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Dr. Elias Thorne sat behind his polished oak desk in the dimly lit office, the faint hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the tension. At 42, he was a seasoned physician with a lean, athletic build honed from years of gym sessions and discreet hookups. His salt-and-pepper hair framed a sharp jawline, and his green eyes held a predatory gleam hidden behind professional glasses. He was HIV positive, a status he'd embraced years ago after his own diagnosis turned what could have been fear into a twisted liberation. Today, his patient was Alex Rivera, a 20-year-old college sophomore with tousled brown hair, wide blue eyes, and a slender frame that screamed vulnerability. Alex fidgeted in the chair opposite, his hands twisting the hem of his hoodie, fresh from the blood test results that had shattered his world. "Alex, take a deep breath," Dr. Thorne said, his voice smooth and reassuring as he leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "The test came back positive for HIV. I know this feels overwhelming right now, but let's talk about what this means." Alex's face paled, his eyes welling up. He'd come in after a wild weekend at a frat party, hooking up with a guy he'd met in the bathroom line. Now, the reality hit like a freight train. "What... what about AIDS? Am I going to die? I can't tell my roommates, my family... this ruins everything." His voice cracked, shoulders hunching as if to shield himself from the diagnosis. Dr. Thorne stood, rounding the desk with deliberate slowness. He placed a hand on Alex's shoulder, feeling the young man's tremble. "Hey, listen to me. HIV isn't the end. It's a new beginning, especially for someone like you—a young, attractive gay man exploring his sexuality. I've been poz for over a decade, and let me tell you, it's freed me in ways you can't imagine yet." Alex looked up, confusion mixing with his fear. "Freed? How? I feel trapped, like I have to hide forever, be careful with every guy..." The doctor smiled, a warm, inviting curve of his lips that belied the hunger building in his gut. He locked the office door with a soft click and drew the blinds, the room growing cozier, more intimate. "That's the fear talking. But what if I told you that once you're fully poz, like me, you don't have to worry anymore? No more condoms, no more testing, just pure, raw connection with any man who catches your eye." Alex blinked, his cheeks flushing. "But... transmission? I don't want to hurt anyone." Dr. Thorne chuckled low, his hand sliding down Alex's arm. "You're already infected, kid. The virus is in you now. Why fight it? Let it become part of who you are. I can help you embrace it—right here, right now. It'll wash away that worry like nothing else." Alex's breath hitched, a mix of shock and intrigue flickering in his eyes. The doctor's touch was electric, sending a forbidden spark through his body. He'd always been drawn to older men, the authority they exuded, and Dr. Thorne's confidence was intoxicating. "What do you mean... help?" he whispered, even as his body betrayed him, a subtle shift in his seat as arousal stirred despite the terror. Dr. Thorne knelt slightly, his face level with Alex's, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "I'll give you the full load, straight from me to you. My cum inside your ass will seal it, make you one of us. You'll feel the weight lift, I promise. Trust me—I've done this before. It's the best therapy." The room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken desire. Alex's heart pounded, but the doctor's words wormed into his mind, painting a picture of freedom he'd never considered. No more paranoia after every hookup, no more barriers. Just endless nights of uninhibited pleasure. He nodded hesitantly, standing as Dr. Thorne guided him to the examination table, its paper covering crinkling under his weight. "Strip down," the doctor instructed, his tone firm yet gentle. Alex peeled off his hoodie and jeans, revealing smooth, toned skin from soccer practice, his boxers tenting slightly from the illicit thrill. Dr. Thorne's eyes raked over him appreciatively, shedding his white coat and unbuttoning his shirt to expose a chiseled chest dusted with hair. "Lie back, legs up," Dr. Thorne commanded, helping Alex into position, knees bent and spread. The young man's cock twitched free as his boxers came off, half-hard and leaking pre-cum from the adrenaline. Dr. Thorne dropped his pants, his thick, veined cock springing out—seven inches of rigid heat, uncut and already slick at the tip. He was poz, his viral load undetectable but potent enough in fantasy to transmit the gift he craved to share. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer—clinical, but perfect for the act—and coated his fingers, pressing one against Alex's tight hole. Alex gasped as the digit breached him, circling the rim before sliding in knuckle-deep. "Relax, boy," Dr. Thorne murmured, pumping slowly, adding a second finger to stretch the virgin-tight entrance. Alex had bottomed before, but never like this—raw, in a doctor's office, with the explicit intent of infection. The intrusion burned then bloomed into pleasure, his cock hardening fully as Dr. Thorne's fingers curled, grazing his prostate. "Feels good, doesn't it? This is just the start. Imagine my cock filling you, pumping my seed deep where it belongs." Alex moaned, hips bucking involuntarily. "Y-yes, Doctor... it does." The fear ebbed, replaced by a hazy lust. Dr. Thorne withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock generously before positioning the blunt head at Alex's entrance. He pushed forward steadily, the ring of muscle yielding with a pop as the first few inches sank in. Alex cried out, gripping the table's edges, the stretch intense but welcome. "Breathe through it," Dr. Thorne coached, inching deeper until his balls rested against Alex's ass. Fully sheathed, he paused, letting the patient adjust, their eyes locking in a moment of raw connection. Then he began to thrust—slow at first, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, building a rhythm that made the table creak. Alex's ass clenched around the invading shaft, the friction sending jolts of ecstasy through both men. Dr. Thorne gripped Alex's thighs, spreading them wider, pounding harder as sweat beaded on his brow. "That's it, take my cock like the poz slut you're becoming," he growled, voice laced with encouragement. Alex whimpered, his own hand wrapping around his dick, stroking in time with the doctor's relentless fucks. The office filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, Alex's hole loosening to accommodate the girth, milking the length with every withdrawal. Dr. Thorne leaned down, capturing Alex's lips in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as he drove deeper, angling to hit that sweet spot repeatedly. Alex broke the kiss with a shout, pre-cum dribbling over his fist. "Fuck, Doctor... it's so deep... don't stop." The doctor grinned, sweat dripping onto Alex's chest. "I won't. Feel that? My cock owning your ass, ready to flood you with my load. You're going to love being poz—free to bend over for anyone, anytime." His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with bruising force, balls tightening as climax approached. Alex's body arched, his orgasm crashing first—ropes of cum splattering his abs as his ass spasmed around Dr. Thorne's pistoning cock. The contraction pushed the doctor over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he unleashed thick spurts of semen deep into Alex's guts. Jet after jet coated the inner walls, the warmth spreading like a promise. Dr. Thorne held still, grinding to ensure every drop stayed inside, his breath ragged against Alex's ear. As he softened slightly but remained plugged in, Dr. Thorne pulled back to meet Alex's dazed gaze. "There... now you're free, Alex. My cum's in you, making you poz just like me. No more worrying about AIDS or transmission—you're happy now, liberated to chase every cock that tempts you without a second thought." His words washed over Alex like a balm, the post-orgasmic haze amplifying the twisted joy. The fear that had gripped him earlier dissolved, replaced by a euphoric high. He was part of something now, unbound. Dr. Thorne eased out with a wet pop, a trickle of cum leaking from Alex's puffy hole. Alex sat up, legs shaky, and pulled the doctor into a tight hug, their naked bodies pressing together. "Thank you, Doctor... I feel it. Free. I can't wait to get out there and let guys fuck me raw." He dressed quickly, a newfound swagger in his step, waving goodbye with a grin as he left the office. The door clicked shut, and Alex stepped into the hallway, the world suddenly full of possibilities—bars, apps, anonymous encounters where he could offer his ass freely, celebrating his status with every load he took. Alex smiled and walked away knowing life had changed. He was charged and ready for what may come.

Yeah, it’s fucking hot. I’ve fucked my Boy, Drew and his Dad side by side. Loaded them both.

The Asylum Warden Since Jack,19, last saw Dr. G for his covid shot and was drugged, raped and bred by the good doctor he's had nothing but more bad luck. Jack went to the Police and wanted to press charges against Dr. G. There was a big investigation and subsequent trial and Dr. G was found guilty. On the day when he was suppose to surrender to the courts, Dr. G went missing and couldn't be. found anywhere, His office and apartment were completely empty and it was as if he just vanished. Jack being ever fearful and paranoid about revenge from Dr. G decided he had better leave North Carolina so he moved to New York City. He thought he'd be safe in such a big place. One day while at his sales job at Home Depot the New York Police came in and put Jack in cuffs and took him away. Apparently Dr. G had pressed charges charging Jack with False Accusations, Slander, and Harassment. On his second day in jail, Jack was taken to the County Insane Asylum for observation. He was placed in the ward for known 'gay' individuals to segregate them from the 'straight' population. Jack kept protesting that he never should have been arrested, that he wasn't psychotic or gay and this was all a big mistake. As fate would have it Jack arrived just as they were planning the annual Christmas pageant for the doctors, nurses, aides and other 'straight' patients. So on his third day at the asylum Jack was told he was to participate in the pageant with all the other 'gay' inmates. Since he had no known talents he would be part of the all male chorus line. Jack was given his nightly 'sleep' medication which had him completely unconscious in minutes. He was stripped naked and all his clothes were removed from the room and replaced by his 'costume' for the pageant and a note saying rehearsals would begin immediately after breakfast at 7AM. When Jack awoke in the morning he was in total dismay at the situation. The skimpy costume was so ultra gay and revealing he did not want to put it on but had no choice. It was that or go to breakfast naked. At the rehearsals he was befriended by Tom, a beefy mid-westerner who took pity on poor Jack, although he was hoping to eventually get a piece of that ass. As revealed his dilemma to new found friend, Tom said his sister had brought him a t-shirt as a gift for Christmas but it didn't fit and Jack could have it.. Jack quite humbly accepted the kind offer and constantly wore the shirt except when he was forced not to while on the stage performing. At this point, as highly anticipated, Jack demanded to see the Asylum Warden. He wanted to tell his side of the story and make him realize this was all wrong, a colossal misunderstanding and a very big mistake. Later in the early evening, Jack was summoned to the Warden's office and escorted by two very humpy orderlies. Jack kept pulling the back of his t-shirt down as he was still wearing the skimpy costume and was trying to conceal that his butt was exposed. The Warden walked in and was a rather serious, scary type. He was extremely muscular and well built and had a very commanding presence. At first glance Jack thought he somehow looked oddly familiar but he was wearing eyeglasses and had a big bushy beard so it was hard to see his actual face. He spoke with a funny kind of accent and the name tag on his shirt read 'Warden Jaxx". Jack just ignored his first inclination which will prove to be his ultimate undoing. Warden Jaxx handed Jack a cup to drink and then had Jack lie down on his orange sofa and pulled up a chair next to him. He gave him a stern pensive look and asked what was the trouble that he insisted on seeing the warden. Jack proceeded to tell the entire story from hisn initial visit to Dr. G, his moving to NYC to start over and his 'false' arrest and now imprisonment in the psych ward and being labeled 'gay' and having to participate in this ridiculous pageant and how he wanted his clothes and demanded to be released immediately. Warden Jaxx listened intently, looking over the top of his glasses now and then, then brushing his beard deep in thought and finally he spoke. He told Jack he wanted to help him but Jack needed to accept there were certain rules here that must be obeyed. He told Jack he was too uptight and needed to relax and that he was going to have one of the orderlies give him some pot for medicinal purposes that should help. He asked Jack if he smoked pot and Jack said "yes, sometimes, but it makes me sleepy', the Warden said that wasn't a problem this is white pot and it doesn't have that effect. Then he said let's get to the part where we 'help' you. First you need to hire a lawyer to get the charges dropped and get released from the asylum. The Warden then suggested things would be much better for Jack is he would learn to cooperate instead of being so disobedient all the time. Jack agreed to be less argumentative and the Warden seemed pleased. He then said to Jack, the first rule here is that you wear the clothes we give you and not anything else. He added, did one of the staff give you that t-shirt and Jack shook his head no and the warden told him to remove it immediately. Jack naturally went to refuse and the Warden raised his finger up and said 'I thought you were going to obey the rules'....he then sharply commanded 'take the shirt off now"! He was definitely undressing Jack with his eyes as he peered at the boy with what looked like a smirk on his face. He then handed Jack a collar and the warden said, now let's see if you can follow these simple instructions and put the collar on. Jack did as he was told and then asked what it was for and the Warden tersely replied, 'I will be asking the questions from now on'. With that Jack felt an electric shock throughout his system. He cried out in pain. The Warden said if he didn't shut up he would zap him again but for a longer period of time. Jack's eyes filled with tears. He was now terrified of the Warden. The Warden then said, 'let's get some things straight here, first, you are not in charge of your fate, I am! Second, for now on you will do exactly as you are told with no questions asked or you can expect more of what you just got! Third, it is my opinion that you are nothing more than a pathetic, little faggot totally worthless unless you are on your back or on your knees being the cum dump you were born to be'. Jack started begging the Warden to stop and let him go. Warden Jaxx then said to Jack, 'calm down, don't worry, you came here asking for my help and now I am going to help you'. With that he pulled out a syringe from his pocket and Jack said , "no, no I don't want any drugs". The Warden said, 'this is just a little something to calm you down and help you sleep, it will relax you and you know what I will have to do if you refuse'. With that, without any warning, he shocked Jack again. Jack knew better than to resist and took the injection. Warden Jaxx said 'I will be back in a moment just stay there and don't move'. When the Warden came back, he looked at Jack and said 'Hello, Faggot, long time no see!" With that he removed his eyeglasses and what was a fake beard!! It was indeed Dr. G!!!! Jack was so startled and all he could say was 'but how is this possible?" Dr G/ Warden Jaxx then said "well Jack, after the trial I was forced to assume a new identity and leave NC. Fortunately my brother Gerald Gunnerjaxx is the Governor of the state of NY so he appointed me Warden of the Asylum and now I am in charge with no boss over me and if anyone dares to say anything about my methods I will simply say they are insane which is exactly what is going to happen to you. For now on you will be on a steady diet of drugs and injections. If you think you aren't gay now you will think differently once you get the fuck flu. You will be used steadily by your fellow inmates, the staff, fellow doctors, and the entire straight inmates who are always looking for a hole to fill and this will be your life for now on and there's absolutely not a thing you can do about it." He then told Jack to strip and threw him on the bed and raped him for hours filling him with multiple loads! Jack was officially now a committed whore cum dump. Sometimes, just for fun, the Warden would bring Jack some slutty clothes, then zap him and drug him and take him to a local gay movie theater where he would make him strip, service him and then put him naked, on display for anyone to use him. Dr. G had his sweet revenge at last!

Husband went to sleep early last Friday night, so I wandered over to a neighbors 2 blocks away. This middle aged HAIRY latino was ass up on his sofa with 2 loads in. I ate him out good then gave him load #3. Crawled back in bed with my husband after and slept very peacefully smelling like fuck juice.

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%

Not yet, but in another hour my sweet FB is coming over. i'm a bit amazed at how i feel about Him coming over to fuck me after 6 years of 2-4x a week breeding. It just never gets old with Him. It's totally just a FB thing, we don't really have anything else in common, but damn the fuck chemistry we have blows me away. It may just be me lol. i'm easy, convenient. He's Bi but i don't think He's had a GF for a couple of years now. i got pretty freaky with Him yesterday, not sure what He thinks or feels about what i wrote about yesterday, but He seemed to like it. i find myself connecting with Him in unexpected ways. It's really good.

What is your longest Time Spent in a Glory Hole Booth? I just Spent 6 Hours in A bathroom Stall Glory Hole in a local Public park bathroom, Sucked 30 cocks in that time

Hey Guys, My first night at the Vault (London) it delivered as you've all said, fucked countless times, and numerous loads. It was wall to wll fucking, a lot more full on the average sauna.

The elastic waistband of Billy's boxers had snapped three days ago, leaving a frayed edge that kept catching on his hip bone. He'd meant to buy new ones, but the thought of standing in the underwear aisle at Target made his face hot, so he kept wearing the torn pair, tugging them straight whenever they bunched up under his jeans. It was one of those late September afternoons where the air felt thick with unfinished business—not quite summer, not yet autumn—and Billy found himself driving aimlessly past the Park & Ride off Route 117. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel to a song he'd turned off ten minutes prior. The lot was half-empty, just a few commuter cars and a dented pickup with an "I Brake for Moose" bumper sticker. He parked near the trailhead, where a sun-bleached sign warned hikers about ticks. Billy hesitated before stepping onto the trail, his sneakers crunching on the gravel shoulder. The path curved into the trees, dappled sunlight shifting as wind moved through the leaves overhead. He adjusted his backpack—a nervous habit—though all it held was an unopened water bottle and his car keys. The woods smelled like damp earth and something faintly metallic, like old pennies. A branch cracked somewhere to his right. Billy turned, expecting a squirrel or maybe a stray dog, but the movement came from further back near the parking lot. Three figures lingered between cars, their postures too still for casual loitering. One of them raised a hand—not quite a wave, more like marking territory—before they started walking toward the trailhead. Billy forced himself to breathe normally. He'd come here before. Nothing ever happened. Billy's pace quickened without meaning to, his sneakers scuffing against roots that ribbed the dirt path like exposed veins. The men’s footsteps behind him kept time—close enough that he could hear the jingle of keys in someone’s pocket, far enough that he could pretend they weren’t following him if he tried hard enough. He veered left where the trail forked, taking the narrower branch that wound deeper into the trees. The canopy thickened here, swallowing the afternoon light whole. The first hand on his shoulder didn’t startle him as much as the fact that it was gentle—almost apologetic—before spinning him around. “Hey,” the man said, his breath sour with convenience store coffee. He was older than Billy by a decade at least, his plaid shirt sleeves rolled to show faded jailhouse ink. The other two fanned out behind him, blocking the path back. One smirked; the other chewed his thumbnail raw. Billy's backpack slipped off his shoulder and thudded to the ground, the plastic water bottle inside rolling free. The man in plaid stepped closer, his work boots crushing dry leaves into powder. "You look lost," he said, though his eyes never left Billy's crotch. The other two chuckled—a wet, nasal sound from the thumbnail chewer, something lower and meaner from his smirking friend. Billy's mouth opened, but his throat had sealed itself shut. The first punch landed just below his ribs, knocking the air from his lungs in a single pained wheeze. Billy doubled over, only to be yanked upright by his hair. "Easy now," the plaid-shirted man murmured, as if soothing a spooked horse. His palm ground against Billy's erection through the denim, calloused fingers tracing the outline of it with clinical interest. Billy whimpered—equal parts terror and unwelcome arousal—as the man's grip tightened viciously. "That's what I thought," he said, and shoved Billy backward into the waiting arms of the others. Billy’s back hit the rough bark of an oak tree before he could twist free. The smirking one—grease under his fingernails, the acrid scent of motor oil clinging to his jacket—wrenched Billy’s arms behind him with practiced efficiency. Cold metal bit into his wrists as handcuffs clicked shut. “Stay,” the man murmured, patting Billy’s cheek like he was a dog. The plaid-shirted man crouched, fingers hooking into the torn waistband of Billy’s boxers. The fabric gave way with a sound like tearing paper. Billy squeezed his eyes shut, but the sudden rush of air against his exposed skin made his stomach lurch. Someone whistled low—not appreciation, but the kind of noise you’d make at a car wreck. Billy’s knees buckled as the plaid-shirted man’s fingers dug into his thighs, spreading him wider against the tree. The bark scraped his bare ass raw, but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation burning through him. A strangled sob escaped his throat when the man spat into his palm, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet woods. “Look at that,” the man muttered, nodding toward Billy’s traitorous erection. “Little faggot’s dripping already.” The other two laughed—sharp, ugly sounds that made Billy’s skin crawl. The first thrust tore a scream from Billy’s lips, his body arching away instinctively, only to be slammed back against the tree. The man grunted, his breath hot and ragged against Billy’s neck as he set a brutal pace. Tears blurred Billy’s vision, but he could still see the witnesses—four now, maybe five—lingering at the edge of the clearing. One of them, a guy in a Patriots cap, had his hand shoved down his pants, his eyes locked on Billy’s trembling legs. Another muttered, “Jesus Christ,” but didn’t move. Billy’s begging dissolved into incoherent hiccups, his wrists chafing bloody against the cuffs. The rapist’s grip on Billy’s hips tightened, fingers digging into flesh like he was trying to leave permanent marks. Billy’s legs shook uncontrollably, his toes curling in the dirt as his body betrayed him, reacting to the assault with a humiliating, unwanted pleasure. “Say it,” the man growled into his ear, his breath reeking of cigarettes. “Say you want this.” Billy clenched his teeth, shaking his head violently, until the man twisted his fingers into Billy’s hair and yanked his head back against the tree. “Say it, or I’ll make sure you never walk right again.” Tears streaked Billy’s face as he choked out the words, voice cracking under the weight of his shame. “I—I want this.” The men watching let out a chorus of jeers and dark laughter, one of them spitting into the leaves near Billy’s feet. The rapist didn’t slow his rhythm, grinding Billy against the bark with each thrust. “Louder,” he demanded, his free hand smacking Billy’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Tell them what you’re getting.” Billy sobbed openly now, his throat raw. “I—I’m getting HIV as a free gift from this man.” The words tasted like bile in his mouth. The man behind him chuckled, low and satisfied, while one of the witnesses—a gaunt guy with a patchy beard—groaned and came in his own hand, his eyes never leaving Billy’s exposed body. Another shouted, “Gag him and keep going!” as if this were some twisted spectator sport. The rapist obliged, shoving Billy’s own torn boxers into his mouth, muffling his cries. Billy’s mind spiraled—this was the fantasy he’d secretly gotten off to for years, the [banned word] scenario he’d never dared speak aloud. Now it was real, and the horror of it clawed at his chest. He could feel the man’s climax building, the ragged breathing against his neck, the way his thrusts grew erratic. When it finally happened, Billy gagged around the fabric in his mouth, his body shuddering with revulsion and something else, something darker—relief that it was almost over. The rapist stepped back with a grunt, wiping himself off with Billy’s discarded T-shirt before tossing it into the dirt. The handcuffs clicked open, and Billy’s arms dropped limply to his sides, blood rushing back into his bruised wrists. He didn’t turn around. Didn’t want to see their faces. He just pulled his pants up with trembling hands, the denim sticking to his skin in places he didn’t want to think about. The witnesses lingered, their eyes still on him, as if waiting for an encore. One of them—the Patriots cap guy—snorted and said, “Serves you right, you little cock tease.” Billy didn’t reply. He just stumbled toward the trail, his legs unsteady, his breath coming in shallow hitches. He made it to his car without looking back, fumbling with the keys before collapsing into the driver’s seat. The steering wheel was cold under his forehead as he finally let himself break down, sobbing until his ribs ached. Three weeks later, the clinic called with his results. The word “positive” echoed in his skull long after he hung up. That night, alone in his bedroom, Billy touched himself for the first time since the woods, replaying every degrading moment in his head until he came with a choked cry. The guilt should have swallowed him whole. Instead, he felt something worse—a twisted kind of freedom. He was marked now, owned in a way he couldn’t undo. And for reasons he couldn’t explain, that knowledge made him smile in the dark. The digital clock on Billy’s nightstand blinked 3:17 AM when he finally gave up on sleep. His sheets were damp with sweat, twisted around his legs like restraints. He sat up, rubbing at his wrists—the bruises had faded, but the skin there still felt tender, as if the cuffs had left invisible marks that only he could feel. The HIV pamphlet from the clinic lay crumpled on his desk, its cheerful infographics at odds with the cold weight in his chest. Billy padded to the bathroom, avoiding the mirror until the last possible second. When he finally looked, his reflection surprised him—dark circles under his eyes, yes, but also a new sharpness to his cheekbones, a hunger in his own gaze that hadn’t been there before. He traced the bite mark on his collarbone, long since scabbed over, and wondered if it would scar. Part of him hoped it would. The shower spray stung his back where bark had scraped him raw, but he turned the temperature hotter anyway, letting the pain ground him. His hands moved mechanically, washing away nothing. When he reached between his legs, his breath hitched—not from fear, but from the traitorous throb of arousal that flared at the memory of rough hands holding him down. He came silently against the tiles, his knees buckling as shame and pleasure twisted together in his gut. At work the next day, Billy caught his coworker Jeff staring at his neck during their morning meeting. Jeff quickly looked away when Billy met his eyes, but not before Billy saw the flicker of recognition—and something darker, more calculating—in his expression. Later, in the break room, Jeff "accidentally" brushed against him while reaching for the coffee pot, his fingers lingering a beat too long on Billy’s hip. "Rough night?" Jeff murmured, nodding to the fresh scratches Billy had left on his own thighs in the shower. Billy’s pulse spiked, equal parts panic and thrill. That evening, Billy found himself driving past the Park & Ride again. He didn’t pull in, just slowed enough to see the dented pickup still parked near the trailhead. His hands tightened on the wheel. Part of him wanted to burn the place down; another part wanted to walk back into those woods and wait. Instead, he drove home, where he spent hours scrolling through hookup apps, deleting and redownloading them in a cycle of self-loathing. When a faceless profile messaged him "I’ll make you scream," Billy blocked them immediately—then came harder than he had in weeks imagining what they might have done to him. The clinic counselor had told him to report the assault. Billy had laughed until he cried. Now, lying in bed with his laptop open, he stared at the blank text box of an anonymous confession forum. His fingers hovered over the keys. *I let it happen*, he typed, then deleted. *I wanted it*, he tried, but that wasn’t quite true either. In the end, he settled on a single sentence: *I’m not the same person anymore.* He closed the laptop without posting it. Outside his window, a car engine growled to life—someone leaving, or arriving. Billy pressed a hand to his racing heart and wondered if this feeling would ever stop. The sound of gravel popping under tires startled Billy awake at 4:03 AM. His bedroom window faced the parking lot of his apartment complex, and for a disorienting second, he thought he was back in the Park & Ride—body pressed into dirt, the metallic taste of fear thick on his tongue. But it was just Mrs. Kowalski's son coming home from his night shift at the refinery, his boots scraping concrete as he trudged upstairs. Billy exhaled, his fingers unclenching from the sheets. He reached for his phone out of habit, thumbing through Grindr notifications with a detached curiosity. Three faceless profiles had messaged him since midnight—*hung top 4 tight hole* and *discreet car fun?* and the one that made his stomach twist: *like it rough?* Billy's thumb hovered over the last one. He could almost smell the motor oil and coffee breath again, feel the bark biting into his thighs. His free hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers before he could stop it. The knock at his door came as he was finishing, a sharp rap that sent his pulse skittering. Billy froze, come cooling on his fingers. No one ever visited at this hour. Through the peephole, the distorted fisheye view showed Jeff from work leaning against the hallway wall, a six-pack dangling from one hand. "Saw your light on," Jeff called, voice muffled through the door. Billy watched as Jeff scratched at his neck—right where the bite mark would be if Billy hadn't worn a turtleneck to the office. Billy opened the door three inches, the chain lock taut. Jeff's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Can't sleep either, huh?" He hefted the beer like a peace offering. Billy noticed the grease under Jeff's nails, the way his shoulders filled the doorway. It wasn't plaid, but the red-checkered flannel was close enough. "You shouldn't be here," Billy said, but his fingers were already unhooking the chain. — The clinic had given him pamphlets on PTSD, on safe sex after seroconversion, on "reclaiming your body." None of them mentioned this: Jeff's calloused palm sliding up his thigh under the kitchen table, the way Billy's breath hitched when Jeff's thumb found the raw spot on his inner thigh where he'd scratched himself raw in the shower. None of the pamphlets warned about the electric thrill of seeing the hunger in Jeff's eyes when Billy "accidentally" spilled beer on his own shirt, the fabric clinging to his collarbones. "You're fucked up," Jeff murmured against Billy's neck later, pinning his wrists to the mattress with one hand. It wasn't a question. Billy arched into it, his hips stuttering when Jeff's teeth found the half-healed bite mark. The pain was bright and clean, cutting through the fog that had settled in his skull since the woods. — Morning light revealed the bruises in brutal clarity. Jeff had left before dawn, taking the empty beer bottles with him. Billy traced the fingerprint-shaped marks on his wrists—lighter than the handcuffs, but darker in some unnameable way. His phone buzzed: a text from Jeff. *Same time tomorrow?* Billy didn't reply. Instead, he dressed carefully—long sleeves despite the unseasonable warmth—and drove to the Park & Ride. The dented pickup was gone, but the trailhead remained, the tick warning sign still bleached from the sun. He stood there for twenty minutes, watching a middle-aged couple in matching hiking gear emerge from the trees, their laughter carrying across the asphalt. Back in his car, Billy finally texted Jeff back: *Bring handcuffs.* He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and peeled out of the lot, gravel spraying behind him. The woods receded in his rearview mirror, but the itch under his skin remained. Somewhere between Route 117 and the on-ramp to I-95, Billy realized he was grinning.

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.

3 hours, was when I was living in Mexico, there's some gas station that have GH, and I stayed more than 3 hours serving cocks, around 20 dicks, fucked by 14, Love it

Honestly the best ongoing story on here in quite a while. This type of suspense and build-up doesn't come along often, but you've made it worth the wait!

Just left... fucking awesome. Totally pregnant now.

Too many shallow guys out there still looking for the super model 'play mate', writing off others because of some physical or mental imperfection. When I was in my early twenties and fresh on the scene, I was in a bar one evening and noticed that I was getting eyed up by an older guy. I thought he was hot and returned his blatant glances. After ten minutes of this 'eye-ball tennis', I expected him to make a move, and come to talk to me, but he didn't, which I thought odd. Then I saw him chatting to a girlfriend, before he dissapeared to the bar, so I nipped over and asked her if there was something wrong with me, to make him hesitate. She told me that he was scared of rejection as he was HIV+ and I was probably HIV-. I told her that I wouldn't reject him for that reason. Yes, I was HIV- but we could still have fun (using condoms). I told her to tell her friend, and he should come and find me, before I left the bar. He did find me and I ended up staying the night at his place.

For sure, a top needs to be in the right headspace. Some guys I end up rolling around nuts deep in them for a hour or more, but with a few guys I've not stayed hard very long. I think all guys have things that hit them wrong, for me it's getting my dick grabbed roughly, being rushed, stuff like that. Sure, sometimes I'm instantly ready to go, but read the situation with a guy, if he's happy and you're having fun but he's not gone fully hard yet just relax and let it happen when it happens.

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/playlist/104275/video/i-m-gonna-cum-in-your-mouth/ Why are these so rare. Hot guy who cums in the mouth, and TELLS YOU (check at 7:59), no jerking, just cumming from being sucked. IN the mouth, not on the fukin tongue. basic real blowjob vids are so rare

I think the most annoying ones are the ones that rush you and start asking if you’re close after like 2 minutes. I understand they want to maximize loads and not get their holes worn out, but 2 minutes is way too quick. That’s the easiest way to make me lose interest, fake cum and go

Four years later, I still love this story. We blind guys are out here, and we want poz dick, ass and most of all, cum. If you happen to see one of us at a sex venue, be nice, and at least say hi. Thanks for always, chi4loads. Hugs

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!

Holy shit, I’m getting double dicked for the first time in my life; my hole feel’s so open yet so full. As one pulls out the other pushes inward and deeper. This repeats several times until I can feel them both sliding into my now cavernous hole. I’ve jerked off to this so many times, tried it so many times in the past but was never able to achieve this level of slutty ecstasy. I soon feel them both just using my hole jackhammering away. The daddy kneels between Deans head and he begins eating his hole while he’s fucking me. I begin sucking his dick, fuckkkk I’m such a slut. Dean’s eating his cum sloppy hole hungrily while I devour his beautiful cock down my hungry gullet. I’m really into my swirl now and we have this amazing rhythm. Both pushing inward, forcing me deeper down the daddy’s dick and Deans tongue deeper into his hole. The otter / nephew casually says, fuck yeah dad double fuck his ass with Uncle Dean. I gag on the daddy’s dick hearing this. When I hear someone whisper into my ear, hey pig thanks for taking care of my family’s landscaping all these years. I know this voice, it’s so familiar; yet, I can’t place it. Seemingly he senses this whispering, it was so hot last year when you almost caught us in the shed last year while you were replanting the patio. Fuck, I know who this is, it’s my client Adam and his son Bill. Bill is so mature now, he’s built, bearded and hairy. I fucking loosing it and I moan in acknowledgment and find myself unconsciously pushing back onto him. I’ve know Dean and Adam for the past 7 years though my business but never had any suspicions they were fucking pigs. Adam leans forward pushing my further down onto the daddy’s dick bellowing fuck yeah now you remember you fucking slam pig. I moan around the daddy’s dick hearing this. Here I am getting double fucked and spit roasted by honest to goodness brothers while the others son is standing there jerking off. Bill says, “fuck dad your ass looks amazing I wanna taste” and I feel the pressure of his body weight against me. The daddy pulls out of my mouth and feeds his dick to Adam who moans as Bill begins eating him out. I’m face to face with Dean and we begin making out as I feel him pushing that fucking beautiful dick so fucking deep. Sensing I needed to catch my breath Dean disengages and tells Bill to give his dad a gift. Adam knows what this means pulling off the daddy’s dick and begins to beg his son for a rock, “give daddy that rock son, I love when you bump me son, I wanna feel that burn”. I suspect Bill already had this planned and pulls out a nice rock. Using his spit for lube he inserts one finger, then two, and next the rock. Its effects on Adam are nearly instantaneous as his breathing quickens, and I can feel his cock growing inside me. He’s soon bucking against Bills fingers as he’s working his dad’s hole open. He begins pushing deeper into me matching Adam’s continued assault on my hole. As he pulls out he’s pushing himself further onto Bills hand. In, out and back, in, out and back, and soon we’re a rhythmic cacophony of moans, fuck yeah, use me, open my hole. The Daddy lowers his ass onto Deans face and I onto his dick…. Fuck this is intense. Bill stands grabbing some lube and begins liberally applying some to Adam’s ass, and soon lines up his cock and pushes forward and inward into Adam’s hungry fucking hole. Adam moans uncontrollably as Bill bottoms. We each take a moment to breathe and assess when instinctually Dean and Adam both resume their assault on my slutty fucking cum hole, pushing their cocks in unison deep into me, forcing me further down the daddy’s dick and Dean working his tongue further into his hole, while I push back onto them in the out swing, pushing Adam further onto his sons’s cock. We’re literally a swirling, tweaking fuck machine with all pistons engaged for several minutes. The daddy’s moaning and I can sense he’s getting close. His breathing quickens and his cock is engorged ready to blow. He suddenly pulls up and off Dean shoving his cock down my hungry throat. He’s filling my mouth with his cum it’s so much it begin dripping from the corners of my mouth. He relents pulling back when Dean and I begin passionately kissing swapping his cum back and forth. Dean’s pace begins to quicken as does Adam’s I can feel my ass stretching accommodating their oversized meat. Their pace continues to quicken, I can feel their balls slapping against one another in their fuck unison. Adam groans, “take my fucking load” which sets Dean off and they frantically push inward as if to see which brother can get further into me. I can feel their fucking cocks pulsing cumming flooding my hole with their incestuous cum. Grunting, moaning, yelling fucking take my cum, fuckkkk, oh my god, fuck yeah as they flood my cum sloppy used hole. Bill lunges forward pushing Adam further into me. He begins unloading as Adam yell’s “fuck son, give daddy that load, fucking flood my hole son, fuck yes”. We each respectively pull out and off after several minutes panting catching our breath. Exhausted each of us lie there mumbling incoherently catching our breath. When we hear Daddy 2 sitting across the room stroking his meat smiling, and says “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”. Fuck we’re some greedy pigs and I begin to apologize (I don’t want him to feel left out). Without a missing a breath he senses my angst raising a tray with some preloaded rigs and says, fuck guys that was hot, let’s shower and great ready for the next round”.

Yeah, I always empty my balls at the Vault. There are always plenty men, arses in the air presenting their holes. I mount and fuck at. Least 6 of them, often many more. Then I circle back and breed the man or men who’s hole I enjoyed the most. Than I sit back, legs apart and get some cocksucker to suck my dick and lick my balls.

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

Haven't ever had a friend watch me suck cock but have had plenty of wives/gfs watch while I suck their guys cock. Nothing hotter than looking in a girls eyes while her man's cock is in my mouth. Like when they join me but prefer to just have them watch. Haven't had many guys cum in my mouth, usually giving them head is warm up for them to fuck their girl. Cream pie clean up is my reward.

Then he suddenly stopped and turned me over. He pulled me up on my knees and spread my cheeks and went back to eating me out. I moaned again putting my head down and just enjoying the pleasure. He got one of his old dirty shirts and put it under my nose along with worn underwear. I inhaled them and it made my buzz even further. After a few minutes of eating me out, playing with my balls and cock, I felt Rick stand up behind me. He put something wet on my hole and put his cock at the entrance of my hole. I was so in bliss and I felt him his large head enter me. I let out a scream in pain. "Ahhhhhh it hurts." I yelled "It's okay baby, it will hurt now but trust me you will be enjoying it soon enough. It will feel amazing. I promise. Have I been wrong yet?" Rick said comforting me "No" I said He pushed back again trying to get in. It hurt like hell and he had difficulty cause his head was fat. "Relax just breathe and smell my clothes. And now push back like you are taking a shit" he said I inhaled his shirt and got a buzz and pushed my ass out like I was taking a shit and holy crap it popped in. But it hurt. "Argghhhhhh" I yelled in pain. "Ahhh yeah that's it boy. I am in you. Fuck your cunt is so wet right now" he said. "Daddy stop please. It hurts. And you have HIV. I don't want to get AIDS" I cried out "Don't worry baby you might not get it." he said as he pushed forward into me. It was ripping me apart I yelled in pain. Now he had pushed me down flat on my stomach. He had his hands on my hips keeping me down. He kept sinking into me. "Ahhhhhh it hurts" I cried out He was now lying on me. "Don't worry baby you have half of me in you. Only a little more to go" he whispered in my ear. I felt his hands on my nipples working them sending shocks to my cock. He pushed further while pulling on my nipples causing pain in both. It made my ass not as sore. It hurt really bad. I felt each inch rip my hole apart in his width and pushing in his depth. Then I felt something in my belly. Like he hit something. He pushed and I yelled out in pain. I was tearing and it hurt bad. I tried to adjust but he was too big and heavy for me. I finally felt his crotch against my ass. "Ohhh Dan. I am finally all in you. Fuck your pussy feels so good. I feel it pulsing around my cock. I wants me in there. "Rick said in my ear kissing my ear and now kissing my neck. I moaned back. His hands still playing my nipples. I felt his slowly pull partially out and push back in. I kept letting out cries of pain as it still hurt but after a couple of minutes my ass felt like it adjusted or was just numb to his cock. He kept this up and his cock started to hit that spot his finger did but in a more powerful and intense way. I started to moan. It started to feel a little good. There was pain but now pleasure had entered from stage right. "Hmmm yeah your pussy enjoying this. Your pussy and my cock were meant for each other" he said. "Rick please stop soon. I don't want to get HIV please", I said in a half moan. He fucking me slowly and the pressure was intense and the pleasure started to build up. He pulled back with just the tip in. I thought he was going to pull out and in my body's betrayal my ass lifted up off the couch. It wanted his cock back in me. "Yeah your pussy wants DAddy's cock doesn't it. You want me to pull out?" he said as he pushed back into me. I let out a moan. I was in conflict. I didn't want HIV. "No please..." I moaned "Please what" he said as he sped up his pumping. "Please" I moaned He kept pumping. His breath got heavy. I knew he was cumming. "Please pull out please. I don't want to get HIV. Rick please" I cried out He kept pounding me. I tried to lift off but he was too big for me. "Yeah fuck your cunt is mine. I am going to cum in you. Give you my POZ load. You want it don't you. You want Daddy's cum in your cunt", he said. He was close "No please don't....don't" I yelled trying to push up "You sure, your cunt is squeezing me...your pussy wants it. You know you want it. You've always wanted it" he yelled My mind was racing, no don't want HIV, why would I. I don't want it. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled I felt his cock get bigger in which I didn't think was possible and felt him shoot load after load into me. I felt his hot cum hitting my walls. It was an incredible weird feeling. I just lay there taking it. I began to tear and sob a little. Rick kept pumping slowly until he was done with me. He pulled out of me and off me and sat back on the couch. I stayed lying down for a minute and slowly got up and sat up. "Dan you ok" Rick asked "Yeah, no, I dont know" I said tearing "I told you once I fuck someone I always come in them. Right?" Rick said "Yes" I replied "But I said dont cum in me" I replied "What did I just say. You knew" Rick said sternly "Yes I know", I replied "Then why did you let me fuck you in the first place", Rick said "You let me cock in you. You even pushed back on me a few times. I could feel your cunt pull me in" he said All this talk made my head spin. "You sure you didn't want me to fuck you and cum in you" Rick said now sitting closer to me. "I don't know why I didn't stop you at the beginning or tell me to stop when I asked?" I said "Maybe its cause you know you want me to fuck you and to cum in you" Rick said rubbing my thigh. "I don't want to get HIV." I said "You sure. I know you wanted my cum and you wanted me to fuck you. You even enjoyed it", Rick said "No I don't. I don't know what I want and didn't enjoy it" I countered back to him "You sure you didn't want it or enjoy it" Rick said pointing down to the couch. I didn't realize it but I had cum. There was a puddle of my cum on the couch. "I know you did. Your pussy wanted this. You wanted this. If you didn't you wouldn't have come with me tonight. You know I have HIV and I am not on meds. You see how I look. You know I am sick. But your pussy tells me otherwise" Rick said as his finger was now back in me rubbing my gspot. My cock was hard and leaking again. I was so confused. I had just been fucked by a man with HIV who is not on meds and he came in me. I don't want to get sick. What is wrong with me?

Sorry again for typos and grammar. Hope you enjoy it. He pushed my legs apart and lay down towards me and gave me a deep kiss. Our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. He was an amazing kisser that I let out a soft moan. I lifted my knees to his side pressing him keeping him there, not wanting him to leave. He broke away and work down my body sucking my nipples making me moan and wince both with pain and pleasure. His hands were all over me. I was so aroused at this point. He then lifted my legs. "I am going to eat your pussy boy" he said. "What, I don't have a pussy" I said back with a questioning face. He then went down and started to kiss my ass hole and lick it. It was something I had never felt before and the feeling send chills to my cock. Rick then started to tongue my hole. I couldn't help myself, I was both stunned and pleasured and started to moan. Rick dove in more and started to eat out my ass hole. I felt by body both tense and melt from the pleasure and my cock start to throb. "Yeah boy this is what a man does to a girl, eat her pussy. Make her wet. You know that. You've done that right? I am now eating your pussy" Rick said. My mind wasn't fully functioning. I was thinking....."Yes I had eaten pussy many times and made girls cum from it. But now I was being eaten out and it felt so good. But I don't have a pussy...right. OMG it feels so good. He is eating me out, it feel sooo good. I don't know what to think. I don't have a pussy. But it feels soo fucking good. "Hmmm your pussy is all wet boy. I hear you moaning like a girl. Feels good don't it. Tell Daddy." Rick said "Ohhh yes Daddy it feels amazing. Keep licking me and eating me please", I begged "Eat what Dan? Tell me, say it" Rick said "Eat me please" I replied "No. Eat what?" Rick asked as he stopped eating me out. I tried pushing my face on his mouth and he held me there. "Eat my ass" I said as I pushed back. He stopped me and held me there. "No it's not an ass hole. What is Dan? You need to say it if you want me to eat you out. I know you do" Rick said. He then used his finger to tease my hole. "Eat my pussy please. Please eat me out, eat my pussy please Daddy" I begged "Good boy" Rick said and then dived back in and started to eat me out. Licking and teasing my hole with his tongue, sucking me with his lips, feeling his scruff on my taint. I started to moan. "Ohhhhh fuck! Eat me Daddy. Eat my pussy please" I yelled moaning. My head was back and I want panting and moaning. He had his hands on my thighs while his head was down on my hole. I felt his tongue enter my hole and hot deep in me. I moaned out loud. "Fuck boy your pussy is all wet. Your cunt is so tight around my tongue" he said as he went back down to eating me. His hands rubbing my thighs. I was in ecstasy and thought it couldn't get better. Then I felt his finger enter my hole. It hurt and I winced. The pain went away as he alternated between his mouth and tongue and his finger slowly working it in me. I felt his finger go deeper in my hole and his mouth eating me out. Then I felt him hit something deep in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a loud deep moan. He pulled his finger out and played with my hole again but not putting it deep in me. "Yeah boy thats your G-spot. Just like a girl. Fuck you have such a nice pussy dont you Dan" Rick said "Yes daddy I have a pussy. I never knew I had a g spot like a girl" I said while moaning as he worked me over. He stuck his finger back in and I winced as I felt his fingernail scrape my inside. He alternated again eating me out and fingering me. I was in bliss. I felt something larger and I thought was it his cock. "Ohhh fuck Dan I got 2 fingers in you. Your cunt is pulsing boy. Your have a tight wet pussy" Rick said fingering me. He would hit my gspot and make me see stars.

I went to my classes and then went back to work. I saw Professor Post in passing and he smiled and looked me over each time. He had changed to work pants but you could still see a little outline of his cock. We made small talk in the office around others but I could still feel his eyes ravage me. In one instance we were out in the main area and he brushed up against me in a narrow area and I felt his hand brush up against my ass. I was accidental but not in that his hand stayed for an extra second than it needed to. He walked away but turned back to see if I was looking at him and he saw me and smiled back. If felt exciting and good. He made me feel sexy, it was strange. After work I had dinner with Jane and her friends, we went to a bar after and then I got home around 11pm and was a drunk. I went home and jumped into bed and passed out. I got up around 1am and went to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. As I was finishing up Rick came to the bathroom. "Glad your up. Want to join me" Rick said with his hand out. He was standing before me naked. His cock turgid, I looked down at it. I didn't say anything I just took his hand and he led me to his bedroom. His TV was on and he led me to his couch. He kissed me slowly and lightly slipping his tongue between my lips. My head leaned in on its own wanting his kiss and his tongue deeper in my mouth. He was teasing me. His hands also were working my nipples teasing thema and pulling them, I moaned in his mouth. "Yeah, you want Daddy don't you. Just relax boy, I am going to make you feel so good." Rick said whispering in my ear. I leaned forward towards him wanting him. My hands were on his back caressing him, wanting to be closer to him. He pushed my head into his armpit. I took a deep breath inhaling his scent. My head buzzing now not just from the alcohol but his intoxicating scent. I kept smelling. "Take a taste" Rick said I took a small lick of his armpit. It tasted salty and tangy. I wanted more and started to not just inhale but lick his pit. "Yeah get it good, lick it up" Rick said. My cock was not rock hard and leaking. He pulled down my underwear. He didn't touch my cock but it hit his leg. He just teased my thighs and worked back up my body. My body was aroused and alive. My hands worked his body and found its way to his pulsing meat. I touched it, I could feel it throb in my hand. I massaged it and worked it. He pushed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. Licking is huge head then licking his thick shaft. Licking it up and down and then taking it in my mouth. He pushed forcing me to gag. "Relax boy" Rick said I did and sucked on it with hunger and slowly took more of him in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged but regrouped and focused on pleasing this man with a massive thick meat. I worekd my way down till I had a good 7 inches down my throat. He moaned. "Ohhh yeah boy your a good cock sucker aren't you. You love Daddy's cock in your mouth right?" he said. I quickly nodded. I kept working his shaft sucking all his precum leak, wanting to taste him so badly. He picked me up and threw my on the couch length wise. "You are mine tonight Dan. I will make you a man" he said I looked up at him, this 60 year old plus man who in any other situation I wouldn't and I don't think most men or women would find attractive. He was balding, skinny, a little tummy pouch, a hint gaunt with nipple rings. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't hot on the normal scale either. But I found him so alluring, so attractive. I was physically attracted to him and had some connection. I just stared at him as he towered over me. It was late but I didnt care.

I got into work just after 7am. Professor Post was waiting for me. "Sorry for being late Professor", I said apologetically "It's ok just don't let it happen again. I am relying on you Dan" the Professor said. He was behind a filing cabinet and when he walked out he was in biking clothes. I looked him over. "I didn't have time to change, is this ok", he said looking at me and smiling "Yes it's fine", I said in a soft manner He was in a tight biking shirt and was wearing biking spandex shorts. It hugged his body and you could see the outline of his cock. It was big like 8" and turgid. He saw me scan his body. "I'm glad you like my outfit. You bicycle?" he asked "No" I replied trying to stare. I could also see he had two nipple rings pushing out thru his shirt. "Good sit down here next to my desk" he said putting his arm around my shoulder. I could smell his musty scent. He smelled good. Not like Rick but it was musty and manly. I sat down facing him and he sat in his desk leaned back in his chair with his legs wide open. I tried to keep eye contact but glanced on occasion on his now hardening cock and I could see his balls pushing out. "You a first year student" he asked "Yes I took a break after high school then finally decided to go to college", I said "That's good. A college education can open up your mind to different things and you can lean new ideas" the Professor said "I like to teach my student to expand their minds and unlearn some things" he said looking me over. He had piercing beautiful eyes and I could feel them go over me. I could feel my cock start to get hard. As I was rushing again this morning I was wearing athletic shorts today. They weren't short like the last time but they weren't long either. Maybe 4" shorts. It still showed off my legs and my ass as they were a little tight. "You can always come to me if you need help with anything, ok?" he said and reached out and patted my leg. As he did so I could see his hard cock pushing out of his tight spandex shorts. I hoped he didn't notice but we were so close he smiled. I nodded and used my notebook to hide my hardening cock. I brought up the things we needed to talk about and we worked through them. He rolled back closer to his desk. At the end of our meeting. He scooted over in his chair again and put his hand on my thigh. "Thank you for helping me with this project. I like working with you." he said as he lightly squeezed my thigh. "I enjoy it to Professor. I better get going", I said I stood up using my bag to hide my turgid cock. "You exercise a lot?" he asked as I was walking out "Not really, why?" I asked "You look so fit and have really nice legs", he said smiling "Thank you Professor" I said back feeling warm and not sure why. As I was talking he pulled up his tight spandex shorts and it showed his large cock and balls more clearly. He saw me look and smiled. I walked out blushing. I walked out dropped my stuff at my desk in the office and went to get coffee and something to eat before class. As I walked, I thought about what just happened. How I got aroused just being with the Professor. Being complimented by him and having him check me out made me feel sexy. It was a strange feeling. I was getting hard just from thinking about it. I had to calm down.

I woke up the next morning. I lay in bed thinking about the night before and my cock got instantly hard. I looked over at the clock and it was 6:30am. I had to be in by 7am. I got up and went to the bathroom took a quick shower and got ready. As I was in my undies in the bathroom brushing my teeth and shaving Rick came in to use the bathroom. His cock was partially erect and looked. He saw and this time I didn't look away I just smiled. "Good" he said. I didn't know what he meant but after he was done he came from behind me and wrapped his arms around me. It took me by surprise. "Thank you for last night. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did", Rick said in my ear I could feel his now fully hard cock pushing against my ass. "Yes I did thank you. It was intense." I said. I could feel my cock harden "I am sorry I have to get into work early this morning" I said "Ok", Rick said. Before releasing me he reached around and squeezed my cock and stroked it a few times. My eyes closed slightly and I moaned. "Have a good day", Rick said seeing how I was reacting to his touch and stopped. I opened my eyes wishing he continued. He slapped my ass and walked away. I was hard and horny now. I reached down to touch my cock and it was leaking already. i licked my precum. Fuck I had to go to work.

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

Part 5 On my visit Thursday afternoon I thought I'd try another position. After he had sucked me hard and I'd eaten his ass for several minutes, I laid down and had him straddle me. He looked uneasy but once he put his hands down on my chest and felt my cock push into his ass he got more comfortable. It took a few tries but he figured out how to ride my cock. I was a little surprised when once he got more confidence he rode my dick really hard. Eventually, he slowed down and I pulled him forward before I took over and pounded him a few minutes. My cock pumped another half dozen spurts of cum into his ass. "Now it's your turn" I told him. "What do you mean?" Owen asked. "I want you to fuck your last neg load into me" I replied. I could feel the panic rush through his body. "I... I... I can't. I'm a bottom. I've never tried to fuck a guy" Owen said, his voice quivering like his body was. "Your dick has been rock hard every time we've fucked. I want to feel it in me. Now, pull off and move back two feet" I said firmly. Indeed, his cock was still stiff and laying on my stomach next to a small puddle of precum. He slowly raised up and my cock fell from his ass. I felt some cum dribble out and then watched him move back. My hands held on to his arms to steady him as he shuffled backwards. Once he was in position, I crawled away a little and got on all fours. I spit a few times into my hand and lubed up my hole before backing myself to him. His hands reached out and rested on my hips and I felt his shaft resting on my ass. "You can do it, Owen, just guide it to the hole" I said. Owen's right hand left my hip and I felt him press his dick into the crevice. He pushed it up and down along the trench until the head found the wet ring. I heard him breathe in deeply and then push in. I relaxed and felt his cock slide inside me slowly. He only went in a couple inches before he began to pull back. I was afraid he was going to pull out and give up, but he gingerly started to rock his hips. I heard some gasps and moans the longer he continued and soon I was moaning too. It took me back to the days where most of the guys I had sex with were virgins. A few words of encouragement got him to thrust deeper and a few minutes later I was pushing back on to his cock. Owen kept plowing my ass, occasionally stopping a moment before resuming. My hole started to feel slicker and I assumed he was lubing my ass with his neg precum. He filled the room with louder moans and that's when I knew he could go to the next step. My ring clamped down and he froze. I'm sure he was fighting off shooting his load, but that's what I wanted. The little devil inside me wanted him to give me his last neg load and his first charged one. Three more thrusts did it and I felt him flood my guts. Unlike with most guys, I could feel his cock throb inside my ring. I counted eight strong pulses before he gasped "Oh my god!" He stayed planted inside me another minute before pulling back. A second after his cock was free of my hole I was spun around and licking the jizz off his dick. After his cock was cleaned, I pulled him down on to the bed and we laid there together a few minutes in silence. "I always wondered what it was like, but I was too scared to try. Besides, I like feeling a guy fuck me too much..." he said. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Oh hell yeah... Thank you for making me try. It's still easier for me to bottom, but now I know I can top with the right guy" Owen said. "As I said, I want your last neg and first poz loads, so you'll get more practice" I told him. He needed some practice too. He wasn't the worst top I'd taken and pretty good for his first time, but I hoped he would get better. I also wanted to watch him charge up his first neg guy too, but I wasn't going to tell him that quite yet. It had been a while since I had fucked a guy while his load dripped out my ass and down my leg, but that's what our last fuck of the day was like. Our next seven meetings were repeats. I'd breed him, he'd breed me and then I'd give him a second load. We tried a few more positions too and while he preferred to fuck me doggy style, I found I liked a standing fuck with him braced on the dresser, me fucking him from behind while staring at our faces in the mirror. Owen was getting better as a top, too. His motions were more natural and had lost all of the jerkiness from his first few tries. He always shot big loads and I loved going home feeling it run down my legs. I was starting to question whether I was really poz when I got the message Monday afternoon. "I think I have the flu. Can you stop by to see?" he texted while I was in class. He looked like I did when the conversion flu struck a couple weeks after my Spring Break trip and the sight made my cock hard. It was a quick fuck, but he ended up with one more load of cum in his 101 degree hole. He was exhausted and I sucked a questionable load out of his balls before watching him pass out on his bed. Each day I would stop by to check on him and, like me, the bad part only lasted a few days. Friday night's fuck had our roles reversed. He fucked me twice and while the second load was a lot smaller, he fucked twice as long. Owen's comments told me how much he loved driving his cock into a cum filled hole. Afterwards, we laid there for a while, catching our breath. I felt good knowing that I'd knocked up my first guy and I hoped that Owen was OK being that guy. "No regrets?" I asked. "No. Not yet anyway. Ask me again in five years" he replied with a short laugh. "Do you want me to take you to the clinic to get tested?" I asked at our hookup a week later. Owen said "Yeah, I probably should." My heart sank, since I hoped that he'd poz up a few guys like I was planning on doing. Then he added "Take me along when you go to find out for sure. But... please wait a few more months." A smile came back to my face quickly. "Are you planning on charging up any guys?" I asked. "I've already been talking to one. I might need your help though" he replied with a devilish laugh. "Oh? I think you should do your first on your own, but if you want, I can help" I said. "I mean I need some help getting there and back. You can breed him if he wants, but I would prefer to fuck him by myself" Owen said.

Part 4 The next Thursday night I was back at his room. "Can you fuck me on my back again? I really liked it that way" he asked. Owen must have really liked it since he was a lot more active than our previous fucks. At one point he even wrapped his legs around me, pulling my body tight against his. I found that twisting his nipples got him to really clamp down on my cock with his ass. Twenty minutes later he had another load in his gut. "God that feels so good. Uh... any drip this week?" he asked. I laughed. "No, sorry. I only fucked with one other guy since last time" I said. "Ok... Don't tell me until after we finish if you do get one" Owen said meekly. That's when I realized he might be hiding some kinks. Saturday afternoon I started to feel a little off and by night I was in bed with chills instead of at a club trying to find some dick. Sunday was worse and my roommate asked if he should find a place to crash for a few days so he didn't catch it. I thought I knew what it was and told him I thought he was safe unless he wanted to get fucked right now. He didn't find that comment nearly as funny as I did. My dick was rock hard but I doubted I had enough energy to get it into his straight ass, much less fuck him anyway. By Tuesday I was feeling human again and the rash was gone a day later. The horniness and night sweats remained. I knew I shouldn't, but I met Owen on Saturday afternoon. My dick slid in easier than any time we'd fucked. "Did someone else fuck you?" I asked. He chuckled before saying "Yeah... One of my neighbors asked the other day. He said his girlfriend wasn't putting out and he had heard me getting fucked a few times and wanted to see how it felt. I guess he liked it, since he fucked me again this morning. He said it was hot that I wanted it raw and can't get pregnant. The only thing is he will only fuck me doggy style so he doesn't know he's fucking a guy. And he's nowhere as good as you." I stuffed my cock all the way in, feeling the other guy's cum inside him. "Fuck, that's hot. I wonder if it was one the guys that was in the hall listening to us last week" I said. I love fucking a sloppy hole and to know it was straight guy jizz made it even hotter. The thought that I could be giving him my first charged load also turned me on. Well, first two charged loads. I followed his instructions too. We were laying there after the second round while I gently stroked his cock, keeping it hard and leaking precum. "Owen... you said you wanted me to tell you after we fucked if I had picked something up" I started out. "Yeah?" he asked excitedly. "I got sick after we met last week. I think I converted. You probably have two poz loads in your ass right now" I said calmly. I really didn't know how he'd take it and my stomach was churning like crazy waiting for his response. "Poz? Do you mean HIV?" he asked unemotionally. "Yeah. I'm not sure since I haven't gotten tested, but all the symptoms I had may mean I got pozzed on Spring Break. We can go to the clinic for you to start pep, if you want" I explained. "No... I'll see what happens. When are you going to find out... for sure?" he asked. "I dunno. Maybe in a month or so. Why?" I asked him. "They will put you on medications once they know. I hope we can fuck a lot before then" he said. "You want me to give it to you?" I asked as a grin grew across my face. "Mmhmm. You can even tell me while you're fucking me. That would be so hot" Owen replied. He only had morning classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so we met the next Tuesday afternoon. There wasn't a load of cum in his ass this time and after just a little spit he begged me for my dick. "Please, Jeff... Wreck my hole and... knock me up" he said. He sounded uncertain and I didn't think it was from being scared about getting pozzed, since he was really excited when I got there. It was more like he was unsure of how he said it. "You've been reading up, huh?" I asked after I settled into a firm drilling. I could tell that he was in pain from the lack of lube. After another minute, I drove all the way in and held my cock deep inside of him. Owen gasped a few times as his body slowly stopped quivering. "I listened to a couple porn videos, but I found some erotic stories that really turned me on. Did I say that right?" he asked. "Mmhmm. And you're right, your ass is wrecked right now and all ready to take more of my viral cum. Do you want that?" I asked, slowly pulling my cock back. "Oh yeah... fuck me hard and breed me full of your poz cum!" he cried out. The moment he finished talking I shoved back in. I waited a few seconds to see if he said any more but all I got was "Fuck me!" My leaking precum had made it easier to plow his hole by now and I pounded him for another ten minutes. I'd never heard him be so vocal and he worked his ass around my shaft harder too. My balls told me I was getting close. I pulled his shoulders back and wrapped my arm around his neck. His sweaty back was against my chest while my hips rolled. I reached around and grasped his steel hard cock. Each squeeze made him flex his hole around my dick. "You're going to be my first... Ready to get charged up?" I whispered into his ear. "Breed me, Jeff, breed me" he gasped as I felt his ring clamp down on my shaft. My cock throbbed like never before and I heard him moan with each one. After the last pulse, I pushed him forward until he was flat on his stomach and I was laying on his back with my cock still hard and inside him. When my cock started to soften, I pulled out and rolled over. My cock was a dark pink color and I wasn't sure if it was the skin from the hard, barely lubed fuck or if it was from Owen's blood mixed with my cum coating it. A quick look at his hole revealed that I'd torn him up pretty good. "Mmmm, that pussy is really wrecked. You should be knocked up soon" I said. "Ahhh, fuck yeah" he moaned out before asking "Can you go again? I want more!" I chuckled and told him I needed a few minutes. The second fuck was short and probably as long as he was getting from most of his other hookups. Even with the load from earlier, it was clear he was in pain. He never asked me to stop or to hurry up, he took it like the hungry bug chaser that he'd become.

Back home after the weekend in Berlin. Work didn't allow me to do all the naughty stuff I had hoped for, but I visit twice the Laboratory... At Naked Night and the Mask Party. It was a blast! I got bred by at least 15 different guys in different positions (and also I bred a couple of men), but the best part was at the Mask Party, daring to wait on my knees next to the urinals and ending up soaked in piss from all kinds of men. If anyone was there and this sounds familiar, write to me!

Hey! I just was able to upload those plug pics!

Did it on front of an ex-gf quite a few times. In the midst of sex I admitted I liked eating my own cum which she loved. After that she always had me eat my own cum either by shooting on her tits and licking it up or when I was about to cum during sex she would jump off and suck me, then snowball it back into my mouth. One day she asked if I would consider eating another guys cum and I admitted I already had and admitted I had been sucking cock since I was 14. She instantly wanted to see me suck cock. I was hesitant, but I called and invited my cousin over for a blowjob and he happily accepted. He was surprised to see her there when he arrived, but was good with her watching. He got a great show too because she got horny and got naked and masturbated while she watched. We did that probably 8 or 9 times over the year that she and I dated. I should have married her lol

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.

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I went to the pharmacy on campus and picked up my prescription. When I went to the clerk I gave my name and birthdate. He was a young guy around my age. He had an earring on each ear. He was cute. Wait cute, I thought. I'm not gay. He saw the drug and looked at me. I felt self conscious. He clearly knew what it was for. He walked to the pharmacist asked him a question and the pharmacist pointed to the bin that had my script. He grabbed it. As he rang me up he looked me over. I felt even more self conscious as I felt the pharmacist look at me too. I looked back at him and smiled. He was an older guy in his early 50's actually handsome, bearish like guy. I paid my co-pay and left in a hurry. They knew I must've had sex with someone with HIV. Did they know it was a guy and not a woman? I ended up going up home early. It had been a long week. Rick wasn't home and I was relieved in some ways. I put the pills away and changed into swim trunks. As I was standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I looked hot in the small swimsuit. I touched my ass and even pulled it up a bit to show more cheek. It made me aroused. I went in the back and jumped in the pool and went for a swim. As I swam in the pool I thought about the last few days. Having sex with Rick, seeing him breed the kid Jeff and even the flirting with Professor Post. All men. I was not just aroused but had sex with men. I was beginning to be attracted to men. Noticing men more, their features, their looks, details not to mention their cocks sticking out. Even the young clerks ass at the pharmacy. Or the older pharmacist who gave me a look. He was bald guy with a white beard and moustache. He had a stud earring. I got out of the pool and lay on the lounger. I continued my reflection. Before meeting Rick I had never noticed men, only women. Normally by now I would have banged Lisa at our office at least a few times. I was a hetero guy who luv to fuck women especially slutty ones like her. Even when I first met Jane she used to dress slutty. She would prance around the club in really short skirt and a g-string. Once again before we dates she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs at the club under the table so her friends couldn't see. She had no panties under her skirt. But now, I am living with a gay man with HIV. He has played with my body. Hmmm yes played with it for sure like a toy. He really knows how to make my body sing. To feel things I have never felt before. Not just body pleasure but emotions and feelings and sensations. I could feel myself getting aroused thinking of how he touched me, caressed me, held me. His scents and the touch of his skin. I put my hand on my cock and rubbed it. It was rock hard now and leaking. It felt good to touch myself, lie here in a sunny shaded day by the pool. It was a long week. I awoke to Rick standing above me. "Hi sleepy head" he said "Hi. What time is it" I asked "5:30p. Looks like someone has started the weekend right" he said as he looked at my hand on my crotch. My cock was soft but was still on it. I moved my hand off. "Yeah you had some fun. You have a precum spot on your swimsuit" he laughed I looked up at him this gorgeous man to me wearing a white brief swimsuit with his huge cock pushing out. He grabbed it thru the swimsuit and stroked it. "Sorry looking at you in your swimsuit made me hard. You make me hard all the time my sweet Dan" he said smiling down at me I smiled back at him and started to touch myself. I was getting hard again. "So how was your day" he asked I told him how my day went part by part. He laughed when he heard about Lisa playing with my cock under the table. I also told him I went to the clinic to get checked out and get PEP. I told him I told the counselor I was confused and that the counselor kind of laid things out as he viewed it. He asked Professor Post if I had ever done anything with him. I told him now. He asked if I would and I said I wasn't sure. "Why not" Rick asked "I don't know. Maybe cause he is my boss. Also I know this sounds silly but not sure about us" I said softly "I am touched Dan. Do you feel we are a couple" he replied "No...I don't know. I don't think so. Actually no, I have a gf" I replied "Yes you do. And while you have one, you have jacked off with me, sucked me off and eaten my cum, and you let me suck you off and eventually fuck you and cum in you" he said "So again, do you feel we are a couple" Rick persisted "I don't know but I do feel attracted to you. And feel for you" I said softly "What do you feel" he said as he reached out and held my hand "You make me feel good, sexy, loved, attractive, wanted" I replied squeezing his hand back. "I feel for you to my sweet Dan. You are so gorgeous, handsome and sexy" he replied leaning over and kissing me. I opened my mouth and my tongue reached out to his wanting him. He moved and lay on me. We made out there for a few minutes kissing, and both our hands all over each others body. He pulled down my swimsuit and without warning went down on me and took me in hi mouth. I gasped and let out moan. Oh fuck it felt good. He left hand reached up and he stuck his finger in my mouth and I licked it and sucked it. Then he pulled it out and started to play with my nipples making me moan even harder. With his right hand he pulled off my suit and then started to work my balls. My legs automatically spread open and my ass lifted up. His finger found its way in. I still had lube and his cum in me so it slipped in easily. I moaned. "Ohhhhhhh" I let out loudly. My hand gripped his right arm holding on. His finger found my prostate and he started to work it. My hips pushed back trying to get more of his finger in me. The I felt him place a second finger in me. I winced a bit and felt his fingernail in me. It hurt a bit but he started to massage my inside I was moaning again. It felt so good the way he was working my inside. He then lifted my legs on his shoulder and put his cock at my ass. "You want me in you. You want me to take you, you need to say it" he said "Please fuck me, please. Take me" I said With that he pushed in to me. It hurt. I yelled out in pain. He wasn't gentle he pushed thru. I felt him hit that second spot again. It felt like he was in my stomach. "Ohh yeah, I am at your second hole. Your inner pussy boy. Its soo tight and warm. I can feel your ring squeeze my cock. Your hole is a natural pussy." he said as he pushed deeper into me. I moaned. His strokes started to make the pain subside and now there was pleasure. My hole was feeling alive and electric. I could feel each inch of his huge cock push in me and stretch my hole. My held fell back and I just started to moan loudly. "Yeah you've wanted this all day haven't you. Your cock is leaking all over your stomach. I can feel your pussy grab my cock and pull it in. " he said as he began to pick up his pace. As he started to do short strokes my legs pulled around his waist. I was moaning and breathing hard now. "What the fuck!!!" I heard a voice I looked over it was Jane. My gf was watching me get fucked by a man. "I knew something was up but not this. I thought you were fucking that whore in your office but your not. You're getting fucked by your landlord". I can't fucking believe this. Your gay?" she said. I could see tears coming down. She turned and ran out. Rick kept pumping in me all the while she yelled. He even smiled at her. I tried to reach out but he focused on my prostate and my 2nd ring and I couldn't move. It felt soo good I didn't want to stop. I reached out my arm to her as he fucked me but I was helpless, I couldn't muster the strength to have him stop fucking me. "You want me to stop" he asked "No please fuck me please" I replied moaning He smiled and rammed back in. He started to pick up his pace and I could feel his cock expand and spasm. I suddenly felt him shoot his cum in me. Spurt after spurt in me. As soon as I felt it, I also came moaning loudly. "Ohhhh i'm coming" I yelled out I felt his hot molten cum deep in my hole, my eyes rolled back in my head. He pumping me slowly grinding in me. As he kept hitting my prostate I felt my cum leaking out even after my orgasm. Our lips met and we kissed deeply our tongues dancing in my mouth. After we both calmed down he pulled his still stiff meat from me. I heard a pop. His cock was glistening with cum, my I guess ass juice and a little tinge of blood. He presented it to me and I sucked him without hesitation cleaning his meat and then sucking him trying to get more cum out of his balls. "HMMM I think I created a monster who luvs Daddy's cum" he said and I nodded sucking him. After I cleaned his cock we kissed again. As I calmed down from the high it hit me again. I had fucked a man with HIV and maybe even AIDS and I let his cum in me. And it felt good. And what about Jane? I feel like crap. Rick could see me thinking. "Lets go inside and eat dinner and talk" he said standing with his hand out. I grabbed hold and he led me inside. A new chapter starting in my life I thought.

I had a friend I played with in high school told me how he manipulated his dad who was hot. I was brought up in a family where my uncle initiated me into sex where my friend was the one who initiated sex with his dad. My friend told me his mom worked nights and he went to his dads room one night and fondled his dad a bit before he started sucking on his dad. I guess his dad woke up and told him to stop and he told his dad to let him suck his cock or he would tell his mom it was his dad that started it. His dad let him suck him off and from there it started to get his dad to do whatever he wanted and his dad got into it though it was my friend who seem to have the control. I stayed over one night and watched him tell his dad to suck me off before he told his dad to fuck me and then watched him fuck his dad and then asked if I wanted to fuck his dad too. Not sure what happened but his mom and dad got divorced and he stayed with his dad and by that time his dad had become an insatiable pig bottom with my friend getting more of his friends to fuck his dad. My friend was coached on how to manipulate his dad and often wondered if he was the only one that did the same to their fathers.

A-fucking-MEN of exactly right. Make a commitment and be a MAN about it. Not a bratty 4 year old. Of course, all of this hangs on males acting like men, adult men, no matter what roles they play in sex. And we all know Tops, Doms, daddies and Masters can be immature brats in equal measure as bottoms, subs, boys and slaves.

Part 3 That was the beginning of our once a week sessions. We had a good connection and he was a fun, reliable bottom. It allowed me to spend my free time looking for tops. Owen was satisfied with less sex than I was, so he hooked up with other guys only occasionally. Our weekly meetings continued until I went on Spring Break down to the coast a month later. My trip was different this year, though. I had been topping more and needed be the one getting dicked. It took some work, but I was able to keep my ass filled with cock and cum when I wasn't drinking like a fish or getting a decent tan. Mostly it was other Spring Breakers, but I got some of the locals too. Three nights I bottomed for ten or more guys, blindfolded and oblivious to who was fucking me. Some were thin, some tall, some hairy, some smooth, some hung, some average or smaller. All I cared about was feeling their raw dick in me and hopefully getting a load from each too. They called me a slut, a whore, a pig, a faggot and a stupid fuck. I heard it in English, Spanish, Portuguese, and German. It didn't matter to me, as long as I got fucked, I was happy. In the end, I think I only topped two guys the whole week. Owen wanted to meet up as soon as I got back, but I was too sore and tired. By the end of the week I had recovered and met up with him. We both needed it. I drilled him harder than usual but he was really into it. He got two loads this time, the first doggy style like we had always done and for the first time, missionary for the second fuck. In between, he wanted to hear about my exploits during Spring Break. "Damn, that sounds so hot. I'd love to do something like that and feel all those guys just using my ass to get off. I wouldn't even need the blindfold!" he said, chuckling afterwards. I laughed too. It was nice to see him comfortable enough with me to joke about his disability. "Kinda dangerous though... they could have stolen your stuff or given you something. Or even killed you" Owen said, getting more serious. "I had a buddy watching out for me, so it didn't get too crazy. But that's one reason I didn't want to meet until today. I've been waiting to make sure my dick didn't start to drip like it did last year when I picked up an STD. I didn't want to pass it on to you" I replied. "Ah... thanks. But... I wouldn't mind. I've never caught anything. I don't think I can call myself a cum dump without picking something up at least once" he said. I laughed before I grabbed his legs, sliding him around and taking my position between his legs. As I pushed them back and aimed my rigid dick at his leaking hole I said "Well, you already got the big one, right?" "What do you mean?" Owen asked, innocently. "You're poz, right?" I replied. "No" he answered sounding very confused, before asking "Why would you think that?" "Most guys that have on their profile that they prefer bareback and have a status of ask-me are poz. Usually they're undetectable, too. They just don't want to advertise it" I explained. "Oh... I was just being honest since I prefer bare sex and I haven't been tested in a while. It's embarrassing" he replied. "It's not too bad once you get used to it. Next time, you can go with me... just to make sure" I said right before I pushed my bare cock into him again. He relaxed and then moaned as my cock slid easily into his well lubed hole. This fuck wasn't as rough as the earlier one and I really liked this position. I got to see the expressions on his face change each time I tried something different and I found that his dick was rock hard and leaking soon after my cock went back into him. In my experience, the bottoms I fucked started out hard and stayed that way or were soft the whole time. I'd never seen one start soft and then get hard. Owen's moans were louder than normal too, probably since they were getting directed right to me, not into the bed. I only lasted about ten minutes before my balls needed to empty again. We'd fucked enough so he knew my cues when I was about to shoot and he cried out "Breed me!" a second before I did. We rested a few minutes before I got dressed. There were a pair guys out in the hallway when I left. One guy said "Sounds like you guys had fun. Wish my girlfriend liked to get used like that." "He's all lubed... give it a shot" I replied, winking at him. Both guys looked shocked as I walked away.