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just got back from Sitges, not the bear pride but the normal pride so place was packed with international guys and of all shapes and sizes. As a 50 year old bear I did think it might be a bit on the young side but was very suprised how friendly it was and how much fun there was to be had I arrived on Thusday afternoon so didnt have a huge amount of time to be slutty that day, but Friday I took five loads Saturaday five loads and Sunday six loads all in the hotel To be honest I cant list each guy and load here as it is a bit of a blur however there were two or three really memorable guys who made the trip worth while: Hot young American guy on the same floor of my hotel in room down the hall had just arrrived and when I said he I was naked in my room he said proove it so I said come and check he said he wasnt up to fuck but when he saw my ass pushed in raw and fucked me till he bred me then I licked him clean he had literally just checked in so need to nap and I told him he would sleep better after blowing that huge load a very hot ottery boy furry and handsome and hung Brazillian top two floors up in same hotel married to his husband but snuck away to breed me twice one of the most beautuful creatures I have ever seen six foot four handsome bearded hung and muscled with the most beautiful skin and smile a truly passionate top and a fantastic fuck I will find this guy again A hot Spanish local guy who only liked sloppy seocnds and door on latch scenes I was happy to oblige and he went third in my ass and pounded his load into the mix A cute and hung cubby guy from Buenos Aries he had been fucked himself earlier but hadnt cum so we snogged cuddled and chatted until he pushed in and really went for it in my ass after he bred me he insisted that I shot my load so pushed all the loads into my ass with his fingers until I blew my load everywhere it was the last fuck of the trip and my sixth load of the day on Sunday so I just let rip I would ceratinly go back for sure When I got back home yesterday I was still in the zone from Sitges so jumped on sniffies and scruff and took three loads one regular guy one anon ass up and a freind who dropped by

1. Nathan I'm a professional photographer. Most of the time, my work involves taking pictures of stuff for catalogs. It's boring, but it pays the bills. Every once in a while, I get to do something more interesting, like someone who needs better pictures for online dating, or occasionally, my friend Thomas needs pictures for his porn movie business. I met Jason through Thomas. Thomas needed some stills of Jason for the website, and his usual photographer was on vacation. Generally, Thomas had twinky little boys in his movies, which didn't do much me. He had given me all three of Jason's movies, and I waited until the night before to even look at the cover. As I expected, most of the models did nothing for me, except for Jason. Rather than a skinny eighteen year-old, he was muscular. Not quite big enough to be a football player, but still, incredible muscles and a big cock. I watched all of his scenes intently, and although he always was the top, it seemed like he was genuinely into it, making out with the other boys, and sometimes even going down on them. Thomas didn't particularly care if his models wore condoms or not, which meant that only the most puritanical of them did. Jason was no exception, and all of his scenes ended with a huge unprotected cum shot right into the eager hole of the bottom. He was always hard enough to stick his cock in again at the end, and work the jizz a ittle deeper in. I ended the evening eager to see him in person. Jason was right on time, arriving at my place a few minutes before the six o'clock appointment. In real life, he was a little shorter than I expected; right about my height at 5'8", and maybe twenty pounds heavier than me, around 200lbs. Of course, all of that was extra muscle. He had close-cropped brown hair, and was clean shaven. At the time, I worried that I was reading too much into it, but there seemed to be an immediate attraction between us. I found him easy to work with. We started talking about each other, and he quickly volunteered that he was twenty, just out of high school, but waiting on college. He had been on the wrestling team and had been working out extensively ever since, which explained the musculature. He had brought a few different items of clothing, and I asked him to wear a tank top, a jock strap, and a pair of jeans. He started to change right in front of me, so I took the opportunity to start taking pictures. He was a natural show-off, letting me get pictures of his chest, nipples, slowly revealing his cock and ass. One thing I found interesting was that it always seemed easier to get pictures of his ass than his cock. It was almost like he was hiding his dick, and showing off his ass. That was odd behavior for a top, but I wasn't complaining. As he pulled on the jock strap for the actual photo shoot, I got a perfect shot of his ass. He even spread his cheeks, allowing me a great view of his hole. It had a little bit of fur around it, but was mostly smooth. After he was done dressing for the shoot, we moved over to where I had the lights set up. He started to pose for me, still showing off his amazing butt. I wanted to get into it, but thought he was just being a cocktease. "I've watched a few of your films. Are you always a top, even off camera?" I asked. "So, far, yes," Jason replied. "Yes? Have you thought about bottoming before?" "Thomas really wants me to bottom. But it would have to be for the right man, of course." "Who would be the right man?" I asked. We continued to take pictures as we talked. Jason had removed his tank top and was now slowly unbuttoning his jeans, revealing his white jock strap. "He's got to be male. Probably about my height, muscular, a beard, a hairy chest, a wicked smile, a nice body." He was looking right at me as he said, "and amazing green eyes." I didn't need any more hints to realize that he was describing me. "And would you let him fuck you bareback as well?" "I think so." "Would it be a problem if the top was poz?" "Yes, but..." He stopped talking for a bit, and I moved in as he let his jeans fall to the ground, continuing to take pictures. He went on, slowly, "I don't give my bottom a choice. I always fuck them bareback. To me, it seems disrespectful to make a top wear a rubber." He turned around, letting me see his perfect ass, framed by the white jock strap he was wearing. He bent down slightly, letting me get a glimpse of his hole. There was a spray of hair around his hole. He tried to say something, but he kept starting over. Finally, "I want to feel your skin next to mine," clearly emphasizing the word 'your'. I thought this was where he was going, but I hadn't wanted to get my hopes up. But with his admission, I knew I was going to spill my seed inside of him tonight, and decided I wanted it now. I lowered my camera, and moved in, starting to lick his ass a bit. He moaned as my tongue reached his virgin hole, pushing himself against my face. I could feel my beard rubbing against his ass cheeks, getting my tongue right into his hole. We didn't say anything for a while. We just got used to our new closeness, no longer hiding our desires and needs. Jason clearly needed to be fucked. As I pushed my tongue into him, I could feel how tight and hot his hole was, and how he pushed against me, trying to get anything and everything into him. As we worked together to loosen him up, he finally managed to put together a coherent sentence, "Please. Breed me tonight." That was all I needed to hear. I put down my camera, and told him to join me over in the bed. I got out some lube and poppers. He took the poppers and did a hit, as I started to finger him. It was clear from how tight he was, he hadn't been fucked much, if any. But, between his new found desire to get bred and the poppers, we quickly got first one, then two, and finally three fingers into him. From my experience, my dick was a little thicker than that, but I wanted him to really feel his first fuck. "Are you ready?" I asked. He nodded, "Yeah, I am." He reached down and felt my cock. It was hard as a rock, bobbing in the air, sniffing out his hole. "And you too, I can see." "Oh, yeah, I definitely am," I replied, as I arranged him on his back, put his muscular legs on my shoulders, and started to tease his hole with my cockhead. "You want this in you?" "Fuck yes." He took a long hit on the poppers, which was my cue to start working my cock into him. "Go slowly," he asked. "Don't worry. I want this to feel good for both of us." As much as I wanted to slam all eight raw inches right into him, I knew that would risk hurting him, and he'd want to stop. I did my best to go slowly, first getting the head inside of him. As it popped in, his face froze. I paused, just feeling the warmth of his hole. Finally, he relaxed and got used to my presence inside of him, letting me slide a little further in. "Ok?" I asked. He nodded, and I pressed in another inch or so. This time, there was no grimace of pain. "It feels good. Amazing." I pushed in another two inches, feeling my cock get enveloped in his hot and tight hole. After a few more seconds to get used to it, he asked, "Don't stop, please?" And I was only too happy to oblige. I took my time to get all the way into him. He was tight, as befitted an anal virgin, but was relaxing and opening up quickly. I had worked my way in carefully, and soon felt my balls hit his ass. I didn't rush it, but took my time, working up to the steady, insistent pistoning that was a man fucking another man. I paused, and stared into his handsome face. He was staring at me, an involuntary smile of happiness on him. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Sure." "How long have you been poz?" "About ten years now," I answered. "How did you get it?" He didn't look scared. It was just pure curiosity. I didn't mind. He had let into the most secret part of himself. The least I could do was let him find out about me. "Like this. Letting tops fuck me bareback." I pushed all the way into him. I didn't want him to forget I was still invading him. My cock was an integral part of his body now. "Did you know they were poz?" "Some yes, some no. It's a story for a different time." I leaned down and kissed him, letting our tongues and spit mix. Of course, with me on top of him, he got more of my tongue and spit. That was the way I wanted it now. There would be other times later to get his spit and cum in me. "This should be about you, not me. It's nearly your first fuck and your first bareback fuck." "I know." "Did you know anything would happen, even fucking me when you came over here?" I asked him. I could feel the heat coming off his muscular chest, as each stroke into his warm ass let me rub up against him. "No. I hadn't planned on anything. Anything at all." "So having a poz cock injecting a load into your ass is a big surprise?" "Very much." He arched his back, pushing himself down on my penis. Once more we reached the limit of penetration, his hole hitting the base of my shaft, asking "You are going to give me your load, right?" "Yes, of course I am." By then, I couldn't have pulled out of him even if he had begged me. I wanted to breed him so badly. "What made you want my cock? My load?" "I wanted to do something with you the minute I saw you. I don't know what it was. The way you looked? The way you acted? The way you smelled?" He buried his nose in my neck, taking a deep scent. "You were so fucking male, I needed to mate with you somehow." "And you were willing to give up your hole?" "After a minute around you, I would have done anything you wanted. This is hardly a sacrifice. Your cock buried in me is something I want. And your cum in me is something I fucking need." I could feel a shudder run through his body. It was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Everything ok?" I asked, but I didn't stop pushing myself into him. His hole was far too warm and welcoming for me to pull out unless he begged me hard. And even then, I would have continued. "Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so amazing, your cock in me. You're dripping pre-cum, aren't you?" "Yeah, I am. A lot. It's hard to be in a man like you and not be marking the territory." "You should. Now, there will always be a bit of you in me." I pulled out almost all the way, and shoved my cock into him. "Or a lot of me in you." He smiled. "Are you scared?" I asked. "Of? Getting pozzed?" "Yeah. A part of my mind is screaming about it, telling me to run away before I make the biggest mistake of my life. But mostly, I think this is what I've needed for a really long time. I've just never known it. It feels so good, you inside me, skin to skin. I am so thankful you find me hot enough to leak pre-cum in me. And how perfect it will be when your cock injects me with your seed." After that explanation, I only wanted to fuck him harder. I wanted to get my poz cum deep into him, to breed him the way we both wanted it to happen. I flipped him onto his knees, getting him doggy style. I loved this position; it gave me the ability to explore every aspect of him, and kept him from pulling away too much. But I need not have worried. He leaned back onto my cock at the perfect times, making sure we coupled as easily and as deeply as possible. It must have been at least ten minutes of hard fucking. I was leaking so much pre-cum that we never needed more lube, despite my pulling all the way out, and slamming back home. Only the first one of those got a gasp of pain from him. After that, "Fuck yeah," and "Give it to me" were responses. Although I didn't tell him this outright, my main goal was to rough up his hole a bit. If I had a choice, I wish I hadn't been dripping as much pre-cum. I knew the pre-cum was a pretty potent mix, so I didn't worry too much about him not getting enough of my gifts into his system. We switched positions, back to him on his back, his legs on my shoulders. I was driving into him deep, enjoying how hot he was inside. We would kiss, and feel my hairy chest against his smooth skin, our sweaty muscles alternately sticking to each other, and gliding across each other. I paused for a second, and almost pulled out, just the head of my cock remaining inside. He looked right at me, on his face a blissed-out smile. "What are you thinking?" he asked me. "How much I love being inside you. How much I enjoy dripping my pre-cum into you, how much I get off on pushing myself deeper into you," I said. "And you?" He closed his eyes, and I pushed back into him letting my cock sink all the way. I stopped only when I could feel my balls hit his ass. He gasped a little, but I knew he could take it. "When I've fucked guys, I've never understood why they would beg me for my cum," he said. "Now I really understand their need for cum. My need for cum." "You want my load?" "Fuck yeah. I need your poison in me. Deep in me." "You know there is no turning back? No second chances." "I know, and I don't care. All I want right now is for you to cum inside me, and let me carry your dirty seed all night long." "I want nothing else." I grabbed the bottle of poppers, and took a long hit. I put it under his nose, and let him take a hit. He motioned that he was good, but I left it there a little longer. I wanted him to really enjoy this last assault on his ass. I took one more hit before putting the bottle aside. I waited for the poppers to hit both of us. Then I began my final battle with his hole, determined to win. I pulled all the way out, just the tip of my cock still inside him. Then I slammed into him, pushing myself a bit deeper into him. I wanted to make sure his hole was well-plowed before I shot my wad. I took no risks that my pozcum wouldn't find fertile ground to grow in this beautiful man. His face was a contorted mass of pain and pleasure. I know the constant pounding was starting to hurt him a bit, but he wanted my cum so badly, it didn't matter to him. My balls were pulling in tight and my cock was dripping pre-cum in a constant stream. I couldn't hold off much longer, and we both knew it. "Please. I need it," he managed to gasp out, between my insistent, hard stokes, and his gulps of air. That was all I needed to hear to push me over the edge. I took one more stroke out and then a deep thrust in. My cock stiffened and pulsed, and I could feel the first squirt of jizz leave my cock and enter him. All my rational control disappeared with my orgasm. I held onto him tightly, keeping his body pinned down as my hips thrashed wildly, forcing my cock in and out. The stimulation kept me cumming, a second spurt, a third, and a fourth, filling his hole with my seed. It seemed never to end. He had a hungry ass that kept on milking my cock, not letting me pull out and greedily holding on to every drop of seed I pumped out. We were locked at the lips as well, kissing deeply. The fifth and sixth spurts were a little weaker; my hips were slowing down, and I was able to make a conscious effort to stay deep, making sure I got my load where his defenses were weakest. The seventh spurt was my last. I kept my cock in him, massaging my load into his delicate, bare insides. We stayed in position, his legs still on my shoulders, my cock still lodged inside of him. The last drops of my load were dripping out, collecting with the rest of my sperm inside of him. I was still kissing him; his mouth was still full with my tongue. He broke off for a second and asked, "So, is that it?" "What do you mean? I definitely have another load for you tonight. And more tomorrow." "No. I meant, am I poz now?" "Oh. That. Probably not. It takes a lot more than a single fuck, no matter how good, to get pozzed up." I couldn't read his face. "Having second thoughts? Is that a good thing?" "No. I don't know. Yes. I'm not going back. And I want to do this many more time. I'm going to get at least one more load from you tonight." He smiled. "Don't worry. You'll get at least one more. Maybe two." I shifted a bit, taking the weight off my knees, and letting my dick slowly slide out of his hole. There was a pop sound and little bit of white cream dribbled out with my cock. I reached down and rubbed the cum into his hole. He laughed slightly. "What's funny?" I asked. "Last weekend, I did an orgy scene for Thomas. I was the last of five guys to fuck Todd. When I finally pulled my cock out of him, he made the same sound." "And now you're making it with only one top." "Yeah. At the time, I remember thinking how nasty the bottom was. I mean, he was way hot, but Todd had only met me before. He took all of our cocks and jizz. Total strangers to him." "And now?" "I'm jealous of him. He got five loads in him, from five guys. I got one, but from a very hot guy." I lay down beside him. He shifted around, his head falling in my arm, his head encircled by my armpits. "Damn. Your pits smell awesome." "You felt so good to be inside of. I want to get back inside you. I need to breed you again," I replied.

I moved to a place about 1 hour out of Melbourne with work about 6 months ago. I am 45 years old, average build, have a blonde moustache and short light brown hair. I started to go to a local Smokmart to get my smokes regularly and there was this young 20 something guy that was there almost every time I went. He was your typical taller young skinny guy with longer dreadlocks. He looked like your bohemian type of hippy guy. The loose fitting jeans and shirt. Not normally my type but he was always super friendly and asked what I was up to that day. I put it down to good customer service. But I found myself fantasizing about him more as he was so friendly. I used to carry a few kilos but had lost weight now and finally had a flat stomach. And starting to be able to wear slightly tighter clothes that show this. One Saturday I was the only guy there and buying smokes and I summoned the courage to say I thought his hair was nice and asked how long it took to grow it that way. Truth be told, I just wanted to explore talking to him more. I wasn’t expecting too much of a response as the age difference was so great. But he responded with a long explanation about how long it took. Then out of the blue he reached out his hand and introduced himself as Dan. Shocked, I shook his hand and introduced myself. As I was paying, he asked the usual question about what the rest of the day held for me. “Nothing much, just housework and maybe some computer games”. Which I suddenly realized was the same answer I always gave. Instinctively I asked the same of him which I normally did, and his response was different today. “Just work, but I finish at 7pm if you want to grab a drink”. I kind of froze in shock. This was completely out of the blue. I didn’t respond initially with a confused look on my face. Noticing this Dan explained laughing “I thought I would put you out of your misery. I see the way you look at me. So, let’s catch up. I do have a thing for older guys”. I manage to utter an “OK”. “Good, pick me up here at 7pm.” As I say this another customer walks in. I grab my smokes and as I leave in a bit of a confused stupor, Dan yells out as I leave the store, “see you at 7”. I am a bundle of nerves all afternoon as I try to process the visit that afternoon. But I throw on some tight jeans and t-shirt and head out at ten minutes to seven. I park out the front of the shop at a few minutes to 7 wondering what is happening and sure enough Dan comes out and sees me in the car waiting. A big grin comes across his face as he indicates to wait as he locks up. Dan comes over to my car and jumps in. “You came? I wasn’t sure if you would turn up”. “I wasn’t sure myself. You caught me off guard and I was, and I guess still am, wondering if I was imagining it. Or reading things wrong”. Dan then places his hand on my leg and says, “let me help resolve that now”. And leans across and kisses me there in front of the store. My cock almost immediately responds and is leaking precum before it even gets hard. Dan doesn’t remove his hand from my leg. “There’s a nice small pub a couple of blocks from here, I show you where.” He may be young, but he is confident and assumes control of the situation. But in a very respectful way. We drive to the pub and go in and to my surprise Dan buys the first few beers. We are standing at one of those standup tables drinking. We chat about our lives a bit and out of the blue Dan asks what took me so long. I explain the age difference and the overall difference in general, and he laughs and leans in and whispers in my ear “well you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. I love my men older”. After just one drink he suggests we step out for a smoke. We are the only two outside having a smoke when Dan leans in and smacks a deep tongue passionate kiss on me. “I have been waiting to do that since the first time you came in the store.” He then grabs my crotch which is now starting to show a small wet patch and says, “looks like you have been too.” Lost in the moment I blurt out, “then stay at my place tonight”. Dan quickly kisses me again. “You need to know something first. And this could be a deal breaker. It usually is.” Dan lifts his shirt up past his belly button to reveal a beautiful light brown treasure trail in the centre of his stomach leading down to the prize below his belt and to the left of that is a small scorpion tattoo. I reach over and feel it and it is still slightly raised as though relatively new. “Do you know what that means?” he asks. “Yes, and I bet there is a story behind it too. I would love to hear it sometime”. I respond. “Really? You still wanna hang out? Play?” he says inquisitively and a little shocked? “To be honest Dan, I want you more now than I did 5 minutes ago.” Dan leans in again and kisses me. “I think we should go back to my place and explore that and the story behind it even more”. Nothing more is said about it, we grab some beers in cans for later and we get in my car and head to my place. Again, Dan has his hand on my leg slowly stroking it the whole drive back. We get back to my place and crack open a few beers and sit on the couch to chat. I am so turned on by this guy next to me on the couch it is palpable. Dan turns to face me on the couch and I do the same and we intertwine legs facing each other as we drink out beers and chat. Dan explains that 6 months ago he went down to Melbourne and after a few too many drinks went to a sauna. He considers himself a top mostly, but after a few too many drinks he wasn’t really caring and was horny as hell. He was in the dark room fucking a guy when another guy came up behind him and started fucking him as he fucked someone else. Long story short, while he bred the bottom on the bench in the dark room, he took two loads himself. The rest was history. He never even saw the guys who fucked him. Two months later he was laid up for two weeks and the results came in. After some time of adjustment, he chose to own the decision and get the tattoo. Since then, his mates have been supportive, but essentially the sex stopped, and he hadn’t fucked anyone since. The few times he had some interest, but when he showed them the tattoo, they ran a mile. He wanted to take the mild flirting with me further a lot earlier but was certain the outcome would be the same and didn’t want another rejection. I crawled across the couch into his arms and started kissing him and could feel a huge bulge in his loose jeans as I did. I looked him in the eyes as I placed my hands on his hardening cock and said, “there isn’t a drop in these balls I will not take from a sexy man like you.” We kissed some more and then I said, “on that note, it’s time to relieve some of that pressure and show you how much I have wanted you.” I stand up and grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom. In the bedroom we stand and kiss for a few minutes as we remove each other’s clothes. What they say about some skinny guys is true with Dan. As I pull his pants down a thick nine-inch cock bounces out and a string of precum flicks onto my stomach. Dan laughs and says, “it’s been a while”. I respond, “far too long I would say. Let’s change that”. We make out some more and explore our bodies standing. I am mostly smooth all over, but Dan is your typical skinny, naturally smooth young guy except for this gorgeous light fuzz of hair that starts at his belly button and trails down to his natural trimmed bush around his huge cock. He really does look like he has a third leg. Not only is he big, but he is also rock hard, and his cock stands at complete attention. I know then and there I want that cock deep inside me. We climb on to the bed kissing, and I am on my back with Dan on top of me as we kiss and his cock is rubbing against my stomach. As we make out, I instinctively spread my legs, and he slides comfortably between them as we kiss. With a slight adjustment down with his hips Dans cock slides behind mine and starts rubbing along my hole. He is precumming so much the motion is like a massage with oil and driving me insane with lust. As the head of his cock catches my opening he stops and looks at me and says, “I mean it, I’m not on meds. If I go in there is not turning back. Are you sure?” I move my ankles over his shoulders, lean up and kiss him and say “positive”. Dan smiles and I feel the head of his cock start to put pressure on my hole. He takes it slow, and I feel his thick cock pop past the first barrier and feel a slight pain then pure ecstasy. “Keep going” I explain. As Dan slowly enters me, I can see the pure joy in his eyes. That look when you are getting to do something you haven’t for a while. Knowing how much this turns him on turns me on as well. Once he bottoms out, he holds it there to let me adjust. He is huge. Holding it there, he kisses me for a while and explains, “I won’t last long”. I kiss him back. “We have all night to keep trying”. Dan slowly starts to fuck me. He is constantly moaning and groaning, and I can see he is trying to hold on to extend the experience. I grab his small arse and pull it in balls deep and say, “let it go”. And Dan immediately begins to shudder and start yelling “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming”. This goes on for some time and I can feel his cock twitching as he releases rope after rope of toxic seed in me. It feels magical. Dan slowly softens and pulls out with a plop and rolls on his back. I turn to him and run my hands all over his smooth body stopping at his tattoo and slowly stay there caressing it. Dan turns on his side to face me and begins making out with me some more. A far cry from the pump and dumps I am used too. “Sorry it was so fast. I couldn’t help it. It has been 6 months since fucking”. I kiss him and reply, “That’s ok. I wanted you inside me so bad, the faster the better. Besides, we have all night unless you have somewhere to be.” Dan reaches for his phone and says, “I’ll text my flat mates that I won’t be coming home tonight if that’s ok with you?” I respond with a kiss, “Perfect”. Dan then stays the night and fucks 3 more loads in me. We barely get any sleep. It is two weeks since that night, and Dan has not left. He has spent every night at mine, and decides to move in.

2. Jason I got home around 3:00, and managed to get my shoes and socks off before falling into bed. Nathan had gotten two more loads into me that night, and I could feel both his sperm and his virus slowly penetrating my gut, becoming a part of me as I fell asleep. In a weird way, it made me feel safe, that Nathan was becoming a part of me. I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. Normally, all I could think about was sticking my cock into a warm mouth or a tight hole and blasting my load into it. But that morning, I really wanted to feel a cock inside of me, pounding me, and forcing a load deep into me. And I wanted it to be Nathan's dangerous cock. My hand went down to my shaft, and started to stroke it. As I jerked off, all I could think about was the night before. Nathan's body against mine. Nathan's dick inside me. His mouth against mine. And most of all, those moments when his eyes rolled back, his hips thrust, and he exploded inside of me. His toxic dick snot shooting into me. I had only cum once last night, as he was fucking me the second time, so it didn't take long for me to get off that morning. It was a deep, wrenching explosion shooting hard from my cock. I shot all over myself, covering my chest with cum. Looking at it pooling on my pecs, I knew that I was still shooting blanks. Nathan hadn't yet been able to fire the kill shot. Lying there with a trail of jizz across my chest, freshly jerked out in Nathan's honor, I knew I had to see him again. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be just like him. I gave in to the inevitable, and called him. "Hey there. Was just thinking about you," he said. "You were?" "Yeah. We started something last night, and we need to finish it." "You mean?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that. He had gotten to my desires so directly. But, my dick surely knew my needs, getting hard immediately upon hearing him. How had he known so well what I wanted? "I was looking at the pictures from the photo shoot. We never even managed to get you undressed." I laughed. It never occurred to me that we hadn't even gotten a naked picture of me. "True, I guess we found other things to do." I remembered how I had begged him for the third load of the night, how it surprised me how much I needed it. And how much both of us had enjoyed the long fuck to get it into me. Part of me wasn't quite ready to face that need again. I had butterflies in my stomach, but my cock was throbbing. "We did find better things to do, didn't we? Don't worry though. I'm sure we'll be doing those things soon enough. I could give your ass at least two more loads right now." My ass twitched in anticipation. "Not having any second thoughts about me fucking you raw, are you?" "No. I've already jerked off this morning remembering it," I said. Judging by how hard my cock was right now, I probably had at least one more load in me. "Nice. I wish I had been there to see that." I asked "Please, can I see you tonight?" I was pretty sure of the answer, but I didn't know his schedule. "Of course. Swing by around 7:00. Wear the same clothes. We do need to finish the photo shoot. Otherwise Thomas is going to wonder." I wanted to keep Nathan on the phone and hear his voice as I pounded out another load. But I knew he had work to do. And I needed to start my day. "I'll see you then." "Good. And don't jerk off again. I want you horny and eager. I'm not going to jack off, so there will be a few big loads for you." We hung up. I was literally shaking in excitement. And fear. I had just made arrangements for another round of bareback fucking by an HIV-positive man. As the bottom. No pulling out. No avoiding his deadly virus. Two days ago, it would have been something I would have never imagined, much less considered. But today, I was fighting myself not to jerk off again thinking about it. I decided to try to distract myself and went to the gym. At the gym, I found myself working my glutes hard. It was as if my sub-conscious wanted to give Nathan the best possible ass to fuck, for him to want nothing else than to have his cock deep in my hole. Of course, seven o'clock didn't come anywhere near fast enough. As the hours dragged by, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to show up a little early. Before the gym, I had laid out the same clothes as the day before: the jeans, the tank top, and the jock strap. The jock strap smelled a bit of sex, some lube, a bit of cum, and a bit of Nathan. As I put it on, the smell and feel of it made my cock harden. I had to try to think about something other than Nathan in order to fit into the jock. Even the walk to Nathan's house was a constant source of reminders of him. In guys I passed, I thought I could see his eyes, maybe a hint of his smile, or worst of all a shadow of his cock in their crotches. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get through a full photo shoot without jumping Nathan and making him ravage my unprotected hole. Finally, I got there, and rang the doorbell. In moments, he was at the door, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. I could see a bit of his chest hair poking out through the top of the t-shirt and it was hard not to bury my face into it right there at the door. He pulled me in, grabbed my ass, and started to kiss me. I didn't resist. I couldn't resist. I let him explore my mouth and push himself against me. Like the night before, as I inhaled his scent, I knew I wouldn't deny him anything he wanted. It would be fundamentally wrong deny him any pleasure I could give. Finally, he broke off the kiss. "God, it's good to see you again." "Yeah. I couldn't wait to see you either." "So, should we get to work?" He closed the door, and motioned for me to follow him back to the studio. As we walked to the back, I noticed his ass for the first time. Like everything about Nathan, it was nearly perfect. I wondered if I would ever get to slide my cock up there, and mark, just as he was marking me. I wanted him to be mine. "Here we are. Why don't we start with you getting undressed?" he said. "Go slowly, so I can take pictures." "Sounds good." He had the camera and lights already set up, so I just started to undress. I unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall. In some photo shoots, it was hard for me to connect with the photographer, and figure out what he wanted me to do next. But with Nathan, it was easy. I wanted him as aroused as possible, until he had no choice but to rape me. I turned around, and bent over to unlace my boots. I knew he was getting an excellent view of my ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jock. I reached back, and pulled apart my cheeks. He moved in for a close-up of my hole. We continued this slow dance of me undressing: first, boots off. Then close-ups of my feet. Standing and stretching. Next, a slight smile on my face as my hand dropped into my jock strap. Stroking my cock. Tank top coming off. Tweaking my nips. Bending over. Pulling off my jeans. Finally, I reached back again, and slid a finger into my hole. As I pulled my finger out, I heard him stop taking pictures. "Wait. Stop," he said. I stood up. "What's wrong?" "This isn't right." I looked at him, but he was smiling. "There's no cum dripping out of your hole. We need to fix that." He unzipped his shorts, and stepped out of them, his already erect member popping up. "I think you're right. You got some fresh jizz ready for me?" "Definitely. Get my cock wet and ready, boy." I got down on my knees right in front of him, wrapping my lips around the tip of his shaft. Nathan's cock was pretty thick. I did my best to get it in my mouth. But, I wasn't really used to giving head. I tried my best to work my way down his shaft, I was able to get about half way down comfortably, his cock head was just pushing against the back of my throat. I looked up at him, and he was looking down, smiling. "All the way boy. You can do it, I know." I could hear the steely masculinity in his voice. I knew if I couldn't do it, Nathan would have no trouble forcing it into my throat. And he would probably even enjoy it. I swallowed, and started to work his shaft down my throat. Better I did it at my pace rather than at his pace. After a few minutes of effort, his cockhead was nestled in my throat, pushing against my windpipe. It was a new feeling of submission for me, knowing how close I was to either choking or gagging. Other guys, when I gave them head, it wasn't such a big deal. I'd work on their dickhead, lick up the pre-cum, and move on to the main course of getting my cock into their hole. This time was different. Nathan wanted control over my body, to know that he could do anything he wanted. And I was giving it to him, inch by gag-inducing inch. I looked up at him. He was watching me, enjoying me getting his cock hard and wet. "Don't stop, Jason. You're doing fine." He reached up and pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it in the corner. Seeing his hairy, muscular chest made me want him all the more. I reached around, and grabbed the small of his back, using the leverage to force myself the last inch down his shaft. That proved to be a little more than I could bear, and I felt myself gagging, unable to stand his cock in my throat any more. Nathan reacted quickly, pulling his cock out. "Relax boy. It's ok." His hands rubbed my head, comforting me. Just his cockhead was in my mouth, letting me breathe again. My mouth was watering, and a few tears dripped from my eyes. "You're doing well. It's not easy, is it?" he said. I nodded, just enjoying feeling his legs press against my chest, his dick drip some precum into my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and kneeled down, his face level with mine. I stared into his penetrating hazel eyes. "You look so beautiful with my shaft in you mouth. I want this to work for both of us." He kissed me. "It's bigger than I'm used to," I said. I was still crying a bit, a reaction to gagging on his manhood. He wiped the tears away from my cheek. "But I want you inside me." "I know. Just a second. Stay there." He stood up and went to a table in the corner. As he walked there, I couldn't help but stare at his now naked ass once more. Even that was sexy, I found myself wanting to bury my face in his crack, find his hairy hole and lick it. Get him to moan, and beg me to stick my cock up there. Not with the weak shaft I had now, but fucking him with my powerful poz cock. When both of us were infected with his virus. He pulled some lube and a bottle of poppers out of a drawer, and came back. "This should help," he said, as he put the bottle under my nose. I took a long hit, then he put it under the other nostril. "Again, Jason." I did another huff, knowing I'd be flying shortly. He did a hit himself, then held the bottle back under my nose. "Ready to take it all the way down, boy?" he asked. I nodded, and he put the cap back on the bottle. I looked at his hard shaft, right at eye level. Powered by the poppers, I knew I could do this. I felt his hands on the back of my head, his dripping cockhead against my lips. Then his cockhead was in my mouth, the virus-laden precum on my tongue. Further in, his cockhead was against the back of my throat,and I felt the beginning of a gag. I forced myself to ignore it, and then his cockhead was in my throat. Nathan pushing in further, and I was opening up to accept him. Then his cockhead was deep in my throat. Finally, my lips hit his pubes, and the two of us were linked perfectly together. It was one of the many ways two men could join as one, and it was a connection that we both needed right then. His balls were resting on my chin with his shaft deep in my throat. He was dripping his deadly pre-cum right into my stomach. The poppers had turned this from merely me on my knees sucking him off to outright cockworship. I was giving him the devotion a masculine, commanding man demanded and deserved. I had my hands wrapped around his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle in them and letting me keep my head right against his body. He was still holding the back of my head, which helped to keep my lips right up against his trimmed pubic hair. He moaned, enjoying the feeling of getting all the way into me, and me swallowing the full length of his shaft. "Fuck, Jason. That feels amazing." He relaxed his grip on my head slightly, and pulled out a bit. Then pushed his dick back in, the edge of his cockhead massaging my throat. I found, to my surprise, that my throat had relaxed enough that his penetration didn't bother me at all. I let him enjoy the pleasure of throatfucking me. I was finally able to let him slowly work his cock in and out. His hard shaft was going in and out of my mouth, rubbing against my tonsils and pressing into my airway. Finally, I had to take a breath, and pulled off of his dick. I looked up at Nathan, and he was staring down at me, his expression one of total bliss. "That head was fucking awesome, boy," he said. "How did it feel for you?" "Like kissing a god," I said, in between gasps of air. I hadn't thought I would be able to do it, but between the poppers and deep concentration, it seemed almost easy. "I love your cock inside of me. Any way I can get it. Any way you want." "And I love sticking my erection in you, Jason." He held my face close by his cock. I could feel the heat from it and could sense how wet it had gotten in my throat. "You want me to continue mouthfucking? Or cam I get back into your ass?" he asked. As much as I had liked sucking him off, I really wanted his weapon in my ass. All day, I had been dreaming of him fucking me again. The blow job was just to get him ready. I needed him to blast another load of his pozcum inside of me. "Get back in my ass. I need you to breed me again." "Right on, Jason." He pulled me up from my knees, and kissed me. His hands moved down to my ass, grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel his fingers gently rub over my hole. The contact sent chills through my entire body. He broke off the kiss, "You recovered from last night? Ready for more?" he asked. "I hope. Go slowly at first, please." "Once my cock gets inside your hole, I'm not sure I can control myself. I want to plow that hole deep. And hard." He pushed his cock between my legs, the head rubbing up against my hole. He continued, "I want to plant my seed way up there. Let it grow in your fertile, innocent body." "Please. Fuck me. Breed me," I said. I was rubbing my hole against his cock like a cat in heat. "Turn around. Bend over," Nathan told me. I did as I was told. My ass was up in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Nathan handed me the poppers, and poured some lube on my ass. It was a little cold at first, but he rubbed a finger over my hole, pushing in and loosening me up. I opened up easily, and soon he had three fingers inside of me. "Ready?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I need your cock inside of me. Your cum blasted deep." I was surprised at how quickly I had opened up. It was a sign of how badly I needed him. I took a hit from the poppers, and was then ready for his penetration. Nathan put some lube on his shaft, then lined his cock up with my hole. I could feel the head pushing against me. In an instant, I was no longer in control of myself. Some animal part of me had taken over, and was making all of my decisions for me. It was looking only for the immediate pleasure and not worrying about or caring about the consequences tomorrow. I pushed back against him, and with a quiet pop, his dick entered me. His poz cock. Again, totally raw and skin to skin. "Oh fuck. You feel so good," he said. "I could cum right now." He plunged all the way into me. With the poppers fueling me, I felt filled for the first time that day. Nathan fucking my hole raw was something I had always needed, but until yesterday had never known I wanted. "I'm not going to be able to last long," he said. He was pounding my hole in short, quick strokes. His dick was opening up my hole quickly, trying to force itself deep inside of me. "As long as I can get another load from you later," I answered. I didn't care when he came. I just wanted his sperm inside me. Although, I knew as soon as he pulled his cock out of me, I was going to want him back inside of me. I took another hit from the poppers. As I was snorting on the bottle, it suddenly flashed through my mind what else was in Nathan's semen: his virus. I was terrified, as my human, rational mind took over from my animal pleasure center. I wanted there to still be time to escape what I had gotten myself into. I would get some kind of morning-after pill. I would run away from this man, repress my attraction to him and his power to kill me. Be a good, safe boy for the rest of my life. But I knew it would mean I'd never really be alive. I'd never realize my true desires. Then the poppers hit me, and my animal side asserted its control again. I revelled in the pleasure of his cock inside of me. Suddenly, the danger and the risk of the bareback fuck became something that only tweaked my mind further. I was pushing back against his cock, and he was pounding me hard. We were both lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies, and the connection we had. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers from me. He did a hit. "I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "You want my load, don't you?" "Please, Nathan, cum inside of me," I said. Nathan grabbed my hips, and pulled me hard onto his cock. "Breed me with your poz cum." I didn't know where that outburst came from, but it was how I felt. I wanted to be related to this man. And getting his virus was the only way I knew how to seal that bond forever. Of course, it had to take. "Take it boy," he growled, "Take my toxic sperm." He slammed his cock into me one last time and held it there. I could feel his sperm shoot into me. He pushed in again, deeper and harder, right as another spurt of cum shot into my hole. He pulled out a bit, and the stimulation forced another jet of cum into me. On his next thrust, he let his dick fall out of my hole. I could feel some of his dangerous sperm land right on my pucker. I tried not to think of it as a waste, but I wanted it inside of me so badly. "So fucking hot, my jizz on your hole," he said. "Stay there, and don't get up." He quickly grabbed his camera, and started to take pictures. "Fuck, that's nice. Seeing my cum right on your raw ass." I heard the shutter click a few more times. "My negative, unprotected ass," I said. "Well, that's what we're trying to fix, boy," he said. "Too bad it didn't all go inside of me." "If you want my sperm so badly, why don't you push it into you yourself. That would be fucking hot, seeing you push it in." I reached back, and fingered my hole. It was still warm from the fuck, and wet and sticky from his cum. I used my finger to push his precious cum into me. He was taking pictures the entire time. "Damn. Thomas is going to wonder about these pictures," he said. "Let him," I said. "Not worried about your reputation as a top?" Nathan asked me. "I love bottoming for you," I said. I had stood up, and had turned to face him. Nathan was still taking pictures of me. He had fucked me with my jock strap on and my dick was sticking out of it. "Take off your jock," Nathan told me. "Not too fast though." I did as he asked, sliding my hand into my jock, and then slowly taking it off. He kept on taking pictures the entire time, getting close-ups of my hard shaft. "You want to be a bottom just for me?" he asked, as my jock dropped down around my feet. "Or would you let other guys top you?" I hadn't thought about that. Thomas usually always had a few guys gang up on a bottom, and I loved getting into a hole already wet with jizz. My attraction had initially been to just Nathan and his unique power over me. His question made me stop and think. "I don't know," I said, hedging my options. But as I thought about other guys getting their semen into me, my cock stiffened again and I started to leak pre-cum. Nathan saw the drop of pre-cum form at the tip of my cock. He took a few pictures of it, getting up close. "Seems like your cock is answering that question for you," he said. He ran his finger over the drop of pre-cum, then licked it off. "Tastes good," he said. "What do you think?" I asked him. "Your pre-cum? Delicious," he said. "No. About other guys fucking me. Bareback." He smiled. "Fucking hot. I'd love to see you take on a small group of guys." I started to stroke my cock, as he took more pictures. "Or, maybe a big group. And I'd like to be the last one, getting to feel my cock slide into your cum-filled hole. Get to work all that jizz into your body." "You serious?" I asked. I couldn't quite tell if he was just spinning a fantasy or being honest. But the thought was a total turn-on for me. It was as if I had just set foot into an entirely new world. There was so much here to explore. It was a scary world, but it was also incredibly exciting. Everything felt so new and fresh. I had never done anything quite like it before. "Absolutely. But you? Would you want do it?" he asked me. "Yeah, I would. Especially if you were involved." I said. "You want me to talk to Thomas about it?" I hadn't thought about that part. Getting it on tape, and knowing that guys would be jerking off to me getting bred was an entirely different level of involvement. Knowing that strangers would be imagining their cocks inside of me raw, fantasizing about their opportunity to knock up the strong, muscular top. It was exciting, but also overwhelming. "Not the first time," I said. "It's going to be intense enough without the overhead of filming." "I understand. It makes sense and it's cool. But, do you want me to make it happen? For real?" Nathan asked. I noticed his cock was getting hard again. One hand was on my cock, one hand was playing with my nipple. Between Nathan having just fucked me, and him asking if I wanted to be gang-banged by a group of men, I was completely aroused. "Yes. I do. But I want you in charge." I said. I noticed that Nathan's cock was getting hard again. "Seems like you are into the scene as well." "Fuck yeah," he said. "You're a hot guy. I'd love to see you get pounded raw by a bunch of men, dropping their loads into your hole." "And these guys?" I paused. "Are they going to be poz as well?" "I had thought they would be. That's what you want, isn't it?" Nathan said. "Yes. It is," I said. I had made another step into this new world, another decision on my journey. And my cock was throbbing in anticipation.

I thought the topic of this thread was the unaliving of Jonathan Joss and other attacks on black and brown gay and trans people.

Hooked up with a top in his 70s online this week. He had a rather large dick and a fuck bench so what's not to like. Invited me over and when I arrived he told me he wanted to be sucked off first. He was 6ft,3 , wearing army boots and combats and I could hardly get his dick in my mouth. He told me he was going to breed my hole and took me into his garage. His fuck bench was home made but did the trick. He bent me over it and applied straps to my arms wrists around my boots and thighs with a big one over my body leaving me totally secured. He fucked my face again pushing deep down my throat and then said he was going to "bugger" me hard and raw. I was in no position to back out and didn't want to as I was very turned on by this. He said i'd needed to be gagged and took some duct tape and silenced me with it then got up behind me and pushed hsi big cock up my arse hammering me for ages. He was very verbal and told me he took ages to cum and I was his bitch until he did. Finally he shot a big load inside me ripped off the duct tape and made me clean his cock up. Best bondage fuck in ages.

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Spent this last weekend at the gay campground. Theme was leather and despite the threat of rain just about every camp site was taken. Various themes and parties occurred during the day and at night the sponsors of the event hosted a play party. Throughout the weekend, I managed fuck 7 guys and take the loads of three others. Had a great time, minimal attitude and most were down with playing. The sponsors did a fantastic job of organizing and running the event.

5. Nathan I woke up the next morning to the sounds of an unfamiliar alarm. I remembered that Jason was next to me, still sound asleep. Still sleep-fogged, I realized that it was Jason's phone right as the ringing stopped. He looked so peaceful, sleeping there in my bed, totally oblivious to the phone. My cock twitched, still hard with morning wood and eagerly anticipating the chance to get back inside the boy. I wondered if there was still any of the sperm from last night's activities, or if Jason's body had already absorbed all of of my swimmers. It would be nice to slide up there without needing any additional lubrication, but I thought that would be unlikely. As I was getting ready to wake him for a morning fuck, his phone chirped again: this time for a voice message. I nudged him slightly, and he yawned, smiling at me. "Wake up," I said. "Your phone was ringing." "Fuck," he said. "What time is it?" I had to look at the clock. I was surprised to see that it was still early. "Not too late. Only 8:30." "Damn. Who calls me so early?" Jason asked. He reached across me and grabbed his phone from the bedtable. I could feel his hard cock rub against me, and I wondered how the buttplug was feeling for him his morning. He listened to the message. As he did, my fingers played across his body, working their way down to his trimmed pubes and then between his legs. The buttplug was still lodged in place, and I grabbed the base, slowly twisting it. Jason let out a small gasp as the plug spun in his ass, but made no move to stop me. "Fuck. Thomas wants me to film a scene tomorrow morning," Jason said, putting down the phone. "That a problem?" I asked. "Not really. I was just going to work out. I can fit it in. And the money wouldn't hurt either." He paused for a moment. "Just not sure I'm in a top mood right now." I had been hoping he was going to want another load pounded into him this morning. He smiled at me, and I knew he wanted it just as badly as I wanted to give it to him. "Well, I've got a hard cock that needs some relief this morning," I said. "For tomorrow, just do the scene, and get your rocks off. Once you're done, balls drained, you should come over here and get your gut pumped full of sperm. Sound good?" "Fuck yeah. That's what I'll be needing," he said. He reached down and grabbed my hand. Together, we pulled on the buttplug, and with a wet pop, it came out of his hole. "And right fucking now, I need some of your special sperm," he said. Jason climbed on top of me. His ass was now empty and I knew he needed something to fill it. He wasted no time starting to rub himself against my hard cock. Reaching beside me I fumbled through the bedstand for some lube. There were some rubbers, but I knew we wouldn't be needing them this morning. I grabbed the lube and found a bottle of poppers. I handed the poppers to Jason, and put some of the lube on his tight hole. He moaned as the slick, cold liquid spread over his senstive hole. I pushed a finger up into his hole. There was still a bit of the lube from last night up there. Jason did a quick hit of the poppers. As they hit, his ass opened up for me. It didn't take lone for me to be able to get two fingers up there. "You ready for the real thing?" I asked. "Please, yes," he gasped as we both fumbled into position for him to sit on my shaft. I tried to stroke my shaft a bit, getting just enough lubrication on it for it to slide into him. But he couldn't even wait that long. He was pressing against my cockhead, forcing himself onto my shaft. His hole swallowed my cockhead easily, and almost before I knew it, he had taken the full length of my cock. The speed of the penetration was surprising. I had bare been able to prepare for it. He took a few seconds to get used to me inside of him, just sitting on my cock, not moving. "So hot and so moist," I said, enjoying being back inside of this amazing man. "Gonna give you a potent load this morning." "Please man, you know I want it," he said. He had acclimated to having my cock in him, and was now riding it aggressively. Even though I was rock hard, I still I had to hold on to his waist and guide his movements to make sure I stayed in his hole. I was scared I was going to pop out of him right as I was spurting, and my precious seed would go to waste. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit myself, then offered it to him. He took it readily, and soon we were both floating on a cloud of pleasure. I could only focus on the warmth around my dick and all that Jason knew was my manhood invading him. I had woken up horny, and I knew I wasn't going to last long with him riding me like this. "I'm gonna cum soon," I said. "You still want me to shoot it inside?" "Do you even have to ask? You know I want your sperm. Your cum. Fuck, I want your virus," he said. He had a look of raw desire on his face, and I was only too happy to give him what he needed. "Take it, boy," I grunted. My hips were thrusting wildly, pushing my cock into the abyss of his hole. I could feel my jizz shooting out of my cock, right into his body. "Get your morning injection of my HIV-laden sperm," I said. "Please man, give it to me. Shoot your jizz deep in me." He was milking my cock with every stroke, getting every drop of cum he could. It was hard to believe that only a few days ago, he self-described as exclusively top. He had rapidly become one of the best bottoms I had ever fucked, able both to get me off quickly and take the longest poundings I had given. Not to mention his unique talent of extracting every drop of semen out of me. "Damn. Love your cum in my hole," he said. "No. Not love. I need your poz juice in my hole." Luckily I had a few more spurts of cream to give him. My balls hadn't had very long to re-fill from the previous night, so it wasn't as big of a load as I dreamt of giving Jason. But it would be more than enough jizz to start off his day properly. "You want to get off, boy?" I asked him. Jason's cock was still hard as a rock, bouncing up and down as he rocked on top of me. He had taken the poundings without any complaint, and it was time for him to get one more reward, above and beyond my toxins in his body. "I wish I could. If I'm doing a shoot tomorrow, I need to avoid cumming today," he said, regretfully. "This evening, I'll be hard as steel and bouncing off the wall." I remembered what it was like to be young and constantly horny. He slid off my cock, and laid down beside me. "What are you doing today?" "Need to edit some photos and get out a contact sheet or two. But no other plans. And you?" "Gym. And I need to work this afternoon. The normal. Can I come over tonight? I want to see you again. I want you to breed me some more." "Of course. You're going to get all the cum I can give you tonight. And tomorrow. And as long as you want. When is the taping tomorrow?" I was wondering how much of Jason's time I could get over the weekend. I had remembered our conversation the previous night about other guys fucking him. I was hoping I could make the weekend a special one for him. "He wants me there at 10:00. Probably last about six hours or so. Why?" "I was thinking what we could do over the weekend." "Fuck me? Repeatedly? Deeply?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "Well, of course that. Get more of my potent cum into your hole. But I was thinking." I paused. "About?" "Well, I was thinking about what we were talking about the other night. I could probably find a few friends to come over. Help you continue on your journey. You'd get a few more strains, which will help to overpower any of your defenses." I wasn't sure if I was going too fast for him. But it got me aroused just thinking about several guys using his hole. And I'd get to enjoy the aftermath. "I mean, if you'd be up for that." "Fuck man. You were serious about that, weren't you?" "I was. You still ok with it?" I looked down and saw that he was slowly stroking his cock. It hadn't gone down at all since I had fucked him. If anything it had gotten harder since I mentioned the possibility of a gang-bang. Right as I started to watch him, a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. I knew my question had been answered. "Definitely down for that, Nathan. I'll take any load of cum from you or that you direct my way. Don't care who it's from, what their status." He rubbed the pre-cum onto his shaft, using it as lube. "Anything for you. I'm completely serious," he continued. "Anything." "Not scared? Nervous? Or even worried?" He was putting his ass on the line, literally and figuratively. "Yeah, I am. A little. But you're around to guide me, and this is something I need to do. I probably needed to start this a long time ago, and I just didn't realize it. Now I do." He paused, our eyes locked together. "And you're a man that I trust. And I need to do this. With you." He kissed me. "How many guys are you going to get to nail me?" "I'll have to see who is available. I know a few guys that are definitely up for breeding and seeding your hole. And I'm sure one or two would especially welcome the chance to fuck a hot top like you. A fucking sexy, negative top, no less." "So, they would all be poz, right?" he asked. "Of course. For you, it's the toxic seed you need, not just the bareback fucking." I was glad he was still willing to go forward with this. He had an amazing ass, and it felt selfish not to share. I wanted other men to experience the pleasure I was getting out of it. And I wanted him to get used to letting men use his hole. Right now, I knew he was desperate for every time he could get my hard cock, for every drop of my deadly cum he could take. The mania to bottom would be reduced once he was infected, but I wanted him to be hooked on the feeling of a cock in his hole, and used to many different guys breeding him. "Awesome man. And you'll fuck me after that?" "Of course. I'd love to work all those loads into you." I sat up in the bed. "Want a shower to start the day?" I could see a bit of dried cum still on his chest, and I knew his ass was still wet and sticky with lube and sperm. "Nah," he said, getting out of bed. "I'll work out, then shower." He pulled on his shorts, skipping the jockstrap entirely. "Besides, I love being at the gym and reeking of a night of sex. Makes the other guys jealous." "Or horny?" I asked. I had this image of Jason fucking some older muscle stud in the shower. He would be focused on pounding the stud's ass and totally oblivious to all the men around the periphery stroking their cocks in naked desire. I had a need to be that muscle stud and be getting Jason's cock in my ass. But getting fucked by him would have to wait. I had a mission I had to complete first. "That too," he said. "I've recruited several guys for the films because they were staring at me in the shower and lockers." I followed him as he wandered into the studio, gathering up his stuff and pulling on the rest of his clothes. "Sweet. And you can now offer up your ass as well as your cock." "Right on Nathan." He had found all of his stuff and put on his shoes. "I wish I could stay longer. But I need to hit the gym, before I have to get to work." He gave me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him one last time, and kissed him back, longer, deeper. Our tongues probed each other, and I felt my cock stirring again. Unfortunately, we had to break it off far too soon. I walked him to the front door, and saw him out. I didn't really care that I was still naked. Most of my neighbors had seen me naked at least once before. As he walked down the street, out of sight, I stood in the doorway, naked, and feeling more alone than I had felt in a long time. I had to figure out what to do with the day. I wanted Jason to still be here, telling me how much he wanted my cum in his hole. I knew that the product shot that afternoon was going to be pretty simple, which left far too much time to think about the HIV-infected loads marinating in Jason's hole, and how I could get more of them into him. I started by making some coffee. As I was drinking my first cup, I began to e-mail my friends and fuckbuds. I wanted to find out who would be able to make it tomorrow.I wanted Jason to really enjoy getting fucked by other guys, not just me. I wanted to have not just a fondness for cum, but an outright love for cum, a need for his ass to be dripping smene. I knew it was going to be a bit of a crapshoot, who would be both available and willing. I tried to find more than I thought I needed or wanted, figuring that there would be a lot of rain checks. As I browsed the morning paper, and worked on a second cup of coffee, I started to get some e-mail. The first acceptance came in. Michael said he was available later in the evening. That worked well; I wanted Michael to get him last, when Jason's ass was dripping with jizz. Michael had a perverse sexuality, and I knew he would be able to make Jason squirm with pleasure and writhe with fear. From the beginning, I knew I wanted Jason and Michael to fuck, but I was still a bit nervous about the pairing. Michael was intense. Although I was pretty sure Jason would be able to handle it, I wasn't completely sure he wouldn't break down. Within an hour, I had four people confirm. First up would be Sean. We had a long history together, despite him occasionally disappearing into heavy partying. Next would be Jake, a guy I had met through Thomas. He was usually a bottom, but was slowly learning about his top side. After that would be Eli, a hung Afro-American thug type. He has found out he was poz while in prison. I hadn't asked much about his life before that, or how he had ended up in jail. Finally, there was Michael to wrap up the afternoon. Together, the four would make an interesting cross-section of men for Jason to experience. As well, Jason would get a chance to learn how they had gotten the virus, and how each one coped with and enjoyed their poz sttus. Of course, they would breed Jason with their deadly semen. It would be exactly what Jason needed as the next step on his journey.

4. Jason Despite having just pounded my ass twice and shot two loads in me in less than an hour, Nathan seemed to hardly need any time to recover. Even before his cock had fallen out of my hole, he had grabbed the camera from the table. He shot pictures of the remanants of jizz on my stomach, my post-orgasmic smile, and my slowly softening cock. "Remember, you're here first and foremost for a photoshoot," he said, smiling. "The breeding is just an extra." I didn't mind the picture taking that much. But what I really wanted was for him to lie next to me, to feel his warm skin next to me, and to know this was more than just professional, that we were more than just fuckbuddies. I hoped I wasn't reading too much into our mutual attraction. Maybe he just wanted me for my negative hole, another boy for him to poz up, and another notch on his belt. I was happy to be his neg boy, but I was realizing I wanted more from him, something deeper. "You almost done with the pictures?" I asked. "I think so. Just want to get a few of you dressing though." I hoped that my face didn't reveal how much of a punch in the stomach that statement was. I didn't want to get dressed an leave. I had been hoping to spend more time with Nathan. Maybe even get to wake up in his bed tomorrow, his morning wood ready to plunge deep into my greedy hole. "Sure. What do you want me to do?" I wanted to be a good sport about it, even if I wanted to stay naked in his bed. He hadn't actually sent me home yet, and there was the chance that I could get him aroused enough to give me another charged load. "Why don't you start by putting on your jeans?" I grabbed my jockstrap, and began to put it on. "No. Not the jock. Just the jeans. Leave them unbuttoned." I was relieved. It would give me one more chance to get undressed in front of him. We continued the shoot. He ended up taking pictures of me in various stages of dress: just the jeans, just the tank top, and finally, a few with just the jock strap. The entire time, he stayed undressed, giving me a chance to examine his muscular body as he moved around me. To get a better angle, he would sometimes lie down on the ground. Other times he would stand on a chair over me. As he continued moving around, I noticed that his cock was slowly getting hard again. Finally, after nearly thirty minutes of taking pictures, he put down his camera. "I think that's enough. And anyway, I've filled up the memory card." At that point, I was in just the tank-top, my cock erect again and sticking straight up. "What now?" I asked. "You want to look at them?" he asked. It took me a moment to realize he was referring to the photographs. "Sure," I said. He motioned for me to follow him. I went to grab my jeans, but he stopped me. "Don't bother," he said. "I'm not going to get dressed yet." I followed him out of the studio back into his house. He ended up leading me to his study. There was a table in the middle, stacked high with photo books, a small couch in a corner, and in the other corner, a good sized desk with several computer montiors on it. He sat down in front of the computers, and motioned for me to sit in his lap. On the walls were large photographs pinned up loosely, most of men at various stages of nudity. I wondered if they were examples of his work. "Let's see what we have," he said. I was sitting between his legs, and I could feel his cock up against my ass. He was resting his head on my shoulder, and his beard rubbing against my skin was wired directly to my dick. One hand was on the mouse, using it to drive the computer. With his other hand, he reached around my waist, and he started to play with my cock. "Already hard again?" he whispered into my ear. His fingers ran up and down my rigid shaft. "It's easy around you," I answered. "Are these photographs yours?" I asked, indicating the ones on the wall. "Most of them, yeah." He spun the chair around and pointed at one. "That's Alan, if you were wondering." The picture was of an amazingly handsome man, with sandy brown hair, and a slight beard. Even from here, I could see his piercing blue eyes. He was shirtless, a spray of hair on his chest. Right above his unbuttoned blue jeans, there was a bright red biohazard symbol. Even from the photograph, his energy and raw sexuality was palpable. I would have jumped on his cock in a heartbeat, never once caring about his status. He turned the chair back to the computer, and returned to looking at the pictures of me. They were good, but I wasn't focusing on them. I was thinking about Nathan and Alan together. I wondered what Nathan thought in those moments as Alan first pushed his raw cock into Nathan's unprotected hole. Was he scared or excited? Had he known hot it would change his life? Had he given up his ass as readily as I had? "Now, that's fucking hot," Nathan said. I jumped out of my reverie and looked at the screen. It was a close-up of my ass, with some of Nathan's jizz dripping out. "Seems like a waste to me," I said. My hole was twitching, already needing Nathan back inside of me. "I want it inside" "Don't worry," Nathan said. "You'll get many more loads to replace it." He continued to page through the pictures. His cock was pressing into my back, slowly getting hard. His hand had also moved down, below my balls, and a finger was slowly tracing out my wet and tender hole. "You want to stay here tonight?" he asked. "Yes, I do." I tried not to answer too quickly. I didn't want to seem too eager to stay, to get to sleep with him. "Good," he said. "I wanted you to spend the night here. You getting tired at yet?" I looked at the time, and realized that it was nearly midnight. "I'm not as much of a night owl as I used to be," he said. "Yeah, I could go to bed," I said. "Good." He pushed me up out of the chair. He pointed me out of the study, to the bedroom. I lead, he followed. Once in the bedroom, he went into the bathroom. I heard him shuffle through a drawer. "Here's a toothbrush for you," he said. I followed him into the bathroom. There were a few bottles of pills out on the counter, and he had counted out a small pile of the pills. "Is that for..." I asked, my voice trailing off. It was a frank reminder of an aspect of the illness I hadn't really thought about. "Yeah, it is," he said. I was quiet as he counted out two more pills. He slowly took all of them. "You ok with this?" he asked, as he drank the last of the glass of water. He turned and looked me square in the eye. "I mean, the whole pozzing thing? We haven't really talked about it. We've just done it." He put the bottles away, a line of yellow soldiers in formation along the back of the counter. They were fighting a war we both knew they would eventually loose. I was quiet. I didn't know what to think. Once more, I was scared and wanted to run away. I had gotten myself into something I couldn't comprehend. I hadn't thought it through clearly or even much past the initial stages. I had just reacted to Nathan's masculinity and charisma. I had been letting my cock think, and more dangerously, I was still letting my hole, still hungry for sperm, do most of the decisions. I stared at Nathan, looking at him with fresh insight, more knowledgeable about what I was getting myself into. He was still a fucking sexy man, and I still wanted his cock fuck me. That cock would stay unsheathed. I was willing for him to mark me permanently as payment for these pleasures. I wouldn't ever ask him to pull out. I didn't know how to say what had just been decided for me by my treacherous cock and hole. Instead, I went up to him and just wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his scent. I could feel his cock against my groin, and it was getting hard. I knew what I needed to say was actually very easy. But, getting the word out, speaking it, was a harder thing than I had ever done. Finally, in just a whisper, I was able to say it. "Yes. Yes, I'm ok with everything." He didn't say anything in response. He just grabbed my head, pulled me in and started to kiss me. Our hands explored each other's bodies, never stopping the deep, searching kiss. He started to grab my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel his cock pressing against me, already hard as a rock. My fear of telling him my desires had now disappeared, and the words started to pour out of me. They were interrupted only by our frantic kissing. "Please, Nathan, I need your cock back inside of me," I was begging him. "You want my toxic jizz? Want me to infect you?" he asked. His cock was now between my legs, pre-cum starting to drip out. "Want to be my pozson?" "Fuck yes. I want your deadly virus. I need your dirty jizz inside me." I was grinding against his cock, trying desperately to get it into my hole. Unfortunately, because of our position, it wasn't going to happen. "Damn man. Put it in me," I asked. Nathan grabbed my ass, picking me up forcefully. He wrestled me onto the counter. Thankfully, my ass was now level with his tool. The stone top was cold against my bare skin, but I didn't care. "You sure you want it?" he asked. "You want a life of drugs every day?" He spit, and it landed on the tip of his dick. "Knowing your sperm is hazardous waste?" His cockhead was right against my hole. "Guys scared to even touch you in a bar?" The slightest push from him, and he would be inside. "Damn, Nathan. I don't care about that. All I want is your sperm. I need you to fuck me." I was trying to get my legs around his waist and pull him into me. I didn't want it to be his choice; I wanted to force him to breed my hole. It was now all about me, my hole, and my desires. However, he kept on pulling away, teasing me, getting me even more desperate for his cock and another deadly load injected deep into me. "You're a very hungry boy, Jason," he said. He was still teasing my hole with his cock, as I was squirming, trying frantically to get him inside of me. "You think you're worthy of my deathwand?" "Fuck. Give it to me. Infect me. Use your thick bioweapon on me." I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. The dirty talk was turning me on, and I needed some relief, even if it was just jerking myself off. Immediately, Nathan grabbed my hand and yanked it away. "No, boy. No touching yourself. No cumming until I say you can." He held my wrist tightly. We were well-matched in terms of strength, but I could probably overpower him if I wanted. Still, it would be a hard fight. Despite how badly I needed to get off, I needed his cock and ball juice even more, so I let him hold me back. "Ready for a kill shot?" he asked me. "Please, Nathan. You know I want it." I could barely control myself, I needed another load from him so badly. My cock was hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum even with just his cockhead nestled against my hole. "Drop your toxic load into me." Finally, Nathan pushed his cock into my hole. I had enough of his cum already inside of me that he slid in smoothly, filling me up. "You going to take my gun to the balls, boy?" he asked me, slamming his cock into my ass. "Fuck yeah! Pound it into me," I said. He released his grip on my wrist, and I went straight for my cock. "Is this really the kill shot?" I asked. I was enjoying the process, and I knew I would never get tired of him fucking me. But, at the same time, I wanted to know his seed had taken root inside of me. "You never know for sure. But you seem like a fighter. So, it's going to take a lot of fucking and a lot of cum before I can be sure I've knocked down all of your defenses." He slammed his cock into me hard. His balls were right up against my ass. Suddenly the fuck was right on the line between pleasure and pain. I must have winced, because I saw him smile. "It's not always going to be easy boy. And, at times this is going to hurt." Even as he said that, he kept on pounding my hole, not slowing down one bit. "But I know you can take it." He had an evil grin. "And I'm not going to stop." "Anything you can give me, I'm going to take," I said. "From a hard, raw, painful fuck to your deadly cum right into my unprotected hole." He adjusted his angle of attack. For a moment, I thought it was going to be easier, a little more gentle. But it wasn't. It only got worse. I felt every vein on his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "I trust you. You do know how to do this properly, right?" It was a strange paradox. I was trusting Nathan not to hurt me on the small things, even as he was also trying to give me a deadly disease. "Don't worry Jason. I'm going to make sure you're ok, even as we get you infected," he said. "But I'm still going to enjoy every single second of it." He slammed in deep, further than I expected, his cock exploring new territory. His cock opened up virgin parts of my body to exploit for its own deadly purposes. "This is what you need. I think even if you begged me, I wouldn't stop my deadly pursuit. I might not even slow down a bit." From what he had just said, I knew my next plea would be pointless, but I tried anyway. "Maybe not so deep, Nathan," I said. I was still a novice bottom, and he was pushing me way past my limit. "Please? At least this time?" "NO!" he said forcefully. I was surprised at the violence implied by his response. He shoved his cock all the way back into me, making sure it got deep, into a virgin part of my hole. There wasn't a drop of of lube or cum to smooth the journey through the channel. I was getting plowed open, fresh, fertile soil being tilled by the plowshare of his cock. "This is the way it has to be, Jason," he said, pulling out, then forcing himself into me more roughly than before. I tried my best to relax. I knew enough about bottoming that fighting his cock would only make it worse. It wasn't easy. My body was finally rebelling against this invader, realizing that Nathan's tool was a foreign body in some of my most intimate and delicate parts. "I know, Nathan. It's just more than I am used to right now." "I understand," he said. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers. He handed them to me. "But know this. This journey is going to be a hard one. Sometimes, this is how it is going to have to be." I understood. I was asking him to radically change me, and for it to be all pleasure and fun was unrealistic. I fumbled with the seal on the bottle, but was eventually able to get it open. I huffed deeply from the bottle, hoping that the poppers would help mask some of the pain of the fuck. It seemed like forever for them to take effect, but soon, I felt the wave of pleasure crash over my body. It helped, but it wasn't enough. I was still acutely aware of Nathan's powerful cock pounding my hole and every raw inch of his tool penetrating my abused hole. Nathan intuited my discomfort, probably from the expression on my face and my futile efforts to keep him from plunging all the way back into my body. "Still feeling my cock destroying you, huh?" he asked. "Yes," I said. The combination of pain, fear, and yes, pleasure was dominating my mind. It was hard not to yell out my answers in an effort to distract myself from the attack on my hole. "Please?" I begged. "Just a short break?" But, I already knew what his response was going to be. I prepared myself by doing another hit from the poppers. "You know we need to get my poisonous cum into your hole," he said, not once missing a stroke. "I could pull out. But then my seed would go to waste." I still had the poppers glued to my nose, trying to find some small place of peace amidst Nathan's attack on my body. "Do you want that?" "No," I said. "Please, no, don't waste it. I need you to get your virus into my hole." I was confused and scared. The fuck was turning painful, and I definitely wasn't enjoying it any longer. But at the same time, my attraction to Nathan was only getting stronger. My need for his jizz was as certain as ever. And despite, or maybe because of all these compteing emotions, my cock was still rigid and erect. The poppers were only further clouding my mind, making it hard for me to know what I really wanted. Although I didn't want to show any weakness to Nathan, it was hard for me to not start crying a bit. Nathan noticed my tears almost immediately. "It's scary, isn't it?" he said, stroking my cheek gently, almost lovingly. I could only nod in agreement. Despite his moves to comfort me, he hadn't stopped his pounding of my hole. "But, this all feels so good to me. Your warm, wet hole around my raw cock. Your young, innocent body under me. Your tears of pain and pleasure. It would be a betrayal of what we both want to slow down, or even worse, pull out." He took the bottle of poppers from me and held it under his nose. "But don't worry. I'm right on the edge." He took a long hit, then handed the bottle back to me. "Fuck man, breed me," I begged him. "Just fuck me hard and breed me. I want you to infect me.This is supposed to hurt, right?" "Right on Jason," he said. "You know this is how it has to be." Each stroke of his hard cock into me was like a hot poker. My hole was on fire, and I wondered if I was bleeding. I could barely imagine another second of this, much less what if Nathan decided that he wanted inside of me again tonight. "Oh fuck," Nathan screamed out, his cock forcing itself deep inside me again. Deep in my guts, there was a spurt of cum from his cock. His sperm was amazing. As Nathan's jizz spread across my hole, it quenched the fire I felt burning. I had expected it to make the pain even worse. Despite how hot his jizz was, it was like an ice cube deep in my hole, cooling and soothing it at the same time. "Please, fill my hole man. It feels so fucking good, your cum up there." "Fuck Jason. I want breed you every night. Getting to drain my balls into your hole is fucking paradise." He kept his cock in my hole, and I could feel several more spurts of his dirty cum fill me up. As it spread inside my body, I could feel the soreness and pain slowly disappear. "Like that?" he asked. I knew he saw my expression of relief. "Yeah, Nathan. With your jizz up there, it doesn't hurt as much." Nathan's orgasm had come to an end, and he was slowly pulling his cock out of my hole. "I don't want to loose a single drop of your cum," I said, clenching my ass around his shaft. "Good man," he said. With a pop, his cockhead fell out. It was an empty feeling, losing his penis from inside me. But at least his cum was still there. He kissed me, holding me close. "You ok?" he asked me as we broke off the kiss. "Yeah, I think," I said. "That was intense. More than I could take." His hand dropped down to my hole, and he pressed a finger into me. "Almost too much," I said. "Damn. Your hole is fucking hot. It was an intense fuck, even for me." He let his finger fall out of my hole. Nathan let go of me, but left me on the counter. He pulled out a drawer, and found something int it. "Let me put this in you. I want to make sure you don't loose a single drop of my death juice." He leaned down between my legs, and I felt something slide into my hole. "What is it?" I asked. It had slid in easily, and stayed in place. "Just a small buttplug," he said. "Make sure you don't loose a single drop of my pozcum." He helped me off the counter, to my feet, and lead me to his bed. I got in and he wrapped his arms around me as we got comfortable together. "You ok?" he asked me. "Yeah, I think I am." I was shaking a bit, trying to get used to the buttplug in my ass. At the same time, I was enjoying the mental and physical closeness I felt to Nathan. His scent filled my nose, and his body pressed up close to mine. "I'm glad. A good breeding can be really intense." He nibbled my neck, and his hand dropped down to my groin, fondling my cock. "But you took it like a man. And your ass felt so hot, so alive when I was inside you." "It's ok," I said. "I needed it" "Good. It's not always an easy process, you know." He paused for a moment. "Alan said it had to be rough and violent at times. But other times it will be tender and intimate. It was hard for me to understand then. I hope you can do it better than I did." "You're trying to get me sick. I know my body is going to struggle," I said. "And, sometimes, to be honest, it's hard for me to take mentally as well." "Don't worry. I'll be here for you. I wish I could say that if it gets to be too much, we'll stop. But I can't say that. Sometimes my virus takes over." "What if I didn't want this anymore?" I asked. "Is it too late for me?" "You can always leave, and it probably isn't too late." Nathan answered. His voice tore as he continued. "I'd be sad. But I would understand and I wouldn't stop you." Quietly he added, "Do you want to stop?" His arms tightened around me, holding me close to his warm body. Nathan's closeness was a rare comfort right then, feeling his warm body next to mine and his hands on my body. "No. I want to be here," I said. But, his matter-of-fact statement about what would be happening to me over the next few weeks was scary. I pressed up against him, trying to focus only on him, on my pleasure of having his semen inside of me. "You're sure you're ok?" he asked me, holding me close. It was at least this third time he had asked me that this evening. "With you next to me, inside me, yes," I said. I closed my eyes, and just stayed close to him. "Good. We should get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning. Or I can breed you again. Your choice." "Breeding," I said. It had been a long day for me, and even though my cock was still throbbing, I was getting sleepy. Nathan's breaths grew longer as well. I quickly fell asleep, nestled in the embrace of his strong arms.

Louie was an executive producer on an upcoming movie. He had been in the business for 42 years. now he was 64 years old. He knew how to get talent. Whether the talent had talent or didn’t. He was a powerful man in Hollywood. Nobody dared cross him. Julio was 22 years old. Had done some underwear modeling. A commercial for condoms and one commercial for McDonald’s. and some high school plays and community theater. His looks outweighed his actual acting talent. He was as they say “limited.” ”Are they’re any parts that you think I should try out for?” Julio asked his agent. His agent liked Julio, but she knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere in this business. It’s cutthroat after all. “Julio, you’re a good guy.” “But you’re reaching for the stars on this.” Penny said as she flicked back her dark red hair. “Excuse me for a minute.” “I have to go and sign for a package.” Leaving Julio alone in her office. He went through her notes and casting notices. He saw one for a film and the part of a lifetime. He knew he wanted to audition and get his foot in the door. He took out his phone and snapped the info. Julio went home. Called to setup the audition. What luck he thought. He was going to audition for the producer of the movie. With his rent two months pass due he needed this part. Julio got up early the next morning. He showered. Checked himself out in the mirror. He had an incredible body. Muscular. A nice ass. And a 91/2 inch cock. And with his Latino good looks. It was no wonder he was an underwear model. He took a selfie in his underwear for the hell of it. Julio was nervous. Louie Myers was a big movie producer. He single handily got the JAWS franchise going again. Won Oscars and Emmys for producing several movies and documentaries. “Hello” a voice came from inside the auditorium. “Hi” Julio said nervously. “When you’re ready Julio.” A woman’s voice spoke. Julio read and left. Louie got hard and knew he had to fuck Julio. Louie did some investigating. Found out that Julio was behind on his rent. His mother needed medical care. And Julio and maxed himself out trying to survive. Louie knew this part would change all that. But how far would Julio go was the question. Louie put his plan into action. Setting up a meeting with just him and the young man. Julio agreed to meet with Louie. Feeling that he had a shot at the part. After small talk. Louie got right to the point. “Spend a night with me and I can and will make your problems disappear.” Louie said in a commanding tone. “I’m not some whore who is for sale.” Julio spoke back. ”You’re in a lot of debt.” “You’re two going on three months behind on your rent.” “And your mother needs a live in nurse.” Her insurance doesn’t cover that.” “I know you love your mother.” “Look at it has saving her life, Julio.” Without another word, Julio left. Julio thought about reporting him. But who was he going to tell. He knew it was his word against the most powerful man in Hollywood. “Shit”. Julio said under his breath. Julio accompanied his mother to the doctor a few days later. Finding out the cost of his mother’s medication and in home health care was going to be expensive. His landlord was getting ready to evict him. Desperate, Julio called Louie and agreed to his terms. Julio thought to himself. “I hope this helps us.” Louie invited him to his penthouse. Very spacious. They had dinner and drinks. Afterwords. Louie made his move, rubbing Julio’s neck. “Don’t worry, you won’t be sorry.” Louie whispered to Julio. Louie undid his pants. Showing a massive hard on through his underwear. “Go head, touch it.” Louie said softly. Julio did has he was told. Louie reached to unbutton Julio’s pants. He took off his pants standing there in front of Louie in his underwear. “Take your underwear off” Louie ordered. Julio did and Louie started sucking him. Julio hated himself. But with no other choice. He had to sleep with Louie. Louie stopped sucking Julio’s cock. And both took off their shirts. Julio was pushed down to his knees and forced to suck Louie’s cock. Which seemed to get harder in the young man’s mouth. Louie removed his cock from Julio’s mouth and kissed him. Julio hated this. He couldn’t back out his mother was depending on him. Louie told Julio to lay back on the couch. And spread his legs. Louie lubed up his dick and Julio’s ass. Surprisingly, Louie slid in Julio’s ass pretty easily. Louie rubbed his hands all over Julio’s body. “Fuck.” Julio moaned. “I knew you would enjoy my cock, you slut.” “Whoring yourself out to me for a movie part.” Louie said thrusting his hard cock into now the young man’s none virgin ass. Louie got on the floor with Julio going on for what seems like hours. Louie then got Julio into his bed. Fucked him for a lot longer. Louie shouted “I’m cumming in you.” “You little whore!” Louie grunted and shot his loads inside the young man’s ass. The next morning. Louie fucked Julio one more time. When Julio got home. His rent was paid. His mother’s medical expenses were paid off and so was his credit card debt. He gotten the part and a nice paycheck for it. But Julio didn’t get it in his talent. He whored himself out. And unfortunately for Julio. When he auditioned for parts he would have to continue to do so. Since he didn’t have the talent for films. But for being a cumdump for Louie.

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I've been horny as fuck all day, fired up the app's (Sniffies and BBRTS) and this beautiful BBC hit me up and we chatted for a min. Within 30 he was in my garage and in my ass balls deep. Nutted in me about 10 min's in. Gave him the poppers and it set him off lol. Great cock, said my hole was 10/10 so I'll be expecting more hole hole stretching from this hot guy

16- On the hunt / Alert Connor had woken up late the day after his Gym adventure remembering strange nightmares of humanoid creatures chasing him though a black oily swamp thick with fog, before they dragged him into that oily corruption. he had put it down to a cold or flu coming on he had the normal symptoms brain fog, his muscles had ached and he had sweat through his sheets but he had also been relentlessly horny for some reason, so he did what anyone would do in his situation … he had called in sick and spent the rest of his day flicking between being so horny he couldn’t take it playing with his hole and edging himself while he looked as hook up apps, to feeling shit about himself and ill, doom scrolling his socials trying to feel better. But he couldn’t focus because through it all his mind kept wondering to his hook up at the gym and each time his phone buzzed with a notification his heart would skip a beat hoping it was Gray only to be disappointed when it’s just some time waster just wanting pics. It was close to Dusk when he finally broke the cycle and crawled out of bed, not even bothering to shower and throwing on last night’s cloths that still smelled of sex and sweat before heading out into the world, he found himself walking to the gym as if pulled there by some strange instinct, walking throw the generic franchise space hoping almost needing to see Gray, to submit to him again but the disappointment of him not being there almost like a physical blow. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him as he walked into the cool night air sickness forgotten now just needing to find a fuck, any fuck he had never felt like this before it was like his skin was on fire needing to be touched to feel a dick in his hole. Pulling out his phone Connor quickly brought up a cruising app he barely used and looked for local locations, The ginger man scanned the local entries until a truck stop bathroom further into the factory district caught his eye less than 2 miles away and looked pretty active. He headed off into the night to find some dick to stop his cravings. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Creator moved though the night like a ghost following Gray’s sent trail it knew it had to be discreet, that soon it would be hunted if it wasn’t already, so it and its creations Nick and Nate took back alleys and off roads creeping nearer to their quarry. It took around forty minutes to catch up to the scents source. not to say this whole time had been spent hunting this quarry. The creators DNA demanded to be spread far and wide and a few opportunities to do so had wandered into there path. The first has been a homeless guy old, weathered and dishevelled searching a dumpster in a back ally. caught completely unaware of their presence he had not even time to shout in alarm as he was pulled from foul container and the three descended on him, cloths ripped off exposing his dirty pale skin. He would have protested at his only cloths being destroyed but he was already choking on Nates massive cock unable to say anything as the shadowy creature looming over him fucked his mouth while he struggled to breath the ally around them now pulsing with toxic green light. Nick held the old mans kicking legs while he licked and sucked their hardening dick, allowing the creator access to his hole. The initial thrust was brutal and took a moment for the old man to register what had happened, he tried to scream but quickly passed out from the onslaught of the jack hammer fuck the creator applied. a quick efficient depositing of toxic DNA it doubted much would come of this one but it still deserved to be perfected. The whole ordeal took only two minutes from initial surprise to flooding his intestines and mouth with toxic cum … they left him writhing in a pool of the corrupt black venom leaking from his destroyed ass. The second had been them stumbling across a young brunette Twink while they blew their customer an older man with a paunch and a bad blond toupee, in an abandoned buildings rear parking lot. The Twink was on his knees by the side of a car distracted by the dick in their mouth, the older mans head thrown back moaning eyes closed. They were easy to approach unnoticed, any sound they made masque by the man’s moaning and the faint music coming from the cars open door. Within only a few short seconds were both pushed against the cars body, with corrupted cocks deep inside their holes. They had both screamed at the savage entry, but the Twink adapted to the change quickly, moaning and thrusting back into his own destruction, the creator and smiled as it unloaded a torrent of poison into the young man’s insides. knowing he would take the DNA well sensing he was already carrying a lesser strain of its perfected corruption, it had no way of knowing what this would do but it knew it would be interesting. Both men were left slumped in the car change taking them as the pack moved away, the creator spared another look and a feral snarl of satisfaction back at the smaller man the transformation ripping through him much faster than any of his other creations. That had been fifteen minutes prior, the creator knew the young one would now be up and hunting, and by the end of the night it knew many more would be brought under its sway. It could sense them all around it few now but quickly multiplying, toxic beacons flickering into existence as their humanity burned away. It stopped focusing on the growing numbers of its species and looked across a large dirt lot full of motorbikes and trucks, at a young muscular man in gym gear who bore the scent of the one who had escaped from it. the Creator parsed the scent billowing from the overheated man and smiled as it smelled its own corruption wafting from the man weak so, so weak but there all the same. Unaware he was being watched from the darkness Connor nervously walked into a squat brutalist building that reeked of stale piss, cum and sex. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The data retrieval analyst gulped as he walking into the dark office of his superior clutching black tablet like it was a shield that could ward off the wraith man he had to see, who was currently leaning back in an expensive chair polished shoes on his desk, the only scant illumination in the room a faintly glowing monitor and the lit cigarette between his lips. he went to speak stuttering over his words as the shadowy man’s eye’s locked on to his “s..s..sir we have some concerning reports and… and alerts coming from um emergency services around the uh ..Gentech buildings area sir” a long few seconds passed but felt to him like an eternity, as his superior draw on the cigarette making it the ember at the end glow dazzling bright in the dark room, before it dulled and was pulled away a cloud of smoke blowen into the crisp airconditioned room, a languid southern drawl dripped from their lips the normally warm tones somehow icy cold “what kind of lerts we talkin bout?” The analyst turned the tablet around and pressed play, various clips of calls to police ambulance and fire service echoed in the quite room, talk of strange grey men or creatures attacking people and medical emergencies …. until a southern voice said “enough” “I was told that buildin were locked up good ‘n’ tight … so I hope you aint tellin me some of our experiments have gone a wonderin ” “that would be the conclusion that I would come to sir but its um …worse than that …” the analyst fell silent at the look of rage facing him “how much worse we talkin?” “um first responders have gone missing sir and um so …there has also been a major incident at the local hospital involving an unknown pathogen” The southern man let out a steam of curses as he stood and loomed over his polished glass desk crushing his cigarette into it before pushing a hidden button for an intercom “Vince get me the damn board on the line we have an issue” he looked up at the analyst with steel cold eyes “you fur fucksake boy stop shaking an get me all that info now!, continue data gathering protocols 'n' try get me a perimeter of the affected area” The analyst ran from the dark off as his boss continued to curse and shout behind him. It was going to be a long night....

At one point, I was dating someone I had met in a public restroom. He got cold feet and left me to go back to his girlfriend. Then 6 months later I saw him at the video store with another guy. Moral: Don't try to date closet cases. It doesn't end well.

6. Jason I walked out of Nathan's place in a daze, still not quite believing everything I had done over the past two days. Forty-eight hours ago, I had been exclusively a top. Since then, I had gotten fucked repeatedly. I had taken six, maybe seven unprotected loads in my ass. And each of those loads was from a man who was proudly, openly, HIV-positive. Walking towards my apartment, I was acutely aware of how sore I was from all the fucking. But, despite the soreness, all I could think about was getting another cock up there, and the pleasure another load of cream filling me up. Each time I imagined some passer-by penetrating me, I could feel my cock twitch in joy and anticipation. Although, at the same time, my brain screamed what a stupid idea getting fucked raw was. I knew that the past few days were going to be a life-changing period. I had seen all of the pills that Nathan took. I knew that they would be my future as well if I kept on this path, this path of being a bareback bottom to HIV-positive men. It was a scary thought. But it was also an exciting thought. Between scenes in the movies I had done, the bottoms were always talking about what they had done the previous night or the last weekend. Their stories were of countless nights in bath houses, at endless sex parties, and non-stop cruising in parks or online. They had the freedom to hook up with any man they wanted and to explore their darkest sexual needs and hottest sexual fantasies. Sometimes, they would arrive on set with cum already dripping out of their holes. It was a world I had always felt cut off from, unwilling or afraid to take those necessary first steps. But there was a door to that world now open, and I had already taken that first, dangerous step. A few more days, and the door would shut behind me. It might have shut already. And I didn't mind at all. While I was thinking about what I had done and what I wanted to do next, I got to my small studio apartment. I went in long enough to pack a bag from the gym, then went to work out. Early on a Friday morning, the gym was fairly quiet. I spent a good two hours working on my chest, abs and arms, ending with some intense cardio. By the end of my workout, I could tell I clearly hadn't showered in a while: a sweaty funk tinged with all the smells of sex was enveloping my body. I noticed several guys take a good look at me as I walked by, knowing exactly how that smell had developed and what it meant. After my workout, I headed into the lockers and steam room there. I was going to be sore later from the workout and hoped that relaxing in the steam would take care of that. When I walked in, it seemed like I was the only one in there; the dense steam blocked my sight. I put down my towel, and leaned back. I closed my eyes, and let my mind drift. It didn't take long before I was thinking about Nathan again. Clearly, he had been dominating my thoughts recently. This morning, even as tired as I was from the workout, I found myself thinking about the sex with Nathan. How right it felt to be down on my knees in front of him, sucking on his cock. Or how wonderful it felt when he slid his hard manhood into my hole. Unlike earlier in the day, I didn't have the same fear about him being near me, being inside me. I wasn't worried about him changing my life. All I thought about was just the simple pleasure at being able to be so close and intimate with a man like him. A poz man like him. My cock was responding to my fevered imagination, starting to stiffen and grow. I was glad I was alone and hidden in the thick steam. I let my hand drift down and start to stroke my cock. It didn't take much more than a few strokes before I was rock hard. Seemingly on its own, my other hand dropped down as well, and went between my legs. I started to finger my hole. It was still a bit sore from all the energetic and intense fucks Nathan had given me over the past two days. But despite the soreness, it felt good to be playing with it. I had found a new part of my body that gave me pleasure, and I knew I hadn't yet explored everything that I could do with it. I felt some of Nathan's cum starting to drip out. I tried my best to push it back into my hole. I didn't want to loose a single drop of his precious, deadly sperm. My cock was responding eagerly to my explorations, dripping pre-cum. I wanted so badly to get off right there, in the gym steam room. When I shot my load, I would be thinking about having Nathan's hard dick pounding my my ass deep. Unfortunately, I knew that I needed to save my load for the next morning and the video shoot. Reluctantly, my hand dropped away from my hole, and I leaned back again. I closed my eyes once more. I must have been more tired than I realized, because quickly I was dozing a bit. The warmth of the steam and the occasional hiss of the steam room lulled me to sleep. I woke up with a start when someone suddenly covered my head with a towel. I tried to pull it off my face, but it was being held in place from behind me. "Don't try, faggot," someone whispered into my ear. I tried to open my mouth to say something, and a towel got jammed in, which kept me from saying anything, or even making any noise. "Just relax, and you'll come out more or less unharmed," the voice in my ear continued. "It's pretty obvious you're turned by this." Another hand slapped my cock. Despite the fear tumbling across my body, my cock was still rock hard, bouncing joyfully against my flat abs. I suddenly realized that the hand which had slapped my cock had to be someone other than the man who was holding the towel and whispering in my ear. It meant there were at least two people in the steam room with me. I must have been sleeping soundly to have not heard them enter the steam room. I wondered how long they had been watching me and if my erection had been obvious. "Pretty fucking horny, aren't you boy?" the other person said, slapping my cock again. With my mouth full of towel, I could only grunt. With his other hand, he grabbed my balls. He pulled on them and squeezed them hard. I wanted to gasp, but the towel kept me from any audible reaction. "Young, dumb, and definitely full of cum," he said. He let go of my balls and they returned to position, only a slight dull ache remaining. Bu he didn't move his hand, instead pushing between my legs, where he found my hole. "Fuck man," he said. "The faggot is dripping cum already." He pushed a finger into my hole. It slid in easily, lubricated by a mixture of sweat, some remaining lube, and mostly Nathan's cum. "Bet he wants real men's spooge up there, doesn't he?" the guy asked. The man holding the towel over my head laughed. "You saw him staring at everyone's crotch in the weight room. You know he can't get enough." My legs were forced apart, and my most private parts were left totally exposed to these two strangers. "Go ahead," the one behind me said. "Fuck him." I tried my best to tell them no, but I was gagged and could do little more than moan. I also tried to close my legs as well, but one of the men had gotten between my legs and held them open. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh, seeking out my hole. So far, only Nathan had been inside of me. And now I was going to get fucked by a complete stranger. No, better to say I was going to be raped by a total stranger. I had no clue what he looked like. I tried to remember who else had been in the weight room with me. But even as his cock was pushing against my asshole, I was drawing a complete blank. I tried my best to keep him from entering me, squirming and shifting as best I would. But with two men holding me down, my efforts were useless. I was too exhausted from the workout and my ass was far too tired to resist the penetration. Even worse, I wanted this stranger to be inside of me. Once the stranger entered me, I'd be a cock-hungry bottom. Nathan had just whetted my pent-up appetite Between the stranger's force, and my pleasure-seeking brain, resistance was futile. The stranger's cock forced its way into my hole, and got deep into my body. It was clear he wasn't wearing a rubber; there was nothing between him and me. Where the rawness had made me feel closer and more connected to Nathan, here, the lack of protection made me feel just more exposed and vulnerable. He was taking something from me, and I was still ambivalent about giving it to him. Even as I was thinking about ways to escape the situation, my body had other ideas. My ass was opening up and let the stranger get his raw cock deep into me. Even though it was hard to admit it, I was enjoying the feeling of his bare shaft sliding into me. I couldn't fault him. He was just behaving the way that almost every male would act if he could. He was making sure that his seed was spread into as many holes as possible. Even though he was forcing himself on me, forcing his hard cock into my hole, it felt almost wrong to deny this man his pleasure. "The slut loves it," he said, as his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. He wasn't as big as Nathan, which definitely helped me take his fuckstick. "How many guys bred you last night? Your nasty ass is dripping cum." He was probably about seven inches long, and not too thick. But he had a fat mushroom head on that shaft. I could feel it sliding back and forth in my hole. "But don't worry. I'm gonna make sure I get every drop of my spunk deep in you." He slammed his cock into my hole, making sure I knew who was doing the fucking and who was getting fucked. "You're gonna love this hole," my top said to his friend. "Fucking sloppy cunt." "How many guys nailed your hole last night?" the guy behind me asked. "Three? Five? Seven? Or did you even keep track, slut?" Even if I had wanted to answer, I still had the towel in my mouth. It kept me from saying anything more coherent than a grunt. "You must have enjoyed it," he said. "Your cock is still hard as a rock. Didn't get a chance to get off?" I wanted to reach down and play with my shaft. But, I wasn't sure if these two men would let me jerk myself. And, of course, there was the shoot tomorrow. I tried to grab my cock, but the man fucking me slapped my hand out of the way. "Not yet, faggot. You're not going to cum before we do." I didn't try to fight them. I was tired from the workout, and had been sweating ever since I got into the steam room. I had no idea of the strength of the two guys, and I wasn't going to risk trying to fight them. Besides, my body was definitely enjoying the fuck. Mentally, I was a turmoil of emotions. I was embarrassed that I was enjoying this, and still felt violated. My cock was hard as a cock, dripping precum, and I was squeezing my ass around the stranger's shaft, trying to milk out a load of his precious cum. "Hurry up man, shoot your load," the guy behind me said. "I don't want to fuck a loose hole." "Relax man," my fucker said. "He's still plenty tight. You'll get your chance soon enough." The guy fucking me sped up his strokes, pushing his cock in ever deeper. I could feel him get harder, and knew he was getting close. I couldn't believe I was letting a total stranger fuck me, or that I was letting it happen in such a public location. Even more incredibly, he was about to shoot inside me. Forty-eight hours ago, I hadn't ever let a guy put his cock inside of me, much less shoot his load. Now I was forced to admit that I wanted a total stranger to breed my hole. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum," the guy pounding my hole said. "You gonna take my load, faggot?" he asked me. I could only grunt in response, but I nodded my head yes. "Ha," he laughed. "That wasn't a question. You have no choice." It wasn't something I had even thought about it. I couldn't imagine asking him shoot anywhere but inside of me. I hated the thought of even this stranger pulling out of me and wasting his jizz. "Damn faggot. You have a hot, hungry hole," he said, slamming his cock into me. Deep in my ass, I could feel his fat mushroom head swell, and the hot semen spray my guts. "Fuck faggot, take my load," he grunted. His hips pushed up against my ass, forcing his load deeper into my hole. There was another grunt from him followed by another jet of cum into me. "Take it, man." he grunted. "Breeding him good?" the other guy asked. "Get his hole nice and slick for me," he said, egging on the guy fucking me. The top didn't need much encouragement, thrusting his cock back into my hole and still shooting thick jets of sperm into me. His balls were full and I lost track of how many thrusts it was before he started to fade. "He's a bit runny," he said, as he slowed down his thrusts, letting his cock finally relax, and slide out of my hole. "But that's the way you seem to like it," the man said. He worked his cock out of my hole, sliding out an inch, then pushing back in a half inch. I could feel all of the accumulated jizz, from both him and Nathan sloshing around inside me. His efforts in making sure the cum didn't all come running out of my hole and stayed inside of me seemed like a small gift of pleasure. "Damn man, Don't need any lube to get inside of him," the guy behind me said. The man who had just fucked me finally got his cock out of me. Even after his best efforts to keep the semen in me, some ran out; I could feel the warm, sticky fluid against my ass. "You know it," he said. Behind me, the guy tied the towel tight, making sure my head stayed covered. In a quick move, the two men traded positions. The man who had just fucked me was now behind me, holding onto my head. He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear. "You better be ready for another cock." Between my legs, the other guy was already lining up his cock, rubbing it up against my crack and getting just enough cum on it to lubricate it. "Not that you have much choice," he said, his hand holding my head in place to re-enforce the powerlessness of my situation. The other guy's cockhead was poking against my hole, and I was still hard as a rock. All I wanted was another hard penis inside me. I shifted my hips just enough for his head to slide in. "Damn, faggot. You want it bad, don't you?" he asked. He finished what I had started, and forced his cock into me. His cock was surprisingly thin. Even his cock head wasn't that thick. It felt like two fingers were sliding into me. But, what he might have lacked in girth, he more than made up in length. I kept on expecting to feel his balls slap against my ass, but instead, there was just inch after endless inch of cock sliding into my hole. He knew he was longer than the average man, and took his time. Still, when nine inches of his shaft was inside me, it was clear he was venturing into virgin territory. I gasped involuntarily, as his cock slid way past where Nathan and the first unknown man had been able to inject their mancream. "Not lubed as deep as you need, huh faggot?" the new guy asked me. He just slowed down only slightly, pulling out a bit and forcing some sperm into me. It seemed to just barely lubricate the virgin part of my ass. "That should be enough jizz up there, faggot," he said. It was now my job to get used to his cock. I took a deep breath, and focused on his cock, his invasion of my ass. It had turned into a snake inside of me, long and thin, its head exploring new parts of my body. As he forced it into me, I wondered if his snake venom would be poisonous. I knew that it wouldn't matter much to me: eventually it had to be bite and squirt its venom inside of me. Whether he was charged up or not wasn't a choice I had. "You need more cum up that hungry hole of yours," the guy behind me said. I nodded my head in agreement, although I knew he didn't care about my opinion. My latest fucker continued to force his thin cock ever deeper into me. Perhaps because of the thinness of his shaft or because of my ass, he was rock hard. Finally, after shoving seemingly a foot of cock into me, I felt his balls hit my ass cheeks. I was well and truly being fucked, impaled on this stranger's hard snake. I relaxed, adjusting to the new cock inside of me. Despite the length, it didn't take long for me to enjoy it. But, I was glad he had length, not girth as well. His thrusts in and out pushed the accumulated cum up into the deepest reaches of my hole, and I was soon good and lubricated. As I leaned back and started to enjoy the fuck, I realized that he was only the third man to get in my ass. My emotions cycled between feeling violated and wanting every millimeter of his cock in my hole. If he asked me right then if he wanted me to continue, I wouldn't be able to say no. Further, I was pushing up against his cock, with every stroke, trying to get it in deeper. My ass was squeezed tight around his cock, milking out every drop of his pre-cum and working on milking out his hot load. I would have to tell Nathan about what happened. But I had no idea how he would react. I knew that he was cool with other guys fucking me: at least those that he had selected. But I wasn't sure if I could just go out and get fucked. And this was something else, not quite rape, but not quite sex of my own choosing. But my cock knew what it wanted. It was hard as a rock, and I had to admit, I was enjoying the nailing I was getting. "Fuck faggot," the guy now holding the towel said. "Your cock is dripping pre-cum. You must be really enjoying this." I could feel my cock throbbing, and I wanted desperately to reach down and stroke it. But I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to get the release I so craved. Even if I was allowed, I still wanted to save my load for the bottom that Thomas had planned for me tomorrow. I suddenly understood the need a bottom felt for cum. I wanted this stranger to breed me. I needed it. And I knew I had to give the bottom tomorrow the same forceful gift of sperm. I remembered that a bottom once told me how much he hated to see cum get wasted, and only now did I have a visceral understanding of the emotions involved. Even from these faceless, unknown strangers, I needed them to shoot their semen inside of me. Even as I was lost in my own thoughts of sex, the top hadn't stopped forcing his cock into my hole. I might have been worried about the epistemological meaning of a man shooting his load into my unprotected ass, but this top had no such concerns. He was focused on his own pleasure. His only knowledge was his deep, animal urges to spread his DNA to as many holes as possible. That required him get off inside of me. He didn't try to draw out the experience: after a few more minutes of fucking, his breaths got shallow, and his cock got even harder. I could tell he had rubbed most of the jizz into my ass; It didn't seem like he pre-cummed much. Suddenly, he grunted, once more shoved his cock in deep, and spurted the first of his load into my ass. "Yeah, breed his hole," the guy behind me said, egging his friend on. "Breed him full of your potent jizz." I gasped when I heard "breed" and "potent." Did it mean that the stranger fucking me now was poz as well? Nathan had been fucking his poz cum into me for the past few days, but that was different. I was Nathan's cum, Nathan's virus. It was something I wanted. I hadn't thought I would be taking other men's cum, other men's poz cum this soon. Men I didn't know, and men I couldn't see. Or that I would be taking poz cum in a situation like this, where I was vulnerable and naive. But still I hadn't struggled against his seeding me. His orgasm wasn't too long. Both of them were aware of how public the steam room was, and how vulnerable they were. But as he slid his softening cock out of my ass, I knew that despite the short orgasm, he had pumped a big load of sperm up there. I was going to be nursing a well-fucked hole for the rest of the day. "You good?" his friend asked him. "Fuck yeah," the guy said. "Balls drained." He got out from between my legs, and I guess stood up. The guy behind me spoke to me. "So, Jason. We know about you. Just relax for a few minutes in here." I felt a pit in my stomach. They knew my name. It was my real name, not my porn name. They probably knew a lot more about me. I wondered if they had even planned this. The tension on the towel released but it remained draped over my head. The two of them walked away: the door opened, and then closed. I was once again alone in the steam room. A bit of semen was dripping from my hole, and there was the scent of men, the scent of sex in the humid, steamy fog. I just sat there for a moment, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened to me. I still couldn't decide if I had been raped. I had never told them no, although I had been gagged. I hadn't fought against it. But I felt violated, like they had taken something from me that I hadn't wanted to give them. And I'd never get it back now. Still, I was struggling not to touch my hard cock, to shoot a thick load. I knew when I next jerked off, I'd alternate between imagining Nathan in me, and imagining these two strangers inside of me. I'd try to put a body and a face to each cock and each voice. I pulled the towel off my head. The towel was one of the ones supplied by the gym and gave no hint to the owners. I ran my finger along my crack. It was a little tender from the several poundings I had gotten that morning. It was a little slick from the lube and cum. I wiped off the sperm with one of the towels they had left and then threw it into the corner. I didn't care that I was getting rid of evidence. I would never tell anyone in an authority position what had happened. At most I might tell Nathan about it. I knew that I wanted all the semen to stay inside of me: Nathan's cum, and the two strangers' seed. This, I wanted more than anything else at that moment. I headed out of the steam room. The locker room was empty, and there was no trace of the two men who had just fucked me. I dressed quickly, and headed back to my apartment.

3. Nathan Despite having just blasted a load of viral cum into Jason's hole, watching him play with himself was getting me aroused again. I wanted to get back inside of Jason, but I knew I would need a short respite before I would be ready for another round of fucking him and seeding his hole. In the meantime, we continued on the photo shoot. I had grabbed the camera and Jason was more than happy to continue to model for me. He laid down on the couch and continued to play with his cock. Of course, he was still hard as a rock. His masturbation was more than enough to start him dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum. I had to restrain myself from putting down the camera and licking it up. He covered his finger with the slick, milky fluid, and slowly licked it off. "I can tell. It's still clean," he said. "Unfortunately. I'll need more of your sperm to get what I need." This invitation was too much for me to resist, and I had to get a taste. I put down the camera, and kneeled down in front of him with his cock right on level with my face. From my new perspective, it was easy to see why he had been a top until now. There was an unforced masculinity about him, from his hard cock, to his heavy balls. His powerful chest and hint of chest hair only re-enforced his maleness. I didn't need any excuse, and took his cock head right into mouth, licking up every drop of his pre-cum. He was right. I also could tell that the virus hadn't yet had a chance to take root in his body. There was a purity and freshness about his pre-cum that I had not tasted from a man in a long while. It had been at least several months since I had the pleasure of playing with a neg boy. His pure pre-cum was an unique flavor, redolent of cleanliness and innocence. I could have easily sucked on his cock for hours at a time. It would be even easier once he had some of my DNA pulsing through his veins. Then, the two of us would be closer in flavor than ever before. "I was going to ask if you were always a top?, he began as he ran his hand over my close-cropped head and gently pushed me a little further down on his cock, but answered his own question remarking "...but I think you're answering my question." I didn't say anything. I just did my best to take as much of his cock as I could. It had been longer than I wanted to admit since I had even sucked off a guy, having been almost exclusively a top when I had the chance for intimacy. Still, I knew that with a bit of effort, I'd get all of his shaft down in my throat. I went down as far as I could, to an appreciative moan from Jason. I didn't quite get to the base, but it was a good first try. I pulled off, catching my breath, and looked at him. He was smiling, enjoying the attention I was giving his manhood. "God. No," I said. "This virus I've been fucking into you. I got it the same way you're going to get it. Lots and lots of bareback fucking, every load landing inside of me, not a single drop going to waste." "Can I fuck you? Please?" he asked as his hand returned to slowly stroking his shaft. My spit was providing more than enough lubrication for him. I grabbed his cock. Between my sucking and his stroking, it was rigid and engorged. It was about seven inches long, thick and meaty, with veins running along the length. Hanging below the base he had two egg-size testicles, heavy with accumulated sperm. He had never cum for me, and I knew how full his balls must be. He needed to be drained, and soon. His cock and balls weren't quite as big as mine, but it felt like a good match between us. I knew eventually I was going to get fucked by him. More than that, I really wanted to get fucked by him. I wanted to look into his face as he shot his wad into my guts. But first, I wanted to make sure my seed had taken hold inside of him. I wanted him to be pregnant with my sperm and my virus before he shot in me. "Let's make sure your gun is fully loaded, and you're not shooting blanks before you get into my hole," I answered. "Meaning?" "I want you pozzed up. Charged up and ready when you fuck me." "I understand," he said. "Completely." He reached down and pulled me up to his level. We kissed, and I felt my cock slide in between his legs, eager again and searching out his ass. As we broke off the kiss, he asked me, "Did you know who pozzed you up? How did it happen?" "Yeah, I know who did it." I had wanted him to poz me up. Just like Jason wanted me to infect him. "Do you still talk to him?" "Well, he died about two years ago. But before that, we had been lovers." I paused, then corrected myself, "No, we had been partners." "I'm sorry. How did he die? From this?" I assume Jason meant the virus. "No, he was always healthy. It was in car accident." "I'm sorry to hear that," Jason said, adding "I guess life can be odd that way, that something as random as a car accident could have done it." "Yeah, it happens. We had been together about eight years. He was the one who got me into barebacking regularly. Not to mention he was the one who infected me." I still thought about Alan almost every day, even if it was just for a moment. I still keenly felt what was missing. Not feeling his warmth next to me in bed, not being able to smell him on my clothes, not having his cock inside my hole. And most of all, not being able to feel his beautiful cock filling me with cum. And not being able feeling his masculine body underneath me, as unloaded my balls into his amazing ass. When we first met, I had been an arrogant little prick. I was twenty-five and still thought I knew everything. I had been barebacking seriously for about a year by then, but was still always insisting on 'neg for neg only'. No doubt I had many guys lie to me. Until Alan I had still tested negative. Alan had helped me finally grow up and understand my needs and desires, both in bed and in life. Alan had been defiantly, proudly poz, a biohazard tat right above his eight inch rod. I had rebuffed him several times, scared of his HIV status, of his age, and of his maturity. He was ten years my elder. One night we were talking online, and he invited me over. "You don't have to take my poz fuckstick raw. But I know, eventually, you'll want to. And that you'll love it." That night, I had been exceptionally horny. I let my cock do my thinking and decided to take him up on it. I was at his door fifteen minutes later. The home I was now living in. We shared some beer. Shared some weed. I had a sexy, masculine man sitting next to me. Then I was making out with him. He produced a bottle of poppers, and we shared a hit We made out more. We took off each other's shirt, and I discovered his muscular, hairy chest. Then we moved to the bedroom, and our pants and underwear came off. I licked his hard, dripping cock. He found my young hole, and rimmed me. Then, me on my back, him on top of me. His raw cock was against my hole. Then a shared kiss and a shared hit from poppers. And his cock was inside me, bare. I was finally being fucked bareback by a poz guy. I was past caring about his status. I was enjoying him inside of me, this amazing, positive man. The closeness and intimacy of our fucking was invigorating. It was the best sex of my life. When he finally came in me, I knew I could never rebuff him again. I'd take his load whenever and whereever he wanted to give it to me. After my test came back poz only a few short weeks later, he finally let me come inside of him. Several months later, I moved into his house. We never brought a condom into our home. We always fucked skin to skin, truly knowing each other, truly sharing ourselves with each other. "You okay?" Jason asked. I had drifted off, thinking about Alan. I missed him. I wanted him back. But I also knew what he would want me to do when presented with an opportunity like Jason. He'd want me to mount the boy and pump my jizz into him as often as possible. I knew instinctively that the best way to honor Alan's memory would be to make sure that his virus would live on in another man. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about Alan," I answered. "That's cool. I understand. Do you want to talk about it?" "No. I know what Alan would want me to do. And it's not talking." "What is it?" Jason rubbed his hands over my shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath. "He'd want me to fuck as many loads of sperm into you as I can." I smiled at him, knowing we both wanted this equally. "He'd love knowing he would live on, inside of you." "Why are we waiting?" Jason asked. I didn't need any more encouragement. He had slouched down on the couch a bit, and his ass was almost hanging off the edge of the couch. I got up on my knees, and pulled him a bit closer to me. He was in position for me to enter him again. He grabbed the lube, and poured some on my cock. I was already hard, ready to enter him for the second time that evening. "Give me a second," he said, as he rubbed a bit of lube into his hole. "I'm not quite used to this yet." I knew he was talking about getting fucked. Despite the insistent throb of my cock, I let him finger his hole and stretch it a bit. He swapped the lube for the poppers and did a short hit. He looked me right in the eye. "Go for it, Nathan. Please." Following his instructions, it took me only a moment to line up my cock with his hole. He grabbed my hips and pulled me inside of him. There was no resistance as my shaft slid back inside of him. I felt at home. I was going to fuck him for as long as he would have me, today, tomorrow, forever. We found our rhythm easily, my cock sliding into his hole then pulling out. Inside of him, my cockhead squished around in the warm, wet load I had fucked into him earlier. I rubbed it in, trying to make sure it was absorbed by his body. I needed it to become an integral part of Jason. This was a slower fuck than before, more deliberate and intentional. We were comfortable around each other, and there was no need to rush to the inevitable orgasm. This time was for us to learn the deep secrets about each other, to share our inner needs and desires. "God, this feels so good," Jason said. I leaned over and kissed him. "Yes, it does. I could do this every night. Several times every night," I said. "I'm going to hold you to that," Jason replied. I slowed down, still forcing my cock deep into him. This was an intimacy we both needed. He had wrapped his legs around me, pulling me into him. "I want you in me all the time." "Will you ever going to top again?" I asked, "or have I permanently turned you into a bottom?" He laughed. "Oh, I'm definitely going to top again." His hand went down to his groin. I thought he was going to start stroking himself, but he moved down further, and I could feel his fingertips against his hole and my shaft. "But this. This feels good. This feels right. Your raw cock inside of me. Breeding me." I just smiled, as he continued. "But you've got a point. I really need to wait before I start topping again. I have a new perversion, more than just fucking other men up the ass." "What's that?" "Swapping fluids. When you came in me last night, that first time, it all made sense." He paused for a moment. His face looked so innocent, happy, and at peace even as he was talking so forthrightly about these dark needs and desires. I had wrestled with them for years, only recently fully understanding my need to cum inside of a man. Or for a man to cum inside me. "Men are designed to inject cum inside a hole. It's their purpose in life. I had never denied it, but it really became real for me last night." "You're pretty perceptive," I said. "It's taken me years to understand that fully. And too many broken hearts." There had been many relationships that hadn't gone anywhere before Alan. Looking back, it was clear that what had been missing was a level of intimacy that could have only gotten through unprotected sex, by sharing our sperm. "Raw sex deepens a relationship, strengthens it. The bond between men can be very strong. But sharing cum can make it indestructible." "Yeah. I know what you mean." We kept on fucking, our faces inches apart. I was staring into his brown eyes, watching them as they searched out each nuance of my expression. "I'll still rubber up every once in a while, when I hook up with a guy. And there is a difference." "Are you still going to go safe?" "Never," he said, smiling. "I know I'm going to need to spread my seed. It's your seed, as well." "Good. Once you're locked, loaded, and pozzed up, we'll have to share our wealth." "Definitely. But for now, I'm a greedy bottom. I want your load. In me. Now." There was a hunger in his voice that was unmistakable. I recognized that hunger from my own past, when Alan and I had been starting out. I had the same need for Alan's cum, and I had been perfectly clear with him about my needs. "Of course," I said. "Don't worry. You're going to get a load from me." I pushed into Jason hard. I wanted to make sure he could feel the full brunt of my fucking. For an inexperienced bottom, he was doing amazingly well. I knew his ass was getting sore and raw, but I wanted it that way. I knew the tenderness was going to be the best way for my seed to take root. "Please, Nathan, cum in me. Give me your infected sperm. Make me your boy." He was begging me, and it was getting me so close to cumming. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a long hit. After his hit, he held it under my nose. I inhaled, knowing the poppers would be all I needed to push me over the edge. "Fuck man, knock me up. I want it," he screamed, his legs still wrapped around my waist, pulling me deep into him. "Take it, boy. I've got a loaded gun in your ass, and I'm gonna fire." Between my legs, I felt my cock throbbing. I lost all control, and then my cum was shooting out, landing deep in his hole. I didn't want this feeling to end. I knew it was for a good cause: making Jason my poz son. "Breed me! Fucking infect and kill me!" he said. He wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking off furiously. "I'm gonna cum," he said. I tried my best to keep on fucking him and pounding his hole, even as my own orgasm waned and my cock grew incredibly sensitive. Each stroke in and out of his tight hole was more stimulation than I could stand. "Don't stop," he said. I knew how close he was by his breathing getting shallow and fast. I did my best not to stop, feeling my still-stiff cock mixing up the cum and rubbing it into his hole. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, his hole tightening around my shaft. I felt Jason's explosive orgasm from my unique vantage point, my cock buried inside of him. The clenching of his ass milked out one more bit of cum from me, just as his own cock started to spurt. It was a thick, runny load of sperm, dripping out of his cock onto his flat stomach. With each spurt, I reached down and scooped it up, eagerly eating every drop. It was like manna to me: with every taste, I felt refreshed and ready to fuck all night. But, I was also longing for the time when he'd be able to shoot his own toxic loads into my ass. As I swallowed the last drop of his cum, it suddenly hit me why I was eagerly lapping up his jizz. His semen tasted like Alan's did. It had been so long since I had tasted Alan's cum. Now every time, every memory came flooding back. Once in a bath house, he had been at a glory hole and I was kneeling in front, sucking him off. Once on a dark transatlantic flight, carefully arranging the blankets, his cock buried in my throat. Or the many times as we woke up, kneeling on the floor, and servicing him before he dressed for work. His jizz was like drinking a fine wine, full of depth and complexity, changing with the seasons. I wondered what Jason wanted from me. There was a connection for me. And it was getting deeper and more intense with each hour of intimacy. But maybe he was just wanted me for my cum, my virus. I didn't want to think about that possibility. For now, it was enough for him to let me fuck him raw, and to hope he would want to come back for more. I wanted him to fill the void Alan has left. But that would have to be later, subject to all the vagries and randomness of life.

Increase your testosterone level by working out, getting natural sun. Walk a lot. Don’t jerk off (or reduce at least). I’m always the horniest when I’m in good shape, getting sun, and not watching much porn. Make your own porn or replay your own fantasies to get off. Enjoy the connection with meeting guys and getting physical. You’ll be a much better fuck (applies to both tops and bottoms).

It's about everyone on both sides, encompassing all shades, and presenting truthful facts. We've been educated one way for many years. It's harder to learn the truth after being lied to for so long.

Not jerk off. Use enhancement that lowers your limits (alcohol, poppers,..) Dress with outfit you like (harness, boots, rubber…) Watch SHORT clips of porn or pics walk around in the street and stare at guys that make you horny (twinks, bears, Daddy…). have a 100% fixed/ planned sex-date, visit of a sex-club or sauna where you can get rid of your horniness.

My name is Chris. A couple of weeks ago I was alone at home, bored and extremely horny. It was around 2am when I decided to open Grindr. The usual people were there, but I saw an unfamiliar face, a 19 years old twink, 5’9”, dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I decided to hit him up and he told me he was from another city, visiting his brother there and just for one more day in town. I noticed he was very shy so I decided to go slow with him. I told him I wanted to meet him and as he would leave next day it couldn’t wait. His brother was sleeping, he didn’t know the neighborhood, he didn’t want to fuck... a lot of excuses, but I kept insisting: I just want to meet you, it’s close, your brother does not need to know... Finally I convinced him to come to my house for a little while and meet face to face. Of course, that’s was not my intention. I am 30 years old, but I love fucking young twinks, so my dick started to get hard. When he arrived, he was much more handsome than in the pictures, and with a beautiful smile. I couldn’t let him leave without fucking him. I offered him a beer and we sat on the sofa to talk and drink. I gathered that he was not out of the closet and he had little experience because he hardly knew any gay man in the small town he lived: easy prey I put my hand in his tights and started to caress him. He stopped talking and just looked at me on the eyes. I kept caressing him, his tights, his chest, his face and then I pulled him close for a kiss. His lips were very soft and he was very passionate. I put my hand between his legs and went to caress his ass. He started moaning slowly in my mouth so I went and opened his jeans. At that moment, he stopped the kiss - We are going too fast, I need to go home - Relax, it’s fine, it’s fine, just kiss me a little longer We kept kissing. I could feel he was hard so I decided to go further. I put my hand inside his underwear and played a little with his dick, and then put a finger in his hole. He gasped and stopped the kiss again: “No no no, I didn’t come for that, I need to go”. I just grabbed him by the hair and kept kissing and fingering him. He was shocked for a few seconds, but then started moaning again and grabbed his cock to start masturbating. He was ready for the next step. I removed his pants and underwear and maneuvered to get myself between his legs. I then removed my clothes and started to play with my hard dick in his hole. My dick precums a lot so I was really lubing his hole. I went back to kissing him and started to put my dick in him, very slowly. When it was half way he asked to stop: - I don’t want to fuck, let’s just masturbate together - Come on dude. I’m so hard. It’s halfway in, just let me put it in completely. I need your ass - ... ok, just put it in, for a little while, but then we stop - Sure dude - I said as I put all my dick in. His ass was so damn tight and I could feel my precum going inside him. I took his dick and starting masturbating him while moving very slowly inside him - How does it feel dude? - It feels good - Do you like my dick in your ass? - ... - Tell me - I said while masturbating him faster - Do you like it? - ... yes - Can I fuck you harder? - Yes, please That was my cue to start pounding that ass hard. He was moaning a lot. He was loving it. I put him in doggy position and put my dick back in. It was a beautiful sight. My hard dick, wet with precum going raw and that young tight hole. I grabbed him by the hips and went even stronger, I wanted him to leave this room with his hole destroyed. His moans got faster and higher and he came on the sofa (I’d have to clean that, but it was worth it). I also started moaning, I was close. Then he spoke: - Don’t cum on me, please... I can’t go back home covered in cum - So where do you want me to cum? - ... I don’t know - I’m close, where do you want me to cum? - .... Cum inside me - You want me to cum inside you? - Yes - I didn’t hear you. Do you want me to breed your ass? - Yes - Ask me - Please cum in my ass - Again. Beg me to breed your ass whore - Please sir, breed my ass. I want your cum inside. I’m a whore and I need your cum inside! That got me over the edge. I bred his tight ass deep inside. I pumped him full of cum and then took my dick out - You can leave now He dressed without saying a word. While opening the door to leave, he looked me with a mix of passion and rage. - You are a cunt I never saw him again

Nice man. Me & my cousin used to get sucked off together by this sissy in the neighborhood when we were teenagers. Good times.

Pet the kitty

Fuck yes! This is certainly getting hotter

I dunno. The sentimentalist in me leans towards #2 mainly because “The job is done. No further contact” felt a little hard-assed to me from the start. I mean, there’s no frigging way I would be able to feel like I’m his boyfriend. Maybe his Beard, if that’s not to old-school a phrase. But #2 feels like a sellout to me. Like it’s over-correcting the course. But I dunno…

If you're interested we might set up our common story. I would write the prologue setting the initial scene – and all of you would be invited to send me at least the outline for the next chapter per direct message. As soon as I got a nice chapter I would add it to our story... taking turns... Just let me know if you're interested to contribute.

Bigtime MUSCLE GROWTH fetish here. Always have been into it. I'm a serious lifter. Love growing muscle and getting bigger and stronger... it's not just the fantasy, there's also the reality. Just hopped on a Tren cycle. I'm always horny as fuck and Tren makes me even more of a rutting BEAST. Lookin to chat with other guys who are growing and are into their own growth and other guy's growing/changing, roided muscle, etc.

My last blojob I gave way at the beach to a lifeguard, a young 20 year old blonde hair and huge uncut 9” cock , I was sunbathing when he stood right next to my head, I said one foot coward and your cock will be in my mouth He took the step as he lowered his shorts his huge semi hard cock went deep into my mouth I sucked hard this was a quick one he held be my head as he gyrations became stronger I felt him about to shoot his load he went deeper and the first spurt went down my throat he pulled out and the rest of the cum covered my face then we cum kissed. Great day

My regulars are really hot and incredible fucks. They are just not consistent and feel random most of the time. They will often call in the middle of the day or they want me to drive an hour to get to them. It’s not always convenient so I have more random than regulars lately.

See if you can get PreP from your doctor, I don't know if it is available over there but if so will mean you don't have to worry about HIV any more.

I worked for a suit-and-tie job for several years in my 20s and 30s and had some guys who regularly fucked me on my way to work. When I was about 22, I met one of them on Craigslist one night with the plan for me to drive to his apartment the following morning before work. As part of our CL conversation, he asked what I wore to work, and I told him a suit and tie. We agreed I would keep most of my work attire on while he fucked me full of cum and I would follow his lead without question once I arrived at his place. He also asked me what kind of car I owned, which I felt was a strange question to ask, but he said it was so he could watch for my arrival. The next morning, I parked my car in the parking lot where the guy lived. It was a run-down building just off a busy road that housed many businesses. As I turned the corner to drive down the side street to his apartment, there was a home improvement store on the corner with 20-30 day laborers looking for work. As I drove by them, some of them looked at my car with keen interest and I felt a bit uncomfortable and out of place. I debated on just driving directly onto work, but my fuck hole was twitching in anticipation of getting fucked. The apartment building the guy lived in must have been a motel back in the day. It was a two-story building with doors to each apartment facing the parking lot and street. There were outdoor stairs on each end of the building that took you to the 2nd-story units. His apartment was on the 2nd floor and as I walked up the stairs in my suit, I saw some of the day laborers watching me. I knocked on the guy’s door but got no response. After a second knock with no response, I decided to quickly leave. When I got about 20 feet from the front door, I heard someone from behind me say “Hey…” I turned to see what looked like one of the day laborers. He had to be close to my 70-year-old grampa’s age. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots, and a cowboy hat. As he approached me, he towered over my 5’7” frame, as I guessed he was 6’9”-6’10” tall. As I looked up to his face, I realized the top of my head was at the bottom of his shoulders. He also looked like he weighed 3-4 times my 135 lbs. and his body was fucking huge in comparison. This guy had a big broad nose and large nostrils, gray hair, with a matching goatee and mustache that were unkempt and way overgrown. His face looked like leather from too many years working in the sun. I don’t mean to be rude, but there was no way I was going to have sex with this guy. As I looked at him, I thought “What the fuck?!” Other than being Hispanic, this guy looked nothing like the 32-year-old fit guy he described himself as in his Craigslist response. He had also included a body photo with his response the night before and the body in the photo was definitely not this guy's! I did not want to be rude, so as we stood on the landing, I told him I really had to go and turned to walk away. He said, “Hey” in a booming voice that stopped me in my tracks, and I nervously turned back around to face him. He said, “Come here a minute,” as he turned and walked over the railing that overlooked the parking lot and the road. “See those guys over there?” I looked to see the group of day laborers, specifically five who were significantly older than the rest of the group, who were looking up staring at us intently with shit-eating grins on their faces. Two of them waved at us. The guy said, “It is time for Papi to fuck ‘a puta’s pussy,’ and you are my puta for today. I told mis amigos I am going to fuck your pussy and I let them know that if you walked back down the stairs, that means they should join me fucking you and to bring ya on back. Either way I'm gonna fuck that pussy, so you decide how it's going to be. And with that, he turned and walked to the apartment door I knocked on a few minutes before. I slowly followed behind him, my humiliation complete as I looked back at this guy’s old friends; their eyes glued on me as Papi led me to be totally and thoroughly fucked. Papi walked into apartment and had not even closed the door when he ordered me to remove my suit pants and leave everything else on. I stripped off my suit pants, sliding them over my dress shoes and socks. I looked around for a place to put my pants, but he held out his hand. I cautiously handed them to him, and he commanded me to “stay,” as he carried my pants into another room. When he returned a few minutes later without my pants, he was naked except for his work boots, socks, and his cowboy hat. I stared in disbelief at the huge brown fat donkey dong between his legs. Without thinking, I blurted out “There was NO WAY that’s going to fit inside of me!” He chuckled and said, “I may need to re-arrange your insides a bit, but it’s gonna fit.” He then added, “Mis amigos call me ‘Donk’ and now you know why!” I was still mesmerized by his cock when he unexpectedly tossed something to me that hit my chest and then fell to the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I realized it was my cell phone that he had taken out of my pants pocket. He told me to call my boss and tell him I was sick and needed to stay home. I took my phone and just stared at it in my hand as he added, “Tell your boss you are having some gastrointestinal issues…by the time I get done with you, it is going to be true!” as he chuckled at my impending reality. I quickly called my boss so I could get this humiliating experience over as soon as possible. I told my boss I had GI issues, and he told me he hoped I felt better soon…Yeah, not likely! “FUCK ME!” I thought to myself as Donk pointed to an overstuffed chair and commanded me to kneel on it. He ordered me to put my knees and legs together, completely exposing my ass and putting it on full display. In this position it seemed like this guy could easily envelope my hips with his massive hands and mount me for a good hard ride. With my knees and legs both together, my ass cheeks were also close together. The inside of my ass cheeks were going to provide extra friction against the full length of Donk's mammoth cock, as it rubbed against the insides of my ass cheeks with every thrust in and out...Fuck! With me kneeling on the chair like a total slut, Donk moved toward the back of the chair to be closer to my face. He grabbed my silk necktie and pulled it out toward the wall. He scrunched the open end of the necktie and pushed it through the opening of a large eye hook I hadn’t noticed before, and pulled the tie all the way through until it was taut. Donk then tied a knot, in effect, making my necktie a leash to hold me securely in place. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Donk then walked around and stood behind me, straddling my legs that were now together. He must has sensed my suit jacket hung too low for him to have easy access to my ass, because I heard him say, “Let me take care of this,” and he pushed the bottom of suit jacket up my back, so all the material clumped against the back of my neck. I thought he would stop pushing once he had full access to my ass, but instead he grabbed the clumped material covering the back of my neck and pulled it up and over my head, so it was now all in front of my chin. I lifted my chin, so the clumped material was wedged between the top of the chair and underneath my chin. With my suit jacket now under my chin, I had flashbacks to when I pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up over my head as a teenager, to have it off my chest and stomach when I masturbated. With the tightly stretching fabric of my t-shirt all behind my neck but my arms still in the t-shirt, it felt like my t-shirt had me in a full nelson. In this moment, my suit jacket now had me in a reverse full nelson of sorts. The suit jacket fabric was tight over my head and under my chin. My arms were also still in the suit jacket and there was tension because the fabric was now pulled so tight. Because of the tightness the fabric had on my arms, I could not move or use them, and my upper arms started to feel sore from the tension. As I settled into my new reality, I felt Donk grab the bottom of my dress shirt which still covered my back and hung over my ass. I feared my shirt was going to join my suit jacket under my chin, but Donk forcefully pulled his hands apart at the bottom and to my horror, ripped my dress shirt up the center of the back. I felt the rip go all the way to the base of my collar. Donk then ripped at the top of my shirt underneath the collar toward both arms so he could move the shirt off to the sides, fully exposing my back. With that, Donk said “I think you are ready!” I was feeling pretty dazed at this point, and didn’t even notice Donk had moved, until I heard the front door open and he greeted who I assume were his five amigos who watched us outside that morning, I didn’t really know at that point, with my necktie forcing me to stare at the wall with limited range of motion for me to look elsewhere. Pretty soon, the guys in the room all migrated behind me. While I didn’t understand Spanish, I got the feeling they were admiring my ass. I then felt a finger on my hole and asked the guy to please use lube. Amigo #1 called out for some lube and after a short time, I felt something incredibly cold on my hole, to the point it was almost numbing. I felt some pressure and resistance from my hole. I suddenly felt the coldness go away as he inserted a finger up my ass and I felt him moving his finger around inside my hole in a clockwise motion to open me up. Amigo #1 then pulled his finger out of me, and I felt the coldness directly against my pucker hole again. There was still some resistance, but I finally felt my hole open and a cold sensation going up inside of my ass! It was so fucking cold that I lost my breath for a moment. By the time I had my wits about me, the inside of my ass felt like it was fucking freezing, and I said “What the fuck?!” to which all Amigo #1 said was “Frozen Butter!” I found out later this old man had stuck a frozen stick of butter up my ass! I repeated “What the fuck?!” one more time as I felt the guy’s cock head push inside my hole. Amigo #1 had 7” and was not as thick as the stick of butter. Once the head of his cock was inside of me, he pushed the rest of his cock inside my hole in one fluid motion until he was balls deep. Between Amigo #1's cock and the stick of butter, I had 12” up my ass and the fluid motion caused the stick of butter to go deep inside my hole. As Amigo #1 gained momentum in fucking me, he firmly grabbed onto my hips and started to ride me like I was the pony, and he was the jockey. The overstuffed chair was wide enough to support Donk’s big body, so there was room for Amigo #1 to put his feet on the seat of the chair on either side of my ass. That allowed him to squat down from above me to mount me like a bitch in heat. The forcefulness of his fucking made me feel like we were galloping to the beat of this trusts! After a while, Amigo #1 pulled out and Amigo #2 started to fuck me. His cock seemed short equally fat. It was about 5” long and about 2.5” thick; about the size of a standard can of beer. Amigo #2 stepped right onto the seat of the chair and mounted me, opening me wider. We repeated this process three more times, each cock being bigger than its predecessor. Amigo #5's cock was about 8” long and about 3” wide and once he got a rhythm, he was pushing his cock all the way in and pulling it all the way out with each fucking thrust. Once Amigo #5 pulled out of my hole, I could feel my hole gaping open. While I caught my breath and waited for the main event, I felt another stick of frozen butter being pushed up my ass. There was a sense of anticipation from everyone in the room, as I felt Donk behind me. His feet were on the floor as he started to push the head of his cock inside of me. I screamed because it was so fucking fat! I tried to stay quiet and calm, but it was just impossible given his size. I then saw someone out of my peripheral vision with a ball gag. He ordered me to open my mouth, and he secured it tightly. I had never worn a ball gag before, but it made my screams less noisy. With my noise level taken care of, Donk started fucking me slow. It felt like I had a fucking 32-oz beer can up my ass and it was nowhere near all the way in. It took a while for me to adjust and I was in a daze and lost track of time as Donk fucked me slow and steady for long time, opening me up as much as possible. At one point, he pulled out and stood on the chair with his legs on either side of me. He squatted down and stuck his massive cock inside and started to push it in with one steady and uninterrupted motion. Once he got it a good way in, he said, “Now it’s time to take my puta’s pussy for a ride!” and with that he started fucking me with his huge Donkey dong. As Donk fucked me, I went into another zone. I could feel his cock and the weight of him as his huge body covered me. I am quite confident none of his friends could see me as Donk's body consumed mine. At one point, I hear Donk yell, “I’m all the way in!,” to which the guys all “whooped and hollered,” and that motivated him to fuck me even more. While I could not see my fuck hole, I could tell it was stretched open like never before. At some point, Donk pulled out and said, “Good open puta pussy!” and then started talking to the guys in Spanish. Suddenly and unexpected, I saw a set of hands untying the end of my necktie from the eye hook in the wall and I could now move my neck back and forth! We were finally done, and I could go home and crash until work tomorrow! I’m so glad Donk made me call out sick…Maybe he’s not so bad after all! Before I could lift myself off the chair, I felt hands on my chest, pushing it upward so I was kneeling totally upright in the chair from my waist up. I then felt the hands move to my thighs and my lower back to steady me. The hands on my thighs grabbed them firmly and started lifting me up and off the overstuffed chair, while also supporting my back. I tried to wiggle myself out of their grip, but to no avail. Once I was fully suspended a couple of feet above the chair, Amigo’s #4 and #5 started to move me away from the chair altogether. Once I was clear of the chair, I was able to straighten my legs which dangled freely in the air. As they turned me around at a 90-degree angle, I could still see the overstuffed chair, plus three guys and Donk. As I suspected, these guys were the old day laborers who were looking and smiling at me I now realized that was their plan from the beginning. In that moment though, I felt like I was the primary entertainment at a fucking senior center! My eyes then turned to Donk. He still wore his cowboy hat, socks, and boots, and had a big smile on his face. He told me I was a good puta…”too good for him not to share with his amigos.” They all laughed as Donk approached me. He smiled and put both of his hands on the center of my shirt, where the buttons are located. He slipped his fingers inside with his fingers facing outward and forcefully yanked his hands apart, ripping off the buttons and ripping my shirt open. You could now see my nipples and my chest. With that, Donk sat in the overstuff chair I had recently vacated. He told one of the guys to get more lube, and I watched as Amigo #3 walked to the freezer. I’m thinking to myself, “Oh God, more butter!” I watched as the guy unfoiled the stick of butter at the kitchen counter and brought it on over. I realized as he got closer, however, that I am mistaken about the stick of butter. It’s not a stick of butter, but rather a fucking pound of butter the size of four sticks of butter combined! Amigo #3 approached me with a big smile. He held up the pound of butter at eye level so I can fully see what is about to be stuck up my butt. He then lowered the butter so the hard freezing cold mass it up against my stretched pussy. He pushed the butter up my butt, never breaking eye contact with me, and I realized that while I feltl the intense coldness, I did not feel any friction of the butter going in, because my pussy is stretched open so wide…HOLY FUCK! Once Amigo #3 pushed the butter all the way inside of me, he looked me straight in the eyes, smiling widely, and said, “There ya go!” I was jarred back to reality when Donk loudly loudly slapped both his palms against his thighs on either side of his mammoth rock-hard cock and yelled, “Come to Papi!” With that, Amigos #4 and #5 shifted me so I was facing away from Donk and the chair he was sitting in. They started moving me backwards in a coordinated effort, and before I knew it, both guys were on either side of the overstuffed chair. I was suspended over the chair, with my overused hole just above the massive head of Donk’s 32-oz beer can cock. All the guys start yelling “Uno, dos, tres,” in unison, and on "tres," Amigos #4 and #5 let go of me, and the weight of my body and gravity caused my hole to rapidly impale itself on Donk’s cock balls deep. There was no stopping the slide once it started. When firmly impaled, it was like Donk was Santa Claus, and it was time for Jimmy to tell Santa what he wanted for fucking Christmas! As I sat totally impaled on Donk’s cock, he grabbed my necktie and held the crumpled accessory taut in his huge hand like a fucking leash to keep me in place and to control me. Amigos #4 and #5 moved to the front corners of the chair, bent over and grabbed my legs and started to raise them up high in the air. As they raised my legs up, they pulled them apart like it was Thanksgiving Day and my legs were the fucking wishbone! As they lifted my legs into position, I had no choice but to lean my back against Donk’s chest. In short order, I was lying firmly against Donk’s chest with my legs up in the air and spread wide, like a two-bit whore. At that moment, I saw a flash as Amigo #2 took a photo and came over and showed it to me. Here I was impaled on Donk’s mammoth cock, his fat dong opening my swollen puffy pussy wide. Donk’s impressively huge cum-filled cojones hung very low. The photo showed my expensive dress shirt ripped to display my nipples and chest. Donk’s face was not in the photo, but mine was on full display with the ball gag in my mouth. The photo showed my suit jacket clumped underneath my chin and covering my neck. My arms were sticking out, almost looking disfigured, because they were tightly secured in the suit jacket. Donk’s big shoulders and neck were in the background behind my much smaller boyish body. My body also seemed that much smaller in comparison to Donk’s huge hand in the forefront, clamping onto my scrunched silk necktie and holding me firmly in place. Closest to the camera, the photo also highlights four old, wrinkled hands spreading my legs wide, with my dress socks and expensive leather shoes completing my ensemble. As I stared at the photo in disbelief, Amigo #2 announced, “Great photo for us to use for your next Craigslist Ad!!!” Next Craigslist Ad???! WHAT THE FUCK???!!! As Amigo #2 walked back to his original position, Donk announced to his friends, “We have a good puta who needs mis amigos to fuck cum up his pussy and make him pregnant. Our puta needs lots of biracial babies!” With that, as Amigo #1 approached me and Donk, I realized what was about to happen and I attempted to cry out and furiously shook my head “NO!!!” to which Donk said, “Si, Puta!” As the Amigo #1 squatted down to align his cock with my hole, Donk added, “Don’t worry, Puta! Mis amigos are going to fuck you by cock size, saving the largest for last!” And with that, Amigo #1 started to push his cock up my pussy to join Donk’s!”

Hey man. . . .well said. . .EXACTLY as it is an addiction and one I personally and proud to admit. I relate it to being like a vampire, but instead of a thirst to feed on blood, I feed on sperm. I can hardly go longer than a few days without being fucked and filled with another guy's "life force." I feel bitchy, lethargic and the craving (again like a vampire) becomes quite real. I lost my virginity at 12 when I was "turned" and my thirst for cum was first apparent about two weeks after that. I would get online and look for guys that were into breeding underage guys and thankfully. . .that was not a problem. 🙂 Yes, I was essentially getting my brains fucked out by so called "Pedophiles" but I was not forced to. . .I wanted to. Too many people want to cast judgement and that is messed up and why some guys feel ashamed to enjoy being fucked for fear of being called a slut, whore, etc. I personally am proud to be called that and wear it like a badge of honor and EARNED it. Usually it's those people who aren't getting laid that are the problem. Life is too short, have fun, let go of the drama and enjoy it. I do. My last loads were yesterday starting at 10 AM when I had a buddy plow me silly for like four hours. After he was drained, I got online in my car and within 15 minutes, was on my way to meet up with my next top who was college boy at OSU and he fucked and bred me for a couple hours in his dorm. Once back in the car, I got back online and was on my way to this straight guy's condo who lived with his fiancé but he was craving pussy while she was out of town. He took me upstairs to their bedroom and within 30 seconds , he had me stripped and all fours on their bed eating me out for like five minutes and then just thrusted his dick right into me (which I love) and my eyes were rolling into my head as he continued for the next thirty minutes before he gave me his first load. Best part was he asked if he could go again and Didn't even have to rest or pull out of me. When he was drained , I just laid there with a huge smile on my face and then zipped up and left. While still in his development, I got back online and found another guy who was married but his wife wouldn't take his loads and was more than happy to give him what he needed while her loss was my gain. I normally am not into meeting new guys at public places but he wanted to fuck me at this local park that has one of those old covered bridges and said he wanted to fuck me there. Both scary and hot at the same time I said WTF and was so glad I did. He was a super hot and hung red neck kinda guy who claimed he was 30 but looked a lot younger than that. The minute he got out of his truck he goes "You ready to get that boy pussy filled?" (instant turn on as I seriously love a direct kinda guy who knows his role. 🙂 We waked over to the bridge (the place was deserted) and once in the bridge he told me to drop my shorts and bend over. No hesitation on his part because the second they dropped he too was a "thruster" and was already balls deep in me and heard him moan while telling me I had an awesome pussy and that I was his faggot boy bitch. I love guys who can freely express themselves and it made me even hornier. The only down side was he wasn't in me maybe ten minutes until he started pumping harder and faster and then the throbbing followed by what was 8 or 9 squirts of his sperm. He pulled outta me , said "thanks man" and walked off. 🙂 He got what he wanted and so did i. Now. .. lets see who I can get today!

Part 5 – The End (Option 1) I turn up at Ross’s place at 7pm as planned. I bring along a test kit as discussed. Ross put the test kit on the kitchen table and says he hasn’t cum since he bred me on the Thursday night. So he will give me two more loads before the test. There in the kitchen he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my pants down and for the first time he rims me. He is so good at it that I regret he never did it until now. Standing up he undoes his jeans at the front only and slides in and start to fuck me slowly. This time there is a lot more vocabulary. “How does it feel knowing after tonight you will know for sure if your life changes?”. “Are you ready for the results?”. “You know I will be the father of your poz babies.” And then shudders as he unloads in me. We grab pizza for dinner and after dinner, he takes me out to his tattoo studio and tells me to strip down to nothing and lay on the tattoo table. “The last load should be in here since this is where you will get my mark.” He then strips down and puts my ankles around his shoulders as he fucks me again and kisses me as he bottoms out for what might be his final load. This time he fucks harder than before and with purpose before slamming in his last load. My arse is dripping from his first load. “Wait here” he says walking out to the house totally naked. He comes back in with the test. He pricks my finger and does the test on the desk over the other side of the room. “You stay there with my loads dripping from your hole, and I will let you know.” Ross sets the timer for 15mins. As I lay there waiting for the result, Ross comes over and runs his hands over my body and I do the same over his God like body. The timer goes off and Ross says, “You ready?”. I nod yes. Ross goes over and expressionless returns and passionately kisses me. Looking me in the eyes he smiles and says “congratulations, and welcome to the family”. We kiss some more, and we get dressed. Ross gets his book out again and say’s lets chose my mark for you. We look at some pictures and I decide on the design. “Good. Come back next Saturday at 10am and I will mark you”. He slaps my arse and asks me to leave. No more kissing, hugging. It is clear the job is done. But I have to admit it was worth it. I return the next weekend and receive my mark. There is not emotion next time, just a professional doing the tattoo. When done, he thanks me for the mark and asks me to leave.

Part 2 – Night 1. I go and get my tests done on Monday so I can have my results by Friday. I struggle to focus on work all week and start preparing by fasting from Thursday. Come Friday, I am totally useless at work. I cannot concentrate on anything. I finish up work, chuck on my jocks, jeans and t-shirt and pack a weekend bag and head to Ross’ place. I clean out and prep with a dildo thinking I may need to be stretched for his first load. At 6pm on Friday I am knocking on his front door. The weird thing is that there is no question in my mind as to what I want. I wouldn’t consider myself a chaser at this point, but I wanted Ross so bad that it just seemed natural to want his babies in me. The whole week I have been doodling the number 8 all over the place. Ross opens the door and invites me in and kisses me right there in the doorway. He is wearing a singlet and footy shorts and is already tenting a full hard on. He takes my bag from me and throws it in the living room and shuts the door behind me. He kisses me again and turns me around just inside the door and pulls my jeans down. Thank God I prepped earlier. He spits on his hand, and I can feel his cock rock hard against my back and crack. I then feel the head of his eight-inch cock lubed with spit at my hole. I am expecting an onslaught, but instead he slowly enters me until he is balls deep in me. He holds it there to let me adjust and kisses my neck. He whispers in my ear, “I haven’t cum all week, so this will be fast and a big load to start”. He slowly starts fucking me and kisses my neck and ear the entire time. As he fucks me, he is constantly saying softly “No turning back now. You’re mine now”. Only 5 mins in he says, “here it comes” and he bottoms out. I have taken some big loads before, but I can honestly say this must have been a huge load. He holds his hard cock in me as he pumps rope after rope of his toxic seed in me. His hands are all over my body as his warm chiseled body is pressed against my back. He doesn’t pull out and doesn’t soften. He slowly starts to fuck me again. “Stay there, I have another one for you”. He fucks me again. This time I can feel his cum dripping out down my leg as he is fucking me. In another 5 minutes he is pumping another load in me. We haven’t even made it past the front door, and I have two loads in me. Kissing my neck as he goes soft and pops out of my hole a glob of his cum falls on the floor. “Stay there” he says and goes to a room and comes back with a butt plug. He slides it in and says “we need to make sure it has every chance to take. No letting any go”. Ross then starts to show me around the house as his guest for the weekend. He takes my bag to his bedroom which has a king bed and several mirrors and tv. Moving behind me he puts his hands around me and states, “remember this. This is where it will happen. This is the place your life will change forever. If that intro hasn’t already done the trick.” We throw my stuff down and head out to the loungeroom and we snuggle on the couch and order pizza for dinner. We spend the night on the couch cuddling and kissing. He was right. He is treating me like his boyfriend, and it is intoxicating. We decide to head to bed early at 9:30pm and Ross then fucks me again twice in bed watching tv before cuddling me from behind with his breath on my neck. He slowly rubs my belly saying “it’s all happening in there. That’s all me”. As I fall asleep in his arms I drift off knowing I have 4 toxic loads in me and they are from what I think is the sexiest man alive. To be continued…

I went to a gym's steam room after a workout. I struck up conversation with an attractive middle aged man I suspected was gay. I started playing with my dick and asked if he wanted to feel me up. He started caressing my torso while I got rock hard. I expected him to start jerking me off, but he surprised me by sucking my dick instead. I enjoyed releaxing in the steam while he went to work. I finished by blowing a huge load down his throat.

About 5 years ago, I used to hookup with this really hot, hairy construction worker. He lived a few hours away, but was often in the area for work. He would invite my over to his hotel room and we would fuck each other all night long, each cumming 4 or 5 times each in each other's mouths or asses. But we lost track of each other until earlier this year. He retired early and his partner had left him. But he did have a new fuckbuddy and they were always looking for a 3rd to join them. So we made plans to meet up last Saturday. I did tell him that I was bottom only now, he said that wouldn't be a problem. I showed up a few minutes early to the address he sent me. It was his fuckbuddies house. The FB let me in, and introduced himself as I left my shoes at the door. He then walked me down the hall to his playroom. My now retired construction buddy came around the corner, fresh out of the shower. He was still hot as every, muscular and hairy. His cock was hard. I dropped down to my knees and started sucking it. The other guy came up next to him and he was now naked. He also had an impressive hairy body. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before I felt one (or both) of them pull me up. All 3 of us started making out. We took turns kissing each other before we were doing a 3way kiss. My friend then told me to get into the sling, he wanted to fuck my ass again. I happily obliged him, grabbing a bottle of poppers as I settled into the sling. He ate my ass for a few minutes, getting his tongue into my hole, getting it ready. He then stood up and slid his really thick dick into my hole. I suddenly remembered how great his dick felt stretching my hole open. I was busy sucking his friend, who was standing next to me, when I thought I heard the front door close. I couldn't see what was going on, but by the time I finally looked up, I realized there was 5 other guys there. Suddenly it went from a 3some to an 8 man orgy. FUCK YES!!! I was left in the sling for about 30 minutes. After my friend was finished fucking my hole, he was replaced by 5 different guys. I eventually felt a little bit guilty for hogging the sling, so I got out and started sucking off a few guys. I then got fucked a few times while I was busy sucking somebody. For the next hour, I ended up with 4 loads in my ass, and I swallowed 2 more loads. I enjoyed those loads on my drive home. I am definitely looking forward to the next time they host!

I've wanted to tell this story for a while now. It happened in the mid 90s, and no one has ever known about it, apart from the other person involved, and I honestly think he would be happy to share it now too. I had known Jamie for a few years, he was a friend of one of my closest friends and I had met him at various social events although I didn't know him particularly well. In the mid 90s, just before he turned 30, Jamie became ill and was diagnosed with an AIDs related condition. Over the next few months, Jamie lost quite a bit of weight - but otherwise his body did not change much. Internally, it was a different matter and he was taken to hospital suffering from severe pneumonia. He was not expected to survive, but he did, although the doctors said he would be unlikely to survive another serious illness. Jamie had no partner and his family didn't want to know him, so my friend Paul decided to take him in and a group of us decided to look after Jamie between us and make sure he had everything he needed. I quite often sat with Jamie when Paul was at work at the weekends and we enjoyed each other's company. Over the next couple of months we got to know each other quite well. Paul was working on Christmas Day that year and I said I would be happy to sit with Jamie. I arrived in the early afternoon and we talked for a while. Then I helped Jamie take a shower and stood with him while he took a nice long piss in the toilet. Soon he was sitting comfortably up in bed in clean T-Shirt and underpants. I made us a drink and we talked for a while longer. After a while, the talk turned to sex, and Jamie told me how much he missed it. We began to talk about sex and Jamie confessed that he had always liked sex without a condom. "Do you want to know a secret?" I said Jamie nodded and I leant forward "So do I!" Jamie looked surprised. "You like sex without a condom?" he said and I nodded. "Fuck!" said Jamie Neither of us said anything for a moment and then I asked him "Are you hard?" Jamie nodded, "Yeah," he said "Are you?" I nodded too and stood up. Jamie looked at my cock sticking up in my trousers and then looked at me. I nodded and he reached up and began to rub my hard cock through my trousers. I pulled back the cover and saw Jamie's cock was hard in his pants. We stroked each other for a while and then I pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, and took it in my hands. I began to wank him gently. "Oh fuck!" he moaned "That's so good!" I wanked him for a while and then I pulled my jeans and pants down to my knees. "Why don't you suck my cock?" I whispered I moved closer to the bed and pushed my cock towards Jamie's mouth. He licked the tip and then took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me really well and this, together with the knowledge of what we were doing brought me very close and I knew that if I let him suck me for much longer I was going to cum in his mouth. I pulled my cock out of Jamie's mouth and took hold of his cock again. He had been wanking as he sucked me and his cock was super hard. I wanked him for while and then rubbed his balls. He lifted his legs and soon my finger found his arsehole. He moaned softly as my finger pushed into his arse and I began to finger his hole. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Oh fuck, I wish you could fuck me right now!" "Maybe I could," I said, but Jamie shook his head. "No," he said, "You can't fuck me." I wasn't sure what he meant. "Could you take it?" I asked, and Jamie nodded "Oh yes," he said with a grin, "I could take it - but it's way too much of a risk for you." "Let me worry about that," I said, and motioned to him to kneel up on the bed. I wasn't sure he was going to do it at first, but after a moment's hesitation, Jamie moved round and knelt up on the bed, presenting his naked arse to me. I pulled his cheeks apart and gently fingered his hole and then I pushed my tongue right up him. Jamie moaned as I licked his hole and after a while he said "You have to fuck me now!" He opened a drawer and passed me a small tube of lube. A few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock into his arsehole. He groaned and told me not to stop but just to take it slowly. I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then gave him a moment to get used to my cock. Jamie sighed, "Fuck me!" he said Jamie's hole was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I started off slowly, pulling my cock all the way back and then pushing it back up him slowly, and then I began to fuck him a bit harder. I could tell that Jamie was enjoying the fuck every bit as I was. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!". I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard. We were both totally into the fuck now and after a while I told him I was going to cum in him. "Oh fuck, yes, yes!" he moaned as I began to shoot my load right into his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop as I shot more and more cum right up him. When I had finally finished cumming in him, I pulled out and he laid back on the bed. His cock was hard and he took hold of it and began to wank himself. I moved his hand away and, bending forward, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He moaned as I sucked him and I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth. I stopped sucking for a moment. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him. "No way," he said "I can't do that!" I put my finger over his lips. "Do you want to fuck me?" I said again. After a moment of silence, Jamie nodded and I grinned at him. I'm not quite sure exactly what was going through my mind as I bent over the bed and pushed my arse out. I felt Jamie move in behind me and then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my now lubed arsehole and then I felt him push his cock right up me and begin to fuck. I knew what I was doing was madness, but I couldn't help myself - in that moment I wanted nothing more than for Jamie to fuck me and then cum right up me. Until a year or so before this, I had always been careful to practise safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and even reaching behind me every now and then to make sure that the guy fucking me still had his condom on - and now I was taking the biggest risk of all. I also wondered what my friends would say if they knew what I was doing. I knew they viewed me as someone who was very measured and made wise decisions both at work and in my personal life and as far as I knew, they all practised safe sex too. And now, here I was, bent over the bed, being fucked without a condom by a guy who had AIDS - I can't tell you how turned on I was! Jamie was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. I was urging him on now, telling him to fuck me harder and moaning "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A few minutes later, Jamie cried out "Oh fuck!" and I felt his whole body shudder as he thrust hard up my arse and I knew he was cumming deep inside me. I was playing with myself as Jamie fucked me and the moment I felt his cum spurting into my unprotected arse, I shot another load of cum out in front of me, When he pulled out of me, I took Jamie's cock into my mouth and sucked him for a few minutes and soon he was back in bed. He was tired now and needing a rest. When Paul came home from work a couple of hours later, Jamie was sleeping, with his arms folded and a contented smile on his face. When Jamie woke up a couple of hours later, we had all had a meal together and then spent a very enjoyable evening. All the time, I could feel Jamie's load up my arse and I could tell he had shot a really big one up me. The next time I sat with Jamie was one of the last. He told me then how much he had enjoyed what we did and said I would never know how much it meant to him to feel so horny again and to feel wanted and loved. As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about what we had done and I knew it would not be long before I was taking more risks. Of course I knew there might well be consequences from what we had done on that Christmas afternoon - but I decided to cross that bridge if and when I came to it.

Athlete four Corey Hawkins was now sitting in the back of a rusty van on a country road. His hands and feet were still tied but his blindfold had been removed a while ago. Beside the driver, two other guys – all likely Mexicans – were seated next to him. The one on his right, around his age, kept smiling at him while the other one and the driver just ignored him. Corey did not speak Spanish, so he did not understand what the three chicanos were saying or the answers to his questions. Corey remembered leaving home at 5h30 earlier this morning (or yesterday?) and got on the bus around 6h. Then the first time he woke up, he was not on the bus anymore. Some sort of van. The second time, because of the noises it made, he figured he was in a truck. He was awake when they transferred him to this van. The sun was still hot but was declining, so maybe 12 to thirteen hours had passed. He was still in his uniform. No one probably knew where he was, except for the HMS Corporation. But he didn’t know that yet. The chicanos suddenly became more agitated and chattier. They were laughing and seemed happy about what was going on. Suddenly, a black point at the horizon could be seen, and the road was going right in its direction. Corey thought about a rest stop or a gas station. The black point became bigger and bigger, and soon Corey was able to discern a four-building lot. There were few black pick-ups, and 15 to 20 motorcycles parked in front of the main 2-story building. A flickering red neon in the right windows announced: “Vacancy”. The smiling Mexican put on a leash to his collar and pulled him inside. It was a bar. Some patrons were sitting on stools. Most of the clientele were sitting in front of a stage drinking cold beer or tequila shots. As they walk toward the back of the place, conversation stalled before starting again in a more ambiguous way. Corey had a bad feeling. They stopped in front of an open door leading to an office. A well-dressed man was sitting behind an old desk. At the snap of his fingers, the man indicated to the Mexican to untie him and to leave them alone and another snap ordering to sit. “Do you dance?” “Hun? Yes but…” “Ok, show me” “What? No… listened…” The man was on him so fast that Corey didn’t know if was even possible. The man was easily twice his size and probably 6’4”. “You listen carefully. This is an entertainment establishment for men. A striptease club. You undressed for the clientele while you dance sensually, slowly like a teasing bitch, and eventually you get naked. If you do a good job, they tip you. Otherwise, they don’t. And if they take a like of you, they will give you more money for some “alone time” with them.” “But…” “Ssshh… Surely, you don’t want to tell me there is a mistake and that I am wrong, do you now? You don’t want me to be mad at you? “No, but…” “There is no but or what. Just ‘Yes sir’ and ‘Thank you sir’, nothing else. After a friendly slap on his cheek, the man regained his seat calmly. “Now dance for me” Corey found himself dancing for the man. He was down to his jockstrap and was doing everything to delay the inevitable. Corey had a nice average cock, in accordance with his body. The man was starring at him. Bored. The man is bored, thought Corey. Closing his eyes, he put his fingers in the band of the jockstrap, decided to get over the supplice. At 3 in the morning, Corey was back in the small office where the man was counting the money. That first night, Corey got 7 dollars in tips while dancing, 2 dollars for serving beers and a meager 2150 dollars in “alone time” tips. “Well, let me tell you boy, I am not impressed. You are far from the expected target. Unbelievable, Corey thought. He sucked dicks after dicks right after they pulled him down the stage, not before they spanked him with a paddle for a long time before. His ass was still on fire. Dried cum was caking his cheeks. At least no one fucked him. He sucked cocks of different sizes, colors and smell. He swallowed vile cum from bikers. “Take him with you in the mechanics quarter until his next shift” Corey was too exhausted to protest when the smiling chicano dragged him through the back door to another building. Corey looked at the mattress on the floor before him and wasn’t sleepy anymore. The mattress had seen better days. A slight push and he stumbled on top of it. Smiling chicano was undressing quickly – shoes, pant and shirt – revealing a well-defined body. Wide eye, sprawled on his back, Corey cringed at the naked man. The guy was all muscles and not the skinny guy he appeared to be. A large cross – a plus sign in reality - was tattooed from his chest to his navel. Corey was more worried about what was hanging between the man’s legs. A thick 9-inches and still growing massive cock was hanging down, swinging like a pendulum. Few loose strokes and the “thing” had reached the incredible 12-inches size. In a flash, smiling chicano was kneeling between his thighs, lifting his legs over his shoulders and nudging the head cock at his hole. “He's not seriously going to fuck me” Corey told himself as he starts backing off. Chicano was not smiling anymore. With a powerful grip, Chicano reached out and slammed into Corey’s groin. The strong hand dug into his naked crotch and clamped shut tightly around the already exposed nuts. Chicano pulled Corey back into position by his balls and lodged the uncut cock at the virgin hole. With an up and down movement, Chicano was buttering his asslips with precum, adding spit once or twice in the process. He continued to stretch and squeeze the poor nuts with in a wise-grip hand, kneading and crushing them between his long fingers. Corey opened his mouth to yell. Chicano was expecting it and inserted two other long fingers inside his mouth. “Suck” asked Chicano as he added pressure on his tormented balls and started churning his fingers. The command registered in Corey’s brain and with survival reflex his tongue and lips followed in motion. Wet with hot saliva, the fingers were shoved in his precum-slicked ass. Unprepared for such action, Corey screamed at the intrusion. Screams that had no other effect than putting back a smile to the Chicano's face and awakened the 2 other men in the mechanic’s barrack. The fingers went back and forth between his ass and his mouth a few times, then to his mouth only, only to find out that Smiling Chicano was now shoving the fingers in his own ass before returning them in Corey’s mouth to be cleaned! Disgusted by the fact he was licking the ass slime from another man, Corey also realized that his own cock was in semi-hard state, and to add to his shame, he heard himself moaning as the fingers were now hitting his prostate softly. “Pussy” Smiling Chicano shoved forward his humongous cock, hard enough to knock down his breathe and breaking the seal of his virginity forever. If the pain inflicted by the cock head was a taste of what the “thing” would do, Corey wanted to die. Both guys remained still, almost. Smiling Chicano just rocked his body a few times, gaining a quarter of an inch in the warm gut, just enough to push the large cock head over his love nut. Enough to send Corey in la-la land. Corey contracted his ass, trying to reproduce the incredible sensation. “Is that how it feels to be fucked?” Yes, the pain was still there, but the cock was creating an overwhelming sensation close but different of an orgasm. Despite the ass ring effort to prevent it, Chicano slide his cock to the hilt without much effort, rearranging Corey’s gut on the way Smiling Chicano had lay down over Corey and was alternating kissing and biting his neck. In this new position, Corey was able to see past his fucker where 2 other naked men were slowly stroking their fat cock. Smiling Chicano fucked Corey for along 45 minutes, cumming twice deep in the virgin ass. The fuck had left Corey exhausted and somehow in an ecstatic mood, mostly after Smiling Chicano had given him the best satisfying blowjob ever, swallowing in what would be his last negative load. Then one of the men turned him on his stomach and thrusted his cock in and rabbit-fucked him until he came inside him and left the room without a word. The last one had a fatter cock and cause Corey to wince which didn’t go unnoticed by Smiling Chicano who offered his cock for a lazy suck. The last guy pulled out and indicated to Smiling Chicano to fuck me again. He was not fully hard again, but with a horse-size cock, it didn’t really matter. Corey’s little ass would feel it again. The third guy went behind Smiling Chicano pushing him down and started hard-fucking Chicano. It was long before Chicano came again in my sore ass and the other guy in Smiling Chicano. I felt asleep between Smiling Chicano's legs while eating the cum out of his ass. Corey don’t know how much time had passed, it was still dark outside, but he got awaken twice by having a cock shove in his ass. They did a train on him that night. In the wee hour, Smiling Chicano fucked him again until his morning wood had gone down and his ass filled with another poz load. Out of nowhere, Smiling Chicano pulled out a butt plug and shoved it in Corey slimy ass. “If it doesn’t take this time, don’t worried my love, I will there for you until you get converted and after”, said a really happy and satiated Chicano. Corey did not understand a fucking word as he wasn’t speaking Spanish. *** Let just say that Adam was not meant to be a first-class cocksucker. Let’s just say, he failed his lesson a second time. So, it is with a few missing teeth that Adam found himself on his back with a viagra-fueled Dimitri fucking him like a madman, adding load after load of poz cum in the loose ass. Alex was a wreck. According to poster boy Martin, he had won the lottery – 14 poz fucks -and assured him that all the frat boys, including him, would made sure to fuck him to nirvana. Fucked, he got. Nirvana, not so sure. In fact, he was pretty sure that some if not all boys took a second turn on him. It was hard for him to say as his eyes were caked with cum and spit for most of the time. Joey had arrived at the camp a few hours before Dimitri lashed it out on Adam’s hole. “You are a mess” an older man said to Joey, taking him by the collar to the camp restroom. “This is your houseboy lesson. You are to clean the toilets spotlessly with your mouth. If you do a good job, then you won’t need to do the floor. Don’t flush them, they don’t work. If you are thirsty, well, you know where to drink. I will be back, don’t waste your time if you want to avoid a punishment.” It was in this predicament: on his knees, collared, hands and legs and cock-caged that Joey reminisced his last day. On his way, he had given blowjobs to the three men that pick him up from his neighbor’s house. His faggot neighbor! The same one that fuck him! Then they had drop him at some place where a larger-than-life man with a horse cock fucked him. The man told him his future, what he would become – a faggot! He cried. He pleaded to the man to no avail. It was with a gaping hole that he was brought here, a scout camp. Kneeling in the dirt where the three men had fun pissing on him. Joey looked at the first stall. The toilet was pretty clean. The water in the bowl was clear but drops of piss were apparent on the rim. May be there was hope after all. How low had he become! Reluctantly, he started by licking the cold rim, then spitting in some piss stain spot, mostly to dilute the taste. He was satisfied with the job and crawled to the second stall. Unfortunately, the second one was filled with dark yellow piss. Where the bowl of the first stall was almost immaculate, this one was stained beyond imagination. How would he be able to clean this? Joey flinched when someone entered the restroom and walked to the first stall and start pissing in the bowl. Still on his knees, Joey was able to see a pair of naked feet and droplets of piss raining on the floor, and surely on the toilet as the man didn’t bother to aim with precision. “Arrgh”, the man exclaimed. Joey remained silent hoping the man would leave quickly. Joey saw the feet moving towards him. “Ah there you are, pisslicker! The boss said you were here. Clean my toes, there is piss on it. Come on it’s fresh from the source!” the man said. The man was wearing a black jockstrap. After cleaning the toes, the man got Joey to clean his cock which turned into sucking, and when hard, the man pushed Joey’s head into the piss-filled bowl and fuck him without mercy” “Good cunt! Pisslicker! Take my poz load like a good faggot!” Joey would have replied that he was not a faggot, if the man hadn’t pushed his face deeper in the piss. Once he came, the stranger wiped his cock on Joey’s hair. Joey was breathing heavily. The man had almost drowned him! In piss! It was absurd! How could this happen? Yesterday, he was a friendly student athlete, girlfriend prospecting, a good boy to his parents… and… and now… he was sucking cock, licking piss and taking toxic cum in the ass!

I met a couple distinguished bearded and hairy men about 60ish at a party Saturday just gone. My posture, expression and response to a funny retort about ff wasn't missed. I ff a load deep into his guts and they ff 3 loads into mine. When I got home I dildoed myself A2M on cam with them

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** THE TEN – A Continuation (or Chapter XV, if you like) I never expected to fall in love with him…as I will explain, he wanted the relationship, but he didn’t want to be pozzed. It was 2 years after I moved from LA to Seattle, I had continued my pozzing adventures in the great Pacific Northwest. One of the main reasons for leaving LA was there almost seemed like there was nobody left to infect with HIV. Oh, new guys were always moving to LA, maybe to make it as an actor, maybe to escape from moralizing family members, or maybe just for the weather. But between widespread PrEP usage, the pool of available neg holes to knock up was becoming ever smaller. And when you factor in my poz buddies, Eric, Keith, Diego, Francisco and the other members of “The Ten” club, competition to claim a unmedicated neg chaser was fierce. Between us all in “The Ten,” we had successfully pozzed hundreds of guys, including dozens of flight attendants -- literally spreading our HIV strains around the world – but new conquests, as measured by the group text we would all send after another chaser got their upgrade, were happening fewer and fewer times. As for my own successful pozzings, the tattooed area across my abs now boasted an arc of 6 dark X’s, meaning I had 60 known pozzings under my belt – and probably dozens more unknown ones who were face down/ass up in a sex club, or just a neg pussy against the glory hole opening – “DON’T ASK, DON’T TELL!” Augmenting the row of XXXXXX spread across my midsection were 2 biohaz symbols, one above the row of Xs and one on my upper arm, a bright red teardrop of blood in the center of both biohaz symbols. And then there was the inked scorpion with the word “POZ” in the center of its body splayed across my chest that my friend and tattoo artist extraordinaire Eric emblazoned for me, and which got us so horned up, we recharged each other right on his tattoo chair. He even finished up the scorpion tat while his fat toxic AIDS-cock was still inside me after depositing a fresh load of virus into my poz cumhole. But eventually, there just wasn’t the available stock of neg chasers out there anymore, and the ones that once flew into LA for pozzing now could get it closer to their homes, as “The Ten” chapters sprung up, quite organically, in New York, Chicago, Toronto, Boston, Miami and Palm Springs. I had some of the ‘blame” for the Chicago branch being so prolific as my poz son Benny proceeded to infect his whole leather group, and they in turn distributed the gift across the Midwest. Suddenly, POZ was the thing to shoot for in certain gay/bi circles – a badge of sexual hedonistic honor. Eric told me he was training tattoo artists across the country in all kinds of biohazard and scorpion designs, and a big request was simply the words “POZ,” “TOXIC,” “INFECTED,” or “HIV” to get inked across chasers’ bodies when they got the inevitable upgrade to HIV status. So after my wildly successful, and I guess if you think about it – TOO successful pozzing career, I relocated with my job up to Seattle, a city I had visited a few times over the years but to my knowledge, was not home to anyone I had upgraded with my demon seed. My own seed remained unmedicated and my overall health remained good, despite the moderate viral HIV load. My last in-person visit with the idealistic Young Doctor in LA showed slow but steady progress of the virus and he told me I might be crossing over to official AIDS status within a year or so, and to think about medicating. Or maybe not, it was impossible to know for certain. What was for certain was I wouldn’t be inhibiting my strain with meds, at least not for a while yet… So, 2 years later I was still seeing via telehealth the Young Doctor, who himself had transitioned from a condom and meds advocate into a poz hungry cumwhore after a certain mass conversion party in Lake Tahoe. And my lab work that I had done every 3 months or so at his direction still made its way back to him to interpret, and even now, 2 years after he said I was fucking and breeding my way into AIDS-territory, I was still officially just “HIV Positive.” I was having too much fun breeding holes with my toxic seed, and when after 18 months in Seattle, I got my 6th X tattooed across my stomach, signifying 60 pozzings, I resolved not to slow down…not yet, anyway. Poz convert #60 happened much the same way a lot of them occur…Josh from Alaska read my profiles on BZ and Curious Chaser, slid into my DMs and a few weeks later, and following a quick brushing of his neg pussy, my lubed-up poz weapon was sliding into his untainted hole, forever changing his DNA, and changing him into a poz cumwhore. He told me that where he works on the pipeline, not a lot of guys are openly gay or bi, and even if they are, not a lot of them are on PrEP…plenty of opportunities for him to spread the seed to the Last Frontier among his burly oil worker buds. I welcomed Josh to my place with a hug…I could feel his body trembling in my embrace. He whispered softly to me “I need to do this…but I’m scared.” Reassuring him, I whispered back ‘We’ll go at your pace…but remember why you flew down here, remember why you need this,” followed by my grinding my jeans-covered poz weapon against him. We chatted for awhile…he’s “mostly gay,” but fucks women sometimes…there were a couple of pregnancy scares with them and he was greatly relieved when they turned up not pregnant. He’s an oil pipeline worker, which isn’t as burly or hard-working as it sounds – mostly sitting at a screen and watching product flow. But sometimes there’s a problem or something out in the field that requires manual intervention and Josh and a few buddies head out to repair the issue, usually staying at the field camps set up along the length of the line. He tells me once the issue is resolved, there’s not a lot to do in camp until the van arrives in a day or two to take them back. So, they naturally get up to what men get up to…he’s fucked all of his work buddies over the years and they’ve fucked and bred him, even the ones with wives and kids waiting at home. “We’re not allowed to drink on the job, so we find ways to entertain ourselves,” he shrugs, laughing and swigging his beer. It’s the first time he’s relaxed enough this evening to laugh. He continues, “I found myself fantasizing about getting poz, I resisted for a long time, but once it has you, it can’t be denied.” I nod in knowing agreement. Once he’s relaxed and laughing a bit, I lead him upstairs and offer my standard disclaimer that he can turn around right now and go. They never do…Getting him on the bed, and before he can change his mind, I begin my process with the brand new toothbrush I have waiting for him. Next comes my hard pre-cumming pierced poz missile. This isn’t a time to be gentle with it and I drill it deep into his guts, not stopping as he yelps and twists, until it’s balls-deep inside him, my free-flowing viral precum already leading the way. I remind him this is why he is here. “Feel that poz cock deep in you, man? It’s pozzing you up already!” I fuck him deeply and very roughly for about 15 minutes with my poz pole, withdrawing a couple of times to look at the small drops of bright red blood on my cock, I plunge it back into him and unload nine or ten shots of pure HIV-seed into the guy’s hole. I know I’ve just brought him into the Brotherhood, but of course, I follow standard pozzing protocol, plugging his mancunt and raising his hips on a pillow to let gravity assist. I fucked him again a further two times that night, always shooting copious loads of unmedicated toxic cum into the guy – as usual with The Ten members, once you become a mass poz breeder you shoot bigger HIV-loads, and the more your cock rebounds super quickly, ready for another unmedicated, toxic insemination! On the 3rd rough fuck of that evening, we even managed to break the bed, a couple of slats underneath the mattress splintering, with a loud cracking sound! In the morning, while he was still half-asleep, I turned him over and thrust my cock up his sore hole again, sealing the deal with another huge HIV-load in the guy’s guts. Josh flew back to Anchorage that morning, his hole wet from my seed, my strain already at work on his system. He pledged to send me a pic of the home test in a few weeks’ time, and I know from past experience what the result will be: 2 bright red lines meaning sweet HIV. When 3 weeks later the beautiful picture came from him, I quickly snapped a pic of his positive test next to my hard cock and posted it on my media. My 60th pozzing filled me with such pride at the accomplishment! As for the bed -- Josh, not to mention the steady stream of Northwest chasers had been in and out of it and the old bed had served me good, but it was time to upgrade my pozzing bed with something new. And that’s what found me later that day in this high-end, custom-made furniture store a short walk from the main tourist area of Pike St. I had walked past the store windows several times, looking at the sofa and chairs and another featuring a beautiful Shaker-style bed. From the window, there was just enough of a view into the back area where craftsmen would work on their furniture designs. That’s where I saw him, through the window, as people milled back and forth in front of the doorway, I craned my neck to see him better, leaning over one of his custom creations, his jeans shaping his ass beautifully. I didn’t believe in fate or whatever you want to call it, but seeing him there, even just viewing him from outside looking in, I had the same electric feeling in my loins that I get whenever I know I’ve just pozzed a guy, that indescribable rush of energy as my viral cum shoots from my rigid cock deep into a man’s hole, transmogrifying him and his existence forever. I entered the store, and lingered around the bed that I wanted, telling the saleswoman who first approached that I was just looking. She turned and walked away and I went back to looking at the hot young assistant on the phone. Finally, he finished the call and turned in my direction. With the saleswoman now helping someone else, I waved at the cute guy and he left the central desk and made his way over to me. He was a bit taller and leaner than me, probably around 6’2,” with medium-brown hair a bit of which fell in front of his eyes as he walked, brushing it back behind his ears which he probably has to do 100 times a day. “Hi, sir, I’m Tom…what can I show you today?” he introduced himself, outstretching his hand to mine. As I shook his hand, a jolt of electricity ran through my body – even more than the jolt I felt the previous evening impregnating Josh with my HIV. And just like that, Tom the furniture guy “had” me. “I think I’m gonna buy this bed,” I told him, pointing at the sturdy frame “as long as it is strong and put together well. I don’t need a flimsy one.” I smiled devilishly at him, waiting for him to take the bait. But he just said “It’s made by a local craftsman, and very well built. I can show you his catalogue and you can see his process if you like. I help him out in his studio from time to time.” He didn’t return my smile, just a friendly yet businesslike approach. Still, he “had” me, and a few minutes later, I was out the door, having bought a new bed and table set. “Will you be the one to deliver it?” I asked him, hoping he would take the hint, but again he stayed professional and we arranged for their delivery team to bring the new purchases in 3 weeks’ time. 3 weeks – just enough time for the fuck flu to hit a chaser after I’ve brought them into the poz brotherhood! When finally after three weeks, the call came that it was to be delivered, Tom’s voice was on the other end of the phone “Hello, Sir, we’ve got your bed ready to be delivered, but I thought you’d also be interested in some other pieces our craftsman had made, if you’d like to meet me after work at his woodshop, I can walk you through it all.” Needing no further invitation to see this hot guy, I quickly hopped on the light rail and made my way over to the address of the studio, which was in a run-down part of the city south of Downtown. I knocked on the heavy steel door and Tom opened up and appeared there, his messy brown hair half in his face, his arms straining against the tight T-shirt and his jeans cupping his ass. “Hey, Sir,” glad you could make it, welcome to my studio,” he said. “Your studio? You’re the craftsman who makes this beautiful furniture?” “Yeah,” he said brushing his hair back, and shaking sawdust from his hand, “at the store, I am just a sales rep, but here,” he remarked, turning around to the expanse of wood furniture, “this is my baby.” He leaned in a bit to me, “and I thought you might like a private tour,” brushing his hand against my arm, leaning further in for a kiss. “Unless I got the wrong idea…” “Oh hell no, man, you got the right idea – I’ve been thinking of you ever since I came into the store,” I replied. With that he reached for my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons down the front. Then, as he fully opened my shirt, he eyed the scorpion tat, the biohaz symbol with the blood-red teardrop, and the line of 6 X’s across my furry midsection. He stopped – a brief look of concern across his face. Looking at my tats marking me as a POZ predator, his demeanor changed instantly, from excitement to alarm. He stepped back. “OK, sir, we’ll have your furniture delivered by 10am tomorrow morning, thanks for visiting.” And he walked away and sat at his desk and busied himself with some paperwork. I took the hint…it’s a lot for someone to grasp. Before I pozzed up, I felt much the same way…even though it excited me, the fear outweighed the fantasy. I thanked him, and made my way home. As I came through the door, my phone chimed. It was him. “Sorry to cut you off there…maybe we should talk about it?” TO BE CONTINUED

Married mine. To be fair, it wasn't totally random in a Grindr way. But was at a gay bar with a friend, and a friend of my friend I had never met came over and started chatting/hanging out with us. We all went home together to hang out. One thing lead to another and the friend of a friend started huffing pits, and slyly revealing the jockstrap he had underneath (clearly was trying to hook up at the bar!). I end up dragging him to the guest room and pounding the hell out of him. The way he fucked was just... so perfectly in sync with me. We then started meeting up every weekend to fuck, and turned out we were the exact same level of piggy. I had never been with anyone before that shared even 1/4th of my kinks so someone who checked every box was almost panic attack inducing it was so hot lmao. We got up to a lot of bullshit including giant 100 person Folsom orgies, house rental orgies, steamworks adventures... Ultimately though he was a really lovely, honest person with the heart of a lion that inspires you to do your best. The kind of guy you could trust with anything. Tie in the fact that he laughs at my stupid jokes and gets my sense of humor, then follow that with him helping me through a very hard event that happened in my life, deciding to propose was easy. The only thing we haven't done is me whoring him out in a cumdump session on grindr/sniffies...super into that scene, but I'm more of a switch so it feels hard to push things in such a dom top direction. Also covid happened and ever since then his sex life aspirations have cooled off a lot. He's a lot more into fisting/toy/kink play now. I still have a bit of a desire to get up to bullshit though. Navigating new waters and all that 🙂

As a top, I find the use of masks on a sub very hot. Something about sensory deprivation very controlling. Deciding just how much information my sub is allowed to know/understand heightens my desire. The ultimate would be to blindfold and put ear buds with sex sounds and strong verbal degradation playing. Maybe call him using Bluetooth to give him commands and give him positive feedback on just how slutty he is with him unaware of just who is breeding him. Of course, catch everything on video .

I think the title of this thread is actually a kind of teachable idea for anyone who is thinking of starting to bareback: "NEED to bareback - neg SCARED of becoming poz" This really is it for me: NEED vs SCARED. That balance between an intense sexual desire and fantasy that's drawing itself into your reality, versus the fear of consequences, and in particular, becoming HIV-positive. Now for me, I'm a chaser, so becoming Poz would be (pun intended) a positive outcome for me, but that's simply not the case for the majority of barebackers. But I completely connect with this idea of NEED. When I started barebacking as a btm in 2012, it had gotten to the point of being a NEED: I needed a total stranger - or multiple strangers - to fuck and cum in me, and in the end, what it took for me to get over being SCARED was a few drinks and a random hookup in the toilets of a London Soho bar. Hardly the most stylish way to do it maybe, but it got me past my SCARED. It got me to tip my scales towards that NEED. And I won't say that I wasn't still scared afterwards, but yeah there was full acceptance that I had done it. I was still scared of becoming poz in those days, but I didn't freak out and go: oh shit, get me on PEP right now! I accepted the consequences of my actions. And it turns out, the major consequences of my actions on that drunken night were to want it more. I didn;t get HIV from that one fuck, because actually getting HIV is something of a challenge, a roulette: I know - I've been trying! In the years 2013-18, my rule was to let the top decide about condoms, and more than 50% of the time, I was fucked bare. This practice - to take the decision out of my own hands and submit to the top's will - was perfectly authentic for me as a btm sub, and tipped the scales so completely that only NEED remained. That need to have men cum inside me, as much as possible. These days I'm addicted, and weirdly proud of that, but you certainly don't have to go as far as I have done in this NEED/SCARED equation. But I digress (hey there ADHD! 🤣) - the point is that your decision to start barebacking will always play upon these dynamics of NEED vs SCARED. These days, you can tip the scales a bit more safely with Prep, but I say that living in a country with free healthcare. That's not the case in the US, and other countries. In the end, my own advice, based on my experience would be to JUST DO IT. That NEED isn't going to go away, and there are lots of things you can do - Prep, find a trusted partner, etc - to lower the risk so that SCARED isn't going to feel so intense. The chances of getting HIV from just one fuck are pretty low, and virtually zero if you go on Prep. If you can't get it out of your head, then it's just going to become a pathological situation, intensifying in the background to such an extent that when you do eventually do it, it'll be a wild desperate set of risks you take, because the NEED will have grown into a mountain, but so will the SCARED. Start now, when that NEED is less rampant and pathological, and you are able to be a lot more mindful about these two dynamics. Unexpressed desires often barrel into psychological issues, and really the only two paths ahead are either expression or eradication. Fear will not be a great teacher, and will not assist in either of these: if you cannot mindfully let it go - truly let it go completely, with a smile and a relaxed breath - then you'll have to express. But true eradication is hard, and is often only partially completed. That NEED comes barrelling back. So my advice: Express the NEED in your sexuality, and take the steps you have to do in order to reduce that SCARED. Prep is a good first step for someone like you I think. Good luck, hope you are able to find the right balance between that NEED and that equally valid SCARED, and do what feels right for you ❤️

Thats the best way to think about it. If its in your head to want to bareback then go for it and you will never look back or regret it as the sex is so much hotter. You can play safe you can take prep but your missing out . Knowing you are taking risks when you fuck is like being on a high and you crave for more . Its actually quite hard to be pozzed so dont worry about it just enjoy.

This happened on my 17th birthday. Drank too much at a friend's house. When I woke up, I noticed my cock was caged while two guys were in my ass and three more came on my face. Friend filmed the whole thing and gave me a copy when it was over. Grand total of 38 men (and five women) used me.

For me i just love constant new cock and cum because i'm a total cock n cum slut. Regulars are great because they are more reliable and fill in the gaps. Taking loads from a stranger can be hit or miss, some don't get hard, some don't cum much etc. but still the thrill is there. At the end of the day any cock is good

Call me old fashioned, but I prefer to see who’s breeding me.

There ya go

i believe there are currently two: eagles nest and megaplex. megaplex if a typical cruising spot filled with a variety of people, not just different ages, races, types but also open minded sluts vs people who just wanna watch vs picky people etc sat nites are the most crowded for better or worse. some will get into group scenes but many just want a 1on1 behind closed door in my experience there is currently an over abundance of bottoms lookin to get anon bred multiple times, so if that's your bent be prepared for competition considering the amount of bare cock i've taken there combined w the number of holes ive shoved my cock in its almost shocking i've never caught anything once