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Rick POV He is such a wonderful young man to be with. He is young, hot, handsome and beautiful. And a total slut. His pussy runs his brain. He has no idea how much his body I controlled by his hungry cunt. I have never been with a young man or any man for that matter whose ass controlled so much of their desire. I think I have awakened a monster in him and I am going to feed it and make it want more. I want him so bad. He has given me so much sexual energy that I haven't felt in a long time. I hope I knock him up soon. He doesn't know but I have a very high viral load that is strong. It has also take a toll on me as I try to keep up with his desires and stamina. I love to fuck him, own him and breed him. At the same time fucking him several times a day is testing my stamina. I have a few ideas of other ways to knock him up but will try this route first. He has no idea what's in front of him.

After leaving Jane's apartment, I felt a little uneasy at what just happened. I can't think of any moment in my life prior to meeting Rick where this would have happened. I just gave a bj to a father of a roommate of my ex-girlfriend. I went to run a few other errands including the store to pick up some groceries for the house. As I was getting some fruit and vegetables I noticed an older man looking at me. He was around 5'9" thin build. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top. I was in my running shorts again and he kept looking me up and down. He smiled when he saw that I saw him looking. I finished shopping and saw him in the parking lot. "Nice running shorts. You run a lot" he said "Thank you. Once in a while, but not often" I said "Really you are very fit. You have a nice tight body" he said looking me up and down. I could see a bulge in his shorts. "Thank you. I am more of a swimmer" I said "Oh me too. Where do you go swimming" he said "the pool at the community college" I replied "Me too. I go there once in a while. Maybe I will run into you there. That would be nice. I am Tom" he said reaching out his hand I shook his hand. He had a nice grip and held it for a few seconds longer than a normal hand shake. "I am Dan" I said "Nice to meet you Dan. I hope to see you at the pool one day. What days do you go swimming?" he asked "I don't have set days. I just go when I have free time or need to exercise" I said "I will be there tomorrow and Wednesday. I hope to see you there" he said looking me up and down. The attention made me blush and my cock a little hard which I think he noticed. "Ok maybe, thank you" I said. We both then walked to our cars. I ran one more errand and then went home. Rick was still at work. I put away the groceries and decided to jump in the pool for a swim. After swimming for about 20 minutes I ended up laying on a lounge chair under the shade. I fell asleep then woke up when I heard Rick in the backyard with me. "Hey sleep head" he said. He was in his swimsuit with a hard cock. "Fuck I love when I can see your hard cock like that in your suit. It looks so hot" I said and then reached out and started to rub his cock thru the swimsuit. He moaned. "Yeah you love Daddy's cock don't you" he said "Yes I do. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it and tasted it" I said smiling and the pull down his swimsuit and took him in my mouth. I sucked on him, licking him and worshipping his thick stick. He moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged but recovered and swallowed almost his whole cock. I had become quite good in deepthroating his huge meat. I could taste the precum leaking from his cock. I sucked him for a couple more minutes. I pulled down my swimsuit and bent over. "Fuck me Daddy please. I want your sperm in me baby. Make me pregnant please" I said shaking my ass at him. He lined up and in one thrust plunged into me. I winced and yelled out. Even though I had his cum in me he is still huge and difficult to take on one slam in. He didn't relent and kept up his pace. He fucked me hard. I just moaned dropped my head down and pushed back on his cock trying to get it all in me with each thrust. He kept his pace and started to spasm and he moaned, "Here you go boy" and shot his load into me. He kept fucking me grinding me for a few more minutes. He pulled out slowly and I clinched to keep his cum in me. Some of it leaked out. I licked it up off the chair and cleaned his cock off. I stood up and we kissed deeply with his hands on my ass squeezing them. We went inside to clean up and start to make dinner. He left for his bedroom and came back in. "Bend over" he commanded I bent over right there in the kitchen. "Lick this. Its a cunt plug" he said. I was a rubber thing that looked thin at top, widened and then tapered back down. Then it had a base to it. Then he stuck it in my ass. I moaned. "This will keep my cum in you so you don't lose any and it soaks into your cunt. We want to do everything to knock you up" he said It felt funny and arousing. I started to get a hard on. He grabbed my cock. "Somebody likes that thing in his pussy" he said I nodded and kissed him. "I do. I love everything you do to me" I said. He kissed me and then slapped my ass. We went back to making dinner. The butt plug or cunt plug as he called it kept hitting my prostate. As I walked around and made dinner it kept me aroused. He noticed my cock was hard and had precum leaking. "Hmmm boy, your pussy is so sensitive isn't it. It loves the new toy" he said and grabbed the plugged and pushed it deeper and rotated it. I let out a loud moan, it felt so good. My cock throbbed and precum leaked more. He kept it up and I had to hang onto the counter. I pushed out my ass to give him more access as he worked it in my hole. He rubbed my cock a bit and precum leaked on the floor. Then he stopped instantly and walked away. I stood there breathing hard with one leg partially in the air. He stood looking at me and laughed.

I’d been telling myself that I need to behave. That I shouldn’t be going to the peeps, or the baths. That I really can’t keep getting loaded up by random men every single weekend. But it was a deep need that I couldn’t ignore. This was before the days of prep and I knew I should be careful, but from the very first time a guy put a load in me, it unlocked something that I couldn’t put away, a slippery slope that I was all to eager to slide down. I was in my early 20s when this all started and I was eager to take loads from anyone. Telling myself I shouldn’t, next thing I knew, I’d be parking in the gravel parking lot behind the peeps. A seedy building in a not so great part of town. Usually had just the kind of clientele I was looking for, nasty perverts doing depraved things. Jock strap, cock ring on, poppers in my pocket, looking for trouble and determined to find it. It was a rainy night, and the parking lot was half full. I recognized some of the cars that were there but not who they belonged to so there were probably a few regulars I’d recognize inside. I went in through the back entrance. 70s classic rock playing quietly, rows of porn dvds and sex toys lining the shelves. Sure there were apps and hookup sites but I liked cruising the best. Not knowing who I was going to find or what situation I’d end up in. I paid the entry to the back and the guy working handed me a bunch of tokens for the video machines without saying a word. I had a stache of tokens at this point. Rarely ended up watching anything. Was just there to fuck. He definitely recognized me as I thought I’m probably a regular at this point myself. Not sure how I felt about that but oh well. I slipped behind the curtain and into the darkness of the back rooms. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. There was an area with a tv and chairs. A couple guys were just sitting around, watching. A few looked back when I walked in. I was more interested in the back half of the room. A narrow hallway lined with booths on either side. There was also this area being the booths that you could slip behind which was fun for something a little more public. It didn’t seem too busy but some of the booths were occupied. There were these pin holes you could look through to watch guys inside. I took a look and there was a guy inside getting fucked. Lucky. Couldn’t see inside too well to see what was happening and I could feel my cock stir, thinking about these strangers fucking each other, probably bareback. There were condoms around to take but seemed like that bowl stayed full most of the time, thankfully. I slipped behind the booths into that narrow space and took a quick hit of the poppers I had. I felt that warm wash spread over me and was just filled with lust. Feeling dirty knowing all the guys in the room were looking for the same thing. Thats when one of the regulars came around the corner. He seemed to be there every time I stopped in. We’d never done anything before and honestly he gave me a bit of the creeps, but tonight felt different. I wasn’t sure how old he was but probably 30, 40 years older than me. Probably has fucked tons of guys with how often I saw him there. The poppers were doing their job though and I could see him leering at me in the dark from down the hallway. He was wearing sweatpants and I could see this massive tent forming as he grinned at me and took a bottle out and took a big hit. I took another hit myself and he stated to thrust his hips, staring at me. What was I thinking? I’d avoided hooking up with this guy dozens of times but today it felt like he was staring deep into me and knew I wanted it. The poppers melted away any bit of inhibition I had left and I knew that if I didn’t get him inside me I could be going home without getting the fuck I needed so badly. Something in my head told me that once I did this, this fucker would be dumping his load in me over and over. He started walking toward me and I slipped inside one of the booths, leaving the door open. He followed me inside and I dropped my gym shorts to the ground, bending over on the bench. Taking long deep hits of poppers. I could hear him behind me taking deep hits too. It was all happening so fast. My head was swimming as he took a step behind me. I figured there was no way this seedy guy used condoms and I was right when I felt him line his cock up behind me. Tapping his heavy meaty cock on my ass gave me a preview of what I was signed up for. I braced myself as he started to push. Oh my god I can’t believe I’m letting THIS guy inside me, raw, and I love it. Time for more poppers. I knew this was going to be a problem for me, no turning that off now. Fucker was going in dry! I felt the thick head of his cock burst roughly inside me. I braced myself, holding my breath as he roughed up my hole but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I still couldn’t believe I was letting this guy fuck me raw. It felt right, inevitable. Just another escalation into being the depraved cum slut I know I needed to be. He pulled all the way out and slipped back in. Easier this time. His cock was just drooling thick precum and was quickly lubing me up. I had a thought about how he probably tore my ass up when he went in dry and already he was marking me with his precum. I had to assume he was poz and just this thought brought the bottle back to my nose for a deep inhale. I probably have taken some charged loads at some point, but if I hadn’t, this seemed pretty likely to be happening now. He chuckled a bit as I took deep breaths from the bottle, grabbed my hips and drove the rest of his cock all the way to the hilt in one thrust. I was seeing stars as he pushed deep up inside me. This was so desperately what I needed. Getting dicked down by this nasty fucker in a booth. New high score. Badge unlocked of nasty slutty things I was willing to do. He was taking long deep strokes into my guts and I could feel the ridge of his cock head raking against my insides. The poppers and this huge bare cock inside me just shut my brain off and I really settled in for the ride. I wanted him to use my ass however he wanted and was determined to give him a good fuck, make sure that I could work as big of a load out of him as I could. I wanted this guy to absolutely paint my insides. My ass was slick with precum at this point and he was fully taking his cock out and ramming it back in. Over and over. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take but I wasn’t about to quit before I got what I needed. Another hit of poppers. I could hear how sloppy he fucked me open. Gaped wide open and leaking when he hadn’t even cum yet. I heard him open the door and I looked back to see a couple guys quickly look in. One guy looked surprised and came back to watch. I took a glance back at the fucker wrecking my hole and he flashed me a grin that seemed a bit sinister. The eye contact felt like he was looking deep into me. This was where I belonged. Letting these sleazy men dump their cum inside me. Using me to get off. He uncapped his poppers and I figured this must be it. He took like 4 or 5 deep hits and I knew what was coming. I quickly did the same to catch up. The guy watching from outside was rubbing his cock through his pants and I heard him say “fuck yeah knock him up”. He started to breathe heavy and his cock stabbing inside me became more erratic. All of a sudden he pulled me back onto him and I felt his cock dig even further up inside me. I swear I could feel him swell and I pushed back. I needed this load as deep as I could. He grunted and I could feel his cock pulse. This was it. Thick ropes of toxic cum being blasted deep up inside me. I couldn’t believe I was actively thinking about getting pozzed. I just completely surrendered. I clamped down and tried to milk every last bit of seed out of him. He stayed buried deep inside me for a minute before slowly pulling out. His cock came out with a loud plop. Thick drops of cum splashing onto the dirty floor. I needed that cum to stay in me but was just leaking out with how this guy fucked me wide open. He gave me a pat on the ass and said in a gravelly voice, “first of many” and quickly exited the booth. I shut the door behind him. Head spinning, catching my breath, leaking cum and feeling the sluttiest I’ve ever felt. A mix of feeling a little guilty but the most turned on I’ve ever been, cock rock hard. I had a feeling the night wasn’t over yet. I put my gym shorts back on over my jock strapped ass, nasty cum soaking into them. Now where was that guy that told him to knock me up?

Chapter 14 - Preparations and Expectations Jerome thought back to that morning. He had looked into the mirror and seen the slight changes. Were his cheeks just a little more sunken, did his eyes have a little more of a glitter to them? Changes that hadn't been there a few years ago. Part of it was just the passage of time but there was something else beneath that. Not that he was complaining. A lot of the men who had experienced conversion around the time he had were long gone. Some because treatment had come too late, some because they had rejected it. For a certain type of man feeling the presence of the virus in his bloodstream was powerful - for a few of them unchaining that power was ultimately irresistible and then addictive. Jerome knew some things about addiction and its dangers. It had been his career. Supply and demand. This was just another facet of that life. You sought the rewards and you enjoyed the results but there would be casualties - that was undeniably part of the deal. Such things got simpler as time passed. When you understood it was just some people's destiny. PrEP made it all so much easier. It was part of the landscape and everyone understood it. Even the little faggot he had just interviewed. He might play the dumb little slut but he knew. Now if you were offering your unprotected neg hole up to Poz cock then it was for only one reason. Because you were a chaser. Because you understood that was YOUR destiny. It made the role of a man like Jerome much easier - knowing the little femboy slut was just getting what he was always fated to end up getting. Fucked up and fucked up for real. There were a few men who delayed going on medication but Jerome dealt mainly with men of experience and they were in a different category. To be ready for the event they needed some notice. Which was why he had a training program for his young faggots. Mentally and physically preparing them for what was to come. Giving his men the time required. Pills had to be ditched, the ART safeguard removed from their system, the Viral Rebound given time to occur. At this moment he knew there were some men out there recovering from the 'fuck flu'. Jerome himself had been lucky enough to only ever have the mildest symptoms after that first time. Just enough to let him know his body was preparing itself for its mission. Experiencing the acute re-infection, carrying a potent Heavy Viral Load in his blood, experiencing that life-changing power. Addictive was the word for it and like most addictions it carried consequences, potentially dire consequences. Each time you went off the treatment you risked it losing its effectiveness. That potent aspect of yourself becoming dominant, resistant, not taking no for an answer. It was a risk that logically no man should take - but for some men temptation overcame such things. He never encouraged men to start dumping their meds but when men had done it and then came to him, well, just like the little neg sluts there came a point when a person was responsible for their own decisions Every man he had invited would have taken that risk. They'd come off their meds or maybe had never been on them. It was why he didn't let wannabe faggots like young Jordyn back out beyond a certain point. These men had earned their entertainment. They were dedicated breeders - men devoted to their craft, their passion. He would not allow them to be disappointed. It surely wasn't Jerome's first time to the dance. He had lost count of the times he had come off his meds to breed a cute little fucker like Jordyn. Maybe that was why the older man could accept what he had seen in the mirror so readily. His cheek-bones surely were just that little bit more pronounced. Any middle-aged flab he had once carried was gone and now he was starting to maybe lose some muscle. Either the on-off meds had left his system weakened or just maybe his strain had grown more potent and powerful. The result would be the same either way - but fuck it he had been living on house money for thirty years at least. He had no complaints and he still had some time left - there'd still be holes to breed, chasers to introduce to his own personal strain of the bug. The men that counted would all be getting their tests now so they could show proof they had earned their place at the Breaking In Party. A few recent converts but most would be dedicated veteran breeders. Some, like himself, who had maybe gambled with their health a time or two too many. The pics of young Jordyn had drawn a lot of eyeballs and the video he had just shot would ensure a good turn-out. Maybe even those fifty Poz cocks Jordyn had fantasized about for so long. If that did happen the numbers wouldn't really matter. Young Jordyn would be out of it long before it ended, in no shape to count. As for potent Poz nut there'd be no shortage in any case. As he packed away his cameras Jerome felt his cock harden in his pants. He'd been around a long time but he hadn't seen many young faggots finer than Jordyn. The knowledge he was going to breed that cute little hole made it all seem worthwhile. *** "So Clyde what are you thinking?" The unkempt store owner smiled his crooked smile at Jerome. "Hard to be sure - without seeing what's on offer." Jerome understood. "You heard him faggot - strip for the man!" Jordyn had only just put his jeans back on but he knew his place. He carefully removed each item of his clothing trying, and failing, to not notice the hungry stare of the creepy tattoo artist. Soon he was naked and standing in front of his Owner and his Owner's friend. "Isn't he quite something!" That was Clyde, who was almost dribbling at the sight of Jordyn's young flesh. "That skin is just perfect. I could really enjoy myself with this one." He moved closer to Jordyn so that the young femboy could feel the hot excited breath on his body. "So - now you've inspected the merchandise - what do you reckon?" That was Jerome's low, even, voice again. Jordyn knew his Owner was watching his reactions. Jerome had promised him a lot of men but he knew most were more likely to be like Clyde than any sort of a male model. He shivered a little at the prospect, though the store was cool enough to maybe use that as an excuse. It took a moment for him to understand as he watched Clyde run his fingers over the flesh he seemed captivated by. Men like this appreciated beauty in a femboy, especially a femboy who gave himself to them without hesitation or equivocation. Men like Clyde would understand what he needed and would take great pleasure in giving him just that. "When is this little faggot's big night?" Clyde's eyes traced his fingers' passage over the younger man's perfectly flat belly. "Real soon," said Jerome and the words sent a huge surge of excitement and fear through Jordyn's body. Clyde clicked his tongue in disapproval. "No piercings just now then - we wouldn't want this little honey to get any unwanted infections." He paused a moment and then, as if he only then realized what he had said, gave a laugh that Jerome echoed. "If you understand what I'm saying. Still we can play with some temporary jewellery for the moment." He moved to a drawer and opened it to find some small items. "Hold still boy," he said as he reached up to each of the young man's ears. There was a little pain in each lobe but not too much. "Check yourself out," advised Clyde pointing at a mirror. Jordyn did so and saw the ear-rings attached to each of his lobes. Hoops with sparkling letters around the circumference. 'F - E - M - B - O - Y'. He couldn't help gasping a little at the sight. They were so blatant - so revealing of a fact he had kept hidden so long. "It's been a secret for way too long hasn't it Jordyn," said Clyde as he looked into the mirror from behind the femboy. "I know. That's why your coming out has to be such a special occasion. You can unclip these ones but soon I'll pierce you properly and you can wear them forever. The same as these." The tattoo artists hands found Jordyn's naked nips. Watching himself in the mirror Clyde skilfully applied another item to each. This time Jordyn had to wince, there was some real pain from just how tightly the clips clamped his erect nipples. Clyde removed his hands so the young man could see his new adornments properly. Each of the nipple clamps carried an enamelled symbol which Jordyn knew well. The biohazard symbol. He again felt that rush of half-excitement, half-fear, the rush that he had come to crave so much. "They look perfect on you," Clyde almost crooned into Jordyn's ear, "like you were made for them. But you haven't earned them yet. When you have I'll make them permanent too. OK?" "OK," responded Jordyn as he saw the man unclip the nipple clamps and felt that same little stab of pain from each as the blood returned. "I mean - yes please sir." "It won't be long," smiled Clyde. His hand dropped to give the gentlest of touches to the cage that trapped Jordyn's little dicklet. "I like this. Is it true what they say - the smaller the cage the bigger the slut?" "Guess we'll find out soon enough." That was Jerome from where he watched on the other side of the small store. "Any ideas for ink?" "Oh - I got plenty," laughed Clyde. "Lie on the couch there boy - on your front." His Owner was watching and Jordyn knew the rules. An instruction from his Owner's friends was to be obeyed just as certainly as one from Jerome himself. Despite the fun and games during his interview he knew his true role was one of submission to real men. Clyde went and fetched another object and Jordyn felt the cool of liquid on the small of his back. Its focus gently moved and the young man understood. Clyde was writing something on his skin. "Something kinda like that?" Clyde wasn't asking the question of Jordyn. There was a dry chuckle from Jerome. "Seems about right." "Hold it there." A hand on Jordyn's body kept him in place until the artist was finished and was sure the ink was dry. Only then did he order the younger man to turn over. On his back Jordyn could watch Clyde as he drew on the pale flat skin just above Jordyn's caged dicklet. He was using a marker pen - the ink a blunt black against the fair skin. It took a while to understand what Clyde was writing and then it was too late to object. 'FEMBOY CUMDUMP NEG 4 POZ.' Jerome nodded and then quietly made a suggestion to Clyde who added another two lines. 'BOIFAGBARBIE RUIN ME' Again Jordyn felt that combination of intense excitement and nerve-shattering fear. What if someone saw that? "How long will it last?" Jerome's question matched the one rushing through Jordyn's half-panicked mind. "They call it permanent but maybe only two or three weeks. You know how to get the job done really permanent. Should have come to me earlier." "That's time enough for the party," said Jerome, "don't worry I'll be bringing him back afterwards. You can ink him properly then." Jordyn bit down the panic surging inside him - determined not to let down his Owner by showing hesitation or weakness. It was difficult - the fantasy had become so real now and so imminent. "You can get up," said Clyde and then he watched the younger man with a laconic smile as Jordyn tried to see his back in the mirror, to read the obvious black words there. 'FRESH BOI PUSSY VIRGIN UNTIL BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM ONLY.' The two men had been consulting and Clyde gently held Jordyn steady as he wrote in a date after 'VIRGIN UNTIL'. When Jordyn read it he saw it was a date only ten days away. Just ten days... He was lost in his thoughts and apprehensions and the fact the two men were talking again hardly even registered. "I been thinking..." Clyde was a little hesitant, his voice low. "You got an idea?" Jerome's deep voice also lowered a tone. Clyde moved to a draw and produced a metal object. "Damn," said Jerome. He kept the exclamation low but he needn't have bothered. Jordyn seemed in a world of his own - lost in anticipation of what was just ten days away. "Got me a new PA. Had it a little while," Clyde continued. "They call it the hole wrecker." "Must be fucking heavy - what's it feel like?" "I haven't had the chance to find out yet. Been waiting for the right opportunity." Clyde stroked his chin with its straggling grey beard. He purposefully looked across at Jordyn and then back to Jerome before raising an eyebrow interrogatively. "Well why not," said Jerome, "and in return you'll do your little party trick?" Clyde nodded and the two men shook on it while Jordyn continued in a world almost of his own. Looking into the mirror and reading again and again the words written onto the skin of his perfect little femboy body. Just like a modern Narcissus - just as lovely, just as captivated and just as doomed.

I was just on sniffies and saw a group aren’t that is happening tomorrow. The bottom hosting wants all loads and says NEG only. I looked at the guest list and know that at least two of the men are Poz. The point is that you can’t believe anything a man says if he wants pussy.

I am currently working on a the chapter where Timmy finally seroconverts and joins the order. But, in the meantime I found a pic that depicts Timmy’s body pretty accurately. This boys skin is too warm (Timmy’s skin is white, with no warm undertones) but his ass is very, very like this twinks.

Continued: Watching from the second floor all that was taking place below, after the whiskey I needed to pee so I went into the restroom. Entering the door there was a trough with a toilet to the side. There was a thirty something dude peeing as I made my way to the trough, placing my drink on the rail above the trough. With my shirt off, in jeans and boots I pulled out my dick to pee. As I started I looked down to my left and noticed the huge tool on the dude next to me. He looked directly at me and smiled. After finishing he shook his cock then slowly began to stroke it. My cock began to grow in my hand and he maneuvered into the corner. Feeling uninhibited, I followed him into the corner, got down on my knees and began to suck his cock. The smell of his crotch and the taste of his cock kept me hard. As I was devouring his meat, men came and went, looking over and smiling. He said that he was about to cum so I reached and grabbed my whiskey glass and as he came, he shot a massive load into the glass. Still hard I put by dick into my pants, stood up and walked back to the patio where my uncle was still talking with the other men. I walked over, raised my glass, said “cheers” and slowly began sip the cum, little by little, from the glass. The dudes asked where I got the cum and I pointed to the man now on the other side of the patio. He nodded to the group, I raised the glass, and took another swig of cum. When the dude turned back to his group I noticed a scorpion on his back. By now my uncle had moved once more behind me and was grinding his cock into the back of my jeans. I left my buttom open so that the men across from me could see my treasure trail and the top of my throbbing cock. As I was slurping up the last of the cum, the two men leaned over and asked if they could get me a refill. I said sure, but this time over ice. They grabbed the glass and exited for the restroom. A couple of new guys came over and said hi. We began to flirt with them as the two returned with a rock glass filled with ice with cum coating the ice cubes. They handed to me, I swirled the glass, then licked a few of the cubes. Letting the warmth of the cum begin to dissolve the ice. Like a fine whiskey, I took the glass to my nose and sniffed the sweet smell. The half clad men on the patio of the leather bar were watching this all with delight. Because of the lifting for football and running, my 6’ 190lb frame with developed chest made for good tweaks by the men. They liked what they saw as a young pig in the making. In a voice easily heard by those around us, my uncle told the others that we needed to get over to the bathhouse. This turned a few heads as the dudes across from us said that they would see us there in a little bit

Even though the focus of this story is the pozzing of Dan and how Rick and Dan navigate the journey, we see that each and together have daily tasks like everyone like us readers. Rick goes to work, and Dan has school, work, and errands to do. This aspect of the story makes it more relatable to readers, and I really appreciate @mancoco for doing this. I was curious why Rick had not gotten a butt plug for Dan sooner. Clearly, he knows the more toxic cum that's in an ass/a pussy, the more likely of a conversion. My only logical reason for this omission is that he never really was interested about successfully converting his conquests. He was out to fuck younger guys, and if they converted fine, if not, that's was fine too. Rick got to fuck young, hot guys. The difference with Dan is there's an emotional connection that never existed with the others. Rick has a plan for Dan after he converts, but the details are yet to known to us. All we know now is that Rick hopes Dan's admission into the Poz Brotherhood comes soon. He states that both the effects of HIV and fucking Dan daily is taxing his body and stamina. Let us see/find out how many more charged loads it will take before Dan experiences the fuck flu. Another wonderful chapter, @mancoco! Thanks!

Just bottomed Anon again for this guy I've never seen. He ate me out and tongue fucked me, fingered me and then pushed his bare cock in and fucked me until he shot his load inside me.

Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

I never be able to understand this behaviour. If a guy wants safe sex he should request to have a condom. But if he wants to be barebacked then shut the fuck up and let the top breed him. What if a full blown AIDS top says that he is clean? Will he be less toxic. You are right, like kindergarten kids. 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

Chapter 9 (and final) —— Josh —— Did I really just flood my little brother's butt full of toxic cum?!?!? He looked so hot riding my cock and his hole felt so tight and warm around my cock that I couldn’t of stopped myself. It wasn’t a small load either. I put one of the biggest poz loads of my life balls deep in his second hole. It be a miracle if I hadn’t just knock up Sammy! My cock twitched at the idea as we laid next to each other catching our breaths. The sweat thick on both of us. One of his last neg load all across my abs and chest. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said, ready to get the awkward conversation out of the way. “Yea, that was intense, it was the best fuck of my life!” Sammy answered looking up at me with a big goofy smile. “What do you want to talk about? How soon we can go again? How often we can do it?” He was giggling as he asked his questions. His smile morphing into a mischievous one I had seen on many cock hungry boys. I also noticed his cock against my leg was now half hard where it had been soft seconds ago. “Woah there cowboy, its not time to mount up again. I need to mention something that might be a little startling to you.” I said as he moved his hand to my cock. I took his hand in mine to keep him from working my cock before we talked. “Okay, so I maybe should have told you this earlier but I am HIV positive and I haven’t been on antiviral medicine in a while. Well, truthfully, I never started them.” I told him looking into his eyes not knowing what to expect. “Oh, well umm I am not sure what to say to that. I mean I am negative or I was as of a few months ago when I tested last. I never got around to getting on Prep or anything.” Sam didn’t look upset or anything. He wasn’t smiling anymore instead his face was fixed into one of thought and concentration. It seemed like he was trying to figure something out. I stayed silent waiting to see what he was going to say. “I know that sounds bad that I was fucking raw and not on prep but I just wasn’t really worried about it. I mean I always fuck with regulars or friends of regulars. Plus, I tend to top more than bottom.” He finally said. “I understand that. I know serval guys like that. I was a bit of a chaser truthfully. I mostly top too, but I heard about a guy that pozzed up my friend. The guy had lied and told my friend that he was negative so he could stealth poz him. I decided to let the guy do the same to me. I been gifting guys since.” I briefly explained. “Ok, so chasing is guys that want HIV and gifting is giving HIV to someone that wants it. Stealthing is giving it to someone without them knowing. Do I have that right?” “Yea, in a nutshell that’s it.” I replied relieved at how he was handling it. Then he surprised me. “Have you ever stealth anyone? Wait, you didn’t tell Fernando before you bred him did you?” He was getting excited and his cock was starting to rally after it had deflated as we were talking. “Yea, I put my poz seed in his hole and he has no clue it was toxic. He wasn’t the first and won’t be the last I am sure.” I replied. Sam moved back to straddle my hips as he leaned down and put his lips to mine. We started to make out as he moved his hand to my nipple so he could play with it. I got rock hard instantly and as we made out he lowered his hole onto my cock slowly inching my dick into his used hole. My cum worked as lube to ease my now diamond hard poz cock into his sweet neg hole. My dick began working the charged cum from earlier deeper into Sam all while adding more dirty precum in his hole. He moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled together. He started to ride my cock harder and faster. I moved my hips so that my up stroke meet his downward motion. He broke our kiss and leaned back as he looked me in my eyes. There was so much desire there that it almost made me cum instantly. “I want you to infect my negative hole big brother!! I want to poz other men with you!! I want us to be pigs together and share our secret pozzings!!” Me practically cried to me. I came within seconds of him completing his last sentence. I flooded his negative hole with another huge load. He was for sure going to get my strain and become my poz son! As I was unloading in him Sam started to stroke his big fat uncut cock. I stopped him and picked us up flipping us around so he was now on his back on the bed. I reached over and grabbed lube from the night stand drawer. I sat back and squirted a glob in my hand and worked it over Sam’s monster cock. I then refilled my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole. I kept eye contact with Sammy as I applied the lube. I didn’t break eye contact either as I sat down on his big fat uncut dick. Going slowly as I started taking him in. His size was a lot to get use to but it felt right. Once I had it all the way in, I started to slowly ride him. Picking up speed as my hole stretched open. I wanted him to load me deep with what would be his last negative load. That is exactly what I told him as I was riding his dick. Up and down, faster and faster I rode as we talked dirty till finally Sam’s face scrunched up and I felt him fill my ass full of his seed. I was in heaven. I collapsed on him and rest on his chest as his cock softened and slide form my hole. I knew I’d want to feel him in me again and soon. We rested for a bit before moving to the shower where my little bro convinced me to put a third toxic load deep in him. This was going to be so much fun. Very soon he’d be my poz son and we’d be tagging and stealth pozzing negative ass all over the city!! ——————— I hope you all enjoyed the story. I feel like this is a good stopping point, at least for this part of the story. I may revisit again with a fresh chain/story in the future. Only time will tell. Thank you all for you positive feedback. I really have enjoyed reading all the comments and seeing all the reactions. Uncut

(continued) He finished running brushing my smooth chest and continued by running the backside of his hand down to my light treasure trail. Skillfully, and without hesitation, he unbuttoned by jeans. With that, he departed for the drinks. Watching what was taking place, not only with those immediately surrounding us but also with all the other eyes on the patio which were fixed on us, the man with the black jeans and boots moved behind me, Not long after he began to grind his cock into my back while reaching around and placing his hands down the front of my jeans. Here I was, a jock barely out of school, in the middle of the outdoor patio leather bar, taking it all in. My cock was becoming more and more ridged as the moments passed. Like in the dungeon, my uncle was observing all that was taking place, while also drawing the eyes of others who wanted to get fucked by a 30 something stud. The dude who had gone for the drinks returned and handed me and my uncle our whiskey on the rocks. He said with a whispered tone, “drink up.” Not thinking twice, I downed the Maker’s Mark. The conversation turned to what they had heard and seen. The had seen myself and the young muscled wrestler in the video in the dungeon. I asked, “What did you think?” the man with the mustache answered, “ You look like you knew what you were doing.” I replied, “I’ve had practice.” He asked, “Why isn’t the blond wrestler here?” I said, “We’re just getting started.” He said, “That’s what I’m counting on.” Looking around the pation it was getting more and more crowded. So crowded that it was hard to move. More and more men in only jeans and boots, were on the patio. I was a hot summer day, probably in the upper 90s, so everyone was getting sweaty. Many of the men passing by my side managed to rub their shirtless sweaty torso on me. I was collecting massive amounts of sweat and beginning to smell – I can of liked it. As a teenager in a leather bar, I was the eye candy and knew that my time was going to be limited. My uncle nodded to me and we moved through the crowd back inside, hit up the bartender for another drink (which ended being free) and then took the stairs to the second floor where there was a balcony and pool table. Sipping the drink we watched as the men ordered drinks and moved to the outside patio. Although only 18, I could hold my liquor, but I began to feel a little different and I couldn’t clearly focus. Everything was going on around me, the lights, the porn on the screens, the music, the pool, yet it was becoming more difficult to focus. Had the bartender, or someone else, put something into my drink?

I was cruising around in my full-rubber outfit. One guy was staring at me the whole time. After enough alcohol I gave myself in and said: Fuck me. He was not my type. Questions: Are you clean? Do you really take prep. OMG big turn off.At the end I shot my load thinking of anything else. He could not deliver. Long story short: If you wanna play with a big guy do not act like a pussy. Big turn off. The next weekend I travel to Berlin. Hope there is no kindergarten.

Hello everyone, I've been reflecting on my desires within the bareback community and wanted to bring up a topic that's been on my mind. I'm interested in exploring more bareback encounters but am specifically looking to engage in experiences that are free from drug use. My goal is to remain fully conscious and aware during these interactions, especially as I navigate the complex emotions and risks associated with possibly becoming HIV-positive. I understand this is a sensitive topic and many might have various thoughts or experiences to share. I believe that maintaining full awareness during such encounters enhances the emotional and physical experience and would like to discuss how others manage to keep their environments drug-free while embracing the bareback lifestyle. If you have participated in or know of any such gatherings, I would appreciate hearing about how you ensure these spaces remain conscious and focused on the experience itself rather than being clouded by substance use. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences.

I avoid and ignore any and all political posts because I'm already stressed and anxious as a full time caregiver. I've been on a total news and social media blackout for several years now. I mention all that to give context. However, when there are new posts on BZ I can't help but see the post name in notifications. It's great seeing something that's obviously a political post as I can ignore it. Seeing post titles that are innocuous sounding that I read and end up being political and disturbing isn't great, but I can usually stop reading before I get the gist. Then there are post titles like this one that pack in a wealth of historical horror you don't need to read the post to have your terrible day made worse. I've tried to find a way to ignore or not get notifications from some forums, but haven't found a solution so far. If I could do that, it would work for me. Since I can't find a way to do that, what ends up in a post title I have no choice but to see in notifications. To be very clear, I'm not suggesting there's anything inappropriate about this post. This is about me managing what content I consume to optimize my mental health in my current circumstances. Mods, is there a solution here that I've missed?

@mancoco You've done a great job of writing this story. Thank you so much. I know I speak for many of us, we hope that doesn't end for a long time. It's like streaming a series and hoping you don't get to the last episode.

I had time to read only the OP (sorry for that) What if we change the perspective. Why is it necessary to use drugs for any sexual activities? I had really nasty gay sexual life for 6 years without chms. I mean I was fucked by more than 10 guys for hours, collected as much cum as possible, etc. And although I started to use chms for fisting, I still play drugfree if it’s a simple session (I mean a session without ff)

Would love a sweaty pig session with Teddy Torres and Ian Sterling. Arses loose and open from fisting each others cunts slick with lube and piss.

SMH after coming in my ass “are you clean?” Why even ask that after the fact

a natural hairy dick and balls is the best

thisvid link [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/pure-pussy-breeding-a-26-load-cumdump/ I'd like to turn my own hole into a hole like the one in the video. The bottom's hole wraps around the dick and goes out with the dick on the way out. Also it seems that the bottom have control over this and can push out his hole as he wants for the top. Those two things and the way it looks are really attractive for me and I'd to have something like this as well. I assume it's a small prolapse or no? And most important - how to achieve this? Any guides or tips would be very appreciated. Maybe your hole is just like this and you know how to make it happen?

Kody was the cutest little twink you can picture. Wavy blonde hair with green eyes. He stood 5’ 9” with a total swimmer’s build. This white boy was a healthy shade of tan thanks to him being on the swim team. The tan was evenly throughout his entire body. He had only a slight tan line from his swim team speedo. He has a nice private backyard at home to sunbath in the nude to even his tan out when he was alone at home. Enter Mr. Spike. He was the school swim coach. He had 2 long years with Kody on his team and he thirsted over him every moment. He would not even let himself think on acting on his urges until he finally heard that the boy was turning 18 already. Kody was fully aware of Mr. Spike’s attraction and he was interested in the coach also. Mr. Spike was also a white man of swimmer’s build. He was former military so he still wore a crewcut, tight and neat. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a tall 6’ 0”. Kody had thirsted over Mr. Spike since he first laid eyes on him. The last day of school, Kody turned 18, he ran into the coach and was asked if he was doing anything special for his birthday. He responded that he had this family get together but that it was something rushed together because his mom and dad were going out of town the next morning for 2 weeks. This was the opening that Mr. Spike was waiting for. MS: Well if you don’t have any other plans on Friday night, I was looking for someone to come over to my place and help me make some choices. Some choices for the team. For next years’ team that is. I would really like your input if you have the time? Kody blushed and gave a little smirk. K: oh I’d love to go over and help you out. Any way I can. MS: Great then. I’ll write down my phone number and you can text me when you’re ready to come over. I’ll send over the address to my place. Kody took the number down in his phone and was off to home for his birthday festivities. The morning after, Kody said farewell to his parents as they drove off to the airport. They would be gone for 2 whole weeks. But all that Kody could think about was what he was going to wear over to Mr. Spike’s house later that day. Afternoon came and Kody texted his former teacher. The following message was a street address. Kody was nervous but committed to getting some teacher dick to suck on now that he was of age. He got dressed in his favorite underwear, a tee shirt and jeans that showed off his round ass. He took an uber to the address from the message. The uber was a short drive. Mr. Spike was only a few neighborhoods over from Kody’s own home. He got out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door. Nerves hit him and he paused before hitting the doorbell. Kody went over his game plan in his head. He didn’t have much of a game plan. He was just going to throw himself at Mr. Spike and wanted to at least such his dick before he left. He had sucked dick before but this would be his first time with a real man dick. He filled him mind with resolve, took a large breath of air, and touched the doorbell. Mr. Spike answered the door and opened the threshold to his invited guest. Kody glanced his host up and down before walking in. Mr. Spike was extremely casual as well, wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. As Kody walked around Mr. Spike, he noticed that perfect bubble butt perfectly caressed by the jeans the twink was wearing. Mr. Spike ushered the teen to the living room where they found the couch. Kody sat down and was handed the remote for the television. MS: Go ahead and put whatever you want on the tv. I’m gonna go get myself something to drink. Did you want something to drink? K: I’ll have whatever you are having. Mr Spike smiled back at the teen and disappeared into the kitchen. This left the teen alone in the living room where he looked around and tried to take in the whole situation. He eventually found the coffee table right in front of him. There was a second tier that was holding a glass object. Kody’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the glass object. He had just placed it on top of the coffee table when Mr. Spike reappeared with two glasses of coke and some G. Mr. Spike walked over and handed the teen his drink. He could tell the teen was trying to formulate the right question of ask, so he cut him off by simply handing the teen his drink. MS: Here you go. It’s a coke with a kick. Mr. Spike held out his glass inviting Kody to tap the drink before they both gulped down their drinks. Kody was unprepared for the slight bitter taste of his drink. He though it must be alcohol. Mr. Spike did say that it had a kick. Besides, he was going to need all the liquid courage he could muster today. After they drained their cups, Kody’s eyes returned to the glass object on the coffee table. Kody opened his mouth to start asking but Mr. Spike cut him off. MS: oh that’s not important. Its just a little fun I have once and a while. Not for kids you know. Let me just put that back down there. He reached for the pipe and lowered it back to it’s original spot. MS: You have the remote remember. Go ahead and put something on. We can just hang before we get to business. Kody’s curiosity kept intruding and he finally gathered his courage and asked Mr Spike what the glass object was. MS: oh that’s just a man’s pipe. It’s filled with some really good stuff but only for men. Sorry boy. Not for you. Kody did know what was coming over him. he had never had any inclination to try any drugs before but there in front of Mr. Spike, he felt the need to prove himself. Kody pulled out the lighter that was stationed next to the pipe. K: How much of a man do you want me to be Mr. Spike? Why don’t you show me? He handed the pipe and lighter over to the host. Mr. Spike was taken back a bit by how forward the boy was being and he loved it. Mr. Spike lit the pipe and took a big hit, letting out a big white cloud. Without talking, he hands the pipe over to Kody. Ever in the rush to prove himself to the man, Kody took his own big hit. He held it in as long as he could before releasing his own white cloud. Mr. Spike was quite impressed. He waved the teen on to keep taking hit after hit. He left the teen finish off the bowl by himself. This left the teen feeling plenty high. MS: Feeling good? Yeah, I know you are. We’ll lets get down to business. I invited you over to help me pick out the uniform for next years swim team. I need you to help model them for me so I can make a good decision. Mr. Spike handed the teen a small bag of clothing and pointed the way to the bathroom. Kody was flying high and did as he was directed. Kody disappeared into the bathroom. MS: Go ahead and try on the black and green pair first. Mr. Spike had just finished reloading the pipe when Kody popped out wearing a pair of black compression shorts with a green lightning bolt through the crotch area. The Coach handed the filled pipe to Kody and started feeling him up. Kody just lit the pipe when Mr Spike’s hands found the teens backside. He left out a soft moan. MS: How do they make you feel? K: they feel great but I don’t think I like the colors. MS: I agree. Lets try a different pair then. Kody retreated to the bathroom and emerged. This time he was wearing a pair of royal blue speedos. The coach handed the pipe to the teen. After his hit, Kody described how these new pair felt. He liked them but found the fabric confining. The teen again retreated but he hesitated to come out and show off the new pair of speedo. He asked Mr. Spike to close his eyes and only after he agreed did he come out. Kody stood there in front of his close-eyed coach in a pair of almost completely see through white speedos. It was a combination of the worn out frabric and the fact that the teen clearly wet the white material making it even more see though than normal. The coach couldn’t help himself anymore, he opened his eyes and marveled at the sight before him. All the man could do was stare and drool. Kody reached forward and picked up the pipe. MS: I think we found a winner. K: Close your eyes again. Please. Sit down please. The coach was happy to oblige with the require. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. The teen waved his hands in front of the coach’s eyes and got no response. He then dropped the white speedo to the floor. Kody took a step forward and left himself fall into the coach’s arms. Mr Spike felt the wet touch of the teen’s body against his own skin. He let his hands surround the teen and settle down on the teen’s perfectly round ass. He opened his eyes and thought he had died and gone to heaven. He traced the almost unfindable tan lines on the teen’s body. The coach stood up and let his monster dick point it’s way out of the sweatpants he is wearing. He pushes the pipe to the teen and tells him to take a big hit and put his mouth of the coach’s dick. The teen listens as he is told and is blowing clouds on the big 9 inch dick in no time at all. Kody couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. he had planned on sucking the coach off but never really thought in a million years it would actually come true. His own 7 inch dick had long since been set free from the speedo material. Kody was getting all he had dreamt of today and was resolved to heading home soon after he got his coach’s load in his mouth. Mr. Spike had other plans. He picked up the twink and threw him over his shoulder. He took him back to his bedroom. Before Kody would protest, Mr. Spike already had his tongue in the boy’s hole. this was the first time the teen had ever even thought of let alone experienced a rim job. In no time at all, the teen’s hole was a wet slobbery mess. The coach picked him up and pushed him up further on the bed so he could get behind the poor unsuspecting twink. He never even saw it coming. During the rimming, the coach reached underneath his bed for some Vaseline. He lathered up his throbbing dick and placed his thick head at the teen’s hole. By the time Kody felt the slicked up dickhead against his hole, it was too late. The coach pushed forward with a quick jab and the head pushed it’s way into the teen. The teen screamed out loud and had his head pushed down into the bed. He screamed for the coach to stop and pull out. The coach was unrelenting. He kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Kody was crying out in pain. He begged and begged for this man to stop ripping him in two. Mr Spike just laughed and continued to thrust into the once virgin hole he was now splitting open. At one point, it seemed like Mr. Spike was slowing down. He slowed his rhythm down and held his hips for a moment. This gave the teen a moment to catch his breath and start thanking the coach for stopping. But this moment was short-lived. Mr. Spike just repositioned the twink from his stomach to his back. Never once did he pull out. he left the entire length inside the teen. He pulled the teen’s legs and ankles up on his shoulders and then returned to smashing the poor teen into the bed. K: Please stop. it hurts. Go slower. I’m a virgin. MS: Were a virgin. Nice and tight. You knew you wanted this. You were a virgin but you wanted to come submit to me and take your first load. You wanted this since before you even came over to my house. I’m just giving you what you need. You know you want this big dick. That’s why you smoked up my shit and why you are still a little hard. Kody looked between his body and the coach’s. He was in fact still half hard and leaking precum. K: Oh Gawd. I do like it. Fill me up with your babies. I need every drop deep inside of me. Mr Spike finally collapsed on the twink and filled him to the brim full of his cum. He let the teen clean up and then they chilled for a while before starting over again. They did have a long time before Kody needed to be home afterall. Two weeks was going to go by so fast.

I never understood this either. Dudes should wear a condom if they want to be safe, or they can make the decision to bareback and accept the risks—simple. The adults in the room get it, but many of these boys need to learn the program.

EXACTLY! For this slut, hairy, smooth, cropped, clipped, cut, uncut, big, small, medium, thick, thin and everything in between is great. The only requirement is that he wants to fuck my ass raw and I prefer being able to worship his dick, balls and ass prior to him using my butt for his pleasure. The rest are details and differences to be savored...

I get real turned on when my cocksucker is choking and gagging when I’m balls deep down his throat. I got one cocksucker who always chokes and gags when I fuck his throat BUT he always keeps his mouth open and takes my cock as hard and as deep as I want without ever trying to pull off me. I tell him I’m gunna cum and he holds his breath while I pump my sperm down his throat. Then I tell him to swallow.

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

Yesterday I made a trip to Brown Bag Video in Ottawa Illinois. I have only been there one other time and my expectations were not high but I thought I would give it a shot. You pay a clerk the 10 dollar fee and go back to the cinema/lounge where they have about 20 nice sized booths playing preselected videos. Most are not very good. I’m not a big porn consumer but I really don’t like production porn where the men are using condoms. It’s not representative of the sex I have. Anyway.. I walked around the very dark hallways looking in the open rooms to only see a few men standing or sitting on the benches watching the videos. I went into a booth and within a minute an older man with a belly came in to my room and closed the door behind him. I stood up and he grabbed my crotch through my pants and started to unbutton his. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and started pulling down my pants. He turned me around and bent me over. I really like it when a man is Dom so I did as the daddy wanted. He started to eat my pussy with a skill level that let me know it was definitely not his first. After a few minutes he stood me back up and turned me around and told me to suck him. His cock was nice. It was fat and about 7.5 or 8” long. As a seasoned bottom I sucked his cock good and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and to keep doing my job. After several more minutes he stood me up and kissed me again for a few minutes and turned me back around to eat my pussy again. He then asked if I wanted his load and I shook my head yes. He said where do you want daddy’s load and I just spread my cheeks open. He said good boy again and slid his cock in me. He started to piston me slow while telling me how good my cunt felt. I just kept moaning and thanking him. He kept saying what a good boy I was to just be there to take all loads for daddy’s. I said yes sir. He then asked me one more time, where I wanted his load. I said deep in my pussy sir. He did I was a good boy again and said I was going to get it. He then bred me deep. When he seemed to be done I turned around and sucked him clean. He said I was a good boy again and left. This was the first of a few I took yesterday.

We got out of bed and took a shower together. It was the first time we showered together. While we washed up we also kissed, touched each other's body. I even sucked his cock but didn't have him cum as I wanted it my pussy I told him. He laughed. We made breakfast and ate and talked about what we each were going to do today. He had to go into work for a little while. I told him I had to stop by Jane's place to pick up some things that I left at her place and she told me to come and get. Jane and I were on ok terms and texted once in a while. We finished up breakfast and I got ready to leave. Daddy reminded me no fucking anyone else but if I wanted to I could give other guys a bj. I said dont worrry I only want him and have his baby. He smiled and we kissed. "Daddy can I ask you a question" I said "Sure" Rick replied "Will you be fucking other guys?" I asked "Not sure. Why?" he said "I don't know. I would hope you would only fuck me at least till your seed takes and I get knocked up" I said "Of course, baby. I won't fuck anyone else till you get knocked up. Ok" he said I smiled we kissed and thanked him. I got dressed in running shorts and shirt. I texted Jane before I left the house that I was coming over to get my stuff. She texted back and said she wasn't there but her friend would be there to let me in. She told me where my stuff was. I asked her how things were going and she said ok but her friend's father was visiting and had been there over a week now and it was getting cramped. He was a little creepy as he would look her over a lot. I drove over and parked at her place. I knocked on the door and an older man was there in tshirt and shorts. "Yes can I help you?" he said "I am Dan, I am here to pick up my stuff that is in Jane's room" I said "Oh yeah your her ex boyfriend" he said "Come in and get your stuff" he said. I could smell alcohol on his breath. I was only 11am. I walked in and went to Jane's room. He followed me in and stood at the doorway. "I will only be a minute", I said "Ok I will wait here." he said I felt like he didn't trust me. I just let it go and gathered my stuff. I couldn't find my PS so I looked around. I called Jane. She said it might be in some box under her bed. I got on my knees and looked under her bed. I found it and pulled it out. As I stood up and turned around her roommate's father was stroking his cock thru his shorts while looking at me. "You have a nice ass. I'd love to fuck it right now and I think you would like it too. I heard your a fairy fag and that's why you broke up" he said "Thank you. I think I should leave" I said "Not yet boy. You were showing your nice ass to me and I want some of it" he said. He now took out his cock from his shorts. It was a nice 7" thick cock. I looked at it. "Yeah you faggot I can tell you want this don't you" he said "I think I should go" I said "Not till you at least give my cock a kiss boy. I see you staring at it" he said. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I could see the rage and hunger in his eyes. I put the down the PS walked over to him got on my knees and kissed his cock a few times and then licked my lips of his precum. "Fuck yeah faggot go ahead and suck it I know you want it" he said pushing his cock into my mouth. I let him in and started to suck and lick his cock. He pushed and it entered my throat. I thought I might as well make him cum as soon as I can so I can leave. I went full force and gave him a bj and worked his cock over. He started to moan loudly. "Ohhhh fuck you faggot. I never had a bj like this before" he moaned pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I tongued worked over his head trying to get him to cum. He kept pumping and I kept sucking, licking and tonguing. I even started to lick and suck on his balls then went back to his cock. "Ohhh fuck you are a faggot. I can't imaging you fucking Jane. She is hot and bet has a juicy pussy. I bet you didn't make her cum. You were mean to be a cock sucking faggot" he said and with that he started to cum in my mouth. He shot a huge load about 7-8 spurts of hot cum. I swallowed it quickly and kept sucking on his cock. He actually tasted really good. I pulled back from his cock and licked my lips. "Fuck boy that is the best bj I have ever had. That was even better than a lot of pussy I have had" he said I told him thank you and started to get my stuff and walked towards the front door. He followed me out still calming down from his orgasm. He grabbed my ass and told me he wanted to fuck me the next time I was over and maybe if we would meet up next week. I told him I was busy but would let him know. He wrote down his number and gave it to me. I thanked him and left.

I opened my eyes, it was 8:30am. I felt my ass wet then a tongue. It was Rick licking my ass. I was sleeping on my side and moved one of my knees further up to give him more access and let out a moan. "Your pussy tastes good in the morning" he said. He went back to eating me out and fingering me. I felt his fingernail scrape me again. He leaned over and kissed me our tongues danced. Then I felt his cock push into my ass. I moaned into his mouth. He was half way in. It still hurt a bit as he pushed into me. In this position he was stretching my ass in a different angle. After he was all the way in me, he started to pound me. I lay there on my side panting and moaning. Feeling him deep in me and pushing and invading my depths. My cock was now hard and leaking. He kept up his pace. This was not intimate and not animal. It was with purpose, to dump another load of his poz hot cum in my cunt. I lay there in bliss taking his cock, relishing as he raked over my prostate and grunted as I felt the scrapes burn as with each thrust of his fat cock reopens the scrape. I grunt thru the pain knowing this will help his DNA latch onto mine and impregnate me. This realization makes my ass throb and squeeze and my cock leak. "Hmm what you thinking about boy. I see you looking into space but feel your cunt squeeze my cock" he said "I am feeling your cock deep in my cunt. I feel it rip the scrapes you have made in me. I know it will help with you marking me with your DNA and impregnating me. It makes me feel sexy and I get aroused even though it hurts when I feel your cock rip in me" I said calmly holding his arm as he thrust in me. "Yes it will. I want to knock you up so bad baby. I am so happy you are accepting and wanting your place as my bottom and to enjoy all the pleasure that will come with it" he said as he started to pick up pace fucking me hard. I moaned and panted as he picked it up. In a few strokes he raked and rammed my prostate making moan even louder. We kissed and then he started to kiss and nibble at my neck, making me moan even louder. His hand found my nipples and pinched them. I was panting and moaning uncontrollably, and started again to feel that wave deep in my ass and groin and started to cum. "Im cumming Daddy" I yelled And he picked up his pace even more pumping into me and started to moan and unleash more of his potent ball cream into me. I felt one or two spurts into me mixing with my ass juice. "Ahhhhhh fuck your cunt is squeezing me boy" he moaned. I could feel my ass wrapping around his cock. He kept pumping into me. I felt all his cum from the night push deeper into me. He finally slowed down sweat dripping on me and pulled out his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood and ass juice. I went down and on him and licked and sucked his meat. We both lay back and also ate my cum that was on the sheets. "Thank you Daddy" I said "You are welcome baby" he said. "Lets get some breakfast" he said.

I woke up. It was a little after 3am on the clock. I got up to use the bathroom. My ass was sore as I walked. I could feel the bruising and scrapes in my ass, as I walked. I went back to bed. Rick was laying flat with his huge meat laying flaccid but large on his thigh. I couldn't help and started to tease it with my finger. It slowly started to get hard. Then I leaned over and started to lick the head slightly as not to wake him. After a minute or two his cock was hard now. I couldn't help myself and started to suck the first few inches of his cock. I kept it up for a few minutes then started to taste precum leaking out of his cock. I now started to spit on his now hard cock getting it hard and started to deep throat him. "Hmm boy that's a nice way to wake up" he said "Shhh Daddy just sit back and enjoy" I said I then got up and straddled his cock facing him and put his head at the entrance. I pushed down and winced in pain. He was looking up at me smiling and his hands now on my waist. I kept pushing down working thru the pain. Even though he just fucked me twice, my ass was still sore and tight. I was half way down on his hard obelisk. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I kept pushing and pumping slowly to get more in. I felt him at my second hole and pushed in and winced in pain. Finally I rest on his groin. I had all of him in me. "You did all the work earlier Daddy. Now it's my turn. OMG you feel so good in me. " I said and gave him a kiss as I started to grind on his cock. It was still bruising my inside but it began to feel good. I started to slide up on down his hard shaft. Then I gyrated my hips churning on his cock. He let out a moan. I knew how that felt as a top and I kept it up. My cock was hard and now leaking on his stomach. I started to pick up pace bouncing on his hard cock buried deep in me. "Ohhh Daddy" I moaned "Yeah baby just ride Daddy's cock like a good boy" he said I kept bouncing up on his cock, gyrating in between. My ass convulsed on its own squeezing his thick meat in me. His hand were now on my nipples pulling and pinching them. I winced and moaned at the same time. It also made my ass milk him more. "Fuck yeah boy. That pussy is milking the shit out my cock. Keep it up and you will get Daddy's hot pozzed cum in you" he said moaning I picked up my pace even though my legs were getting tired. But I didn't stop and it was like training, I was going to work thru the pain to get his seed in me. "Damn boy you have stamina" he said I just moaned and kept going. I was not in a zone. Just focused on pouncing on and squeezing his cock. I wanted to pleasure him so much. "Yes Daddy I want to give you pleasure I want to please you and I want your charged cum in my cunt" I moaned and rode faster picking up my pace. I also intentionally started to squeeze his cock hard. "Oh fuck boy keep it up and you are going to get Daddy's baby batter deep in your pussy" he said "Yes Daddy cum in me please cum please I need you" I moaned out loudly I felt the swell in my groin as I started to cum. My cock shot a few spurts of cum out. My ass spasmed around his meat. I started to slow down coming down from my orgasm. "Don't slow down bitch. Daddy didn't cum yet" he said "Yes Daddy" I said I quickened my pace and rode his cock again quickly. I kept riding his cock for another 5 minutes then he moaned and I felt him cum and shoot his load in me. I was now horny and kept riding him milking every drip of his seed. I could feel my ass squeeze his cock "Yeah milk me good boy" he said playing with my nipples. Then out of nowhere I started to feel another wave and came as his cock was wrecking my prostate I was cumming again. I couldn't believe it. Only a small spurt came out but Daddy moaned as I came I started to milk his cock again. He moaned and started to push up into my ass keeping it deep in me. As I came down from another orgasm I leaned down and kissed him. He scooped up my cum and put some in my mouth and ke licked up the rest. "Neg cum. It will only last a little longer" he said as I licked his fingers clean tasting my negative cum. "Let's hope so. I want you so bad in me Daddy. Your dna, your cream, making me pregnant" I said kissing him back "You will baby you will. Don't worry Daddy has a high VRL" he said smiling. I lifted off of him clenching my ass to keep his cum in me. I cleaned off his wet cock with cum and some of my blood. Then kissed him sharing our fluids. "Good your pussy is still bleeding. It will take easier like your ovulating" he said smiling "Funny you use that word. I brought up again to him how other guys were hitting on me and even the Professor used that work. They said they could smell my taint and that I was horny and ovulating" I said "Yes we can smell each other. And tops can smell other bottoms especially when they are horny. And I bet you were putting out a a lot of pheromones. You want cock so badly and I bet your cunt was wet" he said "It was and when I was horny I could feel my ass. I mean my pussy spasm." I said "Good. You have so much ahead of you. So many pleasures. Look at how you just came again" he said "Yes Daddy. I never felt orgasms like that or ever had two in a row like that" I said "This will become more common as you embrace your pussy and being a true bottom: he said I could see he as getting drowsy as was I. I cuddled up next to him smelling his pit. We both fell fast asleep. ,

Rick POV Laying in bed I was thinking I couldn't imagine how lucky I had gotten with Dan. When I first met him that young man who never had a real experience with another man and now I was breeding him. He wasn't like the other boys I met via online apps or even the ones at the bars. He was innocent and untouched. He was also straight and a top which made it more of a quest. He knew what a bottom needed and made them moan and he was enjoying the other end of it. I was also so happy he held out. I was nervous he wouldn't make it and get fucked my another POZ and have HIV already. I would have fucked him but it wouldn't be the same. His pussy is so hot. I've had young taking before but his has a mind of its own. Its shape, how it remains so tight and its involuntary spasm and milking is unlike any piece of ass I have had in memory. I also do care for him. He is so sweet and fun to be around. Youthful but not immature, fit but not bulky, and very flexible. I have so many plans for him. He has no idea what lies ahead for him.

He kept in me and on me. We kissed, our tongue dancing together as my legs kept him in me. I was so happy and so was he. He was still hard in me. "Hmmm boy your pussy is still milking me. You want it all don't you" he said He was right I could feel my ass squeezing his cock. "Yes Daddy I do. I want all your dna in me. All that hot cream of yours. I want you so much" I said He was still grinding deep in me and then he started to pump me. I could feel his cock juice squishing around in me. I just moaned and started to breath heavy. It was beautiful. Him in my arms he in me and still hard fucking me again. I was in heaven. He started to pick up his pace then lifted my legs back and then started to pound into me. He was fucking me so hard I felt like the wind was getting knocked out of my lungs especially as I was moaning and panting. "Ughhh Daddy yeah fuck me hard. I need you" I moaned "You are Daddy's bitch aren't you. Daddy's little whore" he said as he pounded into me I moaned, "Yes Daddy" "Yes Daddy what" he barked "Yes Daddy I am your little whore, your bitch, your cunt" I said while panting "Yeah. Fuck baby you has an amazing pussy. I am going to breed it and own it" he said fucking me know like a machine It felt good but it also hurt. He was ramming deep into my pass my second ring and when he pulled out and back in again it was moving around my insides. He fucked me like that for another 5 minutes. I was amazed how a man of his age had so much stamina. The he pulled out and flipped me over like a doll and placed me on my stomach flat. He grabbed my ass and kind of sat on it and rammed his huge cock in me. I yelled in pain. It was like his cock ripped into me for the first time. "Shut up bitch you know you want it. Fuck your cunt is so tight. Damn it feels so good" he said pumping me I couldn't get up on all fours as he was sitting on my thighs with his hands gripping my waist. The angle his cock was entering me was intense. It felt like it was ripping my inside like it couldn't expand or flex to meet his girth and length. It hurt but it was also pleasurable as he was wrecking my prostate with each stroke and then ripping past into my stomach. I moaned and panted in pleasure and yelled when it hurt. He didn't care, he was on a mission to make me have his baby. That thought gave me focus and turned on a switch in my brain. It was like in swimming training when you are in pain you just push through it. My yells of pain turned into grunts and my moans got more muffled. I was focused to offer him my body and let him take it however he wanted. He kept going pounding me like an oil derrick looking for oil. My ass lifted a little off the bed where it could to meet his the thrust of his hard stick. He noticed a change in my demeanor and started to be fuck me harder. I took it, grunting and moaning. He didn't say anything. The room was just the sound of him ramming into me and my ass clapping back and his hard breathing and my grunting and moaning. It was like we were both on a mission. Him to breed me and me to take it. Nothing more nothing less. He kept it up for another five minutes shifting on occasion and hitting different spots in me some hurting more some making me moan louder. There was no talking. I could feel that deep wave in me start to happen. I began to moan loudly I could feel my ass spasm around his obelisk in me. I started to orgasm. I felt my cock eject hot cum on the sheets below. Then he started to pant more and I felt his cock expand and spasm. He moaned out loud. "Fuck I'm going to own you" he said spasming in my ass. My ass pushed back on him trying to get all of his cock in me. We kept this up for at a slower pace for another minute as he emptied all his charged seed deep in my cunt. "Fuck baby your pussy is still milking me" he said grinding in me. He finally pulled out. I turned and cleaned him off. There was blood on his cock mixed in with cum and my ass juice. He held my head. After I was finished cleaning him we kissed deeply sharing the taste of our fluids mixed together. He went down on me and sucked on my cock sucking out any cum left in me then swallowed. "Yummy. Your last negative load" he said smiling. He scooped off my cum off the sheets and put his fingers in my mouth. I devoured and sucked on his fingers cleaning them and making love to them. "You do that so well" he said "I remember the first time you placed your fingers in my mouth. It felt so sensual" I said "I was better than I thought it would be" he said "How so?" I asked "It was my first step to see if you would taste your own precum and second if you liked something in your mouth" he said smiling And then it clicked in my head. "Was that part of your plan" I asked "Yes. I wanted to introduce you to male intimacy slowly. I didn't know if you would taste your own precum and was surprised you did so soon after our meeting. But the way you licked and sucked my fingers. I was so tender and I could feel your enjoyment, I knew you would be mine one day" he said "I am so glad you did Daddy. I feel so content right now with you" I said holding his hand and licking his finger, teasing it. "Me too baby. I have so many plans for you" he said "Like what?" I asked "That is for later. We need to get your pregnant first" he said smiling. "Daddy" I said "Yes Dan" he replied "Thank you for taking me. And I have to admit I am so happy to be in your bed with you now. I was so jealous of those other boys who you fucked on your bed and you would only do it with me on the couch. I feel special with you now." I said "I know. I am glad you changed your mind. I wanted to fuck you on my bed and have you sleep here with me. This is the beginning of many more nights like this" he said I teared and kiss him softly on the lips. "I want to be in your bed forever" I said "You will be boy" he replied cuddling with me. He lay back down and I lay cuddling up to him with my face near his pit. The smell was intoxicating. We were both exhausted and fell fast asleep.

a really painfully big one for me, but I was so fucking horny and had seen this man several times in a bar - he knew what I wanted and I got it, out back, he sent me this the next day

Thank you all for your responses and for sharing your experiences. I'm really glad to see that others share this approach to barebacking, keeping it in a healthy, drug-free environment. @jeff238 and @BootmanLA, I completely agree with you. The pleasure comes from direct contact, the connection, and the intensity of the moment, without having to deal with unnecessary complications caused by drugs. @Poz50something, your testimony is powerful, and I appreciate your honesty. It’s a strong reminder of the consequences that some experiences can have. I firmly believe that sex should remain a moment of pleasure and clarity, not something ruined by substances that alter perception and experience. Your story really highlights that it’s never trivial. Personally, I try to be clear from the start with my partners about my expectations and boundaries. I’d love to know how you guys bring up the topic with new people. Do you ask directly? Do you wait for signs that might indicate drug use? I'm curious to hear your approaches to avoiding these kinds of situations. Thanks again for the discussion!

I think it’s because they know that they can do the shit with you that they could never get away with at home because it could forever change their relationship -you can’t unsee the nasty deep shit and you never see them the same again so basically you take it all out on the holes who aren’t gonna judge you or hold it against you later

Big promises saying you just stick it in and all will be good, but will see how it goes if I ever get my hands on these things. I play a lot with not experienced guys, they want to get fucked but douching is not something they know about. Maybe this works for them. But then I have to convince my curious first time bi guy to have a random ball stuck up his butt, so that is maybe a new problem!

Hmmm so Rick is very aware of Dan’s sexual appetite and the monster within… of his limited stamina and has also considered ‘other’ means of making sure Dan gets pregnant. So many potential different plots for this story! Thank you @mancoco, I look forward to seeing where you take us!

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

I say I don't want to cheat on my gf, but I just can't help it. The thought of cock just turns me on too much, I've only fucked behind her back a few time but fuck it was hot. Next time I want to have a few loads deep in my ass before I go back to her and fuck her

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Zoe Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): (502) 821-0577 (texting is much better and mention this post or the website to get a quicker response) A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Louisville Kentucky 40291 Times you're generally not available: Mon-Fri 6am-5pm Age: 36 Height: 5'6" Weight: 200lbs Ethnicity: white

He lost focus on your preferences and needs. The breeder sets the language and tone.

First thing I ever caught was Crabs from my uncle and his boyfriend, over the last three decades Gono & Syph twice, and in summer of 2024 I caught Herpes--Strut SF said herpes sometimes is a sign of HIV, tested and they were right--HIV+.

The dreaded HIV, the clap, and crabs…

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

(Continued) Received a call midweek to show at uncle’s house after work Friday and to bring Steve. Steve showed up for work on Friday as usual; tight cloths which highlighted every muscle the young chiseled stud possessed. Working next to him in the galley kitchen, I could not help but think about the tight butt with the worked hole. His puckered lips wrapped around my uncle’s massive cock. Steve’s growing alpha male body count, his raw tool destroying my hole and then my lips and tongue cleaning every drop of his cum. As we were quickly closing the kitchen at the end of the night, cleaning the grill and all surfaces, the sweat drenching the back of his shirt, I could tell Steve was rushing so we could get down to business. He removed the apron, turned to me and rubbed his cock, and nodded towards the back door. I was ready to go. As we walked to the parking lot I suggested that we ride together and he said good idea. As I hopped in his car I could smell the sweat from his gym cloths. Arriving at my uncles house, we noticed an unusual number of cars on the street. As we approached the door I could see shadows in the window. I rang the door bell and as he opened the door I could see three other men in their 30s in jeans and a harness. We were invited in and offered a drink. One of the three men was smooth with nipple rings, roughly 6’ 2”, 190 lbs, dark hear, with a few tattoos. The other was a 5’ 10” 175 lb blond, smooth, chiseled body, stubbled beard. The last was a 6’, black bodybuilder. Porn was playing on the TV in the front room. I turned and noticed that it looked familiar. I did a double take and realized it was the dungeon in the basement. The guys in the video were standing before me With the front door shut, the lighting subdued, we were told to be like everyone else and remove our shirts. We quickly replied and as we did, the blond and black guy came, one after the other, and firmly twisted our nipples. I looked over at Steve and the young stud had his stern, aggressive, this fuckin shit is hot, look on his face. He was starting to get into it. The dark haired man now came and grabbed my crotch. As he did, I could feel my cock begin to ooze precum. As he moved on to Steve, as he grabbed his package, Steve reached out and manhandled the older guys package. There was obvious sexual tension between the two. He belonged in this group. Next we were told to get out of our jeans. Neither of us in our boxers, as we stripped both our cocks were fully erect. We were invited into the kitchen for another drink. The only two now naked, we made our way to the kitchen for a stiff drink while the others remained in the living room, clothed in their jeans and harness. After a large glass of whiskey which we shared, we returned to the front room with the four men whispering. Reaching the middle of the room I was ordered to my knees and to begin serving Steve’s massive wrestler cock. I gladly got to my knees and took his cock in my mouth and he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing his meat down my throat. As he continued to work my throat, the blond came over and once more grabbed Steve’s nipples. The black man took his place behind Steve and put his arms around his chest as his hips continued to face fuck me. Needing to breath, I pulled back and allowed his precum to string from his cock to my mouth. Turning my head, I noticed my uncle beginning to light a cigar. His plans were unfolding perfectly.

As a married man, I can only offer my personal insights. I’m sure I am not the only married man whose wife won’t even attempt anal. I have always had a thing for breeding younger guy ass. Most ass, compared to pussy, are typically tighter and I never hit bottom; my wife complains if I get too rough and if I keep poking the floor of her pussy. Than their is the whole social stigma that’s two guys fucking is wrong and immoral. So not only am I fucking another dude, I’m also fucking social norms. Than of course their is the entire removal of any possibility of pregnancy. When I lived with guys I was fucking, I typically unloaded into them at least a couple times a day, usually more. I never had any afterthought if they remembered to take their bith control or not. It was so sexually liberating. Now that I rarely find local guys I want to fuck, but when I do, I am unleashing months, if not more, of sexual frustration into my subs ass. again, this is just my personal opinion.

I would love to use this to dump deep inside you