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I opened my eyes, it was 8:30am. I felt my ass wet then a tongue. It was Rick licking my ass. I was sleeping on my side and moved one of my knees further up to give him more access and let out a moan. "Your pussy tastes good in the morning" he said. He went back to eating me out and fingering me. I felt his fingernail scrape me again. He leaned over and kissed me our tongues danced. Then I felt his cock push into my ass. I moaned into his mouth. He was half way in. It still hurt a bit as he pushed into me. In this position he was stretching my ass in a different angle. After he was all the way in me, he started to pound me. I lay there on my side panting and moaning. Feeling him deep in me and pushing and invading my depths. My cock was now hard and leaking. He kept up his pace. This was not intimate and not animal. It was with purpose, to dump another load of his poz hot cum in my cunt. I lay there in bliss taking his cock, relishing as he raked over my prostate and grunted as I felt the scrapes burn as with each thrust of his fat cock reopens the scrape. I grunt thru the pain knowing this will help his DNA latch onto mine and impregnate me. This realization makes my ass throb and squeeze and my cock leak. "Hmm what you thinking about boy. I see you looking into space but feel your cunt squeeze my cock" he said "I am feeling your cock deep in my cunt. I feel it rip the scrapes you have made in me. I know it will help with you marking me with your DNA and impregnating me. It makes me feel sexy and I get aroused even though it hurts when I feel your cock rip in me" I said calmly holding his arm as he thrust in me. "Yes it will. I want to knock you up so bad baby. I am so happy you are accepting and wanting your place as my bottom and to enjoy all the pleasure that will come with it" he said as he started to pick up pace fucking me hard. I moaned and panted as he picked it up. In a few strokes he raked and rammed my prostate making moan even louder. We kissed and then he started to kiss and nibble at my neck, making me moan even louder. His hand found my nipples and pinched them. I was panting and moaning uncontrollably, and started again to feel that wave deep in my ass and groin and started to cum. "Im cumming Daddy" I yelled And he picked up his pace even more pumping into me and started to moan and unleash more of his potent ball cream into me. I felt one or two spurts into me mixing with my ass juice. "Ahhhhhh fuck your cunt is squeezing me boy" he moaned. I could feel my ass wrapping around his cock. He kept pumping into me. I felt all his cum from the night push deeper into me. He finally slowed down sweat dripping on me and pulled out his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood and ass juice. I went down and on him and licked and sucked his meat. We both lay back and also ate my cum that was on the sheets. "Thank you Daddy" I said "You are welcome baby" he said. "Lets get some breakfast" he said.

Rick POV Laying in bed I was thinking I couldn't imagine how lucky I had gotten with Dan. When I first met him that young man who never had a real experience with another man and now I was breeding him. He wasn't like the other boys I met via online apps or even the ones at the bars. He was innocent and untouched. He was also straight and a top which made it more of a quest. He knew what a bottom needed and made them moan and he was enjoying the other end of it. I was also so happy he held out. I was nervous he wouldn't make it and get fucked my another POZ and have HIV already. I would have fucked him but it wouldn't be the same. His pussy is so hot. I've had young taking before but his has a mind of its own. Its shape, how it remains so tight and its involuntary spasm and milking is unlike any piece of ass I have had in memory. I also do care for him. He is so sweet and fun to be around. Youthful but not immature, fit but not bulky, and very flexible. I have so many plans for him. He has no idea what lies ahead for him.

He kept in me and on me. We kissed, our tongue dancing together as my legs kept him in me. I was so happy and so was he. He was still hard in me. "Hmmm boy your pussy is still milking me. You want it all don't you" he said He was right I could feel my ass squeezing his cock. "Yes Daddy I do. I want all your dna in me. All that hot cream of yours. I want you so much" I said He was still grinding deep in me and then he started to pump me. I could feel his cock juice squishing around in me. I just moaned and started to breath heavy. It was beautiful. Him in my arms he in me and still hard fucking me again. I was in heaven. He started to pick up his pace then lifted my legs back and then started to pound into me. He was fucking me so hard I felt like the wind was getting knocked out of my lungs especially as I was moaning and panting. "Ughhh Daddy yeah fuck me hard. I need you" I moaned "You are Daddy's bitch aren't you. Daddy's little whore" he said as he pounded into me I moaned, "Yes Daddy" "Yes Daddy what" he barked "Yes Daddy I am your little whore, your bitch, your cunt" I said while panting "Yeah. Fuck baby you has an amazing pussy. I am going to breed it and own it" he said fucking me know like a machine It felt good but it also hurt. He was ramming deep into my pass my second ring and when he pulled out and back in again it was moving around my insides. He fucked me like that for another 5 minutes. I was amazed how a man of his age had so much stamina. The he pulled out and flipped me over like a doll and placed me on my stomach flat. He grabbed my ass and kind of sat on it and rammed his huge cock in me. I yelled in pain. It was like his cock ripped into me for the first time. "Shut up bitch you know you want it. Fuck your cunt is so tight. Damn it feels so good" he said pumping me I couldn't get up on all fours as he was sitting on my thighs with his hands gripping my waist. The angle his cock was entering me was intense. It felt like it was ripping my inside like it couldn't expand or flex to meet his girth and length. It hurt but it was also pleasurable as he was wrecking my prostate with each stroke and then ripping past into my stomach. I moaned and panted in pleasure and yelled when it hurt. He didn't care, he was on a mission to make me have his baby. That thought gave me focus and turned on a switch in my brain. It was like in swimming training when you are in pain you just push through it. My yells of pain turned into grunts and my moans got more muffled. I was focused to offer him my body and let him take it however he wanted. He kept going pounding me like an oil derrick looking for oil. My ass lifted a little off the bed where it could to meet his the thrust of his hard stick. He noticed a change in my demeanor and started to be fuck me harder. I took it, grunting and moaning. He didn't say anything. The room was just the sound of him ramming into me and my ass clapping back and his hard breathing and my grunting and moaning. It was like we were both on a mission. Him to breed me and me to take it. Nothing more nothing less. He kept it up for another five minutes shifting on occasion and hitting different spots in me some hurting more some making me moan louder. There was no talking. I could feel that deep wave in me start to happen. I began to moan loudly I could feel my ass spasm around his obelisk in me. I started to orgasm. I felt my cock eject hot cum on the sheets below. Then he started to pant more and I felt his cock expand and spasm. He moaned out loud. "Fuck I'm going to own you" he said spasming in my ass. My ass pushed back on him trying to get all of his cock in me. We kept this up for at a slower pace for another minute as he emptied all his charged seed deep in my cunt. "Fuck baby your pussy is still milking me" he said grinding in me. He finally pulled out. I turned and cleaned him off. There was blood on his cock mixed in with cum and my ass juice. He held my head. After I was finished cleaning him we kissed deeply sharing the taste of our fluids mixed together. He went down on me and sucked on my cock sucking out any cum left in me then swallowed. "Yummy. Your last negative load" he said smiling. He scooped off my cum off the sheets and put his fingers in my mouth. I devoured and sucked on his fingers cleaning them and making love to them. "You do that so well" he said "I remember the first time you placed your fingers in my mouth. It felt so sensual" I said "I was better than I thought it would be" he said "How so?" I asked "It was my first step to see if you would taste your own precum and second if you liked something in your mouth" he said smiling And then it clicked in my head. "Was that part of your plan" I asked "Yes. I wanted to introduce you to male intimacy slowly. I didn't know if you would taste your own precum and was surprised you did so soon after our meeting. But the way you licked and sucked my fingers. I was so tender and I could feel your enjoyment, I knew you would be mine one day" he said "I am so glad you did Daddy. I feel so content right now with you" I said holding his hand and licking his finger, teasing it. "Me too baby. I have so many plans for you" he said "Like what?" I asked "That is for later. We need to get your pregnant first" he said smiling. "Daddy" I said "Yes Dan" he replied "Thank you for taking me. And I have to admit I am so happy to be in your bed with you now. I was so jealous of those other boys who you fucked on your bed and you would only do it with me on the couch. I feel special with you now." I said "I know. I am glad you changed your mind. I wanted to fuck you on my bed and have you sleep here with me. This is the beginning of many more nights like this" he said I teared and kiss him softly on the lips. "I want to be in your bed forever" I said "You will be boy" he replied cuddling with me. He lay back down and I lay cuddling up to him with my face near his pit. The smell was intoxicating. We were both exhausted and fell fast asleep.

Kody was the cutest little twink you can picture. Wavy blonde hair with green eyes. He stood 5’ 9” with a total swimmer’s build. This white boy was a healthy shade of tan thanks to him being on the swim team. The tan was evenly throughout his entire body. He had only a slight tan line from his swim team speedo. He has a nice private backyard at home to sunbath in the nude to even his tan out when he was alone at home. Enter Mr. Spike. He was the school swim coach. He had 2 long years with Kody on his team and he thirsted over him every moment. He would not even let himself think on acting on his urges until he finally heard that the boy was turning 18 already. Kody was fully aware of Mr. Spike’s attraction and he was interested in the coach also. Mr. Spike was also a white man of swimmer’s build. He was former military so he still wore a crewcut, tight and neat. Black hair and dark brown eyes. He was a tall 6’ 0”. Kody had thirsted over Mr. Spike since he first laid eyes on him. The last day of school, Kody turned 18, he ran into the coach and was asked if he was doing anything special for his birthday. He responded that he had this family get together but that it was something rushed together because his mom and dad were going out of town the next morning for 2 weeks. This was the opening that Mr. Spike was waiting for. MS: Well if you don’t have any other plans on Friday night, I was looking for someone to come over to my place and help me make some choices. Some choices for the team. For next years’ team that is. I would really like your input if you have the time? Kody blushed and gave a little smirk. K: oh I’d love to go over and help you out. Any way I can. MS: Great then. I’ll write down my phone number and you can text me when you’re ready to come over. I’ll send over the address to my place. Kody took the number down in his phone and was off to home for his birthday festivities. The morning after, Kody said farewell to his parents as they drove off to the airport. They would be gone for 2 whole weeks. But all that Kody could think about was what he was going to wear over to Mr. Spike’s house later that day. Afternoon came and Kody texted his former teacher. The following message was a street address. Kody was nervous but committed to getting some teacher dick to suck on now that he was of age. He got dressed in his favorite underwear, a tee shirt and jeans that showed off his round ass. He took an uber to the address from the message. The uber was a short drive. Mr. Spike was only a few neighborhoods over from Kody’s own home. He got out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door. Nerves hit him and he paused before hitting the doorbell. Kody went over his game plan in his head. He didn’t have much of a game plan. He was just going to throw himself at Mr. Spike and wanted to at least such his dick before he left. He had sucked dick before but this would be his first time with a real man dick. He filled him mind with resolve, took a large breath of air, and touched the doorbell. Mr. Spike answered the door and opened the threshold to his invited guest. Kody glanced his host up and down before walking in. Mr. Spike was extremely casual as well, wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. As Kody walked around Mr. Spike, he noticed that perfect bubble butt perfectly caressed by the jeans the twink was wearing. Mr. Spike ushered the teen to the living room where they found the couch. Kody sat down and was handed the remote for the television. MS: Go ahead and put whatever you want on the tv. I’m gonna go get myself something to drink. Did you want something to drink? K: I’ll have whatever you are having. Mr Spike smiled back at the teen and disappeared into the kitchen. This left the teen alone in the living room where he looked around and tried to take in the whole situation. He eventually found the coffee table right in front of him. There was a second tier that was holding a glass object. Kody’s curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the glass object. He had just placed it on top of the coffee table when Mr. Spike reappeared with two glasses of coke and some G. Mr. Spike walked over and handed the teen his drink. He could tell the teen was trying to formulate the right question of ask, so he cut him off by simply handing the teen his drink. MS: Here you go. It’s a coke with a kick. Mr. Spike held out his glass inviting Kody to tap the drink before they both gulped down their drinks. Kody was unprepared for the slight bitter taste of his drink. He though it must be alcohol. Mr. Spike did say that it had a kick. Besides, he was going to need all the liquid courage he could muster today. After they drained their cups, Kody’s eyes returned to the glass object on the coffee table. Kody opened his mouth to start asking but Mr. Spike cut him off. MS: oh that’s not important. Its just a little fun I have once and a while. Not for kids you know. Let me just put that back down there. He reached for the pipe and lowered it back to it’s original spot. MS: You have the remote remember. Go ahead and put something on. We can just hang before we get to business. Kody’s curiosity kept intruding and he finally gathered his courage and asked Mr Spike what the glass object was. MS: oh that’s just a man’s pipe. It’s filled with some really good stuff but only for men. Sorry boy. Not for you. Kody did know what was coming over him. he had never had any inclination to try any drugs before but there in front of Mr. Spike, he felt the need to prove himself. Kody pulled out the lighter that was stationed next to the pipe. K: How much of a man do you want me to be Mr. Spike? Why don’t you show me? He handed the pipe and lighter over to the host. Mr. Spike was taken back a bit by how forward the boy was being and he loved it. Mr. Spike lit the pipe and took a big hit, letting out a big white cloud. Without talking, he hands the pipe over to Kody. Ever in the rush to prove himself to the man, Kody took his own big hit. He held it in as long as he could before releasing his own white cloud. Mr. Spike was quite impressed. He waved the teen on to keep taking hit after hit. He left the teen finish off the bowl by himself. This left the teen feeling plenty high. MS: Feeling good? Yeah, I know you are. We’ll lets get down to business. I invited you over to help me pick out the uniform for next years swim team. I need you to help model them for me so I can make a good decision. Mr. Spike handed the teen a small bag of clothing and pointed the way to the bathroom. Kody was flying high and did as he was directed. Kody disappeared into the bathroom. MS: Go ahead and try on the black and green pair first. Mr. Spike had just finished reloading the pipe when Kody popped out wearing a pair of black compression shorts with a green lightning bolt through the crotch area. The Coach handed the filled pipe to Kody and started feeling him up. Kody just lit the pipe when Mr Spike’s hands found the teens backside. He left out a soft moan. MS: How do they make you feel? K: they feel great but I don’t think I like the colors. MS: I agree. Lets try a different pair then. Kody retreated to the bathroom and emerged. This time he was wearing a pair of royal blue speedos. The coach handed the pipe to the teen. After his hit, Kody described how these new pair felt. He liked them but found the fabric confining. The teen again retreated but he hesitated to come out and show off the new pair of speedo. He asked Mr. Spike to close his eyes and only after he agreed did he come out. Kody stood there in front of his close-eyed coach in a pair of almost completely see through white speedos. It was a combination of the worn out frabric and the fact that the teen clearly wet the white material making it even more see though than normal. The coach couldn’t help himself anymore, he opened his eyes and marveled at the sight before him. All the man could do was stare and drool. Kody reached forward and picked up the pipe. MS: I think we found a winner. K: Close your eyes again. Please. Sit down please. The coach was happy to oblige with the require. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. The teen waved his hands in front of the coach’s eyes and got no response. He then dropped the white speedo to the floor. Kody took a step forward and left himself fall into the coach’s arms. Mr Spike felt the wet touch of the teen’s body against his own skin. He let his hands surround the teen and settle down on the teen’s perfectly round ass. He opened his eyes and thought he had died and gone to heaven. He traced the almost unfindable tan lines on the teen’s body. The coach stood up and let his monster dick point it’s way out of the sweatpants he is wearing. He pushes the pipe to the teen and tells him to take a big hit and put his mouth of the coach’s dick. The teen listens as he is told and is blowing clouds on the big 9 inch dick in no time at all. Kody couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. he had planned on sucking the coach off but never really thought in a million years it would actually come true. His own 7 inch dick had long since been set free from the speedo material. Kody was getting all he had dreamt of today and was resolved to heading home soon after he got his coach’s load in his mouth. Mr. Spike had other plans. He picked up the twink and threw him over his shoulder. He took him back to his bedroom. Before Kody would protest, Mr. Spike already had his tongue in the boy’s hole. this was the first time the teen had ever even thought of let alone experienced a rim job. In no time at all, the teen’s hole was a wet slobbery mess. The coach picked him up and pushed him up further on the bed so he could get behind the poor unsuspecting twink. He never even saw it coming. During the rimming, the coach reached underneath his bed for some Vaseline. He lathered up his throbbing dick and placed his thick head at the teen’s hole. By the time Kody felt the slicked up dickhead against his hole, it was too late. The coach pushed forward with a quick jab and the head pushed it’s way into the teen. The teen screamed out loud and had his head pushed down into the bed. He screamed for the coach to stop and pull out. The coach was unrelenting. He kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Kody was crying out in pain. He begged and begged for this man to stop ripping him in two. Mr Spike just laughed and continued to thrust into the once virgin hole he was now splitting open. At one point, it seemed like Mr. Spike was slowing down. He slowed his rhythm down and held his hips for a moment. This gave the teen a moment to catch his breath and start thanking the coach for stopping. But this moment was short-lived. Mr. Spike just repositioned the twink from his stomach to his back. Never once did he pull out. he left the entire length inside the teen. He pulled the teen’s legs and ankles up on his shoulders and then returned to smashing the poor teen into the bed. K: Please stop. it hurts. Go slower. I’m a virgin. MS: Were a virgin. Nice and tight. You knew you wanted this. You were a virgin but you wanted to come submit to me and take your first load. You wanted this since before you even came over to my house. I’m just giving you what you need. You know you want this big dick. That’s why you smoked up my shit and why you are still a little hard. Kody looked between his body and the coach’s. He was in fact still half hard and leaking precum. K: Oh Gawd. I do like it. Fill me up with your babies. I need every drop deep inside of me. Mr Spike finally collapsed on the twink and filled him to the brim full of his cum. He let the teen clean up and then they chilled for a while before starting over again. They did have a long time before Kody needed to be home afterall. Two weeks was going to go by so fast.

We got out of bed and took a shower together. It was the first time we showered together. While we washed up we also kissed, touched each other's body. I even sucked his cock but didn't have him cum as I wanted it my pussy I told him. He laughed. We made breakfast and ate and talked about what we each were going to do today. He had to go into work for a little while. I told him I had to stop by Jane's place to pick up some things that I left at her place and she told me to come and get. Jane and I were on ok terms and texted once in a while. We finished up breakfast and I got ready to leave. Daddy reminded me no fucking anyone else but if I wanted to I could give other guys a bj. I said dont worrry I only want him and have his baby. He smiled and we kissed. "Daddy can I ask you a question" I said "Sure" Rick replied "Will you be fucking other guys?" I asked "Not sure. Why?" he said "I don't know. I would hope you would only fuck me at least till your seed takes and I get knocked up" I said "Of course, baby. I won't fuck anyone else till you get knocked up. Ok" he said I smiled we kissed and thanked him. I got dressed in running shorts and shirt. I texted Jane before I left the house that I was coming over to get my stuff. She texted back and said she wasn't there but her friend would be there to let me in. She told me where my stuff was. I asked her how things were going and she said ok but her friend's father was visiting and had been there over a week now and it was getting cramped. He was a little creepy as he would look her over a lot. I drove over and parked at her place. I knocked on the door and an older man was there in tshirt and shorts. "Yes can I help you?" he said "I am Dan, I am here to pick up my stuff that is in Jane's room" I said "Oh yeah your her ex boyfriend" he said "Come in and get your stuff" he said. I could smell alcohol on his breath. I was only 11am. I walked in and went to Jane's room. He followed me in and stood at the doorway. "I will only be a minute", I said "Ok I will wait here." he said I felt like he didn't trust me. I just let it go and gathered my stuff. I couldn't find my PS so I looked around. I called Jane. She said it might be in some box under her bed. I got on my knees and looked under her bed. I found it and pulled it out. As I stood up and turned around her roommate's father was stroking his cock thru his shorts while looking at me. "You have a nice ass. I'd love to fuck it right now and I think you would like it too. I heard your a fairy fag and that's why you broke up" he said "Thank you. I think I should leave" I said "Not yet boy. You were showing your nice ass to me and I want some of it" he said. He now took out his cock from his shorts. It was a nice 7" thick cock. I looked at it. "Yeah you faggot I can tell you want this don't you" he said "I think I should go" I said "Not till you at least give my cock a kiss boy. I see you staring at it" he said. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I could see the rage and hunger in his eyes. I put the down the PS walked over to him got on my knees and kissed his cock a few times and then licked my lips of his precum. "Fuck yeah faggot go ahead and suck it I know you want it" he said pushing his cock into my mouth. I let him in and started to suck and lick his cock. He pushed and it entered my throat. I thought I might as well make him cum as soon as I can so I can leave. I went full force and gave him a bj and worked his cock over. He started to moan loudly. "Ohhhh fuck you faggot. I never had a bj like this before" he moaned pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I tongued worked over his head trying to get him to cum. He kept pumping and I kept sucking, licking and tonguing. I even started to lick and suck on his balls then went back to his cock. "Ohhh fuck you are a faggot. I can't imaging you fucking Jane. She is hot and bet has a juicy pussy. I bet you didn't make her cum. You were mean to be a cock sucking faggot" he said and with that he started to cum in my mouth. He shot a huge load about 7-8 spurts of hot cum. I swallowed it quickly and kept sucking on his cock. He actually tasted really good. I pulled back from his cock and licked my lips. "Fuck boy that is the best bj I have ever had. That was even better than a lot of pussy I have had" he said I told him thank you and started to get my stuff and walked towards the front door. He followed me out still calming down from his orgasm. He grabbed my ass and told me he wanted to fuck me the next time I was over and maybe if we would meet up next week. I told him I was busy but would let him know. He wrote down his number and gave it to me. I thanked him and left.

I woke up. It was a little after 3am on the clock. I got up to use the bathroom. My ass was sore as I walked. I could feel the bruising and scrapes in my ass, as I walked. I went back to bed. Rick was laying flat with his huge meat laying flaccid but large on his thigh. I couldn't help and started to tease it with my finger. It slowly started to get hard. Then I leaned over and started to lick the head slightly as not to wake him. After a minute or two his cock was hard now. I couldn't help myself and started to suck the first few inches of his cock. I kept it up for a few minutes then started to taste precum leaking out of his cock. I now started to spit on his now hard cock getting it hard and started to deep throat him. "Hmm boy that's a nice way to wake up" he said "Shhh Daddy just sit back and enjoy" I said I then got up and straddled his cock facing him and put his head at the entrance. I pushed down and winced in pain. He was looking up at me smiling and his hands now on my waist. I kept pushing down working thru the pain. Even though he just fucked me twice, my ass was still sore and tight. I was half way down on his hard obelisk. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I kept pushing and pumping slowly to get more in. I felt him at my second hole and pushed in and winced in pain. Finally I rest on his groin. I had all of him in me. "You did all the work earlier Daddy. Now it's my turn. OMG you feel so good in me. " I said and gave him a kiss as I started to grind on his cock. It was still bruising my inside but it began to feel good. I started to slide up on down his hard shaft. Then I gyrated my hips churning on his cock. He let out a moan. I knew how that felt as a top and I kept it up. My cock was hard and now leaking on his stomach. I started to pick up pace bouncing on his hard cock buried deep in me. "Ohhh Daddy" I moaned "Yeah baby just ride Daddy's cock like a good boy" he said I kept bouncing up on his cock, gyrating in between. My ass convulsed on its own squeezing his thick meat in me. His hand were now on my nipples pulling and pinching them. I winced and moaned at the same time. It also made my ass milk him more. "Fuck yeah boy. That pussy is milking the shit out my cock. Keep it up and you will get Daddy's hot pozzed cum in you" he said moaning I picked up my pace even though my legs were getting tired. But I didn't stop and it was like training, I was going to work thru the pain to get his seed in me. "Damn boy you have stamina" he said I just moaned and kept going. I was not in a zone. Just focused on pouncing on and squeezing his cock. I wanted to pleasure him so much. "Yes Daddy I want to give you pleasure I want to please you and I want your charged cum in my cunt" I moaned and rode faster picking up my pace. I also intentionally started to squeeze his cock hard. "Oh fuck boy keep it up and you are going to get Daddy's baby batter deep in your pussy" he said "Yes Daddy cum in me please cum please I need you" I moaned out loudly I felt the swell in my groin as I started to cum. My cock shot a few spurts of cum out. My ass spasmed around his meat. I started to slow down coming down from my orgasm. "Don't slow down bitch. Daddy didn't cum yet" he said "Yes Daddy" I said I quickened my pace and rode his cock again quickly. I kept riding his cock for another 5 minutes then he moaned and I felt him cum and shoot his load in me. I was now horny and kept riding him milking every drip of his seed. I could feel my ass squeeze his cock "Yeah milk me good boy" he said playing with my nipples. Then out of nowhere I started to feel another wave and came as his cock was wrecking my prostate I was cumming again. I couldn't believe it. Only a small spurt came out but Daddy moaned as I came I started to milk his cock again. He moaned and started to push up into my ass keeping it deep in me. As I came down from another orgasm I leaned down and kissed him. He scooped up my cum and put some in my mouth and ke licked up the rest. "Neg cum. It will only last a little longer" he said as I licked his fingers clean tasting my negative cum. "Let's hope so. I want you so bad in me Daddy. Your dna, your cream, making me pregnant" I said kissing him back "You will baby you will. Don't worry Daddy has a high VRL" he said smiling. I lifted off of him clenching my ass to keep his cum in me. I cleaned off his wet cock with cum and some of my blood. Then kissed him sharing our fluids. "Good your pussy is still bleeding. It will take easier like your ovulating" he said smiling "Funny you use that word. I brought up again to him how other guys were hitting on me and even the Professor used that work. They said they could smell my taint and that I was horny and ovulating" I said "Yes we can smell each other. And tops can smell other bottoms especially when they are horny. And I bet you were putting out a a lot of pheromones. You want cock so badly and I bet your cunt was wet" he said "It was and when I was horny I could feel my ass. I mean my pussy spasm." I said "Good. You have so much ahead of you. So many pleasures. Look at how you just came again" he said "Yes Daddy. I never felt orgasms like that or ever had two in a row like that" I said "This will become more common as you embrace your pussy and being a true bottom: he said I could see he as getting drowsy as was I. I cuddled up next to him smelling his pit. We both fell fast asleep. ,

I started to breath harder. I showed it to Rick, he smiled. He grabbed my hand. "You sure you want this" he asked "I do. Please take me and make me yours" I said He pulled me up kissed me lightly and led me into his bedroom. He took me over to his bed and pulled off my shirt. He stripped quickly with his huge cock hitting my leg as it was hard now. He then pulled down my shirts. He was surprised to see my underwear. I had both a black satin thong. "Oh Dan you are so beautiful and sexy" he said kissing me and rubbing my hard cock thru the soft satin. I started to let out a loud moan. He slipped them off like a man removed the panties from his gf or what I had done so many times before this. Now I was the bottom waiting to receive my man in me. I dropped to my knees and lick and sucked his hard cock. After a minute Rick pulled me up and in one motion lifted me and placed me on his bed. I felt wonderful on his bed, finally I was on it. It was sacred ground. He lay on me and kissed me, our mouths and tongues intertwined. His hands roaming all over me. He then worked his way down to my nipples then my balls. I was writhing in pleasure. It was like he was touching me for the first time. It was so tender and caring. Then he lifted my legs and started to eat my ass. It has been too long. I let out a loud moan. He ate me with my legs in the air and spread then he turned me over on all fours and ate me from the rear. I pushed my ass back on his mouth. Then I felt one then two fingers in me massaging my prostate making me moan even more. I felt his fingernails scraping my inner walls then going back to my prostate. It was pain and pleasure. After several minutes of this I was in heaven begging him to fuck me. "Ohh Daddy please fuck me please" I moaned "And what do you want boy. You have to say it clearly" he said stopping his ministrations of my body "I want you to fuck me and plant your charged POZ seed deep in my cunt and make me pregnant. Daddy I want you to mark with your DNA, for you to be a part of me forever. Make me pregnant please Daddy" I said holding his hand looking in his eyes. "I will baby I will. I am going to make you know and make you my boy, my bitch. I am going to own that pussy and you will always have me in you." he said kissing me and lifting his legs on his shoulders and then with a push he shoved his huge hard cock into my cunt. I yelled in pain. It had been probably two weeks since Rick has fucked me. It was like he was fucking me for the first time. I felt like a virgin again. He was a few inches in me then he pushed again further into me. He didn't use any lube only his spit and mine. It hurt. "Ohhh fuck boy, I forgot how good your pussy is" he said "It's going to hurt a little but it will help make you more fertile" he said He kept pushing then I felt him at that second point deep in me. He rammed thru and I yelled out again with my eyes popping out of my head. It hurt deep in me. "Fuck this is the best pussy I have had ever boy. You are mine" he said pushing all the way in. "OHHHH fuck. I feel you in my stomach" I moaned in pain "Well this is what you wanted boy. You want to get pregnant its going to hurt a bit" he said as he started to pump in me. He started to go slow then he started to fuck me hard. He was like an man on a mission. My ass started to let up and take his cock. The piercing pain started to turn into dull pain, then pleasure. He started to focus on my prostate and I started to moan. "Yeah your fucking slut. Look at you Daddy his your gspot and your cunt starts to get all wet. Fuck its pulling my cock into your pussy" he said as he started to fuck me hard. Now he was like stud trying to mate with a mare. There was pain but there was more pleasure. I started to moan and beg him to seed me. My hands grabbing his waist pulling him into me. He was fucking me deeply working on my second hole. I just tied to hold on to his rhythm and piling into me. The I felt his cock expand and his body spasm. "Ohhh fuck here you go boy. You are going to get a charged load. Your going to have my baby" he yelled "Yes Daddy fuck me, mark me forever, make me your please, please I need you" I maoned Then I felt his spurt in my deep cunt. It was hot like 7-8 spurts. Then I felt deep in my ass a warm convulsing feeling and my cunt wrapping his cock then cum started to erupt out of my cock blasting both of us with 8-10 loads as I hadn't cum in a week. I moaned out loud yelling. It was such an intense orgasm not from my cock but deep in my groin and ass. He kept fucking me griding into me constantly hitting my prostate, I kept moaning. He kept hard and still was pushing his POZ cum in me. "Ohhh fuck boy you are mine." he said kissing me He pulled back and saw tears in my eyes. "What's wrong. Regret?" he said I smiled, "No Daddy happiness" "I've dreamt of this for what seems like forever. I am still nervous but right now feel so happy, so content, so lucky to be with you." I said kissing him and then wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him deeper in me. I felt so content. He was not.

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(continued) He finished running brushing my smooth chest and continued by running the backside of his hand down to my light treasure trail. Skillfully, and without hesitation, he unbuttoned by jeans. With that, he departed for the drinks. Watching what was taking place, not only with those immediately surrounding us but also with all the other eyes on the patio which were fixed on us, the man with the black jeans and boots moved behind me, Not long after he began to grind his cock into my back while reaching around and placing his hands down the front of my jeans. Here I was, a jock barely out of school, in the middle of the outdoor patio leather bar, taking it all in. My cock was becoming more and more ridged as the moments passed. Like in the dungeon, my uncle was observing all that was taking place, while also drawing the eyes of others who wanted to get fucked by a 30 something stud. The dude who had gone for the drinks returned and handed me and my uncle our whiskey on the rocks. He said with a whispered tone, “drink up.” Not thinking twice, I downed the Maker’s Mark. The conversation turned to what they had heard and seen. The had seen myself and the young muscled wrestler in the video in the dungeon. I asked, “What did you think?” the man with the mustache answered, “ You look like you knew what you were doing.” I replied, “I’ve had practice.” He asked, “Why isn’t the blond wrestler here?” I said, “We’re just getting started.” He said, “That’s what I’m counting on.” Looking around the pation it was getting more and more crowded. So crowded that it was hard to move. More and more men in only jeans and boots, were on the patio. I was a hot summer day, probably in the upper 90s, so everyone was getting sweaty. Many of the men passing by my side managed to rub their shirtless sweaty torso on me. I was collecting massive amounts of sweat and beginning to smell – I can of liked it. As a teenager in a leather bar, I was the eye candy and knew that my time was going to be limited. My uncle nodded to me and we moved through the crowd back inside, hit up the bartender for another drink (which ended being free) and then took the stairs to the second floor where there was a balcony and pool table. Sipping the drink we watched as the men ordered drinks and moved to the outside patio. Although only 18, I could hold my liquor, but I began to feel a little different and I couldn’t clearly focus. Everything was going on around me, the lights, the porn on the screens, the music, the pool, yet it was becoming more difficult to focus. Had the bartender, or someone else, put something into my drink?

I was a little on edge after being approached liked that. Also all the emotions running thru me. I decided to go shopping, pick up dinner then go home. After going clothes shopping I picked up pizza and went home. I got home around 7pm. Rick texted me that he would be home around 7:30p. I changed clothes and waited for him. He came home, changed clothes and we ate dinner. We talked about our day and I shared my experience at the health clinic. "It sounds about right" Rick said "What do you mean?" I asked "its a clinic but has more mature and sexually aggressive types there. I bet if you stayed around you probably would have gotten laid, but I am glad you didn't" he said "I hope it comes back negative" I blurted out He smiled, "Me too" he said "Just remember you will be my property. Do you understand that? I can do whatever I want to you. I will own you?" he said "Yes Daddy. Will you hurt me? And for how long?" I asked "No but there maybe some pain. Part of that is for your growth so you can truly listen to your body and expand your horizon and pleasure. I will transform you. It will last for a month then we can reassess" he said "Yes Daddy" I said My phone buzzed. My results were ready. I breathed hard. I clicked the link and opened the results. HIV Test Results NEGATIVE

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Johnny Harris analyzes the origins of "fascism" as in the 20th century, then fast forwards to today (around the 40 mark) and identifies several countries where he questions if they are heading towards fascism or are fascist from a list of qualifiers. Then proposes a different term "illiberal democracy" to consider. I'm still watching i'm at about the 45 mark.

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I'm a 27 yo guy with a particular love for cruising in seedy sex cinemas, cruising bars etc. Picture low light, porn screens, gloryholes and the permanent smell of cum and poppers. Whenever I'm there, I'm frequently one of the youngest guys in the place often by a decade or two. And when i suggest to younger fuckbuddies, or guys on the apps to meet there as a convenient place I often get the response of "no, that's gross". Do younger guys not see the attraction of these places which have always been a part of gay sex? I've even encountered this attitude amongst guys who are into quite piggy play (anon stuff, piss, group, chems etc.). Have you guys seen the same? Are there any other young guys here with a love of seedy cinemas?

There's never any certainly in pozzing up a neg guy, even if the top has a high viral load and has caused tears in the neg guy's arse prior to blasting several loads of poz seed inside him. Sometimes it just doesn't happen. But never mind, its fun to keep trying 🙂 As far as I'm aware, the (most) certain way to poz a neg guy, is to inject (freshly extracted) toxic blood into their vein. Even with this method, its not 100% since it has been reported in the media, that there are a tiny number of people who (by default of their genes) are naturally resistant.

So the be tldr is that I fucked my dentist yesterday. My bf and I go in together to get our teeth cleaned. He does his checkup on me, pokes around and leaves. He shows up that night and said he knew I sucked a lot of cock. Apparently, giving head leaves little red sores in the back of your mouth or something. This old bastard first wanted "to see what the fuss was about" and I blew him. He stuck around and fucked me after a break. I don't know how I feel about knowing that the hygienist and dentist knows exactly what I'm up to. Haha

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I love sniffing worn tight whites and giving a good tongues shine to a pair of work boots

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Continued Both me and my uncle rock hard we walked down the hall and down the stairs to the second floor. It wasn’t long and others began to follow. We went into the video room, there were two other men in there jerking as they watched porn. We sat and I couldn’t help myself. I knelt down and took my uncle’s raging cock down my throat and began to gorge myself on that peace of meat. He placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed my head further down his cock until it was splitting my throat. I felt hands on my hips lifting me up. At the same time my uncle continued to work my throat with his hands on the back of my head. Now I felt a tongue begin to lick my hole as hands were spreading my ass cheeks. A crowd was gathering in the video room and their focus turned from the movie to our action. With a cock down my throat and a tongue in my ass I was getting well used. My uncle began to thrust harder and with a final thrust, shot his load down my throat. His protein explosion filled my mouth and began to leak down my chin. I continued to suck his cock, not wanting to miss a drop of his man juice. The tongue in my ass was going deeper and deeper. I could feel fingers spreading my hole wider and wider, slowly working their way in. Licking the last drop of cum from my uncle cock, he lifted my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He whispered, “let’s go”. I stood up and as I turned around I saw it was the hot bio tatted dude who was eating my ass and fingering my hole. He had feasted on my young jock ass. As I began to walk down the hall, I could feel my ass cheeks swish back and forth, the saliva from the biotatt dude effectively lubing my hole. It felt good. We headed back to the room and when we arrived, my uncle instructed me to put on my jeans. We both put on our jeans, a Tshirt and left the room. The bathhouse had in and out privileges so we left and walked to the leather bar across the street. We walked in and the bartender said hello to my uncle and asked if he wanted the usual. He responded, “make it a double and one too for my nephew.” The bartender looked at me, nodded his head up and down, and served us both. We grabbed our drink and walked through the crowd and made out way to the patio. Outside there was a group of guys and we walked over to them. They greeted my uncle and he introduced me. One man, in only jeans and boots reached out to shake my hand. As he did he said, “we have heard a lot about you.” His handshake was firm, his chest well defined with light fur. He had a mustache and I would guess he was probably in his early thirties. The patio was somewhat crowded. My uncle removed his shirt so I thought I would follow his lead. Another one of the guys, this one a little older, with dirty blond hair, a defined treasure trail, in black jeans and boots, reached over and brushed my chest. With that my cock jumped in my jeans. He asked if we wanted another drink, as I responded. Absolutely.

The bass thumped through the floor, a deep, rhythmic pulse that vibrated in Alex’s molars. He stood at the edge of the dimly lit common area of The Steamworks, a labyrinth of tile and shadow he’d only ever read about online. The air was thick with humidity, chlorine, and a musky, anonymous scent. At twenty-two, this was his pilgrimage, his first step into the world his desires pointed toward, yet his body thrummed with a virgin’s paralyzing anxiety. He’d rented a small private room, a cubicle just big enough for a narrow cot, a locker, and his racing heart. The door had a simple hook latch, not a lock. He told himself it was for safety, for air flow. He lay down on the stiff vinyl, listening to the muffled laughter, the slap of sandals on wet floor, the relentless, enveloping music. His plan had been to gather his courage, to venture out, to maybe just talk to someone. But the sensory overload was immense. The thumping bass began to feel like a lullaby for the overwhelmed. His eyes, gritty with nervous exhaustion, grew heavy. The distant sounds blurred into a single, oceanic roar. He fell into a deep, sudden sleep. He didn’t hear the door sigh open. He didn’t feel the shift in the air as a larger, older body filled the doorway. He only began to surface from the depths of sleep when a heavy weight settled on him, a hand clamping firmly over his mouth. His eyes flew open to near-total darkness—the curtain had been drawn across the glass block window. A silhouette loomed, featureless in the gloom. “Shhh,” a voice, gravelly and calm, breathed into his ear. “Just relax. It’s easier.” Panic fired through Alex’s nerves, but his body was leaden, trapped in the syrupy residue of sleep and shock. He tried to buck, to twist, but the man was strong, practiced. Alex heard the soft, definitive *click* of the hook latch being secured. Trapped. The man’s other hand worked efficiently, impersonally. The violation was a quiet, methodical theft. There was no passion, no desire, only a cold, crushing exercise of power. The music swelled in the hallway, perfectly masking any stifled whimper, any rustle of the vinyl cot. Time distorted, stretching into an eternity of helpless shame. The man finished as quietly as he had begun, adjusting his own towel. Before he left, he leaned close again, his breath smelling of mint and stale coffee. “Leave the latch open,” he whispered, a grotesque parody of advice. “A nice boy like you shouldn’t sleep alone. Let the party in.” Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Alex curled into a tight, trembling ball, feeling shattered and filthy. For long minutes, he couldn’t move. The act itself was a nightmare, but the words… *Leave the latch open*. They echoed in the hollow space where his courage had been. He felt a desperate, irrational need to defy the command, to lock the world out. Shakily, he pushed himself up and fumbled for the hook latch. His fingers, slick with sweat, finally managed to secure it. *Safe*. He leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the locker, taking ragged breaths. He just needed a moment. Just a moment to think, to process the incomprehensible. A soft knock at the door, barely audible over the music, made him jump. Then another. More insistent. Confusion cut through his shock. Had the man come back? A wave of nausea hit him. He remained silent, frozen. The knocking stopped. He heard a faint shuffling in the corridor. Then, a sliver of light appeared at the bottom of the door as the hook latch, from the outside, was quietly, expertly, lifted and pushed open. The door swung inward. Standing in the hallway wasn’t the older man. It was a stranger, younger, with a towel slung low on his hips. He looked at Alex’s tear-streaked face, his hunched posture, and his expression showed no surprise, only a casual, waiting appraisal. He didn’t enter. He just… waited. And then Alex saw past him. His blood turned to ice. Behind the first man, illuminated in the gloomy red hallway light, was another. And behind him, another. A silent, patient queue of silhouettes stretched down the tiled corridor, a line of men waiting their turn. No one spoke. No one met his horrified, darting eyes. They just stood, a procession of shadows, having been instructed, by the monster who started it all, that the door to room seven would be open. That the new boy inside was available. The last thread of Alex’s reality snapped. The thumping music was no longer a beat; it was the drumming march of his own doom. The line did not advance. It simply existed, a living, breathing testament to his violation and the disease—both physical and existential—that had just been seeded in his blood. The horror was no longer a single act in the dark. It was the future, waiting in the hall, and it had already formed an orderly line.

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Seriously looking to have a chemed fueled fuck fest with other like minded men. Like dad used to say “the more the merrier!” I’ll add the more wild the better! I can travel anywhere in SoCal (I live in San Diego) or maybe I get a room somewhere? Any suggestions on a place? Cruisey seedy motels are preferred. I’m typically more top but I’m tired of feeling like a bitch when I bottom so anyone who can help open me up and expand my horizon (pun intended) would be super helpful lol. Let’s stop talking about it and be about it! lmk! A photo of the one time I took a big dick and didn’t die. lol

Hey everyone, Huge thanks for all the amazing feedback on the previous chapters. Your reactions and theories are the fuel that keeps this story going, and I appreciate every single one. I'm really eager to hear what you think of this new chapter: What moments hit you the hardest? What do you think should be coming next? Did any particular line or scene make you feel something? It pushes me to make the next part even better. Don't hold back — let me know what you're thinking in the comments below. Now, on with the show... Part 17: The Cruising Grounds: Working Night Shifts The fluorescent lights of the office hum with the same monotonous drone as the highway on Friday, but today the sound isn't a promise of escape; it's the soundtrack to your purgatory. It’s Monday, your first day back at work since the bathhouse, and the coffee tastes like ash in your mouth. You sit at your desk, a successful 49-year-old man in a button-down shirt, but your body is a secret ledger, and you are obsessively tallying the debits and credits of the weekend. You know the science. You’ve read the forums until your eyes burned. The fuck flu, if it comes at all, won’t arrive for another one to three weeks. The bathhouse was a celebration, a beautiful, communal offering of your body to a room full of poz men, but it was a single event. A lottery ticket. And as the hours of Monday morning crawl by, you feel the chilling reality set in: the celebration is over. The cold, hard equation remains. Every load is a probability. Every toxic cock is a variable. The more loads you take, the higher the chances of conversion. You shift in your chair and feel a phantom ache, a ghost of the relentless breeding from Friday night. Your hole is still tender, a constant, physical reminder of the dozens of men who used you, of the two-headed god who guided you, of the final, terrifying toxic gift from the troll. But there are no signs of the divine sickness you crave. It's too early. You could sit back, relax, and wait for the probability to resolve itself. But you are not a patient man. You are eager to work for your conversion. The active hunt has to continue, and it has to continue tonight. You can't just wait for the probability to resolve itself; you have to actively increase it. You need more data points. You need a larger sample size. The hunt is no longer a weekend hobby; it's a full-time job. And tonight, you're clocking in. The clock on your computer screen clicks past 4:00 PM, and your body responds before your mind does. It's a conditioned response, a new kind of muscle memory. You save your work, shut down your computer, and grab your keys. The hunt is on. The longer spring days have changed the atmosphere at the rest stop, creating distinct, predictable shifts in the population, ecosystems you’ve come to know as well as your own neighborhood. The lot is already filled with cars and vans, some work trucks, their engines ticking as they cool in the afternoon air. These men are mostly craftsmen—carpenters, electricians, plumbers. Their hands are calloused, their jeans worn and stained with the honest dirt of their labor. A few office workers in suits and ties are mixed in, their crisp collars a stark contrast to the work boots and tool belts. You walk into the woods, and the encounters begin immediately. They are quick, silent, and transactional. Most are tops, who have convinced themselves that fucking a guy doesn't make you gay—only bottoming does. They fuck you standing against a tree or bent over a fallen log, their breath hot and desperate on the back of your neck. There's no intimacy, only a raw, primal release. They fuck bare because that's what they've always done; they haven't used a rubber since their teenage girlfriend. They don't think about risk, they just think about getting home to their wives and kids. They have never tested for HIV, most don’t even know about PrEP. They are walking reservoirs of accumulated, anonymous bugs, and you are their necessary release valve. You love it. You love the feeling of taking their unexamined risk into your body, turning their thoughtless pleasure into your deliberate prayer. As dusk settles, a new, more aesthetically pleasing crowd arrives. They are younger, gay men, their bodies sculpted and gleaming from a post-workout pump. The sex is more athletic, more playful. There's more kissing, more mutual exploration. But you know the truth. You hear the tell-tale signs of the well-informed gay man: the casual discussion of parties, the mention of PrEP. You know many of them are on it. You take their loads because they're hot, their bodies beautiful instruments of pleasure, but in your mind, they are low-risk. They are a beautiful, but ultimately futile, distraction from your real goal. Even with their hot cum leaking from your hole, you feel disappointed. It's a hollow victory, a beautiful but empty calorie in your statistical feast. You head back to your car, satisfied but not satiated, your mind already calculating the probability of the loads you've just taken. Even with their hot cum leaking from your hole, you feel a nagging sense of incompleteness. It's like you've eaten a delicious meal, but you're still hungry for the one thing that will truly nourish you. You've increased the numbers, but you haven't yet found the key to unlock the final door. The work is never done. At first, you come back twice a week. Then it's every other evening. Then, the compulsion becomes too strong. You start coming every single day after work, the drive to the rest stop an unbreakable part of your routine. You have become a regular to the rest stop. One evening, you're walking back across the darkening parking lot, the familiar ache of unsatisfied desire settled deep in your gut. The gym rats were hot, but their PrEP-protected loads felt like hollow victories, adding nothing to your statistical equation. The need to piss hits you, a pressing, physical demand. You head for the small, blockhouse public toilet. The moment you step inside, you're plunged into near darkness. The only light bulb at the ceiling is broken, and the fading twilight filtering through the grimy, high windows does little to cut through the gloom. You have to pause for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the dim, murky interior. The air inside is thick with the acrid smell of stale piss and damp concrete, but it's surprisingly warm from the industrial heating, a stark contrast to the chilly evening outside. As your vision slowly clears, the signs of recent fun resolve from the shadows: milky cum stains splattered on the tiled walls and the edge of the metal urinal trough, used condoms—some empty, some swollen and filled, some neatly tied off—lying in the trough and scattered across the grimy floor like discarded party favors. And there he is. The Leather Biker. You haven't seen him in a while, not since the bathhouse. He's not pissing. He's just leaning against the wall, a dark, imposing figure, watching you enter. Dressed only in a leather vest and leather chaps, all his junk exposed. You see the huge PA in his cock, heavy ballstretchers straining his walnut-sized balls, and the biohazard tattoo that lords over it all. A mark that sends most men running, but which draws you in, a promise of the danger you crave. "Leaving already?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that echoes in the small space. "The buffet's still open. But I guess you need to drain your pipe first." Before you can answer, he moves towards you, grabs your arm, not roughly, but with an unshakeable authority that sends a jolt straight to your cock, and pulls you into the darkest corner of the room, away from the urinals. While looking you deep in the eyes, he slowly starts to undress you, his movements efficient and deliberate. He pulls off your jacket, then your t-shirt, tossing them into a dusty corner. He unfastens your jeans and yanks them down, pooling around your ankles before pulling them off completely. You're now naked, your skin prickling in the warm, humid air. He sits down on the grimy, tiled floor, his back against the wall, and pulls you down with him. The feeling of the cold, dirty tiles against your bare ass is a shock, a grounding, filthy reality. He positions you to sit between his spread legs, leaning back against his firm, leather-clad chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you in place. It's surprisingly comfortable, a secure, filthy embrace. You can feel the texture of his leather vest against your skin, the cool metal of his wrist cuffs against your arm. "Didn't you come in here to piss?" he murmurs into your ear, his voice a low, intimate vibration that makes you shiver. You nod. "Good," he says. "Let it flow. Don't hold back. Just let it all go." As he says this, you feel a sudden, powerful warmth spreading across your back. He's letting go with his own piss, a heavy, hot stream that splashes against your skin and puddling on the floor beneath you. The feeling is so intimate, so transgressive, that it instantly breaks down your last resistance. You relax your bladder and let your own stream flow, adding to the growing puddle, the warmth soaking into your skin, a shared filth that feels more like a baptism than a degradation. As you're pissing, you feel his hand move to your cock. He takes it in his firm grip and aims it upwards, so your own stream arcs up and splashes across your stomach and chest. You are pissing all over yourself, and the feeling of utter surrender is intoxicating. The sound of the door creaking open breaks the moment. A few other men from the "pretty" crowd come in to piss. They see you two on the ground—a naked man sitting between the leather-clad legs of another, soaked in piss—and they either stare in shock or grin and quickly move to the far end of the trough, giving you a wide berth. But one, a muscular guy with a hungry look, doesn't. Instead of using the urinal, he walks over, aims his own stream, and adds it to the puddle, splashing his warm piss all over your chest and legs. The Biker doesn't care. His focus is entirely on you. "This is just the appetizer," he whispers, his voice calm and steady as his other hand finds your hole. He pushes two fingers inside, and you're still slick and open from the last gym rat. He swirls them around, feeling the loads inside. "But the men you really want... the ones with the real poison... they don't come out until the sun is gone. They're creatures of the dark. They're drawn to the filth, to the depravity. They can smell it on you." He pulls his fingers from your hole, slick with the anonymous loads from the evening. He brings them up to your lips. "Taste it," he commands. "Taste what you've collected so far." You open your mouth, and he pushes his cum-slicked fingers inside, letting you taste the evidence of your hunt. As you're cleaning his fingers, the muscular guy who just pissed on you starts stroking his hard cock. With a grunt, he steps forward and sprays his load all over your face, thick, warm ropes of cum landing on your cheek and lips as you're servicing the Biker's fingers. While you're still cleaning his fingers, his other hand finds a used condom on the floor beside him and squeezes the thick, anonymous load over your own hard cock, using it as lube. He starts stroking you, slowly. "There," he murmurs. "Now you're thinking with the right head." His fist is a warm, slick vise around your cock, stroking you with a maddening, expert rhythm. He brings you to the very edge of orgasm, your body tensing, your breath hitching, the pressure building to an unbearable peak—and then he stops. He just holds you, his grip firm but still, letting the wave of climax recede until you're left panting and trembling with unfulfilled need. He does this again and again, each time pushing you higher, making you more and more horny, until your mind is a blank, buzzing slate desperate for release. All the while, he gives you a masterclass in the ecology of the rest stop. He points out the different types, the signs to look for, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble that makes you feel safe even as he describes the most depraved things, his control over your pleasure making his every word feel like divine truth. The door opens again, and this time two guys come in. They're older, maybe late forties, and they're clearly here to watch the show. They don't even pretend to use the urinals. They just lean against the opposite wall, rubbing their crotches. One of them unzips and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watches you. The Biker just smiles, a dark, predatory grin. "See?" he whispers in your ear. "They're getting interested. They can smell the desperation on you. They want to add to the mess." He reaches down and scoops up a handful of the piss-and-cum puddle you're sitting in, bringing it up to your chest and smearing it all over you like a foul, lukewarm lotion. "Mark yourself," he commands. "Show them what you are." The two guys are getting closer now, emboldened. The one who was stroking his cock walks over, his dick hard and leaking. He stands over you and starts jacking off in earnest. The Biker just holds you tighter, one hand still stroking your edging cock, the other hand now pinching your nipple, hard. "Open your mouth," the Biker commands. You do, and a second later, the stranger grunts and a thick, surprisingly large load of cum shoots directly into your mouth, followed by another that splatters across your forehead. Before you can even swallow, the Biker is kissing you, his tongue forcing the stranger's load back into your mouth, sharing it in a deep, filthy kiss. The second watcher, seeing this, can't hold back either. He steps up and adds his own, smaller load to the cum already drying on your chest. This new stimulation, the fresh cum and the Biker's possessive kiss, makes you writhe in his lap. He picks up the pace of his stroking, his fist flying on your cock, bringing you right back to that agonizing, beautiful edge. He keeps you there, hovering in that painful, blissful state for what feels like an eternity, his voice a constant, hypnotic murmur in your ear about the creatures of the dark and the poison they carry. Finally, as the last of the twilight fades from the high, grimy windows, he gives you one final, slow stroke and leaves you hanging right on the precipice. He gently pushes you forward. "Now," he says, his voice filled with a dark finality. "It's time." You look down at yourself. You're naked, soaked in piss, and splattered with cum. "I can't go back into the woods like this," you say. "Nobody will want to touch me." The Biker stands and pulls you up with him. He turns you to face him, his hands on your shoulders. "You think they care?" he asks, his voice intense and certain. "The men you're after? The creatures of the dark? They'll see you and they'll think you're one of them. They'll see the filth on you and they'll know you're serious and desperate. They'll see you as a brother. They'll want you more than ever." He leads you out of the blockhouse. He doesn't give you your clothes. He just walks you, naked, into the darkness, not back to the parking lot, but back into the woods. The cold night air is a shock against your piss-and-cum-slicked skin, but you don't shiver from the temperature. You feel insulated by the filth, armored by it. Back in the woods, the landscape has completely changed. The last of the gym rats have vanished. In their place, the "creatures" begin to emerge from the shadows. They are gaunt, haunted figures, moving with a slow, deliberate purpose. The Biker stops in a small clearing and pulls you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, holding you in place. He's not just holding you; he's presenting you. You are shivering, not from the temperature, but from excitement. Your PA cock stands upright, hard as it hasn't been in a long time, a testament to your horniness and utter surrender. He doesn't say a word. He just murmurs in your ear, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Just watch and wait. They'll come." And they do. At first, they just watch from the shadows, drawn by the scent of sex and filth that clings to you. As they drift closer, you see them more clearly. These are not the sculpted bodies of the gym crowd. One is an older man with a large, soft beer belly that hangs over his unfastened jeans, his chest covered in a thick mat of gray hair. Another is younger, but his body is wasted, his skin loose and hanging on his frame, the track marks on his arms faintly visible in the moonlight. A third is just average, pale and soft, with a nervous energy that makes him twitch. They are real, imperfect men, their bodies bearing the marks of hard lives and harder choices. They approach with the caution of wild animals, testing the air. One reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly as he touches your arm, feeling the dried cum. He seems surprised when you don't flinch, when you stay right where you are, held securely in the Biker's embrace. Emboldened, another one touches your chest, flicking a hard nipple. A third grips your PA, pulling on it, feeling the weight of the metal, stroking your cock. They are feeling if you are real, testing if you will run away, but you don't. You stay where you are, a willing sacrifice in the arms of your dark priest. Sensing their readiness, the Biker shifts. He spins you around in his arms, so you're facing towards him, your ass now presented to the small crowd. He holds you firmly under your arm pits, his grip a silent offering. "Go on," the Biker's voice is a low growl, a permission granted into the darkness. "He's here for it. He wants you! He needs you!" That's all the encouragement they need. The one with the beer belly steps forward immediately, his hands kneading your ass cheeks. You simply stick out your ass for him, an unspoken invitation. He runs a finger down your crack and over your hole. "Fuck, look at that," he grunts. "Already slick and gaping. Smells like cum in there." He brings his fingers to his nose, then his eyes. "Still got the loads from those pretty boys in you, don't you? Well, my cum's gonna be different. My cum's gonna take." He spits on his cock and pushes into you with a groan. "Gonna give you my strain," he grunts, fucking you with deep, punishing strokes. "Gonna knock you up good." "Yeah, breed him," the wasted one chimes in, stroking his own cock as he watches. "Fill his guts with our bug." The verbal poison is intoxicating. "Yes," you moan, pushing back against the man inside you. "Poison me. Change me." The first man grunts and floods you, and before he's even pulled out, the nervous one is taking his place. You keep your ass pushed out, ready for the next one, the Biker's strong hands keeping you steady as the frantic, jabbing cock pounds into you. "Toxic load coming up," he snarls. "Gonna feel this tomorrow. Gonna feel it for weeks." He adds his own potent deposit to the mix. For over an hour, they pass you between them. One after another, three, then four of them, each one fucking and breeding you with a desperate intensity, their poz talk a constant, liturgical chant in your ears. They treat you like a communal vessel, a sacred repository for their shared sickness. When the last one finishes, they simply melt back into the darkness, leaving you panting, dripping, and overflowing with their collective gift. You stand up on shaky legs and lean into the arms of the Biker, a profound sense of accomplishment washing over you. You didn't just take a load; you were the centerpiece of a ritual. You were claimed. After a long moment, the Biker's voice breaks the silence. "Your husband waiting for you at home?" he asks, his tone casual but knowing. "No," you breathe, still catching your breath. "He's not back until the weekend." "Come with me," he says, leaving no room for argument. He leads you back to the blockhouse. The air inside is still thick with the smells of your baptism. You gather your clothes from the dusty corner, your keys still on the floor where you dropped them. You were expecting a motorcycle, expecting to follow him in your own car, but instead he leads you to a black BMW SUV parked in the shadows. He opens the front passenger door, spreads clean, white towels over the leather seat, and tells you to get in. You do, still naked, your skin sticky and cooling in the car's air conditioning. He drives into Frankfurt, heading for the Westend—an exclusive district known for its many costly Gründerzeit villas. The city lights blur past, a world away from the primal filth of the rest stop. This was not what you had expected. He stops in front of one of the grandest villas, dark and imposing behind a high wall. At the push of a button in his car, a metal gate noiselessly opens, and you drive inside, into a world of wealth and order that feels like a different planet. The inside of the villa is just as stunning as the outside, a perfect marriage of old-world charm and stark modern luxury. Your bare feet feel the smooth, cool grain of ancient, beautifully renovated wooden floors. The walls are a clean, minimalist white, serving as a canvas for huge, arresting paintings of abstract art. But it's the library that truly stuns you. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line every available wall, packed not with decor, but with hundreds of well-worn books—volumes on history, politics, art, and philosophy. You find yourself drifting towards them, your filth-covered body a stark contrast to this world of intellect and order. While you're lost in the titles, he moves with an easy grace through his home. He quickly lights a fire in a massive stone fireplace, its flames immediately chasing away the evening's chill, and drapes soft, wool blankets over a large leather sofa. He steps out of his boots, chaps, and vest. You are both naked, but here you don't feel naked. It feels natural, as if this is the only way you should be in his presence. He disappears into a kitchen, returning with a bottle of Bordeaux and two glasses. He steps up to you, holding them out, and you see him clearly for the first time. Before, it was always in the dark of the rest stop or the dim light of the blockhouse. In the bathhouse, you were blindfolded. Now, in the warm glow of the firelight, you see him. He is an impressive, handsome man, with distinguished features that carry an air of classic Hollywood elegance. He's probably ten years older than you, maybe sixty, but a man who clearly takes care of himself—a true silver fox, his dapper salt-and-pepper hair a hallmark of his refined look. His body is lean and athletic, with a flat stomach and a medium build he maintains in good shape. A thick dusting of silver hair covers his chest, narrowing into a perfect, dark treasure trail that leads downward. But the trail ends abruptly at his pubes, which are shaved clean, making the bold, black biohazard tattooed there stand out even more. It's the symbol that attracts you so much, a stark, deliberate declaration of the danger he represents. His cock is again fully hard, a beautiful, powerful thing with an upward curve, the heavy PA gleaming at its tip, framed by the stark ink of his tattoo. "I'm Markus," he says, his voice a smooth, warm baritone, handing you one of the glasses. You just nod, the name echoing in your mind. The name feels more significant than any handshake. He pulls you in, and you kiss. It's not the rough, possessive kiss from the toilet. This is slow, deep, and intimate. He guides you to the sofa, motioning for you to sit. You hesitate, acutely aware of the dried cum and piss still caking your skin, the filth of the rest stop ground into you. "Should I... should I take a shower first?" you ask, feeling small and out of place. He just smiles, a genuine, warm smile that reaches his eyes. "Don't worry," he says, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I love you like you are. I wouldn't want you any different." With that, he pulls you down onto the sofa, positioning you between his legs, your back resting against his hairy, athletic chest—a perfect echo of your position in the toilet a few hours before. Only now, you're on a clean sofa, in a warm room, the fireplace casting a cosy, golden atmosphere. You both take a sip of wine, the rich, complex liquid a welcome warmth spreading through you. You kiss again, the taste of the Bordeaux mingling on your tongues. He starts to talk, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur against your ear. "You're trying too hard," he begins, echoing his words from the parking lot but with a new, gentle intimacy. "You're treating it like a math problem. A statistical equation to be solved. But that's not how this works. The magic, the conversion... it's not something you can hunt down and force. It's not a transaction." He takes a sip of his wine. "You've been collecting loads like they're trophies. But you're not a museum. You're a garden. And right now, you're trying so hard to force a flower to bloom that you're treading all over the seeds." He runs a hand down your chest, smearing a bit of dried cum. "You need to stop trying to get it," he whispers. "And you need to start letting it in. You need to be still. You need to be receptive. The body knows when the mind is at peace. You're so full of desperate, frantic energy, you're fighting it. You're a fortress, and you're the one holding the gates closed. You just have to... let go." He is quiet for a moment, and you can feel his heartbeat against your back. "I wasn't always like this," he says softly. "I wasn't always the Biker. I used to be... someone else. I was an investment banker. My husband, the man of my life, he was a lawyer. We were successful. We travelled, we partied, we fucked around a lot. It was the 80s. We thought we were invincible." He pauses, his gaze distant in the firelight. "He got pozzed early on, back when there were no good treatments. I watched him almost die, more times than I can count. But he always fought his way back. He was the strongest person I ever knew." "He was always so caring, even then," Markus continues, his voice thick with memory. "He insisted I always use rubbers to fuck him, to protect me, because he never became undetectable. When PrEP finally became available, it was a revelation. He agreed we could fuck bareback, as long as I stayed on my blue pills. We had both made so much money by then, we decided to retire early and just... live. Travel the world, enjoy the life we had built." "But the world had other plans. Soon after we retired, he was diagnosed with cancer. Lung cancer. It was too advanced, too late to cure." You feel a single, hot tear drop onto your shoulder. "When the end was coming, I... I couldn't bear the thought of his legacy, his strength, just disappearing. I made him promise. I begged him to let me stop my PrEP, to let him pass his virus on to me. So a part of him could continue in me, so I could carry him with me and spread his gift to the world. He agreed." He takes a long drink of his wine. "My doctor wasn't thrilled when I told him I didn't want to go on meds. He monitors my viral load and T-cells regularly, ready to start treatment the moment it's absolutely necessary. But until then... I enjoy the freedom. The freedom of bare, poz sex. And I honor him by gifting chasers with his legacy as often as I can." He kisses the top of your head. "You're not just hunting a virus," he whispers. "You're trying to find a story. A connection. You can't find it in a dark toilet. You have to be still enough to let it find you." He is quiet for another moment, letting his words sink in. "Now, tell me about your relationship," he says softly, his voice a low vibration against your back. "I want to understand the man who lets you come here to me." As you take a breath to speak, you feel his fingers begin to trace patterns on your chest, a slow, deliberate exploration. "It's... a weekend relationship," you begin, your voice a little unsteady as his thumb finds a nipple and begins to circle it. "We live mostly separate lives during the week. We have this unspoken agreement, a 'don't tell, don't ask' policy." He gently twists the nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your cock, which begins to stir against your leg. "We've never, ever talked about safe sex or barebacking. It's just not a conversation we have." His other hand drifts lower, skimming over your stomach until it finds your balls. He carefully hefts them, stretching them, his touch both possessive and intimate. "There are others, though," you continue, your voice growing thicker with desire. "Friends who understand. There's Mark and Stefan, in Munich. They're the ones who organized the bathhouse gangbang for me." His fingers find your PA, tugging on it gently, making your cock fully hard. "We're all in a Telegram group chat, we talk every day. They're my real community in this..." His hand moves from your balls, sliding down the cleft of your ass. A finger finds your hole, still slick and swollen from the night's breeding. He circles the puckered rim, then slowly pushes inside. You gasp, arching your back slightly. "...But they're in Munich," you manage to finish. "They're too far away to be here for me when I need them." You feel his cock, hard and insistent, throbbing against your back through his own arousal. "So you're alone in this," he murmurs, his voice filled with a deep, resonant understanding as he works his finger deeper inside you. "You're surrounded by people, but you're completely alone. No wonder you're a fortress. You have to be." He pulls his finger out, and you feel a sudden emptiness, but it's only for a moment. He brings his hand up in front of your face, his fingers glistening with the cum of the creatures from the woods. "Taste it," he commands softly. "Taste what you've collected." You open your mouth, and he pushes his cum-slicked fingers inside, letting you clean them with your tongue. The taste is sharp, primal, a tangible reminder of your hunt. As you're lost in the sensation, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and turns your head to face him. He kisses you, a deep, possessive kiss, sharing the taste of the anonymous loads from your own ass. It's a filthy, intimate act of ownership, and it makes your head spin. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. "That ends tonight," he says, his voice firm but kind, his eyes burning into yours in the firelight. "You're not alone anymore." With those words, the gentle mentor vanishes and the dominant Biker returns. He stands, pulling you effortlessly to your feet. He doesn't lead you to a bedroom. He simply pushes you down onto the thick, wool rug in front of the crackling fireplace. As he moves into the firelight, you see it again: the bold, black biohazard symbol tattooed on his shaved pubes, a stark declaration of the danger he represents, a crown over his majestic cock. The heat from the flames washes over your front as he kneels in front of you, his presence a towering shadow that blocks out the rest of the room. He spreads your legs wide with his knees, his hands gripping your hips. You feel the blunt, wet head of his cock press against your hole. There's no teasing, no waiting. This isn't about seduction anymore. It's about claiming. He pushes into you in one long, relentless stroke, and you gasp. His cock feels different—hotter, thicker, more significant than any of the others. "Feel that?" he growls, his voice a low rumble as he bottoms out inside you, his heavy PA pressing deep against your insides. "Feel my PA scraping your insides? I'm scratching you up, making thousands of tiny little wounds for my venom to get into. I'm opening the door for my army to invade." He begins to fuck you, his strokes deep and powerful, his rhythm deliberate and punishing. But then, something shifts. His grip on your hips becomes bruising, his breath turns into a guttural snarl. He's no longer a man; he's a beast, reduced to a single, primal purpose. His massive, spear-like cock pistons into you, the heavy PA a blunt instrument hammering against your deepest walls with every brutal thrust. It's not pleasure; it's a furious, possessive onslaught. He slows for a moment, burying himself to the hilt. Instead of long strokes, he begins to short-stroke, grinding his hips in tight circles while staying deep inside you. You can feel the heavy PA move inside you, a dense metallic weight tapping against your inner walls, like the clapper of a deep, silent bell tolling only for you. "Look at you," he snarls, his voice a mix of lust and genuine admiration. "So desperate to be destroyed. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see that perfect, smooth skin that I can't wait to mark. I see those lean muscles, that flat stomach, that tight ass—all of it so healthy, so strong. It makes me so fucking hard to know I'm going to ruin it. I'm going to poison that perfect, healthy body from the inside out." His hand slides up your chest and wraps tight around your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make your head swim with a dizzying mix of fear and lust. "Say it. Beg me to poison you." His verbal poison is the final trigger. You feel a profound shift inside you, a psychological lock clicking open. All the frantic energy, all the desperate searching—it all melts away. You go completely limp beneath him, surrendering not just your body, but your mind, your will, your entire quest to him. You are no longer a hunter; you are the territory being claimed. "My doc says my viral load is off the charts," he continues, his voice hot against your ear as he feels your surrender. "He calls it a 'viral tsunami'. You're not just taking a load, you're about to drown in it." He feels your surrender. With a final, roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the villa, he buries himself to the hilt and unloads. You feel it not just as warmth, but as a pressure, a force. "I'm gonna burn that negative test result out of your bloodstream," he grunts, his cock pulsing. "I'm gonna replace all your healthy white cells with my dirty, toxic soldiers. I'm gonna make you sick in the most beautiful way." And then, as suddenly as it began, the beast is gone. He collapses on your chest, his weight heavy but comforting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He releases your throat, and you suck in a desperate lungful of air. He kisses your neck, a series of soft, tender kisses. "Shhh," he whispers, his voice once again the gentle, loving daddy. "I've got you. I've got you now." He stays buried inside you, his cock softening against your tender walls. When he finally pulls out, the sudden emptiness is a shock, but it's instantly replaced by the familiar, full pressure of a large metal plug he pushes into your hole, sealing his load inside. "Don't want to waste any of this," he murmurs, pulling you into his arms, your back against his chest as he drapes a blanket over you both. "Once this takes, you're ruined for the clean world," he whispers, his voice a low promise against your ear. "You'll never go back. You'll always be marked, always be mine. Every time you get sick, you'll be thinking of me. That flu you're waiting for? That's the receipt. The proof of purchase. I'm buying you, body and soul, and the fever is the brand." You lie there in the firelight, listening to his heartbeat slow, his arms a secure cage around you, utterly claimed and content. But the rest is a temporary peace. You feel his cock begin to harden again against your back, and the cycle begins anew. He rolls you over, pushes your legs to your chest, and the beast returns. This time, his fucking is less about pure brutality and more about overwhelming, relentless stamina. He pounds into you with a tireless, machine-like rhythm, his grunts a steady, primal beat in the firelit room. He's testing your endurance, breaking you down with sheer force and duration. When he finally floods you a second time, the load feels even hotter, more potent—a reward for having survived his relentless assault. He plugs you again, and you fall back into his embrace, your body aching with a profound satisfaction. But the beast is still not satisfied. You both drift in a haze of sex and exhaustion until you feel his cock begin to swell against you for a third time. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "One more," he whispers. "To make sure it takes." This time, he kneels between your legs before he enters. You watch in a mix of terror and anticipation as he fiddles with his PA. With a deft, practiced movement, he unscrews the heavy, smooth balls from the barbell, setting them aside like discarded jewelry. From a small dish on the coffee table, he picks up two new, sinister-looking attachments—sharp, metal spikes—and screws them into place on the barbell still embedded in his cock. The sight makes your hole clench involuntarily. "Now I'm gonna rip you up inside," he snarls, lining the spiked head up with your hole. "Gonna make some fresh wounds for my bugs to take hold." With that, he slams back into you. The sensation is indescribable—a white-hot flash of agony and ecstasy as the spiked PA tears at your already tender flesh, ripping you open from the inside. "Feel those spikes?" he grunts, his voice a ragged, triumphant snarl. "I'm carving a highway straight into your bloodstream." He's not just fucking you anymore; he's flaying you from within, ensuring his toxic venom has direct access to your bloodstream. He uses long, strong strokes, each one a deliberate act of destruction designed to tear you up so his bugs can better take. "Every stroke is planting it deeper," he growls, his rhythm never faltering. "I'm grinding my strain into your very DNA to knock you up." When he finally cums, it's a roar of absolute conquest. "Take it! Take the final dose!" he bellows, his body convulsing as he unloads deep inside your ruined hole. He plugs you one last time, the cold steel a shocking comfort against the raw, burning heat of your brutally violated hole. He doesn't just hold you this time; he arranges you both on the rug, pulling more blankets over your entwined bodies. You're facing him now, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as the fire dies down to a soft glow. You are boneless, a puddle of blissful exhaustion, completely and irrevocably his. The rest stop has become your new church, and the dark hours after dawn your sacred time. The woods belong to the creatures now—the poz trolls, gaunt and hungry, their eyes gleaming with a desperate, predatory light. They know you by name, or by reputation. They know you're the easy fuck, the grateful hole that takes their diseased loads without question, the one who cherishes their poison like a sacrament. You've already taken three of their loads tonight, your hole slick and tingling, a toxic cocktail simmering in your guts. You feel depraved, powerful, and alive. It's a Friday. Your phone buzzes, a sudden, jarring light in the gloom. It's your husband. “Running late, stuck in traffic. Love you.” Your heart pounds. A thrill, sharp and cold, shoots through you. More time. An extra hour of this beautiful filth. But as you slip the phone back into your pocket, you see him. He's not stuck in traffic. He's already here, deep in the woods, bent over a fallen log. And he's not alone. A gaunt, skeletal man you and Markus had been watching, the one with the hacking cough and sunken eyes, who has bred you less than an hour ago, is behind him, rutting into him with a frantic, desperate energy. That's my husband, a voice in your head purrs with a surge of dark, proud joy. My beautiful, dirty pig, taking a raw, toxic load from one of the sickest-looking trolls here. You've seen him here before, him not knowing that you know. But seeing him again follows with a wave of dark, exhilarating arousal. He's truly one of them. He's just as much of a pig as you are. A sense of proud, sick excitement overcomes you. Markus sees your excitement and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "He's a hungry little pig, isn't he?" he grunts, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Come on. Let's give him what he wants. Together." He pulls his own thick cock out of you unexpectedly. You try to clench your hole shut, but it's too late; all the toxic cum you've collected splatters from your gaping ass onto the ground, a wasted offering. Without a word, he nods you forward. Your legs feel weak as you step through the undergrowth, your own raw cock leading the way. Careful to avoid your husband seeing and recognizing you. Markus steps in front of your husband, who is still bent over and catching his breath. Markus sits down on the very log your husband was just leaning on, his massive, hard cock sticking up like a meaty flagpole. He grabs your husband's hips and pulls him down, guiding him until his slick, already-used hole sinks onto Markus's pole. Your husband cries out, a moan of pure pleasure as the heavy PA breaches him. "That's it, you fucking pig," Markus snarls up at him. "Ride that dirty cock. You like that metal crown churning up all that poison already inside you?" "Fuck yes," your husband groans, his voice a depraved rasp you've never heard before. "Churn up all that filthy juice inside of me. Fill me with more toxic seed. Make me a factory for your strain." The exchange is so filthy, so honest, it makes your head spin. This is the man you kiss good morning. As your husband starts to ride Markus with abandon, bouncing on his cock, Markus winks at you. He points a finger directly at the place where their bodies are joined, at your husband's stretched-out hole, now gripping his cock. An invitation. A poz troll who's been watching from the shadows puts a firm hand on your lower back, pushing you forward. You stumble closer until your own hard cock is pressed against your husband's lower back. Without even turning around, your husband reaches back, grabs your shaft, and pulls it down towards his already-plowed hole. There is no resistance. He's so well-used, so opened up, that you slide in beside Markus's thick pole with a slick, easy heat. The sensation is overwhelming. Your cock is trapped against Markus's, the two of you fucking him simultaneously. You can feel his PA, a hard, unyielding ridge of metal, rubbing against the sensitive underside of your shaft with every thrust. Then you hear it: a sharp, metallic tink-tink-tink as your two PAs click together inside his ass, a percussive rhythm that cuts through the grunts and moans and pushes you right to the edge. Just as your husband shouts out, "Give me your dirty seed! Knock me up for good!" you can't hold back any longer. The friction, the depravity, the clicking metal—it's all too much. You erupt, your own load adding to the toxic cocktail already churning inside him. But this time, the power dynamic has shifted. You're not the one being claimed. You're the one claiming. With a silent, knowing nod to Markus, you pull out, your cock dripping with the combined fluids of the night. Last time it was you husband, who left first and welcomed you home unknowingly. This time, you leave first. You walk away, leaving Markus to finish the job, to pump another legendary load into your husband's hungry ass. Seeing the line of creatures waiting to deposit their own poison, you know he'll be busy for at least another hour. You go home and shower, the secret of the night burning inside you, a new, potent kind of fuel. An hour later, your husband arrives home, feigning exhaustion from "traffic." He collapses onto the couch next to you, his arm around you as he flicks on Netflix. "Long night," he sighs. You just nod, kissing his temple. You are living a double life, a secret performance of staggering depravity. Under the blanket, you slide a hand down the back of your own jeans, pretending to scratch an itch. Your fingers find your own tender, loaded hole, still puffy and wet from the night's hunt. You push two fingers inside, scooping out a bit of the remaining cum. You bring your fingers up, hidden by the blanket, and smell them—the familiar, intoxicating scent of anonymous sex and toxic seed. Then, you lick them clean, tasting the night's conquest while you sit next to your unsuspecting husband. He nuzzles closer, completely oblivious to the fact that he's currently full of other men's cum, and that the man he loves is tasting the evidence of his own secret life. This secret performance, this shared, unspoken depravity, is a power more intoxicating than any load you've ever taken. The weeks bleed into a new kind of normal. You take dozens of loads, but still, nothing. No flu. No fever. No swollen glands. No symptoms at all. You know the lore; you know that not everyone gets the seroconversion sickness. You could be one of the lucky ones who converts silently, without the feverish baptism you crave. But silence isn't enough. You have to know. You can't stand the equation being unsolved for a moment longer. You plan to go to the clinic for a definitive answer tomorrow. Your cock twitches at the thought of returning to that sterile office—not for the test, but for the possibility of seeing him again. The young doctor. You want to taste the rage and poison that hangs around him like a cologne, to see if another negative result might finally provoke him to breed the answer into you right there on the exam room floor.

i've watched some of the televised cabinet meetings the White House put out, kinda creepy how everyone around the table seems to take turns fawning on Trump.

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

I fucking LOVE seeing a man in head to toe leather, showing a HUGE pouch. That draws me in, every time !

I would become a nullo in a heartbeat as a slave for a Master. I’ve even called clinics and gotten price quotes in case the situation ever arises. It’s been 15 years of thinking about it, so it’s more than just a fantasy. I see it as a version of being trans. I have the mindset of a slave, and in that role, my cock and balls are useless appendages. (My ass and my mouth are my sexual organs.) So removing them to become a nullo would bring my physical appearance in line with how my mind imagines my ideal body.

I just pre lube with Vaseline and let them go in "safe".

Sometimes I get those same fucked-up urges. I fantasize about dropping to my knees and letting one of them use my throat like it’s nothing. I’d bury my face in his filthy feet, breathing in the stink while he pisses all over me. I’d spread my legs wide, open and ready, and let him do whatever he wants. No condom. No words. Just shove it in and dump it all inside me. It turns me on so much it scares me!

Hot birthday party! Cannot wait to hear about round two!

Edited from original post in straight bi forum,June 26 It all started innocent enough. I was a tall dirty blonde 19 year old who never had any trouble getting sex. At 6', 180 pounds, broad shoulders, six pack, well developed arms and bubble butt my killer smile could reel the guys into my 8" cock from 100 yards. I didn't even have to work very hard at the gym, the handsome physic just came naturally. The other ass magnet was my carpet of thick hair on my golden tan chest. I love this part of my body and always wore my shirts buttoned down, muscular chest exposed . I never wanted a steady boyfriend friend. Why would I? I loved sex and I loved variety! The more the better. The night I started as a sex worker I was out with my buddies at a sports bar. A sexy silver fox of a man pushing 60 sent a drink over to me. My buddies teased me that I would fuck anything no matter the age. They weren't wrong and as much to josh them as anything I began sending flirting glances back at him. Three more drinks were delivered. The waiter pointed to the sexy older man each time. The guys were loving this and now I was tipsy enough to leave them, walk to him and run my fingers through his luscious hairy chest. We flirted and chatted for a while 'til he invited me to go home with him. I suggested we just do it in the bar bathroom, women or men's, I didn't care. Now his fingers traced through my chest hair and he said, "No I really want a chance to have time to explore this exquisite body. " He reached into his wallet and handed me a fresh crisp $100 bill. As we walked past my buddies with an arm over each other's shoulders I winked and flashed them the bill. My new career was started, and I gave him his monies worth of fucking. The next week my buddies and I were at the same table. They were jelousley drilling me about my experience with the old rich guy. I was very clear that I wasn't going to fuck and tell about the sex other than one detail. I had insisted on the use of condoms. "He wanted to fuck raw?" asked my best buddy. I just nodded my head. Later that night he arrived with two of his friends. Each pushing 60. Each silver muscle daddies. He came right to our table, leaned in and kissed me, reached into my open shirt and tweaked my nipple. Then he pushed further down and tucked three bills into my waist band. When he and his friends proceeded to the bar I pulled out the three crisp $100 bills to show my friends. As I was leaving with this group of hot older men my best buddy motioned me over to him. He quietly whispered in my ear; "Just call me in the morning and assure me you fucked all three raw, no more of that condom shit!" I simply smiled, winked and left with them. _________________________________ What started as me at 19 being hit on and paid by silver foxes for sexual favors changed in one encounter when I was 23. This particular life changing night everything seemed as usual. An older well healed man entered the bar. He sent me a drink. We engage in mutual flirting. He offered me 5 crisp new $100 bills and asked if I was okay with kink. We head off together to his place. Turned out he was from out of town, staying at a high end hotel. It's not 'til we got to his room that I start to realize I'd drifted into something I hadn't counted on. I guess this is what he'd meant when he asked if I was into kink. Maybe I should have asked more questions. The room was set up as a sex dungeon. Fuck bench, sling, St. Andrews Cross, straps, whips and a tonne of stuff I had never heard of or seen before. He ordered me to strip and stand facing the cross. My arms were lifted and strapped to the cross. My legs were spread and strapped to the floor. I thought this strange but decided to be a good sport. That's when the bathroom door opened and a naked 40 year old 6 ' 5" muscular man entered the room. He was already sporting an 11" erection. My patron for the night introduced me to his husband and informed me he really liked to watch his Hubby have a good time. In case I hadn't figured it out I was to be his hubbies good time. I considered protesting but realized in my current position I didn't have much bargaining power. Besides, hubby was fucking hot so why not put on a show. Hubby started by nibbling at my ear and whispering things he liked about my body. Blonde hairy bubble butt, broad tanned shoulders, well developed hairy chest, six pack and substantial cock. I was not surprised to notice that as he began to kiss and lick my neck my dick began to respond. I love sex so why not just go with the flow? Besides, it wasn't like I had a choice. Every cell in my body tingled as he kissed his way down my spine. When his tongue entered my hole I was so hard I feared I might blow my wad. I was now think, 'this is fuckin hot. ' He worked my hole for ten minutes before he stood and moved in to hug my back. His fingers traced my chest and played with my nipples. I could feel his erect cock between my legs and brushing against my taint. His husband brought him a bottle of lube and he began working lube into my ass. One finger, two fingers, quitting at four penetrating my hole. His fingers were removed and I noticed his husband lining the younger man's naked cock up with my ass. Although many of my customers offered to pay more I had never allowed raw sex. I made it clear I had no intention of accepting the bare cock. I was told I didn't have much choice considering my current position and 5 more $100's were tucked into my fingers. I shook my head and said 'No Way. " 5 more $100's, and the older husband guided the head of his younger partners cock into my ass. I was resigned to the fact I wasn't leaving this dungeon without taking my first raw dick up the ass. I would have to worry about my health later. A total of $1500 for one nights work and the fact I really didn't have a choice. I moaned my acceptance and nodded my approval. The older handed his husband poppers and he fed them to me one nostril at a time. My head began to swim and my ass began to relax to the pressure from the cock head. More poppers for both of us and his raw shaft was inside me balls deep. At this very moment warm lips wrapped around my cock. A sweet young twink had arrived without me noticing. The silver fox introduced me to his newest sex toy. "I breed him on a regular basis. Tonight he's being served your raw meat and going to plant few loads in you. " The twink gave a great blowjob which helped distract me somewhat from the naked pole drilling deeper and deeper into me. I 'd been fucked many times before but never by anything so massive. I had never felt so full and the sensation I could split in two. Despite the discomfort I was not hating this. In fact I was very turned on by the [banned word] act of a raw cock in my ass and a guys mouth working my cock. It was then that I realized I was meeting each of "hubbies" in strokes with an equal and opposite push back of my ass. I was not just getting fucked bareback, I was actively participating. "I bought you the man, breed him. " growled the silver fox. The twink pulled his mouth off my cock and managed to fit between me and the cross. My cock went into his eager ass hole. In this flash I was in my first of many raw fuck trains. Within a couple of minutes the husband was growling; "Fuuuuuuccck ... yoouuuu .... gigilo .... pumping my load deep in your fuckin guts. Take ... my ... fuckin ... load .... Arrrr!" I didn't feel the cum, but I did feel the ongoing contractions. I was very pleased with myself for bringing him to such a massive release. He pulled out far too soon for my liking. His massive tool was replaced almost instantly by the twinks 5 incher. Within four or five strokes I could feel the blast of every shot painting my guts and mixing with "Hubby's". I was then released from all bondage and led to the fuck bench. The twink's ass was waiting for me to finish what we had started. As I entered him and started to fuck something entered my rear portal. The silver fox was fucking me raw. He did so for about five minutes until his husband was back in me on the verge of another massive climax. As he blasted in me I loaded the twink with one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. We three men went to the shower where Hubby bred the twink as I pumped a load into Hubby. The second door from the bath led to a luxurious room with a massive hot tub and three king size beds. The silver fox watched and instructed each of his men to breed me yet again. I realized I wasn't tied up and could have easily refused to take these loads. But, what the fuck did a few more loads matter now. Besides, I was enjoying the entire ordeal way to much to protest. In fact I was very excited hoping the silver fox would breed me himself. When room service arrived with two carts brimming with food the daddy insisted that the two bell hops drop trou and dump two more fresh loads into my ass. I accepted them enthusiastically. 6 loads from four guys all in one night for my ass, virgin to bareback fucks. My sex escort career switched lanes in one life changing experience. I knew I needed to get to a clinic the next morning just in case some of those loads had been toxic. I didn't make that visit and four days later knew I would just have to live with any consequences. ___________________________________ I was worried sick but the fuck flu didn't arrive. Strangely, although I knew about it I didn't go on Prep either. My sexual services business to older men had been doing very well of late. The one goldmine night left my savings account more than flush. I decided to treat myself to a vacation. I booked a cruise on a 75' schooner among the Greek Islands. It was advertised as a gay naked cruise and would hold 10 guests. It turned out I was the youngest of the men on the cruise. The others were all shapes and sizes. Most of the men were gym bunnies by the look of them. Six stunningly beautiful crew would cater to our every need. And you will learn I mean every! The captain cut a handsome swathe waiting for us on the dock in his uniform of white shorts and buttoned down shirt. He was in his mid-60's and the white clothes showed off his beautiful Mediterranean tan. He was always smiling and had the sexiest dimples. It was also clear he sported a thick graying coat of body hair covering every inch of his body. This was fully revealed when we sailed from the harbor and he was the first to be fully naked as he commanded the boat from the wheel. His staff soon appeared also stark naked serving us complimentary drinks and collecting the clothes we were quickly stripping out of. The next youngest of the men, petite at about 4' 7" made his way over to my side and started to chat. He had no tan lines. Clearly no stranger to the sun. Very soon his hand rested on my bare knee and casually started creeping up my thigh as we bantered, joked and flirted. I decided to not hide the pleasurable effect this was having on my slowly engorging manhood. Others were clearly watching and neither he nor I cared. Not true, we wanted to get this party going with our sexual exhibitionism. When his fingers brushed my semi hard cock it gave a little leap. He took that as his invitation to bend down and take my cock in his mouth . He waisted no time in deep throating it and had no trouble managing my fully erect pole. The game was on and others were inspired to follow with a variety of sexual activities. There was one larger group exploring each other's naked bodies. Quite an orgy was in progress by the time the staff brought the next round of drinks. A handsome young lad that served my petite friend and offered me his sweet cock. Naturally I gobbled it down to the pubes. My eyes were pulled to a power couple about twenty feet away. One was a handsome 60 year old just like my Giglo business catered to. The other looked to be 45. Every part the younger man's body was well developed and beautifully proportioned like a Greek God. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I watched in awe as he rolled a magnum condom onto his 11 inch erection. When he slipped it inside the older man's ass their love making was like a dance it was so elegant. Except for one very exciting detail. This gorgeous top kept looking straight at me and flashing me his million dollar smile. I gently withdrew my cock from the expert lips and offered my twink the young crewman's member as a compensation. I made my way to the other couple and they both invited me into their stunning sexual conquest with deep passionate kisses. I licked my way down both their bodies and positioned my mouth at the penetrated ass. Here I could orally stimulate both their sexual organs. From time to time their fingers would stroke through my hair letting me know they wanted me to continue. Eventually the guy getting fucked cried out in orgasm. My mouth and the other guys sheathed cock had drawn him over the edge. The top pulled out, removed the condom, and offered me his still hard monster. It took some work but I was determined to deep throat his magnificent tool. He was soon vigorously face fucking me. My eyes watered profusely as I did my best to keep from choking. When he pulled me off his magnificent cock I moved up to sit on his eight pack stomach. I bent forward and we shared the most intense intimate kiss of my life. When I sat up we held each other intently with our eyes. It was clear to me he was reading my mind when he whispered; "I dare you. " I quietly responded; "Make it a double dare and I'm in." Not waiting for his response I raised my ass and placed his raw cock at my hole. He nodded; "Double dare!" With only spit for lube I started to push down on his raw rod. His mushroom head popped inside and I had to stop for some deep breathing. As I gained composure he started to push in little by little and it was not long 'til he had all eleven inches up inside me. It felt incredible! He pulled me forward and whispered in my ear; "Why double dare?" I moved to his ear and whispered back; "The first was to take your 11 inches up the ass, the second was to ride you bareback." "Nice " he responded, "Then the third dare is to ask me to pump my unmedicated poz load into your negative guts. " "Fuck man, a triple dare. Can't say I saw that coming." Inside I immediately went into panic mode but stayed calm on the outside and noticed I didn't get off his cock. He kept right on fucking me. I rode him like a bucking bronco. There was no way I was passing up a fucking by this Adonis. I figured I'd get him close and pass on the final dare. Fuck my adrenaline was flooding my system. As his breathing was getting erratic he pulled me down to whisper in my ear; "Triple dare buddy, what do you say?" I moved to his ear and was stunned by my response; "Triple dare back at yah. Fuck me full of all yah got! Do your best to knock me up with your poz load man!" Before I had finished he exploded in me and I spontaneously had the most powerful orgasm blasting all over his perfect chest and handsome face. The crowd had gathered to watch us and broke out with cheers and clapping. The cruise was off to a fine start although deep inside I wondered if I had gone to far. Hesitantly I looked at the Adonis that had just poz bred me. I pulled off his magnificent cock and got to work cleaning every drop of cum and ass juice greedily swallowing every morsel. I decided in that moment to feed my deep fear with danger and keep the adrenaline rush going. ______________________________________

Part 32 - Not So Straight Dennis had been manning the front desk at the hotel. It was the last home football game of the season and it didn’t look to be a winning day. It didn’t matter, the alums were in town by the carload and the hotel was booked solid. Even the party room, #152 was booked by an older gay couple who had invited Dennis to stop by later that evening to help break the couple’s new houseboy in. As game time grew near, the crowd had slowed and he finally got time for a quick break. He came back to the front desk and looked over and saw someone he recognized. The guy got up off the lobby chair and nervously walked over to the front desk and said to Dennis “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Chris and we met in the sauna here a month or so ago.” It had been a busy month, but Dennis smiled and said “Yeah, I was the second guy to have some fun with you. Weren’t you here with your wife and kids that weekend?” Chris nodded and Dennis asked “What can I help you with?” Chris stammered bit before saying “I had a really good time that weekend and was wondering if you knew where I could do that again?” Dennis chuckled before asking “What part of it did you like best or want to repeat? That was pretty spontaneous, so its kind of hard to just run into things like that again. I know that the other guy isn’t in town anymore, so some part of it would have to be different.” “Yeah, I know. But the whole damn thing was so hot. I never felt so alive and scared at the same time” Chris told Dennis. Dennis suddenly changed the conversation and said “I’m sorry sir, but we are all booked for this weekend. Maybe next weekend might work for you?” as one of the other customers walked by toward the breakfast area. Once the other customer was out of hearing range, Dennis went back to the original conversation, saying “Can I ask how you’ve been feeling since that weekend? If you remember, the other guest may have given you something.” Chris’s face turned pale and he said “Nothing out of the ordinary. I get a lot of colds with the kids around. Why?” Dennis smiled before saying “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if that was one of the things you liked. You should probably get tested anyway, especially if you’re having sex with your wife.” Chris looked embarrassed and told Dennis “Yeah, that was part of it. Do you really think I caught something? I’ve fucked her several times since then but I know she’s been cheating on me too.” An evil smirk came over Dennis’s face. With any luck, not only was Chris poz, but his wife and the guys she was doing were too. “You should go over to the Jones clinic and get tested to find out. If you want to make sure you got something, though, I think I know a few guys that can help you” Dennis said . “Fuck, that would be great!” Chris said excitedly. Dennis chuckled and motioned with his head and Chris followed him down the hall. Dennis unlocked a door and they walked through the back door of the Men’s locker room. “Let’s do this quick, I gotta get back to work” Dennis said as he unzipped his pants. Chris got on his knees and pulled Dennis’s hardening cock out of his underwear and began to suck it. Dennis was typing away on his phone “have bi slut in hotel locker rm. he needs loads”. He copied the text and sent it off to a few people. He set his phone down on the bench and then started to face fuck Chris. He shoved hard, forcing his thick cock into Chris’s throat, making him gag. After repeating that a few times, Dennis pulled his cock out and said “Get your clothes off and bend over the bench.” He laughed to himself as Chris was so eager to get fucked he almost fell over he stripped so fast. Dennis bent over and rimmed Chris’s hole a minute before standing up and pressing his cock against Chris’s tight pucker and watched his precum start to ooze out and cover the hole. Chris relaxed and Dennis’s cock sunk into the warm, soft tunnel. Dennis loved a pump and dump and knew he had to get back to the front desk quickly. He thrust his cock in all the way and heard Chris stifle his scream. “Yeah, that’s a good slut. Take my cock nice and deep. Let’s get you lubed up for the other guys I invited over to fuck you. I hope you weren’t planning on getting home soon” Dennis said softly as he picked up the pace and was fucking Chris harder. The door creaked open and Dennis looked over as Tony and Derrick walked around the corner. They started to rub their crotches as Dennis fucked. Dennis slammed his cock into Chris’s hole and felt his balls release their charged up seed. The shots of cum coated the walls of Chris’s fuck chute and Dennis pistoned his cock several times, pushing it in deeper. He slowly pulled his cock out and pushed any cum that tried to escape back into the greedy hole. As soon as they saw Dennis start to pull out, Tony and Derrick moved in. Derrick pressed his large cock to Chris’s lips and Tony just shoved his cock deep into Chris’s pussy. Dennis grabbed a towel and cleaned his cock, pulled his pants up and said “Have fun!” before walking out the side door and back to work. Tony kept drilling his cock in and out of Chris’s fuck hole enjoying the sloppy cunt, knowing it was going to be even sloppier when they were done. Few words were spoken as Tony fucked and Derrick stuffed Chris’s mouth with his long, fat cock. Chris figured there was no point in protesting his treatment, either one of the guys could easily take him by themselves, besides he was really enjoying being a piece of meat for strange guys to fuck. He had little clue as to who was fucking him now, he knew the guy fucking his face was tall, muscular and black, but that was all he could tell from the brief glimpse he got before his throat was filled with cock. Tony started hammering Chris’s hole and then pushed in hard and held it there as his cock twitched and pumped more toxic cum inside. Tony and Derrick swapped positions and Chris was tasting the cum from his ass as he cleaned and sucked Tony’s cock. Derrick forced his cock into the cum slick hole, hearing Chris scream out until his cock finally popped inside. Derrick let Chris get used to the thickness of his cock for a minute before he began driving his cock in and out. Derrick assumed that Chris hadn’t had any cocks as thick as his, but he really didn’t care. Guys like this were made to be cumdumps and they would learn to take all cocks eventually. He didn’t have an even fuck motion like many guys, Derrick liked to pull out slowly and then shove his cock in hard. Each time he thrust in, he forced Tony’s cock down Chris’s throat, muffling the screams Chris was trying in vain to make. Grabbing Chris’s hips, he shoved in hard, ripping past his second ring and held there for a while until he felt the ring stop spasming from the sudden invasion. He pulled back, past the second ring, then the first, looking at the tortured hole filled with cum and blood. Derrick slammed back in, Tony holding his cock deep inside Chris’s throat and grinning as Derrick did his best to wreck Chris’s pussy. You could see the sweat pour off Chris’s back and face. Derrick slowly pulled all the way out and with one more hard shove, buried his cock into Chris and felt his cock start to pulse, pumping more tainted seed into the father of two. “Aww, man. That holes gonna be all stretched out before I get to it” said a voice nearby. Tony laughed and said “Don’t worry Luis, I’m sure it will close up a bit before you fuck him.” Derrick’s body gave one more big shake as the orgasm ended, adding one more spurt of diseased spunk deep inside Chris. Derrick pushed Tony aside and let Chris concentrate on the cum covered shaft in front of him. Luis waited and watched Chris clean the cock that had just wrecked him and then began eating Chris’s hole. His tongue lapped and poked, tasting the coppery tasting cum. When he felt the hole gripping his tongue, he knew it would be tight enough to feel good around his cock. Luis stood up and without any warning, drove his cock all the way into Chris’s cunt. There was only a quiet yell from Chris this time and Luis pounded Chris’s hole without any warmup. Only five minutes of hard fucking and Luis screamed out himself and forced his cock in as deep as he could and shot several volleys of poz cum into Chris’s sloppy cumhole. “I heard you’re going to have a couple more guys stop by to use that sweet hole, papi, so don’t go nowhere” Luis said as he pulled his cock out and slapped Chris’s ass. Chris laid on the bench with his ass up and waited. He ran his finger over his fuck hole and felt the cum. He pushed it in and then sniffed his finger, smelling the cum before licking his finger clean. He was almost ready to give up when he heard the door creak open again. He raised his ass up like before, one knee on the bench and the other foot on the floor. He glanced back and saw another hispanic guy walking up rubbing his crotch. “Mmmm, thats a nice hole, papi. I hope it loves my special seed. It took 23 guys to make it and today’s the first day I feel good enough so I can share it.” Juan had been wanting to get pozzed for a couple years and finally it happened on his terms. The club gangbang a week after Joe, Kyle, Dennis, Steven and Aaron’s induction was the one that finally did it. There were only two bottoms that week but both of them got toxic loads that ended their neg days forever. Juan quickly had his pants down and was thrusting into Chris’s cum filled hole. He fucked hard and brutal, wanting to make sure that his seed helped charge this guy up. Chris wasn’t sure he could take much more pounding. Juan had been driving his cock into Chris for almost 20 minutes before he grabbed his shoulders and planted his cock and pumped seven volleys of viral cum into his ex-jock ass. Juan leaned over and whispered in his ear “I hear your wife likes to cheat. I want to give her the same gift I just gave you. Where can I find her?” Chris was in a daze and told him a few places she liked to go to and his home address without even thinking. “Thanks papi” Juan said as he pulled his cock out and pulled up his basketball shorts and walked out. Chris laid back down, his heart racing and his breathing was heavy. He was finally being the gay slut that he had always wanted to be. He slowly got up and walked back towards the sauna, the place where his current adventure had started. He grabbed a towel and went in, sitting down on the towel and trying to keep his hole closed to hold in all of the precious cum. He was relaxed and yet excited. The door to the sauna opened and in walked a tall, muscular guy about ten years older than him. He had a tanned furry body with several weathered tattoos and one fresh biohazard tattoo. His face had a full dark beard with some bits of gray in it and a determined look on his face. His muscles were those of a guy that did hard labor for a living, probably construction of some sort, not from steroids and gym workouts. “You the guy looking for some hot loads?” asked Carl. Chris grinned and said “yup”. “Then turn around and show me that ass” Carl said. Chris turned around and bent over the upper bench. Carl stood on the lower bench and rammed his cock all the way into Chris’s pussy. Normally that would have sent Chris screaming for the door, but his hole was so ravaged by the previous guys it was just a mild stinging that he felt. Carl started his slow, firm thrusts into Chris and continued for almost a half an hour. “Ya know, I used to be a total bottom slut like you that couldn’t get enough cock. Now, I can’t wait to breed another guy and knock his ass up.” Chris had never had a conversation while having sex, but kind of enjoyed hearing Carl talk to him while stroking his cock into Chris. Finally, Carl started to fuck faster and faster until he started to grunt loudly and his cock started spurting his newly charged cum into Chris’s doomed hole. “Nice, its like deja vu” Dennis said from the doorway to the sauna. Carl pulled his cock out of Chris and jabbed his fingers into the stretched out hole. He pulled his fingers out and sucked the cum off of them and walked back to the showers. Dennis walked up and said “Sit on the top bench, lets do it like the first time.” Chris turned around and slid on to the top bench with his ass hanging off. Dennis got on the lower bench and poked his cock into Chris’s swollen hole. Chris gritted his teeth as he felt Dennis’s cock bottom out inside him. It was a quick fuck, just like the one several weeks earlier. Quick, hard and purposeful. The only difference this time was that Dennis wasn’t shooting blanks, but now a very toxic potion of cum. Dennis had Chris folded up and his hands interlocked behind Chris’s neck. He stared deep into his eyes as he pounded and mixed up the collection of poz strains in Chris’s cunt. The strokes started getting ragged and Dennis began dumping another load of bug filled cum into Chris. He pulled out and looked at Chris. “Thats all the guys I could get today, but that should fuck you up. I left the address of the clinic and who to ask for with your clothes. They’re waiting for you today. They’ll test you and let you know what your current status is. If its neg, then get tested again in a month or so. Good luck!” Dennis left the sauna and quickly showered before going back to work. Chris just stayed in the sauna for several minutes contemplating what his future was going to be. He went over to the clinic and asked for an STD test by Tyler. Chris went back a few days later and was told that the test showed negative for all the standard STDs that they screen for. As he pulled up to his house after getting the results, he saw a strange car in the driveway. He waited in his car in front of the neighbor's house and soon watched Juan walk out the front door after kissing Chris’s wife.

Part 31 - Used and Dumped? Aaron had been spending most of his non-work time at Nick’s apartment. It had started simply enough with him fucking Nick a few times a day and had morphed into them flip fucking every time. His ass was sore and people at work had commented that he always looked tired. He wasn’t complaining since he loved being around and in Nick. His gut had a bad feeling that it would all end soon when Nick got what he wanted. Half of him wanted Nick to be poz and half wanted things to stay as they were. Another thing was bugging him - the time it was taking for Nick to get sick. He kept thinking about his own conversion and the timing. The hookup in the ABS with the guy that told him he was giving him AIDS was too close to when he got sick and then tested for him to have been the one. Who then? When he got off work, Aaron sat in his car thinking and picked up his phone and sent off a text message. It simply said “Are you poz?” He set the phone down and started driving back to Nick’s place. Mark was laying on the couch surfing for a hookup. Eric had been busy with work projects, so Mark was fulfilling his need for sex with hookups. His phone buzzed and he picked it up. He read the message and got a knot in his stomach. He hadn’t heard from Aaron since the day he found out he was poz. He had gotten updates from Joe and was happy that things seemed to be going well for Aaron. He wasn’t sure how he should respond to Aaron’s question. Should he be truthful? Apologetic? Lie? Maybe he should just ignore it or blacklist his number. He wasn’t sure it was the right thing to say, but he replied “yes.” There was a long pause since Mark had sent his reply. He started to get worried. Once Aaron got to Nick’s apartment he read the message from Mark and smiled. Aaron: did u know u were poz? Mark: yes Aaron: did u want to poz me? Mark: no Aaron: just fuk? Mark: just bj but got too horny Aaron: why no condom? Mark: didn’t have any & never use em Aaron: regret pozzing me? Once again, Mark wasn’t sure how to respond. He hadn’t regretted pozzing anyone but this might have been the exception. Finally Mark sent back “sorry.” Aaron quickly replied “don’t be sorry. very glad it happened now. I’ve met a lot of great people and learned so much. May have found a bf too.” Mark wasn’t sure what to say next and was a little confused. He called Aaron to make sure he was really serious. Aaron laughed and said “I was fuckin scared when I got sick. That other guy really got to me. Now, I don’t even know if he really was poz or had AIDS.” Mark replied “Well, you said you had bare sex with a few guys the weekend I was there. It might have been one of them.” Aaron chuckled and said “I just sucked those guys. I didn’t want you to think that I never got fucked. You were only the fourth guy to fuck me in my life and it had been a few months since the last guy and the other two were in high school. ” “Oh fuck. There goes my excuse. I guess it was me. I really felt guilty after I got home. I even told my brother that I was” Mark said meekly. Aaron smiled seeing that he had the upper hand. “When I got sick and then went to the clinic I wanted to kill the guy that pozzed me. I even thought about killing myself. But you were there and you helped me. And the guys and staff that I met at the clinic helped too. I’ve been having fun with some of the guys, I have a bunch of new friends and have had some amazing sex. Now that I know that I’m not going to die right away and have this special power, I’ve never been so happy.” Mark thought a moment and decided he might as well let Aaron know everything. He then asked “Who were these guys you met at the clinic?” Aaron laughed “Just some sickos that were trying to get pozzed. They’re really nice guys though. I told you about Dennis. He talked to me a lot. Joe and Kyle helped me too. Their roommate Steven was kind of quiet but he helped me get over my fears. I’m really glad I met them.” “Aaron, I need to confess. Joe is my brother. He’s the one I went to see that weekend I visited. And when you called all freaked out, I asked him to be there to make sure you were ok when you got your results. He was already planning on going to the clinic that day, I just asked him to be there when you said you were going.” Mark said. “What? You set me up with them?” Aaron asked. “No, you met them by chance the first day. He told me he met a guy that sounded like you at the clinic and I just asked him to watch over you at the clinic when you got your results and make sure you were ok. I didn’t ask him or his friends to do anything else. Joe said he and his friends really liked you after you met them the first day. They got really concerned when you went back for the results and passed out.” “Oh, ok. I really thought they were my friends” Aaron said. “I know they are. And its not just about sex. They care about you. I’ve gotten several messages keeping me up to date on how you were and a couple weeks ago Joe said that he thought you were going to be ok and for me not to worry” Mark replied. “Well, I haven’t talked with any of them the past week or so. I’ve been busy with a guy that Joe introduced me to. Well, more than that. We had fuck party to poz the guy up. It was one of the guys I went to high school with and had a crush on but I thought he was straight. He’s the guy I mentioned about maybe being my boyfriend. “I didn’t try to trick you Aaron, I just thought it would be less creepy if you didn’t know that Joe was my brother” Mark explained. “I hope it works out with this guy, but remember first relationships rarely last - gay or straight. Enjoy your time together and try to be friends if it doesn’t work out.” “Ok, Mark. Thanks for being honest with me now. I’m at Nick’s place and I have to go. Bye” said Aaron. “Take care and please keep in touch, Aaron. Bye” Mark answered. Aaron hung up the phone and walked up the stairs and into the apartment. Laying on the couch was Nick, shivering and covered with a blanket. He looked pale and moaned in pain. Aaron remembered when he got sick and it wasn’t nearly as bad as Nick looked. Nick looked at him and forced a grin on his face. “Thanks bud, I think it finally happened.” “Damn, Nick, you look bad. What do you need?” Aaron said. “Your cock. Fuck me one more time” replied Nick. Aaron’s heart sank. Did he really mean it? Just one more fuck and he was to just leave? Never to be together again? Were his fears really happening? He tried to hold back the tears as he said “I don’t think thats a good idea, Nick. But what do you mean?” Nick looked up and couldn’t figure out why Aaron was playing hard to get for the first time since they’d started fucking. “Just fuck me and give me another poz load.” Aaron started to sob and finally blurted out “if you just want me around until you’re poz then I should just leave now. I thought we had something more, but if all you want is poz cum then there are lots of other guys that can give it to you.” He walked back to the bedroom and bathroom and quickly collected his clothes and the things that he had left in the apartment. When he walked back in the living room he saw Nick leaning against the door, blocking the way. “Please don’t go. I didn’t mean it that way. All I wanted was to be with you while I changed from being a neg guy to poz. We’ll be two poz guys together after this is over. I’ve never been closer to anyone than you. I don’t want it to end.” Aaron dropped his stuff and hugged Nick, ashamed that he let his emotions get the better of him. Aaron was holding Nick upright and Nick’s strength was fading fast. Aaron helped him back into the bedroom and put him into bed. Aaron took his clothes off and climbed in next to Nick and was in-between his legs. Nick was like a rag doll, but they both needed this fuck. Nick faded in and out of consciousness as Aaron drilled his cock into the scorching heat of Nick’s fevered body. His cock pumped several shots of diseased semen into Nick’s gut. They both fell sound asleep, holding each other tight. Aaron spent the next few days nursing Nick back to health even taking time off work since he didn’t want to leave Nick alone. Joe’s escort phone buzzed with a message. When he got out of class, he read the message from Ric. “Thanks for last sunday. mom pissed about tat, earrings. ppl at school all love it. met some new guys. fukd 3. found out friend from grade school has had crush on me for 5 yrs. u r right about figuring out who is interested. surprised how many. fem guy been hitting on me today.” Joe smiled and tapped out a response “yw. good to hear u r ok and doing good. ur mom will be ok after she gets used to it and sees u r happy. u interested in gs friend? keep fuckin. have fun. let me kno how it goes” He got a reply back quickly from Ric “she already sees change in me. much happier. gs guy wants 2 date. I want to fk around. will do.” Joe grinned and was happy to hear from Ric and he wondered what was going to happen when he converts. — A few days later Joe was studying and heard someone banging on their apartment door. He looked through the peephole and saw Aaron. He opened the door and Aaron burst in. “You fucker! You’re Mark’s brother and you never told me. You knew what he and I did and never said a word. What the fuck?” “Oh, jeez, Aaron. Calm down. We met before Mark even knew. Yeah, Mark asked me to be at the clinic to make sure you were ok when you found out if you were poz or not. Thats all he asked me to do. He was worried about you. The rest of it was genuine. We all thought you were a cool guy and now you’re almost like a brother to us.” Joe hugged Aaron and stayed there holding him for a few minutes letting him cool down. Finally Aaron sobbed “Really? You’re just not saying it?” “No, of course not. We’ve gone through some stuff that have bound us together. I care about you. Kyle does too. I know Dennis does too” Joe reassured Aaron. “How is Nick doing? I heard he was pretty sick.” “Yeah, he was pretty bad. I’m glad I wasn’t that sick. He didn’t end up in the hospital like Jeff, at least.” Aaron said before adding “I guess he’s feeling better since he’s trying to figure out who to breed first.” Joe laughed and said “I remember being like that. You were a lot saner than we were.” “No I wasn’t. I was scared. You guys chased and knew what was going to happen. I was just Mark’s victim. But it worked out. I met you guys. I met Nick. I stopped being scared of being gay and then scared of being poz. Sorry I yelled at you earlier. I just felt like you guys set me up” Aaron said. Joe hugged Aaron again, but this time he kissed him. As the kiss turned passionate, Aaron’s hands roamed over Joe’s body as Joe groped Aaron. Soon, Aaron pulled Joe’s shirt off and had his hands inside Joe’s shorts, grasping his cock and feeling it stiffen in his hand. Joe was sliding his hand down the back of Aaron’s jeans and fingered his hole. Aaron whispered in Joe’s ear “I need that cock inside me. The last pierced cock I had was your brother’s when he was pozzing me up. I loved how it felt inside me.” Aaron pulled Joe’s shorts off and moved over to the couch, unbuttoning his jeans as he walked. He pushed them down as he knelt on the couch. Joe was right behind him and grabbed the poppers and lube off the table next to the couch. Aaron took a hit of poppers while Joe lubed his cock up and teased Aaron’s hole with his piercing. Slowly Joe pushed his cock against the tight pucker until he felt it start to enter Aaron. Aaron moaned “Oh god yeah. I love how that feels. I like Mark’s ring better, its bigger.” Joe thrust his cock in deeper and Aaron gasped. Each stroke punched deeper into Aaron’s tight hole. He hadn’t been fucked since Nick had gotten sick and he really needed it. Aaron was still a bottom at heart and while he thought he had become a very good top, he still loved feeling a guy fuck him. Joe moved closer to Aaron and pushed his chest against Aaron’s back as he fucked. He wrapped his arms around Aaron’s chest and his head rested on Aaron’s shoulder. Joe quietly spoke into Aaron’s ear “You know we really are brothers. Mark pozzed both of us. All the other guys took loads from several guys, but Mark is the only one to breed us poz.” Joe’s cock pummeled Aaron’s hole, slamming in while his arms held Aaron tight. “Fuck me Joe, breed my ass like only a brother can do” Aaron begged. Aaron was milking Joe’s cock as he fucked and Joe was close when Aaron clamped down on his cock when it was deep inside him. Joe’s cock spewed shot after shot of tainted seed into Aaron and both felt his hole fill with cum. Joe’s cock had stopped shooting and his cock was softening, but Joe still held Aaron tight. After a few minutes, Joe finally released Aaron and they both sat down on the couch. “Oh, shit. I hope I didn’t ruin things between you and Nick. You’re not cheating on him, are you?” Joe asked. Aaron chuckled. “No. We have been doing a lot of talking while Nick has been sick and we decided it had to be an open relationship. We’re both too horny and love fucking other guys. As long as we don’t neglect the other, we can fuck whoever we want. Oh, and I’m moving in with him at the first of the year.” “Congrats Aaron. That’s great news. That’s how Kyle and I do it. I love him but I need other cocks and asses. Since I escort, it kind of forced it that way. Its been working out great, but Kyle tells me when I haven’t spent enough time with him. Don’t be afraid of telling Nick the same thing” Joe said. Aaron got dressed and kissed Joe. “Next time, I get your ass” Aaron said as he walked out the door. — Joe was chatting back and forth with an escort prospect and got another message from Ric. It had been four days since he last heard from him. He read the message “Dave, I’m scared. woke up sweating last nite. sore throat, body hurts. fever. am I gonna die?” Joe sent back a message “no, but u r prob converting. watch ur temp. drink fluids. see doc if temp too high. txt me at least every day or when u have questions” The messages kept coming over the next six days. Joe got updates telling him what his fever was and what had changed - the rashes that showed up, the aches, the swollen glands. His mom and dad watched over him and wanted to take him to the doctor, but he refused. He was out of school for just over a week and when he returned, two of his new gay friends cornered him asking about the flu he had. They both asked if he thought he had gotten infected and Ric just played it cool saying no, it was just the flu, nothing else. One guy, Jason, Ric had fucked several times in the past week since they had met. Jason visited him several times while he was out sick and realized that no one else caught the flu Ric had. He thought he knew what was going on and the thought of taking a possibly infected load of cum from Ric turned him on. He had been getting fucked by three other guys, but he stopped seeing them and kept close with Ric. Two days after Jason went back to school Jason asked Ric to come by his house after school and they could have some time alone until his parents got home from work. Ric and Jason made out in his bedroom and talked about things that Ric had missed when he was out sick. Ric seemed reluctant to fuck Jason, which was different than all the other times they had gotten together. Jason finally forced the issue and unbuttoned Ric’s jeans and started to suck his cock. Ric had been trying to be celibate for a week or two until he could get to the clinic and find out for sure if he was now poz. But his willpower to avoid sex melted away as Jason sucked his cock. Jason was an experienced cocksucker and soon had Ric’s hormones raging. Ric’s next thought was to only cum from the blowjob and the likelihood of him infecting Jason would be low. Jason had other plans. Jason worked his pants down while he sucked. Ric’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed Jason’s oral attention to his cock. Jason now only had his tee shirt and socks on and his cock was as hard as it had ever been. He spit on his fingers and then used them to wet his hole. In one swift move, he stopped sucking and climbed on top of Ric, positioning his wet cock on his hole. He took a deep breath and and forced himself down on Ric’s cock as Ric yelled out “No!!!” Ric’s cock ripped into Jason’s cunt and he tried not to scream as the pain spread through his body. He needed to be fucked since it had been almost two weeks since the last time, and Ric had become the guy that satisfied his sexual needs best. With Ric’s cock deep in his gut and his body no longer spasming from the sudden invasion, he started to ride Ric. Ric kept trying to throw him off, but just made the fuck that much harder. Jason had all the leverage and soon was taking the full length of Ric’s thick cock. Each thrust hurt and he knew he probably had numerous tiny tears in the walls of his rectum, but it excited him even more. Ric stopped trying to get Jason off his cock and watched Jason fuck himself on his stiff shaft. He felt like he was being raped and wondered if a top could be raped by a bottom. His reticence to the fuck faded fast and he enjoyed what might be his first fuck as a poz guy. Jason rode him hard and was trying everything he knew to get Ric to blow his load inside him. With his ass milking Ric’s cock, one hand pinching Ric’s nipple and the other rubbing his taint and pushing into his hole, Ric couldn’t wait any longer. Ric reached up and grabbed Jason’s arms and pulled him down so his cock was as deep inside Jason as it would go and started shooting his cum deep within him. Neither knew what Ric’s status was, but it didn’t matter anymore as the deed had been done. Ric didn’t remember Jason shooting his load all over his chest and face, nor how many shots of seed he had planted inside Jason. It seemed like his cock had shot hundreds of times and was still hard. Jason leaned forward and kissed Ric. Neither one said anything about the potential that Jason had just been infected but they both knew it and were both excited about the prospect. Jason pulled off of Ric’s still half-hard cock and licked up all of the cum that was on Ric’s body and face. They ran through the shower quickly before Jason’s family got back home and Ric headed back to his house for dinner. While he walked home, his mind was filled with thoughts about what he had just done. Maybe he shouldn’t wait to go up to the clinic. Maybe he should take Jason with him and they could give him something so he didn’t get infected. Jason was the one that wanted it though. Maybe he wanted to be infected. His parents noticed that Ric was distracted all through dinner, but didn’t say anything. Ric studied most of the evening and then went to bed. Ric had been sleeping but awoke sweating again. It was getting better but still worried him. He was just about to doze off again and he heard his door open. He glanced at the alarm clock and it said 1:30 AM. His dad walked in and went over to the bed. Frank leaned down and kissed his son on the forehead. “Are you awake?” Frank asked quietly. “Yeah, I just woke up” Ric whispered. “Can you fuck me like the last time?” Frank asked. “I don’t have condoms, dad. Dave thinks I’m poz now” Ric replied, still whispering. “I don’t care and it may not matter. I can’t stop thinking of when you and him fucked me and I need to feel it again” Frank said. A smile came over Ric and he sat up in bed, his cock getting hard as he thought about it. “Get on your knees next to the bed” Ric said as he got up and pulled his shorts off. Frank’s arms and chest were on the top of the mattress and he spread his legs giving access to his hairy ass. Ric spit on Frank’s hole and then on his hand, rubbing the saliva around his now stiff cock. Ric pushed, but Frank’s ass was closed tight. He then pushed his index finger into his father’s hole and felt it yield and he pushed his finger in further. He fucked with his finger like he remembered Dave had done with him and then worked a second finger in. He tried to remember how Dave had moved his fingers - twisting and pushing in and out - and mimicked those with his dad’s hole. When he felt that it was loose enough, he tried again with his cock. This time, Ric’s cock was able to enter the tight ring. It didn’t go in easy, but he added more spit and pushed in harder. “I need to get some of that lube that Jason had” Ric thought. Ric worked his cock deeper and deeper, rocking his hips and he heard his dad moan. Once he had gotten almost all the way in and was bumping into his dad’s inner ring, Ric began to fuck with longer strokes. He tried to be quiet so his mom wouldn’t hear them and walk in and find him fucking his dad. Frank quickly acclimated to the girth of his son’s cock deep inside his manpussy. When it hurt he bit into the bed sheets, but mostly moaned and enjoyed the feeling of his son’s sizable cock fucking him. Between Frank getting used to the thickness of Ric’s cock and the large amounts of precum that Ric was leaking, Ric could now start thrusting in hard into his father. Frank responded by using his ass muscles and milking Ric’s cock. Ric looked at the clock and saw it now said 2:12. He knew he had to finish soon and he wanted to cum, but didn’t want to poz his father. His breathing got labored and his thrusts got erratic and he was about to pull out and shoot his cum on his dad’s back when his dad turned his head and whispered back “Cum inside me son. Give me that seed.” Ric always got aroused when he heard a bottom tell him to cum inside but to hear his father say it hit him hard. In less than a second he was pumping his seed deep inside Frank. Several ropes of probably toxic seed coated Frank’s guts. Ric stood there as his body shook from the orgasm and his balls emptied into his dad. Ric leaned forward and whispered in his dad’s ear “Thanks.” “No, thank you, Ric” Frank said. Ric then whispered “stay right there” and pulled his semi-hard cock out and moved over and pulled the plug Dave had gotten him out and went over to Frank who was still on his knees next to the bed. Ric pushed the plug into his father’s ass and then sat down on the bed. Frank looked up at Ric, smiling. He moved over and licked Ric’s cock and balls clean, tasting his son’s cum for the first time. Ric fucked and bred Jason and his dad over the next week. Monday morning Frank walked up to Ric at the breakfast table and handed him the keys to the car. “You should go up to the clinic Dave told you about after school today. I told your mom you’re picking up a few things for me and will be home late today. Just go up there, get tested and come back, OK?” Frank told Ric. “Ok, dad.” During lunch he sent a message to Dave and said “Going to get tested today” but didn’t hear anything back. He checked his phone again between his next class and there was a reply from Dave “Good. what time?” He sent back “abt 4.” Ric walked up to the building and looked at the sign - Jones Sexual Health Clinic. He took a deep breath and walked into the clinic and looked around, thinking that Dave might be there to help him but he didn’t see Dave among the dozen or so people in the waiting room. He had never been nervous going to the doctor, but this time was different. He re-read the info Dave had given him and went up to check in. The receptionist told him that first he had to fill out some forms - “Please be honest, we don’t share this information with anyone other than the staff who see you” he told Ric. Ric turned around and found a chair to sit in and fill out the forms. He was surprised about the personal information that they asked and was embarrassed to tell them about the amount of sex he had. He took the forms back and the receptionist said to have a seat and it would probably be about twenty minutes. He kept scanning the room looking for Dave to show up and finally decided that Dave wasn’t interested in seeing Ric again since he did what he was hired to do a few weeks ago and was just being polite by answering his text messages. He was surprised at the guys that he saw in the waiting room. Many seemed to be about his age. Some acted very effeminate and some were jocks and others just regular guys. There was an older guy that looked like he was in construction and another older guy in a suit. His cock twitched as he checked them all out and he chuckled to himself when he realized he wouldn’t mind fucking with every one of them. The nurse came out and called “Ric.” He started to get up and realized he had put his full name down on the forms. He sat back down and looked to see who else got up. No one did and when the nurse called out “Ric” again, he got up and went to the nurse. He gave his full name to the nurse and she assured him that he was who she was asking for. He followed her to the exam room and got weighed, his temperature and blood pressure taken and told to wait. The doctor came in and went over his forms, smiling and saying “You seem to have a pretty big sexual appetite there.” He asked about his recent flu and for all of his symptoms. The doctor then examined him thoroughly. He enjoyed feeling the doctor’s finger in his ass and the swab in his cock less so. The doctor told him that the next step was to take a blood sample and he should come back on Wednesday or Thursday to get the results. “Can’t I get them over the phone?” Ric asked. “No, we prefer to have patients here when we give that kind of information out. Some people don’t deal with the news well and we want to be able to help them through it if the results cause them stress” the doctor explained. “OK” Ric said. The doctor escorted him down to the waiting area for the blood test. There were two other guys already waiting and he sat down in the next empty chair. The guy next to him looked to be a few years younger than him and still had peach fuzz on his face. Ric could sense that he was even more nervous than Ric was. “Is this your first time too?” asked Ric. “Yeah” the boy said after several seconds. “Nothing to worry about” said the guy first in line and then said “They’re good. I never feel any pain when they take blood here. Been getting tested every three months since I was your age.” The door opened and a tall middle eastern guy in his mid-thirties walked out “See you in a month, Tyler.” Finally Ric got his turn and went in to get his blood drawn. Ric walked in the room and closed the door. Ric was surprised by the guy in the lab coat who was going to take his blood. He was really sexy and looked like he should be modeling expensive clothes, not taking blood in a clinic. “Hi, you’re Ricardo or Ric?” Tyler asked. “Yeah” I am. How does everyone know my nickname?” Ric asked. “Its a pretty common nickname” Tyler said before asking “I do have a question for you thats not normal procedure. Do you have any tattoos?” Ric was surprised at the question, but this was the first doctor visit since he got his tattoo. “Yeah I do. I just got it a few weeks ago. Is it going to affect the blood test?” “No, not at all. May I see it?” Tyler asked innocently. “Uh, ok” Ric said with a puzzled look on his face. He pulled his shirt off over his head and revealed the tattoo on his chest. Tyler looked it over and smiled. “Very nice work. Most guys your age get small, crappy random tattoos or flash tattoos where thousands of other guys have the same one. You can leave your shirt off while I draw blood, it gives me something nice to look at while we fill the vials.” Ric snickered and said “OK” and laid out his arm. Tyler took four vials of blood and then told Ric he could put his shirt back on. “We’re running a bit behind on getting blood work done, so can you come back on Thursday for the results?” Tyler asked. “Uh, sure” Ric replied as he tucked his shirt back into his jeans. “Good. It’s better if you make an appointment with the receptionist. One more thing” Tyler said as he put the labels on the blood vials. “Dave asked me to tell you that he’s sorry he couldn’t make it today. He was a little tied up. But he will be here on Thursday if you come at the same time.” Ric grinned and realized thats why they knew his nickname. He went back to the lobby and made the appointment. As he walked towards the door, the boy that was next to him to get his blood test was sitting in a chair by himself crying. Ric sat down next to him and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Its going to be ok. Don’t worry” Ric said. The boy turned to him and said “I don’t want to die. I was just having some fun.” Ric smiled at him. “Really, you don’t need to worry. We all die sometime, but I think you probably have a long life ahead of you. I’m sure they are going to help you here if you need it” Ric said as he got up and went back to the car. Thursday he drove back to the clinic. He made up a story for his mom that the stuff he was supposed to get for his father on Monday they couldn’t find and he had to go back to pick them up now that they had found them. He arrived at the clinic again and went in. He talked to the receptionist and took a seat waiting for his name to be called. Once again, he looked around and didn’t see Dave anywhere. The nurse called his name and he went back just like on Monday. He waited for the doctor to show up and after almost fifteen minutes a different doctor walked through the door. “Hello Ric. I’m Dr. Simms and I’m the infectious disease specialist here. I’ll be taking over your case and will be treating you from now on. We have the results from the lab and you have tested positive for HIV. Your viral load is very high, but your CD4 counts look good. My guess is that you were recently infected. Do you have any idea when you might have been exposed to HIV?” Ric tried to hide his smile and said that it could have been about four weeks earlier. “Ah, ok. Your forms indicate you have been very active sexually since then and you never have protected sex. That means that you may have infected everyone you have had sex with since your seroconversion. You should let them know, if you can. I realize that sometimes it is not possible. It looks like that is only two people from your forms, which is fewer than I would have thought. Many guys your age have several partners in a week” Dr. Simms said. From his tone, Ric thought that he was being ridiculed for not being a big enough slut. He wanted to yell out “I was a fucking virgin two months ago! How much sex can I have?” “We’ll be taking another blood test to see how your viral load is progressing“ the doctor told Ric who nodded. “Now, I understand that some people in your situation want to help others who are in need of having a more positive future and I commend that. I would actually encourage you to be more sexually active now. It will help you psychologically overcome this news. Getting back on the horse, as it were. We will delay any significant treatment until you are ready or your body shows signs of serious deterioration. We want you to continue a full happy life that is sexually active and rewarding. I realize that our clinic isn’t convenient to where you live and I assume most of your sex partners are near there too, but I would appreciate it if you sent them to us for diagnosis and treatment. You should be able to help us boost our numbers down near the city quite effectively.” Ric was listening closely and it seemed the doctor was encouraging him to spread the virus to as many people as he could. “You want me to have more bare sex and not take medication?” Ric asked. “Exactly” the doctor replied. “Since you don’t live locally, I’ve modified our testing schedule. Please visit us once a month for the next year to get your blood tested. I would also like you to inform our lab tech, Tyler, of how many people you have had sex with. If he is not available, you can omit that information and give it to him on your next visit. Now, please stop by and get your blood drawn from Tyler who will give you more information. Congratulations, Ric.” The doctor got up and directed Ric to get his blood drawn and was still in a state of shock. Tyler took him in and closed the door. “Welcome back, you stud. Lost your virginity and willingly got pozzed in the same weekend. And you’ve been sharing when you knew you were probably infected. You’re going to be quite the pozzer” Tyler said as he prepped Ric’s arm and the syringe. “Do you know if you have been successful with these two guys?” Tyler asked as the needle slipped into Ric’s arm. “No, I don’t. Both seem to be ok so far” Ric answered. After thinking about it a few seconds he said “Are you guys kidding me? You want me to infect other guys?” Ric asked. Tyler chuckled and said “We don’t do that with everyone. But some patients we get seem to like spreading their gift around and we encourage them. Its more business for us and I like to meet fellow poz guys, maybe for some off-work fun. We normally don’t do this with people that don’t live around here, but Dave recommended that we make an exception for you.” “Yeah, Dave. He was supposed to be here today, but he blew me off again” said Ric. “Hehe, not quite. He’s waiting for you in our other waiting room. OK, all done. The doctor told you about keeping track of the number of people you give your cum to and then letting me know when you get tested. You only test monthly, so it might be harder to keep track.” Tyler said. Tyler led Ric down the hall into the club waiting room and there sat Joe, watching porn on the TV. He turned when he heard the door open and saw Ric standing there. Tyler said “You got half an hour.” Joe stood up and went to Ric and gave him a hug, grabbing his ass cheeks tightly. “Congrats and welcome to the club” Joe said. “Club? What club?” asked Ric. “For most poz guys, its a virtual club. We just say that since there are a small group of people that can say they are poz. In our case, we really do have a club. Since you don’t live right around here, you are now an honorary member. We’ll do the official ceremony when you can come up here and spend the night. It does earn you a free biohazard tattoo, so decide where you want to put it and we can set up a time for Thad to do it. “Fuck! Really? Can we do it today?” asked Ric excitedly. “I kind of doubt it, but I can send a message to Thad and see. Do you know where you want it or what kind you want?” Joe replied as he sent a message to Thad asking if he had time. “Uh, I don’t know either. I guess I should look online and get some ideas” Ric said. “Yeah and you might want to think about making it a bit conspicuous, since people are going to see it in the showers when you have gym class and if its out in the open, like mine, when you wear shorts its visible to everyone” Joe said. “Yeah, I didn’t think of that. I’ve been going shirtless around the house to make my mom get used to the one I have, but its just pissing her off. She’ll really freak if she sees I got another one so soon ” said Ric. Joe’s phone buzzed and he read Thad’s message “He can’t do today. He asked if maybe you could do next week. That would give you time to really think about it. You should never rush a tattoo - it’s there forever. I’ll give you a suggestion - put it down by your cock. above, or to your left. Maybe have a bit poke above the top of a speedo or low cut jeans. And don’t do one of the standard biohazards. Make it unique.” Ric nodded and it made a lot of sense. He’d have to come up with an excuse to get back up to the tattoo shop, but that would be easy. “Now, we don’t have much time, but I really wanted you to dump your first official poz load into me. You up for a quickie?” Joe asked. “Fuck yeah!” said Ric and he immediately started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Joe did the same and with his ass uncovered, he sat backwards in one of the chairs with his hole towards Ric. Ric knelt down and pushed his face between Joe’s ass cheeks and began eating his hole. He forced his tongue into Joe’s pussy and then sat back, slapping Joe’s ass. “You slut, there’s already a load in there” said Ric. Joe snickered and said “Yeah, Tyler had a few minutes free…” Ric dove back in and sucked out some of Tyler’s charged seed and let it sit on his tongue as he got up and pushed his cock into Joe’s waiting hole. He held Joe’s shoulders and started to pound Joe’s cunt. There was no need for a warmup, Tyler had taken care of it already, so Ric just used Joe’s hole to get off. Tyler’s cum covered Ric’s cock as he drove his cock in and out of Joe. Joe flexed his ass muscles and gripped Ric’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through Ric’s body. Ric slammed his cock into Joe several times until with one final push he felt his balls unload their special seed into the guy that he hoped had pozzed him up. “Thank you Dave” he whispered into Joe’s ear while his body settled back to a normal breathing pattern. “My pleasure” said Joe. Ric moved back and stuffed his cock into his underwear and jeans and Joe pulled up his jeans. He turned around and Ric immediately hugged and kissed him. “I really can’t thank you enough. You helped me go from a scared, closeted gay virgin, afraid of even touching another guy to a confident poz slut” Ric said. “It was your dad’s idea, so he should take some of the thanks or blame” Joe replied and then asked “So who are the two lucky guys you’ve been breeding full of your toxic seed?” Ric laughed “My dad and a new fuck bud who I think wants to get pozzed. I don’t think it will be long before both of them are poz too.” Joe laughed “You are one sick fuck. I love it!” as they left the room and wandered out of the building. Joe and Ric hugged again and Joe said “Let me know when you are going to Thad’s place next week. I’ll meet you there.”