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The air in The Megaplex was thick and heavy, a humid soup of sweat, disinfectant, and the sharp, metallic tang of poppers. For Leo, a nineteen-year-old who still felt like a boy playing dress-up in his tight tank top and jeans, it was overwhelming. He’d come seeking something, a validation he couldn’t name, a thrill to pierce the gray fog of his suburban life. Providence’s infamous sex club was a labyrinth of dark hallways, moans echoing behind closed doors, and the rhythmic thud of a distant bass line that seemed to match the frantic pulse in his chest. He’d found a small, private room—little more than a cubicle with a vinyl mattress on the floor—and claimed it as his own. Exhausted from the sensory overload and the anxiety of being watched, he lay down, meaning to rest for just a moment. The low hum of the club’s ventilation system was a lullaby, and he drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. He was jolted awake not by a sound, but by a weight. A heavy body was on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. A rough, calloused hand clamped over his mouth, stifling his instinctive cry. Panic, cold and sharp, flooded his veins. His eyes, wide in the gloom, could barely make out the silhouette of a man—a large, muscular frame, a shaved head, the glint of a silver ring in his ear. “Shhh,” a low voice growled, hot and sour against his ear. “Just take it.” Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He struggled, but the man’s weight was immense, an anchor holding him down. The hand over his mouth was removed, but before he could draw a breath to scream, a small glass bottle was pressed under his nose. “Breathe in, boy. Deep.” The chemical rush was instantaneous, a dizzying wave that made his head spin and his muscles relax against his will. The room swam in a kaleidoscope of colors. His fear was still there, but it was muted, distant, like watching a disaster unfold on television. He felt his jeans being yanked down, the cool air a shock against his exposed skin. Then, the pressure of something hard and insistent against his hole. The man grunted, working himself inside. It was a brutal, aggressive entry, forcing a pained gasp from Leo’s lips. The man stopped, buried deep within him, and leaned close again. “Got a choice for you, kid,” he rasped, his voice a cruel vibration in Leo’s ear. He gestured with his head toward the door. “See that? I can leave it open. Let everyone walking by see what a good little slut you are, taking it. If I do that, I’ll use a rubber. Your choice.” He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. “Or… I can close the door. Give us some privacy. Just you and me. But if I do that, I’m going in raw. Bareback. So what’s it gonna be? Show the world what you are, or keep it just between us?” Tears welled in Leo’s eyes, blurring the already dim room. The thought of being on display, a spectacle for the anonymous men shuffling past, was a humiliation that made his stomach turn. To be seen in this moment of violation, this complete loss of control, was a fate worse than the act itself. The shame of it would be permanent. He squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear tracing a path through the grime on his cheek. “Closed,” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “Close the door.” A low, triumphant chuckle was his only answer. The man shifted, and Leo heard the definitive click of the lock sliding into place. The small room was now a sealed tomb. The man began to move, his thrusts hard and punishing. There was no pretense of pleasure, no connection—only a primal, selfish taking. The poppers had worn off, and every sensation was sharp and raw. The friction, the burn, the feeling of being utterly filled and used. Leo didn’t fight anymore. He lay there, a passive vessel for the man’s aggression. He turned his face into the vinyl mattress and cried, silent, heaving sobs that wracked his small frame. He had made his choice. He had chosen the private violation over the public one, the secret poison over the known shame. And as he gave up his ass, he felt a part of himself break away, leaving behind nothing but an empty, aching void. 0%

I found him on BBRT a couple weeks ago. 23, lean and ripped and newly diagnosed poz. A few messages and I was in the car on my way over. I pulled up in front of the building and could feel my blood pounding in my temples. I got out of the car and could hear crickets. Neighbors were watching tv and getting their kids ready for bed. I climbed to the second floor of his apt building and rang the doorbell. I was so tempted to run away. But my cock was stiffening in my pants at the thought of taking his poz load deep up my neg ass. I'm 25 and in good shape, and have been taking it raw now and then for over a year. Nothing like knowing a top is flooding me with his seed. For longer than that I've been jerking off to the idea of getting knocked up by a hot poz-fucker. No idea why it turns me on but it gets me going like nothing else. So the other night was the end of a long journey to pozzed bottom, and this newly diagnosed boy was happy to help. He opened the door and smiled. Wearing only basketball shorts I could already see his semi hard cock hanging down his thigh. We made out on the couch as soon as I got in the door and then we paused. I asked him about his viral load. "Over a million" was his reply. My cock stiffened and my mouth was immediately on his 7 inch beauty. He moaned and stroked the back of my head, then made me stop. "Don't make me cum in your mouth." "That would be a waste" I joked. We stripped down and went to the bedroom. He started rimming my hole and fingering me pretty rough, doing a good job at getting the hole prepped for his dick. Then he did it. I looked deep into his brown eyes and felt the head of his dick, his poz dick, press against my hole. He hadn't used a lot of lube, but he was precumming like crazy. I closed my eyes and took in what was happening. This hot guy just a couple years younger than me was willingly infecting me at my request and we were both loving it. I felt his cock slide all the way in and thought about the virus-charged precum coating the inside of my ass and being absorbed into my blood. I already knew that particles of the virus were finding their way into me. My cock was like granite and bounced up and down as he picked up his pace and fucked me harder and deeper. He plowed me for a good ten minutes, roughing up my hole with his dick. The only sounds were his breathing, my heart pounding in my ears, and the bed sqeaking under his assault. My hole got slicker and slicker from his toxic precum. He mostly kept his eyes locked on mine and I kept mine locked on his, enjoying the fuck and imagining the massive amount of HIV coursing through his blood, into his precum, and into me. Finally, he got a wicked grin and said, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." "Fuck yeah, infect me" I urged him. I couldn't believe the words left my mouth or the smile that overtook me when I said it. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, and grunted quietly as his cock started to inject his massive viral deposit deep into my guts. He shot what must have been a multi-day load up in there, and I came instantly knowing that billions of particles of HIV were exploding into my body through his dick. He fucked it in deeper, then just lay there with his semi hard cock plugging my hole. When he went a little softer and we just laid there panting, I felt some cum trickle back out, and I wiped it up with my finger and looked at it, mesmerized. "Wow that was fucking hot" was all I could say. "Fuck yeah" he panted. "Do it again." His wicked grin came back and he fucked me again, shooting another viral deposit deep inside me. By the time the night was done, he had put his HIV-laced cum into my ass three times. When I left, he told me to keep in touch. And I will. Tonight, I have swollen lymph nodes and a low-grade fever. I had massive flu-like symptoms for a couple days earlier in the week. In my bones, I know his attempt took and massive stores of the virus are pumping through my veins and in my dick. So we're chatting on BBRT right now. And he's getting a 24-yo neg bottom over there for us to share. I won't be lying when I tell him my last HIV test was just a couple weeks ago, and I'll be the one taking my new friend's cum one more time. Just in case we need to try again.

Hey everyone — time for the next part! Mark is back, and this time Stefan, his brother-in-arms, stands beside him as they move to seal the deal. I can’t wait to hear what you think. Thanks so much for sticking with the story! Part 15: The Two-Headed God The elevator doors slide open, and the scent of the corridor hits you first—that sterile, lemony cleaner smell that always promises something dirty is about to happen. Your heart isn't just pounding; it's a frantic drum against your ribs, a primal beat of pure, unadulterated need. Room 714. You've been staring at that number on your phone for two weeks, tracing the digits with your thumb while you jacked off, imagining this exact moment. Now you're here, your cock already a hard, heavy line in your jeans, about to meet the two men who are going to poison you. This isn't something that's happening to you. This is something you're choosing. Every step down this corridor is a conscious decision to walk toward the fire, to finally feel the heat you've been chasing for months. You knock. The sound is loud, final. The door opens and your world shrinks to the man standing there. Mark. It's not just seeing him; it's a physical blow, a wave of pure emotion that almost buckles your knees. The air rushes from your lungs. All the weeks of waiting, of fantasizing, of aching for him — it all collapses into this single, overwhelming moment. He's shirtless, and your eyes drink him in like a man dying of thirst. That darkly-haired chest, the landscape of muscle and thick, wiry hair you've been dreaming of touching, is right here. He's wearing grey sweatpants, and the thought that he might be commando underneath, that his potent cock is just inches away from being free, sends a jolt of pure electricity through you. His bare feet on the carpet, the casual, domestic intimacy of it all — it's everything you've craved. This isn't just lust; it's a profound, aching sense of coming home. Your balls tighten with a desperate, possessive need, and all you want is to fall into his arms and never leave. He doesn't give you time to say a word. He grabs you by the front of your shirt, pulls you inside, and slams the door shut behind you. His mouth is on yours instantly, a hungry, possessive kiss that tastes of him — just him, that familiar, intoxicating flavor you've been craving for weeks. You've been starving for this, and you can feel he has, too. His hands are everywhere, gripping your ass, pulling your hips against his so you can feel how hard he is. "Great to see you! Fuck, I've missed this," he growls against your lips. "Missed you." When you finally break apart, gasping, you see him. Stefan. He's on the sofa, and even sitting down, his presence fills the room. Your eyes are first drawn to his face. His blonde hair is styled neatly, with a slight wave that softens his strong jawline and warm, expressive blue eyes. He looks like a man at ease — relaxed yet alert, powerful yet approachable. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips, as if he can read every filthy thought running through your head. Your gaze travels down, over the simple white tank top that exposes his broad, muscular shoulders, the material stretched tight across his well-defined chest. It's so thin you can't miss the glint of fat nipple piercings — not typical straight barbells, but big chunky rings that highlight his prominent, pinky-sized nipples, a testament to years of heavy tit play. Then, you allow yourself to look lower, to the powerful, muscular legs exposed by his silky white boxer shorts. But it's the heavy, distinct bulge in the front that makes your breath catch. The fabric is tight enough to promise a formidable weapon even at rest. As you watch, mesmerized, you see it — a slow, thick pulse. A single, powerful beat of his heart making his heavy cock throb against the thin silk. It's a silent, arrogant display of potency. You can't see the scorpion tattoo yet, but you know it's there, coiled and ready at the base of that impressive shaft, a promise of the power he's about to share with you. Every inch of him screams that he is a man who knows exactly how to use the weapon he carries. He rises with an easy grace and crosses the room toward you. His face breaks into a warm, genuine smile, and when he reaches you, he pulls you into a firm, welcoming hug. His strong arms wrap around you, and you feel the hard warmth of his chest against yours, those chunky nipple rings pressing into your skin through the thin fabric. But it's not just his chest you feel. Lower, unmistakable, the heavy weight of his cock presses against your thigh, thick and warm even through the silk of his boxers. It's not predatory. It's not sizing you up. It's the embrace of a brother welcoming you home. "Finally," he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble that you feel in your chest. "Mark hasn't shut up about you for weeks. I feel like I already know you." He holds the embrace a moment longer, his lips brushing your ear as he adds a whisper meant only for you. "Wanna feel my scorpion sting you from the inside. Poison you for life." As he says it, you feel his bulge give a slow, powerful throb against your thigh, a silent, filthy confirmation of his words. Then he pulls back, his hands still on your shoulders, his blue eyes warm and sincere. "Welcome. Truly." You feel it instantly—the same ease, the same connection you feel with Mark. There's no awkwardness, no jealousy, no competition. Just filthy warmth. These two men are a unit, and they're opening that unit to include you. "He's been excited," Stefan adds with a knowing grin. He gestures toward Mark's sweatpants, and your eyes follow. There, at the front, is a dark, wet stain spreading across the soft fabric. Mark's cock is now visibly hard, tenting the material, and it's been leaking so much precum that it's soaked through. "We've both been saving up for you. Haven't cum in days. Our balls are fucking aching." Mark doesn't look embarrassed. He looks proud. He palms his wet bulge and grins at you. "All for you. Been saving up every last drop. My viral load's been climbing. Fucking potent right now." "Let's get you comfortable," Mark murmurs into your ear, his breath hot. His hands move to your jacket, and then your shirt, pulling them off. Stefan's hands go to your jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper. They work in tandem, a seamless, silent team, stripping you down until you're standing in just your underwear, a black v-neck t-shirt with matching black underpants, your skin tingling, your cock straining against the fabric. Then they guide you to the sofa. The heat in the room is a palpable thing, a warm, living presence that seems to radiate from their bodies. They sit first, and Mark pulls you down between them. You sink into the soft cushions, and immediately you're enveloped. Mark's muscular arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you tight against his bare, hairy chest. You can feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against your back. Stefan scoots close on your other side, his thigh pressed firmly against yours. It doesn't feel like being trapped. It feels like being held. Like being home. The room is cozy, lived-in. A bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table with three empty glasses, and the faint, sweet smell of cannabis hangs in the air. Mark picks up the bottle and pours three generous measures, the amber liquid catching the warm lamplight. He hands you a glass, and you take a sip. The whiskey is smooth and peaty, with a hint of smoke that reminds you of campfires, of late nights with close friends, of secrets shared in the dark. It tastes like trust. Like belonging. Mark picks up a joint and lights it, taking a deep drag before passing it to you. You inhale, the sweet smoke filling your lungs, and the buzz starts to creep in, loosening your muscles, quieting the noise in your head. You pass it to Stefan, your fingers brushing, and he takes a long, slow pull, his blue eyes crinkling with a smile. "To us," Mark says simply, raising his glass. His free hand finds yours, squeezing gently. "To our shared poison," Stefan adds, his voice a low, warm rumble, his eyes locking with yours. "To the gift," Mark corrects with a grin. You raise your own glass, and for the first time in longer than you can remember, you feel like you're exactly where you're supposed to be. "To the gift," you say, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. The clink of glasses is the only sound needed. The words hang in the air for a moment, and then the silence returns, filled with a new, thicker kind of electricity. The talking is over. But beneath the words, there's a current of electricity. It starts with Stefan's fingers tracing a prominent vein on your inner thigh, each hair he is touching giving you goosebumps of excitement, a slow, deliberate path upwards that makes your breath hitch. At the same time, Mark's hand slides under your t-shirt to your chest, his fingers combing through the hair there, his thumb circling your nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. A sharp bolt of pleasure shoots directly to your cock, and you feel a sudden, warm wetness as you leak precum into your underwear. Emboldened, you reach across, your own fingers exploring Stefan’s tight stomach, feeling a solid six-pack beneath the thin fabric of his tank top. You brush against the hard metal of his chunky nipple rings, teasing them just as Mark's teasing you. A low groan rumbles in his chest and you feel it—the heavy bulge in his shorts gives a powerful, answering throb. You lock eyes with him, a deep, silent acknowledgment of the power you all hold over each other. Stefan's gaze drops from yours, down to your crotch. He sees the dark, damp spot spreading on the front of your black underwear. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips. He moves his hand from your thigh, his finger pressing directly over the wet fabric, feeling the heat of your leak. He holds your gaze as he brings his finger up, glistening with a smear of your precum, and extends it toward Mark. Mark leans in, his eyes never leaving yours. He first takes in the smell of your cum, then takes Stefan's finger into his mouth, sucking your precum off with a soft, possessive hum. Stefan's eyes twinkle with devilish delight as he pulls his hand back. "I think he's ready for our treat," he murmurs, his voice a low, conspiratorial rumble. "Time for show and tell." Mark stands, and with a deliberate, almost ceremonial slowness, he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his neatly trimmed dark pubes and the top of his cock, which is straining to break free. He takes your hand and guides it down, pressing your fingers into the wiry hair at the base of his shaft. "Feel it," he murmurs. You explore the warm skin with your fingertips, and then you feel it—a slight, raised texture. You lean in closer, your breath catching. There, almost invisible unless you're touching it, is a small, black biohazard symbol. It's not a loud, proud brand meant for the world to see. It's a secret, a quiet affirmation, the lines still sharp and dark against his skin. It's a testament. A declaration. He went from shame to pride, and this is the proof — worn not on his sleeve, but in the most intimate place he has, a promise made only to himself and to the men he shares this with. Visible only to those who are close enough, willing enough, deserving enough to know. "My new testament," Mark says, his voice soft with emotion. "I got it last month. For me. For us. For what we are." Stefan rises next. He grabs the hem of his white tank top and peels it off over his head in one smooth, powerful motion, tossing it aside. The movement reveals his broad, muscular chest covered in a thick golden fur and the impressive nipple rings. He turns slightly, giving you a profile view, but his eyes are locked on yours. "This one," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "you have to feel in motion." He takes your hand—not gently, like Mark did, but with a firm, possessive grip—and places it directly on his hip, over the large, bold scorpion. The black ink is stark against his warm skin. He then uses his own hand to guide yours, forcing your fingers to trace the thick, raised lines of its body. He makes you follow the curve of its tail, an unmistakable arrow pointing downward. "Mark told you about my stinger, didn't he?" he murmurs, a wicked glint in his eyes. He guides your hand all the way across his six-pack, down his trimmed pubes, pressing your palm flat against the heavy, throbbing bulge in his shorts. "Feel that? That's the power behind the poison." He releases your hand, but you keep it there, mesmerized by the heat and the pulse. He taps the tip of the scorpion's tail, right where your hand rests. "Got it the year I was diagnosed. It's been pointing the way for every toxic load I've ever given. And tonight..." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "...it's pointing right at you." They both look at you. It's your turn. But you don't move. Stefan does. He closes the distance between you, his eyes holding yours. He doesn't kneel; he just squats slightly, his hands hooking into the waistband of your black underwear, pulling them down in one slow, deliberate motion. Your cock springs free, semi-hard from the charged atmosphere. And there, glinting in the warm light, is your heavy stainless-steel Prince Albert. A thick, 00-gauge circular barbell, the weight of it pulling your cockhead down slightly, the metal warm from your body heat. Stefan reaches out, not to touch the metal, but to cup the weight of your cockhead in his palm, feeling the heft of it. "Fuck," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine awe. "That's some serious metal." "My testament," you say, your voice steadier than you expected. "I got it years ago. It's always felt like a mark of who I am. Who I want to be." Mark moves behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his chin on your shoulder. He reaches around, his own fingers tracing the warm metal ring, a reverent touch. "I've always wanted to feel one of these from the inside," he growls softly in your ear. "Maybe next time. Because tonight... tonight is all about us breeding you." Stefan's gaze is intense, analytical. He uses his thumb to gently flick the heavy barbell, watching your cockhead bob in response. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. "It's the perfect tool for breeding," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. "That heavy ring is solid steel — harder than any cock. When fucking, it'll clap against the bottom's prostate with every thrust, milking him from the inside, sending him into heaven while at the same time causing some serious damage. Ripping you open so the poison takes hold for good." The image is so potent, so filthy, that a fresh bead of precum wells up at your tip, gathering on the steel. Stefan looks from your cock, up to your eyes, and while looking over to Mark, licks it off with his tongue. A new kind of intensity crosses his face, a decision being made in real time. "I'm getting one," he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. It's not a question. It's a declaration. "To match these." He flicks one of his own chunky nipple rings, making a soft tink against the metal. "We'll all have steel. A matching set. A triad of toxicity." Mark's eyes light up, tightening his arm around you from behind. "Fuck yes," he growls, his voice thick with emotion. "Us. Forged in steel." Stefan releases your cock and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag. Inside are three home HIV test kits. Your stomach flips. "But first," Stefan says, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, "a ritual. We need to know where we all stand." He hands out the kits, and the three of you sit back down on the sofa, side by side, performing the tests together. The prick of the lancet, the drop of blood. Nobody speaks. The only sound is breathing. The silence is thick as the liquid creeps across the test strips. Stefan's result comes first. Two lines. Bold, prominent, undeniable. He holds it up, and you feel a jolt go through you — not of surprise, but of finality. This is real. All the talk, the bravado, the stories of him being a potent giftgiver... it wasn't just a fantasy. He wasn't just bragging. Here is the proof. Mark's is next. Two lines. Just as clear, just as strong. You've seen his before, but seeing it again now, next to Stefan's, feels like watching two pillars of a new world being erected. And then yours. You stare at the strip, praying for a second line to appear. But there's only one. A single, stark, mocking line. Still negative. Still on the outside looking in. The disappointment is a familiar, bitter taste in your mouth, a knot of failure in your gut. You've tried so many times, and still nothing. Your body is a fortress, its gates locked tight, and you hate it. Stefan takes your test strip from your trembling hand. He holds it up next to his and Mark's, the contrast stark and undeniable. Two bold, confident lines on theirs. One lonely, pathetic line on yours. Black and white. Poz and neg. The evidence of your separation, displayed for all to see. A stark reminder that you are the one who is still empty. Stefan leans closer, his blue eyes boring into yours. Mark pulls you back into his arms, his warm palm on your chest, holding you in place. "You can still walk away," Stefan says, his voice a low, intense whisper. "Right now. Go home, stay negative. Live your normal life. No one will judge you." He pauses, letting the words sink in. "Are you really sure you want to move on?" Your heart hammers against Mark's palm. You look from Stefan's piercing eyes to the torn pieces of your test strip on the floor. "Yes," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm sure." "This isn't a game," Mark murmurs into your ear, his breath hot. "What we're about to do... it changes you on a cellular level. It rewires you. The second line – once it is there, it will never disappear. There's no undoing it. Ever. Are you ready to be poz for life?" The finality in his voice makes your cock throb. "Yes," you say, louder this time. "I'm so ready." Stefan's gaze doesn't waver. He holds your eyes captive. "Once you take our seed, you take our strain. You become part of us. Our brother. You'll carry this with you forever. Is that what you want? To be ours?" "Yes," you breathe, the word filled with a desperate, aching need. "I want to be yours." Instead of pulling back, they both press in closer. Stefan's hands grip your thighs, while Mark's arms tighten around your chest, trapping you between their bodies. Stefan's intense expression softens into one of knowing, predatory understanding. "We knew you would answer like that," he says, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "We knew you would commit. You've already gone too far. You've felt the thrill too many times. "It starts with the thrill of a stranger's raw cock in your ass, doesn't it? That moment of surrender where you throw away the condom and feel his skin against yours, every thrust a gamble. You're not just getting fucked; you're playing Russian roulette with your own blood, wondering if this is the one, if his load is the winning ticket. "Then it evolves. It's no longer enough to just risk it. You start actively seeking the poison. The thrill of taking a poz load and feeling it burn inside you, that warm, toxic heat spreading through you, marking you from the inside. You lie awake at night replaying it, your hand on your hole, trying to feel the ghost of his cum still inside you, praying it took hold. "And the obsession consumes you. The thrill of jerking off for weeks afterward, not just to the memory, but to the symptoms. Every little cough, every fever, every swollen gland becomes a sign, a miracle. You're not just praying to get sick anymore; you're worshipping the virus as your new god. You're praying for the conversion flu, for the moment your body finally surrenders and is reborn. There's no going back to safe sex for you anymore. This isn't a choice; it's an inevitability. You are more than ready. You're already one of us in your head. We're just here to make it official." A slow, warm smile transforms his face. He nods, a gesture of profound welcome. "Good," he says. "Then let's get started." They guide you to the bed, and the atmosphere shifts from ritual to something rawer, more primal. You're already naked from the reveal, your skin prickling with anticipation. Mark sheds his sweatpants, freeing his hard cock —t hick and veined, the familiar weapon you've dreamed about for weeks. Stefan strips off his shorts, his massive cock springing free, and settles at the edge of the bed. He wraps his fist around the thick shaft and strokes slowly, his gaze never leaving you, watching you like a gift he's about to share. Mark lays you down on the soft sheets and positions himself between your legs. He reaches for the lube on the nightstand and slicks himself up, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've been thinking about this," he murmurs, positioning the head of his cock against your hole. He doesn't push. Not yet. He just rests there, the hot, spongy tip kissing your entrance. You feel a warm slickness begin to spread—his precum, leaking steadily onto your vulnerable skin. "Feel that?" Mark whispers, his voice thick with lust. "That's my precum. Already toxic. Already soaking into that thin skin around your hole. My poison is touching you right now, seeping in before I even start fucking you." He circles his hips gently, smearing more of his slick fluid around your opening. The sensation is maddening — so close, but not yet inside. "One last time," he says, his eyes searching yours. "Are you fine with this? Are you aware of what's about to happen? Once I push in, I will not pull out anymore before I cum. There's no going back. My charged cock is going to be inside you, leaking poison with every stroke. Is that what you want?" "Yes," you breathe. "I want it. Please." He pushes forward, and you gasp as the head of his cock breaches you. It's slow, deliberate, savoring. He fills you inch by inch, and you feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his heartbeat through his shaft. Then he stops. You can feel him pressing against your inner ring, that second gate that guards your deepest places. The stretch is intense, and your body instinctively tenses. Stefan moves then. He rises from the edge of the bed, his hard cock bobbing as he climbs over to your side. He lies down beside you, his warm body pressing against yours. His palm finds your chest, fingers threading through your fur, feeling the rapid hammer of your heartbeat. "Breathe," Stefan murmurs, his voice low and soothing. His fingers find your nipple and begin to play with it, rolling and tugging gently. "You know you want this. You've wanted this all along. Your body knows. Just let it happen." He leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, his tongue exploring your mouth with a tenderness that contrasts with the pressure inside your gut. You melt into the kiss, and you feel your body responding — your inner ring relaxing, widening millimeter by millimeter, surrendering to the inevitable, the inevitable Mark. "There you go," Mark whispers, and he begins to sink deeper, gliding through that second gate, filling you completely. When he's fully seated, his balls pressed against your ass, he pauses, letting you adjust, letting you feel the weight of him inside you. "There," he whispers. "Right where I belong." He starts to move. First slow and short strokes, barely pulling out before pushing back in, letting your body adjust to his presence. Then longer, deeper strokes, his rhythm building. It's everything you remember. Passionate, rhythmic, intimate. He maintains eye contact, whispering endearments, telling you how beautiful you are, how perfectly you take his charged cock, how much he's missed this. Stefan stays at your side, his hand still on your chest, his lips near your ear. "That's it," he murmurs. "Let him in. Work for his gift. Squeeze his cock. Milk his poison out of him." His words send shivers through you, and you clench around Mark's shaft, drawing a groan from him. Mark's strokes are deep and measured now, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, his pace quickening. The room fills with the wet sounds of fucking, the slap of skin against skin, your mingled moans and gasps. Stefan watches, stroking his own cock slowly, his eyes burning with hunger. "I'm close," Mark warns, his voice ragged. "I'm going to fill you up. Going to knock you up. Once more — really last chance: You want that?" "Hell, yes," you gasp. "Give it to me. Now! Please ..." He buries himself to the hilt and freezes, his whole body shuddering. You feel his cock pulse inside you, feel the hot flood of his toxic seed coating your insides. He groans your name into your neck, his hips jerking with each spurt, pumping you full of his poison. His body shudders to a halt, but he stays buried inside you. His cock remains a rigid, pulsing spear of flesh, so engorged with blood that deflation is a distant thought. He resumes a gentle rocking, his strokes no longer for pleasure but for purpose. He's massaging his seed into you, pushing it deeper, churning it into your guts until every drop is settled where it belongs. "Let it soak in," he whispers against your lips. "Let my babies find their new home." Only when his cock finally begins to soften does he slowly, reluctantly pull out. You feel the emptiness immediately, the loss of his presence. But you also feel the warm, heavy weight of his load settling deep inside you, exactly where it belongs. You feel the emptiness immediately, the loss of his presence. But it doesn't last long. Stefan is already moving, his eyes blazing with a dark fire. He's been stroking himself slowly on the edge of the bed while watching Mark breed you, and the sight has clearly pushed him to the brink. He loves this. Loves sloppy seconds, loves churning another man's toxic load into a willing hole. "My turn," he says, his voice a low growl, thick with lust. "On your stomach. Now." The command is sharp, and you obey instantly, flipping over. Mark, recovering but far from finished, moves in front of you. He sits back against the headboard, his legs spread, and pulls your head into his lap. His softening cock rests against your cheek, sticky with his own cum. He strokes your hair, his touch gentle, grounding you. Stefan doesn't use more lube. He doesn't need to. Mark's toxic load is already inside you, slicking your channel, preparing you for him. He kneels behind you, lines up his massive cock, and pushes forward. The angle is deeper, more intense. You feel every inch of his intimidating girth forcing you open. "Fuck," he breathes, sinking in to the root. "So wet. So sloppy. Mark did a good job priming you." He starts to fuck you, and his style is immediately different. Harder. More assertive. His strokes are powerful, almost punishing, driving deep into your guts with each thrust. The sound is obscene — a wet, squelching, churning noise as his cock pistons through Mark's load, pushing it deeper, mixing it. Mark tilts your head up and kisses you, soft and deep, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking you're receiving from behind. "That's it," he murmurs against your lips. "Take him. Let him churn my load into you. Feel how deep he's getting? Let him seal your fate!" "You hear that?" Stefan grunts, his hips snapping forward. "That's the sound of conversion. I'm stirring his poz cum into you. Pushing his babies right up against your gut. And then I'm going to add mine. We're going to mix our strains inside you and create something new. Something that's part of both of us. A part of you." Suddenly, Stefan slows his thrusts. "Mark," he grunts, a command in his voice. "Get under there. I want you to taste this." Mark moves with a fluid grace. He releases your head and slides down the bed, maneuvering his body until he's lying on his back, his head and shoulders nestled between your thighs and Stefan's knees. His face is now directly beneath your hole, and his hardening cock, still sticky with his seed, rises right in front of your lips. Stefan resumes his powerful rhythm, and the moment he pulls back on an outward stroke, a new, shocking sensation electrifies you. A wet, firm pressure. It's Mark's tongue, laving over your stretched rim and lapping at the base of Stefan's cock, relishing in the cum being pulled out. You gasp, your mouth falling open, and Mark takes the opportunity to push the head of his now-hard cock against your lips. The taste of his dried cum on his skin is intoxicating. Stefan slams back in, driving the air from your lungs, and the cycle begins. On every inward thrust, you're filled with Stefan's massive cock. On every outward pull, Mark's tongue is there to worship your hole and clean Stefan's shaft. It's a relentless, overwhelming rhythm. "Here it comes," Stefan warns, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Time to seal the deal. Going to add my load to his. Make you ours forever." He slams deep and holds, his cock swelling, and then you feel it — the hot pulse of his cum, jet after jet of toxic seed flooding your already-full channel. He grunts with each spurt, a deep, guttural sound of primal satisfaction. As he floods you, Mark's tongue laps at your stretched rim, trying to catch the overflow, desperate for every drop. When Stefan finally pulls out, you don't feel empty. Mark's mouth is immediately there, his tongue plunging into your gaping, well-fucked hole, sucking and swallowing the combined loads that are now pouring out of you. He's not just cleaning you; he's feasting on the evidence of your breeding. Stefan, still kneeling behind you, watches with a look of profound satisfaction. He reaches down and runs a hand through Mark's hair, a gesture of affection and ownership. "Just like in the toilet," Stefan says, his voice a low, rumbling memory. "Remember that kid, Mark? The first one we bred together? How you felched our combined toxic juices from his hole?" Mark moans into your ass, his tongue working even more frantically, his answer clear without needing words. He's reliving that moment, that first time they shared a hole and feasted on the result. This is a ritual for them, too. A dark sacrament they are performing again, this time with you at the center. After a long moment, Stefan gently pulls on Mark's hair, guiding him up. "Come here," he murmurs. "Don't be greedy. Share." Mark rises, his face slick and shining with a mixture of lube and cum. He moves towards you, and you turn your head to meet him. Stefan leans in from the other side, his face close to yours. You are now the center of their attention, caught between them. Mark presses his lips to yours, and you open your mouth to receive his gift. The taste is immediate and overwhelming — salty, metallic, and profoundly intimate. It's the combined essence of all three of you. He pushes the thick, warm load into your mouth with his tongue, and you accept it willingly. Before you can savor it, Stefan's lips are on you, too. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue dives in, chasing Mark's, gathering the shared cum, and swirling it together. It's a three-way exchange, a messy, passionate tangle of tongues and lips and shared poison. The load passes back and forth between you, a sacred toxic cocktail being shared and tasted by all. It's the ultimate act of brotherhood. You are no longer separate individuals, but a single entity joined by spit and seed. You are finally, truly, one of them. The three of you collapse together on the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs. The room smells of sex, smoke, and skin. Mark reaches for the joint on the nightstand, lights it, and takes a deep drag before passing it to Stefan. The smoke curls toward the ceiling as you come down from the intensity of the fucking, your body buzzing and boneless. "You took that beautifully," Stefan says, his hand resting possessively on your stomach. "Both of us. Like you were made for it." "He was," Mark agrees, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. "I knew it the first time I saw him. Knew he was one of us." The praise washes over you, warm and intoxicating. You feel claimed, cherished, part of something bigger than yourself. The three of you lie there in comfortable silence, passing the joint back and forth, trading soft kisses and softer words, letting the smoke and the high rebuild your energy from the inside out. It doesn't take long. The post-fuck clarity is replaced by a new, hungry hum. Mark's hand drifts down from your chest to your cock, which is already stirring against your thigh. He strokes it lazily, and you feel yourself responding instantly, your flesh filling his palm. Stefan watches, his own cock twitching back to life against his thigh, a clear, thick monster already rising again. "That hole of yours must be feeling lonely now," Mark says, his voice low and teasing. "Ready to be filled again?" "Always," you breathe, the word a promise. Mark lies back on the bed, his cock standing proud and hard against his stomach. He reaches for you, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips, and as you position yourself, it's Stefan who guides Mark's cock to your slick, gaping entrance. You sink down onto him, and the feeling is indescribable. You're so wet, so loose from their breeding, that he slides in effortlessly, filling you completely. You settle onto Mark's chest, your heavy PA resting against his stomach, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "Just stay there," he murmurs. "Feel me inside you. Feel how full you are." You feel Stefan moving behind you, positioning himself between your spread legs. You assume he's just getting a better view, maybe preparing to take his turn again. You rest your head on Mark's chest, content to feel him pulsing inside you, enjoying the fullness. But then, a new pressure. Stefan's slick cockhead presses against your stretched outer entrance, right where Mark's shaft is already buried inside you. The pressure is immediate and intense. Your entire body goes rigid. A jolt, not of pleasure, but of pure electric alarm, shoots up your spine. You tense up, your body instinctively resisting the impossible intrusion. "Shhh," Mark soothes, his hands stroking your back. "Breathe. Relax for us. Let him join us." He produces a small brown bottle from somewhere and holds it under your nose. "Take a deep hit for me." You inhale, and the poppers hit you like a wave. Your head spins, the room tilting, and a wave of heat washes over your skin, making every inch of you feel flushed and alive. Your muscles loosen, and a warm, buzzing pleasure spreads through you. You want this. You feel yourself opening, but it's not enough. Stefan pushes, and the pressure at your outer ring is immense, a burning wall of resistance. "Again," Stefan commands, his voice tight with strain. Mark holds the bottle to your other nostril. You take another, deeper hit. The world dissolves into a haze of lust. Your body goes limp, your entrance fluttering, trying to obey. You push out, trying to open, and you feel yourself stretch a little more, but the thick head of Stefan's cock is still being held back by that final, stubborn gate. "One more," Mark whispers. "Give us one more. You can do it. Let us break that first gate together." You take a third, desperate hit, and this time, the poppers overwhelm you completely. Your mind whites out. Your body is no longer your own. You feel a dissociative thrill, a sense of floating outside yourself as you feel your outer ring dissolve, melting away in a wave of chemical heat. You push out with everything you have, a deep moan escaping your lips. And then it happens. An incredible, overwhelming slide. The head of Stefan's massive cock pops past the ruined muscle, joining Mark's inside you. You cry out, the sound somewhere between agony and ecstasy, as your entrance stretches beyond anything you've ever experienced. He slowly slides in, the channel slick and open, sinking several inches of his thick shaft into you before he stops again. A new, even tighter pressure deep inside. Stefan has hit the second gate. Your inner sphincter, the one that barely yielded enough for Mark's cockhead to pass, now clamps down defiantly preventing the entrance of a second invader. "Fuck, there it is," Stefan grunts, his voice a mix of frustration and awe. "The inner gate. The last wall of your neg body." "We knew this would be the hard part," Mark says, his voice calm and reassuring in your ear. "But you can do it. We can do it. Together. We're ripping you open from the inside, tearing down that wall. Making it easier for our babies to take hold." He kisses your temple. His lips are soft, a stark contrast to the brutal pressure at your core. "Just like before. Open for us. Let us break this last gate. Let our mushroom heads kiss inside you." "That's it," Stefan adds, his voice a low, encouraging rumble. "Push out for me. Let me in. I want to feel my cockhead kiss Mark's inside you. When they kiss, we'll release our toxic babies together. My bug and his... they're a team. Gonna conquer what one alone couldn't. A joint load, shot with the force of both of us..." The words send a primal terror through you, a desperate, overwhelming need. It's a full-body craving, a psychological hunger so intense you start to lose awareness of yourself, your entire being focused on the single point of impossible pressure inside you. "Yes!" you cry out, your voice ragged. "But I need more! Please, two more hits! I need the poppers to open the final gate! I need you both as deep inside as possible!" "Anything for you, for us," Mark murmurs, and he brings the poppers back to your nose. "Two big hits for this one. The final gate. Open it for us. Let us in." You inhale deeply, the chemical rush so powerful your vision tunnels. You hear them both talking to you, a chorus of praise and encouragement. "That's it... almost there... such a good boy... open up... let us in..." You take the second hit, your body trembling, and then you bear down with every fiber of your being. You feel the slick sweat on your brow, the burning in your thighs, the taste of blood on your lip from biting it so hard. You feel it—the inner ring giving way, tearing open, surrendering. Stefan slides forward the final inch, and you scream as their two cockheads push past, finally meeting deep inside you. You are impossibly, wonderfully, terrifyingly full. It's not just fullness; it's a feeling of being fundamentally reshaped, your guts rearranged to accommodate their combined mass. You can feel their two different viral loads already leaking from them, coating your insides, a toxic, warm balm preparing you for the main injection. Two cocks, two shafts, two sets of veins pulsing against each other inside your overstuffed channel. "There," Stefan breathes, his voice thick with awe. "We're in. Both of us. We broke your gates. Fuck, you're incredible." Now Stefan is doing all the work, moving his spear back and forth ever so slightly. With each tiny movement, their two cockheads grind together deep inside you, the most sensitive parts of each rubbing against the other in a slick, electric friction. The friction is so intense it’s like a live wire wired directly to your soul. All the while pressed closed to one another in the tight space of my inner chute, tighly held together by my inner ring. The dirty talk, the impossible fullness, the knowledge of what they're doing to you — it's too much. You feel your own cock, untouched, throb in time with their grinding, a droplet of fluid leaking from the tip, a physical testament to the pleasure building in your ass. You feel your orgasm building, a deep, primal pressure that has nothing to do with your untouched cock. It's coming from somewhere deeper, somewhere that their cocks are hitting with every stroke. "I'm going to cum," you gasp, the words surprising even you. "Without touching myself. I'm going to —" It hits you like a freight train. Not a wave, but a white-hot nova of pleasure exploding from your core, radiating outwards until every nerve ending in your body is firing at once. Your cock, pressed between your stomach and Mark's, erupts without warning. Hot, thick ropes of your still-neg cum spray across Mark's chest and stomach, painting him with your seed. Your hole clenches around both cocks, milks the double sword inside of you, the rhythmic, uncontrollable spasms so violent they feel like they might tear you apart from the inside out. The sensation is so intense you see stars. "Fuck!" Mark cries out, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. "Take my strain! Take it deep! Get pregnant with my bug!" You feel the hot, distinct pulse of his load as it shoots into you, a deep, primal warmth. The feeling of Mark‘s orgasm, the trembling of his whole body, the pulsing of Marks cock, the toxic wetness that is spreading deep inside of you triggers Stefan, and with a roar, he slams deep and unloads. "And here's mine! My viral load knocking you up! Sealing the deal! You're one of us now!” You feel a second, even hotter flood join the first, the two of them mixing, filling you so completely you feel it in your throat. The three of you are frozen in a tableau of ecstasy — Stefan buried to the hilt, Mark pulsing beneath you, your own cock still dribbling the last of your load onto Mark's cum-splattered chest. When the waves finally subside, a profound bone-deep exhaustion sets in, your muscles liquefying until your body feels like a ragdoll. Stefan carefully withdraws, and you feel a river of cum pour out of your gaping hole. Mark slides out next, and the flood intensifies, soaking the sheets beneath you. You collapse onto Mark's chest, utterly spent, utterly wrecked, utterly perfect. You're so thoroughly wrecked that you don't even close up. You stay open, a hollowed-out vessel, and in the quiet that follows, you feel the cool air of the room soothing your cum-slick inner walls—a stark, blissful contrast to the blistering heat that just filled you. Mark's hand moves through the puddle of your cum on his chest. He scoops some onto his fingers, brings them to his own lips, and tastes you. His eyes flutter closed, savoring. "Beautiful," he murmurs. "Even your neg cum tastes like it's ready to change." He offers his cum-slicked fingers to you, and you lick them clean, tasting yourself, tasting the salt of your own desire. Then he gathers more, reaching past you to offer them to Stefan. Stefan leans over you and takes Mark's fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, his blue eyes locked on yours. And then, as if choreographed, the three of you come together for a kiss. It's not a simple kiss. It's a communion. Three mouths, three tongues, sharing the taste of your cum, passing it back and forth in a wet, intimate, filthy exchange. You taste yourself on their lips, taste whiskey and weed and something deeper—the taste of belonging, of being claimed, of becoming part of something bigger than yourself. When you finally break apart, you're all breathing hard, foreheads touching, sharing the same air. You lie between them, your body aching in the best possible way, their combined loads slowly leaking from your used hole. Mark strokes your hair, and Stefan's hand rests possessively on your hip. "Tonight was just the beginning," Stefan says, his voice soft but full of promise. "Our welcome. Our reconnection. Our first steps together." "Tomorrow night," Mark says softly, picking up the thread seamlessly, "is something different." You look up at him, curious, exhausted, already hungry for more. "We're taking you out," Stefan says, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "We're going to a bathhouse. One of the big ones in Frankfurt city." Your breath catches. A bathhouse. Public. Anonymous. The thought sends a jolt of pure adrenaline through your exhausted body. "We've been on the apps and forums all day," Mark explains, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "We posted an open invitation for a group breeding session on the regular forums like Romeo. In Romeo’s bareback and poz communities and on Buddy, we were even more explicit." His hand tightens slightly on your shoulder. "No loads refused. Poz and toxic preferred for maximum impact. Age and looks don't matter. Only cock size and viral load count. Last, we've been hitting up every toxic top we could find to make sure they get the message. One guy, his profile pic was just his AIDS-wasted body — he was so dedicated he even put us in touch with two of his friends who were obviously deep in their journey. The response has been... overwhelming." "We've booked a sling room in the most trafficked area," Stefan adds. "You'll be in the sling, blindfolded. You won't see who comes through that door. You won't know their names, their faces, anything about them. All you'll know is that they're there to breed you, many of them poz, some highly toxic, and that we are there to watch you and watch out for you." Your cock twitches despite your exhaustion. The thought of it —anonymous, faceless men, one after another, using you, filling you with their poisoned seed while Mark and Stefan watch over you, guide you, protect you... "Tonight was about connection," Stefan says. "About us, the three of us. About quality." "Tomorrow is about sheer quantity," Mark finishes. "We're going to flood you with so much toxic cum that your body won't have a choice. Every load is a gift, and tomorrow, you're going to be opening so many presents. We're going to make sure you're properly gifted. That test is going to show two lines if we have to invite every poz cock in Frankfurt to make it happen." Stefan leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We'll be right there. We'll be the gatekeepers, choosing who gets to fuck you. We'll feed you poppers when you need them. We’ll give you a break, if we feel you need a rest. We'll take care of you in every way. We'll take care of your body, and we'll take care of your future. You'll be safe. You'll be ours, our pride, for everyone to see. And in between visitors, we'll enjoy all those anonymous random loads in your gut, while we fuck you too, adding our own to the mix, making sure the viral titer in that cum soup stays high and toxic, to do the job right. You close your eyes, their words washing over you like a promise, like a prophecy. Tomorrow. A bathhouse. A sling. Blindfolded. Used. Bred. The thought is terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. But then, another thought surfaces, "What if..." you begin, your voice hesitant. "What if someone I know shows up? Someone who recognizes me?" You ask the question, and the room goes quiet for a moment. Mark just looks at you, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face, but he says nothing. He just leans down and kisses you, a deep, possessive kiss that steals the breath from your lungs and answers you without a single word. "Rest now," Stefan whispers, pulling the covers over the three of you. "You're going to need your strength." You're pulled under, enveloped in an intense three-way cuddle. You're a warm, tangled nexus in the center of the bed, your legs intertwined with Mark's hairy thighs, Stefan's muscular frame presses against your back, and every inch of skin is in contact. You can feel the soft weight of their massive cocks and heavy balls resting against your own, a trio of spent beasts sleeping together, trying to merge into a single body of pure masculine heat. Their promise of tomorrow echoes in your mind, and just as you begin to truly relax, just as you float on the edge of sleep, you feel Stefan's hand trail down your spine. His fingers find your used, tender hole, circling the rim before dipping inside. "Wow," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're still open as hell and leaking. Can't have all those precious gifts going to waste. Gotta keep the seed inside where it belongs. Gotta let it take hold." He shifts, and you feel the nudge of his semi-hard cock against your entrance. With a slow, possessive push, he slides back into you, plugging you up. He brings his cum-slick fingers up to your lips, and you taste the three of you as Mark leans in, joining you for a final, good-night cumkiss. Two lines. Soon. Very soon.

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.

@nymidtowneast Agreed. @kitpig We will see... 😉 @hirondelle75 No comment. And don't worry, there won't a short supply of their cum. So a few lost loads is nothing. 😉 @pozpopperpig That was the intention with how I'm writing it. Glad its coming across that way! @Cumbreedseed Always a good mixture, lol. @hirondelle75 So, my time lately has been taken up with the story I am cowriting with @leatherpunk16. Hopefully as I get more of the backlog there written out, as well as finally mapping out where I want to go next here, I should be able to post a little more frequently here in the future. @Grandahpla17 Yes. There is a set end for this story. We are maybe in the first half of it, but just been busy with other projects at the moment, so this one is on the back burner. @tankonpoint Thanks! I'm always glad to have people checking out my other works and telling me what they think. If you haven't already, go check out Master Pathogen. It's on a weekly update and should be a hopefully good read! @KCnLB No comment on the point of conversion. I have a plan for everything, but I don't want to spoil it. 😉 --- Sorry all for the long delay in updates, been busy with life, as well as the side project @leatherpunk16 and I are working on, Master Pathogen (<<click link to go to that story). Please go check it out and tell us what you think of it! Hopefully, as I said before, with me getting more backlog out of the way, I'll have more time to work on other projects like this. I have a few chapters planned out for this in the near future to write out when I'm not swamped. Otherwise, enjoy the next update! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lesson 17- The Power of Networking and Expanding your Horizons Slowly, I woke up to the feeling of someone slowly fucking my cum flooded and abused ass as the smell of pipe smoke flowed around me, thick and creamy as it was blown in my face. I took a deep inhale, enjoying how loose and wet my wrecked hole felt, making a squelching noise as I opened my eyes and Mike smiled over at me, leaving Greg to be the one working another fresh load into my hole. I groaned, enjoying the deep stokes on my ass as Greg slowly fucked my tender hole, puffing out a cloud of smoke at the back of my head. Quietly, Mike grinned at me, pulling the pipe out of his mouth and placing it on my lips, nodding as I slowly drew on the pipe, inhaling the thick, rich smoke as I felt Greg shift, pulling my leg to my chest and pierce me deeper. Looking behind me, I watched as he grinned down at me around his large pipe, smiling as I slowly exhaled, blowing a thick cloud of smoke of my own at him. “Want Daddy to give you a pipe of your own to smoke while we work those tainted loads in your guts?” Mike asked, giving me a knowing smile as he took another puff on the pipe, I nodded happily, opening my mouth as he placed the large pipe back in it, waiting for me to clamp down as he pulled a third pipe off the bedside table and expertly began to light it, puffing it to life. I groaned as I felt Mike slam hard in my ass, hitting my now full bladder. My entire body shuddered as I desperately forced myself to close my eyes and will myself not to piss. “What’s wrong boy?” Mike said, gently rubbing his hand across my stomach, the pressure making me whimper as his cock pierced me deep, pressing down on my bladder from the other side. “Need to pee...” I groaned around the pipe, hauling on it hard and focusing on the sensation of the smoke as he continued to bruise and batter my guts. Both men chuckled, and Greg suddenly pulled out, giving my ass a few playful slaps as he got up. “We should move this to the bathroom then, boy,” Greg said, smiling and blowing a thick cloud of smoke at my face with a smile. Quietly, I got up, my bladder feeling full and uncomfortable as we moved to the large shower in the adjoining bathroom. I instinctively knelt down on the floor, looking at both men with a shy smile as they slowly played with their hard cocks. Greg was first, pulling my head by my hair to his wet, cum-slicked groin. He pulled the pipe out of my mouth after I took a deep puff, and gently forced my mouth open, before placing the meaty cum-frothed head in my mouth and groaned, letting out a steady stream of piss flow out. I immediately clamped my mouth down, sucking greedily and swallowing, enjoying the salty bitter rush on my tongue as I gulped greedily down. Slowly, I began to feel my stomach fill, Mike and Greg both grinning at me and gently brushing their hands through my hair, muttering happily as I smiled around Greg’s cock, now dripping the last few drops of hot piss on my tongue and pulling it out of my mouth. I turned, opening my mouth expectantly for Mike’s cock next, still feeling thirsty and horny, my cock now hard and throbbing when he chuckled and instead stuck the pipe back into my mouth, gently pulling me back up by my arm. “I wanna see you smoke the whole bowl while I piss fuck you, baby,” Mike replied, he said, smoke curling out of his mouth while he spoke. Nodding, I bent over, hauling hard and deep on the pipe, enjoying how full of smoke my lungs got as he gently pushed me over more and lined his dick up to my waiting hole, shoving it in hard and fast and waited. I didn’t have to wait long as I smoked, before I began to feel the hot rush of heat in my ass, my guts filling as he groaned happily. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered, gently rubbing my back as he pissed. “Take my dirty poz piss up that neg slut hole.” I groaned in reply, feeling my hole begin to flood, enjoying the idea of his dirty piss mixing with the toxic cum in my ass. “Smoke that pipe down for your daddies,” Greg cheered on, standing next to Mike and slowly jacking his hard cock slowly as he too smoked his pipe hard and fast, flooding the enclosed space of the shower with smoke. After a minute or two, Mike shuddered a few times, before leaning over and turning my face towards his, blowing a thick cloud of smoke at me as he gently began to rub my piss filled abdomen, feeling bloated and full. “Hold it all in for daddy,” he whispered around the pipe, gently starting to pull out as he spoke. “Fuck, I feel so full daddy.” He chuckled, as did Greg, as he turned me around and grabbed my hip and gently began to press his thumb into my bladder, making me gasp in pain and pleasure. Looking down, I realized the cage was now removed. I hadn’t even noticed they had done so while I was sleeping. “Go ahead and piss all over yourself for us, boy,” Mike said, puffing hard and blowing the smoke in my face. I nodded, letting out a weak groan as my dick suddenly began spraying its golden stream all over them and me, hauling harder still on the pipe and I greedily sucked each lungful of thick, creamy smoke into my lungs. After a full minute, my dick finally started to just drip, whimpering slightly as I tried desperately to keep the contents of my piss filled bowels inside. Finally, with a jolt, I finally felt my bladder was empty and smiled hazily as they each kissed me, swapping a lungful of smoke before Greg gave my ass a solid smack. “Go empty that hole on the toilet and come back in the shower when you're done,” Mike said, opening the door and glancing at the toilet next to it. I obeyed happily, groaning in relief as my bowels emptied out, almost completely clean as they slowly made out, swapping smoke as they waited. Finally satisfied, I hopped back up, giving the toilet a flush and hopped back in, eager to see what would happen next. I didn’t need to wait long, as Mike now bent me over again, fucking my ass furiously as we all continued to smoke out pipes. I watched as Greg slowly back up against my cock, spreading his asscheeks as he looked back and smiled around his pipe. “Give daddy your load in his hole. It needs some fresh spunk from those neg balls of yours,” he groaned, slowly pushing against it as I felt his warm ass envelope my hard cock. We fucked for a long time, my mind relishing the feeling of both fucking and being fucked as we each smoked in silence, each of us grunting and groaning as we fucked. I finally hit that sweet point of no return, feeling my ass clamp down on Mike’s cock as my balls began to ache and spewed my neg load deep in Greg’s firm, hairy ass. My lungs constantly flooded with smoke as I shot deep inside. Moments later, Mike groaned as well, and the feeling of that slick warmth flooded my hole. “Fuck yeah, fucking take my toxic spunk, baby boy,” he moaned, slamming as hard as he could, making my cock drool even more as he jabbed his large cock hard against my prostate, making me moan and cry out, “Fucking take every drop and let it knock your sexy ass up.” I gasped at the repeated assault on my guts, groaning and whimpering until finally, he pulled out with a satisfied sigh. Mike quickly spun me around, and Greg happily shoved his cock in next, Mike and I both hauling hard on our pipes and swapping smoke until finally Greg too tensed up. “Here’s another dirty load boy, gonna knock you up good and deep,” he moaned, slamming hard and finally shoved in hard, forcing his cock as deep as it could go. I could feel as he shot with each slam, my ass aching with each jab. Finally, with a resounding growl in the small enclosed space, he slammed forward one last time and pulled out. A few drops of cum fell out of my hole, and we all looked down at the pink tinged cum on the shower floor. “Fuck yeah,” Greg said, rubbing my ass and squeezing it, “Looks like that piss fuck tore you up good. No way our DNA isn’t in you now.” I smiled happily, loving the idea of their cum and virus working its way inside me, given the perfect path to infection, and first locked lips with Greg and then Mike as we swapped smoke, the piss on my body now cool. Greg stepped out, quickly walking into the bedroom as Mike turned on the water, letting the warm spray wash over both of us as we smoked, Mike smiling when Greg returned with the large plug that was in my ass. I spun around and bent forward slightly, letting the water slick my skin as the plug was shoved back in, trapping the cum inside me to work its magic. After a few minutes, we finished showering, and stepped out, Mike and Greg toweling themselves off first and then me. Finally happy we were dry, we all walked back into the bedroom and laid down, smoking our pipes as Mike and Greg played with my cock and theirs. Occasionally, I felt Mike or Greg press down on my stomach, the plug pressing almost painfully against the walls of my guts, sliding around in the cum inside of me. “So, boy,” Greg finally said, blowing a cloud of pipe smoke in my face as he spoke, “Feeling better?” I nodded, sighing out a cloud of smoke in reply, smiling before I spoke. “Yeah, I’m glad you guys came back and loaded me up.” Mike and Greg shared a look, before Mike spoke. “We were wondering if you want to go even further?” I looked at both of them expectantly, waiting for Mike to continue. “We have a very close and important friend wanting to come over to sample your ass before he goes to the bathhouse. Saw your videos online and said he wanted to sample that hole of yours and see if he can add a load to it this week” I nodded, before replying. “Sure, my ass is always hungry.” Mike smiled, as if expecting this before continuing. “We also wanted to see if you’d be open to maybe making your first bathhouse trip with us? See about how many loads that ass can take?” I paused, at first against the idea. “We’d still have anyone without our strain bag it up,” Greg explained, gently tugging on my cock as he spoke, “But we would love to see that ass of yours taking countless loads and cocks, really rough it up and get flooded with bugs before we come home. Lock your dick up and let you use your ass to cum. We’ll be with you the whole time, that way you aren’t overwhelmed. You can smoke there too, so you’ll get to feed your lugs as well.” I sat for a second. The idea did sound hot, and it wasn’t like other guys weren’t already doing that on the app. But was I ready for something like that? To be used nonstop like that for hours? “Would… would I be able to stop it when I don’t want anymore?” I whispered, puffing on my pipe introspectively. Mike spoke first, with Greg nodding as he spoke. “Sure boy. We just want this to be a trial run for the end of the summer. Maybe go every few weeks and see how many loads you can work up to taking. And with a hot little body and looks like yours, you won’t need to look hard for guys wanting to dump inside you.” I sat and thought about it, hauling on the pipe and letting the smoke curl out of my mouth, and finally nodded. “Ok, but only your strain inside me until I convert… right? I want yours to be the one to convert me.” They both nodded, looking pleased at my response. Mike grabbed my pipe, before locking lips with me and kissing me deeply, swapping smoke with me. Greg did the same, and after we all finished our pipes, they set them aside, and we all laid back down and shut off the lights. As I laid there, drifting to sleep in their arms, I let my mind wander into slumber as to what I could expect in the near future.

As long as everyone is a legal adult, nothing wrong with it. I still prefer guys 18-25 and I'm in my mid-40s. While I have some fuck buddies in their 30s-50s, I would rather fuck and get fucked by college bois. (For the record, I will not touch anyone under 18 as I have no desire for that kind of shit storm.) Part of what I like about it is I almost always meet a few every year who have done nothing, or almost nothing with guys. Popping their cherry, or at least giving them their first, full experience with another guy is a major turn on. Nothing like an older guy guiding a boi into becoming the little fag he was meant to be, lol.

Fuck my ass and call me done. Ray is a tina whore. He's kinda ok with that. Z will meet and fuck him again. So will his brother. So will their childhood buddy from down the street...And eventually, their High School gym coach. I can't fucking wait!

I’m pretty sure I’ve spotted my niece’s new boyfriend on sniffles. He’s a sexy AF muscle dude with a mustache and a fine swimmers body and tan to match. There’s just enough of his body and lower part of his face that really seems like it could be him. He lives in a nearby town and works at a particular spot in the city. He pops up occasionally on the map in those two locations. He’s a bareback bottom according to his profile, with a gorgeous ass for taking cock. It’d be so hot to meet up in an ass up anon scene where I could breed him without him knowing. I’d fuck him so hard and deep. This guy makes me so hard every time I see him, which is pretty regularly as we’re a tight family and hang out a lot.

I've always been a short, I'm only 5'7" tall, but bigger guy (200-255 lbs depending on my age and other stuff). When bear came along it really helped my self-esteem. People sought me out for my looks which didn't happen so much in the 80s when I first came out and twinks ruled (and I starved myself down to 155 lbs which was not cute on me, body shit is weird). One of the nicest things someone ever said to me was at 4AM at Burning Man in the early 00s. We were naked, rolling on Ecstasy, snuggling under the covers after fucking and he reached over, rubbed my stomach and said "I LOVE your hairy belly!" That made my week. I still remember it 20 years later. He was a super hot, short otter guy (one of my types). So imagine my shock when around the same time back in San Francisco someone rejected me for not being fat enough. OK. Sure, dude. I laughed about it (not to his face, obviously, I'm not a monster). He was a fit muscle guy but was into really large bears. I didn't take it personally, we all have our preferences. He wasn't unkind. I think that's the trick. Be nice about it. Just say "we're not a good fit." You don't need to TELL the person why you're rejecting them. If you do that's kinda rude, TBH.

4. Jake licked the cum from his lips and smiled up at the sweating bear. The thick humid air of the sauna had a heavy musk to it now. Jake was naked, kneeling on the floor. The big older man smacked his delating cock on Jake’s lips. The he thanked the horny slut in a low rumbling voice and left. Pleased with himself, Jake moved back to the bench where he’d left his towel and sat back down. He lent back against the wooden wall of the room and closed his eyes for a moment. Twenty days had passed since he’d first met Sir. He hadn’t touched his cock in almost three weeks. The only way he’d been able to cum was by bashing his prostate until thick spunk leaked from his straining cage. Cumming through his cage, however, didn’t come with the same relief that a normal orgasm did. Quite the opposite. The pleasure he got fucking a load out of himself (or having it fuck out of him) was overwhelming and intoxicating, and addicting. Each time it happened he craved it more. Instead of feeling satiated he felt hornier and more desperate to get fucked. Getting fucked by Adam, having someone from his real life know the transformation he was undergoing, had been like the breaking of a dam. His nerves were gone. Someone he knew, his friend, had found him on the app; had flirted with him; and untimely got him to confess his becoming a caged horny sub slut for a monster cock. More than that his friend had pounded him into oblivion and sent him home with a massive load him. What more was there to lose? Adam quickly became a regular fuck buddy like Mike. Between the two of them Jake’s hole was never empty of spunk. Yet that wasn’t enough. He’d kept cruising the apps, finding more men to fuck him. He invited them to is house. He traveled to different boroughs for big enough dick. He’d become what Adam called a cockslut. He didn’t really care who it was attached to, he just wanted to get fucked. Sir had been the one to tell him about the sauna and gotten him a membership to the gym. “There’s nothing sluttier than servicing a man where anyone could catch you,” Sir had said, as he plunged a massive dildo in and out of Jake’s hole. “That’s the kind of slut who’s worthy of taking my meat.” Jake had gone to the gym right after Sir had told him about it. He’d worked out just enough to feel like it wasn’t completely obvious why he was there. Then he’d gone to the sauna. He’d been shocked by how easy it was to pick up guys there. The bear he’d just blown had actually been the third. The first, a smooth muscle jock with massive nipples and a wickedly upcurved dick, had basically just taken off his towel and shaken it at Jake as soon as they made eye contact. Jake, still in his towel had gone over and started sucking the guy. He hadn’t seen the second guy come in but he soon felt hands on his hips and his towel drop to the floor. The second guy hadn’t even say anything too him, he just started rubbing his already had cock on Jake’s hole. “Fuck me,” he’d said without looking over his shoulder. The guy didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He’s spat on Jake’s hole an pushed his cock deep inside. The fuck had been fast, the unseen man holding Jake’s hips tight and pounding feverously. Sweat had dripped from all three of theme in the hot room. Soon the unseen man started to grunt and pant. Jake knew what was coming. With one last hard thrust he buried his cock in Jake and shot his load. Jake felt the now familiar and needed warmth of cum being pumped into his guts. Then the guy pulled out, smacked Jake on the ass and left. The first guy had pulled Jake off his cock then and spun him around. Jake landed on his lap, facing out into the room. He sat down hard on the jock’s cock and rode him. The jock held onto his hips, guiding him up and down. Jake ground his hips back. He felt the pressure building inside him. It was almost like he had to pee. It welled up, filling him, becoming an unstoppable floor. Right as the jock forced himself up into Jake to unload, the flood crashed over the dams inside Jake and cock bubbled from the tip of his cage. It spilled down his balls and dripped onto the floor. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He was shaking as the Jake pumped his spasming cock in and out of him. “Fuck, thanks man,” the jock said, pushing Jake off his cock. “Any time,” Jake said, grabbing his towel off the floor and tossing it over his shoulder. “I’m usually here around this time Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Maybe I’ll see you again.” Then the jock left. Jake had gone back to the bench, assuming that was all the action he was going to get. Then the bear had walked in, and immediately dropped his towel. There had been a few silent moments before he locked eyes with Jake and started stroking. Without saying a word Jake had gone over to him, gotten on his knees and sucked the cum from his cock. As Jake recounted the story to Sir the next night the older man twisted four fingers in and out of his hole. It was easy now. He barely needed any warm up before three fingers slipped inside him. The fourth just felt like a easy stretch. Sir looked admiringly at the lips forming around Jake’s hole. In just a few weeks Jake had transformed his hole from a tight seldom used pucker to a welcoming pussy. He bent his thumb in and pressed his spear shaped fingers against Jake’s ring. Jake watched in the mirror above the sling and Sir’s knuckles butted up against his hole. He whimpered and pushed out as Sir had instructed him over and over again. He felt himself stretch. He closed his eyes, willing himself open. There was a moment of impossible tension before his hole gave way and his body opened up. Jake felt himself bloom like a rose. His hole expanded and Sir’s fist slipped inside him. “Oh my God!” Jake screamed. He felt hot. Sweat sprung up all over his body. It was unlike anything he’d ever known. His toys were one thing, but being stretched around Sir’s hand was another. It was like he’s passed some new threshold. He reached a new level. Sir smiled down at his toy. He watched the shock and pleasure wash over Jake’s face as he pulled his hand back and then slipped it in again. It was easier the second time. Jake’s hole had learned over the past three weeks how to give in. “Good boy. Good boy,” Sir cooed as he fisted Jake. “That’s it. Fucking sweet. Your hole looks so fucking hot stretched around my fist.” “Oh my God Sir! It feels so good!” Jake was shaking a little. He couldn’t focus. He was overloaded with pleasure. He felt the pressure in his groin again. He thought he was going to cum having Sir’s fist inside him. Then with a sudden spurt something else happened. Hot piss shot out of his caged and splattered across his stomach. “Fuck! I’m sorry Fuck I can’t… I can’t stop!” Jake cried as he pissed all over his own torso. “Don’t stop yourself boy. Give in. That’s what your body wants to do. Fuck yeah. So fucking hot. Having my fist in your hole was too much for you boy, wasn’t it? Couldn’t even control your bladder anymore. Fuck that’s so hot. You hot fucking slut!” “Fuck! Thank you!” “Good boy.” Sir got Jake out of the sling and took him over to the bed. He laid the boy on his back squatting over his face. “Suck my cock boy. Choke it down and work my load out.” Jake had gotten good at taking Sir’s cock in his mouth, as much as that was possible. He greedily swallowed the tip, and wrapped his lips around the shaft. He stroked from the base with one hand and cupped Sir’s massive balls with the other. Sir grabbed Jake’s hips and bent him upwards. He fingered the boy’s upturned hole again working back up to his fist. Jake whimpered and groaned as he swallowed Sir. Just as Sir felt his load boiling over he pushed his fist back into Jake’s hole stretching him wide. His cock spasmed and a flood of hot cum pumped into Jake’s eager mouth. He could feel the boy’s hole tighten and twitch around his wrist. Through ragged breaths Sir said, “That’s it boy. That’s it. You’re almost ready now. Good boy.” The next day Jake reported to Sir’s place a 7pm sharp as instructed. He used his key to open the front door and then strip off. He was nervous. Sir hadn’t told him what he was planning he’d just given Jake very specific instructions when they’d kissed at the front door the night before. “Tomorrow, 7pm don’t be late. Let yourself in, take off your clothes and come down into the basement. I’ve got a surprise planned.” Jake made his way through the now familiar house to the basement door. He heard the low rumble of music, and what he thought might be voices. Maybe Sir had some sort of video playing he thought as he opened the door. Nervous as to what he was going to find in the play room, Jake descended the stairs. The playroom was full of people. Men of all sorts, different ages, different body types were milling around all of them naked or almost naked. For a second Jake just looked around in shock. “Good you’re on time,” Sir’s voice said, booming above the din. “Gent’s meet our guest of honor.” Appearing out of the crowd Sir swooped up to Jake and caught him tight around the middle. He pulled the boy close to him and kissed him hard on the lips. He felt Jake melt into him, the tension leaving the boy’s body. “These men are going to get you ready for me,” he said in a low voice so only Jake could hear. “They’re going to fuck you, and pump your sweet hole full of cum and then you’ll be ready for me. Tonight you’re going to finally take my cock inside your sweet hole. All your hard work will pay off and you will finally be my slut.” “Fuck,” Jake whispered. He felt almost light headed being so close to finally getting what he’d wanted so long. “Is that what you want boy?” He took Jake’s hand and put it on his bulging jock. “Yes Sir. Fuck. I want it so bad. I want to be your slut so badly! Its all I want Sir! Please! Please fuck me!” “Good boy, get in the sling so my friends can stretch you out.” Jake, with the help of a few of the men, clambered into the sling. Cuffs were attached to his wrists and ankles. Then the cuffs were linked to the chains of the sling. He looked up in the mirror at himself, immobilized in a sling, naked with his cock locked in a cage so small his balls completely obscured his nub. Four weeks ago he’d never have imagined he’d be here. He could never have imagined wanting this. Now it was all he wanted. He wanted Sir’s cock, that was his ultimate goal, but he wanted these other men too. He wanted them to fuck him. He knew it as soon as Sir said it. He wanted all of them inside him. Jake the vanilla top was gone, there was no bringing him back, and Jake didn’t want to. He worried a little about what would happen when Chris came back in a week, but he pushed that out of his mind. What Chris would say was a problem for future Jake. The first man stepped up between Jake’s legs. He was tall and dark with a square face. His broad chest bristled with hair, and large silver rings hung from his nipples. He rubbed his cock between Jake’s cheeks. “Do it,” Jake said in a horny breathless voice, “Fuck me!” Jake really had no idea how many guys were there. He’d been counting at first. After the first guy came a short man with a wide cock and blunt head. Then the older guy with the long uncut dick. There was a couple, one tall with a curved dick one short with a narrow dick. They’d taken turns on him, one fucking his face while the other plowed his hole. Then there was the guy who looked like he barely 18. Thin with floppy hair and a few whips of chest hair. He’d whipped out a fat purple cock from his cock and pounded Jake with an inexperienced ferocity. He came quickly, pumping a massive load into Jake’s hungry hole. There were the two who looked like brothers; then a nervous looking guy with wide shoulders and a slight gut; the gym bunny, and then nerd still wearing his glasses. Somewhere between the tenth and fifteenth guy Jake lost count. Eventually he was moved to the bed where he was pulled down on top of a trim hairy guy in his forties. The guy slipped his cock inside Jake’s abused hole and then held him tight to his chest. Another guy got behind Jake and pushed his cock head against Jake’s hole. For a second it felt like it wouldn’t fit. Then his hole gave way and Jake was double penetrated. The two tops moaned together as the used Jake’s ass. Jake whimpered and begged them both for their loads. The guy behind Jake came first. As soon as he pulled out another guy took his place. Sir watched, never far from Jake’s side, rubbing his bulge. He whispered encouragement in Jake’s ear, and told him how proud he was of him. He told Jake how sexy he looked stretched around all these men’s cocks. He told Jake how much he wanted to fuck him. Jake thanked him, and begged him to finally fuck him. He looked Sir right in the eyes and said, “I need it. I need your cock. I need to be yours!” Mike was now under Jake, his cock stuffed in his hole next to a wiry ginger’s. “Give him your load,” Sir said, his voice thick with lust, “Lube up my sluts hole. It’s time.” That pushed Mike and the ginger over the edge. They both bucked up into Jake and almost at the same time shot their loads. Sir disentangled Jake from the other men and led him back over to the sling. He helped him up into it. No restraints this time. Sir bent over Jake and kissed him. It was a tender kiss, full of meaning and heavy need. “Are you ready boy?” Sir said, his voice quiet. “Yes. God yes! Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “Good boy.” Sir dropped his straining jock and let his monster flop out. He dropped it onto Jake’s body, covering his balls and tiny numb. The shinning, precum slip head reached well past Jake’s belly button and up to his sternum. It looked even bigger against his body. That didn’t change what Jake wanted. “Please,” he said, looking at Sir with desperation. That was it. That was the cue that he had truly broken the boy. Sir lubed up his cock and placed the head against Jake’s cum filled hole. Jake was burning. He tried to keep his body relaxed, but he was nervous and excited. He felt the familiar pressure of a cock head against his ring, but Sir’s cock was so much more than a normal cock. It felt impossible. Despite having taken a fist the day before, spent the entire night stretched around a fat plug, and having just been pulled off of two cock, Sir’s cock felt impossibly big. “Close your eyes.” Sir said, his voice soft but commanding. “This first time, close your eyes and picture me inside you.” Jake did as he was told. He closed his eyes and pictured Sir’s cock slipping into him. In his imagination he could see himself in the mirror, spread out in the sling, his hole opening easily. He imagined Sir’s mammoth girth slipping inside him as if it were a normal cock. In his mind there was no resistance, he had no difficulty opening up for Sir. He felt the pressure of Sir’s cock increase. He thought about how good it would feel. He imagined it being easy. The pressure increased and then it was gone. He felt himself stretch. His hole gaped wide and swallowed Sir’s pumped silicone filled cock head. “That’s it.” Sir said, rubbing Jake’s chest soothingly. “That’s it boy. You’re doing it.” Jake opened easily now. His body knew what to do, and it released itself. Sir sank deeper and deeper inside Jake’s warm guts. He felt the cum of his friends coating his monster shaft as he pushed inside. All around him the other guys watched Jake take Sir for the first time. The room was almost silent except for Jakes constant uncontrollable whimpers. “Fuck! Holy fuck! It feels so good! God! Fuck you’re just so big! It’s so big Sir. It feels so good though! Fuck! Fuck! Take me! Please, take me! Make me your slut Sir! I need it. I need you to fuck me! I need you to breed me. Finally! Please I need it.” Sir grabbed Jake’s hips and started fucking the first half of his cock into the boy’s steadily opening hole. He pushed a little deeper with each thrust, forcing more and more of himself inside. Jake opened easily. His body needed Sir inside it as much as his mind did. The two of them were moaning. Jake’s constant begging cries became unintelligible as Sir sunk to the hilt. “That’s it boy. Im all the way inside you. All that training payed off. You took my monster.” Holding the chains of the sling Sir swung Jake back and forth. His thrusts crashing against Jake as he swung back each time. Jake had never imagined it would feel this good. It was more than he could understand. He was overwhelmed. He saw stars burst in front of his eyes, and he clocked a strange guttural sound being forced from his lips each time Sir bottomed out in him again. He’d become just a hole. His cock, locked away and leaking, had become irrelevant, and now that Sir was inside him so had everything else. He almost forgot they had an audience. All he could think about was how good it felt to finally have Sir inside him, and how much he wanted Sir’s load. Sweat curled through Sir’s chest hair in little rivers. It dripped down onto Jake’s body. They were both red in the face. Musk hung in the air all around them, fueling them like poppers. “God this hole feels so good. My new pussy. Fuck! A freshly trained cunt desperate for my load. Fuck boy. That’s what you want isn’t it?” “Yes Sir!” “Say it! Tell me what you want slut!” “Your load Sir! Please! Fucking breed me!” “That’s right faggot! Take my fucking load!” Sir roared like a lion. His head tilted back, his eyes closed tight. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense as his balls pulled tight to his cock. He pulled Jake to him, cramming every inch of his dick into the boy. Jake thought he felt Sir’s cock swell before the hot liquid poured into him. It pumped and pumped until Jake thought he was so full it would come out of his nose. Cum erupted form Jake’s cage spattering his body. His body shook and his chest heaved. In his head there was a dull buzzing. Then it all seemed to stop, and quiet contentment washed over him. He had Sir’s cock inside him. He’d just taken Sir’s load. He’d done it. He’d proven himself. He had become Sir’s boy. Epilogue The other guys soon left them, a few shooting their loads over the spent Jake before they left. Then Sir helped Jake out of the sling and took him upstairs. They showered together, Sir gently cleaning off Jake’s tired body. Then the fell into the big bed they’d shared the first night and slept. Sometime in the early hours Sir woke to Jake pushing himself back on him. He’d gotten hard in his sleep, and Jake had worked his battered hole onto the tip. Sir wrapped a big arm around the boy and pulled him close. His cock sunk into Jake’s ass and he slowly fucked another load into him. They fell asleep like that, Sir’s cock wresting right at the entrance to Jake’s ass. Just as he’d promised the next morning Sir’ asked Jake if he wanted his cock unlocked. Jake didn’t even hesitate before he empathically said no. He wanted to be Sir’s boy. “What does that mean for your boyfriend?” Sir asked. “I thought you were the top? It would be hard to explain the cage even as a bottom.” “Honestly I don’t really know yet.” Jake said, with a nervous grin. He’d felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest he was so nervous going over to Chris’s place the night he got back. He still didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to break up. He knew that much. He also knew that he couldn’t be who he had been. They would need to be something new if anything was going to work out. “It was fun. I mean dinner theatre is always kinda terrible, but the cast was cool. Not that I ever need to do Hairspray again. Seriously. How many times can you be a Nicest Kid in Town while inching closer and closer to thirty.” Christ was info dumping as he unpacked and Jake say on his bed. When Jake didn’t laugh at his joke he turned to look at his boyfriend. “What’s up?” “Well… look… there’s something I have to tell you.” “Ok…” “I don’t really know where to start. I guess, first… This story is gonna be kinda shocking, but also its important you remember I still want to be with you….” “Ok…. What are you talking about…” “Maybe it’s better if I just show you.” Hands shaking Jake stood up and pulled down his pants. He hesitated for a second and then shoved the briefs he was wearing down too. Christ stared, not really understanding what he was seeing at first. “Are you wearing a cock cage?” “Ok… so that’s the story. When you first went out of town I went out with the guys…” Jake explained everything, at first keeping it vague not wanting to overwhelm Chris. Then he noticed the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. As he described his first time going over to Mike’s house he got more and more explicit. He described Mike pulling the plug from his hole and licking around his stretched ass. He repeated Mike’s words about it being one thing to take his cock when Sir was watching but another when Sir wasn’t there. He told Chris about Mike summoning him back to his apartment the next day and the next. Then he told Chris about getting back on the hook up apps and changing his preferences. He paused before admitting that the first person he found was Adam, but by now Chris was obviously trying to keep his hands away from his bulging crotch. Jake told him about Adam becoming a regular fuck buddy, about the other men Sir sent him to service, about picking up more guys on the apps. He described his trips to the sauna, and then finally the orgy Sir arranged for him. “I really have no idea how many guys were there. I gave up counting. They just kept coming and fucking me. Then the pulled me onto the bed and two of them double penetrated me. After the first guy came another slammed right in. I just stayed on top of the same guy and a bunch of them stuffed me with him. I felt so fucking loose. That’s when Sir finally decided I was ready. “He took me back to sling and told me to close my eyes. He had me imagine being able to take him and then suddenly… he was inside me.” Chris was openly rubbing his crotch as Jake described the bliss he felt finally taking Sir’s load. After Jake finished Chris was silent for a long moment before saying, “So… you’re his boy now?” “I… I guess yeah. Which I know changes things for us, and that maybe you’re not… I don’t know. I am sorry. I just…” “When did he last fuck you?” “This morning…” “Do you still have his load inside you?” Chris didn’t quite sound angry, Jake couldn’t place his tone. “I… yeah.” “On your hands and knees. Show me what you’ve done to your hole faggot.” Jake blinked, surprised, but did as Chris instructed. He got on the bed on his hands and knees and presented his hole to Chris. For a moment nothing happened and then he heard the sound of clothes being shushed. Looking over his shoulder Jake watched Christ strip off. Without saying another word Chris got behind Jake, spat on his hole and shoved his cock inside Jake’s ass. Christ wasn’t small but he certainly was smaller than Sir. His dick sunk into Jake’s hole with ease. “Fucking ruined faggot hole. Fuck! I never wanted to top because I hate fucking with condoms. I’m gonna enjoy keeping this fucking cunt lubed up for Sir.”

I figured it would be a good weekend to be a slut since ot was valentine's weekend. I was so right! Went to steamworks a little after 4pm and with the first 2 hours I had been fucked 6 times(bred 3). Thing always slow around 6-7 and pick up after 8. A beautiful blonde collage kid was prowling around but seemed stand offish. I must have been wrong about that as close to 8 he hoped in the the sling and a group of guys formed around him. None of the guys were taking the bait, the boy made eye contact with me and then my hard cock. I really wanted to play with him so I moved between his muscular thighs and slide into him. He was so tight, I must have been the first guy to fuck, but I worked his hole for a couple minutes before letting someone else take a turn. I love swapping topping with others. The boy gets fucked buy 4 or more guys and I swap in another time before I realize the place is heating up again so I go back to trying to get fucked some more. Once the sling becomes open again I grab my blindfold and hoped in. It wasnt long before a mouth ended up on my hole and tongue up my gut. I had played with this guy earlier and let him enjoy my hole again. He's horned up and proceeds to plow my ass, I hear others in the room, he pulls out and goes back to eating my stretch asshole again, and the fucks me a little bit more before leaving. That kicked things off and I began to have different guys take turns fucking me and eating my hole. I lost count but maybe 5 or 6 guys. That was so hot I ended up cumming and decided I had enough fun and left to get pizza. So far for this weekend on Friday I was fucked 11 times(bred 7 times), and Saturday fucked over another 12 times(bred 6). Suppose to be going out tonight with the roommate so might get some more action today.

The afternoon sun was already dipping behind the rooftops, casting long shadows across the suburban street where Leo made his paper route. At eighteen, he was lean and coltish, all nervous energy and a fresh-faced innocence that hadn't yet been tarnished by the world. Mr. Henderson’s house was the last on his route, a stately two-story at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. The man who lived there was an enigma—handsome, impeccably dressed, and always watching Leo with an intensity that made the boy’s skin prickle with a confusing mix of fear and fascination. Today, Mr. Henderson was waiting on his porch. "Leo," he called, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "Come here for a moment. I have something for you, for all your hard work." Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He approached cautiously, the heavy canvas bag slung over his shoulder. Mr. Henderson smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "It's inside. Much cooler." Hesitantly, Leo followed him into the cool, dimly lit house. The air smelled of old books, expensive cologne, and something else… something metallic and clean. Instead of the living room, Mr. Henderson led him toward a door in the kitchen, one that Leo had never noticed before. It was a heavy, steel door, incongruous with the rest of the home. "I have a special collection downstairs," Mr. Henderson murmured, his hand resting on the small of Leo’s back, a touch that was both proprietary and electric. "I think you'll appreciate it." The basement was not what Leo expected. It wasn't a storage area for forgotten boxes and old furniture. It was a dungeon. The walls were painted a deep, matte black, the floor was polished concrete, and the space was meticulously arranged with equipment Leo had only ever seen in whispered online searches: a St. Andrew's cross, a padded sawhorse, chains hanging from the ceiling, and a wall lined with whips, paddles, and gleaming metal implements. In one corner, a series of professional-looking cameras were mounted on tripods, their red recording lights glowing like malevolent eyes. A wave of vertigo washed over Leo. He should run. He knew he should run. But his feet were rooted to the spot, a strange, potent cocktail of terror and a dark, thrilling curiosity holding him captive. "I see you understand," Mr. Henderson’s voice was a silken whisper against his ear. "You feel it, don't you? The pull. The need to let go." Strong hands guided Leo toward the center of the room. He didn't resist. His mind was screaming, but his body was pliant, betraying him. Mr. Henderson was methodical, his movements precise as he undressed Leo, folding the boy’s clothes neatly and placing them on a bench. Leo stood naked and trembling, his pale skin stark against the darkness of the room. "You're exquisite," Mr. Henderson breathed, his gaze raking over Leo’s body. He fastened a soft leather collar around Leo’s neck, attaching a thin leash. The symbolism was not lost on Leo; a final, shivering point of no return. He was positioned over the padded sawhorse, his wrists and ankles secured with soft leather cuffs. The position was vulnerable, humiliating, and deeply, undeniably arousing. His cock, half-hard with fear and adrenaline, was trapped against the rough leather of the horse. Mr. Henderson moved behind him. "This is your gift, Leo. Your true beginning. And we will share it with those who can appreciate true art." A cool, slick finger probed at Leo’s tight entrance, and he gasped, his body tensing. "Shhh, relax," the voice soothed. "Let me in." The preparation was thorough, stretching and lubing him until he was loose and open, aching with a need he couldn't comprehend. The cameras whirred softly, capturing every twitch, every shudder, every bead of sweat that traced a path down his spine. Then, he felt it. The blunt, hot pressure of Mr. Henderson’s bare cock against his hole. There was no barrier. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. With a firm, steady push, Mr. Henderson breached him. A sharp cry tore from Leo’s throat. It was a searing, intense burn, an overwhelming fullness that stole his breath. There was pain, yes, but beneath it was a current of dark pleasure that bloomed from his core, spreading through his veins like wildfire. Mr. Henderson began to move, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that claimed Leo completely. Each thrust was a statement of ownership, a branding of the boy's very soul. The pain began to melt away, replaced by a profound, electrifying pleasure that made Leo’s toes curl. He was lost. The world narrowed to the sensation of being filled, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the low grunts of the man behind him, and the ever-present hum of the cameras. His own cock was trapped and throbbing, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the horse. Mr. Henderson reached around, his strong grip closing around Leo’s shaft. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. "Show them." A few rough strokes were all it took. Leo’s orgasm ripped through him with the force of a tidal wave, a blinding, all-consuming pleasure that left him shaking and sobbing, his release spilling over the older man’s hand. As his body convulsed, he felt Mr. Henderson stiffen, a deep groan echoing in the room as a flood of heat erupted deep inside him, marking him from the inside out. Leo collapsed against the sawhorse, boneless and spent. For a moment, there was only the sound of his own ragged breathing and the soft click of the cameras being turned off. He felt… changed. Purified and defiled in the same breath. Mr. Henderson withdrew slowly, and Leo felt an odd sense of loss at the emptiness. He heard the man zip up his pants, the sound unnervingly casual. He expected to be untied, to be allowed to get dressed and leave this strange, transformative world behind. Instead, he heard the heavy steel door at the top of the stairs creak open. Footsteps. Not one set, but several, descending the wooden steps with a heavy, deliberate tread. Leo twisted his head, his heart lurching into his throat as he saw them. A line of men. At least half a dozen, all naked, all erect, their eyes fixed on him with a raw, predatory hunger. They were different ages and body types, but they all shared the same look of dark anticipation. Mr. Henderson’s hand came to rest on Leo’s head, a possessive, almost gentle gesture. "You were a star, my boy," he said, his voice laced with a chilling satisfaction. "The paying audience loved your performance. And now, they want their turn to be part of the show." Leo’s blood ran cold. Paying guests. The cameras. It hadn't just been recorded; it had been broadcast live. One of the men on the stairs, a wiry man with cruel eyes and a menacing smirk, spoke up. "We've all paid for the privilege, Henderson. We were promised the main event." He stepped down, his gaze raking over Leo’s exposed, used body. "I've been saving my load for a fresh one like this. Can't wait to knock him up." Another man chimed in, his voice a low growl. "Yeah, give him the gift. Make him one of us." The horrifying words crashed over Leo. Infect. Knock him up. The gift. HIV. The realization struck him like a physical blow, a terror so profound it eclipsed everything that had come before. He wasn't just a performer; he was a sacrifice. His deflowering had been the appetizer, and he was the main course for a feast of infection. He struggled against his restraints, a renewed panic giving him strength, but the leather held fast. His pleas were muffled by the gag he hadn't even realized Mr. Henderson had fastened. The first man reached the bottom of the stairs, his cock jutting obscenely before him. He ran a hand over Leo’s exposed flank, his touch like a brand. "Don't worry, kid," he leered. "By the time we're all done with you, you'll be a true brother of the night. You'll carry all of us inside you, forever." The line of men began to move down the stairs, their shadows falling over him, their promises of poison a chorus of damnation in the silent, black dungeon. Leo closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a path through the sweat and grime on his cheek, as the first of many took his position behind him. The night was young. 1%

Yes. It was bad enough I deleted my profile from it and Grinder will join it in March when my subscription runs out, for the same reason. Part of this is that most apps and site go through the phases of popularity to has-been, as guys move on to the next trendy site. Anyone remember gay.com? Orr Manhunt? Right now I use sniffies, Scruff and the fisters site, asspig; the latter is one of the rare ones that remains popular in spite of its time in existence.

Has anyone else sucked a cock or maybe multiple cocks in front of a female friend or friends , my female friends love watching me suck cock

Can you actually feel a guy cummimg in your mouth? I've been getting sucked off for years but only recently been sucking cock myself. Each time I do I'm hoping to feel the guy squirting in my mouth and hoping for a mouthful of cum. Instead I get a slight sensation, a bit of cum taste and nothing more. Maybe I'm getting guys that don't cum much or maybe there's no such thing as feeling t squirt?

I can piss hard and luv to drop my chem piss in both ends. Esp if a faggot doesn't know I party. I can also control the follow so well that I can stealth piss in a faggots mouth so at first he thinks it's just pre so that I can take charge of his head and really start to release the deluge.

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So...it turned out that guy was right, after all 😂

Finally! Love that he got plowed by the Professor. It was everything I hoped it would be.

Thanks. I haven’t had any complaints and it’s great at milking loads out of dicks. 😜 just can never find enough to satisfy me. Lol.

True. It depends on the scenery. Once in Gran Canaria I fucked a random boy in the darkroom, ass up on a fuckbench. Fucked and loaded him. Did some walking in circles in the club afterwards. After about 15 min. I re-entered the darkroom, the boy was still there on the same spot. I touched his ass and jockstraps, which was drenched with cum. It made me get hard again in a split second and fucked his sticky cumass again and delivered a second load in him again. Bare and lots of cum involved is boner material too me. Poz is always a bonus and a toxic one I can only dream of. Poz on meds myself .

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.

Puuli’s Introduction to Sexual Servitude Paulie awoke and it took him a minute to come to the realization that he was here, in the trailer, somewhere in n the middle of the Appalachians. Behind him, he heard Papi snoring, but as he tried to slip out of bed, the big man, his owner and master, put his long arm out and pulled him in tight. Even asleep, the big thick cock was hard , nestled in the crack of Pauli’s perfect, shapely, generously globed ass. Pauli could feel the lean muscle of Papi’s arms and perfect pecs, and the washboard abs he found so sexy. Pauli sighed, and blew out his breath upward, making the light blonde curls—Papi kept Pauli’s hair a bit long, so he could use it as reigns as he pounded the small blonde’s hole all around the old trailer, across the yard, or in the modern dungeon and bedroom in the underground compound concealed by the big, run-down, barn. Pauli hated that he found Papi insanely attractive. He hated the way one look at the man’s monster 10 inch cock, made his own little five incher jump, how it made him want to put his feet in the air and pull his boypussy apart and beg for it. And Pauli hated that Papi made him do just that—he’d fill Pauli’s hole with some of the meth his gang sold, and then act like nothing was up, cleaning one of his many weapons with those muscular thighs parted until, in his desperation, Pauli would crawl on his hands and knees between them, staring at the cock, and beg: “Papi, please, let me suck it, make it so hard, fuck me, please papi.” Pauli had not come to Papi willingly, but now he would never leave willingly. He couldn’t. He was addicted. Not just to the constant supply of chems, but to the Cock. The ten-inch, uncut, rock-hard ugly monster that was thicker than both of his wrists put together. He spent nearly every waking moment pleasuring Papi’s cock with his boypussy or his mouthpussy. And when he wasn’t, he was either pleasuring some other cruel man’s massive cock or dreaming of Papi—his big hands slapping his face, spanking his little bubble butt, punching his stomach or his asshole, how the muscles of his arms flexed and dripped with sweat when he beat Paulie with his belt or a wide leather strap. And Papi was the definition of insatiable—he came inside Pauli’s ass or mouth at a minimum of two times per day, often three, and very often five or six times. No, Paulie could get meth most anywhere, but there was only one Papi and only his big, fat, cruel Latino cock. He’d come to be a slave here because his deadbeat mother owed the gang money, and given the choices of whoring herself out or trading away her eldest son, she of course, chose herself. Before the transaction could be completed, though, the men had taken Pauli into the bathroom and forced him to strip. When he tried to resist, one of them slapped him hard across the face and then they tore off his clothes. One of them walked around him while a deep, accented voice directed him and his friend, who was manipulating Pauli like he was some sex doll. “Stand back and slowly walk around so I can see all of him.” “Lift up the little cock so I can see his balls.” “Let me see his hole. He a virgin? Check for me.” At this last one the big Latino who was handling him slicked up a finger with spit and rammed it in. Pauli cried out and the big man clamped his hand around Pauli’s mouth. “Sure seems like it. Ain’t seen a ho this tight since my last little bitch on the inside,” the big man said. A minute later Pauli groaned with relief as the big finger left the his hole. The voice on the phone spoke again, “Have Jose bring the boy to me. And if he’s not still a virgin when I get here I will personally cut off the balls and dick of whoever touched him and feed it to him while you all watch,you feel me?” “Yes boss. But can we use his mouth?” “Yes, you and two and Jose would save me some time in breaking him in,” the voice said, “But I don’t want him to get here and look a mess from you hitting him too hard.” Pauli was in shock, and it didn’t resist when the men swiftly gagged and blinded him and cuffed his wrists behind his back. He heard one of the men finalizing the deal with his mom and then cool air as they hustled them out the side door of their run-down house and into some sort of vehicle. He thought he was in the back of an SUV, but he couldn’t move—they’d cuffed him with his arms and legs in an X lying on his back. The next couple of days were a blur. At first he was in some sort of old warehouse, locked in a small room. It had a small cot, a sink and a toilet. They always left a bottle of water for him. Every morning they gave him a sandwich and another water and some vitamins. In the afternoon, the men would come and he would suck them off. If he resisted, hard slaps and belly punches were given until he’d obey. They were pleased to see that he wasn’t a complete novice, and on the second day (he thought) when he’d started cooperated they filmed him and sent it to their boss. Finally the next morning, Jose appeared to drive him to meet the boss. The man was a Dominican giant with a very fat, 9 inch black cock. Pauli tried to service him, but he couldn’t get much in his mouth. So Jasper fixed his wrists and neck in place, put in a mouth spreader, and fucked and fucked Pauli’s mouth until he came. He then forced Pauli to take his first ever load of piss. Pauli had a really hard time with this, and Jose just laughed “The boss wants me to prepare you for some of your daily chores so you’ll fucking learn. You’ll see.” The trip took about two and half days. Pauli remained in the back of the van, cuffed and blindfolded. Instead of taking proper pit stops, he found remote roads in isololated areas and then laughed as Pauli did his business. At every stop, Pauli was bound and using a urinal gag, Jose made him drink his piss. For each of the two nights, they’d stay in some cheap hotel, and he’d bathe Pauli and then Pauli spent at least a couple of hours receiving stern guidance on blow job technique and pleasuring a top man’s asshole. “We’re here slut,” Jose said. Pauli was groggy—he’d been dosing in the dark van, so bored sleep that seemed preferable—and he blinked his eyes open. The blindfold was already off and the sunshine was bright. “Hey boss,” Jasper called, “Brought your new property, like you asked.” A few minutes later, a tall Latino, lean and very muscular came into view. The Boss was tall—probably 6’3”—and shirtless. He wasn’t built like a body builder, but reminded Pauli of something more dangerous, like a panther. His skin was a deep olive, and most of his torso and left arm were covered in ink. He had a narrow waist, and washboard abs. Following the clearly-defined v of his torso down, Pauli gulped. The bulge in his trousers was thick and very long, much longer than Jose, That was probably going to hurt. The Boss didn’t even glance at him. He embraced Jose, “He give you any trouble on the way?” Jose smiled, “Nah, he was a good boy. Isn’t great with his piss drinking, but a few more days with a urinal gag and he’ll be good. And he’s got a hot mouth. Natural-born faggot—I came in his mouth two to three times every night and he lapped it up like his whore mother’s milk.” Finally the Boss looked at him. He strode over, the big snake in his pants already starting to fill out, “That true, you born a faggot, boy?” The man’s masculinity was overwhelming, the smell of his sweat intoxicating. Pauli was speechless for a minute, and then the Boss started laughing, his big hand enveloping Pauli’s embarrassingly tiny and mortifying hard cock. “No need to answer that one, I got it right here.” Then the hand swiftly moved down, enclosing Pauli’s little balls in the big hand which crushed them, hard. Pauli screamed. The Boss just grinned. He spoke low and with menace, “When I ask you a question, you answer immediately. You will always says “sir” or “Papi” when addressing me. Is that clear, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Paulie replied, then he began to whine as the big man, his new Papi, squeezed his balls a little more. Papi circled the handcuffed boy, admiring his thin, pale body. Pauli had the defined abs and muscular legs of a California skateboarder—one of the few recreations he could afford—because of that, despite his twinks body he had a well-developed ass and good definition all over his middle and lower body. Touching the boys slender bicep, Papi said, “We’ll work on this body a bit, even you out. But I like a big ass and for a little white skater twink, you got a great butt.” He stood behind the boy, leaning down a bit , his big manly arms around the twinks neck. He started nibbling on Pauli’s right ear. Jose grinned, “Okay boss I will head out, looks like you’re going to be occupied.” Papi stopped nibbling. “I will wire you money for transit and expenses through our secure account.” He continued, “As I bonus for doing this, I texted you the address of a hot little former quarterback who’s one of my big earners. He’s a white boy who craves black and Latin cock. He’s all set up with party supplies and will keep you happy for as long as you like.” Jose grinned and started to thank his Boss, but Papi was already headed to the run-down barn, his big hands spanking the little white boy hard, making him squeal. When they got to the barn, Papi set Pauli down and pulled out a piss- and cum-stained pair of briefs. He tied them around Pauli’s eyes, and the crotch was over Pauli’s nose. The smell of the man’s sweat and piss was making Pauli incredibly horny, despite his anger and terror at being made a captive. The big Latino entered the barn, and closed the door. Pauli heard numbers being entered into a keypad and mechanical whirring. Seconds later Papi picked him up again and he felt them going down some stairs. The basement was cool, with well-filtered air. Papi walked him down what seemed like a hallway, a brief pause as another access code was entered, and he sat Pauli down on a padded floor and removed the blindfold. Papi immediately moved off to Pauli’s right and Pauli heard him rattling around in some drawers. Pauli looked around the room and was immediately scared. One wall was mirrored, with a sling (he knew the word from porn, of course) and then something else he knew to be a fuckbench. On the longer wall adjoining it was a big X shaped thing, like everything else it outfitted with restraints for hands and feet and other body parts. Next to the X there was a white peg board, with all kind of leather paddles, whips, straps, sets of ball gags and cuffs. He heard Papi laugh, “Keep turning, you are just getting to my favorite part.” Pauli turned and his eyes widen widened with alarm. The shorter wall opposite had shelves and shelves of butt toys of all shapes and sizes, from the merely large to horrifyingly gigantic. He recognized dildos and plugs from porn and from Twitter, but he had no idea what some of those things did. There were also all kinds of other devices—metal, rubber—which he had no idea what they were for. Suddenly he felt the big man behind him again and for the first time felt his huge naked cock pushed into his butt. “Don’t worry baby, Papi will go slow,” he whispered, “but you should know each those shelves is three toys deep.” The his voice turned stern, “And eventually you experience every single one of those instruments of pleasure and torture and will take every butt toy on that wall to the base. If you don’t,you will be punished. And then we will start again Is that clear, boy?” Pauli gulped, sweating, “Yes, Papi.” Papi grabbed a clear water bottle he’d had on the floor, filled it with orange liquid. He put the drinking tube in Pauli’s mouth and fed the boy several ounces of bitter, salty, orange Gatorade. Papi grinned, “Good boy. You’ll get used to the taste. Just a little GHB to help you relax.” He brought the boy over to the shower area and handcuffed him to a bar, facing a mirrror on one wall and spread his legs wide on a spreader bar. “I always like to see a boys face when I hurt them” Papi said, “Turns me the fuck on.” For the next 45 minutes, Papi administered larger and deeper enemas to Pauli. After the boy’s hole was clean deep inside—it didn’t take long beecause for the last 24 hours all he’d been allowed to eat was smoothies, semen, and piss. Then he started filling the boy up until his stomach bloated and pluggging his hole. He untied his hands and bound him tightly with his arms back, forcing his back to arch and the big enema visible across his little abs. Then Papi started punching the boy in the abs, making his stomach cramp and roil. Finally, he attached tight tit clamps to the boys erect nipples and punched again. After delivering six hard blow, he reached up and ripped the clamps off. Pauli screamed and convulsed and the plug and water came shooting out. Without saying a word, Papi began threading the sure shot deep in the boys guts filling the boys entire colon with even more water than before. The gorgeous little twinks stomach bulged and the cramps began before he pulled the house into the inner rectum and filled it so full the boy was shaking and groaning in pain. He then popped in an inflatable and blew it up just enough to make the boy groan. He quickly removed the spreader bar—it would get in the way of the coming fuck and hoisted the boy up so he was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. He then walked over and grabbed a fully loaded point, with more than he usually gave a newbie. He wanted the boy begging for abuse sooner rather than later. Papi said in a low, matter-of—fact tone, “I own you. You are nothing but a set of holes, both always available for my cock, my cum, my piss, and my spit. Your body is just there to support your holes, and to provide me pleasure by hurting you.” With that last he reached out and grabbed Pauli’s mouth and kissed him roughly, then spitting in his mouth and all over his face. “Your master is goning to give you your first dose of Tina,” he said darkly, bringing the syringe up in his strong right arm, “I am going to show you your true nature, tonight, and every night for the rest of your life. You will experience sexual pleasure that you will find as addictive as the drug itself.” Papi stepped back and put the needle in his own arm, filling the vial with his blood. Then shaking it, he stepped forward and looked Pauli straight in the eye. “Beg me for the gift of my charged DNA, slave, beg me to make you poz.” Pauli at first didn’t speak, his eyes wide with fear and longing. And then he realized, in his heart of hearts he wanted nothing more than to submit to this dominant stud. He wanted to be used and abused, he wanted to experience what the young twinks in his favorite porn did when they were roughly fucked, and slapped around. He’d always wondered at their expression of pure bliss, even when they were getting treated like dirt. He looked Papi straight in the eyes and said, “Please, Papi, sir, my master, please use me as you see fit. Teach me to please your god-like body and your god-like cock.” Papi smiled. The boy seemed sincere but he was also rolling on some g. But no matter if the boy meant it—or even said it—Papi would use the boy. He walked up and held the needle to the boys vein, “Don’t move your head, or this will damage you.” He then expertly gave the boy a big shot of Tina mixed with his own charged blood, the boys eyes grew wide, and Papi barely got the needle out before he began to cough loudly. Within seconds he was truly begging, begging for the big cock to pierce his virgin butt. Papi walked behind the boy, greasing up his cock with Tina-laced lube. He went behind the boy and pulled the tight, round cheeks apart and ripped the buttplug from, the boys hole. Papi stood aside as water streamed out. The big Latino hosed the boy off and made sure any waste was down the drain. He stood in front of the boy, hanging now for, just his hands in the ceiling. Picked up his little muscular legs and lined up his cock. “This is going to be so much fun.” Papi sunk his big cock into Pauli slowly and surely. Pauli’s blue eyes grew wide, “Oh…owww…oh please, go slowly, please.” Papi grinned evilly and said, “No can do slut, this is my hole and I claim it.” Papi did stop when his huge swollen cockhead reached Pauli’s tender inner hole. He planned to fuck the boys outer hole first, opening him up, before teaching the boy about true deep fucking. Papi settled in for a nice long fuck, delivering slow strokes that just touched at the boys inner gate. Soon, the Tina began to set Pauli free, and his true bottom pig nature won out. Soon he was begging, “Please sir, please sir, harder. Use your hole, open my pussy.” Papi fucked and fucked, pounding the boy, changing his angles and stretching his new boycunt. He could famously fuck for a long, long time, having almost superhuman control over when he came. So he railed the boy for about 45 minutes, teaching the boy to grip his big rod tightly on the outstroke and looser on the instroke. If Pauli failed to do this, he got a hard slap to his face. Paul learned to open his mouth so Papi could spit in his mouth. Pauli was in heaven. The drugs made his ass so hungry and the man fucking him was a fantasy come true. He no longer cared he’d been sold by his mother, all he cared about was pleasing this Latino sex machine. Papi, for his part, decided he wanted to come. And there was no better place to do it then in his new slaves tight inner ring. Papi pulled his hips back quickly, his big cockhead leaving Pauli’s hole with a loud squelch. Pauli cried out, “NO, please, sir, don’t stop don’t stop.” Papi said nothing, just grinned, and then he snapped his hips forward, hard, skewing the boy until his giant cock was buried balls deep. Pauli screamed, eyes wide, as the thick ten inches sunk through his second hole. Papi grinned, and realized he’d hit the jackpot—the boys anus was on the short side, 6 inches, meaning the most sensitive part of his cock—the giant head, glans, and upper body—were buried four inches into the tight velvety smoothness of the lower sigmoid. “That, boy, is your second hole. That hole and all the other rings for the entire length of your colon belong to me and to anyone I whore you out to. Right now, I am taking just the first part of your second hole.” With that he pulled his cock out about five inches, exiting the second ring and then immediately slammed back in. “But all of your hole belongs to me, and you will give every single inch of your colon to me. Not all today, not all tomorrow, but little by little, week by week, I will claim your hole. All of it, shoulder deep.” Pauli knew he should be horrified, protesting, but he had to admit, the big warm cock felt amazing in him. It hurt like hell but he knew he deserved to be taken, to be used, it was his destiny. He could feel the drugs rewriting his brain, could feel his hole start to caress the massive cockhead, start to rekindle that primal need he had for a hard fuck. Papi felt it too—he was expecting it—and he smiled and said in a low voice, “Push out, like you are taking a dump , it will make it easier and let me fuck you deeper, then grip hard on the outstroke, show Papi’s cock you don’t want it to go.” And so for about 10 heavenly minutes, Papi raped Pauli’s virgin inner hole. The boy was so hot, Papi came long before he wanted, his toxic cum spurting ropes and ropes inside the boy. As he pulled out, he saw his cock was a little pink. Good, he’d convert the boy sooner if he bled. Papi loosened the boys bonds and Pauli collapsed on the floor. Without saying a word, Papi strode over to one of his big reclining thrones, that displayed his big cock and tight asshole for twinks to service. Settling in, he grabbed one of the freshly loaded pipes he had all around the room and began to light up. “Get over here slave, and clean my cock and worship daddy’s manly ass. Make it feel good or I will crop you little butt.” After alwardly crawling over to service his lord’s cock, Paulo tried. But he had trouble. Papi’s cock was massive and he was relatively inexperience. In response, his new master got up and held him up tightly by his throat and cropped his cock and balls, beating the boy hard until Pauli was in tears. Satisfied the boy knew how much pain he could give him, Papi dropped the boy who lay crumpled on the floor. He walked over to one his wall racks and grabbed a mouth spreader. When Pauli resisted, Papi growled and grabbed the crop. He leaned down and spread the boys cheeks and beat his sore asshole, delivering 15 stinging hard leather slaps to the tender, freshly-deflowered ring. After the first five, Pauli began to beg, saying he would try better. But Papi was merciless, counting down from 15, each strike harder than the last. Pauli was quivering and sobbing as Papi reinserted the ring and stretched the boys mouth so hard the boys jaw ached. Papi leaned back in his chair again, and using the boys mouth like a living fleshlight, began to pleasure himself with his new boys mouth. Pauli gagged and retched, but Papi in no way responded. The boy needed to learn that he wasn’t a person, he was a hole. Boring of this position, Papi stood and carried the boy—his face already covered in phlegm—and placed him with his head hanging over the edge of one of the little fuck beds. And then Papi really began to facefuck the little twink. Papi edged himself like this for probably 45 minutes. He figured the boy had probably passed out a few times from lack of air, but he just kept on fucking, delivering long brutal punching strokes deep into the boys throat. From time to time he’d punch or squeeze the boys little balls, enjoying the way screaming made his cock penetrate deeepr down the twinks slender throat. Keeping up a steady attack on the boys nuts, already starting to swell, Papi thrust deep into the boy’s gullet and came again, big ropes of cum filling the boy, who gurgled and gagged beneath the big Latin. Now Papi paused to catch his breath, his insatiable cock barely loosing any blood, and then he began to piss, moving his cock up so it rested on the boys tongue, loving the way the boys tongue involuntarily shuddered at the strong taste. Papi prolonged the piss as long as he could. Then wordlessly, he pulled out, and removed the mouth spreader from the boys mouth. He then threw the boy over onto his stomach on the bed and cuffed his hands behind his back. He walked over to the chair and grabbed his crop, and a big vial of Tina, and then grabbed the inflatable plug and some laced libe the boy had taken earlier. He walked over the boy, picked his head up, and said, “Open your mouth pussy.” When Pauli complied, Papi pushed his still semi-hard cock in all the way, sighing in blisss. He then leaned over—not carrying if it hurt the boys neck—and spread the boys checks and delivered five super cruel lashes of the crop to the little hole. Pauli screamed in pain—while it came out like a loud gurgle around Papi’s now rock hard cock—but again, that just allowed Papi’s fat ten inches to find deeper purchase. Papi selected several big rocks and pushed them into the boy hole, enjoying the sensation the boy’s throat caused as he shouted again from the paibain. Lining up the toy, he slide it home and began pumping. He pumped it just enough to fill the boy. Papi immediately yanked his cock out of the boy’s throat and walked backwards, seating himself in one of his big comfortable thrones, which placed his cock and ass—muscle cheeks wide open—in perfect position for his new little slave to worship with his mouth. Pointing down, Papi said, “Serve, slave bitch.” The boys eyes were alight with the dark desires fuedl by the Tina, and he struggled forward on his knees, looking with naked hunger at the big cock. As he moved forward to engulf it in his mouth, he was brutally slapped. “Not my cock. Serve my sweaty ass, bitch, get in there and clean it up.” About 30 minutes later, Pauli was as deep as his little, exhausted tongue could reach into his master’s hard ass. Saliva and phlegm from another brutal facefuck covered his sweet face, and Papi was using the boy’s mouth juice as lube as he enjoyed the boys abject service. Right, he thought, time to fuck. Abruptly standing up, he used his big feet to push the boys neck to the ground. “Get that fat ass up, arch your back, and keep your head on the ground.” He grabbed his vial of Tina but no lube—the boys thick phlegm should work fine. Standing behind the boy, he realized the big inflatable was still in. How had he forgot about that? Kneeling down and jacking his cock, he began to press on the pump bulb, enjoying Pauli’s increasingly desperate moans. Finally he achieved his goal. The little twinks hole couldn’t contain the huge thing and with shriek the boys asshole expelled the giant toy with a rush, spraying pink lube and cum everywhere. Pauli’s hole was already beginning to look it had been cunted, but Papi knew better: he hadn’t even begun to cunt the bitch. Picking out a nice rock from his vial, he pushed it into his piss slit. It burned a little, and he could feel the Tina. He smiled darkly, because he knew the boypussy he was gonna fuck would feel the burn more. With an expert hand he spread the boys cheeks with his left hand as his right hand lined up his preferred cuntimg tool, his dark monster cock, I’m the boys new cunt. Wordlessly he snapped his hips forward, mercilessly driving the cock in to the root. The boy was wordless for a second, and his back arched up even more as he brought his head of the floor to give a cry of anguish, but before that could happen, Papi had already pulled his cock already out and was delivering another cruel punch fuck, the huge rock still not dissolved and burning and scraping the full length of the boys ass a second time. Now Pauli paused, his cock throbbing as the boy cried out. “Fuuuck, burning hot poker, fat daddy cock fuck, hurts, burns, fucking tree trunk in my pussy.” Pauli grinned, gave a hard squeeze to his bladder knocking the rock off deep into the boys guts, tumbling a little burn of desire a little deeper. And then Papi began to fuck the boys second ring hard, jabbing his big tool into the burning hot space where the Tina dissolved, using it to spread the dissolving desire all around deep in the boys guts. Because he’d already come, he had even less trouble than usual extending this fuck, using the boys hole like he’d used a fleshjack to edge himself. But of course Papi had never had to use anything less than grade triple A live boypussy to edge himself. And so he fucked his new toy, changing positions every so often. He unbound the boys rest, and keeping his cock in place, he pushed the boy out flat, with one leg up, and fucked yet another deep place. Finally, when the boys legs were back to his ears, Papi pounding hi, at his deepest with his legs locked straight, fucking with his powerful abs and his body weight on his big arms Papi came again, his hot cum scalding the boy’s insides. Untold hours later—Papi hadn’t even bothered to look, but maybe 8 hours later—Papi’s hard throbbing cock was again buried deep into Pauli’s abused, loose hole. Pauli was prone beneath him, one leg up, and Papi’s upper body rested, turned at the only axis that mattered in Pauli’s head, where the cock that he worshiped entered his swollen hole. Papi moved slowly, savoring how every movement of his monster made the boy quiver. The boy was a mess. HIs nipples, swollen and sensitive from Papi’s sharp teeth, were pinched between the jagged points of a set of Papi’s most vicious titclamps. His gorgeous ass was bright red and purple, for he had been warmed up with the belt before taking the prison strap and then a three-tailed tawse. The cruel tips of the last one had shown Papi the new boys true nature. All night, as expected of a bottom slut, the boys small cock had been limp, drizzling precum and piss, but soft and shriveled. The minute the searing burn of the tawse hit his ass, Pauli had gotten rock hard. And then—and Papi had rarely seen this except on big masochistic muscle men—a slightly off-the-mark lash had wrapped itself between the boys checks, under his slightly upraise taint, and the tawse and struck the full length of the little hard cock, triggering a screaming, ecstatic orgasm for the twink. And finally they had ended up here, Pauli lost in a slow, rolling, wave of pleasure and pain. His entire focus was his hole and the cock that throbbed inside, and while he could feel the soreness of the welts and bruises on his back and ass, after his hole he felt his tits. He’d always had a sexual tie between his cock and his nipples, only able to come if he caressed his tits like a woman. But now the shifting stimulation as the pressure on them varied against the mat on the floor based on how much of Papi’s weight rested on him as the big cock slowly moved in and out of Pauli’s hole, stimulated both his hole and his sore cock, with its sizzling red tawse welt running the entire length of its underside. His only that was that he could be like this forever, sore, open and used, his entire mind and body mastered by the hunky Latino who fucked him like a delicate violin of pain and pleasure. Papi got up on his hands, grabbed the boys hip, and starting increasing his speed, pulling out and slamming in. Pauli was in agony, as the big cock punched his sore lips and drove deep into his colon. For about 10 minutes Papi continued this rough treatment, reminding the boy that he was nothing, that Papi ‘s cock was his lord and master. Then, lost in the ecstacy of the boys sore hole fluttering around his cock he allowed himself to come, shooting great burning ropes of his toxic seed, all up and down the quivering boys hole. Papi allowed himself a few moments rest, his weight wrapped around the boy. He stayed still, but the boy’s hole pulsed around his fat cock, as if it couldn’t decide if it hated the abuse or craved more. Papi smiled darkly. Lifting himself up on his arms, living his cock still buried tight in the boys soft, warm, velvet cunt, he grabbed the big vial and small plate he had set down earlier. He chose six big shards, each one bigger than the last, and set them in order on the plate. He then took a smaller vial of finely crushed powder and made a rather large pile next to the final shard. He lubed up his fingers and began to gently ,assuage the boys hole around his cock. At the same time, he slowly began to piss, giving the boy about one half of his bladder’s fill in his inner hole, and slid his cock out. He kept his right legged hooked over the boy, and used his free hand to position the smallest rock, and then slid it in. Using a single finger now, he rolled the little burning thing all aloud the boys inner ring. Pauli responded with a little cry but then his hole loosened slightly and he sighed in pleasure. Papi was very gently, soothing in his massage of the boypuss, and once the rock was absorbed into the bou, he grabbed the next one, and used two fingers to do the same. And so it went, Papi: rock, finger, absorb, massage, Pauli: cry out at the burn, coo in pleasure, open pussy. Papi prepared to pounce, positioning himself to straighten the boys legs and pin him down, he grabbed the largest rock, and slipped it in, then, turning his hand upright, he dumped the pile into his palm. Putting his fingers in the bird shape, he simultaneously drove his whole hand inside the hole and, with the other hand, straightened the boys left leg, and used his right leg to put himself on top of the boy, pinning him down. The boy was close to be open enough for fisting, but of course he wasn’t quite. A kinder man would have spent more time preparing the boy so the boy could give his hole. But Paulie needed to be taught that Master Papi took from Paulie, whether Pauli gave willingly or not. As the fist entered the boys ass, his boypussy ring shuddered in alarm, powerless to prevent the intrusion because it was just, oh so nearly stretched enough. The final result was brutal, total, control. Pauli was pinned from ankle to shoulder by the much larger man, his hole was filled—from rectum well into almost the second knuckle of the long hands in his second ring. The big shard had been pushed inside him deep into his second hole, burning a new path of dark, twisted desire deep within his ass. Pauli gave a hoarse cream, and his body was utterly rigid, his mouth gaping open in pain. It was not just the feeling of something enormous, bony, and hard jammed into his ass that was causing his body to react with shock and pain, it was the intense burn of the big shard the man was gently rolling around his inner space. Papi was utterly still, letting the boy realize how he’d been taken, then he leaned in and whispered darkly, “Who owns that pussy, slave?” Pauli struggled to speak, still lost in agony turning to hot desire, and finally croaked, “You, sir, you.” Papi waited several minutes, letting the huge dose of Tina take over the boy, and then he gently unfolded his hand, stretching the inner ring while depositing the big pile of finely crushed Tina into the boys hole as he began gently twisting his hand, distributing the a burning need. This time Pauli screamed—the crushed Tina was absorbed almost immediately, its burning hot and more intense. By this point the boy’s hole and received the equivalent of a massive slam. A fresh, intense sweat poured off him, and he began to quiver in sexual heat. He whined, and his hole begins to flutter around Papi’s hand. Papi return his hand to the bird shape and abruptly pulled out. Pauli cried out —he was still a bit sore, but complied immediately as Papi position him on his knees, head and arms resting flat against the floormat. Wordlessly, Papi slipped his hand back inside the boy. Again, there was a little moment when the ring tried to resist, but he went in fairly smoothly even as the boy cried out. Now, Papi began to gently fist, moving his hand around to make space. As soon as Pauli began to coo and push his little ass back, Papi changed tactics and abruptly pushed in slightly while cruelly stretching the boys inner ring. “You know why I love fisting, boy.” Papi mused idly, refolding his hand and returning to gently massaging the boypussy. “I can drive a boy wild, control him like a puppet, teach him who is master truly is.” And so Papi fisted his preciously-virgin 18-year old slave as the boy rode wave after wave of Tina-induced pleasure. Papi flipped him onto his back and got him in a sling, and gave him a bottle of poppers. The big Latino sex machine alternated between gently fisting the drove the boy crazy to hard stretching periods, making his hand bigger and bigger as he every so slowly pulled out. He didn’t go deep, and although he had periods of pulling out and pushing in, he didn’t teach the boy to be punched yet. Papi just enjoyed the abject surrender and submission on the boys face, a look he had seen on other young virgin twinks faces when he had deflowered them so totally—with slams, with his big cock, his cruel beatings, and then then final taking—fisting fucking the little sore boypussy right before it were really ready. Papi knew, the boy was now his, addicted to one person could take them on this hard, dark, journey. When Papi got bored with fisting, he fucked the boy, his big cock squelching in the loose, destroyed hole. He used dildos—none to long, but he paid no regard to how thick they were, patiently waiting as the boy groaned and his boypuss lips stretched thinner and thinner around the bigger and bigger toys. Papi was content for the boy to take just the head of the toys, letting the head just start to part the inner lips. Sometimes, though, he dropped a little shard in, alongside a tool with a particularly tapered head, and then as that kicked in, he’d have the boy do big, long, deep hits of poppers. On those time he would slide the dildo in, stretching the inner ring. Papi decided he did want to work the boys inner ring, he went back a half dozen sizes, dropped a pile of finely crushed Tina in, and as the boy began to quake, he pushed the toy in. He was gentle, but insistent, and soon all nine inches, a rigid toy a bit thicker than his cock times two, was buried in Pauli. This meant that not only was his second ring stretched, but areas that hadn’t been stretched in hours were forced open. Paulie lay there, panting, holding his legs wide, his face a mask of submission. Taking this as an open invitation, Papi slowly began to fuck the boy, building slowly in speed, wielding the hard thick toy with practiced expertise, moving the toy in new directions to stretch his inner ring and make more space. He kept at this for a good while, until the hole was good and loose. He lived his free hand by dipping it the tub of xlube he placed below the boy to catch the drips and overflowed, balled up his fist yanked the toy out and after the hole closed, he punched his fist in. Pauli cried out, his eyes wide with surprise and his body stuttered a minute as the colon began to accept the big fist. Papi stood still, smiling slightly, and let the boy’s body adjust. Once the hole had settled down, and he could see the hunger for it grow, he began to move his fist in and out, eventually pulling partially out to stretch the rectum and then pushing in on the second ring more insistently. Finally, satisfied the hole was loosening up, he collapsed his fist down in the bird shape and slid smoothly hot. Pauli was begging with his eyes, and Papi smiled. He balled his fist up and pushed in hard, collapsed his hand, pulled out, doing this over and over again. Pauli was a little wild minx, begging for abuse yet struggling, huffing on the poppers and groaning and crying out. After about 20 minutes Papi pushed the big fist in, collapse it, and pushed through the second ring. “I own this hole, don’t ever forget.” And Pauli just wordlessly stared, mouth open in a silent howl. As soon as the boy relaxed, Papi pulled out and repeated the sequence, hard square fist that turns into a collapsed bird shape before taking the boys second ring. Pauli was at first overwhelmed, with his mouth still agape and in a wordless howl. On the third deep punch, he shouted, “Fuuuuuuuuuck, Papi, fuuuuuuuck me.” And so fist and fuck his Papi did. For about 7 hours, Papi fisted his new boy. He was pleased the boy could take his punches so well. He didn’t try to take his balled fist through the boy second hole, but he loved to punch his outer hole. Then he would fuck the soft warm pussy, give it a big burning load of toxic sperm. load it with chempiss, and then start the gentle cycle of fisting up until he was hard punching the outer ring, sliding into a narrow bird shale to punch through the inner ring. He did this over and over, hour after hour, until the boy was a writhing mess. Finally, at the end of the last fisting cycle they ended up on the floor again, gently fucking, but this time Papi hand was wrapped around his big fat cock. Sometimes he pull his cock out, and just gently fist and stretch the boy, every motion sending painful delight through the boys cunt. Paulie was a goner, moaning softly, and then crying out when Papi would be a little aggressive and punch him a little harder. Hearing the boys cries, turned Papi on and he’d then slam his big cock in and fuck the boy a little harder. Papi. Used the boys sore swollen cuntlike a fleshlight, edging himself on, jacking his cock off inside, until after about 1.5 hour, seeing Pauli was beyond used up, Papi came again. He left the boy tied face down, spread eagle, masked and gagged, with a pussy full of chempiss and big pile of Tina, a big electric buttplug lodged inside. The buttplug played a program that started of gentle, rose to sharp jolt, harder and harder, and then ended with increasingly long periods of 1,2, 3, 4, and finally 5 long minutes of agonizing continuous burning electrical shock in his boy butt. After about an hour and a half, Papi came down and found the boy in a pool of sweat and his own piss. Reaching down, he took the boys mask off, disabled the program the program and set the thing on a low, throbbing pulse, He then grabbed a wide colllar that forced the boy to look up, put it on Pauli. Papi then grabbed some lube, a pipe and a comfortable chair and sit it where the boy could see. He then grabbed the controller and sat down and set the thing to max. He then set a timer for 10 minutes and sat and watched the boy suffer, screaming in agony as his new master jacked his big cock. Papi then got up and got a bigger control with a larger charged, changed it out, and amped it up to just one above previous and gave the boy another ten. He removed the gag, turned it up to 2 above the previous max, and set a timer for 15 minutes. As Pauli screamed and begged Papi brought himself to a resounding climax, catching it in his hand. Turning off the electro, the boy panting, with tears running down his cheeks, and Pauli desperately licked his Papi’s come, desperate for moisture. Seeing how dry the boy was, he gave the boy a load of piss, and for the first time the boy looked adoring at Papi, so great was his thirst. He picked the boy up—he couldn’t stand on his own, and suspended him in the shower. He gently watched him and then vigorously cleaned out his sore boypussy, his big insatiable cock rising again at the boy cries. He threaded the hose deep in the boy’s guts and fucked him again, enjoying the boys screams and feeling of water coming out of the boys hole as he fucked it in, until he came again. He finished cleaning the boy, gave him a Gatorade laced with relaxlents, and two sleeping pills. He tied the boy face down in the hard little bed, his arms spread. Drifting off with his little formerly-virgin boypuss stuffed tight with healing ointment and a rather large metal buttplug, Pauli was so exhausted he couldn’t think, laying there with his hole throbbing around the big plug. Finally, Pauli slipped into a deep deep dark sleep.

Unfortunately none where I'm freshly fucked so this will have to do.

My neg hole

Anonymous hookups make me feel like even more of a slut.

Getting comfortable with taking cock pics never really have before

good fuck buddies are always good to have, love blowing my semen in a good hole i know well, and sometimes difficult to find. randoms are always fun because of the novelty and getting to spread my seed in a new hole. i love both FBs and randoms.

He wonders who the first chaser was. The first time—before it even became an actual thought, before it crystallized as an urge. He wants to know what cocksucker got the idea in the first place, before it was conscious, before it had language. Did this faggot read about the gay cancer and immediately get a boner? Did his body recognize the drive for destruction before he himself knew it? Did he just feel that initial warmth rush to fill his cock, then his hole, causing it to twitch.. and that was that? He wonders about the sequence of events. When the dick ditch of a man, on his back with his hole gaped open, uttered the plea: “give me your poz seed,” or some desperate variation of it. And then like a virus, it spread. The drive, the hunger… do we only recognize when we are told, like the age old “don’t know what you dont know?” Or did this urge exist in all men regardless of sexuality? Maybe he had no choice. Maybe he gave in when he realized he was too small to stop what fate had already decided. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe the Top was the unwilling one, like it was for Matthew. Resisting until he finally found himself balls deep, raw, finally letting go and relishing the sublime feeling he’d denied himself for so long, all in the name of… what? Safety? There’s nothing safe about sex. There never has been. The danger has always existed. We can do our best to prevent it, but at the end of the day—at the very end of the day—this is what we are: men. Not just gay men, but men. Men who like to fuck and seed, no—need. And no amount of latex or rubber will ever get in their way of men, ever again. With that, Matthew exhales and allows the warm grip of the twenty year old cumdump’s hole begin its work of milking out the last drops of his toxic seed. He lets the pleasure settle in his body and cock, feels the hole squeeze and relax, feeling the poisonous load drain from his formerly heavy balls. He doesn’t even realize what’s happened—how hard and deep he’s come—until he opens his eyes and sees that he’s still fucking the dump, his hole wet with death seed being pounded deeper and deeper in long, forceful strokes. His cock, still hard, is coated in slick. The deepening tinge of pink grows with every thrust. red-streaks on his shaft, pink cum foam gathering at the base of his dick. He relishes the sense of power he gets when he’s fucked hard enough to draw blood, and the sight makes him come again almost immediately. Another quick hammered drills that make the bottom tense up, surprised by the post-climax onslaught, and the sharp pangs of pain that follow. Another shot of poison. Another toxic bullet. Deeper. Harder. Deadlier. Seven months later, he Matthew finds himself slamming his cock into the same cumdump. Now he can see how the hole has changed—puffy, loose. The body beneath him is frail, spotted with signs of death. He’s so young, he thinks to himself…but before that thought could even take hold, his cock pulses, thickens and the grin that landed this young faggot7 months prior appears like a mask just slipped on. And Matthew aggressively pulls his cock all the way out and back in, then side to side, hard and slow, for an hour. He sees bruises on the body where he gripped too hard. He sees the bruising on his face from the punches he landed on the side of his face. The blonde hair that once lifted into the sky had been shaved off, leaving the fuck hole looking even more unhuman. He’s an evacuated, skeleton of his former bright self. And as me jackhammers toward his orgasm, not quite there, that’s when he feels it. The hole has finally stoppped gripping. He watches the faggot beneath him, waits for his chest to rise, and fall. Nothing. Then, a small rise and relief floods his chest, and he continues to pump. This time, hard. One last load. He keeps fucking till he climaxes just a few seconds later, the idea of such power, being able to fuck a man into his final breath pushes him over the edge. He withdraws and watches the cum dribble out. How natural, he thinks. And how this would have disgusted him a year ago. He lets his breath catch up, his body ready to collapse with exhaustion. He has afterall, been up now for two days straight. With reverence only men like Matthew can understand, he slowly drops down to his knees. He closes his eyes, leans forward, and like an animal deprived of water, begins to hungrily lap up what he can, his tongue digging deep, the familiar tasting warmth leaving that cool shiny film all over his face. When there’s no more to suck out and swallow, no more to lick up and relish, he gets to his feet. He leans over the boy, scans his face, taming him in. He wants to burn in the destruction that he caused this boy. He wants to think of him, lying here, passed out from too much G, wide open and available to whomever decides to walk past the slightly open door that he will soon leave ajar. Matthew imagines the next man to slip into the room to find him now in this condition with few rigs scattered about, and what they might do. He knows what he wants them to do and it is this very thought that sends the blood southward and out into his cock. The slow revival of his cock once again urges him forward—to move on and find another faggot to fuck the days away.

I've heard that place was wild!!!!

My first tubs experience was at Mans Country on N. Clark St, S. Andersonville, Chicago. And, it was the first of many .....

Interestingly, although this post is almost 9 years old now, the answers seem to be remarkably similar. Most of us have figured out that the fuckapps are fading in viability, and the guys that don't live in/near a major metro area are suffering for it. I read posts / replies about how lucky a guy feels that an assignation actually did work out, and I feel sorry for guys that have nothing but the fuckapps to depend on for sex. Frankly, BZ is the closest thing to a *real* cruise-app than the old ones are these days.

I woke up around 5 and felt the pretty warm body next to me. I still get boners all the time, especially when cute sexy people are around me. Just imagine what would a tender naked frame do to my hormones. The little hair around his ass lips were cum-stiffed from my load, but the cleft of his late virgin hole exuded a moist and aphrodisiac smell that stirred another raging hard on from me. I gently pushed him on his stomach and spread his legs wide enough to diligently drove the head of my cock in the warmth of his ass. - "Braaawwww!" The trailer did not echoed Elio’s scream, but with the window opened, I am sure that Max, my neighbor, would heard it. I smiled as a rammed the rest of my cock up his hot furnace, stretching the bruised hole for a second time in the last few hours. - "Oh, my God! Please stop! Don’t… you’re killing me!" - "Hardly" I replied, grinding my balls against his. - "It’s too big!" - "Nah bitch, you’ll get used to it. Lucky you, I am not by far the biggest one." It did not take long for me to reach the point of no return. I deposited my toxic load 7 inches deep in his bowel and that was, perhaps my most deceptive part: I don’t shoot huge load. Load that will leak as I pulled out. No, on the contrary, may be a full teaspoon that would lay in the depth of the bottom, smoothly coating the inside of any tightest holes, slowly absorbing my corrupted DNA as it gets spread with each thrust in the aftermath of my orgasm. A load just big enough to infect and impregnated my fuck of the day, most of the time unwilling to go full-bareback, asking me a promise to pull out. Promise that I would never give or commit to. I firmly bite his neck just next to the jugular. Marking my territory. Making him mine. All my potent babies were inside him now. - "What’s wrong with you?" - "Shhh now. Let’s go back to sleep." I was awakened by the feeble wailing of the old man and the chain rattling. Elio was also awake, staring at me. - Hello, sunshine. Hmmph… You really smell like a cheap drunken whore. I removed the blindfold from the slave. After clinging his eyes a few times, he focused on Elio with curiosity, maybe jealousy. I removed the gag, uncuffed him and unlocked the cock cage. - Up in the shower. Both of you. I want you squeakly clean. After 10 minutes, both of them stood naked. The old man had a full erection, standing at attention his little soldier of 3-3/4 inch, not more larger than a thumb. Elio’s cock was showing a semi. - Did he suck you? The slave glance briefly at Elio before looking back at me. - Yeah, he did. - Good. Let’s eat, we have a long day ahead of us. I ordered the slave to clean up while I took Elio with me to the bathroom. - But I already showered. - I want you to get acquainted with my body. Elio stood still while I fingered his ass. - You are probably sore, but you are not bleeding. He washed my body thoroughly with his tongue. One might say Elio was reluctant at first, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration. I whispered him few punishment ideas that I might do if he didn’t get with the program. So, I got a tongue bath, except for my ass. - Next time I pushed him under the showerhead, and soaped his body; my hand sliding on the smooth skin. Really arousing. I pissed on him again for fun. Also, to get him used to it. After that I got dressed: t-shirt, jeans, running shoes. Simple. Elio was looking around for his clothes. - I took you stuff outside. Here, wear this today. I handed him a bright pink thong that belonged to the old man. A trophy from one of his past conquests. Elio was going to protest when a knock on the door interrupted him. - Put it on or go answer the door bare naked. None the wiser, he got to it. The old man was standing next to me, eyeing the young frame dealing with the thong. - Get dressed. Dimitri is picking you up. You are going to stay with him for a while. - But… - Tss… tss… not a word. I am in a good mood, and you don’t want me to get angry now, don’t you? - No sir. A whistle came from the door. It was Max, my neighbor. A tall lanky man, with grey crop hair. Probably in his early 70’s. He was gently playing with Elio’s tits. - That explains the early screams this morning. I laughed. Elio’s face was red from shame. From my angle, I was able to admire the young man. Dark black. All over, even his pits and pubes. A thin layer on his chest, ass and legs. The pink thong had crawl between his cheeks making a sexy contrast. - You want me to babysit for you today? The slave came back dressed: a mini skirt that cover the cock cage, but barely his low hangers. The mouth gag was in place. I tightened the strap. - The old man is going on vacation at Dimitri’s resort! So, I might take your offer for the new one later today. Dimitri’s Resort! More like one of Dante’s inferno circles. A month after I took over the faggot’s life, he put up a fight. “They always do”, my friend Dimitri told me back then. - You need to bring them down a little. It was the first trip for my roomie with Dimitri. He came back more cooperative. The second trip made him fully-dedicated to my needs. No more tantrum and laziness. Dimitri showed up not long after that. - See you in the fall, except if I get a like of the faggot! - Hmmfff… Hmmfff… Elio was looking at the scene, not truly understanding the somber meaningful menace. - Mark my words. Never get on the wrong side of Dimitri.

Never! Honestly wish my pussy was a lot looser, to the point it won’t be able to close. Gonna keep working towards that

Chapter 4 - Breeding Zone Brian quickly closed his laptop. He was stunned. Sitting naked on his bed with his hard dick in his hand, he felt like his heart had dropped out of his body for an instant. He had been simultaneously so excited, aroused, and nervous about the prospect of hooking up that his heart was pounding. That quickly gave way to a mix of confusion, disappointment, and a faint hint of lust that he didn’t quite understand. Even with his laptop closed, Brian found himself continuing to stroke his cock, now lying in his bed in the dark. He couldn’t stop himself from going where his horny mind seemed determined to take him, and he began to imagine Adam’s mature, experienced body on top of him, his cock pushing on his virgin asshole, awaiting an invitation to enter. Brian allowed the vision to continue, imagining his ass being opened for the first time as Adam’s cock slid inside of him. He wouldn’t admit to himself that Adam being HIV-positive was somehow making the scene even more erotic, but he recognized, at some level, that there was something different going on in his mind now. The fictional Adam only had to slide his cock balls deep in to his ass once for Brian to lose it and spray a huge burst of cum all over his smooth chest. He flinched as some made it all the way up to his cheek. He took a deep breath as he let his cock fall and rest against his stomach. Brian had trouble getting to sleep that night. His emotions were all over the place. It was clear now that he wanted sex… real sex. This was the closest he had ever come; actually talking to someone who lived close by, beginning to make plans. It was a big step for him. He felt scared and liberated; disappointed that Adam was poz, but also disappointed he couldn’t have him. At least he was sure now that he had to make this happen. He had to find a man and lose his virginity, soon. That night, though, he eventually got to sleep. The fog in his mind continued for the next couple of days. He was in a mood that he couldn’t pinpoint. Frustrated, annoyed, mad at everyone, quick to snipe at his friends at school. It was pretty normal teenage behavior really, but the cause of it wasn’t. Eventually, a couple nights later, Brian again found himself in his dark bedroom with his laptop open to a private browser, ready to rub out another load before trying to fall asleep. He opened Google and found himself typing the first thing that crossed his mind, before he had a chance to contemplate it too much: “getting fucked by a poz guy”. That was the beginning of a wormhole that would consume Brian for a week. He read about HIV, treatments and prevention, chances of transmission. The whole nine yards of “educational” information. But he also found some things on the internet he didn’t expect. He encountered the word “bug-chaser” for the first time, and learned that there were actually guys who intentionally got themselves infected. He stumbled on to some homemade porn videos where guys were actually moaning “fuck me with your poz dick” as they were getting fucked bareback. Brian was confused, but he was hard the whole time. Then, he came across Breeding Zone. He was nervous about even being on the site, let alone jerking off to it. But he couldn’t stop. Over the next few nights, he spent hours reading. At first, it was the pozzing stories in the backroom. Then, he read the threads of guys recounting their recent adventures. His dick wasn’t soft for a moment of it. He could feel the nerves that wouldn’t go away, but those nerves also made it the most erotic jerking off he’d ever done. He blew some of the biggest loads of his life when he’d finish reading a story about a daddy stealthing a college boy or a chaser begging to get knocked up. He couldn’t quite understand why this made him so horny, but there was no denying how it was making him feel. On Friday, when Brian got home from school, he was feeling even more pissed off and dejected than he had been these past few weeks. He had failed a big chemistry test. Studying had been harder as of late, he was too distracted all the time. The red “F” on the page was not something Brian had seen many times in his life, and his anxiety sent him spiraling. What if this sunk his chance of getting in to his dream school? Was he not as smart as he thought he was? It was the definition of an overeaction, but it had him shaken. Luckily, he had the house to himself, as the family was away at a band competition that weekend. His little brother was competing, but Brian had stayed home to not miss school. Feeling rebellious, he snuck a couple shots of vodka from the liquor shelf and headed to bed early, fully intending to take his time with a nice long jerking session. After the shots started kicking in, giving him a slight buzz, he was feeling angry and impulsive, and he picked up his phone. He found Adam’s number and quickly wrote out a text “Hey Adam it’s Brian, we chatted a couple weeks ago. Sorry I left abruptly. Still interested in meeting up?” Before he could think better of it, he hit sent. And to his surprise, he didn’t regret it. He was feaaling a little uneasy still, but he genuinely did hope Adam would respond, even if he thought it was unlikely. An hour later, he got a reply: “Hey man. Figured I scared you off.” “Yeah, kind of. But I’m back.” “And you still want to hook up?” “Yes” “You sure?” “Very sure” “Feels like you freaked when I told you I’m poz” “I did, but I’m back. I want your poz cock Adam” Brian couldn’t believe he had written that, let alone sent it. It was cathartic. It was basically the biggest FU he could give to his life at the moment, and he was all for it. “FUCK boy, I hope you mean that.” “I do.” “What changed your mind?” “Read a bunch of stuff online. Figured out its unlikely to transmit these days with meds and even if it does its not a death sentence.” “That’s true” “Good, cause I’m not trying to get pozzed necessarily, I just really want to get fucked and now I think it would make it even hotter.” “Well then Brian, my cock’s waiting, when you want to come over?” “How about tonight?” “Really? Someone’s antsy haha. I’m home alone, want to join me?” “Yeah my parents are gone so I can stay as long as you want” “Perfect, we’ll see how it goes but I won’t be surprised if you’re in my arms when the sun rises.” “Fuck Adam, you say the hottest shit haha” “Alright, my address is 1 Main St. When will you be here?” “Give me an hour and I’ll be there” Brian sat on the edge of his bed for what seemed like a year, but it was only about five minutes. He still wasn’t sure about this. He was horny and desparate, but this felt crazy. Driving to an older man’s house that you don’t know to let him fuck you? Plus he’s poz!? But, he was 18, and his teenage cock was hardening even as he questioned the wisdom of what he was about to do. Then, he took a deep breath, decided to stop thinking, hopped off his bed, and went to his closet. He pulled his trusty tan cargo shorts up over his dark blue boxers, threw on a faded red Coke graphic tee, put on his no-show socks and laced up his gray and orange Nike running shoes. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and his phone, and headed out, looking like any other nondescript skinny straight boy. He didn’t know how to live gay yet, but he was about to take a big first step.

This was about 1992 when I was 28. I had hooked up with an older (40ish) hispanic guy through a personal ad in the weekly alternative paper. I was quite a condom nazi at the time, but my guard was down because this hook up was just supposed to be oral. I had posted an ad for guys looking to fuck my face because I was really into that at the time. This guy was a total top, and he could tell I was a total bottom. We started out with him on the couch with me between his knees blowing his uncut, thick 8 incher. He was a smooth and knew what he wanted. Before I knew it, we had switched places. I was on the couch with my legs in the air, and he was between my knees with his tongue up my hole. Now remember this guy had a big cock. Even though I loved getting fucked, it usually took lots of lube and a slow entry for me to take a big one. Somehow he had my hole so opened up and slick with his spit that he slipped his cock all the way in my hole bareback in one smooth motion. It felt so good. Even though I was freaking out, I let him fuck me bare for a few minutes. Then I totally freaked. He was cool. He grudgingly put on a rubber and finished that way. He came back for seconds a week or so later and was nice enough about wearing a rubber although he asked about going bare. The third time we met though he invited me to his place. Just like he had done the first two times, he spent a long time eating my hole. This time though, he had a bottle of poppers handy. I kept sniffing them as he ate me out. When he reached for a condom, I asked him to please go bare. He smiled really big and told me he had been waiting to here me say that. He slid that big piece into me and a few minutes later gave me the first load I had taken in many years. He and I were fuck buddies for years. At first I was only bare with him, but soon I started asking other guys to go bare. Within a few years though, I was bareback all of the time.