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Part 40 　 We laid there wrapped in each others' arms until I heard someone knocking on the door. We then got up and went back downstairs to the kitchen. There was Randy and Tom at the door. They told Hank that the new guys were there now and waiting and was wondering if he was ready for their Sat. night conversion to start up. Hank turned to me, grabbed me and kissed me, and asked if I was coming over. I told him I wanted to take a shower and then see. He smiled and said, "I hope you hurry then, please, as I would love to have you there." I nodded and said, "I'll see after I get cleaned up first. It does sound like more fun, maybe. Go ahead and give 'em hell." He turned and they all headed over to Hank's then. I headed back upstairs and soon was taking a nice hot shower. The stream of water across my body felt wonderful after our lovemaking session. Then it hit me. Lovemaking session? Had it actually been that, it sure had seemed so at the time. Now with Hank not there, my same old doubts came back. What am I doing? What about the HIV? I had been totally straight and now, what? The whole week had me completely torn. Did I still want a woman, did I want only guys, did I really want this disease and if I didn't was it too late to try and get that PEP they had talked about? So many questions. As soon as I was alone, my thoughts were definitely confused. All this had happened so fast and I still wasn't sure if it was what I wanted. It felt magnificent during the sex and it was the best I had ever had. The fact that is was all with guys with a high viral load of HIV, made it hotter than hell but also about the scariest thing I could think of. I loved the sex, but the HIV? I still wasn't happy about that I guess, but what to do? I had been with quite a few women before but now only 3 guys, but it seemed almost like a lot more. All sex to me was great but these guys took me to new heights I had only dreamed about before. Could I even perform with a woman now? Shall I just forget that and stay with guys only? OMG, my mind was in a whirl. As I was sitting there in confusion and trying to sort my mind out, I could hear the sounds from next door again. They seemed to be getting under way now and I knew what was happening there. More neg. guys taking poz loads and hoping to convert, but is that what I wanted? I really did not want HIV, but the cock and sex were so intoxicating. I found myself heading downstairs and then over to Hank's. The kitchen door was open and I just walked on in. Then I realized I hadn't even stopped to put any clothes on and was still naked from my shower. I laughed at myself for being so lost in thought as to do that. As I walked into the livingroom, I stopped and gaped at the goings on. They were all in there on the floor. All 4 of the POZ guys were fucking the hell out of what I assumed were 4 NEG guys and there were two more guys sitting on the couch stroking their cocks. I had no idea if they were two more poz or neg guys. What a sight to see. The sounds of the guys fucking were loud as they slammed their cocks as hard, fast and deep as they could. The guys under them groaning and panting and one even almost screaming.

Thanks. That chapter only has 6 likes/upvotes so far so either not many liked it or people are bored with the story. We'll see how the next couple chapters fare... ------------------- Part 53 - New Years Party 4 Kyle walked into the apartment and saw Raphi slowly getting out of the sling, trying not to slip and land on his well loaded ass. Vince was on his knees on the couch getting fucked by Eric and Kai was eyeing the sling. “How many loads?” Kyle asked Raphi and Kai. “Seven, so far” Raphi said as Kai grumbled. “Only five” Kai said, laying back in the sling. Kyle walked up to Kai and pushed his pants down, freeing his stiff cock. Kai laid back and hooked his feet in the straps, like he had done countless times before and offered his ass to Kyle. Kyle shoved his cock into Kai’s puffy, cum filled hole and felt Kai clamp down as soon as he was all the way in. “Ready for more charged seed?” Kyle said. “Fuck yeah! Give it to me” barked Kai. Kyle pulled his cock back half way and slammed in, pushing Kai back off. Grabbing the chains, Kyle stopped his movement just after Kyle’s cock came out of his hole. Tugging on the chains, Kyle’s cock drove back in until Kai’s body slammed back into Kyle. Thrusting again and starting the pattern again, Kyle pounded Kai roughly. The groans from Kai told everyone that this was not a gentle fuck. The jangling of chains, the grunts, the groans, and the sounds of a cock fucking a cum filled hole drowned out the sounds of Eric fucking Vince. With a loud growl, Kyle emptied his balls into Kai’s fertile hole and mixing with the other toxic loads inside. Raphi was stroking his cock as he watched Kyle fuck Kai. When Kyle pulled out, Raphi moved in and asked “Do you want my neg load?” “Sure. Give your cock a poz cum bath” Kai said. Raphi drove his cock into Kai’s hole and stood there, with his cock all the way in. He had never fucked a cum filled hole before and the feeling was amazing. “Oh fuck” Raphi repeated for several seconds and then started to fuck Kai’s pussy hard. Stu walked up behind Raphi and tweaked his nipples while encouraging him to shoot his useless seed into Kai’s hole. Stu’s cock pressed into Raphi’s hole and soon Raphi was fucking himself on Stu’s shaft or into Kai’s ass. He only lasted a few minutes like that until Raphi’s cock erupted pumping one of his last neg loads into Kai. The orgasm milked another load out of Stu’s cock and added to the cream filling up Raphi. The door opened and in walked Paul, laughing at the sight of the orgy. “Where the fuck have you been?” asked Eric. “Out with a client, but he’s in bed now and I need to bust a load or two. I figured this would be a good place to find some hungry ass” Paul replied as he quickly took his clothes off. He walked over to the sling and Raphi moved out of the way. “I hope you take charged loads” Paul said, plunging his cock into Kai’s sloppy hole before Kai could answer. “Add your bug to his hole, Paul” Kyle said while walking behind Vince. Kyle slid his cock into Vince’s muscular ass and leaned over, whispering in his ear “You poz or neg?” “Newly poz” Vince replied. “Cool, I hope you bred Kai and Raphi” Kyle said. “Yeah, and the other guy too. I was hoping to get fucked while my balls fill back up” Vince said as he squeezed his pussy tight around Kyle’s cock. Kyle pulled out and slammed back in, feeling the cum inside Vince’s hole. Kyle pounded Vince a few dozen times and then pulled out. He went and grabbed a new shirt and went back downstairs, hearing Paul grunt each time he drilled Kai’s hole. Paul got more vocal and fucked harder and harder into Kai’s hole. Kai worked his hole on Paul’s big cock and then started begging Paul to breed him. Kai was swinging back and forth, getting his hole impaled by Paul’s thrusting shaft. Paul grabbed his legs and forced his throbbing shaft as far inside Kai as he could and felt the spurts of infected seed mix with the other loads inside him. Kai moaned as he felt another charged load pump into his starving hole. As Paul pulled out of Kai’s flooded hole, Raphi was on his knees begging to suck Paul clean. “You should just bend over and use that cum as lube” Eric said. Raphi nodded, stood up and bent over the back of the couch. Paul chuckled and roughly shoved his cock into Raphi’s dripping pussy. Grabbing on to Raphi’s hips, Paul pounded as hard as he could, sometimes bumping into Eric who was back inside Kai’s hole. Eric ravaged Kai just like Paul was doing to Raphi. Dan was next to Eric stroking his cock and Vince was now next to Paul stroking his. Paul slammed in, growled and unloaded his virus tainted seed into Raphi. Hearing Paul breed Raphi gave Eric all the incentive he needed and he dumped a second poz load into Kai. Both Dan and Vince were on the cusp of their orgasms and pushed Paul and Eric out of the way in order to plant their loads inside the bug hungry holes of Kai and Raphi. Everyone caught their breath and Eric went to his bedroom and came out with a pair of butt plugs. He took the larger one and forced it into Kai’s cum soaked hole and then pushed the smaller one into Raphi. “Those plugs have sealed the fate of several neg guys, so I want them back” Eric told them. The guys wiped down with towels and then dressed before heading back down to the party. They had missed hearing the fireworks that went off at midnight, but had made their own anyway. The whole group drank and talked for a while until one by one or two, they headed home. Raphi had drunk a few too many shots at the end of the night and Mark, Eric, Joe and Kyle finally took him up to the apartment and they all soon passed out. Mark and Joe were hoping they had probably brought a few new guys into the brotherhood in addition to having a fucking great time. Only time would tell.

Couple months ago I was looking for a place to drop my loads and went on GRDR. After chatting with a couple guys that were bs I heard from a guy that started off with "hi daddy, will you seed my hole?" well of course! I started chatting this guy up and the longer we chatted on GRDR is was obvious he was for real. He was horny and ready to take some loads. We traded pics and he gave me his address. I head on over and my dick is already hard. When I arrive the door is answered by this handsome dark haired guy in this 40's. Trim body and hairy chest. He was so happy to see me with a big smile and equally big hard on. I went inside and was ushered into the bedroom. We started kissing and making out. Man he was hot. My dick started to rise to attention. He pulled off his clothes and I mine. When we were naked he bent down and sucked my cock. An amazing mouth licking and sucking my cock, making it feel so good. I turned him around and started to rim his hot hairy hole.. this made him moan wildly. He got on the bed and begged me to plow his hole and "give me daddy seed." I got up on top of him as our cocks were rubbing together. He turned over on his stomach. My favorite position and I put my arms around him while my cock probed his hole. It felt so warm and wet I slid right inside. He started hitting some poppers and offered me some. We both poppered up and I started to fuck his warm wet hole. It felt so good going inside. I pounded his hole and soon felt my load ready to shoot. He pushed back on me and my cock went deeper inside him. My load shot out and up his fuck hole. I kept fucking his ass and soon I felt another load working out of my balls. He turned around and kissed me and there was a large wet spot where he was. He shot his load while I fucked him..very cool. We rested a bit and exchanged numbers. I thought it would end there but I have heard from him several time. We connect and fuck our brains out. He is a great kisser and loves taking my seed. He has become a fuck bud and last week we both went to a bareback orgy hosted by a local guy I know. 20 guys fucking sucking and breeding. It was great. He was a pig and took 5-6 loads. He wants to fuck weekly. No complaints from me. The more ass I get, the more I want!!

Part 7 The ginger’s puckered hole gripped Rob’s cock and seemed to just pull him in. He would get into a rhythm and then suddenly switch it i up and ram it in just to get the bottom to clench on his cock. Rob was mesmerized watching his cock plow in and out of the hole before him. He would switch his gaze from the ginger’s ass to the video screen and back. The vision of seeing himself fuck on a big screen just turned him on more. Occasionally the screen would switch to the bottom’s face and when it did Rob would thrust harder to see the reaction and make the ginger moan. Some of the other Tops came closer to encourage Rob as he fucked. The chants of “Fuck him harder!”; “Show him who’s boss”; Tear him open” filled Rob’s ears. Occasionally a random hand would reach up to pinch his nipples or hold poppers next to his nose. As Rob looked at the screen in he saw a large cock with a Prince Albert offered to the ginger. The Top slapped the pierced cock across the bottom’s face who then greedily took the cock into his mouth. Rob looked away from the video screen to see the owner of big pierced cock. It was Jesse the bartender! Jesse and Rob stared at each other for a moment as they fucked the opposite ends of the ginger jock bottom. Jesse mouthed the words “Having fun?” Rob nodded raised both arms and gave the double thumbs up while power fucking the bottom for a moment, then settled into a slower steady pattern. He felt himself getting close. The ginger was truly milking his cock for all he was worth and as he closed his eyes to savor the moment he felt a tongue licking his ear and a then a slight nibble. “Ready to shoot your load stud?” asked Jesse. Realizing that he knew who was nibbling his ear, Rob just grunted and picked up his pace. Soon he felt the tongue push its way into his mouth, and though he normally didn’t kiss, he was lost in the moment soon was making out with Jesse full force. And then, he shot his load deep in the ginger’s ass. The applause and cheers bought him back to reality. As he pulled his cock out of the bound cum dump, Jesse asked him “How was that ass?” Rob replied that it was fantastic. “Well the hole seems to be quivering and begging to be filled again so I’m going to go next if you don’t mind.” Jesse lined his cock up and slid it into the freshly fucked hole. As he did he pointed to left and said to Rob “There’s a slut over there tied spread eagle practicing his deep throating skills; I’m sure he’d be happy to clean your cock off for you.” Rob smiled and headed off towards the recommended cock sucker. Rob soon found the cocksucker he was looking for. He was on his back tied to a bed with his head hanging over the edge. Guys would fuck his mouth and then rotate. Occasionally a Top would leave their cock lodged in the cock sucker’s throat just long enough to make him struggle to breathe. Rob wanted a turn and got in line. The guys in line took notice of Rob’s guest band and eagerly pushed him up to the front so he could go next. The sucker gagged slightly when Rob forced his cock down his throat and pumped. Rob felt the throat spasm around his cock as he drove it deeper and deeper. He kept this up for a few minutes then pulled out as he had seen the other guys do and moved back to the end of the line for his next turn. There was a tatted up biker in front of him. The biker looked back to Rob and welcomed to him to the party. “I hope they rotate this cock sucker to another area;” “I pissed fucked him a couple of weeks ago and he whimpered like a little pussy,” remarked the biker, “but he really does need to work on his deep throating and how to control his gag reflex so I understand why they started him here tonight; but the way he cries and looks so degraded when he’s receiving piss in his holes is priceless and such a turn-on.” “Good to know,” replied Rob, “I’ve never pissed up a guy’s ass but have recently discovered the pleasure of using a sub as a urinal.” It’ was Rob’s turn for the mouth again, this time he was a little more deliberate in making sure the slut sucked his cock properly and repeatedly tested him by holding his hard cock deep in his throat to try to elicit a gag response. Rob wasn’t quite sure whether those were tears running down the slut’s face or if it was just drool and cum coming from his mouth. As Rob finished this round he decided to go grab another drink and move onto another bottom; oral was great but he was ready to fuck another ass. He’d stop by later to see if this slut had refined his skills any after some more practice. As Rob headed for the refreshment stand something caught his eye. There were two young guys lined up side by side bent over what looked like a padded sawhorse. Their heads and arms were restrained in stocks. Each was being aggressively fucked from behind. The drink would have to wait; Rob needed to get into this action. The pair had very similar swimmers bodies, lean and tight. What probably made them look even more alike was that they each had been shaved completely smooth except for the hair on the top of their heads. One was blonde and the other brunette, but from behind you didn’t see much of their heads because of the stocks except when they jerked their heads up in response to a powerful cock thrust. When the bottoms bucked their heads up you could see they both were gagged with a bit gag strapped to their head. “Welcome to the racing station; my name is Cody,” a leather clad jock remarked as Rob walked up. Rob was a bit confused by the reference to a “racing station”, until he realized the two guys currently fucking the bottoms seemed to be competing with each other somehow. If one sped up his pace the other would follow. Both Tops would occasionally slap the asses they were riding as if they were literally in some sort of horse race. When the one riding the blonde shot his load; both stopped fucking and pulled out. The guy that had shot his load took a marker and made a tick mark on the blonde’s ass cheek. “Care to race,” asked Cody. “Since you are new I’ll let you pick which ass you want to breed.” “ Just a pointer though, as you can tell by the tick marks, Blondie has taken more loads so far tonight, so some might consider him the favored ass.” Now Rob understood what was going on, and in fact it almost seemed like a challenge to his masculinity. “I’ll take the brown mare then,” Rob shot back with a smile. Rob, stuck a couple fingers up the brunette’s ass, it still felt fairly tight and there was enough cum in there to provide a nice slick ride. He sized up his competition; Rob was clearly the winner in the cock department by an inch or two although they were similar in girth. It was clear Cody worked out but was only about 5’8” tall so Rob thought his extra height would be an advantage as well since he would have a better angle to fuck. So with the combination of the physical advantages he had and the level of horniness he was feeling right now, Rob was confident he had the challenge in the bag. The two competitors lined their cocks up at the awaiting holes as the audience counted down; “Three, two, one…FUCK!” Rob grabbed the bottom by the waist and plunged in. He really didn’t have a strategy, other than making sure the slick hole felt good on his cock. He did notice that brownie responded well when slapped on the ass. Each slap caused that ass to clench really tight on his fat cock. Cody seemed to be using more of a short and quick jack rabbit fucking style. Rob wasn’t sure if all the noise Cody was making was because he was getting close or whether it was just to throw him off. Whatever it was, it brought out the competitive streak in Rob and he fucked harder, faster and deeper. The noise his balls made when they started slapping against Brownie’s ass distracted his competitor. Rob noticed him watching so raised his right arm over his head and started swirling it over his head like he was riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo. "Yeehaa!" The distraction was temporary however, and Cody refocused his attention on Blondie’s ass and started plowing deeper. Within fifteen minutes, Rob felt his balls draw up and he shot several volleys of cum up Brownie’s ass and collapsed over his back. Cody wasn’t far behind and he unloaded in Blondie less than 30 seconds later. “Close race man, but looks like you beat me.” Cody handed Rob a sharpie and said, “Mark your win.” Rob had worked up a sweat after that fuck, but at the same time he was beaming with pride. He made his tick on the brunette’s ass and he and Cody gave each other a hug and celebratory pat on the back. Cody looked at Rob and said’” I want a rematch later tonight, let’s see how you do after these bottoms are loose and sloppy from a few more hours of taking loads.” “ You’re on Cody; but if this was an Olympic sport I’d always take the gold, so as long as you are satisfied with the silver medal….” The two laughed and hugged it out again. They moved aside for the next set of competitors who were anxiously awaiting their turns to fuck Rob needed that drink now, he was parched. In his mind he knew he needed to recharge if he was going to keep fucking at this pace.

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

Part 7; It was now about 4am, and I dropped off pretty quickly. I woke at 8am to the boy thrashing about, moaning in his sleep. He was boiling hot, and soaking wet. His body was well and truly fighting my viral GIFT, at the same time accepting it as it invaded his system, developing into his own strain. I woke him up, got up, changed the towel underneath him, made us both a Lemon & Ginger drink, with some Echinacea drops, and got him some more Paracetamol. Temperature time... 38.8c. 'Daddy, I feel fucking dreadful' 'I know. in a few days I promise you'll be feeling much better, now take your Paracetamol, they'll help a bit' I got a bowl of cold water with ice cubes, and with a flannel kept mopping his face and forehead from the sweat, and keeping it cool. Part of me really felt for him. The other part was incredibly turned on knowing that thanks to me he had a new life growing inside of him. After about an hour he seemed to perk up a little bit. I could see it in his face too. I took his temperature again... 38.1. I told him to get on all 4's, taking out his butt plug. 'When I say 'Push' son, push your pussy out, like you need to go to the toilet' 'OK Daddy' 'Push' Nothing came, just a fart. I held my mug under his cunt, and got him to push again. He again farted, but this time pink cum blobbed out. I kept making him do this until I guess there was a few tablespoons worth of toxic cum sitting at the bottom of my mug. During this time, his phone bleeped with a text message. I ordered him to sit up in bed, and tilt his head back to face the ceiling. I slowly poured the 5 loads down his throat. Of course, with his neck tilted back swallowing was more of a struggle, which accentuated his gulping motion, which in turn gave me a semi erection. 'You got a message on your phone' 'Oh yeah' ... He leaned over to grab his phone, read the message, and without saying a word handed me the phone. The message was from the clinic from a few weeks ago when I made him get tested. It simply read... 'Your test is Negative' ... Fuck, a surge went straight to my Dick and I was now super solid! I turned to him and said... 'Not anymore boy'. I flipped him back on all 4's, commanding him to hold onto the headboard. 'Arch out your ASS boy'. The contrast of that text message, and what was happening inside him sent my inner depravity wild. I drove into him, no lube, no spit, nothing. No slowly building up, just a quick hot fuck, slapping his pert backside. I really dug my grip into his hips as I quickly got close... 'You are a Nasty Fucking Pig' 'Yes Daddy, fuck me with your Poz cum, give it to me' 'Yeah, you are my dirty greedy Poz Pig' 'Breed me Dad. Cum in me, PLEASE'. I grunted, spewing another toxic load deep in his guts! We lay down into spoon position, and I slid back inside, slowly rocking. I rocked us back to sleep, inside his cunt!

Part 3 As I entered the house Gary and my brother were in the kitchen, I shouted hello at them and went to my room and got changed. Gary appeared at my bedroom door "Everything alright?" he asked, "Yes, although still a little sore from what you did to me" he laughed at me, "Don't worry it will get easier, dinner is ready.". I followed him down to the kitchen where my brother looked over at me "Sore?" he asked as my face turned red and I nodded, we sat down and ate dinner. As we were clearing up my brother came over and put his arms around me, his head forcing mine over to the side exposing my neck he clamped his mouth at the bottom and started biting and sucking. I pleaded with him to stop but he sucked harder, as he released he looked at the spot and grinned before saying "That will take around 5 days to disappear and before it goes I will show you real brotherly love.". I walked over to the oven door to check myself out then turned to face him "You better make sure you do.", he came over to me and grabbed my face with both hands and started kissing me on the mouth. I fancied the hell out my brother so gladly I responded and kissed him back deep. "That is so hot." Gary said, I broke free from my brother's kiss and went over to Gary and kissed him. "Just getting more practice in." I said and laughed. The rest of the evening we spent in the lounge watching a film, I knew at some point I would have to broach the subject of Gary fucking me without a condom but for now I just wanted to start enjoying the freedom. I went on to tell them about Dan and the incident on the metro to which they both replied that I didn't waste much time putting it about. The more I thought about it and Dan I wondered if it was only going to be a matter of time, as the film finished I kissed Gary and my brother goodnight and headed up for some needed sleep and thank heavens tomorrow was Friday. The metro pulled to the station and as I stepped on board and headed to find a seat, I settled in and was about to put my headphones in when Dan appeared and took the seat opposite me. "Morning Josh." he smile was so radiant "Morning Dan, ready for another day?" I asked, "Yeah, but I know what I would prefer to do." laughing and winking at me. By the time we got off the metro and headed our separate ways I had found out that he was 31 years old, worked a couple of blocks away and lived close to the metro stop after mine. I had agreed to meet him lunchtime at the gym, the morning went by so slowly and I tried to busy myself to stop me from clock watching. At last it was midday and I finished off an email and collected my gym bag and headed out of the office. I had just finished a 5 mile run and slowing the running machine down as Dan appeared from the weight room and joined me, we chatted a bit then headed to the showers. Dan stood next to me in the shower, his naked body was doing it for me and I was finding it difficult to control my arousal. He looked over at me "Didn't know you had a partner.", I looked over at him "Why would you think that?", "Your love bite." he replied. I chuckled "That was my brother last night, claims he wants to do me.", "OMG that is not normal." he laughed before realising I was serious "Your brother wants to bed you....hmmm I can see why as I would as well.". I felt an overwhelming surge of sexual desire but contained myself and played it cool "Yeah." I laughed and winked at him. We parted company agreeing to meet at the metro after work. I decided to invite him for dinner partly out of curiosity and that I also liked his company, fortunately the afternoon sped by and at 5pm I logged off my work computer and left the office for the weekend. Dan was already at the station when I arrived, bracing myself to pluck up the courage to ask him if he wanted to join me for dinner. To my surprise he agreed, I hastily sent a text to my brother to let him know there was 1 addition for dinner, he replied with an okay as I took my seat on the metro. As we entered the house I called out to my brother and Gary whom both appeared so I quickly did the introductions, my brother nodded approval and smiled at me saying "Dinner will be in 20 minutes.". I took Dan upstairs to my room closing the door behind him and wasted no time, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him as his mouth sought mine and his tongue speared in to my mouth. His kissing was so intense and dominate that my legs started to shake uncontrollably, his arms circling around my back he gradually lifted me off the ground and took me over to the bed. Gently he lowered me down and laid on top of me continuing his kissing, my hands were all over his body as I couldn't get enough of feeling his toned torso and arms. After some time we heard Gary shout that dinner was ready and Dan released me and flipped on to his back, "Seriously I am going to have to make love to you later." he said grabbing at his crotch and giving it a good rub, my head was buzzing with excitement but also the thought of how dominant and controlling he appeared to be. Over dinner and wine the conversation was good and interesting, hardly any sex talk and mostly a getting to know Dan and vice versa, my brother showed a little to much interest in Dan so I made our excuses as we headed back upstairs to my room. Dan stroked my chest through my shirt as we lay on the bed, gradually he undid the buttons exposing my chest, his head moved forward as he started licking and sucking at my nipples, I found out by this simple move that my nipples wired to my groin causing an instant erection. Dan realised he had found my erogenous zone on first strike. My hands moved across his broad shoulders as I started to undo his shirt buttons, as I reached the button button I moved my hands inside the open shirt and ran them up towards his shoulders pushing the shirt over them to reveal his body and those tattoos. A tribal tattoo that run down his left arm, paw prints over his right breast that ran down towards his groin area. I commented on his tattoos and how amazing they looked as I inspected the tribal tattoo further, embedded within I counted 3 biohazard tattoos that were designed to mix in perfectly. I knew what they meant and commented on how well designed it was circling around each biohazard symbol, "Ahh, you noticed them." he said looking at me "You know what they mean?", I simply nodded and muttered "Yes, I know.".

I stopped by the ABS the other day to get some poppers. Since some of my last BB adventures, I just wanted to pick up a bottle to use while playing with myself at home. This way I wouldn't be tempted to take a cock BB and get a load in my ass. It was after work when i stopped by and I was dressed in dress shirt and slacks. I walked in and went to purchase a bottle when i decided, since there was no other cars in the parking lot, I would go ahead and pay the additional and head back to the booths. I picked one in the back and took off my pants and underwear so I could jerk off while doing the new poppers and getting off to some good vids. I am not sure why, but I had left the door partially open, just to add to the excitement probably...sometimes guys will just stay outside and watch......but still was not expecting anyone. I had taken a few hits of poppers and started playing with my ass and cock when I noticed a tall black gentleman outside my booth. He looked at me and then pulled out a nice 8" cock. I took another hit of poppers and knelt down outside the booth and decided i was at least gonna suck his nice black cock. I started slowly taking his cock into my mouth and swirling my tongue all over it. He started talking to me saying that it felt good and that i was a good cocksucker. I sucked on if for a few minutes outside the booth and then started to get a little nervous, so I stood up and taking him by the cock i pulled him into my booth. As he is following me in he starts talking some more. "You have a nice ass, you have any lube?" I mumbled that I did not and since I wasn't there to take any loads in my ass I got back on my knees and took another hit and really started to go to town on his cock. It was getting nice and hard and I loved the feel of it in my mouth. I was trying to get it into my throat, but I still gag on large cocks like his. "mmmm baby that feels good...would love to see how it feels in your ass" he said. I told him again that I didn't have lube. About that time the movie stopped playing so I turned around to grab another token...and as I did he started caressing my ass and playing with my hole. Before I knew it he had started to kiss my ass and then i felt his tongue on my hole. it felt wonderful and so i let him. I decided that I would not take anymore hits of the poppers and that way I could stay in control. I let him play for a bit and in between he kept talking like he wanted to fuck me. I was getting pretty horned up so i thought that I had better turn around and see if I could suck him some more and have him cum in my mouth. When I turned around he grabbed my cock and started sucking on it. I was surprised but thought..."this is cool...I will just go with it" . I decided it would feel better with another hit from the poppers, so I took a big hit in both nostrils. At that point I started to really feel it and he must have known cause he stood up and before I knew it he had turned me back around with my ass now right at his cock. He started rubbing his cock on my hole but since i was dry i knew it was not going in...but he had other plans. He spit on my ass and used his hand to push it down to my hole. I thought i felt it but was not sure. He pushed his cock up against me again and spit directly on my hole..He kept talking the whole time. "baby this ass looks so good, i just want to fuck it right now" By now my asspussy was getting wet...from his spit and precum and next thing that happened was that he started to push in. by this time i was lost....so i just stayed bent over as he grabbed my hips and started pumping away at my ass. After about 5 mins, he really started fucking me and my head was actually banging the back wall of the booth..I kept thinking that he is going to bust a load in my ass and there is nothing that I could do. He had a good grip on my hips and would stop. Soon he started to speed up and then it happened....He pushed really hard and deep into me and unloaded his cum. I could feel it shooting into my ass for what seemed like a minute or two. He pulled out and cleaned up and said "Thanks...Nice piece of ass". That's when I realized that I was just a cumdump for him and just put here to be used. I pulled on my underwear and pants...and walked out of the ABS with his cum still inside me for the whole ride home.

Part 6; John flipped the boy on his back, spread his legs wide, holding onto his ankles, and without a pause shoved his toxic Dick inside. As he fucked, you couldn't help but notice his large bio-hazard tattoo, and for the first time I noticed the letters P, and, Z within the symbol. HOT! He fucked the boy for about 5 minutes. We weren't even paying proper attention. However, our attention was properly grabbed when John started cumming, making all the usual erratic breathing, and primitive grunting. Phil cheered and yelled... 'Yeah, go on John son, breed that fucking dirty faggot' John had a short spurt of piston fucking right before he began shooting his venom. Having done the deed, he leaned in and carried on fucking, slowly grinding his hips as he embedded his toxic seed deeper. And on he went, fucking... He wouldn't stop... 'OK John mate, let's get this lad to bed. He really does need some rest ... Right fellas, if you want to stay for some Beers and a laugh, that's cool. I'm just going to sort this chap out'. The general consensus seemed to be they all wanted to stay on. I picked up the twink, and carried him to my bedroom. I gave him some of my sleep medication, just to help him get a bit of a deeper sleep for at least a short while. Again, on a towel, butt plug in. 'If you need me for anything boy, send me a W/app message, I'll just be downstairs, OK'. 'Thank you Daddy'. I tucked him in, and left him to rest. For the next few hours the 4 of us chatted, drank, smoked, with some wicked house music on the spin, not too loudly though, I wanted to make sure the boy upstairs wasn't disturbed. Phil suddenly got up... 'I need a Shit' And off he went! About 20 minutes had passed, and he hadn't returned. 'Is the man constipated?' I facetiously said in my head. 'I'm off to see where Phil has got to' 'OK' said John & Bill, as they seemed to be rather oblivious and in their own world! I knocked on the bathroom door... 'Hey, Phil, what is going on?' ... No reply! I turned the handle ... Unlocked! I went in, no one there. Into the bedroom... ... There he was, fucking the twink again! He had him bent over my bed, arms spread eagle. He looked up at me, giving me a twisted smirk. It seemed that a combination of the twinks sero-conversion to the gradual physical acceptance of my toxic DNA, and my sleep meds had taken their toll and knocked him out. 'Phil, what the fuuuu...' 'Don't worry, I'm nearly done'. He refocused his gaze to the boys ASS, grabbing his hips tightly, and picking up pace with his 'Jacobs Ladder' Dick. He grunted, and shot his second load inside the boy. He lifted him back onto the towel, and put the butt plug back in'. 'Phil, I'm knackered, and want to go to bed'. 'Alright Simon buddy, the lads and I will go now. Thanks for a great evening'. The 3 of them soon left. I got ready for bed, got in, and held the sweet twink in my arms. His skin was very hot and sweaty... ... Part 7 to follow ...

Part 5; The twink got to work cleaning up Phil's Dick that was wet with Blood & Cum. After a few minutes he stopped, his posture curling, he started to shake... 'I'm FREEEEEEEEEZING Daddy' I carried him into the bedroom, put a fleece on him, put him in my bed on a towel (for the sweats) cranked up the heating, and put a small butt plug inside him, so he didn't leak Phil's cum. 'Phil, can you keep an eye on the lad? I am going to the shops, I need a few things, plus, I just gave him my last two Paracetamol, and he'll be needing more whilst he stays with me for a few days'. 'Sure'. You know when you go to the shops for a few items, and end up doing the weekly shop, well, that was me. Hence, I was gone for a good hour and a half. Upon my return there was a second motorbike in my driveway. 'Oh god, what is Phil up to?' I thought to myself. He is a deviant! There was no one in the kitchen. I quickly put away the fridge and freezer items and went to my bedroom to see how the little twink was doing. Not there! Checked the living room.... Nope! Bathroom? Nope! Hmmmmm, the Dungeon in the Garage? YES! Two of Phil's biker mates were here, John & Bill. Both Poz, not full blown, yet not on meds, and very much detectable! Not that it really mattered now in regards to initial infection. John was lying on his back on an old mattress that they had put a vinyl play sheet over, with the twink sat on top, impaled on his Dick. Bill was knelt behind, and ALSO inside the boy, fucking him. Phil was watching the action with a cigarette, and a beer. Good job I had just stocked up on Beer then. 'How long has he been out of bed?' 'They got here about an hour after you left, so, I guess 30 minutes give or take'. I had to hand it to Phil, he knew how to live out there! I joined him for a fag, and a Beer too, whilst watching John & Bill fuck and stretch my sero converting twink. Bill took his Dick out, stood up, lifting the twink up with him. John came over, joining us two for a smoke. Bill got the twink lying on his front. Just as well, I think he was too weak to even kneel at this stage. Bill began fucking again, leaning on his forearms, as the boy just lay there motionless, his inner being gradually accepting my DNA, as his flesh was mauled. After some idle chatter we could see Bill's body begin to tense with 'Oh yeah's' ... His forearms gave way so the boy's body of fever took Bill's whole body weight. He started grunting, thrusting each time his Dick unleashed his cum. I walked over, and knelt by my boys face... 'Are you OK sexy?' 'Yes Daddy. I'm just a dirty pig that has wanted this for a very long time. I just hope to feel better very soon'. 'Don't worry sexy, you'll feel much better in a few days time'. John walked over...

Note: This is a work of fiction. Any relationship to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story. In the Cards I was cruising a website looking for some action when I became engaged in a discussion with another guy about card games and Russian roulette and the possibility of getting pozzed. I have always been interested in being a bottom among other bottoms and having random poz or neg guys breed me and then wait for the results. In my mind it is the ultimate chaser experience. The guy told me that he was getting a group four tops and four bottoms together—neg bottoms and neg and poz tops for a breeding session involving selection by a deck of cards. At least one top in the group would be poz. He needed one more bottom to complete the group. I thought about the possibility of risking being pozzed and the randomness of the draw had me interested. After thinking about it fir a few minutes I responded that I wanted to play. He gave me the address and told me to be there in an hour. Despite my apprehension at becoming poz, the odds were good that I wouldn’t and I cleaned up and drove to the address. It was a very nice house in a nice neighborhood. I was suddenly very excited because I had expected some sleazy place. The host met me at the front door and verified that I was indeed invited to the party. He was as described in his profile. Mid-30’s, white, youngish looking, black hair, neatly groomed. He had on shorts and a tee shirt, I could see the outline of his ample cock behind the material. I wondered if he was a top or bottom. I was then ushered inside to the very nicely appointed entry hall. I noticed six piles of clothing on the floor and was not surprised when I was invited to strip naked and leave everything in a pile on the floor. As I was stripping my host took off his shorts and tee shirt and laid them on a pile. His cock was awesome, even flaccid. He was cut and thick. Since the host had stripped while I was doing the same, I guessed that I was the last to arrive. Once naked I faced my host and he guided me to the party room. Six other guys were there lounging. It was a nice mixture of races and body types. I figured that the guys with the biggest cocks, including one black guy, were tops. No sex was taking place, but some drinks and munchies were being served. The room was large and I also saw that there were four areas prepared for sex, it was going to be a communal fuck session orgy. The host began speaking ,”Gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s roulette breeding party. Four of us are bottoms and four are tops. The idea is that each top will breed at least one bottom tonight. You already know that at all of the bottoms are neg, or at least indicated to me that they are neg, and of the tops at least one is poz. There is a minimum 25 percent chance that the bottoms will be bred by the poz top. The poz top or tops are HVL and med resistant. Whomever the lucky bottom or bottoms are will likely convert as a result of tonight’s party.” I felt a chill go down my spine. It was real! But, I thought that there was only a one in four chance that I would get the poz top. He continued, “Here is how it will go down tonight. Each of the tops has already drawn a card, Ace, King, Queen or Jack. Each of the bottoms will draw a card and the top with the matching card will be their breeder. Once the initial breeding session is over, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the drinks, food and any other sex you desire. It is 10 PM now, at 11 PM, the status of each of the tops will be revealed and they have all agreed that they will likely be ready for sloppy seconds by then, if you desire a fuck knowing what is involved. And the bathroom is now locked—we don’t want any of the bottoms losing their hard earned cum loads.” I was in awe at how the night was going to play out. I was definitely taking a huge chance. But my naked cock was beginning to harden at the prospect of knowing I might be fucked by a poz guy. Did I really want to be pozzed? I liked the looks of the cocks around the room. Big and thick. Any of them would easily tear my bottom up and potentially provide a toxic ending.” “It is time for the bottoms to draw their cards. The order will be the order in which they arrived.,” came the next announcement from our host. I was last and watched the king, jack and queen get drawn. As each card was drawn, the cocks of the tops began to harden around the room. The game was on. The only card left was the Ace of Spades. It was time for the tops and bottoms to match up. As each of the tops went to their bottoms, I realized that my top was our host. He had the matching ace. He came over to me and smiled. “I had hoped that I would get you,” he said. “You are going to enjoy yourself.” He reached out and twisted one of my nipples roughly. I loved it. I love having my nipples abused and as he did that my cock began to swell in anticipation. I took a quick look around the room and saw the other three couples already beginning the process of coupling and breeding. Getting through the initial meeting and preparing the bottom to accept the seed of the bulls in the room. Our host led me to the sofa and pushed me roughly onto it and began to rim me deeply. He was preparing my bottom to receive the seed he was going to put into me. I wondered if he was THE poz top. He offered me poppers and I took a deep hit. He had a beautiful cock and I was anxious to begin sucking it to full hardness. Without warning he stopped rimming my bottom and pulled me close for a deep kiss. I loved the taste of my bottom on his lips. I knew he was getting close. His cock was nearly erect. I moved down to suck him, stopping to bite his nipples, which he enjoyed. He kept saying harder and I bit harder and harder. I took his 7 inch cut cock into my mouth and began bringing it to full hardness. I tasted his sweet pre-cum and wondered again, was he the poz top? After a short while of sucking his shaved cock and balls, he pushed me down onto the sofa onto my back and opened my legs. He bent down and lightly licked my hole and spit into it. He placed the tip of his cockhead at the entrance to my bottom without any lube except the spit he had just put there. I knew this was going to be hard, but I was unprepared for what came next. He rammed his huge cock balls deep in one stroke and I felt my inner ring tear almost immediately. OMG, I thought, the way he thrust into me, he is definitely poz and I am going to be pozzed tonight. He roughly fucked me for a bit until I could feel lubrication surrounding his cock and reducing the friction. It was probably blood and I was able to get my fingers to graze his cock before he swatted them away. I looked at my fingers, while he was pile driving my hole, and confirmed blood. This was for real. I licked the traces of my blood off my fingers and realized that there was no backing out and no place to hide or change my mind. I was probably getting fucked by a HVL poz, med-resistant toxic cock. I was beginning to enjoy the hard pounding as the abuse had numbed my pain and I was beginning to experience the enjoyment of getting fucked. That is what being a bottom is all about. Getting fucked and taking cum. The fucking continued and he got into a rhythm that I could enjoy. He reached down and twisted my nipples roughly. I almost came right then. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I could tell the time was getting close. He bent his head down to kiss me. I loved getting fucked on my back so that the top could kiss me as he unloads deep inside of me. For a moment i was distracted and i heard one of the other couples complete their coupling loudly and compassionately. I also noticed at least one of the couples was watching us as our host for the evening was about to unload his yet unknown-load into my bottom. They were both jacking their cocks and the bottom of the group was fully erect enjoying the show. i snapped back to reality and looked into my host’s eyes. “Are you ready for my load to fill you,” he said. His words brought to bottom from the couple watching us to begin spewing sperm around and he put his cock into my mouth and I sucked him dry. I was about to receive cum in both holes. My breeder’s cock began to expand and I felt the beginnings of his orgasm building as I swallowed the sweet cum being provided to me. With a grunt and a loud exclamation out host announced: “Take my load you faggot. You deserve everything in it.” He drove his massive cock balls deep, past my destroyed inner ring and I felt it pulse at least ten times as he delivered his load deep into my body. He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and hot. He kept his cock deep in me so that none of his precious load could escape. I held him and thoroughly enjoyed the contact after being roughly bred. After a few minutes he withdrew an presented my with his blood and cum covered cock to clean. I enjoyed cleaning off the likely instrument of my pozzing, I was amazed at the amount of blood on his cock. Although I still did not know officially, from the intensity of the fucking, I was pretty sure I was now pregnant with his poz babies. Our host stood up, his now flaccid but still large cock swinging and invited the others to sit. Each of the couple had finished and I could tell that the other bottoms had each had an almost equally enjoyable and rough experience. The tops were all smiling and chatting together, while we bottoms sat together somewhat stunned. Everyone had a drink and was enjoying some munchies while waiting for the news of who got pozzed. Right at Eleven o’clock our host began talking. “So now is the reveal. Who was poz and who was not.” He looked at the four bottoms and spoke directly to us. “You thought this was a classic roulette party where only one of the chambers had a bullet? No, it was a poz the neg faggot party. Only one top was neg. The Jack was the neg top.” He paused for a moment for effect. I was stunned and took a big swallow of my doing. My ass was sore and bleeding. He continues, “I hope you are all happy that the cocks that pozzed your neg asses gave you what you wanted but were too afraid to actually get. As for you, he looked at the bottom who was fucked with only neg cum, “if you want to be pozzed we are all willing to change your status.” I was in shock. It was sinking in, I had been pozzed. Seriously. The odds had been against me getting out of the evening as a neg bottom. I had very mixed emotions, but wait, there was more. Our host continued, “For the three of you who were pozzed, each of us has the Cuban Strain of HIV. It promises to develop quickly into AIDS and is med resistant. Additionally, each of the cards came with some additional bugs. The guy with the queen had herpes and Hep-C. The poz guy with the king has gono. And I have syph.” I was in shock. With one fuck, I had been infected with one of the most virulent forms of HIV and syph, too. The room was quiet for a minute and the guy who was not pozzed spoke up, “Wow. Who wants to poz my neg ass?” All of the poz guys responded that they would love to do the honors. The poz guy with syph had a big cock and came over to me and said, “are you ready for more?” I looked him in the eye and responded, “Sure. I guess I want it all.” He smiled, I took a big swig on my drink to settle my nerves and we walked off to one of the sofas to fuck another poz load into my bottom and add gono to my new and growing bug collection. My transition from DDF neg was complete. What a party this was.

I needed a drink. It had been another crappy week at work plus ever since my boyfriend and I had broken up a month ago I haven't had sex other than being intimate with my right hand, let alone go on a date. So I was really looking forward to meeting some new guys to have fun with. This Friday night was still a bright sunny spring day and had a good crowd of hot men milling outside the Soho gay bar chatting, smoking and generally checking out who is going in and out. Quickly entering and on the hunt, I made my way inside, started looking around for tonight I fancy someone different, someone edgy and dangerous, a guy or guys I want to ‘get down dirty with’ but it was a little overwhelming at first: the banging music and crowded bar made it already a hot and sweaty atmosphere as I squeezed my way through the throng and found a spot at the end of the bar then waited ages before the bartender eventually asked for my order, the wait did however enable me to see where people were and that I was stood next to the steps down to the toilets…! The heat in such a confined space made me gulp down my beer in double quick time then spent about 10 minutes of just looking around at men of all shapes and sizes, some were touching each other a lot and I could just see off in one dark corner two guys kissing one another and openly feeling each other up and then one of them pushed the other down into his crotch! Fuck I was horny and frustrated now making my ass twitch excitedly wanting to be filled rough and hard. I was about to order a second drink when I saw HIM, this huge man, fantastic thick but well-trimmed beard, white shirt straining to contain his rippling muscles and showing a hint of tattoos sprouting from his collar and cuffs. It looked like he was walking right towards me through the crowd of sweaty, drunken, horny guys so I flashed him my brightest smile and he responded with a nod. It was just like in a film, as if it was just him and me in the room, by the time he was standing next to me my lean 6'1" frame looked child-like against him. Not only did he appear to be 40ish but he wore his status with pride; the hair on the side of his head was shaved to show off his what looked to be a fresh Scorpion tattoo and as I looked him up and down I couldn’t help but notice he was definitely sporting a bulging packet in his tight trousers. I couldn’t help but lick my lips wishing they were around his cock this instant. Although I would never consider myself a “Chaser” I couldn’t contain myself. "Do you want to go somewhere for a little fun?" I asked. He didn’t speak, just nodded to the right indicating going downstairs to the Gents toilets. “I need a piss” I announce and headed down the stairs and once inside the stench of stale piss from the open trough made my nostrils flare, the dank wet floor already had cum splats showing fresh activity and the dirty sink just added to the sleaziness of this coupling. I stood waiting and right on cue in came Mr Big. There was no foreplay or kissing just a simple instruction, “On your knees boy and suck.” He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor so his 9 inch or so looking cock was right in my face, I press my nose in the growing crotch then quickly unbuckle his belt, pull the zipper down to release about 9 or 10 inches of hard throbbing muscle. He glanced down, "Get to work boy, I want to try out my new toy." "Suck my cock fag?" he demanded with a sneer looking me straight in the eyes. . "Yes sir. Please let me suck it," I beg feeling the heat off his cock and inhaling the musky scent of this alpha male as his heavy bull balls hang low dangerously full of toxic cum ready to change my status in one rough fuck. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he set his dick on my tongue. It felt so soft against the inside of my mouth. I started to go to town sucking and licking his thick cock. I only took it about half way at first because it was so massive. I kept twisting my mouth all around his dick while I licked the head with my tongue. Once I had warmed up to it he grabbed the back of my head and began to force his dick further and further into my throat. "You're gonna take it all the way you little faggot," he said as he got increasingly more aggressive with every thrust as he pushed his dick further down my throat and each and every time I gagged. When he finally got it all the way down my throat he kept it there for a few seconds. I couldn't breathe and I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. Finally, he let my head go. As he pulled out I coughed up a huge amount of saliva which ran out of my mouth and down my shirt. He did that again several more times, each time holding my head there longer and longer. At one point he had his cock jammed down my throat for what felt like an eternity without letting me breathe. I panicked thinking I was going to pass out. After the last time he pulled out there I was kneeling on the wet floor gasping for air snot, spit and saliva running down my face. "Get up bitch," he ordered, "Get in the cubicle, I don’t like an audience." And as I stand I begin to undo my belt, but obviously not fast enough for him as he rips at my trousers with fly buttons pinging in all directions. “Now get in there.” "Yes sir. I want you to teach me who's boss." "That's right faggot. You'll never forget me." He started rubbing my ass cheeks and slaps my head down into the cistern. I see stars and instantly feel a metallic taste in my mouth. "Don't move boy. You need to learn to take it and my dick is getting a little impatient to sample the goods, you ready to get fucked faggot?" he asked. "Yes sir, please fuck me raw," I was getting so turned on knowing I was finally going to be fucked. He pushed the head of his cock into my waiting hole and I could feel it stretching to allow it inside. "Oh shit," I yelled, "It hurts so fucking much." "Shut the fuck up and take it boy." I had never had something this big up my ass without spit or lube and being fully opened up first and yet I could feel my hole stretching to its limit to accommodate this intruder. "Stop please I can't take it," I begged, knowing how futile that request was going to be and that he would just push in further. Sure enough, he ignored my begging. He bucked his hips, pushed in another inch before pulling almost all the way out just leaving the head inside my pulsing hole but it was only empty for a second because he slammed his cock right back into my hole. This time the pain intensified as he slid his cock all the way up my hole and I could feel his balls slap against my ass. "Oh my god, you're so fucking big," I said trying to ignore the fire I felt in my hole. "You like having a hard cock shoved up your ass little slut?" he asked. "Yes sir, it feels so fucking good,” I lied, “I want you to destroy my hole." "Well since you insist," he replied and started to frantically fuck my hole. Over and over he forced his throbbing dick into my now not so tight hole and it was either his pre-cum or my ripped-up chute bleeding that lubricated the assault and the pain eased into pleasure. When he pulled all the way out my hole stayed open even with the absence of his cock until he slammed in hard until his bull balls slapped against my ass. "Yeah, fuck me harder sir. I don't want to be able to walk straight afterwards." The dirty talk was turning us both on so much. "What do you want boy?" "I want you to cum Sir" I replied. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to breed my ass Sir." “No, I saw you staring at my tattoo, so go on, say it slut!” “Breed my hole with your charged cum, Poz me, knock up my slut hole, I want it, no, I need it NOW!” As soon as I said that he started fucking me even harder. My swinging back and forth shins hitting the porcelain bowl, my face pushed in to the cistern just added to the force of his thrusts as I had nowhere to go. I felt like his cock was stabbing direct in to my stomach. He grabbed my straining hard dick in his hand and began jacking it frantically. It didn't take seconds for the pressure in my balls to release. "I'm cumming!" I moaned as I shot a huge load all over the toilet seat and wiped it up with my fingers then licking them clean. As my sphincter clamped down on his shaft with each spurt of cum from my cock he asked "You ready for my load faggot?" "Yes Sir, shoot it up my ass. I'm ready for it." "Ahhh! Fuck. Yeah. Here. It. Cumms" he announced leaving gaps in the statement as he punched in on the inward strokes, then moaned as I felt his dick twitch and release its load into my hole, spurt after delicious spurt, four or five distinct pulses and then he started fucking hard all over again. "Fuck yeah, pushing it in deep" he said as he let his cock empty the last drops of poison into me. That was by far the best fucking I had ever had. "Don't let any of my cum fall out of your ass boy. I want you to leave it in for a good while," he said as he pulled out of my gaping hole only to use the blunt head of his cock to push back in any escaping cum. “Now clean me up like a good faggot should.” I lick and slurp any cum and ass juices off his still rock-hard dick and then pay particular attention to his piss slit to feast on any dribbles of Poz cum coming out. He popped his cock back in his pants, zipped up and was out of the door and as I gathered my clothing, ripped and piss-soaked trousers I realised I had more than these as a souvenir of this fucking. As I was getting dressed I felt so much pain from both the rough fucking and clenching of my ass cheeks to keep his load in my battered ass it was then that I noticed something in my pocket. He had slipped a piece of paper in my pocket with his number on it in case I wanted to meet up again for a repeat. I had to call a cab to take me home because there was no way I would have been able to walk and saved his number in to my mobile. When I got back to my flat I took off my trousers and pants and noticed a mixture of blood and cum was leaking out of my hole. I immediately got hard again and spent most of the night jacking off to the memory of what had just happened before I fell asleep hoping to feel that big dick battering my hole again real soon.

Part 19; Tom carried on stroking my boy, the sides of his torso, his back, rubbing his pert round Bubble ASS cheeks. He fell to his knees and started stroking his legs, up and down. My pup looked over at me, and I gave him the thumbs up. He pushed. A small amount of what I am sure was cum began to dangle from his cunt between his upper thighs. It just swung to and fro. Tom got back up and continued stroking my pups healthy tort upper body and that sweet Bubble ASS. I could tell Tom was starting to get aroused as his limp pierced Dick started to become erect. He began licking my boys spine and pushing his Bubble ASS outwardly. He firmly grabbed his hips and pulled forcefully, forcing my boy to take a few steps back. He repeated this again, leaving my pups paws to slide down the wall, and his torso to me more at of a right angle. I was going to put my pup in the sling for Tom having spent a while perving at him groping my boy, but he had suddenly flipped the game over. He kept on pushing pups Bubble ASS outwardly, then I could see he was penetrating him. He grabbed onto his hips, and started fucking, and looked over at me, continuing to fuck! Keeping his gaze fixed on me he removed his executioners hood. He knew he looked very sick, and he got off on showing me his drawn sunken face, alongside his skinny pale body pounding my sexy healthy young pup. The power that Death has over Life! I got up... 'On all 4's my sweet pup'. Tom and pup knelt down together quite successfully without Tom losing his penetrative grip. I looked at Tom and smiled... 'Fuck him mate. FUCK him! And give him everything you have got'. As said earlier, this sweet 23 year old and I had this instant bond, thus, instantly very close. As Tom pounded him we looked into each others eyes. No one had ever looked at me like that before. A real intimacy. His expression was so soft, warm and tender. And I am sure I was mirroring back exactly the same. We kissed tenderly as Tom carried on pounding my pups sweet cunt. 'Hey Keith'. 'Wha' 'I'm about to cum inside your boy'. He gritted his teeth, scrunched up his face, and grunted as he spewed his toxic jizz up my pups defenseless cunt. I held onto his face, continuing to gently kiss him. 'Daddy, can we go to your bed. I'm tired'. 'Ok son'. ... Part 20 to follow ...

Part 18; I walked my proud puppy up the stairs, his lil tail wagging, with Rob, Tom and a small crowd following behind. We entered the playroom, and Matt jumped onto the rubbered Mattress like a sweet little puppy having just discovered a new toy. In typical owner fashion I was jolted forward. I maneuvered him so he was central on the mattress, and facing my armchair. 'Steady. SIT! On all 4's for Daddy. Now, there are some Men who want to play with you, and Daddy is going to sit in that chair over there, and watch. Don't worry, I'll always here to keep you safe. Be a good boy. STAY. STAY'. I actually when younger had trained dogs, so, this was kinda natural to me. I took out his Beagle Puppy Tail, sat in the armchair, placed the tail on my lap, lit up a cigar, and relaxed. No surprises who was first to get behind my sweet pup. Syphilis Rob! In he went, grabbing onto his hips, fucking him with a fast steady rhythm, looking at me, pursing and contorting his lips in a display of lust. He fucked for several minutes eventually cumming. Four more guys that I didn't know entered my boy in quick succession, each only fucking him for about 5 minutes a piece, but each respectfully dumping their loads. Gonnorhoea Malcolm was bloke number six to slide in. 'Hey, Malcolm, did you cum inside that muscular guy you were fucking downstairs?' 'Nah mate, I was saving my load for this little sexy fucker here. I just took a big leak in the bath on the other twink we were fucking earlier'. Oh yeah, Birthday boy that had received more Special GIFTS than he could care to imagine. I must see how he is in a bit. Malcolm was spanking my Spanish pups round pert bubble ass as he pumped his infectious Dick at an increasingly fast rate. He suddenly grabbed onto his hips firmly, and blasted his toxic seed deep inside my boys guts. Two more random unknown guys in quick succession spewed their jizz inside my boy. It was a warm feeling to know that I had set my boy free into the wild, to where he belongs, his cunt being bred multiple times over. During these 8 guys fucking and unloading inside him, he kept plenty of eye contact with me, smiling with warmth and content. Guy No.9 knelt behind him, Hep C Tom! 'Hang on hang on'. I stood up. 'Sweet pup, stand up and place your puppy paws against the wall, and arch your ASS out. And I want you to keep looking at me, and if I give you a thumbs up, I want you to push your Pussy out, like if you are having a shit' .... He smiled, and stood as I had commanded, saying... 'Yes Daddy, anything that makes you happy'. 'And Tom, I want you to rub him all over, slowly, and keep doing it til I say, OK'. 'Alright'. I sat back on the armchair and watched Tom as he took his pale bony hands with long unkempt fingernails and ran them down the sides of my pups torso. His head remained motionless by my boys neck, as his breath would have naturally hit the young smooth olive skin. His glowing skin and healthy fit physique was a stark and VERY Sexy contrast to the gaunt pale deathly figure behind him... ... Part 19 to follow ...

It's nice that Mr.Jackson is giving my brother and I a job skill of making Meth as his product Blue Tea is very high grade and pure. Mr.Jackson read about Frank Lucas product Blue Majic and what he did for heroin and how his sales took off and took over the market. We work about 6-8 hours a day and Mr.Jackson sells only to dealers who will not cut his product Blue Tea as every bag we make is stamped Blue Tea on it. We found out about what all the cameras are for in the room my brother and I fuck in, as its another part of Mr.Jacksom other business of live shows of boys fucking and doing other things that we learned later about. We are kept in chastity all the time unless we are fucking and we both have tattoos on our bodies. Right over our dicks in big blocks letters is POZ and the same above the crack of our ass with a Bio Hazard tattoo around our right nipple, then we were given a Prince Albert piercing for the head of our dicks as it helps tear up holes for POZZING. Mr.Jackson gives us the truck as he trust us now plus here we get all the Tina we could ever want, we are living together as we both are so happy to have Mr.Jackson take such good care of us. The delivery is to a bathhouse and we drop off the supplies and we get a call from Mr.Jackson for us to stay there and have some fun as he put the key to our chastity device in the glove compartment. The owner of the bathhouse says you boys get in free as I'm texting out now we have 2 hot boys here who are POZ with raging hard dicks, he is surely right about hard and with lots of toxic cum in us that has to be put to good use. It does not take long before the chasers come in and we are overwhelmed by the demand so we each pick out one and start. I pick the guy with the swimmer body about 5ft. 9 145LBS. and the bubble ass that's maybe in his late 20s. He is all over me and is begging for me to POZ him as he hands me a toothbrush and I'm a little lost why you need a toothbrush for this till he explains it to me and says is this my first doing this, I tell him it is. Now I know what it is for I go to work put some (Majic Tea Lube another product from Mr.Jacksom) I know from his reaction his hole is burning and he is enjoying it as the more I work the brush for a while and it goes from a very lite pink to a dark red so I know he is ready and so am I. My dick slips right in even with the P.A. on as this guy has a Man Cunt as I ask him one last time does he want my toxic load into him and he shouts YES and put it in as deep as you can, it does not take me long before I feel my dick pumping out a massive toxic load as the pressure is forcing my cum to leak out. When I pull out you hear PLOP as I see a gaped Man Cunt flooded with my cum as he hands me a butt plug for me to put in. He then turns and cleans my dick as we lay there while his body soaks up my toxic cum, I dump 3 more loads into him before I left. My brother did the same to the guy he fucked and we both left very happy and before we left the bathhouse owner said to us there is a package in the back of the truck for Mr.Jackson when we get to the truck we open the back and see a boy all tied up with a gage in his mouth. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Thank you to thous of you who make comments.

Thanks guys for the comments and likes. Here's the follow up. Of course, I started calling him. I'd call during the day at first, no reply so called early mornings or evenings instead only for a repeat blanking Then by Friday, I was calling him very late at night. He never wanted to talk... until I guess he'd got pissed off with me pestering, answered called me a faggot and hang up angrily...that only made me want him more and made my dick hard and leaking, so much so that I had to jerk off just to make it go down! Saturday night, bingo! 2am it was, he answered. He knew it was me. He didn't say “hi”, he just said, "Come over” and gave an address across the city. I was excited by the idea of having him and his dick dominating me as I replayed last times toilet fuck in my head. I quickly clean up and cleaned out pulled on an old T Shirt, Trackies and flip flops, then hailed a cab to take me to him and my fate. "You may enter, slave", he said when I pressed the buzzer to his flat, “It’s the Penthouse, so no one can hear your screams when I Poz rape you. Again and again, until your ass is so sore and so filled with spunk it turns into a pussy." He was waiting at the door, radiant and domineering in leather harness, chaps and biking boots, his balls full and thrust forwards due to a metal cockring, his dick angry looking, red and exceeding hard with a barbed 0 gauge PA shiny with pre-cum drooling from his piss slit. He pulled me close, let his hands go around my body so they could squeeze my ass and whispered in my ear, “Slave get ready for fun and games!” I got butterflies in my stomach thinking about it as he moved away and told me to close my eyes. I took a few deep breaths to calm down. I screamed in surprise when in a split second I was twisted, pushed down on the floor, landed on my back with him on top of me. I tried to hit and kick him, but I wasn't really fighting for my life, just putting up a show. He slapped me across the face and wrestled me over on my stomach. I tried to get away, but he held me in place with a hand between my shoulder blades while sitting on my butt. He was twice as heavy as me so I really couldn't go anywhere when he was sitting on me. I felt him rip my t-shirt off and then holding the knife to my neck. I was told not to move as he quickly cut the seam of my trackies and then with his strong hands split my legs further apart as I felt him caressing me roughly while he told me again to be still if I wanted to live. Two fingers were pushed inside me hole hard. There was no lube on them so I screamed fearing he was going to fuck me dry raw. He ignored me and made my tight hole open up using his two fingers. I felt something being cold rubbed into my ass. Lube of some sort, in my dilemma my senses were heightened, cum by the smell of it and lot's of it. He got his fingers out and laid on top of me, positioning his fat PA’d dickhead at my quivering hole. His right hand guided his dick and his left covered my mouth. I was breathing heavily through my nose while I waited for that first thrust to come. He let me wait. Then I felt the sharp pain as his dickhead breached the barrier of my ring as the barbed PA tore through the flesh. He started pumping right then and there with just the head in, slowly getting more inside me with hard thrusts. I half muffled screamed, half moaned through his fingers, it hurt bad and I had tears in my eyes. He sat up halfway to get better leverage and really pounded into me. As he did so I was able to catch my breath and calm down slightly, relaxing my hole so he could get more of it in me. His response, “It’s only half way in.” and as if to prove that point he pushed the rest inside, balls deep. Once there, he lifted my hips from the ground and wiggled to really get every millimetre inside my ass causing as much damage as possible. With his monster dick still buried deep in my chute he turned me round, lifted me to a doggy-style on my hands and knees and grabbed the back of my hair as he experimentally pumped in and out a few times before he started slamming into me getting thoroughly fucked. That's when my blood froze, because I saw another man standing only a few feet away. Watching, wanking with a big shit eating grin across his face, “Ah ha Davey, our play thing for the night I presume?” The pace changed, the thrusts got deeper and harder and more regular. I love an audience so let out a moan, “Ummmm yeah. Deeper the better. Harder faster Davey. Break my hole, POZ MY HOLE I scream. “Noisy demanding fucker aint he?” I started moving my hips to make him go deeper. I felt a few hard slaps on my ass and I felt his dick swell inside me, making me wonder if that monster could really get any bigger. He slammed his dick as deep in as it could possibly go and came, jettisoning its poisoned cargo of HIV. It was like hot lava was being spewed burning into my bowels. He pulled me back so I was sitting on his dick. It didn't go limp. “You call me SIR not Davey.” He jabbed his steel like dick in my well worked chute three more times and then asked, “You got that?” “Yes Sir!” was my immediate response. The man with the wicked smile on his face caressed my inner thighs and played with my nipples. I was really close to coming, but not quite on the point of no return, I just needed more. Sir pulled out and pushed me on my back. Before I could get up the other guy was on top of me rubbing his dickhead on my freshly fucked cunt lips. His cock wasn't as long as Sirs, but it was still big. He held my legs up and positioned his hard dick at my hole, I push open and swallow his cock all the way in until his shaved balls were resting on my up turned ass. He positioned himself on top of me and started furiously fucking. His long dicking without a PA didn't hurt as much so I was moaning out in no time. My own dick was aching to come from the pounding on my prostate as a puddle of pre-cum pooled over my T Shirt. I wanted top egg him on but realised that would only antagonise both of them so simply began writhing under him, but he came in me before I could come, his cock pulsed 6 distinct explosions in my guts before he pulled out with a long strand of pink cum still joining us. "Not enough?" my Sir asked me as I lay alone on the floor. I shook my head. "Maybe you need more dick inside you then?" “Yes please Sir…whatever you think best.” “More POZ dick it is then Slave.” He pushed his dick up my abused hole and fucked me slow and despite the pain from the evil PA ripping my delicate skin I moaned and moved my hips to meet his thrusting. “Fuck it.” I panted and quietly thought to myself, “Poz me up, convert me into your Poz slave for you and your friends to use and abuse any time you want. I need this.” He deftly removed my T Shirt and with his left hand played with my nipple, “Don’t make a sound” As his mouth started sucking then biting on my right nipple, hard. I bit my lip suppressing the need to scream out loud and a small trickle of blood escaped the corner of my mouth. “Clean your mess off my dick Slave.” The other man said as I opened wide to allow his still rock-hard flesh in, he rubbed over my wound and into the wetness of my mouth as I slurped all the Poz cum and ass juices from his penis. All the time this was going on Sir was slowly fucking me. Too slowly I was moaning like a bitch in heat and I was desperate to make him fuck me harder so I could come. He stopped sucking on my nipple. It felt sore and throbbed when his mouth left. "Slave, I'm going to pull out, get on your hands and knees." Hoping he would take me hard I did as soon as his dick slithered out of my hole. He got underneath me, pulled me down on him as my gaping hole engulfed his hardness sliding all the way inside my sore ass, but now I was confused…it couldn't be Sir’s cock. The angle was wrong but as I understood this Sir’s mushroom head started pushing at my already filled hole. Shit! They weren't really gonna do that, were they? Oh yes that is exactly what was happening. “No, no, you’ll split me in two.” I pleaded for them to not do it, but they just laughed. “Our little Poz Slave has to learn, Sir knows best and not to question.” To make the point I had a series of slaps on my ass, my cheek felt red hot from the burn and the pain when both their dicks were inside me made m,y eyes roll back and I briefly passed out for a second only coming to as I felt them starting to thrust. "Slave is such a slut. Fucked by two large cocks at the same time... I bet he likes it too", the strange man said. "Yeah, look his little cock is harder than ever", Sir announced with a chuckle. He was squeezing my ass and holding cheeks apart at the same time as they alternated their strokes. “yep we got ourselves a bleeder here. Nice ripped up hole leaking blood and Poz cum.” Sir told me. Each time one would thrust into me the other pulled back. I moaned. I hurt, but it felt good too. "Listen to the slut, probably has the time of his life getting his ass split in two." I blushed, because I couldn't stop moaning and my dick was being rubbed between my stomach and Sirs making me start to moan louder and louder with each thrust of their dicks and when I my climax hit I clenched my ass muscles tight, which hurt like Hell, as I pumped out a gallon of perhaps my last negative cum. With each spurt from my dick my Sphincter clamped tight around both men’s dicks. They moaned and came in me all at the same time. When they pulled out and left me alone on the floor I felt hot liquid, blood or sperm trickle out of my sore hole. I tried to get up but it hurt so much I just lay there. “Get out Slave, we’re done with you…for today, Oh and don’t contact me, wait for my call. And another thing, don’t cum until I say” The next time I heard from Sir was two and a half weeks later. My phone rang, “How are you Slave?” “Sick, I need to rest, I feel like shit.” “Good we’ll be right over.” I wasn’t about to complain, I hadn’t come since being DP’d and my hole was ready to be really sore once more.

Part 17; Rob and I went downstairs, and got to the downstairs bathroom door, wide open. No Jim controlling the situation, no Jim saying who could and could not fuck his boy, well, my boy now! ? I could never have guessed the scene that now lay before myself & Rob... Jim had been stripped of all his Leather Gear and was naked as the day he was born, and his big beefy hairy ASS was being pumped. By none other than skinhead Malcolm, who must have caught wind that the party was still going, and had returned for more FUN! And why not. Jim seemed to be in a K-hole. Tom was knelt before my new boy Matt, having his multi pathogenic Dick sucked, whilst some stranger was fucking my sexy Seville boy. The stranger was soon grunting, unloading his cum. I don't know if it was toxic or not, but, it was another load nonetheless. 'Tom, shift yourself' ... 'And my sweet sexy boy, sit upright please'. I put on the 'Fist Mitts' that the twink upstairs had been wearing onto Matt. Then put him in a snug fitting red jockstrap. Then I removed his current collar and leash from his previous owner, and attached a brand new collar and leash. Before finally inserting a Beagle Puppy Tail. As a final touch I put Jim's Leather Military cap on my head, took hold of my new boys leash, and led him into the living room. The loud chatter soon descended into a hush, all eyes focused on my new prize! I walked him around on all 4's. 'This is my new Bitch, Matt, and we will soon be going upstairs to the playroom. Anyone who cares to join us for some HOT playtime is more than welcome. We share and share alike in this House'. I clocked Seth giving me a knowing satisfied look, that he had had his wicked way with this lil cutie. I walked him out of the living room, and onto the stairs, commencing our ascent to my boys new life of Freedom! I looked at him and said... 'Who is your Daddy now, boy?' His eyes lit up, and he gave a very warm loving smile, answering... 'You are Daddy. And I am now finally truly Happy'...

2. Bombs Away My nose burned. The chemical smell of it, and the unnatural sensation gave me the same reaction as Jesse; I shot back up to standing position and yelled out a swear word or two. Jesse’s dick pressed into my ass, and his hand came round my waist to grab mine, pumping it gently. The pain passed quickly, and I relaxed into him, letting him kiss my neck and grind into me. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, just felt weird. How long does it take to start feeling it?” “Dunno.” He answered, then with a hand on my shoulder, he turned me around to face him. “I’m sure we’ll find out.” Dropping to his knees, he swallowed my cock down to the hilt again, and pulled my hands to his head, his sign that he wanted me to take control. I was more than happy to. I curled my fingers tightly in his hair and used it as a handle to move his mouth up and down my dick. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a little part of me was freaking out. What were we doing? Literally, what drug did I just do? This wasn’t right. But feeling Jesse’s warm, wet mouth around my cock, feeling the tip push in and out of his throat, and the hand that had just found my balls again, forced me to push those thoughts away. Jesse squeezed my balls with one hand, and jacked himself off with the other. I pulled his head right down onto my dick and held him there as I bucked my hips, fucking his throat as deeply as I could reach. He moaned, sending vibrations down my shaft and into my body, which in turn made me moan as well. I could have easily shot my load straight down his throat then and there, but he must have sensed it, because he started pushing back against my hands. I let go, and my cock slid from his throat, then his mouth entirely. The cold air on my spit-soaked dick sent a shiver down my spine. He stood up again. “Feel anything yet?” I wasn’t sure, though. I could feel my heart pounding away, but whether that was from drugs, fear, or excitement, I couldn’t tell. “Let’s have a bit more.” I moved back behind him and slipped my dick between his cheeks again, covering his hole in his own spit as he started preparing two more lines. I placed my hands on his hips, but felt something weird. His body felt amazing under my hands, and the heat he was giving off felt so inviting. I pushed my hands forward, running my hands up his stomach to his chest as I pulled him into a hug. He laughed and pushed his ass out against me. “Feels good, right?” I nodded and kissed down his neck. Jesse finished setting up the lines - which I noticed were a fair bit longer than the last ones - but he was still playing with a separate pile of the powder. I asked him what he was doing, but he just turned his head and winked at me, pushing his ass against my cock. He made two small piles, but didn’t shape them into lines. Instead, he took a rizla from the packet, and split it in half down the middle, making two small squares. With some difficulty, he managed to scoop each pile of powder into one of the squares, then carefully brought the corners of each square together in a pinch, twisting them round and making a little package of the drug. “Get a beer or something.” He told me. I didn’t want to let go of his body. It felt so comfortable and right to be holding him like that. There was something about the heat his body gave off that dragged me in, and I desperately wanted to get my cock back inside him. But he nudged me off and I did as he said. As I took a beer from the fridge, I heard him snort his line. “Woah!” He yelled. “Fuck yeah!” I laughed and brought the beer to him, trading it for the straw. He cracked it open as I bent down to take my line. It stung, but not as badly as last time, and I felt a rush go through me. Jesse picked up one of the little balls he’d made. “Do you know what this is?” I shook my head. “They’re called bombs. You swallow them and they open up in your stomach. Apparently it gives you a really good high.” With that, he popped it in his mouth and took a huge swig of the beer, drinking several large gulps. “Can you really take cocaine that way?” I asked. He laughed. “Maybe. I dunno. This isn’t cocaine though, it’s drone.” I raised an eyebrow at it. “Methedrone. It’s better. Amazing to get fucked up on, then get fucked on. That’s what the guy who sold it to me said.” As he said ‘fucked’, he grabbed my dick. “Just swallow it like a pill.” He handed me the can and kept pumping my dick. I picked up the little package, and looked at it for a moment. It looked like those party popper toys I used to get as a kid. Throw it at the ground and it made a bang like a gun. Probably banned these days. I placed it in my mouth and swallowed it down with beer. Between the two of us, we’d nearly emptied the can in one go. I put the can on the desk, away from the mirror, and Jesse wrapped his arms over my shoulders and around my neck, pulling me in. Our bodies smacked together, our dicks squashed in between our stomachs, rock hard and rubbing against each other as we kissed deeply. I took his ass in my hands and squeezed tightly as our tongues danced around each other. Kissing Jesse like this was almost the most exhilarating thing we’d done so far, in a way. He never normally got this involved - one of the weirdest things about Jesse and Reese’s fucked up relationship was their opinions on kissing other people. The kiss ended and he grinned at me. “I’m really glad you’re doing this with me.” I smiled, and nodded my agreement. ~~~ If the bomb ever hit me, I didn’t notice it. All I noticed was the most incredible feelings I’d ever felt. Oral had never felt so good, Jesse had never tasted so good, and my cock had never been so hard. We were getting hot, and sweat was pouring off us, which only made the whole thing feel much better. We sucked and licked and tweaked and pumped each other crazy. Jesse took out his phone and started taking pictures of us. We did a few more lines, and at one point, Jesse went to get his laptop, wiring it up to the TV and playing porn for us to watch, from a weird website I’d never heard of before, called ‘MachoMoe’. The site was weird - covered in weird ‘demonic’ images and shit. But the porn was so hot - a bunch of guys in a hotel, all naked and sweaty and muscley, all with massive cocks, all tearing into the ass and mouth of the sexiest little twink I’d ever seen. The abuse he could take was incredible. Spitroasting, double penetration, cock after cock after cock ploughing into him. He moaned and yelled in pain but they never stopped. And not a condom in sight, I couldn’t help but notice. It was only made hotter by the fact that the twink looked a lot like Jesse, though Jesse had more muscle. “I wish we had what they were on.” Jesse said. He’d stopped sucking my dick and was pumping it slowly - maybe he thought I was close to cumming. Despite how incredible everything was, I actually didn’t feel all that close. I just wanted to fuck about without end. “It isn’t drone?” I asked. I hadn’t actually considered the possibility that they were on anything, but now that he said it, I could easily imagine that that’s what we were watching. “Nah. It’ll be something much better. Gina. Tina. Something like that.” I laughed at the names. “Gina and Tina? Sounds like talk show hosts.” He laughed at that. “They’re supposed to be incredible. The ultimate fuck drugs. Drone is fun, but G and T will tear your inhibitions apart.” I could tell he was getting excited as he talked. Though I noticed that he wasn’t actually hard anymore. He let go of my dick and began crawling up me, kissing my stomach and chest, biting at my nipples, then kissing me on the lips as he spoke. “Just pure, raw, fucking, the way it was supposed to be done.” He sat down right above my cock, grinding his hole up against it. My heart was suddenly pounding a thousand times a minute, and there was nothing I could think of other than burying my cock in Jesse’s hole. “You going to fuck me the way you’re supposed to?” He asked me. His hand went to my dick, guiding the tip of it to his hole. I bucked and grinded my hips, covering his hole in his spit and my precum. I could feel it opening up as he slowly pushed himself against it. “Pure. Raw. Fucking?” With each word he pressed his hole right onto the tip of my dick, so that I could feel how badly he needed it filling. I’m sure I should have heard some sort of alarm. I never fucked Jesse raw. Reese never fucked me raw. Them ‘forgetting’ condoms was one of the biggest issues of their relationship, and doing it raw with me was too on the nose. But any alarm going off in my mind was drowned out by the pounding heartbeat in my ears, the moaning coming from the TV, and Jesse’s words. “Yes.” I breathed. “Fuck yes.” Jesse sat on my dick. The tip of my dick punched straight into him and, with practically no lube, just body fluids, he took more than half of my cock in one movement. It must of hurt, and he half yelled, half moaned. It took me by such surprise that I let out a similar noise. “Holy fuck!” Jesse shouted, leaning forwards and taking me in a deep kiss as he continued pushing down on my dick. “I fucking love your cock.” I fucking loved his hole as well. Warm, tight, and sliding down onto my dick so fast I wondered how he could possibly stand it. I held onto his hips as he rocked and grinded them, working his way right down to the hilt. He moaned so loud I figured the whole building would hear him, then he started slowly riding me. I was in absolute heaven, and I never wanted it to stop. Our bodies moved as one as I took him in my arms, holding him tight against me and shoving my tongue in his mouth almost as hard as my cock in his ass. I don’t know if we were only like that for a minute or for hours. If Reese had walked into the apartment at that moment and told us it was Sunday evening, I wouldn’t have doubted him at all. But then something strange happened. Something felt different, and we both noticed it. He kept grinding for a few more minutes, but finally he gave up. He sighed, and got off me. My dick flopped down to my stomach, now only semi-hard. “What the fuck?” I said, taking it in hand and trying to fix it. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what-” Jesse laughed and put a finger on my lips. “It’s cool, man. I thought this might happen.” I asked what he meant. “It’s called ‘Drone dick’. My dealer told me about it. Drone can make it really hard for some people to keep it up. It happened to me a while ago.” He indicated his very soft dick. “What?! Well what’s the point of that?! So we’re finished then?” To that he laughed even harder. “Not even close. We’ll just have to improvise.” He got off the sofa and went towards his room. I still kept playing with my dick, watching the porn, but nothing happened. If anything, I seemed to get smaller. A few minutes later, Jesse came back. “These ought to do.” In his arms were several dildos in different shapes and sizes, and a huge bottle of lube. Apparently we weren’t out of lube after all. “And y’know, my dealer did say that if this happened to both of us, we should give him a call. He’ll come round and sort us out. You okay with that?” I looked from Jesse, to my dick, to the mirror of drugs, then the incredible scene on the TV - the hot little twink was currently taking two huge dicks in the ass, and a third in the mouth - then back to Jesse. I barely even thought before I said yes. Scenes from the porn: https://imgur.com/a/tAPPS

Part 3; I held onto the sling chains, rattling as I quickly thrusted. I can usually fuck for a long while, and if close to cumming I can navigate my way to frequently holding out. I felt myself getting close, yet on this rare occasion I didn't desire to keep on going, so, I just let it happen, and with that I started to grunt as my weapon unleashed it's toxic material. I went and fetched the twinks pants, and got him some of my old lounge trackies, an old T-shirt and some thick socks. I dressed him, and took him into the main house. 'Right, let's sort you out sexy'. I took his temperature, ... 38.7c. I made him some plain toast with butter, and a Lemon/Honey drink with a few Paracetamol, just to take the edge off his Fever for at least a few hours. We were sat at the kitchen table, kicking back for a bit when his face started to have a strained look... 'Are you OK?' 'I just had an urge to fart Daddy, and now my pants feel wet' 'OK, get up and bend over the table, let me take a look' I pulled down my trackies he was wearing, and his pants. Sure enough, a big blob of my sperm was sitting in his underwear. 'Don't worry son, you've naughtily dropped some of Daddy's cum'. Bit by bit I scooped it up and fingered it back inside him. Hmmmm, I needed a way to make sure it didn't drop back out again. I went to the Garage and got the lube and 2 dildos, a small and a medium, and slowly pushed my cum deep into his cunt walls, whilst opening him up for more play. It was just gone 9.30pm when the door knocked. I'd seen the clock on the way to the Garage earlier, and remembered it was 9pm, so, I had be playing with his ASS since 'spunk drop' for around 30 Minutes or so. I suddenly realised who it was. It was Phil. Phil is a mate of mine, much like me, full blown and high viral load, and we occasionally play together. We're both Tops, but we seem to like recharging one another. I let him in. 'Phil, remember the neg twink I was telling you about, who I slammed the other day?' 'Yeah' 'He's here now, sero-converting, and bent over my kitchen table as I had to push back in my sperm which fell out' 'Let me see' ..... *He marched in* Fucking 'ell, HOT' Phil was a biker, and still in his full gear he pulled his Leather trousers and pants just below his hips, revealing his Dick that was already fully erect, showing off the piercings he had running down the entire length of underneath his shaft (Jacobs Ladder), and slammed in, no lube! The twink let out a high pitched 'OUCH' ...

Part 2; There stood the twink and the taxi driver. 'Are you his Dad?' 'Yeah'. 'He doesn't seem well mate. I'd get him to a Hospital'. 'Don't worry, it's just a Fever. Here is the fare, and something extra for your trouble'. 'Cheers mate'. I closed the door. The twink hobbled in like an old Man. 'I feel TERRIBLE Daddy' 'You don't look too great. C'mon, let's get you in the shower son'. I got the shower running on a decent heat, stripped, then stripped the twink as he was feeling so weak and feeble. Not only was he feeling weak, aching all over, and having night sweats, but before my eyes was also a blotchy rash on his chest. I couldn't help but smile. I had already washed that day, so attention was on cleaning him up, inclusive of a thorough douching. I dried us both, and I locked his little flaccid dick in a stainless steel chastity device. I put on a Leather executioners hood, and my German army boots, and carried him downstairs, and into the Garage which has been partly converted into a Dungeon, and lay him in the sling. I lubed my Dick with spit and slid in the entire length of my shaft. 'Ouch. That hurts Daddy ... Why am I feeling so awful?' 'Don't worry son, your symptoms are your body's way of saying it is accepting Daddy's HIV Virus. You'll feel better soon'. He smiled, albeit feebly. I fucked him for while pretty gently, seeing his sweet face running with beads of sweat. Even though I had just showered him he was drenched with sweat. I glanced the sight of the rash on his chest, and all I could think of was my virus inside him replicating at a high rate. This really turned me on so I started to fuck properly like I would normally... FAST strong thrusts, which caused him to whimper... **** To all those pups and pigs, squeal and woof as loud as you can for Part 3 ... And be good little animals and 'like' each part to show your appreciation ??

Part 2 Frozen to the spot with my ass on fire and hurting I couldn't think straight, part of me had enjoyed being held down and fucked, the flip side saw it as a violation and an unprovoked act. Gary stood there and licked his lips "As good as I suspected it would be." he said, turning he sauntered out of the kitchen. I went up to my room and locked the door behind me and sat on the bed. My cock was still hard as the thoughts played over in my mind, his body laying on top of me and the feeling of his orgasm as he pumped his load deep in me caused my cock to spasm and release my load inside my jogging bottoms. I stretched out back on bed heaving as the wetness from my load soaked through my joggers and trickled down between my balls as I drifted off to sleep. Woken at 11pm by Andy coming home I got up off the bed and stripped naked and climbed under the duvet and went back to sleep, it was a very rough night of sleep. Between the thoughts of Gary and my sore ass I tossed and turned, made several trips to the bathroom as Gary's seed was seeping out. As I wiped my ass I noticed some pinkish streaks but thought nothing more of it, eventually I drifted off to sleep only to be woken again by my alarm at 6am. Fortunately I usually left work before either of them surfaced, stepping on the metro to the office I was conscious that somehow I looked different to the eyes of the world this morning as I took my seat in the regular spot. As I did so two guys took the seat opposite me and nodded as a good morning to me. I put my earphones in and drifted off in to my world listening to my music. I kept noticing that one of the guys opposite me was looking constantly at me, his eyes darting to the window if I looked over. He looked to be in his early 30's and I could tell by his tight shirt he packed quite a bit of muscle in his arms, I could also make out the outline of a tribal tattoo running down his left shoulder and arm. Inwardly smiling to myself thinking he was pretty dam hot. 20 minutes had passed quickly and I was sat at my office desk, still feeling a little discomfort down below the hours went by slowly up to midday. I went to the gym round the block from my office which was usually quiet at lunchtimes, I didn't feel up to doing to much workout so decided to hit the weight room. As I was finishing my first rep a guy offered to spot for my second, I said thank you but I am okay as I looked up at him I could see the tattoo clearly and his very defined torso. I just layed there looking at him until he introduced himself as Dan and continued that he sees me on the metro every day. I did the usual courtesy thing and introduced myself as Josh, he took the bench across from me only to be consciously aware he was looking at me, I only managed 2 more rep's as I felt a little embarrassed so decided to hit the shower and grab some lunch. That afternoon my mind kept wandering to Dan and how fit he looked staring down at me, in any other circumstance I would have been at such a disadvantage laying on the bench while he stood over me. I stood on the platform waiting for the metro home when a voice behind me said hello Josh, I turned to see Dan and greeted him as the metro pulled in. I stepped on board and Dan followed behind me, all the seats were taken so I stood at the end of the carriage in between the luggage racks and toilets. Dan stood close up next to me then bumped against me as the metro pulled away from the station. I felt a stirring in my groin and did something out of the ordinary by grabbing his arm as the metro jolted again, I looked at him and apologised to be rewarded by a very sexy smile. "Bumpy ride." he said as he moved towards the toilet door and his eyes looking intently at me, he opened the door and motioned me to follow him. I hesitated and had a look round but everyone was minding their own business so I took a couple of steps towards the door tentatively. My mind racing telling me this was a risky move but my desire was winning and letting all my inhibitions slip away. His arm grabbed mine and pulled me inside as he closed and locked the door behind me, pushing me up against the wall with his body and pinning my arms above my head his face moved in quick as he planted his mouth over mine. Natural instinct caused my mouth to part as I felt his tongue dive inside my mouth seeking my tongue. A fire raged in my body as he gave me the most passionate deep french kiss I ever experienced, releasing my arms he wrapped his around my body and neck continuing this deep long kiss. I was brought back to the real world as the familiar jolt shunt jolt of the metro told me it was approaching my stop. Breaking free from the clinches of his arms and mouth he knew this was my stop coming up. "Really that was perfection." he whispered and grabbed my hand rubbing it against his crotch, there was no mistaking that he packed a pretty hefty sized cock judging by how hard he was. I tried to compose myself and unlocked the door and pulling it open slightly to check no one was outside, I slipped out through the door and to the exit waiting for the metro to stop. My heart was doing palpitations at what just happened, people were now moving and waiting behind me as the doors slid open and I stepped on to the platform. Walking towards the station exit I looked in the window to see Dan sat there smiling and winking at me, I smiled and continued my walk home.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Story as it happened a couple weekends ago... I was on my way to see a regular top fucker who slams the hell outta me as often as he can get away from the wife and kids! This fucker lives an hour away but the way he holds me down and slam fucks me for hours when he hits me up is worth it everytime! So when he hit me up during a snow storm and told me the wife and kids were staying at the in-laws for the night because it was getting worse out instead of driving home and he was free all night, rock hard N needed his pussyboy bitch to unload in NOW..... i got ready N took off! He likes me to dress up for him and sends me outfits he wants to see me in the next time we meet.... a short red leather skirt, super high heels, panties and black fishnets & a blonde wig is what it was tonight, despite the freezing weather! As im driving, this semi passed me and started to swerve in front of me so i hit the brakes and went way off the side of the road and got stuck! The snow was up to the bottom of my car so i had no choice but to call a tow company to get pulled out. They had a driver near me for another car and got to me in like 20 minutes, i see the driver walking over to me and remember what i have on, which i hadnt thought of, hopefully he is cool i was thinkin as i put my window down and saw how fuckin sexy this 6'3-6'4" muscled up Latino bull of a tow truck driver was! I dont even remember what he said as i checked out the tats on his hands and up by his neck and seeing his wedding ring and the bulge in his jeans.... he asked if i was ok since i didnt hear what he had just said lol and asked me again if i can get out N wait in his truck while he gets my car our. As he opened my door he stopped and looked at what i had on stumbled for what to say but played it cool and asked if i had any other shoes cause the snow is deep! I didnt. He had me stay in the car and pulled me out N told me my radiator was broke and i needed to be towed back. I got out and slipped on the ice and he grabbed me and kept me from falling. I could feel my ass against his bulge and his hands on my hips where he caught me and he just walked forward like that to the truck door and i stepped up into his huge truck when i felt his hand on my ass as i went up the 2 slippery steps. Was he helping me or coming onto me i thought as he loaded my car?!? He hopped in and i told him my address and said just to take it there for now and told him how thankful i was for helping me out so quick. He looked over N told me its better to show someone how thankful you are than tell em and started rubbing his cock thru his jeans, i was watching him as he unzipped his jeans and leaned back as he drove and said in a rough tone to fuckin show me how thankful you are bitch and pushed my head towards his bulge! Told me he saw me fuckin staring at him since he walked up N knew a thirsty bitch when he saw one! I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a huge fuckin uncut cock that had snaked down his pants since he had nothing on under em and started sucking the head and taking him in my mouth when i felt his hand on the back of my neck and he started face fucking me telling me what a fuckin whore i must be dressed like i was and wearing those fuck me pumps in this weather! He forced hos cock into my throat and kept holding me balls deep on his it choking me tellin me to fuckin take it slut! The truck came to a stop and he kept fuckin my throat telling me to fuckin swallow slut and blew right down my throat making me take every fuckin drop! I was milkin his cock in my mouth tasting the last of his nut on my tongue when i heard his lighter and he was hitting a pipe of Tina, passed it to me N had me take 6 hits saying i was gonna need em, b4 he got out. He told me to get inside while he unloads my car, he forced 2 of his fingers inside my smooth tight ass as he pulled me out of his truck N told me to leave the door unlocked N have that fuckin pussy wet when he walks in to collect payment cause he hasnt fucked a whore in 3 weeks since his wife left him N he was gonna fuckin wreck my cunt! I was on all 4s in bed, hole lubed, panties off but still dressed when he found where i was waiting for him. I watched him in the big mirror next to my bed as he walked in my room behind me lookin at my ass, pulling his shirt off showing his massive chest N arms and tats everywhere.... he pulled me back against his bulge and told me i was gonna fuckin get it tonight and if i was a good fuckin whore he might call one of the other drivers over he shares pussy with!!

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

Part 1; I had been talking for a few weeks with this twink via one of those online apps. Turns out he is one of the many active seekers of intentional HIV infection. We discussed this online, and even met up over a Coffee. I like to be certain myself that my twink knows what he is getting himself into. We had arranged a day and evening where we would go to a sexual health clinic to confirm his sero negative status, then, we would change it that evening. I wasn't allowed in the consulting room whilst he had the consultation, however I was allowed in when he had the finger prick test which gives results within minutes. He also had the other test where blood is taken from the arm and the results take about 1 week. Finger prick test result; Negative! I took him home. 'One last time, you want Daddy to infect you?' He looked me straight in the eyes and firmly replied; 'YES Daddy'. I drew blood from my arm and blood slammed him with my high viral load of 1 Million +. I took the needle out and got him to press down on the cotton wool. 'Good boy. You can go home now. I'll see you in a few weeks'. 'What? I thought we were going to have sex', he quizzed. 'We will do soon, but not tonight. And you must promise me you will abstain from any sexual activity until we meet in about a few weeks time'. 'Er... OK'. He seemed a little confused, but, he obeyed his instructions. He left and I didn't hear anything from him, until 17 days later, when he messaged me, saying he felt horrific, that his entire body ached and for a few nights he had been having night sweats. 'Come on over'. 'I can't, I feel to weak, there is no way I can get on a train'. 'I'll get a taxi to fetch you' 'OK' There was a knock on my door... Squeal for part 2 Piggies

Part 1 I left the office building and started making my way home through the hustle and bustle of the city at rush hour. Finally I made it on the metro for my 20 minute ride to the suburbs and back to the house that I shared with my brother Andy. As I watched through the window at the scenes passing by, I realised the same routine would happen tonight with Gary who was house sharing and a friend of my brother. Gary was a rather extraordinary person who stood at five feet eleven inches 34 years old, solid build and sported a flat mohican hair style, on his adventures out he always dressed in leather chaps, white t-shirt and leather jacket. At 22 years old I was still fairly naive about the gay scene and not that interested in being a typical gay that fornicated with anything that had a cock. Being only five feet seven inches tall I had a trim compact build gained mostly through going to the gym at lunchtime for an hour, my blond hair was kept cropped as it was easy to manage and I nearly always had a tan. I only had to look at the sun and it would bronze my skin perfectly giving me a look that I was always on holiday at the beach. So it was another usual ride to the suburbs, my headphones were plugged in listening to music and minding my own business, the same familiar faces were on the metro including the men who always tried to grab seats near me and spend the time giving furtive glances in my direction when they could. Sometimes feeling like an expensive prime piece of steak put out on display, on occasion it made me feel uncomfortable but I just let the music take me off in to my own world and adore the admiration. I put my tings down in the kitchen and Andy walked in and greeted me with the usual how was your day chit chat and telling me he had to go back to work as they had a few things going on. My brother was 8 years older than me and a couple of inches taller but had the same build and hair colour. I knew he was HIV positive and talked openly to me about it and his sexual experiences which usually got me pretty aroused. Just then Gary walked in, sporting a pair of boxers he apologised for being inappropriately dressed, we wall laughed at his stupid apology, on his left arm at the top he had one tattoo of a bio hazard symbol which sort of looked out of place being the only tattoo that adorned his body. They started to ask if I had got my cherry popped and why was I holding out, I grabbed my brothers crotch and told him I was waiting for him to fuck me, laughing as I tugged on his ball sack. He kissed my forehead and told me one day he would have his very wicked way with me. I have to admit that my massive crush on my brother was beginning to bother me somewhat and having Gary around as well didn't help things, oh yes I was incredibly turned on by him as well. I knew the only way to get sex with both of them was to go bareback and day by day to thought of this was growing more intense and desirable. The risk of doing such was to expose myself to the virus and that was always the block that stopped me moving towards zero hour. After we had eaten dinner Andy headed out back to work. Gary was finishing in the kitchen and I sat on the counter top chatting to him about his latest escapade. I was wearing only my jogging bottoms and it was quite visible I was getting turned on, as Gary passed me he looked at my crotch, laughed and tapped my semi erection "mmmm someone is horny." he commented. I flinched at the unexpected tap "May have to go and rub it off." I replied. He opened the fridge door and got a pot of greek yoghurt and a teaspoon. "Do you want yoghurt?" he asked, "Sure why not." nodding as I replied. I felt several cold splats hit my chest as he flicked the yoghurt at me, I looked at Gary and he was laughing and said "There you go.". My mouth dropped open as I couldn't believe what he just did "Oh and how am I suppose to eat that!" I cried trying to stifle my giggling, he moved towards me "Like this." he said. He held my arms down at my side as I felt his tongue lapping up the yoghurt from my chest, he moved his mouth towards mine and his lips touched mine forcing my mouth open he drippled the yoghurt in to my mouth. My head spinning I slurped the yoghurt and swallowed it as I felt his tongue again lapping up more and depositing it in my mouth. This time I felt his tongue push in to my mouth as he started kissing me. I offered no resistance as he kept deep kissing and invading my mouth. Slowly he pulled me off the counter and pushed me down to my knees where I came face to face with his fully erect eight inch cock poking out of his boxer shorts. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock and slowly began to suck and explore him intimately. I felt the head go slimy as he started leaking precum enabling me to take more of his cock in my mouth. He pulled me up kissed me again as his hand moved over my ass and pulled my jogging bottoms down exposing my hard cock and firm smooth ass. Gradually he turned me around forcing me over the kitchen counter he started to grind his cock against my hole. His cock leaking more precum that he now started to use to lubricate my hole. I let out a moan as I felt the head of his cock slowly prising my hole open. He worked steadily and with purpose edging in more of his cock, I tried to raise my body upright but I encountered his body leaning further over keeping mine firmly against the counter top. My body felt a burning pain as he slipped more of his cock inside forcing my chute open, I wanted to tell him to stop, but every time I tried he pushed a little further causing me to gasp. I began to feel his pubic fair touch my ass and I knew he was near to full penetration. He stopped pushing and kissed the back of my neck and whispering "I know this is what you really want.", his hips started to gently rock and a cry escaped my mouth as the pain burned up through my back. The rocking picked up speed and intensity and I could feel every movement he made, my ass began pushing back meeting his forward thrust allowing him to get deeper inside me. All of a sudden he tightened his hold on me and thrusted in hard as he let our a low roar, I felt his cock jump inside followed by a warming sensation as he released his toxic seed in to me. His hips never loosing contact with my ass he continued pushing in harder as wave after wave of his orgasm flowed in to my body. He lay panting on top of me as he slowly pulled his cock out, my body quivered as his head plopped out followed by a small trickle of his seed. Zero hour had been reached in a very painful erotic way. I stood upright slightly dazed and confused what had happened, I simply looked at Gary with a mortified look on my face.

THIS A WORK OF FICTION March 7th, 1998 It would take too long to explain how a gay man like myself ended up being a reporter for a right-wing website. I'd listened to a college adviser who told me that hate was a growth industry. So many people were angry about Bill Clinton being elected for a second time, angry about gays in the military, evolution being taught in public schools, flag burning, immigrants, etc. They needed to hear their own opinions validated. I've been extremely liberal since I was 14 and had accumulated more than enough hours of being bullied by ignorant thugs. I was also an atheist in a region that could best be described as the buckle of the bible belt. Now I had joined their media world. A paycheck is a paycheck, right? One of the editors was vehemently anti-gay and pro-Christian. I knew enough about his kind to speak his language. I'd meet with him on Tuesday mornings to pitch story ideas. I'd done some research about how much tax money was being on AIDS research compared to other diseases and could bang out an article about that in a day and just relax for the rest of the week. If need be, I could even follow up with how much aid we were sending to Africa. "Yeah. Good. Do that, but I got an idea for something with more shock value. My wife's brother is a fag and he told her about this new thing where gays are trying to get AIDS on purpose. Can you believe that shit?! He tried to make it sound like just a kinky fetish thing, but I think it's something else too. I think they want to collect disability so they can just live off the government's dime. Always follow the money and you'll find a story. It's not enough for them to spend eternity in Hell -- they want to rip us off as much as possible first." I couldn't imagine how I'd research this even if it was true. "Can I use your brother-in-law as a source?" "Maybe. Maybe not. He says the bath houses are full of sickos doing this thing. I wouldn't dream of asking you to find information there. Look online...or maybe go to one of them gay bars. We'll cover the expenses of course. Could you handle that?" Oh I could indeed. I'd already been to a couple, but they were all about looks, style and dance music. There was one establishment on my neighborhood that had a leather dress code and a seedy reputation. It was scary--even on the exterior. "Well...I don't know. It seems far-fetched, Boss. Even if guys are really doing this, they probably wouldn't want to talk about it." "Just fish around. Get a quote or two from an 'anonymous source' and we can embellish everything else, 'enhance' the details. Start online and go from there." Making shit up was encouraged around here. We all did it. I went back to my desk and tried to access a local gay chatroom. Blocked. I'd have to do this from my apartment. I took a few 'work from home' days and started my research. The first thing I did was call my friend Randy. He was gay and pretty experienced. "Hey, man. What's up?" "Just shaving my balls again. I can't believe pubes can grow in gray! I blame my mom's side of the family. Bitch. Are you home?" "Yeah. I'm researching a story about gay men who seek out the AIDS virus. On purpose." "Bug-Chasing?" "That's what it's called?" I wrote down the term on a post-it. "So it's real?" "Where have you been, girl?" "Do you know any of these chasing guys?" "Yes. I do, but I'm not going to help you write a story for that fascist web site. We've talked about this. I won't connect you with a chaser or a gifter. You'll have to do that on your own. Go to Club 1815. That's all I can tell you." He sounded somewhat indignant, and I really couldn't blame him. "I don't have enough leather to wear there." "As long as you have boots, a vest and a leather jacket - they'll let you in. I can loan you some stuff, but that's where my participation ends. I love you, but I have principles." "I may take you up on that. So thanks, Randy." Gifter. There had to be those as well as Chasers. 'ScottsdaleM4M.net' was a local chatroom that you had to join and set up a personal profile. Fine. I could do that. As soon as I signed in under the name 'Dino'. There were a dozen users there, but not much chatter. Dino: Any chasers or gifters here? DesertCub: Why? Are you looking for a death fuck? Shubby80: Ignore this guy. He's only been a member for three minutes. Dino: I'm new and curious. I want to learn. DesertCub: Just hang out at Club 1815...lots of toxic sperm exchanged there. I could give you a quick education now...where do you live? I signed off. It was real after all. Maybe I could just invent a story and nobody would ever know it was fiction. Credibility counted for nothing these days anyway. Randy called me. "How's it going, Lois Lane?" "Ugh. I hate it when you call me that. Get some new material, dude." "Be nice to me or I won't take you shopping tomorrow. And lose this grumpy attitude." "Sorry. I went to the local chat room and it was a little scary." "Could have told you that. See you tomorrow morning at 11. You can buy me lunch." March, 1998 I met Randy at his apartment and he waved me in. "God. Do you ever look hungover? I swear this clean living of yours will be the death of me. I've dug out all the leather gear I own, but I doubt much of it will fit you. Maybe the boots -- size 12, right?" "Yeah. I can fit in those." "Everything else we'll have to buy. I have a thin, girlish figure and you...don't." We went out and ate lunch at a taco place before hitting a bizarre adult store called "Playpen". Randy said I could just wear faded jeans and a white t-shirt, but I needed a tough leather jacket and a leather cap. He got me good and outfitted after an hour of shopping. My t-shirt said 'Just Do Me'. The jacket was very Village People and expensive. But I guess I was going undercover. For good measure, Randy insisted I also get some mirrored aviator sunglasses and a leather baseball cap. It was exciting, embarrassing and just so time-consuming. I liked Randy. He was my only gay pal. "Thanks for helping me, guy." "It's all against my better judgement but I'll go with you to 1815 this Friday. You will need my help. I've changed my mind bout the sunglasses... Forget those." "I appreciate that." Randy showed up a little early Friday evening and my hair was still wet. "Change of plans, Sweetie. I've decided to take you to Belle's first. There's a bartender there who knows everything going on in this town. Absolutely everything. He could be a good source for you. Want a drink? I brought some Schnapps." "I thought you'd started A.A. again." "I usually slip on that sixth or seventh step." He bit his lower lip. "I need an elevator instead of steps." The Schnapps was a potent cinnamon swallow -- like liquid Dentyne mixed with radioactive waste. "Ugh. Is this 300 proof or something?" "I'm loving the boots and the jeans. I still think you should have bought that 'Hard Rock Cafe -- Sodom' t-shirt, but you were right. Nobody would get it. Put on the jacket and the cap.on and let me see the whole effect. Hmmm. The jury is still out on the cap. Never mind. Just mess up your hair a little. Here. I'll do it." "Let's finish this and then we'll go. I'm so close to backing out now, just making up a fictional piece and calling it 'news'. It's pretty much all they do there anyway." "Oh. That reminds me...don't bring up the name of that website. Just tell people you're freelance. Did you remember your mini tape recorder?" "Got it." By the time we got to his car, I was slightly but pleasantly buzzed. Randy gave me a few last minute instructions during the short drive. "Act like you've been there a million times and this is nothing new. No offence, but you tend to get these big owl eyes when you're concentrating on something. Relax." Belle's looked like any other pub from the outside. Just the regulation neon beer signs and such. Inside was smoky and loud. I guessed the remainder of the happy hour crowd was still there, smoking and having 'one more for the road'. OK. I was fine with all of this so far. Randy and I sat at the bar as I felt dozens of pairs of eyes aimed at me. "Relax! You're just new and getting scoped out. There's Ted. Be cool and we'll get you a scoop." Ted was a short older guy with a Hawaiian shirt on. He and Randy did that European kissing thing where you peck each other on both cheeks. Randy gestured my way and had a whisper chat with him. I sat there like an alien from Mars. "Good news. Ted will tell you all he knows as long as you don't use his name...or the name of this place. You're with me -- so he knows you're cool. This place will quiet down in about an hour. This is just a place where people warm up for an evening somewhere more fun. He'll come over when he gets a chance. God, you're an owl again! Calm the fuck down. Get this...he almost doesn't believe you're wanting to report on bug chasing -- he thinks you are just a chaser using the writing thing as an excuse. That's not the case is it?" I acted like I was about say something, but just took a drink of whatever he'd ordered instead. I'll admit I was a little more interested than I probably should have been, but not in the chasers as much as the gifters. I needed to look at them and find out what was in it for them. I mean -- it was borderline murder almost. That was exciting to me. "No, Randy. I'm just doing a job. I have to write a hatchet piece about Planned Parenthood next. What is this drink? It's good." "Seven and seven. I'll make it a double next time," he laughed at me. "My little owl." "Here's the thing", Ted explained, "The gift-givers don't even need to advertise much. Some of them might have a biohazard tattoo or a visible lesion on their neck or arm or somewhere. They might weigh 90 pounds. Chasers will spot them and buy them drinks and bat their eyes." He stubbed out his cigarette and promptly lit another one. "But what do they get out of it?" "For chasers, it's a rush, a thrill ride. The givers either like the constant raw sex or they like someone flirting with them after years of considering themselves ruined and undesirable. Maybe it's a revenge thing..you know, like they want to take out their frustrations by shooting a poison load in some clean ass and taking them down too." I'd forgotten to even take out and turn on my recorder. I wasn't on the clock now anyway. Fuck that website. I was fully aware that the subject interested me intensely. Ted had unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his furry chest and nipple ring. "As for the chasers -- they don't have to do much of anything except take raw dick every chance they can. Parks, bath houses, parking lots. It's pretty easy to get AIDS these days. Now there are some guys who want to know the minute they take a dirty load. make it a memorable ritual. If that's the case, it can be tricky. Guys lie...about being negative or positive. There are chasers out there who claim they are HIV- but have had the virus a long time."It's a matterrof trust and you can't trust anybody." His nipples were as erect as a man's could be. Was he flirting? Seducing? Maybe. Did I like it? Yes. "Are there chasers and givers here right now?" "Of course, but I won't out them. I earn a living here, you know? I can't betray a regular, no matter how beautiful your eyes are. Can't. Won't." "I understand, Ted. Thanks. Where's Randy?" "Still here, waiting for you. Hate to break it to you, kid, but I think he wants your bod." "No way. Why? Did he say something?" "No. But you can't be this clueless. Maybe you can. It's after 11:00 now. You two should go to 1815 now. I made a few calls on my phone and lined up some people who will give you interviews. Maybe I'll tag along." "Don't you have to close up here? Finish your job?" "Nah. I'll just call the owner and have him come fill in for me. He just lives up the street and he owes me some favors." He winked. I went back and sat with Randy while Ted punched away at his cell phone. "He wants to come with us. That OK?" "Sure. Didn't I tell you he'd have lots of information?" "He gave me some new perspective. I think this could be a good story -- too good for that wingnut website. I might write it and then send a draft to a different, better outlet." "Here," he gestured to two shot glasses filled with what I guessed with tequila. "An admirer sent these over. I think your cover is blown. I didn't say anything, but word got out. somebody must have heard what you and Ted were discussing...or he told some of his pals." I did a quick scan of the dozen or so guys left in Belle's. If I had to go by looks alone, I'd say there were three guys with the 'AIDS look'. One guy in particular seemed to be trying to catch my eye. He was tall, skinny and had shoulder length black hair. I guessed he was Native American -- at least partly. I smiled at him and he turned away. Guess it wasn't him. A big bear of a man in his fifties walked through the door. Because he got immediately behind the bar, I assumed he was the owner here to relieve Ted. I was right. Ted came over and sat with us. "One cocktail and then we'll go. 1815 makes their drinks way too strong and I can't risk a second DUI." "Hey, Ted -- do you know that long-haired guy over there." "Dante? Yeah. Why? You like that type?" "No. Well...yeah. He's hot. Was he the one who bought us the shots?" Ted shook his finger at me. "I don't tell anybody anything like that. If whoever paid for the drinks wanted to be known, you'd know. You guys about ready?" Ken and the owner said a few words to each other and announced (loudly) "We're going to 1815 now. Wish us luck!" That one guy with the long hair looked at me with blazing eyes. He had to be the one who bought the drinks. I was sure of it. Out on the sidewalk, the wind had picked up and helped clear my head. We were going the opposite direction of Randy's car. It turns out Club 1815 was just a few blocks away. So we walked. Hoofed it. I was a little buzzed, but not enough to not notice the secret eye contact Randy and Ted made. Whatever. I looked behind us and saw a couple of lovey couples embracing and other loners smoking, trying to sober up a little before driving home. Our state had recently changed the blood/alcohol limit to .08. Damn red state. I'm sure my level was higher and was glad I wasn't driving. I turned around to glance back again The drink-buyer had finally exited. I swear his eyes had laser powers or something. He was a big guy and made an impressive shadow on the sidewalk. What part of me wanted to run back and hold him? The booze? The idea of him knowing I was becoming a chaser now. All of the above? God, he was HOT. "They're going to card you, Dean. God -- you should have worn sunglasses. It's cool, though. Like it or not -- you look like a child. No offence.'' "Hush now. I told him not to wear sunglasses. I mean, look at his eyes. He looks exactly like a chaser, doesn't he?" They were both smoking cigarettes, and I suddenly craved one. "Can I bum a smoke?" Ted held his pack out immediately. "Good idea, kid. Nothing ages you faster than a nicotine habit." Huh? We were suddenly outside the front of the famous/infamous Club 1815. "Today is a day that will live in infamy." Which president said that? Roosevelt? Truman? The thumping bass of the music found us and I suddenly kind of wanted to just call it a night and walk home. Maybe the cigarette had sobered me up enough. "He looks scared, Randy. Make him stop." "Give him a minute. Dean -- you have to change that expression. Ted went to a lot of trouble to make sure you'd get people to talk to for your story." OK. Fine. The inside of the place was somewhat insane. I instinctively grabbed Randy's upper arm like some little kid hugging his mom's legs on his first day of kindergarten. Nobody carded me but many sets of eyes turned my way. New Guy Syndrome. I'd never have this advantage again. Ted found a table that had just been cleared and we sat. Randy walked confidently to the bar to fetch us drinks, leaving me alone with lecherous Ted. "There's no story, is there? You are just chasing the bug." "No. There's a story. Really." "IF you are chasing, you just have to say so. I'd gift you and so would Randy. We're both bottoms, but fucking is fucking. My lover is the one who infected me...and we're still together after ten years. He has a huge dick and he'd get you pregnant on the first try." "Randy is positive???" "Yes. Shh. Here he comes." Randy gave us each a 7 & 7 and settled into his chair next to me. "What did I miss?" "Little Dino here wants the bug. He didn't come right out and say it, but you were right." "I didn't say he wanted it...I just said he was curious. He's a reporter, asshole." I just sat there like a potted plant. I shouldn't be here because I'd been outed. I looked around and saw that most of the men were dressed like I was. It was what they call "leather drag". I thought it was pretty hot, but you never saw guys dressed like this outside of a gay setting. Randy had once told me that you could tell tops from bottoms by what side of their body was most adorned with jewelry or chains or straps or something. I just don't remember which side meant what. The music was loud but I didn't see anybody dancing. The lighting was not 'high tech' at all. I wondered if this was the kind of place where AIDS began to first spread in the the early 80's. "OK. Now it's time to go meet the people you want to 'interview'. They're meeting us downstairs." "Downstairs,Ted?? It's his first time here." "He may look like Bambi, but he can handle this. Dean's got the hunger. Right, Boy?" "Yeah. I guess that's a good word for it. Let's go downstairs." There was a basement bar that wasn't as loud but just as committed to the leather fetish...maybe more so. We had just settled at the bar when I realized I had to pee. Badly. The tiny. dim bathroom had one of those long metal troughs instead of individual urinals. I had to go so bad and nobody else was in there. As soon as I unzipped and released a stream of piss, the door creaked open. "Alone at last!" It was a deep, smoky voice I didn't recognize. My dick retreated a bit and the urinating stopped. "Huh? I'm done." I turned and saw a man who was my size, dressed exactly like me, almost. He was late 30's probably and had a thick brown porn mustache. "You're the chaser, right? Ted told us you'd be down here, but he's been known known to bullshit people." "Ted told you I was a chaser and that I'd be here?" This was getting a little too surreal. "Oops. Don't rat me out. It might have been Randy. Is it true you still have your cherry? You won't much longer. I'm Matt...I'm sure we'll meet again soon." He unzipped and hauled out one hell of a penis. "Want to give it a little 'see you later' kiss?" The head of his dick was maroon, slick and shiny. Oh, I wanted to taste that penis. Was he a gifter? "I won't say a word. Will you come sit with us when you're done here?" "Let's go now. I didn't need to pee anyway...I just followed you in here because I wanted to be your first. I'm...well you'll find out later." OK. Maybe it was the booze or just nerves, but I touched my index finger to his piss slit. Sticky. We exited and joined Ted and Randy at the bar. Traitors. I guess you really can't trust anybody. They each looked shocked that I'd brought somebody back from the bathroom. "Matt! Surprised to see you here," Ted said with an arched eyebrow. "No, you aren't. I was lucky enough to meet with your Dean." "You didn't..." "No. No. I just let him get a glimpse. That's all. It was just a preview, guys...I swear." There was a drink waiting for me and I gulped it. The really overweight bartender was watching me and came over immediately and refilled my glass with a clear liquor that I didn't know the name of because his ham-like hand was covering the label. Whatever. I was in a sexy Fellini movie now. I reached my hand over and let it rest on Matt's crotch. I didn't even care if he had HIV...he'd been the first person to be honest with me all night...AND he had a magnificent cock! Randy was competing for my attention. He squeezed my wrist and whispered in my ear. "He's a jerk. Don't let him be your first giver." "You set me up. This was some kind of plan you had? We're no longer friends." "No. This all happened suddenly. Blame Ted. He organized the event." "Event?" "Shit. You're getting pozzed tonight, Dean. It's all set now. If you want to leave -- well, I'll help if I can." "What event?" The bartender turned a little blue light, siren-like thing. It didn't make sound - just spun and flashed. K-Mart Blue Light Special. My negative HIV status was on sale. So be it. About the half of the guys left the basement and went upstairs. The barkeep followed them up and locked the door. One guy was protesting, "Can I at least watch, Barry?" "Fuck no. Did you want an audience watching you that time in April? Either fuck him or leave." He was finally dismissed and the door was re-locked. I turned to Randy. "What's going to happen now?" "Oh, well...there is a warm up period where Barry puts on some porn and guys start taking off their clothes a little at a time. Most of them will come introduce themselves. Oh look -- your secret admirer is here." There he was, lurking in the darkest corner. The tall, dark guy from Belle's. He looked huge...6'7" or more. He had a leather trench coat on and looked so bad-ass. "Do you know him?" "Sort of. I think he's Eskimo or something. He's been after you since you first made a profile on the internet. He runs that website...and he knows where you live. He helped Ted set this whole thing up. I might have also helped." "What's his name?" "It's long and hard to pronounce. Everybody just calls him 'Eon'. Supposedly, he has a strain of the virus that can't be treated. That's just a rumor, though." Some of the crowd were bare-chested now. The bartender,Barry, brought new drinks and I had to wonder if he'd put something extra in mine. He was shirtless as well and his big hairy gut hung out like something alien. I estimated there were sixteen gift-givers here. Eon wasn't drinking and hadn't removed a stitch of clothing. Just stood there smoking. The TV over the bar was showing some vintage porn with no condom in sight. It was set on a farm or a ranch. The sound was low but you could still hear the slurping, slapping and moaning. More clothing was being shed. Matt - who I'd forgotten all about - bumped my shoulder with his. He had stripped down to his underwear and socks and was rubbing his erect dick. "You don't have to kiss it now, but could you kiss me? Hell, why not? Nobody else had come by to 'meet' me. I kissed his mouth and then pulled away. There was grumbling from the others. "I'm not really liked much, but I'm viral as fuck and want to be your first." I needed more to drink. Barry brought us fresh drinks and free shots. Randy was pulling at my sleeve. "Take off your jacket and shirt at least. Everybody thinks you're going to chicken out. And be careful of Matt. Why don't we trade seats...I'll deal with him." I stood up and took off all of my clothes -- even the socks and underwear. All sets of eyes watched and there were some grunts of approval. Others did the same - including Ted and Randy. I thought they were both bottoms. Was Randy really going to fuck me? My friend? The crowd gathered closer. Eon stood right where he was, sizing me up with his stare. I continued to drink as more hard, poz dicks surrounded me. Barry bought shots for all of us and said "It's time, yes? You get to pick your first AIDS fuck -- after that, it's whoever wants you next. You have ten minutes to drink and think while I go get the mat. Well, this was for sure happening. Ted was sporting a nice, fat boner. "You should pick me...I know how to be gentle. Your ass needs to warm up a little." "I thought you only bottomed." "I'll top for a good cause." Barry brought the mat and a big bottle of lube or grease or something. The group buzzed and moved in closer...but not Eon. Had he changed his mind? "OK, It's time to begin the breeding. Dino decides who he wants first and then the line forms. Well, Chaser...who's it going to be?" "Him." I pointed directly at Eon. It had to be him. There were murmurs from the crowd. "Better get the first aid kit, Barry," somebody said.Eon hadn't moved or changed his expression. Randy whispered in my ear. "That wasn't a smart choice, Dean. About half the guys here won't fuck you after he does. The rumor about his super strain are widespread. And he's got a giant dick....not in sexy way way. Just freaky. I wanted your first time to not be your last." Ted had left and then Randy followed. How bad could it be? Wasn't this what gay men did all the time? I was suddenly alone as people moved to make room for Eon who had finally walked over and sat next to me. Barry eyed us warily as he set two new drinks out for us. "Hi, Dino." "Hi, Eon. What happens now?" "We'll talk a little and get to know each other first, And then..." "This all happened pretty fast. Should I be worried?" He laughed and urged me to drink more. "No. This is a gossipy bunch of queens. I will not hurt you any more than what is inevitable. You've got a nice little boy body there." "Why didn't you just pick me up at Belle's? Why did this whole ritual have to be set up?" He lit a cigarette. "You enjoy the chase and I guess I enjoyed chasing you. Not usually how it works, but this is all for you." "Oh. Have you gifted before?" "Yeah. Four of the men carrying my babies are here tonight. I've developed a new lesion on my tongue. Want to feel it?" I didn't even have time to answer before his mouth was on mine and we were Frenching up a storm. There was a little rough spot there, like a little hot button. "Stand up." He removed his coat and nothing else. "Get on your knees and suck my dick." He'd hauled out that famous meat of his. It looked inhuman and darker than the rest of his flesh. "Make it hard." I fed on his dick like I was starving. It was too much for my mouth but I did my best. Ever so slowly, it got thicker and heavier. I could barely even get my lips around the head. Nobody ever told me I should practice this...I just assumed I'd be a natural at it. I thought my lust would give me all the abilities I needed. "Good. Now get on the mat and wait." I wasn't sure what position I should be in so I just lied on my back and looked at the TV light bouncing on the ceiling. Eon was greasing up his monster and his fingers. His shirt was off and I saw his huge tattoo of a wolf in the middle of his hairless chest. He wasn't exactly gentle as he poked a finger into my hole...and then another. "Relax. It'll be so much better if you can avoid tensing up." "It feels funny." "There's a numbing agent in this stuff. I'd never get any ass without this stuff. Ready?" "Yeah." Eon hoisted my legs up in the air and tried to enter me. No way would this work. "NO!!" "Shhh. Relax those muscles and let me in there." I yelled out again, and Barry or somebody turned on loud music to drown out my screams. Eon kept pressing ahead. Ripping, tearing, injury. I might die from this. I really might I opened my fear=filled eyes and looked into Eon's face. "Don't fight this. You only get one first time and you only get one true breeding. Imagine me giving you this gift and try to get your body to match your brain. There you go. See? There you go...I'm almost all the way in now." His voice was deep and so sexy. And he was right - I couldn't let pain ruin this once in a lifetime moment. He took advantage of my openness and started to thrust slowly but steadily. It was starting to feel okay, better than okay. His savage side came out as he got closer to coming. Harder and faster, faster still. "Okay Dino...It's time. It's....AHHH! FUCK! I'm seeding your ass!" His cock had expanded and pulsed as it shot. I didn't feel the load physically, but my mind did. My soul felt every venomous gush. Eon collapsed on top of me and I felt his heart thumping hard, pumping the infected blood throughout his giant body...blood that was similar to mine now. I had a million different thoughts in my head but I let them work themselves out while my animal self just leaned up and kissed his neck. "Thank you." I meant it. "Thank YOU. And you're welcome. You okay? You seem okay -- you're smiling." A few people applauded. "Yeah. I think so." Somebody handed me a plastic container of pre-moistened wipes. "You got three minutes before the next breeder's turn. Do what you need to do." Barry was trying to move the evening along. I cleaned up down there but didn't look at at the used wipes because I knew I'd see blood or poop or something that would wreck the moment. I don't think I even got a full three minutes before Matt was fighting his way to be next. If I could survive Eon, I could survive this guy. Hell - I think I could survived a baseball bat or a traffic cone inside me. I knew that my drinks hadn't been spiked with anything because my mind was wide awake and my thoughts were clear. "More," I thought. "Hi, Baby. Remember me? Ready for a back-up breeding? I'm used to getting Eon's seconds." "That's a great mustache, Matt." "Yeah. Thanks. I'm going to write my number on you with a marker. Lots of guys here will do that." He wasted no time in just planting his rod straight into me. It hurt, but either the magic lube or the defeated nerve endings in my ass kept it from being a painful experience. I could finally just enjoy the fucking. Matt's verbal skills and technique were superb, and I thoroughly enjoyed him. He came and I didn't get a second break before another guy was taking his turn. And then another. And another. Barry made me get on all fours so he could do it from behind. The only fuck that wasn't too memorable was Randy. He just wanted to blow his nut and leave. A few of the givers went at me a second time. "Hell, kid! You took almost 20 loads and it's barely even 2 AM! You can go use the bathroom by yourself now. If you want more toxic seed, we'll have to move this party to some body's house." Eon helped me to my feet and handed me my clothes and shoes. Swell guy. He walked me to the bathroom and told me he'd stand guard until I was finished. I sat on the toilet for a long time and tried not to hear the sounds coming from down there. I also flushed without looking at the aftermath. I got dressed and fixed my hair as best I could. It never once occurred to me to look into my reflected eyes to see the non-virgin, HIV+ changes. Who the hell cared?? The crowd had mostly cleared out when I returned. Only Eon, Randy, Matt and Barry remained. Ted must have left a long time ago because I don't remember sex with him. "He's back! Time for a toast!" I went and sat next to Eon as the shots were served. He kissed me on the cheek. "Have mine. I don't usually drink...kills my boner." "Your boner is amazing, man." I gulped both shots and kind of wished for another. "I'm going to have a beer - do you want a Coke or something?" "No. Have your beer fast and then we should go. The last call crowd is pretty crazy upstairs." Eon drove me home but wouldn't accept my invitation to come in. He seemed very tired, but made sure I had his number. I ended up quitting my job at the hack website and working for my first gifter. He needed help with his emerging web company and wasn't always feeling very well. We slept together as often as we could but didn't move in together. Either I loved him or was just obligated to him. Or both. He just called me from St. Luke's hospital. They are keeping him until his fever goes down. I need to wrap this up now so I can see him. THE END

Went out of town just for a Saturday night couple of weekends ago; just to get my cumdump on. Stayed at a nicer hotel. Hit up a couple dozen guys on the hook-up sites. No small talk -just unlocked my pix and sent the ones that were closeby and identified as TOP my hotel name and room number. Here’s what went down... First Load - Grindr Str8 Cub: Cute younger cub, 20-something, a bit heavy, staying in the same hotel. Midwest, next door type with a thick stubby cock. Quiet type...didnt say much. A little nervous. Came to my room, saying he just wanted me to suck him off. Dropped his jeans and sat in a chair. I started doing so, and in the course of sucking him off got him to move to the bed and strip down, just so he “could be more comfortable”. Eventually, I climbed up onto him and took his fully hard cock into my prelubed cunt. Once I heard his sigh as his bare cock was bathed in the warm embrace of my pussy, any reluctance to fuck me fell away. I rode his cock cowboy style and he fucked me with his eyes closed...slack-jawed, barely containing himself the whole time. But within just a few minutes of slipping Into me, he whimpered helplessly as he filled me with his seed. I sat there on his cock as it softened and slipped out of me. Before he could move, I climbed off and put my mouth on his wet cock and cleaned his soft tool lovingly. THIS HE WATCHED - Eyes wide open. In a way that told me he had NEVER had his fuck softened cock cleaned off before. He scampered to the bathroom to wipe down and hurriedly dressed. Only then did I notice the wedding ring. He saw that I had noticed it and flushed bright red before leaving quickly. I do believe I bagged myself a straight(ish) boy! Fun way to start the evening. Second Load - BBRT Brute: Football coach build. Tall, barrel chest, broad shoulders, cropped hair and beard, ice blue eyes. Hard as steel 7” cock. Loved being serviced and treated me to some really filthy talk while I worshiped his beautiful pole. I enjoy filthy language, and this guy took it to a new level. He was harsh and I lapped it up, Fucked me rough. VERY ROUGH. The force of his body alone took my breath away with every thrust. Brutal. Totally owned me and left my cunt open, sore, and dripping with his VERY generous load. This was a man who fucked ass for HIS pleasure ONLY. I was just a meatsleeve. I dug it. I dug it hard. He really heated me up for more. Third Load - BBRT Anon Guy: His profile had no picture and no description and I didn’t care. He replied with instructions. I made it so the door could be pushed open, blindfolded myself and knelt with my ass at the edge of the bed. Right on time, I heard him come in and strip down. He fed me his standard issue cock til it was hard enough to fuck, then went in behind me, fingered my hole (well lubed with two loads of cum) and rammed himself into me. The sound of a cummy cunt getting fucked is unmistakable. And it was obvious he was enjoying it as much as I was. He fucked my now looose cunt for at least 20 minutes before he added his load to the two that “came” before him. I lay there and waited for him to clean up and get dressed. Before he left, he complimented me on being a true cumpig - on how nice it was to fuck a sloppy, used, cummy hole for once. With that he left. Only then did I take off my blindfold, I have no idea what he looked like. But I really appreciated his comments...despite myself, for I usually prefer to be used like meat and receive no compliments of any kind. (I may have to rethink that) Fourth Load - A4A Latino Boy: Within a minute of Anon Guy leaving, a younger Latino guy knocked. They had to have passed each other in the hallway. Much younger than I usually go for; but I was after quantity that night. He had a long FAT cock. But the kind that doesn’t get very hard. Came over and skull fucked me til he came in my mouth. Not what I had advertised for, but a nice break after having taken three loads. He seemed to get off more on taking pictures of himself using me than the skullfuck itself. He lingered a bit after - telling me how he was sending pix and video of him using me to his buddies and posting it online. This was not a problem for me....there’s plenty of pix and vids of me floating around taking cock and cum in both my holes...I consider it free advertising. Fifth (and final) Load: Some time passed before Silver Daddy from BBRT came to my door. Handsome, rugged, sixty-something, exuding a quiet confidence that only experience provides. Ordered me around. Played with my puffed up pussy lips...making me moan. Finger-fucked me...brought his cummy fingers up to my lips to lick clean. Oh yeah - he knew how to use a pig. He stripped down and presented me his semi hard cock. I sucked him hard with everything I had. Turned out, Daddy was a grower. He positioned his now hard and damned impressive Daddy dick against my dripping cunt and slipped inside me. And Daddy could FUCK! He had some SERIOUS fuckskill. Knew what he wanted and took me in several positions. Had me panting with desire. At one point he stopped altogether and ordered me to fuck him. And as I had not cum in over a week, my cock was fully at attention, AND DRIPPING; so I was more than ready for him. Very matter of factly - he ordered me to fuck him till I flooded him with my cum. I assure you, it didn’t take long. Within minutes, I had painted his guts white. Taking a load agreed with him, for his cock seemed even bigger and meaner than before. So yeah, he got back to fucking me; this time, with me legs up like a bitch. He rode me to town and back. Then I felt his meat swell inside me. I knew he was close, so I begged him, “Please...breed my pussy, Daddy...claim me...make me yours!”. Saying this put him over the top. His whole body tensed and I felt his cock pulse over and over, depositing his Daddy seed deep inside. No other takers that night. I lay there running my fingers lazily over my tired fuck lips...grateful for all four loads up my cunt and one down my gullet. Helluva Saturday night!

I just received a hard fuck from a black guy who hit me up on Grindr. His posting said he was traveling through my location in Texas, en route to California, and was looking to earn some gas money. We chatted for a bit, and eventually I invited him to stop by. He accepted my invitation and while awaiting him I got myself ready, making it a point to prep my hole with my dildo as I hadn't been fucked in several months. When I opened the door I found a 6'2" black guy with an average build but a nine inch thick cock. As the door closed behind him, I dropped straight to my knees, extracting his cock from his shorts, deep-throating him a bit, and earning a deep moan of pleasure from him. "I wanna rim you," he announced. Getting to my feet, I turned around, bent over, and spread my butt cheeks. He dove right in. HOLY SHIT! His tongue felt great as for the next 15 minutes he gave me an excellent rim job. After which he stood, and rubbed his cockhead on my hole. "The condoms and lube are on the table," I announced, now in a kneeling position. "Spit works better," he responded as he pressed his huge cock into my hole. I yelped as I wasn't ready, but rather than withdraw, he reached under my body, grabbed my nipples, twisting them as he sunk his cock into my ass. At that point my only choice was to take a deep hit of poppers and just take it. He bottomed out, balls-deep. It was then I realized he wasn't using a condom, and I exclaimed "What about the condom?" His response was non-negotiable: "I'm not taking it out now." Instead he worked his cock even more deeply into my ass, pounding away for several minutes until he withdrew, dropped onto his back, ordering me to sit on his cock. Crouching over his pole, my legs straddling his waist, I slowly lowering my hole onto his cock. I was half way down when he deliberately jostled my left leg, causing me to slide down onto his cock just as he thrust upwards, causing my ass to take his entire nine inch, thick fucking cock balls-deep. I screamed in genuine pain, where upon he stuffed my t-shirt into my mouth. Later he mercifully told me to take several more hits of poppers with the result he had me enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his cock, working his pole as I grunted "Breed me, man, give me your load." He answered my demand by blowing a huge load deep into my ass, after which time he continued fucking me, working his cum into a lather. Fuck, it was a fuckin' hot session - and I didn't even cum! I was completely satisfied having been well-fucked.

Just got back from visiting a new top, definitely one of my favorite type of hookups. Never discussed much aside availability and location. So when I got there he let me in and he was just in a robe. Without saying a word I got on my knees and reached inside and started bringing life to his hard 8" cock. While doing this I slowly stripped down, by the time I was fully unclothed he was leaking precum like crazy. So I just lubed his cock with as much saliva as I could and then got up and bent over his couch. He wasted no time getting his meat up to my hole and pushed in slowly until he was as deep as could while I spread my ass open. Then he did the thing I love the most, grabbed my hips and started pounding with good long strokes. I was in heaven. After only about five minutes his breathing turned heavier and I knew I was going to get bred soon. He slammed in me deep and just held himself there, giving little mini strokes between spurts. Finally he went limp and plopped out. I just stood up and got dressed, we never exchanged any pleasantries. But as I was walking to the door I felt his hand on my ass. I knew what that meant and just dropped my drawers and leaned on the front door. He was in my cum slicked ass and pumping away, once again holding my hips and thrusting me in and out. He tensesd up after a few more minutes and plopped out after going soft. I put on my cum soaked shorts and opened the door and left. Stroking my cock now thinking about all the strange cock and cum I have been taking lately, wife unaware.

Was horny as fuck tonight . So I cleaned myself out and then pushed my buttplug into my ass to get the inside of my hole loosened up and well lubed . Then off to the bookstore to find some random cock and cum . I went into a booth and not 30 seconds later there was a horny fucker knocking on the door , I opened it up and let him in . After making out for a few minutes I reached for my poppers and dropped to my knees to get his nice uncut precut leaking cock nice and hard to give what I needed . After he was good and hard I stood up and turned around and bent over to present my cunt to him . He ate my ass for a few minutes then started rubbing his uncut covered cock head on my hole . I begged him to fuck him like a good slut should ! He easily slipped his cock into my prelubed hole and went balls deep. His clock felt so good stretching my fuckhole that I let out a huge moan that apparently got the attention of other horny fuckers in the booth area, before long the door was open and three guys were watching him use my raw hole while jerking their cocks. After a few minutes he sunk balls deep and unloaded his unknown status seed into my fuckhole. God I love the feeling of a pulsing cock filling me with warm seed. After he finished the other three all took their turns on my cum filled hole and all dumped their questionable loads onto me while calling me a slut and a whore . I love being talked to like that while my hole is stretched around a raw cock . So it was 4 unknown loads deep in my hole and one happy fucking cum slut leaking loads out of his ass. Random unknown loads make a happy little whore

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/breeding-nate-stetson-by-david-sf-featuring-eric-hassan-34843371 watching david sf pump his hot poz cum (he told me he was poz) inside nate stetson is so fuckin' hot

Wish I was there

Part 20; I put Matt's Beagle Puppy tail inside his cunt again, and walked him to my bedroom, walking on his knees and Fist Mitts. He hopped into bed, and I set to, to wrap things up as much as I could. I approached various people upstairs and downstairs saying the party was over. I got big broad Gonnorhoea Malcolm, Syphilis Rob, and Seth to get K-hole Jim to bed in the spare downstairs bedroom, whilst Hep C Tom and I sorted twink No.1 from the night who was asleep in the bath of piss. We unrestrained his ankles, dried him, and put him into bed with Jim, inserting the large Rosebud plug inside his now huge fucked and fisted gaping cunt. Twink No.1, Jim, and Tom took the spare downstairs bedroom, Seth & Rob the spare upstairs bedroom, and my new boy Matt and I in the Master bedroom, the door locked. I am now in charge! My new pup and I fell asleep holding each other. After a few hours sleep themselves, and as Matt & I continued to sleep Jim came to, and started getting horny with the twink. He licked, sucked and chewed on his swollen and battered cunt, rousing both the twink and Tom from their slumber. Jim went to fuck the twink, but something was keeping his Dick from properly penetrating. 'Tom, there is something wrong with this guys ASS. I can't get inside'. Tom being the experienced Fister got the boy who was lying on his front onto his knees, took his pale bony hand with those sharp unkempt fingernails, and stuck his hand inside, like helping out a farm animal going through a breach birth. It was only the Rosebud-Plug. The boy had become so loose and gaping it had fallen inside! Tom fished it out. Jim again penetrated the boy, this time with success... 'Fuck, I can't feel the sides of his ass, just a warm wet feeling. It feels fucking HOT'. Tom put his flaccid Dick into the soon to be 21 year old... 'Suck me, cunt' 'Tom, did I dream it, or did my boy Matt get slammed last-night?' 'That wasn't a dream, it happened, and I think Matt belongs to Keith now' 'I feared that last bit you just said'. Jim suddenly apparently got really angry at the earlier situation, and started thumping his fists (not too hard, but hard enough) down on the boys upper ASS cheeks, not even realising his fists were making contact with another human. It was like he was hitting a table in frustration. Tom witnessing all this, his Dick started to grow inside the boys mouth, even though Jim started crying through his anger. Nothing except Death could stop Tom being horny. Suddenly Jim grabbed hold of the boys hips and started slamming in... HARD! 'Damn you Keith, damn you, taking my boy, well now I am fucking your worthless cunt'. This only served to excite Tom even more, and through his tears and anger, Jim blew his undetectable load inside the twink. Through his spent sniffles, his voice turning meekly, he asked... 'Tom, who did Matt get slammed with lastnight?' 'Erm... Keith, Me, Seth, and Rob ... I believe Keith made up 4 lots, and only 1 was used' 'Go and see if you can find if there is any, if so, bring 1, and one of those tourniquet thingies' Surely he wasn't going to slam the twink he just fucked with anger? After-all, he had already had that joy earlier... What was going to happen?

Was in Denver the weekend of Easter for a conference most of the weekend. I had time off work so got there last Wednesday afternoon. I’d placed bbrt ad and had approved 42 guys. Turned out be a bit of a disappointment. It had started to snow as I had gotten into town. After I had prepped, I sent out the usual email of which hotel and room. I will hand it to the handful of guys who did take the time to email saying they couldn’t make it either to last minute business trips or due to the snow. In the end I got 11 loads from 6 guys. First was a young, heavy set black guy with a thick, stubby cock. He really loved my ass and loaded me good. Next was a sexy, furry Latino. As I was sucking him, a middle aged, athletic guy showed. They took turns fucking me. An older silver fox showed while this was going on. He hung out in the back, watching and stroking. Athletic guy eventually bred me and silver fox slid in. As he was fucking me, Latino shot his load in my mouth. As those two left, silver fox kept fucking. But he was having problems staying hard. He said it takes him quite a while to cum and hoped others would show. After about 5min of awkward silence, he finally left. Next up was a fit black guy with a nice thick cock with a wicked cum. He was doing things to my ass and hitting all sorts of buttons. Part way through, a Latino papi and a Middle Eastern guy show up, get naked and join us on the bed. They all start taking turns on my ass and mouth. At one point I’m on my back, legs being held back by papi, as I eat his ass, while getting fucked by BBC. BBC finally cums deep and ME guy slides in. Him and papi take turns fucking me with papi giving me two loads. We take a short break and I start riding papi’s hard cock again. I have ME come up behind me and have him slide in along with papi’s cock. My second time ever being DP’d and it felt amazing. It felt great to ME as he finally dumped his load in me. We chatted for a bit and found out ME had bred me on my trip to Vegas in Dec. After he left, papi and I played. Him dumping a few loads in me. Me fucking him for a bit. All the while checking bbrt and a4a. A early 20s white kid hit me up saying he finally got into town and wanted to swing by. Gave him the info and he showed up. Had a decent cock on him. We fucked around and ended with me riding him hard to get his load. He hung around and watched papi fill me with the final two loads. All in all, it wasn’t a bad night but not like how I had wished.

Half hr ago. Got a text while working overnights last night from a guy claiming to have chatted with my after replying to an old CL ad of mine. Said he wanted to be my top if I chose. He sent me a pic of a thick BBC. Had the usual chat of into's and if he was up for fucking bare. When I got home from work, sent him a text message. He as just getting home as well and wasn't far from me. I jumped in the shower to prep and he was on his way. Met him at the door and took him to my room. Was a handsome, light skinned guy. He had previously said he wasn't into kissing (damn). I did get hard feeling him up through his underwear and eventually went down on him. I sucked and licked his walnut sized nuts while his cock got hard. He definitely was not nearly as big and thick as his pic, but good enough for me to not complain. I rimmed his clean hole for a bit, which he moaned at, and then went back to sucking. He eventually wanted my ass. So I turned on all four, lubed my hole and to a couple hits of poppers. He slid right it and held for a bit. He proceeded to fuck me for about 10min, occasionally slapping my ass and grabbing two handfuls. He really got into it, making the bed shake and busted his nut in me. He pulled out, cleaned up and was out the door. His nut is still in me and it feels quite large. I'm looking for another load but have a feeling I'll end up frothing it up with a dildo ;-)

Part 4; 'Use some lube Phil mate. Poor boy is feeling fragile'. 'OK. Hey, get one of your large towels Simon, let's give him some comfort'. I came back with a large towel as requested, Phil still fucking away at the twink bent over the table, but now naked, with his AIDS wasted ASS darting in and out! Taking the towel from me he put it on the kitchen floor, put the twink on his back, and recommenced his fucking. 'Fuck, look at this twinks sero converting rash, Fucking Beautiful'. It had slipped my mind that Phil was coming over this evening. Interesting how situations pan out how they are meant to. Phil looked at me, his face contorting like a greedy fuck pig as he pounded the boy. He suddenly flipped him over on all 4's and began to fuck his face. 'Hey, Simon, let's do the toothbrush'. I knew exactly what he meant. I got an old toothbrush from the 'Dungeon' that had already been used for the same purposes, and started to rip up the boys cunt. 'Go on Simon, harder than that, really tear into him'. That comment tore through me and I felt myself get really nasty. I really dug it in hard and deep. Phil took his Dick out of the twinks mouth, and motioned me away. He stuck two fingers in his cunt, pulled them out. They were bloodied. Phil looked at me, gave an evil smirk, and said... 'Fuck YES'. He plunged in deep and started to fuck with no mercy. I knew he wasn't going to last long, so, I positioned myself behind Phil, to watch his AIDS wasted ASS. I wasn't wrong, in a few minutes he started to unleash yet another strain for the boy, and I had a front row seat, watching Phil's perineum twitch each time he squirted a rope of hot Demon seed deep inside. He pulled out, knelt in front of the twink... 'Clean it up' he barked. To all those pups and pigs, squeal and woof as loud as you can for Part 5 ??

Part 52 - New Years Party 3 “Where the fuck are those guys?” said Jonathan to Kyle. “You know how geeks are, they get all excited and start poking different things to see how stuff works” Kyle replied and then asked “I’m gonna get another drink, you want one?” “Yeah, sure. I’m going to wander around and see what’s outside” Jonathan said. Kyle went over to the bar area and mixed a couple drinks from the bottle of vodka they had brought down earlier and decided to stop by and say hello to Adam and Wes. He found them alone, gossiping about everyone at the party. “Hi, guys. Spot any fresh meat?” Kyle said as he walked up behind them. “Only a few. Who was the hottie you were talking to earlier?” Wes asked. Kyle chuckled and said “That’s why I’m here. If you happen to talk to him, can you keep quiet about Joe and I being poz? He’s the boyfriend of one of Joe’s future co-workers and Joe wants to keep it on the DL.” “No problem, Kyle. Is he fair game to hit on?” Wes asked. “I really don’t know. I heard he plays around, but is supposed to be monogamous” Kyle said. “Mmm, my kind of guy. I love cheating boyfriends” Wes said with a smirk. “If you want, I can introduce you. I’m sure he’d like another guy to talk to” said Kyle and the way Wes’s face lit up answered the question. The three of them walked over and found Jonathan oogling guys in the pool. Kyle handed Jonathan his drink saying “Jonathan, this is Wes and Adam. Joe and I met them in the hot tub the other day.” The four talked for a few minutes, mostly about the various guys at the party until Wes moved closer to Jonathan and rubbed his hand over Jonathan’s ass. “Damn, that feels nice” Wes said and Jonathan turned his head back and smiled, letting Wes feel all over his body. Wes pulled him tight and ground his hips into Jonathan’s ass. Kyle was making similar moves on Adam who stood there lightly moaning and pushing his ass back on Kyle’s crotch. “Let’s take this upstairs” Adam said, looking over at Wes, Jonathan and Kyle. “Uh, I don’t know. I’m waiting for Patrick to come back down” Jonathan said. “I’m sure it will be a while. You know how geeks get when they play with new things” Kyle said. Wes reached around and cupped Jonathan’s cock and balls and squeezed. “Ok, but I gotta do this quick and please don’t say anything” Jonathan said. The four guys went up to Adam and Wes’s apartment and as soon as they got in the door, Adam took Kyle’s hand and led him to his bedroom and Wes took Jonathan to his bedroom. Adam pulled Kyle’s shirt off and was pawing at his jeans trying to get inside. Kyle laughed to himself, remembering how only a few days earlier Adam wanted nothing to do with a poz guy. With Kyle’s jeans around his ankles, Adam began sucking his stiffening cock. Once he was fully hard, Kyle reached down and pulled Adam’s shirt off and pulled his face back to his cock. Kyle put his hands on Adam’s head and slowly fucked his face, going deeper until Adam’s face was tight against his pubes. Adam massaged his cock with his throat until Kyle felt him start to struggle to pull off. Kyle held firm a few more seconds and then let Adam move back and gasp for air. He loved the feeling of control and could sense Adam loved to be used. Kyle looked down at Adam’s face and he saw the fire in his eyes. He pulled him to his feet and pushed him towards the bed. Adam kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans and letting them fall to the floor as he climbed on the bed. Kyle slicked his cock up with spit and then spit on Adam’s winking hole before pushing it in with his finger. Knowing that Jonathan wanted to get back downstairs soon, Kyle skipped rimming Adam’s hairless ass and plunged in with his cock. Kyle quickly realized that he wasn’t the first cock in Adam this evening and started long stroking his pussy. Each hard thrust got a grunt from Adam who used his ass muscles to grip his cock. “How many loads, Adam?” Kyle asked. “Three, but I really want yours” Adam replied. “Fuck, yeah. All Wes’s?” Kyle asked curiously. “No, a few guys at the party fucked me in the sauna” Adam answered. It just turned Kyle on even more and he pounded Adam’s cunt even harder. As much as he wanted to save his loads for Patrick and Kai, he knew Adam’s hole deserved another dose of his bug. He fucked hard and rough and the last dozen thrusts that Kyle gave Adam really tore his ass up. Kyle pushed Adam’s head to the bed and let out a loud groan while he pumped his cum into Adam, making his hole even sloppier. When the throbbing stopped, Kyle slowly pulled out, looking at the cum pooling inside the gaping hole. Adam turned around and slurped up all of the cum on Kyle’s cock. “Do you have a plug? It would be a shame for you to lose that hot cum in your hole” Kyle said. Adam grinned and pulled one out of the night stand and shoved it into his hole. They dressed and Kyle gave Adam a kiss, tasting his and the other three guy’s cum. Jonathan was almost completely naked by the time they got to Wes’s bed. He sunk to his knees and grabbed Wes’s cock sucking it to full length and covering it with spit. Wes grabbed the bottle of poppers and took two deep hits before pulling out of Jonathan's mouth and passing the bottle to Jonathan. While Jonathan huffed, Wes coated his cock in lube and then watched Jonathan lay back on the bed and raise his legs up. Wes moved in and heard Jonathan say “Condom?” “I never use em. I like it bare and I’m on prep” Wes said as he pressed his cock to Jonathan’s hole. Nothing more was said and Wes just pushed in with one continuous motion. He could feel his precum drip and coat Jonathan’s guts and he waited there, fully implanted in Jonathan’s hole, letting him get used to his cock. He looked at Jonathan’s eyes and could see how much he wanted to get fucked. Wes slowly withdrew until just his cock head was just inside and then rammed his cock in hard. “FUCK!” Jonathan yelled out. Wes did it again and then started to piston in and out of Jonathan’s hungry hole. Wes doubted that many guys covered up before fucking Jonathan and he let most everyone, including strangers, bareback his hole and then breed him too. Wes heard Jonathan whimper and then start to beg for him to cum inside him. His strokes were hard and it wasn’t long before Wes’s balls started to tingle. Asking for a condom and then begging to be bred in less than ten minutes told Wes that Jonathan was a cumdump that needed more seed inside him. Wes pushed his legs back as he buried his cock all the way in and then felt his load shoot into Jonathan’s empty hole. “Oh my god that felt good” Jonathan said as the spasms subsided and all of Wes’s seed was planted deep inside him. Wes pulled out and was disappointed when Jonathan didn’t offer to clean his cock. He grabbed his cum rag and wiped his cock off and put his clothes back on. Jonathan laid there naked a few more moments and then got up and got dressed. They walked out into the living room just as Kyle and Adam were walking out of the other bedroom. “Good timing” Wes said with a laugh. They wandered down to the clubhouse and Patrick, Mark and Joe were standing near the bar area mixing a drink. Jonathan panicked. Joe asked Kyle with a smirk “Where were you guys?” Thinking quickly, Kyle made up a lame excuse and said “Oh, Wes and Adam were showing Jonathan their aquarium.” Patrick looked even paler than normal and more than a little exhausted. It was obvious that both he and Jonathan were avoiding eye contact with each other, hoping the other wouldn’t suspect their transgressions. They stood around chatting and commenting about some of the other party goers that had been drinking way too much. Kyle intentionally bumped into Joe, and spilled his drink on his shirt. “Crap! I’ll be back in a few, guys. I’m going upstairs to change shirts” Kyle said.

DOUBLE CONVERSION Part 1 Rob was excited as he boarded his flight to New Orleans. He had really been looking forward to his week vacation and it was finally here. It was time for some non-stop drinking and sex. He knew of the cities’ reputation, and was ready to find some holes to sink his fat 8”cock into. It’s not that he had trouble getting serviced at home; after all he was a 6’2” masculine and muscular 32 year old stud. His dark hair, bright blue eyes and well defined muscles got him attention no matter where he went. Every day in the gym there were always guys staring as he worked out and afterwards in the showers of course He was sure it was no coincidence that whenever he showered at the gym that the locker room just happened to be full. He’d play the cock tease and put on a show as he soaped up his defined smooth body, careful to pay special attention to his big cock and balls and well defined ass. However, Rob was all top and he loved to dominate guys. The only thing that got near his ass was the tongue of the bottom that was servicing him at the time. At least in his mind it was degrading for the bottom to eat his ass so that made it hotter. He did have to admit that being rimmed felt great though and made him even harder when he ultimately slammed the bottom’s ass. Although his hometown was pretty good in size, the options to meet guys was somewhat limited. There were only two gay bars in town, one of which was populated mainly by older guys that weren’t his type. He liked younger guys with tight asses. That bar, Renegade, did however attract a lot of guys into leather which was a fetish of his. So he’d go occasionally find someone acceptable for a quick fuck and leave. He had been there enough that the regulars recognized his cocky attitude so it was getting harder to find a hole there. The other bar, Dreams, was more of a twink bar. Of course he got lots of attention there because of his looks but the guys there also recognized him and his reputation. It didn’t help that Rob was fond of taking pictures of guys taking his cock for his collection and those pics occasionally had been used as blackmail when Rob was horny and didn’t want to spend a lot of time finding a hole to fuck. Although he didn’t do drugs himself other than poppers, he did find that a little G and/or X slipped into the bottoms drink made them more willing to do what he wanted. It was especially useful in getting the bottoms to take his cock raw. Raw was the only way he’d fuck, condoms were too restrictive and the felling of his raw cock pounding a tight ass was just so exhilarating. Most of Rob’s conquests lately had been thru apps. There seemed to be a lot of guys looking for cock on the side. He also learned that pretending to be versatile got him more hookups. He never gave his ass up but it did get him the connection in the door and once the guy was zoned out on the drugs and fucked he could leave with his own ass intact. The problem with the apps was all the back and forth messaging that was usually required, Rob didn’t have the patience. A drive to the a nearby college town always resulted in him finding a hole to fuck but that 90 minute drive one way kept him from doing it too often. As Rob settled into his seat on the plane he realized he was hard. Damn he was horny, that asshole last night from Grindr stood him up and he needed to fuck someone. Even though it was a Thursday he was confident from what he had read he’d still get some action tonight in the French Quarter. He was so ready. The male flight attendant noticed his bulge and gave him a smile. Rob thought, “Another gay flight attendant what a surprise”. He had met his share of them that were on an overnight layover in town and were looking for cock on the internet. Most of the ones he had fucked seemed to have well used holes so he thought that probably was why they took the job in the first place.. He did like the NSA attitude they had though and it was always an easy fuck and go since they had to catch flights in the mornings. Although, there may have been a couple of times where they missed the flights because they got a bit too fucked up when Rob was using them. Rob’s attitude was “Oh well if they lost their jobs it’s their problem for being such cum dump whores”. Fortunately the flight had no delays and Rob quickly caught a cab from the airport to his hotel in the French Quarter. Once at the hotel he checked in and immediately changed into a pair of tight worn jeans some black boots and a leather vest. He was ready, his cock was ready! He looked in the mirror, damn he looked hot. That coupled with the fact that he was fresh meat here in New Orleans meant in his mind that he’d get his rocks off soon. He was out the door and on his way to Rawhide. He made a couple of stops along the way to at the bars serving alcohol to the street. By the time he reached Rawhide he had already had 3 beers and was feeling slightly buzzed and very horny. The bar wasn’t packed but it being only 10 p.m. he was sure it would pick up. All eyes were on him, the “fresh meat” theory was certainly true here. His ass was grabbed a couple of times, guess it was time to assert himself as a TOP. Rob made a conscious effort to focus on assess, pat them, grope them, stare at them – surely people would notice what he was interested in. He also casually mentioned to a couple guys standing next to him t at the bar that he was hoping to find a raw bottom to take his load tonight. As the crowd grew he figured it was time to head to the back, he knew from what he read on the internet, that there was likely some action going on back there. Besides he had to piss like a racehorse as he was now on his 6th beer. Here’s where all the people went Rob thought as he pushed his way thru the sweaty bodies and made his way to the urinal. He unfastened his jeans, unzipped and pulled out his cock to let it flow. There were a lot of eyes watching so he thought he’d put on a little show so he stroked his cock a few times to harden it up and shook the last drops of piss off it. Almost immediately, a hand grabbed his cock and started slowly stroking it, someone behind him started nibbling on his neck and another pair of hands played with his nipples. Soon a bottle of poppers appeared under his nose and Rob took a couple of deep huffs. The hand on his cock had been replaced by a mouth which soon began to deep throat his full 8 inches. He was in heaven, but because he was so horny he shot his load deep down the unknown cocksucker’s throat within 15 minutes. He tried to fasten his jeans but he was led to another room cramped with guys and another mouth began to massage his cock. Over in the corner he saw a guy bent over a sink being fucked. The whole room was full of the scent of sweat, poppers and sex. OMG he was ready to cum again. “This place is amazing!!!” After he came the second time someone else was ready to suck his cock. Yeah that would be nice, Rob thought but the site of the guy in the corner getting fucked gave him other ideas. He glanced down slightly and saw a nice plump lily white ass pointed at him, he reached out and fingered the hole . It was wet and lubed so Rob pulled his cock out of the sucker’s mouth and plunged it into the hole in front of him.. The guy in front was caught by surprise to be impaled so suddenly by such a big fat cock and started to call out but Rob soon muffled his mouth with this hand. There were so many people in the room and there was nowhere to go. The guy was soon whimpering.as Rob aggressively pounded his ass while other fed him poppers and groped him all over. Rob’s third load was shot deep in up the assaulted ass and as Rob pulled out another stepped up to fuck the bottom using Rob’s cum as lube. Rob turned and his cock was cleaned by yet another awaiting cocksucker. After all this action Rob needed to piss again but there was nowhere to go. He couldn’t hold it so just started pissing down the throat of his current cocksucker. Wow, Rob thought this was hot, he’d never tried WS. “I’ll have to add that to my repertoire” he thought to himself. Rob eventually go out of the backroom and feeling exhausted left the bar and made his way back home. As he lay on the bed in his room he was grinning ear-to-ear. New Orleans was just as he had hoped and it was only the first day of his trip. He’d have to stop by one of the leather shops he had read about in the morning and check out some new gear and maybe some equipment for his basement. This was going to be a fantastic trip.

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

So, I’ve always had a deep desire to go to another city, check into my hotel, and open the door for men to use me anonymously. I fantasize about being blindfolded and naked on the bed waiting for random men. The problem is I’m not sure how to set it up. I made my first attempt last week while away on business. I was all ready and nervous as I thought about how to notify tops. First thought was Craigslist but that’s gone. So, turned to apps. What a wasted attempt. Lots of hits trying to get me to fuck them, lots of chatty dudes, and only 1 dude actually into anon fucking. Unfortunately it was less anonymous than I hoped. In my mind there would be no face pics, no stats, just guys hitting me up and me giving the room number. I settled for my first attempt being less anonymous as I’d seen the tops face. I dimmed the lights and got into position with the door ajar. Soon I heard the door open and shut. A hand on my leg running up to my ass. Then a hard dick against my butt, slowly grinding against me. The sound of the lube cap clicking then I felt his cock head on my hole. Slowly he pressed in. He held my shoulders down as he began to fuck me, harder and faster. I could feel his nuts slap my taint with each thrust. It was amazing. Soon he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “you want my load?” And I moaned yes, please. He fucked harder and then thrust deep, pausing as if felt his cock pulse and he moaned “I’m fucking breeding you, you’re taking my nut”. He pulled out and I waited on my stomach until he was gone. I can’t wait to try again but need to better set up the flow of tops. Hopefully next time I’ll have multiple tops deposit loads. I’m planning a trip to Philadelphia in October and think that’s me shot to fulfill the full fantasy of being an anon hotel cumdump. Bigger city might be better. I even wonder about finding a top into whoring me out so I’m sure to not see the tops before they fill me. Hell, if there’s a sauna I may try that too. Just wish I was better at setting things up. I guess that will come in time. Until then I will have time to read posts and blogs here to get ideas. I’m looking forward to the possibilities

It was the morning of my 18th birthday! My folks were out of town but they had given me permission to have some friends over to celebrate. I planned on my buddies coming over around 8 o'clock that night. What I hadn't planned on was waking up to find all the lights in the house flickering on and off. Fortunately, my parents had left an emergency list on the kitchen counter in case any problems came up. Sure enough, Electrician - Roger Davis, was on the list. I called him and he said he would be by in an hour or two. I made myself some breakfast and was in the middle of exercising when the doorbell rang. I answered it wearing only a skimpy pair of workout shorts and a tank top. Standing there was the electrician. He spoke, "Hi, son! I'm Roger Davis. Most people know me as Ol' Roger! Can I come in?" He didn't look old at all to me and I told him so. His face lit up in a broad grin. "Thank you, son! That's nice of you to say! You look pretty good yourself! Now...can you show me where the power box is? In the basement maybe?" I took him down into our basement. My dad had fixed it up years ago so it was pretty comfortable down there...like a play room! I showed him where the electric panel was located. He said, "Give me a few minutes to check things out." I sat down on the sofa we had down there. I told him about my party that night...how excited I was. He was a handsome guy and he noticed I that kept looking at him. He would just look back at me and smile. That kind of flustered me so I mostly babbled on about inconsequential stuff. After about 15 minutes, he said, "There! That should take care of it!" and he flipped on the master switch. All the lights came back on without a trace of flickering. He looked at me with interest and said, "Most guys would be upstairs texting their girlfriends instead of sitting down here talking with Ol' Roger. I'm wondering...is there somethin' else I can do for you?" In response, I turned beet red. He slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it onto his toolbox. I'd never seen a Biohazard tattoo on a man before, but I knew full well what it signified. It sure made me nervous but it kinda turned me on as well. His smile stretched wider. "You lookin' to get fucked, son? You want my big black dick, do ya? I bet you're a VIRGIN, ain't ya?" He saw me trembling and said, "You're not scared of Ol' Roger, are you?" I WAS...but I didn't want him to know that so I blurted, "I'm not afraid of you!" He asked, "You think you can handle what I got?" I hotly replied, "I can handle ANYTHING!" "His response was, "We'll see about that!" With that he advanced upon me. I backed up until my legs hit the sofa. He pushed my chest, toppling me backwards onto the cushions. In one swift motion he had yanked down my shorts and thrown them aside. Before I could even think of escaping, he bent over and engulfed my dick with his warm wet mouth. It was like everything in my brain suddenly got reset. As his lips moved up and down my shaft and his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, my resistance faded completely away. He put his strong calloused hands under my knees and raised my legs up in the air. As they parted, he stepped between them and placed my ankles on his shoulders. I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and softer sounds as he shed his pants. I felt the tip of his cock poke into my ball sac. He gazed down at me and said with a smile, "It's your Birthday, Baby! Ol' Roger has a Special Gift for you!" I could figure out what he meant by that. He was planning on putting his infected cum inside me. I remembered that some guys called that GIFTING. My thoughts whirled. How could I stop this from happening? Just then, he parked his stiff dick against my hole, ready to invade my innards, so I clenched my sphincter, determined to keep him out. His smile never wavered! "You KNOW you want it," he crooned as he gently started a backwards and forwards motion with his hips. On the third or fourth push, my body betrayed me. My clenched hole relaxed slightly. Just enough for his dick to nudge in about an inch or two. "That's it, Baby!" he sighed! "Just let it happen!" The gentle battering continued, and with each thrust, his penis sank in a little deeper...and deeper still...until I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks. He paused for a moment and then the fucking began in earnest. 10 minutes later he stiffened, shuddered and cried out, "Take my dirty seed!" as he shot his toxic sperm deep within me. After we both caught our breaths, he pulled out of me, stood up and got dressed. He looked at me and said, "Your mom & dad are gonna be real surprised when you test HIV-positive in a couple of months! If they throw your faggot ass out, don't worry! You can always come live with Ol' Roger. Plenty of the punks I’ve pozzed now live with me. I pimp them out to sick fucks that pay good money just to fuck an AIDS WHORE. I'll put you to work out there with the other punks I've given my bug to. You'll see...being a Poz Whore ain't so bad!”

Enjoy it. Its a hot read! It's fairly accurate as to the spirit of the place.

Don't do it. Go on PrEP. I know your state of mind all too well. But it is really not as glamorous as you might think. I was lucky to get on PrEP. When we wanted to get my BF on PrEP too the initial test brought a positive test result. Thats now 1,5 years. Believe me, it's not about fucking all the time! And consider you can play the game of gangbangs or anything you want on PrEP, but still it will remain a game - like sex should always be.

FaceLoad, I have met a few lads that can cum more than once, each load was/is huge. Must be one-offs, not the norm, so when you say "can only breed maybe twice a day", you're honest and truthful. To cumloads!

Any age is a good age. Not forced unless that’s the suckers kink. I was 8 when a man who was dating my mom started training me. He got me alone regularly and told me I wasn’t like others boys and that I needed a man to take charge of me. I learned to take his thick man sized cock all the way down my throat before my 9th birthday. She dumped him when I was almost 11. Too bad because he was starting to prepare me for fucking. He was fingering me and telling me what a good obediant boy I was. Starting in 6th grade I started sucking my clasmate’s dicks. I probably sucked 20 plus boys in a small suburb of San Francisco by the time I graduated high school. I’d say 90% of them were straight.

Don’t do it! Go on PrEP then let him have his way with you. Not worth it for a “hot guy”, there’s always a another “hot guy” around the corner and perhaps the next one will be neg and want to have you around longer than a one night stand!

To be safe I go on the assumption they're always going to hit second hole. So it means you need to rinse out well ahaed of time and then exercise or move around to get the last water and dirt out. Then rinse real quick with less water and you're good to go

DOOR OPEN @ CLUB ST LOUIS AUGUST 16: I never know what's going to happen but I clean out, lube my ass up with some albolene, and play with my Titanmen Wand. I was hoping to be vers but I ran out of Viagra. so I stuck a pillow under me and played some old Jeff Stryker porn on my computer. My first load was from a tiny Latino with a small dick. He always is willing to fuck me and he gave me a nice load. My second and third loads were from a tall African-American with a 7" cut tool. He was a masterful top: he knew how to tease an asshole and he got my inner slut going. Soon my asshole went from being a mere hole to a raging man cunt. My ass had come alive and was winking in Morse Code, "Feed Me". I was still hungry but I decided to head home. Later I was most relaxed I have felt in years. I got home and I felt hot cum drip out of my ass. I pushed the cum back in and then licked my fingers. Life is good when you are honest about being a slut for cum.