good morning Sammy. I am going to make some coffee and an omelette. Would you like one” I asked as I hung my towel on the rack. “Yea, one with just cheese please Joshie” he replied with a shit eating grin knowing that nickname irritated me. I walked over behind him, my naked body just inches from him, as I looked over his shoulder. “Ok, one cheese omelette and coffee coming up. Remember don’t shake that monster more than twice or you are playing with it little bro.” I slapped his ass making him jump and his stream jump out of the bowl for a second before he corrected it. He gave me a dirty look as I smiled mischievously walking out of the bathroom. I put on some boxer-trunks to cook in before leaving the bedroom. As I gathered the ingredients I heard the shower turn on in my bathroom and wondered lustfully what shower sex with Sam would be like as I prepared our breakfast. ————————— I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More to come!!! Thank you for the support and feedback!

Chapter 2 ———- Sam ———- As my plane started it descent into my new life I was filled with excitement and nervousness. This would be the farthest I’d been from home in my life. Yea I went off to college but mom insisted I live in the dorms the whole time. Plus I had to make regular trips home. Now I would be more “free”, though still with my big brother (Josh who I called Joshie to annoy like any good little brother would) there to “help me learn how to be an adult” as mom said many times when she was trying to convince me to live with him when I took my new job. I was going to be making a good salary, even though it was just above entry level, because the field I worked in was in high demand and paid better than 90% of other fields of work. My base pay was more than enough to afford a good life in the city living alone. If my team hit our bonus targets I’d be on easy street. However mom won, as always, by using here sheer will to “convince” me and Josh to live together for at least the first 6 months. Plus with how laid back he is, I doubt he’d be much of a chaperone. I’m sure as long as I checked in with him regularly he will probably leave me alone so I could do pretty much do whatever I wanted. He and dad were a lot alike in attitude and demeanor. I could definitely vibe with that. I wasn’t that laid back and did like some things a certain way, particularly work related things, but for the most part I was more relaxed and go with the flow. This new freedom would allow and being this far away from my parents would allow to me to continue to explore what I had started to in college. I knew I was bi from around middle school on. I have been with both men and women, but recently started to lean more to the male side. Particularly because I have started to explore kinks more and more. I have been more successful with finding men that are into the kinks I am and are willing to help me learn. I have dabbled in a few things and have a long list of things I want to try. I was hopeful with Josh’s lax supervision I could be able to start checking those things off my list. That freedom is what was making me so excited. I of course was nervous from moving to a unfamiliar city, starting a new job, and entering a new phase of my life. However, those weren’t the primary reason my stomach in knots. The thing that made me most nervous, and also a most excited, was living with my brother and being around him so much. We haven’t spent more than an hour or two together in years. Not because I don’t like him but because I am afraid I like him to much. When I was younger I idolized him as any kid did his big brother. Then as I grew up and realized I was attracted to both sexes, I also found that I was attracted to Josh. When he came home on one of his visits I found myself admiring him at the dinner table and it hit me that I was attracted to him. My attraction to him only grew from there till I realized when I was a freshman in college and he was home again for a visit that not only did I have a crush on but he had a direct line to my dick. His laugh, a gentle touch as we passed each other, his warm strong hugs, hell just looking at him to long all made me want to jump his bones. I had jerked off to him more times than I’d like to admit. The idea of liking my brother was so hard to get my head around. There was a lot of shame attached to those feelings. Then in my senior year of college I had talked with a few of my new kinky friends and they helped my understand that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. That society built a lot of artificial barriers and supposed moral absolutes that we don’t have to buy into. If anything were to happen between Josh and me it wouldn’t be a big deal. It wouldn’t be illegal. It wouldn’t result in offspring. The worst would be harsh judgements from others. By the time I graduated I had got to the point of not caring what others might think about it. This new living arrangement would put me in his vicinity a lot more than I had been in a long time. I’d have to really keep a check on my boner till I learned how sexually open Josh was. I knew he was gay and lived in a very gay city so I figured he’d be into some kink. I’d just have to figure out what kind. Then work from there and see what happened. The idea of living with him, being in his space, and the possibilities that could bring made me very anxious but also super excited and very horny. I was jolted from my dirty thoughts about what I’d do to my brother given the chance by the plane touching down on the runway. I got busy with the whole routine of getting off the plane. It was good to stretch my legs as I walked the jetway and over to the baggage claim after the long flight. I found my bags easily and then headed for the area we had agreed to meet up. I didn’t see Josh till he looked up from his phone and our eyes locked. Those beautiful green eyes, that perfectly muscled body, his sexy smile. I had to will my cock not to get hard as I made my way over to meet him. He had been leaning against a pole but he stood up when I made my way to him. I always loved how tall he was. Most people aren’t taller than me, so that was another thing that got my johnson peeking up a bit. We greeted each other with a hug. I didn’t hold it for long. I didn’t want him to feel my growing boner. We chatted as we walked to the parking lot. His beautiful car was sitting there waiting for us. I wasn’t a big car guy but I knew the car was nice. By the time we had got to what would be my new home I had my cock under control. Well that was until Josh broke the news we’d be sharing a bed for a few night till the bed he order for me arrived. The mix up on arrival dates had left me bed-less till Monday (thanks dad). But stuff happens and I wasn’t going to stress over it. Plus it help may help me figure out what Josh was into. I asked Josh if I could get a quick shower, both to wash the plane off me but also to jerk off real quick and hopefully get that out of my system. Josh led my bathroom and as he was rummaging for towels I stripped off my clothes and had almost made it to the shower when he turned around and caught my in my birthday suit. He tried to play it off but I caught him looking at my body and schlong before he looked away. He recovered quickly though. I excused my nakedness using the whole it’s normal for men to be naked around each other as an on the fly excuse to avoid admitting I was trying to sneak into the shower unseen. He went along with it but then upped the anti by basically encouraging me to be naked around him if I wanted to and stating he rarely wore clothes at home. I didn’t know what to say and needed to get in shower before my dick got hard. I took the towels he offered and got into the shower as he walked toward the door. It had taken everything in my power not to get hard in front of him. As I turned on the water I heard the bathroom door close. I melted under the hot shower and wrapped my hand around my rapidly stiffening cock. I was around 8.5-9 in when fully hard and uncut. Pretty thick. Had big balls that shoot huge loads. I really got lucky in that department. I stroked my dick to images of Josh. I thought of his smell and of the look on his face as he looked at my naked body when he didn’t think I was watching. I shot my load in no time. I rinsed off, turned off the water, and got out to dry myself down. I walked back to my currently empty room with just a towel around my waist. I needed to get fresh clothes out of my suitcase. As I was bent over debating what to wear a devilish thought creeped into my mind. I needed to test Josh interests in me at some point so why not start now. He did tell me to dress so I was comfortable. While I would of loved to walk out naked I decided to not go that far just yet. I put on a pair of very tight and revealing boxer-briefs and nothing else. I walked out down the hall past the third bedroom, which Josh had made into an office. After passing by the bathroom I walked into the big living room. The apartment was well decorated considering he’d only been living here a few months. It was nice without being showy. Josh was across the living room looking out the window as he talked on the phone. I could tell he was talking to mom by his responses. I had texted her when I landed and I saw him text here before we pulled out of the airport parking lot. But that’s our mom for you, always triple checking everything. I looked past Josh out to where his gaze was set. The day was beautiful and the apartment had a great view. You could see out to the ocean. We weren’t right on the beach but defiantly not far from it. It was really a nice apartment fit for the very popular celebrity doctor he was. He had done well for himself and really made a name in the PT world out here. I was very proud of him and he deserved all the nice things he had. “That women worries more than anyone alive. I swear she needs to take a Xanax or something.” Josh said with an edge to his deep voice as he turned around and caught the first glimpse of me in my tight underwear. “Yea, I mean I get she worries but she needs to chill a little.” I responded standing and trying not to fidget under the gaze of his emerald eyes. After about 10 seconds Josh continued on with the conversation, “Yea, you would think no one had ever moved away from home before. Plus of course she had to give me the information on your boxes which coincidentally will be here Monday along with the bedroom stuff.” “I guess it’s good I have a week to unpack and get all set before I have to report to work.” I said more to myself than Josh as I made plans for my room and the next few days. “Yea, the bed stuff comes first thing in the morning Monday. I got the first appointment slot for delivery and set up. I will be here when they arrive but you may have to finish it up for me because I have a standing appointment at 10 am that I can’t reschedule.” Josh told me helping to fill in my mental plan. “That’s no problem. I only have to go out one day next week to the office to get all my HR paperwork done before I report for my first day next Monday.” I replied. “Cool. The pizza is ordered and should be here in a few minutes. There is bottled water or Coca-Cola in the fridge. Blue Moon and Truly are in there too. If you want hard liquor the bar cart is over there.” He said clearly Intending for me to help myself. “Great, I will go with Coke for now, probably get a harder drink later. You want one?” I asked as I walked across the open plan living area from the living room to the kitchen. “No, I have a glass of bourbon already but a bottle of water would be nice. Please.” He answered back. “On it.” I said over my shoulder as I opened the door to get the drinks. I could of swore I say him looking at my ass as I walked by. I thought to myself that this may go easier than expected. My inner horny monster jumped with excitement. When I came back into the living room he was sitting on the sofa. He had turned the tv on to reruns of a tv show that been around forever but was always good. I sat next to him and handed him his water. I wasn’t far from him and as he spread his legs his right legs and knee came to rest against my leg. He looked so sexy sitting back, glass of bourbon in his hand, wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt. His bulge was not being hid by the thin material of his shorts. He smelled so good, clean, rustic, and that special Josh smell that I will always know him by. After a while he got a call that he said he to take but told me that if the pizza came the money for it was on the counter. Sure enough a few minutes later I got a text for Josh that the pizza guy was on his way up. Not thinking I grabbed the cash and walked to the door opening it when he knocked. A guy about my age, on the shorter side, dressed a little goth with back hair and piercing was standing there with a pizza bag. He also had a surprised look on his face that turned into a devilish grin. “Well well, you are looking good! Are you one of Josh’s friends?” He asked and continued before I could answer. “Those underwear look good on you and you really fill them out!” I felt stupid for forgetting I was almost naked and answering the door. But is this guy was cute and obviously into me so I flirt back and before he left I had his snap. I planned to try and arrange a session to see what was under all these baggy clothes very soon. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing. It was a little awkward at first but after a while we just seemed to get over that. We talked and laughed as we watched shit tv. We hadn’t had this type of brotherly bonding session in a long time if ever. I even ended up drinking a few glasses of bourbon. Around midnight we both decided to go to bed. I followed him into his room. It was huge and very nicely decorated. I noticed a large full body mirror leaning against one wall. Most would just it was to dress in but I had an inkling it might be for watching yourself fuck. I had to hold a giggle in when my tipsy brain thought that. The bed was huge and had a nice bed spread on it. It had multiple pillows but not all the decorative pillows some people crowd beds with. Josh went into the bathroom first to pee before bed. I looked around a little without being to nosey. He had pictures of family and friends on his dresser. He also had a few tasteful painting of naked men that were obviously professionally done hung on the walls. When he came out of the bathroom he was in a pair of boxer-trunks. I went into his bathroom to drain the snake before bed as well. It was tastily decorated and matched the theme of the rest to the house. As I finished up my slightly drunk and very horny brain decided to be a little braver. I dropped my underwear and walked to the bedroom naked. My cock was a little chubbed but not hard and it bounced in front of me as I walked. Josh was on one side of the bed sitting on the top of it having not yet got in it. He looked up at me and after a second chuckled. “Oh you sleep naked too? Seems we are more alike than I thought” he said as he stood up and dropped his trunks. His fat cock and big balls bounced out as they were released. He was tan from head to toe, had a fucking great body, and a very nice dick. He climbed under the covers and I followed his led. “Thanks for letting me stay here big bro. I know we are both apprehensive and nervous about it.” I said as he reached over and turned off the light from a switch that was by the bed. “Yea, I’d be lying if I said I was keen on the idea at first. But you seem to have turned into a cool guy. With a monster dick that’s bigger than mine, but I won’t hold that against you.” He laughed as he finished his sentence. “You aren’t to bad a guy yourself there bro. Also, you are well above normal in the meat department. I am sure you make many men happy.” I replied back with the same friendly laugh. “Yea, we got lucky there. Well good night little bro. Sleep well.” He said as I felt him move around till his back came to rest against mine. That warm body heat and steady breathing made my eyes become very heavy. I pretty sure I said goodnight back before I fell off to the dream world but couldn’t be sure. ———————- Second chapter done. There maybe longer time periods between posting chapters for a bit. Just busy with work and the holidays right now. But I will continue to add chapters as I can. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. The next one will start to have the more steamy scenes in it. Thanks all for the positive feedback. Look for more soon!

I just don't "get" any of the above ....

When im on my knees you can fuck my mouth my neck all you need to love the feel of a big mushroom head forcing it's way down my neck until he cums love gagging up lung slime I like how much better I can breathe after been facefucked

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.

my nephew (sister's son) is my little doppelgänger. looks exactly like me, and people used to comment "your son looks exactly like you" all the time even though I am not his father. When he was 6 years old, I took him to the zoo with me during a really hot summer day when he was visiting me in CA. At some point, I had to piss and he said he needed to go also. we waited in crazy long line for the bathroom. finally we were up next, and a stall door swung open and very hot tatted muscled guy wearing a wife beater tank top, who was obviously gay, and definitely looked POZ (sunken cheeks/facial features) walked out and held the stall door open for us to enter. my nephew latched the door shut and he said to me...."Uncle did you see that guys tattoos? they are hot!!!" words coming from this excited 6 year old kid with me. I said you like tats? check out mine and I showed him my 4 tats I have. he looked and said "they are so HOT!!!" I said maybe when he is older I would ask if he still liked them, and he seemed content with comment. I had to piss, and was unbuttoning by shorts and pulled out my poz cock which was getting fluffy at the moment. when my cock ws out of my shorts, his little 6 year old hand reached over and grabbed my dick right when my piss squirted out. he held my cock for my entire race horse piss. and helped shake my last drops out. staring at me the entire time while I grew even more fluffy. I was at a loss for words. his hand felt so good holding my cock. I told him he needed to piss, but he said he did not have to pee. he just wanted to see my piss. this made my cock stand to hardened attention. and he saw and felt me in excited silence. finally I got back in my shorts, and said we needed to go since there was a line of people waiting next. Nothing happened after we left the stall but I had a boner the rest of the day with him. wish we had a bit more time with his hand on my dick......

Part 14: The Scorpion's Lesson and an Invitation from Two The message sits on your phone for three days before you finally send it. Three simple words that feel like a confession of failure: "It didn't take." You've been staring at the single line on your latest HIV home test for an hour, the stark, solitary mark mocking you from the bathroom counter. It is Sunday evening. The sound of your husband's car pulling away has faded, leaving the apartment in a sudden, echoing silence. He's gone for the week, back to his work life 400 kilometers away, and you are alone. This is the first ritual of your week of freedom: the test. Your heart pounds with a mixture of hope and dread, a lonely, desperate prayer in the quiet of your empty home. But the result is the same as always. Negative. Still negative. Still on the outside looking in. Ten weeks. Ten weeks since that perfect night in the hotel with Mark, since you felt the searing heat of his toxic load claim you. You waited for the flu, the fever, the sign. It never came. That negative result at the clinic stripped you bare. It sent you spiraling. You abandoned the hope of a perfect, emotional conversion and embraced a brutal, transactional reality. In a frenzy, you first took the student's questionable load followed by the doctor's poison in a filthy bathroom, anything to feel the change. It's been four weeks since that day. And still... nothing. This single line on the test strip is a verdict not just on Mark's gift, but on the doctor's, on every desperate, filthy act you've committed. You are a fortress. An impenetrable, negative fortress, and the irony is so bitter it tastes like ash in your mouth. Your thumb hovers over the send button. This isn't just a message to Mark; it's a plea. It's a confession. It's a prayer. You press send. His response comes within minutes. Just two words: "Call me." Your fingers tremble as you dial. The phone rings once, twice, and then his voice fills your ear, warm and familiar, like slipping into a favorite sweater on a cold night. "Hey, you," Mark says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "I was wondering when I'd hear from you." "Hey," you manage, your throat tight. "I... I got tested again. It's still negative." There's a pause, and you brace yourself for disappointment, for pity, for the awkward platitudes that people offer when they don't know what else to say. But instead, you hear a soft, genuine laugh. "I'm not disappointed," he says, and his voice drops to a more intimate register. "Honestly? It just means I get another excuse to be with you, have fun with you, have another blast at my babies to take hold of you." The words hit you like a warm wave, washing away the disappointment and replacing it with something else entirely. Hope. Anticipation. The familiar stirring in your groin that always accompanies thoughts of Mark. "I was hoping you'd say that," you admit, your voice steadying. "Good. Because I have plans." He pauses, and you can almost see him leaning back in his chair, that easy confidence radiating through the phone. "I'm coming to Frankfurt in two weeks. Conference. Three days, two nights. But I won't be alone." Your heart skips. "What do you mean?" "There's someone I want you to meet," Mark says. "His name is Stefan. He's... important to me. And I think he could be important to you too. I want all three of us to meet at my hotel." The implication hangs in the air, heavy and intoxicating. Three of you. Together. The thought sends a jolt of electricity straight to your cock. "Who is he?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. Mark is quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice has softened, becoming reflective, almost vulnerable. "You remember our first night?" he asks. "When I couldn't do it? When I pulled out that condom because I was so terrified of the monster inside me?" You remember. God, you remember. The hollow, frustrating safety of it. The way your cock softened when you saw the black XXL Magnum gleaming in the hotel light. The way he entered you, and it felt like nothing, like fucking through a wall. And afterwards, the desperate, depraved act of stealing his filled condom from the wastebin, smuggling it home inside you like a thief carrying stolen treasure. "I remember," you say quietly. "After you left that night," Mark continues, "I was a wreck. I felt like a coward. I hated myself. I'd had the most beautiful, willing man in my bed, a man who wanted exactly what I had to give, and I couldn't do it. I was too scared of what it would mean, of what it would make me." You can hear the pain in his voice, the echo of that old fear, and your heart aches for him. "So I went to a poz support group," he says. "Just to listen. Just to be around other guys who understood what it felt like to carry this thing inside you. I sat in the back, didn't say a word. Just listened to their stories. And that's where I saw him. Stefan." "Stefan?" "My colleague," Mark says, and there's a note of wonder in his voice, like he still can't quite believe it. "We'd worked together for years. Had coffee dozens of times. Talked about projects and deadlines and all the mundane bullshit of office life. I had no idea he was gay, let alone poz. Neither of us knew about the other. And there he was, standing up in front of the group, sharing his story like it was nothing. Like it was just a fact of his life, not a tragedy." You're riveted, hanging on every word. The image of Mark, vulnerable and lost, sitting in a folding chair in some community center, watching his colleague reveal a secret neither of them knew they shared—it's almost too intimate to bear. "After the meeting, he came up to me," Mark continues. "He could see I was struggling. He didn't offer advice or platitudes. He just said, 'Let me buy you a beer.'" Mark's voice becomes more animated as he describes the pub. It was a small, dimly lit place near the community center, the kind of bar where the wood is worn smooth by decades of elbows and the bartender knows everyone's name. They found a corner booth, ordered two pints, and Stefan just... waited. "He didn't push," Mark says. "He just sat there, drinking his beer, looking at me with these calm, steady eyes. And eventually, I started talking. I told him everything. About you, about my fear, about how I felt like a prisoner in my own body. About how I'd had the chance to give someone exactly what they wanted, and I'd been too scared to do it." You can picture it perfectly: Mark, his powerful frame hunched over a pint glass, spilling his guts to a man he thought he knew but was only just meeting for the first time. Mark's voice drops, becoming softer, more intimate, as if he's sharing a profound secret. "That's when it happened. That's when I really saw him. For the first time. All those years we'd worked together, I'd never... seen him. He was just Stefan. A colleague. Tall, blond, our age. But in that moment, sitting across from me in that dim booth, he was completely transformed. I saw the man, not the colleague. I saw the way the dim bar lights caught in his hair, making it shine like a halo of spun gold. I saw his eyes—not just blue, but a piercing, intelligent blue that seemed to see straight through all my bullshit and into the scared man underneath. And that three-day beard... it wasn't unkempt. It was a shadow of masculine perfection, accentuating a strong jaw and lips that looked like they were built for both whispered secrets and dirty, sinful kisses. I saw a warmth radiating from him, a deep, empathetic calm that had nothing to do with the beer in his hand. It was in his posture, in the way he leaned forward, hanging on my every word. He wasn't just listening; he was feeling my story with me. I realized in that moment that he wasn't just a considerate person; he was an exceptionally rare, beautiful soul. And my god, was he sexy. It wasn't a loud, aggressive sexiness. It was a quiet, confident power. The sexiness of a man who is so completely at ease in his own skin, in his own poz body, that it becomes a magnetic force." You can't help it. The way he's talking, the reverence in his voice... you have to ask. "Mark," you interrupt gently, "it sounds like you fell in love with him." There's a soft chuckle on the other end of the line, not one of mockery, but of understanding. "Yeah," he admits, his voice warm. "I thought so at first, too. It's an easy mistake to make. When someone sees you that clearly, when they offer you that kind of unconditional acceptance... it feels like love. But it's something different. It's deeper in a way. He didn't want to own me, and I didn't want to own him. He just... freed me. He's not my lover. He's my brother. The brother I never knew I needed." Mark takes a breath, and you can hear the awe in it still. "When I was done," he continues, "Stefan just nodded. He didn't offer pity. He didn't tell me I was wrong to be scared. He just said, 'I understand. But you're looking at it all wrong.'" Mark's voice drops, imitating Stefan's quiet intensity. "'It's not a monster, Mark. It's a gift. And you heard it tonight in every story they told. The only relief they ever found was in the giving.'" The words send a shiver down your spine. A gift. The idea was so simple, so radical. In that moment, Mark told, the heavy cloak of shame he'd been wearing since his diagnosis began to feel lighter, replaced by the first stirrings of a strange, potent pride. A monster you hide from is a curse. A gift you can give is a treasure, a source of unimaginable power. "'And then he said, 'Let me show you what I mean.'" Mark's voice drops to a low, conspiratorial whisper as he describes what happened next. "We left the pub and walked through town. It was late, almost midnight. The streets were quiet, just a few people heading home from the bars. Stefan didn't say much, just walked beside me, his hands in his pockets. We cut through a park, and I started to wonder where we were going." He pauses, and you can hear him take a breath. "And then we stopped at this rundown public toilet, hidden between the bushes. I'd walked past it a hundred times and never even noticed it. It was one of those old municipal buildings, the kind they built in the seventies and then forgot about. Crumbling brick, graffiti on the walls, a single flickering light over the door." You can picture it perfectly. You know places like this. You've been to places like this. Your memory of your encounter with the gaunt Peter and BREEDER flashes back – just as the image of you sitting drenched in cum and piss in the urinal trough. The thought of Mark, still new to his diagnosis, standing outside such a place with a colleague he barely knew, makes your cock twitch in your pants. "Stefan pushed open the door and stepped inside," Mark continues. "I followed. The first thing I noticed was the smell. A thick, unmistakable cocktail of stale piss, disinfectant, and male musk. It was pitch black in there, the only light a faint, dirty glow from the clerestory windows near the ceiling. But I could hear them. Breathing. Shuffling. The creak of leather, the rustle of fabric. We weren't alone." Your mouth is dry. Your hand has drifted down to your crotch, pressing against the growing bulge. "Stefan squeezed my arm and whispered, 'Stand back. Watch.' And then he walked forward, into the darkness. I heard him unzip. Heard the stream hit the metal of the urinal trough. And it just... kept going. A powerful, neverending piss, echoing off the tiles. It was like a declaration, like he was marking his territory." "Jesus," you breathe, your hand already pressing down hard on your cock through your jeans. "Mark, I'm rubbing my cock right now." Mark's voice becomes hushed, reverent. "And then... headlights. A car passing on the road outside. The light sliced through the clerestory windows, and for just a few seconds, the whole place lit up in a stark, silent flash." He pauses, letting the image build. "That's when I saw it. Stefan's cock, hard and solid, pointing up towards the trough, still dripping from his piss. It was massive—thick, uncut, with a heavy foreskin that was slowly retracting to reveal a fat, glistening head. And above it, on his hip, just visible above the waistband of his jeans... a scorpion tattoo. Black ink, sharp lines, the tail curving down towards his cock like an arrow pointing the way." "Wow," you breathe, your hand already pressing down hard on your cock through your jeans. "A scorpion... fuck." "And I saw the other men see it too," Mark continues. "There were maybe five or six of them in there, lurking in the shadows. When the light hit Stefan's scorpion, their eyes went wide. They knew what it meant. And in that moment, I understood. He wasn't hiding a monster, a curse to be kept secret. He was holding a treasure, offering a gift. They weren't backing away in fear; they were kneeling in desire. They moved closer, not to threaten, but to receive." "God, they're all just a bunch of desparate hungry pigs, aren't they?" you groan, your voice thick with lust as you palm your hard cock. "Fuck, that's so hot." "One of them, a young guy, maybe mid-twenties, dropped to his knees right there on the filthy tile floor," Mark says, his voice thick with the memory. "He crawled forward until he was right in front of Stefan, looking up at him like he was looking at the scorpion itself, made flesh. Another one, a skinny twink with bleached hair, bent over one of the sinks, his jeans already around his ankles, his pale ass glowing in the dim light." You pant. "They couldn't help themselves. They smelled the poison." "They were drawn to him like moths to a flame," Mark continues. "And Stefan just stood there, calm, letting them come. He didn't say a word. He just... accepted their worship." You're stroking yourself now, slowly, the fabric of your pants creating a maddening friction against your aching cock. "And then Stefan looked over at me, standing in the shadows, watching. And he smiled. Not a cruel smile, not a predatory grin. Just a knowing, gentle smile. Like he was saying, 'See? This is what we are. This is our power. They're not running from the poison. They're running toward it.'" "Then he did something that changed everything," Mark says, his voice dropping even lower, becoming almost a growl. "He looked at the kid on his knees, the one who was now mouthing at Stefan's massive cock, worshiping it with his tongue. Then he looked at the twink bent over the sink, his hole twitching and winking in the dim light, desperate for attention. And then he looked at me." "'Mark,' he commanded, his voice ringing through the filthy room. 'Give us your toxic cum.'" You stop stroking, frozen, the words hitting you like a physical blow. "He didn't... oh my god, he didn't..." "I was so hard it hurt," Mark admits. "I'd been hard since we walked in. I didn't even think about it. I just... did it. I pulled out my cock and started jacking, right there, standing in the shadows. It didn't take long. I was so wound up... I came in less than a minute. A huge load, thick and hot, spurting into Stefan’s waiting palm. I looked at it, this pool of my own toxic seed, and I felt... powerful. For the first time since my diagnosis, I felt a surge of pride, not shame. My cum was a gift, not a curse." "Fuck, Mark," you gasp, your voice desperate. "I'm leaking so much right now. Your gift... I want it. I want it so bad. Please." "Stefan held out his hand, not to me, but to the room. ‘Who wants this?’, he said, his eyes scanning the shadows. The kid bent over the sink—he couldn't have been more than twenty—he moaned, loud and needy. He wiggled his ass, a desperate, wanton invitation. 'Me,' he begged. 'Please, let me have it.' "Fucking beg for it, you little slut," you hiss into the phone, your own need a fire in your gut. Your cock is throbbing now, leaking precum into your pants. "He didn't even hesitate," Mark continues. "He walked over to the twink and used my cum as lube. He shoved two fingers, slick with my toxic seed, deep into the kid's ass. The kid gasped, then sobbed with pleasure, pushing back against Stefan's hand. 'More,' he begged. 'Please, more.'“ "Yessss," you moan, stroking your cock in time with his words. "Fucking stretch him out with your poison." „And Stefan obliged. He worked my cum into that kid's hole, stretching him, opening him up, coating his insides with my poison. Then he pulled his fingers out, slick and gleaming. Before he lined up his cock, he brought those fingers to his own lips and tasted my seed. He looked me dead in the eye as he did it, a silent acknowledgment, a sacrament, and in that moment, watching another man taste my poison without fear, the last of my shame evaporated, replaced by a dark, exhilarating pride. He was tasting my power before he used it to claim another soul." Mark pauses, and his voice becomes thick with intimacy. "And you have to understand... Stefan and I haven’t been intimate, we didn’t even kiss. And now he was using my toxic spunk—the most private, potent part of me—to lube this random kid. My essence was the lubricant for his pleasure." "And then," Mark says, his voice a ragged whisper of memory, "Stefan fucked him. He fucked that kid hard and deep, mixing our loads together inside that willing, hungry hole. When he finally pulled out, the kid's hole was a mess, gaping and red, slick with a pearly mixture of both our cum. It was the most beautiful, most filthy thing I had ever seen." "What a perfect fucking slut," you whisper, a wave of pure, unadulterated arousal washing over you. "Look what you did to him. You and Stefan. You ruined him for anyone else. God, I wish that was me. I wish my hole was gaping and dripping with both your loads right now." "My mind was gone. The philosophy, the gift, the pride—it all melted away, replaced by a single, burning need. It wasn't about the scene or the kid. It was about him. About Stefan. I was so aroused by his power, by the sight of his cock claiming that hole, that I had a desperate, primal need to taste him. To taste his cum. I didn't think. I just moved." "I know that feeling," you pant. "I know it so well." "I crossed the filthy tile floor and dropped to my knees behind the spent, whimpering twink. Stefan watched me, his chest heaving, his massive cock still hard and glistening. He didn't say a word. He just understood. I looked at the kid's hole. Our hole. And I buried my face in it." "But as I got closer, I saw it. Really saw it. It wasn't just gaping. The asslips were puffy and swollen, the inside turned out into a perfect, glistening rosebud. I could see the vulnerable, raw red tissue from deep inside him, coated in a pearly film of our toxic loads.“ "Oh god, Mark," you whine. "Describe it more. Is it messy? Tell me how messy it is." „This kid was no virgin. He was a professional, a true cumslut who had probably taken hundreds of cocks, not caring whose, all in the desperate hope of finally getting knocked-up. He was a pig chasing the same poison we were so eager to give. He wasn't just a hole to be used; he was a brother in the chase, and we had just given him what he'd been searching for." "I started to felch our combined loads from his body. The moment my tongue touched that raw, sensitive flesh, the hole reacted. It wasn't passive. It was alive. The puffy rosebud began to work, flexing and pulsing, pulling at my tongue, trying to draw it deeper. I pushed in, and the kid moaned, pushing back against my face, his hungry hole practically swallowing me.“ "Fucking eat it, Mark," you command, your voice a ragged whisper. "Eat that fucking cummy hole. Bury your face in it." “My whole world shrank to that single point of contact. My tongue, my nose, my entire chin were enveloped in that wet heat. I could feel the slick, filthy mix of ass juices and our cum coating my face, filling my nostrils with its rank, perfect scent. I was drowning in it." "I can almost smell it from here," you moan. "I wish I was there. I wish I was licking your face clean." "And I knew his taste instantly. It was different from mine.“ "Tell me what it tastes like," you beg. "Tell me how his poison tastes." „For months, I had been tasting my own—a lonely ritual of shame and secret. But this was something else. Stefan's flavor was richer, deeper, more potent. It was the taste of pride, not fear." "I wasn't just cleaning the kid; I was claiming our creation, taking our gift back into myself to seal the ritual. It was an act of worship, not just of Stefan, but of what we had done together. A communion with this whimpering, spent slut. And in that moment, a wave of gratitude for Stefan washed over me so intensely it almost brought me to tears. He hadn't just shown me the philosophy; he had forced me to participate. He hadn't let me stand on the sidelines and watch. He had made me a part of this breeding, forcing me to confront my fears and break through my own barriers. This wasn't a lesson he was teaching; it was a lesson he was making me live. We were both just vessels for the same beautiful poison." "Jesus, Mark," you say, your voice ragged. "I... I get it. I completely get it." "I must have lost all track of time, because the next thing I knew, a strong hand was gently gripping my bicep, pulling me to my feet. It was Stefan. He lifted me up, and I was face to face with him, my chin wet and slick. He had just emptied himself into the kid, but his cock was hard again, a thick, demanding pressure against my stomach. He was as aroused by the filthy, shameless man I had become as I was by his power. He looked at me, his blue eyes burning with an intensity I'd never seen before, and then he kissed me." "It wasn't a soft kiss. It was hard and possessive. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and he could taste the kid's ass on my breath, mixed with the lingering taste of our cum. He was tasting me, tasting what I had just done. My mouth was still full of the load I had sucked from the kid's ass, and he immediately began to push it back and forth between us. Our tongues swirled in the warm, slick mixture, churning it together, coating every part of our mouths with the combined seed. We were snowballing, sharing the taste of our conquest, and we both knew exactly what we were tasting. It wasn't just cum; it was poison. A potent, viral cocktail. The knowledge of what we were sharing, the sheer, beautiful toxicity of it, made the kiss feel electric. Our first kiss wasn't just a kiss; it was a communion, and it was perfect." "The intensity of it, the sheer, depraved intimacy of sharing our conquest like this, was too much. I wasn't even touching myself, but I felt my cock, trapped against Stefan's stomach, begin to pulse. It was a sudden, deep clenching that started at the base and shot through the entire shaft. At the exact same instant, I heard Stefan groan into my mouth and felt his own cock do the same against mine. We were both cumming. Together. A hot, wet heat instantly flooded the space between our bodies as our toxic loads exploded at once, our cocks throbbing in unison, coating both our shafts and our stomachs in a shared, slick mess of seed." "Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!" you cry out, the image so powerful you can't hold back. Your own cock explodes, a thick, hot load shooting across your stomach and chest. "I'm cumming, Mark! I'm cumming listening to you!" You're both panting on the line, the shared moment of ecstasy hanging in the air. "We broke the kiss, both of us panting, our chests heaving. We stood there for a moment, slick with sweat and cum, our bodies glued together by the gift. The other men in the room were still watching, their eyes wide with desperate longing, silently begging for a taste of what we had just shared. But this second load wasn't for them. It was a gift for no one but us. A private treasure, given and received in the same breath, sealing our bond in a way their public desire never could. In that moment, we weren't just colleagues or brothers. We were a team.” "A team," you repeat, catching your breath, your chest sticky with your own release. "A fucking toxic team. God, I want to be on your team." “He had given me the philosophy, and I had shown him I understood it with my body." "Fuck," you breathe, the image so powerful it's almost painful. "Just... fuck." "That was the moment," Mark says, his voice filled with a quiet wonder. "I wasn't a victim anymore. I wasn't a monster. I was a creator. I was giving that kid something he was desperate for, something he was literally begging for. Stefan didn't just help me accept my status; he taught me how to transform my shame into pride. He helped me become its master." He pauses, and you hear him take a deep breath. "After that night, everything changed. Stefan and I became close. Really close. We're not boyfriends—we're both tops, for one thing." He laughs softly. "But we're brothers. We meet up whenever we can. We compare notes. We send each other pictures of our latest lab results. A close-up shot of that viral load number, circled in red. It's our version of a dick pic. We brag about our viral loads like other guys brag about bench presses or stock market gains." "Just last week," Mark says, his voice dropping with conspiratorial pride, "I sent him my new results. My viral load had jumped by fifty thousand points. I didn't just text him the number. I took a picture of the printout, but I circled the number in thick, red marker. Right next to it, I drew a single, fat drop of cum. He replied ten minutes later with a picture of his own results—his were even higher—with a simple two-word caption: 'Catch up.' It's our game. Our way of pushing each other, of celebrating our potency. Every number is a victory." You can hear the affection in his voice, the genuine warmth. "We push each other to stay potent, to stay powerful. No meds. Just us, at our rawest. Over the last weeks, we've bred dozens of guys together, at rest stops and parks and sleazy hotels. We've watched each other work, learned from each other, pushed each other to be better. And every time, we feel that same rush, that same power." "But it's not just about the virus," Mark continues, his voice becoming more serious, more tender. "It's about connection. About trust. About sharing something so intimate with someone who truly understands. Stefan cares for me, and I care for him. We love each other, in our way. Not like boyfriends, not like lovers. Like brothers. Like warriors who've been through the same fire, forged in the same poison." "And now," Mark says, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur, "we want to share that with you." Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat. "You're special to me," he continues. "What we have... it's not just about breeding or bugs. It's about something deeper. I felt it that first night, even when I couldn't go through with it. I felt it when you stole my condom, when you carried my seed home inside you like a treasure. And I felt it even more the second time, when I finally gave you what we both wanted." You remember that night. The way he entered you, bare and real and perfect. The way he came inside you, flooding you with his toxic seed. The way he kissed you afterwards, the taste of blood and cum on his lips. "Stefan knows all about you," Mark says. "I've told him everything. Every detail. And he wants to meet you. He wants to welcome you into what we have. Not as a conquest, not as a notch on a bedpost. As a brother. Someone we care for. Someone we share this with." His voice is soft, sincere, and utterly compelling. "So come to the hotel," he says. "Spend the night with us. Let us take care of you. Let us give you everything we have, together. Our loads, our power, our love. And when it finally takes... you'll be one of us. Not because we made you, but because you chose it. Because we all chose each other." You're silent for a long moment, your mind racing, your cock aching, your heart full to bursting. This isn't just an invitation to be fucked by two men. It's an invitation to belong. To be part of something built on mutual respect, shared desire, and genuine affection. The "race" with your husband suddenly feels distant, almost irrelevant. That's a competition, a game of secrets and one-upmanship. This is something else entirely. This is family. "Yes," you say, your voice steady and sure. "I'll be there." "Good," Mark says, and you can hear the warmth, the joy, the relief in his voice. "We'll be waiting for you. Both of us." There's a pause, a moment of shared silence that feels more intimate than words. "Two weeks," Mark says. "I'll send you the hotel details. And... thank you. For trusting me. For trusting us. This is going to be special. I can feel it." "I can feel it too," you say. "Good night," he says softly. "Dream of us." "I will," you promise. "Good night, Mark." The line goes dead, and you're left in the silence of your apartment, your cock still hard in your pants, your mind filled with images of Mark and Stefan, of scorpion tattoos and dark public toilets, of toxic loads and brotherhood. You look at the single line on the test strip, still sitting on the bathroom counter. Soon, you think. Soon, there will be two.

I have a short clip of them fucking, but no clue who they are and would love to see the whole thing and more importantly who they are.

They say, "it's a small world," but when it's a brotherhood, the connections/contacts among poz men resemble a spider's web, and so Dr. Matthew is forever connected to his mentor and his poz buddies. The probability of Matthew converting from one or more of the 18 loads he took in this chapter is very high and is quite fitting for him and his future (Matthew will have a ready-made supportive friend group to help him adjust to living as a poz guy and likely gifting chasers his toxic cum.) Matthew finally realized (like most chasers) that the desire to become poz doesn't fade or go away. In fact, time only increases the need to achieve the poz/toxic status and begin to breed those seeking HIV. Dr. Dan alludes to this fact when he says, "He has never been happier." since he started gifting men his strain. Undoubtedly, Matthew's approach with his patients will be different. No longer will he advise them on meds right away. He might even offer his ass to patients to deposit their toxic cum into. So many pozzibilities for Matthew to become known as Dr. Poz Pig! Thanks, @Van2man!

Part 2 I was now sitting in the living room looking at my soon-to-be new toy. He was shivering, but his eyes never stop looking at me like I ordered him, with two or three solid kicks to his balls to reinforce the directive. The dull pain that must radiated from his nuts was there to remind him to comply. On all four, head straight up for the last hour. The position would soon be unbearable. - Elio Riley, Birth date: September 22, 2003. You are nineteen! An adult man. One that can make decision on his own. Right? - Let me go. I flipped through the wallet. Beside his driver license, there were few cards: bank library, medical. And 140$ in cash. He saw me pocketing the money. - For board and meals. That should cover the weekend. After that you will have to earn your keeps. - What do you mean? - I told you. You will be my bitch and you will satisfy my needs. You thought travelling in a trunk of a car was horrible? Then you might wish to die if you are not up to my standards. Not that I will let you, thought. Tomorrow was Friday, the busiest day. I was tired from the 42 deliveries I made during the day. And I was horny. Tired and horny, not a good combination. On top of that, I had to check on my roomie. I wouldn’t want to end with a dead faggot. Dealing is harder than one might think. First, clients call day and night, and it’s not like you can call a uber-driver to make the deliveries. Then you need to deal with all these new clients, you have to do background check. The last thing you want is a police squad unit to show up at your door. Then, you need to make sure they like you, you know. Relationship is half of the job. Then the goods do the rest. But after three weeks and a half being solicited by these new cohorts of graduated and demanding posh students, I was in need for a good fuck. I stared back at the straight little guy in front of me and I wickedly smile at when we arrived earlier. To my surprise, the little twerk had dressed back in his soaked-piss clothes while he was in the trunk! I had to suppress a laugh. It was a sexy sight and the foul stench emanating – like a clogged urinal in a hot summer day – was overwhelming. I was close to losing control of myself, the horniness that came over me when I opened the trunk was ready to burst. It took all of my strength to not fuck him right there. - Who give you permission to dress? I said in a stern voice. I hope you enjoyed them because by tomorrow same time, they will be gone. - Go… Go… gone? He muttered. I like his thick dark hair. They were long enough to be easily grabbed but not too long too make him girly. - Yeah, gone tomorrow and for ever. I like to keep my bitches naked. I made him stripped again. I picked the underwear. They were still warm and wet. I inhaled them like you would do with poppers. - Smell them. Once you get accustomed, the smell of men, even their piss, is very stimulating. Horniness won over tiredness. I stood up swiftly and grab a tuft of hair. - Come with me. He had to crawl the long corridor that led to the bedroom. Once there, I told him to remove my shoes and socks. Then my pants. He hesitantly reach the button, then unzipped them. He pulled them down. I wasn’t at full mast yet, the used underwear was loosing the battle and was dangerously at risk exposing my cock. I just grinned at him. Then he saw the tattoos on my legs. I removed my shirt. He looked up at my toned body, also covered in tattoos, up to my neck. - Ungh, who would have guess? You like tattoos? If you are good bitch, I will give you one. He was now standing, a good head shorter then me, he was barely reaching my neck. - I shouldn’t be here. - You are right, but you are. - You coerced me. - I haven’t forced you to do anything that you didn’t really want to do. I made some decisions and give you directives, and you followed. Overall, if you have stood up for yourself, I would have let you go. - I was drunk… and now I want to… hey! What are you… I pressed my mouth to his lips for few seconds. My right hand went searching for the prize. He raised to his toes, remaining still with apprehension. - What you want is irrelevant. Now get on the bed and stay there. I need to check on the old faggot. The cupboard was just outside the bedroom, in between with the bathroom which made it easy to connect a water hose and a piss hole to the existing plumbing. I unlocked the door and removed the water gag and the tube from the faggot. I unclipped the chains across his body. He quickly glance toward the bedroom. - Not a word. Crawl to the kitchen and grab some left over, then come back. You will sleep in the bedroom tonight. The faggot beamed at me, like if it was Christmas. As a far as I can remember, this man, an ex-teacher, has always stared at me with lust. He was like the man that parents warned you to avoid, you know, the man with a van that tries to attract his prey with candies, but he never tried to make a pass on me. At my eighteen’s birthday, after an awesome weekend clubbing, he invited me for a beer (sure!). - It was great to watch you grow into this handsome man. - Yeah, I bet. - I would like to give you a present. And that was the first blow job I got from him. I am not sure he was expecting to get a forcefull face fuck, getting a 7-1/2” cock down his gullet and a full load on his face. - Strip and bend over the couch. I want to fuck you. The man resisted: he didn’t get fuck. So, I broke his nose at the first punch. The ones that followed broke him to submission. I made him lick the warm mixture of cum and blood from my hands. - See, a teacher can learn from his student. I fucked him on the couch. It was messy. The nose was bleeding so much that for a minute I thought he might ran out of blood. As soon as the idea crossed my mind, it vanished. I chuckled and started thrusting with earnest my cock in and out. Obviously, the man was not expecting to be fuck, so he hasn’t douched or stretched for the fuck that was coming. Left with a hoarse voice from the face fuck, he screamed murder until his voice gave out. It was long after that that I came for the second time. Runny shit was leaking from the gaping hole. I took his shirt to clean myself. I grabbed another beer. - Thank you for the birthday gift. I have errands to do , but I will be back later in few hours. When I got back, he was kneeling, naked, in the living room. He had cleaned the couch as much as possible, but there was 2 large dark wet spots. The smell of sex was gone. - Did you jerk off after I left? He nodded. - Tell me, you enjoyed the fuck? - Yes, I did. I fucked him on the couch again, and every day after, sometime twice a day. At the end of the week, the couch was ruined with piss, cum, blood and shit. It had a permanent disgusting smell. So, I made him sleep on it after tying his hands behind his back, then from them, a rope tightly knotted to the tiny pair of hazelnuts that serves him as balls. I slept in his bed since then. He came back from the kitchen still chewing something. - Open up, I still have some piss left for you. I grabbed the leather blindfold and secured it on the slave. When I directed the old man at the foot of the bed and tied him there, Elio made no attempt to escape, witnessing the scene with incredibility. I removed the loose underwear, and climb on the bed next to my new toy. My hand when right to his ass, probing the ass ring. I licked the side on his ear. - Have you ever had something or someone up your pretty ass? I whispered. He was shaking. Nervousness? Anticipation? Fear? - You haven’t wiped your pussy very well. I can taste shit. Here, see for your self. I inserted two fingers in his mouth. He retches from the intrusion but with me cuddling him from behind, he was not able to move much. I just waited for his mouth to coat my fingers with saliva before jamming them back in his ass. I knew it causes pain, but that would go away, to be replace by a stronger one from the fuck. My dick isn’t the biggest but any first penetration, by nature, is somehow painful. Even that pain fades away, eventually. For me, body fluids and odors, are part of man-to-man sex. A man should always have a strong body smell of sweat and testosterone, of sex. Like a jockstrap wore for an entire week, stained with piss and cum. Elio’s smell was different. Despite the vomit and the piss, you can still detect shampoo and soap flagrances, maybe a natural spray of cologne. He smell like a rich virgin young man. - You ready to become mine? It was a rhetoric question as I pushed my cock in its new home for my babies. - Arrgh!... It is a warm welcome, his ass clamping my cock to a halt. I pulled back slowly until I sense his sphincter let loose his grip, then thrust forward, embedding half of my cock. I bite his earlobe just hard enough to distract him and slide my poz cock completely. I don’t pull out. I just stay in, rocking his bottom with rapid little thrusts. The bedhead hitting the wall as the same rhythm of the fuck. I am too tired and horny to make this last. I increase the speed, long-dicking him, ignoring his whimpers. It is a brutal fuck. I shot a first creamy load of toxic cum deep in his little cave. I don’t pull out. I just stay in. - Congratulations, you just graduated a second time.

Part 9 . I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars. The one guy behind him handed the guy in front the Point. I swabbed the kids arm and was telling him when the Meth goes in he will have to Cough and his heart would race and not to be alarmed, The kid said OK. With that the guy put the point I the kids vein, pulled it back a little then Pushed the plunger forward and released the band on his arm. My friend was Videoing all this. I looked and the kid and his eyes opened wide. He started to cough and the guys immediately pushed him back down on the Fuck Bench. The one behind push is cock up the kids ass. He was enjoying the muscles in the kids ass massaging his cock while the kid was rushing. His partner offered the Kid his cock and the Kid eagerly swallowed all 8+ inches. No problem this time. Both were spit roasting the kid. They decided to switch places and the Kid gladly took the Cock that was just in his ass into his mouth. The other one was Fucking the kid like he wanted to ruin his ass.. The one in his mouth pulled out and asked if he liked the taste of his ass. The Kid said yes. I thought then this Kid was not converted to a true pig He would be eating ass before long. The one in his ass said he was getting close, the other one said “ Go ahead, Knock the bitch up “. With that he shoved deep as he could and stared coating his guts with a Toxic load. About the same time the guy held the Kids Head stared shooting cum down his throat. He pulled back so the kid could get a good tase of cum. He was lapping it up like starved dog. He guy pulled out the kids ass and reached for the marker and put two lines under the POZ mark and put a “+” sign behind the one. The both moved to a couch and started playing with each other. It was plain to see that they had history together. i walked over and put my cock in front of the kid, he opened his mouth and said ‘ Please “. I push my cock into his mouth balls deep. I noticed that with all the fun a couple other guys showed up. Both had their pants down and stroking. On had a very thick cock, not to long but really quick. The other guy had a very long pencil dick. He also had a Biohazard Tat above his cock. He was fingering the ass of the thick cock guy. I told them to step up. The guy with the thick cock got behind the Kid and stared pushing that thick piece of meat up the kid. You could tell he met some resistance but was working it in. My friend went around behind that guy and lined up his cock and pushed the head in his ass. My friend push the guy over a bit, grabbed the kids hips and plowed up the guy. His cock went to the hilt, the guys cock speared the kids ass to the hilt. Balls slapping on balls. The one guy grunted and the Kid gasped around my cock. My friend pulled back some and the guy went with him, impaled on his toxic cock. Then the guy went forward to push in the kid, he would go back and then forward. He was basically fucking the kid and then getting his ass fucked by the cock up his bum. My friend is a freak and can cum multiple times then he is parting. The other guy went around behind me and pushed a shard up my ass, then he pushed his pencil dick in me. It had been a while since I felt a skinny cock up my as, Between that and the shard I was in heaven. Nothing like a shins cock to arouse a rosebud. I was afraid the guy would cum in my ass, I wanted the kid to experience this joy. I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver.