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I woke up the next morning and did some stuff around the house. I washed clothes, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed and even cleaned the pool. I met my friends for early drinks and then came home kind of drunk around 9:30 pm. I was feeling horny. I went on BBRT and started to look up profiles again. I looked up the following. 60+yrs old Muscular, average, slim builds Top only Give load in ass, No taking load in ass Give load in mouth, Take load in mouth HIV+ Into kissing, BDSM I hit search. 22 profiles popped up in a 25 mile radius 15 were online I looked them over. There was hot dudes and some old trolls. Several caught my eye. One stood out. TOP 4 Fun and More Older top here. Looking for young guys to play with. I am into connections first then sex. Chemistry is important. Looking for LTR with bottom not one-night stands. I want our passion and pleasure to endure. I am open to convert those bottoms who are worthy. My cock got hard as I read his profile. I opened up his pics and he was handsome, tall and had a nice slim build. When I opened his cock pic my jaw dropped. It was 10" and thick. He had a PA in some pics and none in others. He had what looked like a young slim bottom taking his whole cock. And then the next pic with a huge puddle of cum leaking out of his ass. I grabbed the dildo, lubed it and then shoved it in my ass. I slammed it home looking at this guys pic. It didn't take long for me to cum hard and shoot all over my stomach and bed. I hungrily licked it all up. I kept looking at other profiles and also found another hot one. Daddy looking for Boy Dominant Daddy Top POZ looking for sub boy for LTR. NO minors. Must be 19-28 yrs of age ideal. Must be willing to submit and serve my needs. Only those who are worthy get to be bred and marked by me. Live in situation possible and expected for a committed sub. His pics were hot too. He had a strong face with a beard. He had a daddy bear build to him and a good 8" thick cock with a large PA ring. He had pics of him in leather and a sub in same. I got the dildo again but put it on the cushion and road hit hard. I was so horny. I rode it till I shot again all over the floor. I licked up and cleaned off the dildo. I read more profiles and just go horny again. I didn't know why I was so horny and I couldn't stop reading the profiles and looking at the photos. They all made me so horny. This time I jacked off my cock with lube and squeezed it hard. I was so desperate to cum again even though I had just cum 10 minutes ago but I didn't care. Finally I came with a dribble but it felt good. I was spent and tired and fell asleep.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** “Ric” “Mateo” and “Miguel” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. You should all read them, they are smokin’ hot stories! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ CHAPTER 6: As arranged, Matthew Hill met them at the shopping mall, which was bustling with activity – groups of teenagers running and shouting and making mischief, Moms with kids in strollers, elderly people doing a mall-walk circuit, sullen mall employees shuffling around with brooms or maybe store workers on a break, sneaking cigarettes just outside the entrance or eating a quick lunch in the food court. He arranged to meet them here, as it was a central place to all three men. Ric and Mateo lived not three miles away in a affluent suburb while Matthew’s medical practice was a few miles in the other direction. Matthew hadn’t seen them since college graduation ceremonies 10 years ago – and even then, it was just a quick shake of hands and a whispered message, from Mateo into Matthew’s ear: “Anytime you want some pure toxic seed, Ric and I are available…we’re never going on meds, so whenever you’re ready, Matty.” “Matty.” They were the only people who ever had called him that, and the sound of it coming from Ric or Mateo’s lips always got Matthew’s cock stirring, just a bit. He had worked so hard to become “Dr Hill,” that them calling him “Matty” was almost thrilling, in a sneaky, almost forbidden way. He couldn’t fully explain it, all he knew was it made his cock stir. Maybe it was the way they both fascinated and frightened him in college, with their unabashed celebration of their shared HIV status. “Hey, Matty,” he heard behind him, as they approached him on the 2nd floor by the escalators, the place they all agreed to meet. “You look great, Matty,” Mateo said “being a rich doctor certainly agrees with you.” “Oh, I don’t know about rich,” the young doctor replied, “my student loans say otherwise.” “Well, whatever it is,” Ric answered “it agrees with you….except for that one thing missing, right,” he said smiling and running his hands over his stomach and down to his crotch. Motioning ahead of them and off to the right, Ric points the way and says “It’s over here, cmon, boys, let’s get pozzing.” They led him through the throngs of people and stopped in front of what was soon to be a new store at this location: Mattress Universe, or so said the just-installed sign above the entrance, which was closed with a steel cage and a solid steel door behind that. Ric pulled out from his pocket a large ring of keys and finding the right one, unlocked the gate and pulled it upwards so the other 2 men and he could get to the galvanized steel door that came down from above. Unlocking and lifting that up, Ric and Mateo and Matthew stepped inside the empty store and slammed the heavy door closed behind them, although Ric left about a foot of space at the bottom of the metal door, meaning someone on their hands and knees could peer into this place if they wanted. “You leave that opened a bit like that,” Matthew asked, pointing to the space between the metal gate and the floor. “What if someone sees?” “Then they see,” Mateo calmly answered as he moved towards a row of mattress. It pays to advertise. Anyone gets offended they keep moving. Anyone gets excited, they might come back sometime to see what’s going on.” “And anyway,” Ric said, shaking the ring of keys “We’re the mall managers, we got every right to be here. We’re just lucky this store won’t be open for another 2 months…prime pozzing space!” “Now, Matty, get out of those clothes, or do we have to do that for you?” Mateo asked, unbuttoning his shirt and moving towards Matthew. The two men, poz predators that they are, circled around Matthew, who for the first time in his quest for poz status, looked wary of these alpha poz hunters as they sized up their prey. Matthew slowly undressed, undoing the buttons on his Oxford shirt and stripping off the white undershirt, exposing his lean and muscular frame. Ric and Mateo both were in no mood to wait for they were out of their clothes with Ric in front of the young doctor and Mateo in back, pressing his hardening poz, unmedicated, full-blown cock up against the negative flesh of Matthew’s bubble butt. Spitting in his hand and lubing up his AIDS-pole, Mateo quickly pushed Matthew down and drove his cock up the young doctor’s furry little hole, with Matthew letting out a sharp yelp. Mateo withdrew the invading toxic weapon “Nah, we wouldn’t do that to you, would we, Ric,” he assured Matthew, laughing at it. “No, we’ll go easy on you, Matty,” Ric reassured him, with a conspiratorial glance at his husband Mateo. They then led the idealistic young doctor over to a plastic-covered king-sized mattress, Ric telling his partner in depravity “I wanted to pierce his bubble butt first,” half-scolding his hubby Mateo, adding “been waiting 10 years to get up that pussy!” “But first, let’s get this plastic off of this thing,” he said, ripping up the covering from the mattress. Let’s christen this motherfucker right. We don’t ever fuck with a barrier.” They pushed Matthew down on the bed and lifted up his legs for easy access to the negative fuckhole they were about to violate. Mateo, deferring to Ric this time, lubed up his husband’s high-viral cock and Ric responded with beads of viral pre-cum from his pierced cockhead. Mateo gathered some of the seminal fluid on his fingertips and brought them to Matthew’s waiting mouth. “That’s the taste of HIV…enjoy it.” “OK, Matty, here we go, and once we’re in, we’re finishing this job and bringing you into the brotherhood,” Ric announced, plunging the slicked-up pole deep up the young doctor’s cunt. “Yeah, right to the hilt, you’ve got it Matty,” he told the doctor who was squirming at the anal assault, but Mateo lent his hubby a hand by holding down the young doctor and gripping him tightly. Was it a warm, loving embrace or a controlling hold to keep him from getting away, Matthew wondered as Ric drove his cock deeply in and out, while Mateo made sure he couldn’t move too much. Ric’s poz pre-cum was already infiltrating his system, marking him as one of the hundreds of men Ric and Mateo have added to their collection. How ever many further conversions those hundreds of men completed would never be known. Ric was clearly relishing the long-awaited opportunity to breed and seed the one from college “that got away,” for Matthew was literally the only guy who rebuffed Ric and Mateo’s advances and offers to join them in the brotherhood that is HIV/AIDS. But now, at last, his unmedicated cum is going to release its venom on this young doctor’s tight little hole. But as per his arrangement with his loving husband Mateo, his initial fuck of Matthew would now give way to Mateo’s rock hard 9-inch viral cock, and Ric withdrew from Matthew’s mancunt and made way for his husband. Mateo shifted around and without so much as a word to their victim, he drove the AIDS-stick deep up Matthew’s neg hole and let out a string of utterances highlighting his pleasure at the carnal and debauched infection of this young physician. “Oh, yeah, that’s the way, Matty, hold that ass open for me and my toxic cock…it’s working you over right now, Ric and my mutual strain bringing you right into Club Poz.” Mateo, fucking fast and furiously, couldn’t hold out much longer and intensifying his pounding of the doctor’s butthole, he unleashed a torrent of AIDS-cum inside Matthew’s cunt. Even for the multi-cumming Mateo of the legendary poz cum shots, this felt like the most HIV he had ever deposited up a guy’s ass and the deep fulfilment of a successful breeding showed on his face as he beamed a smile at his husband Ric, furiously stroking his own fat, pierced pozzing stick. Mateo finally finished shooting his strains deep up Matthew’s cunt and withdrew for his husband’s turn back up Matthew’s hole to upgrade the young doctor and in just a few strokes of his poz pole deep up Matthew’s ass, Ric followed up his husband’s cum-gusher with a poz fountain of his own HIV inside Matthew’s hole. Matthew, his head buried in the mattress just repeated “breed me, poz me” mantra he repeated every few seconds of the anal assault by the two toxic alpha breeders. Finally, when it was over and both men had done their best to impregnate him with HIV, Matthew turned and saw the two breeding bulls behind him, still stroking their still-hard poz cocks, but Mateo was motioning for another person from the back of the empty store to join them. Matthew wondered what was going on and as he raised his head to see who was approaching, he saw not one, but two men advancing, one a familiar face and one he did not know. “Matthew,” his nurse Keith announced, greeting his employer with a slap on Matthew’s butt. “These guys invited us here to watch but now I think I need to fuck as well. Keith free-swinging poz member, the one that fucked Matthew all those years ago at the glory hole, the one that sent Matthew into a panic at the very thought it might have been a pozfuck and that sent him to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, was now poised to enter and drill more poz seed into Matthew’s cunt. His thoughts about who the other man was went out of his head, and Matthew lay back down on the bare mattress and braced himself for another rough poz fuck from his own nurse, the hot hairy nurse Keith. If he had time to think, he’d consider how each man’s fuckgame was a bit different. Ric was fond of deep driving strokes and long and slow pullouts only to drive it back up hard and rough. Mateo, on the other hand, was more of a jackrabbit fuck, with short, staccato rhythms and several pauses to view his handiwork on a man’s pussy. This new fuck from Keith was different still, combining both Ric’s deep “to-the-hilt” technique with Mateo’s short stabbing technique every few minutes. All three men and their varying pozfucks sent Matthew over the edge and his own negative cock, which he hadn’t so much as touched since the all-out anal poz assault began, was streaming a steady stream of jizz onto the mattress. Keith was nearly finished with his handiwork inside Matthew’s cunt and let out a roar, saying “Finally I get the one hole I’ve wanted for years!” and then leaning down to Matthew, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, “since that night at the glory-hole, am I right,” followed by a torrent of HIV transferring from hunky nurse Keith into the warm wet insides of Dr. Matthew. Once Keith’s thrusting and pulsations of hot viral seed were fully deposited inside Matthew’s cunt, Mateo called over the 4th man, an older guy, tanned and ripped, Matthew surmised, from years of working outdoors. “This is Miguel,” Mateo explained. “My Dad. He’s high-viral poz, too, thanks to my husband Ric here,” Mateo continued, looking at his beaming husband and father. Matthew for a moment, through his fuckhaze, looked confused and Ric stepped up to say “It’s a long story,” laughing with his fellow poz buddies, as Miguel stripped off his T-shirt to reveal 2 huge bio-tats and 4 dark Xs across his hairy belly. He then undid his jeans and unleashed his own poz monster, the next one to go up the silky smooth, cum-filled pussy of Dr. Matthew. Miguel’s own fuck strokes were a lot like his son’s – fast, sharp and stabbing, but also with intervals of deep, slow pozfucking as well, and Miguel, being a man who likes to take his time, savored the young doctor’s cummy hole for all it was worth, peppering his fuckdrives with a string of Spanish words. He banged that poz weapon into Matthew’s ass for a full 10 minutes and then exploded with a cum-gusher full of toxic, poz, unmedicated seed, ready to bloom inside the young doctor’s hole. Dr. Matthew felt full of poz cum and yet wanted still more. “More,” he chanted. “Give me more,” he repeated. “More poz, More and More…Must join the Brotherhood, Must join The Ten,” he went on, fidgeting and squirming. “Sir,” came a voice. Again, “Sir,” followed by a tap on his shoulder. “Sir, we’re about to land in Los Angeles. Please return your seat to its upright position and fasten your seat belt for landing.” His eyes bolted open…he was still on the plane from Boston, about to arrive home in L.A. There was no Ric or Mateo in a mattress store, no Keith, and where had he heard of Mateo’s Dad Miguel? Keith must’ve mentioned it at some point. That mall where it all went down – that went out of business 5 years ago! Furiously adjusting himself under the airline blanket to try to make his rock hard cock go down, Matthew said “It was all a dream,” he said to himself, only it was loud enough for the flight attendant to hear. “Yes, sir, I think you were dreaming. Was it a good one?” the flight attendant asked with a smile. His nametag said ‘Calvin.’ “Yes, Calvin,” young Dr. Matthew replied, “it was a really nice dream.” “I should think so, you were saying some special things, Sir,” Calvin answered with a smile and a wink and a further pat on Dr. Matthew’s shoulder, then he began to turn away, and as he turned, Calvin lifted up his button down shirt at the waist to reveal 3 dark X’s tattooed across his mid-section. Pointing at them, he said to Matthew, “I know just what you mean, Sir,” he said with a devilish smile, before resuming his duties with the other passengers in business class. Matthew remained in a poz-desiring stupor as he deplaned, passing by Calvin who slipped him a note with his number on it, all the way to the baggage claim, where he was met by none other than one of the alpha bull poz predators from his dream, his hot hunky nurse Keith, who greeted him with a hug. Matthew then and there said to his nurse,” I need it from you, today and always. Poz me up, Keith.” END OF CHAPTER 6

If you could change one thing about your cock, balls or arse, what would it be? I really admire tops with lowhangers and when they fuck, that banging - the feeling, the sound. I would choose to have a pair of droopy nuts that need scooping into my jock strap.

I had a cum dump who thought it was a good idea to eat popcorn for breakfast.

I got home still aroused and horny. I got out the dildo and lube and fucked my self by riding it on the neck cushion and shot all over. I licked it clean and then lie in bed. I went on BBRT and looked up profiles. That got me horny again. I searched 55 yrs +, Top only and take load in ass. I don't know why I kept going to the HIV section and debating on what to click. I thought I should just click negative and maybe undetectable. When I did that sort I got 80+. I looked thru the profiles and some were hot but I kept looking at the status part of each profile. My cock was getting hard again and I started to stroke it. Then I was curious and went back to the section and unclicked negative and undetectable. Then I clicked HIV. Then about 28 popped up with 18 online. My cock got really hard as I read the profiles and looked at their pics. So many hot older men. All seemed to have good size cocks. None had a small cock. I wondered about that. Then my phone pinged. R- What you up to boy? D- AT home on BBRT R- Really? You like that app now? D- Yes R- What you looking up? D- Just checking things out R- What did you search for? Tell me all? I told him the two searches that I did. R- Good. What did you find? I told him that there were more sexy guys who had HIV and they all had good sized cocks. D- Is that the norm? R- lol. You mean do we all have large cocks? D- YEs;) and sexy R- Yes of course...lol R- It actually makes sense. We were more likely to fuck more and anyone for that matter. Dip our cocks in all pussys no matter how nasty. And had cocks that attracted bottoms. My ass twitched when I read that. D- That makes sense. I guess more so than those with HIV and on meds and undetectable? R- That's a nuance look. I know lots of POZ undetectable tops who are great fucks and bottoms chase and beg them all the time. Maybe we are more the bad boy types...lol R- What else you do tonight? I explained everything that happened at the Professor's place. Going over to swim and what ended up happening. R- Sounds like you had fun. I am glad. D- Yes I did. It ended odd. R- Well you both still had oral and fun at the end. R- Gotta go TTYL. I looked at the clock it was almost midnight. I needed to get to bed.

As he calmed down he still grinded in my cunt. Hitting my prostate it felt good but there was still discomfort with his ring rubbing my insides. He finally pulled out. His huge cock was covered in cum, ass juice and there was blood on his tip and the piercing. I turned around and grabbed his cock and cleaned him off. He was surprised and held back a bit as I leaned over and engulfed his cock in my mouth. He started to moan. "Ohhh Dan. You are such a good slut aren't you. I knew you were an exploring young man but I didn't know you were so deprived already" he said mow pushing his cock in my mouth. After licking and sucking him clean he slipped from my mouth. "What is that thing" I said looking at the piercing. "It's a Prince Alber piercing. How did it feel", he said "It felt intense in me. It hurt.." I said "Yeah it does that. It take it, it felt good too. I could feel your cunt squeeze it" he said "Yes after a while it was driving me crazy. It hit so many spots and I could feel it rip into my ass" I said looking down in shame "Yes your pussy liked it. I felt you cum. Your cunt was so hungry" he said stroking his cock He then sat down next to me on the lounge chair and kissed me. I kissed back. "I was surprised you let me cum in you. I am sorry I should have told you earlier I was POZ. I just got caught up in the moment" he said sincerely "Its ok. I got caught up too. I think we just had an attraction. " I replied "Yes we did. You saw me looking at you and your tight body in those sexy short shorts." he said "And you saw me stare at your huge mean in those tight thin cycling shorts. You look great in them" I replied grabbing his huge cock in my hand teasing it. "Hmmm yeah I could see your mouth water and the day I saw what I knew was cum leaking from your pussy, I knew I would have you one day. I just didn't think it was that soon" he said with his finger probing my ass. I pushed back on his finger and my legs opened up automatically. I let out a soft moan. "Hmmm yeah look at your pussy it needs cock doesn't it." he said fingering me with now two fingers and I moaned and spread my legs even more. He pulled out his fingers and showed me and I leaned over and cleaned his fingers. "Yeah your hungry aren't you. I was surprised you let me cum in you. I am POZ" he said "I know but I was just so on the edge I needed you to cum in me" I said with a desperate look. "Even POZ cum. You could get sick" he said "I know...." I said stopping "What you can tell me" he said his fingers were still in me now working my prostate my cock was hard and leaking again "I am on PEP" I said looking down ashamed "Ok that's fine. Why did you not want to tell me that" the Professor asked "I was afraid you weren't going to like me anymore" I said "Why would you think that" he asked "I don't know. Cause I am afraid of getting HIV and you might get turned off by that" I said "Of course I wouldn't. I find you very handsome and sexy. I would fuck you any day of the week" he said smiling "I understand that you don't want to get HIV that is your choice" he said "You look a little conflicted though" he said "What do you mean" I asked "You look like you are still thinking about it. True?" he said "Yes I am still a bit confused" I said "Yes I believe you are. When I was fucking you and deep in you and I told you I had HIV and I felt your pussy squeeze my cock. You milked me" he said I paused and looked down. "its ok to be confused. I know it can be a lot to take in. It feels so good and your body wants cum, even POZ cum" he said "Look at your cock" he said I looked down and it was hard and leaking. He even had removed his fingers. Just the thought was making me hard. "Its okay" he said "Can we just enjoy tonight" I asked "Of course" he said. He grabbed my hand and took me into his house. We sat on this couch and gay porn was already on. He pulled me over and started to kiss me. After our kiss, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth trying not to crack any of my teeth on his piercing. He became rock hard in my mouth quickly. He pulled me up and pushed me back on the couch. He lifted my legs and dived into my ass eating it. "OHHHH fuck" I moaned loudly He ate me out for what seemed hours but was probably only 5 minutes. He also fingered my with two fingers and then with his long tongue was driving me crazy. I pushed back my ass into his mouth and he just ate me. It felt so good. He pulled up and put his cock at me entrance and my legs on his shoulders. I noticed a small bio hazard tattoo on his waist. "You want my cock boy? You want my cum in you? He asked staring at me. "Yes please fuck me please. Cum in me" I begged "You sure, my POZ cum is potent. I have a high viral load. Higher than most. The PEP might not work" he said I paused and he could see the fear in my face and eyes. He pulled his cock away from my ass. "Maybe we shouldn't continue" he said putting my legs off his shoulder I couldn't say anything. I was stunned and confused. "You think I could catch HIV even with being on PEP?" I asked "I am not a doctor. I think it's like one in a thousand chance. But you never know." he said "You have to take the responsibility if you still want to play." he said "While I want to fuck you again and your pussy is so hot, I do not want to force you to do anything or do something in the heat of the moment" he said sitting on the couch but not touching me. I sat there with my legs still sprawled open. I could feel cum leaking from my ass. I wiped it and licked it. He smiled back at me. "I do but I am a little scared. I think you put things into perspective." I said "But I did enjoy so much when you fucked me" I said "And" he said "And what" I replied "You are missing something" he said "And when you came in me" I said "Yes when I came in you I could feel your cunt milking me. Your pussy wanted all the cum out of my cock" he said I could see his cock getting hard and so was mine. "But I think we should pause for now" he said standing up "I don't want you regretting something you did here with me" he said I felt rejected. "Don't be sad. I don't think this the last time we will have fun together. I think you just need time to think things through" he said "Are you sure" I said "Yes and don't feel like I am kicking you out. I just don't think we should fuck" he said "We can do other things" he said He want down on my cock and swallowed me. It felt so good as he sucked me and his tongue teased my cock. Then his fingers entered my ass and he worked my hole. I started to see stars as he worked over my prostate. I turned towards him and took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. We 69 each other until I finally shot in his mouth and then he in mine. He pulled away and planted his mouth on mine and mixed the cum in our mouths together in a wild kiss. My mouth took it all in and our tongues danced. We pulled apart and held each other. I noticed his cock hard again. "You better get going before I fuck you" he said laughing. After we chatted I left. What a night.

I thought about going to the Professor's place but decided not too. I work with him and it would be weird I thought. But then again I thought of all the flirting moments especially the time at the department meeting. I paused and felt I need to hold back. As I thought about all the moments, I actually fell asleep. I woke up and it was 1:45pm and it was hot. I look down and my cock was hard. I got up and used the bathroom. I texted my friends and all had plans for the day and evening. Some wanted to go back to the bars we went to last night and I wasn't up for that again. I decided to take a shower and wake up. It was now 2:30pm and I finally decided to go for a swim at the Professor's place. I texted him that I was going to stop by for a swim. He texted back that he wasn't home and go ahead. I went into to the bedroom to change. I put on my new regular swimsuit. As I looked at myself I looked hot and it covered up things well. I paused then took it off. I pulled out the old smaller one and put it on. It covered less on both the front and back side. My cheeks hung out and on the front it really showed my thighs and it hung low on my waist. I decided to got with this. Then I put on my short running shorts and my running shirt. I drove over to his place which was about 20 minutes away on the other side of town. It was an small house with a fence around it. I went to the gate entered the number and went in. The yard was small but the pool was a decent size enough to do a lap. I put on sunscreen, my goggles and jumped in. It was hot so the water felt good. I got into a good rhythm and while the pool wasn't that long I got in a few strokes before turning back off the wall. After around 5 laps I saw a figure standing at the end of the pool. I stopped and looked up, it was Professor Post. "Hello, I am glad you decided to come and take me up on my offer" he said standing there "Thank you for offering it feels great to swim especially since its so hot" I said I looked up at him and he was in a tight white bikini. I could see his thick cock in the outline. The fabric shimmered a bit. He saw me look. "You like what you see" he said I just smiled and nodded. "I brought some food to snack on if you want" he said "I would love some" I said. As I climbed out of the pool I could see him look me over and devour me with his eyes. He knew I noticed. "Sorry for staring . You just look amazing in that swimsuit. It's very nice" he said "Thank you, I am glad you like it. I was actually going to wear another one that was bigger but I chose this one" I said. I don't know why I said that, maybe just nervous. "I am glad you did he said" handing me my towel and I could see his cock was hard and pushing out of his swimsuit. "You like mine too" he asked "Yes it looks very nice. The fabric shines" I said "Yes it does its very comfortable and feels smooth and silky" he said "yes it does" I said and I don't know what got into me but I reached out to touch the fabric. I didn't touch the area over his cock but the side. It felt smooth and silky. "You are right" I said rubbing his swimsuit. He softly grabbed my hand and led it over the front of the bikini going over his hard cock. "There you truly get a feel for the fabric" he said I could feel his cock pulsing as my hand went over it. "Lets go grab some food" he said holding my hand. He led me over to the pool lounging chairs. "I brought a bottle of wine for you as a gift for letting me come over and swim" I said "You didn't have to. That's sweet. Let's open it" he said He got some glasses and opened the bottle and we cheers and started to drink. We ate the cheese and cold cuts he had brought out. We talked about our background. I shared mine and he talked about his. He moved here about 10 years ago from Chicago after a breakup with his partner. He said he was gay and he just been single dating some guys but nothing serious. He asked if I had a gf. I told him not right now that we broke up. "Sorry to hear that, what happened" he asked I paused. "Sorry dont' feel like you have to answer me. Its okay." he said "No I think I should start talking about it" I said "I had a gf but we broke up as I started to have sex with a man" I said His face remained calm and understanding. "Was he your first man you had sex with?" he asked "Yes" I said I explained I had a couple of bj and hand job experiences in high school but no real sex. "What made you have sex with this man" he asked. He poured me another glass of wine. I explained it wasn't one thing. It was several interactions and being with him that made me feel relaxed and close to him and also never experiencing sex with a man and how much pleasure that can be. "Me too. I had gf and was even engaged. But had this older guy who I had sex with a few times and also showed me about male intimacy and pleasure" he said He told me he broke up with his fiancée and then started to date guys. His first was the older guy he had first sex with then other men. Then the latest was his last partner who was in his late 20's. "Wow lucky guy" I said "Ha ha thank you. Yes he was but we just didn't fit after a while. He also found someone else. It was fine." he said "So you and this man a couple?' he asked I paused "No not really. He is just helping me explore and guide me" I said. I looked over at him and saw cock hard. "it sure is a nice day" I said breaking up the conversation. He laughed yes it is. "We should get a nice tan today" he said "Yes we should. Can you put sunscreen on my back please" I said sitting up and facing my back to him. He sprayed and rubbed it in and then went right below my waist line. I was surprised but let him do it. "Why don't you lie down on your stomach" he said. I lay down on my stomach and he sprayed it again and rubbed me down. It felt good. He had strong hands. I let out a sigh. "Just relax" he said He went down again on my lower back and pulled down my bikini a few inches and rubbed in sunscreen. He pulled it back up hard creating almost a thong like feeling and then sprayed on my exposed butt cheeks. He rubbed it in and I let out a soft moan. He kept working my cheeks then sprayed on my thighs and legs. He worked my thighs and calves and then on his way back up my leg he took the inside and rubbed the inside of my thigh. I let out a moan. He did that several more times on each side. I heard him rustle and then felt his sit on my ass and thighs. OMG I felt his hard cock on my ass. He leaned down and lie on me. "I think we know we both found each other attractive. I couldn't help notice you liking my cycling shorts and checking out my cock. Or smelling my scent. I find you very attractive especially when you wear those short booty shorts and show off your fine ass and legs. Even that day it looked like you had cum leaking out of you. Yes I noticed it and went back to your chair and found cum on your desk seat. It tasted very good" he said whispering in my ear. My cock was hard and so was his. He kissed my ear and I turned back and we kissed. He pulled back and pulled down my bikini. I helped and then got back on all fours. Then I felt him spread my cheeks and then he dove in. I let out a loud moan as he started to eat my ass out. I pushed back on his mouth feeling his tongue, his teeth biting my and his scruffle on my cheeks. "Hmmm I know your pussy would taste sweet" he said going back and eating me out. All I could do is moan. He ate me out for a good five minutes. He really pushed his tongue deep in me then started to use his finger. I winced as I could feel his fingernails scrape me but moaned as he ate me out and alternated. Then I felt 2 then 3 fingers really stretching me. He was massaging me deep and going after my prostate. My head fell and I just moaned and could see precum leaking from my cock. Then he took my cock and placed it my mouth. It was huge. I started to suck and lick the head. The metal ring looked fatter then I saw it. I sucked him and it was difficult not to have it bang against my teeth. After he pushed my on my back. I spread my legs automatically and he lifted them on his shoulders. "I think we have both wanted this for a long time" he said pulling lube out of his beach bag and rubbing it on his cock. I nodded and tried to push my ass back on his head. "Easy boy let's take it slow" he said pushing his cock head in me. I winced. It hurt. Not only was he thick but that metal ring took a bit to get in. He finally got his head in and I yelled. He covered my mouth with a kiss and our tongues dueled. He kept his cock there and then slowly started to push in. He was huge and that ring made it more intense. I could feel it rub against the inner all and stretch my hole. He pushed slowly taking his time. We kissed and he would suck on my nipples which made me moan more. When he pushed deeper he would bit my nipples helping with the pain and he sank deeper in. Each inch I could feel that ring in my gutt. I had never felt anything so intense before in me. Then I felt him at the other place deep in me like another hole. "Ohhh Dan you feel so good. Your pussy is so sweet" he said kissing me "Ughhhh your cock is so huge and that ring is wrecking me" I moaned back "Yeah you like it don't you? I saw you stare at it all the time. I want it in you don't you" he said pushing deeper I didn't answer. He stopped and slowly pulled his cock back to the entrance but keeping the head in. "Yes I did. I wonder what your cock would feel like in me. It's so huge and gorgeous and that ring. I never felt anything like that before and I wanted to try it" I said moaning and trying to push my ass back on his cock. "And you want me in you?" he asked holding his cock there "Yes please fuck me. Please" I begged With that he pushed forward and pushed his cock into me breaking that other hole in me. My eyes popped out of my socket as I yelled. The pain was intense as his cock and that ring rammed though that deeper hole in me. Once all the way in me he was buried in me. I could feel the ring and his cock stretch my hole. "Ohh fuck I never thought your pussy would be this tight and good. Its milking me right now. Oh Dan" he said as he started to fuck me He kept a good pace of short strokes wrecking my prostate and make me moan loudly begging to fuck me. And then deep strokes ramming into my second hole. "Fuck your deep pussy is so tight your send cunt hole is juicy" he said as he was fucking me I just moaned and let go and let him take me . His cock and that ring were wrecking me and stretching me in every way. I started to feel his cock expand. "Fuck I'm close tell me where you want my load" he said "Cum in me please" he said "I am sorry I forgot to mention I am HIV positive" he said slowing down his fucking My mind snapped "I don't care fuck me please cum in me I want your load in me please" I said moaning and begging He had a surprised look and just started ramming into me. My eyes fell back in my head and I moaned and panted pushing my ass back on his cock. The finally I felt him spasm and shoot deep in me. "Ahhhh here my POZ load cums" yelled I felt spurts of his hot cum hit my inside. I also started to cum hands free shooting all over me and him. He shot 7-8 spurts of cum in me. He kept fucking me and I kept oozing cum out of my cock especially went he pushed on my prostate. Finally he slowed down and leaned in and we kissed like that for what seemed like hours. Ohhh this was wonderful I thought.

I woke up and went into the office. Professor Post and some of the other staff were there. We had another meeting in his office to plan the field trip in a few weeks. We were finalizing the list and he was going over the importance of each part of the town, some of the places we would visit and the lecture overview. He didn't finish the final list and asked if I could stop by at the end of the day to discuss it as I was in charge of logistics and we were a little behind schedule in contacting the places. I agreed. I went to my classes and at then hung out at a coffee shop and did some homework. Just before 5p I went back to work to stop by with Professor Post. When I got there the secretary and another student employee were still there. I went into his office and he was wearing his cycling outfit already. It was little different as his shorts seemed tighter and more revealing. His cock was hard and when I walked in it was not easy not to look. I also looked at his balls which looked huge and more outlined. He saw and smiled at me. We talked and he shared the list he was looking at. It was an art gallery, a dilapidated warehouse used for community events and rally's, a bar and a restaurant. They were in a more run-down part of town that also had some seedy part including the ABS I went to. As things were finalized, he told me to follow up with them to set up tours. I told him I would work on it tomorrow. As we finished up he said he like working with me and hope I enjoyed it too. I said I did and he mentioned he hoped me and other students would learn more about the underserved parts of our town. I told him I looked forward to it too. As were sitting across from each other with no table I could see his cock and would glance on occasion when I thought he wasn't looking. I also was getting hard from looking at him and the smell of him. The A/C shuts off at 5p and it started to get stuffy with his scent. I inhaled. "Sorry if I smell, I didn't take a shower this morning after cycling in or last night" he said looking at me also looking down at my crotch. I was wearing my usual running shorts and they were at mid thigh at this point and my cock was pushing out a bit. "No you don't smell bad at all". I said "I am glad" he said smiling I asked if were done and he said yes so I left using my notepad to hide my erection. I went back to my desk to put my notebook back and check my emails. I rubbed my cock which was hard. Professor Post came in the back to my desk. "Here is one more place I would like to add" he said handing me a paper. It was a health clinic in the area that helped the underserved, LGBTQ and HIV population. I said I would add it to the list. As I looked back to him my eyes scanned his crotch area to see the outline of his now rock-hard cock that was pushing out of his shorts. It looked like he also pulled up the shorts above his waist so his balls were on full display. Also is scent was strong. He saw me look. "Everything ok and look in order" he said smiling stepping closer to me. Now his crotch was about 18 inches away from me. "Yes I said I will add this place to the list" I said back looking up at him. I could see him stare at my crotch. "Professor Post you back here" said the secretary walking back. They both walked away to go the front office. I left work and went to the campus pool and went for a swim. I did laps and it felt good to exercise and clear my mind. I picked up pizza on the way home and ate dinner had some beers and watched TV. Rick texted me. R-what you up to D-watching tv. You? R- drinking at the bar of my hotel. D- no lucky guy getting your cock tonight? R- maybe. I have two guys one 19 and the other 28. Fuck how does this guy do it. Actually what am I saying, I know how he does it. D- where are you meeting these guys? R- manhunt and bbrt D- what are those R- lol...gay hook up apps D- Oh I googled them. One was a gay hook up and the other the same but for bareback sex. D-what's your profile name? R-HUNGPOZTOP4BRDG D-Really? I created an account and looked him up while I texted with him R- yes. How do you think I get so many guys contacting me R- I don't hide it D- That's mind-blowing I finally found his account. It was him and very sexy. HUNGPOSTOP4BRDG Older experienced hung POZ top for breeding bottoms. You be a hot hole looking to get filled by POZ charged cum. High VRL here. Not on meds. No condoms. Looking for good time with bottoms. Non PREP to front of the line. Prefer under 40 yrs old. Virgins to the front. I can open you open and make your pussy sing. Then there were pics. All of his body and his hung hard cock. One with cum oozing out and another two with him in a bottom and one more with the bottom with cum leaking from their ass. My cock was raging hard right now. D- you there? I waited 5 minutes. R- sorry meeting up with one of them now. R- Image (It was a pick of what looked like a thin younger dude. Face blocked. Tight body and he was bent over with cum leaking out of his ass. D- Wow that was quick. You came in him already. R- No he pre-lubed himself. D- which one you with? R- 19 yr old. His first time with POZ top:) R- TTYL I was jealous of that kid.

What had I just done. Only a few weeks ago I was a straight guy with a hot gf. While she could be a pill, she was hot. Lots of guys would stare at her when we went out together. Especially when she would wear tight yoga pants, tight short skirts barely covering her crotch or short sheer dresses or short shorts. And now I was at an ABS with cum dripping from my ass, in fact POZ cum to add, and sucked off guys too. As I began to pull up my pants another guy put his cock through the hole. It was thick and a good size. I finished zipping up my jeans as I got ready to leave and then he said. "Get down on your knees boy. I heard a sluttly whore was in here taking all cocks. I looked closer at his cock. It was nice and veiny. There was a tattoo at the base. It was a biohazard sign. I just dropped to my knees and started to suck it. "Ahhh damn what a warm mouth" he said I sucked him hard and played with his cock with my tongue. Suddenly he pulled out. Then I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door. It was the clerk. He looked older close up. He pulled out his cock and it was about 7 inches and hard. I got hard and turned around. He put the tip of his cock at my hole and started to fuck me. I just bent over and moaned. It felt so good. He knew how to fuck and he was giving it to me. The way he was working his cock in me was driving me crazy. He wasn't huge but he knew how to fuck me and hit me in the right places. I moaned louder and pushed back on his cock. "Yeah you are a fucking dirty whore. Taking loads from strange men. FUCK...your pussy is so tight and its grabbing my cock. You are a find." he said ramming into me. He reached around and pinched my nipples and I yelled out. "Oh fuck yeah your cunt feels amazing. Can't believe you are still tight taking all these cocks you slut" he said He kept pounding me and I felt deep in my groing and in my ass the heat rise and it started to spasm and I started to cum. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck me" I moaned "Ahhhhh your fucking cunt is strangling my cock ahhhh. Here it comes bitch." he said as he came in my ass. I felt at least 7 hot spurts coat my cunt. "Fuck yeah you like POZ cum don't you" he said still pumping me He's POZ? I felt my inside twitch. "Hmm yeah your cunt likes it. Its milking me now hard" he moaned My cock was still hard leaking cum on the floor. Finally he pulled out and I turned and dropped and took him in my mouth. "Ohhh you dirty little whore you love POZ cock dont you. You keep coming back here I could whore you out. Give you all the dirty cock you need." he said WTF did he say. I just kept sucking him off. I looked up at him. He smiled. He told me his name is Ray and to come back often he can line up guys to fuck me. He pulled up his shorts and went back to work. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I had cum leaking from my ass and all over my face. I cleaned up with some tissues and walked out in a hurry and got into my car. What just happened?

Thank you for the nice comments. Again sorry for typos and grammar. Enjoy. I took my PEP today on my way to work as usual. It was 11pm. Do I go to the ABS now? Why not? I got dressed. I put on jeans t-shirt and a baseball cap. I drove to the ABS and was familar with the area as this is the part of town where the Professor is planning the field trip. I stayed in the car as I was nervous. What am I doing here? I am really going to let total strangers fuck me? R- If you are nervous and not sure what to do, listen to your body. Crap how did he know. I decided to go in. I walked in and saw the clerk behind the counter. He was an older guy thin about 55 years old. He looked at me. "You 18. I need ID" he asked "Yes" and handed him my college ID I handed him a $20 and he gave me $1. "Have fun" he said smiling It was cold as if the AC was on high. It also had that cleaner sperm smell. I walked through the hallway. I found an empty booth and closed the door. I put in my dollar and the video came on. A girl was getting fucked. She was pretty hot and then she turned over and it was a shemale, and she was hung. Wow, sexy I thought. I went to the menu. There was straight, gay, bi and trans. I paused. Who was I kidding, I clicked gay. The movie came on with a young guy and an older guy who was buff but had a belly and was hairy and he had a beard. As I started to take out my cock someone opened my door. Crap I didn't lock it. I guy came in. He was handsome, early 40's. He pulled out his cock and asked me to suck him off. So I did. As I was sucking him off I noticed a wedding ring. After a few minutes he moaned and tensed and shot cum in my mouth. I quickly swallowed. Once done he pulled out of my mouth zipped up and left. As if the next guy was waiting another guy came in. A little older guy this time and medium build. He pulled out his hard cock which was nice about 7 inches and thick. He told me he wanted to fuck me. "You negative?" he asked "yes" I replied "Good I am neg and I don't want to get anything from you. You sure you are negative a slut like you taking cock in here" he said "Yes I am on PEP and this is my first time here" I said "Ohhh fresh meat. Bend over bitch" he said bending me over and placing his cock at my hole. Then he pushed in. "Ohh fuck your so tight and wet" he said as he started to fuck me. I pushed back onto his cock. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes. It was good better than the dildo but not like Rick. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled as he came in me. After he pulled out he made me clean him off (not that he needed to, I luv it now) and he zipped up and left. One more guy followed him and it was similar except he wore a condom. He said he didnt want to take chances. As he stuck his cock in it rubbed hard against my side. It didnt feel as good as a bare cock. He was a good size too 8 inches and thick too but it felt like a tube rather than a cock in me. I still got horny and when he hit my prostate it felt good but not as good as a bare cock. After 5 minutes he I could feel him spasm and cum. He pulled out took off the condom and gave it to me. "Here you go faggot" he said as he left. It was full of cum so I ate it. My legs were sore so I locked the door and sat back. I rubbed my cock which was semi hard. The I heard someone next door. He stuck his cock through a hole of the wall. It was a good size. "You clean" he asked " Yes" I replied "Suck it then" he said I got on my knees and sucked his cock thru the wall. After about 5 minutes he pulled out of the wall and knocked on my door. He came in and pulled his cock back out of his pants. It was a nice 8" which was difficult to tell thru the hole. I turned around and offered him my ass. "You sure you negative? I dont want to catch anything from a slut like you" he said I told him I was negative and on PEP. Then he started to fuck me. He fucked me, ramming into me. It felt good but it wasn't great like Rick. There was something missing. He finally shot his huge load in me. I cleaned him off with my mouth and he left. Another one with a wedding ring on. I sat back down and then was getting ready to leave. Then someone knocked at the door. I opened it and an old man came in. Early 60's thin but fit. He pulled out his cock. It was a ok size maybe 7" and medium girth. I bent over and he bent down and started to eat my ass. "Ohhhhhh yes" I moaned as I pushed back to his mouth. He ate me for about a minute was it felt so good. He fingered my and felt his fingernail scrape me. I winced but as he ate me I got over it. Then he put his cock at me entrance and slowly entered me. He slowly started to fuck me. He had a really good stroke. It was like he was rubbing my insides and pushing in me. While he wasn't huge the way he fucked me it felt deep. His rhythm and pumping motion was hitting my prostate and inside a certain way. It felt good and was the best of the night. He fucked me good for 10 minutes playing with my nipples. "Fuck your pussy is so tight and wet" he said I moaned "Your a hot little slut. You take a bunch of cum tonight whore? He said pumping into me "Yes" I said moaning and pushing back into him "Yeah you are a nasty dirty slut taking all these loads" he said "Daddys whore arent you" he said I didnt reply. He pulled out of me. "Say it if you want my cock back in you whore" he said "Yes I am Daddy's whore. Please stick your cock back in me" I begged "Yeah what a whore. Fuck your a gorgeous slut. I bet you were popular tonight" he said sticking his cock back in me I moaned and pushed back on him. "Fuck its like your pussy is eating my cock....ohhh damn you feel so good." he kept fucking me and picked up his pace My cock was hard and leaking now. The first time of the night. The way he was fucking me and using me felt so good. Even his smell was hot. He kept up his pace then I felt him tighten up and spasm. My cock was hard and on the verge. He was hitting me in all the right spots. "Here you go bitch, take my POZ load, I am going to knock you up whore" he said. I felt him shoot hot spurt after spurt of his cum. Those words tripped something in my brain and hit me deep. I started to shoot my cum my body spasming from inside. "Ohhh shit your pussy is coming around my cock. Its squeezing my cock bitch" he moaned and started to hard fuck me again. He hard fucked me for another minute. I kept moaning and my cock kept leaking cum from it. As he calmed down he finally pulled out. I immediatlye turned aroudn and dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. I could see and taste a little blood along with my ass juice and cum. "Ohh yeah what a good whore. You've been trained well" he said After cleaning his cock. I stood up and he kissed me deeply. I was shocked but kissed back. "Fuck boy I want to take you home and lock you to my bed and fuck you all day and night" he said smiling "I think you would like that" he said "Oh thank you but no" I said soflty "you sure bitch" he said as he wrapped his hand around my hard cock. I moaned and melted as he stroked me. Then he let go and stuck his fingers in my ass. I moaned even more and started to breath heavily again. "Yeah look at you. Your pussy needs cock. It needs POZ cock. Dont it" he said "I dont know." I repleid "You cum like you just did with any of those other guys you fucked you like a whore tonight" he said I nodded no. "Yeah a boy like you needs POZ cock. You need a real gay poz top man to satisfy you right? Your pussy is grabbing my fingers just from me talking to you" he said My eyes were partially closed as he was massaging my insides it felt so good. The suddenly he pulled his fingers out and into my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean. "You are a good slut. You don't even need to be told." he said "Here is my number if you want to be satisfied and treated like the whore you are" he said passing me a paper with his name and number on it. He tucked in his cock and left. I sat back down stunned, aroused and confused.

i went to a local gay sauna this evening, i bumped into my boyfriend's younger gay brother. he approached me, and he asked me if my boyfriend was also there in the sauna, i said no i was there without my bf. i was surprised to see him there. he touched my dick and we kissed. and he expressed his desire to be fucked bareback and bred by me. he said he's been wanting to get fucked by me for a long time and i said to him that i can fuck him bareback but it has to be kept secret from my boyfriend (who is also his older top brother). he agreed to that and we went into a cubicle and finally nailed his bareback ass and cummed deep inside him.

I absolutely LOVE feeling a BIG cock Top lying on top of me, pounding my ass until he's ready to cum. Then, blast a BIG load down my throat.

I’m Artur. 8 thick, veiny, toxic inches of pure poz death swinging heavy between my legs, already leaking that poisonous precum you’re too weak to resist. Look at you, trembling little bug-chasing faggot. You’ve been begging for this moment your whole worthless life. Strip. Now. Hands behind your back. Face down. Ass up like the desperate poz slut you were born to be. First we open you properly. I grab that old toothbrush — the one I’ve been saving just for pigs like you. I ram it dry into your tight, quivering faggot cunt. No warning. No mercy. I twist and scrub hard against those soft inner walls until I feel the warm slickness of fresh blood coating the bristles. Look at that. Your own blood painting the handle red. Beautiful. That’s your immune system crying already. I pull it out slow so you can see how ruined you are before the real damage even starts. Then I line up my massive, throbbing poz cock — no spit, no lube, just the slick of your own blood and my leaking toxic slit. One brutal thrust. Balls deep. Feel that? That’s death itself splitting you open, forcing its way past your worthless defenses. Every ridge, every vein dragging infected precum straight into your bleeding guts. Say it, bitch. Tell me what a useless, cock-hungry, disease-deserving faggot you are while I pound your soon-to-be-converted hole. Louder. Cry it out while I breed you stupid. You feel how heavy my balls are? Packed full of millions of HIV soldiers, all marching straight for your bloodstream. I’m not just fucking you. I’m executing you. I’m erasing your pointless existence one toxic thrust at a time. Beg for it. Beg for the gift. Beg for the strain that’s gonna hollow you out and make you mine forever. Here it comes — I grip your hips hard enough to bruise and bury myself to the root. Feel my cock pulse? That’s it. That’s the moment. Rope after thick rope of hot, viral cum flooding your wrecked pussy. I keep grinding, milking every last drop deep, making sure those corrupted cells have nowhere to run but straight into your core. Then I pull out slow… watch my thick, bloody, cum-smeared poz dick slide free. But we’re not done. I scoop up the dripping mess with three thick fingers, then four, then my whole fucking fist. I shove it back inside you — deep — punching my toxic load right up into your guts where it belongs. Feel that stretch? That burn? That’s your new reality sinking in. My fist twisting, grinding, forcing every drop of my poison higher, deeper, claiming you completely. I lean down, lips against your ear, voice low and cruel: “You’re mine now, poz whore. Infected. Owned. Finished. I am Artur. I am the god who just rewrote your pathetic little life with one toxic load. Say thank you… and then shut the fuck up while the virus does its work.” Welcome to the rest of your short, cum-drenched, poz destiny, slut.

69 ff is so hot and feels amazing I love it so much

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** The character of “Dr Matthew” appears in a couple of chapters of my previous story “The Ten,” and is briefly mentioned in another of my stories “Recharge: Nachladen,” about the Berlin sex party: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91253-recharge-party-nachladen/ “Ric” and “Mateo” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. Thank you! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ Dr. Matthew’s Slow and Gradual Conversion Growing up, Matthew Joon Hill was a total bookworm, fascinated by science and biology. Straight As in all scientific subjects matched with a quest for knowledge put him on the path to become a doctor. It felt to him that this is what he was meant for in life. High school flew by for him in 3 years as he got to skip a grade. He mostly ignored any taunts of “nerd,” or “faggot” from high-school bullies as he had his science books to escape into. First chemistry, then biology were fixations for him, and when it came time for college, having aced all his entrance exams, he had multiple schools trying to recruit him for a pre-med track. From all his studies, young Matthew J. Hill didn’t think he had any time for a social life, but once he got to college he discovered, to his surprise, that both guys and girls were attracted to him. Despite his middle name meaning “handsome” in Korean, he was fairly oblivious to the way he looked, but his ½ Korean, ½ Scandinavian heritage had made him fairly exotic among his lily-white high-school. Today, he might be called a “short king,” as he stood all of 5’7”, but he had a tight lean body from years of running track in high school – his only non-scientific activity. And so in college, he hadn’t thought of himself as attractive but one day early in his freshman year, his dorm neighbor Ric who lived down the hall, made a surprising admission to Matthew: “Matty, you know, Mateo and I think you’re really hot.” (Mateo was Ric’s boyfriend, and together, they had quite a reputation among the dorm for their sexual conquests). Matthew was vaguely aware of their exploits – one couldn’t reside in the dorm without hearing of their notoriety – but again, as he was basically blind to his own attractiveness, he went about his business with his nose buried in a book. The only time he wasn’t studying was when he would run on the school’s track - he had a routine of running 4 miles per day augmented with push-ups, squats, lunges and some exercises on the gymnastic apparatus in the middle of the track oval. Matthew the pre-med student never saw the inside of a gym but got in great shape on that track, his body burning energy while his mind concentrated on equations and formulas. “All that running you do, Matty, has put you in great shape, dude,” Ric said to him one night. Ric and Mateo were very explicit when it came to sex. If they wanted you, they flat-out told you – if you weren’t interested, they were fine with that and moved on. But if you showed any interest, they filled you in on the rest of their plan: they were both poz and unmedicated and their favorite thing to do was to spread it to anyone looking for what they called “the upgrade to HIV”. A few times, they would regale Matty or anyone around to listen with their tales of meeting up with chasers at the glory hole arcade on the edge of town. Apparently there was one cubicle there where all the chasers knew to go to get an anonymous poz load of sweet HIV cum delivered up their hole. “Anytime you want it, Matty,” we’ll be happy to help you into the brotherhood,” Ric offered that night. Matthew, still not convinced of his own sexiness, and being perpetually polite, shrugged it off. Of course, he knew from his studies what HIV could do to someone and although Ric and Mateo, as well as most all the guys in his dorm, would now and then catch a roving eye from Matthew, he felt he had no time for a social life and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do anything he felt was unsafe. It was with this history, of doubting his own sexiness and committed to science and the understanding of “safe” vs “unsafe” behavior, that pre-med student Matthew Hill became a strong advocate of condoms - and for sex he considered “safe.” He knew he was swimming upstream on this, as gradually HIV infection rates in L.A. were rising again, after years of decline, becoming the “in” thing to have among some gay men in Los Angeles. He even heard about guys getting tattooed to mark themselves as POZ. In fact, more and more guys he would see in the dorm’s shower area would be marked with bio-tats. Ric and Mateo, with their prominent tats, were real-life examples for Matthew of how attitudes had changed. He also heard this in Biology class from a Sociology Department guest speaker, explaining how “fatigue” of certain practices, be they vaccine-fatigue or condom-fatigue were taking hold in certain places, and how scientists had an obligation to try to break through that mindset. With this in mind, he decided he would become an Internal Medicine specialist with a medical practice geared toward gay men. As much as Matthew Hill believed in “responsibility,” and “safe-sex,” he wasn’t participating in any sex, safe or otherwise. A few fumbled encounters with a friend from high-school that really went nowhere, and once or twice he spied a guy in the dorm’s showers or in the locker room after his run, and his cock would grow hard and he’d yank it quickly to make the impulse go away with his load going down the shower drain. It’s not that he was impervious to sexual feelings, but he just wanted to dispense with them quickly so as not to detract from his studies. He said to himself there would be time after he gets his degree to find someone. One night, after a late run, Matthew heard Ric and Mateo entering the shower area, bringing a third guy into an adjoining cubicle. Matthew leaned his head to one side to better hear them over the running water: “Get ready to convert, pig,” Ric said. “Yeah, gonna infect your ass,” Mateo chimed in. “Yeah,” Ric continued,” we’ll start with the toothbrush treatment, then open up your hole with our poz dicks. You’re gonna love being poz!” “Mateo, you’re already pre-cumming like crazy,” remarked Ric to his BF. “Get that HIV seed into this pig’s hole.” As they were fucking the guy, Matthew was torn…On the one hand, as a dedicated medical student, he was disturbed that these guys were intentionally trying to infect this guy with HIV. As for the other hand, Matthew looked down and it was wrapped around his stiff cock and jerking furiously. “Will one fuck really do it”? he heard the guy breathlessly ask Ric and Mateo, who were taking turns on the dude’s pussy with their infected cocks. “Nah, probably not, Keith,” one of them replied. “We gotta fuck our toxic cum into you a few times for it to take. But when it does, you’ll be so happy. Nothing better or more powerful than spreading the gift.” “Here it comes, pig,” he heard Ric say over the sound of moans and running water. “Welcome to HIV.” Even if we don’t turn you tonight, it’s already turned you in your mind.” With that, Ric withdrew from the guy’s hole and Mateo immediately took his place. “Fucking that viral load from my boyfriend deep into you, whore,” he told the guy. “And here comes one of my own,” as he unloaded his HIV up the guy’s hole. For both Ric and Mateo, one cumshot was never enough, and they rearranged themselves and each went back up Keith’s ass for a second impregnation, and from what he could hear in the next shower stall, Matthew realized that Keith wanted to get HIV – it was his choice to pursue it. He was begging Ric and Mateo to “knock him up.” Matthew’s cock grew even harder and suddenly produced a huge hands-free load of neg cum, a bigger load than he ever thought possible, against the glistening tile and he watched it snake down the shower wall. These sessions with the guys and Keith became a regular thing, occurring two or three times a week, and after blowing a huge load just listening to them, Matthew would go back to his dorm room and try to fall asleep, even sometimes opening his biology textbooks to the section on HIV infection, but the intended effect of being repelled by what the textbook explained did not sink in. Instead, upon reading about transmission of HIV and the inevitable path to AIDS-status, his cock would get hard again, pulsing and throbbing for attention from his hand until another load of his cum shot forth. And when sleep eventually would arrive, images of being dominated by the infamous Ric and Mateo would invade his dreams as they toss him around between their hard toxic cocks. Instead of the never-seen Keith getting impregnated by them, it was he himself being deeply bred with pure unmedicated HIV loads, and then Matthew would wake up in a sweat and he’d discover his cock had blown yet another load during the reverie. Eventually, the shower sessions with Keith stopped. A couple of weeks later, he was eating his lunch and Ric and Mateo were sitting nearby - he heard them say “Keith got 2 lines on his test,” as they high-fived each other. In the waking hours of daylight, his thoughts occupied by science, Matthew was deeply horrified and ashamed at his apparent fascination with guys pozzing each other on purpose. Yet at night, once sleep came, he had the same dream of Ric and Mateo and now Keith (even though he had never met Keith) doing the same to him. Then, one night, after a boring Science Department function, where he, unusually for him, partook of a glass of wine, Matthew Joon Hill, the pre-med student, had an urge that wouldn’t wait until bedtime, and he found himself driving his car to the adult movie arcade Ric talked about. Summoning up his nerve, he ventured inside the establishment, paid the entrance fee and went forth into the dark. Lighted arrows on the dark floor being the only guidance, he made his way to a small room, basically a cubicle, and with the key they gave him upon paying, he opened the door and stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll just look around, I won’t do anything,” he said to himself, his mind trying to convince his cock and hole which were yearning for man-on-man action, like he heard all those times with Ric, Mateo and Keith in the shower room. His cock was already rigid and tented up the towel. “Just taking a look around,” he reassured himself as he walked through the darkened rooms, lit only by the vintage porn playing on screens on the far wall. “Won’t do anything, just checking it out,” again he told himself. Moving into the glory hole area, Matthew stooped down to peer through the hole at crotch level. Nobody was there but he heard footsteps coming toward him. “OK, get out of here now,” his thoughts told him. But before he could leave, he felt a hand through the opening reach out and grab his hardening cock. Matthew trembled at the touch of another man, it had been so long since this occurred. He looked down and saw his cock as hard and engorged like it had never been. “Is that my cock?” he actually thought to himself “has it grown?” The hand continued holding his hard cock and Matthew wordlessly moved closer and put it through the opening. “This was actually happening”, he said to himself, as the man swallowed his rigid pole in one breath and was sucking on it furiously. Matthew’s mind went blank for a moment, and then he pictured the hot fuckers from the next shower stall, Ric and Mateo and Keith to be sucking him and swapping poz talk in the process. His cock reached the inevitable climax, shooting a huge load down the man’s throat. The guy greedily swallowed the load and inhaled the still-stiff member of Matthew’s as it shot the remaining few drops of seed. “You want the gift, dude? Turn around,” the man ordered, freeing his mouth from Matthew’s spent dick. In a haze, and without questioning, Matthew turned around and offered his hole to the opening in the wall. He felt the quick application of cold lube on his virgin hole and before he knew fully what was happening, the guy’s huge raw cock was inside him and pistoning in and out of Matthew’s cunt. A brief interlude of pain was soon replaced by a feeling he had never felt before, as the man’s hard cock pummeled his insides. His mind wavered between saying “make him use a condom,” and mental images of Ric and Mateo as he had heard them pozzing Keith. After a few minutes of this, he felt the man’s cock grow even harder and felt about 9 pulsations of warm seed flooding his hole. Matthew shuddered and shook as his own cock, now hard again spurted forth another load, hands-free, splattering the opposite wall of the cubicle 3 feet away. His cock had never felt so big, so engorged and he never shot a load like that before. Once the guy withdrew from Matthew’s virgin hole, the guy leaned forward to the opening and said to Matthew “Thanks, brother, enjoy that gift I gave you, hope it takes,” Looking back through the glory hole, he could just make out a bio-hazard symbol tattooed on the guy’s furry abdomen, just above his dripping cock, surrounded by 2 dark Xs tattooed around it. As the reality of what had just occurred started to sink in, Matthew hurried back to his cubicle, got dressed and was out the door of the sex club, walking to his car when it hit him. Just then, he saw the guy who had just loaded him also leaving and getting into a classic silver Mustang, parked under a street lamp, then he saw the license plate as well: PZZNGUP. “What did that mean, ‘the gift’?” he wondered. “Could that guy have been HIV positive?” “What did that bio-hazard tat mean?” The thought he might have just taken a toxic-poz load scrambled his mind as he drove, and he had to pull off the highway for a moment. His hand reached between his legs and felt his cock stiffening again. Clearly, he was feeling deeply conflicted between what he knew to be true on one level and what he felt deep inside. The next morning, he went to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, and in the light of day, he vowed to himself never to do that again, never to succumb to temptation, and never even to interact with Ric and Mateo again. The self-scare tactic worked, and indeed it worked for years. He had no further sexual encounters of any kind once he resolved to suppress those feelings. And with the same single-mindedness that got him through both high-school now college in 3 years, he graduated with high honors, and got into prestigious UCLA Medical School for 3 years of intensive study, followed by internship and residency and then he joined the thriving private practice of Dan Martinelli, MD in West Hollywood. In time, Dr Matthew, as all his patients, 95% of whom were gay men called him, found a boyfriend and even moved in with him for awhile. Jim and he only ever had condom-sex, and it often left Matthew unsatisfied, feeling like he was missing out on something. His loads, when he did cum, were weak dribbles rather than projectiles like that time at the arcade…that time he still thought about, all these years later. His work consumed him, though, and after 2 years, Jim moved out, telling Matthew he didn’t want to be with a workaholic anymore. And then, a few months later, when Dr. Martinelli wanted to retire from the practice and move to Palm Springs, Matthew had accumulated enough capital to buy the business outright, and the first order of business was to hire a few new nurses. He held interviews with many candidates in the conference room which looked over the parking lot. One day, a nurse candidate drove up and parked in front of big window, ready for their interview. Matthew looked at the next name on the list: Keith Connolly. Matthew watched him get out of a vintage silver Mustang and walk to the entrance. It was then he saw it. The guy’s license plate: PZZNGUP End of Chapter 1

A week ago a friend of mine put me in touch with this Nigerian who had a big dick, I have had him at my place a few times now and we have had fun. He called me this morning and my heart started pounding knowing that he was wanting to fuck again, I answered the and he asked if he could come over around lunchtime, I said yes like the cock crazed slut I am, he said he had a surprise for me as well. Anyway lunchtime came, and there was a knock at my door, so I undressed so I was in bra and panties, and went and answered the door, he was standing there with 4 other Nigerians, I allowed them enter my place and as soon as the door shut, I was picked up and carried to my living room,pushed to my knees and watched as each man pulled his cock out and slapping me with there cocks, I started sucking one cock at a time as they got hard, my mouth was being fucked, I was gagging as each took his turn. Suddenly my bra was off as one of them started pinching my nipples, and another ripped my panties saw I was wearing a cock cage squeezed my balls hard and spanked me, the other 3 were undressing whilst one fucked my mouth and throat with his cock and the othet abused my caged clit, balls and ass, still have whelts on my ass he was spanking me that hard, suddenly my face was being shoved down between an ass, and I was being told to eat it out, when I felt a cock being pushed against my boipussy, I tried to say to them to use lube, but my head was being forced onto asshole to eat, the pain from the penetration was making me cry, as he inched his cock into my dry pussy hole, I could hear them encouraging him to go deeper and harder into me, as they where telling him that he had made me cry for his cock, whilst I was still forced to eat an asshole, I'm not sure how long this guy fucked me, but when he came I could feel him pulsing inside me, it also eased the pain of being dry fucked, as he pulled his cock out, he told one of the others that "she is ready for another cock now. The guy who I was eating out pulls me up by my hair and starts to try and stick his cock inside me, when he finally found my hole it slid in with ease as my hole was so gaped from the first guy. He started fucking me when he called out for a second cock to penetrate me. I have had 2 cocks before, but never as big as these guys cocks. As the secocnd cock started pushing from behind, once again the pain was there but differently as I was being opened up even more, another guy stands over his mates face as he shoves his cock down my throat, when he took his cock out of my mouth I notice the guy below him was licking his balls, by this time the two cocks were inside me now, and both thrusting inside me, my ass felt loose now and accepting the two cocks. I noticed the first guy that had fucked me, was bent over my couch being fucked, which got me so horny and hoping that the guy fucking him, fucks me as soon as the two fucking me finish, I was wanting ass covered cock inside me. I could feel cum coming out of my boipussy as the two where fucking me. One of them started to grunt and his thrusting started to get harder, when he let out a gasp as he came inside and onver his mates cock that was also inside, I could feel my clit in thae cage trying to get hard, pushing against the flat metal cage end, it has been a very long time since I have had my clit get hard, and the flat cage pushes my clit inside me. When he pulled out his cock my boipussy was making a wet farting sound as the other guy I was on top other continued to fuck me with 2 loads of cum as lube inside me, he came inside me but kept his cock in me as he kept thrusting telling me he was making sure all the seed inside me would go deeper, the guy I was sucking blew his load down my throat. The other guy fucking his friend came inside of him, I was told to go and clean his ass out, which I did. They all got dressed, slapped my ass and said in there broken english, that I was a good fuck toy, and will get used again as a bitch should be used. My hold is sore and puffy, but I am definitely looking forwards to being used again, Strange thing I usually don't like pain, but for some reason it had me even more horny, so much so I had to use a dildo even feeling sore to make my clit cum to reduce my horniness.

This... some tops get discouraged if cocksucker is struggling, but that's the point, you own that throat at this moment, enjoy that struggle. It's just another breeding hole. Push it all and smash your sweaty nuts on my nose while you unload.

How do you feel about face fucking those of us who don't gag or choke or retch or any of that? Is it still a turn on to you if the cocksucker has learned to take it with no difficulty? Other than of course holding his head down tight with your cock all the way in so he cant breath. Seeing him desperately try to pull back to get air

Long chapter here, but stick with it. Take it in small doses if you have to. --------------- Chapter 27: Monsters Inside Us Dressing room at InfraRed. 31-Oct-20XX. 22:08 MST. REDACTED location. The dressing room behind the InfraRed stage still pulsed faintly with the club’s rhythm, bass traveling through concrete and shelving in dull, physical waves. Colored light seeped under the door in smeared streaks of red and ultraviolet, painting the stacked liquor crates and tangled cables in uneasy shadow. The air carried heat, sweat, and disinfectant—but beneath it now lingered something else, metallic and sharp, like ozone after a lightning strike. That and the unmistakable smell of sex. Spencer leaned back against a tower of supply boxes, breathing hard. He had never been small. Even before tonight, Spencer’s body had been the kind built to command attention under strobes and mirrors—thick, stage-trained muscle layered across chest and shoulders, arms heavy with size, thighs carved dense from years of performance and conditioning. He’d always moved with the heavy grace of someone aware of how much space he occupied. Now that body was changing. Stag watched the shift with fixed, unwilling focus. It began as swelling—subtle only in comparison to how large Spencer already was. The muscle across his chest thickened further, pecs lifting and rounding until the skin stretched tight and gleaming. His shoulders broadened visibly, deltoids pushing outward into exaggerated domes of mass that seemed almost too large for his frame. Veins surfaced along his arms and across his torso, darkening beneath skin that was losing its warmth and sliding toward an unnatural grey. Spencer’s abdomen flexed as he drew in a breath. Even the deeply-cut definition there deepened, each segment of muscle pressing forward more prominently, as though something inside him demanded expansion. His biceps swelled when he shifted his hands against the concrete, bulging larger than they had any right to be—thick cords stacked atop one another, veins crawling over them in blackened tracery. The transformation didn’t make him misshapen. It made him excessive. Grotesquely, overwhelmingly muscular—like a bodybuilder pushed past biological limits and then hardened further into something denser and more powerful than flesh alone should allow. What had been a gift from God before was now a twisted, corrupted thing straight from hell. His fingers curled slightly where they rested. The nails had changed. Longer. Sharper. Edges no longer smooth but faintly hooked, catching the leaking club light in thin, dangerous glints. When Spencer inhaled again, his chest expanded wider than before, ribcage stretching to accommodate the new mass. His throat moved as he swallowed, and when his lips parted, Stag saw the shift in his teeth—canines lengthened, points clean and predatory against the darkening tone of his mouth. Spencer’s eyes opened slowly. They were darker already, the color draining toward black, depthless and reflective. Awareness settled into them with frightening speed—not confusion, not fear, but a clear recalibration, as though he were assessing a new body and finding it entirely acceptable. They landed on Stag. And stayed. The connection ignited a heartbeat later. Stag felt it move through him—the thread snapping taut between them, the newly shared awareness brushing along his mind. Spencer’s perception bled faintly into his own: sound sharpened, heat signatures of moving bodies beyond the door, the living press of the club outside the walls. Spencer pushed himself upright. The motion was smoother than it had any right to be for someone whose mass had just increased so drastically. His center of gravity had shifted, but he compensated instantly, spine straightening, shoulders rolling back to test the new range. The muscles along his back bunched and slid under greying skin, thicker than before, layered like armor plates. He looked bigger standing than he had lying down. Not merely tall or broad—but heavy with power, density packed into every line of him until he seemed carved rather than grown. Stag felt the instinctive claim rise in him before he could stop it. Mine. He crushed the thought down immediately, jaw tightening. Spencer took a step toward the door, gaze already drifting outward toward the living movement beyond the room—the dance floor, the bodies, the pulse of potential hosts. Stag moved in front of him without thinking. The gesture wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t overtly controlling. But it blocked the exit all the same, his body placed between Spencer and the club beyond. Spencer paused. His head tilted slightly as he studied Stag with those deepening black eyes. There was no fear in him, no lingering confusion from the infection. Only recognition—and the faintest edge of detachment. The new network hummed between them. Spencer’s awareness touched Stag’s thoughts lightly, almost curiously, and Stag felt the subtle pushback beneath it: not rejection, not anger—simply independence reasserting itself inside the bond. Stag felt something colder than victory settle into his chest. Spencer’s gaze moved past him again, toward the door. Toward the world. And Stag, watching the man he had just remade grow larger, stronger, and already slipping beyond his reach, understood with sudden clarity that infection had not made Spencer his. It had only made Spencer more himself. The storage room door burst open hard enough to rattle the metal shelving. The music from the main floor flooded in for a second—sweat, lights, bodies—before the door slammed back against the stopper. The club owner stood in the doorway, face flushed and furious, shirt half-unbuttoned and tie hanging loose around his neck. “What the hell is going on back here?” he snapped, eyes jumping from the overturned crate to Spencer—then lingering there. “Spencer, get your ass back on stage. You’re up in three minutes. I don’t pay you to hide in the back with—” His gaze shifted to Stag, dismissive and irritated. “—whatever the hell this is.” Spencer didn’t move. He stood in the flickering light, newly broadened shoulders rising and falling slowly, breathing steady now. The stage-trained grace was still there—but it had been sharpened, weaponized. His muscles looked even more obscene under the harsh fluorescent light, chest thick and striated, arms swollen beyond their already impressive size. The grey tone of his skin was more noticeable now, veins crawling dark beneath it like fault lines. The owner either didn’t notice—or refused to. “Spencer,” he barked again, stepping into the room. “You don’t get to pull this diva crap tonight. Halloween’s our biggest revenue draw. If you don’t get back out there, I’ll have security drag you—” Stag moved before the sentence finished. One second he was standing still. The next, his hand had closed around the owner’s collar, fingers digging in hard enough to wrinkle fabric and flesh beneath it. He lifted him clean off the floor and slammed him back against the metal door with a crack that echoed through the room. The owner’s feet left the ground. His mouth snapped shut mid-threat. “Back off,” Stag growled, voice low and resonant, something monstrous rumbling beneath it. The owner struggled, kicking uselessly, eyes wide now—not with anger but with dawning realization that this wasn’t a drunken customer dispute. “You—put me down—security—” Stag tightened his grip. The door behind the owner bowed under the force, hinges whining. For a split second, Stag considered crushing his windpipe entirely—silencing him permanently. A flicker of approval moved faintly through the network. Spencer watched. Not afraid. Not shocked. Interested. That look—the way Spencer’s darkened eyes tracked Stag’s strength, the way his head tilted slightly as though assessing—sent a surge of pride through Stag that he immediately masked as rage. “This doesn’t concern you,” Stag said, voice dangerously calm. “You don’t touch him.” The owner opened his mouth to respond, but Stag released him only to throw him. The man hit the far wall hard enough to knock over a stack of empty crates, collapsing in a heap amid splintered wood and scattered plastic. Silence followed. The bass from the dance floor thudded on, oblivious. The owner groaned once, tried to push himself up—and failed. His head lolled to the side, consciousness slipping away. Spencer stepped forward slightly. His expression had shifted. Not softened—refined. There was something in his eyes now that Stag recognized immediately: admiration layered with something colder. Approval of dominance. Evaluation of power. And beneath that—distance. Stag felt it like a knife pressing just under his ribs. He told himself the reaction surging through him was satisfaction. That he’d protected Spencer. That he’d handled it. But the truth pressed closer: He hadn’t acted because Spencer needed protecting. He’d acted because he couldn’t tolerate someone else exerting authority over him. The connection between them pulsed again. Spencer’s awareness brushed his—cool, expansive, outward-facing. The club owner lay unconscious at their feet. And for the first time, Stag felt the faint, creeping sense that he had not just created something powerful— He had unleashed it. The approval Stag had expected never fully came. Instead, something colder slid through the network. A pressure. Subtle at first—like a hand settling at the back of his skull. Then firmer. Heavier. Commanding attention. Why are you alone? The Alpha’s presence did not need volume. It did not need to shout. The voice threaded through Stag’s mind with smooth, suffocating clarity. Stag stiffened, jaw tightening. Spencer felt it too—he straightened slightly, eyes unfocusing as the connection widened. You were sent to spread the gift. The temperature in the room seemed to drop to Stag. And yet you hide. Infecting one. Causing spectacle. Stag’s lips peeled back slightly, not quite a snarl. “Handled it,” he muttered under his breath, though the words were half-thought, half-spoken. “He was interfering.” The Alpha’s attention sharpened. You were not tasked with protecting. You were tasked with multiplying. Spencer shifted his weight, head tilting as if listening to someone just out of sight. The glow in his darkened eyes deepened. For the first time, Stag realized with a flare of irritation that Spencer could hear this—could feel the reprimand flowing through him. The Alpha pressed harder. Why only one? A pulse of suspicion edged the mental voice. Why this one? Explain yourself… Bryce. Stag’s jaw clenched. “Does it matter?” he shot back, reflexive and sharp. The response was immediate. Pain lanced through his skull. Not physical—worse. It felt like something squeezing inward from all sides, compressing thought itself. His vision blurred at the edges as the Alpha tightened its grip, punishing the back talk with cold precision. Stag staggered a half-step, a broken sound tearing out of him before he could stop it. Spencer’s head snapped toward him. The Alpha’s tone dropped lower. You forget yourself. The pressure increased just enough to force Stag to one knee. Do not confuse attachment with loyalty. The word ‘attachment’ hit harder than the pain. Spencer watched him now—not with sympathy. With assessment. And that burned worse than the psychic vise. The Alpha shifted focus. You, newly awakened, it said to Spencer. Spencer inhaled slowly. His chest expanded, grotesquely full and powerful. You will go forth. Spread the love. A directive. Clean. Absolute. Spencer nodded once. Stag’s head jerked up. “No.” It slipped out before he could stop it. The Alpha’s presence flared. You do not command him. I do. Remember that. Stag forced himself upright despite the lingering ache in his skull. “He’s not ready,” he said through gritted teeth. Spencer’s gaze flicked to him—confusion there, faint and fleeting. The Alpha’s reply was almost amused. He is more than ready. Another presence joined the mental space—heavy, blunt, observant. Lockjaw. You will not operate alone, the Alpha continued. Lockjaw will supervise. Since you clearly can’t be trusted to follow my orders. The implication hung in the air: You are being watched. Stag swallowed the urge to say something reckless. Spencer took a step toward the door. His movements were smooth. Confident. Eager. He didn’t look back at Stag. Lockjaw appeared in the doorway moments later, broad frame filling the space, black eyes unreadable, horns threatening to breach the black skin. He glanced from the unconscious club owner to Stag, then to Spencer. “New one?” Lockjaw asked aloud, voice flat. God, he’s huge. Fuck. Stag forced his expression into something indifferent. “Spencer,” he said curtly. “Just some random slut I … needed to teach a lesson to. Gave him what he deserved. He had it coming.” Spencer turned and gave Stag a silent glare, then turned away with distaste. The dance floor lights flickered against his sharpened features as he stepped into the corridor, already scanning for his next target. Lockjaw’s gaze lingered on Stag for a moment longer. “You look tense,” he observed. Stag scoffed. “Mind your business, asshole. Shouldn’t you be worried about your ever-missing boyfriend? He run off again or something?” Lockjaw quietly looked over at him before rolling his eyes and looking back at Spencer. But through the network, he could feel Spencer’s thoughts beginning to branch outward—curious, calculating, predatory. And for the first time since infecting him, Stag felt something dangerously close to regret. Not for what he had done. But for what he might have lost. The nightclub swallowed Spencer almost immediately. InfraRed pulsed with Halloween chaos—strobes cutting through fog, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, glitter and sweat and cheap latex costumes blurring under red light. The music was loud enough to rattle bone. To anyone watching, Spencer looked like he had simply rejoined the crowd. Only Stag could feel the difference. Through the network, Spencer’s thoughts flickered—quick, curious, newly sharpened. The infection had stripped hesitation from him. What remained was appetite. Who first? Ready to use a willing hole. The thought drifted across the link like a lazy ripple. Stag tried not to react. Lockjaw stood beside him near the hallway entrance, arms folded, silent and observant. Not interfering. Just watching. Spencer moved with predatory ease now, his grotesquely expanded frame parting dancers without effort. His skin had deepened to that slate-gray sheen, veins faintly pronounced under the lights. His teeth flashed too white when he smiled. Stag felt the moment Spencer’s attention locked onto someone. Oh. That one. The thought carried a flicker of amusement. Across the room, leaning against the bar, was a punk rocker with a bright red mohawk and nose ring, tunnels in his ears, tattoos and a leather jacket and chaps completed the look. The guy looked familiar in that vague way club regulars often did. Spencer’s thoughts sharpened again. I heard about him. Used to do adult films. Says he can take anything. Even hit me up a few times at the gym wanting to worship me. Now he can have his chance. The implication curled darkly beneath the surface. Stag could literally see the images flooding in from Spencer. The red-haired man with the mohawk bent over, moaning in ecstasy and agony. Spencer smacking his ass and pounding his new, massive dick as hard as he could until he roared aloud with each shot of blackened, tainted cum flooding his ass. The punk shivering and begging for yet another load as the virus quickly began to take hold in his battered and abused ass. Stag’s jaw tightened. He didn’t want to feel this. He didn’t want to see this. He didn’t want to care. But through the network, he could feel Spencer’s interest spike—curiosity sliding toward intent. Lockjaw noticed. “Your… boy seems enthusiastic, and just as twisted as someone else I know,” he remarked casually. Stag’s head snapped toward him. “He’s not my—” Lockjaw cut him off with a look. “Right.” The word wasn’t cruel. Just factual. Spencer approached the mohawked man, smile widening slightly. The punk laughed at something Spencer said, leaning closer, clearly interested. Stag felt the pull of it through the link. The ease. The connection. It made something twist in his chest. Lockjaw shifted his weight, watching Spencer’s body language with quiet assessment. Then, almost lazily, he said, “Funny how fast people move on. You must bring that out in people, Stag.” Stag didn’t respond. But the words hit. Because he remembered. He remembered standing in the doorway of their apartment, the gym bag still slung over his shoulder. The smell of cologne in the air that wasn’t his. The cardboard box half-packed on the bed. Spencer not looking at him. “I’m sor… actually, no. I’m not sorry. I just… I want something different, Bryce. And you clearly can’t give that to me.” Not angry. But cold, almost cruel. Just done. Stag had laughed then, too sharp and too loud, like it was a joke. He’d told Spencer he was being dramatic. That he’d been trying—hadn’t he? He’d quit smoking. Started lifting heavier. Tried to be less of an asshole. Tried to soften the sharp edges. Be more attentive. Hell, he’d even let Spencer top him whenever he asked. And it hadn’t mattered. He’d watched Spencer zip the suitcase. Load up the last few things into the box. Watched him leave. Now, across the dance floor, Spencer leaned in toward someone new, smiling like he’d never left anything behind. Lockjaw glanced sideways at Stag. “Seems happier on the longer leash,” he added mildly. That one landed harder than intended. Stag’s hands curled into fists. Through the network, Spencer’s excitement flared brighter. The infection hummed with it. He’s a horny little shit, Spencer thought. He’ll come with me. Almost seems to want it. Stag swallowed. He hadn’t expected the Alpha’s punishment to feel like this. Because it wasn’t pain. It was watching. Watching the man he’d infected—claimed—move through the world without him. And realizing that even now, Spencer didn’t need him to feel powerful. He didn’t actually need him at all. The Alpha did not need to step onto the dance floor to make himself known. His presence pressed into Stag’s mind like a hand on the back of his neck—firm, deliberate, undeniable. The music in the club dimmed beneath it, not physically but perceptually, as though the network itself shifted its attention. You disobeyed. The words were not shouted. They were simply placed inside Stag’s thoughts with surgical precision. Stag kept his posture rigid, refusing to bow his head even as the pressure increased. Across the room, Spencer’s laughter rang out, bright and easy as he leaned closer to the red-mohawked punk. The connection between them flared again—curiosity tipping toward intent. The Alpha let Stag feel it. Every flicker of Spencer’s rising hunger. Every pulse of anticipation. Every thread of desire building. Your punishment, the Alpha continued smoothly, is observation. Don’t think I can’t read your mind and know every little thought that went through your sick head, Bryce. I know exactly why you were so intent on infecting this one. A sharp spike of pain lanced through Stag’s skull when he tried to block the connection. Not enough to incapacitate—just enough to remind him who held control. You will watch him choose someone else. You will watch him take them. You will watch him enjoy it. Someone other than you. Lockjaw shifted beside him, sensing the tension spike but saying nothing. On the dance floor, Spencer placed a hand on the punk’s waist. The other man grinned, clearly interested, clearly flattered by the attention of someone built like Spencer had become—massive, sculpted, intoxicatingly confident. Stag’s throat tightened. The Alpha’s tone shifted, almost amused. Spread my strain. Increase our numbers. Do what I sent you out for. The command rippled outward through the network. Stag felt Lockjaw receive it. Felt the rest of their kind adjust, scatter, seek. Lockjaw gave Stag a sidelong look. “Well… looks like we got our orders.” Stag nodded once, jaw clenched. He would not give the Alpha the satisfaction of another outburst. Lockjaw peeled away toward the front entrance, eyes settling almost immediately on the club’s bouncer—a thick-necked man who had been watching the dance floor with detached boredom. Lockjaw’s stride was smooth, confident, and purposeful. Stag turned in the opposite direction. He found his target near the edge of the floor: a slim blond dressed as Glinda the Good Witch, glitter catching in his hair under the strobes, pink dress short enough to blur the line between costume and invitation. The same twink Stag had dismissed earlier with a sneer. The twink caught his eye and smiled shyly. Stag told himself this would be simple. Mechanical. Necessary. He didn’t look back at Spencer. But through the network, he could still feel him. Still hear the faint hum of anticipation building as Spencer guided the red-mohawked man toward a darker hallway. The Alpha’s presence lingered, heavy and observant. Watch him, it reminded him softly. And learn your place, Bryce. And Stag hated that he obeyed. The hallway near the storage rooms was quieter, the bass from the main floor reduced to a dull vibration in the walls. The Glinda-costumed twink followed Stag eagerly, heels clicking against concrete, glitter catching in the dim light. Up close, the kid smelled like cheap cologne and vodka. “You gonna just glare at me,” the twink teased lightly, brushing a hand against Stag’s chest, “or are we actually doing something?” Stag forced himself to focus. This was easy. It should be easy. He’d done this before—long before the infection. Cold detachment came naturally to him. He knew how to compartmentalize. How to separate physical action from emotional involvement. He reached out, gripping the twink’s waist, guiding him roughly back toward the wall. Through the network, Spencer’s presence pulsed brighter. The punk moaned as Spencer murmured in his ear, pulling his pants down and taking his ass in one quick movement. Spencer’s mental voice flickered across the network—curious, hungry, excited. Considering. Selecting his next victim. Stag’s jaw tightened. He leaned in closer to the twink, but his movements were mechanical now, delayed. There was no predatory thrill behind them. No hunger. The twink noticed. “You… um okay?” he asked, frowning faintly. “You look… distracted. Are we actually gonna do something?” “I’m fine,” Stag muttered. But he wasn’t. Because through the network he could feel Spencer stepping deeper into a side corridor. Feel as Spencer began to shoot his load. Feel Spencer’s excitement spike as the Alpha’s approval brushed against him. It was too much. The twink shifted under Stag’s grip, irritation replacing playfulness. “You’re kind of boring, you know that?” he said flatly. “The asshole act might be intense, but you’re not actually doing anything.” Stag blinked. “What?” “I said,” the twink snapped, shoving lightly at his chest, “you’re boring. If you’re not gonna make a move, I’ll go find someone who will.” The words hit harder than they should have. Boring. For a split second, the hallway vanished. He was back in his apartment. Back in the living room. Watching Spencer shove clothes into a duffel bag while refusing to meet his eyes. I need someone who actually makes me feel something, Bryce. You’re boring. And you’re not enough. This isn’t what I need, and you never will be. The twink rolled his eyes and pushed past him. “Jesus. I’ll find someone better.” The words overlapped perfectly with the memory. Stag didn’t move. Through the network, Spencer’s pleasure flared brighter—focused elsewhere now, locked on the red-mohawked man, already intent on pumping another tainted load into the man. The Alpha hummed approval at the progress. A hot spike of panic shot through Stag’s chest. What if Spencer didn’t need him anymore? What if this—this infection, this grotesque new power—was the only reason Spencer had ever looked back at him at all? What if even now he was just a stepping stone? Stag’s breathing grew uneven. His thoughts began to spiral. He tried to blink back the flood of tears threatening to come out of his eyes. Maybe I really am boring. Maybe I was never enough. Maybe this is the only way anyone would ever want me. The Alpha’s presence lingered at the edge of his mind, observant but silent. This was all for him. To give him what he wanted. Yeah, it gave me the infection, too, but – I needed a way to tie him to me. Permanently. And for what? He doesn’t even care now that he has what he wants. What do I do now? Lockjaw appeared at the end of the hall a moment later, posture loose but eyes sharp. There was a faint smear of dark residue on his jawline—evidence that he had already completed his assigned task. He slowed when he saw Stag standing there alone. “You're… done already?” Lockjaw asked, tone suspicious. Stag straightened too fast, blinking fast and planting a cocky grin on his face, letting out a carefree laugh as he spoke. “Yeah. Obviously.” Lockjaw didn’t look convinced. His gaze flicked past Stag toward the dance floor—toward Spencer—then back. “You’re staring at him still,” Lockjaw said quietly. Stag forced a scoff. “Fuck off… And mind your own business.” But Lockjaw didn’t move away. Instead, he gently stepped closer and lowered his voice. “You both dated, didn’t you? How long have you two been broken up?” The question landed heavier than the Alpha’s psychic pressure ever had. And for the first time since this all began— Stag didn’t have a ready answer.

I have experienced the same thing reading stories just like this one years ago. So are you going to stop taking your prep or have you already stopped taking it? Years ago when I first started having sex with guys instead of women I gave prep a lot of thought. But reading stories on this site convinced me that I really didn't want to take prep which I have not taken it. I enjoy getting fucked bare and wondering if this guy is Pozzing me.

Back home after the weekend in Berlin. Work didn't allow me to do all the naughty stuff I had hoped for, but I visit twice the Laboratory... At Naked Night and the Mask Party. It was a blast! I got bred by at least 15 different guys in different positions (and also I bred a couple of men), but the best part was at the Mask Party, daring to wait on my knees next to the urinals and ending up soaked in piss from all kinds of men. If anyone was there and this sounds familiar, write to me!

TL;DR: If you fuck, don't put side in your profiles. Yes, and the vast majority of men are misusing the term side because they have also selected either top or bottom. Sides don't have penetrative sex. At all. It's the reason the definition was created. If you fuck at all, you're not a side. If you are a side, you never fuck. Even if a guy has top as well as side in his profile, I've learned from experience not to reach out. If they reach out to me with fucking on their mind I'll be up front that fucking is the main event.

The next day was the same of going to work and then my class. I planned to go swimming at the pool on campus but the pump wasn't working so they shut down the pool temporarily. I decided to go back to work as I had stuff to do. The Department Secretary asked why I had come back and I explained why. I went back to my desk and worked. Around 5pm everyone left the office and I thought I was alone. Then I turned and saw Professor Post standing there in his usual tight cycling outfit with his cock rock hard pushing out. I took a look and then looked up at him. He smiled. "I heard about the pool, that sucks. If you want you come over to my place this weekend if you want to go for a swim. I might not be there as I have errands but you are more than welcome to." he said "Thank you. I have plans but if I have time I might stop by if that's ok" I said "Of course, no pressure. Come by if you can and want to. It's an open invite." he said "The code to the gate is 2453. I will leave some towels out for you. Also here is my phone number. Just text me if you plan to stop by." he said looking down at me "Ok thank you. I appreciate that" I said. As I looked down I saw his cock still hard. "Have a good night and hope to see you around" he said walking away. My cock was hard. I decided to get back to work and stayed at the office until 5:30p then went to go hang out with my friends at a bar. We went bar hopping and I got trashed. I got home around 11pm and then went straight to bed and passed out. I woke up late the next morning around 10am and was hung over. I took a shower and got something to eat. I lay on the couch watching TV. R-Hey what you doing? D- Lying on the couch R- No plans? D- no hung over from last night R- ABS? D- LOL...no drinking with friends R- How is your pussy doing? D- Horny;) R- What you been up to? D- Using the dildo R- no sex? ABS? D- no just dildo R- And you enjoy it? D- It's okay. It gets the job done but not satisfying. R- Yeah there is nothing like bare cock, right? I paused D- Yes D- What have you been up to? R- work and meetings. Also had a hook up last night. R- Image (Ricks cock in a twink looking bottom D- HOT! R- He was so tight. D- You cum in him? R- Of course. He begged for it. 20 yr old student never been fucked begged for my POZ cum. R- He is sorting out the PEP thing now but keeps texting me wanting to come back and get fucked again D- are you? R- we will see. I have another twink send me pics of his ass and dressed in sexy outfits. D- Like? R- Thongs, Jstrap, booty shorts, even lingerie D- that turn you on? R- Of course R- Gotta go to meet co-workers for lunch R- You should get out and do something today. Don't be alone. You sound bummed. D- I am. Good advice. R TTYL and remember to take your PEP. D- yes taking it now

As I drove home I reflected on what just happened. I went into an adult store and sucked cock and got fucked up the ass by total strangers. What is happening to me? I was confused and tired. Rather than sort it out I turned on the radio, blasted the music and drove home. I woke up the next morning and Rick texted me. R- so did you go to the ABS? D- Yes R-And tell me all I went over the night telling him how I sucked a guy off then got fucked by several guys including POZ guys R-Did you take your PEP? D-Yesterday yes. I will soon. R- Ok don't forget D- I won't R- Did any of them use condoms? D- Yes one guy did R-And D- I honestly didn't like the way it felt. It didn't really feel good. I couldn't feel the shape of the cock and it rubbing my inside. It felt plasticky. R- That's good D- ? R-Cause it means your pussy is sensitive and can really feel the cock. My ass tingled as I read that. D- yeah I guess so. Bare cock feel so much better in me. I feel more connected to the top. R-Yes you can. And your pussy is so amazing it latches on to the cock and milks it D- blush R- lol D- Its funny I hated condoms as a top but didn't realize the girls probably didn't like the feeling either....lol R- yeah they probably didn't but I think your pussy is more sensitive as theirs. It's definitely tighter: R- How did you feel at the end of the night? I paused a minute before responding. R-? D-Confused. It was a wild experience. I never thought I would do something like that. Give bj and get fucked by strangers in a public place. R-Did you enjoy it? D- Yes I think so. It was a new experience. R- You enjoy getting fucked by strangers? D- A couple of them yes. The two married guys not that much. R-Sorry gotta run back into my meeting R- Make sure to take your PEP D- Yes Daddy After we stopped texting I took my PEP got ready for work and school and left the house. I got to work and it was pretty routine then I went to class and then met my friends for drinks and pizza. I got home around 10pm and watched some TV. I was horny and ended up pulling out the dildo and fucking myself and jacked off. I came all over my stomach and ate my cum. R-What you up to? D-I just jacked off. R-LOL I have good timing. R- You going to the ABS D- No don't feel like it. What are you up to? R- Just finished fucking a hot boy. D- He is so lucky. How old was he? R- 19 yrs old just like you:) D- He know you are POZ? R- Yes that's how we met. He wanted to take my POZ load in him D- He on PREP? R- NO D-Wow that amazes me. He wants HIV. Rick didn't respond for a few minutes. D-? I waited a few more minutes. R- It is more than just wanting HIV. He and other want the intimacy and connection with the top. To offer himself to me, to give himself and accept my seed. My heart raced and my hole twitched reading it. I also got a warm feeling inside. D- I understand D- I miss you R- I miss you too R- What are you up to this weekend? I am not going to be home for a bit. My trip is going to be longer and I wont be home until Sunday. D-:( D- I don't know. R- going to bed now I have to get up early. TTYL D- Night I lay down in bed and thought of what he said about that guy he fucked and what Rick thought. I rubbed my cock and just thinking about it it just started to release cum. Not a lot as I just came but I had an orgasm so easily. That was a new thing. I just chalked it to being horny. I licked it up and fell asleep.

Sadly it's the end of an era with actual cinemas, probably killed by apps and online porn. Most of the current options near me that use the word "cinema" are just rooms with a big screen (often CRT!) TV and chairs they seemingly scavenged from a wedding planner. I was lucky enough about 15ish years ago to be in Toledo OH for a work conference and "discover" the Westwood Theater, a 1920s cinema that showed porn on the big screen with the original red velvety seats intact. I was probably the youngest guy there, and dressed like a slut, which seemed to attract a lot of attention. The regulars there on that day knew the routine: after the staff guy did his rounds they'd have about an hour of debauchery before he came back, threatened to throw you onto the street and call the police if he saw anyone playing. (I still don't understand that, the activity was obvious, maybe it was some weird Ohio law? I'd love an answer if anyone knows). Anyhow, after he (loudly) walked through, I was taken to the front of the theater, stripped, and spit roasted by numerous guys in front of the screen. Still one of my best cruising experiences! I heard it closed shortly after, but the memories are with me forever.

Old enuf to have experienced actual sex in porn cinemas, could just cry remembering full on anal WITH KISSING orgies in the 80's. Last couple of times I went, NOTHING, just guys waiting, not even jerking. Last time I saw action was when a guy took out a 9 inch, then they all wanted some, and of course the 9incher only allowed the hot guy to suck him. That's it, just fkn oral. Fuck porn theaters, now waste of time. Just me? or you all still having full on sex? Asking non-big-dick guys of course😉

Wish I had! I love those kind of challenges, especially when the guy grabs me by the ears with his big, hairy paws and forces that fat, uncut daddymeat past my tonsils ...😈😈😈

Decades ago, on college, whenever I’d trek to NYC, I’d have so much fun at the Manhattan porn cinemas. I was only just coming out of the closet so loved the secretive aspect of it all. Hilariously, when I first saw cinema houses with “All male movies,” I didn’t make the connection. I thought they were standard movies but with just male actors—that sounded boring. And then I figured it out!

You are so right, I spent many days and nights going to the Pilgrim, would get fucked there often, sometimes just standing at the back wall as you entered, in the seats, and yes the basement toilet was great, could fucked there on all 4's while another was pissing all over me! Did you ever try the the little side dark room, that was so hot

The Fair Theater is the only one I know in NYC. I hit that up regularly. Surprising mix of older and younger guys there, though a lot of the older folks actually just sit around in the lobby area and chat. Like a big gay social club with raw sex in the back. Kinda a perfect atmosphere, really!

We have 3 in montreal. I go often and get used by much older men. It's great.

Wish there were more left in NYC. I used to live in those booths lol

RIP City of Brotherly Love

i love cheating behind my partner. after i just moved in his place, we had quite a bit of raw sex, but its never enough. because he worked long hours, he left before 7am and came home only around 10pm on working day, and i came home from work around 7pm. during these 2-3 hours i was able to find guys invite back home and had hot bareback breeding sex. when my partner return to his hometown, he always went away for 5 days at least. i would bring guys back home 3some 4some bb breeding sex in the house. sometimes i also went to gay sauna for that. while i was attached with my partner, i was also rawfucked and bred by my ex top boyfriend on regular basis. now i cant do such cheating, as we are in open relationship.

Same and you’re absolutely right which is why I love to get spit roasted! Also love when they pull out of my hole and shoot in my mouth then pop it back in my hole and either keep going or finish there

I love being spit roasted so both holes receive loads

when i was with my ex bf, he whored me out as bareback bottom seeking to collect sperms in my ass. he would watch me get rawfucked by many different men and i was totally loving it.

Horny as ffuck