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As we walked inside it didn't occur to me we were both still naked. I stopped and asked him to go back and he said, don't worry about it. Let's stay naked tonight together. I smiled back at him. We went inside and he started to pull out the salad from the fridge and I got the wine and plates and brought the pizza box to the table. I sat on the dinner table chair and felt cum start to flow out of my ass. "Oh crap sorry. Cum is leaking out of me" I said "Its ok relax. Its natural. I just came in you." he said scooping it up and sticking it in my mouth. I was more than willing then we kissed. We ate and shared our day. I gave more details of my visit at the clinic. After finishing dinner we cleaned up and went on the couch in the living room. It was more of a sofa so we were right next to each other drinking beer. "So how do you feel now" Rick asked "Confused and emotional" I said I told him that I felt for Jane and will try and call her later tonight. But more at the forefront of my brain was that I had taken to loads from him and I had PEP and wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you think this is what you wanted?" Rick asked "You mean having someone fuck me with HIV and cum in me?" I asked "Ok we can start there. Tell me more" Rick said "If you asked me that before I moved in here or even last week I would say hell no. But then I had never had sex with another man before. Until I met you." I said. He reached out and put his hand on mine. I went on to share that I had some sex with men before which made me realize maybe I liked it but never did it for social or other reasons. I mean I liked fucking girls and eating pussy but maybe I'd never truly tried sex with men, I didn't know what I was missing. I paused for a few seconds. "But the more accurate question for me is - Do you mean if I wanted you to fuck me and cum in me. That's where it gets complicated" I said softly like a girl admitting feelings for her man. He squeezed my hand and moved his hand to rest on my thigh. My hand moved onto his. "Go on" Rick said softly "I feel so connected with you this last week. You have awakened so many feelings, thoughts, desires, sexual experiences." I said "And I am attracted to you. I find you handsome and sexy. You arouse me like haven't been before. You make me feel beautiful and sexy. I want to give myself to you so much. I am just scared. "i said "I understand that fear. I had it too. I feel for you Dan. You are so handsome and beautiful. Your body is so sexy and tight. "Go on" he said "I feel taking your cum in me is a way to get a stronger connection to you and honestly a way to give myself to you" I said to him. I felt like a bride giving her virginity to a man for the first time. "But I am scared of getting HIV then AIDS. I don't know I am torn. I feel like I shouldn't want that" I said "Want what? Be specific" he said he pulled away his hand. I paused and thought for a minute. He waited patiently not touching me at all. "I am scared of your HIV positive cum in me..and...." I said not finishing but going on to my next thought "Can I ask about Jeff. How did you meet him and you said he waited so long?" I said "I get you being scared. As for Jeff its a bit of a story" Rick said He went on to tell me he met Jeff on an online hook up app. Rick's profile showed he was an unmedicated POZ with a high viral load. My eyes got wide when I heard that, not sure why. Maybe fear as it settled in that he had a high viral load. Jeff wanted to hook up and take his seed. Rick wanted him to make sure he knew what he was getting into as once they met there was no turning back. They met for coffee and Rick asked him for his ID. He faked his 19 yr old age online as he was only 17. Rick ended the meeting shortly after telling him once he made 18 in a few months they could meet again. Jeff would try and chat with Rick. He also bought access to Rick's photos including his huge cock and one showing him shoot a huge load. Rick would respond on a occasion. Rick finally met with him a day after he turned 18. They met and talked about fucking and Rick pozzing him. Rick made sure on what Jeff wanted. Did he just want to fuck bare (only option and poz cum included) or did he want to make sure to convert or something else. They were different things. Jeff was just horny and wanted to clearly fuck. He wasn't sure or didn't think that far about converting. Rick said Jeff was super horny and at least wanted to suck his cock. So they went back to Rick's car and made Jeff blow him off in the car. It was his first time taking a cock that huge and he gagged and choked but finally got most of it down and Rick came in his mouth and made him swallow. While he was blowing Rick, he put his finger down into his ass which was tight but felt like he wasn't a virgin. Jeff said he used a couple of small toys before to get off. After Rick told him he will be in touch. Over the next few week they chatted online. Rick said he wanted to make sure the kid really knew what he was getting into. He told him to go to BZ and not just read the hot stories but real-life accounts of what it is like to really be HIV positive. It isn't a fairy tale. It is real life. Jeff agreed and did so. He said he loved the sight and jacked off to the fiction and stories but also read those with HIV IRL. Rick told me he wanted to make sure Jeff knew what he was getting into if Rick was going to breed him. Finally the day came, actually that night I saw Rick fuck Jeff. "Can I ask why he said make him pregnant. Guys don't get pregnant." I asked Rick laughed, "Yes guys don't get pregnant in that sense but when a POZ top cums in a bottom, his DNA attaches to the bottom's body and infects his body and marks him. In some ways if he converts the bottom its like an egg and sperm creating something the bottom's body" Rick said "And that is what Jeff wanted to have my charged seed in him converting him" Rick continued "So if you convert me your DNA would be in me forever?" I asked "Yes it would be. I would always be a part of you and the virus would be both our DNA in you. I would impregnate you with my DNA. That's the pregnant part" Rick said looking at Dan. "That sounds wonderful but I am still confused. It is still HIV" I said "I don't know what's going on with me. A week or so ago I was straight with a gf now I have been fucked twice by you and have your POZ cum in me" I said "How does that make you feel" Rick asked "I don't know" I replied "Really, you sure", Rick said sternly "Perhaps the nurse at the clinic was right. Maybe you wanted my POZ cum in you. Making you pregnant." Rick said his hand on my thigh "No. That's not true, I don't want HIV" I said back starting to tear. "Are you sure", Rick said "Your body tells me otherwise" Rick said "Look at the precum leaking on you" he continued I looked down my cock was rock hard and throbbing, precum was leaking down my cock onto my balls and the couch. "Its ok to my POZ seed in you. Your body wants to have it. Its okay to be turned on to it" Rick whispered in my ear Rick how had his finger between my legs and my opened up to him spreading my legs and lifting my ass of the couch to give him access. We started to make out. "You don't have to decide right now, lets just enjoy the moment" Rick said I kissed him back and let go. Jane crossed my mind for a second and I felt bad but Rick was my main passion right now and he had me as his.

I went to the pharmacy on campus and picked up my prescription. When I went to the clerk I gave my name and birthdate. He was a young guy around my age. He had an earring on each ear. He was cute. Wait cute, I thought. I'm not gay. He saw the drug and looked at me. I felt self conscious. He clearly knew what it was for. He walked to the pharmacist asked him a question and the pharmacist pointed to the bin that had my script. He grabbed it. As he rang me up he looked me over. I felt even more self conscious as I felt the pharmacist look at me too. I looked back at him and smiled. He was an older guy in his early 50's actually handsome, bearish like guy. I paid my co-pay and left in a hurry. They knew I must've had sex with someone with HIV. Did they know it was a guy and not a woman? I ended up going up home early. It had been a long week. Rick wasn't home and I was relieved in some ways. I put the pills away and changed into swim trunks. As I was standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I looked hot in the small swimsuit. I touched my ass and even pulled it up a bit to show more cheek. It made me aroused. I went in the back and jumped in the pool and went for a swim. As I swam in the pool I thought about the last few days. Having sex with Rick, seeing him breed the kid Jeff and even the flirting with Professor Post. All men. I was not just aroused but had sex with men. I was beginning to be attracted to men. Noticing men more, their features, their looks, details not to mention their cocks sticking out. Even the young clerks ass at the pharmacy. Or the older pharmacist who gave me a look. He was bald guy with a white beard and moustache. He had a stud earring. I got out of the pool and lay on the lounger. I continued my reflection. Before meeting Rick I had never noticed men, only women. Normally by now I would have banged Lisa at our office at least a few times. I was a hetero guy who luv to fuck women especially slutty ones like her. Even when I first met Jane she used to dress slutty. She would prance around the club in really short skirt and a g-string. Once again before we dates she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs at the club under the table so her friends couldn't see. She had no panties under her skirt. But now, I am living with a gay man with HIV. He has played with my body. Hmmm yes played with it for sure like a toy. He really knows how to make my body sing. To feel things I have never felt before. Not just body pleasure but emotions and feelings and sensations. I could feel myself getting aroused thinking of how he touched me, caressed me, held me. His scents and the touch of his skin. I put my hand on my cock and rubbed it. It was rock hard now and leaking. It felt good to touch myself, lie here in a sunny shaded day by the pool. It was a long week. I awoke to Rick standing above me. "Hi sleepy head" he said "Hi. What time is it" I asked "5:30p. Looks like someone has started the weekend right" he said as he looked at my hand on my crotch. My cock was soft but was still on it. I moved my hand off. "Yeah you had some fun. You have a precum spot on your swimsuit" he laughed I looked up at him this gorgeous man to me wearing a white brief swimsuit with his huge cock pushing out. He grabbed it thru the swimsuit and stroked it. "Sorry looking at you in your swimsuit made me hard. You make me hard all the time my sweet Dan" he said smiling down at me I smiled back at him and started to touch myself. I was getting hard again. "So how was your day" he asked I told him how my day went part by part. He laughed when he heard about Lisa playing with my cock under the table. I also told him I went to the clinic to get checked out and get PEP. I told him I told the counselor I was confused and that the counselor kind of laid things out as he viewed it. He asked Professor Post if I had ever done anything with him. I told him now. He asked if I would and I said I wasn't sure. "Why not" Rick asked "I don't know. Maybe cause he is my boss. Also I know this sounds silly but not sure about us" I said softly "I am touched Dan. Do you feel we are a couple" he replied "No...I don't know. I don't think so. Actually no, I have a gf" I replied "Yes you do. And while you have one, you have jacked off with me, sucked me off and eaten my cum, and you let me suck you off and eventually fuck you and cum in you" he said "So again, do you feel we are a couple" Rick persisted "I don't know but I do feel attracted to you. And feel for you" I said softly "What do you feel" he said as he reached out and held my hand "You make me feel good, sexy, loved, attractive, wanted" I replied squeezing his hand back. "I feel for you to my sweet Dan. You are so gorgeous, handsome and sexy" he replied leaning over and kissing me. I opened my mouth and my tongue reached out to his wanting him. He moved and lay on me. We made out there for a few minutes kissing, and both our hands all over each others body. He pulled down my swimsuit and without warning went down on me and took me in hi mouth. I gasped and let out moan. Oh fuck it felt good. He left hand reached up and he stuck his finger in my mouth and I licked it and sucked it. Then he pulled it out and started to play with my nipples making me moan even harder. With his right hand he pulled off my suit and then started to work my balls. My legs automatically spread open and my ass lifted up. His finger found its way in. I still had lube and his cum in me so it slipped in easily. I moaned. "Ohhhhhhh" I let out loudly. My hand gripped his right arm holding on. His finger found my prostate and he started to work it. My hips pushed back trying to get more of his finger in me. The I felt him place a second finger in me. I winced a bit and felt his fingernail in me. It hurt a bit but he started to massage my inside I was moaning again. It felt so good the way he was working my inside. He then lifted my legs on his shoulder and put his cock at my ass. "You want me in you. You want me to take you, you need to say it" he said "Please fuck me, please. Take me" I said With that he pushed in to me. It hurt. I yelled out in pain. He wasn't gentle he pushed thru. I felt him hit that second spot again. It felt like he was in my stomach. "Ohh yeah, I am at your second hole. Your inner pussy boy. Its soo tight and warm. I can feel your ring squeeze my cock. Your hole is a natural pussy." he said as he pushed deeper into me. I moaned. His strokes started to make the pain subside and now there was pleasure. My hole was feeling alive and electric. I could feel each inch of his huge cock push in me and stretch my hole. My held fell back and I just started to moan loudly. "Yeah you've wanted this all day haven't you. Your cock is leaking all over your stomach. I can feel your pussy grab my cock and pull it in. " he said as he began to pick up his pace. As he started to do short strokes my legs pulled around his waist. I was moaning and breathing hard now. "What the fuck!!!" I heard a voice I looked over it was Jane. My gf was watching me get fucked by a man. "I knew something was up but not this. I thought you were fucking that whore in your office but your not. You're getting fucked by your landlord". I can't fucking believe this. Your gay?" she said. I could see tears coming down. She turned and ran out. Rick kept pumping in me all the while she yelled. He even smiled at her. I tried to reach out but he focused on my prostate and my 2nd ring and I couldn't move. It felt soo good I didn't want to stop. I reached out my arm to her as he fucked me but I was helpless, I couldn't muster the strength to have him stop fucking me. "You want me to stop" he asked "No please fuck me please" I replied moaning He smiled and rammed back in. He started to pick up his pace and I could feel his cock expand and spasm. I suddenly felt him shoot his cum in me. Spurt after spurt in me. As soon as I felt it, I also came moaning loudly. "Ohhhh i'm coming" I yelled out I felt his hot molten cum deep in my hole, my eyes rolled back in my head. He pumping me slowly grinding in me. As he kept hitting my prostate I felt my cum leaking out even after my orgasm. Our lips met and we kissed deeply our tongues dancing in my mouth. After we both calmed down he pulled his still stiff meat from me. I heard a pop. His cock was glistening with cum, my I guess ass juice and a little tinge of blood. He presented it to me and I sucked him without hesitation cleaning his meat and then sucking him trying to get more cum out of his balls. "HMMM I think I created a monster who luvs Daddy's cum" he said and I nodded sucking him. After I cleaned his cock we kissed again. As I calmed down from the high it hit me again. I had fucked a man with HIV and maybe even AIDS and I let his cum in me. And it felt good. And what about Jane? I feel like crap. Rick could see me thinking. "Lets go inside and eat dinner and talk" he said standing with his hand out. I grabbed hold and he led me inside. A new chapter starting in my life I thought.

So rude of her to just show up without calling or asking to come in. Or bringing a bottle of wine..... Does no one know good manners anymore?

Most of them have closed. There used to be a great one in Boston (that I've written about elsewhere on the site a time or two). It was called the Pilgrim Theatre. It was an enormous 1914 vintage movie theatre that had been built as a vaudeville house. When I first went there in the late 1980s the balcony was closed and all the action was on the main floor (the screen showed straight porn but the action was ALL gay) or in the basement toilet. I had some great experiences there. Also the first place I ever saw someone smoke crack. The Pilgrim was torn down and is now condos.

108 loads in January for this pig. This number was bumped considerably by a huge day at the bookstore when it received 30 loads in 12 hours.

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?

Being honest it’s more of a turn on if your hairy than if your hairless imo but beings bottom what I want more or less doesn’t matter it’s only to please the top nothing more not in less

For 10 years on Father's Day I told my wife I just wanted some time to go fishing. I fished real hard but never caught anything. Unless you count having some random stranger's raw cock in my guts and seeding me deep as fishing.

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

I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

or even a turkey baster

Hospice Worker Today was my first day on the job as an AIDS Hospice worker. My agency provides in-home services and proudly specializes in what they term “loving care.” I had received hours and hours of training, but this was to be my very first case. I was 2 minutes late when I rang the doorbell. A tall, fair-haired man opened the door. He had a pleasant face but at that moment, he looked tired and rather stressed out. He stepped back and beckoned me to enter. “Hi! I’m Bill. You’re here to see Martin, right?” I replied, “Yes! Hi…I’m Joey…from the agency!” “Well…thank God that you’re here!” he said. “He’s been asking for you!” “I’m not sure how much longer he’s going to last,” Bill said as he walked me up the stairs to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sort of hospital room. “I know that he’s excited to be seeing you! He’s been saying that there’s something that he wants to give you before he goes.” I didn’t know what he was referring to, but…looking back…would it have made any difference? I was trained to see to any and all needs that my client had, right to the very end. Bill tapped on the bedroom door and opened it gently. “Martin? Are you awake? Joey’s here to see you!” After entering, I saw Martin lying on the hospital bed. Although now he was emaciated by the disease, at one time he must have been a rather fit and good-looking man. He had a ready smile and I could still see a passionate fire smoldering in his eyes! He said, “You must be Joey! I’m SO GLAD to finally meet you…SO GLAD that we can spend some time together!” He turned to Bill, “Could you bring Joey a cup of tea?” Tea is not really my thing, but like I said, I’m here to serve. When Bill returned with a cup and saucer, I murmured my thanks! Bill nodded and said, “Well…I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll check back in a bit!” There were no chairs in the room. Martin patted the spot next to him on the mattress, “Here! Come sit on the edge of the bed next to me. We can get to know each other.” I sat down, holding the tea saucer on my lap. We chatted about this and that. Even though this was our first encounter, he seemed exceedingly pleased to have me there. His cheeks had a feverish flush and his eyes burned brightly. “So…how’s your tea? Earl Grey, is it?” he inquired. I politely took a sip and said, “I’m not sure…but it tastes good!” Out of the blue, he asked me about my HIV status. When I informed him that I was HIV-Negative, his face lit up with an amazing smile. It was like the sun suddenly coming out from behind the clouds. “I, on the other hand,” he said, “have an incredibly high viral level! I bet that I’d convert you…I mean, someone like you…in no time at all! It makes me horny, just thinking about it!” His hand found its way onto my thigh. As we continued talking, he left it there. It didn’t really bother me, so I said nothing. Soon, however, his fingers began to trace lazy circles, almost as if he was trying to seduce me. In the interests of propriety, I tried shifting my leg a little but his remained perched where it was. He kept telling me to finish my tea, so before long, the cup was empty. I started to feel unusually tired. Martin asked, “Are you OK?” I answered, “Yeah…it’s just that all of a sudden I really feel like going to sleep.” Martin’s response was, “That’s just the knock-out drops kicking in. Don’t worry! They only last a few minutes. Here now…just relax! You’ll be alright!” I heard him call out, “Bill!” and vaguely heard the bedroom door open. As if from a distance, I heard Bill’s voice say, “I’ll get his things off!” Hands tugged at my clothes and then, at some point, I was aware of being naked. Bill’s voice came again. “Here you go! Up on the bed with you!” After that, I must have drifted off. At some point, my eyes popped open. I could feel what must be a large stiff cock, inching its way up inside me. Where was I? Someone’s fingers were playing weakly with my nipples. I became aware of someone’s hot labored breath on the back of my neck. I managed to speak. “Martin? Is that YOU?” A voice said, “Relax! I told you that you’d be alright! It’s just me! I wasn’t sure you’d want me making love to you…you know…you being NEGATIVE…and with my AIDS and all. This will be my last time and I wanted it to be with someone special like you. I hope you won’t hold this against me for doing this.” Once I was past the initial shock of my situation, I was able to put things into perspective. Martin had needs. Needs that only I could fulfill for him. Wasn’t that part of my job, after all? Martin, along with so many others, was entitled to the same joys and physical pleasures as the rest of us. I felt as if were my duty to open myself to him and provide what comfort I could. His hips started moving, pumping his organ in and out of my hole. God, it felt so good! His hands continued to paw at my chest as my back arched with delight. In his weakened state, he didn’t last very long. “Joey!” he cried. “Take my SEED! I’m passing my virus on to YOU! Treasure it! Keep it safe within you and let it flourish and grow. Let my DNA join with yours! That way…I’ll live on inside of YOU!” His body started to spasm. His hips slammed into me 3…4…5 times…and then held against me as the last of his toxic sperm drained into me. “Don’t move! he whispered imploringly! “Let my seed find a place to latch on to your innards and begin to multiply! It’s my GIFT to YOU!” It was the least I could do to remain there with him still inside me, his last diseased load beginning its assault on my immune system. A few minutes later, Martin passed away, a contented smile on his face. Bill re-entered the bedroom and helped me disengage myself. He handed me something and said, “Martin was hoping that you would use this!” It was a butt plug. “He wanted you to give his bug the best chance to spread throughout your body!” That made perfect sense. I won’t clean out tonight. I’ll keep his gift inside me & cherish it as a way to honor Martin and keep some part of him alive inside me. All I know is that, from now on, I’ll let our clients know that I’ll willingly offer my body as an incubator for their their viral seed.

I went back to my bedroom to get dressed. As it was the end of the week I only had two pairs of shorts to wear. One was cargo shorts and another were my short running shorts. They were 3" shorts so they showed my legs and were a little tight on the ass. I knew I should wear the cargo shorts as they were more appropriate but I didnt care. Something made me want to wear the short running shorts for Professor Post. I got to work early before 7:30am. I walked in and thought the office was empty. "Nice shorts. I like them very much" I heard a voice and turned around. It was Professor Post. "Oh thank you. Sorry you startled me. I thought I was the only one here" I said "Sorry I scared you." he said walking over and putting both hands on my shoulders trying to calm me. He was standing about 8 inches away. I could smell his manly scent as he biked in and again was in his tight speedo biking shorts that were sporting a huge hard on. He saw me glance. "If you want you can touch it, I am ok with that. Anytime you want to." he said soothing I could feel me cock get hard. "Thank you but I am fine" I replied "Are you sure? Your cock is telling me otherwise" he said looking down at my crotch. Because my shorts were so short, my cock was pushing straight out. "Oh sorry" I said blushing "Don't apologize, its fine. We need to listen to our bodies and enjoy life's pleasures" he said I heard someone with the office key try to get in and I quickly stepped back and walked to my desk and sat down. Professor Post went back to his office. I had a meeting with Professor Post and 2 other department employees at 8am, one a student like me and another full time person. The student was named Lisa. She was one year older than me and pretty hot. She flirted on occasion even though she knew I had a gf. She would wear some pretty tight yoga pants to work or short dresses and flirt with me. One day her yoga pants were so tight she was showing camel toe. She told me she didn't like to wear panties when wearing yoga pants. It was the same day Jane visited me at work and sneered at her. And then yelled at me that night saying she was slut. We sat a table in the conference room. Lisa sat across from me, Professor next to me and the other employee next to Lisa. We went over things for an upcoming field trip a warehouse and older part of town. The Professor wanted students to tour the area and get a feel for this gritty part of town as part of a semester paper on dilapidated and underserved urban areas. He said there was also home to the gay community. We began planning and suddenly felt someone's foot playing with mine. It was Lisa. She was flirting with me under the table. I moved my foot away from her foot. I thought it was over. Then I felt her foot on my cock. WTH was she doing. She just wrote down notes like nothing was happening. My cock got a little hard from her rubbing. I tried to adjust and push in my chair so the Professor wouldn't notice. The Professor asked her for some information that was at her desk. She put back on here flats and went to her desk. The other employee left for a phone call. Professor Post leaned over and put his hand on my thigh, " You ok" he said "Yes why" I replied "Looks like someone was playing footsies under the table. I am not blind" he said pushign out my chair. My cock was turgid and there was a wet spot. "She really likes you. She's been flirting for a while now. It's okay if you like her. " he said "I don't" I replied looking back at him eye to eye. "Ok good" the Professor said. He stood up, again his crotch in my face and shifted his cock right in front of me before leaving the conference room. My cock was rock hard now. I got my stuff and left and went back to my desk hiding my cock. Lisa stopped by we chatted and then she left. I went to my classes and finished early. I decided to go to the health clinic on campus to get checked on. I checked in at the clinic and filled out the form and why I was there. I waited in the lobby until they called my name. I sat there thinking about the last week or so. How my life has changed so much. New city, new place to live, new job, new friends and new sexual experiences. "Dan" someone called I stood up and walked to the back of the clinic to the person who called my name. "You Dan?" the guy asked " Yes" I replied "Right this way" he said He led me into a room and then closed the door. "Have a seat" he said As he walked from the door to me, he was an older guy maybe mid 40's. About 5'10 average size, slightly muscular. He had a buzz cut and an earring and a beard and moustach. He was kind of handsome. I sat on a chair next to his table facing him and he sat down facing me diagonally. " Hi my name is Rob. I am the STD counselor and nurse here at the clinic" he said "Nice to meet you I am Dan." I replied. "So I read your form, tell me why you are here" he said "I had sex with someone who has HIV and wanted to get tested and on maybe get on PEP" I replied "Okay" he said slowly "Let's first get through a bit of how you got here and talk about that. That ok" He asked "Sure" I said "So how did you meet this person and have sex. When did you find out she had HIV" he asked "Uhh, I had sex with a guy" I said shyly "Oh, sorry. On your form you said you were straight" he replied "Yes I am and have a gf but I had sex with a guy" I replied "So your bisexual?" he said smiling "I don't know. Maybe?" I replied questioning him. "Ok so tell me a little about what happened." he said in a clinical tone I told him how we had started making out and he started fingering me and then ate me out. I could see his facial expressions changed and were very interested. "I take it this was your first time like that with another man", he asked "Yes. I had never had anyone lick me down there and finger me like that. He played with me before but not like that" I said "He played with you before? So this isnt the first time you had sex with him?" he looked puzzled "This was the first time he licked me down there and fucked me but not the first time he touched me down there." I replied softly "What sexual activity have you done in the past?" he asked I told him the past few times of us jacking off together to gay porn and that the last time I gave him a bj and he gave me one. Also went as far back as being in the pool with him. "So was this the first time you had been with a man" he asked I paused and thought. "Yes and no" I said I went on to tell him about me and my high school friend jacking off together and one time my swim coach and me were drinking at the pool one time after a swim meet and everyone left and he rubbed my cock thru my speedos and I had come. I left right after feeling uncomfortable. "Ok so you had some activity with me before" he asked "Yes I guess I did. I never thought about it before. But i'd never had sex with another man like fucking" I replied "That's fine but there are different types of sexual activities and intercourse is only one of them. What made you do more with this gentleman now? What's his name?" he asked "His name is Rick." I replied I told him that he made me feel relaxed and comfortable with my body, he made me feel sexy and beautiful. I felt comfortable in my own skin. "How did you meet Rick? Was it at a bar or school? Tell me about him and when did you find out about him having HIV?" he asked I told him he is my landlord and that it started slowly like at the pool, sharing more details about how he touched me and made me comfortable about my body and even my precum. I could see the nurses eyes start to focus and could see a sense of arousal. I glanced down and could see his cock pushing out thru his scrubs. I looked up quickly hoping he didn't see me look. I think he did cause he smiled back. I then told him about how old he was and what he looked like. I shared I knew he had HIV before the first time we jacked off together when I found his empty pill bottles. "So you knew he had HIV before you masturbated with him, let him eat your semen and then lick your ass hole. Then finally let him have intercourse with you?" he asked in a clinical way "Yes" I said embarrassingly "But I told him not to cum in me and I tried to push him off" I said "Wait you told him not to orgasm in your ass and tried to push him off and he still did it?" the nurse asked in a concerning manner "Yes" I said looking down He lifted my head up by my chin. "Did he rape you" the nurse asked with a caring look. "No he didn't" I said quickly "Then what do you mean. It sounds a little like he forced himself on you without your consent." he said pulling his hand away from my face as it dropped it brushed against my lower thigh. "No he didn't rape me or force himself on me like that" he said. "Walk me through what happened" he said I told him how I let him fuck me and looking back I wanted to see how it felt. When he asked me if I wanted him to pull out, I had a difficult time saying no and just said "please". "So he took that as fuck me more" he said "Yes I think so" I replied I did share that I knew Rick was a top who once he started never pulled out and even that my body betrayed me cause I even pushed back on his cock a few times cause it wanted his cock in me. "So you wanted him to fuck you even though you knew he had HIV" the nurse said "Yes I kind of did" I said "I am confused" I replied "Yes I know that can be confusing. The body's need for touch, intimacy and pleasure and then the reality of STD's and HIV" he said "I just think listening to everything you told me, you sound like you might not be that afraid or not wanting HIV as much as you think" he replied? "What do you mean that's crazy" I replied back in a strong tone "its not. You knew your landlord had HIV, yet time after time you escalated your sexual encounters and intimacy with him. He told you about his HIV, how he got it, how he fucked bottoms and how he wanted to breed them and make them pregnant. Even when you told me the story about him and Jeff and you were confused that someone would want POZ cum in them and chase it, I could tell you were aroused. Look at you now" he said looking down at my cock It was rock hard and had a wet spot at the head area. He placed his hand on my thigh and caressed it. "Sounds like you wanted this to happen" he said He caressing felt good. Then there was a knock on the door. "You almost finished. We have a long line now outside", the clerk said "Yeah almost done" the nurse said He stood up, his cock was pushing out of his scrubs. "Pull down your pants and get on all fours on the exam table" he told me "Why?" I asked "I want to make sure you don't have a serious tear. You said you still had pain there" he replied. I took off my shorts and my cock was hard. "Don't be embarrassed its okay. We are all men and have desires and sometimes talking about it arouses us." he said patting my shoulder I hopped on the table. He put on a glove on his right hand and put lube on his finger. He started to apply it to just the outside of my hole. It felt good almost like he was teasing my hole. "Relax I am just trying to see if there is any bleeding on the outside" he said Then he slowly stuck his finger in massaging my insides. I let out a soft moan. "Sorry" I said softly "Again don't apologize, its natural. You should listen to your body and your desires" he said in a sensual way. Then I felt his finger hit that special spot, my gspot and I let out a loud moan and my ass pushed back on its own. "That's your prostate. A mans gspot. Its soft so that's good." he said as he kept rubbing it. My head dropped. "Your ass muscles seem ok, they are really sucking on my finger he said" Then I felt a second finger and I winced then he used them to open me up and go deeper. I kept moaning and started to pant. My cock was dripping precum on the table. "Yeah he must have found it hard to pull out cause your ass is amazing. It looks like you still have his cum in you." he said and his face what inches away from my ass. He left hand that was bare was caressing my ass. I was moaning and panting. He pulled out his fingers and smeared it on my hole teasing it. He walked away and I thought I heard him lick his fingers. He pulled off the gloves and threw them away. "You can get up off the table and put on your shorts." he said I looked on the table and there was precum on it. You can clean it up how you want. He walked back to the desk and I licked it up. He gave me a prescription for PEP and told me to come back a a few weeks for further counseling and a test. I left the clinic for the pharmacy. How my life has changed since meeting Rick I thought. And even though I am on my way to picking HIV meds, I broke a smile.

I woke up the next morning. My ass was sore both the entrance and my inside. I got up and went to the bathroom took a shower and got ready. As I came out of my bedroom dressed Rick was at the table having coffee. He asked that I join him. I grabbed some coffee and sat at the table across from him. "How are you doing" Rick asked "I am ok. Just sore." I replied "Don't worry it will heal" he said I nodded "How are you feeling" he asked "Confused" I replied "Do you want to talk about it?" Rick asked "Not sure. I don't know what to think. I thought about what you said last night" I replied and paused "You are right, I knew you have HIV and I knew we were making out. I enjoyed the way you played with my ass and my body. I just didn't stop and think. I was too in the moment" I said "Did you enjoy it" Rick asked "I did and my body did. But I did say not to cum in me." I said "Yes that's true and I am sorry I got carried away. But you also knew once I was in I don't pull out and I asked if you wanted me to stop and you didn't say anything." Rick said "You have up to 72 hours to get on PEP. You should go to the clinic and get some. I think that will ease your mind. As for us playing together, I don't want to force you into anything you are not wanting or ready for. Maybe we take a pause. Ok?" Rick said I nodded. He stood up and left the house to go to work. I got to work early. Professor Post came by me desk and chatted and gave me some things to follow up on. His crotch was eye level and he didn't change yet and was wearing his spandex biking shorts but it looked tighter. His cock was hard and you could clearly see the outline. It looked at least 8-9" and it was thick. I tried not to look. "Hello earth to Dan up here" he said smiling. I said sorry and took the papers he gave to me. He stepped a little closer to me so his crotch was literally 6-8 inches away from my face. I looked up at him towering over me. He looked down at his crotch and then I did. It was thick and he throbbed it making it move and then said "Hmmmm... It likes you". I started to blush. I was worried as there were other employees in the office but they couldnt see what was going on cause his back was to them and part of a cubicle wall was blocking their view. I noticed at the tip of his cock a ring like thing was sticking thru the spandex. I stared leaning in closer to look. He then stepped a little closer and pushed his crotch into my face. Both our motion at the same time placed my face in his crotch against his hard cock. I inhaled and smelled his crotch. It smelled musty, body odor like and also this aroma which was intoxicating. He looked down at me and I back up at him and he pointed to my crotch. My cock was hard and pushing thru my running shorts. "I like you in running shorts, keep that up in the office. Ok" he said in a quiet yet commanding way and I nodded. He stepped back and I could see a small wet patch the size of a dime at the tip of his cock. "Ok I want those reports by the end of tomorrow Dan" he said as he placed his folders in front of his bulge and walked away.

Love this story - everything about the slow seduction. I'm here for wherever @mancoco takes it. I'll be reading and jacking! The way he's written this, I was thinking that Dan would take Rick's poz load willingly (check, so far) and sober (maybe?) and without any regrets. I think that is so much hotter than a forced/pseudo-rape scene so often written here. Although, let's be honest, as long as they are complete fiction, those stories are also damn hot!

The build up to Rick taking Dan's anal (& possibly poz) cherry is upon us, and Dan appears to be willing to let it happen. He admits to himself that Rick is not physically attractive, but very alluring. This proves that sex appeal is much more than physical beauty/attractiveness, but also attitude and assertiveness. Dan has taken a submissive role and letting Rick take control. Looking forward to another outstanding installment of this story!

I went to my classes and then went back to work. I saw Professor Post in passing and he smiled and looked me over each time. He had changed to work pants but you could still see a little outline of his cock. We made small talk in the office around others but I could still feel his eyes ravage me. In one instance we were out in the main area and he brushed up against me in a narrow area and I felt his hand brush up against my ass. I was accidental but not in that his hand stayed for an extra second than it needed to. He walked away but turned back to see if I was looking at him and he saw me and smiled back. If felt exciting and good. He made me feel sexy, it was strange. After work I had dinner with Jane and her friends, we went to a bar after and then I got home around 11pm and was a drunk. I went home and jumped into bed and passed out. I got up around 1am and went to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. As I was finishing up Rick came to the bathroom. "Glad your up. Want to join me" Rick said with his hand out. He was standing before me naked. His cock turgid, I looked down at it. I didn't say anything I just took his hand and he led me to his bedroom. His TV was on and he led me to his couch. He kissed me slowly and lightly slipping his tongue between my lips. My head leaned in on its own wanting his kiss and his tongue deeper in my mouth. He was teasing me. His hands also were working my nipples teasing thema and pulling them, I moaned in his mouth. "Yeah, you want Daddy don't you. Just relax boy, I am going to make you feel so good." Rick said whispering in my ear. I leaned forward towards him wanting him. My hands were on his back caressing him, wanting to be closer to him. He pushed my head into his armpit. I took a deep breath inhaling his scent. My head buzzing now not just from the alcohol but his intoxicating scent. I kept smelling. "Take a taste" Rick said I took a small lick of his armpit. It tasted salty and tangy. I wanted more and started to not just inhale but lick his pit. "Yeah get it good, lick it up" Rick said. My cock was not rock hard and leaking. He pulled down my underwear. He didn't touch my cock but it hit his leg. He just teased my thighs and worked back up my body. My body was aroused and alive. My hands worked his body and found its way to his pulsing meat. I touched it, I could feel it throb in my hand. I massaged it and worked it. He pushed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. Licking is huge head then licking his thick shaft. Licking it up and down and then taking it in my mouth. He pushed forcing me to gag. "Relax boy" Rick said I did and sucked on it with hunger and slowly took more of him in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged but regrouped and focused on pleasing this man with a massive thick meat. I worekd my way down till I had a good 7 inches down my throat. He moaned. "Ohhh yeah boy your a good cock sucker aren't you. You love Daddy's cock in your mouth right?" he said. I quickly nodded. I kept working his shaft sucking all his precum leak, wanting to taste him so badly. He picked me up and threw my on the couch length wise. "You are mine tonight Dan. I will make you a man" he said I looked up at him, this 60 year old plus man who in any other situation I wouldn't and I don't think most men or women would find attractive. He was balding, skinny, a little tummy pouch, a hint gaunt with nipple rings. He wasn't ugly but he wasn't hot on the normal scale either. But I found him so alluring, so attractive. I was physically attracted to him and had some connection. I just stared at him as he towered over me. It was late but I didnt care.

Chapter 2 It was a month before Mason found himself inside those grey walls again, staring at the faces of the support group. The men who usually went first, went first; they gave the same speeches he'd heard a month ago, giving the same advice, relating the same anecdotes. Boring. The group leader had been watching Mason since he came back. Something about the boy looked different; not only was he sweating, jittering, and clearly exhausted, he seemed happy. As if he was proud of being sick. "Mason?" said the group leader. "You missed a few meetings. Anything you wanna tell us?" "Maybe." said Mason. "If nobody here gets upset." "I can promise that," said the group leader as the men around him nodded. "About a month ago, I went back to the saunas. Talking about what happened at the meeting... well, I couldn't help myself. I know what you're thinking—I must be disgusting to you. But I couldn't help myself. I caved. I found that guy and let him breed me. Let him... infect me." The room gasped. Mason looked ashamed, but couldn't wipe a sly grin off his face. "I wandered into the room and let him use me. I didn't ask for any of it, but he knew I wanted it. He split me in half. He made me huff poppers, smoke weed, drink, all of it. My mind was a pile of mush. By the time he said he was going to cum, I couldn't help myself. I just let him..." "I was horrified, but the feeling was electrifying. I used nothing but the worst, most disgusting porn I could find on BarebackBastards to get off. I couldn't help myself. By the time I got my test results, a part of me already knew. But something they don't tell you about getting the bug is just how horny you are afterwards. I mean, I wanted to suck everything. I wanted to fuck everything. I look at my Dad in the shower and I think, 'fuck, you better put that in me right now or I swear...'" "Mason, this is highly inappropriate!" shouted the group leader. "If you had a moment of weakness I understand, but you shouldn't glorify it. You've at least had doctor's visits? You've started taking the right medication?" "Yeah, yeah," said Mason. "Did it feel good?" asked a man from the crowd. He looked to be in his early 20s. "Adam!" "Every rope felt like a wave of pleasure. It was like he hijacked my nervous system." "There are ways to experience sex like that without those risks," said the group leader. "Alright, whatever! Mason, we'll talk next week. The rest of you, adjourned." Mason and Adam met at the crappy little buffet in the corner of the room. "Where'd this happen again?" asked Adam. "Oh, I couldn't enable you," said Mason. "Well, maybe I just want to avoid that kind of place..." Mason scribbled a note out with an address. "I think he goes there Friday nights. He's 6'3", built like a house, and hairy as fuck. And he has one of those radiation symbols tattooed on him." "I'll... make sure to avoid him. Or go some other time. Thanks!" It wasn't 30 minutes before Adam, the naive college boy who'd been praying to keep those urges away, found himself pulling into the sauna parking lot. He went inside, paid the fee, got the towel, with clockwork regularity. He felt like somebody fulfilling a destiny. He walked into the locker room and waited for the stud Mason described to show up. Nobody. As time passed, he grew bored, impatient, and eventually considered leaving. After about 15 minutes of humiliation, a different type of man walked into the locker room. He was nothing like the man Mason described; this one looked to be in his 60s, bald, 5'6" at most, and so skinny you could see his blood vessels. He looked jaundiced. He was disgusting; but there was one similarity between Mason's gifter and Adam's guest, and that was the radiation symbol right above his pubes. "Nobody watchin us," said the older man. "ThankyoubutImnotinterest—" Adam blurted out. Before he could finish the sentence the older man had held Adam's head in place and filled his sinus cavity with amyl. Adam was afraid the older man would drag him to his room. What he should've been afraid of was what really happened. The older man hobbled with Adam to the front desk and checked out. "Nephew had a lil too much," he said with a grin. The man at the front desk smiled. "Are we gonna see this one again, or is he a long-hauler?" he asked. "'Cause he'd be good for business." "Depends how much he can take," the older man said. They hobbled out to the car. The older man tossed Adam in his trunk, drove a few blocks away, then helped the boy straight through the front door of his shabby apartment. "Whhtsgoingon... whhoryou..." The last twenty minutes had gone by in sort of a blur; the old man kept forcing him to take poppers, keeping him just on the verge of consciousness. He knew he was being taken somewhere; he knew he was in danger; but he couldn't help but feel a powerful, aching feeling in his holes that needed to be filled. He didn't have much time to think about his inner conflict before the short, bald, diseased-looking old man threw him onto a cot in a dark room within his apartment. The only light came from a small TV screen playing porn in the corner of the room. "Whaddareyou..." Adam groaned. He looked up and saw the old man squeezing a bottle of Astroglide onto a cock that didn't even make sense to him—it was skinny, easily 9" long, with a piercing in the head and a scorpion tattooed on the glans. "Ready boy?" Adam felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his rear end, a feeling so intense that he passed out. The last thing he heard before he passed out was the old man chuckling and saying, "Tight hole. Long-hauler for sure. Fuuuck..."

Part 3 It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m lying on my couch swiping through the apps again. It is the first day I won’t be meeting Doctor John as he is out of town this afternoon. We have been fucking for five days straight now, but it is still too early to know if the gift has been received properly. My new profile picture has changed the types of men, who contact me completely. Some regulars have blocked me and others I considered out of my reach are applauding my new bug chasing lifestyle. Also, a lot of blank profiles have been messaging me, sending me photos of their biohazard tattoos and encouraging me to get one, when I have earned it. One message is puzzling me; it shows another headless torso with a colourful biohazard tattoo on the man’s chest. But that’s not the tattoo catching my eye, it is the tattoo of a feather on the man’s left wrist. I know this tattoo; I definitely have seen it before but just cannot figure out to whom it belongs to. I decided to write to him and ask directly if I knew him. ‘Hi PozLoader, how are you? Your tattoos are great. But I must ask, do you know me? I seem to recognise your feather tattoo.’ The headless torso profile is typing. ‘Yes, you know me and I know you, Mike. I also know that the cock your sucking in the picture is the one of Doctor John… my gift giver.’ I read those last three words again ‘my gift giver’, so Doctor John has converted others before me. Of course he has, he never questioned my desire for his poz loads, a desire he apparently has seen in men’s eyes before me. My cock is standing for attention and is almost bursting through my boxers. I need to know more. A new message arrives from PozLoader with a single picture in it. It shows Doctor John fucking him in the same chair, he fucked me three days earlier and as I see the blissful face recognition kicks in. ‘Oh wow, now I remember you, you are his nurse. What was your name Patrick, right?’ ‘Well, I didn’t think you would ever remember as you could look me barely in the eyes, when I tested your cock and ass. But I guess now, you will look at me differently.’ As I was writing my response a message from Doctor John aka HazardlyGifted arrives. Without finishing my answer to Patrick, I open the message and see the short demand ‘Tonight, 9 pm, my office’. My cock is twitching in excitement as my evening suddenly became interesting. I went back to the chat with Patrick, but he has gone offline and my answer feels unnecessary, so I closed the app. Stroking my cock and dreaming of yet another fuck with Doctor John, I wank my self into an afternoon nap. I’m standing in front of Doctor John’s office; there is no light anywhere. I pull the door open and enter the empty reception. Slowly, I make my way through the waiting room to the different consultation rooms. But all of them are either locked or empty. As I wonder if I’m alone a voice calls out for me, but it’s not Doctor John. ‘Mike we are back here’ I follow the voice but have never been in this part of the building as a sign ‘Staff only’ prohibits to enter. I push through that door and see light in one of the rooms at the end of a corridor. I head towards it and wonder what will await me behind it and who has called me. As I walked down the corridor, I realised that the voice was talking about ‘we’, which could only mean I would not be meeting Doctor John alone. I reach the lighted office, open the door and enter slowly. In the room are Doctor John, Patrick and a man I don’t know. All of them naked, all of them wearing a metal cock ring and all of them proudly carrying a biohazard tattoo on their skin. All of them gazing at me with predatory lust. ‘Mike come in and close the door’ Doctor John demands in his usual rough voice. ‘Today, we will have a little help to make sure you receive the gift you grave.’ Doctor John introduces me to the unknown man, whose name is Liam. Apparently, Liam is another doctor, who was also the original gift giver of Doctor John. Despite my apparent arousal I connect the dots and understand, that Doctor John, Patrick and Liam are not only all poz, but also that they share the same origin. Before me is a brotherhood of poz men, who are willing to invite me in. I understand the importance of this meeting, so I take my time to take it all in. Despite Doctor John’s ripped body taking centre stage, Patrick and Liam are impressive men on their own. Patrick has the body of a swimmer, I guess he is not much older than me, perhaps even a bit younger, there is no hair on his body, and I can only imagine how muscular his ass is. Liam on the other hand is older than the rest of us, probably in his early 50s. But he looks hot, the silver daddy fantasy becomes a reality with this man. His piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper body hair remind me of a husky ready to attack, but I’m not sure I can handle his weapon. Liam’s cock is even bigger than Doctor John’s and not only in length, but girth as well. His biohazard tattoo is right there, on this magnificent cock, which is crowned with a Prince Albert piercing. I swallow hard. ‘Come’ Liam breaks the silence ‘have a seat’ For the first time I take in the room and a large couch is behind the three naked men. As I want to step forward, Doctor John shakes his head and I understand. I take my clothes off and with a precum dripping hard on I walk over to the couch, feeling Liam's hand on my lower back to guide me. I sit between Liam and Patrick, with Liam's hand firmly on my thigh. ‘So, tell me Mike are you really willing to take our toxic poz cum?’ Liam asks with a smile ‘Yes, I am. I want your poz loads deep inside me’ I keep my eyes on Liam, while my hand is slowly wandering to Patrick’s cock. ‘Good’ Liam answers as he pats my face. His hand wanders to my neck and with a determined grip he guides my head to his impressive cock. As I take his pierced cock into my mouth, I shift my body, so that I kneel before Liam, but my ass is presented and ready for Patrick. Liam starts to push my head down more forcefully, while Patrick has started to rim my ass. The sensation of having those two beautiful poz men frame me is exhilarating and my precum is already leaking onto the couch. Liam grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, the domination unquestionable. He looks at me in the eyes and kisses me with force. After he stops the kiss, his gaze wanders to Patrick giving him permission to open me up. Patrick’s cock is positioned at my wet hole, but he has not pushed himself inside me yet. I feel the warm of his poz cock and some precum against my hole and push my ass back to signal my eagerness for him to finally fill me up. He repositions himself slightly, takes some of my leaked precum of the couch and lubes his cock with it. With a slow thrust the head of his poz cock is entering me easily. I moan loudly as Liam leaves his place, Doctor John takes it instead and positions himself in front of me. Within seconds Doctor John’s cock is fucking my mouth forcefully and I have difficulties to take it all in. Patrick increases his rhythm and thrusts deeper inside, his cock stretching my hole slowly. My mind wanders to the image of two poz men fucking me simultaneously, this mental image drives me over the edge, and I shoot my first load onto the couch. But Patrick and Doctor John don’t even react, they just keep spit roasting me until Patrick shoots his toxic load inside me. ‘This is you first poz cum tonight, Mike.’ Patrick says, ‘It won’t be your last’ Patrick’s cock slides out of my hole and Doctor John is already changing places with Patrick so that he can add his poz load to today's collection. But he decides to switch positions all together and pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs with his body and thrusting his cock inside me missionary style. My body reacts to Doctor John’s cock immediately, the familiarity establishing another kind of sex. As he pushes deeper inside me and I grab his ass to pull him closer, the silver ring of Liam’s cock comes into my vision. I open my mouth and the metal hits my tongue a second time, but this time my throat is prepared, with a slight tilt of my head to the left Liam manages to push almost half of his cock into my mouth, apparently I still have a long way to go, before I will be able to take it completely. I feel Liam’s toxic precum hitting my throat and lick every little drop with insatiable hunger. In the meantime, Doctor John has thrust himself close to shooting his poz load inside me. ‘Mike, this load is just for you. Remember to keep every drop, don’t lose my gift’ Doctor John shoots his toxic load explosively and it takes him almost 30 seconds until his last drop enters my hole. ‘Well, now that you are prepared it’s time for the big finish’ I hear the voice of Liam close to my ear ‘Let’s hope you will be a member of our toxic brotherhood after that’ Liam takes my hand and guides me to a standing position. He takes a seat in the middle of the couch and signals to me to take a seat on top of him. His intimidating cock already waiting to be enveloped. I stand above Liam and slowly lower myself down onto his lap and cock. The moment his Prince Albert piercing hits my hole I know, this will be different. ‘Are you ready to take the original poz load, the one that converted your gift giver?’ ‘Oh, yeah, please let me have your toxic cum. I want it deep inside me’ ‘Your wish is my command’ Liam grabs my hips to steady me and guide me to his cock. But when the piercing passes through my first ring he tightens his grip and pushes me onto him hard. I moan in a mixture of ecstasy, pain and surprise. I lose all control and come again, this time on the chest of Liam. This cock is another ball game, Doctor John is big, but this one is massive. I feel how my body tries to accommodate the new poz guest and after a few breaths my hole stretches enough that the thrusting becomes pleasurable. I start to ride Liam and with increased rhythm I notice that his cock is starting to pulsate. I know this already from Doctor John’s cock, the sure sign of an oncoming climax. Liam grabs my hips hard, while I ride his poz pierced cock and with a loud moan he shoots his poz load deep inside me. ‘Take every toxic drop. Mike, take the gift’ Liam collapses, but his cock remains inside me. I kiss him instinctively and he pulls me towards him. Suddenly, I feel Doctor John and Patrick sitting next to us, framing Liam and me. ‘Well, now I have taken several toxic loads from Doctor John and one from each of you. I guess it is time, I started looking for a tattoo artist’ We laugh, as we are sitting there, four naked, sex-crazed men, two with biohazard tattoos on full display, one with his buried deep and me, being hopefully at the beginning of my poz journey.

Part 2 I wake up in my bed the next morning and immediately my thoughts go back to the evening with Doctor John. My morning wood becomes even harder, that it almost hurts, but before I can jerk myself off my phone vibrates. It's a message from HazardlyGifted, my cock reacting immediately to that surprise and the first precum is dripping down. I open the message and there is only a video without any text. Eagerly I push the start button and I am greeted by the face of Doctor John. In his deep voice he tells me that this video should be a reminder of the gift he's given me. The camera slowly leaves his face and goes down his incredible body, staying on his hairy chest for a short moment before it follows the trail down to his cock and shining biohazard tattoo. In the video Doctor John is fucking someone, who is bend in front of him and the camera focusses on his big cock as it slights in and out of the bottoms hole. Suddenly, the zoom becomes wider and I am shocked to see half of my face in lust and ecstasy. He filmed us? But when, how did I not notice? Those thoughts forgotten quickly as I see myself in a state of complete surrender and happiness. Doctor John brings the camera back to his face and looks directly into it, when he say: 'I will make sure you receive this gift' I'm a so overstimulated that I come hands free, the load hitting my chest and stomach, but also my phone. As I lay there shocked by the cum mess I made, my door bell rings. Without thinking clearly, I put my boxers back on and walk to the door. Greeted by a delivery man with a puzzled look, I sign quickly and say goodbye. He gives me another strange look and then leaves. The package doesn't interest me at the moment, so I put it down and look at the mirror in the hallway. No surprise he looked perplexed, my cum is all over my hairy chest and body, also my boxers are wet in the front with cum. Well, he got quite an image then. My phone vibrates again and a new message from Doctor John arrives. 'Be here in one hour, don't be late' I look at the coordinates he send me and it will take me 15 minutes to get there, so enough time to prepare for whatever he has planned for me. I shower and rinse the cum off my body, as I realise that his toxic seed never has left my hole, still somewhere deep inside me. Immediately hard again, I don't give into the temptation and keep my load for the meeting with Doctor John. I park my car at an abandoned industrial office complex and walk around aimlessly. The vibration of my phone indicates a new message: 'Fifth Floor, Room 208'. I follow the instructions and as I put my hand on the door to room 208 my excitement is almost unbearable. I open the door and what I see takes my breath away. Doctor John is standing in the middle of the room, only dressed with an open lab coat and black leather boots. His cock is framed by a metal cock ring, his biohazard tattoo shining in the morning sun and next to him is a gynaecological chair with the leg rests already in place. Without a word I take my clothes off and take my place in the chair. My hole exposed to the steady gaze of Doctor John. He kneels before me and without spit or lube he starts to massage my hole. He increases the pressure more and more, his fingertips starting to enter me. He is rougher this time and his fingers are more scratching than pushing. Despite, the dryness my hole starts to open up and he pushes more fingers inside me. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my hole and his rimming techniques are unparalleled. His tongue gets deeper and deeper inside me, wetting my hole for the next step. I try to focus my eyes on the ceiling as I hardly can see what Doctor John is doing to me. But as I turn my head slightly to the left I see his phone, recording the whole scene and my arousal goes through the roof. Doctor John notices the change in me and rises from his kneeling position to look at me. I should feel vulnerable to be exposed this completely to this imitating man, but I do not. I love the attention and hungry, predatory gaze of Doctor John. He understands my desires instinctively and goes to the counter to grab his phone, puts it on a shelf opposite the chair, making me the star of this video. Then he decided to lose the lab coat and comes back to the chair completely naked with his hard rock cock pointing straight at me. He positions himself at my hole and with a small nod, but no further warning he fully pushes his poz cock inside, the raw connection heavenly. I moan in lust and my hole starts to envelope his big cock immediately, my body graved this more than I expected. 'Fuck! Fuck me, give me another poz load. Give me your gift' I tell him breathlessly. 'Will you take every last drop of my toxic cum? Will you be a good boy and carry my load as long as it needs to do its job?' 'Yes, I will, I am your good boy. I am a good patient to you.' Doctor John laughs mischievously 'Well, a good patient you have never been, but I make sure you are a good boy.' He increases his speed and forcefulness, hitting my prostate every single time. The chair has opened me up in a way I never could have imagined, so that his poz cock reaches deeper than expected. I feel the warm of his toxic precum dripping inside me, while the cold of the metal cock ring is giving my hole a different sensation outside. He pushes even harder and the whole chair starts to shakes, the room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat. I feel his cock pulsating and know it will only be a few more thrust until his poz load will fill me up the second time. He forces himself even deeper and with a final, violent thrust his toxic load fills me up. It takes him 9 shoots, before all of his poz cum is inside me, his ass in my hands the whole time and his body pressed against mine, without space for air. He collapses again on top of me, but this time we are face to face and a deep kiss finishes this second gift giving. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me. After a few minutes we finally leave the chair and both our hairy chests are full of my cum, apparently I shot a load while he was in his post climax bliss on top of me. 'Mike that was great, but now we have to make sure the gift is taking hold of you. Take this plug and keep my toxic seed inside you as long as possible' I manage to put the plug in place with ease, as it is smaller than Doctor John's cock. But I have still one fantasy I need to fulfil today. I got to my pants and take out my phone. 'I need one more picture Doctor John, then we are finished' I kneel before him, take Doctor John's cock in my mouth, which becomes instantly hard again, and angle the phone. I press the button and see how my phone captures my face, sucking a cock with a biohazard tattoo in full view. I stand up and Doctor John looks at me quizzically. 'What do you want with that?' he asks. 'This will be my new profile pic on the apps, no headless torso any more. It's time to be out and proud about my bug chasing desires' I change my pics and Doctor John smiles at me. 'That's great, but now finish me off, you cannot leave a poz cock this hard behind. Get on your knees ...'

I got fucked by my BF's roommate while he was in the shower getting ready for our 3rd anniversary. The roommate walked by our room when I was changing and I caught him starring at me naked in a mirror. We always had a little flirty energy but never acted on it. Being a horny 20-something at the time, I wandered over to his room and rode his cock. He busted in me quick before my BF's shower water stopped. Then I scurried back to our room and showered up before my BF and I went to dinner. BF and I had a bunch of drinks and I sucked him off that night. I was pent up because I hadn't busted yet, so when my BF passed out I hung out in the living room scrolling through a4a and CL m4m at the time. The TV was on and his roommate wandered out and eventually and railed me again on the balcony. We went to the balcony so we could hear if my BF woke up to have time to act like we were just having a drink and a smoke. I shot a load off the balcony while he nutted in me again. A very memorable anniversary for me, as I started a hookup affair with his roommie. EDIT: Also worth mentioning, an older gay neighbor caught us fucking from his window and jerked off for us - we both hooked up with him a few weeks later.

HITCHED Within three years, I finished my master’s degree and was a couple of years into moving up the ladder with a firm in a large east coast city. Bob started a very successful business, also in a northeastern city. Bob and I visited each other a few times a year because we were an hour train ride away. He brought a different girlfriend with him each time we visited, but he finally found a nice Italian girl from Brooklyn, and they seemed to be well-suited. I didn’t know if he still had sex with guys on the side, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Dan continued to be a globe-trotter at the agency and was starting to learn the management side of the business. Due to his schedule, I didn’t see Dan as often as I saw Bob. I started seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of seeing so many friends and guys I knew die young. Like all my contemporaries, I never grew accustomed to young death. And like some of them, I didn’t know if I was a ticking time. Looking back, I think I just assumed I was. I also discussed this with a couple of my closest friends, but never with my old college roommates. So far, I was the vision of a healthy young gay man, as were they. But I started to use condoms, most of the time. I wasn't ready to face taking a test and waiting weeks for the results. Much to his father’s chagrin, Dan’s career prevented him from ever finishing his undergraduate degree and continuing onto law school. But Dan was by far the smartest of my friends and he invested his considerable income in real estate in Manhattan, Harlem and Brooklyn long before prices skyrocketed. Dan was never into the drug scene in college, and he stayed out of the drug culture that pervaded the fashion industry. At 28, he was even wealthier than his old man, who was the managing partner of his Wall Street law firm. Dan invited Bob and me to the civil ceremony between him and his boyfriend, Kieran, who owned the construction company that did all the renovations to Dan’s investments. Dan was always muscular and lean, but I noticed he was particularly lean at the wedding and he’d been training for a marathon.. He was always the peacock among my friends. Dan’s twin sister, Liz, attended, but Dan’s parents did not. They were devout Irish-Catholics, but Dan was their only son, after all. I loved Liz and we got along like a riot. She was smart like Dan, but funny, out-going and razor-tongued compared to Dan’s relative introversion. In fact, Liz knew I was gay before I did. She outed me to myself when she visited Dan when we were still in college. She was surprised I was deceiving myself and told me I needed to get over that fast. Dan and Kieran had a party at a ballroom in the midtown hotel after the civil ceremony. The out-of-town guests seemed to all be staying at the hotel. But Bob and his girlfriend were staying with her parents in Brooklyn, far away from temptation. I had a couple of drinks and started talking to one of Dan’s friends from the industry. His name was Axel, and he was blond, blue-eyed and more muscular than the typical male fashion model. He was from Hamburg but had a small flat in Paris when he wasn’t working a runway or a fashion shoot. He was incredibly out of my league and I didn't know why he was even talking to me. While we chatted, I reached behind him and grabbed one of his muscular buttocks. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a drink in his room and we left the reception. In his room, we continued to kiss, as we tore each other’s clothes off. I pushed him back on his bed and got on top of him as we continued to kiss. Axel had a great veiny uncut cock, and I eventually licked my way down to it and pulled the hood back as I went down on him. He pulled me up to him and took his hooded cock and docked with my circumcised dick, our precum mixing under his hood. I pushed his legs back and he pulled them to his chest as I licked his beautiful hairy crack and hole. He made it wink at me, and I said, “I’ve got to get inside you right now.” He had some condoms, lube and a little brown bottle on the nightstand and I reached for them. I handed him the poppers then I ripped open the condom and squirted some lube on my cock. Axel huffed the poppers as I pushed my sheathed head into his hole and slowly slid all the way into him. I was a couple of strokes in and Axel pushed me out of his ass and said, “David, I want to feel you inside of me. I hate condoms,” as he pulled the condom off my cock. I didn’t waste a second before entering him naturally, although I knew better. I started fucking Axel hard and his hooded cock was leaking precum profusely. “I’ll pull out before I cum,” I said to him. He shook his “no” and held up the bottle to my nose as I huffed. With my head swimming I started to rail Axel’s beautiful pussy as then I came hard inside of him. We fucked each other much of the night when one of us would wake up horny. The next morning I woke up with Axel sliding his cock balls-deep, "Time to get up David." I returned home the later that day and the day after that, I felt that “pissing razorblades” feeling of gonorrhea.

Sometimes yes, but I prefer to drink another man's piss. One fun thing I occasionally do is make coffee with my piss instead of hot water: it always tastes great 😄

Just back from Key West - not a long trip but enough to update. First, I didn't realize this site is banned in Florida and some other Southern States, including Texas and Georgia so kind of explains why no one blogged about Key West. I'll give a quick run down for future visitors. Key West- fly in if you can , driving 4-5 hours from Miami might seems like a great idea but if there is an accident the trip could take longer since its basically two lanes - North/South. So fly in when you can. Small Airport - not far from main street-- Duval is the main strip. The newer hotels are on Simonton and United- its the quieter part of Key West. Everything is in walking distance so no real reason to rent a car. All the gay bars, which have karokee, drag etc - are on Duval or just off one of the streets and on Petronia. The one leather bar, 1 Saloon -is on Petronia - its a like an old Rawhide/Eagle -- they have do have a backcorner darkroom but it was too exposed and the size of a small closet--and the lighting is way too much -- they did have an interesting sling -think of Cirque du Soliel - only a twink could ride it but again the space is just too open to be a sleazy corner-- and they do have a back patio -but I gathered this is only feasible when its a large gqy event in town. When I was there it was like 5 people on Sat night. Duval street reminded me of Bourbon Street in New Orleans but without the raunch and crazy. But , you can imagine during Spring Break or some Gay event-it must be quite the show. Its very lovely -great shops and atmosphere. This is a very laid back place , the beach was blue and wonderful - the weather was amazing- just right. Truman Adult Bookstore- is on Truman Street just between Simonton and White -- its a very raunchy porn store with glorholes, Pay $5 to go in and you can come back and forth while its open. I believe its been sold , so wont' be there too much longer but i bet if those walls could talk they would cream your pants. I was able to suck some dick while i was there in the evening time but just not enuf of a crowd to really make it jump. Leather Master of Key West- this is right off Duval on Apple routh Lane, -this is where to go for equipment, douche, room deodorizer, toys, leather gear, lingerie, etc-- its an old school gay store without the fanfare. Go spend money and keep them open! Like stepping back in time. the main event- ISLAND HOUSE -this is really off the beaten path- White and Fleming. The entrance is just on White. turn down the lane- youll see the pathway - this gay hotel has been recently renovated the rooms but the complex i thought was quite beautiful and the labyrinth of paths made it so much more fun- why do pigs love exploring paths? the rooms looked great-- you can do a day pass-- $45 and you can come n go all day long till 1am-- but Sunday has a very popular pool party - lovely bar and restaurant. and a nude patio on 2nd floor. For the daytimers, you have to show ID , phone # , and they give you a key/lock for the small locker- and towels. You then have access to the gym, saunas, various hottubs etc . The main event is the what I call the RED ROOM on the 2nd floor-its the "video" room - you go in - - thru the leather flaps. direct on right is 3 gloryhole cabins and a bed at hip height that is great to just bend over and take loads. - a video is playing so your entertainment can have something to watch. The real gift is the main room- its not huge - think of a horseshoe-- surrounded by leather banquets to sit - and do whatever but right in the middle is a fuckhorse so for any good cumdump this is your spot. You can't ask for any thing better. I discovered it after an hour- it was quite dark and the red did quite make things so sharp but when I saw another bottom getting railed then i actually saw the horse- i thought shit i lost that spot - but the bottom tapped out! I knew i better grab it - not that the room was crowded-despite the size at the Pool party the room had stragglers in and out. - mostly cocksuckers - but i took the opportunity to take my spot and i took about 6 loads -it was glorious getting it at both ends and i forgot how hot it was to hear "this hole is so wet" i paid the price the next day when my sternun was so sore i couldn't lay on my stomach at the beach! But who cares i knew my place. I can imagine when they host a big gay event this place must jump . I really liked it- not too many of these places left in the world especially in US. so we have to support them while we can and enjoy. It is quite a healthy walk from the main point of activity but i felt safe but if you can stay there - great but dont 'fret if you want to stay somewhere cheaper and do the day pass. $45 seems like alot but really you do get alot for the price of being free and oinking away! So i hope this helps for Key West vistors - I still prefer Ft Lauderdale but thats' on the main island but for a big bear event in Key West- do go support Island House!!!

Love my athletic socks and sneakers. Jocks are also hot but usually want to expose myself.

Definite Sneaker Fetish here. I've actually lost count of how many pairs I've got these days. Everything from Airmax 90s, Airmax BW, Shox, Tuned/TNs, Jordans and Air Force, Dunks etc.