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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.

Assuming doggy-style, most bottoms I've fucked will buck when pushing through the second ring. Missionary - on the other hand - bottoms will instinctively push the top back out a little. Sometimes touch their lower abdomen and say "I felt your dick up here". Ensuring that its not painful and pleasurable to my bottom, I take it as a complement.

"He would fuck me when we got home and always eat my hole out so he got recharged from any toxic loafs I had taken. We have had a third in our relationship a few times but we always want more and we know how to get it. " mmmm chemcum...would love to be a client

Never been caught by family. No interest in that whatsoever. I don't want to get caught by friends or anyone who knows me. I love sucking off strangers and being a cocksucking cumpig is a private endeavor for me.

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

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

This is an incredible piece of writing. I felt like was in the hotel room with them, it was so vivid.

Although it was long suspected the professor has similar tastes in men as Rick, we found out in no certain terms with Dan letting the professor fuck him by the pool. So, I am betting @mancocois setting the stage for Dan to have to decide between Rick and the professor. Both like having sex with younger guys, are HIV positive, and apparently have no issues with pozzing negative college-age men as the professor unceremoniously announced his poz status with his cock in Dan's ass . Who will Dan choose or will he go with an unknown daddy? I am sure @mancocowill lead us readers through Dan's discovery and evolution of his sexuality and kinks. As I stated in my last comment, Dan would have a revelation, and I was correct. It wasn't quite what I thought, but it still was an important one for Dan--He found out what a larger cock feels like when it hits his second hole and the feeling a PA is an extra bonus, which elevates anal sex to another level resulting in another hands-free orgasm. Yet again, another wonderful chapter with some delightful details that bring life to the story line and people.

Most times I want a hot load in my guts, it's so good feeling my guy throbbing and pumping cum in me as we're kissing. But last week I had a lot of fun blowing a Canadian guy who was staying at a nearby hotel. Just slowly blowing him, having fun, then he suddenly grabbed my head to keep me on his dick and shot a massive load. Every time I thought it's the last shot he shot another big pulse of cum. Each one was the amount most guys cum total. It was a lot of fun. He's gone home now and we never got to meet again, but who knows, maybe again some time we'll meet.

I’m glad, too, that you guys dusted this story off. Very exciting! 💦💦💦

As we walked inside it didn't occur to me we were both still naked. I stopped and asked him to go back and he said, don't worry about it. Let's stay naked tonight together. I smiled back at him. We went inside and he started to pull out the salad from the fridge and I got the wine and plates and brought the pizza box to the table. I sat on the dinner table chair and felt cum start to flow out of my ass. "Oh crap sorry. Cum is leaking out of me" I said "Its ok relax. Its natural. I just came in you." he said scooping it up and sticking it in my mouth. I was more than willing then we kissed. We ate and shared our day. I gave more details of my visit at the clinic. After finishing dinner we cleaned up and went on the couch in the living room. It was more of a sofa so we were right next to each other drinking beer. "So how do you feel now" Rick asked "Confused and emotional" I said I told him that I felt for Jane and will try and call her later tonight. But more at the forefront of my brain was that I had taken to loads from him and I had PEP and wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you think this is what you wanted?" Rick asked "You mean having someone fuck me with HIV and cum in me?" I asked "Ok we can start there. Tell me more" Rick said "If you asked me that before I moved in here or even last week I would say hell no. But then I had never had sex with another man before. Until I met you." I said. He reached out and put his hand on mine. I went on to share that I had some sex with men before which made me realize maybe I liked it but never did it for social or other reasons. I mean I liked fucking girls and eating pussy but maybe I'd never truly tried sex with men, I didn't know what I was missing. I paused for a few seconds. "But the more accurate question for me is - Do you mean if I wanted you to fuck me and cum in me. That's where it gets complicated" I said softly like a girl admitting feelings for her man. He squeezed my hand and moved his hand to rest on my thigh. My hand moved onto his. "Go on" Rick said softly "I feel so connected with you this last week. You have awakened so many feelings, thoughts, desires, sexual experiences." I said "And I am attracted to you. I find you handsome and sexy. You arouse me like haven't been before. You make me feel beautiful and sexy. I want to give myself to you so much. I am just scared. "i said "I understand that fear. I had it too. I feel for you Dan. You are so handsome and beautiful. Your body is so sexy and tight. "Go on" he said "I feel taking your cum in me is a way to get a stronger connection to you and honestly a way to give myself to you" I said to him. I felt like a bride giving her virginity to a man for the first time. "But I am scared of getting HIV then AIDS. I don't know I am torn. I feel like I shouldn't want that" I said "Want what? Be specific" he said he pulled away his hand. I paused and thought for a minute. He waited patiently not touching me at all. "I am scared of your HIV positive cum in me..and...." I said not finishing but going on to my next thought "Can I ask about Jeff. How did you meet him and you said he waited so long?" I said "I get you being scared. As for Jeff its a bit of a story" Rick said He went on to tell me he met Jeff on an online hook up app. Rick's profile showed he was an unmedicated POZ with a high viral load. My eyes got wide when I heard that, not sure why. Maybe fear as it settled in that he had a high viral load. Jeff wanted to hook up and take his seed. Rick wanted him to make sure he knew what he was getting into as once they met there was no turning back. They met for coffee and Rick asked him for his ID. He faked his 19 yr old age online as he was only 17. Rick ended the meeting shortly after telling him once he made 18 in a few months they could meet again. Jeff would try and chat with Rick. He also bought access to Rick's photos including his huge cock and one showing him shoot a huge load. Rick would respond on a occasion. Rick finally met with him a day after he turned 18. They met and talked about fucking and Rick pozzing him. Rick made sure on what Jeff wanted. Did he just want to fuck bare (only option and poz cum included) or did he want to make sure to convert or something else. They were different things. Jeff was just horny and wanted to clearly fuck. He wasn't sure or didn't think that far about converting. Rick said Jeff was super horny and at least wanted to suck his cock. So they went back to Rick's car and made Jeff blow him off in the car. It was his first time taking a cock that huge and he gagged and choked but finally got most of it down and Rick came in his mouth and made him swallow. While he was blowing Rick, he put his finger down into his ass which was tight but felt like he wasn't a virgin. Jeff said he used a couple of small toys before to get off. After Rick told him he will be in touch. Over the next few week they chatted online. Rick said he wanted to make sure the kid really knew what he was getting into. He told him to go to BZ and not just read the hot stories but real-life accounts of what it is like to really be HIV positive. It isn't a fairy tale. It is real life. Jeff agreed and did so. He said he loved the sight and jacked off to the fiction and stories but also read those with HIV IRL. Rick told me he wanted to make sure Jeff knew what he was getting into if Rick was going to breed him. Finally the day came, actually that night I saw Rick fuck Jeff. "Can I ask why he said make him pregnant. Guys don't get pregnant." I asked Rick laughed, "Yes guys don't get pregnant in that sense but when a POZ top cums in a bottom, his DNA attaches to the bottom's body and infects his body and marks him. In some ways if he converts the bottom its like an egg and sperm creating something the bottom's body" Rick said "And that is what Jeff wanted to have my charged seed in him converting him" Rick continued "So if you convert me your DNA would be in me forever?" I asked "Yes it would be. I would always be a part of you and the virus would be both our DNA in you. I would impregnate you with my DNA. That's the pregnant part" Rick said looking at Dan. "That sounds wonderful but I am still confused. It is still HIV" I said "I don't know what's going on with me. A week or so ago I was straight with a gf now I have been fucked twice by you and have your POZ cum in me" I said "How does that make you feel" Rick asked "I don't know" I replied "Really, you sure", Rick said sternly "Perhaps the nurse at the clinic was right. Maybe you wanted my POZ cum in you. Making you pregnant." Rick said his hand on my thigh "No. That's not true, I don't want HIV" I said back starting to tear. "Are you sure", Rick said "Your body tells me otherwise" Rick said "Look at the precum leaking on you" he continued I looked down my cock was rock hard and throbbing, precum was leaking down my cock onto my balls and the couch. "Its ok to my POZ seed in you. Your body wants to have it. Its okay to be turned on to it" Rick whispered in my ear Rick how had his finger between my legs and my opened up to him spreading my legs and lifting my ass of the couch to give him access. We started to make out. "You don't have to decide right now, lets just enjoy the moment" Rick said I kissed him back and let go. Jane crossed my mind for a second and I felt bad but Rick was my main passion right now and he had me as his.

Not enough

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I prelubed with Vaseline when I am at the Bathhouse . Some guys there insist on a condom. One time I was in the sling at the Bathhouse. I was getting fucked by a guy wearing a condom. I was able to slowly side his condom off as he was fucking me. I don't know how he couldn't feel me doing that but after he did cum in me and pulled out he saw his condom wasn't on. He freaked and left the room . Well there was another guy there waiting for his turn to fuck me and he stepped right up and got his dick in my nice wet hole. I said your bare cock feels so good in me. He smiled and said, my cum will to. It was good!!

Inside my butt. I've got a sensitive hole so I feel the throbbing and the warm liquid sensation even with a condom. If it's bare I also feel wet inside for hours afterwards and I can cum again from that feeling. Sometimes after a guy has gone I'll lie down and pull my legs up and just enjoy feeling his cum inside me, it's like my hole is slippery inside and when I clench it I get that hot good feeling inside where it's sliding against itself. If I do that for a while I can have a prostate orgasm. So yeah, fill me up, it's the best.

Part 6 We got dropped off at the sleazy, run down motel by the expressway. "Hope she's fun!" the driver said, knowing that anyone that went to this motel only came for sex. Two or more guys going to tag team a slut there was pretty common and the taxi driver knew it. "Once inside, give me the layout of the room. Chair on left, bed on left in eight feet, dresser on right 10 feet. Stuff like that" he said as we walked up to room 107 and knocked. The door opened and a guy was standing there in just a pair of white boxers. He was skinny. Even skinnier than Owen. Ribs showing skinny. While he might have been two inches taller than Owen (three with the thick, dark, curly hair) he was probably the same weight and maybe less. He had a couple poorly done tattoos on his arms and a large, nicer one across his chest saying "No Fear" in Gothic script. It seemed appropriate since he didn't appear to be nervous at all. Excited or eager, but not nervous. I whispered to Owen the room layout and he moved over to the edge of the bed. "You really toxic?" the bottom asked almost as soon as the door shut. "Yeah, converted a week and a half ago so I should have a high viral load" Owen said and I nodded. The chaser grinned and I think his boxers tented before he then said "Shit... you really are blind. That's fuckin' twisted." "Why? I'm not different than any other gay guy other than I can't see. Now, do you want get bred or not?" Owen said. After a quick discussion I had the bottom's phone in my hand to record the event. Owen pushed his sweats down and stepped out of them while the bottom pulled his boxers off and climbed on the bed. Owen looked a lot more comfortable than I expected and after some spit and his fingers roughly prepped the bottom, Owen shoved his stiff shaft in. The cry from the bottom didn't deter him and he plowed the hole like an experienced top. A few screams came out of the bottom when Owen fucked even harder. My dick was hard the whole time, snaking down my shorts with a constant drip running down my leg. Owen looked like he was having fun and even made the skinny guy beg for the first charged load. Owen fucked the chaser doggy style most of the time, standing on the floor with the bottom's ass over the edge to start and ending with the bottom flat on the bed, drilling him hard and making the skinny guy whimper. He pumped two loads into the chaser in the hour plus that we were there and both looked exhausted. "Sorry, I can't do a third time... My ass is on fire" the bottom said painfully. The video and pictures told how much damage Owen had done and the pink jizz oozing out of the bottom's hole confirmed it. While we waited outside for the taxi to show up, Owen asked "Do you think that did it or am I going to have to do him ten times like you did to me?" I laughed before saying "No way to tell. I probably could have stopped after the first couple times, but I like fucking you too much" and grabbing his ass. A few moments later I told him "You really trashed his hole though, so this might do it. I doubt he'll be taking any dick for a few days." "He said he wanted it rough. Some of the stories I read said to dig my fingernails in to make him bleed so the virus can get inside him easier" he explained. "It'll take a couple weeks before he'll know. But now you know what it feels like" I said. A few seconds later he said "I'm glad you didn't stop. I like when you fuck me and you never hesitate to cum inside me like a lot of guys. I never thought I'd find a guy that was willing to infect me, though. Maybe I'd get one of the regular STDs sometime, but I expected that getting pozzed would stay a fantasy. Thanks." Just as the car pulled up, Owen said "I think I prefer to just keep fucking a guy like you did with me. Moans are far sexier than cries of pain." We went back to his dorm and since my balls were still full, I was on top of him a couple seconds after the door was latched. I was too horny for any foreplay so as soon as I could get his sweatpants down I had three gobs of spit on his hole and a leaking dick trying to force it's way in. "Oh fuck yeah... shove that poz dick into me" Owen growled out while my shaft sank into his ass. I paused a moment once I was over half way in and tugged my tee shirt off, tossing it by my shorts that were near the door. A quick pull and his was off too before I bent over and resumed forcing my cock further into his hole. My chest was laying on his back with my dick fully planted inside him. "You really got into breeding that neg guy, didn't you? Did it feel good trying to knock him up?" I asked. I didn't really give him time to answer before my hips were thrusting in. When I fucked him before, I always started slow and worked up to a hard fuck since that's what he said he liked when we first met. This was like I usually fucked with other guys when I was really horny. "Yeah... It felt fucking great... Going to own his ass forever... Just like you own mine... Ugh... Harder!" he grunted out between each shove I gave him. My hands were on top of his, holding him down and keeping him in position. He began to push his ass up and milk my cock until my cock began to throb. The throbs turned into strong pulses with spurts of cum flooding his ass once again. We both moaned loudly and I laid on top of him until my cock softened. I rolled off and laid next to him, watching him roll on to his back. "That was the hottest fuck yet. I loved how you just fucked me without being gentle in the beginning. It's how I imagine most cum dumps get used. I have a way to go though" Owen said. "Good to know" I said, grinning. A few moments later I added "I don't know if you're interested, but... I'm going to a sex party this weekend if you want to go with me. It's a no-loads-refused party and you can show off that greedy little ass of yours. Maybe even breed a guy or two" I said. His cock twitched a few times and he nodded his head 'yes'. We got there early and stripped at the door like host told us to. We put our clothes in a bag and wandered in, grabbing a drink and finding a spot to peruse the other guests. The crowd slowly got bigger and I was describing the guys to Owen as we sipped on our drinks. It was a mix of guys with a handful of college guys like us and the rest were mid-twenties to fifties. "I think I'm just going to bottom tonight. Hopefully I can get more poz cum inside me" Owen whispered to me. Once the crowd got settled and the alcohol had killed most of everyone's inhibitions, I knew the real fun was about to start. "I think it's time to stake out a bed" I told him and we wandered down the hall to the bedrooms. The first room already had a bottom hogging the middle of the bed, but the second room was empty. He took the head of the bed and I took the foot, our bare asses facing the door. It only took a few minutes and I heard "Oh fuck yeah... two holes, no waiting." That was the start of a continuous line of horny guys using us. After the fourth load, I got up to find my own hole to breed. I told Owen that I would be back to check on him later and the tall 30-something bear fucking him said "Don't hurry. I got a few buds that need to tap this sweet ass. We'll have him knocked up by morning." The comment made me smile and I wandered out of the room knowing that Owen was going to get his wish. I wandered around, leaving a trail of cum wherever I walked and fucked a few guys, one other college guy and one that looked to be a tall guy in his mid-thirties. Both got their first, albeit small, poz loads of the night. One totally shaved twink was bent over the couch in the living room taking dick. I walked up and when the current top pulled out I took his place. Immediately, I had this huge hand on my shoulder. "Careful there, boy. That cunt is full of some nasty seed. We're gonna get him pregnant tonight. I doubt those four loads have done their job yet" a deep gravelly voice said. I smiled and shoved my stiff cock into the sloppy hole. As I fucked I noticed the marks on the back of the twink. Two neg and eight poz hash marks kept track of what was inside and in a puddle below the twink's ass. I drilled him for several minutes and noticed a few guys were waiting their turn. My grunt preceded a big load getting pumped in. I added my mark to make it nine, getting a huge grin from the big guy that warned me earlier. "No meds" I whispered to him as I made room for the next guy. He had a six inch biohazard tattoo on his upper back and I wondered whether it was better to show my status like that or not. After another tour of the apartment, I made it back to the bedroom and found Owen fucking a thin, gray haired, middle aged otter. A minute later he unloaded to the encouragement of the tall bear that had fucked him earlier. "Yeah, shoot your last neg load into Harry!" I smiled, wondering if Harry cared that the "neg" load he got was anything but bug free. "Good job" I told Owen as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, guiding him back toward the door. It was just past 2AM and we had been there for almost five hours. "Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did" the bear told us and the bear's friends all agreed. As we pulled our clothes on I noticed the tally marks on Owen's back. "Hmm, four, two and seven. I think that means you can truly call yourself a cum dump now" I told him. He was confused and I explained "four neg loads, two unknown, and seven poz loads got fucked into your hole tonight." I crashed in his room that night and both of us slept soundly. It was a little strange sharing a twin bed with him, but we were spooned the whole night with my arm around him, holding him close. In the morning I was going to help him wash the marker off his back. We shared a shower, getting a chuckle from the other guy that was drying off nearby. "No... leave it there. I want people to see it" he said when I told him I was going to wash the marks off his back. "I always dreamed of doing something like that. Thanks for inviting me" he told me before he added "Now lean against the wall, I want to give you my last neg load" with a sinister laugh. After the shower, he wanted me to get a picture of his back with the tally marks. When we started to dress, he asked me to pick out a tank top that would let people see what a slut he'd been the night before and I found a stringer tank that exposed most of his shoulders. "You might want to get something more permanent" I said and told him about the guy at the party with the biohazard tattoo on his back. He didn't reply, but I could tell he was thinking about it. I wondered how many people would understand the visible marks on his back as he walked around the rest of the day or two. I would have hung around, but I had a hookup with a hung poz guy that afternoon. Owen's profile had changed with the pictures I had suggested along with three hidden pics too, one was the picture of his back from the party. I liked the new phrase he put in the description "versatile, into risky play" yet he still had 'ask me' as his status to leave it ambiguous. I stumbled on another profile he set up that was more blatant about what he wanted. The picture of his freshly bred hole had the text "Newly poz. Looking 4 neg btms and viral tops." We continued to fuck, usually flipping, but it was back to once a week. He was proud of how active he had gotten, keeping busy with other guys both as a top and bottom. Two or three other hookups a week now seemed to be his norm. Owen would tell me how much dick he'd taken or given since our last meeting and wanted to know about my hookups too. A month or so later I asked Owen if he'd heard back from his first chaser. "One fuck is all it took. He wasn't ready for the conversion, though. He bitched like crazy for over a week. The other two were all excited, just like I was. I'm still waiting to hear on three others. Now... give me another poz load, Jeff" he said pulling his legs back.

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.

Part 7 “You cool if we hang here for a little longer?” Wil asked me. “Upstairs wasn’t looking very busy when we walked around.” “Sure.” I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. And if Wil weren’t standing there in his matching red jockstrap and sneakers, I may have bolted. He took my hand. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through the dark maze of plywood walls and cutouts. I could see guys walking around on the other side of some of the barriers, mostly seeing legs and an occasion bare dick through the cutouts. Wil walked confidently through the maze, guiding me toward the back of the room. There was a plywood board parallel to the back wall, the light even dimmer than in other areas of the maze. “This is usually a hot spot.” He kissed me again. “Back your ass up against the opening,” he pointed at one of three cutouts in the plywood. As I did, he did the same in front of the next cutout. “Now what?” I asked. He grinned in the twilight, still holding my hand. “Now we wait. Let’s see which ass they pick first.” I flashed to thoughts of training with my teammates. I wonder what they are doing tonight. Definitely not walking around in a jockstrap being fucked by randos. What would they say if any of them knew I was here doing this? Yeah, they hook up. Go to a party or bar, pick someone up, take them home and fuck them. But this is totally different. Am I supposed to be doing this? Wil grunted and squeezed my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “What is it?” “Big cock!” he gasped. I watched as he adjusted his body position, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back slightly, and placing both hands against the wall in front of him. He whimpered and his head shot up, looking like he was straining. “Fuck that’s big,” he gasped. He was fumbling with his bottle of poppers in the dark, so I reached out to steady his hand, guiding the open bottle under his nose. “Thanks, babe.” As the rush hit him, some of the strain in his muscles faded, and his handsome face relaxed into more of a satisfied look. His nicely proportioned body looked really hot, his pale skin standing out more than mine in the dark lights. He was starting to groan in rhythm with his new fuck. Watching Wil, I was suddenly feeling nervous – for him as he strained to take that dick, and for myself anticipating what could come through my cutout. Looking at his body next to mine, I tried to copy his stance, my own hole hanging out in front of the wooden cutout. The thumping sound coming from the plywood barrier was getting louder as the anonymous top started to work Wil’s ass harder. “Oh that — that’s big!” His body started to quake with each thrust behind him. His whimpers quickly became moans as they settled into their fuck. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked directly, the shadow at the edge of the plywood wall disappeared. Wil and his anon partner were attracting some attention now. Wil was grunting and moaning when I felt a hand caress my exposed ass. His fingers felt cool and kinda rough against my smooth skin. I wondered what my hole looked like framed through the cutout in the wall; what made it inviting to someone? Is this the same person who was just looking around the corner of the barrier? Without any preamble, I felt the pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, they were about to fuck me. Wil was lost in his own fuck at the moment, so I took the poppers from his hand and took a long hit off of them. That feeling of warmth rolling through my body was becoming familiar, and my sphincter relaxed. I felt the cock pop inside and then he plunged his full length into me. It wasn’t too fast, more of a steady penetration. Now it was my turn to moan as the anonymous cock impaled me. I was relieved it wasn’t as large as the one inside Wil seemed to be. “You got one?” Will asked with stunted breathes as he was being pounded. I could only nod, not sure whether he could see me. My words weren’t coming out – only soft moaning sounds as the dick began working my ass like a master. It was like being fucked by a ghost; you didn’t see it, but you could feel it. It felt amazing! Long, slow, smooth strokes were spreading my hole open. Then he withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty; the cock head never losing contact with me. Then he was sliding back inside me, and I could feel every inch moving further up and in, forcing groans of pleasure from me. I braced my arms against the wall in front of me as my anonymous top began to pound my ass through the cutout. I felt Wil put his hand over mine as we stood side by side, our bare asses pressed against the cool plywood, each getting plowed by an unseen stranger. The banging against the plywood walls was signaling to anyone in the maze that someone was getting fucked. I saw silhouettes on either side of Wil and I, watching the college boys take anon cock. All I could think was how fucking hot this was! Before I knew it, Wil was standing beside me, rubbing my bare back with one hand, and whispering in my ear. “That’s it, baby, take that big cock. I can see it penetrating you. It’s a hot dick. Take it. Let him fill you up.” I was moaning uncontrollably. “Yeah. Let him know how much you love his big dick. I think he’s getting close to breeding you.” He was right – I could feel it too. The guy was thrusting faster and with more determination, edging closer to unloading. If not for the wall between us, he’d probably be holding my hips for leverage. As it was, I imagined him holding the top of the plywood partition to balance as he was fucking my ass through the wall. Part of my brain told me to pull off before he came inside me, but my body refused to relinquish the pleasure. And Wil was standing next to me, half holding me as I left myself open to the stranger’s gift. “You are so fucking beautiful,” Wil whispered tenderly. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into the most awkward kiss ever, my body half hanging off him, half braced against the wall to maintain my balance as the guy pounded me. His cock went deep, firmly planting itself inside me, and I felt the telltale quivering from his body resonating in my own as he unloaded. “He’s breeding you,” Wil whispered. “Take his seed. I want it all inside your beautiful body. Take it all.” I instinctively pushed my ass all the way back, trying to bury the mysterious dick as deep inside as possible. His cock was pulsing, and I heard him grunt. The warm juices sprayed inside me, and my body relished it. I gasped with excitement as he bred me. I wanted it. No, I needed it! He began pumping me slowly again, and I felt some of his load dribbling down the inside of my legs. Beyond any reasonable thought, I felt a thrilling rush go through my body as he added more seed inside me. I was still quivering when my seeder pulled out. It felt like a full minute passed as he reeled his cock back in. I stood up, my leg muscles aching from the unusual stance I’d been holding. I did a quick stretch of the muscles, and caught sight of my seeder’s legs through the cutout. I could see long legs with grey and blue sneakers. I bent further, enjoying the stretch, but also intensely curious. I saw a lean body, tall, and relatively smooth. He was stroking his dick, or maybe rubbing in the cum coating it. With his head bent down, all I could really see was a crop of white hair. He wasn’t at all the type of guy I would go after, but it struck me what an amazing fuck that was. Would I have let him plow me if I’d been able to see him? Probably not, and I confused by the feeling of potentially having missed out on what I just experienced. As I stood up feeling conflicted, Wil gathered me in an embrace. I didn’t resist, finding a sense of security in his arms, and appreciating the heat of his body pressed against mine – a stark contrast to the ghost-like feeling of the tops who had taken our asses thus far tonight. “How was that?” “Amazing,” I admitted. I could see him grin in the odd lighting. “How about yours?” “It was tough taking him. And he pulled out without cumming. Fucker.” He looked me in eyes. “Shall we go upstairs?” “I feel like I need a break.” “Good idea to walk it off.” Again he led me by the hand through the maze, this time finding the door to the hallway and finally the main room. It had gotten busier than before, more men wandering around the space, some of them chatting softly, but most on the prowl. Wil and I got another drink. He headed off to the bathroom while I stood near the stairs. “Enjoying yourself?” I turned and saw the tall, handsome guy I’d noticed earlier standing beside me. He had an accent, maybe French or French-Canadian. His body was nicely toned, and I could make out a thin coating of hair across his muscular pecs. I suddenly felt very shy and small, like I was standing near Apollo himself. “It’s different than anywhere I’ve ever been.” “But are you enjoying it?” I nodded. “I am.” “Good,” he said, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m heading upstairs. I’ll be looking for you.” He squeezed my shoulder and headed up the stairs, he ass looking magnificent as he ascended into the stark lighting above. Wil came along a few minutes later with a bottle of water that he shared with me. He rested a hand against my abs as I downed a share of the water. “Upstairs should be rocking by now. The mattresses make for more creative positions than the maze. Ready for your public debut?” I nodded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering what might happen when I saw Apollo up there. Wil took a moment and kissed me again, slow and tender, before heading up the steps. I noted how his muscular ass was framed perfectly in his jockstrap. It was very easy being around Wil, something I didn’t feel with most gay guys I knew. And he made everything here seem so normal. Wil was right. There was a lot more action upstairs now then earlier. The music was louder up here, and the lighting stronger. You could easily make out the faces and bodies of men in play area. The large black mattresses were host to a variety of entangled bodies, grunts and moans still audible behind the music. I scanned to wide loft area, trying to take it all in. There were a few more younger guys here now than when I first arrived. It seemed like they were all servicing the more mature guys, offering either their mouth or ass to pleasure their momentary partners. Wil was also looking around, taking it all in, deciding where to join the play. He pointed to the far corner of one of the mattresses. “Looks like a spot we can grab.” I was following Wil, his body naked except for the red sneakers and jockstrap that framed his hot ass, to a corner of the furthest mattress. Are we gonna play together? I wondered. As the night had progressed, I found myself more and more enamored with my new friend. But is this real? Or just a one-night thing built on the sexual energy of this place? A hand firmly grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Wil’s hand pulled away from mine. Apollo had disentangled himself from the middle of a pile of writhing bodies in middle of a large mattress. His sculpted body was shiny with sweat, and as he stepped off the mattress, I saw his erect cock for the first time, pointing directly toward me like some wizard’s wand. On the mattress, I caught sight of a gold jockstrap, and knew he’d been working on Justin’s ass. The aloof Asian boy didn’t even look up as another man rolled into Apollo’s place at his ass. Apollo’s powerful frame was standing over me. I felt speechless and small in his presence. His body pressed against mine; his skin was hot to touch, sweaty from exertion and sex. I could smell sex on him, wondering how many men he’d already had tonight. My head was spinning. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. I’m just a regular guy, quiet, good student and average soccer player. I’m never the guy who feels noticed. Except here. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come to me,” Apollo said, his thick accent adding to his sexual appeal. I felt like a fly trapped in the spider’s web. Only this time the fly was desperate to be devoured. Apollo explored my body with his powerful hands. Finally he kissed me. It was deep, passionate, electric. His hands kneeled my ass as our tongues wrestled. “Your ass feels like there’s several loads in you already. You’ve been naughty tonight.” I felt awkward and suddenly ashamed, expecting him to pull away from me. I didn’t know what to say. I’d been used by total strangers, each of their loads inside me. I couldn’t tell you who they were, or even what two of the looked like. Wad this who I was becoming? It’s not supposed to be who I am. I saw Justin again on the black vinyl mattress, cocks stuffed into each of his holes. Is that what I am? Apollo was still fingering my sloppy hole. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” I quickly answered, my eyes still on the cute Asian twink being consumed on the mat. I looked back at Apollo and realized he was looking in the opposite direction. I turned my head and saw Wil standing there watching us. For the first time tonight, he looked uncertain what to do. Seeing us both looking at him, he took the cue to step closer. “He is cute,” Apollo said as he put an arm around Wil and pulled him into us. “Yes he is.” Apollo kissed Wil, casting his spell on the sexy ginger. I could feel their hot breath as they made out a mere inch from my face. The sexual tension was building in our muscles. Apollo broke the kiss with Wil, letting his fingers probe my ass again. Wil and I both moaned softly, and I assumed Apollo was simultaneously exploring his wet hole. We fell into a three-way kiss, surrounded by naked bodies windows various sexual positions and acts. It was overwhelming but I couldn’t leave this embrace. “I love couples,” Apollo purred into both our ears. With little effort, his muscular body pulled Wil and I into the writhing mass of naked sex on the mattress.

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