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Chapter 15: Afterglow Marc and I laid cuddled together in bed when he started crying. I said what's wrong babe? He said he was so happy that we finally got to fuck each other. I corrected him by saying breed each other. He smiled and said yes. I asked him if me being toxic was an issue. He said only partially, as it was a shock to him. He reminded me that it wasn't that long ago we were simply skinny dipping, jacking and sucking each other off, and now we were breeding each other. I told Marc that was interesting as he was the one that started our experimental stages, and I always considered him to be more sexually adventurous than me. He laughed and said yea, especially since I took your poz seed once tonight, and want to take more. I asked him why. Marc said he had never known anyone who had HIV before, but besides making me a piggy guy, I was still myself. He said in fact it was a turn on that becoming poz made me into a pig. I oinked at Marc and gave him a deep kiss. He said tell me what it's like to be poz. I told him it was rough at first. The fuck flu kicked my ass, but my step dad was there to help me through it. He was shocked when I told him my stepdad kept pumping his toxic seed in me while I had the flu. Although Marc's cock was semi hard while I was playing with his nips, he suddenly became fully erect. Marc asked me what I thought about my step dad being the one to gift me. I said that he wasn't my dad by birth, but my real dad was also positive, and they both seeded me recently. With that Marc said he needed to unload in my ass. Of course I obliged. Marc was a machine this time fucking me harder and faster that I ever imagined he would. It wasn't anything romantic, just pure primal sex. As I felt his cock pulsing in me, he blurted out take what could be my last negative load!

Even though my ass is the part of my body that gives me the most fun I do like my cock.

Part 11 The next morning I was woken up by the sound of the cleaners coming along the corridor with their trolleys. I had decided I really needed a lie in and rolled out of bed to put the "Do not Disturb" sign on my door. I had forgotten that I was naked with a semi-stiff cock and when I opened the door I was taken by surprise. One of the cleaners, a good looking young guy with dark curly hair, whose name according to his badge was Yusuf, was standing right outside my door, evidently just about to knock. He stepped back as I apologized and showed him the sign I was about to put on the door. He nodded and grinned and, as he did so, I saw that his eyes were on my cock. Before either of us had a chance to do anything, one of his colleagues called him from along the corridor. He grinned at me again, his eyes still on my cock, and then went to join his colleague. I was quite horny now, and contemplated having a quick wank before going back to sleep. I've always loved wanking, ever since I first discovered how to do it. I love playing with my cock, stroking it and then rubbing my balls and fingering my arsehole, before wanking harder and shooting a nice big load of cum all over myself. However, I decided to save my load and hopefully shoot it up a nice tight arse later in the day and rolled over in bed and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, feeling refreshed and very hungry. I knew I had missed breakfast, but I had spotted a bakery near our hotel which, as well as selling bread and cakes, served filled rolls and tea and coffee and I was planning to have breakfast there. I ordered myself a very nice breakfast and took my time over it. As I ordered myself another coffee, I noticed that one of the guys sitting a few tables away was looking at me. As I turned round, he looked away quickly, but I had noticed him looking at me earlier, and I had the feeling he might be cruising me. He was a big guy, dark haired and dressed in a high-viz jacket, jeans and work boots and he was having breakfast with another guy who was dressed the same way. I guessed they had been working during the night and were now having breakfast at the end of their shift, and just then the other guy finished his coffee and got up. They shook hands and the other guy left. I looked discreetly over at the dark haired guy and once again he was looking over at me. A short time later he got up to leave and I assumed that meant that nothing was going to happen, but he looked directly at me and, with the slightest movement of his head, motioned to me to follow him. I paid my bill and followed him at a discreet distance, my cock already getting hard in my pants, as he crossed the road and made his way down a side street. A short time later, he looked over his shoulder and slipped through a gap in the boarding into the grounds of a big disused office block. I followed him through the gap and at first I couldn't see where he had gone, then I noticed he had gone down a stairwell which appeared to lead into a disused underground car park. He was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and, as I joined him, he pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and began to play with his cock, which was already getting hard. I wasted no time in going down on him and soon I was sucking his cock. His cock tasted of sweat and piss, which just made things even hornier. I sucked him for a while and then, without any warning, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and pushed his hairy arse into my face. I love it when guys do that without even asking, and wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up his hairy arsehole. I could tell he had been working all night, as his hole was sweaty and more than a little funky, but I didn't care, and pushed my tongue as far up him as I could. He was wanking himself as I licked his arse and after a while he turned round and pushed his cock back into my mouth. As I bent forward to suck him again, his hand reached round and he began to finger my arse. I moved round to give him better access and he wet his finger and pushed it up my hole. I let him finger me for a while and then I turned around and leaned against the wall, pushing my arse out. I pulled my cheeks apart and looked over my shoulder, "Fuck me, you dirty bastard!" He spat on my hole a couple of times and then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. He didn't mess about - he went right up me in one and began to fuck. I couldn't think of a better way to start my last full day in Berlin than being fucked bareback by a total stranger who hadn't even spoken to me in a dirty stairwell that was covered in graffiti and smelt strongly of piss! He was thrusting hard up my arse now and I knew it would not be long before I was taking my first load of the day. He began to thrust even harder and then he pushed his cock right up me and held it there, and I knew I was being pumped full of cum. When he finished, he pulled out, tucked his cock back into his pants and left without saying a word. I made my way back to the hotel, once more enjoying the sensation of a nice cum-filled arse. I was very much in the mood to take thing easy today, and I wasn't due to meet up with the others until the evening, when we were all meeting up in a restaurant near the hotel. I ordered myself a drink in the hotel bar and took it up to my room. As I walked along the corridor to my room, the door to one of the neighbouring rooms opened and a good looking young woman came out. As I passed the door, I saw Robert standing there in just a T-shirt. His cock was hanging semi-stiff and it was not hard to guess what had just taken place. It seemed that Robert was making the most of being away from his girlfriend and children. I went into my room, stripped down to my pants and laid down on the bed. Soon I was scrolling through a couple of the apps and got talking to a guy I had chatted to a few times before I arrived in Berlin. Christian was a few years older than me and had told me he worked for a law firm in Berlin. He was blond, with glasses and was quite nerdy looking, which always turns me on and had lived with his partner for five years. A couple of years ago he had tested positive for HIV. His partner had tested negative and was still negative, so they had always used condoms since his diagnosis. He told me that he totally respected his partner's wishes, but desperately wanted to fuck without a condom. He hadn't cheated on his partner yet, but was getting more and more tempted. I had told him he could fuck me any time and as we chatted now, he told me that he wanted to come to my hotel and fuck. He also told me he had come off his meds a few months before and hadn't told his partner. I told him it didn't make any difference to me - I wasn't on meds either and he couldn't give me anything I didn't already have. After a short hesitation, he agreed to meet with me and told me he would be with me in about half an hour. I told him I already had a load up my arse and that seemed to turn him on even more. A short time later I met Christian in the hotel bar and we had a drink together. He seemed a bit nervous, but as we chatted, he relaxed a bit. His English was excellent, and he told me how horny he was and how much he wanted to fuck me, and asked me if I was really going to let him do it without a condom. I could see that talking about it was turning him on and I told him that I wanted to feel his bare cock in my arse and would not make him wear a condom. He asked if he could cum in me and I told him he could shoot as much dirty cum up me as he wanted, and I would take it all. A short time later we were in my hotel room, kissing each other and pulling each other's clothes off. Christian had a really nice big thick cock and he sighed as I took hold of it and wanked it a couple of times before taking it i my mouth and sucking him. He moaned as I sucked him and then moved down to lick his balls. A short time later he was kneeling up on the bed and my tongue was up his arse. We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then I knelt up on the bed and told him to fuck me. He grinned and reached into the pocket of his jacket, producing a little sachet of lube and, somewhat to my surprise, a condom. He passed me the lube, and I rubbed some into my arse, watching with interest as he opened the condom packet and rolled the condom onto his cock. I wasn't sure quite what he had in mind, but decided to go with it as he positioned himself behind me and pushed his condom-clad cock slowly right up my arse. I hadn't been fucked with a condom for quite a while, but I guessed he was acting out a fantasy and I was really turned on. I let him fuck me for a while and then I asked him if he was wearing a condom. "Oh yes, of course!" he said "I must always wear a condom!" "But you want to take it off, don't you?" I said as he thrust harder up my arse. "Oh!" he moaned "Oh, yes, yes! I want to take it off!" "Do it!" I said, "Take off your condom, fuck me bareback!" He groaned "Oh, I want to!" "Take it off!" "Oh fuck!" He pulled out my arse and I heard the sound of him snapping off the condom. He threw it right across the room and within seconds he was back up my arse and fucking me harder than he had before. "Oh fuck!" he groaned again "Oh fuck!" "This is how you want to fuck your boyfriend, isn't it?" I said He groaned and kept thrusting up my arse. "You want to fuck him without a condom, don't you?" "Oh yes, yes!" "You want to give him HIV!" He moaned something very quietly and starting thrusting up me even harder. "You want to give him HIV, don't you?" I said again "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he was almost shouting now. "I want to! I want to!" I could tell he was really close now. "Do it!" I said, "Do it now - get him pregnant - give him a fucking baby!" He was starting to cum now "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he moaned "I do it! I do it now!" I don't know if I have ever had anyone cum up me as noisily and as heavily as Christian did! It felt like he was never going to stop squirting his dirty cum into my arse - he was shaking as he thrust up me again and again. He was moaning in German now, and I guessed he was telling his boyfriend how much he wanted to poz him up. Christian was almost crying when he pulled out my arse. He pulled me towards him, kissed me and said "Thank you!" We showered together and then went down to the bar for another drink. Christian was much calmer now and he said he would think about what he was going to do. He didn't want to lose his partner, but he also didn't want to go on as he was. I told him he could talk to me any time and we swapped contact details. After a while he looked at his watch and said he had better get back to his partner. I told him to keep in touch and let me know what he decided to do. I was feeling quite chilled now and decided to stay in the bar and order myself another drink. As I was finishing my drink, Jamal came in and joined me, asking if he could buy me a drink. I didn't really know Jamal at all, and he was probably the one in the group I had spoken to least during our time in Berlin. He was a very good looking black guy, and I had heard him say that he would be 30 in a few months time. Jamal went to the bar and came back with a couple of drinks and I asked him how he was enjoying Berlin. He grinned and said he was loving it and I said I was too. Jamal was quite easy to talk to and soon he was telling me about his girlfriend, adding that she would kill him if she ever found out what he had been up to in Berlin! Half way through our second drink, Jamal leaned forward and asked me if he could ask me something, adding that it was something about me being gay. Somewhat surprised, I said he could ask me anything he wanted. He was silent for a moment and then he said "It's......err....well.....it's about rimming." I was intrigued - I don't know what I had thought he was going to ask me, but I certainly had not expected this. "I'm just curious," Jamal said "You see, my brother's girlfriend does it for him and he fucking loves it!" I nodded "I'd really love to try it." Jamal added "but my girlfriend won't go for it." "Have you asked her?" I said curiously. "Well," he said "Not exactly, but I know she won't do it." "Are you asking me to do it?" "No!" Jamal looked genuinely horrified, "I wouldn't ask something like that! I would never presume!" "Sorry," I said with a grin. Jamal grinned back. "No worries!" We chatted for a bit longer and then Jamal said, "Just for the record - what would you have said if I had asked you?" "Just for the record?" I asked. Jamal nodded and I leaned forward and whispered the answer in his ear. "Really?" he asked I nodded. A few minutes later we were in the lift. Jamal was silent as we made our way to my room. "How do you....err..... want to.......you know?" I suggested he take off his trousers and pants and kneel up on the bed. Even now I wasn't really sure he was going to go through with it, but he nodded and unbuckled his belt. I watched as he took off his trainers and then pulled down his trousers and pants, revealing his long, thick cock. He didn't look at me as he knelt up on the bed in just his T-shirt and socks. There was no doubt about it, Jamal had a very fit arse and I moved in behind him and gently pulled his cheeks apart. Jamal didn't resist as I leaned forward and began to gently lick his arsehole. He moaned "Mmm, that feels good!" and I licked his hole again, pushing my tongue right in there. He was moaning softly as I started licking his hole and he didn't resist when I moved down to lick the back of his hairy balls. I alternated between licking his balls and pushing my tongue up his arsehole as he gave little moans and began to push his arse gently back into my face. He was playing with himself now and after a while he moaned "Oh fuck, I can't take any more!" I stopped licking him and he rolled over onto his back. His big, thick cock was rock hard now and he took hold of it. He looked at me and I looked back at him. Slowly I moved forward and bent forward, taking the head of his cock into my mouth. He didn't stop me and I began to suck his cock. It wasn't long before his breathing got heavier and then I felt the head of his cock swelling in my mouth as he pumped load after load of straight guy cum into my mouth. Jamal looked rather sheepish as he pulled on his pants. "Thank you," he said "that was awesome!" "Any time!" I said He looked at me. "No one's going to know about this?" I reassured him and he grinned at me and said he had better go as he was meeting Robert and Jamie for drinks. I was now feeling very relaxed. I had enjoyed every minute of the day so far. I had been well fucked twice and taken two loads up my arse and one in my mouth - and I felt that my cunt had been well and truly re-charged by Christian. I was also feeling extra horny - I had not yet cum and I felt ready to shoot what I knew would be one of the most toxic loads I had ever shot. I had been warned (again) about my "dangerously high" viral load before I left London, and I was fairly sure that my encounters in Berlin so far had probably made me even more toxic than I was when I arrived. I decided to walk down the road to the garage and get myself a few more beers. On my way back up the road, I saw a figure up ahead. It was the ginger guy from the airport and, for the first time since we arrived, he was on his own. I couldn't help admiring once more the way his fit arse filled out his jeans as I caught him up. He turned round as I approached, and I smiled at him. "I'm Lee," I said. He reddened slightly and said "Oh, err........I'm Ben." "Hi Ben," I said with a grin. I asked him where his partner was, and he looked over his shoulder nervously and said his partner had stayed on in town to do some more shopping but wouldn't be long. I knew it was now or never, so I asked him if he was up for coming back to my hotel. I noticed his eyes were straying to the front of my trousers, where my cock was now starting to make it's presence felt and, after a brief hesitation, he nodded. "I don't have long," he said, his face reddening. I nodded and we walked the short distance to my hotel together. I didn't want to waste time taking him up to my room and instead led him into a passage just off the reception area where I new there was a toilet for customers of the restaurant and bar. I was fairly sure the bar would be pretty quiet at this time of the afternoon, and I used my room card to get through the door and led him into the toilet. The cubicles were tiled and had a thick door which reached right down to the ground, and he grinned as I entered one of them and motioned to him to follow me. A few seconds later we were kissing and I could feel his hard cock in his jeans pressing against me as we kissed. He broke off and sat down on the toilet, unbuckling my belt and pulling my trousers and pants down to my knees. My cock was hard and he wasted no time in taking it into his mouth. He sucked me really well and it was not long before I was getting close. The last thing I wanted was to cum too soon so I motioned to him to change places and soon I was sucking his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed as I continued to suck him. I sucked him for a bit longer and then motioned to him to bend over the toilet. I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. He pulled his jeans and his white Calvin Klein pants right down and bent over the toilet. I now had the chance to do what I had wanted to do ever since I first saw him at the airport in London. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his ginger hole. His arse was smooth, with just a few hairs round his hole and I licked all around it and then pushed my tongue into his hole again. He moaned as I continued to lick him and then I stood up and began to finger his hole. I opened a small sachet of lube and began to rub some into his arse. He groaned, "Oh fuck!" I lubed him up and then positioned myself behind him. He looked over his shoulder anxiously "No, wait!" "We have to use a condom!" he said. I could hear the panic in his voice. "I can't......" I was pushing the head of my cock against his hole now. "I can't......" he moaned. "Really, I can't! Not without a condom!" I was pushing the head of my cock into his arse now. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear "Let me just slip it in!" He gave a little whimper as the head of my cock penetrated his arse, but he didn't resist. He bent forward as I pushed more of my cock into his arse, and I knew now that he wasn't going to stop me. "Oh fuck!" he moaned softly, "Oh fuck, we shouldn't be doing this!" His hole was incredibly tight and it was all I could do not to shoot my load straight up him. I began to fuck him, slowly at first, enjoying every minute of being up this guy's tight ginger arse. He was still giving little moans as I began to fuck him harder. We were both really into the fuck now - I had wanted to fuck him ever since I first saw him and, now that he had given into temptation and let me fuck him without a condom, I could tell that he too was enjoying every minute of it. He bent further forward, moaning softly as I began to fuck him even harder - and he pushed his fit arse back onto my cock as he leaned against the wall with his right hand and wanked himself off with his left. I was getting very close now and, just at that moment, I instinctively knew that I was going to knock this guy up. It was too late to stop now, even if I had wanted to, and I pushed right up him and began to squirt what felt like a massive load right into his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming and when I had finally finished I pulled out and he stood up. We were both out of breath, and he mopped his brow with his T-shirt and then took hold of his cock. He stroked it a few times and then shot a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He bent forward to pull up his pants and the he kissed me. "I'd better go," he whispered. I nodded and he kissed me again and then left the cubicle, unaware that I had just deposited a little gift inside him for him to take back to his partner. A few hours later I had joined the others and was enjoying a really good meal in an Indian restaurant. All the lads were in good spirits and, once again, the alcohol was flowing. Jamal was in a really good mood and a couple of times he winked at me when no one was looking. Neil and Lewis were also on good form and both had already consumed quite a lot of alcohol. Somewhat against my better judgement, I had agreed to take Neil to a gay club with a very active dark room later that night, and Lewis had asked if he could come too. Neil was already more than a bit drunk and I couldn't help wondering just what might happen in the club.

So, last night I was on Grindr, looking at the same profiles and pics when I get a message from someone new. Basically a blank profile…says 27 yo, 6’ ft, 205 lbs, muscular. He sends me a pic (super hot Latino guy) along with ‘How’s it going?’. I’m 54, 6’, 175, 8x5.5 cut, poz/undetectable - all of which is in my profile. I answer nicely, not thinking much of it. (Honestly, he’s way out of my league.) He asks for a pic. I open my private pics and send a recent face pic. Again, thinking this will go nowhere. I tell him I’m open and love to fuck and that I’m a top. He says “Woof! Would love feel your big thick cock balls deep in me. I'd be ass up face down in a jock and socks & let you use me how you please sir.” Then he immediately says “Bottom here like to get fucked and flooded - Role play can be hot - Dad son” We work out that he wants to host and I want to travel. He sends his address and asks for a little time to rinse and prepare. I say sure…still sceptical. Then he asks “Mind sending a video of you waving or showing me your cock so I know you're real.” This of course throws up red flags, but I send over a quick video. I tell him I’m ready to leave and ask for the details. He sends over his address but asks for 5-10 more minutes. Again, I think this is not going to happen. Ultimately, he says to come over at 12:30, street park, and text when parked. I agree. I head over. The address is for a small apartment building, and he didn’t give me the apartment number. So when I get there I text him, “now what?” I’m still thinking he’s going to flake, but he texts me his apartment number and says ignore the mess, he just moved in. Originally he wanted an anon scene where I walk in on him face down, but when I get to the door, it’s locked. He then opens the door and walks me into his small apartment. He’s hot as hell…hotter than his pics. Muscles everywhere, a few tattoos, in a jockstrap. He was right, there are boxes all over the dark apartment , but I’m not there to judge his furnishings, I’m there to fuck. We get to the bedroom and he has to put his small dog in the bathroom. I begin to undress and he assumes his position on the bed. Luckily I brought lube and get myself to attention as I slide a finger into his very tight ass. I slowly slide my dick into him letting him get used to it and I hear him moan with pleasure. I begin to slowly fuck him and he’s moaning and grinding his ass on my cock. In general it takes me a while to cum, so after about 30 minutes, I could tell I was about to pop. I pick up the pace and plunge my cock to the hilt up his tight muscled ass. Finally, I blow my load up him and collapse on his back in a pile of sweat. We lay there a little while, but finally, I pull out and begin to clean up, dress and gather my things. Then he points to a bed next to him that is blocked with some sheets and says, my son is sleeping there, but don’t worry, he’s deaf. I’m a bit confused which I’m sure showed on my face. As I go toward the door, he turns on a light and shows me a picture of him and his kids hanging on his wall. This hot Latin muscle bottom that I just fucked is a real daddy with little kids. We exchanged pleasantries and then I left. My mind is still racing from the whole scene. When I got home, he had sent me a Grinr message saying “Pleasure taking your poz load sir. Thank you for coming to pump me.” And he lists his phone number.

When I was younger, I used to be more like this guy you described. I was so turned on by taking POZ loads that I would seek out + guys and beg for them to breed me for their status. I still love getting seeded by a poz guy more than anything but over time I’ve learned to be less of a dick about it. It took a couple hard conversations from guys like you who mentioned the same things you did here for me to put the person on the other side of the cock before my own needs. I don’t bring up my bugchasing in conversation anymore unless the other guy leads in with it or asks about my fetishes. @ErosWired I’m grateful you’re still here. ❤️ I grieve the men before us who passed before their time.

Part 2 “Beautiful pussy,” he groaned. “Daddy’s gotta piss and it would be nice to see how fucked up you get if I filled you with my chem piss. Would you like that boy?” “Yes, please,” I said, still leaning forward for another kiss, but he pulled away and grabbed my face. He spit on my face and licked me roughly as I moaned, his other hand rubbing the shards into my hole as my body twitched from the burn. I loved how he fingered my pussy. “I didn’t tell the guys coming over you’re gonna be full of piss, but I want you to hold it in as long as you can for Daddy, alright, slut?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good boy.” And right there on the bed, he grabbed a small funnel still greasy and stained from the last time he used it. “Lift your legs up.” With my ass completely over my body, he greased the funnel in chem lube before driving it down. He stood above me, holding the funnel in place as, slowly but surely, a dark yellow liquid trickled out of his sweaty dick and into the funnel. He pissed more than my ass could hold in at once, so a bunch of piss splashed onto my body, mixing with the oils and getting onto his bed. He didn’t care. He stopped himself and continued several times to make sure as much piss went into my hole as possible. After he was done, he held me like that there for a minute. “Hold it in, boy. Hold it in.” I clenched my ass, letting the piss drain into me and waiting for the chem piss to eventually hit me. Daddy Tony used heavily, so I knew there was tons of T in my hole right now, mixed with his dirty piss and cum. When he was sure, he slipped the funnel out and put his finger back in. He started fucking it roughly, piss splashing out even as I tried to hold it in. I moaned, my insides already feeling so full and rocked even harder by the pressure of his finger, which viciously jabbed into me like a pogo stick. His eyes were glued to my hole, pleased at the sight of his thick, wrinkled finger jamming into my perfectly smooth cunt, piss splashing out every time he suddenly ripped it out. We heard a knock on the door. Daddy Tony withdrew his finger and went to get the door. They exchanged a brief “hey” as the man walked into view, a rugged looking Latino man in maybe his 50s or 60s with a tan, leathery face. Even in the dark, I could tell he had a deep tan. He was around 6’ tall and was dressed in a polo, dark wash jeans, and loafers. He had frizzy gray hair with a busy goatee. He had a slender build overall, but I could see the veins and muscles on his arms. He took off his shades as he looked at me, unzipping his pants. I saw on his wrist what looked like an expensive watch and, unmistakenly, a wedding band. He signaled for me to turn around, and I got on all fours, aiming my leaking hole towards him. Daddy Tony crawled onto the bed, cradling my face against his drenched wife-beater, looking straight at the guest. “You party?” he asked. “No, but you guys can,” he said in a deep, unemotional voice. “He already fucked up?” “Yeah.” “Used?” “Yeah, just filled him myself,” Daddy Tony said matter-of-factly. Sometimes you don’t know how men would react, especially married guys who don’t want to be covered in filth and dipping their dicks into cum-filled holes, but the guy just licked his lips and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” The married man kicked off his jeans and loafers and pulled off his polo. He had just a layer of white fuzz on his chest framed by a gold chain. His legs were sculpted and insanely muscular, his calves jutting out like solid rocks. I was getting so turned on; I would’ve fucked anyone Daddy Tony invited, but this john happened to be everything I loved in a man: strong, older, seedy, and married. He crawled on the bed like a predator, wincing at the cold wetness. “Why the fuck is it wet?” he asked, a little annoyed. “I pissed on the boy and inside him,” Daddy Tony said. “Hah! So he’s still got piss inside him?” “Yeah. My chem piss,” Daddy Tony said proudly. During the entire exchange, Daddy Tony never looked at me, only at the guest, whose name we never found out but we’ll refer to him as John. “Fuck, those pictures didn’t lie,” John said excitedly. “Really nasty fucking whore like you said.” He ran his cold, leathery hands over my body, his fingers thinner but more firm. “Hell, yeah. You got the cash?” “Yeah. You got change?” John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a $20 bill from his wallet. “Only got a couple singles lying around,” Daddy Tony responded, to which John just shrugged. “You guys got anything other than T then? I’ll toss an extra 40 if you got any rock.” “I actually do,” Daddy Tony grinned. He looked down at me. I had my neck craned, just looking at John #1, who returned my eye contact and grinned. He massaged my oily sweaty body with his hands. Before Daddy Tony went to fetch the drugs, he grabbed my chin to face him, his face contorted with a sadistic anger as he spit on me roughly and licked my cheeks and nose all over. “Your only job is to please him,” he commanded. “You got that, slut?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy.” He fetched a blackened crack pipe and filled it with rock and a lighter as I was left alone on the bed with John #1. I had yet to feel the heat of the man’s body, as he still fondled and groped me from a distance, just sliding his rough hands around my body as he sighed. “Fucking nasty boy,” John #1 whispered with pleasure. At this point, the chem piss and the G had hit me with full force, and the whole room felt distorted once again. I felt this intense heat and lust, as his hands gave me goosebumps all over. His hands felt so good, and I could feel the cold sting of his wedding band as he massaged me. Unbelievably spun, I lightly writhed as he tweaked my nipples and ran his hands down my sides and massaged my pelvis. He inched closer and pressed his body against my back, his warm dry body, rough skin, and solid muscles feeling so good against my smooth, slippery skin. I could smell his musk behind a small hint of cologne, which may have been overwhelmed by the stink of piss, sweat, and whatever else. He took a break from massaging me as Daddy Tony handed him the pipe and got back on the bed. He then grabbed the tina pipe that still had quite a bit left, pressed it to my lips, and flicked his lighter. We both watched again as the clouds slowly began to swirl, and Daddy Tony rolled the pipe as I started to inhale. He kept it up, making sure I took a massive hit. High out of my mind, I was mesmerized by the swirling clouds and focused just on getting as much as possible. When he removed the pipe, Daddy Tony leaned in for a shotgun, and thick swirls of vapor encircled us as we kissed. I could smell the distinct sour smell of the crack as John #1 blew wisps of smoke on my face. “Oh, fuckkk man,” he groaned out of pleasure. “Been a fucking while since I’ve smoked rock.” He hit the pipe again, and this time shotgun it to me as Daddy Tony took a hit of T himself. John #1 kissed passionately and had a more bony feel, his tongue more pointed than Daddy Tony’s. Just as he saw the crack smoke escape my mouth, Daddy Tony grabbed my head and shotgunned a massive hit that I struggled to take in. It was so heavy that clouds overflowed between our mouths, and I coughed out thick white puffs. “Ohhh yeah, little tweaker slut!” John #1 grinned. “Fuck, such a dirty little boy. I love a nasty little slut boy.” “I love horny daddies, especially married ones,” I whispered back. Daddy Tony grinned as John #1 chuckled and leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed me softly this time, lovingly. I could feel the white hairs of his beard and light mustache tickling me as we slurped. He ran his hands all over me, and I could feel Daddy Tony tweaking my nipples. Sandwiched between the two men, I was in heaven, with John #1’s warm naked body against mine while I rested my on Daddy Tony’s stomach. I could feel Daddy Tony’s socks rub against my legs as my small, dirty feet brushed against John’s much bigger feet. I could feel his long toenails and the bony tops of his feet. “What do you like about married men, boy?” John asked. “The boy’s married too,” Daddy Tony said with a chuckle. “Wow. How old are you?” “19,” I answered. “I married at 18.” “No fucking way,” John said in disbelief. “And does the lucky man know you’re here?” “Nope,” I said with a mischievous smirk. John licked his lips and leaned in for another kiss. I groaned, feeling an intense intimacy with the man. He kissed me the way my husband did after we got hitched. “One second,” Daddy Tony said, presumably feeling slighted at the sight. I looked over and he grabbed my face. “Open up,” he ordered. I did as told and he spat roughly into my mouth….then again, and a third time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John whisper behind me he reached into my jockstrap and fondled my balls. His other hand tweaked my nipples as he watched Daddy Tony fill my mouth with his spit. “Now kiss him, faggot,” Daddy Tony demanded. I arched my neck back to John, who eagerly planted his lips onto mine, a combination of all of our spit speckling his mustache and dripping down our chins. “Babyyy,” the older man groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a young slut like you… and to know you’re married to another man. Is he an older guy?” “Yeah,” I responded. “White daddies are my favorite.” “Yeah?” he echoed with perverse sweetness as his hand slipped past my balls to my hole, one finger circling my pussy lips. “Fuck…so sloppy and smooth. A thousand times better than my wife’s pussy.” “And you can fucking wreck him and use him in ways I bet you can’t with your wife,” Daddy Tony said, and the two men shared a fraternal smile. “You can fuck him however you want. Degrade him and hurt him.” I looked at Daddy Tony hungrily as he said that, and he smiled back at me before grabbing me and shoving me on his soft dick. It was completely limp, especially after one nut and all the drugs, but it was so wet and sticky from sweat and cum. I basked in the stench of his pubes, pulling back to spit on his cock before putting his cock in my mouth and slurping again. I relished his intoxicating manstink as I slurped his dick affectionately. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John say behind me as he inserted a finger into my hole. A good amount of chem piss came out with his finger, continuing to drip down my leg, staining the sheets below. The strong smell of stale chem piss wafted through his room, mixing with all the other odors. The piss startled him, but he re-inserted his finger, moving it around as he felt all the warm liquid inside. “He’s got my piss, cum, chem lube, and a couple booty bumps up there,” Daddy Tony said proudly. “You sure you’re not worried about your wife smelling you at home?” “Hah! Fuck that bitch,” John spat, suddenly fingering me more aggressively. “She spends my money and isn’t even worth a fuck anymore. Our sons are already in their 30s and I crash there if I need to.” Daddy Tony’s dick slipped out of my mouth in surprise. “Wow, older than me,” I said. “Oh yeah, boy,” John laughed as he licked his lips at the piss splashing out of my hole as he jammed a second finger in and started roughly fucking me. I began moaning loudly at the sudden intrusion, unable to hold onto the chem piss. “Shut the FUCK up,” Daddy Tony snarled, grabbing my hair and shoving my face back onto his dick. “Suck my dick, you stupid fucking slut!” “Bet the fucking faggot would wanna fuck my boys too,” John laughed. “You see how excited he looked? Fuck, I’d disown my boys if they were little tweaker faggots like him. Fucking filled with piss and taking raw cock from men my age? I bet your parents would do the same, if they haven’t already, huh boy?” As he spoke, I felt his dick line up against my hole. “Fuck, yeah,” Daddy purred, putting the poppers underneath my nose again. “Look at me, bitch!” I gazed up at him, his cock still in my dick as he squeezed the bottle of poppers under my nose and didn’t remove it even after 3-4 inhales from one nostril. My whole body loosened, and I was hit with an insatiable need for cock. I wasn’t done, though. Daddy Tony moved to the other nostril and made me huff until I couldn’t even say my name, barely even noticing as John’s long dick, already erect, poked at my sloppy, dripping, piss-stained cunt. His dick was much longer, maybe over 9” but thinner and solid like a straight rod. He slid in, his head popping in with barely any resistance. It felt amazing; it had been hours since I had Daddy Tony’s cock, and I had been desperate for this feeling. Meanwhile, Daddy Tony’s cock started growing in my mouth as he looked hungrily at the sight of John pushing into me. John pressed my head down on Tony’s dick as he shoved in with one swift motion, eliciting a muffled yelp. “Careful with the fucking teeth, faggot!” Daddy Tony barked, spitting on my face. I tried my best to gape my throat and to stay still while John’s long pole slammed in to the hilt, hitting so deep that I felt an intense ache, especially with the pressure of all the cum and piss already inside me. “FUCKING GOOD pussy,” John roared. “I could get addicted to that ass!” I continued to moan through Daddy Tony’s dick as he began fucking me viciously. I felt it even in my belly button, and I could feel even more piss flooding out of my hole as he rammed in without abandon, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. The bread creaked so hard it felt like it might break underneath us. I was in heaven, spun out of my mind and swimming in Daddy Tony’s musk as his dick hardened and started hitting the back of my throat while John rammed me from behind savagely. “You like that, whore? Suck my fucking dick!” Daddy Tony yelled. “Nasty little homewrecker. Feels so fucking good watching you suck my cock while you make me money with that filthy used up cunt.” I looked at him helplessly as he pulled me off his cock and slapped me with as much force as he could. “Fuck, yeah!” John grunted excitedly from behind. He grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back while he spanked me as hard as he could. “Smack the fucking whore again. Harder this time!” Daddy Tony grinned at the sight of my face, dripping with sweat that began mixing with all the spit, held in place by John just waiting to be slapped. He raised his hand and smacked me as hard as he could, almost sending my head flying out of John’s hand. Totally disoriented, I could see stars, but before I could recover, Daddy Tony slapped me again with just as much force, followed by a quick one. Almost immediately John grabbed me by the throat with his other hand, choking me while Daddy Tony spat in my mouth before standing up and shoving his dick into my throat. He jammed his now hard dick into my throat until I gagged, completely out of breath, snot and spittle flying everywhere. He pulled out, giving me a second to breathe before jamming it back in. The harder I gagged, the harder John pounded, now sliding back in and ramming back in as hard as he can. At this point, there was another knock on the door. Daddy Tony pulled out of my mouth and went to open the door. I couldn’t see who was behind me, but a gruff voice said, “Hey. Here.” There was the exchange of cash and I could hear clothes falling to the floor. “Fucking hot, man,” the guy groaned, rubbing his dick as he watched from the corner of the room. I turned around to see a 6’5” heavy-set man who looked to be in his late 30s with wild curly hair under a black beanie and a disheveled light beard. He was dressed in a plain black T and had a sleeve down his right arm and a tattoo of a cross on his right temple. He wore faded baggy jeans that he unzipped to reveal a 7” uncut cock. He wore no underwear underneath. He kicked off his shoes and stood there in his dirty white socks. John only briefly looked to acknowledge his presence without stopping his onslaught. Walking into the sight of me getting rammed as hard as possible on a filthy piss-stained bed and immediately being exposed to the loud sound of moans and brutal fucking seemed to turn the man on even more. Once again, we never learned his name, so we’ll refer to him as David. “Fuck that slut,” David encouraged from the side of the room as Daddy Tony walked around to the bed and repacked drugs for the group. At this point, John had roped me into a sloppy kiss as he pounded me, whispering to me in between breaths. “Do you love me, baby?” he whispered between breaths. “I love you too, Daddy,” I moaned softly, now fully in the rhythm of John’s rampant thrusts. At this point, David moved over to tweak my nipples while Daddy Tony sat in a seat at his desk filling the pipe, completely unmoved by the fucking. Perhaps motivated by the voyeur, John grabbed my throat, spit on my nose and mouth, and licked it off. Then, for the first time, he raised his left hand, the one still wearing his wedding ring, and slapped me hard across the face while he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. I yelped as the other men cheered in encouragement. “Yeah, baby? You still love me, baby?” John whispered. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned through his fingers. “Yeah? Fucking faggot. Daddy loves violating your worthless cunt. I love cheating on my wife with young pussy but young hot babes won’t put out for an older married man like me. But a nasty little faggot like you is just what I need.” With that, he spanked me hard and looked up at the trucker. "You want him to suck your dick?” “Yeah. Get me hard,” David grunted, sliding his soft filthy dick in my mouth. I felt Daddy Tony loom over me, pulling me off David’s dick after a minute or so just to feed me another big shotgun. Then, poppers again and a dose of maximum impact before being shoved back onto David’s thick uncut cock. The men wasted no time while I was freshly fucked up, with David, who was already getting hard fast, fucking my face mercilessly right away. I gagged loudly as he did, my face leaking from how hard he was using my throat. Only when I almost threw up did he pull me off, with Daddy Tony ready to feed me another big hit. “Fuck, that’s hot,” David groaned. “Look at him all fucked up. How’s that tina taste, boy?” Before I could respond, he rammed his cock down my throat again. Vapor still leaked out of my mouth as he rammed into my mouth, and Daddy Tony laughed. “I gotta piss again. Can I borrow his mouth?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, you gonna piss down his throat?” David asked, excited. “Fucking nasty.” He pulled his dick out and John held my head back as Daddy Tony leaned over, put his now soft dick in my mouth, and unloaded. I guzzled as fast as I could, with piss still dripping down my chin and over the bed as he flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow. His piss was unbelievably bitter and had the distinct metallic tang of chem piss. My stomach churned as he pumped his piss into me, but I got turned on as fuck knowing that it would get me even more high. “Fucking NASTY!” David repeated with excitement. After Daddy Tony was done pissing, I started slurping his dick, and he groaned with pleasure. At this point, the whole bed was soaked with puddles upon puddles of piss. “Disgusting fucking whore,” John grunted. “I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill that cunt with my 4-day load. You want that cum, baby?” I gurgled in response, still slurping Daddy Tony’s dick as John mounted me even higher, ripping me as hard as he can as I felt his dick get even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. He rammed me at a different angle, and I had to drop Daddy Tony’s dick out of my mouth to yelp. “TAKE MY FUCKING SEED, STUPID WHORE!” he roared as he busted in me, and I felt the slightest tinge of warm liquid inside. My whole was completely warm and slippery from his cum when he pulled out, a few drops leaking out. I could tell it was an enormous load. After heaving a few heavy sights from exhaustion, John kissed me deeply while the other two watched on and his dick softened and slipped out. “Thanks for the pussy. Such a good boy,” he whispered affectionately before pushing himself off. “If I had the energy and the time, I’d fuck you again.” “Please… please don’t leave, daddy,” I moaned, earning another kiss from John. “Daddy’s gotta go home to his wife, but he’ll think about destroying your pussy all night, baby.” And with that, he pulled on his clothes and left without even rinsing himself off. As he did, Daddy Tony grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed, enraged. “The fuck was that, boy? You tell another man you love him while I’m right there? Did you forget I’m the one renting you out and giving you drugs, boy?” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I yelped. “Fuck you, slut,” he snarled, spitting on my again before dragging me into the bathroom and throwing me on the floor. His bathroom was small and cramped and was a wreck, with debris everywhere and yellow and brown bathtub. The place looked like a gas station bathroom with a shower. He slapped a towel on the cold linoleum and dragged me on top. David lingered by the door, and Daddy Tony encouraged him to come in. The three of us were cramped in the little dingy bathroom, but it was enough to fuck. “Lay on your back,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and show him your sloppy hole.” I did as ordered, spreading my legs as wide as I can as I laid on the floor. As I did so, Daddy Tony stepped on my face, forcing his piss-soaked dirty black sock in my nose and mouth. I moaned helplessly as he pulled my legs even further apart. David jerked at the doorway, staring at the scene with straight lust. I could only see Daddy Tony’s legs tower over me and a glimpse of his maddened look, his gray beard coated with drying globs of his spit. “You’re just a breeding hole for men,” He said, rubbing his foot into my face. “The only love you’re gonna get from a real man is being used, abused, and degraded for our pleasure, and your job is to love and worship me and any man I rent you out to. But you also deserve to be punished for it, you got me, whore?” “Look at him,” David sneered. “Fucking whore dripping on the bathroom floor. This is what I fucking need.” He crawled in between my legs, and I felt him spit on his cock before sliding his cock in my hole. It was much thicker than John’s, about 7”. I moaned in ecstasy, my hole feeling so empty after the last fuck. “Mmmph!” I tried to scream as David rammed into me without mercy. I could feel his denim rubbing against my hips as cock tore through me, reminding me of how wet and cummy my hole was. He fucked me rough while he choked me, making me cough and gag as I struggled for air. Daddy Tony removed his foot and squatted down shoving his ass into my mouth. “Lick it, whore,” he demanded, and I slurped his rank, hairy ass as hard as I could while trying to ignore the pressure around my neck. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” “Yeah, lick that ass, whore. That’s all you’re good for,” David said excitedly, pumping into me hard. He rammed into me, excited by the sight of me suffocating on Tony’s ass and his unbridled enjoyment of it. Finally, Tony shifted back, moving my head onto his lap, propping me up by my shoulders so I could face David clearly while he perused grindr. Before he was even situated, David eagerly shoved 3 fingers down my throat, gagging me as he impaled me. “I’m gonna hurt you, bitch,” he growled as I looked at him with bulging eyes and dilated pupils, my face covered like a post-bukkake scene from all the spit that dripped everywhere as I licked Daddy Tony’s ass. With that, both of them spit on me at the same time. Right as the spit landed, I felt David’s other hand slap me roughly as he shoved his cock in me. “Fucking pussy’s so wet. Feels so fucking good,” he growled, slapping me again. “And even after all that, it’s tighter than I thought. Fuck! I’m about to cum!” He turned me over on my side, raising my leg as he drilled into me. Unceremoniously, he busted inside me. Breathing heavily, he looked at me, exhausted. He slapped me one more time gently before getting up, zipping his pants, and leaving without a word. “Leave the door unlocked!” Daddy Tony called. “There’s a guy in the lobby waiting to come up.” It was unusual for Daddy Tony to leave the door unlocked, but I'd soon find out why. Now with 3 loads in my hole, Daddy Tony pulled me over him and slid his hard dick, smaller than the others, easily into my used hole. Before long, we heard a knock, and Daddy Tony yelled, “Come into the bathroom!”

Part 1 Goosebumps spread all over my smooth legs as Tony rubbed his ice-cold, calloused hands over my thighs. I bounced gently in his lap, teasing him with my oiled-up, smooth cunt. He groaned as he licked my nipple, a stiff finger sliding between my cheeks, massaging my taint and rubbing my hole. I was spending the cloudy Thursday afternoon with Tony, a 56 year-old chem dealer with his own basement apartment in seedy Detroit. I’m a 19 year-old 5’6” year-old Chinese boy living with my husband, Ben, a 48 year-old 6’2” pilot who is a self-professed lover of smooth Asian boys. I had met him on Grindr when he flew into my hometown of LA shortly after I had turned 18, and my parents still think I had moved across the country in college to study business. In reality, I boarded a plane to Detroit to live with Ben, who had proposed to me after a weekend of breeding me at his hotel. Ben’s money and lifestyle on the road made it all too easy for me to meet Daddy Tony and get hooked on T. I know the looks I get from being seen with a middle-aged man, always dressed like a slut. My friends and family in LA would never understand, and I see the looks of disgust that get thrown our way when Ben takes me out on the town, but I love older men. Especially horny, filthy, sleazy older men like Daddy Tony, who stood 5’8” and had a hairy, ripe body. A carpet of unkempt gray hair lined his pale torso. He wore a tattered gray wife-beater stained with sweat and who knows what else and a pair of sweaty black socks crusty from stepping around in filth. He fondled me in his dark basement studio with only slivers of the afternoon sun that made it through his blinds. Conversations, car horns, and footsteps buzzed at street level. Ah, the sound of people coming home from work and school, unaware of the dirty sin just a few feet away. “That jockstrap makes me so horny, baby,” Daddy Tony whispered as he slurped my nipple, his thick mustache and beard tickling me. “Yeah, Daddy? You make me so horny too,” I cooed softly, looking deeply into his fiendish, hungry eyes. His eyes were black and dilated, his smile wicked. He twirled his finger around my tight, greasy oily jockstrap, snapping it. We shifted a little bit on his mattress, which was trashed. The sheet was soaked and crumpled into one corner, revealing the yellowing mattress underneath, which was covered in glass pipes resting on dirty paper towels, at least a half-dozen bottles of poppers, torches, dildos, cock rings, half-empty or spilled bottles of lube, baby oil, and grease. “I know something that’ll make you even hornier for daddy,” he whispered, grinning. I looked at his crooked yellow teeth and took in his rank breath. It was a familiar stench, always reminding me of guys who’ve been partying for so long. “Would you like that?” My skin jumped at the thought of getting even more spun. He picked up a used pipe and held it to my lips. I savored the rough chemical taste and watched as clouds slowly curled up and started tumbling in the bowl of the glass pipe as Daddy Tony held the torch to the pipe. Daddy Tony watched closely as I slowly started sucking in as the clouds started twirling hard in the bulb, wisps of vapor peeking out. “Yeahh, nice big hit, boy,” he whispered. I pulled away, coughing out a thick stream of white that never seemed to end. I coughed and gagged at the chemical taste as I felt the heat course through my body and FUCK I felt good. And horny. And filthy. “Fuck yeahh,” Daddy Tony groaned. “Daddy likes his boys tweaked up. Is that what you want, baby? Dirty little slut boy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss Daddy Tony. His breath tasted like cigarettes and chemicals. He slurped back hungrily, thick tendrils of spit coating my face as he licked me. “I want you to be mine, baby boy.” I knew what that meant. That’s what Ben said while he bred me too, before he even knew my name. In fact, I don’t remember ever telling Daddy Tony my name. He just knows me as baby boy. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said as he strummed my jockstrap. “You know I’m married.” “Daddy will take care of you better,” he groaned before roughly coating his fingers with a foamy glob of yellowish spit. “Get on your back, baby boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” I brushed back some pipes and popper bottles and laid back on the rough piss-stained sheet. I spread my thin, smooth legs and flexed by feet. Although I have beautiful feet that men love. I aimed my perfectly hairless pussy at Daddy Tony, trying to open my slender, perfectly smooth legs as wide as possible. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and pointed it at my hole. My oily cheeks reflected the light, greasy from the baby oil. I whimpered and moaned as Daddy Tony slid a finger into my hole, still coated with wads of spit. I looked right in his eyes, which were full of lust as they fixated on the sight of his meaty finger popping into my tight pussy. He groaned as he felt the warmth around his finger and felt my moans. “Your husband know you’re here with me, baby boy?” he whispered as he slipped his finger in and out of my hole. I grinned devilishly, knowing I had just kissed Ben goodbye before he left for the airport that morning. I had been on Grindr chatting with Daddy Tony even while he was packing his suitcase. “Of course not, Daddy,” I purred. “He’d kill me if I knew I was with you, daddy.” The sound of that made Daddy Tony light up and start shredding my hole with his finger like a pogo stick. “Little slut,” he groaned before spitting on my face. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over and grabbed a small tub of white greasy lube. “You know what this is, baby?” “What is it, Daddy?” “Chem lube,” he said with a sinister grin. He fished for one of the little baggies on the bed that still had maybe a gram or two of T in it. He dumped the whole thing in the lube then stuffed the baggie in my mouth. “Lick it clean, slut.” It tasted bitter and so good. I felt my whole body get hot and twitchy immediately while his fingers re-entered me and I felt a burn in my body. While Daddy Tony massaged the booty bump in my hole, I grabbed a bottle of poppers and hit it hard. Back and forth, one nostril after another while I watched him finger me. I looked into Daddy Tony’s eyes, my eyes cross-eyed and bugged out. My body felt so warm and the whole room was spinning. I couldn’t even speak as a bit of spittle dripped out of my mouth, all the drugs hitting me at once. “Daddy…Daddy I’m so horny. I need Daddy’s raw cock.” “Yeah, baby?” Daddy Tony groaned, staring excitedly into my eyes. “You’re so fucked up, baby. I love a tweaked boy. But let’s make sure you get more fucked up.” His eyes looked predatory as he grinned, spraying maximum impact on a dirty towel and shoving it on my face. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I was in heaven. “Fuck me…Furk me daddy, please,” I slurred. Daddy Tony leaned forward, his rancid sweat dripping from his leathery face onto my body as I felt the mushroom head of his 6” dick stretch my hole and push inside. I could tell his dick would normally hurt, but all the drugs had loosened my pussy enough that it eagerly gave into his dick. Daddy Tony’s dick was incredibly hard and warm. “Ohhh, FUCK!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to his balls, and I moaned softly as he started to thrust. “Daddy…” “Dirty fucking slut,” he groaned, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as his dilated pupils glared fiendishly at me with lust. I moaned weakly as he pushed his warm, wet cock into my hole in and out, slowly at first. He wrapped one rough hand around my left ankle and pressed his other hand down on my mouth. He balled up a thick wad of spit, foaming through his piss yellow teeth, and spat it roughly only my face before grinning. “Such a bad boy,” he whispered, pumping harder. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt his thick cock rip through my cunt, pressing the slight burn of the chem lube into the walls of my hole. He pulled out completely, his cock dripping with grease, and he strapped on a tight cock ring before sloppily sprinkling some crystals on the head of his dick. “Take the poppers, boy,” he ordered. I eagerly grabbed the oily bottle of poppers, fumbling to screw the top open before pressing the bottle against one nostril while holding the other. I took several deep inhales before moving to the other nostril while Daddy Tony fingered my hole, watching hungrily. He smiled with pleasure as he could see my eyes getting even more unfocused, my face contorting as my head spun. I heard a faint buzz, my vision blurring as I tried to focus on Daddy Tony’s leathery face in the dark. “Yeahhh,” he growled, pushing his dick in. I yelped as I felt a sharp burn, every crystal searing into my pussy as he kept moving in. The poppers loosened up my hole and let him in, but I still bucked as he thrust in, not giving a fuck about how much the booty bump burned my hole. He pressed down on me, splitting my legs as open as he can. “Hold your fucking legs, boy,” he commanded. I did as he told, clumsily trying to keep my legs open as wide as I could while the world spun around me, desperate to keep his cock deep inside me. He buried all the way in, both of us groaning loudly as his dick ground into my soft wet pussy, wrecking it. Once he was in and was satisfied, he grinned before spitting on my face again. Then, he grabbed my throat with one hand while he raised his hand and slapped me in the face with full force as he begin to fuck roughly. “Fuuu…Ng, FUCK,” I slurred. “Shut the fuck up you nasty cheating whore!” he barked, slapping me again as I squealed. The bed creaked as he rammed me, his dick sloshing in and out of my loosening cunt. “FUCK yeah, that cunt feels so fucking good. That’s what you’re good for, right slut? Making daddy feel good?” “Yes, daddy!” I moaned. “Fuck yeah!” he spat on me again as he rough fucked me. “Your husband know his boy is a junkie who likes getting used like a fucking faggot?” “No,” I managed between pumps, earning a wad of spit that coated my eye. It burned, but I couldn’t care, in ecstasy from Daddy Tony’s cock ripping into me. Slosh, slosh, slosh. “Yeah? Fucking trashy slut,” he growled, pausing to remove my left hand from my leg. He took the silver wedding band off my ring finger and tossed it aside. It landed somewhere in the pile of food packaging and empty water bottles somewhere on the floor. I got even more turned on remembering my handsome husband taking me to a pawn shop near the courthouse in Vegas to buy the rings last minute, him dressed in his pilot uniform, me dressed in a skimpy crop top and booty shorts. We got married moments later, with even the Vegas officiant looking wary. “You’re mine now, baby,” he had said, and that night we made love at the motel all night. “I love my Asian pussy boy.” “I love you too, Daddy!” I smirked at the memory as Daddy Tony grabbed my neck again, barking, “Your husband should fucking throw you out onto the streets or sell you, you fucking whore! A bad boy like should just be whored out like a cheap piece of trash!” “Yes, Daddy! Whore me out, daddy!” I moaned. Fap, fap, fap. I felt Daddy Tony speed up as he got excited. “Oh, I’ll fucking you whore you out all week, you dirty slut,” he said. “I’m gonna pump that drugged up cunt with my seed and rent you out to as many nasty fuckers as I can.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” SMACK! “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he grunted, his face close to mine. He quickened his pace again, tightening his grip on my throat as I gagged. My feet bounced and flailed as he shredded as hard as he could, his cock now as hard as a rock pole. “Take my fucking load, you bitch!” With that, he thrust into me hard, sending shockwaves through my body. He roared, and I felt his dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded inside me. “FUCK!” Daddy Tony pulled out and wiped himself off as I laid there, still fingering my whole like a zombie. He buzzed around, drinking water and wiping himself off, staring as his phone. His face still looked angry, and as he unwinded, I took another hit of the pipe. He laid down and joined me after a few puffs, freshening up his high himself. His post-nut clarity seemed to hit him for a minute, as he didn’t look in my direction or shotgun his hits, just mindlessly rubbing my smooth slim body. After about an hour or three of almost total silence, smoking, and cruising on grindr, BBRT, and Adam4Adam, he moved over and lubed up my hole with some spit. “I got some guys who wanna fuck you,” he said. “I want you to get really fucked up. You want G?” “Fuck yeah, daddy,” I moaned, still wired and sticky from sweat and tons of spit on my face. “Good boy.” He got up and poured 2 small cups of coke and measured some G. “Just giving you a little boy. I want you to feel these cocks destroy that little cunt.” He moved back to the bed and offered me my portion. We clinked our glasses and downed the G, and I instantly felt heat rush through my body once again as I felt incredibly nauseous for a minute. I gagged a little, but Daddy Tony put his mouth against mine and kissed me softly, his tongue perversely slurping the inside of my mouth. I immediately forgot my nausea as I leaned into Daddy Tony. I felt a finger and the familiar burn at my hole.

Since you said dick here's mine.

I’m hosting tonight. My first signal of interest is from a guy on Sniffies, who says he can come right now, and loves to fuck a dirty hole in a sleazy hotel like the one I’m at. Red Flag 🚩 My hole isn’t a dirty hole, but I’ll let that slide because of the reputation of the hotel. Then he says, “I’m a clean Top, but it’ll be fun to play a little risky with a poz bitch like you.” Strike One 🚩 He has read from my profile that I am HIV+, but has not asked my view on it. He assumes I’m willing to incorporate my status in sex play. He asks me if I ever infected anyone else after I was pozzed. I reply, Not that I know of, to which he answers, ‘That’s lame.’ Strike Two 🚩 He assumes that just because I’m poz I’m the kind of person who would seek to intentionally infect someone else - a Gifter. He then proceeds to tell me how he wants me to tell him how I’m going to poz him up with my dirty hole while he fucks me, and he’ll stay a long time so he can do it over and over. Strike Three 🚩 He not only assumes I’m on the same page, he dictates the Gifter/Chaser fantasy scenario he wants to play out on the basis of the fact that I have HIV and he does not. I informed him that his play scenario was not going to happen because I nearly died of AIDS in 2014 and have been fighting to stay alive and Undetectable ever since, and wished him better luck elsewhere. Because I, who will allow any man to fuck me, was not letting that motherfucker lay a finger on me. It is deeply inappropriate to fetishize another person’s incurable, life-altering disease, especially if you’re free of it, if that person does not feel the same. Hey, tell me how you’re going to give me your stage 3 cancer while I fuck you. I totally get off on that shit. Be sure to wear that bandanna you use to hide the fact that all your hair is falling out.

Not my story, I borrowed it from Reddit and Pozzed it up I read this while sitting on the toilet with my girlfriend still sleeping mere feet away from me. I got so hard. I jerked off and came all over myself. I just knew I had to "poz" it up and share it with my friends here on BZ It seems that there’s a different kind of intimacy and surrendering that goes into helping a straight guy explore his sexuality. Lots of the time, it goes like this: The first time we meet, it’s at a coffee shop or the mall. We take the time to dismiss the nerves and we’ll become more relaxed and comfortable. I’ll ask them about themselves, what they want out of life, their favorite things, that kind of stuff. I’ll always be genuine, I’ll always care, and I’ll try to be as kind as I can be. Then we go back to his place or mine, and I teach him how to clean himself. We’ll shower together and lather each other up. We might kiss, might not; regardless, I will lovingly wash his body and clean his hair. We’ll go over to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, and I’ll hold him. Usually the nerves come back and he’ll apologize for something, like being nervous or having a messy room… I’ll always tell him that it’s okay, there’s nothing he needs to worry about. I’ll usually try to hold him to my chest for a while, hoping that the sound of my beating heart soothes him. I’ll tell him that, “it’s just you and me, take as long as you need.” Eventually, he’ll tell me he’s ready… I’ll tell him to lay on his back, always admiring the body I’m about to make love to, then we’ll lift his legs into the air. “Ready?” I’ll ask… more often than not, his breathing will slow down, and he’ll gently nod ‘yes’ or tell me “yes”, meekly. I’ll open up a condom and roll it on, reminding him that, “if they change their mind about the condom to just let me know.” I’ll place my erection on their taint, and use my cock to massage a bit of lube across their hole. They might blush, moan, or get goosebumps; either way, I’m flattered. I’ll massage my lubed fingers into their hole to get some lube inside them, then I’ll guide my glans to their anus. I’ll look at them and begin to press the tip in. They’ll usually moan, gasp, hold their breath, or even scream. I’ll bury my hands and forearms under them, caressing their back and head, using my thumb to gently stroke their hair. “You have to push on me, [name], you have to try and push me out.” and that when it happens… his cherry pops. It feels like I’m breaking the seal, to an otherwise airtight hole, splitting and stretching him open to accommodate my exploring penis: feeling it constrict around my manhood. He might writhe in both pain and pleasure. He might scream. He might rapidly increase his breathing. He might even cry just a little bit… but he’ll almost always grab ahold of me, whether it be my arms, shoulders, or back. I’ll always hold him tighter, I might kiss him, I might lick or taste him, I might lock eyes with him… anyway, I love watching him surrender to me. Not even being halfway in, this is usually the part where he’ll tell me to take off the condom and impregnate him, cum in him, or (my favorite) breed him, but I know what I will be doing to him. I don’t know what it is about the actual penetration, but he always seems to change his mind about the condom after he’s been penetrated. I’ll take off the condom and explore him again. I’ll listen to him moan and surrender once more. I’ll feel his insides airlock around my cock and grip the tip as I slide in and out just a bit faster, relaxing as I thrust. I’ll ask him if he wants my cum, assuming he isn’t already begging me for it, I’ll tell him that my cum is all his. I’ll make him promise that he’ll take good care of my cum. Swear by this, and it’s all his. He swears, they always swear. I’ll massage his shaft and glans with my dominant hand, I’ll hold his head with my other. I’ll lock eyes with my new Baby Boy and do everything in my power to make his legs shake. I want him to be addickted to me, just for the moments that the world around us has fallen away, just for the moments I feel his hole throb, just for the moments that I’m inside him. “It’s all yours,” I tell him. I’ll begin to pump him full of my poz seed, forever marking him with my DNA. I’ll keep my cock inside him as I massage the cum from his penis. He’ll ejaculate some time after… and I’ll lick him clean. There’s no way I’m leaving Baby Boy dirty after we worked so hard to clean him. Once the high begins to dissipate, I’ll ask if he wants me to stay inside him or take it out. I tell him that I can usually go for a second, or even a third, round. After they nut, I honestly hope they begin to fall asleep because I love cuddling them: even better, I love it when they can’t sleep and ask me for round two.

You Studs set a high bar. Hope my Fat Black Uncut Dick measures up.

Mine, with Ampallang piercing. A waste of a good cock on a total bottom.

Finally bought a sling. Solid steel frame, leather sling supported on chains. I tried it out with my boy Drew last night. Fucking awesome. I put Drew in one of my most used jockstraps and military boots. Got him in the sling, fastened the stirrups around his ankles and hauled his legs up high and well wide apart. I stepped back and stared at his beautiful hole. I’ve never seen his hole presented so well - I could tell he was horny cuz his hole was pulsing. I was wearing my black boots also. I stood between Drews legs with my hardon resting on Drew’s cock. Could smell his jock and the smell of his leather boots got me even harder so I decided to wear my biker’s chaps. Finally, leathered up it was time to breed Drew. I stepped forward, pressed my cock on his hole and thrust into him. Man, I’ve ever been so deep in Drew’s ass - his chute felt so much tighter on my helmet. Drew’s moaning was like nothing I’d heard before. Every time I thrust deep into him his body shuddered. I fucked him harder and harder and finally he said “Daddy, I’m gunna cum” I was so proud to see my boy shoot his load hands free as I fucked him. That made me cum so deep in his ass that I swear I seeded Drew’s soul. He’s gunna be back in the sling in an hour. I’m hard again just recounting last night.

It is possible, especially if (as @Lily95 points out), their virus is resistant to the drugs in PrEP. In practice, for people who are compliant with their PrEP dosing, the number of cases of it actually happening are less than 10, among all the hundreds of thousands (millions?) of people taking PrEP.

I cheated my bf minutes ago. I breed a random guy from de neighborhood. Sometimes I feel myself a bad guy, but bareback sex with strangers makes me horny and I don't resist the temptation of breed a unknouwn hole.

Wrapping up a night of hotel hosting in Nashville, with some multi-cummers and hard breeders. Load count 12 unless I get one last minute. The first was particularly memorable, though - the guy slid the window curtains wide open and positioned my body on the bed so that anyone who passed outside could see me getting fucked and sucking cock. I don’t know if anyone passed or not. He made me beg him to fuck me, tell him how much I loved cock in my ass, and what a slut I am. What really made me feel objectified was the way he played with my nipples, cock and balls like they were his to play with. Which, I guess, they were.

Thank you ejaculaTe - and it was not unintended, remember, I want whomever I am having sex with to be having fun and enjoying themselves as much or more than I am - a guy who is feeling out new experiences like this does NOT need to be pushed hard or worse, made to feel bad about doing it - those things can be hot in erotic fiction, but my experiences have taught me that a questioning str8 guy is FAR more likely to get either pissed or scared or both and leave a situation where he is either being pushed to fast or being teased and worse humiliated... I did try to convey that to Lou, but it didn't sink in until AFTER he saw what happened with Vice!

A lot of locked boys start with a cage that is way too big, which often ends up being more painful than if they had started smaller. You want a snug fit around both your balls and your little clit, snug enough so if the thing starts to strain it gets immediate feedback that it’s futile.

I got my last load four days ago. A janitor comes to clean the common area at my apartment building. I've said hello or good morning to him in the past but that's all. This time I was hanging out some washing after I'd taken a shower. I just gad sweat pants on and no top. He came out to empty a bucket of water and I noticed him checking me out. I kept looking his way to make sure I wasn't imagining it. Then he put his hand to his crotch and rubbed till he made sure he had my attention. I knew for sure now. I went back in and slowly opened the door to the common Area. There he was holding his deck. He came in and dropped his pants. I got on my knees and he fed me his hard six inch uncut cock. Mmmm, just what I needed. I enjoyed him funking my face for a few minutes then the was leaning over me to feel my hole. Yes he wants to fuck me. As I stood up he was slapping and gripping my ass and rubbing my hole. I bent over and After three slow but firm pushes he was in me and started a rhythmic fucking motion. He was hairy and his body was firm. and his hard cock felt so good. I wanted him to cut in my ass but he pulled out and shot his load into my equally hungry mouth. It tasted and felt so good I kept on sucking every last drop toll he went limp. I hope I'm home again when he comes to clean again.

Here’s mine, just about to go up the arse of a fit 19 year old.

Im so proud of my veiny uncut cock. I would take any opportunity to show off my cheating raw meat to ANY ONE no matter what type of guys or girls especially trans girls, who couldn't resist their temptations to get down on their knees to wrap their lips around my big cock or willingly spread their pussies and assholes wide open to give me the right to use their fucking holes and beg me to dump my seeds deep inside their cunts after a long fucking session.

Only one so far today 😉 but a good one. A 20yo boy messaged me this morning saying he was hungover and desperately horny to blow. I replied that I was about to go to a work meeting but keen for after. I assumed he would have lost his load by then, though. When I went back online at midday he messaged again straight away. Turns out he's in a hotel very close by, 5 mins walk. His pics are really hot - great slim body - and I like to help out, so I said ok I'll come over now. He met me downstairs at the door to take me up in the lift, came down to the lobby wearing just a t shirt and boxer shorts - obviously naked underneath. Man, he was a real gorgeous cutie. A group of girls got in the lift with us and they couldn't take their eyes off him, one even very obviously watching him in the mirror. He ignored them and chatted with me about everyday stuff, the weather etc. We got to his room, and he sat down on the sofa and took his cock out...surprisingly big for a little cute boy. I started sucking and he really got into it... that went for a while and eventually I took down my throat and he was pumping it while feeling my ass through my jeans... I said 'do you want to fuck me'. He was 'yeah turn around and sit on it'. So I dropped my jeans and slid my hole down over his stone-hard cock. I rode it for a while and then he signalled for me to get up and turn around. He pounded me hard while I bent over the sofa and a moment later whispered in my ear 'i'm gonna cum' while immediately I felt it deep in my ass. He stayed there planted deep for a few moments, with his arms around me, then pulled out nicely. We chatted again while a sorted out my clothing and he said he felt still quite sick with the hangover from a night out with mates but had to go the airport to pick up a gf. Sitting there he suddenly looked fragile and a bit lost. I could see the headache in his eyes now. I held my arms out and he leaned into my chest as I hugged him, holding his head gently. Then he said 'i'll be right, just need some panadol when I go out' . So I said goodbye and left. About half an hour later he messaged me "was soo good xx'. Seems like a win all-round 🙂 and my ass still feels great a few hours later.

The Guy who wrote this was #3 and had really good penmanship. I was Assup in a motel in SF and took 9 loads.

Had a hook up with this really cute chubby but twinky blonde kid last week. He's 18, but has a 20 y/o BF who goes to SMU and they are pretty open. He's super hot and we did raw, he didn't ask my status, wasn't about to ask his and we swapped loads. He said he and his BF sometimes do three ways but his BF doesn't bottom but does BF likes Latino guys. He wanted to see if I'd be interested in a three way. I had to stifle shock and laughing when he showed me his BF's pictures as I've been playing with his BF off and on and he's a raw pig like me and his boy. His BF is NOT all top as I've bred his ass raw plenty. I said sure...kinda want to see the shock on his BF's face when he sees I've been pounding his boy's ass raw.

While living in Chicago, opportunities for kinky opportunities ran rampant. Especially in the Roger's Park area. I was horned up after an especially stressful day at work. I hopped online, pulled up BBRT, and looked at the day's selection. There was a very handsome, lithe black top man looking to breed a hairy slut bottom. To top things off, he stated he was super dom and wanted a bottom to just shut up and not ask questions. He wasn't into partying, but didn't care if bottoms pre-Tripped. I messaged him a shot of my hairy arched back and fuck hole. He responded right away with an address. He asked me a question. "Do you mind that I'm deaf and mute?" "No. Why would I?" "Good. I want you to come to my place, but don't come in. Wait by the downstairs at the bike rack. Be pre-lubed or you'll take it dry, and I can't have my roommates or neighbors asking questions. Once you show up, you consent to do as instructed without any hassle. No fucking noise." "Hot." I was nervous as I took the 22 to his neighborhood. I stepped into a coffee shop, and ordered an Italian Soda. I walked into the bathroom, tied off, slammed myself .4, coughed, rode the rush, and poured out most of the Italian soda. I pulled another syringe out, and emptied the G into the remainder of the drink, and knocked it back. Losing any nervousness I had, I walked the few blocks to his building and waited by the bike rack of his old apartment building, which was also nearby the basement entrance. He emerged from the basement door. He motioned me to follow him. He was a little more muscular in person, and definitely had the air someone who was very dom. I followed him into the basement which stored more bikes, maintenance supplies, and laundry machines. He opened up a dark room that was used for storage, and had a mattress on the floor. It had definitely seen some action before. He motioned for me to come toward him. I went to suck his d*** and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and reached into a bag he had placed beside it. He took out a ball bag which he promptly strapped to my head so I couldn't make much noise. He then put a blindfold on me and pulled it very tight. I could still see a little light out of the mask edges so it became obvious when he turned off the room's light and I heard the door shut. He shoved in with no mercy, and fucked me doggie styles so fucking roughly that I thought he was going to tear my hole. In five seconds he obliterated my second sphinctre. Even with the chemical help, I was trying to scream, so it's was fortunate for him that he had me gagged. I didn't care I was really turned on. He pulled my hair. He choked me. He made little punches in my back with his fists while keeping his fuck rhythm. It seemed like he was fucking me forever when he put me in a choke hold and choked me out. When I came too, I was still being fucked but on my back this time. I was still being f***** hard but somehow I felt fuller and it was just different. He was biting my nipples and slapping in my face. Out of nowhere he said, "Are you ready for my dirty load?" Confused but turned on I just groaned. He pulled my waist up higher so he could force fuck me and just drill me. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was gonna pass out again. And then he just grunted and pushed in me and held his giant cock so far inside my guts that I thought I was going to rupture. Then the blindfold was taken off and it was so dark I still couldn't see anything. And again he spoke, "Okay i'm gonna take the gag off now, if you say anything i'm going to lay you out." I heard him zip up the gear bag, and the light clicked on. Between the drugs and the bright light I couldn't get my eyes to focus. " I thought you couldn't talk." " Yeah. That's my roommate. Now get your clothes on and get out of here you fucking tweaked out slut." When I could see again, before me was a very muscular, hairy Middle Eastern wolfdaddy. He had put on a jock that contained a monster. I felt loose and cum was leaking, and something else I couldn't figure out. The top look at me desdainfully as he waited for me to leave. He looked impatient as I took too long to stand up and put on my clothes. I thought he was gonna shove me out the door. As he forcefully shut the door he said "Check your pockets faggot." In my pocket I found a folded piece of paper. In the note, the black top left his phone number, and a message that said, " Your pig cunt felt so good. I hope you don't mind that I put my fist up there for a while too." My only regret was a long bus ride home, because I needed to cum so bad.

The abducted porn is hot AF. An anti gay religious conservative straight man abducted , stripped , and filled at both ends - Fucked , throated, pounded, gagged, drilled , bred and wrecked until he is cross eyed yes , stupid and pozzed by dozens of guys and will spend the rest of his life as a bottom naked- and used daily

You hit on so many points of what makes a sling fuck so good. I love how it spreads the ass with ease and comfort so you can fuck balls deep on every stroke. I am amazed more men don't own one. The best sex investment I ever made. In my home a bed is for sleeping.

Not a long story, I was in Hawaii (I dont live there) and found this guy in my hotel on Grindr. I'm pretty sure he was Chinese but he was a foot shorter and 100lbs lighter than me with a 4" cock but I had so much fun just letting him try to destroy me. I slobbered all over it and took it with just spit for lube and it felt really good in missionary while this cute guy made out with me. He asked if he could cum in me in broken english and I just wrapped my legs around him and he had this huge orgasm inside me. 10/10 would do again.

guess the drugs wore off and post nut regret is coming in

As a btm, I've always wanted to be put in a sling and check it out!

I have done that, too. I bought extra chains so I can hang it in the sling frame as a fuck bench with the raised middle section. I also have the option of lowering the middle and making it into a padded table--either on its legs or hung in the sling frame.

It is the aim of every virus to spread himself and infect as many people as possible. So it makes sense. Would be interesting if the sex drive is extra high with a High Viral Load.

Down my Throat

This was another amazingly hoT installment. The play in Room 38 and your play with Vice struck me as prime examples of what pnp can be -- encounters that we dream of having and dream of repeating. There's also a subtle lesson, perhaps unintended, in your interaction with Vice: patience and sensitivity led to Vice offering his cherry to you, Lou defeating his own efforts by his brashness and lack of awareness. I see, yet again, why you needed an entire notebook. Thanks again for writing the journal and for sharing it with us.

Mmm am off this week we could find some to breed us

Hungry fuckhole for U and throat

Got sloppy seconds a few months ago. Actually watched the other Top leave the guys house and drive away. I was balls deep in his hole within minutes and have never been so hard before in my life.

I have a FTM buddy who can fuck me with a strap-on twice as well as some biological men can, so a FTM Top/Dom is most definitely a possibility.

Just what I like. Not into tight holes at all. This is beautiful.

This has been answered before, but to recap: 1. There is no sure-fire way of becoming HIV+, although the odds can be increased or decreased in various ways. Getting fucked by someone with a very high viral load is more likely to infect than by someone with a really low viral load, for example, but the lower viral load might convert someone while the higher viral load might not. 2. The viral load of the person who infects someone else does not, generally speaking, change how fast the infected person (if untreated) progresses to AIDS. 3. The only somewhat relevant thing here is that IF the infecting person has a strain of HIV that is largely med-resistant (and those are, for the most part, rare in the west), then it's possible that someone infected by him may progress faster simply because there's not an effective treatment. But that's a different thing than a "high viral load".

He had hilted himself balls deep in me and I could feel the strong pulses all along his cock as he shot his cum into my ass. Every throbbing shot was punctuated by a loud grunt from him and I felt the hot wetness warming my guts. He shuddered while still inside me and collapsed onto my back. "Goddamn! I fucking needed that!" Darryl said, as he began to pull out. With three loads inside me now, my hole was beginning to feel sloppy and wet, and some cum dribbled out on Darryl's withdrawal. "My turn, but I want you to ride me." The younger top said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and he maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed. Since I was still blindfolded, Martin grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "Relax, just follow my lead, I won't let you get hurt." I thought it was considerate of him that he wanted to make sure that I didn't bump my head or stub my toes as he positioned me over the younger top's cock and guided me down til I felt it sliding at my crack. I balanced myself, and lowered myself down onto what was probably a nice thick eight inch cock. It filled me nicely and, as I gained a solid balance while on my haunches, I started sliding up and down on it and heard the younger guy begin to grunt and breathe hard. "Relax, baby, let us do the work." Martin said, and I felt his hands on my shoulders so I would remain still and the younger top could thrust at his pace. "You ever been double fucked?" Martin asked and realization suddenly came crashing down on me. He intended to double fuck me! "I've seen it in porn but I'm scared, there's no fucking way my hole could do that!" I replied. "You'd be surprised how resilient assholes can be," he said laughingly. "I promised you you wouldn't get hurt, let me just stick my fingers alongside his dick and we can just play like that. If you're really not into it, we'll stop, deal?" 'Why not?' I thought to myself, 'so far he hasn't given me any indication that he's into pain' "Ok," I replied, "Just be careful, please." "Fuck Yeah!" He exclaimed and the other guys must have been waiting for my response because the top beneath me laughed and said, "Oh fuck! You're a brave motherfucker ha ha" Since his hands were already at my shoulders, he began to knead my shoulders and started working his way down my back, I found it relaxing and felt the tension slip away. The top underneath, said, "let me hug you." So I put my knees astride his body, keeping his hard cock inside me the whole time, and leaned over and hugged him. By this time, Martin had reached the base of my spine and continued tracing til his fingers were rubbing the rim of my hole; wrapped around the younger top's cock. It felt strangely erotic to be getting fucked and feeling fingers massaging my hole at the same time. I felt the coolness of lube being drizzled onto my hole and felt a pleasant little intrusion, as Martin's finger slipped inside. He started gently pulling and prodding at my hole. The whole time, I could feel the cock inside me grinding on my prostate. For a minute I shivered and shuddered with overstimulation and in that space, I felt a second finger slip. He used the 2 fingers in me to slip around my hole, gently pulling it and helping it relax until I was unconsciously pushing out and making it pout. The sensations were amazing, I loved having him play with my hole as a big cock was already in me. I welcomed the slight stretch when his third finger slipped in, followed after an excruciating minute by a fourth. After 4 fingers, I was literally sweating and panting and I felt this amazing counterintuitive sensation of my ass both being stretched almost to its limits but also feeling hungry for more at the same time. All I could do was moan. I was inwardly glad that I was as stoned as I was because this was surely the most amazing and adventurous thing I'd ever done. "Your hole looks beautiful wrapped around my fingers. You Ok, baby?" I heard Martin ask. "Uh...oh fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good. I feel so full." I moaned in reply. "That's nothing, baby. That's just my fingers stretching your entrance, I don't want to hurt you or tear you badly. My dick is going to stretch you more, if you need me to stop just say so. Here we go, so take a couple of deep sniffs of poppers." He said, and I felt more lube being drizzled but his fingers stayed in me, I guess to keep my hole stretched for his thick hole wrecker. As I felt the popper rush hit me, I felt the immense pressure of his big cockhead trying to slip into me in the space being created by his fingers. It was a tight fit and I could feel my hole almost give way as he started to nudge more insistently. I was trying to relax with all my will but he was just fucking huge. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long if you fuckers keep manhandling my dick like that." The younger top below me said. As stoned as I was I laughed and goddamn if that didn't do the trick, he didn't slam in but his cockhead and a good couple of inches suddenly popped right through my ring with a snap I felt in my soul and I yelped but more in surprise than pain. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Martin kept saying, as he froze while I saw stars and unconsciously clenched and unclenched rapidly, which I immediately willed myself to stop. I felt the sharp pain begin to subside as I relaxed. I think that for a moment, we were all frozen in time, captives of our own nerve endings and the thrills rushing through them. "Holy fuck! I've never felt so stretched in my life!" I said truthfully. "I'm close." The younger top said as I felt more lube drizzled between us. "You're so fucking tight, I want this hole wrapped around my dick all the time." Martin said and I literally felt my insides shift as he began sliding the rest of his big powerful poz cock inside me. Inch by inch he slid into me and alternately withdrew slowly until he was in me as deep as he could go considering our positions. The thrilling rhythmic sensations of pushing and pulling, filling and emptiness; soon lulled me into a blissful state and I sighed against the younger top's chest, even as I felt his heart jackhammer underneath me as he too pounded in and out of me. I was in that same bliss for I don't know how long, it felt like hours but was surely a few minutes. I started hearing both guys breathing heavier and grunting louder. I kept moaning as my prostate was battered from different sides. "Fuuuuck!!" The younger top below me shouted as I felt the tell tale pulses and warm wetness of his poz sperm flooding my guts. "Oh fuck YEAAAAHHH!!!" Martin followed shortly with a roar as he hilted himself as far as he could and my hole, stretched to its definite limits and stuffed to the brim with cocks, began to leak more and more cum. After a short while, the guys' tremors and orgasms subsided and with Martin's cock still inside me, I felt the younger guy slip out and roll out from under us. Martin took this opportunity to move me further forward onto the bed; still impaled on his cock. And held me down as he lay on top of me. "My friends are gonna get dressed and leave now, but your hole is going to get more loads. You did great, I like fucking you. You're gonna be my cumdump from now on, I'm gonna make sure I knock you up good. Your hole is where my poz babies belong." My only response was to grind my ass back against his hips, clenching and unclenching my ass to milk his cock, still balls deep inside me, and let him know how much I wanted to be bred poz by him.

To add my own experience, I only had one such scenario that stands out. I had a guy hit me up on gay.com back in the day. We chatted and once we had establish somewhat of a rapport he would give me more information. Eventually, we agreed that we would meet and he asked me to come to his office. As it turns out, he was a doctor and had a small practice and asked me to drive around and park in the back. He waited until everyone had left for the day and then he let me into the back door and took me into his office. He then went into one of his exam rooms and got the type of exam paper you put down on the exam table. He got me undressed sitting in his office and then he started to suck my dick until I got nice and hard and he wanted me to fuck him while on his back on his desk. I did this a couple of times over the course of one summer. He loved it.

My best fucks have been with me in a sling. My favorite part is the top can get in deeper and leave his load further in me.

Which is why I have both.....

You've had such hot sexual adventures. Thanks for sharing. You write very well. I figure any bottom that doesn't ask status before the raw cock goes in knows the risk they are taking. I laugh inside when I 've bred a guy and he immediately asks if I 'm 'clean'. (Hate that term. I don't lie knowing I have showered, and also assured of my undetectable status. ) What I'm wondering Tommy Tank (not having read your third set of stories yet) is if you've ever had a bottom ask before your raw cock enters,and on hearing of your highly toxic load goes ahead with having you breed him anyway? Your stories are hot, hot, hot, and I would have you breed me anyday!