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I thought about going to the Professor's place but decided not too. I work with him and it would be weird I thought. But then again I thought of all the flirting moments especially the time at the department meeting. I paused and felt I need to hold back. As I thought about all the moments, I actually fell asleep. I woke up and it was 1:45pm and it was hot. I look down and my cock was hard. I got up and used the bathroom. I texted my friends and all had plans for the day and evening. Some wanted to go back to the bars we went to last night and I wasn't up for that again. I decided to take a shower and wake up. It was now 2:30pm and I finally decided to go for a swim at the Professor's place. I texted him that I was going to stop by for a swim. He texted back that he wasn't home and go ahead. I went into to the bedroom to change. I put on my new regular swimsuit. As I looked at myself I looked hot and it covered up things well. I paused then took it off. I pulled out the old smaller one and put it on. It covered less on both the front and back side. My cheeks hung out and on the front it really showed my thighs and it hung low on my waist. I decided to got with this. Then I put on my short running shorts and my running shirt. I drove over to his place which was about 20 minutes away on the other side of town. It was an small house with a fence around it. I went to the gate entered the number and went in. The yard was small but the pool was a decent size enough to do a lap. I put on sunscreen, my goggles and jumped in. It was hot so the water felt good. I got into a good rhythm and while the pool wasn't that long I got in a few strokes before turning back off the wall. After around 5 laps I saw a figure standing at the end of the pool. I stopped and looked up, it was Professor Post. "Hello, I am glad you decided to come and take me up on my offer" he said standing there "Thank you for offering it feels great to swim especially since its so hot" I said I looked up at him and he was in a tight white bikini. I could see his thick cock in the outline. The fabric shimmered a bit. He saw me look. "You like what you see" he said I just smiled and nodded. "I brought some food to snack on if you want" he said "I would love some" I said. As I climbed out of the pool I could see him look me over and devour me with his eyes. He knew I noticed. "Sorry for staring . You just look amazing in that swimsuit. It's very nice" he said "Thank you, I am glad you like it. I was actually going to wear another one that was bigger but I chose this one" I said. I don't know why I said that, maybe just nervous. "I am glad you did he said" handing me my towel and I could see his cock was hard and pushing out of his swimsuit. "You like mine too" he asked "Yes it looks very nice. The fabric shines" I said "Yes it does its very comfortable and feels smooth and silky" he said "yes it does" I said and I don't know what got into me but I reached out to touch the fabric. I didn't touch the area over his cock but the side. It felt smooth and silky. "You are right" I said rubbing his swimsuit. He softly grabbed my hand and led it over the front of the bikini going over his hard cock. "There you truly get a feel for the fabric" he said I could feel his cock pulsing as my hand went over it. "Lets go grab some food" he said holding my hand. He led me over to the pool lounging chairs. "I brought a bottle of wine for you as a gift for letting me come over and swim" I said "You didn't have to. That's sweet. Let's open it" he said He got some glasses and opened the bottle and we cheers and started to drink. We ate the cheese and cold cuts he had brought out. We talked about our background. I shared mine and he talked about his. He moved here about 10 years ago from Chicago after a breakup with his partner. He said he was gay and he just been single dating some guys but nothing serious. He asked if I had a gf. I told him not right now that we broke up. "Sorry to hear that, what happened" he asked I paused. "Sorry dont' feel like you have to answer me. Its okay." he said "No I think I should start talking about it" I said "I had a gf but we broke up as I started to have sex with a man" I said His face remained calm and understanding. "Was he your first man you had sex with?" he asked "Yes" I said I explained I had a couple of bj and hand job experiences in high school but no real sex. "What made you have sex with this man" he asked. He poured me another glass of wine. I explained it wasn't one thing. It was several interactions and being with him that made me feel relaxed and close to him and also never experiencing sex with a man and how much pleasure that can be. "Me too. I had gf and was even engaged. But had this older guy who I had sex with a few times and also showed me about male intimacy and pleasure" he said He told me he broke up with his fiancée and then started to date guys. His first was the older guy he had first sex with then other men. Then the latest was his last partner who was in his late 20's. "Wow lucky guy" I said "Ha ha thank you. Yes he was but we just didn't fit after a while. He also found someone else. It was fine." he said "So you and this man a couple?' he asked I paused "No not really. He is just helping me explore and guide me" I said. I looked over at him and saw cock hard. "it sure is a nice day" I said breaking up the conversation. He laughed yes it is. "We should get a nice tan today" he said "Yes we should. Can you put sunscreen on my back please" I said sitting up and facing my back to him. He sprayed and rubbed it in and then went right below my waist line. I was surprised but let him do it. "Why don't you lie down on your stomach" he said. I lay down on my stomach and he sprayed it again and rubbed me down. It felt good. He had strong hands. I let out a sigh. "Just relax" he said He went down again on my lower back and pulled down my bikini a few inches and rubbed in sunscreen. He pulled it back up hard creating almost a thong like feeling and then sprayed on my exposed butt cheeks. He rubbed it in and I let out a soft moan. He kept working my cheeks then sprayed on my thighs and legs. He worked my thighs and calves and then on his way back up my leg he took the inside and rubbed the inside of my thigh. I let out a moan. He did that several more times on each side. I heard him rustle and then felt his sit on my ass and thighs. OMG I felt his hard cock on my ass. He leaned down and lie on me. "I think we know we both found each other attractive. I couldn't help notice you liking my cycling shorts and checking out my cock. Or smelling my scent. I find you very attractive especially when you wear those short booty shorts and show off your fine ass and legs. Even that day it looked like you had cum leaking out of you. Yes I noticed it and went back to your chair and found cum on your desk seat. It tasted very good" he said whispering in my ear. My cock was hard and so was his. He kissed my ear and I turned back and we kissed. He pulled back and pulled down my bikini. I helped and then got back on all fours. Then I felt him spread my cheeks and then he dove in. I let out a loud moan as he started to eat my ass out. I pushed back on his mouth feeling his tongue, his teeth biting my and his scruffle on my cheeks. "Hmmm I know your pussy would taste sweet" he said going back and eating me out. All I could do is moan. He ate me out for a good five minutes. He really pushed his tongue deep in me then started to use his finger. I winced as I could feel his fingernails scrape me but moaned as he ate me out and alternated. Then I felt 2 then 3 fingers really stretching me. He was massaging me deep and going after my prostate. My head fell and I just moaned and could see precum leaking from my cock. Then he took my cock and placed it my mouth. It was huge. I started to suck and lick the head. The metal ring looked fatter then I saw it. I sucked him and it was difficult not to have it bang against my teeth. After he pushed my on my back. I spread my legs automatically and he lifted them on his shoulders. "I think we have both wanted this for a long time" he said pulling lube out of his beach bag and rubbing it on his cock. I nodded and tried to push my ass back on his head. "Easy boy let's take it slow" he said pushing his cock head in me. I winced. It hurt. Not only was he thick but that metal ring took a bit to get in. He finally got his head in and I yelled. He covered my mouth with a kiss and our tongues dueled. He kept his cock there and then slowly started to push in. He was huge and that ring made it more intense. I could feel it rub against the inner all and stretch my hole. He pushed slowly taking his time. We kissed and he would suck on my nipples which made me moan more. When he pushed deeper he would bit my nipples helping with the pain and he sank deeper in. Each inch I could feel that ring in my gutt. I had never felt anything so intense before in me. Then I felt him at the other place deep in me like another hole. "Ohhh Dan you feel so good. Your pussy is so sweet" he said kissing me "Ughhhh your cock is so huge and that ring is wrecking me" I moaned back "Yeah you like it don't you? I saw you stare at it all the time. I want it in you don't you" he said pushing deeper I didn't answer. He stopped and slowly pulled his cock back to the entrance but keeping the head in. "Yes I did. I wonder what your cock would feel like in me. It's so huge and gorgeous and that ring. I never felt anything like that before and I wanted to try it" I said moaning and trying to push my ass back on his cock. "And you want me in you?" he asked holding his cock there "Yes please fuck me. Please" I begged With that he pushed forward and pushed his cock into me breaking that other hole in me. My eyes popped out of my socket as I yelled. The pain was intense as his cock and that ring rammed though that deeper hole in me. Once all the way in me he was buried in me. I could feel the ring and his cock stretch my hole. "Ohh fuck I never thought your pussy would be this tight and good. Its milking me right now. Oh Dan" he said as he started to fuck me He kept a good pace of short strokes wrecking my prostate and make me moan loudly begging to fuck me. And then deep strokes ramming into my second hole. "Fuck your deep pussy is so tight your send cunt hole is juicy" he said as he was fucking me I just moaned and let go and let him take me . His cock and that ring were wrecking me and stretching me in every way. I started to feel his cock expand. "Fuck I'm close tell me where you want my load" he said "Cum in me please" he said "I am sorry I forgot to mention I am HIV positive" he said slowing down his fucking My mind snapped "I don't care fuck me please cum in me I want your load in me please" I said moaning and begging He had a surprised look and just started ramming into me. My eyes fell back in my head and I moaned and panted pushing my ass back on his cock. The finally I felt him spasm and shoot deep in me. "Ahhhh here my POZ load cums" yelled I felt spurts of his hot cum hit my inside. I also started to cum hands free shooting all over me and him. He shot 7-8 spurts of cum in me. He kept fucking me and I kept oozing cum out of my cock especially went he pushed on my prostate. Finally he slowed down and leaned in and we kissed like that for what seemed like hours. Ohhh this was wonderful I thought.

The next day was the same of going to work and then my class. I planned to go swimming at the pool on campus but the pump wasn't working so they shut down the pool temporarily. I decided to go back to work as I had stuff to do. The Department Secretary asked why I had come back and I explained why. I went back to my desk and worked. Around 5pm everyone left the office and I thought I was alone. Then I turned and saw Professor Post standing there in his usual tight cycling outfit with his cock rock hard pushing out. I took a look and then looked up at him. He smiled. "I heard about the pool, that sucks. If you want you come over to my place this weekend if you want to go for a swim. I might not be there as I have errands but you are more than welcome to." he said "Thank you. I have plans but if I have time I might stop by if that's ok" I said "Of course, no pressure. Come by if you can and want to. It's an open invite." he said "The code to the gate is 2453. I will leave some towels out for you. Also here is my phone number. Just text me if you plan to stop by." he said looking down at me "Ok thank you. I appreciate that" I said. As I looked down I saw his cock still hard. "Have a good night and hope to see you around" he said walking away. My cock was hard. I decided to get back to work and stayed at the office until 5:30p then went to go hang out with my friends at a bar. We went bar hopping and I got trashed. I got home around 11pm and then went straight to bed and passed out. I woke up late the next morning around 10am and was hung over. I took a shower and got something to eat. I lay on the couch watching TV. R-Hey what you doing? D- Lying on the couch R- No plans? D- no hung over from last night R- ABS? D- LOL...no drinking with friends R- How is your pussy doing? D- Horny;) R- What you been up to? D- Using the dildo R- no sex? ABS? D- no just dildo R- And you enjoy it? D- It's okay. It gets the job done but not satisfying. R- Yeah there is nothing like bare cock, right? I paused D- Yes D- What have you been up to? R- work and meetings. Also had a hook up last night. R- Image (Ricks cock in a twink looking bottom D- HOT! R- He was so tight. D- You cum in him? R- Of course. He begged for it. 20 yr old student never been fucked begged for my POZ cum. R- He is sorting out the PEP thing now but keeps texting me wanting to come back and get fucked again D- are you? R- we will see. I have another twink send me pics of his ass and dressed in sexy outfits. D- Like? R- Thongs, Jstrap, booty shorts, even lingerie D- that turn you on? R- Of course R- Gotta go to meet co-workers for lunch R- You should get out and do something today. Don't be alone. You sound bummed. D- I am. Good advice. R TTYL and remember to take your PEP. D- yes taking it now

I kept looking on the app and seeing how many profiles are on there. As I was curious I wanted to do a search of people near me. As I looked through all the filters I was fascinated and excited. I went thru it and got click happy. Some of the terms I had to look up. I selected Top, Versatile Top 40 years of age and older Cum in my ass Cum in my mouth Kissing When I saw the area of HIV I paused. It had various things to select like: Negative Undetectable POZ Unknown POZ/HEP Don't care I left it blank and hit enter. About 40 profiles popped up with 15 online now. As I looked at them there several hot older men on the site. As I looked thru the profile listing about 25-30 of them were HIV+. Some undetectable and some POZ. Some were into other things I didn't recognize like FF, golden, scat and other. As I looked through the listing my cock started to get hard. There were some hot guys on here. Also some not so hot guys. I saw this one profile. Breeding TOP Looking for fun with all kinds. Top only here. Might consider with the right top. NEG bottoms to breed come to the front of the line. Passion and connection are important. Lets chat and get going. There were no pics of his face but his body was hot and lean and his cock was huge. There was another cock pic with a ring through the cock tip. It was huge. There were also pics of bottoms with cum leaking from their ass and one of his cock in an ass. Another profile was interesting. Fun Bear    Top Daddy for young bottoms. Bare only and HVRL here. Looking for any bottoms looking for fun. Open to kink, 420 and other fun. No drugs. His body wasn't lean like the others. He was 5'11 about 210lbs and had a pot belly and a hairy chest, beard and moustache. He was bald with an earring. He had his eyes and part of his face covered. Then I opened the pic for his cock and it was huge. It was over 9" long and thick. There was a biohazard tattoo above his cock. As I looked through the profiles I got hard and took out the dildo and started to fuck myself with it and jack off. Looking at those pics I worked my ass. I could feel it clench the dildo and suck it in and my cock was leaking so much. I kept this up for another minute then shot a huge load all over my stomach. After I came I licked up my cum and cleaned off the dildo. Even though I just came my cock was still hard and my ass didn't feel satisfied. I went back going through the profiles. As I read them and looked at all these pics my cock and ass ached. I thought about going to the ABS getting real cock but hesitated. I felt a bit ashamed and scared someone would see me there. I got the dildo and rammed it in my ass. I put log pillow that I had to rest my head and stuck it under me between my legs and used it to ride the dildo and push it in me. It was like I was riding Rick fucking myself on the cock. It felt so good and hit my insides in a different way. As I rode it I started to pant and without touching my cock I came and spurt all over the floor. I kept riding it and watched my cock leak with more cum. I bent down and licked the cum off the floor. I cleaned off the dildo savoring the taste and decided to go to bed.

White faggots should always let superior black cocks use our asses to drain their balls inside as much as they want💦, I'm a worthless sissy meant to be stuffed and knocked up by beautiful black men's BBCs to remind me of my place. 🥵🤤

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

Was sucking cocks in a Truck Stop bathroom this morning, few of the men wanted to fuck me and well since im in a wheelchair only place to fuck me was on the floor , so got on the dirty bathroom floor and a line of mine took turns pinning me down and fucking my manpussy, swallowed about 20 loads, 12 loads in my Ass .

Emphatically YES!! I am absolutely a faggot pig bottom for older dominant men (of course I'll never turn down the opportunity to suck any cock)

Yesterday I received an SMS from an unknown number with no picture saying 'Mark gave me your number'. Mark is my owner who likes to whore me out without consulting me. Whenever I get a message like this one I know he has been advertising my holes and showing pictures of me getting fucked. And I know that he has arranged a hookup for me. I replied 'Do you want to breed my mouth or ass and when?' He gave me his hotel name and room number and said to be there at 10am today and to tell hotel reception I had a meeting so they could allow me access to his floor. His hotel door was open. He was in the bathroom. I made my way to the bedrooms, got out of my clothes, assumed the doggy position on the bed, and took a hit of poppers. He entered the room and without saying hello plunged his lubed, thick cock into my cunt. After several minutes of pounding he removed his cock from my ass and ordered me to suck it. This was my first time to see him, a heavyset, bearded guy in his mid 40s. Not great looking but a good fuck. I started to deepthroat him and he took this as an invitation to face-fuck me hard. He told me that he was close to cumming so I spun around to allow him plunge his dick into my open, sloppy hole. He came hard into my ass, pulsing with each spasm. After he withdrew I took his penis in my mouth to clean it. I got dressed and told him to call me when he was next in town and to give my number to any colleagues or friends who might need relief. I drove home with his cum leaking from my ass.

What had I just done. Only a few weeks ago I was a straight guy with a hot gf. While she could be a pill, she was hot. Lots of guys would stare at her when we went out together. Especially when she would wear tight yoga pants, tight short skirts barely covering her crotch or short sheer dresses or short shorts. And now I was at an ABS with cum dripping from my ass, in fact POZ cum to add, and sucked off guys too. As I began to pull up my pants another guy put his cock through the hole. It was thick and a good size. I finished zipping up my jeans as I got ready to leave and then he said. "Get down on your knees boy. I heard a sluttly whore was in here taking all cocks. I looked closer at his cock. It was nice and veiny. There was a tattoo at the base. It was a biohazard sign. I just dropped to my knees and started to suck it. "Ahhh damn what a warm mouth" he said I sucked him hard and played with his cock with my tongue. Suddenly he pulled out. Then I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door. It was the clerk. He looked older close up. He pulled out his cock and it was about 7 inches and hard. I got hard and turned around. He put the tip of his cock at my hole and started to fuck me. I just bent over and moaned. It felt so good. He knew how to fuck and he was giving it to me. The way he was working his cock in me was driving me crazy. He wasn't huge but he knew how to fuck me and hit me in the right places. I moaned louder and pushed back on his cock. "Yeah you are a fucking dirty whore. Taking loads from strange men. FUCK...your pussy is so tight and its grabbing my cock. You are a find." he said ramming into me. He reached around and pinched my nipples and I yelled out. "Oh fuck yeah your cunt feels amazing. Can't believe you are still tight taking all these cocks you slut" he said He kept pounding me and I felt deep in my groing and in my ass the heat rise and it started to spasm and I started to cum. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck me" I moaned "Ahhhhh your fucking cunt is strangling my cock ahhhh. Here it comes bitch." he said as he came in my ass. I felt at least 7 hot spurts coat my cunt. "Fuck yeah you like POZ cum don't you" he said still pumping me He's POZ? I felt my inside twitch. "Hmm yeah your cunt likes it. Its milking me now hard" he moaned My cock was still hard leaking cum on the floor. Finally he pulled out and I turned and dropped and took him in my mouth. "Ohhh you dirty little whore you love POZ cock dont you. You keep coming back here I could whore you out. Give you all the dirty cock you need." he said WTF did he say. I just kept sucking him off. I looked up at him. He smiled. He told me his name is Ray and to come back often he can line up guys to fuck me. He pulled up his shorts and went back to work. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I had cum leaking from my ass and all over my face. I cleaned up with some tissues and walked out in a hurry and got into my car. What just happened?

Sadly I don’t know my dad but started out with my step dad at around 13 when one of his mates became my “boyfriend” and he was showing me “tricks” and helping me “show off” which eventually introduced an uncle and my PE teacher to the mix. By 15 or 16 I had a few boyfriends and a reputation which I loved. 😜 Set me up for what I am now😈

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

You do have a pretty spectacular booty there. Bet it looks great in a sling!

The food they eat affects it, so it could be a factor.

Back in high school (1984-87) I went to school with a guy. We knew each other, but weren't really friends. To be honest, I was kind of an outlaw smoking weed and riding a motorcycle as soon as I got my license. Jay was kind of quiet and "too nice" for me. After high school we never associated again, but we are from a small town area, so remained aware of each other until I moved away in 1992. Then in 2016 I moved home. A few weeks later I was cruising a peekhole at the local Walmart and the guy in the stall next to me was showing off a gloriously thick 6.5 inch cock. I immediately tapped away with my foot and he gestured me over and unlocked his door. I quickly dashed into his stall to find myself face-to-face with Jay. I was stunned. He smiled and said "Hello there"...I said he was too nice lol. I proceeded to ignore everything and drop to my knees and suck his cock. I was in heaven. When someone came in the bathroom I stayed there on my knees still sucking. After he came down my throat we walked out together, exchanged numbers and agreed to do it again. Five minutes later he texted and we began communicating and coordinating our next meeting. It didn't take long to realize we had a very fortunate coincidence. He lived a mile from my office and he worked evenings while I worked days. Thanks to being in charge of my own schedule I was able to go to his house and suck him off almost every M-F on my lunch break and since I set my own schedule, I could take a long lunch if I wanted and just work over to make it up. We quickly settled into a routine and over the next 9.5 years. It quickly turned semi-dom which I enjoy (I am sub). One day I was off work and he stopped by for a blowjob and without asking, he brought along a friend. He introduced me as "The guy that sucks my cock" and I let them in. I sucked my feeder's cock while his friend watched and stroked, then after Jay came in my mouth, his friend stepped up and fucked my mouth and came down my throat. That was it. After that I did anything Jay wanted as long as I got to suck his cock. I sucked his cock anywhere I could...his house, my house, the restroom at my job, the mall bathroom, under an interstate overpass, in a partially demolished house that he owned right in the middle of town, on the state fairgrounds parking lot, on my knees in a pile of trash left behind in an apartment he rented out while he talked on the phone to someone about me sucking his cock, to name a few. He brought along someone whenever he wanted. He never told or warned me. I just showed at his place or he came to mine and there was some new guy for me to suck off. He took pictures of me while I sucked their cock. Jay turned me into a cocksucker. I sucked a lot of cock before him, but he was the first to see me as a cocksucker before anything else. Sadly after 9.5 years my job took me away, but now I am back in a neighboring town and hope to reconnect and pick up where we left off. This is a pic from a video he took of me sucking his cock.

Anyone into dad and son incest? Has anyone ever experienced it? because i want to.

Have been busted quite a few times, but like most people here, I wasn't bothered by it. I have always known that deep inside I am an exhibitionist. The first and perhaps best time I got caught was the very first time. Our friend group all lived pretty near each other and we commonly just walked into each other's house without knocking. One day I am at my cousin's house sucking his cock and our friend Shane walks in. We were both so thoroughly enjoying me sucking his cock to the point that he was actually in the house for several minutes before we knew. I looked up, saw him watching me, then went back to sucking. Rick said Shane watched until he came in my mouth and then left. It wasn't long after that that the whole friend group knew. I ended up sucking off two of the other guys fairly regularly for several years after that.

I posted for a group on sniffies and was ass taking loads when a coworker showed up and took a turn I was nervous as hell but he never said anything at work we have hooked up a few times since

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.

Chapter 26: Lingering Questions Clearview University Medical. Steighn wing, on-call waiting room. 21:36 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Trevor had honestly not thought about Clark Grant in months. Not consciously. The morning had already felt wrong. Elias and Toby already at home before shift change—too early, too quiet, too coordinated. They were supposed to be on a mission, not to return for a while. His brother had a sprained ankle, and Elias looked like he was physically ill. They’d told him just enough about what happened at Helixion to make it sound contained. Clinical. Handled. Too little, though. They avoided specifics. Avoided eye contact at the wrong moments. Elias had stood with his weight subtly forward, as if bracing for impact. Toby had filled in the silence with jokes that didn’t land. Trevor knew that posture. He lived with it. Both of them were intentionally not sharing something important. Likely, something had breached containment. Something had gone sideways. And they weren’t telling him everything. He had let it go—for the moment. He had to sleep. He had patients to follow up on. He had charts. He had a schedule. And he had an on-call shift to worry about. In all honesty, he had compartmentalized. Which is what left his mind wondering while half-listening to the TV in the call room, going through old emails on his laptop. The name alone stopped him cold. Clark Grant. For a second, Trevor simply stared at it. He didn’t know Clark well—not in the way one knows colleagues. Clark never worked at Clearview. They hadn’t gone to school together, although his reputation was known across the field. He had only ever appeared for Julian Marek’s appointments. Always impeccably dressed. Always composed. Always frighteningly intelligent. Clark spoke about viral load like it was architecture. About resistance mutations like they were chess moves. He had a way of dissecting medical information that made Trevor feel less like the attending physician and more like a peer being evaluated. He had been almost aggressively emotionless. Until Julian spoke. Trevor remembered the way Clark’s posture would shift when Julian reached for him. A fracture in the marble façade. A warm smile, a soft laugh. The only evidence that something human lived beneath the precision. Julian’s infection had been wrong from the start. Resistant in ways that defied expectation. Aggressive beyond established patterns. Six months from initial detection to hospice. Trevor still remembered admitting him to the now abandoned Dumpf Tower—the old hospice corridor that hospital administration had long ago deemed too expensive to renovate. The air there always smelled faintly of dust and something metallic. The lighting hummed. Julian lasted two days. Clark lasted two minutes after the monitors went flat. Trevor had stepped out to give him privacy. When he returned, the room was destroyed. Equipment overturned. Glass shattered. A chair split. Clark standing in the wreckage, hands bloodied, chest heaving—not screaming, not crying, but radiating a grief so violent it felt dangerous. Then, just as quickly, the mask snapped back into place. Trevor had never forgotten that transformation. Now he looked down at the email. It wasn’t frantic per se—not in a way most people would recognize. But for Clark Grant? From the many times they’d spoken, it was. The language was sharper than Trevor remembered. Less controlled. He was asking—no, pressing—for updates on the novel HIV drug trial he had pioneered. Mentioning that none of the other trial sites had responded. Emphasizing how critical it was to know whether it had succeeded. There was urgency threaded between the lines. Trevor felt a slow, cold unease coil in his gut. Clark Grant did not lose composure. Not in the clinic. Not in grief. Not even in rage. At least not so publicly. If he was reaching out like this—personally, bypassing institutional channels, using Trevor’s private email— Something had shifted. Trevor leaned back on the call room couch, the television playing muted in the background. His mind drifted unwillingly to that morning—to the way Elias had carefully chosen his words when mentioning Helixion. To Toby’s half-smile. To the deliberate omission of detail. They had mentioned Clark’s name in passing. Too casually. As if testing how it sounded in the air. He’d given them what he knew, pulling up the contact information they had shared at Julian’s funeral. Trevor felt the same hollow tightening in his chest he had felt that morning when Elias’s labs came back positive. That same surreal sense that the world had tilted half a degree off its axis. That sense of realizing something terrible had already been set in motion long before he was informed. He remembered how clinical he had tried to be then—reviewing Elias’s numbers, evaluating options, refusing panic. He remembered how Clark must have felt hearing him explain Julian’s resistance panel. Knowing something was wrong. Knowing the system wasn’t behaving the way it should. Trevor looked again at Clark’s email. Near-frantic, by Clark’s standards. And for the first time, Trevor wondered whether Elias’s infection had ever truly been random. The television flickered behind him. The hospital hummed. And somewhere in the back of his mind, the abandoned hospice wing felt less like a memory and more like a warning. The overhead speakers cracked to life before Trevor could respond to the email. “Trauma level one alert. Multiple inbound. ETA seven minutes. All available trauma personnel to the ambulance bay.” The charge nurse didn’t knock. She burst into the call room, already gloved, already moving. “Dr. Kade, we’ve got at least two criticals coming in. One MVC, something about an ambulance versus a pedestrian. And some sort of dog bite maybe? EMS sounded… off.” Trevor was on his feet before she finished the sentence. The email from Clark remained open on his laptop. Unanswered. He shoved the unease down into the same compartment he’d used that morning. There would be time later. There always had to be time later. He moved fast, muscle memory taking over. Trauma gown. Gloves. Face shield. The ER lights were too bright, the air too sharp with antiseptic. Controlled chaos bloomed outward from the ambulance bay as nurses and techs fell into position. The ambulance doors swung open. And Trevor’s world tilted. For half a second he thought he was looking into a mirror. Tobias. His twin brother. Looking like he’d just been through hell. Standing at the back of the rig, jaw tight, eyes scanning the bay like he expected gunfire instead of gurneys. The same face. Same bone structure. Same build. The only difference was the posture—Tex carried himself like he was still in a combat zone. Around them, staff froze. “What the—?” “I swear I just saw Dr. Kade upstairs.” “Didn’t he just walk past radiology like ten minutes ago?” Trevor didn’t move. Didn’t blink. His twin locked eyes with him. There was no greeting. No smile. No explanation. Just urgency. Behind Toby, strapped to a gurney and half-covered by a blanket, lay something massive and wrong. Even unconscious, it radiated a presence that made the hair on Trevor’s arms rise. “Toby… what the hell are you doing here?” The surrounding noise dulled, staff glancing between identical faces in quick, unsettled takes. Tex crossed the distance in three strides and caught Trevor by the arm, guiding him a few steps away from the cluster of nurses and rolling equipment. The first gurney passed behind them—Rafi, one of the regular paramedics in their ER, unconscious and strapped down tight. The second followed, heavier, wrong in a way the human brain resisted categorizing. “Trevor,” Tex said quietly. “Look at me.” Trevor did. His eyes were wide, breath shallow, physician’s composure fighting something far more personal. “Toby—what is going on?” Tex didn’t answer. Instead, he hooked two fingers under the edge of the blanket covering the second gurney and lifted it. Just enough. Trevor’s breath hitched sharply. Color drained from his face in an instant. What he saw beneath the fabric—skin too dark, anatomy subtly distorted, something fundamentally wrong pressed into every angle—stole the words from him entirely. “Is that what the fuck I think it is?” Trevor whispered. Tex lowered the blanket again carefully, resealing something volatile. He stepped closer, angling his body to shield Trevor’s reaction from prying eyes. “That,” Tex murmured near his ear, voice steady and grim, “is Elias’s and my boss. Commander Briggs.” Trevor swallowed hard. “That’s not—people don’t—” “I know,” Tex cut in. “Which is why we don’t have time. Elias is on his way here with another one.” As if summoned by the words, the automatic doors at the edge of the bay slid open with a sharp hiss. A familiar sedan rolled in too fast and braked hard near the curb. Elias was out before the engine fully died, coat half-buttoned, phone still in his hand. His eyes locked on Tex first—then shifted past him to the gurney. Behind Elias, a new person stumbled. It wasn’t subtle. One second he was upright, jaw clenched like he was forcing himself through something internal; the next, his steps faltered. He grabbed at his head with both hands as if trying to hold his thoughts in place. Trevor had seen catastrophic trauma before—burns, blast injuries, bodies torn open by forces most people only saw on the news—but nothing prepared him for Zero standing there in the shredded remains of his camo fatigues, fabric hanging in strips from a body that no longer fit inside human proportions. His chest was bare, skin darkened to an unnatural, slate-gray tone that was quickly becoming black, muscle carved and swollen as if overbuilt by design rather than training. Veins traced faintly beneath the surface like branching shadows. Trevor could even see what looked to be the beginning of horns threatening to breach the skin of his forehead. There was no sheet to soften it, no clinical barrier—just raw, altered flesh where a man should have been. Trevor’s breath caught despite himself. This wasn't an injury. It wasn’t disease progression as he understood it. It looked deliberate. Engineered. And whatever had remade this man had done so with terrifying precision. “No—not here—he’s too—something’s—” the man gasped. “He’s pulling—” Elias spun and caught him before he hit the pavement. “Hey. Hey. Look at me,” Elias said sharply, shifting instantly into crisis mode. “Breathe, buddy. Stay with me. Focus on my voice.” Trevor moved automatically to assist—and that was when he saw it. Elias’s free hand was pressed to his side. Too tight. Too deliberate. The shape of a compact handgun was poorly concealed beneath Elias’s coat, angled upward, muzzle resting discreetly against Zero’s ribs. Trevor froze for half a second. Elias met his eyes. The message was clear: If he turns, I end it. Trevor felt something cold slide down his spine. Tex was already moving. “Clear space,” he snapped at the surrounding staff. Elias looked up, relief and alarm colliding. “He was fine ten minutes ago. Then it was like something reached inside his head.” Tex had a syringe out before Elias finished the sentence. “Get back.” The smaller man tried weakly to pull away, mumbling something incoherent. Elias tightened his hold—just enough to steady him. The gun remained hidden but ready. “Sorry, buddy,” Tex muttered. He drove the needle into his neck and depressed the plunger in one smooth motion. Zero went slack almost immediately, weight sagging fully into Elias’s arms. The bay went quiet again. Too many witnesses. Too many questions. Trevor stared at Elias first—not at the unconscious man, not at the gurney—at the gun still pressed discreetly to the man’s side. Elias shifted slightly, sliding the weapon back beneath his coat as staff rushed in with another gurney. Trevor didn’t say anything. Not here. Not now. Instead, he turned back to Tex, jaw tight. “We can’t keep doing this out here. You just knocked whoever that was out in front of a quarter of the ER staff.” “I know,” Tex replied. “We need to get all of them in the most secure rooms you have.” Trevor pivoted toward the staff, voice snapping back into authority. “Is the new psych holding wing open?” A nurse nodded hesitantly. “Perfect, move all three patients there. Lock the wing down. No visitors. No exceptions.” There were no more questions. The command in his tone cut through hesitation. Staff moved. Elias helped lower Zero onto the gurney, one hand still hovering near his coat. Trevor noticed. He noticed everything. As the team turned toward the isolated wing, Trevor stepped close to Elias, voice low and controlled. “You brought a fucking gun into my ER,” he said quietly. Elias didn’t look at him. “If he turns, I won’t get a second chance.” Trevor swallowed. He hated that he feared Elias was right. Tex stepped in beside them. “Gravestone’s sedated. For now. Krell’s already trying to reroute us.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “Of course he is. Any ideas?” “None that are good,” Tex admitted. “We’ve got minutes before this becomes political instead of medical.” Trevor glanced back once more at the blanket-covered shape on the gurney. And at his husband, who had just calmly prepared to execute a man in his ambulance bay. “Call room,” Trevor said tightly. “Now.” Behind them, beneath restraints and fabric, something shifted—barely perceptible. But Trevor saw it. And for the first time, he wasn’t sure which terrified him more— What was under the blanket. Or what his husband and brother might be willing to do to stop it. — Clearview University Medical. Steighn wing, on-call waiting room. 21:54 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The call room door clicked shut behind them, muting the chaos of the ER to a dull, distant hum. Tex stripped off his jacket and tossed it onto the couch, already pulling the small black hard drive from his pocket. The anime stickers were peeling at the corners now, adhesive giving up after too many missions. Elias watched him carefully. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” “Depends,” Tex said, plugging it into Trevor’s laptop. “You think Pixel would leave us something boring?” The drive light blinked. A prompt appeared. Elias folded his arms. “You crack it already?” Tex snorted. “Please. Pixel uses the same encryption key every time. ‘Standard.’ Which is hilarious for someone who thinks they’re clever.” He typed quickly—no hesitation. The drive unlocked. Folders bloomed across the screen. Elias stepped closer, shoulder nearly brushing Tex’s. “You’re sure this is from Helixion?” Tex nodded once. “Pulled it out of a pile from the lab. The MPs hadn’t even had a chance to log it into the inventory.” He opened the main directory. PROJECT HELLION. Elias let out a slow breath. “Of course they named it that. Has Krell’s touch for sure.” Tex clicked through subfolders—viral scaffolding, delivery systems, genetic edits, containment reports. Then he stopped. “…Wait. This doesn’t make sense.” “What?” Elias asked. Tex scrolled back up and opened the carrier documentation. “They weren’t even using HIV as the base.” Elias frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. Everything you told me you’ve seen—” “—looks retroviral, yeah,” Tex finished. “But this? This is synthetic backbone engineering. Custom-built carrier. Designed from scratch. We don’t even have the ability to make stuff like this yet.” He pulled up another document, skimming the molecular diagrams. “What I saw in that temporary lab at Helixion,” Tex continued slowly, “was nothing like this.” Elias looked at him sharply. “Laymen’s terms, please.” Tex leaned back slightly, thinking. “It wasn’t clean like this. It wasn’t structured. It was… chaotic. Hemorrhagic markers everywhere. Cellular collapse patterns that looked closer to Marburg.” He shook his head. “Marburg spliced with retroviral behavior. HIV genetic markers all over the place.” Elias went very still. “That’s not possible,” he said quietly. “I know,” Tex replied. “But that’s what it looked like. Hemorrhagic pathology layered over immune manipulation. It shouldn’t have been stable. Yet, somehow it was. And this Hellion virus? It wasn’t even remotely stable.” He tapped the screen. “This? Hellion? This is tidy. Controlled. Military neat. And utterly useless.” Elias scanned the lead names. Lead Research Scientist: Dr. Clark Grant; Project Manager: Jack Blaine They both stared at the second name. “Jack?” Elias said, incredulous. Tex let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah. That Jack.” The jittery, erratic, always-half-strung-out project manager who never seemed fully present the night before. “That guy couldn’t manage his own name,” Elias muttered. “He looked like he was perpetually coming down from something, and lost his mind in the process.” Tex scrolled through internal memos—budget reallocations, cross-department suppression orders, data silos. “This is coordinated,” Tex said. “Long-term. Strategic. You don’t pull this off by accident.” Elias shook his head slowly. “So he was acting after all.” “Or hiding behind the act,” Tex corrected. “No one pays attention to the screw-up in the corner. He really did play all of us for fools.” They fell silent for a beat. Tex’s eyes caught something else—an email in Trevor’s inbox. From: Clark Grant Subject: Follow Up on New HIV Drug Trials Tex clicked it open. Grant’s message was direct. Controlled. Curious. He referenced the novel HIV drug he had been pioneering—asking whether the clinical trials had produced meaningful results. Mentioning that other trial sites hadn’t responded to his outreach. Emphasizing that it was important to know whether the treatment had worked. Elias read it once, then again. “That tone,” Elias murmured. “He almost sounds frantic. Definitely not the Clark Grant either of us met.” Tex nodded slowly. “Yeah.” He clicked back to the Hellion directory. Near the bottom sat a document marked ADMINISTRATIVE ORDER — PROJECT HELLION. Signed: J. Blaine. Dated one week prior. Tex opened it. “Effective immediately, Dr. Clark Grant is removed from Project Hellion oversight. All independent research under his supervision is to be absorbed into Hellion central development.” Tex felt his stomach drop. “He kicked Grant off,” Elias said quietly. “And absorbed all of his research,” Tex added. They looked at each other. “Grant didn’t leave,” Elias said. “He was removed.” Tex nodded. “Guy made sure to point that out every chance he got to Krell. I thought he was just bitter about it, but…” “And now he’s emailing about his HIV drug trials,” Elias continued. “Which he no longer has access to.” Tex leaned back, thinking hard. “What if Grant figured out what Jack was doing?” he said slowly. Elias’s eyes narrowed. “You think he was trying to shut it down?” “Or undermine it,” Tex said. “If Hellion wasn’t built on HIV originally, but Jack folded Grant’s research into it later…” He trailed off. “…Then Grant’s drug might interfere with it,” Elias finished. Tex’s jaw tightened. “What I saw at Helixion,” he said quietly, “wasn’t stable. It was evolving. Like something that shouldn’t exist but keeps adapting anyway.” Elias nodded once. “If Grant developed a targeted antiviral—” “—and if that antiviral interacts with whatever Jack grafted onto Hellion,” Tex said, “then it might not just be a treatment.” Elias looked at him sharply. “It might be a countermeasure.” Silence settled heavily between them. Grant’s email suddenly felt less like curiosity—and more like urgency. Tex stared at the screen. “Maybe Grant wasn’t building a weapon,” he murmured. “Maybe he was trying to stop one.” Elias folded his arms tighter. “And if Jack cut him out because he got too close…” Tex nodded. “…then Grant’s drug might be the only thing that can slow this down.” The call room felt smaller suddenly. Outside, the ER continued humming—unaware of the war quietly unfolding inside a laptop screen. Tex closed the Hellion folder slowly. “Okay,” he said. “We need to find Grant. Like now.” Elias’s expression darkened. “And we need to figure out if he’s the solution to this nightmare,” Elias said quietly.

Fuck yes!

I’ve gotten rejected for all kinds of things and some of the stuff is really stupid and I find a lot of it is a problem with the other person and not me. One guy kind of rejected me for having a great bubble butt. He just hit me up and said “Damn you have an amazing ass but there’s no way I could satisfy it and hope you find what you’re looking for.” I thought that was weird. No conversation, no hello, just right to the point. I didn’t know what to say so I said “sorry, but thanks for the compliment” and moved on.. weird. He definitely won’t be getting a piece of my ass. Lol.

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

Like others have said, Tokyo Valentino and Southern Nights, both on Cheshire Bridge Rd. Southern Nights is a traditional porn booth type place. Tokyo Valentino is more like a sex club. Dark rooms, gloyhole booths, some public play spaces, private rooms (for $), a sling and some other equipment like that. changing rooms and lockers. Flex is the only remaining bathhouse You can get anon loads at any of those, but a room at red roof inn on north druid hills is the place to go for anon loads. Double digits any time I go, usually 20+, occasionally 40+

As I drove home I reflected on what just happened. I went into an adult store and sucked cock and got fucked up the ass by total strangers. What is happening to me? I was confused and tired. Rather than sort it out I turned on the radio, blasted the music and drove home. I woke up the next morning and Rick texted me. R- so did you go to the ABS? D- Yes R-And tell me all I went over the night telling him how I sucked a guy off then got fucked by several guys including POZ guys R-Did you take your PEP? D-Yesterday yes. I will soon. R- Ok don't forget D- I won't R- Did any of them use condoms? D- Yes one guy did R-And D- I honestly didn't like the way it felt. It didn't really feel good. I couldn't feel the shape of the cock and it rubbing my inside. It felt plasticky. R- That's good D- ? R-Cause it means your pussy is sensitive and can really feel the cock. My ass tingled as I read that. D- yeah I guess so. Bare cock feel so much better in me. I feel more connected to the top. R-Yes you can. And your pussy is so amazing it latches on to the cock and milks it D- blush R- lol D- Its funny I hated condoms as a top but didn't realize the girls probably didn't like the feeling either....lol R- yeah they probably didn't but I think your pussy is more sensitive as theirs. It's definitely tighter: R- How did you feel at the end of the night? I paused a minute before responding. R-? D-Confused. It was a wild experience. I never thought I would do something like that. Give bj and get fucked by strangers in a public place. R-Did you enjoy it? D- Yes I think so. It was a new experience. R- You enjoy getting fucked by strangers? D- A couple of them yes. The two married guys not that much. R-Sorry gotta run back into my meeting R- Make sure to take your PEP D- Yes Daddy After we stopped texting I took my PEP got ready for work and school and left the house. I got to work and it was pretty routine then I went to class and then met my friends for drinks and pizza. I got home around 10pm and watched some TV. I was horny and ended up pulling out the dildo and fucking myself and jacked off. I came all over my stomach and ate my cum. R-What you up to? D-I just jacked off. R-LOL I have good timing. R- You going to the ABS D- No don't feel like it. What are you up to? R- Just finished fucking a hot boy. D- He is so lucky. How old was he? R- 19 yrs old just like you:) D- He know you are POZ? R- Yes that's how we met. He wanted to take my POZ load in him D- He on PREP? R- NO D-Wow that amazes me. He wants HIV. Rick didn't respond for a few minutes. D-? I waited a few more minutes. R- It is more than just wanting HIV. He and other want the intimacy and connection with the top. To offer himself to me, to give himself and accept my seed. My heart raced and my hole twitched reading it. I also got a warm feeling inside. D- I understand D- I miss you R- I miss you too R- What are you up to this weekend? I am not going to be home for a bit. My trip is going to be longer and I wont be home until Sunday. D-:( D- I don't know. R- going to bed now I have to get up early. TTYL D- Night I lay down in bed and thought of what he said about that guy he fucked and what Rick thought. I rubbed my cock and just thinking about it it just started to release cum. Not a lot as I just came but I had an orgasm so easily. That was a new thing. I just chalked it to being horny. I licked it up and fell asleep.

My goal is to satisfy men without getting myself off. I am a service point for horny men to empty their balls into. Being a a piece of fuckmeat is so enjoyable for me. I am a faggot and proud to be of service for those that need it.

Early this morning I was in Fort Tryon Park in Washington Heights and took this black niggas dick in the gazebo. He put 10 nutts (maybe more) in me. He kept fucking me, nonstop, nutting in me and going. He was about 6 inches, but I wanted dick, raw dick, and didn't care. We were the only ones in there for a while. Someone came in the gazebo while we were fucking, and we kept fucking. We didn't care. There were times where he'd nutt in me, and eat his cum, and my juices out of my hole. At that time, we were doggy on the concete floor. When the sex was done, I was on the subway and looked down and I had dirt prints on my knees and on my coat from being a slut, and didn't care. I was loaded. We were fucking for a while, I still feel all the dick he gave in my hole, for I'm sorta sore. My load count for this year is now 16.

I was in a rare mood to top so I hit another bottom one day. I've been attempting more versatility lately because 1) there are too many bottoms in my area, 2) topping requires much less preparation and 3) most guys make the assumption anyway. Guy told me he wanted experienced tops only...for a quick "no loads refused" pump & dump. I've had no complaints when I (successfully) top, and usually I just do for them what I enjoy from tops myself. Anyway, his response helped me better understand all of the "no greedy/selfish bottoms" stuff I've been seeing on profiles a lot lately 😅

Hooked up with a top I’ve been talking to for months. Good deep fucking, cock sucking, ball licking ending with his load deep in my hole. Had also messaging a guy on Grindr or 6 months or so. He was set to cum by when the first top confirmed. The Grindr top had asked if I had a load and that he loved a loaded hole. I told him about the first and he quickly said to message him after. I messaged him as soon as the first left and he said he would be there in 6 minutes. I was ass up, face down when he opened the door. He was larger than the first and felt great as he slid in deep, pounded for about 5 minutes and left his load deep. He said thanks, turned and out the door he went. Great afternoon.

Nothing new to me, being a bottom while black. I was once told "what a waste of black dick," among other things. And I might be a little guilty of the misogyny thing, admittedly, but I'm gay because I enjoy the feel and fill of a MAN, and for all the times I've been ignored or fucked with just for being black, I think it's fair for me to politely reject the fem twink with painted nails that assumed I was a top for reasons I can't possibly imagine 🤷🏾‍♂️ My area has a growing crowd of "straight men," transgendered, and cross dressers who can all be incredibly rude when approached by a gay man on a gay app. Between that, my own habits, and the usual BS, finding some dick to juice me up has been way more of a hassle than it needs to be... Also, hello; I'm new here and tend to lurk but I guess I'm feeling some type of way (other than horny) 😅

It was around the six month mark that Tim finally took me upstairs at a house party, drunkenly told me he loved me, and pulled me down onto his fat, raw dick for the first time. Honestly, he was a pretty amazing fuck back then, and that first night bare he took me so hard I could barely walk without leaking cum the next day. We took a trip to the clinic, and once we both got a clean slate (phew) he was all over me. It seemed like trust and love sent his sex drive through the roof because that boy would want to fuck any and everywhere, including some places that nearly got us into trouble. What I’m saying is that, as six months turned into a year, I’d found myself in a caring, stable relationship with a wild, exciting sex life. I should have been content. Instead I started… devolving. I’d continued seeing Aiden/Rob and Craig when I could, but they were far away and my time to travel was limited. There’d been a couple more odd fumbles with people at the uni, but nothing wild. I had, however, made friends with a small group of guys around my age (with one fag hag naturally) that were my own thing; I’d go out with them to the local gay bar/club without Tim or my straight friends, and it was with this group I really started to go off the rails. Trigger warnings for people getting drugged (one of them being me) in this one. So the original, core of this little group were me, a guy called David I’d met online, and his friend and defender the sweet but mental Elise. He was 20, tall, and beautiful in a 90’s tv heartthrob kinda way, but I, a very mature 19 by now, wasn’t really interested in him. Y’see, David was sweet, and David was nice, and David enjoyed hanging with me, but David was always chronically shy, and, if I’m honest, kinda dull sometimes. But still, I liked hanging with him, and seeing guys flock to him wherever we went was kinda fun. We were good friends for quite awhile, before, and even after, what we both referred to as "The Incident". The Incident started on a Friday out at our local gay club. It always got pretty packed in there, being a big student city and all, and tonight was no different. Now I didn’t drink alcohol very much at this point, being both poor and kinda afraid of drunk me. David, on the other hand, enjoyed a cocktail, and would get pretty drunk on out nights out, after which I’d normally be the one to safely walk him home and pit him in his bed. This time he’d ordered a massive, strong, super-sour cocktail from the bar and was having trouble finishing it, and after he offered me a sip I told him I’d help him with it, because I’m actually incapable of turning down anything sour. So we stood at the bar, chatting, taking sips, having a dance, saying hi to people we knew, and just generally enjoying our night. Once the drink was gone there were a couple more songs before closing time, so we headed out to the dance floor to finish the night on a high. Ooh and a high it was. The dancing felt great, the music sounded great, and we were making out with anyone who wanted it. But by the time we staggered outside we were completely gone, and I don’t remember anything of what must’ve been an hour or more getting home. When I come to, I’m in my single bed, butt-naked, big-spooning an equally naked David. My head is super cloudy, but my dick is rock hard, and pressing against David’s juicy butt. I’m kinda hesitant about moving; part of me knows this is my friend that I’m not even that into, and that I have no idea how we ended up like this, while the other part of me is baying for blood. I settle for nuzzling into the back of his neck and trying to ignore my dick, at which point he must have come to as well, because he starts to gently move his butt against my raging boner. Well that was all the waving red flag the beast in me needed, and I wrap one arm around him and pull him towards me. I coat two of my fingers on the other hand with spit, and without us saying a word to each other I move to finger his warm, tight hole. The dawn light is peaking through the window enough for us to see, and I lean up so I can look at him properly while my fingers work their magic; he really is rather handsome, eyes closed as he gently moans, back arching his lean, hairy body, and whatever is in the driving seat instead of me knows that I’m going to have this guy right now. It’s at this point that David finally turns to me, and even in the dim light his eyes look like saucers. We just keep staring at each other as he reaches up a hand to spit on it, before moving it slowly down to my throbbing cock. Whatever’s got a hold of me, it makes his warm, wet hand closing around my dick feel like fireworks going off on my skin: I’m literally tingling all over as he rubs his spit over my head and shaft, and my fingers dig even deeper into him, forcing out a long moan as they hit his spot. Even the sounds he’s making are giving me pleasurable shivers now, and I pull my fingers out to run my hand over his beautiful ass and muscular thighs. He takes that opportunity to guide the head of my dick to his warm, waiting hole, and we both gasp as my thick head wetly pops inside him. We pause here; we can feel something is awkward and weird and wrong here, but we’re both wide-eyed and completely dazed, and so, so fucking horny. My whole body feels electric as my hand gently pulls on his hip, sliding him back onto me so very slowly. He groans once I’m fully inside him, and we stay like that for some time, looking at each other before I start to gently move my hips into him. It’s that moment when I foggily remember that I’ve never taken anyone but my boyfriend to this bed, where my housemates and friends are all only a few thin walls away. The panicked thought awakens a sudden urgency in me, and I move David around until I’m on top of him, his long legs up on my shoulders, and thrust my whole length into him. He cries out for me to go slow and I ssh him, and that’s the only time we speak to each other for the whole encounter. We don’t even kiss, it seems too intimate, so we just look into each other’s eyes as I bend him in half and rail him with an energy I shouldn’t have had at that hour. The rhythm stays intense and the sound of my balls slapping against his butt cheeks and my headboard banging against the wall is only interrupted by the grunts and moans coming from the two of us. Suddenly, I feel his hands tighten their grip on my arms, and looking down I see him cumming over his hairy chest without having even touched his cock. Without asking I hold him down for a few thrusts more before unloading what feels like a gallon of jizz inside him. We collapse next to each other, whatever possessed us seems to evaporate, and seconds later we’re fast asleep. The wake up the next morning was… awkward. He tells me he’s never been fucked like that, or even fucked bare before, and he doesn’t know what came over him, and I can only apologize for ruining his ass and filling him up, saying I’d felt really strange too, like I’d been super drunk which seemed impossible on half a cocktail. It stayed awkward for a few weeks until a friend told us how someone had tried to spike their drink at the same club we’d, and the puzzle clicked into place. We met up for lunch, and hashed things out, and agreed that wouldn’t make a report or tell anyone, which in hindsight was a terrible thing to do, but at the time was a utter relief that I wouldn’t have to tell Tim about everything. David and I stayed friends for years, and even though we occasionally joked about that night we never repeated it. However, David wasn’t the only one in that friend group that brought me spiraling towards trouble… Thanks again for reading, see you next time (I hope). And always, comments, questions, and feedback are totally welcome, I love the attention 😂

I am 100% addicted to cock and cum, and, if given the option, I would always choose BBC over anything else. I don't know that I'm truly addicted to black cock specifically, I just absolutely LOVE it and prefer it over anything else.

Fact—my husband's thick ~8" cock with its massive flared head was the only one I've ever taken, from my virginity until his tragic death in a ski accident. He popped my second hole almost daily through slow, intimate lovemaking, unlocking intense pleasure with no long-term issues. We made love in missionary nearly every day: bodies close, eyes locked, deep kisses. He entered slowly, stretching me warmly, then glided deeper. With a gentle push, his head slipped through the bend in one electric snap—sudden profound fullness flooded my core, prostate throbbing, warm waves making me tremble and leak. Slow thrusts built rolling anal orgasms far more intense than any ejaculatory ones I'd had before. I clung tight, moaning into his mouth as pleasure overwhelmed me—cum just dripped from my soft cock because the anal ecstasy was so powerful it shut down erection entirely. Pure connected bliss as he unloaded deep, warmth spreading. After, my hole tightened fully—no looseness, no problems. Daily loving depth heightened the ecstasy without harm. It didn't make me impotent; I could still cum (hands-free from anal alone), but anal orgasms became my preferred, more shattering release. The "second hole" is real, pleasurable, and harmless when consensual and gradual. Myth: deep fucking ruins you. Fact: it unlocked deeper, superior pleasure for me. 🍆❤️💦

I have sucked a few thousand cocks and have a regular group of feeders that keep me with a mouthful of cock and cum almost every day. Usually suck a couple new cocks per month not including bathhouse visits, which ups that number dramatically. Not sure of the exact number, but shooting for about a thousand per year. I’m on pace so far…..yum!

I want to fuck my son someday.

01/18/2026 Went to Chicago Steamworks and found a cute bottom on the fuck bench next to the sling room. I apparently was the first guy in him and was afraid he wouldn't be able to take my pierced cock, but manage to force it in him. Drew a group and swapped out with other tops as we used this boys hole. I'd return during my visit to eat his delicious hole and fuck him some more. I ended up in the sling room where a guy fisted my hole and fucked my loose hole till I had to cum. Left Steamworks to get some pizza, and then ended up at Cell Block while I waited for a friend to get to boystown. A cute guy sits down next to me in the back dark room as we watch his husband get molested by 2 other guys. The guy and I chit chat and eventually he asks to make out with me and remakes at how cute I am. We kiss and we rub our cocks together as our tongues swap between our mouths. He tells me he really wants to put a load in me which was all I needed to hear. We move to the nook as I place my hands against the wall presenting my hole for him. His cock rubs on my hole and begins to push inside me as i lean forward to take it all in me. I look back to see a few guys drinking and watching the show. I wasnt sure if I was bred as my tops cock began going limp and slides out of me, but as we relax and are chatting with each other I feel a drizzle of his load go down the back of my leg. His load was huge and my hole wasn't able to keep it all inside. I had to leave and meet my friend at North End, but I was very satisfied with my sunday fun.

------------ Marcus ------------ -- Getting to discover my Son -- As we left the dinner table, I went to my room. I went to the batchroom, brushed my teeth and went back to the guesst room. A sI closed the door, I drop my clothes ion my bag and get Under the sheets. Then I hear noises in the main bedroom. Well I told to myself, they are noisy at it. I could hear Shawn moan. Hearing Eric, a man my age, fucking my Son seems to excite me. Welll this is surely combine to the fact I have fuck a real pussy in months now… I started stroking my hardon, while hearing them fuck. And god knows how verbal they were. Until I hear my son begging to get pregnant, begging to be bred. This through me over the edge and I shot my wad on my chest. Tired from the day and flight, I could not even think about the fact I had jerked off hearing and thinking about my son being bred. I woke up my dick hard and leaking. Day light is already there, but I am still in hte night fog of last dream. Few bit I collected frightens me… I was Fucking Shawn while Eric was doing me… And yet, I was hard and wet… My lust took control and my hand went down to stroke frenetically until I came again all over me. With the post nut Clarity, I was ashamed… I heard no noise from the bathroom. I opened the door, and as the opposite was open I concluded that there was no one in the flat. I sliped into the shower to remove my fresh an dried cum and reflect. As I poored water, I hear my Son apologizing entering the room. I did not see him. As he told me he was going to prepare breakfast. I finished rincing my body, hoping that would also rince my nasty thoughts… As I joined Shawn in the living where two cofee cups were poured, I decided I will ask him about his sex life, especially as I noticed the wet spot on his boxer on his ass As he asked how I slept, in a way, he facilitated the disucssion. I pointed out they were Noisy, leaving apart my excitement. Feeling bold, I joked about his pregnancy. While developping the subject, he admits that he is hix positive, or 'poz' as he said, and so is Eric. I feel even more ashamed, and yet he seems more than ok. "You look frightened, Dad, but do not be. I am alright. More than that actually. I am feeling free". "Free ? but what about your health ?" "Let me worry about this. This is my life now. I am tested regularly. For now, it is good and if I need to be on meds I will be." "Wait! You are no having any drug?" "No. I enjoy the moment this way. Plus it hads some thrills. Some guys actually want it. So they get it." "Wowow, easy Son. First you are telling me you sleeping with other guys than Eric, and that you are breeding htem despite you status?" "To your last question, yes. They even beg for it. You heard me beg for Eric' yesterday, did you not ?. As per fooling around, well yes. Solo or with Eric. We have our fun." I was speechless… It seemed reckless to me… and yet, it seems to arouse me… which troubled me even more… "Sorry Shawn, but this is beyond my league…" "Well, this also occurs between straight… I mean the non-monogamous Relationship and the pozzing fucks" I look at him amused… So confident… he changed… for the better I hope. I suggested we get a run in the park. He accepted. We got ready and we ran along the park streets. As we were about the opposite side, I had to pee. He showed me the way to the nearest toilets, not the cleanest though. I walk to the stall, got my dick out and let the flow. Shawn positioned next to me and looked at me. "Sorry, also had to pee" he said with a smile. He looked at my cock. "Well, likely the first time I see i think. I think I owe you my pack" "You prick… You eyed your old-man now ?? Well you are well endowed as well…" I replied mi-embarassed, mi-amused. I pack my cock back in my short. "I wait for you outside." As I walk out, I see a stud coming with a noticeable bulge in a short - why do I notice this… Shawn should have finished by now, and yet the new joiner came before him five minutes after he came in. Only then I see Shawn coming out. "Well you took your time Son!" "I take every Opportunity to take my time, Dad" he replied, nodding to the guy who just exited. "Wait… you had sex with him right here, right now" "Hmhm…" "But he is a complete stranger" "Yeah... more fun that way then" he said as he resumed his run I catch him up and could not help but asking "and did he also fuck and cum in you ?" "Of course" "Fuck.. you actually became a slut Son" was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Before I could say sorry, he fiercly replied "and a proud one!" ------------ Shawn ------------- ---- Exposing myself to Dad ---- As I were running in the park, Dad told me he needed to pee. I led him to pulic toilet, which is also known to be as a cruising spot. He got to the stall, and I was aroused by the discussion we had. I was next to him empty my bladder. I eye over the fence and see his cock, and he noticed it. As I suggest I know why I am well endowed my self, he finished and wait for me outside. At tha moment a stud in his fourties entered and took his place. I glanced obviously at his pack and my mouth was wattering see a big fat cock with low hanging balls. "Like what you see boy ? wanna see it closer? " he asked while turning to me. I nodded and dropped to my knee. I just swallowed his head and tart sucking his stiffening shaft. "Fuck, you are good at it, man!" I went shortly and as he was full erect, his dick was around 8.5 inches by 5 girth. I stood up, turned my back ot him and bent over. "Breed me, daddy!" "Oh I will!" Without further preparation, he put his mushroom head on my crack and pushed opening me. He inserted until I could feel his balls again my ass in one slow but steady thrust. "Fuck, you have a nice cunt. I will not last long. I haven't fuck in days…" As he said, he rock his hip back and forth making me moaning on his assault. True to his words, two minutes after, I could feel his cockhead expanding deep in me. In one last thrust he started shooting "Fuck man, take my strain!!". He withdrew and left without saying another word. I put my short back on and went outside, seeing dad waiting for me. "Well you took your time Son!" "I take every Opportunity to take my time, Dad" I replied with a lusty smile. "Wait… you had sex with him right here, right now" I nodded. "But he is a complete stranger" "Yeah... more fun that way then" I said as I resumed the run. I saw this conversation was not over. He further asked "and did he also fuck and cum in you ?" "Of course" I added. I heard him saying bluntly "Fuck.. you actually became a slut Son" . On the defensive I just replied "and a proud one!" and went on my run. As he came back at my level, I could see some remorse. "Sorry Son, that is not what I wanted to say…" "Well, yes Dad, that is waht you wanted to say, and you said it. But it is not an issue. I am a slut craving for cum. That is a fact. A very clean Professional the day, and a cumpig the night - and also on my days off to be honest" I admitted. Well given what he called me, just let chock me at maximum… I could see he was a bit disapointted, to himself or in me or both I do not know… but we did not chat until we came back up to the flat. "Again sorry Son for what I said. I am just worried for you. That is what parents do." he said. "No harm done Dad! Well hearing it from you hurt me a bit honestly, but in the end you spoke the Truth, even if you did not know it." I said while pourring water for both of us. I gave him a glass of water. "You can hist the shower first". "Okay. Gonna take it now then." he drank his glass and went showering. As i eared through the opened doors the water pouring, I heard the entrance door opening and saw Eric back in. "Hi Babe, back early my client cancelled on last minute while I was boarding tte plane… So just came back to have some time the two of you". He said. "Your dad is not here ?" "Hi Daddy! well good to have you for my day off then!" I said with lusty smile. I removed my short revealing my bare ass and stiffening cock. "Dad is showing, as we back from our run. I have some time to relieve you from this useless trip to the airport" I said as I approach, unzipped his fly. I turned by my back to him, bent over and guided his cock to my hole. "You are wet there son! Did you had some fun while running with your dad?" "Yes I did. In a toilet stale, I was bred by a passing by Runner." "You are such a slut" I turned a bit to kiss him and just pushed back on his now full hard cock. As he started to fuck me hard, I saw his gaze to to the corridor. I turn by back to him and saw my dad. Still in his running short, bare chest and jaw dropped starring at us. -------------- Eric -------------- ------- Teasing Marcus -------- I was annoyed, I was waiting in the line to board my plane, I got noticed by my client that he needed to postpone our meeting. As I had the full day planned for him, I callled my assistant and told her I would beneift to take my day off. On the way to the taxis, It stopped by the restrooms. I went to an urinal, and started peeing. A twink, not much older than Shawn, came by next to me. As he unpack and let his Stream go, I could see him glance my cock. I make some movement stroking it. As it stiffens, I could see him glancing more. "Like what you see son ?" "Huh, sorry, Sir. "Oh dont be shy. If like what you see, there is no shame on that." I said, turning a bit to him to offer a better a view, as my cock was semi erected and already a decent size. "Fuck, I have never seen a prick that big." he said "It is not at his biggest now. You can touch it if you want." I could see he was hesitating. "Come with me" I said taking his hand without packing and leading him to closing stall. I made him sit, my dick now pointing at his face. "You can touch it now!" I said, not as a permission but more as an rder. He took his right hand and put it. I felt his heat. I made som movements with my hips so his hand stroke my shaft which was now full mast. "Have you ever taste a penis before ?". He shook his head. I push my hips further so my cockhead rested on his lips. I made slight movements, my cock starting oozing precums, until he decided open his mouth. I push a little. "Good, Watch your teeth and twirl you tongue on it" i ordered. I went pushing a bt further with my hips. I could see he was concentrating to not use his teeth, but yet excited as touching himself with his left hand. I decided to take this to the ext level. "Stand up, Son. Show me your prick". He stood and put his pant down his anckle. I kneeled and sucked him. I could hear him moaning. Surely he never had such a blowjob before. As I understood he was close to cum, I stopped and make him turn over and bent over. I put my face between his chick. Not the freshest ass, but tight as hell. As I inserted my tongu down there, I could here moan. I alternated between tongue and fingers to lube him. I could hear him wince a bit becasue of my three fingers ramming into him. I stoop up, and I positioned my leaking dick on his hole. I just rocked my hips around his loosened hole so my precum lube a bit more the next stage. "Wait, Sir. I have never done this before." "Oh... well there is first time for every thing, son. Let me give you a ride. That might hurt a bit first though". I said while starting pushing my cock on him. He was tight and despite the preparation, I keep pushing. "Relax son. Push out on me." I said while putting hand on his mouth - to cancel his moans to visitors i whispered him. Doing as told and with me pushing I could feel his ass leting me in. I heard him whincing through my hand. "Shh that is alight. The hardest is through." I said, pushin slowly the rest of my shaft until I was ball's deep. I waited a few moment for he to accoutumate the intrusion. As I felt him pushing back a little on me, I started to thrust in and back slowly. I feld his hand on my cock… "Fuck, should you not wear a condom ?". "Well it is a bit late for this, son I am all in and leaking in you." I replied taking his hand off and accelerating my movements. I could feel him pushing back on me and moaning… "I am about to breed you son. Do you like the feeling of my dick in your ass" "Hum yes Sir, please keep hitting that spot" he said as I went frenetical. "Fuck, son, take my seed!" I said while unleashing jet after jet within his guts. I felt him contracting his ass on my cock and saw him paintain the stale tiles. I withdrew from him and pack by my prick in my pants. He did the same, with a sort of post-nut shame on his face. "Hoe you enjoyed my gift to you!" I said leaving him alone in the restroom. I took my cab and went back home. As I entered the flat I could see Shawn looking out the window at the park, in his running wears. "Hi Babe, back early my client cancelled on last minute while I was boarding tte plane… So just came back to have some time the two of you". I said. "Your dad is not here ?" "Hi Daddy! well good to have you for my day off then!" He said with lusty smile, getting naked and excited. "Dad is showing, as we back from our run. I have some time to relieve you from this useless trip to the airport". With no other words, he unzipped my fly, turned his back to me and put my cock not yet hard on his hole. I could feel the moisture there… That Fucking little slut also had some fun. "You are wet there son! Did you had some fun while running with your dad?" "Yes I did. In a toilet stale, I was bred by a passing by Runner." "You are such a slut" I added. He turned his head to kiss me while pushing his ass back on my now hard cock. I put my hand on Shawn's hips and slammed in him good. I raised my eyes to the corridor and I saw Marcus standing there, with nothing on but his running short. Shawn stopped kissing me and look in the same direction. I did not let him time to react and just fuck him good in front of his dad. Marcus was just standing there his mouth opened in shock apparently. But not only… I could see his short tenting. "You like that Son ?!?" I asked Shawn slapping his bare ass "Oh yes!" "Yes, who?" I replied with a msirk slapping his ass again "Yes, Daddy" Shawn was completly lost in his lust. Marcus shown was now wet where his cockhead seemed to be. "Fuck Son, I will breed you goog. Would you like that ?" "oh yes Daddy" "Yeah ? Would you like your father seeing you bred like a slut?" "Yes daddy… I am a slut" I just lock my self as deep as I could get and let my climax go "Fuck, take my poz babies deep, Son". Shawn came hard with jet splashing the floor. Marcus who had not moved for a bit during our act went back to his room. I told to myself that his Dad stay might might have some more promises to it.

we started jerking off together and then oral. It took some time before I was even able to take him inside me.

My dad’s long passed now, but I used to have sex regularly with my dad. He was divorced, so we carried on like any couple. I loved having sex with the man, and just was always all over him. I weirdly thought that he’d one day “realized” what he was doing (fucking his son), so it made me throw myself on him all the more. Obsessed on keeping him sexually satisfied

this story is a go to when i need to get off, so thank you.

Part 2 　 I awoke Saturday morning nicely refreshed from a good nights sleep. It was a nice day, so I decided to sit outside on the porch and drink my morning coffee. As I was sitting there enjoying the wonderful sun, I heard the door of the otherside of the duplex open. I turned to look over there and Hank and Tom walked out, also drinking coffee. When they saw me, they both waved and went down the steps and came over to my side. I asked them to have a seat. We all sat around for a while then drinking coffee and chatting, again, about nothing in particular. Then Hank told me, "I guess you know now that I am gay and so is Tom?" I told him I had kind of guessed it, but did not add that I had heard them last night. Hank asked, "That doesn't change anything with you does it?" I told him it didn't mean a thing to me at all, it was his business. He kind of looked relieved and said, "That is great, so many think badly of it." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "it was no big deal, I was always curious as to why guys and gals were like that, but it really wasn't any of my business to judge." He smiled and thought that was a good way to be and if I had any questions to just ask and he would try to answer them as best as he could. Our talk turned to other things then, the weather, work and so forth, nothing much just passing the time. Then Hank and Tom got up and went back inside Hank's place. I got up and went in to tidy up and do my dishes. Then up to my bedroom to make the bed up and maybe take a shower. I heard noises again and again, I leaned towards the wall to listen. It seemed Hank and Tom were back at it again as I could hear the moans of pleasure again. Both seemed to like a lot of talk during also. Could hear them telling each other how great they felt. Hank telling Tom how great it felt being deep inside him and Tom saying how great it felt having his hole pounded deep and hard.

Part 1. I was being fucking stupid, I knew that from the start. I knew it when I was at home, cleaning myself out and shaving everything below the neck. I knew it when I left and got the train to some place I'd never heard of before. I knew it when I walked up the drive to the address I was given and knocked on the door. And I especially knew it when the door was opened. Standing butt naked, letting me in, was an indian guy, small but with a huge cock, which was already rock solid. The second I was in, it was too late for me to stop being stupid - I was immediately forced to my knees. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it, tasting his skin and precum on my tongue. His cock was just as big as it looked in the pictures. A solid nine inches, thick and brown. He forced it down my throat, gripping my blonde hair tightly, with no regard for any pain he caused me. After a few thrusts, he let go, pulling his cock out and smacking me with it, leaving a splat of my spit and his precum on my face. He led me from the hallway into the next room - I knew not to get off my knees, but to crawl behind him. The room should have been a living room, but if it ever had normal furniture, that had all been stripped out and replaced with a sling, a fucking bench, and table that I couldn’t see the top of, and the contents of which I could only guess at. There was also set up several cameras, positioned so that they wouldn't get in the way of what was to come. There were three people in the room - the 9 inch Indian who had let me in and fucked my throat already, a white skinhead, as naked as the first guy and with a chunky piercing in the tip of his chunky eight inch cock, plus several other piercings throughout his body, and a black guy, fully dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a waistcoat that did little to cover his muscular body. I knew to crawl straight over to this one and kiss both his boots, then wait. No one spoke, and without needing direction, the skinhead went to the table and pulled from behind it an empty backpack. He dropped it next to me, and I knew I was allowed to stand, though only briefly, to strip down to my jock, putting my shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and what little possessions I brought with me all in the bag. The skinhead took it away again, and flung it unceremoniously through an open door on the other side of the room, behind the sling. Then he and the Indian converged on me. The Indians dick slipped between my exposed buttcheeks, grinding against my hole, still slick from my spit. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his body fully pressed against mine. The skinhead, meanwhile, stood in front of me, between me and the leather clad man. He took my nipples between his fingers and started twisting them harshly as he forced his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. A metal stud on his tongue smacked against my teeth as it slivered in, filling my mouth almost as much as the cock had earlier. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his cock hardening against me, the ring going through it rubbing against my now bulging jock pouch. Behind me, the Indian started kissing and biting my neck, sinking his teeth in deep. I pushed my ass out against his cock, I wanted him to fuck me right now, though I knew he wouldn't. They were only trying to see if I’d lose my nerve and beg them to let me leave, but there was no chance of that. Sure enough, with a snap of fingers behind the skinhead, both bodies suddenly separated from mine, so quickly that I nearly fell over, having not noticed that I had been using them to support myself. I immediately sank to my knees again, and looked up at the ringleader. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me across the room. Still holding my hair, he made me look into a full length mirror behind the fucking bench. I'd always been skinny, and my pale, hairless body looked smaller than ever in comparison to the bulking black monster that held me so firmly. The skinhead and Indian had begun kissing and wanking each others dicks while they waited for the leather Daddy to do his thing. "Say it." He said. He didn't shout, and yet the command was barked with harsh force. "I'm a stupid whore, Sir." I answered, not breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. I knew every word of what I had to say off by heart. I knew it was all being recorded too. "And why are you a stupid whore?" He asked, tightening his grip in my curly blonde hair, making me wince, but not stumble from the plan. "Because I came here tonight." I answered. "What's going to happen to you here?" "You're going to pump me full of drugs." I answered. "Then you're going to fuck me and pump me full of your cum." At this point, his other hand came round and gripped my throat. I could feel his leather covered cock pressing into my back. "And you want that?" I answered yes and he asked "Why?" "Because I want your toxic loads." I answered, and he demanded 'why' again. "Because I'm fucking stupid, but my boyfriend is stupider. He cheated on me, so I'm going to become a poz fucker and convert him too!" I didn't break eye contact the entire time. And with that, no more words were said. Pulling me by my throat, he dragged me back across to the other two, where they took it in turns to ram their cocks down my throat. Meanwhile, I could only hear the leather Daddy as he did something near the box and drug board. It didn't take long before both guys were going all the way down to the hilt in my throat. My nose buried into the hair of the Indian - I'd never taken anything in me that big before. My pathetic boyfriends cock wasn't even six inches, and barely tickled the back off my throat. I struggled and gagged around it, and he showed no sign of caring about my difficulty, gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth. When the skinhead took over, his dick might not have gone down as far, but the P.A. scratching inside me made it all the more difficult to take. He forced it down even harder than the Indian. Behind me, I heard boots approach once more. He dropped several things down, then grabbed my hips and pulled, making me stick my ass out as far as it would go without stopping me from reaching the cocks I was serving. I felt something on my back - he was writing on my shoulders with a pen, though I was too distracted by my work to follow it in my mind and work out what he wrote. After that, he moved lower down and wrote something else, that took longer, then I felt him draw an arrow on each of my ass cheeks, pointing to my hole. After that, they all moved together, like a planned attack. I was pulled to my feet, with the Skinhead wrapping his arms around me and holding me still, while the Indian held out my arm. The leather Daddy wrapped a strap around my arm and pulled it tight. It was over in a flash. Needle in, injected, out, strap off. With that, my head, my whole body suddenly burst with sensation. I coughed as I was shoved back to my knees, and a cock filled my mouth again. I didn't even know who's at first, though the piercing soon tipped me off. I didn't need any help to force myself down to the base this time - I swallowed it with a greedy hunger. At the same time, I felt a probing in my ass, and immediately thrust my hips out to meet it. The Indians tongue pushed straight into my waiting hole, where I felt it wiggle and squirm, shoving itself in and out and in again. I moaned around the skinheads cock as I got tongue fucked. This went on for a while, till the Indian guy stopped and repositioned himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. The cock in my throat was pulled out so quickly, i worried for a moment that the piercing might cut something. All fear was quickly erased though, as a strange mask was forced over my nose and mouth. I breathed in deeply without even thinking - it smelled heavily of some chemical, and I knew I'd smelt it before in gay bars. It was poppers, and my already airy head was swimming after a few breaths, but the Indian held it on even still. I pushed my ass out against his cock again, moaning into the mask. I felt his spare hand slip between us and, with the precision of a pro, he lined up his cock with my hole. Still wet and desperate to be filled, my ass barely put up a fight, and the nine inches of cock shoved straight down till I could feel his pubes and his balls slap against me. I moaned, loudly, into the poppers mask. My virginity, which I could never convince my completely bottom boyfriend to take, despite his promises, was shattered in an instant. The Mask was dropped from my face as the Indian wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies were touching as much as they could, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he started pounding my hole. He had mounted me like a dog, and panted like one in my ear, occasionally kissing or biting or sucking on my neck. Meanwhile, the skinhead circled around us like a predatory animal, growling encouragements to his friend, or insults to me. "Fuck that little cunt!" He said. "Fill that hole - he'll never want it empty again." I was practically being fucked into the floor at this point, but the skinhead knelt down in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, all without disturbing the pounding the Indian was giving my ass at all. He waved his cock in my face, smacking it against my cheeks and knocking the piercing against my lips. "See this?" He asked me. "You know what I'm going to do once he's done? I'm going to ram this right up your fucking cunt, and fuck you so fucking hard that you'll get all torn up inside. Our cum and our bug will go right into your blood. You're not walking away from this without it. No fucking chance!" And with that, he forced his cock down my throat and started fucking it. His words had got me so hot, I could feel my cock beneath me, rock hard, despite being crushed by my weight and the force of the Indian fucking me. It had slipped from my jock, and I was leaking precum - the only neg cum in the room, I thought, and that made me even harder. The Indian was obviously encouraged by what he heard too, as the speed and the force of his fucking picked up. He started moaning louder and louder, and each thrust seemed to slam down harder and harder. The whole time, the skinhead had been running his hands through my hair, half stroking, half pulling as he fucked my mouth. Finally, with a mighty howl, the Indian shoved his cock deep into my ass, his body convulsed, and I could feel his hot load blow up into me. Shot after shot blasting up, coating the insides of my ass completely. It felt like more cum than I'd ever seen one person produce before, and as his orgasm subsided, he started fucking his load into me again. Both cocks left me at the same time, the one in my ass now softer than the one in my throat. In my haze, I didn’t even see the Indian disappear from the room, he just seemed to vanish. The skinhead didn’t, and instead pulled me to my feet and forced me across the room, towards the fucking bench. He slammed me over it, grabbing both my arms and pinning them to my back with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair once more and yanked, pulling my head and holding it in a position so that I had to stare at the mirror in front of us. I noticed then that we were the only ones in the room - the black leather daddy had slipped out at some point. The skinhead needed no help to get his cock lined up with my hole, and rammed his pierced dick straight into the cum filled hole, making me moan and close my eyes. With a jerk of his hand in my hair, he half-yelled at me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, faggot!” He growled, shaking my head and fucking my ass hard. “You’re going to watch me convert your fucking ass, got it?!” I nodded as best I could, and I didn’t break eye contact with his reflection again. He didn’t take long, but I felt each and every thrust into me. With every few thrusts of his hips, he’d change how he fucked me. First he forced himself in as deep as he could and kept it there, moving only slightly as he bucked and grinded into my hole. After that, he pulled out completely, and repeatedly stabbed all the way back down to the hilt before pulling all the way out again, spearing me multiple times - the piercing making itself known with each and every penetration. I could tell he was getting close when he began fucking me properly, not pulling out but making me feel the full length of his eight inches as he pounded into my ass. The whole while, he kept talking. “Stupid fucker!” He said. “No fucking clue what you’re doing to yourself! This viral load is going to knock you right the fuck up! Better be ready for it! Are you fucking ready for it?!” He demanded to know. I yelled out. “Ah fuck yeah! I want your load in me! I want to be a poz Fucker like you!” My words obviously got him going, as with a wordless shout, he slammed deep into my ass and released his load. It went on just as long as the first load I took, and he began fucking it into me as well, though he went on longer than the Indian had, pounding my ass. I could feel the slickness in there, and some of the cum dribbled out of my ass and down my balls, which hung underneath, smacking into the fucking bench whenever the skinhead slammed back in. Finally, the skinhead pulled out. He let go of my hair, but not my arms. Once his cock was free, I felt him shove several fingers in instead, and I could feel his nails digging into the walls of my ass. “Gonna make fucking sure!” He said and, sure enough, when he pulled out his fingers and showed them to me in the reflection, I could see some blood mixed in with the cum. With that, he let go of me, and once again forgetting to support my own weight, I slid off the side of the bench, falling into a pile on the floor.