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Going to the doctor is a pain in the ass, but when your doc blocks the renewal of your Truvada script, he has you by the short hairs. I booked the last appointment of the day to minimize the time off work. When I arrived, the waiting room was packed out. I stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in my suit. Most of the guys were casual, wearing jeans or shorts. Given the time of day, I guessed most of the guys weren't working, particularly as my doc has a large infectious disease practice. Some of them were clearly long-term poz, showing a little wasting and or a lot of vascularity. So fucking sexy! Soon I was brought to a room, and shortly thereafter Doctor Woods came in and gave me a warm hug. It's great having a doctor close to my own age, and so sexy too. I've been going to Brad for several years, and we have a great doctor / patient relationship. We're both early 30's and keep ourselves fit. From time to time I see Brad and his boyfriend at the gym and out at the clubs. They are both tall and lean, and surprisingly vascular from exercise. Having seen both Doc Woods and his boyfriend in the showers at the gym, I knew he has a sweet uncut cock, just like mine, and his boyfriend is cut and has huge low-hangers. Both of them are also quite gifted, swinging big packages. "Rik! Dude! It's been six months since your last appointment! To stay on Truvada, I need to see you every six months." "Yeah, sorry, I've been busy with work and just didn't make the time...." He looked in my eyes and held the gaze for a while to make his point, and said "Go ahead and take everything off except for your underwear, and then up on the table." He asked the usual health history questions you might expect as he was feeling around my neck and then listening to my heart and lungs. His hand grabbed on to my pec as he listened to my back. He gave my tit a little squeeze and then gave a little tweak on my nip... which made my cock spring to attention. He made some notes and then asked, "I'm going to assume you've been sexually active, right?" He gave me a big smile, because he knew that I was testing just how good Truvada really is. "Yep, I'm breeding and seeding. Always looking for holes and poles." "I don't doubt it; your reputation is firmly intact. Once a slut, always a slut! (He's called me a slut in the locker room at the gym, so this isn't anything new!) “Go ahead and lay down and turn on your side. I'll do a rectal swab and check your prostate." I slid my underwear off, then turned to my left side. Dr Woods lightly touched me under my leg saying "Bring your knees up towards your chest." Then he brought a rectal swab and a specimen container over to the table, commenting "The lube is cold, sorry." With that, his gloved finger slid inside me. And... I was totally boned at the feeling of his finger probing my hole. He had done it several times over the years, but each time I find it completely hot. As his finger felt-up my prostate he shot a few more comments to me: "It feels like this hot hole is seeing a lot of action. There was almost no resistance to my finger." "I've had a fist or two up there, and I always enjoy having a hot top breed me to keep me in practice." "You do have hot ass... and interesting choice of word. 'Breed'. Do you know whether or not you've taken any poz loads?" "Yeah, I imagine I have. But most guys are undetectable these days. I don't even ask anymore." "Yeah ... a cum dump. You haven't had a guy tell you he just gave you a poz load?" "Not often enough!" "Yeah, a lot of my patients get off on that. You get off on taking toxic loads?" His continued rubbing of my prostate and working my hole was making me crazy. This wasn't the conversation I imagined I'd be having with my doctor. "Doc, you better take it easy there, you got me close!" "I don't think I heard an answer to my question." "Oh god ... yes ... yeah, I get off on toxic loads ... fuck I'm going to cum!" With that, he inserted a couple more fingers up my hole, and with the other he put the specimen cup over my uncut cock. "Cum in the cup, stud." I had one of the biggest orgasms I've had in a while. I did my best to get my load inside the cup, but I made a mess everywhere. "Nicely done, stud. Just relax for a minute and I'll do your rectal swab." I felt him swabbing my hole and then heard it go into its receptacle. He placed the uncovered specimen jar on the counter. "Take a minute to pull yourself together. Here's a couple paper towels, clean yourself off. Don't worry about the mess. Leave your shirt off. Teddy is going to come in and draw some blood. I'll be back before you leave, I need to consult with another doctor about something." I dressed and moved over to the chair. The exam table had cum everywhere ... and some dripping down the wall. I guessed Teddy would be tasked with dealing with the mess. I've known Teddy for years. He's a hairy 5'8" Italian fireplug that I've fucked with over the years at the baths. He's one of those guys who has a a 5:00 o’clock shadow at 10:00 AM. Back in the day, he would be described as a Castro Clone, sporting brown hair and bushy mustache. Way before seeing him at Doctor Wood's office, when we met up at the sex club, he worshipped my muscular arms and pecs before we'd get down to breeding. Now he gets to perv out over my veiny arms during a blood draw. I'm got low body fat, so giving blood is no big deal. I've got veins for days. The standard routine is I lay my arm out for him to find a vein, and he lightly traces his fingers up and down my arm, while telling me hot sexy it is. When Teddy arrived, he stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked over to me giving me a quick kiss, saying, "Hey sexy!" Being about 6" taller than him, I'm at a perfect height for him to latch onto a nip and let him suck it to being fully hard. If I hadn't just cum, I would have been aching to fuck him right there. Teddy broke the daydream and asked, "We're doing the usual HIV labs, right?" I replied "No, Teddy, I'm neg and on Truvada." He said, "Oh, sorry. Most guys that come here are poz. My mistake." I said, "Don't sweat it, it's not a big deal." Teddy replied, "Good, by the way, I converted six months ago and would love a chance to breed you. I'm nice and toxic," he said with salacious smile. I pulled him close to my chest and whispered, "I'd love your poz load." He whispered back, "Believe me, I'd like to give it to you." Once again my cock was as hard as a rock. After Teddy drew up some vials of blood, he gathered the swab and blood vials and said "The doctor will be with you in a minute," leaving the door open as he left the room. I saw there shirtless, and noticed several patients who passed through the hallway gave me a good glance. While I wanted to tweak my nips to give them something to look at, I held off. Dr. Woods then arrived and closed the door, "I think I felt something on your prostate ... kinda like a couple bumps. I'd like to be safe and make sure it's nothing important. I've made an appointment for you with Dr. Grant. I want you to see him for an ultrasound, no other urologist. Also, I need you off Truvada for the time being." "You gotta be kidding me! Is that really necessary?" "You're whining. Just do it." At the checkout desk, I got my referral card for Dr. Grant. The appointment was two weeks away! Holy fuck, how the hell was I supposed to stay off Truvada for that long? It was the longest two weeks of my fucking life. Sure, I got to breed some hot hole, and got my hole fisted by a couple guys, but it wasn't like getting fucked and taking a load. I hit up some of my undetectable poz buds who I know are good about their meds so that I could get their loads. The day of my appointment with Dr. Grant, I had the day off, so I got a quick workout at the gym done before I drove to the appointment. He's in the same building as Dr. Woods, just one floor up. After brief delay in the waiting room, I was called into the back area. A hot, young Hispanic nurse had me take off my clothes, put on a robe, then lock my stuff in the locker. He looked like he just barely got out of high school. I wanted to pull him into the dressing room and fuck him senseless. He was at least six-foot-tall and had exceptionally beautiful caramel skin. He was absolutely gorgeous. The hottie was waiting when I came out of the dressing room and took me to an exam room. "The doctor will see you shortly," he said with a smile and disappeared. The door to the exam room opened and in walked Dr. Grant ... who, it turned out, was Dr. Wood's boyfriend. Standing in front of me was the stud with a brick shithouse body who, for years, I've seen naked. And he looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a lab coat over a form-fitting polo shirt and his pecs were straining against the fabric. It was an amazing vision. I was glad I was sitting on the exam table because the robe hid my growing hard-on. If he wasn't quick, there would be a big precum wet spot growing. I extended my hand and said, "Justin, I didn't know you were a doctor as well! "Yeah, it's easier having a partner that understands the demands of the job. It's great to see you, hot stuff! Brad called me when you were in his office and he told me you have an issue that both of us can help you with." "Yeah, he said there were some bumps on my prostate and I should have them looked at." "And the Truvada?" he asked, "Have you complied with his direction?" "Yes, I have." "Great," he said as he removed his lab coat, which meant I got to appreciate his beautiful body. Some tufts of hair poked above the neck of his shirt, which suggested both his arms and his beautiful pecs were covered with fur. "Okay, I need to check your prostate health to make sure everything is okay. Go ahead and lay back on the table, turn your side and we'll get a look." With my cock rock hard, Justin went about with the ultrasound. He showed me the ultrasound probe that would be going up my asshole, explaining the procedure won't take long. In short order, he rubbed some lube on my hole, then inserted two, then three fingers inside my anus, rubbing them in and out, just like Brad had done two weeks earlier. I remember feeling a slight sting, possibly from a fingernail, but the subtle pressure he was applying to my prostate had turned into pleasure, so my attention was re-directed. I do remember being slightly surprised he wasn't wearing any gloves, but figured that was his business. "Feels awesome doc ... I've needed some action back there." "Good, I'm going to insert the ultrasound probe. It's a little bit bigger, but I'm sure you'll take it like a champ." Justin pulled out his fingers and inserted the ultrasound device. He moved in slow movements in and around my hole. His eyes were focused on the monitor, one hand was managing the probe, but the other hand was draped over my abs inching towards my fully engorged cock. After a couple minutes, Justin untied the gown and pushed it off me, fully exposing my body to him. With the probe still inside me, all I could do was enjoy the experience of him working my hole. He continued to to explore both my ass and also smeared the precum around the head of my cock and foreskin. He was driving me crazy. He withdrew the probe and said, "I have something else that would make your hole feel nice. Just lie still." I heard him strip off his shirt and remove his pants. He felt around my lubed up hole, which he spread onto his cock. "I think you'll like this probe better." Still on my side, he easily slid his big cock inside my hole from behind and started slowly fucking me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said, "Stand up, I want to feel your whole body." I turned to face this amazing stud, with buzzed pubes and huge cock... and a big biohazard tattoo right above his cock. His cock was a little messy with lube a little blood, but everything else was perfect. In a sex club, I would have sucked that cock clean. He asked, "What turns you on more, my fat cock or my biohazard tattoo?" "They both do." He smiled, "One before the other, so back up onto the table and let me back inside that sweet hole." I put my hand on his chest and asked, "You undetectable? Because you know I'm off Truvada." “Yeah, that's just the thing. We had you stop Truvada for a reason. Brad and I both know that you get off on taking all kinds of loads, and we'd like the opportunity to share our DNA to poz you. We converted about a year ago and don't take meds. We're working on converting several more hot guys, and we hope you'll join our conversion club.” "You know this is kinda fucked up, right? I’m probably not protected!" "Rik, look at your cock. You haven't stopped precumming since you got a look at my biohazard tattoo. Get a feel of my low-hangers and tell me you don't want me to fill your hole with a hot load." I reached out and grabbed his huge nuts, and he just moaned. I gave them a squeeze and a tug, and his poz precum oozed on my hand. Actually, he was precumming like crazy as well. I thought my cock gushed precum, but his was drooling. He probably already spread his poison all inside me. "You join our conversion club and you will go on the adventure of a lifetime. Brad and I really want you in with us in breeding the hottest guys." I needed a minute to think about this, but his biohazard tattoo was calling to me. I squatted down to run my fingers over it and to absorb what it meant to him … and what it might mean for me. I was compelled to lick it and suck his tattoo, as if that alone would make a difference. Having a tattoo like that would be sexy as hell. Justin brought me to my feet and backed me up to the table, then bent down to suck on my nips. How could he know that's the fastest way to make me lose control? In no time he was nursing on my tits while I was flat on my back on the table. I was in ecstasy having this infected stud wanting to breed my hole. I lifted my legs to let Justin into my neg hole so he could poz me. Getting his load was just too hot to deny. I could figure out the rest with Dr. Woods later if I change my mind. He said, "Put my cock in your hole and show me what you want." I reached out and grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it up and down my gaping ass slit. His eyes rolled back and he had a satisfied grin on his face. "Yeah, stud. You will love our virus. We'll change your life in ways you can't imagine." I let go of his cock and wrapped my legs around his sexy ass to pull him into me. "Oh yeah ... We've wanted to breed you for a very long time. We've seen you at the gym and always thought you would be an excellent hole to breed and seed. Ever since we converted, you have been on the top of our list to infect." This was so fucking erotic, having this amazing man wanting to fuck his poisonous load inside me. I was happy to take Truvada and stay neg, but having the opportunity to get bred like this is amazing. Justin started his fucking easy, but it wasn't long before he really pounded my hole, doing his best to attack from several angles. "Oh man, your cock feels great … just as good as I hoped it would.” He threw he head back and said, "Fuck dude, here comes my nasty load right inside your hole!" My hole was gaping and abused, and he looked like he just ran a marathon. After keeping his infected cock in my ass for as long as possible, he slowly pulled out. He grabbed a pillow to put under my ass. "Just let that toxic load marinate inside you. Let the infection take hold." “…nfection take hold .…” It took a minute to set in. After having spent years trying to avoid HIV, I had willingly agreed to seroconvert. He cleaned up his cock, pulled on his jock, and picked-up the intercom saying "Mateo, please let Dr Woods know he's needed here. And then please join us in the exam room."

Blake was the next to fuck me. He easily slid his cock inside me and said, "I love fucking your cummy hole ... you feel amazing." I said, "You feel great too, stud. Your cock is rock hard ... Please poz my hole!" I didn't have to ask twice. He fucked me hard, the whole time looking in my eyes, saying I'm going to be the one to convert you." I said, "Yeah, be the one that does it." After a little more time, he announced he was coming inside me, giving me what I want. We kissed as he came down off his orgasm, but his cock was still hard. "He winked and said, "I'll be back for round two." After my second fuck from Blake, it was a blur. I remember Mark with the HIV+ tattoo fucking me and I was licking his tat. I think the three inductees got eight loads each from guys before they went for second rounds with the inductees or split off to recharge the other poz guys. During a brief lull, Teddy came by and suggested Andrew, Mike and I stand up and stretch our legs and get some water. He gave each of us two bottles and said, “Drink up.” We stood up to get our bearing, drank a bottle then went into a three-way make out session with each other. It made sense for us Mike and I to get to know Andrew, since he's going on the same journey as us. Mike’s nipples were calling to me, so I latched on to one of them while reaching between Andrew’s legs to play with his ass. I must have been doing something right, as Mike was moaning like crazy, almost as much as Andrew was. These guys are fun. Blake tapped me on the shoulder and said, “We never talked about it, do you drink piss?” I said, “Yeah, I love piss, you got some for me?” He said, “Yeah, I got a lot.” I said, “I’ll drink you if you drink me!” He said, “Happy to drink your piss.” Mike told Andrew, “I want your piss, you got some for me?” Andrew said, “Hell yeah, and I want yours.” I knelt down and took Blakes cock into my mouth. Looking up, I see this incredibly sexy black man with a great cock and biohazard tattoo. I placed my hand on his tattoo and stroked it lightly waiting for Blake’s piss. He said, “You look good down there waiting for my poz piss with my cock in your mouth.” Just then a dribble started and my focus was on getting everything he had. He finished and it was my turn for Blake to drain me. I grabbed Blake and gave him a kiss, giving him a taste of his piss. Andrew drained Mike’s cock and they switched up too. My cock was in Blake’s mouth and I was trying to get a flow started. Looking over, Andrew spread his lips apart with his fingers, but Mike said, “Relax, I got this.” Mike used both hands to spread Andrew open, lightly licked him up and down, and then put his lips over Andrew’s piss hole. I said, “Here you go,” and my piss started flowing. I caressed Blake’s neck and felt him swallow my load. He didn’t miss a drop. Neither did Mike. I said, “Let’s go inside and see what’s going on there.” Some guys were talking in groups, mostly sexual related, some sucking cocks and some breeding. This was wild. I passed a group of four really hot guys that were talking. One of them smiled and said, “Here’s one of the neg guys!” I stopped and said, “Here’s the sexy poz studs” with a wink. One of them grabbed my cock and said, “This is beautiful … I gotta feel it.” With that he turned around to let me slide inside him. He said, “Fuck, this is a great cock.” One of the other guys said, “I bet his hole feels just as good” and he fed his cock into me. And … I’m the meat in a three way. It was empowering to enjoy being a piece of meat. Nobody knows what car I drive or what I do for a living, or if I’m homeless. I’m just a cock and a cunt for everyone to enjoy. Kevin was getting his cock sucked. I went over to watch for a minute. His KS lesions were beautiful … I had never seen them before. I reached over to stroke one of them, and Kevin said, “You know you want to lick it, go ahead.” I bent over to suckled one of the bigger ones beneath his pecs. The imagery of this physical manifestation of his disease was so erotic. As I was worshipping Kevin’s lesions, I felt a cock slide up my hole. “I said, “Oh fuck this is hot!” Kevin said, “Yeah, Mateo is sharing his med resistant strain with you, enjoy the ride.” I was content to continue this all night. Teddy came back over and asked me if I was ready for my blood slam. I said, "Hell yeah!" He asked me to follow him to another room in the house. As we walked, I could see a lot of guys had Band-Aids on the inside of their elbows. Pretty cool to see so many guys want to speed up my conversion. Teddy put a tourniquet on my bicep, just to make it easier for the IV catheter to slide in my vein without a lot of blood leaking out. He slid the catheter in and taped it down. I asked, "Is it okay to mix blood types?" Teddy said, "Here's our secret: I have the invite list and I know everyone's blood-type. I pulled blood from fifteen guys, and was sure to keep the compatible ones separated. You're getting seven toxic loads that won't cause a problem... other than AIDS. And don't leave before I fuck you. " I asked," Am I getting your blood? " Yes, we're compatible. Blake? Yes Justin? No Brad? No Mateo? Yes Kevin? Yes... and four other guys. Nobody but you and I know who they are. Oh, Andrew and Mike are compatible." We got back to the group and Brad said, "It's blood slam time guys. We have three syringes, who wants to do the first injection? A group of guys were standing around me with a couple of them feeling me up. My cock has been rock hard the whole time ... And not going down soon. Blake grabbed a syringe and Teddy helped attach it to the IV catheter. Teddy said, "Not too fast." Blake started the slow blood slam at the same time I feel a huge cock slide up my hole. An arm wrapped around me, and I saw the KS lesions. I'm getting Kevin's blood and toxic cum. Talk about sensory overload! Blake finished the first blood slam, and Mateo started the second syringe. Blake said, "This is so fucking hot... I wish they could have done it for me. You're going to be toxic in no time. I can't wait to get your strain." Mateo finished the second syringe, and Mike said, "Rik is my college roommate, and I'm not officially poz, but I would love to inject this slam!" Teddy hooked up the last toxic syringe and said, "Nice and slow... Mike, don't you wish you had done a slam too?" Mike nodded his head and said "Yeah, big time." Once Mike finished the blood slam, Teddy said, "Let's go back to the pool area and I'll get this IV out of you, and give you my personal donation." We walked back outside and Andrew was getting fucked by Mark with the HIV+ tattoo, which was so hot to see. I laid down on the cushion and Teddy pulled the IV catheter out. He put a Band-Aid on my arm and said," It's time you get my poisonous load, stud." I lifted my legs and said, "Please infect me." He didn't need to be asked twice. His big dick slid easily into my gaping cunt. He was in heaven. "I love sloppy 2nds... and even tenths. You're so wet... You feel amazing. I’ve wanted you to convert for so long … you’ll be a great gifter." As always, Teddy gave a great fuck. It was even hotter knowing his infected load was going to contribute to my disease. He sped up his fuck strokes and I knew he was getting closer to blowing his load inside me. I said, “Give me the fuck flu, stud.” And with that he shot a big load deep in my guts. Teddy pulled out of my messy hole and said, “To be continued.” Still lying out on the deck, Andrew brought over waters for Blake, Mike and I. We were talking about hot amazing this night has been. Brad and Justin walked over and said, “Anyone thirsty?” Mike and Blake said, “Sure,” and the four of them headed to the deep end. Andrew came over next to me and gave me a kiss. We made out for a little bit then he sat on my abs to play with my nipples. I said, “You have such a hot furry body. So goddamn sexy.” He said, “I love your veins, they pop almost as much as long-term wasted guys. You could be poz already … I find that incredibly hot.” He started grinding against my cock which was amazing. I could feel his wetness ooze from his crotch. Andrew said, “I’ve only been fucked in the ass tonight, but I want your uncut cock up my cunt.” He reached down and slid my cock up his cunt. Holy fuck he felt great. I rubbed his clit while he rode my cock. It wasn’t long before we came at the same time. Andrew climbed off me and said, “Let me know when you convert, I want your next load in me to be poz.” To be continued

I hope everyone reading this is doing well...in all ways. Physically, mentally. I also hope you never think about killing yourself. Once you consider suicide as an option, that idea never goes away -- it stays there in your brain always, festering and waiting to claim you. 2002 It had been a very year for me. I'd lost both parents in the span of six months. I was an orphan at the age of 30. My older sister and I were not close. I hated my job so, so much. I worked for a software company and always felt inept at it. I didn't like the 'dudes' in my department. They talked sports and tits and cars, while I had nothing to add to any of those topics of conversation. I just existed. Before I get too far into this pity party, I'll tell you that I did indeed try to get help. My employer offered three free sessions with a mental health professional of my choice. I gave it a shot. The first doc immediately put me on Zoloft after only talking to me for twenty minutes. I started taking it right away because she'd said that it works quickly for the people who need it the most. I had crazy nightmares, but never felt any happier. I went to a therapist who worked out of her beautiful house that always smelled like incense. She was a stylish hippy who had candles and crystals all over the place. You know the type. She listened to me talk about my unhappiness for 50 minutes while she took notes. She interrupted me a few times to ask questions...and also remind me to breathe. Breath was a big deal for her. It was her assessment that I was in too big a hurry to be born. ?? I guess she meant that my soul had cut in line to make it to this "earthly plane". Dear God. Seriously? During the next session, I told her I had nothing else to talk about and just wanted to die. "Suicide? Are you talking about suicide? If you kill yourself now, you'll have so much work left to do at the next level." Ugh. Whatever. I was so done with this shit. My little foray into therapy was over. My best friend in the world was my big, black cat "Knuckles". He was tough-looking, but very affectionate. I'd miss him. An old neighbor lady was also sort of my friend. Delia. She was our block's eye and ears and knew everything that went on. Knuckles loved her because she always smelled like cooking when she'd come over with brownies or fresh bread. I'd give my cat to her...yes. She had two cats already and Knuckles would be the boss. That's pretty much all I had to take care of before dying. I'd read enough about suicide to know that the way you slit your wrists was to drag a knife lengthwise in a bathtub full of warm water. The only part of that that concerned me was the condition my body would be found in. I'd be discovered in a pool of cold corpse soup. Gross. I sure didn't want that picture in my head. No. I'd just do it my own bed. I didn't cut deep enough. I just stained my sheets and mattress with blood...and got some wicked scars to show for my efforts. Another failure to add to my long list. I missed Knuckles, but Delia assured me he was loving it over at her place. "He is the man of the house! Why are such dark circles under your eyes?? Better go get a flu shot. Winter is coming...and it's supposed to be a bad one this year." She kept bringing over food because she said I was too skinny. And then the holiday season was upon us. Fucking hell. The last incentive I had to stick around was gone. This ghastly season of mirth was something I just couldn't bare. Delia was right...the Winter moved in early and harsh. It got below freezing almost every night. I'd read that about a dozen homeless people in my city died of "exposure" . Hypothermia. Would that be such a bad way to die? I'd been cold before. Really cold. That's it! I'd just go outside and freeze to death. No stains or scars from that, right? It was a decision. The news said we were in for record-breaking temperatures along with snow. I remember my dad saying "it's just too cold to snow." I guess that was another one of those Farmer's Almanac myths that wasn't true. I'd taken a week of vacation and gave Delia a bottle of wine as an early Christmas present. And then I felt the excitement of adventure. I decided not to make a ceremony of the evening. I'd just do normal stuff and then walk out into the cold. I couldn't handle TV right now. The holiday commercials just made me angry. I watched "A League of Their Own" on DVD. And I drank booze. People think that imbibing alcohol warms you up, but it's a trick. You might feel warm, but you're actually more vulnerable to cold temps. There wasn't much traffic on my street. It was already at ten below zero outside. I'd already planned on what I what I'd wear. Jeans (with my I.D. in my back pocket), a loose shirt and ball cap. I took a coat because somebody might see me walking around under-dressed and call the cops or something. This was a weird neighborhood...mostly retired people like Delia. I don't even know how late it was, but almost none of the houses had lights on. A few places had Christmas lights up. Damn...it was supernaturally cold and there were already a few inches of fresh snow on the ground. When did that happen? Tonight? You know when people say 'chilled to the bone'? I knew what they meant now. My bones were cold, and it didn't help that I had almost no body fat. A few blocks away was a little cemetery surrounded by an iron fence. It was old and there was no more room for new tenants. I walked among the stones and thought about watches. My dad was buried with his beloved pocket watch...was it still ticking? I wondered if any watches beneath my steps were still keeping time. Probably none. I was feeling so tired. I needed to stop and rest. This was it. My final stop. The snow made a nice pillow, and I remembered to remove my cap. You really do lose a lot of heat from your head because the brain stakes all the claim to your personal temps. And then your major organs stake their claim, leaving your extremities bloodless and frostbitten. Oh whatever. The snow clouds had obviously passed because the stars were bright and doing their twinkling thing. I'd read that you start feeling very warm when you're about to freeze to death. It was time. I unzipped my coat and waited. It was hard to see the stars...maybe my eyeballs were icing over. OK. Probably too late to back out now. I might have slept a little after the promised heat embraced me. Good-bye. "Hey! HEY!" Somebody with a deep voice was interrupting this. They'd go away if I kept my eyes closed. "Not now, Knuckles." "What? You're going to die out here! Get up." I was listening to all the ticking watches underground. "Okay. I'll just carry you. Damn, you weigh almost nothing." Knuckles had become a human and had come to take me out of the cold. He was warm and I stroked his fur with my numb hands. I'd missed him so much. And then were out of the cold. Somewhere new. Was this where Knuckles lived now? It'd be nice to sleep next to my cat again. I woke up a little and felt burning on my face, ears and fingertips. A large bearded man with black hair was holding me underneath a smelly blanket. His body gave off all the heat my body and craved. I didn't know who he was, but he his snores were almost musical. Where was I? It was a concrete basement with a few fluorescent ceiling lights. There was a large standing freezer with some plastic bottles of water on top. I was thirsty and moved to get up. "Where you going?" He'd woken up so fast. "I needed a drink of water. Where am I?" "Those bottles are full of melted snow. Help yourself." I did. "We're in the basement of 'China Don's'...on 75th street. A buddy of mine will wash dishes here when it opens in a few weeks. There's no heat, but it's not so bad. Out of the weather at least. Where did you think you were?" "Purgatory." "Sit back down and explain yourself." He was a mountain of a man. I hesitated to approach him for a second. I sensed he was good, but maybe my brain was still frozen. I knelt down on the pile of blankets and tried to think of what to say. "My name is Terry...I was out for a walk." "On the coldest night of the year? Are you mental? Be straight with me, Terry." "It's embarrassing. I guess...well, I was ready to die. I guess." He thought for a few seconds and then shook his head. "I not only saved your life -- I saved from an eternity in Hell." "I don't believe in hell." "It's there whether you believe it or not. Judging from your clothes and hair, you haven't been homeless very long. Right?" "I'm not homeless." "What?! You have a place to live? With heat and running water and a bed???" I felt like a complete moron. "Yeah. I've got a house about ten blocks from here." "What happened? Why? Never mind. Let's go there now. Please?" Well, I owed him. I wasn't too sure I could walk very well. I'd really done a number on my body with this 'attempt'. We climbed out of the restaurant's upstairs windows and it was still so cold. "How long have you been out on the street? Also -- what's your name?" "I go by 'West'. I've been homeless since May. It all started when my wife accused me of raping her. Can you believe that shit? How can you rape the woman you're married to? We were both naked and in bed. She threw me out, called the cops and everything." "Wow. I'm sorry, West. Did you have any kids?" "Nah. She never trusted me because I kept cheating on her...with hookers. It was an addiction. I liked to do all kinds of stuff she would never do for me. I am wild in bed, and fuck hard. Hookers don't care what you do as long as you pay for it." "Wow." That's all I could say. "That ain't even the worst of it. Once I ran out of money, I was always finding places in the shadows to jack off, and that's when some gay wandered over and offered to suck my dick! He took my cum..and hookers never did that. He even gave me fifty bucks afterwards. That's when I started fucking guys exclusively -- they never cared how violently I gave them my big dick. I would tear them apart and they'd still want more. Ever been with a fag, Terry?" "No. I am a fag too." The censor in my brain must have frozen to death. I'd never admitted my secret to anyone. "That why you wanted to kill yourself? I'm sorry for saying 'fag' That was rude." "It's okay, West. I try to hide it as much I can." "I'm sorry again. I met one rich old gay man who paid me really well for fucking him. He sucked me all the time too. I sometimes slept at his fancy condo and he'd give me money, food and cigars. But he wanted to fuck my asshole, which I could never even imagine. It wasn't so bad and he paid me well each time..I miss those cigars, but I still have the last one he gave me." "The last?" "Yeah. He was always coughing and sick. He just vanished one day." "Think he had AIDS?" "Who knows? Is your house close?" "Yes. This is my street." Delia's lights were all out. At least she wouldn't see me bring home some giant man in the middle of the night. "I left it unlocked...which is good because I don't think my hands can find my keys now." We blustered in and let the warmth cover us. West looked around. "Show me around." He peeled off his coat and at everything like he was videotaping it with his brain. I turned on a few lamps. "Wow! It's like Bermuda in here, Terry!" I's forgotten that I turned heat way up before I left. I figured I'd never pay another bill, and my next of kin would owe the power company. My sister and her rich husband would have to take care of it. "I can turn it down." "No. Not yet. Your TV is huge! I miss watching hockey. I used to play it when I was a kid. I had to quit when I couldn't find skates in my size." I showed around my little house. My kitchen was tiny. Delia always called it my 'one butt kitchen' because it wasn't big enough for two people to cook. The messiest room was my 'office' where I kept my computer and drawing table. There were a lot of empty cardboard boxes too. Both of my parents had gone through the depression and hated throwing things away... I guess it was genetic. I almost explained all this to West, but I was unbelievably tired all the sudden. West was very close to me as I gave the tour. I could smell his strong body odor. "This is the spare bedroom." It just had a twin bed and a floor lamp. "Show me where you sleep, Terry." My bedroom was pretty plush. I'd spent a fortune on the mattress and bedding because I had always had trouble sleeping. It was a queen-sized bed that Knuckles and I had shared for several years. God, I missed that cat. "Only room left is the bathroom." "Yes. I need to use that now...if you don't mind." I showed him the room and West immediately pulled out his fat dick and started pissing in the toilet. "Ah. That's better. Can I take a shower too?" "Absolutely. I'll get you a fresh towel." "I need some other stuff too. Any chance you could give me a toothbrush, a razor, nail clippers and some deodorant?" Yeah. I had all that stuff in the hall closet. "Want me to wash your clothes?" "Well....not when I am in the shower, Why don't you rest now...I need a good long, hot shower. Go lie down. We're going to have a party to celebrate you still being alive." He said all that as he removed his grimy clothes. He was naked and probably noticed that my eyes were all over him. His dick was very big, but looked average-sized on his huge, hairy body. "The toothbrush is new and the towel is clean. Go ahead." I picked up his clothes and shoes and went to put them on top of the washing machine. His boots were very worn and comically big. I found that I didn't mind the smell all that much. The warmth of the house had activated the odor. I really needed to lie down now. I'd made my bed this morning -- habit. It was so warm that I just napped on top of the covers, listening to the shower running. Waterfalls. I slept deeper than I thought I would, and emerged from the dreams a little when I heard the shower shut off. I was finally awake enough to listen as he brushed his teeth. For a long time. I took way too much for granted. As I was getting up off the bed, West walked into my room. "Hey! Did you get a little siesta? Damn! You have great water power here. I'm guessing you don't have any clothes that would fit me. I don't mind being naked if it doesn't bother you." "It doesn't bother me." I might have said that too fast. "I think I have a robe my mom gave me that's too big for me. Hold on." It was huge, but West could barely get it over his shoulders. "Sorry." "No problem. Let's get the party started! Wake up! Come be a host, Terry. We're celebrating your life now." OK. Yeah. Sure. I was strangely glad to still be alive. "Want music or TV?" "Both! Got any booze?" I had more wine, but just one and a half bottles. He was probably hungry too. All I had was microwave popcorn. I put it in and went to turn on the TV. I plugged my ipod into the stereo and then I was out of chores. I brought him a glass of wine and settled next to him. "Want a different channel? Different music?" "No. Are these your top songs in order? Your favorites?" "No. It's on 'random' now.'' "The songs are happy...but you aren't a happy man. I don't get it." He'd put his huge bare feet up on the coffee table and had his hands on his crotch. He might have an itch...or was working his dick into a hard-on. He was making himself right at home. "I can wash your clothes now." "Not in the middle of a party! I can wash them myself tomorrow. Do you work?" "Yeah, but I'm on vacation for the next five days." "Vacation? Like a paid vacation? You have a job that gives you paid vacations?" Um. I guess I did. "I hate my work. Hated it from the first day." "But they pay you enough to afford this nice house and awesome TV...not to mention heat and running water." I had to admit that he was right. "Want another glass of wine, West?" "Wine, yes. Glass, no....just bring the bottle. I still can't get over how good the warmth feels!" He was stroking a huge boner. I went to get the other bottle with a homeless man's big dick in my brain. I was never good at working a corkscrew. Shit. I managed to get the cork out somehow. By the time I came back to the living room, he was beating off vigorously. "Need a minute? I can leave you alone to finish." He stopped and let his hard dick rest against his stomach. "Sorry. I just feel so horny right now. I haven't been fully nude in a long time." We passed the bottle back and forth. My own sips were small, but his were lusty and long. His erection didn't diminish. "Want me to see if I can find a hockey game? I've got, like, three or four sports channels." "Nah. It's almost four in the morning. There won't be anything on...just football talk shows. Why don't you move closer to me? Is this scaring you?" He grabbed his cock and looked directly into my eyes. I got up and sat right next to him. "No. It's beautiful." Did I really say that? He ran his thick fingers through my hair. "Beautiful? Really? Think you could suck on it?" I could. Absolutely. I was going to hesitate, but his hand was on the back of my head, moving my face to his lap. I went with it, operating on pure instinct. West was cut, but there was a nice amount of skin at the base of his wide head that I was now tasting. Soap. He had the flavor of soap. I was amazed at how much I liked having a dick in my mouth. My own penis was fully hard in an instant. His hand kept pressing me downward, forcing me to put more of it in my mouth. He'd hit some spot in my throat that made me gag. "Sorry. It feels so good, Terry. Don't stop." I could handle about half of it, and just did what I could. He'd put his feet on the floor and was using his hip muscles to thrust upwards. He tried not to hit my gag spot, but couldn't help but try to go deeper down my throat. I felt the wine in my stomach want to come back up. I fought it and took as much of him as I could. "Oh. Yeah. I'm almost there. Swallow it please! Will you?" Oh, I would. "YEAH...Here you go!!!" I felt the organ throb violently between my lips. Thick, squirting semen spread over the taste buds on my tongue. I'd remember it for the rest of my life. Man Seed. "Wow. I don't remember a better blow job." He removed his dick from my mouth and wiped the slime and last drops in my hair. "Holy shit. Drink more wine, Terry. I don't want to taste own dick in your mouth when we kiss. Yes...we're going to kiss." Kiss? Really? Kiss a man? I picked up the wine bottle and reluctantly washed his cum away. "This is such a comfortable couch." "Want to sleep here? I can get you a blanket and some pillows." "No. We're going to sleep in your big bed after we finish the wine. What it is this song? It's SO you!" It was called 'All I Am' by a forgotten band -- Dada. I nodded and glugged more wine. Would he want to do more in bed? Was I ready? He said he he was 'wild' when it came to sex. He'd raped his wife. He might have AIDS. "Let me turn off everything first." "Not the music. It's so perfect." Naked West stood up and went to my room while I shut off the TV. I took my time as I thought about some stuff. He wanted to kiss. And fuck? Like, in my butt? I had nothing left to do but go lay down in bed. He was naked on top of the bedspread. "You can maybe turn your heat down a little. And then I need a favor." I turned down the heat to 70 -- which is what I usually kept it on. OK. Deep breath. "It'll cool down more. This is a drafty house." "Fine. I actually need you to do two things. First -- take off all of your clothes. I want to see you." I did. My fingertips were still a little sore. We were now two nude males in a bedroom. "And -- I know this a lot to ask, but can you go get the clippers from your bathroom sink and trim my toenails? It's hard for guys my size to bend that way. You don't have to." "I'll do it, West." I had a toenail clipper in my dresser drawer. It's a weird chore humans have to do every so often. I knelt at the foot of the bed and went to work. His feet had hard, yellowish callouses, but weren't in such bad shape. I did as requested, my job. I clipped his toe claws as he drifted off to sleep. He needed care. I needed to care of him. I finished up and watched him sleep with my his toenail clippings in the palm of my left hand. Those snores I'd heard earlier resumed. How long ago was that? Well, I guess the kiss was delayed for now, ass well as the sex -- if he'd even wanted any. I carefully got into bed beside him, pulled up the covers and closed my eyes even though I'd left the light on. At one point, I woke up with his big, furry arm wrapped around me. His famous boner was poking me in the thigh. Still snoring. I was also aware the light of dawn was beginning to make it's pale blue presence known behind the blinds. I also a tiny tuft of my cat's hair drift though the air. God, that animals shed a lot. A hundred years from now, there'd still be traces of him in this house. I thought of Knuckles as I went back to sleep. "Good morning!!...well, technically it's still morning." It took me a minute to become fully awake and remember the situation. "Sorry I went to sleep on you so early, but this mattress is so comfortable. I'm going to kiss you now." "Yeah. Can I go brush my teeth first?" He climbed on top of me and our faces were so close. "No. I'm taking over now. You owe me." I guess he was right. His beard was soft, but a somehow little abrasive as he devoured my whole face. I'd never been kissed before, but this was an advanced lesson. West aggressively pushed his tongue into my mouth and I felt his spit mix with mine. I knew I should enjoy this, but I'd never really learned to give in to another person. I'd always been fiercely independent. But now a big man was in charge of me. The weight of West's giant frame left me powerless...I was in for a ride. I wrapped my arms around his broad back to let him know I was liking this. He responded by raising himself up a little and poking his hard penis between my ass cheeks. OK. I could do this maybe. "There's a few ways we can do this, but I want to see your face as I impregnate you." This man had raped his wife...and probably had the AIDS virus. I just didn't care about that now. The good thing about being a virgin is that you can let a more experienced partner take the lead. He did. Oh, did he ever! His dick was trying to pry my hole open. "Ow! No! Get it out!" "Shh. It'll hurt at first. This will take a little time because you're so tight and I came a lot last night. I'm going to enter you fully and I don't think I can go slow. Take a deep breath." He rammed his whole tool directly up into my insides. "NO!!!" I'd fallen out of a tree as a little kid and broke my arm. The pain I felt now was so much worse than that. I thought I saw flashes of light in my brain. "Goddamn. buddy! This is great! Ahhh...I am loving this!" I guess there was no point in screaming anymore, and my muscle tension was probably making this worse for me. How do you relax when it feels like someone is stabbing you in the ass?! Endurance. I tried to love the idea of what this would like as a porn movie...this big guy's ample ass moving up and down on top of a smaller man. I'd watch it. "Yeah... You are so big, West." He seemed surprised that I was saying that and also that I had grabbed his butt. "Good. Keep touching my ass. Just like that. OH! I'm going to make a baby with you! I..." He was crazed with lust and pleasure. His thrusts got more intense. Faster. "HOLY SHIT! I'M CUMMING NOW...NOW!!!" All I felt was a tearing pain, but I imagined his semen shooting inside my body. Maybe it had a disease in it.... He stopped moving. I was guessing it was over with, but his dick stayed hard. He started to piston in and out again. "Just working it in deeper, Terry. You like that?" I did. I kinda didn't want this to end. I would be someone new as soon as I got out of bed. Does that make sense? But he was done and got out of bed. "Stay still a while. I tore you up down there and you're bleeding like crazy. Rest. I'm going to clean up and make some coffee for us." He left the room as I wondered if I was really hurt that badly. He stepped in the shower for a few minutes. I listened to the water and also to my thoughts. I might have snoozed a little. "How are we doing in here, little friend? Who is 'Knuckles' by the way? You kept saying that in your sleep. Here's your coffee. Need help getting up?" No. Or wait. I felt like I'd been a car accident. "Yeah..just for a second." He grabbed my hand and steadied me on the floor. "Go clean up a little. I'll clean this mess up." I stepped in the shower and washed the blood off of my legs, ass and crotch. Damn, I was sore. I could be normal. Gay guys did this all the time, right? I put on some sweats as West came to check on me. "You feelin' okay? Come out here. I couldn't figure out the remote." I limped out to the front room. Damn, my ass hurt! Wow. I suppose I was ruined now. West was still nude and getting comfortable on the couch as I found an old movie channel. "Hungry? I have some of those Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwiches I can nuke for us." "Sounds great...we can't exactly go out to eat. I have no clothes." I made his breakfast and watched him eat all eight sandwiches. I had no appetite just now. "Let me go wash your stuff now. Want me to put your shoes outside a little while?" "Nah. It's too cold out there. Spray some air freshener in them maybe. Or deodorant." I put his grimy clothes in the washer and wondered if they'd disintegrate once hot, soapy water hit them. Once the cycle started, I joined West in living room as a new thought was entering my brain. "Hey. Can I ask you something?" "Sure. What?" "It'll sound weird...but do you think we're dead?" "WHAT? Why would you ask that??" "I just feel so different now. What are the odds of us finding each other at night and surviving bitter cold? I don't even have frostbite. Nobody knows what happens when you die." He thought for a second. "If this is what death is like, I'm not complaining. Are you?" His clothes were finished and ready for the dryer. And then a shadow passed in front of my kitchen window. Mailman. I put on my coat on to go retrieve the bills and junk catalogs, ads. It was so insanely cold out. I stopped midway across the front porch. Right in the corner was a little, shivering kitten. He was so small, but had a thick coat of long black fur. I forgot the mail and scooped up the kitty. How was he still alive? I rushed him inside to get warm. "Look!" West was incredulous. "A baby cat? This time of year?" The warm house seemed to revive the little creature and he started mewing. He also purred a little. He looked just like Knuckles when he was a kitten. But Knuckles was fixed so this couldn't be his son. "He's home now." "We all are, Terry."

Five of us raised our hands: two of us neg guys and three biohazard guys, including Blake. Teddy said, "I'll get them prepared, you guys go in for the meeting." Turning to Blake I asked "You've done this before?" "No, but I want to you to get as much cum of mine as I can." I gave him a kiss and said, "Please do your best to poz me." Having over heard our conversation while passing by, Mike commented with a smile "Save some poz cum for me too!” A couple of nearby guys added "Don’t worry, we’ll help!” The Conversion Club was apparently the perfect place to ask for what you want from guys who could give it to one. The Conversion Club assembled and Brad and Justin addressed the 20 guys in attendance. Brad opened saying "I've greeted you already, but again, thank you for being here. As you can see our club is growing, and we have you guys to thank for that. What we're doing is pretty amazing, and I'm thrilled you're on the journey with us. Congratulations to Mark and Nate. Their conversion is complete. Nate didn't get the fuck flu ... " (The crowd boo'd and then laughed "...and we just about lost Mark, but the Conversion Club took care of him here, and with some IV fluids and some meds. Now he's here ready to breed and seed. They returned a couple weeks ago from their visit with Zak in Chicago, who did his typical great work on their tattoos. Because Mark rolls a little different, in addition to the standard biohazard tattoo above the cock, he has one that says "HIV+" on his chest. Hopefully we'll get the next group out to see Zak in the next couple of weeks. We have these tattoos because we appreciate being poz and have pride in our shared disease. We are all stronger together because of them." There was a door knock, and Brad left the room to take care of that. Justin stepped up and continued saying "We have two of the three inductees here. Hopefully the third will be here soon. We also have a special guest here. Kevin, can you come out?" A massive 6'6" guy, came out to join the group. Tall and lean, he must be a long-term survivor, as he has the sexy sunken cheeks, veiny arms and legs and wasted ass. So sexy. He had is biohazard tattoo over his cock, like most everyone else except me and Mike, but also had one on his arm. But the most erotic feature of Kevin was his KS lesions, scattered over his body. "If you've not met Kevin, he pozzed Brad and me. This kinky stud throws a great fuck and you're going to love him if he's not fucked you before." Kevin's presence kicked up the erotic energy in the room, bringing several of the guys fully erect ... me as well. The thought of having him in me was too hot and got my cock stirring even more than it had been. Brad returned to the room with the third inductee a twenty-something brown-haired cutie, with sexy scruff and a hairy, athletic body. Other than his good looks, his defining feature was the lack of a penis ... a sexy FTM transguy. Brad said, "And everyone is here. This is Andrew, everyone. Like a lot of you, he's been craving poz cum for quite a while, and needs the help of our group to get it done. He'll get his first poz load ever here with us, and he's lucky to have one more fuckhole than the rest of us. Over here is Mike who is also taking his first poz load. If you're nice, he'll let you suck on his budding nipples while you fuck him with your hot load. If you want your nips like that, let me know. And our third inductee is Rik. Justin and Mateo were lucky enough to breed him a couple weeks ago, and I understand Blake has given him a load. He's on the FasTrack program, so if you want to share your DNA, let Teddy know and he'll draw it up. Hopefully we'll have several syringes to inject him within an hour or so. For the new folks, I hope you take the opportunity to try out as many cocks and holes as you can. You’ll see, everyone here is open to getting a cock inside them, even for a quickie. Our inductees will be bred on the pool deck, and Teddy has set up chaise lounges for everyone's comfort. He also has the TriMix available for those who want it. Given a choice, please elect to breed a neg hole over a poz hole. Also, it's hot out so drink lots of water. We recommend one bottled water for every two loads. If you’re not pee shy, guys that usually hang around the deep end of the pool will drink your piss and not spill a drop. Again, thanks again for being here. Have fun, guys!" Everyone got the message that this was the time for sexual activity. We didn't even get out to the pool before everyone was feeling everyone else up. Nobody was left out. If I was being kissed, someone was feeling my cock, balls or asshole. Many a man was fully boned, his cock either hard against his abs or slightly pointing out. This was going to be a fuck fest for the ages, and a life-changing one for me. Seeing Mike and me, Teddy approached suggesting "Let's get the TriMix injections done first so we can get started. " Mike and I didn't need the TriMix, but we didn't need AIDS either. We wanted it. Teddy injected Mike's cock first and then mine. Fuck it stung, but I felt the blood flowing into my cock already. My uncut cock was almost fully hard and my foreskin was hanging on trying not to roll down. Teddy gave us a gauze square in case of bleeding, he said "Hold that for a sec while you take your lounge." Andrew, Mike and I laid down on our chaise lounges and were given a small lube container by Brad. Simultaneously, each of us had someone to rub some lube our holes, to work some fingers inside us. The poz guys wanting TriMix got their injections next, including Kevin. The difference was Teddy let the blood ooze a little bit from their cocks. That's a sexy way of getting the ball rolling. Being the hosts of the event, Brad and Justin always got to breed first. Brad chose me and Justin chose Andrew. Kevin (and his bloody cock) chose Mike for his first fuck. It was the first time that Brad had been inside my ass, and he was a superb fuck. Such a great cock and a sexy body. Getting fucked my him and seeing the other two guys getting bred at the same time was beyond erotic. Add to that, the other guys were sucking each other or having their asses played with. It wasn't long before Justin's orgasm moans triggered Brad and Kevin's as well. All the tops were letting the us know their charged loads were being delivered, and us bottoms were begging for their loads.

Like many girls my age (I'm 34 now), I grew up spending my days in school, my weeknights working part time, and my weekends at raves and music festivals. I was mostly a 'good girl', stayed away from drugs other than weed, didn't drink much, dated boys my own age. On the weekends I let go a little bit, but I avoided harder drugs out of fears of overdose and law enforcement. When my friends dropped acid or did rails of ecstasy, I was the designated driver and made sure everyone got water to drink, and I watched as my friends blissed out. I remember my envy, sometimes, watching my girlfriends make out in cuddle puddles, rolling on molly without a care in the world, kissing and fingering and licking in the license of the drugs. 'Of course we're straight! But its different when you're high, it's allowed, you should try it!'... But I would shake my head and head to the dance floor, leaving them to cuddle in their piled fuzzy pillows in the corner of whatever warehouse the party was in. I remember the boys watching, and sometimes joining in. I remember my friend Caitlin sitting in a strangers lap, when the fuzzy throw slipped off to reveal him buried in her pink-dyed pussy hair, his fingers lazily rubbing her clit. She turned bright red as I hurriedly threw the blanket back. Later she confessed that she often fucked at the raves, slow motion couplings under the blanket, until the warm gush of cum filled her. Sometimes that was enough, sometimes she looked for a second boy. Once, even a third. Sometimes I watched caitlin after that, knowing what was happening out of sight, my fingers slipping down to my own cunt, fingering myself surreptitiously, wondering if Caitlin knew what I was doing. Of course, Cailtin's fun had a price. It was me that went to the clinic with her each month for testing, me who consoled her the first time a test came back positive, but it didn't stop her. She took the antibiotics, and kept right on enjoying herself. At the time, I didn't really understand why. I didn't understand the attraction of cum, or bare sex, I used condoms exclusively, and my boyfriends all liked to cum on my back or stomach. To me, then, cum was something to wipe up. Caitlin was my best friend. Kind of a plain girl, but with an absolutely killer body and bright red hair cut in a pixie bob. She was heavily into three things: Yoga, mathematics, and the rave scene. She went on to university, and nowadays she teaches math in college. She had a quick laugh, and a really dirty mind. We've been friends since we were nine, she knows all my secrets, and I know all of hers... In fact I was there for many of them I'm going to use this space to talk about the path I took to my current state. It was a fun journey, and I think it holds some lessons for the kinds of young girls who come to this site. Things to be avoided, things to seek out, ways to make sure you get what you want. Plus, I like to brag about how much fun I've had over the years.

I was getting ready for my hookup. It always took so long to get as clean as I wanted because, well, I just am obsessive about that. When I get fucked, I only want his juices, my juices, and any lube he decides to use coming back out of me. As I was sitting there, filling my ass with that beautiful warm water, my mind drifted as it tends to do. In a short while I would have a nice thick cock in my ass for the first time in months. I’m bi and married, so the opportunities are few and far between. The top man I was preparing for has been my steady fuck for a while now, though I knew he was getting frustrated by my lack of availability. He’d text me at least three times a week “Hey, can I get that ass?” And I’d be absolutely sick that I couldn’t just run and take his amazing cock at the drop of a hat. But, that’s the way things are. Today, though, I had some real time. The wife was out of town for the week—I’d dropped her at the airport just two hours earlier. I also had the week off, not so coincidentally. I told her I’d be getting some work done. I didn’t, however tell her what KIND of work. 'Yeah honey, I’m going to get my asshole jobbed like a habitat for humanity house' wouldn’t have been a particularly helpful response to that question. Again, though, that’s just how things are when you’re a bi bottom guy. Finally, as I sat there and expelled the last blasts of water, everything was clear and my asshole was vibing like a tuning fork. I needed cock and I needed it as soon as possible. “I’m ready when you are, sir,” I texted. “Get that hole over here now, faggot.” God how I love it when he calls me that. It makes me catch my breath every single time. Then another text: “Get that plug in you and put your pink panties on too. I love to see your faggot whore ass in pink.” I had them ready, sitting on the sink next to me. The black silicone plug was nicely lubed and I pressed it against my tight hole. My hole was pretty relaxed from the cleaning process, but it had been a while since I’d had anything inside me but my own finger so opening up was a nicely painful process. Such a relief after the widest part crested and then slid perfectly into place. Now for the panties. It was a cheap target thong, soft and cottony, I had bought the panties seven months earlier, and had worn them every time I’d been fucked in the intervening seven months - uf only for the ride over and the ride back. And I hadn’t washed them, so they still had the residue of every load I’d taken. Admittedly it’d been only eight loads, but it was still my little cumwhore trophy. I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, slipped on my shoes and headed out. With every step and lift of my legs, I could feel the panties slide over my freshly shaved cock and balls and feel that hefty plug work my grasping hole. I was so horny I could barely see straight. It was 11 a.m. and I was en route to cock. When I knocked on his door, there was just a bit of a delay. He wasn’t the type to be breathlessly waiting for anyone’s arrival. He knew he had the power and wasn’t afraid to exercise it. With that fat cock, he knew he could make me do anything he wanted. Then, the door swung open and there he was, dressed only in a partially closed bathrobe. I could see his stout body was already shining with a bit of sweat. He kept the basement fuck room hot. Really hot. And I loved that heat. “Get your ass inside, faggot.” That was his standard greeting and it always made my dick drip instantly against my panties. And it never failed to make me hop like a trained dog. In I went without a moment’s hesitation. “Strip down now, faggot,” he said sharply, the front door still wide open. He didn’t give two fucks about if I was exposed to his neighborhood and, in that second, neither did I so off went the shoes, down went the pants, and I was out of the shirt so fast it was like I hadn’t even been wearing it. He grabbed my ass in a flash, his middle finger stabbing the base of my plug hard. “Good, you did what I told you. Now get your faggot ass downstairs.” And off I went, down into the darkened room. In that moment, I knew it would be another fantastic fuck session. I had no idea what was really going to happen. And that was probably for the best. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, and my eyes had adjusted somewhat from the daylight, I could see he had his sling ready to go. My heart skipped a beat because I’d only ever seen that sling once and I knew how merciless he was with that kind of access. My cock jumped, my asshole clenched hard around the base of my plug and I almost felt lightheaded. The thick heat made it even harder to get a good breath. While I had been taking it all in, he was suddenly in front of me, robe now gone, and his meaty cock hung there like a dark prize. “Get on your knees faggot, and get my balls in your mouth. NOW.” It was automatic for me and I was there, sucking his big sac into my now drooling mouth. I struggled a bit getting both balls inside because it had been a while and I was desperately out of practice. But, with just a little bit of struggle, in they went and my lips were fully against the base of his ball sac, his fat leaking cock laying heavily across my face leaving a trail of precum wherever it slid. Oh god but I loved this feeling. “Look at me, you little whore,” he intoned, and I opened my eyes and glanced up at his face only to be instantly blinded by a flash. 'Oh, fuck', I thought in a bit of a panic, 'He just took my picture!' My heart pounded hard in my chest. Due to my circumstances, we’d agreed early on that if any pictures or videos were taken, none would include my face. In the same moment, I felt his balls cinch up a bit in my stuffed mouth and his cock hardened against my cheek, pumping out a now steady flow of thick precum. “That one’s for me, faggot. You looked so perfect just then, I had to get a pic of it.” I relaxed and even smiled as best I could manage. We had an agreement, and he was cool. Nothing to worry about. Soon his cock was rock hard and he pushed me back from his balls. It was time to lube up that beautiful piece of meat for other pursuits. As he shoved his cock deep into my throat, he bent down, pulled my thong aside and worked my plug. My eyes rolled back in my head and I was gone into the moment. So far gone, I didn’t notice him rummaging around on the table next to us. Soon after that, while I worked his cock with my hungry mouth, he pulled up my left hand and wrapped something around my wrist. Then, the same with my right. He could have dealt a hand of cards on my back in that moment and I wouldn’t have noticed I was so focused on pulling that river of sweet precum out of his cock. After a moment, he pulled both my wrists behind my back and with a smart 'click' they were locked tightly. I’d tried some bondage play before, but never with him. It’d never come up in our encounters but holy shit did it harden my dick and rev my desire up about a thousand notches. I looked up again at him, my lips wrapped tightly at the base of his meat, and “BAM!” another flash. As the stars cleared I kept sucking happily. We had an agreement and goddamnit this cock felt amazing in my mouth. Nothing else mattered. Shortly after that, he pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth. I was panting—partly from pure lust hunger and partly because the heat in the room seemed to be rising. He quickly turned me away from him and pushed me smartly in the middle of my back so I went directly to the floor, cheek and bare shoulders against the carpet. My hands were firmly unavailable to provide a buffer and I was fully exposed, ass straight up. Within seconds I felt two more restraints wrapped around my ankles and yet another metallic 'click'! The front of my panties were now stretched from how hard my cock had gotten from the helpless sensation, and I was soaking from all the fluids leaking from my cock. As I adjusted the best I could his fingers yanked the thong aside and in a swift motion, yanked the plug brutally out of my hole. No niceties, just 'WHAM' and it was out. I saw more stars in that moment than both camera flashes combined. And in what seemed like just a millisecond, he grabbed my hips and rammed his cock into my stunned hole balls deep in one go. I would have screamed in pain had I not been stunned breathless from the harsh removal of the butt plug. My face and shoulders scraped against the rug as he pulled back nearly all the way out and jammed his cock in again, and again, and again. Each time it hurt just as much as the first, but felt just as fantastic in the same moment. He rutted at my hole like that for a few minutes and then I felt his strong hand wrap around the back of my neck. On a major in-thrust, he simultaneously yanked me upright, his mouth now hard against my ear. “I know we’ve had an agreement so far and I’ve enjoyed it as far as it went.” To punctuate that, he flexed his cock hard in my gripping hole and it felt incredible. “But I’ve found out a few things and made a few decisions.” My mind was spinning. What the hell did he mean by any of that? What was going to happe... And at that exact moment, just as I had opened my mouth to ask “what...” his free hand jammed a large ball gag into my mouth, nearly enough to dislocate my jaw with its size, and before I could even blink, it was locked into place. My mind imploded with fear. He pushed me, hard, back down and then began fucking my hole with a fury I had never felt in my life. After several more hard thrusts it felt like his cock was swelling large enough to rupture my rectum and he shot what felt like gallons of cum into me. He then dropped his full weight onto me, his body drenched with sweat crushed me flat against the floor, trapped. “We had an agreement. Now, I’ve decided to create another arrangement. Things change, faggot. Now you get to learn how much.”

I don't have a limit, however after around 2-3 loads i would need to drink some water because my saliva would just become too thick and sticky.

First time it happened this guy was fucking me in the sling and came in my ass. Instead of pulling out he shoved his cock in deeper. I was so high on poppers that I didn't think about it til I felt burning in my ass. He pulled out and shoved a buttplug in. Now I love it!

Yes! This reminds me of similar experience. Years ago when I was living in a bigger city I went to a bathhouse regularly. Pretty busy on weekends but slow on weekdays. I didn't know at first it was so slow during the week. First time I went during the week I was disappointed. Hardly any action but the attendant was hot. He fucked me in a room when the only two other guys were playing in the jacuzzi. When I wanted to leave after a while he just said: "Stay". I hung around until the other two had left an hour later and he fucked me again. Told me he worked on Tuesday and Wednesday. Needless to say I returned many times when he was working. Always told me to stay. He was worth hanging around. Always got at least one load from him, sometimes two if he got the chance. Never hooked up with him outside the BH. But I did know his name

Apologies for the long delay with the conclusion of this story, too busy at work and spent on other stories, enjoy! Andrew shows up at home excited with a big smirk across his handsome face, “tonight’s the night” he thinks to himself as he unlocks the door… “Hi hon I’m home” I keep quite perched on the foot of the bed, naked ass up head down my hole cleaned out, winking ready to be fucked. I hear my POZ partner enter our bedroom, “Oh yeah” there’s rustling as I look around and watch him throw off his suit jacket and tie, he’s pulling off his crisp white shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. I reach over and undo his belt, flip the top button on his trousers and lower the zipper. He frantically is pushing them and his tighty whities lower and with some awkward thrashing manages to get the whole lot off in one movement to stand naked before me, his rock-hard cock menacingly pointed directly at me. He lightly brushes his dick across my lips, and I lick the head, the shaft and then his balls knowing how much he enjoys it. Next, I feel the mattress move as he climbs up on our bed and begins exploring my body, much like our first time together, “I’ve thought about this for long time," he says, running his hands over my back and shoulders, tenderly touching my sensitive nipples for the first time with his fingertips. He pinches one of my nipples playfully. 'Seriously, though, tonight is the night I guarantee we truly become one, POZ brothers, you’ll love it, I promise babe.” My heart is pounding, thumping loudly in my chest, anticipating what would happen next barely believing I am willing doing this as Andrew rubs my naked upper body, telling me to relax but when I begin to feel his hands on my body, teasing and exploring, my cock nearly explodes there and then as I am so turned on. His tongue slowly licks one nipple in a circular motion then the other is sucked hard ending with a nip between his teeth knowing it’s all hot-wired to my cock which is bouncing and drooling pre-cum like a leaking tap. The foreplay was incredible. “Gonna make you wait for it, we’ve got all night!” I am near delirious with ecstasy as his hands caress my body, fingers pinch and pull on my nipples until they are erect, sore with a dull ache then slowly gives my smooth belly and thighs some attention but avoids my leaking rock-hard cock. Now, he is massaging my legs, up and under my ass to roughly knead my ass cheeks, I could feel my hole opening and closing by his actions...I can’t stand this anymore and scream for it. “Oh, please just FUCK ME. FUCK ME NOW!” “Wait!” is all I’m told as a response Pliantly I am rolled on to my back, pushing my legs to my chest, and delving into my ass with his tongue. I gasp loudly as Andrew’s tongue briefly flutters along my ass crack before pulling my cock back through open legs and dives in for a tongue flick of my pre-cum soaked cock lapping at the tasty gland, his warm mouth bathes my shaft from balls to tip, slurping noisily...then swallows me whole, shocked I all but flood his mouth with cum there and then! He didn’t stop, kept going, kissing, licking, teasing me with his tongue until I was all but a whimpering wreck. With my legs pulled and pinned to my shoulders, I hook my arms around my legs to hold them in place leaving my exposed ass up for grabs. I scream in pleasure as my man's tongue again oh so lightly butterfly kisses around my hole sending waves of electricity like sensations throughout my body. Now he’s sucking on one of his fingers then he presses it in my willing ring that no longer guards the entrance to my soon to be Pozzed asshole. "That feels good, don't it babe?" as he continues to massage just inside the ring, my body responds to the intrusion of his fingers scratching the tender flesh of my anal lining “Gotta get you primed for this babe” I ‘m so turned on in ways I cannot describe and soon I’m trusting back on his fingers with the ultimate goal of getting his POZ cock inside. We both grunt in satisfaction at the pleasure he’s giving. Finally, Andrew relented. "OK," he almost whispers, moves up the bed so we are face to face “Please………………………………..,” I say panting in need. “Yeah?” he said looking at me right in the eyes. “What can I do for you?” “Please, I need to feel your dick inside me, I need to feel you fucking me, I need to feel you cum, I need your Poz cum, I need your charged load flooding my hole, I NEED YOU TO POZ ME!” I was shocked to hear myself say it. I did really want him to pump me full of his virus! "Fist a kiss." Andrew said. He places his hand on the back of my head and brings his lips to mine, our tongues met, lips mash together, kissing hard passionate kisses and now he’s biting my lower lip, pulls away and nips harder, his teeth break the tender sensitive skin and I immediately get a burst of metallic taste in my mouth he pulls away with a trail of saliva following. "Yeah babe, you’re going to be OK" He said with a full-face smile. "Yes...... I need this" Our erect cocks sliding against each other. He bent down to bump his cock towards my hole. Rubbing it on my hole just makes me moan as I push out to try and get his cock to tag onto my hole I was so horny for him to fuck me. He eased his cock inside me more carefully than I expected, I scan his face for emotions groaning as he begins to fill my ass up with his thick hard cock an inch at a time. “Oh, babe” he whispers as he bottoms out balls deep inside me “Hon…” he breathed, and begins to pump in and out, slowly at first, but gaining momentum fast. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You have the most amazing ass, a tight velvet glove for my dick to infect and destroy with my toxic load.” Toxic, The magic word…I feel his cock twitch and grow further in my chute as his thrusts pick up in force and speed…stabbing at my innards, changing directions, driving me wild as I thrash about pinned under Andrew. “Harder,” I gasp, even though I am sore. It is a trigger for him pounding against me, out of control, and begins to grunt with each thrust…I look down as best I can to see his groin push up and down on me, the pain and concentration means my own cock has shriveled to almost nothing, bouncing about limp and impotent. From a loving making love slow fuck Andrew’s pace and face has change, a stern look stares down at me like I’m some worthless whore as his granite like cock jabs in different directions stretching to taring point my delicate anal lining. Andrew cries out, “Oh, babe, your ass is sucking the poisoned cum out of me!” I push my butt up to meet his crotch, holding it in place as he gives a last incoherent shout, and again rammed against me, hold position and I feel it a hosing of hot lava bathing my guts as his dick spasmed inside of me as he shot his load. His mouth covered mine, claiming my lips and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. “Yeah, Hon, this is what you need my POZ seed, knocking you up. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll be safe, I’m with you all the way” he whispers and then switched to kissing and licking my right ear, my most sensitive place, as I melt under the onslaught on my neck and ear His rock-hard cock smashes into me for several more thrusts and is then torn out of me. “Clean my cock!” Andrew’s pink cum and ass slime covered cock is rubbed across my lips gently opening my lips as the last of his tainted cum dribbles out over my cut lip and then thrust deep down my throat, I gag, pull back, breathe and swirl my tongue around leaving his cock squeaky clean “Hon, oh, God…I feel sooooooooooooooo empty now! Fuck me again. I want more of your hot POZ cum inside of me, I want that monster dick of yours to rip me to pieces again.” “Your wish my command!” he said, and kisses me on the mouth. My hand reaches up yank hard on his nipples “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. “Gotta do it now, gotta fuck you hard.” I could feel his cock grow hard again, hot-wired to this stimulation “Here it comes fucker,” he says ramming the whole length in to the hilt in one motion, his thrusts going wild, his balls slapping against me. “I want to watch my dick go in and out of your hole,” he said, pulling all the way out, ramming hard back in as he began to thrust more deeply. “It looks beautiful, pink Poz cum frothing out around my dick, you know what that means……somewhere up there my Poz babies are burrowing in to your system knocking you up. Welcum to the Brotherhood babe.” I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. “Do it! Finish the job Hon.” And that seemed to stimulate him. and started to pile-drive fuck me, just pure animal lust, his breathing getting heavier, the rhythmic slap of his skin against mine, balls slapping my butt cheeks, sweat raining down on my body as his dick pummels my insides, each stroke bringing him closer to climax and my infection. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh,” he said, the sound exploding from his lungs. “Here it is, take your second toxic load…” and he rammed into me with an incoherent shout. Again he pulls out and straddles my chest for me to clean his cock which I happily do but with half of the hard Poz rod down my throat a I feel hands scooping up the river of freshly planted cum running out of my hole and down my ass crack. “Waw therrrrrr fuck!” I try to say before Andrew forces more cock down my throat and says,

Feels good to shoot in either one.... but I would say cumming in an ass is best. Nothing better than going in balls deep, shooting a couple cum ropes in his hole and continue fucking him. Then let him suck me clean, if I cum again he gets to swallow that one!

The next day at work, I got a phone call from Dr. Woods. I answered the call and he said, "Hey Rik, how are you doing?" "I'm good. What's up?" I responded. "I know yesterday was a surprise and wasn't want you planned. Are you on board with the treatment plan we discussed?" He must have been at the hospital seeing patients, as I could hear the overhead announcements in the background. That explains the formality of his tone. "Yeah, I am actually. I guess this is something I've wanted for a while, but didn't have the balls to go for it." He replied, "Excellent. I was hoping you would be open to this. Dr. Grant and I took a look at your lab work yesterday after you left your first treatment and your immune system is really strong and can take a beating, if you know what I mean. Are you still interested in the FasTrack blood donation program, or are you going old-school?" Luckily, I have an office at work, because my cock starting getting hard over this conversation in which I was discussing willingly seroconverting, and setting a course for the rest of my life. "Yes, Dr. Woods, I think the FasTrack process makes sense for me. I'm excited to get started and earn my own biohazard tattoo." He replied, "That's great. I was hoping you would say that. I'm going to cancel Friday night, and we'll push that back a week. You will get a Club e-mail inviting you to an event the next Saturday. Three days before that, stop by the office at your convenience and see Teddy. He will give you something to suppress your immune system. It's a safe medication and it will help with the FasTrack process. How's that sound?" "That sound perfect," I replied, adding "I look forward to receiving the e-mail. Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Rik." Later that day, I received the following e-mail: Conversion Club Members - Please accept this invitation to our home next Saturday at 4:00 PM for some light refreshments and some Conversion Club business. We will have the pool warmed up for those who wish to enjoy it. (Leave the bathing suit at home. We'll have the usual clothing check for you.) Conversion Club business starts at 6:00 PM, opening with congratulations to the most recent convertees. In addition we will have three inductees to welcome, one of whom is a FasTrack participant. Justin and I look forward to seeing next Saturday. Brad Woods I left work early that next Wednesday and stopped at the office of Dr. Woods, telling the receptionist Teddy was going to give me an injection. Sure enough, in short order, Teddy called me to the back and had me follow him into his work area where he often draws blood. In a growing medical practice where private rooms are at a premium, he has an open alcove area. He pulled me close and gave me a kiss. His moustache brushed against my lips and felt really hot as, in hushed tones he asked "You're coming on Saturday, right?" "Yeah, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" "You're going to have an amazing time. I can't wait to help you with your treatment plan." I looked down at the growing bulge in his pants. "I can see your willingness to help right now." He looked in my eyes whispered, "I've wanted to poz you for a very long time. When I converted I was going to call you, but I made the decision to wait until my viral load was high enough to make a difference. Giving you my poz load and my blood is an honor." Both of us were hard, but this wasn't the place to do anything about it. He said, "Let's get your shot before I cum in my pants. Here's your Decadron shot. This will knock down your immune system response for the next week. We'll also give you a flu shot today. You might be a little achy. This will keep your immune system preoccupied so Saturday will be a success." "Sounds great. Let's do it." In the following days, I spent some extra time at the gym to make sure my body made a good impression. I cut even more fat out of my diet and went to extra spin classes to lean out further. Saturday around noon, I put my 24" colon snake, my big dildo, and some lube in the shower. I first used the douche hose to make sure my hole was totally cleaned out. I worked the colon snake up inside to confirm everything was out. Then I lubed up the dildo and rode that bad boy for a while, doing my best not to bust a load of cum. Keeping an eye on the time, I pulled out the dildo to see only a little mucus and just a trace of blood. That's perfect. Before getting out of the shower, I put some lube on my hand and worked my fingers up my hole. I've had my fist up my hole several times, and the feeling is awesome. The dildo stretched me out already, and it was fairly short order before my fist made its way inside. After a couple punches and turns, I pushed my hand out. My rosebud was pushed out nicely. Getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and got a look at what my diet and exercise plan achieved. I now have surface veins popping where they were buried before, my arms were veiny before, but you can see them all the way up my arm. My leg veins were showing and my lower abdomen veins were out for the first time. With the temperatures in the 90’s, I drove to the event with the convertible top down in just shorts and flip-flops. The sun felt good and I liked the cruising I got from guys. I arrived at Brad and Justin's place around 4:15. There were about 10 people, all of whom were already fully naked. With a kiss, Brad welcomed me to his home and showed me to the clothing check. Depositing my shorts and flip-flops in a bag, I headed to get a drink, passing Mateo, who looked sexy as fuck. Justin welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, "I'm glad you're here. You're going to have a great time. Hold the sex for after 6:00 PM. Let's get you a drink and introduce you to the Club members." This was a diverse group of guys, anywhere from 19 years old (Mateo) on up. We made our way to the bar area where three other guys were chatting, one of them was Blake. Justin said, "Guys, I want you to meet our FasTrack inductee, Rik. This is Bob, Tracy and Blake." I shook the hands of Bob and Tracy, with a "nice to meet you," and then gave a kiss and a hug to Blake, explaining to the other men "Blake and I have already met." Bob smiled and said, "Define met." Blake smiled and said, "He meant bred." Justin turned to me and asked, "So, what would you like?" "AIDS." "You'll get that in a little bit. What do you want to drink?" I looked at Blake and asked, "What are you having?" "You!" he replied. Giving a light laugh I replied "You'll get that in a little bit. What are you drinking?" "I suggest you can have a beer or bottled water. It’s important to stay hydrated," Blake commented. I was smart enough to take his hint, replying "A water sounds perfect." Blake and I made our way around the place, heading outside to the pool area where the rest of the guys were. Being the new meat, I got the once over from everyone, which I expected. There were cocks of every description ... some big, some smaller, some cut, some uncut, and some pierced. Most of the guys either buzzed or shaved their pubes. Strangely enough, I felt naked not having a biohazard tattoo. Everyone there had one above their cock, and most had one additional one. Some new arrivals were greeted by Brad, and one of them was my college roommate Mike. Holy shit ... when we roomed together, he was one of the biggest condom freaks on campus. He's a beautiful man, tall, dark and handsome. Other than his condom thing, he was a freak sexually. So fucking fun. I excused myself from Blake and went to say hello once he ditched his clothes. He was facing the bar when I approached, so I grabbed his ass and said, "Fancy meeting you at a place like this!" Mike turned around with a smile, "Rik! Great to see you." We hugged briefly and both pulled back to check for tattoos. He didn't have one yet. He was also an inductee. While Mike didn't have a tattoo, his cock was pierced and his nipples were huge ... like bigger than silver dollars and unusually puffy. So fucking sexy. "So looks like we're getting pozzed together. It'll be cool to do this with you!" I remarked. "Yeah, are you the old-school or FasTrack?" One of the biohazard tattoo guys standing around said, "You're the FasTrack one, huh?" I replied "I need to earn my biohazard bad. Hopefully I'll get the fuck flu soon." The biohazard guy smiled in reply, commenting "I'll do my best to help!" I turned back to Mike and said, "I love what your body mods. Your cock looks amazing with a PA ring. So sexy." Brushing my fingers against his puffy nips I added "And these are amazing. Holy fuck they're hot ... dude, how do I get those?" He smiled and said, "Yeah, I love them ... they're so much more sensitive right now, I can cum just by having a guy suck on them. Dr. Woods has me on a couple things to help grow them." "Wow. They're so fucking sexy. I'll talk to Dr. Woods about doing that as well." "Dr. Woods can make your dreams come true," Mike replied with a chuckle, then, changing the subject he asked "How are your parents?" "Good. How about yours?" "They're doing great. I spoke at Stanford and saw your younger brother Tom last week. He fucks like you do!" "Um ... Tommy's straight...." "Only his big uncut cock is arrow-straight, and he fucked me good. He loves my nipples ... great sex. You gotta try him." At this point my brain was racing, but had the common sense to conclude this was not a conversation to entertain at this moment, which was a good call as only a minute or two later the Conversion Club meeting apparently commenced when Teddy came through the group with a bowl of blue pills and yellow pills. "Anyone want a Viagra or Cialis? We also have TriMix injections available if you want one." "Have you ever done TriMix?" Mike asked. "No, I haven't. In fact I've never heard of it," I replied. "The TriMix makes me rock hard for hours," Mike explained. That was an easy call for me: "I'm open to everything today." "Great, let's do it," Mike responded as he gestured to Teddy saying "Rik and I will do the TriMix, Teddy." "We'll do those out by the pool," he explained, calling out to the group, "How many for TriMix?"

The next time I returned to the park, I mustered the courage to go behind the trees opposite the car park, where cars lights shined through the branches exposing all sorts of flashes of cocks and asses. Basically, behind the line of trees, you dropped your pants and let anyone and everyone fuck you bareback. I found a place, dropped my shorts, assumed the position and with poppers in hand, held onto the branches and stuck out my ass. Nervously waiting to be fucked raw by strangers I huffed on the very strong poppers.. Seriously, I lost count. I was so high on poppers I don't know how many men fucked me, a lot. All raw and bareback, taking turns, sloppy hole for use. I love being gang fucked bareback, being filled with hot cum, mouth and ass. Especially by complete strangers in the dark. Anyone can cum in my ass. I stayed for as long as I can remember behind the trees, perhaps 2 hours. Most of all I remember being bent over, snorting poppers and high as fuck, my asshole full and dripping with hot cum from strangers and other complete strangers sticking their bare cocks in me. I felt like a human sperm bank. Eventually, people had either cum or had to go home. I found myself stinking of spunk and sex, covered in sticky stuff and very high from the poppers. Alone, I pulled up my pants and staggered back to my car to have a smoke..

I've been dropping by the local abs every now and then after work, and alternating between giving head and fucking asses, and yesterday's was hot. A guy in the next booth was teasing me: rubbing me between his cheeks, running his fingers up the underside of my cock, and alternating between sucking and jerking me. After a couple of minutes, I felt him slip a rubber on me, then turned around and slammed himself on my cock. The angle was off, and I felt like he was going to break my dick, so I pulled out, stripped the condom off, and started jerking off. He reached through the hole, pulled my cock onto his side, put another condom on me, and pulled me into his ass. At that point, It felt better -- he was lined up now -- but I wasn't really getting a lot of pleasure out of it. I just wanted to get home, so I pulled out, stripped the condom off, and started jerking my cock again. After about ten or fifteen seconds, he pulled me back to his side and started giving me a mediocre blowjob, then turned around, grabbed my cock, and started backing onto it. He kept hesitating every inch or so, and he was tight enough that I'm pretty sure spit was the only lube he'd used, so I didn't move until he'd pushed back to the point that I was balls deep in him. He started sliding up and down it and alternating between saying 'no, I can't" and "oh god, oh god, oh fuck me!" Bare skin always feels the best, and when he started twitching and moaning, I blew into him. Things got real slick, real fast, and he froze. He reached back and felt my cummy cock, then started sliding up and down again. About five minutes later I managed a second load, and then I was done. I pulled out and wiped off my dick, and saw him fingering his hole, jerking his finger away, and then putting it back up and feeling the cum oozing out. By the time I was buttoned up and out the door, he had his finger in his ass and just kept saying "oh shit, no way ... no way ... he came in me." I don't know if he really was that hesitant or inexperienced, but if he was, I think I introduced him to the joy he can feel accepting the role of cumdump.

I gave Justin a "what the fuck" look. He said, "You just stay put." Mateo, the sexy nurse from earlier came into the room and smiled when he saw me with my ass up on a pillow. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm glad you're here to get pozzed up!" "Rik, meet Mateo. Mateo had the fuck flu six months ago and he's really toxic right now... shares the same strain as Brad and I. I hope you don't mind if he breeds you as well." I really wasn't in a position to say no. Besides, this kid was smoking hot. He pulled off his nurse's uniform top and pulled loose the drawstring from his pants. He must ride a bicycle a lot as the has big meaty, muscular thighs, covered in sexy fur. And above his buzzed pubes, a biohazard tattoo as well. Fuck, that is hot. “Wow! You have a biohazard too?” Mateo smiled and asked, which one? He turned around to show me the same tattoo on his right ass cheek. Justin explained, “We know an amazing guy named Zak in Chicago. He has a place off Halsted Street called Windy City Tattoo. He's prolific poz breeder and sexy stud. He's done the biohardard tattoos for all of the conversion club members. As much as I am intrigued by earning a biohazard tattoo, the raging hard-on that Mateo has right now merits more attention. Toxic or not, I need this kid's load in my hole. I lifted my legs for him, providing consent for him to add his diseased DNA to my system. For being a young guy, he knew exactly how to press my buttons. Like Justin, he rubbed his cock up and down my pre-lubed hole before sliding all the way inside me. Freshly fucked, I felt my ass juices start to ooze out, even though he worked to wipe the juices back onto his cock and inside me. Justin watched as Mateo skillfully bred my hole. He tweaked my nips for a while, but it wasn't long before he had his eyes closed, looking like he was praying to the god of all poz cocks. You know that look of sheer bliss. I was close to the same state, feeling him sliding in and out of my battered hole. While I was getting fucked, Brad and Teddy came in the room and joined the audience. At this point, I didn't care who saw me getting bred by a poz cock. This felt amazing, and I would deal with whatever it brought at another time. Brad and Teddy were getting naked as well, so they were totally into my breeding. Before long, Mateo's breaths started getting short and it was clear he was getting close to cumming inside me. I blurted out, "Come on stud, fuck me with your poz cock. Give me your disease!" And with that his cock started flooding my hole with his charged load, bathing my guts with his AIDS virus. This kid fucked me like he hated me ... it was awesome. He had a need to seed, and my hole was his infection target. I just asked for a diseased load. What the fuck just happened? Mateo pulled out and I did my best to keep the charged seed inside me. Brad and Teddy were naked at this point, and they were in a three-way kiss huddle with Justin. How fucking hot was that to watch? I managed to get up on my feet and being fucked on my back for so long. I was wobbly - and with good reason. The three guys broke their embrace and pulled me into them for a hug and a grope. That's when I noticed Teddy and Brad both had biohazard tattoos above their cocks. Teddy also had one between his shoulder blades, and Brad had another one on his arm ... which is when I figured out everyone in this exam room was poz, except for me ... and my immune system was on its way out. Brad looked me in the eyes and asked, "I hope you'll accept our invitation to the conversion club. I know this is a lot to take in, but it will be worth it ... even through your fuck flu." I looked gave a glance at these four breeders and said, "Yes, I want to be on your team. Infect me." Teddy grabbed an ass cheek and said, "We gotta get started planning where your biohazard tattoo is going to go." Brad said, "Well, I'd love a chance to breed Rik and I know Teddy does too, but we need to get back to work. So, I have a question for Rik. How fast do you want to earn your biohazard tattoo?" "Depends. What do I need to do in order to speed up the process?" I asked. Justin said, "Come over on Friday night. Clean out your hole and we'll have some fun. We will all give you a dose of our DNA, and if you are a good boy, a blood donation from all of us." We all kissed goodbye and I headed home. What took place was so fucking erotic, I just wanted to hop on Breeding Zone and jack off to some conversion fiction. But I really needed to get a workout in before I do that. I got into the BodyCombat class at 6:30 and powered through the boxing, karate and taekwondo kicks and punches. It is a great way to work up a sweat while keeping flexible and strong. There was a sexy black guy there, new to the class. His sexy body got even sexier with a sweat, and his shorts clung to his bubble butt. A couple sideways glances turned into flirting. At the end of the class I headed down to the locker room and, as luck would have it, his locker was right next to mine. Strange how the world works. I said, "Give me a sec and I'll be out of your way." He smiled and said, "Don't sweat it, take your time." I pulled my shirt off and as I was getting the sweat off me, this beautiful man stripped off his shirt and revealed beautiful chestnut brown skin, rock hard abs ... and a fucking biohazard tattoo. It didn't stand out as much due to his skin color ... and half of it was hidden under his underwear. But the design is the same as the three guys I had seen earlier that day. I found myself wondering 'Am I the only guy in town without a fucking biohazard tattoo'? The locker room was full of guys and I needed to be discrete, but I had to get more info about this. I drew up some courage and said, "I like your tattoo ... a lot." He smiled and said "Thanks, it took a lot of work. Do you have one?" "No, but I'll probably be getting mine soon. Any chance you know Brad and Justin?" He smiled and said "Yeah ... Let's talk on the way out." We stepped out to the street where it was a little more private. I said, "Thanks for taking to me about this." "Sure, no problem. Let me ask, how far along are you?" "Earlier today was the first time." "Wow. You are just beginning." "Yeah, I know. Big decision. So fucking hot." "Hey, I live a block from here. You want to go there and talk for a minute?" "Yeah, thanks. I have a million questions." "Cool. By the way, I'm Rik." "I'm Blake." We got to his place and after offering me a bottle of water, we sat down on the couch when Blake asked "Were you chasing?" "No, not at all. Getting pozzed wasn't on my mind at all. Were you chasing?" "Nope. I went to Dr. Woods for PEP after a gun came in my hole. I was freaking out and went to see what he could do." I laughed, "I guess he took care of your problem!" He smiled. "Yeah, he sure did." I asked, "How bad was your fuck flu?" Blake replied, "Dude, that's the best part of being with this club. The doctors will help you through the whole thing. You can go to their place and they'll give you an IV or drugs to make it easier ... if you want." I was surprised. "That's cool!" "Yeah," Blake continued, "I was really fucking sick when I converted, but the club guys helped out a lot. That's when your body is trying to fight off the infection, and that's when you need extra doses the most." "Extra doses?" I asked. Blake replied "You know: more poz cum. You'll take more infected loads the whole time. It's hot." I found his attitude towards seroconversion fucking twisted. Seroconverting only to take more charged loads. I loved it. In fact my cock was straining against my shorts, leaving a wet spot of precum. I couldn't help but notice Blake's cock was also rock hard. "I'm getting totally turned on." Reaching over, I cupped Blake's cock and asked, "Any chance I can taste your poz cock?" He smiled, "I'd prefer to fuck some of my charged load in your hole." I knelt on the floor and pulled his shorts off and then went directly to sucking his cock. His cock was quite large, beautiful, and, of course black. It was quite a mouthful. After working on his cock for a while, I looked up and asked, "Will you breed me? "Rik, let's go to my room. I'd love to get inside you." Tossing clothes off as we walked, we were both naked by the time we got to his bedroom. "How many biohazard tattoos do you have?" "My pubic one hardly shows, so just the one for now." I asked, "It looks so sexy on you. Fuck dude. Did you do the blood donation process, or did you do it the old-fashioned way?" "The regular way. They didn't start using blood until recently. You going to do that?" "Yeah, probably Friday night." "Too fucking hot." My finger traced his ink as I was fantasizing about earning my own biohazard. With his finger on my chin, he lifted my lips to his and we made out for a while. "I got a toxic cock here and I really want to be the one who converts you. How about I get my cock inside you now?" I laid onto the bed on my back and he crawled between my legs. "I love uncut cock. Let me taste you." He went face-down on my hard cock and played with my foreskin. He knew enough to run his tongue underneath it, in order to make it really intense. He reached over to get a little lube for my hole and then some for his cock. He slowly worked his infected cock inside my already ravaged hole. The lube made it feel great. I wiggled my ass around his cock in an attempt to get it in faster. I really wanted to be a bond with Blake. His cock, my third toxic cock of the day, started slow and easy. He was adept at leveraging his cock into my ass. His strokes were full, making great use of his huge cock. Blake fucked my hole like a master. We’d make out for a little bit but his primary focus was getting off. My hole was just a tool that enabled him to get off in. We got into a comfortable rhythm as if we were one. I whispered in his ear, "I'm begging you for your poz cum. Please infect my neg hole." And that did the job. Blake started bucking against my hole like crazy. He was a man possessed, totally focused on how to make his cock ejaculate his toxic load inside my asshole. And it felt glorious. Blake gave a deep inhale, “Oh God ... Fuck, Oh God I'm close.” “Fuck me Blake, do it to me ... fuck me up.” Two more strokes from Blake and he yelled, “Damn!!!!!!!!!” With that my ass was filled as if by a fire hose. I unmistakably felt Blake's ejaculations blasting into my hole, his poz cock shooting cum like a shot gun. It was a beautiful experience. Totally spent, he collapsed in my arms and we both went unconscious for a couple minutes, after which we made out for a while, and whispered sweet nothings, about how fucking random this was, how getting a deadly infection had brought us together, and our prospects for the future. It was awesome. Blake said, "We're a mess. Let's shower quickly. I have a steam shower. You'll love it." He pressed a button to get the steam going, and within a couple minutes it was starting to fog up, at which point he invited me to join him "Come on in, there's room for two." He turned on the waterfall shower and we both took turns rinsing the day off us. He turned off the waterfall and grabbed the soap. As the fog raised, he grabbed me from the back and started to soap me up. His big hands slid all over my body. He reached around and grabbed my dick with soapy hands and started getting my cock to full extension. Oh fuck, he felt amazing. He moved to the front of me and then soaped his hole, asking "Any chance I can get some of the last of your neg cum load? It would be an honor to take whatever you got. Please fuck me!" I've wanted inside Blake since the moment I saw him. Some guys ... you just want to breed them. In this case, I got to do just that. I worked a finger inside Blake's ass, and he loosened right up. This would be fun! I pushed his back forward to bend him over and was able to slide right in. His ass was magnificent. Definitely one of the better holes I've fucked. Since I had cum earlier that day, I needed to up my game and really work up a cum load. I hoped he was ready for an animalistic fuck, because I had no choice but to rut his hole like a wild animal. It was so fucking hot. During the whole time, he repeatedly chanted "Yeah .... Yeah ...." After a little bit, I said, "OK Blake, I gotta blow in your hot ass. I can't hold it any longer." And with that, I gave him any neg see left in my body. He got the last of it. I looked him in the eyes and said, "This was an unexpected joy being with you. I hope your cum infects me. You can be my poz daddy anytime." He smiled and said, "Just wait, with the conversion club, it'll be so easy to breed and gift poz guys. Our numbers are growing and infected loads are everywhere. You'll see." I asked, "Will you be there Friday? I'm supposed to get bred by Brad and Teddy, and they talked about the Blood Donation." Blake smiled and said, "Yeah, that sounds like a great time. I'd love to have more of my DNA coursing through your veins." With a quick kiss I replied, “I’d like that.” And with that, I headed home with visions of Friday night.

I could have saved myself a lot of heartache had I accepted male 'predatory promiscuity' (the hunting instinct) as an inevitable trait of the gay territory. All the fucking jealousies and hypocrisies and two-timing cheats! Had we (the 4 or so prior BF) discussed it, 'THE TERMS', maybe we I could have had FUN with tricks, treating all the sexual escapades like a sport! (unfortunately, some gay guys emulate the behavior of their philandering hetero fathers) Let's face it: monogamy was something pushed onto humanity by the assorted cults (religions) to create order in the heterosexual reproduction process and to 'keep peace in the village'! Arranged marriages, contracts between patriarchal clans. Love would be secondary! 'That one there, she will do! Good birthin hips!' SOLD!!!! Done deal! "Now you gotta stick with the broad who raises your brood!" Porking for reproduction! 'Sex is naughty, dirty', all that malarkey! Of course the males in hetero society (if they are slick and cunning and can afford it by higher rank and income) tend to have a 'mistress' or many of them... (nudge, nudge, wink, wink by their approving male peers) Not just to habitual flirting his homely wife sees him do, but the locker-room talk and banging her balls-to-the-wall without a condom behind the wife's back as they typically do! ...and the betrodden broad at home, is forced to condone and miserably bites her lip and keeps cooking and washing diapers... as her philandering alpha male goes about deep-sixing his champ-cock into every Louisa, Katrina and giggling goose. The giggling goose maybe 'lawfully wedded' to some sexually frustrated, small-dicked beta-gander who talks a lot about scripture but barely enjoys humping his damsel's sloppy pussy (for reasons best known by himself) and saves his meager semen production for the rare occasion when the next offspring is due. Hence his eagerly embraced belief that recreational 'SEX IS DIRTY' which fits in nicely! And these situations are when the giggling goose might prove herself as a cunning cunt with a plan! (yes, I read the following in some science paper) Apparently human nature and the evolutionary process favors big-dicked, massive cum-gushers and promiscuous cheaters!!!! A broad who gets a dribble of seed from her less enthusiastic spawning mate might quickly take THE REAL DEAL, either before or after, a cheater's champ-cock, the bigger, the better, blasting her coochie full with a gusher of cum that forces the genes of the slicker willy to the head of the cue. The beta gander prides himself of the bulging belly in his damsel although he might be raising the fruit of the alpha-cheater. Alpha cheaters typically move on to greener pastures with the hunting instinct always intact. Damsel might be in distress for a New York minute but will soon find another part-time suitor when the candles and the broom-stick won't do any more... I understand some of the GAY opponents of gay marriage: guys forcing an unrealistic society artifact on themselves, becoming quasi-neutered and overly domesticated! But what is good for the philandering gander in a gay relationship can also be good for the giggling goose! I consider my 'gay marriage' a hybrid! Simple-minded fags are confused! What are you all doing? Open relationship? Here in the DEEP SOUTH disapproving queens are quick to judge and they show their conventional roots. Mouth opens and the church-lady's tacky purse falls out, with here bible, poppers and the cell-phone with grindr and SCRUFF app wide open... Since joining the... what may I call it? The 'fearless, post-poz-scare bareback sports-fucking underground' maybe? The bare-back rodeo?? Well since 'embracing bareback promiscuity' I have learned that both my man and I, as well as ALL of our assorted play-mates have responded the same way: we are turned on by 'scoring', by 'sloppy seconds', by BREEDING and SEEDING, absorbing a stranger's cum, by dominating beta males, by anon alphas who leave their copious DNA in our prospective play-mates. We feel a liberated RUSH, a belonging to a fornication fraternity. We have left behind conventional thinking and the rubbers in the dust-bin of our past. Sure we have limitation of what turns us on and I won't list mine as not to be a downer for those who do go that route, you know, the assorted 'basements below the basement' at the sub-culture's game-rooms. But it's like a buffet: you don't have to have the frog-legs or get bent out of shape when your man nibbles at them. I'm lucky in that my man and I are pretty much on the same page. For example: one of our 'play-mates' came over the other day and played with my ass: 'stretched' it with his (much smaller than my hands) hands, so as he said "I loosen you up for the big cocks at the sex-parties". And then he took a picture (I shared it on here) My man joked: "I don't want to need adult diapers! But I'll TAKE CARE OF YOU! lol" (ps: I don't like the 'pro-lapse-scene' either) Well we both agree we like jaded cum-dumpsters! Like this guy Danny my man sometimes fucks for sport. It turns me on to know 'the kid' (as I recall him from his underaged club-days) is now a cum-guzzling cum-dumpster and we pretend to buy every hypocrisy he habitually spouts: "Are you CLEAN?" He utters as a smoke-screen to guys he randomly hooks up with, although the word is out he has been poz and he is a chronic jealous cheater. He is so fucking cute, I urged my hesitating man to "GO GO GO! Slam-dunk that punk!" when he had him on the grindr hook! Danny blew up several 'perfect unions of two fairy-tale-princes-in-a fake-happily-ever-after' relationships with his hypocrisy and dishonesty! AND one gay marriage too, and he isn't even 35 yet? My man is 30! Porked him with his fat wiener and blasted a load in his promiscuous slut-hole. I can jack off to that thought alone! The other day my man was mad at me after the trick came over to 'stretch my hole' and fuck it for an hour! Not because of the guy. Oh no, he is fine with Mark coming over. Mark is manly, married, poz and in an asexual hetero relationship. Works in construction and likes to get his rocks off; he is my 'wing-man' at the sex-parties (leads the bucks up to breed me) No, my man was mad because we 'ruined the bed-spread' with all the lube. And it's one of the 'frilly things' you really can't wash... lol

[Not particularly bareback, though there is some bb sex in the story, but hot nonetheless...] When I started on my first cycle I was about nineteen. I had just entered college the year before but had already decided that I wasn't going to try for any teams as I didn't have time for it, but I wanted to keep working out and keep in shape. My desire to grow larger soon turned into an obsession as I became a serious, albeit young, bodybuilder and worked out six days a week. I had hit a plateau and been stuck there for months. I tried everything - varying my workout, vitamins, pills from magazines and such, but nothing really worked. This guy in the gym I was talking to one day then offered me roids. I thought about it for a bit - I knew the side effects, of course, but figured if I was only on them for a little while it wouldn't be a problem, right? I don't drink or do any drugs, so my kidneys and liver seemed okay. It wasn't until I'd been on the roids for two years that anybody ever mentioned it. Taylor, my boyfriend for the last four months or so, asked if I ever thought about the side effects. I told him of the kidney and liver stuff and how I always checked out okay. "Not that," he said. "Look at your balls, man." My balls had always been a little small. I have small genitals and will admit it; it's never really mattered as I've always been a bottom. I'm okay with it, and never thought anybody really cared until Taylor said something. "That can't be good for you," he said. "Have you ever tried injecting natural testosterone?" "You need a prescription for it. I'll try to cut back, though." I meant it, too - I really liked Taylor, and if he wanted me to cut back then I would at least make the effort. The problem was, when I did I started losing mass. I'm 6'1", and went from 240 to 230 in just a week. I went back on them. Taylor said he understood, but still wished I could give them up. Once my attention had been brought to my balls I started paying more to them. The longer I was on the roids the more they shrivelled. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it, but Taylor seemed to actually enjoy that particular effect - he liked having a huge lover with a small cock, and not much in the way of balls. We lay in bed one night, him fonding me, and he brought the topic up again. "I've been thinking," he said. "We could get you a prescription for testosterone patches." "Yeah? How?" "Well, we'd simply need to prove a medical need for it. You would have to stop producing it otherwise." "I doubt I produce it now." "So do I, but we would need to guarantee it, and there's only one way we could do that." "What?" I asked the question already knowing the answer. "Castrate you." He let that soak in for a bit and then continued. "You've already essentially done it to yourself, and you've said before that they didn't do much. If you actually didn't have testicles, then you could get the prescription." "I don't know..." Castration seemed a little severe. "Ah, it's just a though. No big deal." He rolled over. I thought about it that night, and the next, and for some time. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, but I wanted to go further. I wanted all of my more or less useless genitals gone, just smoothed over. So, one day I told Taylor. "Remember how you said I should just have myself castrated?" "Yeah." "What would you think about me having a smooth groin, no cock, no balls, no nothing?" A lump grew in his jeans, and I knew he needed no convincing. The real problem now was finding someone capable of doing the operation safely. At the time we were just looking for someone to cut my balls out - we knew my cock would be harder to get rid of so figured we'd wait on it. It took two months, but we found somebody. The guy used to be a medic in the Marines. We talked to him a bit on the phone and told him about me. He seemed excited by the prospect of castrating a guy like me. We drove down to see him. He met us at the door wearing just shorts. The guy was about 35, pretty well built. He shaved his head bare and looked like he did his body too. He invited us in and looked me over, seeming pleased. "Why don't you get naked and we'll get started?" I stripped down and he gave me a quick exam to make sure I wasn't going to have a coronary or anything when my balls came off. While he did, Taylor and I talked to him a bit. "So how did you get into this, anyway?" Taylor asked him. "Cough," he told me, and I wondered why he cared about my shriveled nuts. "When I was in the service I had to do one once on a boy who got shot through his balls. I was in him, cutting the things out, and as I did it got more and more horny. This kid was about to lose his manhood, and I was taking it from him. "Got me thinking. This kid was a Marine, the best of the best, supposedly the manliest of men, and he had no balls. Thinking about it got me horny, and I wanted to do it again. "I got lucky as hell about it nearly a year later when some boys got into a fight over something; I never knew what. My guess was a woman because one of them tried to slash at the other boys' groin with a bayonet. He got him square in the scrotum but the other kid still stood - that boy was an ox, he was - and started beating the other boy in. Got so pissed he started kicking the other boy in the crotch so hard he crushed both of his balls. "So here I come in. The boy who get kicked was treated first, and his both had to go. I was almost so horny after finishing him that I couldn't do the other boy. "I examined him and saw that he would be fine - he got cut, and you bleed a lot there," he looked up at me, "Bend over son," then just continued as he probed my prostate. "I'm ashamed to say it, but even though the boy's testicles were fine I told him they were gangrenous and had to go. "The kid took it like a man, though. I cut his suckers out and nearly came when I did it. When I left the first thing I did was go to the showers and jack off. When I got out I looked at my underwear; they were soaked in precum." He stood up. "You're good enough, boy. Come on." We followed him into the room he did this stuff in. "After that I was an addict. Anytime a kid had anything wrong with his balls, I used every excuse I could to nut him, even if I could only take one. Pretty soon, my desires changed a little." We walked into the room. It was a miniature operating room with a table in the middle, sink, cabinets, and a tray with some instruments and such on it. He yanked off his shorts to reveal his groin. Taylor and I both noted with some surprise that he had been castrated as well, but more...his cock had been mostly cut off too, leaving just a stub about an inch long, and currently as erect as a stub can get. "As you can see, I decided that I wanted to be cut a bit as well." He lay me on the table and put my feet into stirrups hanging from the ceiling, then strapped me down to the table. He stuck my cock with an anesthetic and while it went numb kept talking. "Castrating other guys was still a thrill, but I wanted more. As time went on I realized that what I was doing to these other guys was what I wanted to have done to myself. So,after getting up the courage," he was now putting disinfectant all over my cock, "I castrated myself. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I managed it and nobody found out. I took two days sick, as I was still a Marine at the time, but afterwards managed to recover quickly. I was back on my feet in a day or so, although, I don't recommend working out for at least a week." He washed his own hands and put on rubber gloves, laying out his tools while he waited for the disinfectant to dry. "The thing was, even after castrating myself I wanted more. I prescribed myself testosterone shots, and it was like nothing had really changed. I wanted more. "It took a long time, but eventually I managed to find someone willing to do it. He said he knew how to do this sort of thing, and that he had done them before. I believed him. "He put a catheter in my cock anesthitized it, then cut all the way around the base. It seemed like all was going well until I started bleeding big time. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do, and as he started to panic I had to talk him through it as I lost consciousness. "I found out later he had ended up calling a hospital. They fixed me up okay but I never saw my 'cutter' again...good thing to; I would have killed him. They asked what happened, and I told him the last thing I remembered was being hit over the head with something heavy. They seemed to buy that. "It took a few weeks to recover. I was transferred to a military hospital to recuperate and offered a medical discharge, I think just out of pity. I faked remorse - I was pretty pissed off about it, but secretly happy that most of my cock had been removed. "I took the discharge, and here I am. I still get off on this stuff, and like gelding men willing to let me." "So how many have you done?" I asked him. "I'm numb, by the way." "Twenty, maybe twenty-five. All manly men." "We are looking for someone to take his cock, by the way," Taylor mentioned. "You want us to let you know if we find anybody reliable?" "Hell yes - I want all of this," he motioned toward his mutilated groin, "off! You ready, son?" he asked me. I nodded. He started slowly with the scalpel. It hurt a little - enough to be annoying, but not really painful. The first incisions were vertical, down the length of my rather small scrotum. Once the cuts had been made, he worked out the balls with his hands. They looked so naked - like little raisins. Once the first was out, he snipped it off and tied off all the blood vessels and the vas deferens, then did the same with the other. After some quick cleanup work with blood vessels, and removing as much of my scrotum as he could safely do, he stitched me up and wrapped a tight bandage about my cock. Afterwards we sat around and talked some. Taylor got naked as well and they fooled around a little. Later, after I felt like walking, I downed a plate of aspirin and we headed out to get some dinner - I had been told not to eat beforehand and was starving. We all seemed to get along really well together, actually, and ended up making plans for a threesome whenever I healed. Heal I did, and quickly. I went on the testosterone patches Tom prescribed for me almost immediately. Within a week my cock didn't hurt any more, even when I got erect, and there was no blood in my cum. I was still a little nervous about sex, though, so waited a few more days, about to burst - no sex in a week and a half; I was about to explode. About two days later I pretty much tackled Taylor. He fucked my brains out. It felt like his cock was hitting the base of my brain, and I remembered that he hadn't had sex in a week and a half either. I even fucked him a little, just to make sure everything really was okay. It felt fine; a little sore later but no other problems. We invited Tom over for the promised threesome, and it was okay. He was really into dildos, so my ass hurt a bit after he gave me a working over. He also like to get fucked himself, so we settled on Taylor working his ass and me playing with his stub in my mouth. He really seemed to get off on the muscle trip, and when we went to standing position would have me flex while he felt it and I sucked. The testosterone patches weren't quite as good as the normal roids but worked, albeit slowly. I wore three or four at a time when Taylor wasn't looking; he only wanted me on one or two, max. What happened was that the steroid muscle slowly turned into more lasting tissue - normally when you go off them, you lose the extra muscle pretty quick. I did lose some, but with the huge testosterone boost I was getting it helped pick up some of the slack. The first time I went back to the gym after my castration I worked out as normal, in fairly snug shorts and a tank, which quickly ended up in my bag. I had shaved my body before coming and hadn't gotten to show off to anybody but Tom in the last week or so. I got the reaction I look for - smaller guys looking at me with awe, larger ones with envy, and the truly huge with more understanding. After stretching/preening a bit, I went into my set as usual. I'd lost a little from the week off, but my energy level was high so overall did well. When done I dropped my shorts and walked in the showers as usual, not even thinking about my recent alteration. I soaped up and watched the guys come into the shower after me, and gave them the usual show. I did notice more of my hair coming out on top, which took my attention for a moment. I turned around to wash my hair and then remembered: I had no balls - these guys could see that, easily, especially with my small cock! I turned back around and washed, worried that somebody had noticed. I didn't hear anything, though, so when done I wrapped my towel about myself loosely and got dressed quickly. Some of the guys I usually saw bullshitted with me, and I was pretty sure nobody noticed. As the weeks passed, I started taking more chances - showering the old way, back towards the wall for longer periods, wondering if anybody would notice or even care. I still got looks at my body but nobode seemed to see it. I figured they were too entranced by the muscle. I heard a comment about my small cock once but still they didn't say anything about the absence of testicles. When Taylor found a guy who said he could do a penectomy, I thought all that was over with. The guy turned out to be a fake, so I won a small reprieve. About a month later he contacted a guy who seemed to be for real, though. He could do the whole deal, he claimed - urethral relocation, total penile tissue removal, the whole bit. We decided to have it done in about a month, when the guy could take a vacation. I got even more bold showing off my genitals, and finally one guy seemed to notice. His name was Andy. Nice guy, probably gay, nearly as well built as me - better chest, worse legs, hot. We were dressing at adjacent lockers and he asked me if I was on roids. "Sorta," I told him. "Got patches." "Just thought I'd point it out, man," his voice got lower, "Your balls are tiny, dude." "No, they're not," I told him, smiling. "Man, I can hardly see 'em...some guys have been talking about it." "They're not small, man, they're gone." He snorted at this and then looked at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding me. You don't have balls?" "Had 'em removed about two months ago so I could get patches and go off the roids. Liver damage n' all. Here..." I whipped it out. "Feel it." He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to feel for them. It got me hard, of course. "So you can still get a hard on?" "Yeah, the patches are testosterone so everything still works. Cum's a little weird - clear, and not much of it. Otherwise it's all the same, at least, for another two weeks." "What happens then?" "I'm getting my cock cut off." He just stood there for a second, and looked at my cock in his hand. He looked me over for a second or two, then back down, his own cock slowly becoming hard. "Holy shit." We both got dressed in silence, me wondering what he would say and silently cursing myself for letting it spill. I had kind of wanted to and kind of didn't, but now it was done. I kept glancing at him, trying to make out an expression. "Totally smooth, huh?" he finally spoke. "Yeah." Another pause. "Can I get a friend the same deal?" Andy wanted his lover cut as well. He told me they both had some fantasies about it for awhile but had never taken them seriously because they didn't think that sort of thing was possible. Andy didn't have much in the way of balls either but his cock was nice. His lover was about average as well in the ball department, but like me, had a tiny cock. He was even worse off, though - even erect it looked like all he really had was a head poking out of some skin. Andy wanted to be castrated as well but liked his cock, and actually was looking into enlargement. We contacted the surgeon and he said he could do three, just not all on the same day. The two weeks passed all too slowly. When the weekend came for it to happen we were all pretty nervous. Tom and I were sititting on our couch. Andy was pacing and his boyfriend, a guy named Curtis, was playing Solitaire on the computer. Taylor had gone to pick up the cutter from the airport we flew him into. With his two seater he had to go alone, leaving the rest of us here to get nervous as hell. Tom spoke up. "Any of you want to use those cocks of yours one last time? I'm fuckin' horny as hell." All three of us spoke up, so ended up pairing off. Curtis and Tom made it on the couch while Andy and I took each other on the floor. Andy was usually a top and I a bottom, but since it was my cock that was about to get cut off we switched, at first anyway. It was only the second time I'd fucked anybody since I'd been castrated myself. It still felt a little weird; I kept expecting to feel my balls swinging at least a little bit. When I came it felt different too - without the cum to be forced out of my testicles, the only spew came from my prostate. I'd always been aware of that feeling before, but never noticed it what with the cum spurting out. Now that I did, it felt like the orgasm came from not just my balls, but my whole midsection. It was definitely different. We swapped places and went at it again. As he kept pounding into me I decided that having my cock gone would easily be the best thing for me - much as I liked using it, being on the receiving end was so much better. Right as Andy came in me I looked up to see the door open and Taylor walk in with the cutter. When I saw the cutter, I came - not because of what he looked like but what he was going to do to me. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he jibed. He introduced himself as Eric. Andy and I finished up and washed off, and Tom and Curtis soon followed. Once we were all clean, dry, and naked, the cutter had most of his stuff set up in the bathroom. We figured that it was the best place since the blood would be easier to clean. Eric was a pretty good looking guy with slender, compact muscles. Tom was going first, so as he prepped him we talked a little. He had done four penectomies so far and two straight castrations. Turned out he was a med school student. He had gotten started when a transsexual he'd met offered him $500 to emasculate him/her. He ended up getting a real thrill out of it, and afterwards the transsexual made sure he had more business. Still, he wasn't really into effeminate men and said the chance to nullify real men was way more of a turn on. I didn't get to watch as Tom's stub got removed. The bathroom was too small to fit in an observer as well as Tom, Eric, and Taylor, who was acting as surgeon's assisstant since he was the only one not getting something removed. The rest of us just watched TV naked, jacking off or being jacked as we got horny. After two hours or so Tom was done. He was way groggy from the painkillers, so we put him on my bed with a towel between his legs. He was conscious enough to know to stay there and not play with his crotch, anyway. I was next. Eric dabbed on the disinfectant and I watched his erection grow as he looked at my body. Within minutes I was lying in the tub with my legs spread, groggy and barely conscious from the drugs and trying nto to squirm from the catheter being inserted down my pisshole. I watched as the scalpel dug into my cock for the first time. It hurt, but it was an odd kind of hurt, like somebody else was the one being cut or it was my cock but far away. Within minutes I was watching Eric slide it off of the catheter and dropping it into the tray Taylor held. Taylor looked like he could have supported the tray himself with his erection. Maybe it was just the drugs, but it looked as big as I'd ever seen it. After that the drugs really kicked in hard and I drifted. I was vaguely aware of Eric poking a new pisshole out lower down but it wasn't as clear or intense a feeling as the cuts into my groin had been. Then, it was all over. Taylor washed me off while Eric left, and then he and Andy carried me in next to Tom, who was passed out. I didn't wake up until the next day. I felt like I'd had the worst hangover of my life - my head was pounding, my muscles aching, and every time I moved my groin screamed at me. Tom was still next to me. "Hey...you awake?" I muttered. "Yeah." "Did they leave us any painkillers?" "Yeah. Just a second." He leaned way to the right and grabbed a bottle of pills and a thermos. "Here. Don't take more than two." The water was warm, but it helped me get them down. After half an hour or so they kicked in. I felt nauseous but better. A glance at the clock told me it was 7. Taylor walked in. "I thought I heard voices in here. How are you two feeling?" We both groaned in unison. "You two hungry at all? Curtis and I were going to run out and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast before he and Andy get cut." I wasn't hungry, so just nodded my head. "You guys want a TV in here?" Neither of us seemed to. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit. Andy'll check on you every few minutes or so." Andy did so about ten minutes later, and that was the last time I saw him as a man with testicles. I dozed off until that afternoon, and by the time I was awake he was a eunuch and Curtis a smooth as me and Tom. We felt okay to watch TV by that point and eat a little bit. Eric was staying until Sunday. He came in and changed the dressings and hung out a little bit. I wanted to walk some but he wouldn't let me. The most embarrassing part of the whole deal was that I couldn't even piss freely. Even with the new pisshole there was still the catheter since I couldn't walk. I had to pity Taylor as he was the one to empty them all. By Sunday Andy was up and about, albeit slowly. We said our goodbyes to Eric and he made us promise to send pictures. After that Tom and I dosed up and spend the next day in a daze. Around Tuesday I was able to walk slowly. Anytime my legs rubbed against my catheter it hurt like a bitch, so I had to waddle with them slightly apart. I had enought muscle control to keep from pissing myself, though, and Wednesday the catheter came out. My whole midsection was black and blue, and Eric had left strict instructions that I was not to work out for at eleast two weeks. Andy and Curtis went home then but said they'd give us a call in a week or so if we wanted to get together. Tom stayed at our place all week until we were both moving again, then took off himself. That Saturday I could wear pants again. As weird as not having a dick was, it was weirder having the cotton of my underwear rub against it. Taylor and I fucked like crazy as soon as I felt up to it. It was really weird - I would get a very slight tightness in my groin when I should have had an erection, and then when I managed to cum, there was an orgasm but, without a prostate, nothing came out, not even the slight dribble I had become used to. My nipples got a lot more sensitive without the comparatively more powerful stimulation my cock used to give. For that matter, my whole skin seemed more sensitive. The orgasm came from deeper inside me now, instead of just my cock or absent balls. I started back at the gym as soon as I could - I had a lot to make up, what with not doing anything for two weeks. My muscles were straining for a workout. My usual admirers were there too, as was Andy. I kept noticing surprised looks when they glanced at my crotch, now totally empty. There was still a nasty yellowish bruise, but it was healing quickly. Andy seemed to enjoy teasing them, and eventually showed off his groin, with its nice cock and no testicles. Once my bruise was gone, I tried working out one day in tight briefs, showing without doubt that there was nothing down there. It was weird - when I had been castrated I worried about people finding out. Now that I was totally nullified, I enjoyed showing it off - I wanted people to know. There was the occaisional nervous comment about it, and I'm sure people talked, but this time I didn't care. Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, too. He didn't have to bother with reacharounds if I couldn't cum before him any more, and even though I was taking the testosterone like crazy, my sex drive had decreased. Sometimes I didn't cum but didn't want to, and well, sometimes I pretty much had to attack him. Andy told me about Curtis every once in awhile. Apparently he had a hard time at first but was better now. Curtis didn't want hormones and was planning on slimming down anyway - he just wanted to be Andy's tool, used when necessary. Andy said he had been having hot flashes pretty badly and night sweats, but they had mostly disappeared at this point, and he was happy being for the most part asexual. Andy himself hadn't had any problems at all. He was still on megadoses of hormone and loving it.

I was sitting at home one Sunday night, horny and idling stroking my hard cock. Jerking off was the obvious answer, but I wanted to cum in some queer's mouth or ass, preferably after getting a few loads down my throat. I went online and checked if anybody interesting had cruised me on squirt. Nope, just a guy who'd offered to fuck me several times. No face pic, his body looked hot enough and he had a big dick. But, I got a bad feeling from him and had always turned him down. It looked like a night for Hollywood Boutique in Lake City. I posted a note on my profile and on the Hollywood page in the Cruising section. It was busy for a Sunday, several guys cruising, two guys making out and stroking each other's cocks and one guy sucking another. I went to the gay room, took a chair and pulled my cock out. One of the cruisers, an older guy, sat down next to me and showed his cock. I stroked him for a bit, then leaned over and took him in my mouth. A few minutes of vigorous sucking and I was rewarded with a tasty treat. I sat idly stroking my dick for a while. It had turned and not too many guys there. The front door banged shut and after a bit a man walked in, leaned against the wall across the room from me and pulled out a nice fat, uncut cock. I stared at the nicely hardening prick and licked my lips. He walked over, stood in front of me and stuck his dick in my face. Leaning forward I slid my tongue under the foreskin and licked precum off the head. Mmm, tasty: nice and salty, ripe and flavorful. Sucking harder, I pulled the head into my mouth and licked under the rim. I was rewarded with a little bit of yummy cock cheese. Soon the beautiful cock was fully erect and I was getting copious precum. After a bit he pulled out and sat down next to me. He leaned over and kissed me. We made out for a while and I getting really turned on. He pulled away, "I want to fuck you." "What's your HIV status?" "I'm neg, tested last month. I never bottom, haven't gotten much action lately. Last BB I did was several months ago." Mmm, yeah! "You want it bareback or wrapped?" "I'd love bareback." "I'd love to take your load." I kissed him and stood up, shoved my pants down and turned around. He pulled me to him with one hand and guided his oozing prick to my asshole with the other. I moaned as he wallowed the head around my rosebud and smeared juice on it. I pushed back and he slid his hard length into me. He wasn't all that long, maybe seven inches, but he was nice and fat. His arms went around me and he held me against his crotch, not moving. I moaned as he said "Man, you're really tight! I haven't been in this nice an ass in ages." "Fuck me hard! Give me that big dick!" He started stroking in and out slowly, then quickly banged me hard and fast. I was in faggot heaven, getting my ass fucked off by the nicest dick I'd had in months. "I'm not gonna last long," he panted in my ear. "Just screw me hard and fill me with cum! Breed me!" "Oh, yeah, yeah, cumming in your ass, breeding you, bitch!" He humped into me hard and held it in, shuddering and trembling. I seldom feel it when a man cums in me, but I felt it this time. His cock twitched in my ass and I felt hot liquid fill me. I was really turned on. I loved it when a man said he was breeding me. I knew most guys meant just cumming in someone bareback, but I was also aware of another meaning of the word. I'd recently stumbled across sites that celebrated bugchasing. I had no intention of getting fucked by a poz guy, condom or not, and had no interest in getting infected, but I'd started jerking off reading stories of guys getting intentionally infected. I'd also started cruising personal sites and checking out poz guys and imagining them fucking me raw. I'd almost shot my load when the guy had said he was breeding me. I fantasized that he was really poz and I'd just taken my first poz load. He pulled out and I sat down. He stuck his cock in my face, I sucked it in and lovingly cleaned cum and assjuice off it. Yum, yum, my favorite two flavors: cum and ass juice. Especially when it's my ass juice. After a bit he sat down next to me. I turned my head to him and soon were languidly making out. I felt a hand on my cock, looked down and saw a man kneeling between my knees. My top put a hand behind the guy's head and pushed. Soon I was getting a very competent blowjob while my top kissed me. All too soon I moaned and shot into my cocksucker's mouth. He milked my balls empty, stood up and kissed me. His tongue pushed my load into my mouth. I swirled it around for a bit. My top whispered in my ear, "Swallow your load faggot." I did so and my top turned my mouth to him and he kissed me again. "Thanks for a great fuck, man. It's been a while since I've barebacked. Almost forgot how good it was. You up for another round in a little while?" "As soon as your dick gets hard again. That was a first class fuck." "So get down on your knees and work some magic." I did so and soon was luxuriating in the feel and taste of a soft dick. It didn't take long, soon I was held tight in his arms getting my ass reamed out again. He lasted a long time; it was one of the longest, hardest fucks I had ever had. I had my eyes closed, soon I felt a mouth on my prick. I didn't feel it when my top shot in me. He humped in me and held me and moaned in my ear. I was about as turned on as I'd ever been. "Breeding you again, bitch!" My body jerked and I shot into my cocksucker's mouth. My top lowered me to my seat and once again I cleaned his cock with my mouth. Not as much cum this time, but more assjuice, tinged with a coppery taste I'd never experienced before. Soon he was kissing me again. He broke off and whispered in my ear. "Great fuck, even better than before. My apologies though; there was a little blood on my dick when I pulled out. I think I tore you up a little. Sorry." "Yeah, I tasted it when I cleaned you and I'm really sore. But, don't worry. That was one of the best fucks of my life. I'll heal." "When you do I'd like to fuck you again. We can do it at my place in Broadview if you like." "I would love to; give me your email address. I'll shoot you an e-mail." He did and we parted company. It was a couple of months before I dropped him a line. Not only was I busy at work, I also came down with a bad case of the flu a couple of weeks after he fucked me. Finally, however, I found myself in his bed getting my ass fucked. He'd asked me if I minded if a buddy of his watched and joined in. I said sure, as long as he was neg. I'd love to get tag-teamed. His buddy was black with a nice size dick, also uncut. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life. It was the wee hours before I left. They fucked me three times each, the last time a double fuck. That was my first time taking two cocks in my ass at one time. It was incredibly hot, made more so by my being blindfolded. My top had fisted me before the double fuck. After they both shot in me he took the blindfold off and held up a mirror. I was amazed to see my ass gaping open and turned inside out, with cum smeared all over. The black guy licked and tongued me, another incredible feeling. A few days later I was looking around on bareback sites when I came across a link to a blog by a bareback top with a sample pic. The room where it was shot looked familiar and when I clicked on it I saw it was the room where the two tops had fucked me. I went to the blog and was shocked to find numerous stills and videos of me getting fucked. All the faces were blurred, but everything else was clear. Nothing had been said about any cameras. I wondered what else I hadn't been told. I clicked on the personal info link on the blog and saw that it was indeed the top who'd fucked me both nights. My cock was rock hard when I read his info and my stomach turned over and I became dizzy. He was poz and had been for years. I followed a link to postings he'd made on the main site and found one that offered to gift neg bottoms. He said he was off meds and his viral load was very high. The posting had been made three days before he fucked me at Hollywood. He had lied to me: I'd been stealthed. I remembered the flu I had experienced and realized it was the fuck flu. He had purposely infected me with HIV. When that realization hit my cock jerked and squirted a huge load on my belly and chest. I looked again at his postings and saw a couple in the fiction stories section. One was a detailed account of how he'd offered to fuck a guy on squirt and been turned down. One night the guy had posted that he was going to Hollywood. What followed was a very accurate account of the night, down to the exact words exchanged when he shot the loads in me. My top had very purposefully stalked me, lied to me, stealthed me and infected me. My cock was rock hard again and I realized I wasn't angry. I was afraid for the future but I was also massively aroused and realized I was grateful to my gifter. I no longer had to worry about getting pozzed, it was done. I was free to take any load offered and planned to do just that. I started to go to the personal sites where I had ads up so I could change my info but had a thought. Instead I emailed my gifter and told him I was really horny and needed to get fucked. He emailed me back and said to come on over. I replied that I'd be there soon and that it would be really hot if he had a video camera he could set it up to record the fuck, complete with audio. He said yes, he had three cams and could set them at different angles. Soon I was pinned on the bed on my belly and he was slamming that big dick in me. He moaned in my ear, "You want it bitch, do you want my load?" "Yes, I want it. Give it to me." "Give you what, bitch? What do you want?" "I want your poison jizz in me. I want you to knock me up, poz me, infect me with your AIDS cum." "You got it, bitch, here it comes. Pozzing your ass. Infecting your faggot ass." His cock jerked in me and once again I felt his juice fill me. But now I knew I was taking poison cum. My cock squirted into the bed. It was the hottest fuck of my life and the beginning of complete honesty to myself of my desires. My gifter pulled out of me and turned me over. He took me in his arms and kissed me. "When did you find out the truth?" "Right before I emailed you today. I found your blog and your post of the night in Hollywood. I had the flu not long after and realized I'd been infected. I wanted to take your AIDS cum knowingly." "Are you angry at me?" "No, I'm grateful. I just wish I had known you were infecting me that night. Is the black guy that other night poz too?" "Yes, he is and he knew we were stealthing you. What are you going to do now?" "Take as many loads as I came from as many men as possible. Probably fuck my poison jizz into guys. Although I'm not going to stealth, I'll be honest about my status." "Famous last words. You're going to find what a rush it it fucking your poz cum into neg guys. I give six months max before you lie about your status and fuck a neg guy." "Why did you pick me to stealth?" "You checked out my ad in BBRTS several times and spent a lot of time looking at pozzing and stealthing stories. You wrote several pozzing stories, including a couple where you got stealthed. It looked to me like you wanted the bug but were afraid to take the step. Been there, done that. I decided to take the responsibility out of your hands. Also, I get off in a massive way infecting other guys, and it pissed me off a little that you wouldn't let me fuck you and give you what you wanted. You were bound to get knocked up sooner or later and I wanted to be the one to do it." "Mmmm, that's hot. How about you take me to Club Z and turn me out?"

Was in Huntington, WV checked in to my hotel room. I immediately started feeling that hunger, that desire, that deep need to feel a raw cock dump a load balls deep in my hole. I loaded Grindr,scruff, and growlr on my phone and started my hunt. Growlr was most promising and started chatting with a cute 32 bear type Latino. Lots of back and forth but nothing leading to his load in my ass so I post a Craigslist ad. About 30 minutes later guy confirms he’s on his way to breed me. He says he’s 6’3”, 190#, 9” thick cock. 42 years old, thick hairy chest. Says to leave door open and be on bed. Another 30 minutes the door busts open. He walks in and is everything he said. He’s wearing a tight white T-shirt and nylon adidas shorts a size too small swinging a thick meat. He strips and I start sucking. He gets hard and tells me to get on all fours. I do and he takes his bare cock and shoves it in with one hard thrust and is balls deep in me. He leans in, bites my neck and tells me “your mine cunt”. For the next twenty minutes he give me the fuck of my life. I came three times. Then he slips out. I didn’t have time to clean out so I was slightly messy. He went in the bathroom and washed off, I took a towel and cleaned up. He came back into the room from the bath and started stroking. I thought he wanted me to suck him off and swallow his load. I tell him I’ll suck you off and he says “I can’t get off like that”. Another minute of me poppering up watching him stroke, he tells me to get on the bed on my back. I lay down and he gets between my legs. Tells me to open up I’m gonna get his load. I pull my legs up and he sinks in again raw and balls deep. He looks deep into my eyes, pumps a few times, then smiles and asks if I want it. I beg for his load, he smiles again and I feel him jet four to five volleys of load deep in my cunt. He fucks me a few more minutes then pulls out and shoves my dildo deep in my hole, keeping all his seed in me. He cleans up in the bath room and come in and starts chatting me. Told him personal best load count was four but was hoping for five that night. As he’s leaving he’s tells me “keep your door open another 30 minutes. I’m sending my brother over”. And walks out the door. I lay down on the bed with his load and a dildo in my ass. I start working Craigslist to find another load. All the sudden the door opens and the brother walks in with his cock out of his basketball shorts. He walks in, gives me a hot open mouth kiss then tells me to bend over. He pulls my jock down and starts rimming me and fletching his brothers load from my hole. Every Minute or so, he’d leave my ass and make out with me Feeding me his brothers load. After a few minutes he slips his raw fuck stick in my hole and pumped a huge load in my ass. He takes the dildo, corks me then shoved his cock in my throat I suck him and feel him getting hard again. Sucked him long enough to get a second load down my throat. Have not gotten off yet so my cock is throbbing. Every time I slightly move the dildo hits my love button. I am so fucking horny I hit growlr again. Latino bear really likes idea of giving me his load while the two others are still in there. I fill him in on my night so far and he immeidately says he’s on his way. He walks in and we start to play. He asks to fuck me. He pulls the dildo out and I can feel my hole gape as he looks at inside. I feel him stick his long fingernails in my hole and gets me begging for his cock, I get totally lost in the popper bottle and beg him for his cock and load. He obliges and within a few minutes, he pumping his cum in my ass. Pulls out, corks me, and leaves. I tried for another hour then took the dildo out, pulled the covers up, and went to bed.

I had been checking out hot poz men online for a couple of years and came upon several that were willing participants in conversion play. Most of them were too far away to actually hook-up with them, but our conversations and emails were hot, and fed into my fantasies, and more to the point, the longer this went on, the more intense the desire which over came me to be the passive recipient of a toxic breeding session. This one successful breeder that had wanted to seed me from the first time I had contacted him (Lucas) finally became my choice. I especially liked him because he was so into poz breeding and sharing. He lived to get to knock up negative men. Also, he was a multiple cummer. He had been known to shoot as many as 14 loads in a night of breeding, which was a very rare thing in breeders, and this I had verified from some of his previous bottoms who had shared info with me. After over two years of back and forth and keeping up on each other's exploits, we agreed to a time of meeting that worked for both of us. I had to fly to his city and he picked me up at the airport and drove to his place to begin my four day visit. I had learned a lot about him during our two years of chatting. He had told me that he was a serious chaser for several years and vowed that when he got infected, he would never turn down a negative man that wanted converted. He had during the few years that he was HIV positive had successfully impregnated at least 26 men of whom he knew. Of course many of them never got back to him to let him know that he was successful, so the count is not exact. He has never been on any meds and takes all the recharges he can get on a regular basis. He has not tested since his first test when he got infected but knows that he is potent as his results in conversion rate is almost perfect. The month before I decided to go see him he told me that a traveling couple had come to see him for a one night, one breeding each on their way through town, and he had infected both of them and they reported back in 16 days that they were both horribly sick with the fuck flu. Just before I left to go see him, he said they had called and reported their tests were poz. This affirmed for me he was still in the game and results were positive for his seed. I had told him that I would really like to have my conversion videoed for future enjoyment. After all, a man only gets knocked up once. On the way from the airport, we stopped and picked up his camera man (Joe) because as he explained in the car, he didn't want to waste any time once we got back to his home. He said his cock had been anticipating my negative asshole to seed and was throbbing and full of cum. I'm not sure which one of us was more excited. Lucas had infected cam man Joe about a year ago and they both recharged each other on regular basis as poz fuck buddies. He told me that some of the men he had infected wanted a blood slam to make certain that the infection would take, but I told him that I wanted it fucked into me the old fashioned way. That way I can say I earned it. Slamming just seemed like cheating. I want that toxic seed deep in my shit hole, like a real man. We arrived at his home and went inside where about three feet inside the door Lucas took off his clothes and Joe took off his pants as his cock was so hard it couldn't be contained, knowing what was about to happen on video. Joe started the video rolling and Lucas said for the record "I am telling you that I am HIV positive and you are negative. I am going to fuck you full of HIV seed and you are willing to take it." "Yes," I replied, "that is the point of this breeding session." "Get your pants off," Lucas ordered, his eight by six inch cock dripping precum. To be continued.

Although I'm just 23, I’m having the time of my short life, yeah, I'm having a blast. But let me back up quite a few years and start at the beginning. I am the third boy in a family of five boys. My younger brother Tim is 18 months younger than me and my two older brothers Scott and Matt, are four and six years older respectively. After the birth of my youngest brothers, Mom got really sick. Although she hung on for almost eight years, she eventually succumbed to the illness that beset her. Not surprisingly Dad was distraught trying to raise five boys who ranged in age from eight to just shy of sixteen, and Dad especially had trouble dealing with me, his middle son, who was somewhat effeminate. Tim was also a handful, particularly in dealing with the loss of his mother. Although I had become his major caregiver, Dad didn’t want me, his flamboyant son, unduly influencing his youngest child, so Dad called on his best friend (who we all knew as Uncle Jack), a buddy Dad knew from college, who, while he was a bit like me, (he definitely had his Diva moments) but also could pull off the straight macho attitude. In any event, Dad asked Jack if he would raise me, which wasn't nearly as unreasonable as it might sound. Uncle Jack lived quite nearby, so I wouldn’t need to change schools, and I could visit my brothers whenever I wanted. Now you may thought my math skills were a little off since I mentioned five brothers and only listed four. Well, the fifth is my twin brother Kyle. Although we're identical twins, he is completely at odds in behavior and taste. Well you now have met my family. I’m Jake and I now live with my real uncle Rod, my little brother Tim lives with us as well and Kyle uses Uncle Rod's home as basecamp for his job. So when I was about ten my father sent me to live with his college chum and best bud, Uncle Jack. Jack was 6'4", and about 220 pounds, so he was a mountain of a man, a macho guy, a real man. I imagine my father thought Uncle Jack would be a good role model for me, and so I did. It didn't hurt that he was also very handsome and quite well off. The first year there were a lot of adjustments to make, daily routines, chore schedules and generally just really getting to genuinely know each other, but by the time my 12th birthday rolled around, I realized Uncle Jack and I shared some very similar qualities: we both enjoyed the company of very cute young men. It was common for Jack to have a guest over from his office, or an acquaintance from a local hangout, all of whom ranged from 18 to around 25. Jack also hung-out with a group of men in the range of 35 to early fifties. I always enjoyed the attention the guys and men would shower on me, though none of them touched me inappropriately. By the time I reached 15 or 16, I began noticing that some of the guys would stay over, as I now stayed up later it was obvious that these boys and men, would retire to my Uncle Jack's bedroom after they thought I was asleep. In actuality, however, I was often awake, playing games on my computer or phone, and I overheard Uncle Jack's moans and groans, as well as those of his current guest, as the noises filtered down the hallway. I was inwardly pleased to know Uncle Jack, a macho man, was just essentially like me, even if, unlike me, he was not a virgin. I kept Uncle Jack's secret from my brothers and especially Dad, as I slowly got closer to Kyle and Tim, and seemingly more distant from Scott and Matt, with my older brothers actually bulling me and calling me Faggot and Queer. I just disregarded them as Uncle Jack had taught me that it was their problem that they couldn’t accept me. As my 18th birthday approached Kyle asked if he could spend the night, I of course jumped at the chance to be with my twin, although we had opposite temperaments we shared looks and almost identical bodies, Kyle played more sports and hit the gym more frequently than me but I still had a six pack, to his eight pack. Uncle Jack had a friend come over and cook us a really good dinner, and Kyle and I played Xbox games up till about 10 o’clock, when we headed to my room and got ready for bed. As I lay there in my shorts next to my hunky brother I was nervous and excited, what if he noticed my boner, then I looked down and noticed his ample bulge which like mine was hardening and tenting his shorts. I looked over at Kyle and he had a gleam in his eyes “I love you Jake, you know in a few hours we’ll both be 18” “I know” Kyle leaned over towards me and tentatively placed his lips on mine and began kissing me, his hand found my bulge and began kneading it through my basketball shorts, my hand soon found his bulge and I noticed the fabric was quite damp, as mine was most assuredly, our kissing became very passionate, our tongues probing the others oral cavities “I had no clue you had gay tendencies” I quizzed him “We are twins, and while I may view things differently, thanks to Dad, I’ve been Queer for you since I was about 12” I was taken aback, my twin has had the hots for me for 6 years and I hadn’t realized it, he soon was on top of me offering his cock to my lips, which I gladly opened as he sunk his large phallus into my mouth, we were both about the same size 9.5 inches, as I took him down my throat I could taste his precum, the nectar which had sustained my jerkoff sessions as I sucked my own dick in the previous months, listening to Jack pummeling or being pummeled just down the hall. I slid off of Kyles glistening cock, pushed him aside and before he could react “Have you ever done this?” I rolled up on my shoulder blades and pointed my dripping cock toward my mouth the relaxing my back slid just over half my cock “Fuck no, but let me try” Kyle followed my lead and rolled back on his shoulder blades and took his cock into his mouth, I had turned my brother onto a talent he had no idea he possessed, I went back to sucking my cock really getting the precum flowing. Kyle unwound himself and began playing with my ass, wetting a finger and rubbing it on my pucker, then he dove in and began licking my hole occasionally fingering the opening, the grandfather clock in the hall chime twelve and I soon found my twin brother with three fingers working in my hole alongside his tongue. My cock was flooding my mouth and throat with precum when Kyle stopped his ministrations on my ass, I felt empty then I felt his slimy cock press into my hole, first the head drooling precum into my gaping hole then an inch or two slid down into my opening “I’ve never fucked a guy before, but I always wanted you to be my first, you see like you I’ve saved myself for my true love, my brother” By the time he made his confession his entire cock had eased its way into my rectal cavity and I could feel the underside brushing my prostate he pumped in and out about ten to fifteen times before announcing he was too close and blasted my interior walls with his white cream. I was close too, as he pulled out with a pop I rolled off my shoulders and felt my ass, dripping with my brother’s cream, I scooped up what was dripping from my gaping hole and smeared it onto Kyles quivering pucker, I fingered his cum into his hole, scooping up freshly escaping semen from my ass lips, and pushing it into his until I was able to get three fingers past his sphincter, my cock was dripping precum on his hole as well as I slid my cock into Kyle, I could only imagine this is how it felt to slide into me. I was balls deep in my brother, I rolled onto my side bringing Kyle with me, my cock still pumping in and out as my hips gyrated, holding my twin in my arms as my cock worked his inner gut. As it already well past midnight, although he was hard and drooling precum I soon heard Kyle drift into a sound slumber, I pumped a silent load into his intestine and continued fucking him for a while longer before feeling another load building up “Ah fuck, god your ass is so….., ggggggooooodddddd, take my load bro” I spewed my load into his ass, he barely awoke, as l hugged him closer we fell asleep with my still hard cock buried in his chute It felt great having Kyle in my arms, I only fantasized about actually having sex, let alone having it be my twin. Around three in the morning I felt the mattress sink on both sides waking me slightly, thinking Kyle had gotten up, but wait my cock is still buried in Kyle’s hole, then I felt a large cock sliding into my crevice, a hand slid over my mouth as my cock slid from his hole. A mouth moved in and began sucking my rod, while the phallus at my back door pushed into my hole, Uncle Jack whispered in my ear “Relax, your 18 now so I can legally have you to play with, I’ve raised you to be a good queer boy, now just enjoy the ride” I looked over to see Kyle being fucked by one of Jacks friends who had attended dinner with us, Jack was thicker than Kyle or I so he stretched my hole out, and fucked a lot rougher, which I soon discovered I liked, I suddenly realized that there was also a small group of guys surrounding the bed, all jerking their cocks “Don’t worry they’ll all get a chance to breed you” uncle Jack told me With that my hole got wetter as Jack bred my no longer virgin hole. Jack pulled out slowly as one of his 18 year old buddies climbed on the bed and entered my hole, rolling me over and having me ride his long but thin cock, a small brown bottle was placed under my nose, I was told to inhale, my head got fuzzy, and a warmth spread over my body, I took another hit and another, the sensation of the inhalant was awesome I didn’t realize a second cock had penetrated my ass, the twink and the bear daddy were working together to breed my now distended hole. I had been making out with the 18 year old as I rode his cock, as the daddy bear pulled me back in a bear hug I noticed for the first time the scorpion encircling the twinks nipple, the bear pulled my head around into a kiss, and I saw the 20 something that was Fucking Kyle had a bio hazard on his hip as I looked around the room at all the guys who were going to take turns on our asses almost all had some form of tattoo, signifying Poz. I settled back into getting fucked as the twink blew his load into my cummy cavity. Six more men bred me and Kyle before dawn some came back around to fill us a second time, Jack was keeping score on my white board. I had taken 3 more loads than Kyle. As each guest finished off they would hug and kiss Jack goodnight, then collect their clothes and depart. Finally as the sun began to appear in the window Jack settled down and impaled Kyle while his bear buddy Keith entered me, they forced Kyle and I together in the middle of the bed, we began making out as they pumped us with our final loads. As Jack and Keith finished off filling our holes, they each slipped a medium butt plug in, so as not to soil the linens. Jack let us sleep in and finally woke us around noon, we were covered in dried cum and in spots were almost glued together from falling asleep in the cummy bed cuddled together. Keith and jack escorted us to the bathroom and stood us in the shower as they each worked the butt plugs out of our asses, then turned the water on to wash us down, they left the room as Kyle and I explored each other’s bodies, although it was like exploring our own. Dad threw us a birthday party at his house and Tim hung on me, I started to wonder if my little 16 year old brother was having feelings for me and Kyle, feelings which dad would not approve of. The party ended early around 7 o’clock and Kyle and I returned to Uncle Jack’s house. Where much to our surprise was a more adult party, with go-go boys and hot bears, cubs, otters, all the types of boys and men I had associated with Jack over the years. It started out with some tunes and mingling and ended with Kyle and I being escorted down to what I thought was an old wine cellar, sure there were racks for wine bottles, but beyond there was a door that lead to a kinky room with benches and slings and various leather equipment. Hands began undressing Kyle and I, then we were then led to an apparatus and strapped in Uncle Jack then spoke “we have been waiting for you two to turn 18 so now on your birthday we will welcome you into the brotherhood” With that a tall thin black guy started rubbing his big cock on my hole, and a Asian guy started on Kyle, neither used much lube and our asses ripped as we got fucked, Jack and Keith took turns on us as well, after about 6 or seven loads each we were set free and allowed to roam, Kyle found a hot daddy who wanted his cock sucked, then wanted to be fucked with what he said could be our last negative loads, I found a hot 20 twink who wanted to be fucked rough and bred deep. In all between Kyle and me we took 30 loads and bred 7 guys. About two months later Kyle was over visiting as we Planned Tim’s 17th birthday party, and we both had sore throats and were running hot and cold. Jack suggested that he stay the night to avoid the cool night air. By the next morning I was nauseous, fevers, muscle aches, just plain old really shitty feeling, Kyle wasn’t quite as bad but he too had caught something. Jack and Keith nursed us for three days then suggested we head over to his doctor. At the doctor’s office they swabbed the inside of our cheeks and took some blood and did a lot of test, Kyle had to pee in a cup and they swabbed my ass and cock. I was starting to get concerned when Jack came in to be with us from the waiting room “Well ,you little sex pigs, welcome to the brotherhood, you both came back Positive, Kyle it appears you also picked up syphilis and chlamydia, Jake just some chlamydia for you, but your reactive to HPV as well” We looked at Jack who was smiling, and gasped he was so calm about us having STI’s, about then the nurse came in and administered a couple shots to Kyle and pills to me. After the office visit the doctor agreed to come by to discuss the results of the blood test. Kyle and I were dumbstruck and sat in the back seat of the car quiet all the way home

So I found a bunch of condoms and lube in my daddies gym bag and in his bag for his electric trimmer etc. he said that they are just free from work and that the strawberry lube was for us.... but we use gun oil and we have the big bottle... honestly when I found this stuff I was just turned on at the thought of him fucking other boys, and it made me want to immmefiatley go to the gym to go suck cock In the steam room. Ive been taking loads from hung studs every morning after he leaves for work since I found his stuff. I guess if there was a point to this post it would be to ask Should I believe him, should I confront him about it? Or should I just left him keep fucking other boys and hope he eventually decides he wants to open up our relationship so we can play together and have fun with hot guys without the guilt

Hey, I'm Tawnie! A 'lil CD Cum Slut; I recently got a new supplier, and judging by this last weekend looks like its going to be a great business relationship! This is a true account from last Saturday, April 15 2017; just didn't know where else it belonged... I've got a new connect, David, a cool guy and not hard to look at in the least! I had been invited to hang around before and didn't do much more than smoke out and watch porn. But this particular Saturday I was broke and kinda Jones'n; so I called David, and well I just sorta beat around the bush for a bit until finally he asked how much I was wanting... I confessed that I was broke but eager to get "up" and had been terribly horny All day (hint-hint). David being the nice guy he is said, "come on over the first bowl is on me; the rest you can figure out while you do whatever you can till daylight." Hmmm, the gears started turning! I went to make sure all was good with my twat and got over to David's in just about 20 minutes! He exclaimed, "you are anxious aren't you!" I sheepishly giggled, "yeah!" He loaded the bowl he had promised and as he handed to me he said, " make yourself at home; do what you want to to encourage my clientele to share, but make it a fair trade. No mooching!" I agreed to the terms and smoke the bowl he had loaded, getting excited thinking about what may happen this evening... He offered me the adjoining room to his office which had a couch, a mattress on the floor in the middle of the room, a small table, and a Giant flat screen playing non-stop porn! I called it the Fun Spot for the night!!! David asked me if I wanted him to help me by advertising my hole for trade to all Cummers? And of course I said, "yes sir please!" So every one that contacted him for business got a short bit on what was available this Saturday; my little Cum Hole for breeding, just keep me spun!!! So I hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties down over my little ass and bent over the couch ass towards the office, lubed my hole, started watching porn and waited... After maybe 30-40 minutes I heard David go to the door and open it, as he did I could hear the voices of at least 2 others talking to David! They started to get to business and I heard one of the guys ask, "so that's the cock hole?" David allowed I was; while I started to work my ass letting them know I was eager for Cock! I heard one of them enter the room and felt a warm hand on my ass, and immediately felt it go for my hole! I arched back to show my enthusiasm; and I could hear what sounded like a torch being fired up. The owner of the hand was handing me a pipe that had just been handed to him; I glanced back and said, "thank you" As he handed me the pipe he asked, "fair trade for me and my friends?" I wasn't sure how many there were; and didn't care i just said, "y'all get what you want I'm gonna smoke this while you get busy!" I love, Love having Cock in my hole while I'm smoking; makes me deliciously wicked!!! One of them asked, " condoms?" to which I replied, "don't have any..." they just kind of looked at each other for a minute until the one farthest away pushed the the others aside and got behind me and as I went back to the pipe I heard a zipper. I excitedly started wiggling my my ass and pushed back! He met me and slid what felt like a pretty big cock head across my twat a few times, until I felt it in just the right spot and pushed back and took all of; must have been at least 7" of hard throbbing Cock!!! He liked that action and told his buddies, " got a hot little horny Cum Hole here boys!" That's all I needed; and I was grinding back on him for all I was worth! While I was fucking back on the Cock in my twat I felt more hands on my ass; as the owner to the Cock buried up in me started to growl and thrust, shoving every centimeter into my hungry little hole. Then he growls Loud and long and I can feel him swell inside me as he spunks my little Cock Slot for a good 2 minutes; then pulls out with a sloppy sound and says, "next!" * to be continued

very hot story, love it

Another great story. A nice reminder that one person can make a huge difference in your life - especially nice when that one person has a huge cock that tears you up.

sfredpig — Where the Wild Things Are

I took my first anonymous load from a bathhouse attendant. He was doing his rounds and saw me laying there on my stomach. I heard him unzip and my heart went crazy. He climbed on top of me fully clothed except his cock was bare. He had a great cock. It hurt going in so I took a big hit of poppers and then it was fantastic. The whole experience was one of the most erotic of my life. He pounded me hard and fast loading me up with his seed. He dropped a second load in me later that night. I finally saw what he looked like when I checked out. After that he fucked me several times when I visited the bathhouse. It was so convenient knowing that if it was slow I had him to breed me and he never had to ask. He knew my hole was his to use. I miss that guy! I wish I could find him and give a million dollars. We never chatted, I never knew his name.

What a beautiful story to tell. Full of new bright possibilities. You make it so easy for me to love the lovers and to want to be a part of their lives, even from the outside. Breathtaking!

Up my pussy. I’ll then turn around and suck the rest of the cum off like the cum dump I am.

Breed me raw, hard, and deep! But just know that as soon as you're done cumming, I'm prolly gonna turn around and suck out the rest of your nut, clean the rest of your jizz off your dick head and shaft, then slowly give your balls a tongue bath until you're fully hard again.

Haven't posted in awhile, but, will mention last two. I was drinking and camming last night, and was pretty drunk. Well, messaged back and forth with a young army guy who has been wanting to fuck me for awhile, but, timings were off. Last night, messages me to come over, and fuck me. So, invite him over, he arrives about 30 min later. Go up to my bedroom, and he proceeds to fuck me for quite sometime. Never asked for condom, or mentioned it, just rammed in raw! Blasted my ass with a huge load of cum, then dressed and was out the door. This morning, message from a regular married guy. Loves piss play too, as do I. Says he has been hydrating all morning, hoping to catch me online. Comes over and says he has to pee real bad, so with limited foreplay, pushes me unto my back on my bed, and slides his cock slowly into my ass. A little spit for lube, helped his cock a bit better, as I was feeling rather tight. He held still for several minutes, then starting filling me with hot piss! Felt so good, and my ass was completely sealed around his cock, none leaking out. After he finished, pulled out, and covered my cock and me in a bit more, before pushing his cock back in and beginning to fuck my now sloppy dripping ass! With in only a few minutes, he said he couldn't hold back and was going to cum! Wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, and he grunted and came deep! I was playing with my cock the whole time, and after planting all of his cum in my ass, he pulled out, and pissed some more all over my hand on my cock, adding warm lube. I blasted a bunch of cum all over myself! It was so so hot! Def one of my favorite things! Getting fucked and pissed on or in!

I decided to go to a nearby cruising area one night that I had heard about, situated just off a main road. Night time was always the busiest time apparently and there were always loads of guys looking to fuck a cute ass. I was new to doing this. I knew it went on, but had never actually been to a cruising spot at night, especially one where I knew there was loads of action. I was nervous, scared and excited at the same time. I knew if I got out of the car and wandered into that darkness, that my young and hungry hole would be ravaged by all sorts. My cock was very hard and pre-cum was leaking into my shorts. I took a deep breath and got out of the car and headed into the bushes. There were plenty of passages and assorted fuck areas, dens throughout the park and the floor scattered with used condoms. I didn't have to walk very far before a guy was following me into the woods. My heartbeat increased and I continued to go deeper into the bushes, knowing I was being stalked. Others wandered around looking aimlessly for some action, passing by and turning around. Our eyes met and the language of no words uttered, as we all knew why we were there. I stood in the first empty den I saw large enough to encompass a group, dropped my shorts and pushed out my pert and hungry hole. I hung onto the branches of the overhanging bushes, poppers in hand and waited for the inevitable. My heart pounding, my cock hard as wood and my hole exposed.. Finally, I felt a hand touch my ass. Rough fingers touching my soft tanned cheeks, spreading them and touching my damp hole. Hmmmmmm, exciting. I reached around to feel a hard and rather large cock in his pants. I dropped immediately to my knees taking out his fat piece of meat and began sucking like a hungry dog. His shaft was covered in veins and hard, bulbous and uncut. He thrust it down my throat, gagging me and making me splutter. 'You like that boy?! Do you take it raw in your ass?' he said. I managed a mumbled 'Yes. Yes please.' Not long after, others started to appear, watching and masturbating at the horny scene. Very excited by the crowd I stood up, took the guys wet cock and pushed it up against my hole. He spat on my crack and without any hesitation started to slide it into my ass. No condom, straight in, bareback. Oh my god, what was I doing, this was insane, but so exciting. Letting dirty old men fuck me bareback in a truck stop, any cock, just dump your load in my hole and leave! I took a deep hit on the poppers and let him start pumping my cunt.. The guy fucking me ushered others to come forward and soon I was being spit roasted by two complete strangers. Others sticking their cocks in my face, men I didn't know or could barely even see were forcing me to my knees and making me sniff poppers. All my inhibitions disappeared and I began sucking all of them, anyone that wanted to have me. I knew what was going to happen, I was going to let all these men cum in my holes bareback. I was scared and yet very excited. I huffed on more poppers and feeling the rush started pushing back hard on the cock pounding my ass. The pace picked up and the guy behind spurted his load deep into my ass, squeezing me tight as he emptied his balls. 'Good slut', he said as he removed his dripping and limp cock from my hole. Hmmmmmm, very horny. Before I could move another bare cock was taking it's place. I looked around to see three or four guys standing around, cocks in hand, waiting their turn. It seemed I was going to have little choice, my hole was going to be fucked again and again and all that spunk was going to get pushed inside of me. Dangerous, who were these men? But I didn't care, I just wanted anonymous sex and to be filled with the spunk of strangers. I hit the poppers again, this was far too exciting to stop. My head was spinning, my hole was wet. I held onto the branches and let the strangers fuck my gaping hole. One by one they came forward out of the darkness and took their turn. I have no idea how many, it was a bit of a blur. I got the impression someone was spreading news that there was a cute and hungry whore taking it bareback from anyone, as more people seemed to suddenly appear. I was fucked raw and passed around numerous times. My hole now a wet and sloppy cunt for anyone to fill. After each one had shot his toxic load into me I stuck a finger into my cunt and smelled and tasted the last load. They all left as fast as they appeared, leaving me to deal with my very aroused self. Dripping with sperm and still very horny, I waited until more men cruised the area. There is nothing that excites me more, than being fucked bareback again when I am already full of cum. Other guys love it too. When they stick their stiff cock in and feel it's all warm, hot and wet. That bucket of used spunk, to pump full of yet another load. Guys really pound your hole when it's all full of sperm, making it very sloppy. Nothing beats huffing poppers and have strangers spurt into your hole at the same time. More groups formed through out the night and my ass was freely passed around with a bottle of poppers. I let anyone fuck me. Numerous strangers, young, old, fat and thin all fucked my holes, pumping my mouth and ass full of hot semen. By the end of the night I counted a total of 15 men had cum in my ass. Most dribbled out around the tenth, between my thighs and all over the balls of the guy fucking me raw while bent over a branch huffing poppers. The slapping and sloppy sound of the spunk being pumped into my guts still gets me hard. Even at this point more men were appearing and looked like they were waiting for their turn. I got scared at that moment and wondered how many loads I was going to take! I was fucked until late into the night. I squeezed the cum out of my asshole all the way home, my jeans were absolutely soaked when I arrived back at the apartment. I sniffed and licked the crotch of my crusty jeans the next day, remembering and smelling the previous night. Then I went sunbathing on a naturist beach, spreading my legs in the sand dunes, letting all the voyeurs see my stretched and battered hole and thought about the multiple loads of anonymous juice that was pumped into me the night before..

incredible weekend. Friday night spent at a house party in Greenville Sc. Four more toxic loads accepted. Saturday at PRIDE Atlanta...not sex, but lots of fun. Last night at Cheshire Bridge Hotel. Another 4 loads. One dude had a scorpion tattoo that was amazing. My toxic load count certainly increased this weekend.

Cum in my ass is preferred but I won't say no if he wants to dump his load in my mouth.

This morning I got fucked by 2 young guys 21 and 23 years old ( a student couple) They were looking for an anonymous fuck, so I waited for them blindfolded on all fours naked like a good slut. The first had an average cock - 16 cm, but the other one was hung - 20 cm. They took turns fucking my ass, untill they both breeded me. Good start of the day :))

I'm new here, so I should introduce myself. I'm William. I live in NYC and have spent time living in other places too. I'm one of those who considers himself straight. . I love fucking a wet pussy and have only ever dated girls, but there is a darker side to me. Not only do I love bareback sex (I can't remember the last time I used a condom) but I also enjoy bareback sex with guys. It's been a gradual progression from jerking off some random guy in a book store glory hole, to knowingly taking a raw poz cock in my ass. When I finally got brave enough to have sex with a guy, the first time was in one of those digital movie porn booths. Some guy came inside the small box and somehow it just happened, I ended up sliding my bare cock in his ass and fucking him until I shot my load deep inside him. This went on for a while, me topping holes bareback, at book stores, bath houses, and the such. Eventually it was my turn to get fucked. It was late one night, I had met him on AOL, and I ended up at his house. He had a beautiful cock and I knew I had to have it inside me. He put a condom on and began to fuck me. I was enjoying the fact I discovered I loved to bottom. At some point, I was riding him and pulled his cock out, sliding the rubber off. I immediately slid him back inside me. He began to pump me, then I felt something warm running down my legs. it wasn't his cum, but rather my own shit. This being my first time, I didn't realize this could happen. I ran to the bathroom and he proceeded to shower. Night over. That was in 1996. Since then I moved to Los Angeles and discovered a couple bath houses in the valley. North Hollywood Spa and Roman Holiday Spa. Both bring back so many fun memories. From time to time I would find myself nervously parking and rushing inside in the early morning hours. From there I would end up topping a tight raw hole, or sometimes letting myself get fucked. Never did a guy cum inside me (as far as I know). I always asked the top his status and he always told me he was neg. One late night, I was drunk and in my rented room. Some guy came in and shut the door behind him. I always kept the lights down so I couldn't really see him and to this day i have no idea what he looked like. I ended up fucking him, really going to town on his hole. My cock is around 7 inches uncut and of average girth, but I do have great hip movement and I seem to fuck pretty good, ladies and men. So I was fucking this guy and as I am getting close to cumming he asks me if I am poz. i tell him no, that I'm neg. He answers that's okay cause he is poz. My brain froze knowing I was barebacking a poz bottom. I was terrified and incredibly turned on at the same time. I shot a huge load. So I had my first bareback poz experience under my belt. I would never do that again I tell you. Except something had been stirred inside me. Now I began to think about BB sex with poz people, men and women. From this point, I began to actively seek out poz bottoms. Over the next couple years I bred several poz bottoms, all the while enjoying the 'risk'. In addition I was fucking as many girls as I could, giving them my seed as well. I didn't get fucked very often, and I never had a guy blow his load in my hole. Until that time in New Orleans. I found myself in a bar called Rawhide. I was very drunk and very horny. I felt free to explore the "gay" section of New Orleans, because I was in town alone. So I was in this bar, and somehow ended up with my cock in some guy's mouth. My pants had dropped to the floor and the bar crowd was watching with enthusiasm. As I was getting blown, a worked out black guy came in behind and started rubbing his cock on my crack. Between the blowjob and the cock teasing me, I was in heaven. Slowly the black guy started to push inside me. For some reason I asked him if he was wearing a condom. He told me yes. So, the black guy was fucking me and whoever was sucking my cock. I reached back at one point and felt his cock sliding inside me. I didn't think i felt a condom. I could feel my balls swell and I began to shoot into this guy's mouth. He swallowed every drop sucking my balls dry. Just then as I was coming down off my orgasm high, the black guy withdrew from my ass and walked away. I was standing in the middle of the bar with my jeans around my ankles while everyone clapped. I was embarrassed. I went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. The black guy was washing his cock in the sink next to me. It made me wonder why he was washing himself. I asked him if he had worn a condom and he told me 'no'. I asked him if he came inside me and he laughed, asked me what I thought he did, then walked away. This kind of covert fun went on for years. But I felt myself begin to crave something more risky, something more taboo. I chatted on-line with many poz tops who always said they would fuck me. Some I told I was neg, others I said I was poz, and some didn't even care to ask. One of these on-line friends was actually a couple. They lived a few miles from me in Studio City. I chatted with them back and forth, they invited me over a few times, to which I always chickened out. Then I would jerk my cock into a frenzy thinking about a poz cock slide bareback inside me. Well one night I came home from the bars, was quite tipsy, and got on-line. I found one of them (the top) online. He said he and his boy had been partying all night and that the boyfriend was asleep. I asked him if he wanted me to come over. He said 'yes'. Decision time. I said "fuck it." My drunk brain rationalized I must have had raw poz cock in my ass before, now I was just going to do it knowingly. before I changed my mind and I got in my car and drove to their apartment. My heart was racing a million miles an hour. I called from the door and he buzzed me in. After a short ride on the elevator I was standing at their door. I knocked. The poz top opened the door inviting me in. He was short, thinning on top and was wearing glasses, but because he was naked, I could see what I came for. His cock was hard and staring at me. I quickly entered the bedroom. His boyfriend was laying on their bed, eyes closed, quiet snores coming from him. I asked if we would wake him up. The poz top told me his man was out of it, from lack of sleep and party favors. He told me that he had fucked him an hour before and the boyfriend didn't even move. He told me to feel the ass crack. It was sticky with cum. I was on fire. I had poz cum on my fingertips. I got naked and we lied down on his bed, away from the boyfriend. We began to kiss and touch. I thought my heart was going to burst through my chest. I was rock hard. He began to suck my cock. As I lay there my cock in his mouth, I was turned on how good my cock felt in his poz saliva drenched mouth. Still I was so nervous. But I knew what I wanted. I wanted his raw poz cock inside me. I quickly pulled away from him and turned him so he was laying on his back. I saw some lube on the night stand. I grabbed the bottle and lubed my crack up good and wet. Then I positioned myself on top of him, kissing him. I held the shaft of his cock and rubbed it back and forth along my crack. I couldn't believe I was doing this. i knew I should leave right then and there, but instead I positioned his cockhead to my hole and let gravity do its job, my body sliding down on him, his cock sliding inside my ass. It had been done! I had finally let a bareback poz cock inside me. I could feel him begin to piston his hips. I moved my body trying to sync his movements. This was the hottest fucking I had ever had. Just knowing I had crossed that taboo and knowingly exposed myself to hiv had me hard and in a dream like lust state. I worked my hips, grinding his cock, forcing him into me as far as he would go. As I road him, I reached over and ran my fingers up his boyfriend's ass, scooping up the poz cum that was oozing out. I then fed the poz cum to the poz top. He eagerly sucked my fingers clean. I was really enjoying this. He had started to tweeck my nipples and started making moaning sounds. Before this he had just been quiet and fucked me silently. I started to jerk my own cock, which now leaking precum. I tasted my own seed, all the time pleasuring the poz top, who's moans were getting quite loud at this point. He was clearly really into it. I told him how I loved taking his poz cock bareback. His fucking slowed to a stop. He was still inside me and I could feel his hardness. He asked me if I was poz. I told him I was neg, but it was okay he was poz. I guess I said the wrong thing. He immediately pulled out of me and told me it was time for me to go. That it was late and he was really tired. not much for me to say. So I threw my clothes on and left their apartment. I went back home, still so hard from what had just happened. I jerked myself off and came buckets thinking about how I had just crossed the line. I e-mailed him several times never getting a reply. Similarly he never responded to my IMs. Finally one day he replied, but it was actually the boyfriend. I asked him why the top disappeared. He told me that the top was pissed because he said I had told him that I was poz in our conversations. Honestly, I don't know if I did or I didn't. I asked the bottom if he thought the three of us could ever play and he didn't reply. That was the last time I ever heard from either one of them. So many emotions and thoughts ran through me. I knew I shouldn't get fucked bareback by a poz top, but I was past it and I knew it was only a matter of time before I did it again.

I received a huge thick load from the last man to fuck my girlfriend a few months ago. I obviously haven't fucked her with my little tool.

I was setting up my tent at a nude gay campground in NH when a biker drove up the road. He had to stop for someone backing a trailer into another site. I wasn't quite nude yet, but was just in some skimpy bikini briefs. He was in full biker gear and had quite the ride, an Indian. We eyed each other as he waited for the driveway to clear. I knew I had scored and wondered how we would end up meeting. I figured it would happen later in the evening. I finished setting up, undressed and grabbed a towel and rushed up to the pool to enjoy some sun and a dip in the saltwater pool. I promptly laid down on one of the many loungers and closed my eyes to relax and enjoy the warmth of a rare hot late summer day while listening to the music over the outdoor speakers. I wasn't there long when I heard a voice asking if I minded that he use the lounger next to me. I opened my eyes and replied, that he was welcome to it. It was the biker of course and we began to make some small talk and ended up getting along quite well. He was older and fit as I am and had quite a nice cock. He had rented a trailer there for a few nights and after we took a dip in the pool he invited me over to it. I went to my site to grab a few things and walked on over to his place. He gave me a tour of the trailer and of course we wound up at the bedroom. It was a fifth wheel trailer so the bedroom was up a few steps. He was on the upper step and I found myself at mouth to nipple level with him. I wasn't going to waste anytime with this hunk, I immediately began licking and sucking his nipples. Needless to say we wound up in the bed exploring one another. With a hunk like him I tend to be a bottom so my legs were soon pointing to the ceiling and along with some spit for lube his raw cock was plunging my firm ass. His cock fit my hole perfectly and he was a good lover. He soon became quite excited and I thought he was going to cum right then and there but he stopped. He asked me where I wanted it and assured me he was "clean." I'm thinking I know that line but didn't care either way and told him to cum in me. He hammered away not too hard but just right and eventually flooded my ass with his biker juice. I spent the night with him and most of the next day. I ended up taking two more of his loads. During one session I urged him on, "Give it to me," and "Breed me." He wasn't as verbally abusive as I would have liked but I'm sure he didn't want to risk scaring me away either. Not that I would have been. Just before he shot his load he got a determined look in his eye while thrusting harder and harder and said, "Your getting it," "Take it." So I'm not sure if I got stealthed or not. We exchanged numbers but he lives several hours away so not sure if we'll meet again.

My husband and I are "monogamous," at least he is. When I'm traveling, I take as much dick as I can, preferably raw. Love setting up glory holes in my hotel rooms, spending the night in bath houses or saunas, and even picking up a college boy or two at a bar if I'm in that sort of town. Two weeks ago, I took a cruise with a friend from college who won a free trip and needed someone to go with him. We were able to pay a bit extra and get two rooms, both with balconies, but on opposite sides of the boat. Which was great for some private fun. While he was out chasing women (and nailing a few, according to our chats in the pool, the bars or at dinner), I made my way through as many of the gay boys on the ship as I could. My favorites: 1) A pair of guys in their late 20s on their first vacation together. Met at a LGBT happy hour in the ship bar, and then in their room. One was "strictly" a bottom, so I sucked him while his boyfriend pumped two loads into me. 2) Got a steward to come by my room to "help me fix the TV". He was dark skinned and so beautiful, with a long, uncut dick. He fucked me three of the nights I was there, and brought another steward with him the last night of the cruise to take turns on my hole. 3) Saw a young guy — said he was 18 — checking out my cock in the restroom. We met up at the second island stop, and I rented a hotel room. Suck a nice, smooth cock. His pubes smelled fresh, that sort of smell that comes from underwear washed by your mother. He actually shot off in my mouth while I was trying to get him good and hard, so I only got him to plant one load in me before we had to head back. Ran into him a couple of times after that, and he kept turning bright red. The rest were just middle age guys, most who I met at the daily LGBT events. One had a gut but a huge dick with a piercing that felt like it was tearing me up inside. Best thing is that no one asked about a fucking condom the entire time.

I love to keep my 2 boy's in full time diapers. One is a pup and I told him he will remain in diapers and chastity for ever and have no use or control over his ability to use his dick or even the ability to use a toilet. so he is forced to piss his diaper when he has to go. he is aloud to go number 2 once a day other wise he has to hold it. or the puppy tail should hold it in when he has it inserted. My other boy has been in diapers for 3 years now and I use him as my personal urinal when I need to piss no matter were we are

i go on walks all the time. I wish a guy would come pick me up and suck on my cock :}

Just for you DX21685 Seven long days drag by. Jon refuses to have penetrative sex with me until my status is confirmed so I just have to make do with hand jobs in the meantime, says he only wants me to top him once we know for sure I’m not firing blanks. Grrrr! I’m soooooo horny and need to share the virus I know must be daily coursing through my semen building their toxic payload. He’s got me soooo worked up as we hatch a scenario for his pozzing, finally agreeing to playout an anonymous hook-up fantasy. Fuck I’m hard and leaking all the time we talk. Finally, the day comes, 12:15, 15 minutes early, I’m pumped and cannot wait for the confirmation results, Jack the receptionist I met last week who booked my appointment, looks flustered, the centre is overrun with hormonal women for the Family Planning Clinic. “Sorry Andrew, the Women’s Wellbeing time has overrun and I double booked you, your actual appointment is 1pm, “My mistake” he says winking at me. “Hang on for a mo and I’ll….”, he coughs before saying in a too loud a voice…”Take you for a coffee to apologise” It’s so loud everyone looks up and stares at us. As he talks at his fellow workers he walks around the counter, “I’m off for a quick coffee instead of my lunch break” and gently guides me out of the main room. “OK Jack, don’t be too long…you can see how busy we are.” Is the chorus reply. “Follow me down these stairs” says Jack and I’m almost running to keep up with him, “Quick in here” he motions as I follow him in to the Centre Worker’s Male Restroom. Once inside he all but drags me into the one cubicle, locks it and is kissing me, hard, his tongue quickly forcing its way into my mouth. His free hands are massaging my crotch and my cock immediately responds. Now he’s unbuckling and popping buttons, his jeans and tighty whites fall around his ankles and he wriggles free of his clothing. High on lust I’m out of my clothes too, spin him round and drop to my knees, pull his buns wide apart then dive in to feast on his winking hole. “Mmmmmm” is all I can manage “that’s a great hot ass you’ve got there Jack” as my tongue flicks across his hole then going up and down his crack, I slow the licking, and I feel him pressing back against my tongue forcing just enough pressure so it pops inside his willing hole. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh… fuckkk… fuck… Andrew… Oh Godddddd…. So good…so….fucking….good” It must feel incredible, if I say so myself, his groaning and begging just keeps me forcing my tongue in as deep as I can, so hard in fact my tongue and jaw ache. “Ohhhhh…Godddd” he utters again, “I’ve been a bottom 1000’s of times” Pant, pant. “I soooo need Pozzing.” Pant, pant, “I've taken 1,000’s of anon loads” Pant, pant, “With no luck so far, so with you…I know my time to convert is coming right NOW!” “Ohhhhh Godddd… Andrew, please … Arrr fuck… fuck me Andrew… please, please… please breed me”, my tongue pops out of his ass for the first time. “Oh yeah boy…., you ready for this poz cock?” “Yeeeessssss”, is the response, his whole body now shaking in anticipation! “Yes, what?” “I want your cock… I want your POZ cock Andrew” I’m not going to refuse, am I? Standing, I kick his legs further apart and press down hard on the small of his back making his wet exposed hole ready for action. I rub my leaking cock around his ass lips… “You ready for this?” “Oh God Yes!” is the breathy reply. Copious amounts of pre-cum ooze from my piss slit leaving a layer of lube around his entrance as I then press my bare cock against his wet hole, teasing as the head just parts his pink lips and then I pull back out "Come on, don’t play games with me, fill me up with POZ cock!" he’s demanding "Aaaaah!" he groans, as I push all the way in in one swift action stretching his anal passage until I’m balls deep. This feels so good and fulfills my darkest fantasies… I want these feelings to go on forever! “Do it Andrew, fucking do it, do it NOW!”, Jack all but screams I’m pre-cumming like crazy making for a slick passage, means I now can easily slide up his hole and it feels fantastic with my cock pulling his ass ring open with each inward and outward stroke. I know I’m not going to last long, Jack obviously knows it too and wants my first known toxic delivery Jack is wanking with a frenzy and his back is shining with sweat and I’m guessing his climax is building. “Oh yeah…oh yeah”…he says over and over again, his right hand a blur as he self-pleasures, all of my efforts are solely on giving Jack what he wants and what I need. I jab harder and faster as I’m almost there "Please breed me. I want your poz cum up my hole." I gab his hips, pull them back as I ram home HARD as in the same instant my boiling balls pull up and fire rope after rope of thick highly toxic baby makers in his guts. “Take my Forever Gift….Welcum to the club…Bug Brother!” The stimulation or words are obviously too much for him as I feel his hole clamping tight around my cock in spasms and hear splatters against the cubicle wall. “YES!…YES!....Oh yes!...thank you, thank you!” he shouts just as someone bangs on the cubicle wall “Coffee break over Jack. It’s one o’clock and Doctor Hussain is ready for Andrew’s appointment.” “Fuck! It’s Tim, I’m busted!” We quickly uncouple, my steel rod of a cock covered in pinkish cum and ass juices and isn’t going down any time soon whilst Jack frantically scrambles to put on his clothes and is out of the door like a scaled cat without saying another word. Slightly dazed I turn around to see Tim standing there with a ‘cat got the cream’ grin across his face, “Mind if I clean up for you brother” as at the same time drops to his knees and swallows my dick until my pubes are buried deep up against nose. “Ummm tasty” is all he says as he pulls off…”Come on, the good Doctor is waiting for you.” “Come in, sit down Andrew. Now before we run through the results do you have any questions?” “No! I just want to know if the results” “Are you sure you are ready to learn if you’re HIV+ or not? Wouldn’t you rather have your boyfriend present?” “No, it’s fine I can handle whatever the result” He paused, took an intake of breath and said “Your test was Positive. We estimate your infection to be have been at least three months ago. As I told you at our last meeting you really should go straight on medication for the best possible outcome health wise” “Nah. Take medication? Not yet. Not sure when I’ll choose to begin. Right now there’s no need, I want to embrace who I am as a POZ person” I had a raging hard-on the entire time he talked to me. What if he noticed, who cares? Dr Hussain looks stern, “Be careful who you have sex with. You are very infectious, your viral load is very high, currently a 2.2 million and might well continue to rise for a while, you should avoid sexual contact, or if you do you must inform any potential sex partner before engaging in sex of your status and always use condoms.” I tell him, “I don’t think so, I’ve never used them in the past so will not be using them now. It’s my choice, I’m thinking about my needs right now.” The Dr shakes his head and asks, “Any regrets?” “You must be joking Sir! I’m able to meet amazing like-minded guys and make connections much deeper than I would have before. It’s liberating and inspiring. At this moment in time I feel on top of the World.” Tim the Technician cuts in, I think this conversation is over don’t you doctor? “Yes, yes, you go and talk him through his next appointments and see if you can make him see sense to begin medication. I can see I’m wasting my breath!” “Come with me stud to my office in the next room…please sit down….now we will need to make a series of appointments to do bloodwork to see what is happening to your CD4 counts” yhen adds almost in a whisper, “nice work on Jack. Poor lad, desperate to be Poz, in fact he only joined us so he could hook up with new cases of HIV infection. I apologise if you feel he mis-used your medical notes but once he saw your results he knew you were the lucky one with a HIV factory between your legs and needed your gift. Let’s hope he’s your first born Poz baby.” I got back to my car feeling euphoric and tingling with excitement. I was incredibly turned on almost creaming my pants thinking about pozzing my partner Jon whose sick mind created this wonderful perverted situation; I’d had a lot of sex chasing this bug and testing poz just now was the result of all that enjoyable work, culminating in consummating our relationship with Jon carrying on my DNA..no, our soon to be shared DNA. I immediately phone Jon with the good news, but only get his voicemail, “Hey bud, this is your soon to be Poz Daddy, call me, be home cleaned out head down, ass up, ready to fuck” An evil grin crossed my face, thinking Jon and a lot of other men will end up HIV+ because of this boy’s rock hard diseased cock. My dick twitched, throbbed and spurted 5 or 6 loads of virus laden spunk in my underwear. Happy days!

I've got to finish this, David wants me back for an encore. He made more that one night than he ever has, he says! * continued 8 more on the way??? Looking around the room; 9, 10, 11, 12, too many to count in my spun out Cum Crazed state. Plus at least 8 more! I've been a Cum Whore for some time; but this night I am The Cum Whore!!! And I want more, and more; its then I realize I'm saying it out load... "I want more and more!" I'm covered in Cum, dripping Cum from both ends, needing more Cum! "I need more Cum!" Another booty bump I think; burning, yes booty bump as a grinning Cock owner puts the pipe to my lips and says; "here Sweetie, just nod when your full..." Now I Am Only a Cock Hole! A Cum Soaked, Cum Drenched, Dick Loving Cock Hole; it feels sooo right! I blurt out; "please don't stop; fuck me, Fuck Me!!!" I get lost in my Cock Crave'n, Cum Loving decadence; I'm at the precipice about to go headlong over the edge... And out in the distance I can faintly hear my name, "Tawnie, Tawnie, TAWNIE!" I snap to finally and respond, "present!" Its David; he says, "I'm out of product and need to re-up, and the sun is coming up; I need to get. Can your friends get you someplace somewhat safe?" I look around; more than half look at me, the rest at David and all agree on "yes!" I grab my bag, with my lube and such as I am carried out and into a cargo van and tossed on a pile of shipping pads; through the fog I hear, "want more?" "Yes, yes, YES!!!" I plead... "As you wish..." and I find myself at the back lot of the biggest truck stop in town just off the freeway, propped up over the pads in who-evers van, doors wide open, broad daylight, and I can hear; "yeah just $5 and you can Fuck the hell out of her!" I see an eager young man hand someone a greenback as he says; " that's for me and my 3 friends! Are you sure she wants all of us to Fuck her?" I yell, kinda; "yes she wants all of you and more to Fuck me!!!" And that's how it ended; me getting pimped out for $5 a pop; and did I see any money? Hell no; and that's just fine with me, I got what I wanted!!! To be a dirty little depraved Dope Whore Cum Filled Cock Hole! My hole is almost back to normal, this weekend it will have been a month; and Saturday going to do it all again! David says he can't wait; and me... "Look Out, I'm going to make last time be like a girl scouts meeting!" Thanks for letting me share my fun, Tawnie

Todd: I walked back over to the shower and turned the water off as soon as I heard Brian finish in the living room, and I walked out a minute after I heard his belt buckle. I hoped he had shot a huge load inside my girl, although I know she'd begged him not to. Most guys do. I wrapped the damp towel around my waist and strutted out of the bathroom, immediately noticing the smell of sex in the air. "All my clothes are out here," I said, as I crossed in front of the TV. I took my towel off and set it down on the couch right next to Brian, who was staring laser beams into the TV and working on his beer, apparently not noticing my semi-hard prick blowing in the wind not 3 feet from his face. "What's the score," I asked, as soon as I heard the commercial break start. "It's, it's…the same," he choked out, which I knew was wrong. Yep. As I casually put on some boxers, I looked over at my girl, who was pretending to watch TV too, and I saw the bright red hand prints on her neck even from where I was standing. My dick jumped, imagining my buddy pinning my girl down right there on my own couch and fucking her like he owned her, with me right inside the bathroom. That two-timing, backstabbing son of a bitch! I would deal with him later. "So what did you guys talk about?" I asked, putting on some joggers and a tank. "Brian was showing me how to get out of a chokehold," Sam said without missing a beat, making Brian cough on his beer a little. I pretended not to notice. "He didn't want to do it at first, but I kept asking him and asking him until he finally gave me what I wanted, didn't you, Brian?" she said, poking him playfully in the arm. Poor Brian jumped so high I was afraid he'd throw his beer across the living room. Then he quickly laughed, a little too loud, and managed, "Haha, yeah!" "Oh that's great," I said, putting on some socks, "I knew I could trust you to take care of my girl." Brian shifted and laughed awkwardly, making intense eye contact with the Meow Mix commercial in front of him, and obviously hoping I'd change the subject. "Babe, do you think you could help me carry the rest of the bags up from the car?" Sam asked me casually. Brian looked over at the bags already sitting by the door, probably thinking, How much stuff did she get? But he didn't say anything, and went back to trying to blend into the couch. I knew what my girl needed wasn't help unloading the car, but help loading up her slutty snatch again, and I didn't waste any time getting my shoes on after that. "Sure babe, let's go. We'll be back, Brian. You're not gonna go anywhere, are you?" I asked, staring at him meaningfully. "No, I'll be here," he said, relaxing visibly as Sam and I walked out the door and left him alone with his guilty thoughts. I could barely keep my hands off my girl after the door closed. I pushed her up against the wall right next to our apartment door and made out with her hungrily, slipping one hand up her shirt and another down her pants. She moaned quietly and put her arms around me. If anyone came out into the hallway they would see us like that, but I didn't care, I had to have her. My right hand found her pussy, and it was definitely wet. "Did my buddy cum inside you?" I whispered to her so Brian couldn't hear us on the other side of the door. She just nodded, with lust in her eyes. I slipped a couple fingers inside her, feeling my buddy's hot spunk inside my girl, the spunk he had shot up there barely a few minutes before. It was so wrong, and so hot, his spunk didn't belong inside her, only mine did. We both had to try so hard not to moan, or someone would hear us. I pulled my cummy fingers out of her twat and put them inside her mouth, and she sucked on them obediently. I immediately shoved my tongue inside her mouth and started kissing her, getting my first taste of my buddy Brian's cum, but definitely not my last. I somehow got my girl down to the parking garage without fucking her right there in the hallway, and we climbed into the back seat of the car like hungry animals, not caring anymore who the fuck heard us. I tore her pants off and buried my face in her cummy snatch before she could say anything. As she gasped for air and scratched and clawed at my back, I shoved my tongue as far up her pussy as I could, tasting Brian's forbidden cum, and wondering what he'd say if he could see me feasting on his hot jizz. Before I'd sucked all of my buddy's juice out of my girl, I moved up to share another kiss with her, and we made out greedily. "How did you get him to fuck you?" I asked her lustily, sliding two more fingers inside her. "I got him all hot and bothered with my bra and panties, and telling him how bad I needed a hard cock inside me," she said, gasping, "Then I said I'd tell you he grabbed my ass unless he fucked me. He stopped fighting me after that." Fuck, that made my dick jump. "You conniving bitch, did you at least tell him to put a rubber on?" "He slammed it in my pussy before I could say anything, so I let him fuck me without one." At this point my cock was so hard it was hurting, so I popped it out of my joggers and rubbed it over her pussy, wanting so bad to be inside her. "But that's so risky," I whispered, just inches away from her face, "he could give you something, and then you could give it to me," as I rubbed my precum onto her pussy lips, teasing her, "or he could knock you up, get you pregnant." I kissed her again, totally lost in the lust of the moment. "I didn't care," she whispered back hungrily after we broke away, "I just needed his rock hard cock inside me, I didn't care what he gave me!" "You dirty fucking slut! Taking my buddy's dick while I'm right there in the fucking shower! Did you at least tell him to pull out?" "Yes, I begged him to pull out so he didn't get me pregnant," she answered, as I started pressing my cock head inside her unfaithful snatch where my buddy's cock had just been. "But he wouldn't listen, he just put his hands around my neck and came inside me anyway. Now I might be pregnant with his babies!" The thought of my buddy choking out my girl and knocking her up after she'd begged him to pull out was too much for me, and I slammed my entire cock into her slutty twat with one thrust. Brian's cum around my unprotected cock felt amazing, and fucking his boys deeper into my girlfriend and into my piss slit got me so hot. Brian was part of the family now, whether he knew it or not, and what was his, was now both of ours, too. "Fuck, you nasty bitch, you make me so fucking hard, always letting other guys fuck you behind my back!" I was pounding her snatch so hard, making a sloshing sound with Brian's cum all over my hard prick, and she was pulling me into her desperately. "Are you gonna keep taking Brian's cum every time he comes over?" "Yes!" she whispered into my ear. "Good girl, you know it fucking drives me crazy when you do that shit." I kept pounding her as hard as I could, feeling my balls start to tingle. "You're such a nasty bitch, such a fucking cumslut, you're too good for me." I kept slamming her twat, and she kept moaning softly and pulling me in. "If you keep taking Brian's cum he's gonna make you pregnant, he's already marked you," I said, putting my hands on her neck, where I could still see Brian's fingers wrapped around it like he owned her. "Are you gonna mark me too, baby, just like Brian did?" she asked me, clearly wanting it. "Oh fuck yeah baby, you're mine, and don't you fucking forget it!" With that, I put my hands around my girl's neck, just like Brian had, making new hand prints on top of his, and feeling his warm cum all over my bare cock inside my girl, where it didn't belong. That son of a bitch had pretended to be my buddy, then choked out my girl and shot his cream inside her even though she'd begged him not to, all while my back was turned. Then he'd sat back down on the couch like nothing had happened, while his cum soaked into my girl's twat, maybe even making her pregnant. Well fuck him. Sam was mine, and I was gonna take her back. I looked down at my girl, and saw she couldn't really breathe with my hands choking her, but the obedient slut wasn't telling me to stop, so I just kept pounding Brian's cum into her and kept getting closer. Then finally she grabbed my wrists. She needed air, and I was the only one who could let her have it. She may have taken my buddy's cock and baby batter earlier, but she was totally mine now. That thought finally set me off, and my fat cock swelled up even harder as I slammed all the way inside my girl and shot rope after rope of my own jizz inside her slutty snatch to mix with Brian's. I have no idea how much of my cum I pumped inside her, but it felt like I was cumming for days. At some point I loosened my grip on her neck a little so she could breathe, but I kept my hands where they were to make sure she knew whose girl she was, mine. After I came down, I collapsed on top of her, pushing her into the car seat and smelling her hair, just like I imagined my buddy had done just 15 minutes before. She rubbed my back and my ass until I'd recovered. When I finally got up again, I saw I'd put new red marks on her neck. Perfect. If only she could see what a fucking slut she looked like right now, with two sets of red hand prints on her neck from two different guys, and two loads of hot jizz leaking out of her snatch with a bare cock still buried deep inside her. We got back up to the apartment and found Brian sitting in exactly the same spot, working on another beer. I wondered if he had any idea what we'd been up to, or how much dirty fun we'd just had playing in his spunk. Probably not. He probably thought he'd gotten away with breeding my girl behind my back, and that he was the only one with a secret, the sneaky bastard. "You took a while," he said to us. "Yeah, we got a phone call, from one of our friends," I improvised, hoping he wouldn't notice both our phones sitting on the dresser right next to him. "His girl was hooking up with one of his buddies, can you believe it?" I went on, kicking my shoes off casually and walking over to the couch. "He was pissed at first, but they worked it out in the end." I sat down on the couch next to him and put my arm around him, watching the commercial with him and kicking my feet up. He seemed uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. My girl cuddled up next to me and I put my other arm around her, too. "Oh really?" Brian managed, definitely uncomfortable. "Yeah, bros before hos, you know?" I said. "And besides, now the two guys have something else in common, right?" "Uh, yeah, right," Brian said, almost definitely missing that I was talking about the girl they were both banging. "So what's the score, Brian?" I asked, nodding at the TV, which was still playing a commercial. "It's, uh, you know…the same." Haha, sure it is, buddy.

this part right here... fuck, it's good to be a meth addicted, cock loving, drug warped, cumdump. take me party to party and fill me with cum and meth and im sure i would only ask for more pipe... the flesh or the glass kind hehe.

I'm competitive bodybuilder, very manly, but secretly like too push my balls into body and tightly bind cock between legs and then pretend I'm sissy boy in panties and become effeminate acting. Need breeding

That image throws me completely and momentarily my mind forgets the pain raging around my hole. “Oh fuck!” I cry out as my mind zones back in. He’s stretching me more than I think is possible as it hurts sooo bad. Every short stroke hurt as more of that fat slab of meat slides in, but I wanted his dick and toxic cum so badly I was willing to put up with the pain. Scott senses this and leans down next to my ear “I know it hurts, but it’s the only way to open you up to our virus. It will feel good soon and soon our Poz cum will be flowing into you knocking you up for your man” And then goes back to our sofa, sits down watching every action as he slowly wanks his gorgeous long dick. He’s right, my hole feels wet to me and with less friction the pain is slowly easing and is being replaced by intense pleasure and certainly a fullness that I cannot justly describe. "I'm all the way in now…bet you can feel the girth of my fat cock in you” he sniggers “And now to breed you. I won’t last long, you’re so tight, and your ass spasms and keeps gripping my dick." Adam picks up his speed jabbing hard with some long deep thrusts and quick short jabs, changes to an awkward angle and rams in hard "Okay bud, I'm getting really close now, you ready for my Poz cum, you ready to be bred?" "Yes, fuck yes! Give me your dirty seed. Fuck it into me." Is my response. Adam groans loudly. "Oh fuck, here it cums, I'm breeding you NOW!" My legs can’t stop shaking and with that he shoves hard and holds it, cock swelling and twitching. I feel his big mushroom head spew hot semen in my sphincter as a hot tidal wave fills my ass as he ejaculates deep in me, thrusting, moaning, injecting his death seed deep in my guts as he collapses over me and bites down hard on my neck. “Marking you with my strain…welCUM to the brotherhood…say goodbye to Negboy” I go slack under him, accepting his Gift into my body as his dick keeps spewing more HIV laden cum into my surely ripped and torn bowels with each thrust pushing all of the deadly sperm deep in my guts to do its duty. Scott gets up off our couch leaps over to Adam to kiss him deeply, while he’s thrusting his spent dick into me for what seems like an eternity as they make out. When they stop to breathe, Adam rips his cock out of my cunt. I’m caught by surprise, still breathing heavily in pain but blissed out. Surprisingly, as I reach around to feel for damage to my hole, very little cum has come out. Adam stands in front of me, “Clean it, you know you want to, taste yourself.” He must have a sixth sense as I love to suck cock right out of someone’s ass and that makes me super horny. He grabs my head and pulls me to his cock. The one that might just have knocked me up. I slurp and suck eagerly tasting ass juice, cum and blood. I am not naïve, that metallic taste is of course my blood and it’s strong or is it just my imagination that I can taste the virus in his cum too, a bitter taste different to mine and Jons. Scott is heavily leaking precum out of his cock as he lines up with my boyhole, “Ummm nice puffy lips to embrace my cock” Carefully dipping in just a little and rubbing around my ring again I moan around the thick cock lodged in my mouth as Scott slowly and carefully starts pushing his cock in all 9 inches’ eases in to my slippery coated hole until I feel his ball sack resting on my bent over ass. But before he starts pounding my hole Adam pulls his cock from my aching jaw and announces he has to go to take a PT session. Climbing into his clothes he bends down to kiss me deeply, “ummm you taste good, see you later” then goes to his husband, I hear them kissing, then a slap followed by, “do your duty bud but don’t wear him out, I’ll be back in about 90 minutes.” However, before we resume my conversion I ask, “Can we change positions, I want to watch as you knock me up?” “Hell yes!” is the reply I wriggle round on to my back to ease my aching arched back. He pulls me down the chair a bit for better access, pushes my legs up, teases my hole with the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum on my puffy abused hole and gives me a quizzical look. I nod as he slowly pushes his cock through my ring, taking time for me to savour the experience until all 9 inches of his cock bottom out as I feel his ball sack rub against my ass crack. He kissed me and says. “You know I’m poz like Adam and shooting dirty loads,” “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been that this is what I want, I want it so bad. Please give me your dirty load", I say. This is a gentler fuck with long slow strokes with his magnificent cock almost fully withdrawn on the out stroke with his mushroom head pulling back on my anal ring before pushing in deep broken only by long deep kissing and tweaks of my nipples. I sigh and moan in ecstasy on each in stroke as my prostate gets massaged and poked producing a stream of clear liquid from my piss slit and occasionally some milky cum too as the pressure builds and my need to shoot strengthens with every caress on my precious erogenous zone. And then it happens. Without warning, a slight tingle in my balls as my cock explodes, 4 , 5 shots whizz past my ear, one hits me on my cheek and the other pulses spew out on to my chest and abs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stopped cumming, “Oh yeah, that’s it. Your sphincter’s really gripping my cock tight when you cum....I’m getting close. You want my load?” With that he starts hammering home, my hole is so ready for his load. I study his face and watch for ‘that look’ on his face that says ‘I am going to cum’. “Fuck, it’s so hot knowing you want it so bad.” Three more hard hammers and he screams “I’m cumming so fucking hard in your ass right now,” he says nearly breathless and panting with excitement as we lock eyes…we are face to face making out “Yes, cum in my ass,” I’m saying, “fill me with that toxic load, give me your gift. It’s what I’ve needed for so long,” I beg. And with that he’s pumping his full balls inside me. He collapses on top of me breathing heavily, sweating. We are so “together” I feel his heart beat on my chest as his cock still is pumping away in my hole. I truly hope his is the Poz load that is lethal to my system and tighten up my abused hole on his cock, hoping to squeeze out every drop of toxic cum I am becoming addicted to. “Keep that up and I’ll be up for round 2” Scott says. I’m too blissed out to worry and let my head roll back in time to watch my neighbour, who long since must have given up on ironing, cum all over their living room window. We smile at one another and he moves off to close the curtains.

That night I did not go out, I wanted myself alert for the next day, the next morning I’d picked out a nice elf costume for Noel and though it was maybe a little risqué I knew he’d wear it with a little bit of encouragement, I dressed myself in my Sunday best and sat waiting resisting the urge to light a cigar, drink some brandy or fire up the meth pipe. At 11.34am exactly Noel turned up along with his mother she was relieved when she saw me “I thought you did not work on Sunday but when I saw the Santa out there???” I stopped her, “unfortunately my dear lady, commercialism does not but recognise the ways of our lord “ I sighed “that is a colleague, an ungodly man, but the stores insist on a Santa everyday” I lowered my head “it’s not right but what can one do?”, she rested her hand on my arm “I completely understand” adding “may I leave Noel with you, he will do whatever you say”, I nodded ushering her gently out of the door “of course my dear lady, do not worry I’ll take care of him” I closed the door locking it, I walked across the room getting a cigar out of the draw lighting it up and started to undo my shirt, “don’t just stand there boy, take off your clothes”, I sat down groping my cock through my trousers as he shyly stripped off, folding his clothes as he went until he stood in front of me in a pair of old off white y-fronts “those too son”, he blushed as he pulled them down and off. He stood there like a little short Adonis, he was indeed beautiful to behold with a nice smooth lightly muscled body he stood covering himself with his hands, I stood up and walked round him “hands behind your head boy”, he hesitated as first but a swift slap to his peachy rear made him put his hands behind his head, I fondled his sweet six inch thick penis “that’s better boy” as he groaned and squirmed as I massaged his hard little prick and furry little balls, before tugging on this pubic hair “this needs to go”, I could see his emotions wave over him as I added “that’s if you want to suck my cock again son?” He groaned in anticipation as I sat him on the chair slathering his pubes with shaving foam, not being a stranger to shaving boys I did it expertly until his cook and balls were as hairless as the day he was born “is your crack hairy son?”, he fidgeted a bit “no Sir”, I raised my eyebrows “really?, show me”, he looked a bit scared but he raised himself up settling down so his legs were over the arms of the chair, his arse was deliciously smooth, like a plum, his voice was trembling “is it ok?”, I took a lick at it growling ”its perfect” before burying my tongue deep in his arse crack. I love the shock and surprise a boy has when a tongue first flicks over his arsehole, and Noel was better than expected, he shrieked “oh my god”, I grinned “like that son?” he squirmed and panted as I stuck my tongue right into his young arse “oh god Sir yes I love it!!!”, I savoured the fresh taste of his arse, I detected a scent and taste of soap as I tongued him, he was trembling playing with his cock “I never, never, oh my god forgive me”, I pulled my tongue out of his quivering boyhole “don’t you dare cum yet boy”, he groaned letting go of his cock, “that’s a good boy”, “you finger youself boy?”, he blushed nodding, I chuckled “show me”, Noel slowly licked his finger before putting it down to his smooth young hole, pushing his middle finger into himself moaning as he wanked himself with the other, I grunted slapping his hand “no wanking boy, just pleasure your arse”, he obediently let go of his cock, he looked so cute his eyes clearly needing approval as his finger slipped into his hole and he started frigging himself, I nodded “good boy” and smiled down at him at I picked up my tub of Tina laced lube, “that’s a good boy, here use some of this”, he looked at me quizzically “I’ve only used spit before”, I chuckled “this is much better than spit son”, he scooped a glob up as I grinned “show me how you do it son, go on just for me”, he rubbed the big old gloop of lube onto his hole “like this Sir?”, I had to control my voice as I whispered “very good boy, now finger it in, show me “ and just like that the kid chemmed himself up, I had to puff out my chest in pride, who wouldn’t?

K9 sounds wild and fun, and when I was 18 or 19 I even tried to lure a neighbors dog that always roamed the neighborhood, but I was 18 or 19 and dumb as hell. All I got from it was some scratches and mosquito bites. I knew a couple guys who had a Great Dane that they regularly let use tricks they brought home- but I was never invited to that event. Maybe I am just older and tamer now, but I would far rather have a hard, 8+ inch guy mount my ass and plant seed two or three times in a row over someones dog-- unless I can have both <g>

It's funny how people can fill in the blanks with what they want to believe. So I'm online the other day and I get asked the question I hear every once in a while: whether I fuck bare. "Been known to," I answer. "Yeah, I do safe mostly," he responds. "Only fucked bare in a relationship." "Of course," I reply. "My last LTR lasted 8 years." "Damn, when did it end?" he asks. "Last year," I respond. "Oh man, I bet you miss fucking bare," he writes. "Yup," I answer simply. Truth is, I fucked an ass earlier this week nice and raw. But I do miss having my cock inside an ass. His assumption, of course, is that I've been "safe" since my last relationship ended. But that's his assumption. You know what the stupid saying is about people who assume (makes an "ass" of "u" and "me"). But I can't help how people interpret what's being said. So with more small talk, we meet. I arrive at his place and discover he's hotter than the "jock" in his screen name even hinted at. Dark features -- you could swear almost Middle Eastern -- with harshly black hair and a neatly trimmed goatee, he stood at five-foot-eight with less than 10-percent body fat leaving him around 165 pound. As instructed, he answered the door naked. His smooth pecs didn't bulge out but were quite defined above what was unmistakably an eight-pac. The almost perfect "V" down to his 30-inch waist highlighted an uncut cock, which hung relaxed but still around six inches. His legs were nicely built and lightly hairy -- not the standard gay man who worked only his chest. This was a true athletic man. When he turned around to walk away from me, his ass came into view and I had no doubt I'd enjoy myself. Not a bubble butt -- which tends to be more fat than muscle. This was one of those perky specimens that you could bounce off. I started unbuttoning as we walked toward his bedroom in his tiny apartment. He turned and dropped to his knees immediately and finished with my pants, not waiting a moment to engorge himself on my cock. He slurped messily while I slipped out of my shoes and took off my shirt. Sure, my six-foot-three-inch frame wasn't as impressive as his. But he wanted cock, and mine was perfect. At around seven inches, my rock hard cock stayed hard, even after I shot off. As he stood, we kissed for the first time, with my slipping off my pants and underwear. I turned him around and pushed him on the bed, taking charge. I started eating out his ass, immediately, causing him to push his ass further into my face. With obvious muscle control, he opened up and allowed my tongue entry easily. I mean, I was slobbering down his chute. I knew he was enjoying himself and this was a no-nonsense fuck. He wanted my cock in his ass. As I came up from his ass, gently tickling up his back, my cock hit his crack. I kissed the back of his neck as he handed me a condom. DAMN. Of course, it was one of his, not one of my intentionally weakened variety. I took it, but continued to grind into his wet crack, kissing his neck. "Oh fuck man, I want that cock," he whispered. So I scooted down a bit and poised it at his hole. He looked up at me suspiciously, grinned and then flipped over, grabbing me so, in a fluid motion, I was on my back on the bed and he was on top. He must have once been a college wrestler or something. He took the condom from my hand, ripped it open with his teeth and pulled it out of the foil wrapper. As he leaned down to kiss me, I could feel his hand on my cock, stroking it. With again the deftness of someone who'd done this a dozen times, he sheathed my cock. DAMN. Within a moment, his asshole was poised at the top of my cock and he dropped onto it like a long-starving man who had happened on an all-you-can-eat buffet. Of course it felt all right -- just not as good as entering the hole raw. We fucked in that position, him bouncing on my cock, almost silent for five or ten minutes. There was heavy breathing. He moved, again, in that cat-like movement until he was on his back, his head off the base of the bed -- my covered cock still in his ass. "Fuck, I want this ass raw," I'm thinking. As I looked at him, I looked past him and at my pants on the floor. I saw just the base of my popper bottle peaking out of the pocket. An idea began to form. I began fucking him harder and he started grunting. As I really got to fucking him, his less-than-supportive bed allowed me to push him closer toward the floor until he was off the bed completely. His ass up, my protected cock still slamming into him. Finally, I knew I could reach the poppers. I offered them to him first. These were my best poppers with a good, long-term high. I was surprised he took them and took a few, deep snorts. I kept my snorts short, because I knew the high would get to him soon. I fucked hard and deep. And he closed his eyes. He really started to moan. His ass clenched down around my cock. And he was approaching ecstasy. "Shit!" I exclaimed, pulling my cock completely out of his ass and sitting back on my haunches on his bed. I could see the shocked look on his face as his ass was empty suddenly. In a quick movement myself (well-enough practiced), I pinched the end of the condom and pulled, while holding the base. SNAP! "Damn condom broke," I said under my breath, breaking it myself and showing it to him. He scrambled up, still missing the cock in his ass. "I don't care," he said breathlessly. And he was on top of me, my uncovered cock in his ass immediately. He wanted cock, condom or no. AHHHH. It went in smoothly and his ass clenched down. His eyes were closed and he was some place else. I smiled up. He was grunting and grinding, forcing my raw cock as deep as possible into his ass. I knew my juices were leaking, coating his ass chute liberally. After a few minutes, I grabbed for the bottle of poppers, which had rolled against my right leg and opened it up. As I started my first deep snort, he opened his eyes and looked at me, slowing his assault on my cock. I really took in a good amount and handed the bottle to him. "Please don't cum in my ass," he said, taking the open bottle from my hand. "You've got nothing to worry about," I said. He snorted his next hit. And then he began to impale himself on my cock. Of course, you never tell me what I'm not going to do. I focused on the sensation of my cock entering his ass and the feeling it created. Then the waves of pleasure from the poppers hit me. It wasn't far to go, and pretty soon, I felt the cum boiling in my balls. I let go and my first load shot deep into his ass as he continued to bounce on my cock. Cum just had to be coating the inside of his ass. And I was feeling much better. Sometimes bottoms might notice the change in the fuck sensations with the added lubricant. So I grabbed his hips, pushing him onto my cock and pulling him close to me for a kiss. I pulled my cock from his ass and scooted away, pushing him down onto his stomach. He still had the poppers, taking another snort. As I looked down from behind, my cock was shiny and angry red. Still rock hard, the head had shrunk a bit since releasing load number one. Around the hairy base, I could see the milky white "ring around the collar" of cum. And his hole seemed to be leaking a little viscous liquid of my spooge. As he handed me the bottle of poppers, I plunged in deep and held my cum-covered cock in his hole. I snorted more poppers and went to fucking. For the next 24 minutes, I fucked him in three other positions, ended back on his stomach, me slamming into his ass. As I was getting ready for my second load, I was grunting deeply. "FUCK ME!" he's screaming. "I'M" GRUNT "GOING" GRUNT "TO" GRUNT... Before I can say "cum," he's off my cock, pushing me back and scooting down. "CUM ON MY COCK!! PLEASE!!!!" "CUM!" I say. I grab my cock and jerk a little, pushing me over the edge. My cum shoots out with such force, it hits his pecs with the first string of sperm. I push down, shooting the second load on the tip of his cock. He's scooping up all the cum he can grab and begins to jerk off, using my cum as lube. The next few spurts shoot onto his flying hand. He's closing his eyes and groaning. A couple of moments later, a respectable load begins to fly out of his cock, landing on his sweaty chest. He collapses, stopping his furious jerking, but still breathing hard. I fall off to his side. After a few minutes of recovery, he never opens his eyes: "Damn, that felt SO much better than anything I've had in years." "Yeah," I say. "I know what you mean." A few more minutes pass and he rolls off the bed, standing up and looking back at me. "I'm going to shower." As he walks toward the bathroom, I can see a bead of some liquid snake down the inside of his leg.