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i was riding this guy from sniffies poz cock lastnight and when he put the amyl to my nose i thought of this story and replayed it in my mind as if it were me.

I woke up on Sunday late with a hangover. I finished cleaning and doing the laundry. It was hot so I decided to jump into the pool and swam laps. It felt good to swim and get some exercise. Swimming also clears my mind so that was also in calming myself down and ground me. After about 30 minutes of swimming I got out of the pool and lay on the lounger and took in a tan. I feel asleep and woke up around 4pm. I jumped into the water to refresh and then jumped in the shower. I went out and grabbed pizza and brought it back home. My friends texted me but I decided to stay home. I was tired and still processing all the things that have been going on in the last few weeks. I ate dinner, had a few beers and watched TV. I fell asleep on the couch and decided to go to bed early around 10pm. I woke up early the next morning at 6am. I decided to jump in the pool for a quick swim and do laps for about 15 minutes. I showered and went into work. I got into the office early around 7am. I started work at my desk. I heard the door to the office open around 7:15am. I kept working. About 10 minutes later I looked up and I saw Professor Post standing their in his cycling outfit. I looked at his cock and it was hard pushing thru the fabric of his thin tight shiny spandex. My mouth watered. "Touch it. I know you want to" he said He was right. I reached out and outlined his cock, teasing it thru the spandex. Rubbing it now and then using my other hand to massage his balls. He let out a soft moan. I couldn't hold back, I pulled down his shorts and shoved my nose in his contract and took a deep breath of his sweaty stink. "Yeah inhale that boy. Smell good don't it" he said pushing my head into his crotch more. I began to kiss and suck his cock. I licked it and tongued it. He pushed his hard cock deep in my mouth and into my throat. I gagged a bit and recovered. I wanted his mammoth meat in my mouth. I kept slobbering on his cock. "Suck it like you mean it. Worship it like it owns you" he said That last line clicked something in my head and I started to worship it and lather it with my tongue and kiss it. "Yeah good boy. You are such a sweet cock sucker" he said I sucked on him for a good 5 minutes. His entire crotch was wet with my spit and his precum leaking all over. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned my around and pulled down my shorts and bent me over my desk. He then leaned in and started to eat my ass out. "Ohhhh god" I moaned He just kept eating my ass and I pushed it back into his face wanting more. "Your pussy is so juicy and tasty" he said breaking and then going back to eat me He then stuck his finger in me working my prostate. I moaned louder pushing back on his now three fingers in me working my hole and prostate. I was leaking precum on the floor. "Your such a slut. Your pussy is all wet and its making your clit leak" he said working my hole. My moans got louder. "Please fuck me" I said softly "Tell me you want my POZ cum boy" he said I was torn, he was working my hole and I was so I need of cock in me but couldn't bare to say it. "Your hole is squeezing my fingers. It needs my cock and my cum but if you won't say it, you won't get it. Times up" he said With that he pulled out his fingers. I caught my breath and finally turned around. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and I cleaned his fingers. "Good boy eat your pussy juice off my fingers" he said pushing his fingers in my mouth. "Get down and be good for something. I know you want it" he said I dropped on my knees and started working on his cock. Licking, sucking and worshipping his stick. After about 5 minutes he was fucking my throat. It hurt as his PA ring kept hitting the back of my throat. I felt him tense and then he erupted in my mouth. I felt 6-7 spurts of his hot cum in my mouth. I savored it in my mouth to taste him and then swallowed. After a minute he finally pulled out of my mouth as the door opened to the office. He pointed at the ground at my precum, then he pulled back pulled up his shorts and walked away. I cleaned up the precum and pulled up my shorts and sat back down. My hole leaking from his spit and my ass juice. My cock was rock hard and leaking. There was a small spot on my shorts. Luckily it was black shorts. I could fee my ass spasming lightly from his ministrations.

I don't know how to respond with "likes" on here, but I sincerely appreciate the response and support. I was raised by the "golden rule," which I've come to learn is either utter bullshit or not as common as life made it seem early on. I probably have some undiagnosed quirks that don't help much, either. I have my moods for certain types of men from time to time (Latino men are my absolute favorite but our races seem to hate one another for NO GODDAMN REASON here on the West Coast) but I've generally never had any hang ups with race. In fact, the only reason I've only hooked up with 2 Asian men out of ??? men is because they're often looking for a white top, and there have been many other that went by because I wasn't a BBC top. But I digress... Evidently I need to find my way out to NYC in this lifetime. Perhaps I'll "accidentally" get stranded over there, too 😅

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

The motel's parking lot was a sea of cracked asphalt under the harsh glare of sodium lamps, the air thick with the hum of distant traffic and the stale scent of rain-soaked dumpsters. Jake, barely 19 and hailing from a nowhere town where dreams went to die, had scraped together bus fare on a whim, chasing whispers of quick money in the city. The online ad had promised 'discreet companionship gigs—no experience needed.' He'd figured it meant posing for photos or light flirting, not this. His palms sweated as he clutched the room key, the brass tag for Room 12 biting into his skin. Inside, the space was a time capsule of despair: yellowed walls with water stains blooming like bruises, a lumpy queen bed sagging under its own weight, and a bathroom door that hung crooked on rusted hinges. Jake paced, his sneakers scuffing the threadbare rug, rehearsing lines in his head. He was slim, boyish—5'9" with tousled brown hair, clear skin, and wide blue eyes that screamed innocence. Tight jeans hugged his narrow hips, and a simple white tee clung to his flat chest. The wired half-payment sat heavy in his pocket, a reminder that backing out wasn't an option. The knock came at exactly 9 PM, sharp as a gunshot. Jake's stomach twisted. He cracked the door, peeking out before swinging it wide. There stood Marcus, a wall of a man at 6'3", his frame packed with muscle from years of manual labor and gym sessions. Late 30s, with a square jaw shadowed by dark stubble, cropped black hair, and eyes like chipped emeralds—cold, calculating. He wore a fitted black polo that strained across his pecs and cargo pants that did nothing to hide the bulge snaking down his thigh. A faint scar ran along his left cheek, adding to the air of quiet menace. "You Jake?" Marcus's voice rumbled, deep and edged with authority, as he shouldered past without invitation, the door thudding shut behind him. "Y-yeah," Jake stammered, locking it out of habit. "Marcus, right? Make yourself comfortable. There's... uh, water or chips if you want." Marcus's laugh was low, predatory, echoing off the thin walls. He dropped a duffel bag by the bed and turned, sizing Jake up like prey. "Cut the small talk, boy. I didn't drive two hours for snacks. You read the profile? Know what I expect?" Jake nodded too quickly, cheeks burning. The messages had been vague—'mutual fun, safe play'—but the cash had blinded him. "Sure. We can ease into it. Maybe talk first?" Marcus closed the distance in two strides, his cologne—a mix of leather and spice—overwhelming the room's mustiness. He grabbed Jake's wrist, yanking him close. "Talk's for shrinks. Strip. Now. Or I walk, and you keep that half-payment as a lesson." Jake's breath hitched, but he complied, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. It fell open, exposing pale skin unmarked by anything but a faint freckle trail across his collarbone. He toed off his sneakers, then shoved down his jeans, stepping out in plain gray boxers that tented slightly from nerves and unwanted arousal. Marcus watched, unblinking, then peeled off his own polo, revealing a torso carved from stone—broad shoulders, ripped abs dusted with coarse hair that arrowed down to his waistband. "Kneel," Marcus commanded, voice dropping an octave. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the leather whispering through loops. Jake sank to his knees, the rough carpet scraping his shins. The zipper's rasp was deafening in the silence. Marcus hauled out his cock—monstrous, at least ten inches of girthy meat, veins bulging like ropes, the uncut head already flushing purple and leaking a fat bead of precum. It bobbed heavily, slapping against his palm as he stroked it to full hardness. "Open wide, rentboy," Marcus said, gripping Jake's hair and tilting his head back. The cockhead smeared across his lips, salty and musky, forcing Jake's mouth apart. He pushed in, the thickness prying his jaw to its limit, filling his mouth until his cheeks bulged. Jake gurgled, eyes watering as he tried to accommodate. His tongue pressed flat against the underside, tasting the bitter tang of skin and arousal. Marcus didn't wait, thrusting forward to bury half his length, the head bumping his tonsils. "Suck harder. Use that tongue like you mean it." Jake hollowed his cheeks, slurping messily as he bobbed, saliva bubbling at the corners of his lips. Marcus's hips rocked, fucking his face with increasing force—short jabs that made Jake choke, throat convulsing around the invading shaft. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the drool that dripped onto his chest. "Gag on it, boy. Choke like the slut you are," Marcus growled, yanking Jake's hair to control the depth. The room reeked of sweat and sex, wet glucks punctuating each plunge. Minutes stretched into agony, Jake's jaw aching, lips numb. Marcus finally withdrew with a pop, strings of spit connecting them. His cock glistened, throbbing angrily. "Bed. Ass in the air. Time to earn the rest." Jake crawled onto the mattress, knees sinking into the thin padding, heart hammering. He'd fooled around before—a fumbling handjob in a dorm, a quick suck in an alley—but nothing like this beast. Marcus rummaged in his bag, pulling out lube and a condom packet. He slicked his fingers, then knelt behind Jake, who was on all fours, boxers yanked down to his thighs. "Ever taken it up the ass?" Marcus asked, one rough finger circling Jake's virgin pucker. "N-not really," Jake admitted, voice muffled in the pillow. Marcus snorted. "Tight little hole. Gonna ruin you." He shoved a finger in dry first, ignoring the yelp, twisting it deep. Jake clenched, burning pain flaring, but Marcus added a second, scissoring brutally, stretching the ring without mercy. Lube followed, cold and slick, but the prep was cursory—three fingers pumping fast, hooking to graze the prostate and draw involuntary moans. "Please... go slow," Jake begged, trembling. "Slow's for pussies." Marcus rolled on the condom, the latex straining over his girth, then positioned himself. He gripped Jake's hips with bruising force, nails digging crescents into flesh, and rammed forward. The head breached with a pop, tearing a scream from Jake as inches forced their way in, splitting him open. "Fuck, it's too big! Stop!" Jake clawed at the sheets, body locking up. Marcus didn't. He thrust harder, burying to the balls in one vicious shove. Jake's hole resisted, then gave, a sharp rip of pain as the dry friction caused micro-tears. Blood welled, warm and slick, mixing with lube to ease the slide—but not enough. Marcus pulled back, the condom smeared red, then slammed home again, the bedframe rattling. "Take my cock, you whiny bitch," Marcus snarled, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a battering ram—deep, grinding, his hips slapping Jake's ass cheeks until they reddened. Jake sobbed, the burn intensifying as blood trickled down his thighs, staining the sheets. His hole pulsed around the shaft, torn and inflamed, every withdrawal tugging at the raw edges. But pleasure twisted in amid the agony, his prostate hammered relentlessly, forcing his cock to leak onto the mattress. "It hurts... oh god, it's bleeding... pull out!" Jake gasped, but his hips bucked back on instinct, chasing the fullness. Marcus laughed, sweat flying as he pounded faster. His balls swung heavy, smacking Jake's taint. He reached around, fisting Jake's dick roughly, jerking it in time—twisting the head, squeezing the base until Jake whined. The room was a cacophony: skin slapping wetly, Jake's cries, Marcus's grunts, the metallic tang of blood in the air. Deeper into the rut, Marcus's control frayed. He hooked an arm around Jake's waist, flipping him onto his back without exiting—legs shoved up, knees to chest, exposing everything. Blood smeared Jake's crack, the hole gaping slightly, puffy and wrecked. Marcus drove in again, the angle brutal, cock spearing straight to the core. Jake's eyes rolled, tears carving paths down his temples. "Look at you, bleeding for my dick. Pathetic." Marcus spat on his chest, then leaned down to bite Jake's nipple hard, drawing blood there too. His thrusts turned feral, hips pistoning like a machine, the condom's base chafing the torn rim. Jake's protests weakened, body betraying him as orgasm built unbidden. "No... don't... it burns so much..." That's when Marcus struck. Mid-thrust, his fingers pinched the condom's rim, tearing it with a sharp rip. He yanked the shredded latex free, flinging it aside, and plunged back in bare—hot skin sliding through blood and lube, raw and intimate. Jake felt the shift immediately: the loss of barrier, the increased glide, the danger. "What the fuck? The condom—stop! You're not wearing—" Jake thrashed, but Marcus pinned his arms overhead with one massive hand, the other clamping his throat just tight enough to restrict air. "Shut your hole," Marcus hissed, choking him lightly as he fucked harder. The bare cock dragged against every nerve, blood lubricating the assault. Jake's vision blurred, panic surging as he realized the risk—unprotected, this stranger's seed about to flood him. "Please... cum outside... I beg you," Jake wheezed when the hand eased, legs quivering over Marcus's shoulders. Marcus's eyes burned with dark triumph. He was loaded with HIV, viral count raging from skipped meds, and this naive kid was his perfect vector—young, fuckable, forgettable. "Beg all you want. You're getting bred raw." The pace became savage. Marcus hammered down, cock swelling, veins pulsing against Jake's walls. Blood squelched with each plunge, the hole a ruined mess—swollen, torn, leaking crimson trails. Jake's body convulsed, unwanted ecstasy ripping through him as his prostate was abused. He came first, untouched now, spurting ropes across his stomach with a broken cry, ass clenching like a vice. That triggered Marcus. He roared, burying deep, and unleashed. Cum jetted in thick, forceful blasts—hot, viscous, painting Jake's insides white. Pulse after pulse, overflowing the battered channel, mixing with blood to ooze out in pinkish rivulets. Marcus ground in circles, ensuring every drop stayed buried, marking the boy irrevocably. Finally spent, he pulled out with a obscene squelch, a flood of cum and blood following, soaking the bed. Jake curled fetal, sobbing, his ass throbbing in agony, hole twitching and gaping, unable to close. Fresh blood seeped steadily, the tears deep enough to sting with every shift. Marcus stood, cock softening and streaked red, wiping it clean on Jake's discarded shirt. He tossed the remaining cash on the nightstand. "Worth every penny. Clean up that mess—might wanna see a doc for the bleeding. Or don't. Your call, slut." "You... you did that on purpose. The condom... and you're... sick, aren't you?" Jake whispered, horror choking him as the warmth inside turned to dread. Marcus zipped up, smirking. "Who knows? Life's a gamble, kid. Enjoy the ride." He grabbed his bag and left, the door clicking shut like a final nail. Jake lay there for hours, body wrecked, mind fracturing. The clinic call came days later: positive, as expected. Scars lingered—not just the physical ones on his ass, still tender and scarred from the tears, but the invisible kind, twisting his desires into something darker. In the dead of night, fingers would probe the healed but sensitive ring, memories flooding back: the rip, the flood, the inescapable pull. Tricked, raped, infected, bleeding... and hooked.

I will never understand this. You’re at a bathhouse. If they have a good, hard dick…get it in your ass. If they have a nice butt…fuck it! To me it’s such feminine behaviour to be picky like that.

The first time me and my dad went all the way, I learned what it was. I was facing him, sitting on his lap as he let me control how deep he went. After getting past the pain of the first ring, I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on his balls. I felt him hit my second ring and I had my first ever wet orgasm and watched my load shoot into his chest. I remember almost passing out and then feeling the pressure of his hot load shooting into and filling my guts. We were both pretty much addicted after that. lol

I've lost track of how many times I've been asked if I'm clean in the midst of fucking. Maybe it's just me, but if you're truly concerned, don't you think it might be best to ask before you're in balls deep? And let's be realistic, tests only prove that you were STI free or negative at the moment of testing.

@blackholeson and @BareBack35 - there's definitely been an increase in racist postings and behaviors on most sites lately, perhaps in response to our political "leaders" making this kind of behavior mainstream. The trend seems to come and go through the years, sometimes the behavior is blatant and at other times it is more subtle, but unfortunately it never seems to disappear completely. I've been playing the field of gay sex for 49 of my 63 years so far on this planet and I've noticed the swings in such behavior over time. I'm fortunate enough to be 4th Generation New York City, an environment that allowed me to fully indulge my love of variety - as a Top/Vers with no upper limit on age, who finds men of all races and nationalities hot, and few limits on body type - NYC and environs are perfect for me in the vast variety of men that I have been lucky enough to play with. Having parents who raised me to accept everyone for who they are rather than what race/nationality/religion they were part of has been one of my great blessings in life, and was I in for a shock as I matured to find out how many of my friends were NOT brought up that way. My parents apparently, were outliers, especially in the 60's, 70's and 80's and I didn't know how many of my peers would have "issues" during high school and college when this Irish guy dated African American and Hispanic girls and then later in college Hispanic and African and Asian guys. Oddly, they were less concerned with my dating other guys than what groups they belonged to! Mind you, my parents didn't have a problem with ANY of them, so long as they were nice and treated me well. That being said, most of my life that kind of disapproval was very very subtle, not overt as it is currently, and it didn't seem to come with as much vitriol attached. By the way, try showing up at a leather bar at 19 when you are a blond, blue-eyed dance student and try to convince the men there that you are a top... In the late '80s between the musical productions I was in I worked for New York City's first gay computer dating service, I noticed a number of profiles that would say they would only meet men of certain ethnicities - and this wasn't restricted to just white guys only wanting white guys, there were lots of men of color who would only want other hispanics, or other african-american guys only, and asian men seemed to get the most negative comments from other groups. I was astonished. Then there were those profiles who would ONLY meet men from OTHER ethnic groups. (Funny story about one of those - we had an African-American member who was STUNNINGLY gorgeous and would only meet white men, and - stupidly in my opinion - not a lot of white members who were okay with meeting men of color. My boss said to me, "wait, your own profile says you are cool with meeting men of any race, would you date this guy if your compatibility profiles match up enough?" Hell yes, I would. Turns out our profiles matched at 96% and anything over 80% was considered a good enough match to go out on a date. So we had dinner, then went back to his place - he had an incredible body and like me he was sexually versatile and we fucked each other and had some very good sex. When my boss called him to follow up on how the date went, his response was that the sex was amazing, but that I was still "a bit too ethnic, you know, too Irish and Catholic, instead of a real anglo-saxon white protestant guy". I was disappointed, but the response did make me laugh. Never forgot him and years later we bumped into each other and had a few more really hot flip fucks before he moved out west to SALT LAKE CITY still trying to find the ultimate white boy...) I once tried to fulfill a fantasy for a bottom friend of mine who got himself all enhanced and blindfolded and wanted me to "force" him to take any of my top friends or any rando top and gangbang him - EXCEPT I was not allowed to invite any African-American tops at all. ????? He was himself Hispanic and lived on the border between Washington Heights and Harlem, and I'm like "excuse me?" First of all, like most guys who top a lot, I don't have a huge line up of top friends who want to schlep to someone's house and fuck for 5 minutes and leave, and in my case most of those guys would indeed be African-American, let alone those I would source on-line from the neighborhood, and he wants to be gangbanged, but leave them out? WHILE HE'S BLINDFOLDED? He never knew I broke the rule. 5 times. He would have only had one other top besides me... In the age of the internet hook-up sites went from having lots of those exclusionary profiles at first, to much less of that sort of thing overtly written in the profile. While this should have been an improvement overall, there were some factors that were less than positive. The number of guys who were okay with men of color fucking them and then leaving - the mythos of the BBC - increased dramatically, where the profile owner seemed to consider African American men as nothing more than living breathing dildos and objectified them to the point of forgetting their humanity. That has got to be extremely frustrating I imagine, much less annoying. After years of seeing less overt racism on the sites, it does seem to be on the rise again. THE PROBLEM STEMS FROM THE DICHOTOMY BETWEEN TREATING EVERY ONE ELSE FAIRLY AND WHAT WE ARE SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO. I am lucky enough to be sexually attracted to men of all colors, ages and most body types. But even I have certain limits where my attraction for someone wains. It may be "shallow" but I do not get aroused by extreme femininity or extreme morbid obesity. And I am talking extremes here - people who totally look, dress, speak and act like a woman don't turn me on as I am attracted to MEN and things considered masculine - more power to someone who genuinely identifies that way and is comfortable living that way, but that's still not going to activate my libido - I had sex - albeit unsatisfying - with a good number of females and that side of sexuality just doesn't turn me on whether the person displaying those traits are female or male in their genital area. It doesn't turn me on. And I tried having sex with a gentleman who was well over 300 lbs since we had clicked while having conversation, but I just could not rise to the occasion when we got naked. I wish I had, but his body did not arouse any desire in me. So I can understand that you really can't change what arouses you - but in my case at least, I tried to see if I could get past those two issues, but found I could not - while I think in the case of many of these restrictive racist type profiles that they've never allowed the possibility of seeing if someone of another race arouses them, put off by hatreds and fears instilled by their upbringing and that they actually FEARED finding themselves attracted to a man of another race or ethnicity they were taught were somehow lesser than them or were taught they should hate on sight. It's a tragedy, and I don't know how it can change in the macrocosm until we stop teaching our kids to be afraid of - or hate - those that are different. I know I would be more than happy to have a session with either of you two @BareBack35and @blackholeson other idiots don't know what they are missing. And, @blackholeson, welcome to the site. Enjoy!

(continued) We walked past a room with the door barely cracked open with panting noise coming out. Opening the door a little we could see that the room had a bed in the middle with a sling suspended in a corner. In the sling was a college age jock getting reamed by an older black dude, and the man from earlier with the bio hazard tat getting sucked off by an man who appeared to be in his 40s. In the background was another dude with his phone appearing to video all that was taking place. My uncle motioned for me with his head to follow and we entered the room. The bio tat dude gave me a nod of his head with a smirk on his face. After a moment I thought, fuck it, give me some of that juicy cock I walked over, knelt down, and joined in with the dilf in servicing his mighty tool. I reached up with my hand and was caressing his abs with my hand rubbing his bio tat. My uncle looked over and watched me chow down on that piece of meat. Precum began to drip off the edge and the other dude and I took turns sharing the jizz. The man with the camera was buzzing around getting close-ups and distance shots. Suddenly, the bio tat guy pushed both of our heads off his cock and stepped aside. He obviously didn’t want to cum and was getting too close. About the same time the black guy pulled out of the college jock and my uncle stepped in to take his turn on the prime beef. His stud body, tanned and toned, was that of a porn star, and he acted every bit of the part. Working the college jocks hole, the sound of his balls slapping against the jock ass, the atmosphere was intoxicating. The video guy was getting a feast. After a good railing, my uncle turned to me and motion for me to move in. My cock hard and ready to go, I inserted by raging hard-on into the sloppy hole. The dude had clearly been in the sling for a while and had a number of loads dumped in. My mind raced to the fact that here I was, not long out of high school, fucking a college dude’s sloppy hole, with a group a men in the bathhouse making content. It was one thing to do this with my uncle in his dungeon and his friends, another with strangers in the bathhouse. It was hot! My mind was brought back when I felt hands on the back of my shoulders. Suddenly, I felt my ear being nibbled and turning saw my uncle at my back. Then he pushed me a little forward and a stopped with my cock in the jock as he entered my hole. My cock in a sloppy hole, my uncles cock beginning to work my ass. The bio tat dude moved to the head of the jock and he began to service his shaft. As I was plowing the college jock, my uncle reached around and began to tweak my nipples as he thrust into my hole. We continued this until needing a break and not wanting to cum, my uncle pulled out of me, and I pulled out of the jock. Without missing a beat, the bio tat dud moved in and began to fuck the college jock. Guys had gathered at the door and were watching the show we were putting on, so we parted them and moved back into the hall. The night was early.

As I read it, Dan's body (i.e., cock and bussy/pussy) is farther ahead of his brain on desiring/wanting poz sex and toxic cum in his ass. (How many times has his cock stiffened and his asshole twitched when thinking about poz sex/men?) Dan's brain will need to overcome the expectations that society has "taught" him about HIV and unprotected sex. This process is well under way. I think when Dan stops taking PEP, his brain will have accepted what his body already knows--having sex and becoming poz is Dan's destiny.

Yeah, it’s fucking hot. I’ve fucked my Boy, Drew and his Dad side by side. Loaded them both.

I love that too but where does that come from ? It s like now they know it s about them and they can do whatever turns them on.

Ever get a compliment from a guy you are sucking off or have sucked off? Last night I got text from a guy I suck off regularly that said when he knows he is coming by for a blowjob (like he is today) he avoids fucking his wife because he wants to save his cum for me. Had another guy tell me I saved his marriage. He said his wife doesn't want sex anymore and getting regular blowjobs from me meant he stopped trying to fuck her and now they don't fight over sex, so they never fight. I told him to never risk a fight and just come by for a blowjob lol

my dad started fucking me when I was 10, so yeah

Yes, definitely once I had been fucked over a barrel, they were keen to continue keep my arse “occupied”. I arrived at 1900hrs which was the start time , but have a feeling guys must arrived a lot earlier, as everything was very much well underway by that point. my next trip up to London I’d like to do a night at the vault and then back that up with another night . I’ve been recommended SBN, but open to more ideas on that one.

I went to the adult theater to get some anon loads. It's funny, could get some handsome men off the apps, but there's something that really gets me off about not scheduling/planning, and not knowing who will fuck me, so I end up going to the AT even though most of the clientele is definitely not that attractive. More like the sleazy heavyset types. Which also turns me on. So I just propped myself in the sling, hooded & blindfolded, and waited. It was quiet at first but then things started picking up. Lost count of how many guys fucked me, at least 10. My holes feel sore and puffy. Best of all, I got a total of 10 loads: 3 in ass, 4 in front hole, and the final three were souvenirs -- I picked up some used condoms, stuffed them in my holes, and walked home. As I type this, I still have the used condoms inside me.

Our dealer had been after me for a while to let him use my chemhole. I let the game go one because not only did he want to fuck me my partner wanted him too. You see my partner loved seeing black cock sliding into my ass. He also said that I was in my natural state when other men were fucking me. That I was being the whore that I was meant to be. I finally told our guy that he could have my ass for an eight ball. Doing that made me feel even more like the meth whore that I am. He had the perfect lean rock hard body to go with a cock that he knew how to use. My partner would always leave me with the guy/guys fucking me and listen from the next room. He always said I was a bigger whore when he wasn’t in the room and the tricks also were a little freer without him there. That black meth man cock felt so fucking good and especially when he came deep inside me. He went to shower and when he came back I was stroking my cock and he getting the cum out of my hole and eating it. He watched me and said fuck I can’t just watch you I need to eat that cum out of your chemhole. He said tell me am I eating just my cum or did you get some before I got here. I said you know my husband he had cock over here to fuck me and yes one of them dumped a huge load of poz cum in me. He went down on my hole and got deep inside. When he was finished he said I needed recharging. He was getting dressed and said your payment is on the table. When he left I looked over and there were two eight balls on the table. I felt like the best meth whore ever. This became a regular thing. I started going with him on his drop offs and he would have me suck his clients off and sometimes give up my hole after slamming with his client. Soon my partner found out that I was getting fucked without him getting to see it. He wanted us to use a new guy and I said no way. He started joining us or the clients came to us. The three of us were together for a while until my guy and pimp decided that the two of us would be better off without my partner. We both knew that there was so much for the two of us to have together that we were not able to then. I always was with him on drop offs and usually by the end of the night had my hole pretty used. He would fuck me when we got home and always eat my hole out so he got recharged from any toxic loafs I had taken. We have had a third in our relationship a few times but we always want more and we know how to get it. He is a salesman and I am just a nasty slut willing to improve what he has to offer. I have always been thankful of the night we made our trade.

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

I know you're not humble-bragging, and thick inches are the best inches to stretch around.

Years ago, but I still remember .... three words: "it's too thick". I know it's on the thick side, but never (other than that time) has it been "too thick" for a hungry hole to gobble up.

So not sure where my first post went. So I have been finding myself drawn to my son more and more. I go to his room when he leaves to find his cum rags to add my own to the mix. I fantasize constantly. He comes to me and talks about being horny all the time or different things like that and I am conflicted. What do I do?

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%

Chapter 1 - The First Step I have seen a lot of people say that bareback play can be a slippery slope and I agree. This is my story. The events have taken place over many years. The basic information in this story is absolutely true but I may take some liberties with the story-telling to "spice things up." A little about me. I am currently in my early fifties. I grew up in a small, conservative town in western New York state. I went to college in the mid 1990's. I was lucky to get a job right out of college and moved into an apartment in a town near Buffalo NY. I was on my own for the first time in my life. I had always been a very sexual person but had no experience prior to being on my own. I had explored the internet and started to develop my interests. I was highly attracted to women but also found that I was intrigued with domination and submission with me being submissive. I got involved with playing with a dominant woman that introduced me into a lot of things. I found that I enjoyed being pegged but never got it as often as I would have liked. Our play was also very sporadic with very long breaks at different times. During one of those many breaks, I started exploring other sites and found gay.com chat. I would talk with various people on there but I wasn't gay so it never went anywhere. During one of the many chats, a guy that I was chatting with introduced me to a barebacking site. I read stories about submissives getting barebacked by dominant tops. I found that these stories spoke to my submissive side. Giving myself to a dominant top that would fuck me bareback really seemed to interest me. Of course, I needed to be careful. This continued for months. I would talk to guys in chat but wouldn't meet. The guys that interested me the most were the dominant bareback tops. Eventually, I met with a guy and I sucked him off in his car and swallowed his load. This was the beginning of my slide down the slope. I found that I enjoyed servicing the tops and swallowing their loads. They never did anything to me. I was there to service them. It appealed to my submissive side but I still felt unfulfilled. During one of my chats with a dominant top, we talked about my fantasies. I mentioned my submissive side and that I was interested in being bred bareback. He mentioned that bareback is the only way that he fucks. This excited me but also made me nervous. We talked about status and he told me that he was negative. I told him that I was definitely negative and had only been fucked with dildos before. He told me that the real thing was much better. I jerked off to the idea and signed off. I signed on the next day and chatted with other people but each time, it ended up with me jerking off to getting bred bareback and signing off. This continued for a while. Then, one day when I signed on, the dominant top was online again. I sent him a message. "Hello Sir. How are you?" "Hello boy. I'm ok. How about you?" "Doing ok, Sir. Horny as always but ok." "Why don't you come here then so that I can finally breed you?" "That excites me but I am nervous, Sir." "Not a problem, boy. Then how about this. You come here and suck me off this time." "Yes Sir. I think I can do that." "OK. Good. Here is my address." He sent me his address. It was about a twenty minute drive. I freshened up and drove to his house. My heart was pounding for the entire drive. Thoughts were racing through my head. Would he fuck me? If he does, it would be bareback. Am I ready for that? Yeah but he said I was just going there to suck him off. I can do that. I've sucked off several guys before. Maybe if I do a good job and I feel comfortable, he might fuck me the next time. I pulled up to his house. It was a small house but it looked real nice. I got out of the car and walked to his door and knocked. A minute later, the door opened and I stepped inside. He was about my height, a little chubby but not heavy with thin salt and pepper colored hair. He was only wearing a robe. "Strip and leave your clothes here." "Yes Sir." I removed and folded up my clothes and placed them on the floor near the door. "Good. Follow me." I was even more nervous as I followed him to the back of his house and into a bedroom. He removed his robe and walked over to the bed and sat on the end. "OK. Get over here and start sucking me." "Yes Sir." I walked over to the bed and knelt in front of him. His cock was already semi-hard. I tentatively took the head of his growing cock into my mouth. I licked around the head and tasted his precum. I moved my head down his shaft and took as much of his cock into my mouth. It was about average size and thickness. I was enjoying sucking his cock. "Good boy. I am going to lay back on the bed. I want you to get your tongue under balls to my ass." I released his cock from my mouth and he moved back on the bed a little. He pulled his legs back. I stood up and moved closer. I had never done this before. I licked the bottom of his shaft and over his balls. I worked under and started licking underneath. I continued down and flicked my tongue over the area between his balls and ass. He moaned. I worked my way back up to his balls and back down again. He moaned again. "OK stop. You've made me real horny." I stopped licking and kneeled back down. He got up. "Wait here." I stayed kneeling ready to serve. A moment later he returned. "Stand up and give me your hands." I stood up and held my hands out. He closed my hands together and started to wrap some rope around my wrists. I didn't understand why he was doing that. After several wraps, he made a light knot that held my hands together at the wrists. He pulled me by the rope to one of the posts on the bed. I grabbed the post and he started wrapping the rope around the post. I didn't know how I would be sucking him off in this position. He finished securing my wrists around the post. "Better. Bend over at the waist and spread those legs." I did as I was told. I felt very vulnerable. He got between my legs and started to rub his fingers in my crack. They felt wet. He kept rubbing and then stopped at my hole. He pushed a finger in a little and pulled it out. His finger returned to my hole and it was wet again. He pushed in more and pulled out. He repeated but with two fingers. He fucked my hole a little with his two fingers and then pulled out. I heard some lube being squirted and the sound of stroking. He moved closer between my legs and then I felt his cock. It was in my crack. I had not expected this. I was supposed to be sucking him off but I knew this is what I really wanted. He started to apply steady pressure and I felt the head of his cock pop in. Then, I remembered what he told me. He only fucks bareback. I had a raw cock in my hole. I was nervous but this felt great. He continued to push in. There was only slight discomfort. Once he was all the way in, he put his hands on my shoulders and started to slowly fuck me. I never knew it could feel this good. I was getting lost into how good it felt as he fucked me. He used a constant, regular pace and pushed deep each time, using the grip on my shoulders to give him leverage. After a few minutes, he started to pick up the pace and then he pushed in deep and held still. I didn't feel him cumming but I knew that he was cumming in me. This was the first time. He pulled out and backed away. I heard him fumbling behind me and then returned to release the ropes on my hands. Once done, he escorted me back to the front door. I got dressed. "Thanks boy. I needed that." "Me too, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I finished dressing and then walked to my car and drove off. I had just had a raw cock in me and now I have his cum in me. I drove around to a few errands knowing that cum was probably dripping out of me. Once I got done, I headed home and stripped. There was some wetness in my underwear. I stuck a finger into my hole. It was wet. I tasted it. It tasted like cum. This was amazing but I had better not continue to do this. It's too risky. _______________________ Chapter 2 - The second step From there, I continued to chat with guys online but I stopped hooking up. I told myself it was a one-time thing. Months passed and then I started chatting with a different top. He introduced me to BBRT. There, I discovered there were a bunch of others out there that were into bareback sex. I created a profile and made sure I chose "Negative Only" for "Your status". I checked out the profiles and found guys that were negative, some didn't know or care about their status, and some showed undetectable or positive. I made sure that I stuck to guys that said they were negative. I continued to chat with guys on gay.com and reached out to guys on BBRT. I jerked off often to the chats but it never went anywhere. Eventually, I started chatting with a guy that was on BBRT and gay.com. His BBRT profile said that he was negative. We had a lot of hot chats talking about bareback sex. He was a top and only fucked bareback. He brought up the idea of poz/neg play. At first, it freaked me out but the more he talked about it, the more exciting it started to sound. Obviously, it isn't anything that I would ever do but it sounded hot. It encouraged me to start reading some poz/neg stories. I really enjoyed the stories where the poz top told the bottom that they were poz as they were cumming. After weeks of chatting, we agreed that I would go to his house to get bred. I douched my hole, showered and headed to his house. During the thirty minute drive, a lot of thoughts went through my head. I had doubts if I should do it but my horniness took over and I ended up at his house. I went to the side door as he requested and knocked. He came to the door and let me in. He was a tall, stocky guy. He led me to the bedroom. We both stripped and I immediately knelt and started sucking his cock. It was a little larger than the first guy that barebacked me but not too much different. After he was hard, he told me to get on the bed in doggie. I got up and got into position. He climbed on the bed behind me. He asked "Ever do poppers?" "Not yet. I've read stories with them but haven't done them before." "Want to try?" "Not this time. Maybe next time." "OK. Spread your cheeks." I reached behind myself and spread my ass cheeks. He squirted some lube in my crack and on my hole. He used his finger to scoop up some of the lube and pushed some into me. He pulled out and repeated. Then, he replaced his single finger with two fingers. Instead of just pushing lube in, he started to slowly finger fuck me. When pushing in, I could feel his fingers hitting the sides. It felt good but I also remembered the stories where the poz top roughed up the bottom's hole. He withdrew his fingers and then I felt his raw cock at my hole. This was the second time that I had ever had a raw cock about to enter me. Was I ready this? I was so horny and I knew that I needed cock and neither he nor I wanted condoms. Should I tell him that I changed my mind? He pushed into me. My hesitation immediately disappeared. Yes. This is what I want. He pushed until he was all the way in. His cock felt great. No discomfort at all. Just pleasure. I heard the sound of him inhaling something behind me. Then a second time. It must be poppers. He started to slowly fuck me. "Like that raw cock in you?" "Oh yes, Sir. It feels great." "Your hole is nice and tight." He picked up the pace slightly but kept a nice steady pace. It felt so good. I enjoyed the first time that I was fucked but this was better. "You told me that you enjoyed those poz/neg stories?" "Oh yes, Sir. They were hot." "Which were your favorite?" "The ones where the bottom finds out as he is getting bred." I felt his cock swell and it made me jump. He picked up the pace. "mmmmmm. Those are hot. I enjoy the ones where the top tells the bottom that he is neg but is really poz." Hearing those words hit me differently. Is he talking about himself? He said he was negative. Was he actually poz? If so, I have a poz cock in me. Did he rough up my hole to poz me? He should pull out but his cock feels so good. He started to pick up the pace. "I am really enjoying your neg hole. Am about to tell you my status." I was scared but it was exciting me at the same time. Is he going to tell me that he is poz? He pushed in hard and then he said it. "I'm neg." I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed when he told me that he was neg. Was he lying to me anyway? I was confused. He held in me for a moment and then pulled out. "Thank you, Sir." "Thanks. That was hot. I love verbal poz/neg play." I got off the bed and we both got dressed. "That was hot. I didn't expect to get turned on by it but I did." "Yeah. I enjoy it too." After dressing, he led me to the door. I left, got into my car and drove home. Once I got home, my thoughts really ran wild. Was he actually neg? Was he poz? He said he enjoyed stories where the top said they were neg but were actually poz. Why was I conflicted when he told me that he was neg? Why am I so hard? I stripped and stuck a finger in my hole. I fucked it a few times and brought it to my mouth. I could taste the cum on it. I kept remembering our session while jerking off. I kept going over what he said to me. I thought about what he said when he came. As I got I got to my edge, I said it. "I'm poz." I came hard. Immediately after, the guilt set in. What had I done? It's ok. He didn't say that he was poz. He said he was neg. It's ok. I told myself that I needed to not do that again. Stick to neg guys if I want to get fucked again. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Third Step I didn't hook up with anyone for a long time while I waited to see if I got the fuck flu. After several months, I still didn't get sick. He was neg. I'm good. Over the next year or so, I hooked up only a couple of times. Both times, it was with guys that were definitely negative and recently tested. I enjoyed the bareback sex but for some reason it didn't capture the excitement that I had with the guy that got into verbal poz/neg play. I continued to use BBRT and check out all of the local profiles. One night, a guy sent me a message on there that intrigued me. He was a top that was in town for the night and was looking for a bottom. I checked out his profile. It said he was undetectable. I knew from my reading that undetectable guys are very safe. In many cases, they are safer than guys that claim they are neg but this was a big step. He is poz. Conflicting thoughts raced through my head. Should I meet him? It's safe but he's also poz. I found myself replying to him. "Good evening Sir. I am a negative bottom that is looking to get bred." I gave him my cellphone number. A couple of minutes later, I received a text. "Hey. Cool. I am poz undetectable and looking to fuck. I prefer bareback but if you want condoms, I can try." "No Sir. I hate condoms. I have never been with anyone that is poz but I am willing." "Cool. Again. I am undetectable and recently tested." "It's all good. When and where?" He replied with his hotel information and told me that he was ready. I told him that I was going to prep and then head his way. He told me to let him know when I got there and he would give me the room number. I prepped and headed his way. Thoughts were racing through my head the entire time. This was a big step. I have never been with someone that was poz. Even though he was undetectable, the risk wasn't zero. I pulled into the hotel parking lot. My underwear was soaked. My cock had been leaking the entire drive. I was extremely turned on. I sent him a text. "Great. I am in room 229." "On my way up." I gulped and got out of the car. I was shaking as I walked across the parking lot and into the hotel. I walked through the lobby and took the elevator up to the second floor. My shaking got worse as I walked to the room. I took a couple of deep breaths and knocked on the door. A moment later, the door opened and I stepped inside. He was a thin guy with a swimmer's build. He was wearing mesh shorts and no shirt. His cock was clearly visible. I immediately stripped down and followed him toward the bed. I knelt and he pulled his shorts down. His hard cock sprung up. It was probably 7" long and average thickness. I took the head into my mouth. I had a poz cock in my mouth. I licked the tip and tasted his precum. I have poz precum in my mouth. He pushed his cock deeper in my mouth until I started to gag. He pulled out and pushed it back in until I gagged again. I didn't stop. I continued to try to please his cock. After several minutes, he pulled out of my mouth. "Time for me to fuck you with my poz cock. Get on your back on the edge of the bed. I want to be looking into your eyes when my poz cock goes in and when I breed you." Nervously, I got up, walked to the bed and got on. I had never been fucked on my back before. It has always been in doggie. He came over and got in between my legs. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed until my butt was on the very edge. I pulled my legs back as he got closer. I looked down. His cock was just inches from me. He moved closer and I felt his cock at the entrance. He grabbed his lube and squirted some on his cock. He rubbed it in my crack and returned it to the entrance. There was a poz cock right at the entrance. Then, he started to push in until the head popped in. I had a poz cock in me. I leaned back as he continued to push into me. Once he was fully in me, he leaned over me so he could look into my eyes. "You finally have poz cock inside you. There's no going back now." I felt my cock jump. He started to slowly fuck me. It was intense looking into his eyes as he was fucking me. His eyes were deep blue and had an intense gaze. He started to pick up the pace. "You like my poz cock?" "Oh yes, Sir. It's amazing." "Soon, you will have my poz load in you." My cock jumped again. He smiled and started to fuck me faster. I could see the pleasure increasing in his face. Then, he took a couple of quick thrusts and pushed in. He closed his eyes. He was cumming. He was filling me with poz cum. He held his cock in me for a few minutes and then slowly withdrew and stepped back. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome." I got off the bed, got dressed, and left. Once I got home, again, tons of thoughts went through my head. I had just been fucked by a poz guy. He was undetectable but he was poz. I stripped and started to jerk off to what had happened. I thought about how exciting it was. I came when I thought about him dumping his poz load deep in me. Afterward, I had the post-nut clarity. What had I just done? I had let a poz guy breed me. It was amazing but that isn't something that I should do again. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Fourth Step As was the case after I got bred by the guy that was into verbal poz/neg play, I backed off from playing for a while. Again, I waited to see if I got the fuck flu but it never came. I continued to jerk off to stories and from the memories of my bareback adventures but didn't hook up with anyone. During this time, I learned that there was a gay bathhouse over the border in Ft. Erie, Ontario Canada. I had read so many stories about bathhouse play. It sounded hot but also very risky. My life continued this way for a while until one day, I saw a guy on BBRT that appeared to be about 20 miles away. His profile said he was undetectable. He was very muscular, shaved head, and a very hot looking cock. I sent him a message. "Are you looking to breed a bb btm today? If so, you can text me." I sent him my number. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was him. "Got your message. Are you in Canada?" "Oh. I thought you were in the US." "Nope. In Canada. Can you come across the border?" "Yes. Are you hosting?" "No but we could meet at the Ft. Erie spa." I gulped. Did I want to go to the bathhouse? It should be fine. I could go meet him and then come home. It will be fun. "Sure. I can prep and head there now." "OK. Good. I am close to it. Text me when you get there." "Yes Sir." I douched and showered and headed out. When I got to the border, the Canadian border police asked why I was coming across the border. I told him that I was going to a famous restaurant in Ft. Erie. He didn't have a problem with it and I continued to the destination. It was a plain building at the end of a road. There was a couple of cars parked outside. I got out and headed in the door. There was a small window just inside. A guy appeared, looked at me, and buzzed the door. I went in and stood at the counter. "You want a room or a locker?" "Uhhh. I guess I will take a room." "No problem. This your first time here?" "Yes." He told me the price for a room and I gave him money. He handed me a key and a towel and explained where I should go to find the rooms. I thanked him and walked in. There was a lounge with one guy sitting watching porn on the television. I turned right and walked up the narrow stairs. At the top, there was a long hallway with a bunch of doors. I walked down the hall and found my room. I unlocked it and went in. It was very small with just a small bed and a locker. My heart was pounding. I took off all of my clothes except my socks and locked them in the locker. I sent a text to the top. "I'm there." "OK. I will be there in about 20 minutes. Meet you at the sling." I wrapped the towel around my waist, grabbed my key and walked out of the room to explore. On this floor there was a long line of rooms. All of the doors were closed. There was also a small area with a couch and tv. It was empty. I walked back down the hall and went down the stairs. The guy was still sitting in the lounge watching porn on the tv. I walked past him and down the hall. There were more rooms and a bathroom down the hallway. I kept walking and found another open spot. I walked in and saw it. There was a sling in the middle. I had heard about them but never saw one before. I hung my towel on a hook and walked over to the sling. I got at the end and pulled my butt up until I was sitting on it. I leaned back and adjusted myself until I felt like I was on it securely. I looked up. There were loops hanging near the top of the chains at my feet. I adjusted myself and was able to get each foot in the loop. I felt very exposed. It was hot. I stayed there for a few minutes. Once I got a feel for it, I hopped out and walked around some more. There was still only the guy in the lounge. I went back up to my room and checked my phone. No messages. I went back downstairs and headed to the sling room again. I put my towel on the hook and climbed back into the sling. I laid back and put my feet in the loops again. I adjusted myself until I was at the edge. I stayed in this position for a bit. I tried to relax but my heart was pounding. Then, he appeared. He was the guy that I was talking to online. He was just wearing a towel. His pictures were very accurate. He was an average-sized man with a good body. He had a small belly but he was muscular as well. His nipples were pierced. He removed his towel and placed it on a chair and walked over to my head. I turned my head and took his semi-hard cock in his mouth. It immediately started to grow until it was about 8 inches long and above-average thickness. My neck started to get sore trying to stay turned and suck his cock but I kept sucking. He pulled out and moved down between my legs. He grabbed some lube and squirted it in my crack and pushed some in with his finger. He replaced one finger with two fingers and worked more into my hole. He squirted some lube on his cock and started to push into my hole. This was the biggest cock that I had taken before and it was a bit uncomfortable. Once the head was in, he held a bottle to his nose, closed the other nostril and inhaled. He switched nostrils. It must have been poppers. He handed the bottle to me. "I've never done them before." "They will help. Do what I just did" I took the bottle in my hand, held it to my right nostril, and closed my left nostril. I inhaled, held for a second, and exhaled. My head started to spin a little. I switched nostrils and repeated. As I exhaled, he pushed more of his cock into me. "Again but inhale more sharply and hold longer." I switched back to my right nostril and inhaled harder and held. He pushed more of his cock into me. I exhaled and repeated with the left nostril. As I was holding, he pushed the remainder of his cock into me. My head was spinning. I laid back and started to get lost to the feeling. He took the bottle from my hand and inhaled in each of his nostrils. I felt his cock swell. He grabbed the chains and started to fuck me. "mmmm. I love fucking bottoms like you here. So open. Taking my raw cock with no questions." My head was still spinning. "Oh yes, Sir. I love it." "You said you were negative right?" "Yes Sir." "I'm poz but undetectable." "mmmmmmmm I love poz/neg play." I felt his cock swell. "mmmmmm It can definitely be fun." My head was still spinning as I felt him fucking me hard. "Such a good slut hole. Taking my hard poz cock. I am about to dump my poz load deep in you. Here it comes!" He grabbed my hips and pushed hard into me. I felt his cock swell and felt cum shooting deep in me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I had never felt anyone actually cum in me before. Another first. He stayed in me for a minute and then pulled out. "Thanks, Sir." "Thank you. You going to be around for a bit? I am going to hang around for a while. Not sure if I will be able to fuck again. You really drained me." "OK. I may hang around a bit but we shall see." "OK. Have fun." My legs were a bit wobbly as I got out of the sling. I grabbed my towel and walked back towards my room. The top was sitting in the lounge with the other guy watching porn. We smiled at each other and I headed up to my room. I went in and got on the bed. I stuck a finger in my hole and then put it in my mouth. I savored the taste of the cum that was in there. I was just fucked but I was still horny. I left my room and walked around. There was nobody else there except the two in the lounge. I decided to head home. I got dressed, gathered my things, and headed back down. Nobody was in the lounge now. I checked out and drove home. When I got to the border, they asked me why I was in Canada. I told them that I went for lunch. He asked if it was good. I told him it was the best I had ever had. Once I got home, I followed my usual routine. I got naked, thought about my experience while I jerked off. Again, after I came, I had regret about what I had done. This time, the regret didn't seem to last as long. I found myself interested in going back to the bathhouse again. What was happening to me? __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Fifth Step - A Big Twist In the next several months, I had gone back to the bathhouse a few times but had left frustrated each time. It was slow and I didn't manage to get bred at all. I was frustrated. In the meantime, I had talked with a lot of guys but it never went anywhere. I had found time to go to a local adult bookstore and bought a couple bottles of poppers. I started trying them when I jerked off and found that I became limp when using them. During this time, I also had a lot of good conversations with a Canadian guy named Jim. We started out talking online and then went to texting. "Hey Greg. How are you?" "Good. Horny to get bred as always but ok overall." "Cool. What are you into?" "I'm a submissive bb btm. Always looking to get bred." "mmmm. I am vers but became more of a top after I got pozzed." "Oh. You are poz?" "Yes but am on meds." "Ah ok. I am negative." "You on prep?" "No. Never been on prep." "Ah. Chasing?" I had read about chasing and had even jerked off to it many times but I was definitely not a chaser. "No Sir. Just enjoying bb sex. I am not a chaser." "No problem. I was a successful chaser." "Really? I have never talked to someone that chased." "Yep. I loved bb sex and knew that I would eventually get pozzed so I ended up seeking it out. Took a while before I got the gift but it was so much fun." "Wow. How did you end up getting it?" "I am not completely sure but I think it was after one of my visits to Steamworks in Toronto." We had many chats over the next few weeks. In all of them, there was a lot of poz talk and I found that I was horny each time. Then after a while, we talked about him breeding me. It made me a little nervous but since he was on meds, it was fine. Each time we tried to figure out a time and place, it just didn't seem to work out. After a couple of weeks, I ended up telling him that I was thinking of going to the Ft. Erie spa the next day. He mentioned that he might be able to make it but wasn't sure. The next day arrived. I prepped and sent him a text. "Are you available today?" I waited 15 minutes but got no response. "OK. I am heading out to the Ft. Erie spa." I waited another 15 minutes but still no response. I grabbed my poppers and lube and headed to Ft. Erie. As always, when I got to the border, I told them that I was meeting some friends for lunch. Afterward, I made my way to the bathhouse. It seemed a little busier than other times. It had three cars this time. I went in, paid my money for a room and headed in. I went into the room and locked my clothes in the locker. I checked my phone. Nothing. I sent him a text. "I'm at the bathhouse. I am going to walk around and will end up at the sling." No response. I took a hit of poppers and walked around. As usual, doors were closed. I heard some snoring coming from one of the rooms. Behind one of the doors, I could hear moaning. Someone was getting fucked. At least that was somewhat promising. I walked around some more and then went down and hopped in the sling. After several minutes, I got up and went back to my room. I checked my phone. Nothing. Looks like he has stiffed me. Typical. I hit the poppers and went back down and got into the sling again. I sat there for a few minutes and a guy came in. He was about my age, average size, and a little chubby. He came over to me and got between my legs. He dropped his towel, squirted some lube on his cock, jerked it a couple of times and pushed in. His cock was average size and slid in easily. I took hits of poppers in each nostril. He started fucking quickly and after several thrusts, he pushed in. He was cumming already. He stayed in me for a minute and started fucking again. He never withdrew. This time, he fucked me for several minutes and then pushed in me again. He held in me for a minute and then pulled out. He grabbed his towel and left the room. I was excited. I had no idea who he was and not a single word was spoken. I stayed in the sling. Several minutes later, the same guy came back into the room and got between my legs again. He stuck his finger in my hole and started fucking me with it. He dropped his towel, pulled his finger out, and pushed his cock in me. I hit the poppers in each nostril. He fucked me fast for a few minutes and then pushed in me again. He held still for a minute and started fucking me again. I have no idea how he could keep fucking after already cumming in me three times. This time, it took him longer to cum. After several minutes, he pushed in me and came again. He pulled out. "Enjoy those four loads." It was the first words he had spoken. "Thank you, Sir." He grabbed his towel and left. I stayed in the sling for several more minutes and finally climbed off. I headed toward my room and saw the guy was already dressed and heading out the door. I got back to my room and grabbed my phone. There was a message. It was from Jim. "Thanks slut. Enjoy those four loads." It was shocked. It was him. I thought he had stiffed me but he planned to just show up and breed me. "Thanks, Sir! I enjoyed them." No response. I decided that I had enough. I got dressed and drove home. When I got there, I did my usual ritual of reliving the experience and jerking off. My guilt returned but it was very minor. I enjoyed this. Several days passed. I was horny and I sent him a text message. I started jerking off. "Thanks again, Sir. I had fun." This time, he replied. "Thanks. I am glad. I enjoyed breeding you. I hadn't bred anyone in a while. Glad I could give you four loads." "Yes Sir. I have never had four loads in me at once before." I kept jerking off. "mmmm. I am glad I could give you four poz loads." "mmmmm Yes Sir. Four poz loads." I kept jerking off. I was getting closer to my edge. "Remember what I said? That I am poz but on meds?" "Yes Sir." I was almost to my edge. "It's true that I am on meds but they aren't working." My orgasm hit just as I saw that message. I came very hard. After I recovered, I looked at my phone again. What did he say? He said that the meds weren't working. "Wait. What do you mean?" "It means that I am poz and am taking meds but they haven't been effective against my strain." I grew scared. I enjoyed the fantasy and the risk but this was different. "ugh." "It's been several days. You might still have time to get pep. It might work." I was scared. I had gone too far. I went back through the chats. Nowhere had he said that he was undetectable. He only said that he was on meds. I resigned myself to becoming poz. As the next several weeks passed, I kept looking for any sign of the fuck flu but it never came. We continued to chat with each other and I continued to jerk off to the play. It even got to the point where we discussed possibly hooking up again. I knew that I probably shouldn't but still wanted to. As the weeks turned to months, we lost track of each other. __________________________________ Chapter 3 - The Sixth Step For a long time, I didn't hookup with anyone. I had gotten blood tests as part of normal doctor visits and it showed that I was still negative. During this time, I had changed jobs. As part of this job, I would go into the office on a Saturday once a month. Sometimes, I could get my work done early and it allowed me to have some free time after. For one of those Saturdays, I knew ahead of time that I would be done early. I was horny and needed to get bred. It had been a long time. I booked a local hotel for the evening and checked in before going to work. I went into work and took care of my job and then headed to the hotel. I got to my room and douched and prepared myself for the possibility of playing. I posted a party ad on BBRT looking for top breeders. I also hit the various apps looking for bareback tops. I got a few messages but they were flakes. Then, I got a message on BBRT. It was from a top that had a status of "Ask me". I responded to his message and told him that I was hosting in my hotel and gave him my number. A few minutes later, he texted me. "Hey. You looking to get bred tonight?" "Yes Sir. I am naked and doing poppers in my hotel room. What are you looking for?" "I am looking for a bareback bottom to breed." "Cool. I am ready whenever you are." "Where are you located?" I sent him the hotel name and address. "Cool. I am on my way. I will text you when I get there." "Can't wait." While I waited, I watched porn and hit my poppers. I put a towel on the bed, put the lube on the nightstand and turned off a bunch of the lights. About twenty minutes later, I got a text from him. "I'm here. Room number?" I responded with the room number. "Oh. I forgot to ask. Are you poz? neg? unsure?" "Poz" "On meds?" "No." My heart skipped a beat. He is poz and not on meds. He is toxic. I have never taken a known toxic load before. What should I do? I could just keep the door locked and not answer the door. While I was deciding what to do, I found myself walking to the door and propping it open. I went back to the bed and got in doggie position with my ass facing the door. A minute later, I heard someone walk in and close the door. I hit the poppers. I heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. I hit the poppers again. I felt him climb on the bed behind me. I hit the poppers again. He rubbed my ass and ran his fingers in my crack. I heard the sound of the lube being opened and then he squirted it on my hole. He returned his finger to my hole and pushed in. He pulled out and pushed two fingers in. He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of lube being squirted again and then the sound of a cock being jerked. Then, I felt it. His hard cock was at the entrance of my hole. I hit the poppers hard and he pushed the head in. It felt great. He continued to slowly push until his entire cock was inside me. "mmmm. Love the feeling of your poz cock in my neg hole." "oh yeah, baby. I love your neg hole." He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me. My head was starting to clear a little from the poppers. What was I doing? I have a toxic poz cock in my hole. If he keeps fucking me, he will be dumping his toxic load in my hole. I am not on prep. He might infect me. Should I ask him to pull out? His cock feels so good in me. I hit the poppers again. My fears disappeared. His raw cock felt so good in me. "I'm getting close. Want me to pull out?" He was giving me a choice to pull out. "Noooo. Breed me" "You got it." He started to fuck faster and then pushed into me. I felt it. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He was dumping his toxic load in me. He stayed in me for a minute and then pulled out. I laid down on my stomach to make sure the load was staying in me. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome." I heard him putting his clothes on and the door unlatch. "Enjoy my load. Have a good night." He walked out and closed the door behind him. I laid there for a minute. What had I just done? I could probably go to the toilet and get the load to come out. I found myself reaching underneath myself. I better check on the load. I stuck my finger in and then brought it to my mouth. His cum was yummy. I pushed my finger back in my hole but this time, I started fucking myself with my fingers. I was getting hornier. I pulled my finger out and checked my phone. I had a message on one of the apps. "You interested in hosting the two of us tonight?" "Hi. Do you like sloppy seconds? I have a load in me already and looking for more." "mmmm. Great. We are both bareback tops." "You poz? neg? unknown?" "We are both poz." "mmmm. I am neg but have a poz load in me." "mmmmm. Great. When and where?" I sent them my hotel name and address. "Cool. We are like five minutes away. Ready for us?" "Yes. Let me know when you get here and I will give you the room number and then prop the door." "OK. See you in a few." What was I doing? I had a toxic load in me. I could stop now and might be ok. If I let these two guys breed me, they are going to work that load in me. It will increase my chances of getting pozzed. My phone buzzed. "We're here." I sent them my room number, propped the door open and then got back into doggie position on the bed with my ass facing the door. I hit the poppers. A couple of minutes later, I heard the door open and close. "What do we have here? A sloppy hole ready to get bred again?" "Yes Sir." "Good. We are going to enjoy this." I heard clothes hitting the floor and then felt them climb on the bed. I felt hands running over my butt and then a finger probed my hole. "Yep. He has a load in there. Joe. Go use his mouth. I want to get in his ass right now." I felt someone come around in front of me. He was a chubby white guy. His cock was semi-hard but looked average. I opened my mouth and he stuck his cock in. At the same time, I heard the sound of lube being squirted and a cock being jerked. I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. I continued to suck Joe's growing cock as I felt the other guy start to push into my hole. His cock felt much bigger but not uncomfortable. Joe spoke. "How's his hole, Malcolm?" "Tight but feels great. Hot and wet." I moaned as Malcolm started to fuck me. Joe tried to time it so that both were fucking my holes at the same time. I was lucky that Joe's cock wasn't too big or I would have been gagging. After several minutes, Malcolm spoke. "I've got to stop. Let's switch. I love ass to mouth. I want him to taste my poz cock and the remnants of that poz load he has in there." They both pulled out and switched positions. Malcolm was a thin black man. His cock looked to be about eight inches long and a above-average thickness. I opened my mouth and he pushed the tip in. I could taste cum and my ass on his cock. At the same time, Joe pushed into my used ass. After having Malcolm's cock in there, I couldn't really feel it. Malcolm pushed more of his cock in my mouth but not so much that would cause me to gag. Joe continued to fuck me and then spoke. "Want me to cum in him or want to switch again?" "Nah. Breed him. I want his hole real sloppy when I breed him." "OK." Joe sped up and then pushed into me. I could not feel him cum. Malcolm pulled out of my mouth and came behind me. Joe appeared in front of me and I took his softening cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock to try to get any remnants of cum off it. Malcolm pushed into me. His cock felt so much better. "mmmm. It is so hot in there. I've got to drive those loads in deep." He held still for a second and started fucking me hard. On each thrust, I had to work hard to hold my balance. Joe pulled out and moved behind me. I grabbed my poppers and took a sharp hit in each nostril. He took his hands off my hips and grabbed my shoulders. On each thrust, it felt like he was driving even deeper into me. "Ready for my poz load, slut?" "Yes Sir. Breed me. Give me that poz load!" He slammed into me and I almost fell forward but I pushed back on him. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I could feel his cum deep inside me. A few moments later, he pulled out and I immediately laid on my stomach. "Your hole is filled up with poz loads, slut." "Thank you, Sirs." I laid there as they got dressed and left. I turned to my side and stuck my finger in my hole. There was a lot of cum dripping out. I brought some to my mouth and tasted it. I got more and rubbed it on the tip of my cock. I moved to my back and started jerking. It didn't take long and then I came hard thinking about the poz loads in my neg hole. I was satisfied. I knew what satisifed me now. Taking multiple loads from tops that wanted to breed me. Poz loads excited me. __________________________________ Chapter 7 - The Conclusion Since that experience I have continued to play when I can. My BBRT profile says that I am negative and for "Your Status" it says "positive only." I don't get a chance to play often but when I do, I look for any and all tops. Of course, I look for poz tops first but will settle for tops that don't know or care about their status. I even look for neg tops if nobody else is available. Am I bugchaser? I would say no. I don't really want to become poz but I am a take-all-loads bottom that gets off on poz/neg play. Will I become poz? Probably. Will it shock me when it happens? Probably. What will I do then? I will probably become more versatile. There are a lot of neg guys out there that need encouragement to become like me.

Fuck yes!

I made my way to the door and knocked, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. Almost immediately, the door opened and there was Tim, standing confidently in nothing but his briefs again. "Hey boy, glad you made it. I'm excited for another go at that ass!" He turned me around and hugged me tightly from behind, I could feel his dick pressed against me through the fabric and it did nothing to hide his arousal. I licked my lips, shuffled awkwardly into the house, and started to make myself comfortable. Tim offered me a drink and I gladly accepted, hoping it would loosen me up a bit to enjoy the experience more. Tim came back with a glass and while I drank it down, he didn't waste any time, starting to grope me and pull at my clothing. My body responded instantly and I set down the empty glass and helped him pull the rest off of me until I was naked. Tim looked me up and down and growled, "Mmmm, good boy. Get over here." He pulled me in and started kissing me aggressively, exploring my mouth with his tongue and grabbing my ass. It was exciting and I kissed him back, trying to give as good as I was getting. The passion was building between us and Tim got progressively more handsy as the minutes went by. Eventually, he pulled away and looked me over again. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and started slowly walking me down the dark hallway to a different room than last time. "I thought we'd change things up this time, hope for better results," he said as he opened the door and led me inside. The room wasn't very big, but what it lacked in size it made up in ambience. A soft red glow lit up the space and I smelled that same scent I had gotten from the wet spot in my underwear after he came inside me. It overwhelmed my senses and I felt a rush of horniness from my toes up through the top of my head as the memory of our first encounter played through my mind. I sagged a little and let out an involuntary moan. The rest of the room was sparse, but I noticed some drawers in a corner with various small bottles on top, some of which I recognized as lube. In the middle of the room was a sling. I had seen enough porn to know what it was but I had never been in one before. My heart jumped with excitement as I imagined myself in place of some of the bottoms I'd seen online. "This is my special room, hasn't let me down yet. I think you're really going to enjoy yourself here." Tim led me over the sling and helped me into it, lifting my legs into the stirrups so that my hole was exposed. He took a second to bend down and blow lightly on my hole, which clenched automatically at the sensation. With a quick chuckle, Tim turned and started rifling through the drawers while I got settled. I laid back and took stock of my surroundings, noticing a mirror on the ceiling above me. Tim had turned back around and I could see him taking off his briefs in the mirror, his monster of a cock springing out once the fabric was out of the way and just barely brushing against my ass. A shiver went through me and I tried to adjust my position to get closer to him. "Hehe, hungry tonight eh?" Tim chuckled. "Let's make sure you get what you came for." He reached behind him in one of the drawers, his arm out of sight. "Sometimes I can get a little rough and accidentally push guys back in the sling, these will help you stay put." In a flash, he quickly wrapped my ankles with some restraints and attached them to the sling. Startled, I started to try and sit up, but he gave the sling a strong push that caused me to lose my balance and fall backwards. He gestured in my direction and said, "See? Now I can really open you up without you falling out the back." "I don't know about this," I mumbled, feeling some anxiety building despite his efforts to calm me down. Things were moving very quickly and now I wasn't sure I was ready for this kind of play. "It's not a big deal, it's just so you don't slide while we're fucking. I won't restrain your hands for now," he grinned. He stood directly in front of me, hands on his hips and his hard cock jutting straight out in front, pressed against my hole. My movements in the sling trying to sit up again made the tip drag slightly across my opening and I could feel a wetness that must have been precum. I was torn between fear and lust, still trying to hold myself up but not quite sure what to do. Tim just looked down at me, watching with a hungry expression while I tried to sort my thoughts. My abs and arms were starting to get tired from holding my torso up. "Well? What's it gonna be, boy?" Tim finally prompted. "You really want to stop now?" I leaned back, covering my face with my arm. "I don't know, it just feels like a lot." "You asked for this, boy. You reached out to me, remember?" he scolded me, but he still didn't move. I felt bad. He was right, I had initiated all of this and now I was giving him blue-balls just because I got nervous? I moved my arm and looked up at him. There was a disappointment in his face that made me feel even more guilty than before. How would I have reacted if I was in his position? I would have been upset too, it wasn't really fair of me. "Ok, sorry. It's ok, It's just a lot of firsts all at once. I'm overreacting," I apologized. Tim's disappointment immediately melted away and was replaced by a big grin. "Good boy! I knew you'd come around, but be ready - once I start, I'm not stopping until you take my load. Especially now... last chance to back out." He rocked his hips and his dick poked at my hole, the precum letting the tip start to open me up, just a little... "Yeah, ok... let's do it," I agreed and reached up to grab the chains and brace myself. Tim leaned over me and kissed me hard again. "That's good, boy. Here, take a long inhale of this, it'll help with the first push." He reached behind him and grabbed one of the bottles, opening it and holding it under my nose. "What is it?" I asked, it smelled like the nail polish remover my sister used. "This is poppers. It'll help your hole relax and open you up faster. It feels good," Another new thing... but I had already agreed so I put my doubts aside and took a deep breath when he held the bottle under my nose. A couple seconds later I felt a warm rush and tingles through my entire body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling. Tim saw me react and said, "Perfect, now deep breath, boy - here it comes." He grabbed the sling and started to push. The poppers did their job and my hole relaxed despite the intrusion and soon, and I had a perfect view of his dick in the mirror overhead as my hole opened up for him and he slipped further and further inside me. "Oh..my..god," I breathed heavily and my body started shaking from all the sensations. I had forgotten how big he was and it felt like he was splitting me open, but my body was somehow managing to take him in. I was having trouble sorting through what was pain and what was pleasure, focused on the feeling of my pulse in my hole, gripping his cock with each beat. "Fuck yeah, that feels amazing," Tim kept pushing slowly and steadily into me. I couldn't believe he was still going, it already felt like he was so deep. "Almost there, another big push coming," he reminded me. I jolted a little at the memory, remembering the crazy sensation of his last inch just as he met the resistance in my hole. I felt the intense pressure and pushed slightly against it, and with one final shift of the hips, Tim's cock forced its way through and deep inside me. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. I fuckin love this hole, you're gonna be my good boy forever, right?" Tim started rocking, each thrust pushing that deep spot over and over. I was still reeling from the aftereffects of the poppers, and I writhed in the sling, trying to savor every sensation. Tim didn't let up at all, and soon I was overcome by the power of his fucking. He pushed deep into me with each thrust, pulling out just enough each time that I felt every inch of him over and over and over. Soon, his breathing turned ragged and his thrusts more urgent. I could tell he was getting close. "Here comes number one!" He almost shouted as he pressed against me, leaning hard against the sling until he was almost hanging off me by his dick, and with one final push I could feel the hot pulsing of his cock as his cum flowed into me. A deep satisfaction started to fill my brain and I knew, this is what I had been looking for... and now I wanted, no...needed, more. My cock leaked a steady stream of precum as he started to pump in and out again, riding out the end of his intense orgasm. Tim collapsed on my chest and kissed me deeply, his dick still hard inside me. "That was so good, I couldn't hold off any longer. Give me a sec and we'll go for round two." We stayed like that for a few minutes, and his cock never softened. I could feel his desire radiating through my hold, making my whole body tingle as it reciprocated what I felt from him. Slowly, he stood back up and started slowly pumping again. The feeling was different now, easier with the additional lubrication of his first load inside me. "Fuck... yes, feels so good!" I moaned. Tim settled into a nice rhythm and before long, I was fully enjoying the ride again. The sling made it so that he went deep with every stroke. I watched his face while he fucked me, and could tell he was trying to make it last. As time passed, Tim started to get more aggressive and more verbal. "This fuckin hole, I could breed you for days." "You feel so good, I love being balls deep in you." "Yeah, getting nice and loose, I love a sloppy hole that doesn't fight me." "Gonna knock you up good, boy." I could understand what he had said about the ankle restraints, some of the thrusts were definitely pushing me hard. I struggled to accommodate his massive cock inside me - it was definitely stretching me out and pushing me to my limit. But Tim's running commentary helped keep me horny and distracted. We kept it up like that for a while before Tim said, "Yeah... You're gonna take my poz load deep in your hole, boy" He was starting to speed up, "I'm almost there, definitely gonna give you my HIV this time!" Every muscle in my body tensed. The pleasure I had been feeling stopped instantly and my stomach dropped as his words registered. "Wha..what do you mean? Stop, stop please." Wide-eyed, I started to try and sit up again, pushing against his stomach, but I couldn't get any leverage in the sling. Plus, it was hard to balance with him still thrusting into me. I tried to pull away but my legs were strapped in, and every time I tried to sit up or reach him, Tim simply pushed me back down and gave my ass a firm thrust in punishment. My hole clenched in fear. "Oh fuck, you're squeezing my dick so hard. Milking that load out, huh boy? Here it comes!" He laughed, and with a final thrust he pushed as deep as he could into me again. I shouted out and tried to move, but I felt a hot sensation deep in my ass and knew it was too late. His cock gave several strong twitches and my hole reacted instinctively, clenching and relaxing which only seemed to draw everything further inside me. Not only that, but my brain started to get fuzzy and everything seemed to slow down. I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was working against me. I started to tear up and covered my face with my arm so he wouldn't see. "Good boy, just let it happen. Nice... that's right, get every drop," Tim continued talking to me as if he hadn't just forced me to take his load. He reached behind him and I heard him rummaging through the drawer behind him without removing his cock from my ass. I moved my arm to see what he was doing just in time for him to grab it, slap on a cuff, and secure it to the chain nearby. It was clearly a practiced move, something he had done over and over. I started swinging my free hand wildly, trying desperately to maintain some sort of freedom, but it was a losing battle. Once all my limbs were restrained, Tim finally pulled out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that didn't give me the relief I thought it should... "There we go, now we can really relax and make sure it takes this time," Tim turned and started looking in the drawer again, eventually turning back with a large butt plug in hand. He spit on it and pushed it into me, and I grunted as it locked into place. "Can't have you wasting my cum now can we?" He laughed again. "Why are you doing this? I don't understand... please let me go." I was shaken, but somehow my own cock was rock hard. I needed to get out of there and figure out what to do next. "Oh come on, you knew exactly what was going on. I told you last time I was breeding you with a toxic load. If that's not what you wanted, why did you contact me? You seemed pretty into it for the first load." I searched my memory and he was right, those were the words he had used the first time. I had taken two HIV positive loads from him already! But as far as I knew, nothing had happened that first time. I must have been lucky... I didn't know how to respond so I stayed quiet. I could feel my pulse on the plug in my ass, and my cock still hadn't gone down. What was wrong with me? "But this time, we'll make sure it takes," Tim said casually. "Always fun finding naive neg boys like you. Thought I got you last time, but my viral load is higher now. The process is already started, and with those big loads, you've got a good dose of my DNA in you already. Your cock knows what's up, you're gonna love it. Once you're poz, you'll be free to take as many loads as you want. We'll make you a proper cumdump soon enough." I was horrified. Was it really too late? I didn't know much about how HIV worked except that this is exactly why I was supposed to use condoms... "Yeah, can't wait to own this hole forever," Tim jiggled the plug in my hole, which caused a glob of precum to leak out of me. He wiped the precum from my cock and licked his finger. "Mmm, love tasting a boy's last neg cum. We'll make sure and get all of it out soon so you can start making the real stuff." He gave me an evil grin and turned around to the drawers again. "You know, no matter who fucks you after today, you'll always have me inside you, boy." When he turned back, he was holding some black straps which he wrapped around my ass. I could feel pressure on the plug and realized the straps were holding it very firmly in place. "This will make sure the plug stays in. I'm gonna take a break and have a drink. You can sit here for a bit and let that settle." I hadn't even thought to push it out... that probably would have been a good idea. Tim walked out of the room and I was left with my thoughts. Alone, I struggled to free one of my arms, but I was stuck. There was really nothing I could do but wait. My heart was racing and I tried to calm myself down. "He can't keep me here forever, I'll get medical help as soon as I get out of here," I thought. But a small part of me started to argue, "he must have been HIV positive for a while and he seems healthy enough. Is it really that bad?" My cock throbbed. It was a dangerous thought. For some amount of time, I fought with myself. I was scared of what the future would be like, and what people would say, but my dick had stubbornly refused to go down ever since he came inside me. And I did still love the feeling of bare sex... maybe it was better like this? No. This was wrong, and besides, it wasn't fair for him to make the decision for me. But did he really? I knew it had been risky to bareback with a stranger. I could have deleted Jake's message and stuck to what I knew. But that would have meant that most of my sex would be with condoms, which sounded awful. What he did to me was unforgiveable and evil. But, Tim did give me a couple chances to back out, and I stuck around... It was probably my own fault for not learning more about the dangers before I really dove into this life. Eventually I came to the conclusion that there was no use in assigning blame right then. Tim was probably right, and it was done already if his viral load was really so high. At this point I may as well try to cooperate and at least enjoy some of it. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what felt good instead. I discovered that if I tried to push out the plug, relaxing my ass afterwards would let the straps push it back into me with a satisfying thump which felt great. I closed my eyes and kept that up for a bit, starting to get into it when Tim walked back in the room. "Oh, that looks fun. Let me help." He removed the straps and pulled the plug, just enough to give my hole a good stretch, before pushing it back in - only he pushed at an angle I couldn't achieve on my own. It must have been a direct hit on my prostate because my cock gave a huge twitch and a massive glob of precum escaped. He eagerly bent down and licked my shaft, then took the entire thing into his mouth. It felt amazing. I'm not usually into receiving oral, but the sensation of his tongue along with the plug was working for me and I started to feel my own orgasm building. I tried pushing my hips upwards to finish when Tim pulled away, stopping me just short of cumming. "Oh no you don't!" He scolded me. "It looks like you're ready for another round." I was panting with lust and thrusting my hips, but it didn't get me anywhere. "You want more of my dirty poz cum, boy? That's the only way I'm gonna let you cum." Tim teased me. I closed my eyes, partly from not wanting to look at him, and partly to try and hide just how turned on I was. Tim came around and knelt down so that his head was level with mine. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's ok to want it. Giving in is easier and way more fun. Just think about how good it will feel to take loads like mine all the time without worrying. You want that don't you?" He started lightly caressing my chest, pinching one of my nipples as his hand made its way down my body. "Tell me what you want." I was lost in the sensations - the plug in my ass, his hands on my body, his breath in my ear...and I could have sworn I could still feel heat from his load deep in my gut. I shuddered as his hand touched my cock and my resistance started to break. "I want you to fuck me again." "That's not it, boy. What do you want?" He persisted. "I want another load in my ass," I was still holding on. "Come on, just say it. You know you want to." He touched the tip of my cock and dragged his finger lightly all the way down the shaft, slick with my leaking precum. I turned my head to face him and looked deep in his eyes. The look on his face was pure desire, it was intoxicating and drew me in. This man was all power and sex, and I realized I really did want more. I wanted more of him, and everything he was. I leaned into him with a kiss and whispered, "please... please poz me." Tim smiled. "I knew you wanted it deep down the first time we met. This is the life you want, I'm gonna own that ass tonight." He walked back to my ass, and without any more preamble, he shoved his full length inside me. I cried out, but this time it was in desire instead of fear or pain, and when he finally came inside me again, my own cock exploded, ridding itself of the last of my neg cum and my old life. He gave me 3 more loads that night before he undid the restraints. By that point, I was completely broken. I was his. I fell asleep with the plug in my ass and Tim holding me in his arms. He said I should stay for the long weekend to make sure we passed any chance of medical intervention. I didn't resist, I begged him to fill me again and again. Even after the weekend, I spent most evenings with him taking as many of his loads as I could. And a couple weeks later, I woke up to the worst flu I had ever experienced - Tim by my side, grinning before pushing into me again.

I met my first Master shortly after I turned 18. It was a real BDSM relationship and from the beginning I was kept chaste. The chastity cage was only taken off for cleaning or when he stimulated me for hours without allowing me to cum. So I remained horny and always willing for the entire duration of our relationship (over 10 years). If I wanted to cum “properly” (in the chastity cage) I had to let several guys fuck me hard and persistently. So I was very quick and always ready for gangbangs, which my master appreciated. Even in later relationships (not even BDSM) I wore a chastity cage permanently, until today. I am simply more willing, more cock-hungry and more open to many things. Today my cock stays small even without a chastity cage. It has shrunk to a sissy clit, partly due to the permanent chastity.

So I was getting home after 2am cause I shut the bar down and was drunk enough to call it a night. AsI was walking to my door this 5'8 170 blonde buzzcut and tattooed white thug comes outta of the apartment next to me. I knew the girl that lived there so I assumed the bitch had gotten lucky cause this stud was built like a tank. His tattoos on his tan huge pecs were insane. He just wore basketball shorts, white socks, and ankle bracelet as he came out and we did the typical hetero guy greeting of the head nod and said "sup?" He then proceeded to put a cigarette in between his lips and said "Bro, you gotta light, I forgot mine ?" I responded that I did but, didn't Lori( the girl who rented the apartment ) have one. He responded saying no and she wasn't here. I opened the door to my place and he proceeded to stand at my open door as I looked for a lighter. I said where is Lori at? She's outta town, I'm her brother, Austin. She is letting me stay here until our parents help me get on my feet. He said as he lifted the leg with ankle monitor. I said Dude, what happened? Then I grabbed two beers outta the fridge and tossed him the lighter. He proceeded to light the cigarette and then take the beer I handed him...he then tells me his ex girlfriend had told police that he was selling meth...he got arrested and spent a year or so in prison and he had just gotten out but was on home arrest until being assigned a permanent parole officer, cleared, and started a work release and support meetings etc...and he moved back with his parents. I was drunk enough to be bold and said "A year is along time without pussy!" He laughed and thinking I was straight said he had blue balls for a year too! I proceeded to take my shirt off and shoes and sat down on the couch. I said you didn't have a homie in jail to blow you and laughed! He immediately got this look on his face like that was weird to say and responded fuuuuckkkk no! I said Austin, if I was in jail then a mouth is a mouth! I proceeded to turn on the straight gangbang porn that me and bro like to watch. Austin laughed but shut the door and sit on the floor and began to watch the porn...now, I figured if anything happens great and if it didn't at least I get to see this stud pop a woody in his shorts. He finished his cigarette and then proceeded to make commentary on the action on the screen. Of course I egged this on...after awhile of drinking beer and watching him get absorbed by the porn ..he turned to say something to me and immediately noticed the tent in my shorts. He then looked right at me and said you gay? I said yep! He said I'd lied about the blow jobs in jail and proceeded to sit on the couch and manspread! I immediately jumped between his legs and pulled out his 8inch dick outta his shorts! I started to polish his dick as he grabbed my head and forced me all the way down on his dick! I blew him like a new born calf on a teet! I could feel his balls getting tighter and knew it was a matter of minutes or seconds before he shot his wad so I stopped and stood up. I dropped my shorts and said you wanna fuck? I turned around and wiggled my butt. He said he wasn't gay but ok...I grabbed the lube and poppers from the side table drawer and proceeded to get us ready..he lined up his BWC and then proceeded to push it straight into my ass. I knew this guy didn't fuck butt enough because of this and knew he would treat it like a cunt so I made sure to take huge hit of poppers as he did so...he proceeded to grab my hips, stare only at the porn, and fuck the living daylights outta me. As I took another hit of poppers, he asked if he could take a hit...I said sure and asked he had done them before...of course, he said no. I told him how and the moment the vapors hit his brain, he went into fuck mode overdrive and proceeded to breed me up my gut! He finished beet red and just grunted...of course I came on the floor. Now i thought he fuck and dash but, he actually stayed and had another beer. As we chatted i told him about my bro, who is currently outta town,and said we are cool and he was always welcome to come over to get blown and watch porn..he said he wasn't gay but, he definitely didn't want the hassle of girlfriend right now...so if we knew he was the top and straight porn played he definitely come over again..after he left, I texted my bro about our new neighbor....Bro later replied that since he read my text he's had to hide his boner at work all day!

With toys it needs to be something soft and flexible and ideally tapered or narrow. The second ring is the entrance to the sigmoid colon, which then takes a turn to the left of your body. Anyway rigid that tries to just go straight ahead is going to hit the wall of your intestine, and it's that which hurts.

This is the story which inspired us most. This author is prolific and gives us a lot of ideas! Our character Ian is inspired by Owen - let's see if he becomes a gifter as Owen is!

I can’t overstate how much I enjoyed and appreciated this story. Along with hopefully shooting a few loads, I hope you sighted guys learned how horny we blind guys truly can be. Like Owen, there are those of us who would be willing to take, and hopefully give, poz loads if given the opportunity. Thanks to all of you who read “Blind Curve.” Please tell your friends about it. And, of course, thanks to chi4loads. Keep reading and supporting his stories with your positive, or pozitive comments.

Part 6 We got dropped off at the sleazy, run down motel by the expressway. "Hope she's fun!" the driver said, knowing that anyone that went to this motel only came for sex. Two or more guys going to tag team a slut there was pretty common and the taxi driver knew it. "Once inside, give me the layout of the room. Chair on left, bed on left in eight feet, dresser on right 10 feet. Stuff like that" he said as we walked up to room 107 and knocked. The door opened and a guy was standing there in just a pair of white boxers. He was skinny. Even skinnier than Owen. Ribs showing skinny. While he might have been two inches taller than Owen (three with the thick, dark, curly hair) he was probably the same weight and maybe less. He had a couple poorly done tattoos on his arms and a large, nicer one across his chest saying "No Fear" in Gothic script. It seemed appropriate since he didn't appear to be nervous at all. Excited or eager, but not nervous. I whispered to Owen the room layout and he moved over to the edge of the bed. "You really toxic?" the bottom asked almost as soon as the door shut. "Yeah, converted a week and a half ago so I should have a high viral load" Owen said and I nodded. The chaser grinned and I think his boxers tented before he then said "Shit... you really are blind. That's fuckin' twisted." "Why? I'm not different than any other gay guy other than I can't see. Now, do you want get bred or not?" Owen said. After a quick discussion I had the bottom's phone in my hand to record the event. Owen pushed his sweats down and stepped out of them while the bottom pulled his boxers off and climbed on the bed. Owen looked a lot more comfortable than I expected and after some spit and his fingers roughly prepped the bottom, Owen shoved his stiff shaft in. The cry from the bottom didn't deter him and he plowed the hole like an experienced top. A few screams came out of the bottom when Owen fucked even harder. My dick was hard the whole time, snaking down my shorts with a constant drip running down my leg. Owen looked like he was having fun and even made the skinny guy beg for the first charged load. Owen fucked the chaser doggy style most of the time, standing on the floor with the bottom's ass over the edge to start and ending with the bottom flat on the bed, drilling him hard and making the skinny guy whimper. He pumped two loads into the chaser in the hour plus that we were there and both looked exhausted. "Sorry, I can't do a third time... My ass is on fire" the bottom said painfully. The video and pictures told how much damage Owen had done and the pink jizz oozing out of the bottom's hole confirmed it. While we waited outside for the taxi to show up, Owen asked "Do you think that did it or am I going to have to do him ten times like you did to me?" I laughed before saying "No way to tell. I probably could have stopped after the first couple times, but I like fucking you too much" and grabbing his ass. A few moments later I told him "You really trashed his hole though, so this might do it. I doubt he'll be taking any dick for a few days." "He said he wanted it rough. Some of the stories I read said to dig my fingernails in to make him bleed so the virus can get inside him easier" he explained. "It'll take a couple weeks before he'll know. But now you know what it feels like" I said. A few seconds later he said "I'm glad you didn't stop. I like when you fuck me and you never hesitate to cum inside me like a lot of guys. I never thought I'd find a guy that was willing to infect me, though. Maybe I'd get one of the regular STDs sometime, but I expected that getting pozzed would stay a fantasy. Thanks." Just as the car pulled up, Owen said "I think I prefer to just keep fucking a guy like you did with me. Moans are far sexier than cries of pain." We went back to his dorm and since my balls were still full, I was on top of him a couple seconds after the door was latched. I was too horny for any foreplay so as soon as I could get his sweatpants down I had three gobs of spit on his hole and a leaking dick trying to force it's way in. "Oh fuck yeah... shove that poz dick into me" Owen growled out while my shaft sank into his ass. I paused a moment once I was over half way in and tugged my tee shirt off, tossing it by my shorts that were near the door. A quick pull and his was off too before I bent over and resumed forcing my cock further into his hole. My chest was laying on his back with my dick fully planted inside him. "You really got into breeding that neg guy, didn't you? Did it feel good trying to knock him up?" I asked. I didn't really give him time to answer before my hips were thrusting in. When I fucked him before, I always started slow and worked up to a hard fuck since that's what he said he liked when we first met. This was like I usually fucked with other guys when I was really horny. "Yeah... It felt fucking great... Going to own his ass forever... Just like you own mine... Ugh... Harder!" he grunted out between each shove I gave him. My hands were on top of his, holding him down and keeping him in position. He began to push his ass up and milk my cock until my cock began to throb. The throbs turned into strong pulses with spurts of cum flooding his ass once again. We both moaned loudly and I laid on top of him until my cock softened. I rolled off and laid next to him, watching him roll on to his back. "That was the hottest fuck yet. I loved how you just fucked me without being gentle in the beginning. It's how I imagine most cum dumps get used. I have a way to go though" Owen said. "Good to know" I said, grinning. A few moments later I added "I don't know if you're interested, but... I'm going to a sex party this weekend if you want to go with me. It's a no-loads-refused party and you can show off that greedy little ass of yours. Maybe even breed a guy or two" I said. His cock twitched a few times and he nodded his head 'yes'. We got there early and stripped at the door like host told us to. We put our clothes in a bag and wandered in, grabbing a drink and finding a spot to peruse the other guests. The crowd slowly got bigger and I was describing the guys to Owen as we sipped on our drinks. It was a mix of guys with a handful of college guys like us and the rest were mid-twenties to fifties. "I think I'm just going to bottom tonight. Hopefully I can get more poz cum inside me" Owen whispered to me. Once the crowd got settled and the alcohol had killed most of everyone's inhibitions, I knew the real fun was about to start. "I think it's time to stake out a bed" I told him and we wandered down the hall to the bedrooms. The first room already had a bottom hogging the middle of the bed, but the second room was empty. He took the head of the bed and I took the foot, our bare asses facing the door. It only took a few minutes and I heard "Oh fuck yeah... two holes, no waiting." That was the start of a continuous line of horny guys using us. After the fourth load, I got up to find my own hole to breed. I told Owen that I would be back to check on him later and the tall 30-something bear fucking him said "Don't hurry. I got a few buds that need to tap this sweet ass. We'll have him knocked up by morning." The comment made me smile and I wandered out of the room knowing that Owen was going to get his wish. I wandered around, leaving a trail of cum wherever I walked and fucked a few guys, one other college guy and one that looked to be a tall guy in his mid-thirties. Both got their first, albeit small, poz loads of the night. One totally shaved twink was bent over the couch in the living room taking dick. I walked up and when the current top pulled out I took his place. Immediately, I had this huge hand on my shoulder. "Careful there, boy. That cunt is full of some nasty seed. We're gonna get him pregnant tonight. I doubt those four loads have done their job yet" a deep gravelly voice said. I smiled and shoved my stiff cock into the sloppy hole. As I fucked I noticed the marks on the back of the twink. Two neg and eight poz hash marks kept track of what was inside and in a puddle below the twink's ass. I drilled him for several minutes and noticed a few guys were waiting their turn. My grunt preceded a big load getting pumped in. I added my mark to make it nine, getting a huge grin from the big guy that warned me earlier. "No meds" I whispered to him as I made room for the next guy. He had a six inch biohazard tattoo on his upper back and I wondered whether it was better to show my status like that or not. After another tour of the apartment, I made it back to the bedroom and found Owen fucking a thin, gray haired, middle aged otter. A minute later he unloaded to the encouragement of the tall bear that had fucked him earlier. "Yeah, shoot your last neg load into Harry!" I smiled, wondering if Harry cared that the "neg" load he got was anything but bug free. "Good job" I told Owen as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, guiding him back toward the door. It was just past 2AM and we had been there for almost five hours. "Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did" the bear told us and the bear's friends all agreed. As we pulled our clothes on I noticed the tally marks on Owen's back. "Hmm, four, two and seven. I think that means you can truly call yourself a cum dump now" I told him. He was confused and I explained "four neg loads, two unknown, and seven poz loads got fucked into your hole tonight." I crashed in his room that night and both of us slept soundly. It was a little strange sharing a twin bed with him, but we were spooned the whole night with my arm around him, holding him close. In the morning I was going to help him wash the marker off his back. We shared a shower, getting a chuckle from the other guy that was drying off nearby. "No... leave it there. I want people to see it" he said when I told him I was going to wash the marks off his back. "I always dreamed of doing something like that. Thanks for inviting me" he told me before he added "Now lean against the wall, I want to give you my last neg load" with a sinister laugh. After the shower, he wanted me to get a picture of his back with the tally marks. When we started to dress, he asked me to pick out a tank top that would let people see what a slut he'd been the night before and I found a stringer tank that exposed most of his shoulders. "You might want to get something more permanent" I said and told him about the guy at the party with the biohazard tattoo on his back. He didn't reply, but I could tell he was thinking about it. I wondered how many people would understand the visible marks on his back as he walked around the rest of the day or two. I would have hung around, but I had a hookup with a hung poz guy that afternoon. Owen's profile had changed with the pictures I had suggested along with three hidden pics too, one was the picture of his back from the party. I liked the new phrase he put in the description "versatile, into risky play" yet he still had 'ask me' as his status to leave it ambiguous. I stumbled on another profile he set up that was more blatant about what he wanted. The picture of his freshly bred hole had the text "Newly poz. Looking 4 neg btms and viral tops." We continued to fuck, usually flipping, but it was back to once a week. He was proud of how active he had gotten, keeping busy with other guys both as a top and bottom. Two or three other hookups a week now seemed to be his norm. Owen would tell me how much dick he'd taken or given since our last meeting and wanted to know about my hookups too. A month or so later I asked Owen if he'd heard back from his first chaser. "One fuck is all it took. He wasn't ready for the conversion, though. He bitched like crazy for over a week. The other two were all excited, just like I was. I'm still waiting to hear on three others. Now... give me another poz load, Jeff" he said pulling his legs back.

Part 5 On my visit Thursday afternoon I thought I'd try another position. After he had sucked me hard and I'd eaten his ass for several minutes, I laid down and had him straddle me. He looked uneasy but once he put his hands down on my chest and felt my cock push into his ass he got more comfortable. It took a few tries but he figured out how to ride my cock. I was a little surprised when once he got more confidence he rode my dick really hard. Eventually, he slowed down and I pulled him forward before I took over and pounded him a few minutes. My cock pumped another half dozen spurts of cum into his ass. "Now it's your turn" I told him. "What do you mean?" Owen asked. "I want you to fuck your last neg load into me" I replied. I could feel the panic rush through his body. "I... I... I can't. I'm a bottom. I've never tried to fuck a guy" Owen said, his voice quivering like his body was. "Your dick has been rock hard every time we've fucked. I want to feel it in me. Now, pull off and move back two feet" I said firmly. Indeed, his cock was still stiff and laying on my stomach next to a small puddle of precum. He slowly raised up and my cock fell from his ass. I felt some cum dribble out and then watched him move back. My hands held on to his arms to steady him as he shuffled backwards. Once he was in position, I crawled away a little and got on all fours. I spit a few times into my hand and lubed up my hole before backing myself to him. His hands reached out and rested on my hips and I felt his shaft resting on my ass. "You can do it, Owen, just guide it to the hole" I said. Owen's right hand left my hip and I felt him press his dick into the crevice. He pushed it up and down along the trench until the head found the wet ring. I heard him breathe in deeply and then push in. I relaxed and felt his cock slide inside me slowly. He only went in a couple inches before he began to pull back. I was afraid he was going to pull out and give up, but he gingerly started to rock his hips. I heard some gasps and moans the longer he continued and soon I was moaning too. It took me back to the days where most of the guys I had sex with were virgins. A few words of encouragement got him to thrust deeper and a few minutes later I was pushing back on to his cock. Owen kept plowing my ass, occasionally stopping a moment before resuming. My hole started to feel slicker and I assumed he was lubing my ass with his neg precum. He filled the room with louder moans and that's when I knew he could go to the next step. My ring clamped down and he froze. I'm sure he was fighting off shooting his load, but that's what I wanted. The little devil inside me wanted him to give me his last neg load and his first charged one. Three more thrusts did it and I felt him flood my guts. Unlike with most guys, I could feel his cock throb inside my ring. I counted eight strong pulses before he gasped "Oh my god!" He stayed planted inside me another minute before pulling back. A second after his cock was free of my hole I was spun around and licking the jizz off his dick. After his cock was cleaned, I pulled him down on to the bed and we laid there together a few minutes in silence. "I always wondered what it was like, but I was too scared to try. Besides, I like feeling a guy fuck me too much..." he said. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Oh hell yeah... Thank you for making me try. It's still easier for me to bottom, but now I know I can top with the right guy" Owen said. "As I said, I want your last neg and first poz loads, so you'll get more practice" I told him. He needed some practice too. He wasn't the worst top I'd taken and pretty good for his first time, but I hoped he would get better. I also wanted to watch him charge up his first neg guy too, but I wasn't going to tell him that quite yet. It had been a while since I had fucked a guy while his load dripped out my ass and down my leg, but that's what our last fuck of the day was like. Our next seven meetings were repeats. I'd breed him, he'd breed me and then I'd give him a second load. We tried a few more positions too and while he preferred to fuck me doggy style, I found I liked a standing fuck with him braced on the dresser, me fucking him from behind while staring at our faces in the mirror. Owen was getting better as a top, too. His motions were more natural and had lost all of the jerkiness from his first few tries. He always shot big loads and I loved going home feeling it run down my legs. I was starting to question whether I was really poz when I got the message Monday afternoon. "I think I have the flu. Can you stop by to see?" he texted while I was in class. He looked like I did when the conversion flu struck a couple weeks after my Spring Break trip and the sight made my cock hard. It was a quick fuck, but he ended up with one more load of cum in his 101 degree hole. He was exhausted and I sucked a questionable load out of his balls before watching him pass out on his bed. Each day I would stop by to check on him and, like me, the bad part only lasted a few days. Friday night's fuck had our roles reversed. He fucked me twice and while the second load was a lot smaller, he fucked twice as long. Owen's comments told me how much he loved driving his cock into a cum filled hole. Afterwards, we laid there for a while, catching our breath. I felt good knowing that I'd knocked up my first guy and I hoped that Owen was OK being that guy. "No regrets?" I asked. "No. Not yet anyway. Ask me again in five years" he replied with a short laugh. "Do you want me to take you to the clinic to get tested?" I asked at our hookup a week later. Owen said "Yeah, I probably should." My heart sank, since I hoped that he'd poz up a few guys like I was planning on doing. Then he added "Take me along when you go to find out for sure. But... please wait a few more months." A smile came back to my face quickly. "Are you planning on charging up any guys?" I asked. "I've already been talking to one. I might need your help though" he replied with a devilish laugh. "Oh? I think you should do your first on your own, but if you want, I can help" I said. "I mean I need some help getting there and back. You can breed him if he wants, but I would prefer to fuck him by myself" Owen said.

Part 4 The next Thursday night I was back at his room. "Can you fuck me on my back again? I really liked it that way" he asked. Owen must have really liked it since he was a lot more active than our previous fucks. At one point he even wrapped his legs around me, pulling my body tight against his. I found that twisting his nipples got him to really clamp down on my cock with his ass. Twenty minutes later he had another load in his gut. "God that feels so good. Uh... any drip this week?" he asked. I laughed. "No, sorry. I only fucked with one other guy since last time" I said. "Ok... Don't tell me until after we finish if you do get one" Owen said meekly. That's when I realized he might be hiding some kinks. Saturday afternoon I started to feel a little off and by night I was in bed with chills instead of at a club trying to find some dick. Sunday was worse and my roommate asked if he should find a place to crash for a few days so he didn't catch it. I thought I knew what it was and told him I thought he was safe unless he wanted to get fucked right now. He didn't find that comment nearly as funny as I did. My dick was rock hard but I doubted I had enough energy to get it into his straight ass, much less fuck him anyway. By Tuesday I was feeling human again and the rash was gone a day later. The horniness and night sweats remained. I knew I shouldn't, but I met Owen on Saturday afternoon. My dick slid in easier than any time we'd fucked. "Did someone else fuck you?" I asked. He chuckled before saying "Yeah... One of my neighbors asked the other day. He said his girlfriend wasn't putting out and he had heard me getting fucked a few times and wanted to see how it felt. I guess he liked it, since he fucked me again this morning. He said it was hot that I wanted it raw and can't get pregnant. The only thing is he will only fuck me doggy style so he doesn't know he's fucking a guy. And he's nowhere as good as you." I stuffed my cock all the way in, feeling the other guy's cum inside him. "Fuck, that's hot. I wonder if it was one the guys that was in the hall listening to us last week" I said. I love fucking a sloppy hole and to know it was straight guy jizz made it even hotter. The thought that I could be giving him my first charged load also turned me on. Well, first two charged loads. I followed his instructions too. We were laying there after the second round while I gently stroked his cock, keeping it hard and leaking precum. "Owen... you said you wanted me to tell you after we fucked if I had picked something up" I started out. "Yeah?" he asked excitedly. "I got sick after we met last week. I think I converted. You probably have two poz loads in your ass right now" I said calmly. I really didn't know how he'd take it and my stomach was churning like crazy waiting for his response. "Poz? Do you mean HIV?" he asked unemotionally. "Yeah. I'm not sure since I haven't gotten tested, but all the symptoms I had may mean I got pozzed on Spring Break. We can go to the clinic for you to start pep, if you want" I explained. "No... I'll see what happens. When are you going to find out... for sure?" he asked. "I dunno. Maybe in a month or so. Why?" I asked him. "They will put you on medications once they know. I hope we can fuck a lot before then" he said. "You want me to give it to you?" I asked as a grin grew across my face. "Mmhmm. You can even tell me while you're fucking me. That would be so hot" Owen replied. He only had morning classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so we met the next Tuesday afternoon. There wasn't a load of cum in his ass this time and after just a little spit he begged me for my dick. "Please, Jeff... Wreck my hole and... knock me up" he said. He sounded uncertain and I didn't think it was from being scared about getting pozzed, since he was really excited when I got there. It was more like he was unsure of how he said it. "You've been reading up, huh?" I asked after I settled into a firm drilling. I could tell that he was in pain from the lack of lube. After another minute, I drove all the way in and held my cock deep inside of him. Owen gasped a few times as his body slowly stopped quivering. "I listened to a couple porn videos, but I found some erotic stories that really turned me on. Did I say that right?" he asked. "Mmhmm. And you're right, your ass is wrecked right now and all ready to take more of my viral cum. Do you want that?" I asked, slowly pulling my cock back. "Oh yeah... fuck me hard and breed me full of your poz cum!" he cried out. The moment he finished talking I shoved back in. I waited a few seconds to see if he said any more but all I got was "Fuck me!" My leaking precum had made it easier to plow his hole by now and I pounded him for another ten minutes. I'd never heard him be so vocal and he worked his ass around my shaft harder too. My balls told me I was getting close. I pulled his shoulders back and wrapped my arm around his neck. His sweaty back was against my chest while my hips rolled. I reached around and grasped his steel hard cock. Each squeeze made him flex his hole around my dick. "You're going to be my first... Ready to get charged up?" I whispered into his ear. "Breed me, Jeff, breed me" he gasped as I felt his ring clamp down on my shaft. My cock throbbed like never before and I heard him moan with each one. After the last pulse, I pushed him forward until he was flat on his stomach and I was laying on his back with my cock still hard and inside him. When my cock started to soften, I pulled out and rolled over. My cock was a dark pink color and I wasn't sure if it was the skin from the hard, barely lubed fuck or if it was from Owen's blood mixed with my cum coating it. A quick look at his hole revealed that I'd torn him up pretty good. "Mmmm, that pussy is really wrecked. You should be knocked up soon" I said. "Ahhh, fuck yeah" he moaned out before asking "Can you go again? I want more!" I chuckled and told him I needed a few minutes. The second fuck was short and probably as long as he was getting from most of his other hookups. Even with the load from earlier, it was clear he was in pain. He never asked me to stop or to hurry up, he took it like the hungry bug chaser that he'd become.

6. Moons of Mars Reznor felt Tommy over-prepared for a simple overnight camping trip. He might reconsider this opinion since one of the many things Tommy brought, a pocket knife, has been in use ever since Reznor was dragged into Frank’s trailer. Tommy’s been prying a board off the back of the woodshed for twenty minutes. So far he’s managed to get off a nail at the top and one at the bottom. When he sees Reznor unconscious and dragged back out of the trailer by MAGA-hat man and wispy ponytail guy, he picks up the urgency of getting off the other bottom nail. His shaking hand makes him cut himself, which makes the pocket knife slippery, but after several failed attempts, he gets the second bottom nail wedged loose. The plank doesn’t come all the way off, but it’s enough to be able to push the plank to the side. It’s barely enough space for him to wiggle through, but because of his compact size he escapes. Back in the open air, he peers around the woodshed. Reznor’s naked strung up by his arms. He sees the big bear of a man, Frank, return. He’s in Reznor’s face threatening him with a chainsaw between his legs. He can’t hear what Frank’s saying because of all the noise from the chainsaw, but abruptly Frank’s screams at Reznor for him to answer him if he remembers his question. The chainsaw idles softly as Frank waits for an answer. “Yes, I remember … the question,” Reznor manages to get out. Each word muttered is painful, but Tommy recognizes a familiar, sarcastic glint in Reznor’s eye. “I’ll take ‘What is drawn and quartered’ … for a thousand, Alex.” Frank threatens Reznor with another rev of the chainsaw. “Mm-kay, Mm-kay.” Reznor spits a wad of bloody saliva on the ground. His head bobs forward and back, while Frank revs the chainsaw to encourage Reznor to continue. Reznor is one horrible, bloody mess. It’s not helping Reznor for Tommy to watch this scene from the shadows, so he scampers off to search for anything that might free his friend. Reznor raises his head looking into Frank’s dark eyes. “Drawn and quartered. A man gets each limb tied to four horses.” Reznor’s legs give out. He hangs only by his arms. “And the horses pull off his limbs in four directions.” Bloody drool strings from his mouth. “Right you are,” says Frank. “But since we don’t have no horses, I’m left with this quandary. What to do? And then it hits me. I’ll saw off each one of your limbs, tourniquet you, cauterize you, till you’re just one stumpy torso. Then I’m going to keep your torso permanently on my bed and fuck you till you—“ “Frank, that’s enough!” Dougie, pulling on his goatee, protests. “For fuck sake, you already scared the piss out of the kid.” One of the camo guys steps forward, goes, “Yeah, Frank. Fun’s fun, but you take it too far, man.” Frank’s eyebrows raise defensively. “You agree, Cosmo?” The other camo guy says, “Yeah, I agree with Vic, Frank. Look at him hangin’ there. You think he’s gonna talk?” “What about you, Lewis?” Grey ponytail guy steps forward. “I think he’ll turn on you, Frank. He’s got every reason to turn you in.” House jumps out of the bushes, fists ponytail guy’s head, sending him to the dirt. Reynold’s is right beside House filming Frank, the camo guys, Dougie, and Lewis on the ground. “Back off!” House shouts at Frank. He doesn’t have Frank’s girth (or chainsaw), but he out-matches the big bear in height and brawn. Now that he’s close enough to see what he’s done to Reznor, he’s fucking pissed as hell, too. “Now! Back. The fuck. Off!” Steve Reynolds holds up his phone. “You’ll all be wanted by morning. Just have to hit send. Best thing would be to let him go.” Frank revs the chainsaw again. “Or what, pretty boy?” He revs the blades, grounds his stance preparing to send the spinning teeth up through Reznor’s caged balls. “You gonna shoot me with your iPhone?” Reznor looks up a final time at his assailant. He prays his end is quick. He looks into Frank’s eyes. His last sight on Earth. “Nope.” Tommy aims a rifle. “Gonna shoot you with a gun.” Abruptly Frank’s face, in a split second, becomes a plume of blood and brains exploding out of his head. The head bursts like a watermelon covering Reznor’s face and body with the man’s detritus. The remnant body that once was Frank, no longer includes a head. Bits of skull, teeth, tongue, eyes—slap Reznor’s face; steaming gore drips to the ground. Reznor watches as it takes a surreal couple of seconds for Frank’s body to realize it has no brains before it tumbles in a heap to the ground. The chainsaw sputters in the dirt, then grinds to a halt. Everyone looks to the top step of Frank’s trailer where the shot rang out. Tommy eyes the remaining men around the camp not lowering the rifle but swinging the muzzle back and forth. The far trailer door bursts open and Micky-G steps out holding frantically barking pit bulls. “What the hell is all this hullabaloo?” Micky-G yanks back his dogs. Headlights flood the scene as a beat-up red pickup rolls up to the trailers. Waldo leaps out of the back and trots over, jumping playfully on top of the two pit bulls and excitedly sniffs their rear ends. Kyle and Jacob get out of the cab trying to make sense of what’s occurred. In the headlights, House and Reynolds are cutting Reznor down. “Fuckin’ hell!” Kyle says running over to Reznor. He takes off his jacket and wraps it over Reznor’s shoulders. Shamus steps out of the shadows adjusting his cap then gives Lewis a hand up. Lewis feebly tries to tell Reynolds that he didn’t he meant it about not letting his friend go. “Nah,” Lewis wheedles, “I was trying to buy some time for Frank to come to his senses.” “The fuck you were, asshole,” Reynolds fires back. “Yours is the only photo I didn’t delete. If I were you, I’d crawl back to whatever backwoods hole you came out of.” House takes the kerchief off his neck and wipes Reznor’s bloody face. “Cops I’m sure will know who you are.” “And where you live,” says Tommy, coming off trailer steps, slinging the gun strap over his shoulder. “Maybe you’ll get a day’s head start,” says Reynolds. Tommy adds, “If you’re lucky.” “But I wouldn’t count on it.” House comes up to the guy and shoves him into the shadows, with Shamus trailing after him out of camp. “Cosmo, Vic, Dougie,” Jacob says, crossing over to them. “You let him rape a kid? What’s your wife and kids gonna think about you?” “No!” The three men are panicked, trying to explain themselves all at once. Excuses fly: things got out of hand; it was just supposed to be to scare the kid; how were they to know Franks was tweaked; they saved the kid from being beaten to death, didn’t they? Jacob’s not buying any of it, and they argue all talking over each another, pleading with Jacob that they’ll take care of the body; that they never saw any of these boys in camp. Cosmo suggests, “Maybe Frank had a hunting accident.” “No one’s seen him for a while,” proposes Vic. “A bear might have got him,” Dougie adds. Vic advises Jacob to get the boys out of here. Everyone nods in agreement. “We’ll right this mess,” Vic says. “Kyle!” shouts Micky-G. “Get your damn dog off Trixie. She’s in heat.” Waldo’s humping the brown and white pit bull having the time of his life. “You’re responsible if there’s a litter, I’m telling you that right now, dammit.” *** Reznor sits silently between me and Jacob on the drive to my house. House, Tommy and Reynolds—and a very happy Waldo—ride in the bed of the truck. Jacob says tomorrow he’ll take the boys back to their Prius, but tonight everyone’s spending the night at my house. “That okay with you, buddy?” he says to Reznor. “Huh?” Reznor says, glassy-eyed, his head swaying with the bouncing of the truck over the rough road. We troop into the house, where mom, upset at first seeing one of the boy’s badly beaten, but then snaps into professional nurse mode, attends to Reznor—Band-Aids, iodine, Neosporin. Reznor’s injuries are extensive but are superficial, she says, nothing broken, some bruises but nothing worse. She sends him to the shower, where he steeps for a long time. Privately she tells me he’s pretty traumatized and wants to know why. I give her the PG-version leaving out some of the more gory secondhand details Tommy and Reynolds provided. Frank’s dead, I tell her. That little guy Tommy shot him. Good for him, she says. Frank always was an evil piece of shit. Mom! I say. Language. After his shower I see mom’s right about Reznor being traumatized; he barely speaks, which is totally un-Reznor. While she finishes patching up his face in the bathroom, me, Jacob and the other guys want to know how Tommy pulled off the shot. Tommy says he took the Ruger rifle out of Frank’s bedroom, one he was familiar with from hunting with his dad. He felt bad about how it splattered Reznor in the face, but he couldn’t see any way around it. He didn’t say anything about killing a man, and we didn’t ask. We all-too-quickly moved on to praising his smarts, bravery and marksmanship. We put the subject to bed when mom and Reznor come back in. Ultimately, mom is a mom, and isn’t satisfied until everyone’s had grilled cheese sandwiches and is sitting with hot cocoa in front of the wood stove. After midnight the guys get sleepy and crash in the living room. House has his sleeping bag laid out on the couch, Reynolds is scrunched up on the love seat, and Tommy’s happy curled up with Waldo on the shag carpet. In the darkness of my bedroom, I’m looking at the luminescent stars I’ve had forever on my ceiling. Reznor’s in the other twin bed in my room. He hasn’t spoken since Frank was shot, when House and Reynolds cut him down. Just let him be, is my mom’s advice, before she and Jacob went off to his trailer. I think he’s fallen asleep, and I’m just about to myself when I hear a very hoarse voice say, “I can’t believe you have glow-in-the-dark decals on you ceiling. What are you, Dupree? Nine?” I try not to get all defensive; this is Reznor after all, and I gotta be nice to him. “They’re educational. And they’re highly accurate,” I tell him. “Look. There’s Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, and the bright one in the little dipper’s tail is Polaris, the North Star.” He thinks about this for a second, takes in the vast array of stars on my ceiling. “Yawl are a fuckin’ freak.” At least a little of the ornery Raznor’s back. I lie shirtless with my arms behind my head. Unlike the dorm, my old trailer is warm. I can smell my pits and they’re pretty rank. We’re in the dark but Reznor’s outlined by the moon streaming in through the window. His blond hair appears blue in this light. After a long time laying on his back looking at my stars, he says, “I’ll bet you still have your teddy bear,” he says. I see his eyes are wide open staring up. “That’s what Waldo’s for.” Another span of time passes. An idea occurs to me. “I bet,” I say, breaking the silence, “that you never had a teddy bear. That’s what’s wrong with you, Reznor. Lack of stuffed animal bonding at an early age.” His response surprises me. “Yawl right ‘bout that. No teddy bear.” He grunts trying to put his arms above his head. He eventually manages to lace his fingers, and is mirroring me in his bed. “But I did have me a black Scotty dog. Use to drag it with me everywhere.” “Did it have a name?” “Yeah. Scotty.” We both chuckle. Reznor exhales, and then turns on his side. Groans. He lets an arm hang off his bed, trailing a finger over my linoleum floor. “It had red buttons for eyes. I pulled one of the button eyes off by accident one time. I would not be consoled until my sweet old nanny sewed it back on. I was worried I had permanently damaged Scotty’s eyesight but nanny assured me he could see just fine. My father took him away shortly after that. Said I was too old for it. I was seven. Second grade.” Of all people, I’m surprised I like sharing the room with Reznor tonight. Drake hasn’t talked to me much since that first night in back of the library. But this guy, who I think of mostly as a dick, there’s something I like about his Scotty dog story. Maybe it’s knowing what he went through tonight; or maybe—and I’m just spit-balling here—there’s an attraction we both don’t want to admit to, and it’s easier to just punch each other in the face then act on it. I don’t know, I’m not a psych major. “When I was seven,” I tell him, “my dad put up these decals on the ceiling. One of the last things he did. He loved looking at the stars. That’s his telescope in the corner. Story time with him was always about planets and constellation. All the stories that came from the sky.” Reznor props himself up on an elbow and looks at the telescope by the window. “What happened to him?” “Cancer.” I look at his work above me. “During hospice, whenever he had the energy, he’d get on a ladder and add on to it. Made the sky exactly as I’d see it every September first, he told me, my birthday.” “Stars don’t stay in one place,” Raznor says. “Sure they do. Once a year. It’s like Earth’s this merry-go-round, and if you choose a spot, choose one day, every year when you get back to it, all the stars will line up exactly as they were the year before. So those stars up there, they’re the same stars that appear every first day of September. Forever and always. Even long after we’re not here to look at them.” Reznor lays back down and looks up at the glowing dots. “Crazy.” “Word.” I point straight above us at a constellation. “Pegasus dominates the summer sky.” “I don’t see it.” “Sure. It’s upside down.” I throw off my blankets and flip my head to the end of the bed, so I see it right side up. “There, that bright star there is his nose. That square, those four stars, are his flank—where the wings come from. And those stars are his forward legs flying into the air.” Reznor flips off his bedding and struggles to get his head at the end of the bed, too. Once he settles, he contemplates it for a while. “Okay. I guess I see it. Where’s it back legs?” “No back legs.” “See, that’s what I hate about this shit. People just make up whatever they want to see. No logic in it.” “Yep. No logic to it.” I put my arms again behind my head. “People always make up what they want to see, what they want to believe.” “Did your dad put in planets too?” he wants to know. “I think I see Saturn. And that red one?” “Yep. That red dot right in the corner, that’s Mars—god of war.” I point above his bed where the ceiling hits the wall. “If you stare long enough, you can see two moons. Phobos and Deimos. Means fear and dread in Greek. They were Mars’ sons, fear and dread. Took ‘em to every battle, which makes sense for the god of war, right?.” “Dupree, yawl have too much stuff in your head.” I look over at him. “I would not disagree with you.” It’s nice having him in my room. “You a virgin.” He snorts. He’s propped up again on an elbow facing me. “Virgo, the virgin if you’re born September first.” I flip on my elbow to look back. In just his boxers the contours of his body are amazing. Such deep shadows define his pecs and his abs. I’m trying not to get too caught up in what a defined body he has, trying to ignore a little stirring down below. It’s funny cuz we’re in the pool in speedos all the time, and I’ve been able to tuck that little tidbit onto a back-burner brain cell—so I’m not sure why it’s now being put on the front-burner. Adjusting myself nonchalantly, I flip on my back and ask him when's his birthday? He says February third. “Aquarius. The water bearer,” I say, pointing to the constellation over my bed. “There you are, right above Pegasus.” “Stupid sign. Water bearer. What’s that even mean? What am I, a waiter? Would yawl like sparkling or tap this evening.” He cracks me up. I hear snoring coming through my bedroom door from the living room, so I keep my voice low. “No, he’s a great sign. He’s the famous Ganymede, Jupiter’s largest moon, the largest moon actually in the entire solar system—there, see it next to Jupiter? And also Zeus’ young lover.” “Shut up.” “No, seriously. He was the most beautiful mortal Zeus had ever laid eyes on. Born royalty, the son of the king of Troy, Zeus falls in love with him and snatches him to Olympus for himself. Poured his wine, a most honored position on Mount Olympus. Pissed his wife off, but she got plenty on the side, so both of them were happy gods.” “You’re saying Zeus was gay?” “Well, bi, but he’s just a made up story. But it gave legitimacy to men loving men back in the day. These stories have been around as long as the Bible, Christianity, Buddhism, Islam—you name it. It’s all stories we tell ourselves to explain ourselves to ourselves.” “Except the Bible is true.” “If you say so.” I know not to get into it with Reznor about religion. We had this fight in the dining hall many times. “Anyway, worse thing than being the most beautiful boy that the king of the gods takes a shining to and immortalizes in the night sky.” I didn't see when it started, but Reznor’s silently shaking on the bed. He’s crying and trying not to cry at the same time, which makes his sob worse. He sits up with his face in his hands ashamed. “Hey, what is it?” I ask, sitting up myself. He looks at me in with an angry and anguished face. “Or a fat hillbilly snatches you off and fucks you silly in his trailer.” He looks at me defiantly and adds, “And maybe you like it.” I’m across from him, our knees are almost touching. I put a hand on his leg. “Knocked it off,” he says in a raspy voice, flicking my hand away. I can see his face is streaming tears now, no sobs, just tears trailing over his cheeks. I switch beds and sit next to him. “Leave me alone.” I put my arm around him regardless of his protests. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “Why are you sorry? Yawl didn’t fuck me or hit me or try to cut me in half with a chainsaw. Yawl weren’t the one that saw his face explode or told all these fucked up things he was going to do. It’s shit I can’t un-hear or un-see, Dupree.” “Tell me what you saw.” “What my life was going to turn into. Maybe it was the drugs they gave me, but as he was telling it to me I saw it like it was real, was already my life. Like, he was going to keep me fucked up on meth, and fuck me all the time, and give me a cunt. And you know the most fucked up part?” I shrug, rubbing his back, encouraging him to let it out. “Part of me wanted it—wanted to run away from my life and be his meth whore. Isn’t that fucked up?” “Nah, it isn’t.” “This big hairy man was going to keep me as his personal slave—be his, what’d you call him—his Ganymede. I’d be his sex toy. And I couldn’t do anything about it. He was going to fist me every day until I had a gaping pussy. He was going to beat me raw if I didn’t obey his every word. And it’s so fucked up but part of me liked it. Wanted it. To have a real life physically-abusive daddy, not the psychologically-abusive one I got right now. I’ve been to enough shrinks to know how fucked up I am, Dupree. Even now, my dick wants to get hard when I talk about it.” He takes my hand and makes me feel his metal cage. He’s leaking in his boxers. And for fuck sake, I can’t help it, but a bulge is rising in my gym shorts once he put my hand on his crotch. Reznor notices, too. His head snaps up, seeing my shorts rise. “What the fuck, man?” he says alarmed. “Where’s yawl’s cage.” He grabs my growing erection. I hold up a finger to my lips to bring his voice down. “I only wear it at school when I have to. It’s a crumby little lock. Easy enough to pick.” “Get mine off,” he says. I hesitate. “Please, or I’ll tell everyone and then you’ll be off the team.” “You’re blackmailing me?” “If I have to.” “Reznor, given what you’ve been through, you’re still a dick.” I frown. Quietly I slip into the bathroom and grab a bobby pin. When I get back he’s slipped off his boxers, and looking at his hard body, outlined by a full moon in my window, it only gets my dick tenting even more in my shorts. “Hurry,” he says, desperately clutching himself, like he urgently has to take a piss. “You’ve had this on for months. Chill,” I say. “Dupree,” he says, like the cage is burning him, “get it off.” I kneel between his legs. It takes ten second for me to fiddle with the lock before its open. Another two second for Reznor to pull off the top casing and the ring around his balls. And there it is. His beautify penis. I have to say, Reznor’s got one of the most phenomenal members I have ever seen. Once the chastity device is off, it’s immediately hard, like one of those self-inflating rafts. It’s thick, cut, with a perfectly formed large, mushroom head. There’s little in the way of veins except a thick ridge on top right down the middle. Since I’m kneeling in front of him like I’m worshiping it, there’s nothing to do but actually worship it. My mouth does down all the way in one go to the root. “Ah, shit,” he pants. I look up at him with my tongue hanging out—he’s gritting his teeth with a look of relief I’ve never seen him express—and go back down on his shaft. He’s shuddering with pleasure. I never thought this would happen, but there you go—life always throws the unexpected at you. Which is why I’m not too surprised when he pulls me up on his bed, and spreads his legs. Two choices present itself: fuck him or rim him. I spread his bruised cheeks and lick his asshole. His breath catches in his throat, and he looks at me astonished. I dig my tongue in his hole and he tries to suppress a moan as best he can. I pull his ass lips apart and penetrate deeper. He pushes up my head to look at me. “That’s where I shit, man,” he says, in excited disbelief. “Yeah, and I was just sucking where your piss comes out.” I tell him. “Body parts can multitask, or didn’t you know that?” He answers by pushing my head back between his legs. Aside from his tight body, he’s got a glorious, sweet puckered hole. It’s so tight but winking madly. I swear his lips are kissing mine, both of us intensely responding to each other. I swirl my tongue around and into his hole, and he’s rotating his hips because of it. I give his hole a variety of rimming techniques. I flatten my tongue and give him a long, wet lap—which I can tell his hole loves by flaring out—then drill inside him with a pointed tip and flicker it till he gasps some more. “Push out,” I encourage him. He does and his hole opens like a tiny, budding flower. I take advantage and pull those petals apart, and dive inside him much deeper where the pink petals turn to a deep red well. I’ve had many teachers, most of the older men from the lake, who have over the years shared their rimming knowledge with me, and I love sharing that now with Reznor. “It doesn’t have to hurt,” I tell him looking over his luscious balls. I lick them, too. Pop one testicle in my mouth, then the other. He gives me a rare Reznor smile, albeit one that’s extremely filthy. He pushes my head back down wanting me to eat his hole more. The boy knows what he wants. He’s relaxed and it’s easy to ply his ass lips farther apart with two fingers. My tongue run three-sixty clockwise around the inside of his hole, then in reverse. I drool and push the saliva inside him, twirl my middle finger in deep until I feel his prostate. I rub it till his excited as hell, in full heat. I love playing with his body; everything's new to him. He’s drawing in breaths excitedly and I know he’s primed for cock, specifically, my cock. I reach into the nightstand between the beds and pull out my lube. I slip out of my gym shorts springing my woody, grease my pole and tenderly slick up his hole. Slowly I plunge headlong into the warmest, softest hole you can imagine. He is so wet, wanting to be fucked. There’s nothing forced. His ass lips flare as my cock penetrates him, pushing back my foreskin feeling my cockhead burrow into his hole. His libido matches mine—I want to fuck him and he so wants to be fucked. His eyes are closed and I don’t mind just looking at his features as I slide inch by inch inside him. His full lips peel apart in astonishment, revealing his bright teeth reflected in the cool moonlight. The scruff of his chin for the first time I find attractive, feel it with my fingers, gather it in my mouth, as I’m stroke my cock with his velvety sphincter. Within his body he’s clutching me tightly, but his hips rock so that I know he wants more of me. I reply with three-quarters of my cock enjoying the last few inches of opening him up. His eyes flash, encouraging me to go on all the way. As I grind my hips, swirling my cock to stir his colon, he reaches up, grabs my hand. He flings my hand across his face, smacks himself with my palm. Hard. It startles me, this thunderclap across his face. Reznor looks at me to see my reaction. I guess I’m more puzzled than anything. I want to pleasure myself in his ass not cause him harm. But as I’m fucking him down to my balls, he takes my hands and places them around his neck. “Please,” is all he says. I’m not sure what to do. I put my hands on either side of his face, but he grabs my wrists and puts my hands back on his neck. As I fuck him, I gently squeeze his neck, my thumbs at his windpipe. “Harder,” he rasps. I keep fucking his hole and, I knows it’s perverse, but my hands at his throat gets me leaking inside him. His hole is extra wet now, more slippery than before. This increased lubrication intensifies the pleasure I feel in my cockhead. My shaft is slick. I fuck him harder. I tighten my grip. Reznor’s face begins to turn red. “Hurt me, Kyle,” he gasps. He’s starts stroking his erect cock. The harder I squeeze my hands around him the faster he strokes. He nods his head as he looks pleadingly in my eyes. I choke him in earnest, seeing his face turn purple, his eyes bulging. And as fucked up as that is, I can’t stop myself from fucking him harder, and feel him shooting hot ropes of cum onto my chest, which makes me cum, hard, inside him. I hold his neck in my hands, shaking, until his eyes go blank. I release my stranglehold and he heaves hoarsely for breath. His hands reach up and grab my shoulders as he stares up at the ceiling. He’s not with me. There’s a shell of a person my cock is inside of, but Raznor’s somewhere else. It takes a moment for his breathing to coming back to normal, his eye to glow alive again. He keeps hold of my shoulders, squints his eyes with intense concentration. He whispers, “I see it.” I look at his face, then over my shoulder to see what he’s looking at. My cock oozes out of him, and I feel a small flood of my sperm dribble out. His eyes are fixed in the corner of the room. “Fear and dread,” he says, dazed, staring at Mars. “Fear and dread,” I echo.

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