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I got home still aroused and horny. I got out the dildo and lube and fucked my self by riding it on the neck cushion and shot all over. I licked it clean and then lie in bed. I went on BBRT and looked up profiles. That got me horny again. I searched 55 yrs +, Top only and take load in ass. I don't know why I kept going to the HIV section and debating on what to click. I thought I should just click negative and maybe undetectable. When I did that sort I got 80+. I looked thru the profiles and some were hot but I kept looking at the status part of each profile. My cock was getting hard again and I started to stroke it. Then I was curious and went back to the section and unclicked negative and undetectable. Then I clicked HIV. Then about 28 popped up with 18 online. My cock got really hard as I read the profiles and looked at their pics. So many hot older men. All seemed to have good size cocks. None had a small cock. I wondered about that. Then my phone pinged. R- What you up to boy? D- AT home on BBRT R- Really? You like that app now? D- Yes R- What you looking up? D- Just checking things out R- What did you search for? Tell me all? I told him the two searches that I did. R- Good. What did you find? I told him that there were more sexy guys who had HIV and they all had good sized cocks. D- Is that the norm? R- lol. You mean do we all have large cocks? D- YEs;) and sexy R- Yes of course...lol R- It actually makes sense. We were more likely to fuck more and anyone for that matter. Dip our cocks in all pussys no matter how nasty. And had cocks that attracted bottoms. My ass twitched when I read that. D- That makes sense. I guess more so than those with HIV and on meds and undetectable? R- That's a nuance look. I know lots of POZ undetectable tops who are great fucks and bottoms chase and beg them all the time. Maybe we are more the bad boy types...lol R- What else you do tonight? I explained everything that happened at the Professor's place. Going over to swim and what ended up happening. R- Sounds like you had fun. I am glad. D- Yes I did. It ended odd. R- Well you both still had oral and fun at the end. R- Gotta go TTYL. I looked at the clock it was almost midnight. I needed to get to bed.

I met this beautiful young 20 year old at one of the clubs tonight. After talking to him and paying him several compliments about how beautiful he is, I leaned over and quietly asked if he wanted to take a walk on the wild side. His eyes gleamed with unconcealable lust. I had him. We were shortly at my place. No sooner did we get the door closed when I pinned him against the wall and kissed him deeply, grinding my hips slowly into his crotch. I tasted and licked and kissed his warm lips, feeling the hardness of his cock, knowing he wanted to get fucked. And he surely would. Yes! I put my arm around him and guided him to the bedroom, starting to undo his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and his belly. I slipped his shoes and socks off, and suddenly his jeans and briefs, too. The yeasty, sweaty, spermy scent of healthy uninfected young male wafted up to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his masculine sex scent. I licked relentlessly, eliciting deeper and deeper moans from his throat. I knew I was going to have him bareback, but he didn't, yet. I buried my face thoroughly in his balls, licking farther and farther down, propping his legs up on my shoulders, teasing my tongue sloooowly into the humid crevice between his sweet buns. "What are you doing?!" he gasped. Young guys like him too often have no idea what rimming is; or, if they do, they have no idea how pleasurable it is. I just smiled to myself, knowing that he was helpless, knowing that I was going to be pumping a steamy hot load of raw poz seed deep into his virgin guts. I really pulled out the stops, thrusting my tongue deep into his succulent asshole like it was some rare candy to be eaten greedily. He was moaning and thrusting his ass into my face with abandon. He needed to get fucked. It was time. "I don't use condoms when I fuck", I told him, and then continued eating his sweet man-cunt. He was silent for just a moment, but he didn't stop grinding his hips into my face. Then he started moaning again. "It's time for you to get fucked", I said matter-of-factly. I reached over for the lube, slicked up, and pushed his legs up and back. He resisted ever-so-slightly, so I flicked my tongue at his puckered little asshole again. That made him twitch and close his eyes and moan. I mounted him and hiked his legs up around my waist and sloooowly pushed my cock into his ass. Little by little I pushed it in and pulled it out, each time penetrating farther and farther until I was inside him all the way, my pubic hair pressed flat against my belly, filling him totally. I looked into his eyes, knowing that this was this lad's first bareback fuck ever, and that it would be my poz seed that would be the first to impregnate him. I fucked him, long and slow and deep and beautifully, masterfully, riding him the way men were meant to ride boys, fucking him raw and deep and hotly, faster and faster, pumping him hard and vigorously now, getting closer and closer to exploding my hot molten poison sperm deep inside his beautiful man-child's ass. I had him pinned beneath me, my cock fucking him relentlessly, preparing to fertilize his virgin ass with my pungent, steamy load of man-sperm. And then I started to cum. I fucked his delightful ass so hard that I could feel the bed beneath him with my cock, as I rammed him hard and lustily. His head banged against the headboard, but he didn't care. He was being fucked beautifully and powerfully, ridden long and well. He had a heated, vigorous stallion astride him, and all he wanted was dick! My hot raw sperm exploded from my cock, filling him, impregnating him, seeping deep into the inner-most recesses of his guts, becoming part of him. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of my poison. His tight, puckered asshole greedily devoured it, not wanting to let go, not wanting it to end. He wanted more! And so I've given it to him twice more, each time as hot and lusty as the first. His warm, tight little man-child ass has now been seasoned and broken in by my raw flesh, and filled with my raw sperm. He is truly a man now, and a bareback cunt, at that!

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.

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

Anyone mention "Harlem Vista Hotel" yet? They do short stays of $60 and $80 for four hours. Hooked up there several times in the last couple of months...

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.

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

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.

My mom caught me sucking off my cousin many times. It was the year we were 16 years old. His mom and dad were about to divorce and he came and stayed on our 350 acre farm with us for summer break. Needless to say, I spent the majority of that summer sucking his cock in every location imaginable on the farm. One day we had been swimming in the river that ran along the edge of the farm. We always swam naked and I often sucked him off on the riverbank, but that day we walked back to the house because the mosquitoes were bad. He was rock hard and horny with his cock flopping back and forth as we walked. I could hardly wait to suck it. When we got to the house we went in a side door and up the steps to my room, threw on some heavy metal and he laid back on the bed and began browsing a Hustler magazine while I sucked his cock. About 5 minutes in I either heard or sensed something and looked over to see my mom at the door watching me. She had brought laundry up and I had not heard her open the door. He still didn't know she was standing there and reached down and put his hand on the back of my head and told me not to stop because he was close to cumming, so I went back to sucking him. She stayed and watched until he feed me his cum, then she quietly closed the door. I told him later that she had seen and watched. After that we didn't try to hide it. We didn't make it a point to do it in front of her, but if we were watching TV or hanging out on the porch and she was somewhere else in the house, I would start sucking him and if she showed up, I just kept going. She only mentioned it once and said she had never seen him doing it and asked if he did it to me too and I told her he didn't it was always just me doing it to him. The pic is me sucking his cock when we were in our late 30s. I remained his personal cocksucker until he got covid and passed away in 2020 (36 years).

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I don’t get any of that. As a man with a healthy sex drive I’ve gotta be balls deep inside a man’s asshole, pounding him hard till I breed him. Alternatively cumming deep down his throat works. Not into touchy-feely stuff. Hot sweaty man fucking is what I need. And yeah, I’ll take a ruff pounding as well.

This story is fiction, and should be read as such. Parts of the story loosely evolve around some of my own experiences, but mostly is purely my own fantasy. I never experienced anything against my free will, drugged nor exploited against my will or knowledge. That is fantasy to spice up the story. Not even my age in the story is right. If you don’t agree to the theme, including drugs and pozzing, and how the story evolves, you should not read this story. Chapter 1: Berlin “He’s coming to. Give him another booty bump!” a voice said. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, faggot!” A hand slapped my face, and someone stuffed a rag in my mouth. My hands were tied and I couldn’t move them. I was blindfolded. Everything was dark. Something big rammed me up my ass, and I thought it was going to rip me in half. I tried to scream but the rag was muffling most of the sound. I was getting forcefully gangbanged by a group of skinheads I have never met before that night. How did this happen? How did I get here? I tried to gather my thoughts, but I felt disoriented and my memory was fuzzy. I was 18 the first time I went to Berlin, fresh out of high school. Actually it was the first time I ever went anywhere abroad without my parents and sister. I was supposed to travel with my boyfriend for two years, but he had broken up with me a couple of weeks earlier. Even if he didn’t want to come, I never told my parents. I don’t think they would have agreed with me traveling by myself anyway. You know, being their only boy and mommy’s little cornerstone and all. No experience from the big and dangerous world. My dad had offered to take me to the airport that morning, but I told him that I would go with Martin, my boyfriend. I never told my parents that we’ve broken up. His uncle was going to drive us. Another lie. I took the train. By myself. To cut the story short, I made it to Berlin. Didn’t have any clue how to get to my pre-booked hotel, that is, the one that Martin had booked for us. I just took a cab. Turned out the hotel was in Schöneberg, which turned out to be the main gay district of Berlin. Actually seeing all the pride flags all over gave me a hard on. When I checked in at the hotel, it was just around noon, and I had no idea what to do, so I signed up for a hop-on-hop-off bus tour, so at least I could say I’ve seen the city. After dinner I wanted to go to a gay bar, as I’ve never been to one before. The first place I walked by with a pride flag on it was Connection Club, but it didn’t seem to open until later. Right next to it was a fetish store. I stopped to look for a moment, but all the fetish stuff they were selling didn’t really interest me, and I really wanted to visit a gay bar for the first time. Prinzknecht right next to it seemed to be open. I stepped inside, and it was actually quite crowded. I went to the counter, where the bartender asked me something in German, which I didn’t understand. Being only 18 I wasn’t much experienced in bars in general either, so I kinda stottered “A beer?” Even forgot the “please”. Noticing my insecurity, and not quite knowing what kind of beer, he just handed me a lager. I paid him and started looking for a place to sit down. I found one spot by the window. I noticed a lot of the men in there staring at me. I was too scared to talk to any of them. That beer probably went down too fast. I ordered another one. Two beers later, still haven’t said a word to anybody. Just noticing that the other guys stared at me from top to bottom. I asked the bartender where the toilet was, and he pointed to the back of the room. I had to pass an awful lot of men to get there. Their eyes were following my every step and movement. I emptied my bladder at the pissoir. Men from the bar walked by me, tried to make eye contact. They continued through an opening in the back of the bathroom and down some stairs. What was there, I thought. The curiosity got the better of me, and I followed. Men were standing in dark corners, like they were waiting for something. I walked into a dark room. It was pit dark as my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. Someone took my hand a led it towards his crotch. I felt his cock. Another bearded leather guy put his hand on my ass and squeezed it. I moaned, most out of the surprise being groped by strange men. I felt uncomfortable with the whole situation. When a hand moved inside my jeans, and a finger tried to force itself inside my asshole, I panicked. I pulled away, and found my way back to the stairs. I ran back upstairs, moved quickly through the bathroom and the bar and back onto the street. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That’s when I met Gabriel. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. I looked up at the hot looking latino. I was about to tell him about my unwanted attention in the basement at the Prinzknecht, but decided not to. For an experienced gay guy this was probably exactly what he would have been expecting in a dark room behind the gay bar. I had read many gay stories and seen videos posted on the internet. Those videos had also turned me on, but never having experienced anything like this, and being all by myself in a gay bar for the first time, it scared me not being in control. So I just told Gabriel that I wanted to get away from two guys who had tried to rob me, and had been chasing me around a couple of blocks. A lie, and Gabriel probably knew it. He could have seen me coming out of Prinzknecht. He was friendly and didn’t show that he didn’t believe my story. He told me that he was originally from Portugal, but that he lived in Berlin. We chatted for a while. He was easy to talk to, and I probably told him way more about myself than I should have. Even about the break up with my boyfriend. He asked me if I was on PrEP, but when I didn’t seem know what that was, he just said “Not important” and blew it off. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place. I didn’t hesitate, and said yes. It was when I entered his apartment he told me that he charged 200 euros for an hour, or 400 for the whole night. “What? You’re an escort?” I asked, being shocked. He had been flirting with me, but I hadn’t expected him to be a prostitute. Being inexperienced, I hadn’t seen the signs. “I don’t have that kind of money,” which was true, being a student at home. I expected Gabriel to be mad at me, but he was calm. Instead he suggested that we went to bar, and continue our conversation. I should have refused and go back to my hotel, but in a strange way I liked Gabriel, so I agreed to his suggestion. We went to bar called Bull. There were not many people there, even at 11 p.m. What I found out later was that Bull didn’t get full until the other bars closed, but I didn’t know that then. Gabriel said he wanted to buy me a drink, and asked me what I wanted. After what had happened on my first day so far, I wanted to be sober and stay in control, so no other surprises would occur. “A coke,” I said. Gabriel stood up and went to the bar. When he was there he talked to a couple of skinheads that he obviously knew. He brought me the coke, said he was sorry, but there was something he had to take care of, but added he would be right back, and went back to the two skinheads. They went into the backroom and were gone for a couple of minutes. After a few minutes he came back to me, and I noticed that he had a big pile of what seemed like 50 euro bills that he put in his pocket. He sat down, and asked me if everything was fine. “Sure,” I said. I didn’t take too much notice of the money he had been given, as I already knew he was an escort, so I guess it was payment for some sexual services. As I was taking sips of my drink, Gabriel was asking me about myself. Before I knew it, my mind was getting fuzzy and I had a hard time focusing on everything around me. That’s when I saw the two skinheads joining us at the table. And that’s when I realized that I had been drugged and that Gabriel had sold me to the skinheads. That’s the last thing I remembered, and now we’re back to where the story started…

You are training a muscle to expand and relax. Get a flexible dildo. When you encounter resistance, stop and rest. Then very slowly push your bowels downward while keeping the dildo in place. Your muscle will stretch itself to swallow the obstacle. Employ the same technique with a large cock!

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%

A guy was fucking me, stopped, pissed inside me, and started fucking me again. It was hot but difficult to find tops that will or can do that. A group of guys and a funnel would be hot too.

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

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

I had one guy who came over a few times who was into using me like that. He would never touch me but would want me waiting naked with a funnel in my ass when he got here. Sometimes he would jerk off into it, too. Usually he would just unzip, take a really long hot piss, zip up and go. Pretty much just treat me like a urinal.

I'm all for kinky play, being catheterised & the end inserted into my cunt & continuously draining my own Chem piss along with every one else's back into my cunt. Other than that, the best is a night of piss & cum fucks. Straight from cock into cunt. HOT 🍆🌊♨️.

3. Final chapter (I finally finished a story) — A part of me wishes that working up the courage to execute daddy’s plan was hard, but sadly or truthfully, it wasn’t. I wanted to live as someone’s sex slave. And to find someone as hot as daddy to own me, I knew I couldn’t give up the chance. But I also loved Tom and wanted him to be lost in his lust too. I really believe Tom and I are soulmates, but I’ve also suspected that Tom and Kyle are sexual soulmates. Kyle will always be the hole that makes Tom lose himself. The hole that loosens his chains and offers a pathway closer to his freedom. To be a mindless dumb faggot with Kyle. But Tom loves me more and would rather give up his sexual heaven to be with me. So I needed to bring Kyle up, and guide Tom to the conclusion that Kyle’s hole is the most important thing him, not me. That his sexual connection with Kyle is once in a lifetime. Because I suspect it is. I just want him to admit it out loud. The first time I brought up Kyle, I was at least an hour into edging Tom. He was leaking puddles. I kept him full on poppers and blindfolded him. I kissed his cock head with my hole and traced the entrance. I whispered if he wanted to feel my hole. It’s been so long since he’s felt my hole. He was panting and nodded furiously. I fed him 4 more big hits. I guided his hands to my nipples and he rubbed them gently the way he knew I loved. I took a whiff, and whispered into his ear about how hot it would be if someone was here to play with us. “Yeah? Damn yeah it would,” he said. Does he have anyone in mind because I do, I told him. “No, I don’t. Who you thinking?” He paused. I told him that I’m not sure if he’ll like it because it’s kinda naughty. “No tell me!” he said. “Ok, it’d be so fucking hot if…Kyle was here right now,” I whispered. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuucck yeah that would be so hot,” he said. “Yeah it’d be so hot if he was here ass up right now begging you for your cock,” I said. “Yeah?…” Tom said “Yeah, and from your stories and how he propositioned you last time you reconnected, he probably loves and misses your cock. He would probably be so hungry for it,” I continued. Tom was listening and panting along. “Oh babe, we’ve been edging for so long. You’d prolly cum within seconds of the fist hole you’d fuck. Damn, so you’d have to choose whether you wanna shoot your load in my hole or Kyle’s…” I said “Oh I can cum again!” Tom reassured. “Yeah, but that first load is going to be a fucking geyser! It going to overflow from any hole. Damn, who would you want to give that load to, baby? Me the person who has been edging you this entire time or Kyle, the hole you’ve been missing for years. Think back to the first night you met him. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Big sniff now. Good boy. Think about how good his hole felt for you to want to cum eight times. Did it feel good, baby?” I said. “Yessss, sooo goouddd,” Tom said. “Has it ever felt that good again?” I asked. “Everytime we fuck,” he said. Damn I suspected that but to hear him confirm it was a strange feeling. Or feelings. The first was a crazy anger and jealousy mix from knowing that I don’t have that effect on him. The second was a pure joy for Tom. I was so glad he had found his sexual soulmate. Kyle’s hole makes Tom melt into a dumb faggot every time! That’s incredible for Tom. And the third was a giddy anticipation of the orgasm I was going to have when I see Tom abandon his values to fuck Kyle. It would seal my fate as a worthless cumdump. That I chose to be a sperm bank over the partner of one of the most loving man. “Damn, so tell me baby. Would you rather taste Kyle’s hole again and make your cock sing or would you rather fuck me, your baby who has been putting in all this effort to edge you? Don’t worry baby, lean into the fantasy…” I whispered. “Damn…fuck, you’re so naughty. Damn ok, I wanna fuck Kyle,” he said. “Damn baby, you wanna give Kyle the big load that I’ve been working so hard for? Damn you must really want to fuck him, huh? Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Three more. One. Two. Three. Good boy. What if he really was here with us right now? …as…a…surprise,” I whispered. “What? That’d be crazy. Ha..ha..wait… is he here? What?” Tom asked. “Hypothetically, if he were here, he told me he wants to know that you would fuck him. Because he feels self-conscious about coming back to you after you blocked him. But he misses your cock, at least that’s what I would assume he would say if he were here, and will only come out if he knows he for sure can ride it,” I said. “Wait babe this is crazy. Is he actually here?” Tom said. “You’ll find out if you answer this: hypothetically, if Kyle were here. If he came out, do you promise to fuck him?” I replied. “Damn this is crazy. So fucking hot. You’re crazy babe. fuuuuuck. Ok yeah I would. You’re cool with it right? If so, then yes! I would fuck him until he taps out! I would fuck him so hard,” Tom said. “So fucking hot babe. Sniff some poppers baby. Yes, more my love. Such a good boy. A little more baby. Hey, quick real talk. You want me to make it happen?” I asked. “Ohhhhhhh fffuuuuuuuck, thaaaats crazy. Yeah I want ittttt,” Tom gooned. “Ok baby, since you want it to happen, you need to take the first step. Unblock Kyle and text him hi. Show me the proof and you get to feel my pussy and flood it. What do you say?” I asked. “Fuck this is crazy. You’re really ok with this? “ Tom asked. “Feel my nipples. What are they telling you?” I asked. Tom hovered over them and did some quick taps. “Oh fuuuuuckkk you fucking slut,” he said, “you’re so fucking horny. I don’t think I’ve felt you this horny in a long time!” I took off his blindfold, looked him dead in the eyes, horny and intense, and said, “So you have my blessing if that’s what you wanted to know. I’m going to take a big hit of poppers and hold my breath until I can’t. If you text Kyle before I need to breathe, then you can paint my insides. If you don’t, I’ll give you hands.” I inhaled. Then expelled all the air and took one massive hit. I rolled my eyes and quickly found his. I glanced at his phone and then back to him. Our eyes met and we both acknowledged that things were going to blow up after tonight. We didn’t know how, but we knew this was crossing a very different line. Because there had ever really been one line: Kyle. We both signaled to each other that we loved them and let’s do it. Tom grabbed his phone. His thumbs were moving! Some taps and he turned his phone to show me the message: ‘Hey Kyle ❤️ how are you?’” The heart emoji shocked me and I lost my breath. He took a big whiff and I lowered myself down on his cock. “Fuck babyyy, do you love him?” I slurred. “Oh fuckkkkkk,” Tom moaned. He exploded and I felt my walls get splattered. I grabbed my laced lube and squirted some on Tom’s cock. I massaged it and told him this lube feels really good on my hole, so I want another load. He said it tingled a bit, and I said yeah and that I loved it! So I stroked him with this lube, pouring some down his urethra too. Coating it slowly. As I stroked, I brought up that fantasy turned into real life play moment that just occurred. The swinging of the sling and the sounds of the chains brought me back. I felt like I was coming down a little. I reached for my drug baggie and fumbled to get the pill inside. Someone grabbed the bag and put the pill in my mouth. At least that’s what I assumed happened. I swallowed my E pill, and sniffed some more poppers. A new cock entered me and I just thought about how that pill could have been something else. And that I’m such a dumb faggot taking pills from strangers blindfolded. The thought turned me on and I started to ascend. The dirty thought, new cock, poppers, and my nipples being played with sent me. I saw the rest of that night. Tom and I fucked like rabbits. Kyle didn’t respond. At least not then. But Tom and I kept fucking around fantasies of him and Kyle. It took some time before Kyle responded, which was ok. I used that time to really normalize the idea. For Tom to understand that I was ok with it. And over that time, I started sprinkling in fantasies of me nor being ok with him fixing Kyle, but Kyle’s hole was right there. He struggled at first, but after enough coaxing that we were just doing fantasy play, he admitted he would fuck Kyle even if I wasn’t fully ok with it. I told him that would probably ruin me psychologically if he cheated on me with Kyle. He felt my nipples and smirked. And after that I would sprinkle in outright cheating fantasies. Tom really got into them. We were also fucking a lot more over this period. I wanted him to pretend I’m Kyle when he’s cumming. It was kinda nice reconnecting with him like this. It almost felt like old times. There’s no denying my love for Tom. But when I fucks me, I remember the past. I’m craving the future where my hole is my partner. So by the time Kyle responded to Tom, he was hungry for Kyle. He had fucked Kyle over 30 to 40 times by this point. Except Kyle was my hole. But now he wanted the real Kyle. After a couple short coffee shop meet ups an a lot of back and forth (and time), Kyle agreed to come over for dinner. In the days leading up to it, I kept edging Tom and told him he should save his load. Then fuck me right before Kyle arrives as a sign that we are each other’s number one. So Tom was horned up the night Kyle was coming over. I had upped the cheating fantasies too. Then during the time we were supposed to fuck, I told him I wasn’t in the mood because I’m feeling insecure about how much he likes Kyle. I asked him if he could keep tonight about establishing connections and then do sex another time? To give me time to adjust and wrap my head around all this. Tom was horny. He knew this meant he prolly wasn’t going to get to dump a load tonight, not into Kyle and not me because me being anxious means no sex. Tom being sweet Tom agreed. I grabbed his dick and said I’ll take care of this later. When Kyle arrived, I put in my warm but cool host vibes. Offered him some wine or a shot if he wants something stronger. He said shot but he wanted me to do it too. I said yes. We took a shot of tequila and bonded over that exchange. I handed him another cocktail shot. Our eyes lingered as I handed him the shot. Margarita I told him. I took him too. I gave Tom one too. I remember looking at the time when they finished the shot. I made sure to move us to the sectional after dinner. As the night went on and I could tell the effects of my special shots were kicking in, I feigned sleepiness. I made my way to the bedroom. As I fumbled my way out of the living room, I told Kyle to please not drive. He can crash here tonight. And then I left. As I walked to the bedroom, I made sure to close the bedroom door loudly. I tiptoed back to a point where I could hear better but they couldn’t see me. Didn’t take long for me to hear him. “Tom…” “…” “Tom, I don’t know what’s come over me but I need your cock. My hole is hungry. It’s like it can sense you,” Kyle said. “Fuck….” Tom said. Kyle got up and took off his pants and sat back down. He showed Tom his hole as he began to finger himself. Tom was mesmerized. Kyle wiggled his ass. Tom was trying to resist, but his right hand betrayed him. He was rubbing his cock through his pants. Kyle said, “What if I milk you? You just sit and try to push me off, but couldn’t because I’m so persistent?” Tom didn’t say anything. Kyle took that as consent and moved toward Tom. He held Tom’s hand and moved them to his waistband. Kyle pushed them down and Tom’s cock sprung up. Kyle reached for my special bottle of lube and squirted some on Tom’s cock and his hole. Kyle was moving swiftly and decisively, completely contrasting my paralyzed Tom. Kyle grabbed his poppers and fed Tom and then sniffed some. He lowered himself and Tom came right away! But that didn’t stop him. Kyle just kept ridding and Tom was still moaning in the pleasure. I don’t know how many times Tom came inside Kyle, but it was a lot. Kyle was intent on keeping his promise of being the perpetrator to preserve Tom’s innocence. So he was riding Tom for a very long time. By the time Kyle’s legs gave out, Tom must have dumped 4 or 5 loads. They started whispering something to each other. Tom brushed aside Kyle’s hair and then held him. Tom started moving his hips! He was willingly fucking Kyle now. I had to go get my big dildo. I fucked myself silently watching them make love. It was slow and passionate. I came harder than I had ever. The next morning, I snuggled up to Tom in the living room. Kyle was on the other side. I stroked Tom’s cock and said I thought it was hot how he fucked Kyle. How I’m ok with this happening more often. He was so relieved. I told him that I had one request: I want to jack off to him and Kyle fucking each other and saying I love you to each other. I thought it would take a lot of convincing, but they were up and making love just like the night before. Their years of orbiting and passion could no longer be contained. Tom found Kyle again and they were never going to lose each other again. Tom fucked Kyle hard and they both said I love you on repeat. They forgot I was there. The rest was sort of history. I did what daddy wanted me to. I got the love birds together. Tom and Kyle tried to be restrained at first. Having rules about how often they could see each other, but after some time, they stopped giving a fuck. No days were off limit. Then entire weeks. Then multiple weeks. Then months. And months and vacations. Tom was having the time of his life, and I discovered daddy wasn’t my solution. I quickly lost interest in daddy too. He wasn’t aggressive enough to by my dom. I had only found one person who was: me. After a short stint with sir, I just stated whoring my own hole out. I knew my limits and my life finally felt in balance. Work during the day, bathhouse whore at night. Every night. Tom eventually told me he was leaving to be with Kyle. We hugged, cried, and said our good byes. I don’t know much about his whereabouts these days. I’m just content being a dumb faggot taking loads. I sniffed some poppers and felt a new cock enter. Thick but not too long. He slammed into me as I wised myself a happy birthday. I felt hands hover over my nipples again, and I exploded. Fuck!

Yes all the time

I think your story is very relatable for many faggots. I've been struggling with this also. You know it's there, and sometimes you let yourself go, but after that, you retreat back to your normal straight life because... yeah... because of what actually? I do think I was afraid of my own feelings back then. But the pull to become a faggot was so strong. Deep down I knew what I was but actually acting on it was a bit of a hurdle. I was afraid what would happen when I jumped down the 'faggot-rabbit hole'. While it felt so good to finally be my-actual-self. I remember being on my knees on a parking lot for the first time. His cock down my throat and his hands on the back of my head. It was the dirtiest thing I had ever done. I became real calm and the only thought I had was: "this is where I belong, this is the real me and this is wat I want". I've never felt happier as when he shot his load down my throat! I couldn't talk for days! It basically confirmed what kind of lifestyle i wanted to live. Ultimately, you come to the conclusion that there's no point in fighting it. I chose to live the cumdump lifestyle and I never regretted it.

I'm just reading this six years later... You really should have been nominated for some kind of an award for this comment.

LOL .... nah - Occasionally I'll give a few bucks to a guy that obviously needs it though.

Thank you @wwguy1973, @DarkBone, and @LBSubPig for your help! I had no idea he was so famous.

I’m looking forward to Dan telling Rick that the Prof is toxic as fuck and has bred him. I’m also looking forward to hearing Dan’s thoughts and making his decision with the full facts in front of him. @mancoco is helping to verbalise the thought process of so many chasers!

I remember reading about ’gift giving’ and how it was this incredible personal thing to give the virus to someone. At the time I was kinda horrified, but kinda thrilled. It may be Scott O’Hara the porn star that came up with that term. He started the quarterly men’s journal called Steam, meant to facilitate cruising and maybe it’s from there that pozzing originated.

We returned to our conversation. "I would think with you fucking her earlier today you shot your load", Rick questioned OMG did he hear us, crap I am in trouble I thought. "Oh you heard us" I said in a shy scared way like I got caught doing something wrong "Yeah, she was moaning really loudly. Sounds like she was enjoying your cock", Rick said "Yeah, she did" I said awkwardly. My cock started to get a little soft. "She came didn't she", Rick asked "Yes she did. How do you know?", I replied "I heard her scream and the way she moaned. How do you know when she cums" Rick asked "I can just tell. Her pussy squeezes my cock", I said "Am I in trouble? She just wanted to see my place. We didn't stay long and she wanted to fuck cause we hadn't had sex in a longtime" I said in an apologizing tone and nervous cadence He laughed," It's ok, it's natural. You are handsome man with a beautiful body and a gorgeous cock. If I were her, I would want to have sex with you too. You are so sexy Dan.", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me. I could feel his eyes ravaging me. My rock hard cock suddenly started to leak more precum. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that", I said blushing. I felt warm all over. Like the cheerleader being told by the football team quarterback that she was beautiful. "Did you cum when you fucked her" Rick asked "No" I replied "Why not?" Rick asked "I don't know. I just didnt'. I just wanted to get her off and finish" I replied softly "Do you still enjoy fucking her" Rick asked "I guess so", I replied "So haven't cum yet today or in a while" Rick asked "No" I said as my cock was rock hard sticking up and oozing precum "Do you stay rock hard when you fucked her" Rick asked "No not really, it was difficult to stay hard after a while", I replied not sure why I was so honest with him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded stroking his mammoth meat. I stared at his cock. Then the TV action got louder. There was something about the moaning of the bottom yelling and begging the top to cum in him. It caught my ear for some reason and I looked at the TV. Rick noticed and smiled back at me. The bottom was in bliss being fucked. It reminded me of Jane and other girls I had fucked who had the same look. I looked back at Rick and stared at his cock. "How can it be bad to have such a huge cock", I asked inquiring "Well everyone wants it and sometimes you end up with someone who you didn't know everything about", he responded "Can I ask you a personal question", i asked "Sure fire away", he said "Is that how you got HIV", I asked "Kind of. I was with a guy who I liked and we were dating. We had a lot of sex not just as a couple but with other people", Rick said

I got up to use the bathroom. I probably drank too much beer, this always happens. It's just after 2:30am and I was still buzzing from all the beers and shots I took at the bar. I finished using the bathroom and heard moaning. I walked to Rick's bedroom and his door was open. I peeked inside slightly so I wasn't seen. He was on his couch watching gay porn on his TV stroking his cock. It was a young guy about my age and same body type on the bottom and an older guy around Rick's age on the top fucking the boy. The bottom boy was moaning and the top guy had a huge cock. The guy on the bottom was moaning from being slowly fucked by the hung guy on the top. It was strangely erotic. I didn't know why. I wasn't gay. I just fucked my gf earlier today. "How was your evening with Jane", Rick said I thought should I turn around. I decided to go in. "It was fine", I said "Come and sit with me. I could use the company", Rick said I walked in side and his eyes affixed on my body. "God your beautiful and I love your outfit" Rick said devouring my body with his eyes. "Thank you. Sorry my usual clothes and underwear are dirty. And oh crap sorry I am in my underwear. I should put some shorts on" I said pulling down my shirt and started to turn around. "Don't apologize, I saw you in your swimsuit and we swam naked yesterday. It's cool. Just two guys hanging out", Rick said "Its okay just sit down and relax" Rick said I obliged and sat down next to him. Our knees slightly touching. Sitting down I could feel my back of my underwear bunch up and so did the front, my cock protruded out more from my briefs. Rick handed me a shot of whiskey and a beer. We toasted and took the shot and chased it with beer. I thought I better slow down. He handed me another shot. "Thanks, I will take this in a bit. I had too much at the bar", I said "That's cool take your time", he said "You doing ok", I asked "Yes just bummed. I was supposed to have a friend come over but he flaked", he said "Someone your dating", I asked Rick laughed, "No a hook up friend" "Oh sorry to hear he didn't show up", I said. "It happens. I am happy you are here", he said as he kept stroking his cock "Just watching some porn", Rick said We both looked at the TV and saw the bottom taking a huge cock. The bottom was moaning and begging the guy fucking him to fuck him harder. "Harder harder, fuck me, pound me" the guy on the bottom was saying. I looked down at it and his slow stroking, precum leaking and his cock all wet. "You like looking at it don't you", he asked "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. It's just so big. I've never seen any like that before, that big", I responded looking at him, our eyes connecting. "Yes, it is. So is yours, " he said stroking his cock and looking at my cock. I didn't realize it was rock hard pushing out from my underwear. "Your cock looks like it is enjoying the porn", he said "Ugh yeah", I said. I went on to cover it up and also say because I hadn't cum in a while too it must be that. My cock was pushing thru my underwear and there was a large wet spot from it leaking so much. "Sorry to hear that you haven't cum in a while. Boy you are rock hard and leaking.", Rick said "Why don't you take it out. Let it free. It's so hard it might break in there. It's only us guys", Rick said laughing softly I pushed my underwear down slightly to let it out. It sprang out and some precum flicked onto my leg and his. "Oh sorry about that" as I reached out to wipe it off him. I finished wiping it off myself and he said, "Don't let it go to waste boy, go ahead and lick it.", Rick said He reached out and softly touched my hand and led my finger to my mouth. "Go ahead its your boy, you've tasted it yesterday" he said I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my precum. It tasted sweet and a little salty. "It tastes good doesn't it", Rick asked. I nodded. "Porn is porn whether straight or gay. It's to adults enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure. It's normal to get aroused. I know a lot of straight guys who watch bi or gay porn and get hard" Rick said in a comforting manner

It is legal under the Geneva Convention of 1951 (and the 1967 Protocol) to seek asylum. There again, those of your ilk now claim that "International Law is a hoax", so I wouldn't expect you to believe it, let alone read the link: Source: UNHCR - The UN Refugee Agency [think before following links] https://share.google/Bf4Jld7Iionh3Hz2o

So the story continues. On Tuesday Dec 30 I spent the entire day at the pool and the gym. In the evening I went to Zoo. Hot dads and lads evening. After being in about five minutes I found a dark room. Two dudes were playing and wanted to fuck me. However, they couldn't get in without lube so I continued. A bit later I met a hot German and British lads with whom I sucked and kissed a lot. I didn't come, neither did they, so I continued my tour. I had a smoke and a beer and went back downstairs. There was a man who just took my hand end let me in the cabin and put me on my back and took my legs on his shoulders and started to eat my hole. It was hot. Spit all around my crack. He gave me poppers, lots of it, and started to push in. It turned out he too didn't have any lube. It was hard and I took this serious fucking, although first it hurt as hell. I rode him as well. We fucked about 15 mins. when I decided this is it. He couldn't come and I didn't enjoy his cock that much without lube. At this point I left the club and went to Tom's. It was packed up, both the front and the cruisy area. I wanked few men. Finally when I was about to leave a cute young twink dropped down on his knees and swallowed my dick. He was good at what he was doing. I told him soon I'm about to cum, so he pushed me deeper in his throat and swallowed all I shot. It was lovely. Such a beautiful boy sucking cocks at the dark room. 🙂 After all this I was spent and returned to my hotel. Next day, New Years eve, I again stayed at the pool and the gym. I read a good book and had a nap and a few drinks. The hotel had arranged a banquet. Afterwards I stayed at my room having a beer and drinking tea and getting ready for the evening at the Construction. I got in the club about 1am. The place was too full already at that time. Interesting thing was you could smoke inside. I took a tour and quickly discovered the orgy room. Turns out its mattress was next to wall, which made it hard finding a place. Soon someone pushed my boxers down and told me to get into position, face down and ass up. Of course I was within seconds on my knees allowing an easy access for my fucker. He didn't fuck long and cum, since soon a black rabbit like fucker started to lube my hole and the first dude made space for him. My new top had a mask on and lube tube in his hand, and he lubed my hole a lot before sliding in. It turned out he fucked all the bottoms without cumming in anyone's ass. His skin was sweaty and warm, even hot, so I think he had taken something else than beer only. 🙂 After some time he pulled out. I didn't have to wait for a new top long. And old man who had a white thick beard and a nice body appeared from nowhere and turned me on my back. He put my legs on his shoulders, slid his cock in my now wet and slick hole and took ahold of my shoulders and catched me in this position. His legs felt awesome against my own legs. Skin on skin. He took poppers somewhere and said I need to take hits. So I took. Then he made me take some more. After this I was in bottom boy's heaven. Fucking felt sooo good and his balls slapping against my ass and his cock in my hole as well. After some time he grunted and tensed, so I guess he had given me his seed. The orgy mattress started to feel uncomfortable, too crowded, so I left for a a smoke. When I returned jerking, kissing and sucking followed. The black rabbit fucked my ass more. So did some other guys. At this point I lost count and don't remember how many cocks entered my ass. Might be 2 or 3. The rabbit fucked me once more. He again lubed my hole. This time the lube was hot. He didn't come so I stood up and took a tour to see what's going on. Finally around 4am two daddies came to me. The first one pushed me againsg the wall and put his dick in my hole and the second daddy made me sniff poppers. Soon my fucker said he is gonna cum and loaded my butt. It was now 5am, so I took off. On Thursday I slept long. I stayed at the hotel and had a little walk. Friday Jan 2. Around 11pm I went to the Factory. I went to see what's going on at the orgy mattress. It was a beautiful sight! Men on their knees waiting to be fucked. I returned upstairs for a beer, but after I came down again it didn't take long before a Dutch top pushed me on my knees and lubed my hole and started to fuck. I sucked cocks at the same time. I took poppers. Suddenly I saw another man was fucking my ass and the Dutch guy was telling me to take more poppers and cum in my hole. Soon the man who was fucking me pulled out and came to thank. He smiled and said he shot his load deep in. More fucking with the Dutch guy followed, also more with other men. I took a break at this point. After I returned I suddenly met the German hunk from the Zoo (Tuesday night) and he said he wants to fuck me. He was a very talented top. After some 10 mins. he shot his load up my arse. The rest of the evening was just relaxing and having a beer. Finally a really hot and polite American guy sucked me twice. With empty balls and a sore hole it was time to leave and get some sleep. Saturday followed, but against my plans I didn't go anywhere, but instead of bars I went to sleep around 8. I slept 12 hours. Guess the 3 previous nights had taken their toll. 😄

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

Here comes the next one. A bit more raunchy then the first. Reminds me of some of the old short stories by “yourcummyass” like his ‘five minutes to aids” though I don’t think he wrote this one’ ==================================• Normally I don't choose to get bred by POZ guys. I'm sure I've been exposed to POZ seed because a lot of times I don't ask, I just take, but last week I invited a POZ daddy over who changed my life. I met this guy online from Gay.com and we started chatting in one of those no name side channels. He was very up front about his POZ status, but never mentioned meds or his VL, the way he talked to me always got me so horny I didn’t really think much about it and so I just kept chatting. He had no pictures, but he sorta sounded like the type of guys I like: 58, salt 'n' pepper, short, stocky, and potentially a good dick. Now, in truth he described his dick as "average"-- but he did say he was pretty thick and guys seemed to like that. I had been a horny pig all week to that point and taken about seven loads, so I figured why not make it eight? Acting on pure lust for a potential hot Daddy, I invited him over one night after work. He finally showed up and let's just say he was rough. It became obvious why he had no online pics. His face was scarred, and he had lots of tattoos. He was also visibly POZ, with a full crix belly and gaunt veiny legs. I felt my lust shaken and almost turned him away as my brain started to realize he must be dangerously infected with disease. Before I could close the door, he stopped me and stripped off his gym shorts. When he did, out popped a glorious, 7.5" uncut monster-thick cock thicker than my wrist. Lust once more overcame rational thought and I immediately started sucking him as best I could. After a few minutes we moved to my bed where this glorious POZ daddy demonstrated his love for eating ass. He had me straddle his face so he could tongue my neg boy pussy while I worshipped his veiny infected meat. After ten minutes or so, daddy took charge, pushed me on my back, lifted my legs, and told me I was gonna get it. He spit hefty amounts onto his cock and my asscrack, and then positioned his head at my hole. “Before we go further, you need to know why I picked you to be my Son. Ive been home to HIV for a long time and I need to pass it on to a new generation. My infected seed needs to live on so I want you to become my POZ son and become impregnated with my strain.” He said as I felt the pointed tip of his cock dribbling its tainted precum on my hole. I was so lost to lust at this point I couldn’t think of saying no. I knew somewhere I was about to take a Deadly disease into me and all I could think of was pleasing my new Daddy. "You ready, son?" he asked and I did a massive popper hit and nodded. “Good boy! Daddy is going to give you his POZ Babies! No turning back!” He said as that POZ meat punched into my guts and I fucking took it like the champion whore that I am. Honestly, I was a bit nervous because of his size, but damn if my hole didn't just open up and swallow him. It was probably because I'd taken so much other cock that week, but I also think it was also because I was so fucking turned on by this guy. Everything that at first seemed ‘Ugly’ tm me when I first saw him now seems hot, sexual and almost primal. Knowing his body was being ravaged by AIDS somehow turned from thing of disgust to a sexual power I wanted. I looked into his AIDS wasted face and now saw my future and boy did that turn me the fuck ON! The POZ daddy pounded the fuck out of me while my raging boner slapped on my belly- oozing a steady stream of precum. His big infected cock was becoming noticeably harder in my ass. It felt thicker and his head was stabbing my second ring with every thrust. I knew he was close. "You gonna let daddy pump his POZ Babies in ya, son? You gonna let your daddy knock you up with his TOXIC Infected baby makers?” He said as his body was shaking. Somehow I felt as if I was already infected as if my brain was becoming POZ moment by moment. I wanted-- no, needed-- to feel him finish inside me! "Yes daddy, I want it, do it POZ ME!!.” was all I said. "Oh, here it cums son! Gonna load you with my POISON swimmers! Going to make you Pregnant right… Fucking… NOW!” A few more deep thrusts and then daddy gave out a throttled cry. I could feel his thick meat pulsing rapidly inside me and I knew his AIDS cum was painting my guts. I came seconds later-- not even touching myself and fell back utterly spent.. looking at his AIDS Wasted body, I felt right then he was the most sexual man in the whole world. Meanwhile as if fueled by unnaturally powers, the POZ Daddy kept fucking my raw, sensitive hole for several more minutes as I recovered. “Just relax my new POZ Son, Daddy wants to make sure his seed gets worked in proper into your new AIDS womb“ he told me. When he pulled out finally, it felt like a fist was being pulled from my ass. The sensation was incredible. My hole was gaping and gobs of his load were dripping onto my sheets. Daddy gently fingered the load back into me. "Gotta make sure my seed infects you boy, Your Boy Pussy is now my POZ Pussy. Daddy wants you to take good care of his seed until you’re finally Pregnant with my POZ babies.” He said as he collapsed on top of me. His skeletal, thin wasted body feeling like the most powerful man ever. After about 10 min of just saying there and catching our breaths, he caressed my body and fixed his eyes to look deep into mine. “You must listen to me Son, I know I have told you that I have given my body over to be consumed by the Virus. That is my purpose. Now that I have found a new home, you must promise me to not do the same. You must live a very long life to keep my strain alive as long as possible. Once my Seed has germinated within you, you must go on meds to stay healthy.” I looked at him shocked, my brain still swimming from accepting a life altering virus into me. “One day you will find you own son and then and only then will you go off meds to pass on my legacy” he said, and at last I understood my new purpose. He stayed the weekend, fucking me several more times. Two weeks later I got the fuck flu and called him back to tell him I was finally Pregnant with his AIDS. It was the happiest day of my life.

My Boy’s Tight Hole Made Me Cum Too Soon When we first started dating, my boy and I played safe with each other, me almost always topping his amazing ass. We were casually seeing a few other guys, sometimes together in hot threeways and fourways. We somehow got less sexually adventurous as we got more serious. We stopped seeing other people and started playing bareback exclusively with each other. Initially, I’d pull out to cum, but after a while, he begged for my load. He really has an incredible ass, plump and round, with a hairy hole hidden deep between the clefts of his cheeks. He liked to show off his hairy crack, and it always turned me on when he used his hands to spread his cheeks wide. The experiences he’d had with other tops taught him a lot of amazing tricks. I couldn’t help but brag to several friends about what a hot bottom my boy was, especially now that we were exclusive and playing raw. That intense hot sex lasted for months. We fucked multiple times a week, me topping him raw and loving it, nearly always cumming inside him, but sometimes pulling out to cum on his hairy hole. I love lapping my load up and tonguing it inside him. Lately though, I noticed a few changes. We used to fuck practically daily, but now it was more like once a week. Regardless, the sex was still much better than most guys could ever hope for. However, I’d noticed that when I’d get inside his hole, I’d cum way too soon for either of our liking. It was as if my cock alone and less frequent fucking had gotten his hole too tight for its own good! When my boy was seeing other people, he regularly got stretched out by a few fuck buddies. Back then, I was also regularly wearing condoms. Dulling sensation always made me last longer, keeping me from feeling just how amazing his raw silky his hole truly is. One night after a sweaty session, I fingered my boy’s hole, slick with of my own fresh load, shot too quickly. We bluntly discussed his raw tight hole getting me off sooner than either of us would have liked. He told me he might have a solution, and he’d ask Brad, a buddy at work for advice. Brad and my boy had fucked regularly before we got serious. I knew he had a thick nine-inch monster dick from a very hot, safe, threeway we’d had a few years ago. We took turns pounding my boy into the mattress, and he loved it. Brad was one of the guys who convinced him to fuck with condoms especially if he was going to regularly get dicked by multiple guys. Although we’d never discussed it, I had seen Brad’s scorpion tattoo near his groin, and I suspected he was POZ. In fact, it turned me on sharing my boy’s hole, even safely, with this sexy hung guy. As hot as one safe cock stretching out my boy was, it was super sexy when he and his partner, Jim, had taken their turn my boy’s hole. Sadly, I’d missed out on that session, but heard that they, safely, used him very well that night. I asked my boy what Brad advised, and he had suggested a three-pronged approach: 1.) Have me wear a condom to fuck my boy to lessen how good his hole made me feel 2.) Get him regularly fucked my a hung guy, or guys, who could keep his hole cored out and loose. 3.) Getting me fucked by a few hung tops so my boy could use my own stretched-out ass too, taking the pressure off me from being the only top. To be continued…

Part 8 About the end of this last time, I passed out again. I awoke quite some time later this time. I had no real idea what time it was, but got up, found I was still naked, and got into my clothes I found and got my phone out and saw that it was almost 5 in the morning. OMG, I had figured on being home by 1. Damn, what the hell was I doing. My mind still was not quite functioning, yet. From the sounds I could hear, the party was still going strong though. I just stood there for a bit, trying to figure out what the hell I had been doing and why was I naked? All I could really remember at the moment was I was drunk and had been doing something or other and it seemed to have to do with sex, I thought. My mind just would not work. I sat down and leaned over with my face in my hands and tried to think. My mind was a huge blank fog. I had really had too much to drink and too quickly. It seemed for some reason that my mind kept saying I had been fucked by guys, but hell, that must have been a dream as I am straight. Then as I was thinking this, it dawned on me that my ass sure was sore and seemed to be damp. I reached down between my legs to feel and my hand felt a lot of moisture there and as I scrunched forward a little, all at once my hand felt something running into it. I looked to find and lot of white creamy looking stuff in my hand tinged somewhat pinkish. Then a little bit started to come back to me. I had been fucked. What the hell was I thinking? Then as I was thinking that this guy came walking in as naked as I was and a huge swinging cock between his legs. As he walked in it started to come back to me. I not only had been fucked, but by more than one and this guy had been the last one in me, and done me twice. Then my eyes really popped open when I remembered what he had told me. They had all had HIV and none on meds and all had dumped their cum in my ass. HOW THE HELL HAD THAT HAPPENED? I was just wondering that when he finally spoke asking, "Well, you have been out now for a couple of hours, are you ready for another load of my toxic cum now?" I could only stare at him and then nodded as I laid back, now sober and wondering what this was going to feel like now that I wasn't drunk and then what the hell should I do?