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I went to the cruising park on my lunch hour last night, it was kind of late so I didn't expect anyone to be there. There was one car parked in the back, by the baseball fields. I drove down the road and parked near the tennis courts, as I don't like to be sucking and fucking so close to the entrance. I got out of my car to take a leak, and the other car started to reverse back to where I was. I finished my business and watched as the occupant of the other vehicle got out and walked over to the base of a large light pole. I walked over to see what was up, and saw a young black kid in his 20's leaning against the pole stroking a 7 inch hardon. I got on my knees and started sucking that cock. He was liking it, as he put his hands on my head and started fucking my mouth. As that was going on I pulled my pants down and started playing with my ass, hoping he'd be interested in sticking this shaft up there. It worked, because after 5 minutes or so of pumping my mouth he stood up and got behind me. I grabbed the lube out of my pocket and squirted some on my hole, then bent over. He wasted no time in shoving his dick inside, raw just like I wanted. After a couple strokes he started to really get into it, grabbing the back of my jacket and really slamming his dick into me. It was almost a hate fuck, he was grabbing my jacket so tightly it was getting tight around my throat but I didn't want to do anything to stop this young stud from taking what he wanted. All of a sudden he yanked his dick out and was taking off behind some trees. I turned around and saw a car coming down the path. Dammit. I hung out by the light pole since there really wasn't really anything else to do. Fortunately the car took off, and the black youth was soon at my side. He pulled his half hard dick out of his sweats, but he didn't want me to suck it. Instead, he roughly pushed me back down against the concrete base of the light pole and started working his half hard tool up in me. A few dozen strokes got him back to full hardness and he resumed the assault on my ass. This was just what I needed, a stranger to just ravage my ass to get off inside. After about 5 minutes of pounding that's exactly what happened. He made the first noise at all, some loud grunts as she went balls deep and started unloading sperm into my ass. I could feel the throbbing as his dick puked out 6 or 7 shots of cum into me. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and walked back to his car. We never even spoke a single word.

In all my escapades I've practiced Safe Sex. I was always the one to bring the Poppers, Lube and CONDOMS. I'm versatile and enjoy playing both roles. On the Interstate is a Rest stop with two stalls connected by a Glory Hole so humungous you can rest your Butt against it and get serviced without a Queer entering your stall. It's safer that way. Nothing sadder than two Faggots getting hauled off by a Cop. One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the stall waiting for anything in pants to appear. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came in. I was in the mood to get fucked—and had vowed not to go home till I got my deserts. The first guy was OK. He pissed, stroked his ManMeat, shoved It though the Glory Hole; and my Lips hungrily devoured his Tool. He groaned loudly as I nibbled his Balls. I passed him a Rubber and asked him to fuck me. I was already lubed up; and after a final sniff of my Poppers, backed onto his Dick. It took all of 5 minutes for him to blow, and he zipped up and left without removing the Condom. Hummmmmm, I mused. I’d have to try that one myself. I was still basking in the glory of my Conquest when another Dude took his place. This one was younger, thirtyish, and had a really nice Dick. I wondered how much convincing he'd take to fuck me. I puckered my lips, and had his long Tool down my throat in a flash. He pulled out and asked me to stick my Pole through the Hole. I slipped him a Condom instead. He unraveled it, and I backed up on his Shaft. He was fully inside me when—Shit!—a stranger came in. He withdrew and we both sat down waiting for the Intruder to leave. When we were finally alone, we resumed our love-making. But it felt different—hotter somehow. I reached back to make sure was wearing a Rubber. What I grabbed was bare Dick. Before I could react, he filled me with Spunk—three distinct shots up my Ass. Immediately I pulled off his Cock, and a few more blasts singed my Cheeks. Already his Jism was dripping out of my Pussy. I was shocked that he could have done such a thing—and exposed me to God-Knows-What STDs. Before I could ask him his Status, he bolted from the stall. From outside he bellowed, “WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" And he left. I tried to shit the rest of his Jism, then flushed the toilet. I soaked bathroom tissue in the fresh water entering the bowl and wiped my Hole. I wet my fingers and shoved them up my Ass to cleanse my Pussy of any leftover Spunk. Satisfied that I had cleaned up as best I could, I sat on the toilet, lamenting the nerve of some guys, when a third Dude came in. I heard him sniffling and clearing his throat, caught a glimpse of his Cock peeking out of his shorts, already a few drops of PreCum on the Slit. But I’d long since gone soft, my desire diminished; so I zipped up and left. I was on the road the next 3 weeks, crisscrossing the country, traveling for work, flying or driving or at some business address. At night in my hotel room, I'd speculate about the dirty Bastard who’d Cum inside me—and what exactly he meant by “Welcome to the Club.” Eventually I forgot the whole ordeal, as my natural promiscuity and sexual bent came to the fore; and I pursued the alluring delights of fucking and sucking. Of course, I made sure my partners were “properly dressed,” i.e., wore Condoms. Finally I returned to Reststop, but was nervous as hell. I wished I’d taken Viagra when a dude pressed his Ass to the Hole. His Cunt was all shiny with Lube. I ran my fingers over his Butt and inserted two fingers up his Pussy. They sailed in like a dream, and I began to imagine what my Cock would feel like in their stead. An erection was no longer my problem. I felt the partition flex slightly as he endeavored to dig his Ass further onto my digits. "Fuck me!” I ran the tip of my knob over his silky wet Pussy. He groaned when my Cock passed over his Hole. I unrolled a Condom, took a hit of my Poppers, and passed my sheathed Dick through the aperture. He slowly backed onto my Manshaft. He was fucking himself and milking me good. His hot, slimy, wet Pussy made the ManJuice boil up my Shaft. I plowed his Mancunt for all I was worth and before long filled the Condom with Cream. To my horror, the Condom had split. Goddamn It! That was all I needed. In disgust I ripped off the torn Rubber and flushed it down the toilet. I was about to apologize, when the Dude roared “Thanks for the Seed!” I was aghast. It was the same voice that had ”Welcomed me to the Club.” I was shocked that I could have been so naïve. I’d had no reason to suspect he was the same Fucker who’d Cum up my Ass. I was about to pursue him, when something in his stall caught my eye—a tube of Vaseline. Of course! That stuff would rot a Condom in no time. I picked it up, as a souvenir so to speak, and drove home. In less than a week, when I took a leak, it hurt like Hell. I went to the Clinic. After a few questions, I was told to lie down on the table and lower my jeans. Nonchalantly I lay back with my hands behind my head and let the Doc do his thing. He stuck a thin cotton swab down my Piss Slit. I yelped and jerked up my knees, narrowly missing his head. The swab was all green and sticky. He told me I had an infection. He placed it on a glass slide and said he needed a urine sample. It took me a good 20 minutes to piss painfully into the specimen cup. The Nurse gave me a shot of antibiotics and told me to return to the waiting room. A good hour passed before they called me again and direly announced I had “the Clap.” Treatment would be painless and easy—a few weeks on antibiotics. "Would you like an HIV test? We can have the results in an hour." Why not? I was taken to see a Counselor. Thirty minutes later a Nurse appeared with a syringe. The next hour was the longest of my life. Finally I was ushered back to the Exam Room. The Doctor was present along with the Nurse and the Counselor. The grim look on the their faces told all. I was numb. I was not only numb—I was POZ.After listening to the various treatment options, I went home. I took a vacation to try to get my life back on track. In less than a year I was back to my old tricks. Only it was I who fucked Bareback and took raw Cock up my Ass. What the hell! I had nothing to lose. I’d met a ton of POZ guys on the Net who led active and sometimes surreptitious sex lives—Chasers who always took Loads, and Givers who never pulled out. I had indeed embraced the clandestine “Club.” I went back at the Rest stop, hoping to meat the guy who had POZZED me. On my fifth trip I was sure it was him. He again fucked me Bareback; but before he could Cum, I turned round and put my Cock through the Hole. He slipped back on my Shaft. Within seconds, I unloaded in him. He was still riding my Rod when I proclaimed, "Thanks for the Invite." He shouted back, "You're Welcome, I’m sure!" And shot his POZ Load while my Cock was still in him. That time he didn't rush off, but waited for me outside. He was a Hunk, tall, 6'3", built; the last person on earth you'd suspect to be POZ . After an invitation to his house we began to see each other on a regular basis. We started to date, and eventually he moved in with me. He apologized for POZZING me—averring that along with the inconvenience of repetitive testing and expense of the Meds, came the privilege of unbounded sexual license. The funny thing was that he’d been POZZED the exact same way I was. He was just doing to me what had been done unto him. What Goes Around, Cums Around, as they say.

Glad you're enjoying. I think you'll like the next chapter coming soon. Not only will Brandon be adding his poz seed but several others will be joining in as well. Oink oink!

I was living in Nebraska and I went to visit my brother in NYC, I was 15 at the time and my brother took me to the Doctor and I was put on PrEP. I was still a virgin until I move to NYC when I turned 16. At the time the brother just turned Poz and so did his Bf. A few weeks later they both fuck me BB and still do as they are now both on meds and undetectable and I’m still negative.

I was there today and loved the place. Very friendly, great service, the ideal place for you to fuck with Germans, 90% of those who were there today were German. I was fucked for about 15 and took 5 loads. I highly recommend. I'm planning to go to Lab-Oratory tomorrow but I don't know if I'll be able to go, since Sunday I've been fucking and tanking about 7 load per day, my asshole is destroyed. Lol

Chapter 28 I was still in the middle of putting out the fire when I received a text from Brandon. 'Hey just checking in.' 'How were your sessions?' 'One was really interesting the other not so much.' 'That sounds about par for these conferences.' 'Do we have anything planned for tonight?' 'I've had a project come up that's going to keep me busy tonight. You okay on your own?' 'Yeah, I ran into Mike at the last session and he asked us to go to some gay dance club with him.' 'Sounds perfect. Tell him I'm sorry I can't go. Have fun and be safe.' 'Did you just tell me to have safe sex?' 'Ha ha, none of that nonsense! You know what I mean.' 'Yes dad.' 'Don't push it boy.' '😬' Okay so with Brandon taken care of for the evening if I could just finish up this work mess I could get back to the really important stuff. Don't you hate it when work gets in the way of you destroying a new sub's pussy. I finally wrapped things up with work. It had been almost three hours since I left my newest plaything when I finally knocked on his door. This would be a good test for him as I told him I expected to be back two hours ago. Part of me wondered if he'd answer the door at all, I was worried for nothing. It took less than thirty seconds for the door to open. He stepped to the side and let me in immediately assuming the position. His little nub of a cock sticking straight up. I grabbed his pathetic excuse of a dick and squeezed. "Have you been hard the whole time I've been gone boy?" "No sir, I got hard when you knocked on the door." Damn this boy was so hot. "Did you play with yourself?" "I've just been fingering my hole sir, I haven't touched my penis." "You don't get hard when you've got things in your cunt?" "No sir, I'm totally soft but I do leak a lot. I use my precum as lube sir." "Damn Xander, I can't believe nobody's claimed you as theirs." "I've been too afraid to act sir." "What about now boy." "I don't want to be afraid anymore sir." I leaned down and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. "Mmm," I moaned, "you're a damn good kisser boy, but we have more important things to do. Drop to your knees and remove my shorts." He immediately did as he was told reaching out towards me when I slapped his hands away. "Nope boy, hands behind your back, use your teeth only." I was only wearing basketball shorts so I figured even hands free this would be simple for him. I pulled my t-shirt off as he grabbed my waistband right at my hip where my biohaz tat sits. I'm sure he noticed it but he gave no indication. Most guys who don't already know my status seem to gasp or catch their breath when they see it for the first time, but no reaction at all from him. He had my dick bouncing free in no time. As soon as my shorts were on the ground he moved back and waited for his next direction all the while staring hungerly at my hard cock. "You're being such a good boy I'll give you a choice. Do you want my cock in your mouth or cunt first?" "My cunt sir," he blurted out, "please, my cunt." My cock was leaking in anticipation of ruining Xander's ass. "First, I want you to kiss my dick and just get him wet since I don't believe in lube for boys." He kept his hands behind his back without me having to tell him and lovingly kissed the tip of my cock. He reached his tongue out, got his first taste of my precum and let out a deep moan. "You like that boy?" "Yes sir, it tastes so good." He started to swallow my cock. "Easy son watch those teeth." He pulled off and said, "sorry sir it's been awhile since I've sucked." Then he took me into his mouth again. It seemed to come back to him pretty quickly as he was soon taking most of my cock down his throat. "Damn my dick looks good with your lips wrapped around it. Okay I think that enough for now. I know you really want my dick in your pussy. Get on the bed on all fours with your ass facing me, it's time to get a good look at your boy hole." He assumed the position and used his hands to spread his cheeks. "Good damn Xander, that is the prettiest pink pucker I've seen. Not a fucking hair on that smooth hole, fucking beautiful. I have to tell you son, I usually prefer my guys with some hair on them but there's something about you that makes me so horny and hard." I started tracing my finger around his hole. "Did you prelube, you're pretty wet down there." "I was fingering myself before you arrived trying to loosen my hole, I only used my precum sir." "Fuck, you horny little slut." I really wanted to eat him out but his cunt was winking at me just begging to be destroyed. "Son, I know I said I wouldn't hurt you but to be honest with you this may hurt just a bit but trust me it's for your own good." "Do it! Please do it, fucking breed my pussy." Ok I didn't need to be asked twice. I slammed in about half way and hit his second hole. "Come on boy let me in, except your destiny, relax those ass muscles." I kept pushing and I could feel him trying to accommodate my cock. I'm bigger than average and pretty thick, I'm not huge but my bottoms definitely feel me. Slowly I felt his insides give way and my cock inched forward a bit further. I held there for a few seconds so he could get used to me then I pulled out. "Breathe boy, we're almost there," then I shoved back in all the way. "Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit." He kept repeating over and over. "You doing okay boy?" "Holy fucking shit sir, so big. Feels so big." "You want me to pull out?" "No! Oh god no don't pull out." I chuckled, "don't worry I'm just kidding, there's no way in hell I'm pulling out now unless it's too slam right back inside you." I started slowly moving my dick in and out and he started moaning like a bitch in heat. "You like that slut, don't you." "Oh my god yes. I can't believe how good that's feels. Please don't stop." "When was the last time you had a dick in your cunt boy?" "Long time sir." "How long boy?" "Over five years sir." "Dear god Xander are you serious?" "I'm sorry sir, I know I'm pathetic." That set me over the edge, I slammed in and fired off my first load. "By the end of the week boy you're going to be a grade A whore taking every cock offered absolutely no load refused." I pulled my cock out of his cunt and slapped his ass. Turn around and clean me off slut. A good bottom always cleans off every dick that gives him a load. Don't ever forget that." "Thank you sir! Fuck, that tastes so good." I pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss. "How you doing?" "My ass feels so empty, I need more." I started laughing, "give me a few minutes and I'll give you your second load." We laid down on the bed and he put his head on my chest. "God, I can't believe you haven't had sex in five years." "I play with my cunt a lot but I mostly just use my fingers. I keep thinking I need to buy some toys, but fuck me, I think I like the real thing better." "If course you do, the real thing fills you up with cum. So, is it safe to assume you're negative?" "Yep, you were the first guy to fuck me raw." "Seriously? Damn and you didn't even ask me to wrap up. I'm so proud of you." "I may not have had sex in awhile but I sure as hell watch a lot of porn. My favorites are the ones where there's a dom top who forces his boy to take his load. I was chatting with this guy online once and he told me it was very insulting to the top to ask him to wear a condom. You didn't mention condoms so I let you breed me." He looked down and I was rock hard again. "Does things mean you're ready to fuck me again, sir?" "Lift your legs slut." No taking it slow things time. I pounded his cunt hard with him begging me to go faster. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me in tight to his body as I shot my second load inside him. I collapsed on top of him making sure to keep my dick buried deep in his cunt. "Thank you sir that was amazing." "Glad you liked it boy we're only just getting started. I'm going make sure you leave here a new man, well a fucking cum dump anyway." "Thank you sir." "Gotta ask you son, we talked about your status but you never asked me mine." "It's not my place to ask sir. If you wanted me to know you'd tell me." "You saw my tattoo right?" "Sir you're covered in tats, do you want to be a little more specific." "Don't get smart with me boy, I may just have to take you over my knee," I smirked at him. "You know which tattoo I'm referring to." "Yes sir I saw your tat," he said reaching out to trace the symbol. "It's beautiful." "You know what it means right?" "That you're very special sir." "Mmm, I like that, yes I'm very special and I've given you my very special gift." "I wondered if you were on meds or toxic." "Which did you hope for?" "Toxic sir, because a true bottom cum dump need to be poz." "Fuck I wished you lived by me. My friends would love you." He gave me a sly grin. "That would be nice to have someone around to always make sure I had a cock to service." "Xander, I promise you this, by the end of the week you will no longer be afraid to be who you really are." "Thank you Scotty, will you now give me another poz load please?"

I'm just now recovering from getting my ass destroyed this morning. It happened hours ago but I couldn't move after. It feels like my ass got hollowed out, which was just what I needed so I can concentrate when I go to work.

Straight people prefer it raw too, and know what it means, so I don't consider that to be too "discrete" out in public. I see tons of guys wearing Nasty Pig baseball caps and shirts all over the place in Atlanta. The ones that just use the NP logo - NOT spelled out. I consider just about everyone wearing NP out in public, the gym, grocery store etc to be announcing they like it piggy, raw and frequently!!! That NP snout/logo is barely discernable if you don't know it goes with the Nasty Pig brand. Some guys even wear a cap with Khakis and a dress shirt, so as long as you're not all dressed up it can be worn in a lot of places including casual work places. I always assume guys wearing NP fuck raw and so far I haven't been wrong.

We should allow men as such to be valued for being bottoms. And if your insecurities still get at you, I'll fuck them out of you... Maybe a load, too. Hey, just because you're a lumberjack, doesn't mean you will never feel like a "helpless twink." Just need the right man to show you how 😉

My beef regarding this topic is the way it has been done to me. I totally get we all have our likes and dislikes...self included, but don’t be a rude dick about it. Just tell me so and let’s move on. You don’t have to name call...I didn’t like elementary school the first time...you don’t have to block me when I’ve only looked at your pic....I didn’t like the drama in junior high....how about we act like adults? Geez🙄

All I know is firstly, from charts that have been published by Aids organisations on HIV progression to Aids, that the virus load gets high soon after infection, then drops dramatically as the body has some success in fighting it. But the virus strikes back, the VL load starting to rise slowly and surely, with rapid growth in years 8-10 out of the usual 10 years to Aids for normal HIV1. Faster for tge Cuban CRF19 strain, slower for HIV2. Secondly, I know an unmedicated poz trans girl who was pozzed 1.5 years ago and she recently successfully pozzed a trans girlfriend chaser with just several fucks within a month. So this is a good indicator.

Part 25 Home Slice We arrived back home and I we surprised to find Robbie waiting for me. He told me that I needed to go see my mother right away, somethings happened to my father. He wouldn’t tell me anything more but said I could let him drive. We rode over to my house in silence. When we pulled up I noticed numerous cars parked in the driveway and on the street. I walked in to have my mother hug me as she cried, “Chris, I’m sorry to tell you, your father was mugged and apparently he tried to fight back and the mugger shot him. They rushed him to the hospital where he died.” I wasn’t sure what to feel. My mother just got me my son of a bitch father is dead. Part of me is sad, but part of me is glad I don’t have to have him to deal with any more. I knew he was trying to cause trouble for Dante, and that wouldn’t have be good. I hugged my mother tightly before friends and family members who were there to pay their respects began to comfort me. Dante I knew Robbie was taking Home Slice to his mother’s where he would learn on his father’s death. I'd never tell him that Miguel and I played a role in his father’s death. It was necessary since his father was starting to stir up trouble accusing me of raping his son. This accusation could mean brought undue attention possibly causing trouble for my business. Now that he's dead there’s no one screaming to the police to investigate the rape allegation. Home Slice told the police a while back that he willingly consented we we had sex. Of course he omitted that he was high as fuck, but he never said no and asked to be fucked. I introduced Keanu to the crew that was hanging out. I told them that he is now part of our crew (this let them know that he’d been fucked by me since that’s how someone becomes part of our crew). I could see a couple of them eyeing him up and down ready to pounce on his ass and cock. He quickly made new friends and I started to figure who I should team him with to learn the business. Before I knew it, a small group headed out to the patio, stripped naked and jumped into the pool. They began to kiss and feel each other’s naked bodies. They then moved the action to the pool house where I turned on the camera to watch the action. They put Keanu in the sling as a pipe was pulled out and they stared smoking while someone prepare slams for all to enjoy. I kept watching as I recorded everything as they slammed Keanu first. I’m sure that they were pleasantly surprised to see his 7.5” cock go rock hard as he coughed and ride his rush. They spent most of the day fucking each other. Keanu settled into our crew perfectly. He became one of my best sellers, especially when he learned how to get extra cash for his poz seed. There was always someone out there wanting themselves or another person pozzed up. Home Slice figured out that Miguel and I had his father killed. He didn’t get angry when he figured it out, he knew it had to be done. He then proceed to slam himself with the biggest slam he’d ever done and I fucked him non stop for 6 hours.

The night didn't start very well. I was not getting any. I’d been fucked 4 times. Three of the guys did not Cum, and the fourth pulled out—the Bastard! As I was envisioning going to go home dry, this guy who had been cruising me earlier was still hanging around. Why hadn’t I given him a tumble? He was just too clean cut and too handsome. He looked like he was in his late 20's, about 6' tall, short blond hair, with a perfect body, to boot. Almost godlike. My past experience told me these clean cut guys are generally Losers. So I prefer my partners a bit rough and ready. But my night was already a near-disaster, so I made a play for the Dude. At least I might get to swallow his Load. We kissed and I went down on him. He had a decent Cock—6-1/2 inches. I lubed his Rod, bent over, and guided it up my Ass. Wow! He was fucking me— RAW. After about 4 strokes, he pulled out and tore open a Condom. My worst fears had been realized. I was right about guys like him. I turned around, kissed him, thanked him for the Fuck (or lack thereof), and zipped up my pants. “But I’m not finished yet.” “I think we are. I can't fuck with a Rubber.” “I can fuck you without one. It’s just that I'm POZ.” Was I hearing right? I pulled the Rubber off his Cock, and he shoved It back in me. He fucked me gently at first, then with increasing vigor. “Can I shoot up your Ass?” “Cum in me—Pleease!” The guy was a Human Pump. He blasted a huge Wad up my Ass in 6 Spurts. As we kissed, POZ Cum ran down my leg. He was in town for 5 days. I left the Baths with a big smile on my face, and his name and phone number stashed in my wallet.

I was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

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.

You ever get a song caught in your head? Yeah you have. Just sitting in there making itself known again and again and again. It crops up when you’re distracted, or thinking about nothing and there it is, that familiar refrain, haunting you. It’s not even the whole song. Just snippets of the melody or the chorus on repeat. If the song played out I think it might actually leave you alone but it never works that way. It taunts from there like an itch you just can’t scratch. That’s how it goes with me when I haven’t been laid for a while. I start out with the best of intentions. “That’s the last time!” I’ll say it to myself every time. Try to be good. Try to focus on work and life and sensible things. But then that song starts up again. I’ll find myself staring, or lost in thought, all focus gone as the need inside me grows. That’s how I find myself at the recessed door pressing the buzzer waiting for the click to signal entrance. Walking up to the counter just inside I exchange a perfunctory nod with the, I don’t know, host? Concierge seems too grand and landlord sounds just wrong. I’ve never asked just handed over my money and walked to the locker room towel in hand. With my clothes stashed and towel wrapped around my waist I don’t even think about it. I head straight for the stairs and ascend into the dark rooms. The only pause I make is at the two bowls placed on a shelf at the foot of the stairs. Little sachets in each. I take one from the left hand bowl wryly smiling that it is nearly empty and in need of a refill whilst the other seems barely touched. Obviously I am in good company tonight. In the gloom of the upper corridors I follow the walls glancing into the various alcoves for any promising distraction. Finding nothing I continue to the next staircase and head up. The violet light here is somehow brighter whilst making it simultaneously harder to see but that’s ok. I’m not here for the sights. I glance around the open room that the stairwell opened on to. Several benches around the room, some occupied, most vacant. I move to a bench at the edge and pulling my towel from around me I spread it over the surface and lay face down and wait. A few footsteps and creaks of the floor announce those that pass and move on and I have to force myself to keep my head down. I am on offer; it doesn’t matter who takes it. I first feel a light brush of a hand against my calf muscle which slowly traces up my leg. The touch sends a charge through me and I moan softly parting my legs a little more as goosebumps seem to follow the path that the unseen hand is taking. As the fingertips glide over my skin I can’t help but raise my self, pushing harder to the hand. My hips are pushing back almost if there own accord making me part my legs wider and spread myself for the hand to explore me fully. Which it does. What started as a light stroke is now an open handed gripping and searching of my body. My arsecheeks are groped and squeezed before fingers slip between and across my exposed hole. I moan even more as those fingers push inside and I acknowledge the satisfied grunt I hear at the discovery I am already lubed. This slut knows what is expected. Still looking down I feel the bench shift slightly as my unknown partner climbs up to, I assume, kneel behind my spread cheeks. I am not wrong as I feel his other hand gripping my arse so he can spread me wider and knead my flesh as I feel the unmistakable rigid heat from his cock as he rests it across my opening and begins to slide himself closer. He wanks his cock by sliding back and forward a few times in the valley my spread arse has opened for him, then if feel him reposition slightly as he guides the flared tip of that solid cock inside. “Nice.” It’s almost a hiss and the first thing he has said to me but I groan appreciatively as his thickness causes my anus to stretch. I push back as he pushes forward and he is very quickly balls deep inside me. “Very fucking nice.” This is punctuated with full thrusts of his cock in and out of me. The sudden speed of his fucking taking me by surprise making me grip the edge of the bench and pant in pleasure as he takes full control of my body. His hands are gripping my hips tightly and more than thrusting he is pulling me onto his cock, making me slam my now open hole up and down his very hard dick. I am grunting loudly. Animal noises that are being driven from me with every resounding slam of my hips to his. The solid pole of flesh he is shoving deep into me is rocking my prostate and building that familiar tingle within me and I know this is what I need. What I always need. What I was meant for. I feel a stinging slap on my arse that makes me yelp and then grin in to the surface of the bench. “Fuck Yes!” I shout as he bottoms out inside me and holds me onto his cock, he leans across my back and jabs into me with short darting thrusts of his hips and I can feel his ragged breath on the back of my neck. I know he has cum inside me. He is now stroking my skin again and lightly rocking his hips as he comes down from his euphoria. I just squeeze my hole around his cock letting him know he can stay inside me as long as he wants. He squeezes my shoulder affectionately as he rises and slips his cock out of my cum soaked arsehole. Without looking back I know he is moving away having got what he came for. I remain in position, albeit more spread than I was initially, hoping that someone else wants to take advantage of my prone state.

When you see a story by HotLoad84 or rawTOP from the fall of 2010, they are almost always "rescued" stories. This forum was started in the time when some of the older,original Bareback/Poz Fetish sites were all shutting down. During the first months of this site, they made an effort to copy over a bunch of stories from the older sites, so they wouldn't be lost for good. I think this is from the old Bugshare site.

My husband fucks great- he hung - must be me- i see a daddy and think what he fucks like

Thanks guys. I love writing these stories. It’s nice to know that they are appreciated. Would love hear your stories too and meet naked to create new ones.

i don't know why i love this story so much. i think it's my mpreg fantasy. Just imagine both of these guys continuing to breed her as her belly gets bigger and neither of them knowing whose swimmers knocked her up.

That's right sexy boy. You can also choose known sex locations where it's unlikely to find condom use, but you know that...😈

I love you

When you first meet Mitch, chances are you'd see just another white teenager trying to be cool by imitating the dress, mannerisms and swagger of his black friends. Like most people you'd probably just shake your head and wonder where his parents were when they should have been teaching him to stand up straight, look people in the eye, get good grades, make something of himself, etc. Maybe you're the exception, maybe you're the guy who sees through his macho act and realizes how insecure the kid really is, maybe you're like Terrell. From the moment Terrell spotted Mitch, he saw right through his false exterior. Even with only a moment's interaction, when T's sister introduced Mitch as the newest employee at the restaurant where she works, Terrell was sure that this kid was a poser, desperately trying to keep something secret from his family, or friends at school. Usually white boys acting like "wiggers" was nothing new, but T felt certain this kid was trying a little harder and worried a little more than he should be about keeping up appearances. "Sup Mitch? Nice to meet ya." Terrell said, sizing up the teen while moving in to shake his hand. Before he could clasp his palm with the boy's, Mitch slid his fingers back, slapped them with T's and fist bumped him. "Fo Sho' Terrell, Aisha been illin to bounce fo' hours son," T had a hard time not laughing at the over-exaggerated ebonics the boy used. "Good thing you showed on time or she'da put a hit on yo' ass!" "Best be leavin' then, peace out kid." After one more ridiculous slide/swipe/bump combo, Aisha and Terrell went to leave, as Mitch returned to work, putting away some packs of napkins on a lower shelf. T's dick swelled as the teen's jeans dropped dangerously low on his hips, almost taking his boxers with them, stopping just far enough for Terrell to catch a glimpse of his lily white ass crack and the soft blonde hairs glowing in the reflected light. Embarassed, the high schooler tugged them higher and turned to see if he'd been caught, accidentally allowing him to take in the view as T adjusted his monster snake through his jeans and boxer briefs. Usually straight boys are oblivious to such gestures (or they'll act like it is sick and wrong and possibly attack), but Mitch froze and his eyes widened a little, leading to he and T sharing a look before Mitch's cheeks went red and he whipped back to the napkins. "So that's what he's hiding," Terrell thought to himself, making a mental note to squeeze Aisha for more info on Mitch later that night. Pics that inspired Mitch and Terrell: Terrell was no stranger to closeted gay guys, especially in his line of work: dealing Tina, Coke, Gina and Molly to a large selection of users, ranging from teens to seniors, in every color imaginable. Often he'd helped a hot young gay dude come out by getting high with him and providing an opportunity for them to be alone, naked and surrounded by drugs. For the most part, T was accustomed to practicing these skills on guys who came to him to buy, so it hadn't really crossed his mind what he'd need to do to work his magic on a sober stud. Aisha was as helpful as she could be, without any knowledge of what her bro had in mind for the teen. Under the guise of small talk while they ate dinner, she divulged Mitch's age, family situation (two sisters in college, dad in another state, mom working 60-80 hour shifts as hospital administrator), area where he lived (about two miles away in a nicer part of town), personal history (moved here last year, only a few friends, saving up to buy a car), and so on. When she was finally finished and her boyfriend had showed up to drive her home, she unwittingly given T a plan of attack. Once the door clicked shut, Terrell hopped on his laptop and found Mitch on Facebook. His assumption that the teen was hungry for friends proved true when the friend request was accepted within moments of being sent. Now that he was in, it was time to do some research and make sure this boy was a homo. Photos and status updates confirmed that the only women in his life were his family and some close friends from his old town. Dating seemed to be the only thing excluded from his detailed, copious posts; a good sign for T. As more photos and posts loaded, T's jaw dropped as a photo of Mitch with some of his former school's fellow swim team members popped up. Terrell massive uncut cock pulsed at the sight of bare teen flesh like normal, but what made it surge to half-hard was the boy in the middle. Buff but trim, cut abs, pecs, thighs and calves, capped by wide shoulders and firm biceps, leading to a familiar smile and blonde mass of wet hair: it was Mitch, and he was hot as fuck. T pulled his jeans and undies to the floor, grabbed his bubbler, loaded a fat crystal and hit it while scrolling through more and more shots of Mitch's body, butt and bulge. From an initial inspection, he probably had average size dick and balls, but his butt was the definition of bubbly and his body was flawless. Stroking his foreskin over and down the head and shaft of his chocolate penis was causing his balls to tighten and droplets of precum to appear at his dickslit. The doorbell rang, eliciting some curses from T, but he smiled when the webcam on his porch revealed it was one of his regular clients, a law school student who bought Tina when he needed to pull an all-nighter… and also enjoyed getting Terrell's cock down his throat. "Come in and lock u[ behind you," Terrell commanded upon opening the door, not bothering to put his pants back on. Law boy did as requested then sat on the couch opposite Terrell's layzboy, and licked his lips while counting out his cash. T weighed a fat sack for the boy, admiring his easy handsome face and slim body, noticing for the first time how much he looked like a young Rob Lowe. "Get naked and I'll smoke you out." "Rob" seemed hesitant, since none of his previous visits required he get undressed. Still the sight of the shard T chose for the pipe changed his mind, and in a flash he was naked and stroking a respectable 7 inch cut penis. As they each took a hit from the pipe, T went back to looking at pics of Mitch, now on his phone, and lazily worked his own cock until the bowl was finished and "Rob" fell to his knees and started nibbling the foreskin and lapping at the balls, shaft and head. "I bet lil' mitchy would have a fucking aneurism if he walked in on this!" T thought, chuckling under his breath while pushing his cock deeper into Rob's mouth and gullet. Like a lightening bolt, it struck T that a little unexpected exposure to gay sex was exactly what Mitch needed in order for Terrell to plant a seed in the kid's brain. Pushing his cock in Rob's mouth until his balls rested on the 22 yr old's chin, T found Mitch's number and dialed him. Rob: "Sup, who dis?" Mitch answered, catching T off guard for a second. "This is T, ya know, Terrell, Aisha's bro." T tried his best to make the boy feel like he was convincingly ghetto, but he was slightly distracted by the fag tonguing his shaft. " Just wondering if you got plans for Saturday night after you get off work. Me and some buds are gonna play ball at the park then head back to my place for some smoke and cocktails." "Sounds awesome bro," for a moment Mitch almost forgot to speak poorly, then calmed himself enough to return to his previous pattern. "Can't smoke cuz' the shit job does random UA's man, but I'd be down to play ball and hang. Lemme run and check with my moms real quick to see if it's coo." As Mitch put the phone down, T could still hear him talk to his mother, suddenly becoming the perfect little preppy boy, saying all the right shit that moms love and promising he won't drink, smoke or be out past 11. The sound of this little boy begging his mommy to come get corrupted was too much for T, who grabbed Rob from the floor, shoved his discarded undies in his mouth, turned him around and bent him over the couch. Rob was obviously freaked, so Terrell shoved some poppers under his nose while reaching into his discarded jeans for a small container of boy butter. Still as he pressed his cock head against the law student's sphincter, he heard some mumbles about a condom, which just made him laugh. Instead he shoved the poppers back under Rob's nose, then pressed his weight into the boy, forcing him up against the back of the couch, including his face, muting his cries as T's fat head burst into Rob's hole. He had every reason to cry since Terrell's cock was now somewhere in the range of 10-11 inches and as thick as a 40. Mitch came back on the line and told Terrell he was in, asking who all would be there. Pumping deeper and deeper into Rob's cunt, T tried to sound normal as he explained it would be some friends and maybe a guy or two from grindr. Silence was all that came back over the phone line for a minute until Mitch expressed wonder at what grindr was. The pause meant Mitch knew exactly what it was, and he probably had a profile on there. Terrell explained in g-rated terminology what grindr was used for, and Mitch finally, reluctantly agreed to be there after his shift Saturday. As soon as the call ended, T flipped Rob on his back and slammed back inside the law bitch, making his scream and try desperately to get away. T had an obvious advantage when it came to making Rob stay put, since he was almost a foot taller than his victim bottom at nearly 6'7" and worked out for three hours everyday, building his body into a fuck machine! Pinning Rob with one hand, he resumed raping his ass while his free hand did a search on grindr. With some minor modifications to the age, location parameters and interests, T had no trouble coming up with Mitch's profile. As he suspected, Mitch had taken a pic from his swim team collection and blurred his face and the background. Still Terrell was confident it was him. Clicking on his other photos, he moaned when the next photo was one of Mitch grasping his hard 6 inch cock on a twin bed that T guessed to be in Mitch's room. Posters featuring the X-men and pink floyd hung behind him on the wall. Again the face was blurred, but that didn't stop T. Clicking for the last photo, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mitch doggy style on that same bed, with a magic marker shoved up his hole. Plowing as deep as he could caused his cum to explode far up Rob's hole, as well as making the poor boy scream and pass out. Pulse after pulse of jizz coated the unconscious boy's innards until T felt woozy too and collapsed onto the inert body of the law boy he'd just made into a law man. --- Rob's rape: When Rob came to, T was wearing some bball shorts while a tall thin white dude covered in tattoos worked his 8 and 1/2 inch cock in and out of Rob's hole. Terrell had been calling bros to see who he could get for Saturday and when Yuri told him he needed to stop by to re-stock on tina, it only seemed polite to offer Rob's ass as a bonus. Tears ran down the student's cheeks as he resigned himself to being a cumdump for the two men that night, hitting the pipe again as much as he could in hopes of forgetting what happened when he left three hours later, sloshing around with 4 loads inside his butt. Yuri: Next time...

Because he wants his boi poz, just like Daddy😈

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 12 I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, a fucking cuntboy to two men... my Daddy and my alpha. I wanted to stay like this forever... a spun out chem whore cuntboy bent on nothing but servicing cock and taking fist. Holding the heft of my now enlarged ball sac in both hands, I moaned as I saw the metal tag attached to my collar glint, remembering when Daddy first presented it to me. Puppy continued holding me tight and began to circle my right tit with a finger. “MMMMMM,” he groaned, remembering the taste of my chemmed blood. “Fucking pigs,” we heard Daddy comment as he came up behind us. We both met his dilated eyes reflecting in the mirror. “Puppy, take the other ring out of cuntboy’s tit.” With a deep moan puppy obeyed and removed it. I winced. Seeing my reaction Daddy explained, “I’ve got plans for those tits cuntboy. I want your right tit healed before then. Now release that cock.” Daddy ordered, “I got something for that cunt of yours.” Lifting myself from puppy’s cock, I presented my cunt. “Fucking sloppy cunt!” puppy growled. “That’s my cuntboy,” Daddy smiled. “I want that cunt of yours open, cuntboy,” Daddy said as he presented a silicone tunnel plug. “You’re gonna be nothing but a gaping cunt. I fucking told you I’m going to transform you into what I want.” My cunt lips immediately began to pulse. Daddy, presenting the plug to us, began coating the chemmed up lube both inside and out. “Stretch my cunt, Daddy!” I begged. “Fucking cuntpig!” puppy growled as Daddy worked the plug into my cunt. “FUCKING CUNT!” I yelled, as felt my cunt walls expand, and take hold of the plug... my cunt was now nothing more than a gaping fuck hole. Stepping back, Daddy took it in. “That cuntboy, is how you will present yourself to me.” I began growling as the feeling of my open cunt overwhelmed me... I realized that I needed to be a cuntboy... nothing else mattered. I looked up at Daddy’s reflection, “PLEASE DADDY!” I begged. No other words came out of me, yet it conveyed all I wanted. “Yes, cuntboy,” Daddy responded... Daddy smiled and held out his hand. Taking it in my own, he lifted me to my feet. “MMMM” Daddy sniffed, “Rinse yourself off, cuntboy. No soap... keep those pits ripe.” "Yes, Daddy," I said as puppy carefully removed my gear. We stepped into the shower area and he began rinse away the remnants of our session... piss, sweat, lube and cum. Carefully, he wiped my face and neck moving to my shoulders and down my back before beginning on my pecs. Turning off the water, puppy wrapped a towel around my shoulders. “Fucking beautiful cuntboy,” I heard my alpha tell me. Tenderly, puppy began to rub the soft towel across my shoulders and down my back before beginning on my upper chest. As he dried my body, I could feel the chems flowing through me... the cravings emanating from my cunt. My eye’s lowered to puppy’s hands and I took in my pecs. The training that puppy was giving me was working. I was definitely larger... more defined. I had worked on my pecs until my tits pointed down at a sharp angle like his. Seeing me, puppy smiled, “Now those are tits...” and took my right tit in his mouth... chewing it. “Fuck yeah!” I moaned. I grabbed his head and pulled it harder into my pec. My cock strained against puppy’s torso... my tits were always connected to my cock... Releasing my tit, puppy held my pecs in his hands... feeling the heft that he had helped develop. Slowly his hands moved down and his fingers moved along the ridges of my abdomen. “Fucking six pack,” he chuckled. Next, I felt his strong hands take hold of my ball sac. “MMMMMM” he growled, feeling the heaviness of my now engorged balls. “Fucking bull sac, cuntboy... " he smirked. He grabbed the towel again and continued to dry me. Grabbing my hips, puppy positioned me. “Turn around cuntboy.” I moaned as I felt the softness of the towel moving across my hairless body. After I was dry, puppy helped me back into my gear. He fastened my collar around my neck... then buckled the harness over my shoulders and across my pecs. I smiled, taking in the feeling of them gripping my hard body. Going to his knees, puppy held a yellow jock and I stepped into it. He rose and pulled up the waistband and I felt it go over my balls... the yellow pouch barely containing them. Puppy smiled as he saw the root sticking out from the waistband of the jock. “Cunt...” puppy then simply stated. I fell to my hands and knees. I felt the burning of the chemmed laced lube enter my cunt. “AWWW FUCK!” I moaned as puppy pushed the tunnel plug past my cunt lips and my pulsing cunt walls expanded... This was what I was... a gaping cunt. Puppy slapped my ass cheeks and fastened my leash to my collar, “Fucking cunt...” and he led me out of the shower area. Approaching Daddy, I mumbled in awe. “Fuck me,” Daddy sat in his leather chair with his legs spread open presenting us with his beautiful cock... the cock I now served. We stood there, staring for a long moment, his eyes observing us. Then reaching to the table beside him, he lifted a shiny steel object and lifted his nuts, inserting first one and then the other through the steel ring. He then fed the length of his cock through it and pulled until it rested against his groin and lifted them up. “Get the fuck over here now, puppy!” Daddy ordered. Daddy smiled as puppy approached, stood next to him and dropped his jockstrap to the floor. He took another cockring and leaned into puppy, taking his sack in his hand and pulled large nuts through the ring. With a little bit of effort, Daddy managed to push puppy’s semi-hard cock through the ring and pushed it into position against his shaved crotched. I moaned taking in the sight of the gleaming metal against their cocks, lifting their cum filled balls. My mouth began to water. Satisfied, Daddy motioned puppy the floor with a slight movement of his hand. Puppy dropped to the floor. Crawling between Daddy’s legs, my alpha began to rub his hands up and down our Daddy’s legs. I watched puppy reach for and engulf Daddy’s cock in his mouth. I moaned, “Please” wanting to join him and worship our Daddy’s cock until I took in puppy’s ass... those fucking protruding cunt lips!! I still wondered if Daddy wanted my cunt lips to be like that... four years I thought... that’s how long Daddy has been working on them. Here I stood... my ball sac engorged with saline... but was it enough for him? What would my sac look like in four years?!... I looked down and held it in my hands contemplating, feeling the immense pleasure that I now was feeling... I wanted to find out... I had to. At that moment, I felt Daddy staring at me and I looked up with a pleading look... he simply nodded, acknowledging my desire. Daddy’s moans of pleasure grew as puppy started to worship that fat cock. Daddy reached to rub puppy’s back with one hand while the other rested comfortably on the back of his neck and began exploring puppy’s muscular torso as his other hand fondled puppy’s ringed tits. Daddy glanced at me as I took in the sight of my alpha pleasuring our Daddy. Puppy continued to service Daddy... my hand moved to my cock and slowly began to stroke. Daddy gave me a little smile as he looked down at puppy. I could hear puppy’s moaning as he continued to suck Daddy’s cock. Daddy grabbed the back of puppy’s head with both hands pulling puppy’s mouth up and down on his cock faster. “Hands off cuntboy!” Daddy yelled, thrusting his hips upward as he shot his load into puppy’s eager mouth. I immediately let go of my cock. Daddy nodded approvingly at me as puppy remained on his cock sucking the last drops of cum from the cock. Releasing puppy’s head, Daddy motioned to puppy to rise. Smiling, puppy came to me, wiped the remains of Daddy’s cum from his lips and gathered my leash. “Cunt...” Leading me to the sling, puppy silently signaled me to get on, grabbed my left wrist and secured me to the chain. He quickly did the right wrist and proceeded to continue with my ankles. He signaled Daddy with his hand motioning up and I felt the bottom of the sling rise. Walking to the table, Daddy grabbed a syringe, only this one looked to have a larger dose. I shivered, knowing what was about to happen. He grabbed my arm and prepped it and sniffed at my armpits, taking several long deep breaths. "Good cuntboy," he whispered to me... "Fucking rank...” Staring directly into my eyes, he gave me the slam and leaned into me. My head rose to meet his lips and our tongues began to explore each other’s mouth. Backing off, Daddy proceeded to slam himself. “Fuck yeah!” I moaned knowing that the we were nowhere near ending this session as he went back to the table grabbing a short metal chain with two clamps on it. Walking between my legs, he rubbed his fat cock against my cunt lips as he grabbed my left tit roughly in his hand and placed one of the clips directly on it. "SHIT YEAH!!" I screamed feeling like it was being torn from my body for a second time... my tit was on fire. Daddy then reached to my right tit completing the connection. Seeing my reaction, he grabbed my hips and plunged his leaking cock into my gaping cunt. “FUCK YOUR CUNT!” I begged as I felt his cock raping my open cunt. “Take it, cunt!” he grunted as the intense pain in my tits developed into pleasure. Seeing this, Daddy responded by intensifying the assault on my cunt and grabbed the chains attached to my tits and tugged at them. “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” I begged, “Fucking harder! Fucking cunt for Daddy!” I growled encouraging him to continue the onslaught. On and on he went pounding my cunt until finally, after losing sense of time, he roared and began to shoot a torrent of cum deeply inside my cunt. As Daddy pulled his slick cock out of my cunt, I could feel the cum seeping out. I immediately felt puppy’s mouth begin feeding off of my dripping cunt. “Fucking feed on my cunt, puppy!” I begged, pushing my body onto his hungry mouth. Daddy came around behind me and placed his half hard cock in my open mouth and inserted it straight into my throat. I wrapped my lips and tongue around his cock, savoring in the tastes of his cum and my own cunt juices. In only seconds, though, he began pissing in my mouth, flooding it quickly. The torrent continued and it soon started flowing out of my mouth and onto my neck. Daddy pulled out and let his piss splash out over my chest and down onto my cock and ball sac. I could hear puppy’s moans as the stream of chem piss covered my body. Seeing this, puppy went wild and began licking my torso, lapping up Daddy's piss. “Fuck yeah, puppy!” I laughed, “Feed off of me!” “OK pigs, time to switch,” Daddy said, releasing my wrists. “Release those,” motioning to my ankles and puppy released me and lowered the sling. Standing there, I got my bearings. I could feel the fluids begin to pool around my feet... sweat, piss and cum flowing from my body including my cunt. Taking in their scent, I moaned, dropped to my knees and began to take it in. “Fucking cuntpig!” puppy exclaimed at the sight of my lapping it up off the floor. I couldn’t help it... I wanted that piss and cum back inside me where it belonged! Grabbing my leash, Daddy pulled me up, wiped the dripping fluids from my lips and fed them to me. “Don’t worry cuntboy, there’s more... they’ll always be more,” he said and led me to the cross again and strapped me on. “YES!” I yelled... knowing what it meant. Securing my wrists, he removed my jockstrap and proceeded to spread my legs and chain my ankles to the lower posts. Daddy proceeded to explore my cunt lips, wiping more of the chemmed-up lube inside me. Then I felt it, the tunnel plug moving past my cunt lips. “Fucking gape!” I growled as I felt it spread my cunt open. “Fuck!” I yelled... realizing that this plug was larger than the other. “Yep,” Daddy chuckled, noticing my surprise. “Fucking gape.” Feeling my cunt expanding, I quickly drew in breaths. “Good cuntboy... relax...relax..” Daddy ordered, continuing to push the plug deeper inside my body. “Now cunt... one last push and it’s done.” Feeling the last push, I held my breath and it was done. “Gape!” I sighed as my cunt lips took hold of the plug exposing my cunt to Daddy. My cunt was open! “Thank you, Daddy!” was all I could say. Rising, Daddy kissed my forehead. “Be right back,” he smiled and moved to prepare another bag of saline. Moaning, I watched him hang the bag of clear fluid and gather the materials needed to inflate my sac to an even larger size. Walking the stand to me, he silently stared and nodded. Placing the stand to my side, he began. “Another 250 ml...” was all he said and inserted the needle. “Yes, Daddy! Bigger!” I begged, feeling the sting of the saline begin flowing into my sac. Satisfied with his work, Daddy moved towards puppy. “On the sling, pup” he ordered, “Cunt here will be out of service for a bit. Smiling, puppy moved to the sling and Daddy secured my alpha in. Once puppy was immobile, Daddy raised the sling giving him open access to puppy’s cunt. Smiling, Daddy prepped his arm, gave him a slam equal to the dose he gave me and puppy howled, “FIST!” Snapping on the gloves and lubing his hands, “Fucking pig,” Daddy snarled, “Tell cuntboy how much you need fist!” He reached forward and worked those swollen cunt lips. “Yes Daddy! Fist me!” puppy groaned. “I need it, cuntboy... just like you need piss! Fucking crave a man’s fist inside me!” he proclaimed as Daddy invaded his cunt. "Please Daddy... please fist me,” he continued. Obliging, Daddy shoved his entire fist into puppy’s cunt and proceeded to fuck him. "Take it, puppy! Take your Daddy's fist up your faggot cunt. This what you want, puppy?”” Moving his head side to side, puppy shouted, "Oh YES, DADDY! PLEASE GIVE ME MORE! I NEED THIS!" Daddy continued the onslaught... going deeper with every insertion. “YES!” puppy moaned as he moved to take it deeper into his cunt. Seeing puppy’s reaction, I immediately began moaning as my cunt lips instinctively began to throb around the tunnel plug. My cunt was insatiable... wanting to be full. “Take it puppy! Take Daddy’s fist!” I encouraged my alpha as he surrendered to Daddy. I began craving that fist. Daddy’s movements slowed down, no longer pummeling him, and patiently inched forward... puppy’s cunt lips slowly enveloping Daddy’s arm. “HOLY SHIT!” I yelled, seeing Daddy’s arm move up his forearm and past the elbow. "He's one talented cuntpig, isn't he, cuntboy?" Daddy laughed. “You think you could ever to this?” I moaned... my cunt was throbbing at the image of puppy riding that muscular arm and the thought of me on his other arm. Feeling Daddy’s fist starting to pull out, puppy pushed back encouraging him to go deeper. “Please, Daddy, deeper,” he begged, groaning loudly. “Don’t stop.” His fist slowly pulling out of puppy’s sloppy cunt, Daddy laughed, motioning to me and taking hold of his cunt lips. “You think we’re gonna stop anytime soon? We got that hungry slammed up cunt over there.” With a devilish grin, Daddy moved towards me and ordered me not to look down. With an approving glance, he took in my crotch. Suddenly, I remembered what he had done. I had been so caught up in puppy’s fisting that I forgot about the saline! My sac began to throb... I felt it... the fucking heaviness... the stretching of the skin. I was so fucking spun that I had ignored it. “Beautiful!” Daddy whispered in my ear as he released my wrist restraints and moved down to my ankles. “Close your eyes, he ordered and led me to the mirror. “Open,” he commanded. I opened and let out a loud groan, taking a look at my massive sac. “OH FUUUUUUCK!” There was no way I’d be able to go anywhere like this even if I wanted to. I was a freak! “Go ahead cuntboy, feel them. You’ve earned it.” I took them in my hands and began to explore. “Shit yeah!” I moaned feeling the skin of my shaved sac stretched out to hold the contents of the saline. I held my breath feeling the sensation of my exploring fingers move through my body. “Thank you, Daddy! Fucking bull sac!” I gasped. “That’s my cuntboy,” Daddy said, placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me to my knees. Feeling the immense size of my sac, I spread my legs as I dropped to my knees. Daddy took his cock in his hand. “OK cuntboy, work on this.” Slapping his cock on my cheeks with his heavy cock, he placed it in my waiting mouth. Looking up at Daddy’s face, I felt it begin to swell... the warmth and pulsing of his cock releasing the salty bitter pre-cum down my throat. Thrusting into my mouth, Daddy reached down and pulled on my tit chains and I began moaning... stimulating his cock with the vibrations. “Yes cunt.... work it.” Daddy moaned. His cock continued to expand and entered my throat. Taking him down to the root, my throat constricted around the thick veined shaft as I took in the musky scent of my Daddy’s crotch. I stayed there whimpering and moaning with each thrust of his cock. “Suck my cock, cunt. Take it all down, cuntboy.” The now constant verbal abuse from Daddy and puppy only increased my desire to be dominated. I begged Daddy to fuck my mouth and fill me with his seed but I could only groan and whimper. Daddy felt himself approaching the edge and pulled himself back. Pulling out of my mouth, I moved forward to the withdrawing cock with a plea. “Please Daddy. Please,” I moaned. I wanted Daddy’s load. “Not yet cuntboy,” he said, “This is puppy’s load.” Seeing the disappointed look on my face, Daddy scowled, “Cuntboy, you are the omega... you are here for our pleasure.” Looking down, I acknowledged that I was and always will be the last in the pecking order and followed him to puppy’s side and knelt as Daddy moved between his legs. “Fuck me, Daddy!” puppy begged, feeling Daddy’s cock begin the invasion of his cunt. Slowly at first, he pushed past puppy’s cunt lips... teasing my alpha then withdrawing. With each movement, Daddy increased the depth of his assault. “Deeper!” puppy pleaded, feeling the thrusts increase with intensity. Daddy, gripping puppy’s harness, rammed his massive cock into his cunt... plunging it deeper with every thrust. I was in awe... puppy rode Daddy’s cock, his cunt refusing to release the cock from its grip. For what seemed like hours, the fucking continued... their bodies glistening with sweat. I saw the ecstasy on puppy’s face as his balls contracted and a load of cum erupted from his cock onto his scuplted torso. “Motherfucker!” puppy yelled. Seeing the cum pool on his pup’s abs, Daddy slammed himself on more time into puppy’s cunt and spasmed... “Take it!” Daddy roared, releasing his hot cum into the hungry cunt. As the cum flowed off puppy, Daddy moved forward, their lips meeting as puppy’s cunt gripped cock, refusing to release it. Daddy grunted, “Take it...” and thrust one more time. That's when I realized he was pissing up puppy’s cunt. "Yeah, puppy..." he groaned, "take your Daddy's hot chem piss all the way up your fucking cunt." Puppy moaned as the hot stream of piss filled his cunt. “Thank you, Daddy,” he groaned as he wriggled against Daddy’s thick cock. “You’re fucking welcome, pup.” Daddy responded, remaining inside puppy’s cunt, keeping it plugged. “HOLD IT,” Daddy commanded. Pulling out, he ordered me to come closer. "Get over here, cuntboy.” He took hold of my shoulders and looked me over, taking in my massive ball sac hanging between my legs and sighed. “You are such a fucking beautiful cuntpig!” He positioned me between him and puppy with my head level with his cock. I couldn't help but put it in my mouth, hoping I'd get some of his piss. He didn’t disappoint. He still had some left as he pissed his final streams deep into my gulping throat. “Now get on that cunt,” he smirked. I was surprised... did he say what I thought he said? “Kneel, cuntboy,” he ordered and I let out a loud moan as I felt my mouth come into contact with those swollen cunt lips and began exploring. The hunger for piss overcame me. Pressing my mouth deeper in his cunt, I let out another moan signaling puppy what I wanted. The flow of piss, cum and cunt juices began slowly but it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to hold it. I eagerly began to suck at his cunt as he continued to release the fluids taking them down my gullet. I was insatiable... I was a cunt dying of thirst and the only thing I needed to survive was the mixture of puppy’s cunt juices and our Daddy’s cum. The wet slurping sounds filled the room as I fed on their precious fluids. I was so fucking high at this point. I just wanted to feed. If there had been any doubts about piss before this, they were gone.

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Chapter 8 Over the next few weeks I hooked up with Charlie and the twins whenever possible. I was growing attached to Charlie and Hunter. Jeff was fun but there was just something about the other two that really drew me to them. Not to mention Jeff was getting pretty serious with this guy he was seeing. He'd never give me a straight answer as to whether his new guy knew what a bug chasing whore he was. I was on the second to last flight of my current rotation. We were currently headed to the west coast, then tomorrow back home and then I'd be off for three days. As we were closing the plane doors I felt my phone vibrate. I opened the text and got instantly hard. I had a message from Hunter. It was a picture of his recent positive HIV test results. "Hot damn," I said out loud while I shot a quick congrats text back. A passenger sitting in the seat closest to me smiled and said, "good news I hope." I looked down at him and had to catch my breath. Damn how had I missed this guy boarding the plane. He looked tall, had blond hair, green eyes, couple days worth of stubble. He was wearing a tank top so I could see his shoulders and upper arms were covered in tattoos. It looked like he had a few on his smooth chest too. "Umm, yeah, my friend just got some test results back that he's been waiting for." "And from your reaction I take it's what he was hoping for?" "Oh yeah you could say it was a very positive outcome." I winked at the guy, touched his shoulder and went back to work. It was as pretty smooth flight. About halfway through I found myself in my jump seat trying to read an article but constantly looking up to see the hot tattooed guy who happened to be directly in my sightline. He caught me staring a couple times. The next time I looked up at him he smiled and spread his legs giving me a good view up his shorts. Well hello there, I could see the head of his rather long dick inching down his leg. I had to rearrange my growing bulge. He winked and squeezed his cock. A few minutes later he got up and came over to talk to me. He squatted down and said, "so is Seattle your final destination?" "Umm, no, I'm there just over night then fly back in the morning. What about you?" "I live there, I'm on my way home." "Nice, I've always liked Seattle, lots of hot guys there," I said winking at him. "Hmm, I bet you have a boy in every port." "Not really. I like to mix it up, you know spread my seed around to as many guys as possible." "Mmm so you're a slut, nice. I take it from your last comment you bareback?" "Always! You?" "Mostly, but if there's a cute guy I want to fuck and he'll only let me in if I play safe then I'll wear a condom. But that's not to say that the condom might not break." He gave me a wicked look. "I'm pretty big and I tend to be hard on condoms." He smirked as if to say 'whatcha gonna do.' "So, your bud that just got his test results back, HIV? It was my turn to smirk, "yep." "Hot, you have any part in that?" "As a matter of fact I did." "Fuck that so hot. You got any plans tonight? I could use your assistance on a project if you're available." "What type of project?" "A friend of mine is desperate for the bug but I'm only shooting blanks." I gave him a questioning look. "I'm currently undetectable. I went off meds last week but it'll take awhile before I'm toxic like you." "Umm you're a good friend." "How many confirmed sons do you have?" "Four so far but if my buddy Hunter just turned there's a good chance his dad and brother are members now too." "Holy shit you knocked up a father and his sons?" "Yep and his boys are twins." His eyes got wide and I could see his dick was even harder. "Do you know how many gay guys hate you just a little bit right now?" I laughed, "I know right. They're a lot of fun to fuck with. So your friend's okay if it's not you who knocks him up?" "Are you kidding, he's such a slut I'm actually really surprised he's still neg." "Well I'm always up for knocking up a bug chasing whore so sure sign me up. One condition though." He smiled at me, "of course I'll fuck you with my monster dick." I started to protest but he just kept going, "oh please I see the way your staring at my cock. Tell me I'm wrong." I laughed, "yeah okay you're not wrong." We landed awhile later and he was waiting for me in the boarding area when I finally made it off the plane. Damn, if his shorts were any shorter his dick would stick out the bottom. "I imagine you don't have any problems picking up guys especially wearing outfits like this one." "And I imagine you don't have any problems picking up guys being such a hot flight attendant." We both chuckled. "Don't you guys usually all travel to the hotel together?" He asked motioning to the test of the flight crew heading off. "I told them I was meeting a friend in town that I'd Uber over to the hotel later." "Nice, I texted my buddy and told him about you. Here's his response." He showed me his phone and there was a picture of a guy with his legs up in the air showing off his puffy well fucked hole. "Oh damn that's hot. Yep he's definitely not a virgin with a cunt like that. Let's go knock the fucker up." "Sounds good, okay so I've arranged for my friend to pick us up so follow me." We got outside to the pick-up zone and this 6'5" muscle guy got out of a SUV and wrapped his arms around my new friend. Okay this was not what I was expecting. "Hey JB fuck it's good to see you this is, oh fuck I don't even know your name," he said turning to me. I started laughing "yeah we were a little preoccupied. I'm Brody," I said shaking JB's hand, "and you are?" "Cal." We climbed in the SUV and headed into the city. "Okay so I have to say JB you're not exactly what I expected from that pic." "Oh that's not my cunt that's my boy, Paul. He's the slut you're going to be knocking up." "Umm okay," I was confused. "Sorry I don't think I was very clear on the plane." JB and Paul have been together, what five years now?" "No man it's going to be six years next week. My boy Paul has this fetish with poz guys he is absolutely obsessed with getting knocked up but he doesn't know that I know." "Okay I'm sorry what?" I was beginning to think I should've just gone back to the hotel. I wasn't quite sure what exactly I'd gotten myself into. JB chuckled, "sorry I know this is weird but I found all this pozzing porn on his computer and he sort of admitted to Cal how hot he thought big chasers were." Cal took over the story, "so JB and I were talking one day and he mentioned what he'd found and I told him what Paul had confessed to me and well we just came up with the perfect anniversary gift." "You're going to poz your boyfriend for your sixth anniversary?" They both grinned. "Well I'm hoping you'll do the honors. Cal was going to do it but he's only been off meds for a week so we'd have to wait for awhile." "And what about you, am I pozzing your ass too?" "No I'm still on PrEP. I'm not quite ready to convert yet but my boy is and I love the little slut and want to make him happy." "Umm, okay but is he on PrEP?" He got an evil grin on his face. "He thinks he is. I replaced his pills with sugar pills that look really similar and he never really pays attention when I feed him his meds every night so he has no clue." "Fuck you boys are sick twisted motherfuckers, of course I'll help." It took about twenty minutes to get to JB and Paul's house. It was a cute bungalow out in the suburbs. Cal and I stayed in the garage while JB got Paul naked and secured in the sling. About ten minutes later he came and got us and lead down to their basement sex dungeon. Man this place gave Dr. Manning's break room a run for it's money. In the center of the room Paul was blindfolded and locked into their sling. Cal went between his legs and started rimming his ass getting him nice and wet. JB and I got naked and he started sucking my cock to get me hard. After a few minutes JB grabbed a small wire brush and took Cal's place between his boy's legs. As he started to prep his boy's cunt, Paul groaned in pain as the brush did it's damage. "Ouch daddy that hurts. What are you doing?" "Do you trust me boy?" "Yes daddy, of course." "Good boy," JB said continuing to brush Paul's hole, "you're almost ready son. Ahh, I'm so proud of you, just a few more seconds." "Okay, thank you daddy." And here I thought I was hardcore using a plain old toothbrush. When he was satisfied he called me over and got me into position. "Hey baby, I know our anniversary isn't into next week but I got you an early present." With that I slammed my dick in until my balls were bouncing off his ass. He let out a gutteral moan. "Thank you sir, please breed my cunt." I started pounding his ass with no mercy and he just kept begging me to go harder. I'd been fucking for about twenty minutes and had managed to give him one load so far without him realizing. "Hey boy how you doing?" "Feels so good daddy please don't let him stop." I just smiled and kept pounding. "You ready to see your gift baby?" "Oh fuck yes please, just don't stop fucking me." JB removed the blindfold from Paul's face. He kissed him and told him to look at my arm. You could tell the moment he noticed my biohaz tat as his eyes got really big. "How'd you know daddy?" "My boy wasn't very good at clearing his internet history and your uncle Cal may have said a few things to me." "Hope you're not upset with me boy," Cal said. "No sir, thank you sir. But I'm on PrEP so it doesn't matter," he said pouting. "Well boy, you've been taking sugar pills for the last week now and our friend Brody here is very toxic and already given you one load." "Ahh make that two loads," I said as I shot rope after rope of deadly cum deep inside him. "Holy fucking shit are you serious daddy, I'm really getting knocked up?" "Happy anniversary son." "Thank you daddy that's the best gift you could ever give me." I pulled out of his destroyed cunt and fed him my cock, which was covered in the darkest pink cum I'd ever achieved, to clean off. "Give me little while to recover and I'll be sure to give you a few more loads before I leave." I leaned down and gave him a kiss. Cal caught my eye and motioned me over to the fuck bench. "You did good Brody. Thanks for helping my friends out. Now why don't you make yourself comfy on that bench and let me give you my ten inch monster as promised." He shoved in with little warning causing me to cry out, "holy fuck that things huge." "Yeah but you love it stretching out your deased cunt don't you?" "Oh fucking hell yeah." He gave me a little while to get used to his size and after a few minutes I was begging him to fuck me. While he was breeding me I looked over and saw JB lovingly fuck his boy's battered cunt. After he shot his load he took the metal brush to his cunt again to mix in all three loads deep into Paul's DNA. As I fucked my third and fourth loads into Paul I could feel Cal's cum dripping down my leg. The whole time JB was at his boy's head kissing him and telling him how much he loved him. "I'm so proud of you baby for accepting your true self, my little bugged up slut." After four loads I was pretty much spent. We hung out and relaxed for awhile. Paul kept thanking JB over and over again for the best anniversary present ever. Eventually I looked at the clock and saw it was getting late so I said my goodbyes to two very grateful men. Cal was kind enough to give me a ride to my hotel where once checked in I crashed almost immediately. Talk about an amazing day!

I do love working from home as I can see who is around and hopefully get a load or two before my partner gets home for him to use as lube. Yesterday I was really busy but was chatting to two possible guys all day, and one hot muscly cub said he was up for cycling over right after he finished work, which he did. Turns out he was American, but living in London, chunky muscly body with an amazing moustache which looked really hot on his young face and felt great while he rimmed me. He plowed in and gave me a really urgent fucking before blowing a weeks worth into my ass. I had noticed that a local guy who has fucked me a few times was online so I hit him up while the cub was showering and he said hed be right over, so when the first guy left, the second guy arrived. he is this really muscly Australian Asian Guy who lives down the street with his brother. His brother is straight so he kinda has to pop out for sex, and needs local guys to fuck. He is super friendly and fun, and was soon balls deep in the first guys cum. After he shot his load he went off home and about ten minutes later my partner got home. It is rare that I am able to line guys up in such quick succession so this was a rare day when it all lined up. Being pre-loaded really helps me take my partner as he is really hung big, and thankfully he likes and even appreciates a pre-loaded hole. So to top the day off I had an amazing session with him and got a third and by far my biggest load of the day.

Part 2 - Clouds Paul handed me the pipe, found the torch, lit it, just the hissing sound itself turns me on. He put the flame to the bowl as I rolled it slightly, watching the white vapor develop and then began a slow inhale. I held it for a few seconds, enjoying the full, hot feeling in my lungs, before shotgunning it into his mouth. We traded the smoke back and forth a couple of times before letting it dissipate around us as we began to kiss, wrapping tongues and lips. Another hit for me, then he did one, we traded hits and saliva for a while, engaged in that passionate, intense making out of tina shotguns. My last hit, he didn’t want any, so I bent down and engulfed his hard cock in my mouth, letting the smoke swirl around it as I gently blew it out, then sucked him. Paul groaned. I could taste his precum, he was leaking quite a bit. I did one more pull, then administered another smoke and suck. “How about some g? I haven’t had any yet.” “Sure, that’d be great.” He got up and grabbed a bottle off an upper wall shelf and started to prepare the drug. As he did that, I leaned back onto the pillows and took in the room. It was older, a bit worn, but clean and he was keeping it neat. Clothes were folded or on hangers, towels stacked, luggage standing in a closet. Some bottles of soft drinks in one spot on a side table next to the mini fridge, everything was organized. A good sign, he was not a tweaking mess and we would not have the too frequent party situation when you can’t find a damn thing for all the clutter. As I watched him, I could feel my head and body buzzing from the t. My body was warm, slightly sweating. His stuff was good, that was sure. Paul handed me a glass full of Gatorade and drank his down, I did the same except just half. That’s how I like to take it, not all at once, to see how it affects me before I take the rest. Paul was at the tv and his laptop, browsing through some porn. “What do you like?” “Groups, interracial, gang bangs, whatever you want, I’m not that particular. Any pnp is hot, but I know there aren’t a lot where it’s explicit. I do like it when you can tell that the guys are high.” He settled on a longer one, a gang bang, then moved next to me on the bed. “I could taste your precum, wow you have a lot.” I reached over and rubbed the tip of his dick, massaging the liquid around his frenulum. “I don’t get much at all. Although I did find a way to make it happen, wanna see? It’s kinda strange.” “Sure, actually I like the way you're so open about what you want . Show me!” Reaching to the floor, I rummaged in my bag and took out a small, empty fleet enema bottle. As I reached for the pipe and torch, Paul said “Oh, I know this. Clouds up the ass.” “Nope, I’ve done that, this is something different.” I inhaled, held it in while I set down the pipe, squeezed the air out of the bottle, then exhaled into it. The plastic expanded, the white cloud trapped inside once I placed my finger over the tip. The rest of the hit I blew toward my cock. Carefully, I inserted the tip into my piss slit, then slowly squeezed, short bursts, the smoke entering my cock, hot, stimulating, some slight pain but very enjoyable. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen that before! What’s it feel like? Do you get high off it?” “I don’t think it gets me high, but it’s intense, a bit of pain but feels good at the same time.” I replied. "The perviness of it is a mind fuck, too. Plus it makes me precum.” Demonstrating, I removed the enema tip and rubbed my cock head, releasing a stream of precum. He reached over, rubbing it. “Man, that’s real crystal dick!” We both laughed as he continued to touch me. My penis was limp, tiny, and my balls matched them, a small sac pulled up against my body. “You ever do three ways or groups?” was his next question. “Oh yeah, those are great, I’ve been gang banged a few times, too. Those were a lot of fun. I love an audience.” “I do, too. I’d love to watch you get fucked.” “I might be able to get someone here if you’re up for it. Want me to try?” “Sure, can you show me who you have in mind?” I opened my phone and signed in to a couple of sites, hunting for a regular that I had been messaging the last couple of days. I knew he had just got in to town, but he hadn’t been sure of his schedule. Sure enough, I found him online and showed his profile to Paul. “Nice! Does he party?” “Yes, he’s a top, gets kinky, too, really likes to be a dom with me.” My bud, Joe, was early 60’s, good body and a cock that was close to 8 inches. “What do you think? Invite him?” “Yes, ask him.” I tapped out a message, explaining what was up and included the address. In less than a minute my phone pinged with his response, “So my little faggot needs more cock? I’ll be there in about 45 minutes, maybe an hour.” When I told that to Paul, he laughed again and started to rub my taint, then fingered my hole. “I want to fuck this pussy first, you’re using my supplies so I get to open you up.” Rising to his knees, he yanked my head to his now soft dick. Taking all of him, I sucked and tongued him to a quick erection. He pushed me onto my back again, lifted my hips up and positioned pillows, pulled off my jock, then arranged my legs apart and back. My ass was elevated, my boihole was exposed. He dropped down and started to rim me. “Oh, man, that’s fucking awesome,” I started to moan, even writhe a bit, as his tongue first explored the area around my hole, then, after what seemed many minutes of pleasure, he started to tongue fuck me. Stroking my tina dick, which was hyper sensitive with all the clouds I’d inhaled and inserted into it directly, I continued to moan, telling him how fantastic his oral skills felt. Stopping, he rose up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole, then plunged in, going all the way in one single stroke. “Man, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!” I was starting to babble a little, drugs and physical sensations crashing over me. “Your hole is so fucking warm, I can’t believe how open it is.” Paul started to fuck me, slowly, then quick and hard, varying the tempo while staring my face, gauging my reaction. After a good 15 minutes of pounding, he paused, still hard inside me, then held the glass containing the rest of the g to my lips. “Drink it” he ordered. Putting the glass down, he picked up the pipe and got the torch going. As soon as vapor formed, he put it to my mouth, still keeping the flame going. “Take it.” I complied, filling my lungs. He handed me the enema bottle, and I understood what he wanted next. Cloud into bottle, then into my cock. As I did that, he kept still, watching, his hard dick pulsing within. Once I had finished, he resumed fucking, staring hard into my eyes. I whimpered a bit, it was all a little overwhelming, the amount of pleasure a sensory overload. “You like how a real man’s cock feels, pussyboi? You like it in your boicunt?” “Yes, oh fuck, man, don’t stop.” “You really are a little meth whore, aren’t you.” “Yes, fuck, I know.” Bending down, he spit on my face. I let out a sound, a whimper, yelp and moan all in one, at the abuse, and the recognition. Paul thrusted harder and faster. “Say it. Say what you are.” “Faggot. I’m a fag and a pussyboi.” “What else?” “A meth whore.” Once again, spit hit my face, then a light slap. The fucking continued, hard, my hole totally open and wet. Totally needing his dick inside me. Again, he bent toward me, but this time he kissed me, and we started to make out. This was turning into one hell of a drug-fueled hate fuck and I was falling into a state of total submission.

explains why i feel the way i do and why i meet men that are that much older and who share me around.. they dont seem to have me for themself .. some told me that wanted to but as soon as i move there they rent me out cheap.. hard not to feel used and like trash when sold off and leaved with men i dont even know but i do serve so i get loved a little atleast.. even if most beat me, choke or strangled me and leave me after few weeks to get picked up by the one who i date

I'm not sure if i'd consider it "going back" - I love that sensation of getting filled with huge cock and if a top really wants to use a condom, I'm not gonna stop him BUT, I'm not sure they'll be the default - it feels too good having a bare cock press against my hole. I've also started taking PrEP.

Ever since high school sports, ever since my first whiff of the locker room, I have loved the manly smell of sweaty junk. It makes me even hornier than usual. A sweaty hairy crotch, cock and balls makes me ready to beg. I played football, basketball, and baseball in high school. Then baseball in college. It never changed. I had to have cock after that locker room.

Brilliant @S6AT6A6N! Love this and hope Joe returns and Lew is being a nasty PiG like Stevie is!

I cannot find any good information on this. I suspect it is because there are few cases where doctors have good information about the actual time of infection, so most studies are done based on the time of seroconversion. My best guess is that it would depend on the genome of the infecting virus and on the immune system of the person being infected, and that it is likely around the time of initial symptoms (2-6 weeks after infection) but could be before or after that. But that is definitely an educated guess. If you care, get a viral load test - there are reasonably good data about the relationship between viral load and infectiousness.

I have written From My Side of the Sling for nine years now. It used to be archived here on Breeding Zone. I have decided to post new entries here as well as on my own blog. There is no fiction in my blog...just some names changed and sometimes tattoos disguised...

I want to get fucked by someone with the CRF19 Cuban strain

There is one surefire way to increase your sperm production. Injections of hCG, or human chorionic gonadotropin. It is what stimulates your testicles to produce testosterone and sperm. And because it is a hormone, it begins working immediately. A few hours after injecting, you will have a big load. It is used in fertility treatments for men and women (action is of course different in the different sexes). In men who are taking testosterone or steroid injections, the testicles often shut down and start shrinking. For that reason, those guys often inject hCG to keep their testicles working. In the US, it requires a prescription, but it can be bought from Mexico in the form of a drug called Pregnyl (possibly from other countries as well). It requires refrigeration after mixing the drug into the solution. Because hormones are active at incredibly small amounts, the needle is tiny. You can use a 0.3 ml insulin syringe which has a truly tiny needle (short and very, very thin--you hardly feel it, honestly), and the injection goes just beneath the skin. You can inject into the belly or hip. A dose as small as 0.1 ml can have a dramatic effect on your load size.

If you count being HIV positive as something out of a person’s control, then I have, multiple times. I was rejected over it at the baths tonight, in fact. The guy knew about Undetectable = Untransmittable but he still wanted no part of me. I’m used to it now; no matter whether a cure emerges or not, the Enemy Virus leaves a scar.

It was a casual work from home day with a few meetings here and there. And of course the occasional distractiom on Grindr, Scruff, etc. It had been a couple days since I last busted a nut, and I figured if something came along, I’d entertain it. Think back to the day or two leading up to that morning, I had been taking a piss a little more often than usual but didn’t think much of it. I’m a pretty active guy and drink a shit ton of water. Any who, I get a hit from a stud on grindr - just my type too... tall, beefy, and with a booty begging to be fucked and loaded. Now I’d consider myself a fairly handsome fella, but it’s my hella thick cock that tend to make men drop drawers and assume any position I tell them. Such was the case with this one. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he said he was feeling pretty horny and that he loved the look of my cock. I let him know to be careful, that it spits.... deep inside. he said that’s exactly where he wanted it. I only had about an hour, so he said he’d head over within 20. I hit the head for one last piss and wouldn’t you fucking know it.... good ole drippy dick. Def a case of gono or the clap. I whipped out my phone intending to call off the hookup... when an absolutely sinister idea crossed my mind. ... what if I just... didn’t? What if I didn’t call it off? My pulse sped up. It’s be deliberately passing on my bug to this unsuspecting stud. Sure sure we all adults and shit and all make our choices yada yada. But could I actually just go through with the fuck anyway? He made it clear he wanted my cock but more importantly my several days of cum stored up. Didn’t ask about status or testing or what not. i was rock hard instantly at the thought. And within minutes he was messaging that he was outside. And just like that it was like autopilot. I let him him. We began kissing immediately. Soon we were rolling around on my couch, tearing off clothes, and before I know it, he was bent over my sofa, and my rock hard 8” of thick uncut drippy dick was lined up with his hole. It was now or call it all off. And just like that, I felt the familiar feel of a puckered ass lips slowly opening around the head of my cock. And then inch for inch working it’s way deep inside of him, until my balls were resting gently against his ass. “I don’t have much time,” he said. ”neither do I, man,” I replied. ”fucking fuck me dude... I need it, he said again. ”... need what?” I asked. i was going to make him say it... make him beg for my load. All the while not knowing what it was carrying. Fuck man, I didn’t even know what all it was carrying. it didn’t take him long before I was pounding him for all I was worth, hitting every spot, one hand reaching around him stroking his cock, bringing him to the edge of blowing too. I felt my balls begin to tingle and tighten. If I hadn’t already spread my disease into him, I was about to seal the deal for sure. I had him firmly in my grip. And he was begging for it. I felt his cock start to spasm first in my hand, firing ropes of cum onto my sofa, all while his ass begin to contract around my cock, sending me over the edge... ... the first spurt felt like fire forcing its way out of me and into him. The next five spurts I could feel the fire spread. And after that we both started to come down, my cock slipping out of him with a wet plop, and him quickly dressing. We thanked one another for the quick fuck, and he left with a little gift or two he hadn’t planned on for sure. I’d have to dry clean the sofa... but worth it.

Fuckin' Oink~! Pervs like VersbbTony make visiting BZ HOT. Please keep sharing your bb adventures and pix. XOX

I had missed this complete story since it is in the Chem-Sex section, but wow, it sounds like a fantastic nine days of sex and knowing the outcome, it certainly is life changing. I know I would have done exactly the same---I am attracted to a a good looking smooth youngish guy with a hot cock and would eagerly let him infect me with anything he had. That written, being a true chaser--I would have done the same thing even knowing the outcome.

Met a 30-something, muscular, hung, black top on vacation from the Marine base in SD. I was at the Temptation pool partybat the Luxor, where the bodies were hot and the drinks were cold. Spotted him dancing to the EDM pounding its beats and stirring libidos. Waded over to him, look him in the eyes, turned around, and pushed my luscious ass into his crotch. We danced for a bit, his hands eventually sliding across my stomach and into my speedos. I tugged my speedos down, exposing my ass and he opened up his shorts, pulling out his magnificent python. I trapped his shaft between my ass cheecks as we danced some more. Eventually his cock head was knocking at my hole. He wanted to fuck and I wanted him to fuck me. Minutes later we were in my room. Making out, his naked body on mines, I pulled out some Magnums and lube. I gave him an achingly slow blowjob and hit took all my will power to not gag on his powerful cock as he slid it down my throat and held it there for what felt like an eternity. After he became fully hard, he proceeded to massage his dick while lubimg my hole with two, then three fingers in me. He pulled himself up and spead my legs wide. He slowly pushed his massive cock in my hole. It hurt a bit, but I was pretty loose from the previous fucks the past couple of days. I put my hand on his hip and asked him to put a condom on first before we fuck. He slid it in even further and told me he wanted to feel my raw hole for a bit. He then pushed it in balls deep, slid it out half way, and slid it back in. I gasped in enjoyment and the thought of protected sex totally escaped my mind. He proceeded to fuck me, dominate me, use me. He called me a slut, a whore, his bitch, bending and tossing me in different positions. I ended up on top, riding him like a possessed, cock hungry, slut. His dick was buried deep in me, past my second ring in my sex hole, grinding away. He warned me that he was about to nut but I keep going. He uttered profanities and grunted. I felt his hot essence spreading deep in me. I was so hypnotized by his sex that I didn't care that he could me possibly be loading me up with poz cum. We fucked for several more hours. It was so good that he made me cum like a split-tailed bitch by working his immense dick on my p-spot. In all, he unloaded his plum sized balls in me at least five times. After his final orgasm, he stood up, dressed, and left without a word. Come to think of it, the name he gave me was probably false. I laid in bed, sore, my anus swollen and gaping, his cum leaking out of me like a cheap whore. A few months after returning from my vacation, I got my quarterly STI test, I'm (still) negative, but if I ever ran into Corporal "Dwayne", USMC again, told me he was poz, and wants to tear my hole up, my pants would drop in an instant.

Need to be pinned down, my panties yanked aside and my cunt bred.

Reporting from IML on felchingpisser.blogspot.com.

I love being told what position to get into even if its uncomfortable to me. The fact that my top is fuking me and using me the way he want is.. wow so hot. I am submissive and fem when I fuck so like my legs together and apart in doggy. However I will generally start with them apart. Has he had you put feet and knees together while in missionary? The same sort of control is available there too.

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PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

I'm 47, still neg, and have been barefucking as a top for close to 10 yrs. I love to fuck and couldn't get enough of the feeling of a guys tight asslips wrapped around my cock as I'm pumping my cum into his butt. On occasion I'd flip for the right guy and we'll fuck one another until we both pass out. I hadn't been a chaser and up until a couple of years ago, always had a poz or unknown partner wrapped, just in case. That changed after a couple of very educational encounters. One involved a friend who has been poz for close to 15 yrs. He's African-American, 44, 5'9", 170, nice solid build. He's also got one of the most beautiful hairless butts I have ever seen, along with an amazing 9X6 cock that leaks an endless supply of precum. We started as massage partners about two years ago. A good massage exchange on the weekends to deal with the stress from work and just enjoy each others company. We slowly started to include sex when we got together, especially as we are always nude during the massages. During one of our sessions, I was faced down on a futon and he was sitting on my upper thighs while leaning over and working on my upper back. He would usually be sitting on my butt during this, and now I could feel his cock bouncing and riding along my ass crack each time he leaned into my upper back. I was already very relaxed from the body work he had done and was now caught-up with the sensation of his cock riding on my butt. He worked his oiled hands down my back to my ass. He added more oil while he worked on my butt cheeks, constantly sliding his fingers into my crack and teasing my hole. I noticed that he never scooted back from his position on my upper legs so his cock was also getting involved with the oil, sliding through my crack and across my ass. By now I'm in complete surrender to him. He's working my ass and I can feel him poking and stretching my hole with both his fingers and the head of his cock. (Let me tell you now that he's fucked me before but always with a condom.) I relaxed my ass as much as possible (he is a big guy!) and felt him push just his cockhead back and forth through my hole a few times. (I had just gotten into poppers and found that I become very relaxed and desperately horny to get fucked when I use them.) I caught-up with his momentum, pushed up against him on his in stroke and felt about 3 or 4 inches enter me. He got the hint and slid his dick all of the way in. He started slowly fucking me and I reached back to feel and squeeze his cock and ball sack as he fucked my ass. Yeah. no condom... That thought passed away after two seconds and from then on all that mattered was my flexing my ass muscles to milk that cock. I reached back and pulled him as deep as possible into me. He started growling as he fucked me, I pulled my knees in and kept one hand on his ass and the other massaging his nuts and throbbing cock as it passed in and out of my ass. I could feel his cock starting to thicken as he pounded me faster and harder. I squeezed my ass as tight as possible and felt him start to pull out. I grabbed his ass again, pulled him against me and felt his cock pump his cum into my ass. I was overwhelmed with the whole effect of the poppers and getting fucked raw. No doubts, just unbelievable sex. Since then, we've both been going raw and I'm taking his load much more often then he's been taking mine. I've gone from being a vers/top to almost completely raw bottom. I don't deal with condoms any longer and don't miss them.

I was cruising at a Porn Shop and locked eyes with this cute guy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young - probably 21 at the oldest. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” My bluntness took him by surprise, but his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The Guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of dudes loitered in the hall and stared at us insolently. I walked over to a Glory-Hole booth. The Youth followed me. I told the Kid to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young guys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No.” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I kissed him on the Lips and licked his Nips till he was moaning. I undid his jeans. His hard Cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held Poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothes. His eyes popped when he spied my massive Meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my Rod. Another Dick popped through the Glory Hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He was reluctant so I gave him another hit of Poppers. He took It down his hungry throat. ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and Married Guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his Ass. He moaned. I doused his Crack with Lubricant and rubbed my Cock against it. Slowly I pushed in. The Cock at the wall spasmed, and he coughed a little. He’d swallowed his first Load. Another Cock came his way. He showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his Ass and plunged into his Pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to pull off. I speared his Cunt and pumped my Deadly Jizm up his Rectal Cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one Load of Venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total Pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out. I spotted just whom I was looking for—Rod, a POZ black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his Infected Shaft and slid It in the guy. I whispered to the Neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the Fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the Large Black POZ Cock up his Mancunt and a Dick of unknown Status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be Tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the Club. The Youth had stayed till 3 AM and taken 8 Loads up the Ass and a dozen down his throat. Welcome to the Club, Buddy!