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I left him there and went in search of some excitement of my own. A small, very old man encouraged me into a booth with a big glory hole. He was sucking a big, dark cock sticking through the hole. As I stood there, he tugged at my belt. His meaning was obvious. I undid it and pushed my trousers and pants down. He grinned, held out a crumpled tube of lube and raised an eyebrow. I took it and smeared some on my arsehole. “Ja!” He whispered. “Komme!” I accepted his invitation, turning and presenting my rump to the glory hole as he stopped sucking the dusky cock. He grabbed it and directed it between my cheeks. I heard the man on the other side grunt in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to push it in me until my buttocks were against the stained wood and he was thrusting in and out. The old man stood up and patted my head and stroked my cheek as the thrusts became more urgent in my arse. “K...komming!” Gasped the anonymous man fucking me. I felt his cock swell and throb as he spurted and the old man patted my cheek happily “Ja...dass ist gut, eh?” I stood up and the cock slid out of me. He pushed me aside and fell to his knees to clean the cock with his mouth. There was a roll of paper towel in the corner. I used some to wipe off the cum then pulled up my clothes and went in search of David. I found the booth where I had left him. A large, Turkish looking guy was leaving, tucking a dripping cock back into his trousers. He grinned at me and put his thumb up before disappearing into the gloom. Inside, David was lying face down over the couch. He was completely naked and I saw his clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor. As I got closer, I saw his bottom and thighs were smeared with lube and cum which also puddled the floor beneath his arse. He was sweaty and sobbing silently as he lay exhausted on the pvc couch. I touched his head. He turned and saw me. His face was flushed and tear stained but he smiled at me. “Oh..”He whispered, “It’s you….there have been so many…” I stroked his matted hair. “Are you ok?” He smiled again. “ Yes..I think so...it was lovely to feel them inside me...but what have I done?” I lifted him off the couch and hugged him. His little cock was stiff between us. “I guess we are both sluts, after all.” I said standing back and rubbing his soft, round belly.“ And probably pregnant now, eh?” He went pale, but his pink tongue licked his lips and then he blushed and nodded as I fondled his little prick. “I’m so excited, Ian.” He gasped and his hand swept over my arse through my jeans. “Do you want to fuck me David?” He blushed. “Yes please.” I turned and dropped jeans and underwear, bent over the couch and offered him my bare bottom. “You won’t need lube,” I said “It’s wet up there already.” He got behind me and I guided his cock into me. It was small, but smooth and stabbed eagerly into me. It didn’t last long. “Oh..oh Ian...it’s cumming!” He gasped and I felt him shudder and jerk as he spurted up me. When he’d finished, I kissed him and we cast around the booth to gather up used tissues to clean ourselves up before dressing. “Lets go and get a drink” I said. We passed the booth at the entrance and saw a nervous young man handing over some notes. “I haven’t been before.” He said, swallowing hard. The guy ignored him and he stepped inside. We looked at each other and smiled…..

I'm having a blast!! I have a "boy" on loan from a friend who had an operation and sex is out of the question for him for some considerable time. I had sex with him and his boy several times. Early 20s hot young stud. Sexy, hot body and a thick 8" cock. Perpetually horny haha!! He may be young but he's a a fuckstastic top. Multi-cummer. He had no problem doing his Daddy and me when we had sex. And I like he's not a "kept boy" . He earns his own living but just has a thing for fucking Daddies. So 3-4 times a week he's been fucking me senseless. Two loads at a minimum. And then Thursday he asked if he could bring a friend. I know his friend from before. Not a looker like Boy but hot cock and fierce fucker. Sure!! Well, I like to think I can still do lengthy fuck sessions at my age but they kept me busy for a LONG time taking turns fucking and spitroasting me. FUCK!! Ended up with three loads from Boy (one down my throat) and two from Friend. Four big loads deep in my ass. Heaven!!! When I said we definitely could do THAT again I got a few grins LOL. Sore but very happy hole 😉

(continued) Holding the bottle up to my nose I took a hit in both nostrils and then passed the bottle around. High on poppers and whiskey we went into the front room. I began to kiss my uncle as the young stud knelt and began to service us both. This was obviously not his first rodeo. He expertly worked his tongue and fist on our cocks. After a few minutes I lifted him up and as the three of us where kissing I felt my uncles finger begin to massage my hole. He spit in his hand and then he slowly maneuvered his finger into my hole and began to loosen me up. After working three fingers into my yearning hole, he shifted and began to play with the blonde’s perfect ass. Our bodies craving more, he motioned the two of us to the couch, and as we moved to the other side of the living room, he went into his bedroom, his perfect hairless muscle ass shifting side to side, and quickly returned with a large bottle of lube.

(continued) The next thing I knew, right in front of me he leaned forward and stuffed his tongue in my uncle’s mouth and grabbed his crotch. My uncle returned the kiss and then it was too much to resist. I leaned forward to begin a threesome. Now, after the drinks at the reception and shots of whiskey, with a raging hardon, I reached over and began to tweak my uncle’s nipples. He reached over and swiftly popped the top button on my jeans. The only one with a shirt on, I quickly stood and removed my shirt. As I did this my uncle stood and pressed himself into the blonde. I couldn’t resist, I dropped to my knees, pulled the blondes boxers down and began to service him. The sweet salty taste of his precum coated my tongue. While gorging myself on the young wrestler’s thick 8.5” thick cock, with my right hand I unbuttoned the jeans of my uncle and as his jeans fell to the floor he stepped out of them revealing his massive 9” man cock. That meat, which had ravaged countless holes in the dungeon, was now staring me down. It was mine for the taking. Pivoting my head, I let the young stud’s cock slip from my mouth and opened wide to swallow the main course. While stroking the wrestler tool with my left hand, with my right I massaged my uncle’s well-worn cock in and out of my mouth making sure my tongue swirled around as much of the shaft as my mouth could take. While they kissed I continued to switch back and forth between the two tree trunks. Needing a breath, I stood and reached for the whiskey, this time straight from the bottle. I took a slug and passed it to the young jock and then my uncle. Going commando that night, I stood and stripped from my pants. As I began to lick my uncle’s rockhard chest, biting his nipples, the wrestler placed the whiskey bottle on the kitchen table, turned for the front room, and quickly returned with a bottle of poppers.

Author’s Note #1: It gives me great pleasure to introduce a new and original story entitled The Master Pathogen. This is a first for BZ - a collaboration between myself and @kspozcum, whom you know from his current stories The Bareback Chronicles and My Education of the Summer. I’ve ever written only one story for BZ, a little first-wave distraction from five years ago called You Asked For It!, and I didn’t intend to write more poz fiction. This new story came about as I intended to finish another story that had been abandoned, and I asked @kspozcum to work on it with me. Finding it restricting and pigeon-holed based on its origins, we eventually scrapped it and made our own story. The result is a much more cohesive tale, science-backed, characters with personality, all peppered with real-life experiences. While inspired by other things, it is not a derivative work or a continuation of anything. Not only was the pitcher replaced, but it got filled with stronger booze. LOL Working on this has been so fulfilling and a joy to create. He and I will be here to field questions and comments, and you may write to either of us privately if you want to discuss something about the story in depth. We’ll try to give it weekly updates, and to get you started, we’re giving you TWO chapters. It’s a mixture of gay military fiction, biomedical thriller, and poz fiction disguised as body horror. It does lean more into the drama than the sex, but the sex is pretty visceral and intense, so don’t worry about that. @kspozcum will have the next post, followed by the first instalment. We hope you enjoy our collaborative efforts. - leatherpunk16

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

@kitpig Lots of features to cum... 😛 @Docebrown Glad to hear you're enjoying it! @nymidtowneast Glad to hear! @hirondelle75 Happy to see you like it! @Londonscottish No plans on quitting it yet. Just been delayed with life stuff this month. So, it's been quite a month. For anyone who reads my other story, this is old news, but last month I was in an accident and have been dealing with that for the last month. I'm fine, my car did exactly what it was supposed to do and keep me safe. But sadly, it's a total loss and I'll be busy with that as well. In other news, I've started a new story (yes... a THIRD story) with @leatherpunk16 here on the site. We both worked extremely hard on it, so please go check it out! Anyways, enjoy the next chapter! Not so much on the sexy side, but it's an important one! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 13: Dealing with People You Can’t Stand I awoke the next morning to my phone dinging. Bleary eyed, I lifted my head and looked at the screen, reading the message sent to me. “Hey, it’s Dave. Your sexy ass and mouth got us 5 paid subscribers, here’s a cut of the profit since you’re helping increase the users,” the message said, causing a small smile to spread on my face. Below it there was a link for a mobile banking app. Rolling on my back, I checked the other messages unread. “Looks like daddy and I are going to be tied up for a bit longer than we thought,” the next message, this time from Mike said, “Yard is going to need mowed, so the code to the garage and security system is 7923. Feel free to use the pool if you want.” Yawning, I looked over at the clock, noticing that it was currently 10:47am. Somewhat saddened at the prospect of not being able to see Greg or Mike, I let my hand flop back down, still clutching the phone. Hopefully they come back soon, I thought to myself. Slowly, I forced myself to get up, and after a quick smell of myself, decided a quick shower should be my next step. After my shower and brushing my teeth, I got dressed and went down the stairs. My mother was in the kitchen, working away at dinner for the night. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sleepily grabbed a muffin out of the pantry and sat down at the kitchen table. “You were out late last night,” she said, looking up for a moment from the cookbook. “Yeah, sorry, just got into the groove on my jog,” I said, another letting out a large yawn, “What are you cooking?” “Beef Wellington, with Brussel sprouts puffs and watercress salad,” she said, ticking off one of the ingredients on the recipe before going back to cooking, “Also have an apple pie and some bread going.” “Mom, no offense, but isn’t that a bit much for a family dinner?” I asked, confused at the affair my mother was preparing, “Last time was just spaghetti and garlic bread… and that pie from Costco… You know we’ll eat whatever you want to cook.” My dad walked in, newspaper in hand as he leaned over and gave my mother a kiss. “Didn’t I tell you,” my mom replied, smiling as my father playfully gave her ass a small smack, “Your sister is bringing her fiancé, and has a date for both you and your brother.” I let out a groan, knowing that the night was already going to be terrible.. If my sister was a nightmare on a good day, adding two of her vapid friends to the mix was literally a recipe for disaster. “Please no…” I said, setting the muffin down in disgust, “I hate Jen’s friends. She always gets so bitchy when you get her around them.” My dad gave me a brief look over the newspaper, looking at me over his glasses. “Oh, sweetheart, she just wants you all to get to know each other. Each of them are going to be in the wedding as her bridesmaids, and…” she said, setting down the rolling pin as she spoke. “Mom. Please. No,” I said, pointedly as she tried to explain, “I’ll do dinner. But the second she starts getting rude and pushy, I’m leaving.” “Son,” my dad began, setting down the paper, “She just wants to see you and your brother dating people she knows. She’s just looking out for you.” “No. She isn’t. She likes controlling everything,” I said, annoyed, “She does this every time. I’m telling you she is going to try and set me up on a date with one of them. These are the same people who she got to make fun of me the whole time I was in high school. I’m not interested.” “Well, it’s just dinner, sweetheart,” Mom said, sighing, “If she gets too pushy, we’ll tell her to stop, ok?” Pinching my nose, I bit back my annoyance. “Fine. But I swear, the second she goes too far, I’m out of here,” I said, putting my foot down. With that, I got up, grabbing my muffin and coffee and going upstairs. —------ Several hours later, I came down stairs, wearing a polo shirt and slacks my mother had insisted I wear. The doorbell quickly rang, and I answered the door, only to be greeted by Jen’s two friends, Amanda and Amy, two of my biggest bullies in high school. “Oh my god, Bucktooth!” Amy squealed, instantly grating on my nerves with the high pitch tone. “Just as scrawny as ever!” Amanda exclaimed, poking my side painfully. I flatly stared at the two, unimpressed as the two pushed past me and into the hallway. “Where’s that bitch, Jen?” Amy yelled out loud, looking around in the living room and up the stairs, as if she would suddenly appear. “Just pulling up now,” I said, pointing at the driveway while gritting my teeth. The two women screamed as they suddenly pushed past me, leaving me alone in the hallway. Shaking my head, I shut the door and went back upstairs, poking my head into Ryan’s room. “Jen and her minions are here,” I said, already having trouble hiding the annoyance in my voice, “You coming down or am I stuck entertaining them?” Adjusting his tie, Ryan looked at me in through the mirror’s reflection. “Oh, yeah, sure… just give me a minute. I’m guessing Marcus drove her in?” he asked. “I would assume so,” I said, shrugging, “Please don’t leave me down there with them. They already are in rare form.” “Yeah… yeah…. Down there in a minute,” said, grabbing a bottle of cologne before shooing me away. Sighing, I grabbed my phone from my room and texted Mike and Greg. If you see a triple homicide on the news tonight from my house, just know it was justified on my part… I wrote, sending it before shoving the phone back into my pocket. I let out another deep sigh before forcing myself to plaster a smile on my face and walking downstairs, already hearing the squealing of my sister and her friends down below. I sat down on the couch, staring at my phone counting the minutes until the night was over, as Ryan bounded down and started chatting with Marcus, leaving me alone with my sister and friends. An hour in and 17 insulting comments on my appearance later, my mother came into the room, calling us to dinner. Dinner was surprisingly good, and my mother had seemed to outdo herself. Throughout the meal, I sat in silence, not being able to add much as the entire conversation was overtaken with talk of the impending wedding between my mother, sister, and her friends, and the other half of my dad, brother, and her fiancé talking heatedly about some lab breach all over the news in Germany. I occasionally looked at my phone, wishing Greg or Mike would message back. It was when we hit the dessert portion that I finally hit my limit. “So, like, Jenny, you have to tell us,” Amy said, the wine from dinner causing her to slur her words slightly, “Who did you decide for our groomsmen? Please tell me they’re hot.” “Well, since Ryan and Riley are the only ones left, Amy, you are going to sit with Ryan, and Amanda, you’re with Riley,” Jen said, the glass of wine in her hand sloshing as she talked, “That way I have my two besties right next to me at the reception.” Amy seemed pleased with the answer, quickly pulling in Ryan for an overly excited hug as Amanda gave Jen a confused look. ‘What?” Jen said, noticing the look on her face, “Oh… yeah, sorry babe, it was the only way I could have you up at the table with me.” “Really… Riley?!” Amanda asked, not hiding the disgust in her voice, “I thought we were friends. You can’t find me someone better?” I sat there in silence, stunned at the clear insult thrown at me, as if I wasn’t even there. My parents were in the kitchen. Ryan and Marcus shared a concerned glance at each other, both seeing the blank look on my face. “Oh, don’t be that way. He’s not too horrible,” Jen said, glossing over the insult and refusing to look at me, “I mean, he won’t be that bad once he gets a haircut and I’m sure we can… it’s just for the reception…” “Seriously, what did I do to you,” Amanda pressed on, also ignoring my presence, “Is because of that guy senior year? I already told you it was just one drunken night…” “No…. babe… it’s ok, I don’t care about that. Mom just made me put him with you. I’ll figure something else out to do with RIley,” Jen said, trying to comfort her friend, ignoring the other three people in the room who were now looking at me with concern. “Um… Jen… that’s kinda of harsh, don’t you think…” Amy said, looking at me with actual concern. “Wow. Big sister of the year, folks,” I said, feeling the heat creeping up my neck, quickly getting up and pushing my seat away. “Oh god, Riley, don’t be that way,” Jen said, finally noticing my existence, a look of annoyance on her face, “As always he just HAS to be the center of attention. She just wants someone hot to hookup with at the wed-” I quickly cut her off. “Oh, so I’m that repulsive?” I said, my voice raising louder than I expected, anger flowing through me. “Well, you would look better if you just actually cut your hair and…” Jen said, digging the knife in deeper as she spoke, “It’s just…” “First off, I am NOT cutting my hair just to fit your picture perfect wedding. And… Just what else Jen, because we both know it's not just my hair. Go ahead, say what you're thinking,” I said, glaring at her, feeling my hands shaking. “Babe, I think maybe you should just stop right now,” Marcus said, trying to play mediator, “What your friend said was pretty shit-” “No Marcus,” Jen said, pausing to gulp down the rest of the glass of wine, “Maybe it’s better if I just get it out there.” “Jen, I think you need to shut it… NOW,” Ryan said, glaring at her pointedly, “Marcus, I need you to get her out of here.” Jen roughly shook his arm off, drunkenly swaying as she did so. “No, Marcus, you will not get 'her' out of here,” Jen said, annoyance dripping in her voice before pointing at me, “You want to know why none of my bridesmaids want to sit with you? Huh?” I just stared at her, waiting for whatever comment she was about to say. “Seriously Jen, just shut the fuck up… don’t fucking say it…” Ryan said, now standing up. “Oh, what, now you're going to defend the little faggot?” she said, pointing to me as she spoke, “That’s right, Riley, we all know what you’ve been up to at college. No girl wants to get with a dirty fag.” I stood there, silent as I processed what she said. I felt as though she had just sucker punched me. “My sorority sister’s brother was one of your little hookup this year, and was whining about how boring of a fuck you are. Everywhere I go, I’m stuck hearing about you. And you can’t even be a decent homo, can you?” I looked over at the doorway, seeing both my mother and father staring at the scene, both looking rather shocked. “Riley, come on, just um, let’s go in the other room and talk,” Ryan said, apparently now standing and trying to guide me away from the table, “She…. she doesn't mean it, she’s just drunk and..” “No, Ryan, I am not drunk. Everyone knows he’s scrawny, and boring, and now… a fag,” Jen said, slurring slightly and wobbling as she spoke, “Always ruining everything with everyone. Too boring to be a decent fuck so he just has to be the center of attention any other way he can.” “And there it is, there's the Jen I was waiting for. We both know she means EXACTLY what she says. Well, sis, I could give two shits about what they think, but at least now I know what you truly think of me,” I said with a strangled laugh, gripping the table, “Don’t worry about having this ‘dirty fag’ at your wedding. I’m not going. Happy now?” “Jen, you need to apologize,” Marcus said darkly, his arms crossed as he started at her with disdain, “Right fucking now.” “Don’t bother,” I said, feeling a few tears leaking from my face as I talked, “We both know she wouldn’t mean it. I pity you, really, getting married to her. I wouldn’t wish her on even my enemy. She’s that fucking evil and self-centered.” “Riley, that’s an awful thing to sa-” my mother started to say, before I quickly cut her off. “No, Mom, it's the truth,” I said, “And the fact that you're defending her is… you know what, why bother. She’s the princess of the family. I should know better than to think I matter in this family. Everyone would probably be a lot happier without me here.” “Riley, son, just sit down and let’s talk about this,” my dad said, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them, something I’d learned years ago to be a sign he was about to grill one of us. “Nope. I’m good. It’s been a pleasure,” I said, my voice starting to crack, “I’m heading out.” “Riley, don’t,” Ryan said, trying to grip my shoulder to stop me. I quickly pulled away, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Sorry the fag ruined dinner, everyone,” I said, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as I backed away from the table. “Finally!” Jen said, with a hateful laugh, “Now we can actually enjoy our meal. Who wants pie?” With that, I stormed out of the room and upstairs, locking my door behind me. Dejected, I flopped down onto the bed face first, tears streaming down my face as I let the feeling of depression and self loathing take over.

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

I like to walk around the place and see what is happening and where. I will always leave my door open, but I love to play in the dark room and the sling. There are so many guys that get down and dirty in the dark room and it drives me fucking wild!! I love when I can get a line of guys to fuck me in the sling. Then I run back to my room with the loads in my asshole and I play with all that semen.

I am at summer Fist Fest in Augusta GA. My hole is wrecked from several days of heavy multi-partner play. My most recent was at 7:30 this morning. I woke up early after 5 and half solid hours of deep heavy sleep from yesterday's use. Another guy was up and had come to the pool area, where I was hanging out, to have an early morning swim. Instead I wound up in a sling being fucked for a half and hour before his buried his paw in my gaped hole, which had no resistance--he just slid right in to mid-forearm deep while my poppered up ass was awash in sexual ecstasy and I pissed myself uncontrollably. How could the day start any better than being in a sling with my legs up and spread while my bussy is filled and used? And there's still all day to day and tonight to get more use, plus Sunday.

Author's Note #2: So, this will be my first ever collaboration with another writer here on the site. It's been an interesting set of several weeks on this first round of chapters. It's really been great working with @leatherpunk16 on this story, being able to riff off someone and be able to shoot ideas around finding what works and what is just, well, meh. The goal here was to try and write out a somewhat realistic sci-fi body horror story as leatherpunk said, and I hope it comes across as enjoyable. It's amazing what a late night brainstorming session mixed with someone approaching another person about a story idea can really do in the matter of a few short months. We've gotten a large chunk of chapters written out to hopefully be able to keep the updates pretty regular, but please bear with both of us during the more sex dry scenes... I promise they are worth it. That being said, I have a roast in the oven I need to go attend to, so please, enjoy the first two chapters!

Central Park Rambles, last weekend. Before covid the Rambles were awesome. Then it really dried up, but last weekend I went and lucked out. Cruised a hot Asian guy. We chatted a little by the bathrooms and wandered over to the big rock. I had shorts on, no underwear. I sucked him, dropped my shorts and turned around to show my ass. He was not shy about pressing his cock against my ass. I sucked him some more and got a lot of spit on his cock, I spread my ass and he fucked me nicely until he came. It was lovely!

Yesterday on my way home from work I stopped by the park. I saw an older black guy that I have played with pull up. He is about 7.5 uncut. He has bred me a few times so he knows I will service him. We were walking along the trail to fine a spot to play and another black guy walked by us. He was at least 6’3” really built wearing a tank and short shorts. My pussy instinctively opened up and I wanted him in me. I asked the old guy if he knew him and he said yes they have talked some but they were both looking for the same thing. Pussy. He said “do you want me to have him join”? I was like fuck yeah! He called the guy over and we all went into a special place that I have that is private. When everyone is there for the same thing you don’t make small talk. Both men pulled their cocks out and I assumed fag pose 1 by getting on my knees and sucking them both. The big guy was big. At least 9.5 and really thick. The old guy was surprised at my ability to deep throat the big guy so easily. It’s from many years of training. lol. The older guy was driving everything. He told the big guy to get in my hole. I had some lube on me so things would go smoother. I got out my poppers and started huffing away. The big guy eased into me like he had been there many times. The older guy took my throat and both started to fuck. As a bottom it’s an overwhelmingly good feeling to know you can service to men at once. The older guy started to pick up the pace and ended up shooting a load town my throat. The older guy asked the big guy if he was close and he said no it usually takes him a while. I don't mind hearing that. lol. The older guy stood there and fed me the last few drops of is seed while the big guy pounded away. After a few minutes the big guy flooded me with his precious seed. We all exited and started to walk back to the parking lot. It was about a quarter mile so we talked. The big guy said how impressed he was that I could take him so easily. That made me feel good. The older guy said how he would like to take the day and both of them take turns using me. We all knew that probably would not happen but it’s nice to think about. I hope I see them out at the same time again.

Part 11 While I walk into the locker room , where the other teams are waiting for their turn, I can feel cum dripping out of my hole. It leaves a small trail on my butt and on the floor. It's like the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. You can see the path I walked, leaving cum spots all over. And it's not just me; Kayode has the same. When we enter the locker room , we don't say anything to the other teams that are still waiting to play , but we can see their eyes on us. Well, actually on our asses that are dripping. No questions are needed about what we took, I guess. The host walks us to some showers in the back of the locker room with instructions to clean ourselves. We both walk up to the showers and turn them on. Cold water runs over my head, down my neck and chest, to my filled-up hole, washing some cum drops away. It's a hall of showers, so there's no privacy here. I can see Kayode doing the same. He's washing his ass and is keeping the shower hand bar to his ass. He sees that I watch him. Damm, he is hot, I think to myself. Kayode really has a nice ass and body. The first team is almost done showering, but I hear someone walking up behind me. A hand is gripping my ass, and a finger touches my hole. There is a dripper... that hole took some. It is one of the guys from the first team, the 30-year-old guy. He pushes his finger deep up my hole and makes me shiver again. "Feels wet, just like your friend over there," he nods to Kayode . "Your speed has a price," he laughs. " Let him be," Kayode tells him. "There is enough cock and asses in this roulette game for everyone ." The player gets his finger out of my hole and watches while his finger is full of cum when he pulls it out of me. "Just wanted a taste," he smiles. With that, he licks his own finger clean, covered in my cum that was up my hole. I watch him in disbelief. Was that all up my hole? And even more still in me? I never knew I could take so much. And he just licked it up? Together with my ass juices? "Tastes good, might be a toxic mix," he laughs at me. The player walks away from me, and Kayode calls me to him. "Don't worry," he tells me, "those guys are dicks. Get your ass here; let's clean that hole up." I walk to Kayode and stand close to him. Watching his body is making me hard. My hand slowly touches his cock. I'm not thinking in any way of what that other guy just told me. I'm only thinking of that hot body of Kayode next to me. Glad you like me, he laughs. I grab his cock tight and let my hands softly play with it. His balls run through my fingers. He is built big. Is every black cock that big, I wonder? My hand is touching his body. Over his six-pack to his chest, I let my fingers rest on his nipples, slowly playing with them. Softly, I kiss Kayode. Damn, that boy can kiss. I turn myself to him with my still filled hole and press my ass against his crotch. Kayode starts to laugh. "Your ass is turning into a slutty breeding hole... that's nice, mate, but I'm a bottom, bro. So let's save the fun for the next part of the game and let me just clean that ass of yours." Fuck, I think to myself, but he is right. There is still one game to go. I can feel a cold shower against my hole. "Bend over, let's wash it ," Kayode tells me. My head is waking up again, and I bend a bit over. Kayode seems to know what he's doing while washing me. When he's done with me, I need to help him too, and I try to copy the way he did it for me. I wash his beautiful tight ass and remove all the cum that I can see. His hole looks really fresh again, ready for the next round. In 20 minutes, we are done, and we leave the shower to join the guys in the locker room again, just around the corner. We wait till all teams are back. The host gives us the scores again. We were not the fastest, but we did earn some points. Kayode is in second place on the scoreboard . I'm somewhere in the middle. Just one game left. The host calls us all together and starts to talk again. The next game is called blackjack . The rules are simple: get as close to 21 as you can. Bust it when you think you're close enough or no longer can take it (the host starts to grin ). You get points, the same as the number you have. It counts with the points you had earlier . If you exceed 21 points in this game, you get nothing. So think before you proceed with anything. In each large room, there are four spinning tables set up. You will lie on that spinning table. You are the dice yourself, if you know what I mean. You will be strapped to the spinning table on your back with your legs apart. Around you, there will be 12 tops. Each top has a number on it. You can give yourself a spin. You can push yourself off on the handles placed that are placed all around the table. The harder you push, the harder and longer you spin. The wheel you are chained to will turn... When it stops, the guy standing right beneath you, between your legs, is the number you spun. That guy has 10 minutes with you. There will be four tables in the room; we can't fit more in it. So, not all of you can play at the same time. Some have to wait a while. You can watch the scoreboard; your points will be added to the points you already have. The one with the highest score stays. If you drop down to second or even lower , we will escort you out. We thank you for participating in the game, and we wish you a good continuation of your holiday. Watch the screen; you are picked from the lowest to the highest scores. Damn. So... now I need to give up all control to a top. I have no say in whatever happens. Only my spin will determine which guy I'm playing with. I'm getting nervous. I'm not in the first round; there are players with fewer points. There is no screen, so we can't watch. We only hear moaning coming from the big room. It makes me even more nervous, but also excited. What and how will this game be, and what will it look like? I take a piss and have another drink while I wait. It takes some time, and some guys are being asked to follow the host into the room. I watch the scoreboard, and I can see points being added, but also guys getting no points at all, and guys dropping in the ranking. They are being escorted out, and a red cross becomes visible behind their names . Then I am up. I hug Kayode and wish him luck. It's not his turn yet because he is one of the guys with the most points. I walk into the room. One table is empty, and I'm being escorted to it. I can see other spinning wheels where guys are chained. Some look really wasted. Are they sick or just roughened up by a top? I can smell the odor of cum, piss, gag, sex, and sweat in the room. One guy has a red ass like a tomato. You can see handprints on him, and his hole is puffy and open. One guy is covered in fluids. If I have to guess, it's piss mixed with cum. I'm getting led to the wheel, and a helper is just cleaning it. "Sorry," he says, "it was a mess. Just cleaning it a bit for you." I can see the tops standing and smiling next to the wheel. They all have chains with numbers. Again, they are all wearing red shirts whit numbers, so I can't see any part of their chests. From some guys, I see parts of tattoos coming out of their sleeves. There are younger and older guys, but they all look rough. They all have shorts on, with, again, a zipper. I don't have to ask why that zipper is there; I already know that part from the first game. "Go ahead," the help says to me. "Take a place in the middle of the wheel." I climb on the wheel and sit in the middle. All tops are going around the wheel and me. I watch them closely, face by face, scanning their bodies and shorts. Some have a big, hard bulge in their shorts. photo of Jake on the spinning wheel. "Watch closely ," the helper says to me. All the tops have a number on their shirts. Those are the points. Get as close to 21 as you can. If a top is too rough for you and you stop, the game stops too, and you can't spin again. Just so you know. "Go and lie down now," the helper tells me. I do as I'm told and lie down on the spinning wheel . The helper ties my hands down on the wheel . "Spread those legs," he says. I do as I'm told, and they are getting bound too. "Okay, now start the game," while the helper walks away. Fast, I watch the other wheels, and I can see guys getting slapped and fucked. I guess that's what will happen to me soon too. I grab the handles and then push it hard. The wheel spins with me on it. It spins hard and for a long time. I get dizzy, and I'm not sure when and where it will stop. Now I know why some of the other bottoms look a bit sick. Slowly, the wheel slows down. I watch the tops' faces while I spin past them. They are laughing . Some spit on my face while I pass them. On my cheeks , on my body, on my mouth. The wheel stops. I'm dizzy as hell, so I'm not sure where or which guy it stopped at. I can hear some guys breathe in disappointment , but one guy clearly says, "He is mine for 10 minutes ." I can hear a click; my legs are being freed, but my hands stay locked on the wheel . The other guys take a step back, and I look up. My view over my body, past my cock, and there I see him. I spun number 12... jackpot... a big muscular guy, looks a bit Arabic in origin , bald with a short shaved head, a big beard, tattoos coming out of his shirt, a big bulge, and strong legs. He looks dark and mean out of his eyes. I swallow in nerves. photo of the guy whit number 12 I feel his strong hand gripping my feet, slowly moving across my legs to my upper thighs . His hands feel warm and rough on me. They are tight around me, though it feels really good. Slowly, his hands go up my upper thighs till I feel his fingers touch my cock and balls. My cock is starting to react and getting a bit excited . He grabs my balls with his strong, big hands and closes his hand around them. It feels so hot and warm. I really like the feeling. But then... he starts to tighten up his hands, my balls trapped in them. He tightens up fast and hard... he's ... he's crushing my balls. It hurts; it hurts like hell. I hear a scream in the room; my mind wonders from whom . Then I recognize it. It's my own voice... I am screaming. Screaming in pain because he is crushing my balls. The top slowly bends over me... "You don't need those nuts, as a fuck hole," he grins at me. "I am number 12 for a reason. I am the hardest over here. " And he crushes his hands again... "Fuckkkkkk. Aaaaahhhhhhhh , it hurts," and I scream again. He just laughs and then lets my balls loose . My balls feel crushed , red, painful, while the top walks around the table to my face. His crotch hanging against my nose. I can smell it, and his bulge looks huge. He opens up his zipper and gets his cock out. It has to be somewhere around 7.8 inches and is cut. He is semi-hard already. Open up that mouth, boy. I have 10 minutes and no time to waste. I open my mouth, and he just sticks his cock in, pushing it into my throat. I start to gag, but he does not pull back. I start to gag and cough up slime. It's all around his cock, leaking from the sides and dripping on my face. But he does not pull back and slaps my face with his hand instead. Don't be a pussy, boy; just swallow. I do as I'm told and try to get calm, sucking his cock into my throat. His cock is now wet and slimy from me gagging on it. and then I taste something . I feel a warm, wet sensation in my throat , a feeling of drowning and the urge to swallow. My body reacts, and I start to swallow. A warm fluid, tasting spicy... My eyes widen ... he is pissing into my throat, and I can do nothing but swallow... The top laughs at me; I just need to get rid of this and don't like it to be wasted. I like my boys dirty, and he keeps pissing in me. Beam after beam, I feel piss flowing down my throat and swallow it. I'll try to stay calm in my mind, but it's hard to do so. What the fuck is happening to me... I never thought of this... The top then pulls his cock out, still pissing. Out of my throat and into my mouth. I can now taste his piss really well, and still, I am swallowing it. The top starts to laugh, seeing this boy likes it. He even swallows it now when he can just purge it out. He then gets all of his cock out and starts to piss on my face and body. It's a sort of warm waterfall, hitting my naked thighs and down my body. I feel my hair wet and dripping, my body, my own ass and cock. He just pisses on me, all over. And I... can't do anything... but let it happen and try to enjoy... I can hear the other tops clap their hands, encouraging the top while they watch me. After some seconds, the top stops pissing. "I'm done pissing, slut," he shouts to me. He pushes his cock down my throat again. I can taste his filthy piss, but I clean his cock as much as I can. He gives a small slap against my face as approval and takes his cock back out again. Slowly, he walks to the other side of the table again, while I am still wet and dripping from his piss. He climbs on the spinning table, and I feel my legs getting spread. He pushes them over his shoulders, so my ass gets lifted. I watch his face and eyes carefully, while my hands are still tied down. My hole tightens up; I can't do anything while I lie here chained. I have to take whatever is coming, and I need to take these points. Meanwhile, my cock got hard from this threat, but my balls are still hurting. They might be blue as hell, comes across my mind. Then he gets his face down to my ass. I can feel his beard scratching across my hole and ass. His breath at my hole is warm; against my hole, I can feel my hole twitch a bit. A wet, warm, tickling feeling surprises me. He's licking my sphincter, his warm tongue pushing a bit in me. His tongue feels soft and tender, though the top is not tender at all. his beard scratching against my ass and thighs. pushing his tongue with force against me and trying to get a bit in. then the tip of his tongue does. I can feel it. his tongue going deeper and a warm, hot feeling comes over me. meanwhile I feel a finger coming in too, pushing against my prostate. I'm starting to moan; this feels so good. then he stops rimming me but keeps his finger in me, pushing against my prostate as he watches me face to face, deep in my eyes. a true bottom slut, he tells me softly. a tight, wet hole I enjoy, and moaning while I finger your hole, just begging for more, he tells me. then he pushes a second finger in, trying to open me up. I can only start to moan harder. here I am, moaning in bliss , with a top between my legs, fingering my hole. he is right, I want more; I want it all. He then gets his fingers out and pushes my legs up even more. He starts to sit up, my legs over his shoulders, and I can feel his cock against my ass. "See the clock above you," he tells me. "Five minutes left, and I'm going to use this time to take that ass of yours. You can watch the clock until it's time because I will take this time to fuck." He then sets his big cock against my hole. It still feels wet from the gagging before. But fuck, his cock swells up and he is huge. He grabs my shoulders, presses me down, and holds me. I can see his muscles tighten . And then... I feel a push... not a normal push, but hard, really hard. A feeling of pain shoots through my body, and my sphincter breaks. His cock just shoots up my hole like a racing car. There is no stopping, no grip on his cock; he just pushes real hard and my hole breaks for his cock. My anal walls are getting pushed to the sides when his cock shoots up. Pain , terrible pain in me, and a feeling of being filled up. Hard, I yell, " Fuuucccckkkkkkk!" There is no escape from him; he holds me and his ass is his. His cock rams up into me, and with a big slap, his groin slaps against my ass. He's in me, all the way. I try to get some air; I feel filled up, painful, scared, and so much more. But his cock does feel good in me. My hole is gripping his cock all over, from the base to the top, deep inside me. I can feel it deep inside, and I am honored . Painfully and hard, he starts to push and back down, fucking me like a wild animal. He's pumping my hole extremely fast. My mind and body do not even have the chance to register if his cock is in or out of my hole. His cock just slams in me, rubbing my prostate. The way he fucks me is the way I need. My hole burns, my sphincter tight around his cock. I can feel my sphincter getting ripped up. My legs on his shoulders and he watching me deep in my eyes. I can only moan and groan. The help walks up to me and holds a little bottle under my nose. "Sniff this, otherwise your hole will be ripped to pieces and your holiday might be over then. " All I can think is I'll do anything for some pain relief , so I take a big sniff. My head starts to spin a bit; I feel my mind and muscles relax. The pain in my hole fades away. I can feel pleasure, purely pleasure while the top ravages my hole. I feel him thrusting hard and deep, and I start to moan loudly from pleasure. The top grins . "There is the slut, like a real good slut loving my cock and loving his ass used." He only starts to pound me even harder. The time seems to slow down. I can feel his balls slapping hard against my ass while the top lowers himself on me. His beard scratching my body, over my chest and nipples , to my face and mouth. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I can feel his wet shirt from sweat wiping over my body, mixing with the remains of piss that I still have on me. I feel a huge sensation up my hole, like I never felt before. I am enjoying myself; I love his cock. The second he stops kissing, he spits in my open mouth, and I just let him. The I hear a bell ring. My mind is still racing, and I am watching my top deep in his eyes. "Fuck," he says to me. "Time is up," I hear a helper say. "Time for another spin... The"" data-pos="195" data-len="10" > " The top gets off me, my legs still open for him. He grips my legs and locks them down on the wheel again. I remain still for a few minutes. "Did ... did... did you cum?" I softly ask. "Nah ," the top says. "Too bad the time was up. I wanted to fill you up though . "What… What did you give me?" as i look to the helper. "Those were some strong poppers, boy. Just to help you relax. "Try to get your head back for a minute, and then we start again." I glance at the other tables, and I can see there are two new guys on the spinning tables. I guess I missed it when they walked out and were done with the game. Damn , I now have 12 points. Let's see how close I can get to 21. I grab the handles strongly and give them a strong push. I let myself spin again, round and round. The faces and crotches of the tops are spinning beside my head. Slowly, the wheel starts to slow down again and stops. I hold my head up and watch what number I spin. Number 4. That's a total of 16 points I spin. Number 4 laughs, and I watch him closely . It's a younger guy, I think 25 or something . He is thin, very slim; I can see clearly his shirt is too wide and his hips have bones sticking out. He looks like he is an addict or sick and wasted. I'm not sure why he looks like this. I can see his life is rough and hard, even when he is still this young. He has a nice smile . And damn, he has a big bulge in his underwear. It really sticks out compared with his slim body. photo of the guy whit number 4 The guy is starting to unlock my legs. His thin fingers touch my feet and legs. He is not wasting any time, and before I know it, I feel his hand discovering my ass. His finger pushes against my just-fucked hole. He's making circles with his finger on my hole, and it feels really hot. Then, within a second, his finger starts to push in. I can feel his thin finger up my hole, massaging my prostate . It feels hot. With his other hand, I can see him opening his underwear. A huge cock plops out of it. It is thick, veiny, and big. The top smiles when he sees me looking at his cock, while his finger is still in me. "All boys like my cock," he smirks. "So many holes have taken it, and yours is next." He then gets his finger out of me and pushes my legs apart. His cock against my sphincter. I can feel him already dripping some pre-cum or whatever else it is against my hole. The helper comes to me and is holding a bottle again. "You're a lucky guy," he tells me. "Again, you are going to enjoy a real big cock. So sniff it up and let your body relax." I take a big, deep sniff. Tears run in my eyes, and my mind fades away. At the same time, I feel some sort of pressure and a feeling of getting stuffed. It's the top. This number four is pushing his cock up my hole really slow. My sphincter just breaks and gives my inner self to the top. My hole is on his cock, his to use for the next ten minutes. Softly I moan while his cock goes deeper and deeper. Just in one flow and thrust, he pounds himself deep into my hole. I can hear myself giving a yell . Fuck , I huff. He is huge. I can feel his bony hips pressing against my thighs while his cock is deep in me. He lets me relax a bit and then starts to thrust. Fuckkk , dammmm. He goes deep and hard, I can feel his hips thrusting against me. Some hard slams; I bet he will leave some bruises. But my mind is still Flying, and my whole body is relaxed from the poppers. So I let him fuck me, with no hesitation and just a bit of faded-away pain. I feel his bony hips thrusting hard against my ass. His thick, hard cock deep in me. Damn, I love this feeling. "Fuck me," I moan to him, "fuck me hard. " The top hears it and starts to fuck me harder and rougher. The feeling is slowly coming back, but my body is all relaxed. I can feel my hole burning from taking his big cock. My hole is gripping tightly around his big cock. His balls are slamming against it every time he pushes deep inside me. His hands are placed on my chest, and I can feel his thin fingers touching me, playing with my nipples while he leans a bit over me. I follow his arms with my eyes. I can see pale skin, bones sticking out beneath his skin. Thick veins and small muscles appear with his intense pounding. The guy is giving me all he can. I can see blue spots on his arms. I'm not sure if those are from needles, from sickness, or from something else rough . My eyes follow his arms up to his bony shoulders and chest. He has no chest hair, and his chest is really flat and skinny, though his nipples are big and hot-nipples that should be sucked and played with. He is sweaty and keeps pounding as if it is the last thing he will ever do. Then I watch closely as he faces me . I can clearly see he was damn hot at one time; he still has that look. But time and life have taken a toll on it. His eyes are fixed ahead , not on me. He is just intensely fucking me, doing his job as a top and not caring about me at all. What happened to this guy? Somewhere in his 20s or 25, looking that rough and thin. Slowly the feeling in my body is coming back, and I can feel him fuck me more intensely . I can clearly hear his balls slapping hard against my ass and his hip bones smashing into me. It hurts every time he pounds me, his cock thrusting deep inside me, pushing my limits . My hole can't get any grip on his cock; it feels slippery. Is it all pre-cum? I feel some pain deep inside my hole, but I guess the worst is already done. I clearly hear the guys around the wheel supporting the boy. "Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, cum in that man's pussy”. The guy responds, "I will, I will fill him up..." and he starts to pound even harder. Pain shoots through my body, and the help wants to give me another sniff. Just before I take a sniff , my mind races and thinks , "If I am indeed the last fuck of this boy, let him enjoy and let him fill me up." So, with that, I scream to him , "Fuck me, give me your cum, load me up..." I can see the boy laughing at me and nodding . Then I take another sniff. My body immediately reacts to it , and my sphincter just relaxes . I feel the guy pound me way more easily, and with this, he can push even a bit deeper. His cock is rubbing my prostate, so my body responds, and I am really hard while he is fucking me. My balls are hard, but every time he pounds back into my hole, I can feel them bounce. I start to moan loudly , just like the top. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours to use... I love this, I love this ... fuckkk..... I feel a sort of electric impulse through my whole body, and I start to spasm. I feel wet drops hitting my body, face, and mouth. My mind is going crazy, and I don't really understand what these drops are yet. My body is spasming so badly, and the pleasure is unbelievable . Just a few seconds later, I hear the guy moan hard... here I come, here I come. He pushed deep inside me, and in my hole, I can feel his cock swell up. He is swelling so damn big; it feels like he is bursting out of my hole any second. Then I feel him spasm, and I feel a hard tickling sensation deep inside me. He is cumming in my hole, deep inside me. Load after load, he is shooting deep into me. He does not pull out or anything; he is just keeping his cock deep so he shoots all of it. My mind is slowly coming back. We came at the same time... He shot his load deep in me, so I keep it forever. His DNA deep in my hole, with whatever he has. And it was my own cum, shooting on my body, face, and mouth. Big cum shots dripping around my mouth. The guy is tired and crashes on my body. His face near mine and his mouth on mine. He starts to lick my lips and chin. He is licking my cum off me, getting it in his mouth. He is making a show of it, showing me and the guys next to the wheel that he has my cum in his mouth. And then he swallows it... He smiles, still with a nice fresh load, he softly whispers to me and kisses me. He gets back on his knees and stands up. His big cock pulling out of my hole. He is still a bit hard, and I can see cum drops falling from his cock that he just pulled out with him . It looks... yellow... what the... I think? The guy smiles again. "Now you might get this too," he points to his yellow cum. I'm too tired to panic, and my body is still in a trance from shooting my own load and getting one at the same time. I just look at the cycling till the time on the clock is done. Ten minutes are over. I need to keep going, I think to myself... I catch my breath and grab the handles again. I spin again. It's not as hard as the first two times, but enough to make at least three rounds. The wheel stops again, and I watch. I have 16 points, and now??? Fuck . I spun number 12 again, and he is just laughing . "Hi there again," he laughs at me, "back for a second ride to finish it?" I can only nod, thinking that I just lost... 16 plus 12 is 28... I'm way over 21. The guy is getting between my legs again. He is already hard from the show that number 4 gave. He pushes his finger deep and rough up my hole and massages my prostate. My cock responds again and is getting hard. "Perfect , now you're willing again," he laughs. "That hole is so slippery and wet. Mmmm . I'll take my part of it, and I will massage number 4's cum even deeper in you. I might even get some of what he has," he laughs to number 4. Then he pushes his cock against me. The help is coming with poppers again. But the top is waving him away . "This boy doesn't need it. Have you seen his cummy hole? He can take it without now." With that, he pushes hard up in me. My hole can't resist anything, so he just pushes deep in me. I feel him slide deep in me. He is right, I can take it. I feel some pain, but I love it. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. He looks deep in my eyes and then I whisper to him , "Fuck me, fuck me hard. My hole is hungry for your load..." The guy (number 12) starts to pound me. Three times softly, and then he just rams it into my hole. It's like a beast destroying me . He keeps ramming it deep inside me. My body just shakes when he pounds me. My back hurts against the wheel, but I don't give in. I let him have me. the guy is moaning load, wile his body pounds me and is sweating like hell. i bend a bit forward so i can kiss him, wile he is using me. his beard tickles on my chin. our thongs find each other and we keep kissing wile he is pounding me hard. i have put my legs on his shoulders so he can fuck me even deeper. and he dous... While we kiss, I softly moan in pleasure. His cock is rubbing against my prostate, so this fuck feels like both pain and pleasure. I can feel some cum from number 4 leaking out of me, lubing his cock and balls. I hear wet smacking from his balls against my hole. This has to be the cum of number 4, dripping onto his balls. These sounds echo around the room. I feel so slutty and hot at the same time. While he kisses me, he sometimes breaks the kiss and just spits in my mouth. Thankfully, I swallow it. I can see in his eyes he likes to watch me swallow it. He lets out a big growl and looks deep into my eyes. "Shall I pump my load up there with the load of number 4?" he asks me. "So your hole will be flooded and know its real meaning." I nod. "Please sir, please ." I need that. He keeps fucking me rough for half a minute and then just rams his cock deep into my hole. Further than he was before, and I feel a sting of pain mixed with the feeling of getting filled up. He starts to shiver, and I feel his cock getting hard and thick deep inside me. "Cum in me," I yell to him. I just spoke those words out loud, and I can feel it-cum spraying deep in my hole. Wet , warm, sticky shots deep inside me, shot after shot, while the guy moans loudly . The guys around the wheel start to applaud . He stays in me for a while, panting and sweating . Sweat is dripping from his beard onto my face and mouth. Some drops I catch with my tongue . His shirt is wet with all the sweat . I wish I could rip it off him, but my hands are still tied up on the wheel . Still 5 minutes left, a help call . The guy nods. I feel his cock in me getting softer. "I'm not done yet," he laughs at me. "You take all of me; you're a hole, nothing more, nothing less." I feel a sharp, warm pain in me. It feels like I'm getting filled up with some sort of liquid. It feels hot, wet, and it is hitting my prostate hard. The guy smiles.... "I'm filling you up with my piss." My eyes widen . Is he... is he... pissing in my hole? I feel dirty, but at the same time, a sort of electric shock goes through my body. He is pissing against my prostate, so it feels heavenly at the same time. I start to moan loudly . The feeling, the piss, it just keeps going. I moan loudly, and then my cock and body start to spasm again. I'm cumming.... My load shoots out of my cock, over my belly, while he keeps pissing into me. A mix of intense pleasure, dirty, warm, hot, and sluttiness washes over me, but I keep shooting my load. I can see the guy grinning at me while he keeps pissing against my prostate, even when after some 5 shots, I'm done. The intense feeling... fuckkk, I moan, while my body keeps spasming . Slowly, the feeling is getting less. The guy stops pissing in me, but he leaves his cock in me. I'm done, slut... he laughs and bends over to me. He kisses me deeply, his beard scratching against me again, but I love it. I think I love him for opening this world to me. I never knew it could be this hot. Welcome to the world of dirty fuck sluts, he laughs, and I can only say thanks. I can hear now the beeping of the alarm; the time is up. It's done, I lost, but got two cum loads in me. He gets his cock out while his fingers move over my body, collecting my cum. His fingers are full of it, and he holds it at my mouth. He does not have to say anything; I just open my mouth and start to lick his fingers. I taste my own cum, and I swallow it. He turns around and walks away from me, out of the room. I stay there for a few minutes. As I look around me, other bottoms are on the wheel, then when I started, help comes up and starts to untie me. "You lost," he tells me, "you went over 21 points." He helps me up; I'm still a bit weak and soft in my legs, so he walks with me to a locker room . Here, I can take a shower. I'm all alone in there, and even the help walks away. I get under the shower, and I feel the water running down. I have an urge to push. No one sees me, so I do. A waterfall of piss, cum, anal fluid, and some blood is pouring out of my hole, falling down on the ground and getting washed away with the water of the shower. I watch it flow over the ground into the shower pit. I stand there for a few minutes; my mind is turned off and slowly coming back . What did happen? What did I do? But I did like it. I feel an urge to get more. Is this the new me? I think it is. Well , I think I'm getting more understanding for Kayode and Leroy now. I am becoming a bit of a cock slut myself here these days in the hotel.

I've got a pretty even amount of female and male friends, most of them are straight. Seems like everyone I know didn't start jerking off or touching themselves until they were like 10+ years old — or so they say... I've been touching myself for almost as long as I can remember. Definitely on the regular at age 4-5 onwards. I've gotten asked so many times at what age did I realize I was gay? And I'm just thinking to myself 'my whole life lol'. I knew cause when I'd touch myself I'd always think about the men in my life — father, brothers, cousins, uncles, other kids dads, my mom's boyfriends, daycare teacher, ect... My friends seem to have had wildly milder sexual awakenings at an older age than I did, and I've always wondered what others had to say about it.

I find that eagerly swallowing every squirt like a starving baby bird makes men happy.

Jake's heart raced with excitement as he stumbled upon his favorite spot in Central Park that night. The air was thick with the scent of lust and the promise of a good time. His skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat from his earlier conquests, his hole still pulsating from the last stranger who had claimed it. His tight, little body was dressed in a way that screamed "use me," with a jockstrap barely containing his plump ass and a tank top that did nothing to hide his hard nipples and arched back. He had a knack for attracting the right kind of attention—specifically, the muscular, hairy, and dominant men who craved his youthful, submissive spirit. The two daddies he often encountered had become somewhat of a myth to him—his own personal sex gods. They were tall, burly, and had thick, uncut cocks that Jake could barely believe were real. They had always taken him to the limits of his endurance, filling him up with their seed before disappearing into the night like phantoms of his darkest desires. Tonight, however, was different. As he approached their usual spot, he found them leaning against a tree, smoking cigars. Their eyes locked onto him like predators spotting prey, and Jake felt his cock stir in his jock. "Hey, boy," one of them called out, his deep, gruff voice sending a shiver down Jake's spine. "Why don’t we try something different tonight." Jake's eyes widened with anticipation, and he practically sprinted over to them, eager to find out what this special treat could be. “Come with us and we’ll make sure you have a great time,” one said. The other daddy grabbed his arm and pulled him to their next location. As they arrived at what Jake assumed was the men’s apartment, he walked in to see a large living room, toys and gear all around, and a sling in the corner against the windows for all the neighbors to see. “This seem like something you’d be interested in, boy?” one of the daddy’s growled. Jake just nodded, amazed. The daddies started to undress, and Jake finally got a good look at them in actual light—not the moonlight and streetlamps of the park. They were perfect. Tall, muscular, and hairy. Thick beards, big hands, and bigger feet. Jake just stood there amazed, seeing their jockstraps barely contain their massive bushes and thick, pulsating cocks. “Now, you’ve always impressed us in the park. But we’re thinking of going a bit harder tonight.” The first daddy, whose name Jake had never bothered to learn, pulled out something from his pocket. "You ever tried this?" he asked, holding up a small pipe filled with meth. Jake smiled and nodded eagerly. He had read about it in all his seedy chatrooms—how it could make you feel invincible, like you could take on the world. Or, in his case, the two of them. He didn't need much persuading. He smiled as the daddy lit it, took a hit, and blew it deep into Jake’s open mouth. Inhaling the sharp, chemical smoke deep into his lungs. The rush was immediate, making his skin tingle and his cock throb. He took the pipe and smoked a bit more. The two daddies didn't waste any time. They stripped him of his few remaining clothew and began to play with his body, their rough, calloused hands exploring every inch of his smooth, hairless flesh. They manhandled every inch of him until they finally unleashed what was hiding in their jockstraps. Two absolutely massive, ripe uncut cocks. The first daddy fucked him raw, his furry, muscular body pounding into Jake's eager ass. The second daddy took his time, stroking Jake's cock and whispering filthy words into his ear. They shared him, using his holes like they owned them, and Jake couldn't get enough. He had never felt so alive, so alive, so... used. The night turned into a blur of pleasure and pain. Jake lost count of how many times he was filled and emptied, his ass stretched to its maximum capacity. The daddies were relentless, their appetite for his youthful body insatiable. They fisted him, used toys on him, and even had him suck them off simultaneously, his mouth and throat a mess of saliva and precum. As dawn began to break, Jake was a mess of sweat, cum, and meth-induced euphoria. His ass was raw and his jaw was sore, but he was in heaven. He had been used all night long by the two men he had come to crave, and he had loved every second of it. The daddies finally climaxed, one after the other, filling his ass and mouth with their hot, thick loads. Jake swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of their cum as it slid down his throat. They tossed him out of the apartment with a slap on the ass, a wink, and a promise to see him around. Jake stumbled away, his legs wobbly and his spirit soaring. He had been claimed by the two daddies in the most primal way possible, and he felt utterly and completely alive. He didn't know when he'd see them again, but he knew he'd be back, craving more of their rough, unbridled lust. This was his world—a world of anonymous sex, no strings attached, and endless streams of cum to satisfy his ever-hungry hole.

A short one for today. Inspiration this time came in part from HungPig - search for “Breeding ass in the woods” on XVideos. I knew I had found the right spot when I saw a few guys hanging around, furtively looking at one another while notionally checking their phones. A few of them glanced up at me as I approached, and then as I looked around I saw the logs that the guy had told me about. A jet thundered overhead, mere seconds from touchdown at Heathrow, whilst the M25 provided a constant background din that I realised must be helpful for keeping the activities here undetected. Looking around some more to make sure everyone was legit, I realised I could make out Terminal 5 through the trees. I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach at what was about to happen, so close to a place where I was regularly suited, booted, sipping a glass of champagne in the lounge, and waiting to board a plane to wherever the job was taking me next. But today I was in trainers, jogging bottoms, a hoodie and my glasses. There was no champagne, and no plane to board, but I was certainly hoping to set off on a journey. After months of disappointment, either being flaked out on by tops all around the world, or the few positive encounters I did have resulting in nothing, I was determined that this time I would get what I was seeking. My contact assured me he would turn up, but even if he did not he had said I would have no problem getting what I wanted. This spot was an unspoken place for gifted men to assemble, and any fresh meat that arrived here always got a lot of attention. I was that fresh meat today, and I just prayed I had not been led on again with false promises. I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves, looking around a bit until I made eye contact twice in quick succession with one of the men already loitering. He was in jeans, a white vest, a leather cap and sported a big moustache, looking like a gay stereotype straight out of the early 80s, but it totally worked for me. He held my gaze the third time our eyes met, and then subtly nodded towards the log. I inhaled the last of my cigarette and then chucked it in my empty Coke can, before walking over to the pile of stumps. The vested man approached me, stopping when he was right next to me and placing his hand gently on one of my buttocks. “You bottom?” he said. I just nodded in response, before turning round to face the logs. I pulled down my jogging bottoms, my skin exposed given I was only wearing a thin white jock underneath. My hole was already loosened and lubed thanks to the plug I had worn on the drive over from Richmond, and the man realised this as he slid a finger in. This was quickly removed, and after the sounds of him undoing his belt and jeans, his cock was pressed against my hole and began its journey inside. “You poz boy?” he asked, once buried inside. “No sir” I replied. “On prep?” “No sir” I repeated. “Chasing?” “Yes sir” I said. At that point another jet roared overhead, temporarily making it impossible to hear anything else. “Then let’s give you what you came for” he loudly growled, once the plane had passed. He then started to thrust. In normal life I am vers, possibly even more vers-top these days, and would never normally be into getting gangbanged. But on that day, surrounded by those bushes, jets roaring overhead on their way into Heathrow, and my nose being bombarded with competing aromas of aviation fuel, poppers, lube and cum, I took them all. I never changed position, never straightened up, and never asked for a break. I smoked the occasional cigarette, took a few sips of water from the small bottle in my hoodie front pocket, and regularly inhaled from any bottle of poppers I was offered, but I was there to finally get it done and I was not for wavering. A few of the men were verbal about their status, and I encouraged all of them to breed me and pass on their gift. Maybe some of the others were also poz, maybe they weren’t, but I was not going to be picky while I was on my mission. I don’t even know if my contact ever did show up, but I didn’t care. Every load that went into me could be helping me towards my target, whether the man at its source knew it or not, and I wanted as many possible exposures as I could get. This needed to finally happen for me so that I could get on with being the man I already felt I was, and that meant being an unashamed, unfiltered, unconcerned cumdump for a day. Any extra riders that I picked up would be dealt with as needed, all in the name of the goal I had been striving to reach for so long. The men were tall, short, old, young, fat, thin, white, black, and everything else you could imagine. Some stuck around and used me more than once, others seemed to appear out of nowhere and then disappear without a trace. I just stayed where I was, doing what I had gone all that way to do. I went home dripping, sore, tired, but excited. Over the next few days I tried in vain to find some other suitable candidates to add to what I had taken, but as usual all I encountered was a sea of flakes and undetectables. But I need not have worried, as five days after my day under the flightpath, I began to feel decidedly unwell. The first glass of champagne in the lounge is now always subtly raised in the rough direction of that spot, a small but personal sign of thanks from me to the men who so graciously shared. I then raise the glass again a second time, thinking of the many men who have since received a gift from me, particularly any that have been added to my list since I last visited the airport. I then sit and drink the rest of that first glass in satisfied peace, gently rubbing my stomach through the fabric of the dark shirts I now wear, almost able to feel the outline of the special symbol inked into my skin and the virus coursing through my veins. Only once this ritual is over do I get out the laptop and begin to work, saving for the plane any further thoughts about the ongoing mission. But whether it be Bangkok, Boston, Buenos Aires or Brisbane, there’s a world of men out there looking for what I’ve got, and they’re all just the roar of a jet away…

Chapter 1: Into the Hot Zone Helixion Genetics- Main Corporate Meeting Room; REDACTED LOCATION. 19:42 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Okay, men, listen up,” Commander Nathan Briggs said, addressing the team of soldiers in front of him. At 52 years old, his time in the Biohazard Threat Response Division had taken a toll, causing his jet black hair to start greying prematurely. This earned him the call name “Gravestone,” a morbid joke among his team, who quipped he looked ready for one. His 6 foot 2 inch frame was starting to get a bit of a dad bod, but still he attracted the ladies easily with the muscular frame underneath (and a few men who are still recovering from severely broken hearts when they found out he was married and straight). Beside him stood his second-in-command, 34 year old Major Elias “Reaper” Kade, a 6ft tall, dark wavy brown hair and deep blue-eyed man, with well-defined muscles contained behind the black tactical shirt. “Let’s go over the plan of entry, and designated roles one last time. The main goal here is recon. Assume any survivor we find is infected. They are to be detained and held in isolation on exit. Hazmat teams are setting up the temporary holding trailers as we speak. Reaper, you’re up.” Also in the room were seven other men, all part of the elite Black Sigma Team. Looking at each one, Elias mentally reviewed each man. Sitting at the conference table was 27 year old Lieutenant Mason “Zero” Hawke, 5 ft 8 inches tall with short blonde hair with piercing grey eyes, known to the team for his ability to pass lie detector tests with no heart rate change, barely speaking to anyone due to some unknown trauma he suffered during his time in special ops. Next to him was 34 year old Lieutenant Tobias “Tex” Vahn, the resident virologist and chemical weapons expert. He was called Tex due to his thick Texan accent. Originally their civilian CDC expert, he’d been brought over to the proverbial dark side when funding for the CDC had dried up during the post-COVID era. Tobias was also the only member of the team that Elias trusted enough to come to his wedding, coming over regularly for game night with him and his new husband, Trevor. Trevor and Tobias were good friends from college, both graduating from Washington University in St. Louis. Beside him was 24 year old Corporal Jae “Pixel” Yun, on permanent loan from the South Korean military. 5’9 with dark brown eyes and black buzzed hair, he was the lead tech expert of the group; there were whispers among the men that his parents were secretly the owners of a major Korean tech company. However, Elias had yet to find any link there. Pixel and Sticks had become best friends, often bonding over one game or another, or some anime. Both were definitely the babies of the group. Which led him to Private First Class Eric “Sticks” Barlow, across the table from Pixel. At 20, he was the true baby of the group, and knew how to use it to his advantage. Barely coming up to barely Elias’ chin, he stood at a mere 5 foot 2 inches. A true prodigy when it came to electronics and coding, he had been a direct hire straight out of West Point. Somehow he’d managed to talk the Commander into keeping his hair dyed a bright, neon green with black undertones. Elias liked to think of him as the puppy of the group. Next up was 28 yr old Specialist Cole “Patch” Hannigan, the field medic of the team. He was second-newest to their team, with this being their first real deployment in the field after 6 months of training. Standing at 5 foot 11 inches, the guy was the chubbiest of the group, having been reassigned to the team after pissing off a commanding officer. Nobody knew what for exactly, but whatever it was, it had to be bad in Elias’ book. Last at the table was 30 year old Lieutenant Bryce “Stag” Mercer, the resident asshole and bullshitter of the group. 6 foot 1 inches tall, he was lanky with fiery red hair, pale skin and freckles. Previously he was the lead recon specialist of the group and former second in command, but after being caught pocketing some particularly gruesome photos from one of their missions, Gravestone had decided to put him on strict probation. His nickname came from his ability to stay in one spot almost eerily like a statue for hours at a time, like a deer in the woods. Elias cleared his throat, pleased as the group watched him with a respectful and quiet expectation. This would be his first true second-in-command position on the team. Part of him feared the men would never respect him, as only a few on the team knew he was gay, let alone had just gotten married. Pushing down his fears, he began to speak. “What we know so far is that at approximately 15:30 local time yesterday, a manual biohazard alarm was triggered in one of the labs in building three, on level sub level 5… as seen here on the map,” Elias said, aiming a laser pointer at the projected map on the wall. “Air quality sensors indicate no detected contamination, but still I’m going to stress that we at least enter wearing full BSL-4 until further testing can be done on site. This is a DARPA-funded bio lab, so anything could be down there. Lockjaw, anything to add on Tactical?” Major Adrian Reese, or as the team knew him, Lockjaw, stood off to the side, his jaw clenched in a permanent scowl from nerve damage he received a few years prior. 47 years old and standing at a towering 6 foot 5 inches, he was tall and muscular, with short buzzed brown and grey hair and a steely dark grey pair of eyes. All Elias knew was that Lockjaw and Gravestone went back to the “Berlin days” as the two cryptically referred to them, not sharing much information other than that. “Contact has been lost since the moment the alarm was triggered and the building is in full lockdown. Since we have no idea what we’re really dealing with, it’ll be standard clearance of each floor. The lab has 10 floors in total,” Lockjaw said, waving his hand to the map on the wall. “We’ll be entering the building on the roof. Each team will consist of three men. Patch, Pixel, and Sticks, you’ll be closest to the elevators and stairs in the core of the building. Your jobs are to maintain communications, and get into the company mainframe to see if we have any information to work off of. Company liaison doesn’t know what we could be dealing with due to the nature of the project, and access is still being worked on from our DARPA contact. Tex and Zero, you’ll be on the north side with Reaper where the labs are. Stag, you’re with me and the commander on the south where the offices are.” “We clear each floor and regroup at the elevators before moving to the next floor down as a team,” Elias continued. “Once the air quality is confirmed, you can take off the respirators, but we want to keep this clean, so maintain at least BSL-3 gear.” “We should expect at least 27 male bodies in the building,” Gravestone added. “It looks like the female scientists were at a conference for women in STEM, which has been confirmed by the company liaison here on site. Full lockdown has been initiated in the building, so once we get in, we won’t be getting back out until the lockdown is lifted or someone from outside lets us out. Expect quite a few locked doors and rolling fire doors to be in the way.” “We’re going to take this slow and check in every 15 minutes. Report anything you find as soon as you can,” Elias added. “And most of all, play it safe. We don’t need to lose anyone on this mission. This is a civilian lab with government funding, so we shouldn’t expect any real pushback from any survivors here, but don’t hesitate to use force to keep safe. Got it?” Elias was met with a few small murmurs and nods from the team as everyone started getting up, pulling on their tactical packs and checking the fit on their respirators. Elias turned his attention as Gravestone came over and patted him on the shoulder “Good work on the briefing, Eli,” Gravestone said, giving his shoulder a slight shake. “I knew you’d be a perfect fit for the job. This looks like a pretty easy in and out job, so we will get you home in time for breakfast with the husband. Dr. Trevor Bingham, isn’t it?” A slight flush spread on Elias’ cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed as he realized that his commanding officer did in fact know he was gay and married. His husband Trevor and even his team mate Tex had said he should just tell him - that it wouldn’t be a big deal. That he should be proud of who he was and that he deserved to be in this position. “Oh, well… uh… I didn’t know you…” Elias stammered, unsure what to say. “Who do you think signs off on your benefits paperwork?” Gravestone said, nonchalantly checking his fit on his back, and for any openings on the seals around his suit. “Denise wants you both over for dinner soon. Besides, you know our youngest, Mason, is gay, right? Just so you know, Tex was right… I wouldn’t have cared.” He shrugged his shoulders quickly in a non-chalant way. “Th….. thanks sir… I… thank you,” Elias stammered as realized that he’d put himself through untold amounts of stress… for nothing apparently. Sighing out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he walked over to the large double glass doors to the conference room and stood beside Tex as the others filtered out of the room. “Good work on the briefing, by the way,” Tex said, smiling as he gave a once over on Elias’ biohazard gear. “So, you and the commander have a fun chat just now?” Elias gave Tex a flat stare, unsure whether to strangle the man or give him a big hug. “When did he ask you?” Elias sighed resignedly. “Two weeks before your super secret wedding, bud,” Tex said, a shit-eating grin spread across his face. “You seriously didn’t look at the wedding gifts, did you?” Elias stared at Tex expectantly, waiting for further explanation. “Who do you think got you guys the espresso machine…” Tex said, taking a quick glance at the commander. “Didn’t you even read the gift card?” “Fuck…. No… I just thought it was from one of his coworkers at the hospital. Trevor is working on the thank you cards right now,” Elias groaned. “Damn it. We are definitely gonna have to have dinner with him and his wife. So… the commander is more of a wine guy, or a scotch guy?” “Neither. Cigars and bourbon for him, cake from that bakery just outside the base for the wife, and make sure you bring something fun and unique for the kids,” Tex said, satisfied on his inspection of the biohazard suit. “I owe you,” Elias said, sighing as he began to shove the massive hood of the suit on his head, adjusting the earpiece and microphone in the process. “How you thought you could get away with keeping it from him is lost on me, bro. Didn’t you think it was odd how he didn’t even bat an eye at your request for a week off? Well… I guess you can pay me back by giving me the details on what you walked in on yesterday in the ‘barracks’,” Tex said, grinning. Knowing that he would need to talk in private about it, Elias simply held up six fingers and pointed at the radio on his right hip. With an exaggerated rolling of the eyes, Tex threw his hood on as well and the pair started walking with the group across the sprawling grassy lawn in the center of the laboratory campus. “So, what’s the piping hot T, sis,” Tex’s voice filled his right ear, the crackle of the plastic suit punctuating each of their movements as they walked. “Oh my god… Just stop… Cultural appropriation. Only gay guys can talk like that,” Elias rejoined, trying not to laugh at Tex. “I’m waiting, guuuurl, and it best be hotter than last week’s Untucked,” Tex continued, doing his best to lay on an even, thick Texan accent. “Oh God… why am I friends with you… Thank fucking god this radio channel is encrypted right now…” Elias muttered before continuing. “So… you know how I was supposed to do the barracks check last night?” “I’d hardly call a Vegas hotel “barracks”, but… continue,” Tex said, gesturing his puffed up arm as the two began getting closer to the gleaming glass and metal building looming ahead, a large well lit 3 glowing on the side of it in the pale light. The two followed behind the group as they began to walk around to the back of the building towards a well-guarded fire escape. Both nodded at the two heavily armed soldiers wearing full respirators and shuffled into the cordoned off utilities area. “So, I went and finished checking on everyone. Couldn’t find Barlow… I mean Sticks, and Pixel said something about him going down to the gift shop for something… candy I think… and I got back to the room I’m sharing with Lockjaw,” Elias explained, waiting behind the team as one by one they began to climb the ladder. “Ok… so what…” Tex said, shifting from one foot to the other anxiously. “Still afraid of heights, huh,” Elias said, laughing slightly. “It’s only 40 feet off the ground we’re climbing.” “Shut the fuck up man and distract me with the story, because if I fall, I’m taking you with me,” Tex grumbled. “So, I got back to the room quicker than I thought and heard some noises coming from Lockjaw’s side of the suite,” Elias continued as he watched Tex shakily grab the first rung of the ladder. “Called out for him and got no reply. So I went in there to check on him. You know, I worry about the guy.” Slowly they began to climb up, stopping occasionally as a member of the team held up the group climbing off the ladder with the heavy gear on their backs. “Well, anyways, I go in the room… empty. So I check the ensuite bathroom… and I swear to fucking god… this stays between us…” Elias said, grunting slightly as they continued climbing. “Sure man,” Tex said, his voice carrying a slight nervous inflection as he quickly replied. “No, I’m fucking serious, man. I will pull you off this ladder myself and let you fall to your death on the ground if you share a fucking word of what I’m going to tell you,” Elias said, gritting the words out as they began climbing again. “Fuck…. Fine… I promise…” Tex said, gripping on the ladder tightly as they stopped again. Satisfied at putting the fear of God in his friend, Elias continued. “So… um… apparently I’m not the only gay on the team,” Elias said, glad to see that they had finally made it halfway up the building. “Oh shit… holy… The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tex said, his voice quivering as his foot slipped on one of the rungs and began flailing in the air. Sighing, Elias grabbed Tex’s foot and firmly planted it back on the rung. “It means… -grunt-… I walked in on Lockjaw and Sticks fucking like a pair of bunnies in the shower,” Elias said, helping Tex finally pull his legs over the half wall on the side of the building before finally bringing up the rear. “No fucking way,” Tex said, bent over and holding his knees, panting. Elias’ mind went back to the night before, when he had walked into the bathroom of the shared hotel suite and caught Lockjaw and Sticks in the act. —---- The night before... Elias had just entered the room when the sound of someone grunting in the bathroom beyond hit his ears. Did he slip and fall in the shower? Elias thought to himself as he rushed to the door. He stuck his head in about to speak when he took in the sight. Lockjaw was kneeling on the floor of the tiled shower, hips thrusting in time almost like a metronome, his back facing the doorway as steam and water barely blocked the view on the glass shower wall and door. Heavy, low hanging balls swung in time to the strokes, slapping occasionally against the smaller framed man in front of him… Sticks. Slowly, Lockjaw slid his hands across the wet, water-slicked back of Sticks, before finally resting his hands to be wrapped around Sticks’s small, graceful neck. The wet smacking sounds of Lockjaw’s thighs connecting with the back of Sticks’s echoed in the small room. Elias stepped back into the shadow of the room and watched as the two continued fucking rough and hard. “Fuck… Destroy my hole, fucking pound my tight boy ass into oblivion,” Sticks’s moans echoed out of the bathroom. “Fucking breed me like a bitch, daddy.” Elias’ eyes bulged as he watched Lockjaw pull most of the way out of the slimmer blond man’s ass, before spitting on his dick and slamming deeply back in. Lockjaw’s hands wrapped tightly around Sticks’s neck, squeezing tightly. The taller, older man slammed as hard as he could. For a second, Elias considered interrupting, fearing that the younger man would be seriously injured. “Yeah, you fucking love taking daddy’s giant load in your pussy, don’t you bitch,” Lockjaw growled out. “You want daddy to plant a nice thick load deep in this hole and make you his, don’t you boy?” “Fuck…. Yes, daddy, fucking choke me and destroy my ass,” Sticks replied, moaning deeply as Lockjaw changed his angle of attack on his strokes. “Make me your boy. Breed my ass and claim it.” Lockjaw’s strokes began to falter slightly in their regularity, but somehow he slammed even harder in the small blond’s ass. “Yeah, you fucking want daddy’s swimmers deep in there, don’t you, baby,” Lockjaw moaned. “Make that tight boy hole ooze my load for days with how much cum is gonna flood your guts. Make you send me pictures of you fingering my thick load back into your cumdump.” Suddenly, Lockjaw grabbed Sticks’s face and turned to him before locking lips. “Oh fuck, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” Sticks groaned, suddenly breaking the kiss. “Please give me your load, please shoot it deep in me!” “Oh fuck, baby, here it comes,” Lockjaw groaned, suddenly pushing as hard as he could into the smaller man, intent on burying his cum load deep in his ass. “Here. It. Comes!” Suddenly, Sticks’s cock shot volley after volley of thick cum across the shower floor. Slowly, the two straightened up, and Sticks turned around slightly, making out deeply as Lockjaw slowly stroked the last remaining drops of cum out of Sticks’s dick. Slowly, Lockjaw brought the cum-covered fingers to his mouth, licking the cum off of them before locking lips with Sticks again. Elias was shocked to see the size of cock the smaller man was carrying, his smaller frame making the size seem even bigger. Slowly, he backed away, before quickly making his way swiftly out of the shared hotel room. A short elevator ride to the gift shop and then out to the pool, Elias shakily lit up a cigarette. It had been six months since he quit, a promise to Trevor, an ultimatum for their marriage so to speak. But damn it, he needed it after what he had just seen. His cock was still raging hard in his pants as his mind kept replaying the events over and over. Suddenly, the voice of Commander Briggs knocked him out of the loop in his mind. “Okay there, soldier?” Gravestone asked, his gravelly deep voice said, causing Elias to nearly physically jump. “Oh, um. Yeah. Sure,” Elias replied, quickly trying to smooth over his emotions. “Just nerves, I guess.” Grabbing the lighter from Elias, Gravestone deftly lit the cigar he was holding, bringing it to life with ease. “Thanks, forgot mine upstairs,” Gravestone said, breaking the silence. Unsure what to do, Elias quickly put the cigarette out on the railing surrounding the pool. “I’m gonna head back up,” Elias said. “Try and get some sleep before we go back on duty tomorrow.” “Have a good one, then,” Gravestone replied, pulling out his phone as Elias walked back into the hotel. He snapped a selfie with the fat cigar in his jaw. Hopping on the elevator, Elias rode it in silence, trying to will himself to stop thinking about what he had just seen between his two teammates. Suddenly the door opened and Sticks stepped in. “Oh, hey Major,” Sticks said, his normal bright, bubbly attitude beaming as he spoke. “Got lost on my way back from the pool. Wrong floor.” Suddenly, Elias thought back to all the times he had bumped into Sticks getting off on the wrong floor, forgetting what side of the building he was on. This clearly has been going on for a long time, Elias thought to himself. “Cool, um… just get plenty of rest,” Elias said lamely. “Oh, I will… I’ve just got to work on my back stroke,” Sticks chuckled, before pressing the button for his floor. “Have a good one, Major!” Elias felt a blush spread across his face as he walked back to the room and went over to his room in the suite, hearing the soft sound of Lockjaw snoring coming from his partially open door. That night, Elias jacked off furiously several times, replaying the scene in his head, until finally drifting off to sleep in the sperm-covered sheets. —- The present… “Yes fucking way…” Elias replied to Tex. “Just don’t say anything…” “No man… look…” Tex said, pointing up at the metal security door that led from the roof top to the main stairwell of the building. Elias’ mind briefly went back to what he had read in the briefing. The exterior door was a steel door, rated for 2.5 hours of fire protection. The strongest they make. Elias walked over and slowly ran his hand along the door, pushing in the center on the off chance that maybe the door was just really weak. It didn’t budge when he pressed hard. Which made whatever had slammed hard into the door… strong. The center of the door bowed out, like someone had repeatedly slammed a sledge hammer into the center in a desperate attempt to get out or escape something inside the building. Somehow, the door had withstood the onslaught. “What in the fuck…” Elias said, unable to contain his disbelief.

Been away all week on a business trip and it was just one thing after another.... ran out of playtime. So when I woke up this morning, I was horny as fuck. My regular FWB came over and told me HE was horny as fuck too. I ate his ass, played with some toys in his hole and sucked his balls and swallowed his cock. He almost came when I massaged his prostate with my finger while deep throating his cock and milking his cock with my throat. He pushed me into the sling. I spread my legs wait and watched him lube up his cock, then my hole and that awesome feeling of a warm cock opening your asslips apart. That hard head pushing in through the first, then second ring. Insistent. Picking up speed. He moaned that he needed to breed me and he would give me a second load in a bit. And I felt that wet warmth as he filled my guts up with his hot seed. He just moaned and churned it up. I could feel the slickness of my asshole and ass lips. I asked him to stretch my hole. He sat on the chair, face at my hole level and he started to work his fingers in and out slowly. Then worked up another finger, then another, until he had all 5 slowly stretching my dripping hole. He wiggled his fingers a little and my hole just opened up and sucked his hand inside. I groaned. He groaned. And then he start slow fucking me with his cum and my ass juices. He worked his fist in and to the edge. Then in the second hole, tickled my guts and slowly pulled all the way outside. I could feel my ass stretching easier and easier as he pumped in and out. Different depths each time. Then he pushed up inside my guts and massaged my prostate from the OTHER side and I just starting leaking cum all over the place from my cock head. It was like a lightning bolt inside of me. I came at least twice as he pumped my hole. Then he pulled out. Before I could register the emptiness of my hole, he slid his cock back into my gape. And he wrapped two fingers around his cockhead. He pushed his fingers and cock in/out of my dripping ass and I just kept dripping cum slowly from my cock. He reached down and swiped some cum off my head and fed it to me. Made me lick his fingers clean. The taste was intoxicating. Cum and ass juice. Amazing. He was able to stuff that cock up my stretched out hole. Nice and deep. I squeezed and milked his cockhead the entire time. He told me to squeeze hard, then really started to pound me. Within a minute, he gave me that second load he had promised. Balls deep. Way up inside of me. He reached over beside the sling and took a big fat butt plug and slid it slowly into my ass and stood up. Amazing session.

Exactly the best part of xtube and the other sites was watching real pigs getting off and then sharing with each other. No gittery zoom ins and outs, just a phone cam and hot sleazy action. I refuse to watch professional porn where the pretty boys look like brothers and have no chemistry. Oh look Zander seduces Alex in multiple camera angles and perfect lighting. Then you scroll down and see hundreds of other vids all exactly the same. Bring on the spy cam on the bookshelf, the webcast that someone recorded, or the perverts back from the club who want to experiment with exhibition and "somehow" the vid gets uploaded after they break up. Hidden cams in the backpack as a pig waits on the trail to get fucked anyone who's on the trail. I want dirty lusty fun, not sterile hotel, fake moaning sex of shaved boys that can't fuck to save there life. Dom masters initiating a new boy to his stable where he has to be breed in to the family. Perhaps we as a community need to create a repository of quality amateur porn for us to enjoy for years to come.

Think of a dick as a straw. And imagine you're drinking a very tasty thick milkshake through that straw. Suck then gulp each sip down.

My Boy, Drew lives with me so I don’t have to masturbate and it’s unusual for me to go 24 hours without cumming. Drew was away visiting his bio dad and was away for 12 days. I didn’t cum in all that time so my balls were aching to unload when he got back. I was waiting for him naked and hard as fuck. The minute he got through the door I put him on his knees and fucked his mouth. I was so horny I came in about 2 minutes. I shot so much sperm and he didn’t swallow quickly enough so my load poured out his mouth over his stubble. He looked so fucking hot with his beard covered with my seed.

I like to let my balls fill up so they’re heavy and full. I don’t jerk off anymore, except to edge and help build up a massive load. I then find a hot bottom who can get me off and take my load. Recently built up a 14 day load, met an NZ stud visiting and I bred him good. It felt like I squirted 14 times as I pumped cum deep inside his sexy ass.

I once met an older guy who asked if I wanted something different, after some discussion, it turned out he had arranged to meet me for some possible fun but really with the intention of introducing me to his son who was just of legal age, it turned out that Dad liked younger guys and his son liked older guys, so Dad would meet men and introduce him to his son and vice versa, although the Dad watched from the doorway, he would not come into the room whilst I had his son. What added to the kinkyness of this situation was that the guys wife and daughter where away for the day.

My last fists given were at the monthly Fist Forward party at Steamworks. I always tag a few guys here, and since I'm too tight to receive any fists, I have no shortage of action. My favourite guy of this past time - which happened to be Pride weekend - was a skinhead buddy I've got sloppy with a few times. He and I have a lot of the same kinks, and this was one we hadn't done yet. He likes the stretch part of the fisting, not so much the depth. Regertably for him, I'm a depth pig. So I push him hard, and while he complains that he doesn't like to go deep, he also admits that it's fucking hot. I give him some quick in-and-out action (his fave), and gently try to push him to go deeper. I'm thinking he might also be a depth pig because I've seen no evidence of a rosebud or anything. Just a straight (or gay) tunnel. It's fun to push his limits. Now, get him in a pool of gunge and let me fist him with THAT. We'd be in pig heaven.

I sat on the sofa and took the blonde’s dick down my throat as uncle positioned himself behind the young stud. As I gorged myself on the tan muscle boy cock my uncle began to move his giant dick-stained meat up and down the young stud’s crack and then slowly worked it into his spit lubed hole. My uncle pushed the jock’s head down while pulling his ass closer in and deeper down his shaft. As he did, I stood up, and the power-fuck began. As he squirmed in delight, with the man cock in his hole, the stud continued to suck my cock. This spit-roast continued unabated until sweaty hot, it was time for another shot of whiskey and poppers. I pulled from his mouth and stumbled into the kitchen to down some whiskey and snort more poppers. Now flying, returning I noticed the wrestler now sitting on the sofa. His lustful glance insisted that I was now to be the pig. I bent over and again began to suck that wrestler cock which was now dripping warm precum, my tongue lapping up every salty drip. As I did I felt against my hole the lubed shaft of raw meat. I slowly swallowed the blonde stud cock and allowed my hole to open wide. Though the initial pain caused me to gasp, I loosened to receive balls deep that monster man cock I had lusted for. My stud uncle grabbed my hips and began to work my hole, first slowly, rocking side to side and back and forth, and then furiously. He knew exactly how to pile drive without letting you cum. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass rang in my ears. First clearly, then after my hole loosened up, the sound of a sloppy fuck. Needing to recharge, as my uncle pulled out of my hole, the blonde stud pulled out of my throat and they exited for the kitchen, whiskey and poppers.

The other week during a storm in the south of the UK. A regular guy came round and I don't know if it was just the vibe or the rain outside but it was amazing! I came a bunch of time while caged from just him working over my hole for a few hours, by the end I could barely string a sentence together I was so physically drained.

That is such a waste!! Semen belongs deep inside a tight asshole or down a throat! I will never understand why someone would willingly spit a load of spunk on the ground. That is a gift for all your hard work. It is a reward that should be cherished. I am always honoured when I receive a hot load deep in my bowels. I can recall only a single time when a guy asked me if he should pull out. I grabbed his hips and begged him to flood me! He obliged and I carried his load for two days inside me.

As they were trading places I began my protest. “No fucking way Fred. You know I don’t want this! Fuuuccckkkkkk!!!” He was already plunging his toxic raw tool into my hole. The other’s had stretched and lubricated it but his member, especially when fully hard, was much bigger than any of theirs. “God, I knew your hole would feel fantastic on my raw cock. And of course you want it. You told the last guy you wanted it, you told him to breed you.” “You fucking ass Fred! You know this is different, and you know I don’t want what you have.” I continued to protest. My mouth protested, my body and ass participated. Then my mouth stopped talking and started participating cleaning the cum covered cock presented to it. The mixture of three guys cum was tainted with the slight copper hint of my blood. They may not have been as big as Fred, but clearly, they had done some damage. Cock cleaned and taste enthusiastically enjoyed my mouth was free again. “Ok Fred, you’ve had your fun. And yes, before you ask, yes, you give an amazing fuck! your cock feels fantastic … oh …. fuck … you keep hitting my prostrate. Talk about pain mixed with pleasure. … oh yeah ,,, fuuccckkkk. But much as I love this you’ve got to stop ….oh fuck yeah … that’s it right there … oh yeah … right there.” “I’m confused, one moment you say stop but then you encourage me to pound away. Which is it?” Fred wondered. “Keep fucking me … oh yeah … just like that … fuuucccckkkk!!! But don’t cum in me.” “You let those other guys breed you and I didn’t hear you ask them any questions.” He never missed a beat as he spoke. “Fuuuccckkk mmeeee Fred … oh yeah, don’t stop, … oh fuuccckkk yeah!” “I’m getting close” he warned. “Don’t cum …. And for God’s sake don’t stop ….” “I can’t hold off any longer” He wasn’t even trying. “Keep fucking me, but don’t breed me. Fuck NO FRED, I SAID NO!” He was pushed deep into me unloading like a fire hose. “Why did you do that? I told you, I begged you not to cum in me. Holy fuck man, what have you done?” He planted a big sloopy kiss on my lips and pulling off to say; “I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long. Thanks bud.” “You are most certainly not welcome. Well, I mean thanks for the fuck, It was amazing. But you knew I didn’t want your cum!” By now I had forgotten we had an audience. That was until a big hairy bear walked up and presented his massive thick cock to my mouth. I was busy trying to manage the thing stretching my jaw and the argument with Fred had gone out the window. The crowd took hold of me, creating a human sling they directed my ass to the bear’s huge erection. Now, we all see those guys in bars that we want to have sex with so badly we’d give them a month of our wages for one night. This bear was my guy. I’d seen him behind the bar when we first arrived. Shirtless, dark tan, gorilla hair over his chest shoulder’s, back and arms. Thick beard and deep smiling brown eyes. Every inch of his massive being was drawing me in. He made sure he had my full attention and slowly motioned down to a dark tattoo almost hiding in the only closely cropped hair on his body. His bush. I could hardly make it out as he seemed to trace it, slowly it emerged and came into focus. It was a biohazard, poised right there above his massive toxic bat. Drawing my eyes back to his the squint asked without the need of a word if I understood. I cautiously and slowly nodded my head once. With one hand he used fore finger and thumb to make a hole, With the other he poked his fore finger through the hole a symbol I took for fucking. Again, his eyes were seeking permission. I slowly nodded. He motioned again to the tattoo. This was my chance to stop this insanity. I mirrored his hand signal with my two hands, pumping in and out a few times before plunging in deep and tightly grasping hold of the penetrating finger. It was now his turn to nod his head to indicate complete understanding. His raw cock head began to kiss my dripping hole. He leaned forward and we kissed passionately, mouth to mouth. His thick mushroom cock head breached my outer ring and I screamed with pain. He held steady until he could feel me pushing onto him with my ass. 2 inches, 3 , inches, a few deep breaths, 8 inches, 9 inches (my inner thought’s ‘holy fuck!”) 11 inches, 11.5, 11.75 (‘holy shit’) Finally it was all the way in, 12 inches, bottomed out and impaled inside me. The human sling, he and I all worked in perfect synchronicity to provide me the deepest wildest fuck I had ever received before. After a couple minutes of this heavenly treatment, I finally heard his deep base voice. “Are you already poz or on Prep boy?” (at sixty I love being called boy by my rugged top no mater what his age.) My voice was feeble, “Neither. I’m negative, and I’m not on any protection.” “But you know what my tattoo is about, and you motioned for me not to pull out. You know I’m going to knock you up? Right boy?” Me even more feeble; “Awe. Yeah … I guess so?” Bear to the human sling guys, “What do you guys think? Do I knock this guy up, right hear, right now?” They broke into a cheer and chant, “Breed him, knock him up! Breed him, poz his ass!” The bear was holding my face so I was looking him straight in the eye, he was demanding I answer. Quietly I almost whispered “OK”, his eyes demanded I expand on what I meant, “OK, cum in me.” I used a normal volume. His eyes glared at me, if smiling eyes can glare, and I knew I had to shout, “Oh Fuckin breed my negative ass already! Knock me up, give me every drop of your toxic seaman.” I had no sooner finished and he was buried deep inside me convulsing toxic spew up my ass like there was no tomorrow. Blast after blast coated my permeable gut walls.

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Gloryhole cocksucker is my favorite activity but I’ll suck cock anywhere in the club!

Normally I don’t comment on oral. It isn’t really sex it’s more like a hand shake. Anyway…I just sucked a guy off that had a nice cock in the park. He came big and of course I thanked him for the gift. He said it was just as good as last time. I said…I have played with you before? And he said I fucked you about a year ago here. I honestly don’t remember it. I told him he could have bred me this time. He said he didn’t have time today. I thought to my self…it would take him longer to breed me?? Then I started to over think it and thought that maybe it was because my cunt was sloppy and it would take him longer to nut. I’m probably over thinking it. P.s while I was typing this I just went and sucked off another guy in his car. It’s a good day so far.

Exactly the way I was taught with my ex of 13.5 years. He decided who fucked and bred me and when, I got two days a month to run amok and get fucked and bred by whoever. I was taught never to touch myself while getting fucked (I was always caged for gangbangs) and my ex would often wank me off before a sex party and used my cum as lube for the first cock entering me. It taught me to focus on nothing else but my tops' needs.

I spent the rest of the day only half paying attention to any of the conference. Went to the speakers and did the usual small talk crap. I kept thinking back to that morning when Mark’s cock throbbed and flooded my hole with his cum. My ass still throbbed now and then and twitched at the idea of what he might have in store for me. Every time I thought of his statement my cock chubbed up. I figured I would use the lunch break to sneak up to my room at take a rest and make sure I hadn’t leaked through my suit. As I was crossing the lobby to the bank of elevators I saw Mark coming in from outside head the same way. The doors opened and I went in quickly hoping to not have to ride up with him. Just when I thought I was another person stepped in pausing the doors from closing and Mark and the stranger joined me. I turned and faced forward with Mark to my side and the stranger in front of us talking loudly into their phone about some random topic. Stranger got off on 3 and we were left alone. As soon as the doors closed Mark turn to me and, grabs my chin and stares in my eyes and orders me to strip and get on all four on my bed once we get to the rooms. As soon as he touched me my cock got rock hard and my knees went weak. How could he have such power over me in so short a time. We walked to our separate doors and went in. As soon as my door closed I started ripping off my suit and tie. I couldn’t get the clothes off fast enough wanting to have that thick uncut cock in me again, I was on all fours and waiting when I heard the door open and felt him approach. A bottle of poppers was thrown near my head and I grabbed them willingly and started taking a hit as I felt his hard cock pushing against my hole. Before I exhaled He grabbed my hips and thrust into me in one go. Taking my breath away he started slamming into my hole. Fuck he felt so good in my ass. His jack hammer pace and the waiting all day had the effect of making me into a slut. Slamming my ass back on his cock. I could feel his sweat dripping on me and his thrust were coming more erratic. Suddenly I felt my own cock responding and my ass hole twitched and clench as my load shot out onto the bed bellow me just as I felt his cock spasming in my ass dropping what felt like a huge load. Just then I heard Mark say “Wow you are a fucking slut waiting to be bred aren’t you” Except his voice was coming from the communicating doors not from behind me……

I got fisted first time by a very nice master. Served him. Licked his shoes, sucked his cock, got fucked by him. He gave me some x, was a first time for me. Then he slowly worked his way in. Very hot to feel his fist slide in for the first time. Very good memories about this time. I must be around 25 I d say. Few years later I fisted an other guy for the first time as a top. Love the feeling to slide in a warm hole, feels so good to be inside. Versa ff since.

They have been friends, for many years although any current zionist politician would agree. Golda Meier, in an interview said, "I was born a Palestinian. The only reason I am now Jewish is because Israel became a country which I live in". If required I am can repost her interview. Many other Jewish Rabbis & scholars have spoken of those days when at Festival times, the young Jewish & Palestinian children would be cared for by the party not in festival mode. As dogs & cats can live peacefully for years in households so too will the local Jew & Palestinian. This hate & mistrust can be broken but it will take many cool heads & young children sharing sweets & playing together before peace can truly be brought to the Levant.

I was 8 when my 13 year old friend use to feed me after church on Sunday

Good man. Horny Aussie dads need their arses fucked and bred too.

@NudistBBBLK - I'll back you up on educating married or straight guys regarding BB sex. It's been my experience that they are well aware of the dangers involved, even if you are undetectable. Depending on what site I met them on, most expect you to have condoms or bring them with them. One of my favorite repeats initially started out with me blowing him, but once he became comfortable he wanted to fuck. I actually had to put the condom on his dick, he had never used one in his married life. Again, I agree with you on Barebackrt, it is useless in some rural areas. Many married guys have never heard of that site, yet everyone knows Grindr. I have made the decision if the guy is hot, and I really want to have sex with him, that little piece of plastic he wants to wear is not going to deter me. Why pass up an opportunity to have sex with an incredibly attractive man who is equally as eager to get naked with you? I have had some of the best sex with these guys and that condom didn't matter. I stopped trying to educate them because frankly, I respect the fact they want to be as safe as possible and I don't want to have them walk out the door.

I have a slightly different take. A bottom is either a cumslut or a cockslut. A cockslut needs to be penetrated; he gets off on having a cock in his ass. A cumslut needs to be bred; he gets off on having cum in his ass. Every bottom is a mix of cumslut and cockslut, and it can change from session to session, but you can get a feel for whether you're fucking a cockslut or a cumslut. They do need to get fucked differently. Cocksluts care more about size; cumsluts care about raw number of loads. Cumsluts need it faster and cocksluts need it longer. My version fits with the more common definition. A cumslut is a man driven by the desire to be inseminated. I'm just balancing that with his desire to be penetrated.

My son sucked my cock this morning. Faggots are the BEST cocksuckers and my boy has more experience than most.

I'm #7, #1, and #6 because it's how breeders want to use my cunt most often, I think because it makes me most vulnerable to their dick, controllable, and submissive to their will.

Part 2 - Shadows In The Mist Ethan's confidence was growing so he loosened the grip on his towel and lowered it slightly daring to be adventurous. Another wave of steam hit him as he began to really enjoy the heat of dampness of the steam room, the thought of sex diminished as drifted in to his own world soaking up the heat. He knew there was a couple of guys lurking in the dim denseness of the mist but so far they appeared to be keeping their distance. A blast of cold air hit Ethan signalling the door has been opened again as he watched a tall silhouette take a seat on the same bench he was on. It was the strangest feeling Ethan had ever had, he could not feel or see but sensed the presence of another body very close to him. The silence broken by the hissing of the steam vent added to the strangeness of the environment. Another cool blast of air and another body took position to the right of him on the bench, he felt a little uneasy and moved his towel over his groin area again. The reality of why he had come here was all to real with the two bodies sat either side of him, his cock twitched with an anticipated excitement but he was more than happy to just be here next to the naked bodies. The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of his limited field of vision followed by the swirling dense mist in their wake, some paused to look but soon disappeared from view. Ethan sat still he had no idea what he was suppose to do, for him it was a hidden embarrassment, he thought this was a stupid idea and maybe he should try it on with Adam first, but no, that was to close to home for comfort and he could get found out. The last thing he wanted was this being all round college and getting back to his parents. Ethan relaxed and rested his head back closing his eyes. Angelo stepped in to the steam room and stood for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the low light and mist, he wandered through and spied the blond hair and pretty handsomeness of the young boy as he sat down a couple of meters away from him. Close but far enough away to be shielded by the mist from his view. He had never seen him here before and knew this must be the guy Brad had spoken about when he arrived. Angelo shuffled a little closer and could make out some of his looks, he looked younger than 18 quite the reverse of some who looked older for their age. Closer he moved, noticing the young guy had his eyes closed Angelo raised his hand and touched the young body. Ethan let out a short gasp as a felt the strange hand running down his chest in a carefully low choreographed movement. He opened his eyes to see the shape of the man was now visible, he snatched a sideways glance and noticed he was of Latin descent. Ethan could see that the arm was heavily tattooed and very well defined with hard biceps covered by soft looking skin, he daren't move as the hand continued to caress his chest and abdomen, this was the first time a man had touched his body in such an erotic way. Initially he thought at best he would end up with a much older man or a guy his age, but judging by the muscled arm he thought this was aiming high. His cock was hard as rock as a whole new feeling of sensations rippled through every part of his body, he didn't know if he should return the stroking of the man's chest or kiss him. For the moment his body was in an encapsulated desire with every nerve ending tingling from the man touching his body. Angelo ran his hand up and down the chest of the guy sat next to him, he did not look at him but stared straight ahead with a slightly rigid pose, Angelo smiled to himself as he could sense the young guy was obviously very inexperienced and this would make for an easy picking. Today is turning out better than he ever hoped Angelo thought to himself continuing the caressing of the young chest, he admired how naturally defined he felt and looked, this was a guy he had not fucked before and a new experience beckoned. Angelo moved his hand upwards caressing Ethan's neck and place his hand around the back of his neck as he shuffled closer. Angelo pulled Ethan's head towards his, there was a little resistance at first. Ethan's pulled back slightly at his head being guided towards the man but the gentle coaxing was having the desired affect as he slowly allowed the stranger to pull him close until he came face to face with Angelo. Ethan gulped at the stunning face before him, the striking chiselled features and sexy Latin look was more than he ever dreamed of, he judged that he must be in his mid twenties. He exuded an air of confidence, Ethan had to blink several times to ensure he was not imaging him. Angelo's hand pulled him closer and closer, Ethan could now feel the breath of the guy on his face. Angelo admired him for a moment and realised that the young lad was looking back at him clearly captivated. Angelo leaned forward until his mouth was within touching distance of Ethan's, the soft touch of Angelo's lips landed on Ethan's in a very tender kiss. Ethan still had his mouth closed and Angelo suspecting the naivete slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the young guys lips, moistening them with his saliva. Ethan parted his lips slowly and he felt the tongue probing deeper between his lips, becoming more receptive to the advances Ethan's mouth opened allowing Angelo's tongue to slip inside and his lips to close in and lock against his own. The tongue savoured and gently explored his mouth as Ethan moaned and delighted in his first kiss. It was the most intimate 30 seconds Ethan had ever encountered, Angelo pulled away leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. Ethan looked him in the eye with abandonment, Angelo smiled as he looked in to the striking blue eyes and stroked the side of his face before his mouth sought Ethan's again, this time with more purpose and intensity. A natural instinct took over Ethan who now licked at the foreign tongue in his mouth as he began to kiss Angelo back. Ethan moaned again and raised his hand stroking Angelo's arm, deliberately feeling the muscled biceps and soft smooth skin that coated them. Angelo only to aware of how responsive the young lad had become enjoyed kissing him for several minutes. Ethan's body felt strange through the new sensations he was feeling. Angelo moved closer and his left hand reached around Ethan's waist pulling and gesturing for him to sit across his lap, Ethan only to happy to oblige the direction he was being given, his body twisted and right leg moved over Angelo's powerful legs until he sat straddled across his lap. His towel had fallen away as he sat on the lap of this man both of them naked, their cocks jostling for position but Ethan could feel his own cock was smaller in girth and length and was loosing the battle. Angelo forced his tongue deeper in to Ethan's mouth and then pulled away leaving the young guy deserted. Ethan looked directly in to the eyes of Angelo, he really could not believe his luck. They did not speak a word between them, Angelo now had both his arms around the back of Ethan, his slowly and gently caressing and stroking his back. Ethan leaned back enjoying the touch of this man but also to look at those strong tattooed arms enveloping his body. Angelo pulled Ethan forward and their lips locked together again quickly followed by Angelo's tongue as he resumed exploring Ethan's mouth. Angelo pulled Ethan up and as he sat back down his felt sheer hardness of the cock being forced between his ass cheeks. Ethan's ass began rubbing up against this man's sex, he had no idea where that came from, it just seemed to him to be the right thing to do. The shuffling caught Ethan's ear as he saw bodies moving in to view getting a closer look at the action that was happening. Angelo's rock hard erection nestled between Ethan's ass cheeks, his back held firmly by Angelo's arm was now pressing his own chest hard up against Angelo's. His other hand began caressing Ethan's buttocks and moving gently across until he slipped one finger down between the cheeks seeking the young tight hole where it circled gently around the edge. Ethan nearly giggled but for the mouth full of tongue he was dealing with as well. The finger made concentric circles with more and more pressure being applied the circles got gradually smaller until it coaxed Ethan's hole open and it slipped inside. Ethan's eyes snapped open startled at the pain of the intrusion, he tried to protest but Angelo only kissed him deeper holding his finger inside until the pain started to subside and he relaxed. Ethan didn't know if he was fond of this movement, but he found that his body was literally immobilised being held tightly against this muscled chest and abdomen, he clasped his hands around Angelo's neck and responded to the kissing as his hole was being explored. A new arm began to caress Ethan's neck and shoulder, Angelo pulled his finger out quickly causing Ethan's body to tense, he abruptly grabbed the arm painfully as he heard the man wince in pain as it was pushed away only to disappear back in to the dense steam. With his free arm Angelo rubbed his hand around Ethan's back causing a pool of sweat that he guided towards his boys ass, Ethan gasped and moaned as this time he felt two fingers pushing in to his ass and manipulating the sweat in to his hole. He arched his back at the discomfort, the sweat from their bodies mingled and mixed together covering them both, in a vain attempt Ethan tried to moderate the invasion by gripping Angelo's arm. The sweat made it impossible to get a firm enough grip, he gasped as the fingers dived deeper in his hole, Ethan flung his arms around the back of Angelo's neck and he moaned in pain. At some point he began to kiss and lightly bite the neck of Angelo, Ethan moved his head upwards towards Angelo's chin until their mouth's sought each other, the passion between them building in their bodies. Ethan was seduced and sealing his own fate, he wasn't sure if it was the attractiveness of the guy or the fact he couldn't break free from the strong grip Angelo had on his body but he was loving it. Angelo had control over him and sporadically he would tighten the bicep of his arm holding Ethan's back in position, it was a controlling but comforting and sometimes slightly painful feeling, Ethan being drawn ever more in knew he was in the safe hands of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement. Angelo would withdraw his fingers from the tight hole giving Ethan an immense sensation release, but which also left him yearning for the moment they would slip back inside him. His body slowly adjusting and beginning to enjoy the experience until Angelo pulled his fingers out sharply, breaking the kiss he spat in to his hand, resumed kissing and began to mix the saliva with the precum on his cock that was now poised for action. It was like an out of body experience as Ethan felt himself rising and looking in to the eyes of Angelo. Suddenly he gasped and let you a puppy like yelp as the searing pain shot through his arse and lower back, Angelo pushed the head of his cock hard in to his boy, Ethan wriggled to escape from the pain but the arm around his back remained firmly clamped down preventing him from forcing a withdrawal. The tears from the corner of Ethan's eyes mixed with the sweat, his body in agony from the burning pain. Ethan realised that there was only one way his body was going and that was down on this cock, he was forced to bury his head in to Angelo's neck as his moans mixed with cries and whimpering. Ethan had no concept of how much cock with now in his ass, all he did know was that his virginity and body where forever parting company. Angelo reached behind Ethan's neck with his free arm forcing Ethan's body downwards to take more of his cock, Ethan overwhelmed by pain tried to forcibly raise himself off Angelo's cock exclaiming 'No' loudly, but the look in his eyes told a different story. Angelo looked him in eye and continued pushing Ethan's body down as more of his cock tore it's way in to his young body, Ethan gasped loudly several times in pain but did not protest, there was no getting out of this predicament so easily. The cries from his pain brought the lurking bodies out of the steam as they stood and watched, many of them not realising they were seeing the virgin boy being transformed right in front of their eyes. Ethan let out one last hoarse cry as his ass came to rest on Angelo's lap, he was now holding 8 inches of pure sex inside his body. The pain remained as a reminder and Ethan raised his head and without any second thought he kissed Angelo, they shared an incredibly sensual kiss and Ethan's body began to slowly rock back and forth with small gesturing rise and fall. Every down motion still fired off sharp spasms of pain through his ass, but he was being overtaken by a more intense pleasure of joy and happiness. They kissed until Ethan felt Angelo's free arm wrap around his body, a sudden jerk of the arms as they tightened forced him to expel what air he had in his lungs in to Angelo's mouth, the biceps flexed hard and squeezed Ethan's back tight up against Angelo's chest. Angelo had fucked many a man, some to overly responsive who just wanted to push down hard on his cock whilst the others grimaced in pain through the experience. But he watched Ethan carefully as he pushed and forced him down on his cock. At Ethan's last cry his head rolled forward and Angelo was unprepared for Ethan to kiss him, it wasn't like any other kiss, this was a deep and meaningful kiss which Angelo felt. As Ethan rocked on his cock gently Angelo began to feel his orgasm building, no one had ever made him rise to orgasm within minutes. Angelo jerked and tightened his arms around the young lad's body crushing his chest tight up against his own to stop his movements, Ethan let out a small cry as the air was forced out of his lungs. Ethan's movement on Angelo's cock became tiny and not very noticeable, those arms crushing his body sent pure waves of delight around his body, something he remembered when wrestling at school. Ethan felt the cock inside him harden even more and swell and he buried his head in Angelo's neck. Angelo pushed his hips up hard as if he was trying to split Ethan in half. Ethan groaned as suddenly he felt a torrent of warmth flowing in to his ass as the first wave of Angelo's orgasm fired it's toxic load deep inside coating every surface as though it was on a mission. Ethan tried to catch his breath but the powerful arms squeezing him tight prevented him from pulling much needed air in to his lungs, he could feel the rapid succession of pulses in the cock releasing stream after stream of seed flooding his body. Ethan could only gasp as he buried his head harder in to Angelo's neck, still striving to gulp air in but he could only manage the short gasps as the arms held firm around his body. Ethan felt the twitching cock inside his body as it delivered the last few drops of seed, he was light headed from lack of air and heat in the steam room. The arms eased from around his back at last he was able to fill his lungs with much needed air, as he regained his posture Ethan looked down to find that he had also ejaculated without touching or realising that he had. His head still buzzing from the mixture of the heat and excitement of what just happened Ethan closed his eyes, he felt Angelo close in and kiss him lovingly as a reward for a job well done, his ass remained firmly impaled on Angelo's cock providing no escape route for the toxic seed forcing Ethan to hold it in his body. Ethan became aware of the several grunts and groans of the audience as they finished masturbating watching the show before them. Slowly the crowd dispersed, the cool air hitting their bodies indicating the door had been opened as they left the steam room, Angelo noticed some of the men still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, they were waiting for him to release his victim. Angelo was not done with this boy yet, he broke away from the kiss wrapping his arms tightly around the young body again forcing Ethan's head to bury in his neck again as he pushed his hips up. Ethan involuntarily winced as the pain ran through his arse, Angelo was clearly indicating he was ready to fuck him again. Ethan clasped his hands around the neck and shoulders responding to Angelo, his ass was sore, if not completely on fire with pain but he knew trying to stop it would be futile. Ethan quickly learnt to rock his hips in a mix of movements as Angelo's cock speared deeper in to his ass. Sweat ran down both of their bodies making it difficult for them to keep hold of each other, Ethan moved his face towards Angelo's waiting mouth, their lips parted as they kissed like lovers. Every downward motion Ethan made was greeted by an upward thrust from Angelo, each time he hit bottom he moaned loudly in to Angelo's mouth. He felt the arms tighten sharply around his body, he knew what was coming. Their kiss broke and Ethan found himself staring deep in to Angelo's eyes as he prepared to breed the boy again. His muscles flexed fully and the grip tightened around Ethan's body again, the air escaping from his lungs, his chest being crushed harder than before up against Angelo's own. Ethan attempted to arch his back to relieve the pressure but the arms simply constricted harder bringing him back to Angelo. Ethan found he could no longer expand his chest to draw breath as his arse was forced down harder on his cock. Angelo let out a low long moan and his cock pulsed against Ethan's anal wall, Ethan grasped around Angelo's neck as he muttered 'Fuck' before another torrent of seed began entering his body. His body collapsed against Angelo whilst he was held tightly, for a moment time seemed to slow down as he could feel every pulse from the cock in his ass, he felt his own heart beating as it pounded against Angelo's chest. The grip around his body loosened and Ethan coughed as he drew breath shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, he panted heavily against Angelo's neck. Ethan regained some composure and sat confused and dazed for a moment, never in his imagination did he think his first time would be so painful and yet a powerful force took over his body to want this more than anything. His senses gradually returning to normal and Ethan knew his body had taken enough. He leant forward looking at the striking face of the young man and kissed him on the lips. Slowly he tried to stand and lift his ass of the cock, emitting a slight cry of discomfort at the now softening cock beginning it's exit. One thing they didn't show in the porn videos was how challenging it was getting off the cock as it was going in. Angelo released his hold from around Ethan's back as he stood, his legs visibly unsteady so Angelo stood with him holding him up, he escorted him out of the steam room towards the showers to cool off. Angelo stood behind Ethan propping him up as he enjoyed the cool water pouring over his head and body, feeling refreshed and sort of back to normal Angelo went under the shower head next to him and began to clean himself up. Ethan turned and looked over at him, this was the first time he had the opportunity to really see the young man. The body sculptured to within an inch of perfection and those beautifully muscled and tattooed arms really did it for Ethan. But it was the face and those eyes that dazzled a sparkling light brown in a very captivating way. Angelo stared back at the young attractive guy pondering if he was actually old enough to be there but he knew Brad would have done his job properly. It took a moment for Ethan to realise that he was staring back him and he blushed slightly, Angelo cupped his face and brushed his lips against Ethan's before kissing him deeply. Amazingly they still had not spoken a word, Angelo guided him out of the showers and retrieved their towels, Ethan wrapped his around his waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax. Ethan opened his eyes realising he must have dozed off and looked around but the young man was no where to be seen. A few older men were walking up and down obviously assessing the situation and rubbing their cocks under their towels as they passed by Ethan smiling. He felt uneasy at the attention he was drawing and made a beeline to the stairs to get out of their way, the last thing he needed now was sex since his ass was sore beyond belief. Ethan walked through the lounge area to the bar where Brad stood smiling. "Hello pretty boy, did you have fun?" he asked with a wide smile. Ethan looked with some annoyance at Brad and somewhat sharply asked "What's so funny?" Brad patted Ethan's hand "Nothing just asking if you had fun down there." Ethan turned to look around to see if the young man was there "Not sure I should have come here" Brad almost felt sorry for him. "Need your key?" "Yes please" Ethan answered. Brad handed him his key "Take your time baby." Ethan found Brad to be a little overbearing but kind of nice "Thank you" he replied as he turned to leave. Ethan entered the locker room and saw one other guy busy in his locker, he opened his own and pulled out his underwear and pushed the door slightly closed just as the other man moved in to his field of vision revealing his back. Ethan gulped at the tattoo painted dead square in the middle, it was an Angel with it's head bowed looking down, the hands were held open in the offering position, his eyes opened wider as each hand was offering a biohazard symbol. He was not so stupid and knew what the biohazard represented, he was so fixed on the tattoo he never thought to look at who it actually was. The man turned around and he opened his mouth coming face to face with the young Latin guy who just took his virginity, Angelo looked at him and smiled. Fear froze Ethan to the spot when he realised what had just happened, a poz guy had just cum in his ass twice and it was still inside him. Ethan darted in to the toilet cubicle locking the door behind him, he banged his head against the tiled wall quietly repeating the word fuck several times. Removing the towel he sat down on the toilet and did his best to expel the cum, every time he tried his arse burned in pain but nothing was coming out, he grabbed some toilet tissue and gently wiped his ass. On inspecting he saw only patches of red, he stayed sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands for several more minutes. He was beside himself with anger at how someone could do such a thing, but maybe he was to blame for not insisting on safe sex and just allowed him to fuck without any protest. Angelo shook his head as he finished dressing, he went to bar and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note. The toilet door was still locked so Angelo slipped the note in the locker, he wasn't totally sure why he did it as it was a long shot but something in his heart told him to break with his own rules.

Part 18 - The Big Day Thursday night, Mark sent a text message to Joe “Aaron’s appt at 10:30. Can u be there 10:15?” Joe responded “ok.” Joe, Kyle and Steven drove over to the clinic and checked in. Joe looked around and there was no sign of Dennis. Or Aaron. Worried, Joe sent a message to Dennis asking where he was and got a response “Be there in 5.” Aaron and Dennis walked in the door together and Dennis led Aaron to a seat next to Joe. “What do we have here? Did you use all your charms on him Dennis?” Joe asked. Aaron blushed and looked down at the floor. “Nothing happened. He looked pretty scared when I saw him on Wednesday and figured he needed someone to talk to. We talked on the phone yesterday and we’ve been over at the diner talking for a couple hours just now” Dennis explained and then turned to Aaron and said “If you have an appointment, you better check in.” “We all should” said Kyle. The guys all went up to the receptionists desk and waited. The receptionist looked up and Aaron said “I have a 10:30 appointment. “ Douglas looked up with a smile and said “Oh good, you came back. A lot of guys get too nervous and don’t show up for the followup. It will be a few minutes, so have a seat and the nurse will call you.” One by one the other guys got checked in, each flirting with Douglas but getting nowhere with him. They sat down together and chatted about everything but the test, trying to keep Aaron from breaking down. The nurse came out of the door and asked for Joe. Kyle squeezed Joe’s leg and Joe got up and went into the exam area and was shown the same room as Wednesday. The nurse checked his temperature, weight and blood pressure and said “Have a seat, the doctor will be here in a few minutes.” Joe sat looking at the walls, reading the poster encouraging him to have safe sex, another wanting him to test often because some STDs can be silent killers, and another that showed a cutaway of a guys cock, balls and colon. He liked the last one the best, thinking about the nice fat, hung cock. There was a knock at the door and the doctor from Wednesday came in and sat down on the stool with a folder in his hand. “Hi Joe. We have the test results. Before I give them to you, I want you to know that we are here to help you both physically and mentally. Not just today, but for as long as you need it” the doctor said in a somber tone. Joe had heard this part in the past, it was nothing new. Opening up the folder the doctor said “Joe, you have tested positive for HIV and gonorrhea. There’s nothing to worry too much about. We can treat both of them and you can lead a normal active life.” Joe looked at the doctor, stunned. He had wanted to hear these words for a long time, but was still shocked when it really happened. “Uh, ok” was all he said. “We will treat the gonorrhea right away, it’s just an antibiotic and it will be cured quickly. HIV doesn’t have a cure, but we can treat it and you can have a long, normal life. First, we need to run more tests to see how far it has progressed and what the right treatment is. I see from your history, you have been getting tested for STDs about every two months the past few years. That’s good, since we know the virus hasn’t had a long time to attack your body. In the mean time, you should not have sex with anyone - oral, vaginal or anal. Be careful with any cuts and get them bandaged immediately. Once you start treatment it will take a while for your body to get to a point where HIV is undetectable and when that happens you can resume sexual activity, though we recommend always practicing safe sex to ensure you don’t infect your partner.” Joe was numb. He heard everything the doctor was saying, but was expressionless. “Do you understand what I just told you?” the doctor asked. “Yeah, I do” Joe replied. “Good. Some people get depressed when they find out news like this. We have counselors on staff for you to talk to if you need to. You can use their services at any time - today, tomorrow, next month, whenever. The nurse will give you the antibiotic and then take you down to the lab to take some more blood samples” the doctor said. After a pause the doctor continued “Do you have any idea who you might have been with that could have infected you?” “No, I don’t. I haven’t had sex in a few weeks, but before that I had been pretty active. I don’t even remember most of the guys, except for my boyfriend” Joe answered. “The reason I ask is that we usually have one new HIV infection every week or two and this week we have seven. The patient we saw yesterday thinks it was a tall guy with tattoos on his arms and a large piercing on his penis. Does this guy sound familiar? We would like to find him because he may not know he is infected and is spreading the virus around.” Joe had to fight back the smile that he felt coming on. “Oh, yeah. I know who he is and he knows he’s poz” thought Joe but he told the doctor “No, that doesn’t sound familiar, but I did have sex with a guy with a pierced cock, but I couldn’t see him.” The doctor wanted to chuckle, but tried to stay professional and just said “Ah. OK, well, I have a busy day and need to get to my next patient. I will be seeing you soon when we get the new test results. You should set up an appointment for late next week or the following week. I’ll see you then.” The nurse walked in and handed Joe a packet with the antibiotics inside and ushered him down to the lab area. He took his seat and waited for the door to open. Several minutes later the door opened and the same cute lab tech from the other day looked out. “Oh, sorry. I was taking a little break before the rush. Come on in.” Joe walked into the room and took a seat, while the lab tech closed the door and took a seat next to Joe. This time Joe remembered to look at the guy’s name tag “Tyler, remember that” thought Joe. “Are you Joe? It’s the only name in the queue on the computer” Tyler asked. “Yeah, that’s me.” “Can i have your date of birth?” Tyler next asked and Joe gave it to him. Tyler looked at the screen to see what tests he was going to need to do and how many vials of blood to draw. “Hmmm, I see. Well, I guess I should first welcome you to the club, Joe. Are you doing ok with the news?” Tyler asked. “Oh yeah, I’m doing good” Joe responded, maybe a bit too cheerfully. Chuckling to himself Tyler said “Sounds like it wasn’t too much of a surprise to you. Were you, ummm…” Joe interrupted “Chasing? Yeah, kinda. Not avoiding it, anyway.” Tyler looked at him and smiled “Cool. I did too. It was a lot of fun and now I’m on the flip side of it.” Joe looked back at Tyler thinking that he looked like a squeaky clean twink and not someone he would have thought of as a bug chaser. “Yeah, some of the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re not going to put that in my file, are you?” Joe asked. “Oh hell no, don’t worry about that. It’s more for personal info and, uh, I, uh” Tyler stumbled for words for a moment and continued “Here, give me your phone.” Joe handed over his phone and Tyler added his name and number into Joe’s contact list. “Call me if you have any questions you don’t want to ask the counselors they have here. I don’t do this for every new poz guy, but I think you’re really hot.” Tyler handed the phone back and picked up a syringe and four empty vials. Tying the strap around Joe’s arm he proceeded to draw the blood and then paste the labels on the vials. “All done for now. I hope I will be seeing you again… for more tests” Tyler said with a quiet laugh. Joe got up and went back into the waiting room and to the receptionists desk. Douglas looked at him with a big smile and Joe thought “Damn, everyone here knows I’m poz now.” Joe quickly made his appointment for a few weeks later and went back to his posse. Aaron was missing from the group and before Joe could ask Dennis said “Aaron is finding out now. I hope he’s ok.” About that time, the nurse came out to call another person back for an exam and everyone heard a loud noise coming from the exam room area and the staff went running. Aaron had gone to an exam room to get his results. The nurse had taken his vitals and he waited for the doctor to show up. His stomach was churning and he could feel his heart race. He had spent almost two hours talking with Dennis and occasionally crying. He heard the logic from Dennis - if he tested positive for HIV, he wasn’t going to die any sooner, his sex life wouldn’t die, he may lose a few friends and gain some new ones, and if he tested negative his life would go on as it had before. But it still was tearing him up inside and he was sure he would be alone and unwanted for the rest of his life. Finally the doctor walked in the room with a folder. Aaron had never been in a situation like this and was visibly shaking. “Hello Aaron” the doctor started. “We have the test results. Before I give them to you, I want you to know that we are here to help you both physically and emotionally for as long as you need it” the doctor said in a somber tone. Aaron turned even more pale. He thought his heart was going to pop out of his chest. The doctor looked at Aaron and opened up the folder and said “Aaron, you have tested positive for HIV, gonorrhea and syphilis. We can treat…” At that point Aaron fainted, falling on to the floor with the chair smashing into the exam table. The noise reverberated through the main clinic area. Nurses and other staff came running into the exam room as the doctor was propping Aaron against the wall and checking him for cuts or other injuries. The staff helped get Aaron up on to the exam table, laying back. Aaron came to a few minutes later, staring up at the ceiling with the doctor and two nurses around him. “Aaron, are you ok?” the doctor asked. “I, uh, think so” he replied. “I know this news came as a shock to you. But don’t worry. We can treat you and your life will be fine. Two of the infections we can cure with antibiotics and HIV is not a death sentence, it can be treated as well but not cured. Do you understand?” “Yes” Aaron said quietly. “We need you to take another blood test so we can find the right treatment for you and the nurse will bring the antibiotic. I want you to set up an appointment as soon as possible with a counselor since I think you need to talk with a professional about this news and how you are going to handle it.” “OK” said Aaron. “I want you to wait here for ten minutes and rest. We don’t want you to faint again. The nurse will come back and check on you.” Aaron nodded and the doctor and nurses walked out of the exam room. Steven was called next and given his results, the same as Joe’s. The doctor asked the same questions about who he may have gotten infected from and Steven said no, he didn’t meet a guy like that. He got his antibiotic and waited for the tech to draw more blood. When he walked in, Tyler looked at Steven and said “Mmm, my food came back to me” in a very bad Count Dracula impression. Steven and Tyler both laughed. “I guess you heard my comment on Wednesday” Steven said as he sat down and put his arm on the armrest. “Yeah, I’ve heard all of the jokes and comments before. You’re Steven and your birthdate is…” Tyler asked. They completed the blood draw and as Steven was about to get up, Tyler said “Welcome to the club. Its pretty exclusive, hehe. Don’t worry, everything will be ok.” Steven said “Thanks, I hope so” and walked out to the waiting room, running into the nurse escorting Aaron to the lab for his blood work. Aaron went straight into the room and Tyler had been told that he was the one that fainted. He was extra gentle and kept reassuring Aaron that he would be ok. Tyler kept checking Aaron out and even licked his lips once, before he caught himself. “I want to tap that” he thought. Once the blood test was done Tyler asked “Are you ok to walk out to the waiting room by yourself? Do you have someone to take you home?” “Yeah, I’ll be ok. Thanks” Aaron responded and slowly walked out to the guys. “Where’s Dennis? he asked as he got there. “He’s in getting his results. Have a seat. What happened back there? Someone said a patient passed out” Kyle asked. Aaron looked down and said “Yeah, that was me. I fainted when they told me I have HIV, gono and syphilis. Fuck, I’m so screwed.” “You’ll be ok. We all are poz now. We can work through this together” said Joe. “Do you think Dennis is too?” asked Aaron. “Probably, he was at the same party we were. He didn’t get sick though, so maybe he is still neg” Joe said. A minute or so later, Joe asked Aaron “Oh, by the way did they ask you who you think might have given it to you?” Joe, Steven and Kyle all looked at Aaron waiting for the answer. “No they didn’t. I bet it was that asshole I met at the book store last week. He told me he was giving me AIDS and that fucker did” said Aaron, and added “They want me to see a counselor but I would rather just talk to you guys, if that’s ok. You know what I’m going through better than they would.” The guys all nodded and assured him that he could call any time to talk. Dennis walked up and plopped down in a chair next to Aaron. You could tell he was fighting off showing any elation. “HIV poz and gono” was all he said. “Well, lets get our next appointments set up and get out of here” said Kyle. The group walked up to the receptionist and Joe said I already did mine, Aaron…” Aaron told Douglas that he needed a followup in a few weeks and Joe said “lets set them up for about the same time, so we can carpool.” Aaron got his appointment just after Joe’s and Douglas looked at him and said “It’s going to be ok. Take care of yourself.” The other guys got similar appointment times but with a much happier farewell from Douglas, complete with a wink. Luis woke up earlier than normal from the sounds of his roommates getting ready for class. Thankfully he had no classes that day and just had to be at work for the Friday afternoon rush starting at 4PM. He missed the constant fucking that he had been doing with Kyle, Dennis and Steven before the fuck flu hit them. He was horny and needed to fuck. He looked at a few online sites and apps and everyone seemed to want “neg only” or “safe only”. Desperately, he got on Craigslist and did a few searches and found one that looked good: Horny bottom cub looking for hot sex. 27, 5’10, 200lbs, furry ass, safe or bb, anon ok, newly poz He liked the pics, especially the one with him laying in a sling. “Newly, poz, huh? He probably won’t mind some more poz cum in his ass, then” thought Luis. He sent a reply saying he was poz too and gave a description, his phone number and a couple of his pics - the obligatory dick pic and a pic he took of his cock coming out of Dennis’s cummy hole. He took a shower and was reading email when his phone rang. It was the guy from the Craigslist ad. A few questions were passed back and forth and Luis was out the door on his way to dump a four day load in the cub. Luis knocked on the door and a guy opened it. They looked each other over as Luis said that he was the guy who answered his ad. The guy looked better than his pictures, more muscular but his face looked tired. He invited Luis in and they walked back to a bedroom. Luis was always friendly and chatty with people, even his hookups. He asked “So man, your ad said you’re newly poz. When did you find out?” The guy looked embarrassed and said quietly “Yesterday.” “Fuck, dude. You doing ok?” Luis asked as he sat down on the bed, and took his shoes and shirt off. “Not really. None of the regular guys I fuck with want to do it now that I’m poz. You were the only one that answered the ad. When I’ve put it up before, I usually get two or three hookups out of it and a bunch of time wasters. A few weeks ago I had this really hot guy with tattooed arms and a big pierced cock that was an amazing fuck, but I think he was the one that pozzed me.” Luis stood up and dropped his pants and stepped out of them and walked over to the guy and gave him a big hug. “Don’t worry, you’ll find a new group of regulars and things will work out. Trust me. I’ve already been through it” He slowly pulled the guys shirt off and let his shorts drop to the floor. Luis kissed the guy and slowly the energy shifted. Luis pushed him down on the bed and he climbed on top of the cub. He chewed on the guy’s nipples and worked his way down, rubbing his furry chest and stroked his cock. He went down on the guys five and a half inch thick cock, easily deep throating it and squeezed his balls. Working the guys cock with his tongue he started tasting the guys charged up precum and knew he was getting this guy out of his funk. Luis pulled off his cock and pushed the guy’s legs up revealing a furry ass. He spread the cub’s ass cheeks and dove in with his tongue, tasting the guy’s scent. He wondered if a guy’s scent changes when he converts and quickly returned his attention to the fuckhole in front of him. He fucked his tongue into the cub’s hole and felt it start to relax and pulse. He knew that this was not the time for a hard breeding, it had to be more sensual to make the guy feel like a desirable bottom, not an outcast. His fingers toyed with the cub’s hungry hole, slowly fucking in and out, pushing the spit deeper inside him. Once he felt the cub was loosened up enough he lowered his ass down and rubbed his precum soaked cock around the guys hole. He looked the guy in the eyes and softly said “Do you want this?” “oh god yes, please. fuck me please” replied the cub. Luis pushed in and felt the cub’s hole swallow his cock eagerly. He started slowly pistoning his cock in the warm soft tunnel, the strokes getting longer and harder. The guy kept begging for his cock and used his ass muscles to massage Luis’s shaft. Eventually, Luis couldn’t hold back his cum and began unloading his four day load into the guy who immediately began to shoot his own toxic load all over his chest. Luis began to lick up the cum from the guys furry chest and then kissed him with it. They laid there kissing and holding each other for several minutes. Luis rolled the guy over on to his stomach, smearing the cum all over the bed and began feasting on his cummy hole. Luis always loved the taste of cum, his or anyone else’s and was sucking his load out of the guy. His cock still hard, he mounted the cub and shoved his cock back inside. The guy moaned and yelled “Yes, fuck me again” and Luis did not disappoint. This time he got rougher and really pounded the guys hole. He pulled the guy up on to his knees and kept up the assault on his ass, varying angle and intensity of his thrusts. His cock had been leaking precum for most of the second round of fucking and the cubs hole was very sloppy and soon it would be even sloppier. The thrusts got erratic and hard and Luis drove his cock in all the way and felt the rush of cum pumping into the poz cub. He rolled over taking the guy with him and they lay spooning on the bed for several minutes. The cub rolled over, facing Luis, and kissed him and said “Thank you. I was so down before you came and now I feel so good.” Luis said “You have my number. Call me to talk or fuck. I’ll introduce you to other poz guys and you can get back into your groove.” He looked over and saw the time. They had been fucking for almost three hours and he needed to get home and shower before work. Luis got dressed as the guy watched him from the bed. He went over and kissed the guy one more time and walked out the door. When he got home, Luis pulled out his phone and found the Craigslist ad and copied the picture of the cub in the sling and sent it to Joe with a message “pls send pic to your brother and ask him if he did this guy.”

Ooops, the last part didn’t have any sex in it. Need to fix that ------------- Part 17 - Intern-al Mark opened the door and there stood Paul with a gym bag. “Come on in. Paul, this is my boyfriend Eric, Eric this is Paul from the office.” After the introductions Paul said “I have my outfit in my bag, I figured you didn’t want all your neighbors watching me come in dressed like a stripper.” “They’ve seen worse” Eric joked. “Can I change clothes?” Paul asked and Mark showed him to the spare bedroom. Mark and Eric slid the coffee table over to the side to give Paul plenty of room to move. Mark yelled out “Paul, do you want something to drink? Beer, booze, water?” Paul yelled back “Water would be good and maybe some tequila if you have some.” Mark went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and picked up 3 glasses and the bottle of tequila. Coming back into the living room he set the glasses down and poured a generous shot into the glasses. Paul came out of the room dressed in shiny silver track pants and a shiny red shirt. Mark could see the tear-away seams on the sides of both the pants and shirt and smiled. He handed a shot to Paul and another to Eric and they toasted with a simple “Salut.” Mark and Eric sat down on the couch together and Paul hit play on his phone to get the music started. As Paul danced Mark was impressed with the nimbleness of his body and as each part of clothing got removed he liked seeing more and more of Paul’s body. Eric reached over and started to rub Mark’s growing bulge. Soon, Paul was giving attention to both Mark and Eric, pulling both of their shirts off. Paul finally pulled his shirt apart revealing a red leather harness on his chiseled, hairless chest. Mark smiled as he saw under the harness on Paul’s left pec was a scorpion tattoo with a red stinger. Paul wasn’t shy about making body contact with his audience and soon he had Mark standing next to him in just his jockstrap. The dance got more and more erotic and Eric was the next to be standing up almost naked. Cocks were stroked, asses felt up, tongues explored and nipples were bitten. Mark wasn’t sure when the music stopped but Paul was on his knees, completely naked licking his cock through the material from the jock. Quickly, Paul turned his attention to Eric who was now completely naked. Eric’s cock was hard and he slapped Paul’s face with it. Mark pulled his jockstrap off and freed his dripping cock and stood next to Eric letting Paul shift between the two hard cocks in front of him. He was surprised at how easy Paul was able to take his pierced cock all the way down his throat. As he moaned he wondered how he was going to bring up the issue of HIV status before things went much farther. He wasn’t going to stealth breed a co-worker and risk his job. Mark pulled Paul to his feet and rubbed his cock along Paul’s crack and whispered in his ear “I like the tat. Are you a scorpio or does that cock have a sting to it?” Paul froze, unsure how to answer while Eric leaned over and bit and tongued Paul’s nipple. After several seconds, Paul said “I’m a Virgo and its got quite a sting.” Mark whispered back “Fuck yeah, ours too. You up for a recharge?” “Oh god yeah” was Paul’s response. Mark grabbed Paul by the harness and dragged him into the bedroom with Eric right behind. Pushing Paul on to the bed on his back with his head over the edge of the bed, Mark lowered himself down and pushed his cock into Paul’s mouth as Eric started to rim Paul’s ass, pushing his legs back to his chest. Mark felt Paul moan around his cock as Eric got more and more aggressive. Fingers joined his tongue in prepping Paul’s tight hole for the fucking that Eric planned. Mark fucked Paul’s throat and Eric finger fucked his pussy. Two then three and finally four fingers were shoving in and out of his hole stretching and tugging. Eric couldn’t wait any longer and moved in driving his raw cock deep inside Paul’s hole. Eric had only fucked Mark once since the flu and he needed to fuck and breed really bad. His thrusts got harder and longer until he was pulling all the way out and slamming back into Paul’s now gaping pussy. He knew he was close and looked at Mark for approval to breed his co-worker. Mark grinned and nodded before saying “Do it.” Eric unleashed a torrent of cum into Paul’s fuckhole. Pumping in what he felt like was a gallon of toxic jizz, a look of ecstasy rushed over his face. Mark had buried his cock into Paul’s throat when Eric started to shoot in the other end and pulled out as Eric stopped shaking from his orgasm, hearing Paul gasp for breath. Mark pulled his spit covered cock out and pushed Paul to the middle of the bed, flipping him over on to his knees and rammed his cock into Paul’s cum slick hole. He pulled him up so that Paul’s back was against his chest. He reached around and pinched Paul’s nipples and whispered in his ear “Is this what you wanted to happen tonight? Be a cumdump for our toxic seed?” Paul was moaning loudly and fucking his ass back on Mark’s cock. He turned his head and said “Fuck yeah, its been so long since I had real poz cock inside me. Too many guys are on meds these days.” After a few minutes of grinding his ass on Mark’s cock he said “Oh my god I’m about to cum.” Mark looked at Eric and said “Back your hole on his cock before he shoots. You need another strain.” Eric nodded and got on all fours in front of Paul and moved back, positioning Paul’s cock on his assring. He shoved his body back, feeling Paul’s cock rip into him. “Oooooohhhh fuck thats so hot” moaned Paul. Mark could feel Paul’s hole contract around his cock and knew he wouldn’t last long. He held Paul’s hips and pounded faster but he wanted Paul to shoot first so he could enjoy Paul’s orgasm from the inside. He didn’t have to wait long and with a few twists of Paul’s nips, he felt Paul begin to flood Eric’s hole. Mark started pumping his load into Paul, adding to Eric’s diseased cum. He waited until Paul’s orgasm ended and pulled him down horizontally to the bed, his cock still inside Paul’s pussy. Eric was similarly attached to Paul and they lay there spooning for several minutes before they recovered. “So, I guess I found out another of your secrets” Mark said to Paul. “Yeah, that’s probably one I shouldn’t advertise around the office. Are you really poz too?” Paul asked. “Hehe, yeah. Eric is one of my recent, uh, victims.” “You’re toxic? No meds? Fuck, yeah” Paul said enthusiastically. “Yeah, its been four months since I tested poz. I want to stay toxic as long as I can. I really get off on knocking up neg guys. Every time I find out one converted, I crave more.” Mark explained. Paul smiled and continued “Me too. Over six years so far. Though I mostly bottom. A few guys have paid me for my gift and I breed a lot of chasers. It must be pretty potent since I’ve gotten a few one-and-done pozzings in the past few months. Even did a straight couple last month. The guy paid me a lot of money.” “Damn, you got pozzed young. You weren’t chasing at that age, were you?” Eric asked. “I was a slut. I couldn’t get enough cock. I never asked status and some of those were poz. It’s simple. I wouldn’t change a thing” Paul replied with a grin. Mark’s cock got harder as he heard Paul tell his story. He pulled back and thrust his cock back into Paul’s cunt. Paul moaned. Eric pulled off and pushed a finger in his own ass and then sucked the infected seed off his finger. “I think we’re ready for round two. Paul, ride Mark’s cock. Let’s see just how slutty that hole can be” Eric said followed by a sinister laugh. Mark always got worried when Eric started to get aggressive. It was how he took his first fist, tied down and helpless to do anything about it. Eric was not gentle fisting him and it took weeks for his ass to recover. Paul climbed up and straddled Mark’s abs and lined up the shaft and pushed it back inside. Leaning on Mark’s shoulders, he started fucking himself on the thick cock, taking long strokes until he could feel the piercing at his outer ring and then going back down. He felt a hand between his shoulder blades and it started to push him down. Mark took over and started to thrust his hips up driving his cock into Paul’s stretched out pussy. Eric climbed up on the bed and rested his dripping cock just above Paul’s hole, feeling Mark’s cock rub against it. Eric started to push, stretching Paul’s hole until he finally squeezed in next to Mark’s still moving cock. It had been a long time since Paul had been double penetrated and the pain was intense at first. He was biting his lip and stifling his scream. After a while the pain slowly subsided and turned into pleasure until Eric slammed his cock all the way in. Paul let out a scream and his body dropped down on top of Mark with his head in the pillow next to Mark’s head. Mark kept up the pace, pounding in and out squeezing between Eric’s cock and the walls of Paul’s fuckhole. Once Paul got used to being stuffed like this, Eric started to fuck his hole as well. Moving in the opposite direction as Mark, the sensations were driving Paul crazy. His cock throbbed and twitched between his and Mark’s bodies, soaking both bodies in precum. Mark knew he couldn’t last much longer with the stimulation his cock was getting. He stopped for a moment letting Eric’s cock stroke his cock and Paul’s pussy. Once he caught his breath, he started to jackrabbit Paul’s hole until he erupted, pumping another load of charged seed into him. Eric felt Mark’s orgasm and rammed his cock all the way in as he too added more venom into Paul. The three laid there as their bodies slowly stopped writhing in ecstasy. Eric kissed the back of Paul’s neck and then pulled his cock out, covered in cum. Paul leaned back with Mark’s cock still inside his ravaged hole as Eric walked around the bed and stood over Mark’s head. Paul lapped at Eric’s cock, savoring the taste of the combined cum on it. Eric leaned against the wall as Paul cleaned his cock, balls and groin and then said “Open your mouth.” Paul did as he was told and Eric rested the head of his cock on Paul’s bottom lip and let his bladder empty. Paul was guzzling the piss as fast as he could but some still dripped down his chin onto Mark’s torso. Paul grabbed Eric’s waist and impaled Eric’s cock in his mouth, forcing the piss straight down his throat. Once the stream stopped, Eric pulled his cock out and leaned over, giving Paul a deep kiss, tasting the cum and piss that was still lingering in his mouth. Paul raised his body up and felt Mark’s cock fall out of his gaping hole with cum running down his leg. He rolled over and laid on the bed next to Mark smiling. “So, what do you think of my new dance routine?” Paul asked jokingly. They all laughed before getting up and moving into the shower. After they were rinsed off, Paul put his regular clothes on and stuffed his dance outfit in his gym bag. He hugged and kissed both Mark and Eric and walked out of the apartment.

Part 16 - Connecting the dots Mark had been checking the intern at work out for a couple months. The company frequently got college students to come in and work cheap with the promise that if the company liked how they worked they would get an offer when they graduated. He could tell that the guy was hiding something and it wasn’t just that he looked uncomfortable in the corporate clothing of khaki’s and polo shirts. He could see there were several piercings that he didn’t wear at work, and he always seemed to be checking out the other people in the office but never said a word about what he did outside the office. Many people try to keep their private lives out of the office gossip, but Paul took it to new levels. Mark talked to his boss and got Paul to help him on his current project. They had spent a week together and Mark had caught Paul staring at him several times. Finally he called him out on it. Paul stammered for words, embarrassed that he had been busted but happy that Mark couldn’t see his crotch, since he was rock hard like he usually was around Mark. “Listen, it will be a lot easier if you just tell me what you’re thinking and why you keep staring at me. Is it the tattoos?” Mark asked? After a few false starts, Paul finally said “No one in the office knows, but I’m gay” and paused before he added “and there are a lot of hot guys that work here” and paused again before turning bright red and finished with “and you’re the hottest one.” Mark chuckled “Dude, about a third of the guys in this department are gay. Including me. Don’t be shy about it, its cool. Just don’t stare and stalk guys at work or it can get you in deep shit. That doesn’t mean that you can’t let them know that you’re interested in getting to know them better. Just keep extracurricular activities and work separate. Look, it’s about lunch time, lets go grab a bite to eat and we can talk more openly.” Paul gave a big sigh and a smile came over his face. “Thanks, I didn’t realize it was that obvious.” The two left the building and went to a deli that Mark knew of. They grabbed sandwiches and drinks, drove back and sat down on a park bench outside the office and began to eat. Mark broke the silence and said “You should be yourself at the office, unless you’re some twisted crazed maniac, of course. It would make it a lot less stressful when you only have one life to live, not two.” “I don’t think most people would like what I do in my off time” Paul replied. “Oh? You have some skeletons in your closet?” Mark asked inquisitively. “Kinda.” Mark probed a bit “It can’t be anything crazier than some of the stuff I’ve done, so give me a hint.” After a few moments, Paul asked “If I tell you, you won’t tell anyone about this, right?” “Of course.” Paul took a deep breath and said “I go to a lot of warehouse parties. I DJ sometimes, but usually dance and hookup. Sometimes I strip at clubs and get a lot of offers for, uh, services.” He stopped and looked at Mark, waiting to see if he looked shocked or pissed off. “That’s it? Kinkier shit goes down with some of your co-workers. I don’t think management would like to hear about the stripping and escorting, but you’re a hot early 20’s gay guy. Have fun, enjoy your life. Do the crazy shit that you won’t be able to when you get older. Don’t brag about it in the office, but be yourself. Hell, my boyfriend and I might even want to watch you strip sometime” Mark said with a wink. Feeling a lot more comfortable, Paul asked “You do things like that with your boyfriend?” “Yeah” Mark said, chuckling a bit “Last stripper we saw we took home for the weekend.” Mark could see Paul react with some surprise but also saw his cock twitch. “Well, I’ve been working on a new routine and if you would like I can give you a private showing sometime” Paul said with a big grin. Mark was stripping Paul in his mind and felt his cock get really hard. “Mmmm, I bet that would be fun. I don’t like to mess around with guys from work, though and I doubt I could keep my hands to myself with you stripping in front of me.” “Well, I’m just an intern and I doubt I’ll be around after the end of the year. I also like my customers to touch the merchandise” Paul said with a nudge. “What do you have planned this evening? Maybe seven?” Mark looked at him, shaking his head. “He’s bold, that’s for sure” he thought. “I should probably decline, but my cock says yes. I usually listen to it when I shouldn’t and it always gets me into trouble. I think seven is good. I’ll text Eric and see.” “I like trouble” Paul said as they got up and walked back to work. Sitting at his desk, Mark wondered what he just got himself into, but texted Eric anyway. “hottie from work wants to show us his new stripping routine. u up for it? 7pm” and he hit send. A minute later Eric replied “What? u sure u want to bang a guy from work?” “not sure it will go that far, but I do. U in?” Mark replied right away. “ya. It’s hump day and I’m gonna dick someone tonite ;)” was Eric’s response. Mark gave Paul his number and address and decided 7:30-8 PM would be a better time. The rest of the afternoon went quick and as Mark was about to leave for the day to get home and clean up, his phone rang. It was Joe and he answered “Hey, Joe, how are you feeling?” as he walked out to his car and started driving home. “Still dragging a bit, but a lot better than I was at the end of last week” Joe replied. “Good to hear. How is everyone else doing?” Mark asked. “Kyle and Steven are doing better too. Kyle hit classes on Monday and Steven and I were back Tueday.” “How’s Dennis?” Mark then asked. “He hasn’t gotten sick yet, but he keeps getting loaded from Tony, Derrick and Luis.” “He must have a really good immune system then!” Mark said laughing. “The four of us went to get tested today. Do you think its too early?” Joe asked. “Cool. Where did you go - the university clinic? I would think that a blood test it would show it, but you never know. I did mine a couple weeks after I recovered from the flu. Did they say when the results would be ready?” Mark inquired. “Fuck no, the university clinic hates fags. The only time I went there they told me I was going to burn in hell for being gay. We went to the Jones clinic. Most everyone that works there is gay. We have to go back Friday to get the results. There were a lot of people there today. I’ve never seen it that busy. There was this one kid there that looked like he was still in high school, scared shitless. Kinda cute, skinny with bleached hair and some colored streaks in it and big plugs in his ears. Bet he would be a fun fuck. Dennis was hitting on him pretty hard” Joe said. Mark’s mind raced as he heard Joe describe the guy. “Oh fuck. Uh, did you catch his name?” “Who, the kid Dennis liked? Uh, yeah. Oren or Aaron. Something like that. Why?” “FUCK! Uh, it sounds like the guy from the car rental place. I nailed him. Twice” was Mark’s response. “You what? Is he even legal? Does he know you’re poz?” “Yeah, he’s legal. Nineteen. He hit on me and I fucked him in the bathroom when I picked up the car and then again when I dropped the car off. And no, he doesn’t know I’m poz. He called this weekend all freaked out. He was sick and some guy who fucked him last week told him he was giving him AIDS. I sent him to the same clinic you guys went to” explained Mark. “Damn, bro. That’s twisted. Why did he call you?” “I don’t know. He said I was the only one he could talk to. He’s not really out and has just started getting fucked. If he has any gay friends, they are probably just as clueless as he is” Mark said and then continued “Listen, tell the other guys you gotta keep the chasing and gifting quiet with him. And me being poz, too. If you can, help him out. He’s a good guy. He just needs someone to guide him. I fucked up on that part and thought with my dick.” “OK, bro. I’ll let em know.” Joe said, rolling his eyes. “Let me know what the tests say. You might have earned your other tattoo” Mark said. “Oh yeah, I forgot to thank you for that. Thad told me about it at my last session. I’m trying to figure out what to do and where to put it. I’ve seen some hot pics on the internet and have a few ideas. I’ll text you on Friday morning when I find out the results” Joe said. “You’re welcome. Talk to you soon. Bye” said Mark and he hung up, sitting in the parking spot at his apartment. Mark got out of the car and shook his head. “How fucked up is this?” he thought as he entered the apartment. Eric was in the shower and Mark just stood there watching him through the steamy glass, rubbing his crotch. He started to take his clothes off and his phone rang again. “Fuck, who is it now?” Mark mumbled to himself. Picking up the phone he saw it was Aaron and he answered it “Hello?” “Hello sir, er, uh, Mark” Aaron responded. “Hey, did you go to the clinic and see a doctor?” Mark asked, pretending not to know. Mark could hear Aaron sobbing again before he replied “Yeah, I drove up there and saw the doctor. They took four vials of blood to test and the doctor checked me out. He even stuck a swab up my dick and fingered my hole.” “Sounds like a fun date” Mark joked before turning more serious “When did they tell you they would have the results ready?” “I have to go back Friday morning. I don’t know if I can make it until then. I’ve already thrown up twice since then from nerves.” “Aaron, relax. There’s nothing you can do at this point other than wait, so just go to work, hit the gym, watch porn or what ever you normally do and don’t dwell on what the results are going to be. Just deal with it when you actually know something” Mark said trying to comfort him a bit. Mark recalled his talk with Joe earlier and decided he should see if Aaron remembered Joe and his friends. “Was the clinic ok? Did they treat you well? Obviously they ask a lot of personal questions, but I hope they made you feel like you could trust them.” “Yeah, everyone was really nice. Even some of the other patients were friendly and tried to cheer me up. One guy even gave me his number. I’m not sure if he really wanted me to call him just to talk or whether he just wanted to fuck. He was really hot, but I don’t feel like ever having sex again. His friends were really cool too. But I feel like everyone was looking at me like ‘you’re a slut and are going to pay for your crazy sex life’” said Aaron. “Aaron, don’t beat yourself up. A LOT of people get an STD sometime in their lives. It’s what happens when you have sex with multiple people. And its natural to have sex with multiple people, especially if you’re gay. Maybe you should to talk to the guy that gave you his number. What was his name?” Mark asked. “Let me find the note. Dennis, I think” Aaron replied, fishing the scrap of paper out of his pocket. “Yeah, Dennis.” “You dog” thought Mark with a big grin on his face before asking Aaron “You said he was hot. What did he look like?” Mark figured if he could get Aaron to keep his mind off the tests, he would settle down and let Mark get back to Eric. “He was about six foot tall with reddish hair. He had a beard and a bunch of tattoos. And a smile that melted my heart. But he won’t want to talk to talk to me if I have hiv” Aaron replied. “It takes a lot of guts to give a stranger your number like he did. And you’re just turning away without even giving him a chance. Call him, talk to him for 5 minutes and see where it goes. Maybe he just wants to talk and that would be REALLY good for you right now. It will give you something to do and kill time before Friday morning. I have to go now, but I want you to let me know what happens when you get the results. No matter what the result is, you’re going to be fine. Life may be a bit different, but its still going to go on for a long time.” “Ok, thanks. I’ll be ok, I guess. Bye” Aaron said and hung up. Mark stood up and Eric was looking at him with a confused look. “Becoming a therapist, now?” Eric asked. “Nah, this guy I fucked when I was visiting my brother thinks he got pozzed from a guy last week. He needs some moral support” Mark answered. “Damn, that death stick of yours really gets around. You think you pozzed him?” Eric asked with a sly grin. “Probably.” Mark jumped in the shower and cleaned himself off and changed into shorts and a tank top and slid into some sandals just as there was a knock at the door.

Part 13 - Why not me? Kyle woke up covered in sweat yet again. He rolled over and there was Steven naked and dripping sweat too. He still felt weak, but he got up and took a long shower. All clean and dried off, he put some clothes on. “I gotta get to both classes today, but I’m fucked for the test in engineering. I didn’t study at all” he thought. Joe was making breakfast and Kyle tried to eat some toast and drink coffee, but the most he could handle was a few nibbles and sips. They checked on Steven and got him set up with a drink and a clean garbage can since he was still vomiting but with little in his body not much was coming up. Kyle walked slowly into his engineering class and the professor looked at him and said “What do you think you’re doing here Kyle?” “I’m here for the test, sir” he replied softly since loud noises made his headache even worse. “I don’t know if I should send you to the clinic or the morgue. You look terrible. How long have you been sick?” the professor asked. “Since Saturday morning, sir” was Kyle’s answer. The professor moved closer to Kyle and said quietly “You’re in no shape to take this test. I doubt you studied at all. Go over to the clinic and then get some rest. Stop by my office when you feel better and we’ll figure out how to make up the test.” With that he turned Kyle to the door and the professor ushered him into the hallway. Kyle wandered back to the parking lot having to stop several times to rest. Once he got there he got into the passenger seat and passed out again until Joe came back after his classes were done. They went home and Kyle was back in bed. Joe played nurse for Kyle and Steven the rest of the day and once again slept on the couch. Tuesday began like Monday and Kyle showered and got ready for class. A quick test of the thermometer indicated 99.8 degrees F. Still a fever, but better than the previous day. He ate a little more than the day before but staggered and fell over going to the door. Joe sent him back to bed and told him he would let his profs know he was still sick. About ten in the morning, Steven looked up and Luis and Derrick were standing at the foot of the bed grinning. “Ya want to know the hottest fuck of all is, Luis? Breeding a guy with the fuck flu. Their holes feel so good with your poz fuckstick inside them.” Luis nodded as they quickly undressed and pulled the two sick boys to the edge of the bed facing each other. “See, their cocks are even hard knowing that the bug is taking over their bodies” Derrick said. They lubed up their cocks and simultaneously started pushing their cocks into the weary boy’s holes. Once they both had bottomed out, Luis said “Damn, this hole is on fire. He’s gonna cook my chorizo.” “Yeah, just like yours was when I bred you when you were sick like these two” Derrick answered. Kyle moaned when Derrick started to fuck his hole. The rest of his body might have been sore, but his pussy was in ecstasy. He looked over at Steven who had a smile on his face while Luis pounded his ass. The bed was bouncing from the boys getting slammed in from each side. It only lasted a few minutes before both Derrick and Luis started grunting and unleashing their toxic cum into the helpless boys. “You gotta make sure you fill them with bugs when they’re sick so theres no chance the body can fight it off. These boys are going to make great poz breeders” Derrick said with an evil grin. They pulled their cocks out and laid the two boys back on the bed and watched them pass out. “I’m headed over to the hotel and see Dennis” Luis said as they walked out of the apartment. Derrick just laughed and smiled at Luis. Joe finished his classes and decided he should check up on Dennis and sent a text message. Dennis called Joe back “Hey Joe. I’m doing good. I felt a little feverish Monday morning and was dragging the whole day. There were a few weird rashes too. I thought for sure I would be out like Kyle and Steven Tuesday, but I’ve felt fine since. Do you think that was it? I know some people never get the flu when they convert.” “Yeah, I know. I’ve felt fine too. Maybe the virus didn’t take or we’re the ones that don’t get sick” Joe replied. “Who knows.” Joe asked “Have you taken any more loads since Sunday’s fuck with Tony and Derrick?” “Oh my god yeah. Those horny fuckers have been taking it out on my ass since Kyle and Steven aren’t available to fuck. All three fucked me last night at work and Luis just did me again at lunch today” Dennis replied. “Shit, I’m going crazy here not getting fucked and you’re getting nailed all the time. You bitch!” Joe said before laughing. “Haha, yeah. I gotta get back to work. I’ll let you know if anything happens and let me know if you guys need any help” Dennis said. Joe went home and checked in on his patients. It seemed to be the same as when he left. He sat down and studied for a while and then worked on a class project. Once again, he made dinner for himself and ate it with the other guys passed out in the bedroom. “This wasn’t how I thought it was going to be” Joe said to himself as he lit up a joint and took a big hit. He went back to studying and after about an hour was having trouble focusing on the book. He was thirsty too and got up to get something to drink, he was unsteady on his feet and almost fell over so he sat back down on the arm of the couch. Reaching up he felt sweat on his forehead. Slowly, he got up again and made his way to the kitchen and got a gatorade from the refrigerator. He felt weak and went to the bathroom where he got the thermometer and sat down on the toilet before he fell over. 102.7 degrees F. “Finally” he thought. Joe staggered back into the living room and fell onto the couch. He reached over and pulled the blanket and pillow up and covered himself up. Grabbing his phone he sent a text message to his brother “103 fever. guess u did it.” After hitting send, he typed another message to Dennis “I’m sick” and hit send right before he passed out. Mark heard his phone buzz and read the message from Joe. A smile came over his face. He was now bonded with his brother like few brothers are. He tried calling Joe, but the phone just rang and went to voicemail and he hung up. He tried a little while later and got the same thing. He called Tony, but it went straight to voicemail. “He’s probably working tonight. Or fucking” thought Mark. He dialed Dennis’s number and got voicemail as well. This time he left a message “Hi Dennis, this is Mark. Can you check on Joe? I think he has the flu and I can’t get hold of him to find out if he’s ok. Thanks.” Dennis laid on the bed of one of the empty hotel rooms, Luis’s cock still in his ass with two loads seeping into his body. He had seen the phone ring and Mark’s name pop up. Slowly he pulled off Luis and saw one voicemail and one text message he missed. He read the text and then listened to the voicemail before calling Mark back. “Hi Mark, I got your message. I also got one from Joe and haven’t been able to talk to him either. What’s his address? I’ll go over after work.” Mark gave him the address and thanked him. “I wasn’t there to care for Eric and now I’m not there to help Joe. I’m a fucking asshole” Mark told himself. Dennis went back to the bed and climbed in. Kissing Luis, he spread Luis’s legs before thrusting his cock into Luis’s hole. Luis looked back at him with a devilish grin and wrapped his legs around Dennis as Dennis plowed his cock deep into Luis’s poz hole. Having only been getting fucked for several days, Dennis needed to release and Luis was going to get his huge load. He kept fucking harder and harder and his cock started to throb. “I wonder if its neg or poz cum” thought Dennis as he slammed in and felt almost 10 shots of cum pump into Luis. Dennis collapsed on the bed next to Luis and after a few minutes Luis asked “So what was the call about?” “Oh, Joe has the fuck flu now. Mark wants me to check up on him” Dennis answered. “Fuck yeah. So that leaves just you still shooting blanks…” Luis said. “Yeah, so I guess I gotta keep taking more loads until I’m knocked up like them” Dennis replied as the two of them laughed. Dennis cleaned up and then stopped over to check in on Joe. When he got there, the door was unlocked so he went inside. The apartment had a funky smell of sweat and something else he couldn’t place. Joe was on the couch, covered with a blanket and shivering. His body was oozing sweat and he could hear the occasional moan from Joe. It wasn’t a good moan either. You could hear the pain in his voice. Dennis went into the bathroom and found a small towel and soaked it in cold water and mopped Joes forehead with it. Dennis sent a message to his boyfriend Corey, saying that he wouldn’t be home that night since he was watching the guys he was with at the sex party and they all were sick. Corey replied “OK ;)” Dennis looked around the apartment and found Kyle and Steven in the bedroom. The smell of stale sweat permeated the room “Damn, they’re going to have to air this place out soon” thought Dennis. He went back to the living room and pulled off his shirt and pants, picked up a blanket that was on the floor and sat down in the chair. He chuckled, the blanket smelled like cum but he still pulled it over himself. “They need cum scented fabric softener” mused Dennis. He watched Joe for a little while until he fell asleep. For the next few days, the guys pushed through the flu. Dennis kept an eye on them when he wasn’t working and even had his boyfriend look in on them. He was sending Mark an update a couple times a day. Dennis was a little jealous that he had taken as many viral loads, if not more, than the other three but hadn’t gotten sick yet. He was still getting at least 2 loads a day from either Tony, Derrick or Luis. Between bottles of gatorade and toast or bread, the three guys kept hydrated and ate as much food as their stomachs would allow. Kyle was the first to get back on his feet and decided he would go back to classes on Monday. Steven was moving around Friday evening and was taking care of Joe. Joe finally shook the fever and swollen glands that made swallowing anything difficult late on Saturday. When Dennis showed up on Sunday, they all agreed to head to the clinic downtown and see about getting tested on Monday. “Do you think its too soon? Maybe we should wait a week” asked Kyle. “OK, lets wait until Wednesday and we’ll see what the tests say and if we’re still neg we can retest in a couple weeks” Joe said.

Part 11 - Weekends are for rest Saturday morning Joe woke up spooning Kyle. He felt the heat emanating from Kyle’s body and saw he was covered in sweat. Slowly he rolled backward and let Kyle lay on his back. Looking over, he saw Kyles eyes open slowly and said “Morning. You feeling ok? Cuz you look like shit.” “Good, I feel like shit too” Kyle replied. Steven woke and slid out of bed not sure if he should stay or leave the room. “Do you think this is the fuck flu?” Joe asked. “God, I hope so. I’ve never felt this bad without puking” Kyle answered. “Shit. Is this what we’re all gonna go through?” Steven asked. “Yeah, I guess. I heard everyone is different and some never get the flu” Joe said. Kyle curled up on the bed and pulled the covers over himself muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck” over and over until he passed out. Joe and Steven went out to the living room and Joe said “Ok, we gotta help each other through this. Lets check on him every hour. It might just be a bad flu bug or it could be the real thing. I’m gonna go to the store. Keep an eye on him while I’m gone.” Joe grabbed Kyle’s car keys off the hook and headed over to the megamart. On his way he called his brother Mark. “Hey, how’s it going?” he started. “Hey bro. I’m doing good and Eric is back to his horny old self. Things couldn’t be better. How are you? That’s probably the bigger question” Mark replied. “I’m ok, I guess. Kyle woke up this morning with a bad fever and headache and said he aches everywhere. I’m headed to the store. What should I get?” said Joe. “Just ok? Isn’t this what you guys wanted?” “Yeah, it is. But I was hoping I would be the first to get sick” Joe explained. “Just be patient. As for stuff to get, just make sure he’s hydrated. Gatorade is good. I couldn’t keep food down for several days, so I wouldn’t worry too much about food. Soup or toast. Just see what he’s up for. Do you know how high his fever is?” “No I don’t. Thanks for the info. Talk to ya later” Joe said before hanging up the phone. He grabbed a case of sports drink bottles and then added a second one into the cart. Joe wandered the store and got a few more things to stock the kitchen and finally found a thermometer before paying for the stuff and loading it into the car. It was times like this that he regretted the 3rd floor apartment, it was going to take a couple trips to get everything up. As he opened the apartment door he spotted Luis fucking Steven on the floor and laughed. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just drop this stuff off and leave you two lovebirds so you can have your fun” Joe told them. “I’m almost done” Luis said as he slammed his cock into Steven’s ass hard and let out a groan while adding more charged up cum into him. “So fuckin’ hot to hear Kyle is sick. Who do you think will be next? All you guys took a lot of hot loads when Mark was here and Kyle and Steven have been soaking up a bunch more since then” Luis said, pulling his cock out of Steven. “I dunno. I kind of want it to be me, but I know I haven’t taken as many different poz loads. Besides, I have an appointment tomorrow to do more work on the tattoo, so it would be better if I make it through that before I get sick” said Joe. Luis started putting his clothes back on and said “Hey, I gotta get to work. Catch you guys later.” Joe made another trip to the car and got the last of the groceries while Steven plugged his ass and put his shorts back on. Joe put everything away and they sat on the couch watching TV and tending to Kyle, sometimes forcing him to drink. At one point Joe helped him into the shower and held him under the water. Looking down, he smiled - both of their cocks were fully hard. A while later, Joe got up and put a pizza in the oven. When he came back to the room he noticed Steven scratching a few red spots on his arms. Looking closer, he saw beads of sweat dripping down his forehead too. Joe picked up the thermometer and stuck it in Steven’s mouth. When it beeped, Joe pulled it out and looked - 101 degrees fahrenheit. “Damn, I guess you’re the next one. You can sleep in the bed with Kyle. I’ll crash here tonight” Joe told Steven. He went back into the kitchen and pulled the pizza out and cut it up. Steven had a few bites but just wasn’t hungry. He sipped on the bottle of gatorade for a little while longer before getting up and heading to the bed to join Kyle. Joe sat on the couch stroking his cock thinking “I wonder how long I have before its me.”

2. Johnny I was in another generic city somewhere in the Midwest. It could have been Cleveland, St. Louis or Indianapolis. It didn't matter; after a while, they all blended together. Most of the time I wouldn't ever get more than five miles from the airport. The hotels looked the same, the food tasted the same, and the strip malls all looked the same. I was here for three days: it was some sort of client meeting. But all I cared about was a fresh location for my real job: spreading my virus. There were uncountable untouched men here, ready to offer up their innocent holes, ready to recieve the gospel of my cock, ready to be fertilized by me, ready to be one more chapter in the story of Johnny Deathseed. "Anything else I can get for you, Sir?" the bellboy asked. His question jolted me back to reality. I had gone on autopilot even before the taxi has picked me up at home earlier in the day. Only now did I realize that I had finally reached my destination. I took a good look at the bellboy. He was young, maybe 22, brown hair and brown eyes. He had that youthful glow of a corn-fed midwestern boy. "A beer and a blowjob?" I asked. He smiled at my comment, and I decided that I was going to fuck him. I knew he was a bottom. He would soon be squirming with that cock-hardening combination of pleasure and pain as I slammed into his hole. "What's your taste in beer?" he asked, barely knocked off balance by my answer. "And, I suppose, in blow jobs?" "For the beer, right now, all I care about is that it is cold and a beer," I answered. "And for a blow job, I just like to kick back, and let the guy gag on my cock before swallowing my load. I'm a simple man. It's easy to make me happy." "Well, give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do to make you happy," he said, smiling. Any doubt I had had about getting into his hole disappeared. He'd go to bed with a load of my pozcum marinating in his ass. But, before I could say anything else, he had left the room, leaving me alone. If he was at all serious, it was time for me to get ready for his return. I opened my bag, and pulled out the travel size bottle of lube, some poppers, and a condom or two. I stripped down to my underwear, and went into the bathroom. As hoped, the hotel had thoughtfully provided a sewing kit. I don't think they had planned for it to be used the way I was going to use it. I extracted the needle and carefully pushed it through the condom wrappers a few times. Three tiny holes that would be unnoticeable in the heat of the moment, but they would be more than enough to let my jizz drain out of the protective sheath, into an unsuspecting boy's hole. Of course, it would be better bareback, but I wanted to make sure that no matter what, my special seed wouldn't go to waste. I hopped into the shower, quickly rinsing off the grime of the day's travel. I wad barely dried off when I heard the knock on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and went to the door. Through the peephole, there was the bellboy holding a bottle of beer in his hand. I opened the door, and let him in. "That was fast," I said. "Didn't want you to take matters into your own hand and jerk out that load," he replied. I closed the door behind him. "I'm Tyler," he said. "You can call me Johnny," I said. Even though I knew he could probably figure out my real name, I wanted him to remember me as the legendary one who changed so many men's lives. And his life. "Nice to meet you, Johnny," he said. He twisted the cap off the beer and handed it to me. "Here's your beer," he said. I took a swig from it. The cold beer was just what I needed. "And the blowjob?" I asked. I let the towel fall from my waist. I was standing naked, just a smile, a bottle of beer, and the start of a glorious erection. My cock hung down, the blood had started to flow. A warm mouth teasing it would quickly get it totally hard. "Right here?" he asked. "Or you want to get on the bed?" "Let's do this on the bed," I replied. I leaned against the pillows, my legs spread just for Tyler to crawl between. Tyler pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and quickly ditched his pants. He was in just his underwear, the skimpy blue shorts barely hiding his hard cock. He turned around, giving me a peek at his ass. It was firm and pert. I wanted to grab it immediately, I wanted to spread those cheeks, lick his hole, then slide my poz cock into it and fill him with my seed. I knew I had to pace myself. There would be plenty of time for us to work our way up to that. First, I wanted him to get comfortable with my cock, and to feel safe around it. He climbed onto the bed, and got down between my legs. My cock was right in his face. "You're clean, aren't you?" he asked me. "Yeah, I am. Tested regularly," I said. Already, I was learning the little lies and omissions that would get me what I wanted. This one had the advantage of being completely true: I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was clean. And I had started to get tested regularly, just to see how much of my immune system the HIV had destroyed. My answer reassured him that this was safe, because he took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. It had been a day or two since my last blow job, and I missed the subtle pleasure of another man submitting before me and licking my shaft. Although he was young, this clearly was not Tyler's first time sucking cock. He worked his way down my stick, taking all of it into his mouth and letting me penetrate into his throat. "Tastes good," he said, licking up a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I smiled at him, happy that he was so eager to swallow my bodily fluids. I wondered if he would be so enthusiastic if he knew each drop contained thousands of virii, each one eager to change his life forever. But for now, my status was my secret. "Feels damn good," I said. I pressed his head back down on my cock, watching the length of it disappear into his mouth. "Don't stop." He didn't. He bobbed up and down on my tool, getting it hard, wet and slippery. His mouth felt good, but I knew that his ass would feel even better. "You ever fuck?" Tyler asked me, reading my mind. "Fuck yeah," I said. I pulled him off my cock, and spun him around. Before he could say a word, I buried my face in his crack, licking his smooth, clean hole. He pressed his ass against me, trying to get more of my my tongue into his hole. "Damn, that feels good," he said. He was moaning in pleasure and he continued to lap at my cockhead. "I want you in me," he said. "I want you to fuck me so badly." I teased his hole a bit longer, getting it wet, slick and ready to accept my cock. "You have a condom?" he asked me. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to experience his hole the way nature intended, but at least I was prepared for rubberized fucking. I grabbed the condom and lube, then rolled him over on to his back. Some lube went on his hole, and he fingered himself while I prepared on the special condom. First, I put a bit of lube on my shaft. I carefully unwrapped the rubber. I ran my fingers over the small pricks from the needle, knowing there was no way for Tyler to see them or for him to know how little protection the condom really provided. I unrolled the useless piece of rubber over my hard cock. It was an elaborate piece of theater, all just for show, all so I could breed his hole. When I came, the rubber would leak and let my seed drip into the boy's hole. Once sheathed, I poured more lube on my shaft and handed the poppers to Tyler. As he did a hit, I put his legs on my shoulders, and lined up my cock with his hole. "Please?" he asked me. "I'm ready." I pressed in, and felt his warm hole swallow up my cock. I wondered if this wasn't the first time he had been fucked today; he took all of my eight inches easily and barely needed any time to get used to my presence. "First time?" I asked. "Today, I mean." He smiled sheepishly. "No. My boyfriend fucked me on my break. His load is still be up there." I was glad that he wasn't a total condom nazi. He would be able to share my gift to him with the boyfriend. "Hot," I said. "I love a well-fucked hole." I started to thrust in and out, working the boyfriend's load into his hole. "You bareback with him?" "Yeah," he said. "We got tested a few months ago, and since then, we always go raw." "Nice," I said. "But you have to be careful, you know." Especially, I thought, with strangers with an agenda. "I know. Other than the boyfriend, I always use condoms." I knew he was lying. All men had moments of weakness. He already knew how good bareback sex felt. The more he let his boyfriend fuck him raw, the more he would crave the intimacy and sharing that came from unprotected intercourse and from sharing fluids. "Always?" I asked, pressing him on his obvious lie. I knew there had to have been at least one guy that he would have done anything for. It would be a brief moment of weakness that would undo all his and his boyfriend's careful precautions. "Yeah, although, it's not always easy," Tyler said. "Sometimes. When my boyfriend is away, you know, it's really hard to be good." "I know. But it's good you do it." I was already dripping my virus-laden pre-cum into his hole. I didn't need to press the point any further. He had already lost the battle. "God, this feels so good," I said. "I needed this so badly." "How long are you here for?" he asked. "You can fuck me any time you want." "Just a few nights," I said. It was a short trip, and soon I would be in another city. I would be seeking out another boy to annoint with my dirty, toxic, holy cum. "Getting so fucking close." "Yeah, pound it into me," Tyler said. He did another hit of poppers, then offered the bottle to me. "And don't pull out." I took the poppers from him and inhaled deeply. I was getting close and I knew the hit would push me over the edge. "Don't worry. I love your hole." I started to slam my cock into his hole. The friction from the condom would only tear up his hole and make Tyler more receptive to my dirty spooge. "You ready?" I asked. Tyler had been stroking his cock hard and he was just as close as I was. "Fuck yeah, nail me," he said. "I'm right on the edge." I stopped trying to hold back, and forced my cock deep into him. I held it there, and felt that mind-blowing first spurt of an orgasm. Deep in Tyler's body, the condom was swelling like a balloon and filling up with poz cum. Slowly though, the deadly fluid would leak out. The condom had failed at its one job, and left the young man vulnerable to a virus he couldn't hope to fight off. "Ohh, I'm cumming," he moaned as I thrust into his hole more. "I'm filling you up," I gasped. It was more true than Tyler could know, as more spurts of jizz shot into the boy's defenseless body. His cock was throbbing as well, shooting volley after volley of thick white cream over his smooth stomach. I hardly cared about his load; all I was thinking about was how my virus had found a fresh victim. I wondered how long it would fester in his body before he would think to get tested. Would he know it was me, or if by then he would have a long list of possible poz fathers. I hoped he would always be unsure of who fired the kill shot, the knowledge he was a poz slut forever festering in his brain. The fantasy gave me a few more spurts of cum, filling the condom and then his ass. "Fuck, that was good," Tyler said, gasping for breath. His stomach was covered with his sticky load. I slowly pulled out, making sure most of my biohazardous waste ended up in Tyler's hole. I checked that there were still a few drops in the condom, just for appearances. Luckily, even if some sperm dripped out later, he couldn't ever tell if was from me or his boyfriend. "Yeah, I needed that too." I pulled off the condom. The outside was covered in my sperm, and I knew Tyler's ass had to be even worse. Before he noticed anything, I went into the bathroom. I threw away the rubber, and came back with a washcloth. I wiped off the cum from Tyler's torso. Cleaned up, Tyler got off the bed. He quickly got dressed. "Thanks man," he said. "Gotta get back to work though."