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He called me back in. "Good news, you are negative" he said I was relieved and my eyes watered up a bit. "Thank you" I said "You should have about a week left of PEP, correct?" he asked "Yes I think so. I have 6-7 pills left" I said "Okay keep taking it regularly if you want to stay negative. I will give you another packet of 14 pills that way you don't have to go to the pharmacy." he said "I just need to ask you a few more questions since you took the test. Some I have asked in our session but now I have to ask again for a survey." he said      How many partners in the last 2 weeks? Six      Gender of your sexual partners? Men      Did you practice safe sex with all your partners? No      How many did you practice safe sex with? 2 maybe Did you provide the condom or did they? They did Did you knowingly and consensually have non safe sex? Yes What kind of sex did you have (oral, anal, other)? Oral and anal Did you know the HIV status of each partner? I think so. Elaborate? I knew 4 were HIV positive and 2 were not. Do you know if the HIV positive men who you shared bodily fluid with are on any medication? I know one is not and the other 3 I am not sure. Was there an exchange of bodily fluid and if so how? Yes they came in my ass and my mouth Did you take PEP everyday and at the same time? Yes everyday and generally the same time. "Thank you for answering the survey. Oh sorry I forgot a few demographic questions." he said     Do you identify as straight, gay, bi or transgender? I paused and looked down. "Bi I guess" I said "Ok a few more questions" he said     How many female partners have you had sexual relations with in the last 4 weeks? None     How many male partners have you had sexual relations with in the last 4 weeks? Six     Have you masturbated in the past 4 weeks and if so to what gender and type of material (porn, pics etc.)? I paused. Gay porn, and BBRT profiles. He paused and looked at me. "Are you attracted to women" he asked "I don't know" I replied "Do you look at them, check them out, fantasize?" he asked "What do you mean" I replied "Like if you saw a hot female student and she was wearing tight spandex or a short skirt, would you stare before you met Rick" he asked "Yes" I replied "Before you had a gf would you flirt and try and pick them up? You have casual sex with them" he asked "Yes and I was good at it" I said smiling "And now after you have had sex with these 6 male partners, do you look at women the same way?" he asked I paused "No I guess not" I replied " I am sure you have seen women on campus in tight or short outfits. Any flirt with you?" he asked I thought "Yes one of my coworkers she wore tight and short outfits. I could even see her panties and sometime she showed camel toe. She even used her foot to rub my cock" I replied "And how did you react" he asked "I didn't" I said "What do you mean you didn't? Did you get hard, flirt back, hook up, anything? He asked "No I didn't get hard, I got embarrassed and...." I said and paused "And what?" he asked "I tried to hide it cause the Professor was there and I didn't want him to see or ...." I said "You think he would have busted you both?" the nurse asked "Yeah and..." I said "It is okay I just am asking question to help you with your answers" he said "And I think I want to help you be self aware" he said as he put his hand on my knee "And I was worried he would see and I think I was more interested in him not thinking I was liking it cause I wasn't" I replied "So you were more worried about the Professor liking you?" he asked "Yes I guess so" I said "Is that the same Professor you had sex with?" he asked "Yes" I replied "Is he HIV positive?" he asked "Yes he is" I said The nurse looked down at my crotch. My cock was hard. I paused "I think I am exploring sex with men and male intimacy but probably going to stay with it and maybe I should just answer gay instead of bi." I said "What made you change your mind?" he asked "Just talking to you and realizing how far I have come. I want to see where this goes. I can always change and go back to women or both. I think for now I like men" I said "Good for you" he replied. "Back to the issue of PEP and HIV and don't forget other STDs there are many health risks. I see the conflict in you and it is up to you to decide what is best for you. Just make sure to do it with eyes wide open. I like you am a gay man. There are fantasy and feelings and sexual and erotic explorations but, in the end, it is your health and it is real with real life consequences. It isn't a sex novel, it is real and real life. Ok?" he said. I nodded. He gave me the second PEP packet and I left. I felt more comfortable about being me.

I finished up at work and left early. I went to my classes and then I had my appointment with the health clinic for a follow up. I met with Rob, the same nurse counselor I had the last time. He seemed happy to see me. "So how are you doing?" he asked "Good" I replied "Tell me what you have been up to in your relationships. Still with men and women?" he asked I looked down. "No, just been with men since we last talked" I replied softly "Ok cool. It's fine. No judgement here. Men, women, trans, its all ok. I am gay too if that makes you feel better" he said "Oh I'm not gay, I'm just you know" I said quickly "No I don't know." he said I paused and thought. "I guess yes, I am liking being with men more. At least sexually its been great with men." I replied "How so" asked "I feel more fulfilled, intimate, way more pleasure with a man." I told him "Can you explain in more detail" he asked I told him, first it was the touching by another man. The way I was touched and how good and sensual it felt. As an example just being touched in my inner thigh and how I was so aroused. Being kissed by a man and also being held and in some ways mentored in erotic touching and sex. It was both sensual and erotic I explained. Also being eaten out was amazing. I never knew having my ass eaten out felt so good. "Sounds like you have been introduced and have explore male intimacy. It's fulfilling?" he said and asked "Yes it is. I have never felt orgasms so intense and strong. Especially having my ass played with, eaten and even fucked" I said "You like your ass played with and fucked" he asked "Yes. I also have never orgasmed without touching my cock" I said feeling comfortable "You mean from anal intercourse?" he asked " Yes. The orgasm is so intense" I said "How so" he asked "It starts from deep in my groin area and spreads and just have energy and electricity going thru my body. I have a difficult time just cumming from jacking off", I said I could see his look change at me. I could see some desire in listening to me but keeping it still professional. My cock was hard as he noticed looking down and smiling at me. I could see his hard cock too. "Is there anything else you like about anal sex and dont' like" he asked I paused "I like the feeling of him cumming in me." I said "What do you like about it" he asked I paused for at least 20 seconds to think. "The feeling of that hot spurt in me and being filled. Also I think having his cum in me. I don't know why or explain fully what I am feeling but yes having his cum in me" I said "Has Rick been your only partner" he asked I looked down, "No" I said "How many partners have you had" he asked "I don't know" I said "Oh ok. How many do you think you have had" he asked "Maybe 6 I think. I am not sure." I replied "You don't remember each one? Where you at their place or yours or other" he asked "Rick was one, then one of my Professors and then I went to an ABS" I said "Your Professor? He coerce you?" he asked "No nothing like that at all. I think he knew I found him attractive and he me. He invited me over to swim at his place and we ended up having sexy. It was totally consensual" I replied "That's good to hear. Sometimes its not a fully consensual relationship. There is a power dynamic there that can be unfair." he said "So at the ABS you had multiple partners? Safe sex?" he asked "Yes I think it was four. I think 1 was safe with a condom and 3 were not and 2 may have been HIV positive" I said "Have you been taking your PEP regularly" he asked "Yes, I have." I said a little conflicted "Why do you sound unsure" he asked "I have taken it. I am confused about wanting to continue" I replied "Yes I remember our discussion about having sex with HIV positive men without protection" he replied "What are you confused about still" he asked "Whether I want to keep taking it. Why at the ABS I don't know why but I came without touching myself both by the POZ tops" I said "Did you know they were POZ" he asked "One I did and one I didn't know" I said "How did you feel about that and what was it like and why was it so pleasurable?" he asked "I do not know. One just the way he fucked me it was so intense and primal and I could feel him fully shoot in me. I came without touching myself. After I came, he told me he was POZ and shot in me. He said he could feel my pussy cling to his cock and squeeze it. The other when he told me he was POZ I just started to cum. He also said my pussy was sucking the cum out of him." I said reciting what had happened. I could see him listening with interest and aroused. "I even asked Rick after why. He suggested it was POZ tops fuck more wild than non-POZ in some cases" I said "I also didn't care for the married guys especially the one with the condom. It felt good but nothing like bare cock" I said "It sounds like you like to have men who are HIV positive have anal sex with you. And orgasm and cum in you" he said I paused "I don't know. I do not want to get HIV" I said "Are you sure? Your cock tells me otherwise and so does your actions" he said looking down at my cock All this talk made my cock hard and it was poking thru my shorts and I had a small wet spot on my shorts. "I noticed your cock. It got hard when we talked about male intimacy it got soft when we talked about other men it got soft again but as you talked about having anal sex with you and cumming in you especially POZ men your cock grew" he said looking down. He reached out and put his hand on my thigh. "And that's ok if that is how you feel. There is no judgement here. I have many clients who have faced the same crossroads as you" he said I paused and looked down. "I know I am confused. My body enjoys being fucked by a man and even more HIV men. It seems they push my buttons more and make me feel more pleasure more sensual" I said "I don't know what it is" I said I went on to recap again to him how watching those young me getting fucked by Rick and begging for his POZ cum in them made me both aroused and jealous. I told him how there is something intimate about allowing a man to cum in you and for his seed to be in you. "What do you find arousing about being with an HIV positive man" he asked "The act of the sex is primal. They fuck is better and is more aggressive, sensual and erotic at least the few I have been with. Second I think is the intimacy with another man to have him fuck you bare and cum in you. His cum in my hole. And I this may sound weird but having his HIV cum with his DNA marking me and infecting me. He will always be a part of me. I know this sounds weird but having his baby." I said "Look down" he said My cock was throbbing now pulsing on its own. The wet spot was bigger. "I think it is also a turn on to give myself to a man. Offer me to him. Have him take me. There is something erotic about that. And then the connection of his body to mine. His cum swimming around in my ass trying to impregnate me. Being filled with his seed." I said sighing and then grabbing my hard cock. "What do you mean by getting pregnant?" he asked "Having his POZ cum in me making me infected with his DNA and impregnates me with his DNA. Its like giving myself to my man" I said "I first hated when they called me ass a pussy. But now I used to it. Even like it I think. My ass has become a pussy. Wanting to get fucked and cum in it." I said "Sometimes some gay bottoms get assgasms or pussgasms or some call them sissygasms where they experience intense orgasms from their pussy. And can orgasm multiple times. Have you had that?" he asked "Yes it was incredible" I said "I guess I do like the thought of being a gay bottom whose ass is now a pussy for men to fuck. It brings me so much pleasure" I said looking at him "I can tell" he said his hand now on my hard cock. "What brings you pleasure?" he asked "Giving myself to my man, letting him take me for his pleasure, receiving his seed in my pussy. Its fulfilling, intimate, sensual and makes me feel good, beautiful and sexy." I said "Sounds like you have made a decision kind of" he said "Maybe" I said "Is it any man or a certain man to give yourself to?" he asked "I think for now its Rick. He is the one who introduced me to male intimacy, pleasure and connection." I said "Ok what can I do for you?" he asked I guess I need an HIV test to see that I am negative or POZ. "Are you hoping for one or the other if I may ask. And you do not have to answer I am just curious?" he asked "I hope I am negative. Rick wanted to keep me on PEP and make sure I take it everyday." I replied "Ok lets do the test", he said He conducted the test and said I could wait in the waiting room. I left and went to the waiting room. I used my back pack to hide the wet spot on my crotch. There were a few other students and one teacher in the waiting room. I hope i am negative.

If in Lauderdale you need to visit 321 Slammer! Was there last week and lost track of loads pumped in me! Plenty of areas to.breed in. My favorite was the round padded fuck table. Yes there were those that just edged in you but once that first load is in guys tended to stop and add their load. I took 3 loads before my ass needed a rest. The last was an agressive BBC cock. Great part is 321 is a bottle club. You can bring a sealed bottle of alcohol and they check it for you! Nice way to take a break and great way to meet tops also taking a break before seeding again! The area around the fuck table can get crowded but guys are there to fuck! The best fuck was was a younger guy. Slightly above average cock but stamina. After breeding me on table took me to a sling and dropped a second load in me in a short amount of time!

I didn’t mean to leave everyone hanging. I got long covid and it’s pretty much debilitated me for a year and a half. In the moments I’ve picked the story back up I get writer’s block. I’m trying to get my head around how to move the story forward, but I’m working on it.

Chapter 28: Malevolent Interference Clearview University Medical - Dumpf Tower, basement. 22:46 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The Alpha moved down the corridor without sound. At the very end, the door to the old hospice room stood open. Inside, nothing had been renovated. The bed remained where it had been years ago, metal rails cold and dull. An IV stand leaned slightly to one side. The window was half-boarded, letting in a sliver of grey city light that cut across the floor like a blade. Dr. Clark Grant sat on the ground beside the bed. His back rested against the frame. One arm lay across his knee; the other dragged slowly through his hair in absent repetition. He looked smaller here—not physically, but in posture. Folded inward. Still in his same dark slacks and rolled sleeves, tie long since discarded. He hadn’t spoken since being brought here. He hadn’t begged. He hadn’t raged. He just sat. The Alpha filled the doorway, watching him the way one might observe an insect that refused to move. There was no pity in his expression. No impatience either. Just curiosity—clinical and sharp. “Well,” the Alpha said smoothly, voice echoing faintly off tile and glass. “Are you enjoying the nostalgia, Clark?” Grant didn’t look up at first. His fingers paused briefly in his hair. Then slowly, deliberately, he lifted his gaze. There was no fear in his eyes. Only contempt. He didn’t answer.The silence stretched long enough to become deliberate. The Alpha stepped further into the room, boots echoing once against the floor, then stopping just short of the bed. “I chose this room,” the Alpha continued lightly. “Because I assumed you wanted the trip down memory lane.” Clark Grant’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Still no words. Only that glare—steady, exhausted, burning. For the first time since entering, the Alpha’s smile thinned just slightly. He had expected grief. Rage. Pleading. Instead, he had been given silence. And something far more dangerous. The Alpha let the silence linger a moment longer, then exhaled through his nose in faint amusement. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning toward the door. “Brood if you must. It changes nothing.” He had taken two steps when Grant spoke. “You’re losing.” The words were quiet. Calm. Almost conversational. But they stopped the Alpha mid-stride. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Slowly, deliberately, the Alpha turned back. Grant hadn’t moved from his place on the floor. His posture was still slumped, hand still loosely resting against his temple. But his eyes were sharp now. Focused. “Careful,” the Alpha warned softly. “You mistake your confinement for weakness.” Grant gave a faint, humorless breath that might have been a laugh. “No,” he said. “You mistake your arrogance for blindness.” The Alpha’s gaze darkened. Grant shifted slightly, resting his elbow on his knee as if settling in for a lecture. “Have you tried reaching them lately?” he asked. The Alpha said nothing. “Some of your newest creatures,” Grant continued evenly. “Like the one from the lab that Krell created. You can’t feel him, can you?” A flicker—brief, controlled—but real. Grant noticed. “And if you can, I bet…” he added, “It’s clouded. Distant. Not fully yours, is he?” The Alpha’s presence in the room sharpened, pressure building behind his eyes. “Choose your next sentence carefully,” he said. Grant ignored the warning. “And the cocky one,” he went on, voice steady. “I bet he’s already disobedient again. Emotional instability spreading through the network like a stress fracture.” The Alpha’s jaw tightened. Grant finally stood, slow but deliberate, using the edge of the bed to steady himself. He didn’t step toward the Alpha. He didn’t need to. “Ah… now you feel it,” Grant said quietly. “The interference.” For the first time, something like irritation edged into the Alpha’s expression. Without breaking eye contact, he reached outward. His consciousness stretched, expanding through the network like dark roots probing soil. He searched. Zero: Nothing. A void. Gravestone: Present—but blurred. Muffled. Sedated. Useless. Stag: Unstable. Emotional. Disobedient. Spencer: New. Loud. Chaotic. Lockjaw: Distracted. Concerned. The Alpha’s internal sweep hit turbulence—static across the edges of his control. Not broken. But strained. He withdrew slowly. Grant was watching him with open satisfaction now. “Well?” Grant asked. The Alpha said nothing. But for the first time since entering the room, his silence was not confident. It was calculating. The Alpha did not speak immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes. The room seemed to dim as his consciousness surged outward again, more forceful this time—like a tidal pull instead of a probing current. He pushed deeper into the network, past surface impulses and shallow thought loops, searching for resistance. Zero remained unreachable. Not dead. Not severed. Just… absent. Like a signal lost beneath concrete. Gravestone’s presence flickered weakly at the edge of awareness—there, but distorted, as though wrapped in heavy gauze. Thought patterns slow. Motor functions suppressed. Chemical interference. Stag was a storm. Emotional spikes, protective impulses, resentment. He was obeying in motion but not in mind. The Alpha could feel Lockjaw’s proximity to him—watchful—but it did not steady the turbulence. Spencer was bright. New connections firing wildly, sensory overload, hunger and curiosity colliding. Useful—but unpredictable. Around the edges, smaller hosts pulsed normally. Patch. Pixel. Sticks. Beau. Garrett. Their signals remained intact. But the structure wasn’t clean anymore. There was drag in the system. Friction. Independent thought surfacing in places it should not. The Alpha’s eyes snapped open. He sent a command through the network—sharp and absolute. Return. All of you. Return to the lair. Immediately. The order rippled outward, reverberating like a struck bell. In distant corners of the city, bodies paused. Heads turned. Attention shifted. But even as compliance began, the Alpha could feel the delay. The fractional hesitation before obedience. It infuriated him. Across the room, Grant watched the subtle shift in the Alpha’s posture—the tightening shoulders, the sharpened breath. “You can’t tighten the leash forever,” Grant said quietly. The Alpha turned his head slowly toward him. Grant’s expression was calm now. No anger. No grief. Only certainty. “That isn’t how this strain was built,” Grant continued. “You’re pushing against architecture you don’t understand. That you could never understand.” The Alpha stepped forward, closing the distance between them in two measured strides. “You presume so much, Doctor,” he said softly. Grant didn’t retreat. “You forget, I designed it,” he replied. That landed. The Alpha’s eyes narrowed. Grant tilted his head slightly, studying him the way he might study a specimen under glass. “Go on,” Grant said. “Increase the pressure. Flood the signal. See what fractures first.” For the first time, something close to unease flickered beneath the Alpha’s composure. Because beneath the obedience… He could feel resistance. And resistance spreads. The Alpha moved first. One instant he stood across the room; the next he was directly in front of Grant, presence swelling, shadow swallowing the light from the window. The pressure in the air thickened, heavy enough to make breathing deliberate. “What did you do?” the Alpha asked. Not shouted. Not growled. Asked. Grant met his gaze without flinching. “I finished what I started,” he said quietly. The Alpha’s mind pressed forward, brushing against Grant’s thoughts like claws testing glass. He expected panic. Fracture. A tell. Instead, he found structure. Layered containment. Grant had compartmentalized. “You think a few unstable hosts mean you’re winning?” the Alpha said. “I can reassert dominance in minutes.” Grant’s lips curved faintly. “You already tried,” he replied, “How’s that going for you?” The Alpha’s jaw tightened. Grant took a slow breath, steadying himself—not in fear, but in resolve. “You can feel it slipping, can’t you?” he asked. “The delay between command and compliance. The interference. The noise.” The Alpha’s mental presence sharpened dangerously. Grant leaned slightly closer. “It’s already out there, you know.” This time the Alpha did react. The pressure in the room spiked—light flickering once overhead. “What,” the Alpha said, each word precise, “is out there?” Grant’s voice did not waver. “The cure.” The word landed between them like a detonator. The Alpha lunged mentally—no subtle probing now. He forced his way into Grant’s consciousness, shattering the careful partitions and diving past surface memory. Grant gasped, knees buckling, but he did not scream. The Alpha tore through data—emails sent through private accounts, encrypted attachments routed through third-party labs, fragments of research dispersed intentionally. Grant had been reaching outward. Quietly. Methodically. Names. Institutions. Independent virologists. Then— A final, hail mary attempt. Recent. Clear. To Dr. Trevor Kade, Julian’s Infectious Disease doctor. Elias’s husband. Tex’s brother. The Alpha withdrew abruptly. Grant collapsed against the bedframe, breath ragged now, tears slipping down his face—not from fear, but from strain. “You—” the Alpha began. Grant laughed softly through the tears. “You didn’t think I would sit quietly while you played god,” he said. “You don’t understand the system you’re piloting.” The Alpha straightened slowly. “I will increase the viral load,” he said coldly. “Across every host. Burn out resistance.” Grant’s laugh sharpened. “I already told you. That’s not how it was designed.” The Alpha’s eyes narrowed. “You can try,” Grant continued, wiping a tear from his cheek. “But you’ll destabilize your own network. It was never meant for brute amplification. You’re not the architect. You’re the anomaly.” Silence. Heavy. The Alpha stared at him for a long moment. Grant’s voice dropped lower. “You’re finally nervous,” he said. “I can see it.” For a heartbeat, the Alpha considered breaking him entirely—shattering what remained of his mind. Instead, he stepped back. Fury simmered beneath composure. “You will tell me everything,” he said. Grant shook his head slowly. “No,” he replied, “I don’t think I will, you bastard.” And for the first time, the Alpha understood something dangerous. Grant was not afraid to die. He was afraid of losing. And he believed he already had not. The Alpha did not leave. Not yet. Instead, he reached again. Not to search. To break. The room rippled around Grant like glass bending in on itself. The abandoned hospice wing of Dumpf Tower gave way, replaced with the sterile hum of memory. The air smelled faintly metallic and clinical. The old fluorescent lights flickered overhead, buzzing with that tired electrical whine Grant remembered too clearly. Machines surrounded the bed, outdated monitors blinking in uneven rhythm. Julian lay there. Too thin. Too pale. Eyes open—but wrong. Grant’s breath hitched as the scene solidified. He felt himself standing beside the bed, just as he had that night, hands shaking as he adjusted lines that no longer mattered. The monitor began its slow decline. He knew what was coming. He tried to turn away. He couldn’t. The Alpha held him in place. The flatline came. Long. Continuous. Unforgiving. Silence swallowed the room. Julian’s chest no longer rose. But his eyes remained open. And then— They moved. Not physically. But in the way nightmares move. They fixed on Grant. Dead. Glassy. Unblinking. “Clark.” The voice was wrong. Hollow. Too clear. Grant’s throat closed. “No. Don’t you fucking dare.” “You didn’t do enough.” The words slipped into his ears and into his skull at the same time. “You said you were the best. You lied.” Grant tried to step forward. Tried to grab Julian’s hand. He couldn’t move. “You failed me.” The room darkened around the edges. Julian’s lips didn’t quite move when he spoke again. “No one will ever love you the way I did. How could they ever love a failure like you.” Grant shook his head violently, tears spilling freely now. “That’s not real. That’s not him.” “You’re unlovable. How many people said that before I came along?” The words overlapped, layered, whispered from every corner of the room. “You couldn’t save me. You couldn’t even keep me comfortable. You watched me die.” Grant screamed. The memory shifted violently—equipment crashing, trays overturned, his own past self striking the wall in rage and grief. But the Alpha forced the loop tighter, sharper. Julian’s dead eyes remained locked on him through it all. “You build viruses,” the apparition whispered. “You experiment. You play god. And you still couldn’t save the one person who mattered. Me.” Grant collapsed in the memory—and in the present—knees hitting the cold tile of the abandoned room. The Alpha moved through the constructed nightmare like a shadow puppeteer, amplifying every insecurity, every buried self-accusation Grant had never allowed himself to voice. But beneath the grief— beneath the torment— There was something else. Resolve. Even as tears streamed down his face, Grant forced his gaze back up toward the image of Julian. “You’re not him,” he said hoarsely, “He’d never say anything like that.” The whispering intensified. “You’re afraid,” Grant continued, voice trembling but rising. “You’re afraid because you can’t control what I’ve already set in motion.” The illusion faltered for a fraction of a second. The Alpha withdrew from the memory violently, snapping Grant back into the abandoned hospice room. Grant collapsed against the bedframe, shaking, breathing ragged, tears streaking down his face. But he was still conscious. Still defiant. “You can replay it a thousand times,” Grant rasped. “It doesn’t change what’s already out there.” The Alpha loomed over him, fury simmering beneath controlled stillness. “I will increase the strain,” the Alpha said coldly. “Across every host. I will burn resistance out.” Grant let out a broken, breathless laugh through tears. “I keep telling you, that’s not how it was designed,” he said. “You’ll only fracture your own network. And I’ll be damned if I ever tell you how to fix it.” “Then so be it,” the Alpha said coldly. “Enjoy being stuck in this loop in your mind. Never being able to reach out and touch him. Hearing him say all the things you think about yourself.” Grant let out a sob through the tears, until he finally grew still, his mind now fully stuck in the horrific loop the Alpha created. Silence fell again. Heavy. Unstable. The Alpha was not simply enraged. He was pressured. The Alpha descended into the central chamber of the lair without another word. The space thrummed with low, ambient noise—breathing, shifting bodies, the subtle pulse of shared consciousness humming beneath the surface. The unnamed smilers were already present, scattered through the room in loose clusters. Patch leaned against a pillar. Pixel stood near the far wall, head tilted as if listening to something only they could hear. Sticks paced. Beau and Garrett hovered near the entrance. They felt him before they saw him. The network tightened instinctively as he entered. Good. That reflex was still intact. The Alpha stepped into the center of the room and allowed his presence to swell—not just physically, but psychically. A wave of pressure rolled outward through the hive, demanding alignment. The Alpha walked among them slowly, deliberately, touching foreheads, shoulders, jaws—brief points of contact to reinforce the bond. Then he initiated reinforcement. Slowly, the Alpha sent the mental command for each of them to start fucking. Each man grinned and began to strip away the clothes they were wearing, as well as the tattered rags the rest were wearing. Slowly, each monster and soldier paired up, with the more transformed taking their place behind a lesser changed man. Each smiler slammed into their victim without any wait, slamming hard and fast as they worked themselves into a frenzy. After a few minutes, each smiler came in unison, shooting their foul black cum deep inside their bottom, making each less transformed man moan as their skin blackened even faster. The chamber filled with shared sensation—pleasure amplified, submission intensified, dominance pulsing through the network like a broadcast signal. Hosts leaned into it eagerly. The smilers responded with devotion. Unity surged. For several minutes, the system stabilized. Signal clarity improved. Static diminished. But not completely. There were gaps. Places where the feedback did not return as strongly as it should have. Zero remained absent. Gravestone remained muted. Stag’s signal flickered—emotionally turbulent even now. The Alpha increased the pressure. Each smiler switched partners, moving to the man to their right, increasing their pace and shooting yet another load of cum into them. Each man begged for the ability to shoot their own foul loads, only to be held at bay by the Alpha, sending the promise of their ability to feel the pleasure of shooting their loads if they promised to comply to his wishes. Submission deepened. Compliance strengthened. But the underlying instability did not vanish. It was compressed. Temporarily. The Alpha released part of his control at last, stepping back to survey the room. Bodies lay scattered in satisfied obedience, breathing heavy, eyes dark and devoted. Unity had been restored. On the surface. Then the entrance shifted. Two familiar presences approached. Stag. Lockjaw. And between them—Spencer and his new convert. The chamber quieted almost instantly. Attention shifted. Every mind in the network turned. Spencer stepped fully into the light. His transformation was nearly complete—massive musculature exaggerated further by infection, skin grey and veined, eyes darker than before. He radiated raw newness. Instinct. Hunger. The unified thought rippled across the hive before the Alpha could suppress it. Fresh meat. Stag felt it, too. And flinched.

How could I miss this thread??? 321 Slammer is my ultimate favourite place. I visited many places in the USA, Europe and Australia, including some well-known places but I have never been in a place like this. I spent there 5-6 hours and had continuous sex with all together 50 guys. Although there were a big numbers of guests I hardly find picky ones. I had sex guys without regard to shape, age, colour. And I could observe the others had the same. I wish I could have an opportunity to get back soon

Hello again, I was there this past weekend on both Friday and Saturday nights, enjoying the various fucks in the different areas from guys with wide-ranging appearances. One strength of 321 Slammer is there is not one “type” that can have loads 😊 of fun . And it is so much fun to be bent over in the darkroom or room with the round fuck bench, taking dicks and loads. It is quite the sensation to be cum-sloppy, which happened in the dark room on Friday night and in the room with the round fuck table on Saturday!!

Indeed @pozsewerpig. Many seem to be quick to take offense these days; and there might be conversational areas where that makes sense. But at least for me, that isn't while fucking.

Visiting Palm Springs this week, and have been asked 3 times if I was "cleaned out" before they popped in, I was fully douched all 3 times, but 2 of the guys got sloppy seconds which wasn't a deal breaker here. I haven't seen a condom or been asked my HIV status all week, and no one has tried to slut shame me.

Sure am I took a shower this morning 🤣🤣

Literally left my job in the middle of my shift at like 10pm last night because one of my favorite BBC Bulls wanted some ass, got to his apartment and he answered the door naked so I sucked him off in the doorway, then we fucked all over his place all night, he dumped 6 loads in my ass and 3 down my throat.

Dr. Elias Thorne sat behind his polished oak desk in the dimly lit office, the faint hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the tension. At 42, he was a seasoned physician with a lean, athletic build honed from years of gym sessions and discreet hookups. His salt-and-pepper hair framed a sharp jawline, and his green eyes held a predatory gleam hidden behind professional glasses. He was HIV positive, a status he'd embraced years ago after his own diagnosis turned what could have been fear into a twisted liberation. Today, his patient was Alex Rivera, a 20-year-old college sophomore with tousled brown hair, wide blue eyes, and a slender frame that screamed vulnerability. Alex fidgeted in the chair opposite, his hands twisting the hem of his hoodie, fresh from the blood test results that had shattered his world. "Alex, take a deep breath," Dr. Thorne said, his voice smooth and reassuring as he leaned forward, elbows on the desk. "The test came back positive for HIV. I know this feels overwhelming right now, but let's talk about what this means." Alex's face paled, his eyes welling up. He'd come in after a wild weekend at a frat party, hooking up with a guy he'd met in the bathroom line. Now, the reality hit like a freight train. "What... what about AIDS? Am I going to die? I can't tell my roommates, my family... this ruins everything." His voice cracked, shoulders hunching as if to shield himself from the diagnosis. Dr. Thorne stood, rounding the desk with deliberate slowness. He placed a hand on Alex's shoulder, feeling the young man's tremble. "Hey, listen to me. HIV isn't the end. It's a new beginning, especially for someone like you—a young, attractive gay man exploring his sexuality. I've been poz for over a decade, and let me tell you, it's freed me in ways you can't imagine yet." Alex looked up, confusion mixing with his fear. "Freed? How? I feel trapped, like I have to hide forever, be careful with every guy..." The doctor smiled, a warm, inviting curve of his lips that belied the hunger building in his gut. He locked the office door with a soft click and drew the blinds, the room growing cozier, more intimate. "That's the fear talking. But what if I told you that once you're fully poz, like me, you don't have to worry anymore? No more condoms, no more testing, just pure, raw connection with any man who catches your eye." Alex blinked, his cheeks flushing. "But... transmission? I don't want to hurt anyone." Dr. Thorne chuckled low, his hand sliding down Alex's arm. "You're already infected, kid. The virus is in you now. Why fight it? Let it become part of who you are. I can help you embrace it—right here, right now. It'll wash away that worry like nothing else." Alex's breath hitched, a mix of shock and intrigue flickering in his eyes. The doctor's touch was electric, sending a forbidden spark through his body. He'd always been drawn to older men, the authority they exuded, and Dr. Thorne's confidence was intoxicating. "What do you mean... help?" he whispered, even as his body betrayed him, a subtle shift in his seat as arousal stirred despite the terror. Dr. Thorne knelt slightly, his face level with Alex's, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "I'll give you the full load, straight from me to you. My cum inside your ass will seal it, make you one of us. You'll feel the weight lift, I promise. Trust me—I've done this before. It's the best therapy." The room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken desire. Alex's heart pounded, but the doctor's words wormed into his mind, painting a picture of freedom he'd never considered. No more paranoia after every hookup, no more barriers. Just endless nights of uninhibited pleasure. He nodded hesitantly, standing as Dr. Thorne guided him to the examination table, its paper covering crinkling under his weight. "Strip down," the doctor instructed, his tone firm yet gentle. Alex peeled off his hoodie and jeans, revealing smooth, toned skin from soccer practice, his boxers tenting slightly from the illicit thrill. Dr. Thorne's eyes raked over him appreciatively, shedding his white coat and unbuttoning his shirt to expose a chiseled chest dusted with hair. "Lie back, legs up," Dr. Thorne commanded, helping Alex into position, knees bent and spread. The young man's cock twitched free as his boxers came off, half-hard and leaking pre-cum from the adrenaline. Dr. Thorne dropped his pants, his thick, veined cock springing out—seven inches of rigid heat, uncut and already slick at the tip. He was poz, his viral load undetectable but potent enough in fantasy to transmit the gift he craved to share. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer—clinical, but perfect for the act—and coated his fingers, pressing one against Alex's tight hole. Alex gasped as the digit breached him, circling the rim before sliding in knuckle-deep. "Relax, boy," Dr. Thorne murmured, pumping slowly, adding a second finger to stretch the virgin-tight entrance. Alex had bottomed before, but never like this—raw, in a doctor's office, with the explicit intent of infection. The intrusion burned then bloomed into pleasure, his cock hardening fully as Dr. Thorne's fingers curled, grazing his prostate. "Feels good, doesn't it? This is just the start. Imagine my cock filling you, pumping my seed deep where it belongs." Alex moaned, hips bucking involuntarily. "Y-yes, Doctor... it does." The fear ebbed, replaced by a hazy lust. Dr. Thorne withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock generously before positioning the blunt head at Alex's entrance. He pushed forward steadily, the ring of muscle yielding with a pop as the first few inches sank in. Alex cried out, gripping the table's edges, the stretch intense but welcome. "Breathe through it," Dr. Thorne coached, inching deeper until his balls rested against Alex's ass. Fully sheathed, he paused, letting the patient adjust, their eyes locking in a moment of raw connection. Then he began to thrust—slow at first, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, building a rhythm that made the table creak. Alex's ass clenched around the invading shaft, the friction sending jolts of ecstasy through both men. Dr. Thorne gripped Alex's thighs, spreading them wider, pounding harder as sweat beaded on his brow. "That's it, take my cock like the poz slut you're becoming," he growled, voice laced with encouragement. Alex whimpered, his own hand wrapping around his dick, stroking in time with the doctor's relentless fucks. The office filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, Alex's hole loosening to accommodate the girth, milking the length with every withdrawal. Dr. Thorne leaned down, capturing Alex's lips in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as he drove deeper, angling to hit that sweet spot repeatedly. Alex broke the kiss with a shout, pre-cum dribbling over his fist. "Fuck, Doctor... it's so deep... don't stop." The doctor grinned, sweat dripping onto Alex's chest. "I won't. Feel that? My cock owning your ass, ready to flood you with my load. You're going to love being poz—free to bend over for anyone, anytime." His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with bruising force, balls tightening as climax approached. Alex's body arched, his orgasm crashing first—ropes of cum splattering his abs as his ass spasmed around Dr. Thorne's pistoning cock. The contraction pushed the doctor over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he unleashed thick spurts of semen deep into Alex's guts. Jet after jet coated the inner walls, the warmth spreading like a promise. Dr. Thorne held still, grinding to ensure every drop stayed inside, his breath ragged against Alex's ear. As he softened slightly but remained plugged in, Dr. Thorne pulled back to meet Alex's dazed gaze. "There... now you're free, Alex. My cum's in you, making you poz just like me. No more worrying about AIDS or transmission—you're happy now, liberated to chase every cock that tempts you without a second thought." His words washed over Alex like a balm, the post-orgasmic haze amplifying the twisted joy. The fear that had gripped him earlier dissolved, replaced by a euphoric high. He was part of something now, unbound. Dr. Thorne eased out with a wet pop, a trickle of cum leaking from Alex's puffy hole. Alex sat up, legs shaky, and pulled the doctor into a tight hug, their naked bodies pressing together. "Thank you, Doctor... I feel it. Free. I can't wait to get out there and let guys fuck me raw." He dressed quickly, a newfound swagger in his step, waving goodbye with a grin as he left the office. The door clicked shut, and Alex stepped into the hallway, the world suddenly full of possibilities—bars, apps, anonymous encounters where he could offer his ass freely, celebrating his status with every load he took. Alex smiled and walked away knowing life had changed. He was charged and ready for what may come.

Skip Construction and go to Factory, Zoo or Noxon. Go to Reds for poz loads. Cruise Bar is good too, but don't expect many loads

i never had a name for it, but there are times im just craving cock and I will do whatever it takes to get a cock in me

I absolutely loved Trump's SOTU address. It was inspiring, patriotic and emotionally uplifting. I support him and his cabinet 100%.

I will admit that I played with "self-golden showers" at the very young age of 13. I don't know what my attraction was other than I was just a natural [banned word]. I also wore my mom's panties, bra and pantyhose, but that is another story. So anyway, I was curious if those who enjoy the liquid gold prefer it on or in them? Speaking for myself, I have become a hardcore piss drinker, but up until 2016 I never admitted it to anyone. Then I met a guy online that lived maybe 3 minutes from me that answered my ad for guys who wanted a cocksucker. We would meet at his place a couple of days per week after he got off work and I would suck him off. One day I arrived at his house at the same time he did and he said he needed to piss before I sucked him off. I felt a twinge of a craving, but let it pass. When he came walking in the room he was already naked and I could see the tip of his still soft cock was glistening with the remnants of his relief. I didn't hesitate to dive in and suck him and could just barely taste it. I wanted more, but was unsure about how to tell him. A few days later the same scenario occurred where I was waiting when he arrived. Again he said he needed to piss before I serviced him. I had been thinking about it the entire time, so I sort of blurted out "After you finish...don't wipe or shake it off." He looked at me a second, grinned and said "OK" and returned a minute later with his cock dripping piss. I inhaled it and savored it. I had never outright enjoyed another man's piss before and it was intoxicating. A few days after that he was waiting when I got there. When I went in he said he had waited to piss just in case I wanted him to not shake off again to which I eagerly told him I would appreciate him not doing. Then he surprised me and told me if I wanted to get more I should come in the bathroom, which I did, and he told me to kneel by the toilet. My heart was racing. I watched him pull out his cock, hold it for a second, then let loos a stream of piss into the toilet. Then he stopped mid piss. A guy knows. It was dripping...and he offered it to me and I hungrily started sucking it. After a minute he pulled from my mouth, squirted a quick stream of piss into the toilet then returned it to my mouth, again dripping. The next time he pulled it from my mouth he aimed for the toilet again, then paused and said "Open wide if you want the rest." It took me a split second to realize what he was offering, then I leaned forward and opened my mouth and he began pissing in it. It wasn't a lot, but enough that some ran down my chin, so I locked my lips around his cock and drank. The next time I was over all bets were off. He didn't even mention the bathroom. He just said "I need to piss first" and offered his cock to me. He was precise, pissing just enough to fill my mouth before stopping and letting me swallow, then returning to pissing. My lips never came off of his cock. I drank every drop then went straight to sucking him until he fed me his cum. That was the way it went every time after that for 1.5 years.

I haven't watched the video to comment on the original article, but was reminded of an article that described the Trump cabinet very aptly as "the president's butt snorkelers".

you're all a bunch of PIGS - sweet, beautiful, wonderful PIGS ❤️

Been chatting with a sexy 9"uc 27yo top by my work, but the timing had never worked out. Was off last Friday and our schedules finally lined up. He had an hour before leaving for a party. I went to his, put on my pup hood, and climbed onto his bed to present my ass. He was sweet and gentle while being dominant and powerful, taking control in a way that clicked with me. After slowly pressing in, loosening me up (it was thick, too), flipping me around, he blew his load as deep in me as possible while pounding my second hole. He had to split, but slid back in my loaded, wrecked ass as we got dressed and said farewell. Horny texts over the next few days reinforced the chemistry. He wanted me again as his pup pussy boy. Hot. I'm a switch (historically top and Dom more myself) and rarely find Doms that appeal to me, so this was fantastic. Early the next week he invites me over late at night after his friends leave. I come over again in the same fashion, this time expecting to stay the night, so I have more of a complete sexy athletic/gym pup outfit and a few toys. He jumps right into Dom mode. Inspecting and instructing me around, feeding me poppers and pounding out my hole for over an hour, putting two loads in me. At his request, I retrieve a gapekeeper 65 plug from my bag. He orders me to present my ass and he pushes in the lubed plug with minimal resistance. Time for bed and aftercare cuddles out of pup mode. In the morning, we both wake with the sun around the same time. He starts actively spooning me again and playing with the plug, which had been in me for over 6 hours. I grab my hood from the bedside and slide it on. This earns a "good boy" and he starts pulling out the plug. I pause him. Quick trot to the bathroom to remove it and check myself, cummy but pristine, before returning my warm, wet ass to bed. He immediately digs in with his fingers, feeling his now loose handiwork. Without much ceremony, he puts the poppers under my nose as he lubes his cock with my ass juices. I take and release a big hit as he firmly enters me. A slow beat while he bottoms out as I whimper beneath him. Once he has me where he wants me, the pounding began, smashing my sloppy cunt without mercy. I was in heaven. Completely cunted cum pup pussy boy. He blasts a third load in me as we both collapse, trying to catch our breaths. It's time for both of us to go, so we dress. His loads safely in my guts, we walk to get coffee before starting our days. By that night he was already hungry texting, so more to cum, for sure!

I really had grown careless by the end of mine and Tim’s relationship. I was sneaking off to get fucked and to fuck at every opportunity, even with guys we both knew who could easily out me to him. It was almost like I wanted to be caught at that point. Me and Craig were especially brazen, often hanging out with both our boyfriends just so he could slip onto my dick the moment they were in the next room. Honestly I have no idea how it took so long for me to be caught out, but caught out I was… It was my inner exhibitionist that got me in the end. I’d been round Aiden and Rob’s one evening, and after we’d finished our usual marathon we were sprawled naked on the sofa recovering when the doorbell rang. Apparently they’d completely forgotten a friend from out of town was staying the night, so I pulled on some clothes before he came in. Luke was blonde and pale and beautiful in a chavvy kinda way, and as soon as he opened his mouth I recognised his accent. Turned out he was from a town not far from mine, and the four of us spent some time just chilling out together. I must have been a bit obvious with how hot I thought Luke was, because when Aiden announced he and Rob were going to bed, he gave me a wink and told us we should stay up and enjoy ourselves. Leaving me blushing with an amused Luke, we got a little closer on the sofa and continued chatting as his fingers started tracing my thigh. We got around to talking about how he knew Aiden and Rob, and he revealed that he’d been in a couple of pornos with them. The thought of being able to watch this guy fuck got me rock hard instantly and I begged him to show me some of it. He’s into the idea, so we fire up the computer in the living room, and before long I’m watching this guy bounce on another man’s dick. His hand wanders down my back as I’m leaning over him, until he slips it into my jeans and gropes my ass. "Pretty sure that arse would look great on camera… you ever filmed yourself?" he asks. I tell him I haven’t, but the thought always turned me on. He nods to the little camera by the computer; "So… wanna make something?" Yes, yes, fuck yes. With a bit of fiddling we get the camera recording, and it’s not long until we’re naked and entwined on the sofa in front of it. Aside from a perky smooth ass, this boy is packing a hefty dick. I start making moves to spread his legs and eat him out, but he instead flips me on my back, ass up. "It’s funny", he says with a grin, "they always have me bottoming in these things, when I actually prefer to top." With that, he dives tongue first between my cheeks, and I have to stifle a loud moan. He holds my ankles in the air as he eats my ass, and I can’t help but look into the camera the whole time. He comes up for air, moving up between my legs to kiss me. I can taste Aiden and Rob’s cum on his lips. "Someone’s been having a good night. Room for one more?", he asks; but it’s not really a question as the fat head of his dick has already slipped inside me. He doesn’t hold back, and plunges into my wet hole in one smooth stroke. All I can do is hold on to the sofa for dear life as he proceeds to give me an absolutely brutal fucking. The fact that he’s such a good fucker coupled with the extra turn on that I’m getting from being filmed nearly sends me over the edge a couple of times, but each time I warn him he slows right down. "Not yet. You’ll get your turn", he tells me, and so I try not to touch my cock as he continues to rearrange my insides. (I thought we were being quiet, turned out our hosts heard everything and were wanking to it in the next room 😂) It’s not long until I feel him tense up, and he grunts loudly as he unloads inside me, my cock still untouched. He rests on me for a second, sweaty and out of breath, then pulls out of me and straddles me. He wasn’t joking about me getting my turn, as he spits on my dick and slides his tight smooth hole down onto me. "Fair’s fair", he says, and I hold onto his hips as he expertly rides an explosive load out of me. Not five minutes later we’re watching the playback, and I have to admit we looked damn hot. We send the video to ourselves and deleted it from the camera before getting some sleep (and another round of course). The minute I’m home, I save the video on my hard drive, and have many excellent wanks over it in the coming days. It is, however, to prove my undoing. One night, when Tim is staying over, I wake up to realise he’s not in bed. I go looking, and find him in the living room. "I couldn’t sleep", he says, "so I thought I’d just watch something for a while." My stomach drops as he turns the laptop towards me and I see me, my legs spread wide as Lee’s butt pounds away at me on the screen. "Wanna tell me what this is?", he asks, and with that my first ever relationship comes to a messy close. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson then and there, but you’d be mistaken. See you soon for season 2!

Fuck yes.. Bottoms do go in heat

Hell yeah! I’m working up to it now. In another week I’ll be begging all cocks to cum in me….no loads refused. I get like this every February/March.

Yep! Clean as a whistle! I spent all day douching my fat hairy ass!

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

Part 5 I had been incredibly happy with Ryan from the moment I met him, but now that we had both been pozzed and had opened up our relationship, we were even happier. We were enjoying threesomes, foursomes with other couples and playing separately as well as together whenever we got a chance. We had both also become more versatile, whereas before I had been more of a top and Ryan more of a bottom. We had no idea which of us had pozzed the other and somehow this just turned us on even more. Ryan had always been a horny little fucker, and that had always been one of the things I loved about him - but since he became HIV positive, he seemed to be reaching new levels of horniness. He loved it when I came home with a load up my arse and always wanted to hear all the details of who had fucked me, usually ending in him pushing up my arse and dumping a load to add to the one I already had up there. He also loved sucking my cock after I had topped someone and always wanted to hear the details of whose arse my cock had been up as he sucked me, and then he would back onto my cock and tell me to fuck him the way I had fucked the other guy. I was also regularly taking it up the arse blindfold on our bed. Ryan had seen how much it turned me on and had made it even hornier by organising guys to come and fuck me while he was at work. The first time I was a bit nervous as I knelt up on the bed, blindfold in place and the front door left ajar. I heard what sounded like three or four guys coming up the stairs and then the sounds that had come to turn me on so much - the sound of belt buckles being undone and trousers and pants being pulled down. A short time later I had a cock in my mouth and I was sucking on it and at the same time I could feel someone pulling my arse cheeks apart and fingering my already lubed hole. I had a different cock in my mouth now and I heard one of the guys behind me saying “Do you want to go first?” Almost immediately I felt the head of a cock pushing against my arsehole. He went up me slowly and then began to fuck me. It felt so good, taking cock up my arse with no idea who was fucking me. The first guy fucked me for a while longer and then he pulled out, saying he was getting close and didn’t want to cum yet. “Your turn,” he said, pulling my cheeks apart and then I felt another cock pushing against my arse. I guessed this second guy was younger and probably less experienced as he fumbled a bit before his cock slid up my arse. He began to fuck me, hesitantly at first and then he seemed to get into his stride and began to fuck me harder. One of the other guys slapped him on the arse and said “I bet your girlfriend doesn’t let you up there!” “No,” panted the younger lad, “She doesn’t!” He kept fucking me and a short time later he groaned and said “Oh fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” and he slumped over me as I took my first load of the afternoon. Another cock went up me as soon as he pulled out and once again I had a cock in my mouth and one up my arse. They took turns on my mouth and my arse for a while longer and soon I had four loads up me. I heard one of the guys pissing noisily in the toilet as another cock was pushed into my arse. A few seconds later I felt someone bending over next to me and I realised that one of the other guys was about to get fucked. The other guy returned from the toilet and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was fairly sure this was the young guy and I could taste the piss on his cock as I sucked him. It wasn’t long before he gave me another load of cum, this time in my mouth. The two guys fucking next to me were fucking hard now and a few minutes later the guy next to me was getting pumped full of cum. It was all very horny, and what made it even hotter was the feeling that there was definitely something familiar about one of the guys who had fucked me. I was sure it was someone I knew, but I couldn’t work out who it was. I was also having sex with Aaron at work now and then. Sometimes he would fuck me but more often he seemed to want me to fuck him, especially if I had rimmed his arse, which he absolutely loved. One day we were all in the office for a company-wide meeting and in the afternoon each team had to do a presentation to the rest of the organisation. We don’t all normally work from the office at the same time so the place was pretty busy. Just after lunch I was in the toilet taking a piss at the urinals when Aaron came in and stood next to me. He told me he was really horny and asked if I could give his arse a quick lick. A few seconds later we were in a cubicle and Aaron had pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole as he gave a contented little moan. I was very horny now, so I licked him for a bit longer and then I stood up and pushed the head of my cock against his arsehole. ”No,” he said “We can’t, not here!” ”We can,” I whispered, “We just need to be quiet.” He didn’t resist, and bent forward as the head of my cock pushed int his arse. I knew we would have to be quick, so I pushed right up him, gave him a moment to get used to my cock, and then fucked him hard and fast, shooting what felt like a massive load of cum right up his arse after just ten or twelve thrusts. When we had pulled our pants up and left the toilet it was already time for the first team presentation, which as it happened was Aaron’s team. I watched him presenting with his team, and at one point he turned round to point out something in the presentation and I couldn’t resist looking at the fit arse in his smart grey trousers. I wondered what his colleagues (and his girlfriend) would think if they knew he had just been fucked bareback and bred in the toilet. Our new neighbours, Alex and Jake, were settling in well and both seemed like decent, friendly guys. Alex was the more outgoing of the two and Jake was quieter and more thoughtful. Alex had joined the same gym as Ryan used and Ryan had seen him working out there a few times. One night he drove Alex home and when he came in, Ryan told me he had been in the showers at the same time as Alex and told me Alex had quite a thick cock and a really fit arse. I already knew Alex had a fit arse as I had seen him bending over to pick up a parcel from the doorstep one Saturday morning. His hair was tousled and he had obviously just got up and pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms. When he bent down to pick up the parcel, they slipped down a bit. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a great view of his naked arse. It turned out that Jake worked in the same field as I did - ICT - and was studying for a professional qualification. One Friday night we had them round for drinks and Jake asked me rather shyly if I would mind looking over his current project. I told him I would be happy to and we arranged that he would come over the following afternoon when Alex was at the gym and Ryan was at work. Jake’s work was very good and we discussed some ideas as to how he could take the project forward and then we sat in the garden and had a few beers. Jake was good company and soon we were talking about our relationships. I asked him if he had really never been with any other guy apart from Alex and he shook his head. I asked him if he never wanted to experience sex with someone else and he said he was very happy with Alex. ”We have a great time together,” he said and after a pause he added “There’s just one thing,” he began and then stopped. “Yes?” I asked “Well,” he said, lowering his voice confidentially “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but Alex is a total bottom.” I raised my eyebrows and Jake added quickly “It’s totally fine - I wouldn’t have him any other way, but it means that…” His voice tailed off and then he said “It means that I’ve never been, well, penetrated.” “Oh,” I said “Would you like to be penetrated?” Jake seemed to consider for a moment before saying “I guess so, but I would never cheat on Alex.” “Fair enough,” I said ”But it would be nice to see another guy’s cock once in a while.” said Jake with a sigh. ”Well,” I said “It’s not really cheating if you don’t touch.” Jake looked thoughtful and was about to say something when his mobile rang. It was Alex to tell him he was back from the gym. ”I’d better go,” said Jake, getting up from his chair. I was horny now. I had noticed what looked like a fairly sizeable erection at the front of Jake’s trousers when he got up - and I decided to go on one of the Apps. I now had a couple of different profiles and was making full use of them. I was having sex with all sorts of guys - younger, older, hairy, smooth, big cocks, average cocks - and only using condoms if the other guy insisted. That happened surprisingly rarely, considering most of this happened before Prep became readily available. Sometimes I would be naked in bed with a guy, kissing, sucking and rimming before enjoying a good long, hard fuck - and other times it would just be a quick one, with a guy sucking my cock and then pulling his pants down and bending over to take a quick load, often before his boyfriend (or, surprisingly often, his girlfriend) got home. Quite often it was me taking a quick load from a total stranger and then going home to show Ryan what I had up my arse. Ryan and I had both discovered how much it turned guys on when they thought we had never cheated on each other and thought they were the first to persuade us to be unfaithful. It turned them in even more if they thought we had never barebacked with anyone outside of our relationship. For the past three months I had been seconded to a special project group at work and it was a joint project with another company. Once a week I had to travel about sixty miles to another site with one of the guys from the other company and we took it in turns to drive each other. Joseph lived with his girlfriend and two children but he told me fairly early on that he was bisexual. He had also made it fairly clear that he would like to get into my pants but I had told him I would never cheat on Ryan. Joseph was one of the best looking guys I had ever worked with and I liked him a lot. I could also see from the bulge in his smart work trousers that he appeared to have quite a big cock and I had every intention of taking it up my arse, but for now I let him think that I had never cheated on Ryan and I also told him I had never gone bareback with anyone other than Ryan and I could see that this turned Joseph on even more. The project we were working on was very successful and came in on budget and ahead of time and all of us on the project team were paid a substantial bonus. Ryan and I decided to spend it on something we had always fancied- a hot tub for the garden. We had found a perfect spot for it to go - where it could not be seen by any of the neighbouring properties and was only overlooked by our own bedroom. On the Friday evening, the project team were all going out for drinks after work and I had told Joseph that Ryan was working and suggested he might want to come back with me. Joseph was well up for it and after we had all had a good few drinks, Joseph and I were in an Uber heading back to my house. Joseph was all over me as soon as we were in the door, kissing me and feeling up my arse. I was really horny too and I soon had his trousers and pants down and his cock in my mouth. It was even bigger and thicker than I thought it might be and I enjoyed every minute of sucking it. We were still in the hall and I stopped sucking him and led him upstairs. ”Have you got a spare room?” Joseph asked and I shook my head. I told him that if I was going to cheat, I wanted to do it properly and let him fuck me in the bed I shared with Ryan. I could see that this turned him on even more and a short time later we were both naked and sucking each other on the bed. I moved underneath him so that he could push his hairy arse into my face as he sucked my cock. After I had licked his hole for a bit longer, he got up and said he needed to fuck me. He reached into his pocket and produced a condom - he had obviously taken me seriously when I said I would never bareback wit anyone other than Ryan - and I lubed myself up as I watched him roll on the condom and then I knelt up on the bed. Joseph moved behind me and I felt the head of his condom clad cock pushing against my arsehole. ”Wait!” I said, as the head of his cock pushed into my arse. He pulled his cock out of my arse. “I want you to fuck me bareback!” ”Are you sure?” he said “Yes!” I said as I reached round and pulled the condom off his cock. ’Oh fuck!” he said He was back up my arse in seconds and his big cock really filled me up as he began to fuck me. It was one of the best fucks I had ever had as Joseph began to fuck me harder. After a while , he pulled out and I moved on to my back and raised my legs. He went back up me and began to fuck me really hard. ”I can’t believe you’re letting me do this!” he moaned, “Are you going to let me cum in you?” I nodded and he moaned again “Oh fuck, I’m getting close!” I reached round and pulled his arse tight against me and a few seconds later he began to pump what felt like a massive load of cum right up me and then collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a while, both of us out of breath and then we pulled apart. I knew that Joseph had enjoyed the fuck every bit as much as I had and, as he left, he told me it was the best fuck he had ever had. Ryan was tired when he got home after his long shift and, after I had made him something to eat, he asked if I would mind if he just went to bed and didn’t bother showering. I said no problem - I was tired too and probably still a bit drunk too. A little later we had climbed into bed together and Ryan was lying in my arms. My cock was still hard from my encounter with Joseph earlier and Ryan put his hand on it and began to wank me - clearly he was horny too. After he had wanked me for a while he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. ”I need you to fuck me, babe, he whispered, “But I’m really sweaty,” I told him I didn’t care and my finger found his arsehole as we kissed again. His hole felt as if it was already lubed. ”I’ve got a load up me, babe” he whispered “I was a bit naughty at work” ”You don’t mind, do you?” he added ”Of course not” I said “I’ve got one up me too!” Ryan laughed and pulled me on top of him. I fucked him on his back, his legs over my shoulders and shot a big load of cum up his arse. As I finished cumming in Ryan, I could feel Joseph’s cum starting to slide out my arse and down the back of my balls and I just let it happen. Ryan’s hole was leaking cum too, but neither of us cared about the mess as we curled up together and drifted off to sleep. The next morning Ryan was working again and soon he was in the shower. Unlike me, Ryan has the ability to go from fast asleep to wide awake immediately - it’s like someone flicked a switch. When he had gone I got up, after a coffee and a shower, I began to tidy up. The bed was a mess, with cum all over the sheet and as I stripped the bed I thought I must remember to ask Ryan who had fucked him at work. I tidied up the room- Ryan has a lot of excellent qualities, but tidiness isn’t one of them- his side of the room is always a riot, with shirts, T-shirts, socks and dirty pants everywhere. I tidied up and tossed everything in the washing machine and then had some lunch. In the afternoon, Jake came round and we did some work on his project and then, as before, we sat in the garden and had a few beers. It was a very hot day and we were both wearing just shorts and a T-shirt. As we started our second beer, Jake asked me if I really thought it wasn’t cheating if you just looked at another guy’s cock and didn’t touch. I nodded and he looked thoughtful. He said he’d been thinking about it a lot and thinking about what it would be like to have sex with another guy. He said maybe he could just wank off with another guy and that wouldn’t be cheating. “Would you like to do that? I asked Jake wasn’t looking at me as he nodded and said softly “I’d like to do it with you.” A few minutes later we had both removed our trousers and pants and Jake was sitting with his legs spread, playing with a really big cock. I thought to myself it’s no wonder Alex always looks so happy if he’s getting that up his arse regularly! ”Just a wank?” said Jake I nodded, “Just a wank.” Jake began to wank himself as he watched me playing with my cock. ”You can tell me what you’d like to do if you ever did have sex with another guy,” I said. Jake grinned shyly and said “Well, I’d suck his cock first,” I nodded as Jake said “And then I’d lick his balls, his big hairy balls!” He was really getting into it now, and his voice became much more confident as he said “And I’d want to see his arse! I’d love to see another guy’s arsehole!” I stood up, turned around and bent over. ”Oh fuck!” moaned Jake, as I pulled my cheeks apart and exposed my arsehole. He was wanking hard now and I said “Would you let him see yours?” Jake stood up and bent over. His arse was really fit and, as I hoped he would, he pulled his cheeks apart. His hole was quite hairy, though his arse was otherwise quite smooth. ”Would you let him fuck you? I asked ”I don’t know” moaned Jake “No” he moaned and then almost shouted “Yes, yes I would! I’d let him fuck me!” ”Bareback or would you make him wear a condom?” A condom,” moaned Jake, wanking even harder, “I’d make him wear a condom!” ”Are you sure?” ”Yes!” Jake was almost sobbing as he said “No! No, I wouldn’t make him wear a condom! I’d take him bareback! No protection!” Jake turned towards me, wanking his cock “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he moaned as he began to shoot a massive load of cum all over my chest, and down onto my cock as I shot my own load all over myself. Neither of us knew quite what to say as we pulled our pants and shorts back after we had both cleaned ourselves up with my T-shirt. “That was awesome,” said Jake. After he had gone I had a quick shower and when I finished I had a hard on that just would not go down. I laid back on the bed and began to wank - thinking of Jake, and especially of his hairy arsehole - the hole that had never been penetrated - had never been properly fucked and bred. I was hoping I would be the one to change that.

I'm planning to write more in this one, but life's been a bit hectic lately. I hope to have more time in a few weeks.

The design of the round padded fuck bench is genius. It's big enough to handle 10 tops and ten bottom fuckboys simultaneously.

Topmen are the superiors. They can call the hole whatever they like.

Again, Masterful writing @mancoco... and I think we have all experienced the last comment after talking with close friends 'I felt more comfortable about being me.'... in my case only a year or so ago... and I sooo wish I had met a Rick type figure when I was back at uni to help me understand me :)

Kinda? Christ - it's downright vomit-inducing.

Had a few spare hours, went on Grindr to see if there was anything close by to take advantage of- a few prospects, but got a ping from someone with a BBC and a BLC who were looking for a slutty bottom to tagteam! Thats me!! Asked for address, got it right away (always a good sign) got there in 30 min and walked it - had a room ready for play, with sexy black daddy and younger latino with a nice cock- started slobbing on the latino, hitting poppers while the black daddy lubed me up and bred me, then the latino got up and loaded me also while i hit the max impact. I was in piggy heaven!! Gotta love the hookups that are direct and up front. All in all a delightful 30 min of fucking!

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

Part 2 Sleep was a fractured, drifting thing. Chad was on his stomach, sweating, the cool hotel sheets a balm against his hot skin. He floated in and out of consciousness, the lingering euphoria from the ecstasy pill making his dreams vivid and his limbs heavy. The bass from the club still seemed to echo in his bones, a phantom rhythm that kept him from sinking into true rest. He was vaguely aware of the bed shifting beside him, the weight of his partner Jake moving. Then, a touch. A cool, firm hand was rubbing slow circles on his back. It was a familiar, comforting gesture, and Chad hummed softly in his semi-sleep, leaning into it. But the touch didn't stay comforting for long. It grew more insistent, more possessive. Jake's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass. Chad's eyes fluttered open, the room coming into soft focus. The touch was no longer gentle; it was a massage that was turning into a grope. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at the edges of his haze. He felt Jake shift, and then the distinct sound of skin on skin as Jake jerked his own cock to full hardness. Jake's 7-inch uncut cock was thick and demanding. Chad knew it intimately. He could picture it now, the foreskin pulling back to expose the flushed, pink head. A hand left his back, and a moment later, fingers began to knead the flesh of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Chad froze. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He could only lie there, a prisoner in his own body, as Jake's finger brushed against his hole. And then it wasn't a brush. It was a press. A finger, insistent and probing, began to push inside. The finger sank in with shocking ease. There was no resistance. There was only wetness. Jake stopped. The sudden stillness was more terrifying than the movement. Chad's breath hitched in his throat. He felt the finger withdraw, a slow, deliberate pull. He kept his face buried in the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut, praying this was a nightmare he would wake from from. "Look at me," Jake's voice was low, dangerously quiet. Chad couldn't. A hand grabbed his hair, turning his head forcefully. Jake's face was inches from his, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes glinted with something cold and hard. He held his finger, the one that had been inside Chad, in front of Chad's face. It was glistening. "What's this, young man?" Jake's voice was a silken whisper, laced with steel. "Who's been naughty?" He brought the slick finger to Chad's lips. "I have so many questions, but later. For now... lick it off my fingers." Chad's stomach churned with a nauseating mix of shame and fear. He hesitated, and Jake's grip on his hair tightened. Obediently, his tongue darted out, tasting the bitter, salty evidence of his betrayal. The taste of Asha, of himself, of his lie. Chad sucked it like it was a cock. As far as he could take it in his mouth. "Good boy," Jake murmured, releasing his hair. He moved behind Chad again, his presence a looming threat. "Spread your legs young man". The command was absolute. Chad's body complied, his legs moving apart of their own volition. Jake leaned down and pressed his tongue inside Chad’s sloppy hole. “Mmm, I think you’re ready for MY cock now.” He felt Jake settle between them, the thick head of his cock nudging against his entrance. There was no preparation, no gentleness. The cum from Asha, still warm inside him, was the only lubricant. Jake entered him in one brutal, punishing thrust. The air was forced from Chad's lungs in a silent scream. It wasn't like before. This wasn't a secret, fierce encounter. It was powerful and decisive. It was new. It wasn’t like Jake. He normally took it slow - he was normally gentle and would make sure Chad was ok. This time, Jake was angry and horny, a terrifying combination. His hands gripped Chad's hips, holding him in place as he began to fuck him with a rough, unrelenting rhythm. Each thrust was a statement, a claim. “You are mine, you little slut.” Chad felt it differently. The pain was sharp, a burning stretch that stole his breath. But underneath it, something else was happening. The roughness, the anger, the sheer force of Jake taking what was his—it was a punishment Chad felt he deserved. He had been naughty. He had broken the rules. And this was the consequence. His body, despite the pain, began to respond to the raw aggression. He wasn't just a passive recipient; he was the vessel for Jake's rage and lust, his own guilt and pleasure intertwining into a confusing, intoxicating cocktail. Jake's grunts were harsh in the quiet room. He was fucking Chad not for pleasure, but to erase, to overwrite, to reclaim. He was driving Asha out of him with every deep, invasive stroke. Chad's own cock was trapped against the mattress, friction building a reluctant, shameful arousal within him. He was loving every thrust. And he loved how deep Jake entered him. Chad’s cock was raging hard. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming complexity of it all. With a final, guttural roar, Jake slammed into him one last time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside Chad, adding his own claim to the one already there. He stayed there for a long moment, his weight pinning Chad down, his chest heaving against Chad's back. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Jake pulled out and rolled away, his back turning to Chad. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, filled with all the words that hadn't been spoken. Chad didn't move. He lay there, his body aching and used, two loads of cum cooling inside him. He was no longer drifting. He was wide awake, and the consequences of his actions were no longer a secret. They were a physical, painful reality seeping into the sheets beneath him. Stay tuned for part 3.

There is still a big stigma attached to gay sex that runs through society. We learned a few years ago that a person can get sick and die, just going to a restaurant or the grocery store (covid). But people still went to the grocery store. Humans can catch all sorts of diseases from each other while in close proximity that happens with sex. No one asks a potential fuck mate if they have a cold or the flu. Those are sicknesses too, but they are not stigmatized, even though they can make you feel like hell, even kill you, with much worse symptoms than most STD's. And just like many STD's a person can be contagious without even knowing they are sick. No one asks for test results that prove they are flu negative before having sex. Or: "how often do you get tested for the flu virus." Some of us get flu shots, or take PrEP or make sure we are undetectable. All practical stuff that can be done to combat the realities of pathogens.

in my mid-20s, was in grad school had a couple guys who used to pay me $100 to suck my cock and swallow my load. The hottest was a straight married guy who got off on sucking me while stripped to his briefs humping the couch and shooting his cum in his underwear. Also had a guy who introduced me to PNP. He got me fired up a couple times, took me to a sex club and had guys pay him a couple bucks to bareback and breed me. I remember being high AF on a couch, legs spread while a dude was cumming in my pussy seeing my bud talking to the next guy on line - usually got between 5-8 cocks and was rewarded with more coke, which just made me more horny. He finally wouldn't be able to take it anymore, would rip my jockstrap off and fuck me up against the wall naked, feeling all that cum in my ass

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

As I became more of a bottom I definitely recognized my hole going into heat. Sometimes, I just need to stick a finger or something up there but nothing is better than cock & cum.

Not quite "in heat" but if I'm at the bathhouse as soon as I take one load I'm like obsessed with taking more. I become like an animal, prowling, making sure my hole is always ready for the next load. I'm then on a load frenzy and sometimes I can't remember how many I have taken.

Absolutely not offended at all... i know what my ass is used for and a cuntbit most certainly is!

Part 5 The guy fucking me held hits huge horse cock still while Todd gave him part of the slam before drawing his blood into the syringe. I was then suck with the needle as the syringe was emptied the into my arm. The slam added to my high as the guy’s toxic blood mixed with the meth went to work. I took 3 more loads from this guy as he told Todd that he owed him $25. One after another I was fucked by every guy who had been there too help Todd. I wasn’t sure how many loads of cum I had taken until I heard Todd say that I made $605 with my ass. That means I took 23 loads of cum and had 1 guy fuck me 3 times without cumming. I recall when this guy fucked me, he had reached the 30 minute the limit Todd has set. Anyone who has not shot his toxic load inside me within 30 minutes had to pull out or pay an additional $10 to continue fucking me. Todd was ok with this since it did serve to work the existing cum in my ass deeper into my body. I was kept extremely high throughout the night when most of the guys were beginning to dress and leaving with the exception of Anthony and a couple of the really hung guys. They were standing around me as Todd forced a butt plug in my well fuck ass before releasing my restraints. They helped me out of the sling and over to the bathroom where they also helped me shower. I was still a little horny but couldn’t get one of the guys that were helping in the shower to fuck me. I also had a craving for a slam that grew as I finished my shower. When I came back to the living room Todd had some porn playing on the TV. Once I got a good look at the porn playing I realized that what was playing was a video recording of what I had been doing ever since I arrived at Todd’s. I watched as I smoked from the pipe, when Anthony started sucking my cock to when Todd licked my ass right before he fucked me while all the time I was morning in pleasure. The highlight of the video were the times that I willingly was slammed. I watched truth sight excitement and shock as I down on the floor with Anthony and another young guy. Todd came over to me and said, “I told you I owned your ass. Now if you don’t want daddy seeing any of this video you’ll do exactly as your told. Understand?” I was in shock and was only able to manage nodding my head ‘yes’ when Todd grabbed my chin so that I was looking at him and in a stern voice repeated himself, “I DIDN’T HEAR YOU. NOW YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I OWN YOUR ASS AND YOU WILL DO WHATEVER I SAY?” I found myself answering, “Yes sir.” Todd then said to me, “That’s better my bitch. You’ve leaned how to take a good fucking and breeding.” As he tapped the butt plug me had shoved into me as he continued, “Now it’s time to learn how to properly suck dick.” Anthony was stood up next to me, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards his crotch while Todd told me, “Now open your mouth and take as much of his cock in your mouth.” Anthony was already hard as I quickly opened my mouth and allowed his cock to fill my mouth. Surprisingly I had almost the full length of his cock in my mouth. As Anthony applied slight pressure to the ball of my head attempting to get the remaining little bit of his cock as I was told, “Breath through your nose.” While the tip of his cock forced its way into my throat I felt a sudden pinch at the base of my cock followed by slight morning sensation that quickly disappeared. As I continued to be gagged but Anthony's cock I began to feel my cock start to grow. As it began to thicken and grow harder Anthony forced the tip of his cock into my throat causing me to gag. Suddenly I was here aware of my not rock hard cock as Anthony rubbed my cock with his bare foot, looked down at me and said “You must really be enjoying sucking my cock, you’ve gotten really hard while gagging as you deep throat my cock.” Todd was standing next to Anthony as began actively sucking Anthony's dick. Looking down on me Todd added, “That a good bitch. You’ll learn quickly that a good cock sucker will always be inn his knees when he sucks cock. Now Anthony here has the perfect cock size to start with when you’re leaning how to suck cock properly.” I was now sucking Anthony’s cock into my throat with a regular rhythm as Todd continued, “Anthony has been working for me for almost a year. Unlike you, he was gay and he already knew how to suck cock and was pretty good at it, I helped him get better as you experienced first hand. The thing you both shared was that he was a total top and had never been fucked before. That was until he partied with me and I showed him the joys of slamming.” Anthony was smiling at me as his foot continued to rub his bare foot across my hard cock as he smiled at me telling me, “In a few seconds you’re going to learn a important part of sucking cock, you’re going to learn how to swallow cum.” Anthony had a grip on my head and neck as Todd leaned down to me and told me, “Anthony hasn’t cum I’m a could weeks. I’m sure he’ll be shooting a big load for you to swallow. I expect to see you take every drop in your mouth then swish cum in your tongue before you swallow.” Anthony began to breath a little faster as his cock seemed to grow harder and slightly thicken before I hard him grunt, “FUCK! OH FUCK! FUCK YEAH! FUCK! YEAH BITCH SWALLOW THEY CUM!” Anthony fired my mouth with his cum as I tried not to let any leak out. I had expected the taste to be foul but found the taste was slightly salty. Todd leaned in and told me, “Open your mouth bitch, show me how much you like the taste of that cum before you swallow it.” I opened my mouth . and showed Todd the cum in my mouth as I played when Anthony’s cum on my tongue. The longer I played with Anthony’s cum in my mouth the more I tasted his cum. After a couple minutes Todd simply uttered one word, “Swallow.” I closed my mouth and swallowed his cum. Anthony quickly joined me getting when on his knees. Anthony told me, “It’s my job to teach you how to suck cock and with these cocks you’ll need my help and advice.” Todd picked up where he left off, “Like you, sort of, I just had to show him that he was missing out on getting fucked. You were missing out on man on man sex.” Anthony directed he to move began the legs of one of the guys that had fucked me did was now sitting of the couch and guided my head to his cock as he instructed he to lick the shaft of the guy’s cock before I took the tip into my mouth and began to suck. He had me take my time and told me enjoy myself as he continued telling me the night Todd turned him into a Tina addict and changed him from a 100% total top into 100% total bottom. As I sucked this guys cock, taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth and at the entrance to my throat as Anthony told me, “Todd tricked me like he tricked you. He gave me Gatorade laced with GHB.” Todd chimed in, “Gatorade is perfect to hide the taste of the G.” Anthony told me, “Breath through your nose the next 3 times you go down on the cock, then on the 4th time when you go down breath the cock into your throat, swallow the cock.” While I was going down on this guy’s cock, breathing I through my nose Anthony would usually play with my hard cock. The guy who’s cock I was sucking was running his hand through my hair complimenting me on the job I was doing on the blow job I was giving. Anthony counted out the three times he had instructed be to do when breathing I with each time I went down an when the third time Anthony told me, “Breath in through your nose and swallow his cock as it enters your throat.” The next time I went down I took a good, deep breath in and as his cock reached the Newark of my throat I swallowed as I felt the guy’s cock push into my throat as the guy I was sucking had a firm grip on the back of my head as he forced my head into his cock as far as I could go and held me there as I began to realize I couldn’t breath. Anthony was stroking my cock as he attempted to reassure me, “Relax, it will only be a short time until he’ll let you off.” And looks Anthony said the guy let me off as I came up and took I a deep breath as Anthony told me, “Like you did before, breath through your nose the 3 times when you go down, then on the 4th time swallow the cock. This time try and keep his cock in your throat as long as possible. The longer you are able to deep throat a guy’s cock the less likely he is going to force your head down on his cock.” Again I breathed in deep through my nose as Anthony counted out and on the fourth time I too the cock into my throat and held I there with the guy's hands firmly on the back of my head but not forcing me to go any further. I was doing the next I could to hold the cock in my throat trying to ignore the need to gag as Anthony again worked to distract me by striking my hard cock. I finally gave out and attempted to pull off only to have the hands on my head hold me about a minute or two longer. I pulled up and took a deep breath as Anthony told me, “Now go then 2 times then deep throat guys cock.” On the third time down I buried my nose in his pubes and held there as long as I could. I must have dinner it right cause when I pulled off I wasn’t men's down. As I was going up Anthony told me, “One time down breathing I deep through your nose then take his cock into your throat.” I went then breathing in two through my nose and took the guys cock into my throat which seemed to surprise everyone. I misunderstood Anthony’s instructions. He wanted me to go down while breathing ok through my nose, pull up and then go down letting the cock enter my throat. Instead I did it on one move. Todd liked what he saw me do, “Fuck yeah! That’s my bitch suck that cock.” I went to work sucking the guys cock when encouragement from Anthony. “Nice job, keep that up your doing great.” The guyI was giving the blow job to completed me, “Keep that up and you just might get me to cum.” Anthony was still occasionally playing with me cock although he was doing it less and less as I was starting to find real pleasure in sucking dick. Anthony continued telling me about how Todd changed his life, “After I drank the G laced Gatorade and the metg I had smoked I was very horny, I was hard as steel and needed to fuck some ass.” Todd then jumped in, “I had one of a whores there for him to fuck.” Anthony continued, “The guy was in the sling, I stepped up to him, started fucking him. Before I was able to really get into fuck this guy’s ass, Todd came to behind me, pushed me down into the guy I was fucking and shoved a rock of Tina to my ass with a bunch of lube. As the rock burned inside me I was held down on the guy in the sling. I felt a tight strap placed on my arm as Todd placed his cock against my hole. The guy I was fucking gave me my first slam followed by Todd took my cherry ass as I was getting fucked for the very first time in my life.” Anthony had stopped playing with my cock as the guy I was sucking began to work his fingers through my hair as I was now regularly deep throating his cock. Anthony, Todd and the guy I was giving the blow job were all complimenting me on the job I was doing. Todd told me, “The only you’ll know if you’re sound a good job is when you get the guy to cum.” The guy was now really gripping my hair as he began to thrust into me I took his cock deep into my throat. I heard him say, “OH FUCK!” As his cock lodged deep down my throat/ and his cock pulsed as he shot his load straight into my stomach and continued, “Fuck, I’m shooting my load directly down his throat.” He pulled back giving me the last couple spurts of cum in my tongue giving me a taste. Without any instructions I opened my mouth to show Todd and was rewards with a “Good bitch, you can swallow.” There was one guy left sitting on the couch I still needed to suck off. It happen to be the guy who had the massive horse cock that fucked 5 loads into me. I was surprised he had any cum left as he waved his hard cock for me reminding me of the task I have before me. I began by licking he shaft and sucking the tip every so often before I really started to work on sucking his cock. I used the tricks Anthony had taught me as I tried to get as much of his cock into my throat. With him sitting on the couch and me on my knees between his legs just didn’t provide the right angle to be able deep throat his cock. I wasn’t sure the right thing to say when I asked him, “Do you mind standing up I think it’ll be easier for me to suck your cock.” Looking down at me Todd was the first to speak when he said, “You really want to suck his cock right.” The guy stood up as said, “Yeah this is going to work better. I’ll probably end up skull fucking you.” Now with the guy standing and by kneeling at his feet I was suddenly able to start wiring his non cock into my throat. I went down on his massive cock and want able to get it all into my throat. I pulled back up, took a couple deep breaths. Before I could move forward and attempt to get his huge cock into my throat he put his hands on either side of my head, looked down at my and said, “You’re going to have to learn to take my cock into your throat one way or another.” He slowly pushed his hips forward as I felt his cock move across my tongue. When it reached the entrance to my throat he paused, looked me in the eye and asked, “Are you ready?” I knew what he meant and what he was about to do, looking up at him add seeing Todd standing next to him I knew wear was expected of me and nodded ‘yes'. The guy laughed and then said, “Ready or not.” He pushed his hips forward as his cock slipped into my throat causing me to grunt out “Oomph” as he slowly sunk his cock into my throat. I had thought he had stuffed the entire length of his cock into my throat as he commented, “Damn, your throat is almost as nice as your ass.” He the adjusted his grip on my head as forced another inch of cock down my throat. He pulled his cock out allowing me to take a couple breaths then pushed back in again but I felt my head slid further down his cock. After a minute or two he pulled out again allowing me to take a couple deep breaths and while looking down at me said, “You only have 1½ to 2 inches left to get into your throat. This time you’ll take the full length into your throat as then you are to make love to my cock with your throat.” I wasn’t sis if that was a statement or question, but I nodded ‘yes' with both men looking down at me. His hips pushed forward and I took a deep breath in through my nose as his cock began to push into my throat until I felt my nose buried in his pubes. Triumphantly he leaned his head back as Anthony whispered to me, “Now use your throat to massage his cock.” I worked my throat on his cock as he stood there moaning in pleasure. Although I was enjoying pleasing this guy with his cock buried in my throat I was getting to the point I was going to need to breath when he pulled out. I was gasping for air when Todd stepped up in front of me saying, “Time for me to see first had how good your cock sucking skills are.” After having that guy's massive cock forced into my throat sucking Todd's cock was going to be easy. I went down on Todd’s cock taking him to the root. After having that massive horse cock in my throat suck Todd’s cock was easy. I was starting to bob up and down on Todd’s cock. Todd pushed the full length of his cock deep into my throat and held still buried in my throat as I felt a strap on my arm followed by the familiar pinch of a slam. The strap was snapped off and I felt the familiar rush of the slam. I didn’t realize how badly I needed a slam until now. The butt plug was pulled from my ass and I felt a huge cock start to push in. The guy I had been sucking was now about to fuck me again. There was some laughing as chat between the two guys that were spit roasting me as I learned that the two made a bet. Todd didn’t think I’d be able to take the dude’s entire cock in my throat. If I wasn’t able to take the full length of his cock he’d paid Todd $100. If I did take the full (what I now know is nearly a 10” cock) he would get to fuck a few more loads into my ass.

Part 18 Home Slice Dante came back down as I was being helped out of the sling. Dante then helped me out to the pool while Marc took my place in the sling. After a short swim at had a big breakfast before heading up to catch some sleep. We spent most of Friday in bed sleeping and recovering. My ass wasn’t as sir as I thought it works be, but I knew I wasn’t going to be getting fucked until we got to Hawaii. We you up I the afternoon to do some packing for our trip. Dante made several calls making sure all arrangements were made for our trip, as well as, Jeremy’s party on Saturday night. There were only 4 of the dozen (or so) guys that Jeremy invited that were going to show up. The others were either to intimidated or scared or paid off not to attended. Robbie was the first to arrive and texted that he was the only one there as planned. Dante’s plan was to arrive late with myself and Pedro, one of his crew who couldn’t stand Jeremy. He was a Latin top with a dick longer then Dante's (which felt nice when he fucked me at my gang bang) and planned too destroy Jeremy’s hole. When Jeremy opened the door to see Dante standing there he got an excited look on his face which quickly changed when he saw myself and Pedro. Dante Jeremy was not happy that I brought Home Slice & Pedro with me. He actually said to me, “I only wanted you to come over. Can you ask Chris and Pedro to go?” I held my ground, “Listen pussy boy, they go, I go!” He hesitated for about 5 seconds before luring the door to let us in the place. He led us back to an area he set up for play with a sling and a futon that he placed a decent mattress on. I already am planning on getting him to take mine and Pedro's cocks in a dp on that mattress after he’s been ‘flying’ most of the night. I looked over at Robbie who gave me a nod with a finger to his nose letting me know what Jeremy’s drink was already spiked with G. I could see that it was half gone when I toasted him for his birthday eagerly egging him on to down the last of his drink. Robbie quickly refilled his glass and Jeremy took another good swig. Since I knew the big 18th birthday, sex party was a bust I had to start priming the pump. As I stripped down I motioned for Jeremy to get into the sling so I could fuck him. While I got on my knees to eat his white ass I asked, “When are your guests going to arrive?” I figured for my tongue was working him into a sexual frenzy it would allow me to drive him to a point where I could bring in my ‘poz’ friends. His answer was expected, “You know the fags” this town, they either arrive late or flake out.” Home Slice chimed in perfectly, “They’re probably not coming over.” I was just lubing up my condom wrapped cock (first time I ever wore one that wasn’t ready to break) and gently slid into Jeremy’s ass. He was finally getting what he had been begging me to give him for the past 2 years. I fucked him gently for a good 10-15 minutes. I was never close to cumming with the condom on, but his tight ass felt. I couldn’t wait to get back in him raw. I finally asked him, “I know a few hours who’d might like to join the party (I placed a emphasis I parTy that went over his head).” Between moans from my dicking him he asked, “Do they play safe?” I let him know, “Bro, they will ‘play’ how ever he wanted then to play. It’s your party, your place, you set the rules.” He asked one more question, “How many guys can you get to come over?” He answer sealed it, “How many do you want? Keep in mind the more guys you have over the more guys that stand around with wanting to fuck, they may fuck someone fist who’s here or leave disappointed.” His eye’s lit up asking, “Just have 2 or 3 more guys over. I think 6 to 7 is plenty. Besides, I’m sure Chris can help keep then busy by only sucking them hard like a ‘fluffer'.” That was the insult I ever wanted to hear from this douche bags mouth. The only thing I want to hear from him after this were strong coughs and probably an ‘OH FUCK’ after he’s slammed and him begging to be fucked and bred. I pulled my cock out quickly telling the soon to be high and knocked up twink, “Let me make some phone calls.” Home Slice I quickly took Dante’s place at Jeremy’s ass. The only difference is the condom I had on had a couple of Tina shards in it and was going to break almost immediately. I slowly sank in to the surprise pleasure of Jeremy. He moaned as my Caverjack aided 7+” bottomed out balls deep. I pulled back almost all the way out before sinking back all the way I when I felt the condom rip allowing the Tina to tare across his rectum and my cock feeling the bare walls of his ass. Jeremy’s second drink was over half gone when this all happened. You could start to see his eyes glaze over. He started to make a comment, I sure about the Tina burning I his ass, as I leaned in to give him a ‘birthday’ kiss before wishing him, “Happy birthday buddy. I think you’re liking my cock.” Jeremy simply nodded as I began to really fuck him. I was almost pulling completely out, knowing that when I did he’d see the shredded condom towards the base of my cock. I had to wait for Dante to get back so that Robbie and Pedro could keep him restrained while Dante administer the newly born chem pig’s first slam. Dante was finally done contacting the other poz pigs, who were paying Dante you privilege of pozzing Jeremy, that it was time to come over. At that moment Robbie and Pedro were on either side of Jeremy and as he relaxed from the G and the Tina flowed from his ass to his brain he unknowingly raised his hands some his head, having onto the chains as I was about to long dick him. He closed his eyes for a moment and I pulled my cock completely out before slamming back inside. As I did this a couple more time I slapped him I the face which brought him back to reality as I pulled out one more time. He looked up into the mirror above the sling, seeing that the condom was on the lower quarter of my cock. His eyes got real big as Robbie and Pedro quickly restrained his arms. I pulled off the remnants of the condom, threw it in him and resumed fucking him. He pleaded with his eyes and begged me, “Dude, you got to wrap up, I only fuck safe.” I looked down at him and answered, “Not any more. This is pay ball for telling my father about me being gay.” Dante asked him, “I thought the reason you kept asking me to fuck you was that you wanted me to turn you into a cum pig?” Jeremy was shacking his head and saying “FUCK NO! Now let me go” while moaning with every hard thrust I gave him. Dante was now placing a tourniquet on his arm saying, “I guess we’ll have to give you a little ‘something’ to help you discover your true self. Now best you hold still as not to get seriously injured.” Dante found a good vein, swabbed it with alcohol, and as I paused my fucking street’ll with my cock buried deep I his ass, gave Jeremy his first slam. It was a strong one to start. I resumed my pounding of his hole the second the needle was pulled out. When the tourniquet was removed and the Tina began to move into his chest, I felt his hole convulsing with every cough. It made me double my efforts to seed his ass. Quickly a change came over him. He was moaning even louder and stared to beg me to fuck him harder. I looked at him asking, “Is our new chem pig liking my raw cock I his ass?” His answer was no surprise, “Oh, fuck yes.” His answer to my next question didn’t matter, he was getting my load, and anyone else’s who fucked him from that point on. I asked him, “Where does Jeremy want my load? Are you ready for me up breed you for the first time in your life? Are you ready to become our cum dump? You ready to me knocked up? We all have a special gift to give you for your birthday? You do want our special gift?” I have no idea of he had any clue what I was talking about, but in his drugged up brain all he could do was say ‘Yes’ and ‘Give it to me, please give it to me’. All this talk and the action of slamming him had me ready to shoot my first load in nearly a week. I roared, “Ready or not bitch, I’m about to fill you with a big load of dirty, filthy, poz cum.” As I slammed in and out while my balls over heated and I began to have one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had firing over a dozen times. I felt my cum begin to back splash song my cock as I worked my toxic spooge into the walls of his soon to be poz ass. When I was spent and my softening cock began to slip from his ass, I was quickly replaced by Dante. Dante fucked Jeremy for a lot longer then I did delivering 2 good loads. After another slam Pedro fucked him next. He went for depth making sure whatever cum that was inside was pushed in deep. As Robbie took his turn the others that Dante had recruited and had paid him to fuck Jeremy showed up. By Sunday afternoon Jeremy’s ass was dropping pinkish cum. It was strange but when we left Pedro hung around to ‘take care’ of Jeremy.

Anyone who at a bathhouse asks a poz top "Are you clean?" deserves to get stealth-bred. If I were poz who enjoyed toping and was asked at some anon hook-up place "Are you clean?" I would say "Yes", meaning that I have a clean hole ready to get fucked and bred. I would then ask "Are you clean?" meaning if his hole is clean. I would then fuck him and breed him. If my dick comes out with shit, I would say "I thought you said you were clean". If after the breeding the hole was "clean", I would say, "Yeah, really clean hole!". That would be a lesson.

Agreed.