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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER 5: BUSTIN’ LOADS IN BOSTON The presentation went well, Dr Matthew was well-practiced at delivering his speech, the attendees didn’t suspect a thing, he thought confidently to himself. Afterwards, his fellow medical professionals came up to him with congratulations and kudos. Professionally, he felt fulfilled. After all, nothing in his talk was contrary to what he believed as a doctor or what he tells his patients now – there are ways to avoid contracting HIV and he is an advocate for prevention – IF that is what his patient desires. Was it that last qualifier about patient desires that he sneaked into his speech at this last minute, perhaps delivering a small window of doubt for some attendees? Dr. Matthew didn’t think so, and he collected his check for his speaking fee from the organizers and dialed Solomon’s number for a ride to Logan Airport. Stepping outside, he now saw it was snowing heavily, after just being fairly mild in temperature in the morning, a cold front moved in and Dr. Matthew hoped his plane back to LA would not be delayed. Of course, Matthew was hoping Solomon had time to stop the car in his favorite Boston alleyway and plant some more toxic AIDS-seed deep up Matthew’s guts. Since arriving in Boston 3 days ago, Matthew had been gifted with Solomon’s special seed 6 times, whenever their schedules made it possible. Matthew knew enough to know that a few hot fucks in the back of an Uber, or in his hotel room, probably weren’t sufficient for conversion, but his aim now was to take every unmedicated HIV load available, and Dr. Matthew’s tight little body and smooth butt were inviting targets for insemination by poz predators like Solomon, proud pozfather of 25 already. The six loads of HIV the hot African man blasted into his guts brought Matthew’s known poz intake to 140 loads, and he was hellbent on getting one more for the road. He was lost in this fantasy daydream as Solomon’s car pulled up to the event center. The tall Nigerian Uber driver leapt out and they hugged tightly and then he placed Matthew’s suitcase in the trunk. Matthew was just about to get into the back seat when a voice from the event center entrance called out his name: “Dr. Hill, are you off to the airport? My ride got cancelled for some reason, do you mind if we share a ride?” It was Dr. Mitchell Greene from New York, a colleague in the world of HIV-medicine, a steadfast promoter of safe sexual encounters, Dr. Greene had teamed up with a gay podcaster to be a regular guest on his show and offer advice to neg and poz guys alike. It is here that Matthew, being the caring individual he is, immediately thought not of himself but of a colleague needing his assistance, and he called back to Dr. Greene, “Of course, Mitch, you’re welcome to share!” And as soon as he heard himself saying that, he had twinges of regret, for now this was just a ride to the airport, and not a ride on Solomon’s huge poz-toxic member. But what was done was done, and Matthew accepted it, knowing he was due to start regular HIV inseminations from Randy back home in LA. Dr. Greene handed Solomon his bag and as Solomon turned to share a regretful look over at Dr. Matthew about this unplanned guest, Dr. Greene reached up to close the hatchback of Solomon’s RAV4, and as he did, his polo shirt rode up just enough to reveal a furry stomach and a biohazard tattoo! Spying this, Dr. Matthew tried to keep his cool, for he didn’t know if the tat meant Dr. Greene was toxic or on meds. Plenty of his patients immortalize their HIV with a bio-tat, or a scorpion, or a radioactive symbol, but then go on meds. Dr. Greene could be one of those. Settled in the back of the RAV4, Dr. Matthew initiates a chat with his colleague: “So, what did you think of my presentation, Mitch?” “Oh, it was great, Matthew. I really liked the section about guys resisting peer pressure and staying on PrEP for their safety. So much of gay culture and porn has shifted towards gift-giving, we should be advocates for our patients to resist that.” “If that’s what they want,” they both said at the same time, eliciting laughs. “Dr Matthew sensed an opening, and his slight change in tone also perked up Solomon in the drivers’ seat: “What if that’s not what they want, Mitch. How do you deal with that?” “I tell them to get it out of their system. I think you know as well as I do that once the idea of poz gains a foothold in a guy’s mind, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.” “Unless you succumb to it,” added the curious doctor, hoping to elicit agreement. “Oh, I succumbed years ago,’ Dr Greene replied, lifting his shirt and displaying his bio-tat on one side and a scorpion on the other. “I commemorated them here,” pointing to the poz ink. “Nice scorpion, Mitch,” Matthew answered, reaching out and tracing it with his hand. “Does it still sting?” “It never stopped stinging. I’ve been poz 10 years and never any meds. I take good care of myself and I know what to look for if that starts to change. Until then, I’m not inhibiting my gift, as long as so many hot chasers want it…like you, I think. Am I right, Matthew?” With that, Mitch took Matthew’s hand and thrust it in his crotch, Matthew feeling the poz cock as it expanded against the fabric of Mitch’s jeans. Mitch had Matthew’s number, that’s for sure. And Solomon, from the driver’s seat adjusted his rearview mirror and also adjusted the growing poz snake in his pants, unzipping them and freeing it so it can rise to full mast in all its poz glory. “Boys, shall we find a place to exchange some HIV?”, Solomon asked from the front seat. I would love to get one more dirty load into Matthew before the airport. I know a place,” to which Mitch and Matthew just grunted assent, for they were locked in a deep poz-neg kiss with Matthew’s hand down Mitch’s trousers and Mitch reaching for Matthew’s negative hole. A few minutes later, Solomon pulls up to an airport-adjacent motor lodge. “This place is discreet. A lot of guys hold their cumdump sessions here since the motel staff looks the other way,” Parking the car and telling them to stay there, Solomon darts into the motel office and a minute or two later he emerges with a room key – this place hasn’t gotten around to keycards yet. He gets back in a pulls his car around the back. “The clerk is a buddy of mine, very poz…he’s giving us the room for free if we let him breed you, Matthew. I told him you didn’t have a say in the matter…he’ll be over shortly. Solomon opens the dumpy motel room door and Matthew is led over to the bed, Mitch pulling down the young doctor’s trousers and pushing him down hard on the lumpy mattress…Quite a comedown from the 5-star hotel in which Dr. Matthew was staying in downtown Boston, but the poz hunger had taken over inside him and in no time he was presenting his still-neg hole for Mitch’s hard HIV pole. The second doctor drove it deep inside his younger colleague, not stopping when Matthew yelped a bit and bit the pillow. “When you poz up, you’ll understand, Matthew,” the more senior physician told him as he thrust his poz cock deeply in and out of the young doctor’s hole. “You just can’t stop thinking about breeding and gifting and passing it on.” Dr. Mitch railed on Matthew’s neg hole a few more minutes, all the while his copious pre-cum led an HIV advance team on the young doctor’s insides, finally erupting with multiple shots of infected cum deep up the doc’s hole. Not stopping to let Matthew recover a bit, Mitch pulls his dripping member out and high-fives the waiting, jerking Solomon, tag-team style, and in no time at all, the massive AIDS-weapon of the Nigerian Uber driver takes the doctor’s place. Solomon is pile-driving it deep up Matthew’s mancunt, now coated with 10 shots of Mitch’s AIDS and soon to receive a new batch brewing up in Solomon’s heavy, heaving balls that slap against the doctor’s butt with every drive up Dr. Matthew’s pussy. Matthew turns to look back just long enough to see a new man, he supposes it’s the motel clerk, rail-thin, wasted, and jerking his engorged cock, waiting his turn up inside him to penetrate him with more viral jizz. Solomon at last begins to shudder and shake and violently erupts his unmedicated poison up inside Matthew, who feels about 12 spurts of HIV deep in his guts. Solomon, being the pro that he is, and in one motion, flips Matthew on top of him. Now Solomon is on his back on the sleazy motel bed with his pole still buried up Matthew’s ass, gobs of toxic cum oozing from the doctor’s cunt. He motions for the motel clerk to join him in a double-fuck of the young doctor and the dude, about 65 years of age, wastes no time and joins Solomon with his own AIDS-cock up the young doctor’s blown-out pussy. In quick time, they match their strokes, Solomon and the seedy clerk alternating their pistoning as Matthew’s own cock wildly helicopters around, pre-cum flying everywhere. The men inside Matthew both reach their pinnacle, Solomon’s second load announced with a guttural growl and a string of words Matthew doesn’t understand, while the motel clerk just deeply grunts with every spray up Matthew’s ass of his toxic cum. Mitch, watching this scene, and ready with another brew of AIDS-cum for the young doctor, moves in as the motel clerk withdraws and Mitch blows his second load deep inside his young colleague, still also impaled on Solomon’s member. “Hey, guys,” Mitch announces once his dripping pole is back in his pants, “I’ve got a flight to catch,” The three men disengage; the motel clerk having left once he loaded up Matthew. “OK, boys, let’s get you to your planes,” Solomon announces. At the airport, among the falling snowflakes, there was a short yet emotional scene with Matthew and Solomon as the young doctor thanked the Uber driver for loading him up so many times. By his count, he got 8 loads of HIV-riddled cum from Solomon, and 2 more from his professional colleague, infectious disease specialist and disease carrier Dr. Mitchell Greene. And a bonus one from the older, wasting motel clerk. Dr Greene back on his flight to NYC, and Matthew on his to LA, texted a few times, Matthew just expressing his thanks and sharing his poz load count since his chase had begun 3 short months previous. “With you, Solomon and that motel clerk, I’m up to 145 loads, and I’ve never felt more alive or sure about anything!” “Yep, that’s how it gets you, buddy,” Greene wrote back. At your rate, you’ll surely get there…Just glad to be of some help!” Matthew settled in to sleep for the rest of the flight, reclining in his lay-flat seat and soaking up the viral loads from the three men. As he drifted off, he traced his chasing journey all the way back to college listening to Ric and Mateo in the dorm showers. His own journey was taking some time, that much he knew, but also knew he would get there. For up next was the poz father to over 20 men, the infamous member of The Ten, Randy…and Matthew could hardly wait. END OF CHAPTER 5

Thank you for the nice comments. Again sorry for typos and grammar. Enjoy. I took my PEP today on my way to work as usual. It was 11pm. Do I go to the ABS now? Why not? I got dressed. I put on jeans t-shirt and a baseball cap. I drove to the ABS and was familar with the area as this is the part of town where the Professor is planning the field trip. I stayed in the car as I was nervous. What am I doing here? I am really going to let total strangers fuck me? R- If you are nervous and not sure what to do, listen to your body. Crap how did he know. I decided to go in. I walked in and saw the clerk behind the counter. He was an older guy thin about 55 years old. He looked at me. "You 18. I need ID" he asked "Yes" and handed him my college ID I handed him a $20 and he gave me $1. "Have fun" he said smiling It was cold as if the AC was on high. It also had that cleaner sperm smell. I walked through the hallway. I found an empty booth and closed the door. I put in my dollar and the video came on. A girl was getting fucked. She was pretty hot and then she turned over and it was a shemale, and she was hung. Wow, sexy I thought. I went to the menu. There was straight, gay, bi and trans. I paused. Who was I kidding, I clicked gay. The movie came on with a young guy and an older guy who was buff but had a belly and was hairy and he had a beard. As I started to take out my cock someone opened my door. Crap I didn't lock it. I guy came in. He was handsome, early 40's. He pulled out his cock and asked me to suck him off. So I did. As I was sucking him off I noticed a wedding ring. After a few minutes he moaned and tensed and shot cum in my mouth. I quickly swallowed. Once done he pulled out of my mouth zipped up and left. As if the next guy was waiting another guy came in. A little older guy this time and medium build. He pulled out his hard cock which was nice about 7 inches and thick. He told me he wanted to fuck me. "You negative?" he asked "yes" I replied "Good I am neg and I don't want to get anything from you. You sure you are negative a slut like you taking cock in here" he said "Yes I am on PEP and this is my first time here" I said "Ohhh fresh meat. Bend over bitch" he said bending me over and placing his cock at my hole. Then he pushed in. "Ohh fuck your so tight and wet" he said as he started to fuck me. I pushed back onto his cock. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes. It was good better than the dildo but not like Rick. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled as he came in me. After he pulled out he made me clean him off (not that he needed to, I luv it now) and he zipped up and left. One more guy followed him and it was similar except he wore a condom. He said he didnt want to take chances. As he stuck his cock in it rubbed hard against my side. It didnt feel as good as a bare cock. He was a good size too 8 inches and thick too but it felt like a tube rather than a cock in me. I still got horny and when he hit my prostate it felt good but not as good as a bare cock. After 5 minutes he I could feel him spasm and cum. He pulled out took off the condom and gave it to me. "Here you go faggot" he said as he left. It was full of cum so I ate it. My legs were sore so I locked the door and sat back. I rubbed my cock which was semi hard. The I heard someone next door. He stuck his cock through a hole of the wall. It was a good size. "You clean" he asked " Yes" I replied "Suck it then" he said I got on my knees and sucked his cock thru the wall. After about 5 minutes he pulled out of the wall and knocked on my door. He came in and pulled his cock back out of his pants. It was a nice 8" which was difficult to tell thru the hole. I turned around and offered him my ass. "You sure you negative? I dont want to catch anything from a slut like you" he said I told him I was negative and on PEP. Then he started to fuck me. He fucked me, ramming into me. It felt good but it wasn't great like Rick. There was something missing. He finally shot his huge load in me. I cleaned him off with my mouth and he left. Another one with a wedding ring on. I sat back down and then was getting ready to leave. Then someone knocked at the door. I opened it and an old man came in. Early 60's thin but fit. He pulled out his cock. It was a ok size maybe 7" and medium girth. I bent over and he bent down and started to eat my ass. "Ohhhhhh yes" I moaned as I pushed back to his mouth. He ate me for about a minute was it felt so good. He fingered my and felt his fingernail scrape me. I winced but as he ate me I got over it. Then he put his cock at me entrance and slowly entered me. He slowly started to fuck me. He had a really good stroke. It was like he was rubbing my insides and pushing in me. While he wasn't huge the way he fucked me it felt deep. His rhythm and pumping motion was hitting my prostate and inside a certain way. It felt good and was the best of the night. He fucked me good for 10 minutes playing with my nipples. "Fuck your pussy is so tight and wet" he said I moaned "Your a hot little slut. You take a bunch of cum tonight whore? He said pumping into me "Yes" I said moaning and pushing back into him "Yeah you are a nasty dirty slut taking all these loads" he said "Daddys whore arent you" he said I didnt reply. He pulled out of me. "Say it if you want my cock back in you whore" he said "Yes I am Daddy's whore. Please stick your cock back in me" I begged "Yeah what a whore. Fuck your a gorgeous slut. I bet you were popular tonight" he said sticking his cock back in me I moaned and pushed back on him. "Fuck its like your pussy is eating my cock....ohhh damn you feel so good." he kept fucking me and picked up his pace My cock was hard and leaking now. The first time of the night. The way he was fucking me and using me felt so good. Even his smell was hot. He kept up his pace then I felt him tighten up and spasm. My cock was hard and on the verge. He was hitting me in all the right spots. "Here you go bitch, take my POZ load, I am going to knock you up whore" he said. I felt him shoot hot spurt after spurt of his cum. Those words tripped something in my brain and hit me deep. I started to shoot my cum my body spasming from inside. "Ohhh shit your pussy is coming around my cock. Its squeezing my cock bitch" he moaned and started to hard fuck me again. He hard fucked me for another minute. I kept moaning and my cock kept leaking cum from it. As he calmed down he finally pulled out. I immediatlye turned aroudn and dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. I could see and taste a little blood along with my ass juice and cum. "Ohh yeah what a good whore. You've been trained well" he said After cleaning his cock. I stood up and he kissed me deeply. I was shocked but kissed back. "Fuck boy I want to take you home and lock you to my bed and fuck you all day and night" he said smiling "I think you would like that" he said "Oh thank you but no" I said soflty "you sure bitch" he said as he wrapped his hand around my hard cock. I moaned and melted as he stroked me. Then he let go and stuck his fingers in my ass. I moaned even more and started to breath heavily again. "Yeah look at you. Your pussy needs cock. It needs POZ cock. Dont it" he said "I dont know." I repleid "You cum like you just did with any of those other guys you fucked you like a whore tonight" he said I nodded no. "Yeah a boy like you needs POZ cock. You need a real gay poz top man to satisfy you right? Your pussy is grabbing my fingers just from me talking to you" he said My eyes were partially closed as he was massaging my insides it felt so good. The suddenly he pulled his fingers out and into my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean. "You are a good slut. You don't even need to be told." he said "Here is my number if you want to be satisfied and treated like the whore you are" he said passing me a paper with his name and number on it. He tucked in his cock and left. I sat back down stunned, aroused and confused.

I got into work. The Professor, the secretary and one other student hire was there. I did my work and finished my shift. Leaving I felt the Professor look me over as I left. As I was walking down the hallway I felt the back of my leg being wet. I wiped it and smelled it. I realized it was Rick's cum leaking out of my ass. I walked right into the next bathroom and went into a stall. The back lower area almost between my legs were wet. I licked my fingers and yes it was his cum. I got toilet paper and wiped my ass. Then I used it to wipe my shorts. Luckily it was a dark grey but you could still see it if you looked closely. I got it mostly dried out and then left. I went to my classes and finished the day. I picked up a burger and fries and went home. As I ate and drank a beer, the house was kid of quiet without Rick. I watched some TV and then fell asleep. I woke up on the couch, turned off the TV and went into my bedroom. On my pillow was some clothes. They weren't mine so I picked them up. And then it hit me the smell. It was Rick's undershirt and his underwear. Both were well worn and had his scent. I inhaled them and started to get aroused. I texted him and thanked him for leaving his clothes. R- I thought you would like it. I had to leave you something to remember me. D- How could I forget you. I miss you already. R- You horny arent you. D- How could I not be smelling you. R-Jack off for me I pulled down my underwear and started to jack off then put his shirt on my face to smell him. Next I stuck two fingers in me. They felt good. D- Jacking off and fingering myself. R- Good boy. How does it feel? D- Ok, but I miss your cock. R- Yeah you miss Daddy's cock? D- Yes fucking me, stretching me, and filling me R- and? D- And your cum. This morning walking to class you were leaking out of me. I had to clean my shorts R- LOL R- Id fuck you right now if I were there D- I wish you were I need cock bad R- Yeah your pussy all wet and needs a cock to fill it? D- yes R- Yes what? D- Yes my pussy is all wet with your cum and I need cock to fill it R- Go to the drawer next to my bed. You will find a dildo and lube. I want you to fuck yourself with it and think of me. Take a video and send It to me. Now. I rushed to the drawer and lube. There were other things like a brown bottle and some bands and other stuff I didnt recognize. I got back to the room, set up my phone to take a video and lubed up the dildo and stuck it in. The dildo wasn't that large. Maybe 5 inches and not that thick but it was better than my fingers. I started to work the dildo in me and fuck myself hard. I used my other hand to jack off. After a few minutes I shot my load all over my stomach. I cleaned it up with my fingers and licked myself clean. I turned off my camera and emailed the video to him. D- Sent Daddy A minute later R- Good boy. How did that feel? D- It felt good better than my fingers but not as good as your cock. R- Yeah nothing is as good as that. You want more? D- Yes Daddy. More what? R- Cock D- Yes but you are on a trip. R- You trust me right? D- Yes Daddy. R- You have come a long way and clearly you need cock in your pussy. Am I right? I paused D- Yes I do R- Are you still on PEP? D- Yes R- Good D- ? R- It is always your choice and I am fine either way on your decision. For these next few days that I am gone, you need to keep taking your PEP. Ok? D- Yes Daddy R- Promise me you will take it everyday and text me when you do. Ok? D- I promise and I will R- Good. Now here is what I want to suggest. Have you ever been to an Adult Book Store? D- You mean the ones that have porn in the booth and you pay in the booth? R- Yes D- Yes I have a few times in high school R- You horny boy you;) R- I want you to go there and let any guy fuck you. D- You sure? I was taken aback by the idea. Letting random strangers fuck me. D- Is this safe? R- That is why you take the PEP. That made sense. R- You said the dildo doesnt satisfy you right? D- yes R- that it doesnt feel as good as a cock right? D-yes R- and tha you want a cock in your pussy right? D-yes R-Good then tonight or tomorrow got to the ABS on the other side of town and have your fill of cock. And then report back to me ok. R- And don't forget to take your PEP. Ok? D-Ok Daddy R- Goodnight my beautiful Dan and go and enjoy yourself. Listen to your body.

I woke up the next morning and took a shower. As I finished Rick came in to use the bathroom. His cock hard. As he peed I came out and dried off. "You enjoy last night" he asked I paused and wanted to be honest. "Yes you really fucked that kid. How old was he? 18? I said "Yes I did. Yes he is 18. He turns 19 next week. I even checked his ID" Rick said "You go back to your room and jack off last night and think of me and the kid fucking" Rick asked "Yes" I said "He still here" I asked "No I kicked out after I fucked him" he said As Rick finished peeing his cock still hard, I walked over and dropped to my knees and took his meat into my mouth. "Ohhh yeah boy. You want Daddy's cock don't you" he said pushing his meat into my mouth. I nodded. "You wish that was you last night" he added I nodded "Your pussy twitch while you were watching me fuck him" Rick continued I nodded, I didnt know that is what that ws last night. I sucked him harder and picked up my pace. "Let's take this to the bedroom" he said I stood up grabbed his hand and walked to his bedroom. I jumped on his bed and opened my legs to him. He stood that away from the bed. "No baby on the couch" he said "Why fuck me here please like you did the other two guys" I said "No baby, I only fuck guys who want to be converted or are not on PEP or PREP on there. My bed is special place " he said Those words took the wind out of my sail. "Its okay baby I still want you." he said his hand reaching out I followed him to the couch. I felt rejected and not worthy. He started to kiss me and I kisssed back. He pushed me back on the couch lifted my legs and started to eat my hole out. I moaned and forgot the rejection and pushed back on his mouth and tongue. After eating me out, he took his hard pole and thrust it in me in one hard push. I yelled out in pain. "Stop yelling, you know you wanted this" he said fucking me "Ohhh yes Daddy" I moaned back as I got used to his hard meat. "Watching me impregnant other guys gets you off don't it. You like watching me POZ other boys like you?" he said thrusting in me I was moaning, and trying to hold on to a clear thought. Yes I enjoyed it but not sure why they wanted HIV but they looked so needing it, wanting it. "Answer me boy. Makes your pussy throb and wet don't it me impregnating other boys, tell me" he said pounding me and just wrecking my prostate. I was leaking precum all over and in ecstasy. It was hard to think straight. "Yes Yes, they are so lucky to have your cum in them and get pregnant. Yes my pussy throbbed when I watched you fucking Daniel last night" I moaned "Yeah I knew it. You wish you were him huh. You have a pussy or ass" he continued ravaging my hole He kept it up I couldnt think straight. "Yes I wish it was me and yes I have a pussy not an ass, a pussy. Please fuck me, cum in me" I yelled out moaning With that Rick started to speed up and in a few strokes he started to cum in me. I felt him shoot 5-6 hot loads in me. I couldn't help myself and felt my ass spasm and shoot load after load on Rick and me. He stayed in me still pushing his cum deep in me and rubbing my prostate. I just lay there moaning in bliss. We kissed and held each other. I leaned in and smelled his armpit. He pushed my face in and I just inhaled. He smelled so intoxicating and his cock buried in me and our kisses. I felt good again. He pulled out and we lay next to each other holding and kissing "What did he mean by your DNA in him. Why did he want that" I asked "Like I said the last time we talked about this. My DNA and virus's DNA which is mine will be in him forever. It was be a part of him. He will be impregnated with my DNA and it will be my mark on him. " Rick said while slipping two fingers in me. I let out a moan. "It will enter your pussy then your blood stream and take hold. My DNA would be a part of you and your will get impregnated with my seed, my DNA. " he said fingering me. My cock was hard again. "See your body wants it look at your cock. I could also feel your pussy spasm around my fingers while we were just talking" he said He was right I could feel my ass spasm as we were talking about it. I am so confused. He pulled out his fingers and stuck in my mouth then kissed me. He stood up and started to pull out a suitcase. "I gotta get ready to go into work for a little while then I am going on a work trip. I will be gone 4-5 days. Sorry for the last minute notice but can you watch the house while I am gone." He said "Sure. Ill miss you." I said. After I was worried if it was too clingy. "Ill miss you too babe" he said. I looked at the clock it was 7:10am "Crap I gotta get in to the office too." I said. I kissed him, he kissed me back and grabbed my ass and I moaned into our kiss. "Sorry I gotta get going" Rick said I went to my bedroom got dressed and headed into work.

So, I didn’t expect this, but I had sex in Tampere (Finnland) all the three nights I spent there. I arrived on Sunday and I already posted about that kinky night. Although today I arrived back at the hotel dead tired I was horny again. Fortuna likes me sometimes. After I just started jerking off, I received a message on Grindr. Are you in this hotel? Horny? The guy wasn’t extra but was in the same hotel only 5 stairs far from me. I was in his room in 10 minutes and after he sucked for a while I fucked him fast and dumped my load in his hole. I let the best to the end. Already in the first night we started to talk with this guy. He was so hot. Do you remember the Wrigleywill cumdump? He looked like him but was a bit more handsome. A real Finnish guy. Moreover he had an amazing muscular body, hot tattoos, big fat firm ass, and tight but easily open hole. So I visited him, ate his ass, fucked him many times and also dildo fucked him. He had three amazing assgasm. Finally I went on his ass.

When my uncle went on deployment, I was 20 and looking for trouble. My cousin, or his step-son (a few years older and effortlessly charming) became my partner in crime. I was his permanent designated driver, steering us through nights of drinking and back-road shenanigans. But the real action happened when the engine cut off. In the quiet, alcohol-soaked haze of the early mornings, the "pal" act would drop. He’d get needy and aggressive in the passenger seat or back at his place, and I was more than happy to oblige swallowing his loads. We’d spend the night tangled together, only to wake up and play it perfectly cool the next morning like nothing had ever touched us. My aunt would make us breakfast or we'd go about our business. Everything changed when my uncle finally touched down. He came back with a feral, high-testosterone energy like a dog in heat, constantly on the prowl. I could feel his eyes on me from the moment he walked through the door, tracking me with a heavy, unspoken intent. One night, the house was quiet. My cousin had headed out on an errand, leaving me alone with my uncle while he sat back getting stoned. The air was thick with smoke and a sudden, sharp electricity. He didn't waste time with small talk. He just leaned back, exposed himself, and gave me a look that wasn't a question... it was an order. "Slobber on it," he muttered through a cloud of smoke. I dropped to my knees, the thrill of the [banned word] hitting me harder than the contact. I worked on him while he watched me, totally unfazed, until he’d had enough. He pulled me up, took exactly what he wanted with a rough, focused intensity, popping open my boy hole then slapped my butt and told me to wash up with a dismissive smirk. The "shenanigans" of the summer had officially leveled up.

To the OP, I've been tossing this one around in my mind occasionally - There are any number of attributes that could fit the bill, and a warm smile, guile-less eye to eye contact, some body-hair is nice, but the #1 thing that I find most attractive - compelling, even - is a guy that simply loves hard, raw cock, and displays his love of wanton group sex easily, guiltlessly, proudly and openly. I'll gladly get in line for a guy like that.

Yeah, like most things the "opening" date keeps being pushed back. I was in PS for Pride in early November, and they were saying at the end of February. Now it's sometime in the Spring. I guess it opens, when it opens. Highly unlikely they will allow open sex, that's what got the old Barracks shut down by the CA ABC. CA is liberal, but not that liberal! But you can always go to Club 541...HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!🧑‍🦰🕳️🍆💦🔥😈🐽😋

Dean pulls off my cock and kisses me. Our tongues wrestling animalisticly against one another while adding another finger into my already wrecked hole. I involuntarily moan and he adds another. Fuckkkk my ass was so full. The bed begins to rock and the daddy fucking the otter is grunting and starts jackhammering away into his hole. The otter becomes verbal, fuck my ass, fucking breed me, poz me, use me, and daddy begins to unload pushing his cock into the cumdump. Dean comments, “good boy” while he pulls out of me and places his arm around the otter pulling him closer as they begin making out. Daddy pulls his fist out of me without warning. I feel this pop and my hole is empty yet ravenous. I flip over and am now standing behind Dean. I pull his polo up and over his head revealing a muscled hairy chest. I run my hand down his chest kissing the nape of his neck. Fuck he’s got thick nips too nestled between tufts of brown fur. I venture lower letting my hands roam over his bulge and unzip his fly to fish out his cock. I knew this man was hot, but I had so idea he packed a solid 9 inches of uncut cock and 2 fat balls. I slowly start jacking him and feel him pushing back into me. It hits me I’m jacking off and grinding my cock against my married straight client. Fuck, these are lines I’d previously never crossed. A moral debate begins to rage within me. I am doing the right thing, what’s going to happen, how is this going to impact me. Dean asks if there are any more darts. The otter says and I fucking quote, “yeah uncle Dean, you know I always pack one for you.” It was both the t and g and I anxiously begin asking if they’re really related. How’d it start, who know’s, when’s it start… Dean pulls back from the otter and looks me dean in the eyes and tells me, “Yes, this is my nephew”. He found his dad in his rightful position between my legs, being the cocksucker he was born to be. I’ll answer the rest of your questions soon.” And with that pulled off his nephew the otter and me then begins stripping. I can now totally see the resemblance the square jaws, the piercing hazel eyes, thick chest full of brown fur, Dean had the longer thicker cock while the other thinner but still a solid 8 inches. The otter pulls off daddy and walks towards Dean and drops to his knees swallowing his cock to the root. The boy has been trained and trained well. He’s milking Dean’s dick like his life depended on it. The two Daddy’s and I stare in owe of all this. Dean comments that he brought some fun friends by the way of two portable slings, blindfolds, straps, harnesses, dildo’s, plugs, and a funnel. He was obviously no stranger to partying and any remaining anxiety I had melted in that moment. The daddy’s and I dressed to help Dean Carrey everything in while the nephew / otter stayed behind to get some rigs ready, and 20 minutes later everything was set and ready. The daddy’s asked how we wanted to do this. Dean suggested his nephew and I get into a sling. We positioned them so we be next to one another, each took a shot of G and climbed in. The daddy lifted my feet into the straps and my strapped my left arm above my head and my right arm over my chest. Dean and the two daddy’s take their G. Dean walks over to me rig in hand looking me in the eye and asks me, “what do you want”? I ask him to slam me and fucking wreck my cunt. He replies, “I’ve wanted to knock you up since the day I meet you. You’re mine now slampig”. I feel the familiar swipe of an alcohol pad and a gentle pinch, register and he and the other daddy begin counting down 3…… 2….. 1….. and both the nephew / otter and I blast off. This hit me like a ton of bricks, a metallic taste in my mouth, my ears suddenly begin to ring, my eyes bouncing everywhere, this flush heat deep within my core enveloping me, I begin to violently cough and my hole is on fucking fire. I hear the nephew coughing just as violently as I am, and soon joined by the daddy’s. I look up into Dean’s eyes as he pushes that magic liquid into his veins begin to cough followed by bellowing a deep guttural’ “Fuck Yes” as he pushes the length of his cock into my hungry hole and leans over and spits into my mouth. He leans down and we kiss animalisticly while he’s jackhammering away at my hole. I feel every inch of his dick as he slides past my second sphincter. Fuck this man is buried so deep in my guts. My cock is shriveled up but I don’t care, I’m just a fucking hole right now. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. The nephew / otter and I begin a cacophony of grunts, moans, fuck yea, use me, breed me, fucking use me hard, fuck me, make it yours. One of the daddy’s walks over to me presenting me with his cock. He lowers the head rest and he’s fucking my mouth. I’m so fucking high right now, I feel I’ve arrived. The daddy and Dean start long dicking my ass and mouth, and I begin to feel their cock swell. Their tempos matched perfectly in and out, in and out, daddy begins to cum pushing deep into my throat while Dean’s buried so fucking deep inside me and begins seeding my hole. The otter screams fucking use us as the other daddy cums. Each of us catching our breath as the G starts swirling in. The nephew / otter asks to get out of the sling walks over to me drops to his knees and swallows his uncles cock to the root cleaning him up. He then focuses on my hole, his tongue working its way inside trying to eat all that cum from my freshly fucked hole. His beard feels fucking amazing against my hole. He’s lapping and slurping to get all that cum. I look over and find Dean on his hands and knees while one of the daddy’s is eating his perfect beefy hairy ass. I reach down pulling the nephew / otter deeper into me. After getting his fill he stands and kisses me. We begin swapping that load back and forth. Dean grunts yeah fuck me and we both look over to find him getting dicked by one of the daddy’s. Their nephew / otter lets me down from the sling and we each find one another asses. Soon we’re fisting one another while the nephew / otter starts making out with Dean. His paw working its way deeper into my wrecked fuck hole and mine into his. We’re fisting each other in complete unison. Sensing we each needed a break we separate and I find myself under Dean sucking his cock while he’s getting fucked. The weight on the bed shifts and Dean is sucking his nephews cock to full hardness. I continue my assault on Deans cock he’s hard again and fucking my throat using the daddy’s cum for lube. The nephew suggests a position change encouraging me to sit on Deans dick, I disengage and feel the bed shifting as daddy pulls out of Dean the nephew / otter moving. Dean moves to the side of the bed and I stattle him lowering myself onto him. My ass feel like it’s made of pure electricity as he descends deeper and deeper. I’m pushed forward, Dean takes my face and buries it into hit armpit, I feel someone behind me. He’s pushing his dick into me. My hole is stretching and I feel every inch of him slowly sliding into me until he bottoms out.

Thanks for this, it helps when someone understands and also I do like being called a pig among other names. Haha

So guys, last fall / few months ago I booked a holiday to Maspalomas, Gran Canaria. This is my travel story as it happens. Fri 26 Dec, arrival. After a flight from the other side of Europe I felt tired as hell. However, after a few drinks at the hotel's pool bar I decided what the hell, it's a Friday evening after all and I should give it a try. I had promised myself to get sleep early, but soon I found myself at Yumbo. After walking a bit I suddenly saw Tom's sign. Is this a mark from above? 😄 I decided to give it a shot and had a beer. There were daddy type men smoking and drinking. After I had finished my beer I went in to the bathroom and cruising area. Two men immediatelly followed. After walking till the far end of the labyrinth I turner around and saw these men had followed me. ...No words needed, they grabbed my butt and opened my jeans. The othwer swallowed my now fast hardening dick while the other fingered my hole and wanted to kiss. However, I was not ready to cum yet, so I asked not suck me any more. The sucker understood well, but asked me to come the Reds later if I wanted serious fun. Meanwhile the other man had lubed my hole and asked me to bend over. He put a condom on and started to fuck. And oh man it felt good! After a while I however got bored and left the place - well he hadn't come so I didn't bother to wait longer - and left the place. As I walked I saw the sign of Noxon. I had a beer at their terrace but didn't wanna pay entrance. It was 18 euros since it was a piss night. And since piss and scat isn't my piece of cace, I had a chat with some Finnish men and finished my beer and returned to Tom's. Meanwhile the place had totally exploded and was packed. I managed to get a pint and sat down. After some 20 mins. I had finished my beer and went again to the cruising area. This time it was crowded and full of mature meat so to speak. I was stopped by a group of daddies who just put their hands in my pants and took my jeans down. They bent me over and while a man put a cock in my mouth another forced his hard unlubed big stick up my bum. I simply couldn't take it quite long coz it hurt as hell, so I decided it's time call it a night and leave the place. Sat 27, a new day. After a good long sleep I woke up and felt great. I spent six hours by the pool. Reading a good book, having drinks and listening to some drunk British lads talking about soccer. However, I had decided this is the night a try the Factory out. In the late evening I finally got there. I felt anxious, but as soon as I got in I discovered what a grand hell mouth it was! Men after men naked or almost naked, many finishing drinks or smoking outside. I had barely got my clothes off when the first man touched my ass. I managed to get rid of him when I told I need a beer first. It was true after all. After finishing my beer I took a tour. I found out downstairs was the place of action. I had another beer and smoked and finally got back downstairs and went in the crowd. I soon discovered many guys were really picky. Turning down nice offers. However, I am more slutty than many of these queens. After a few hands touching my crack, balls and ass, kissing here and there, I went to see what happens in a room where the fuck bed is. There were four bottoms asses up in the air waiting to be fucked and guys jerking and watching. Suddenly a dom daddy appeared from nowhere and pushed me down and forced his cock in my mouth. He deep fucked and did dirty talk and didn't let me go before he shot his nice load in my mouth. Meanwhile behind my back tension had risen. I stood up and turned to see all bottoms rough fucked. And condoms were nowhere to be seen! I stood and watched and jerked some 15 mins., but then a nice Spaniard in his 30s asked me to suck his nice prick. He also sucked mine. Soon he stood up and told he wants to fuck my ass. So on the fuck bed I went! There were already three other bottoms getting fucked, but they made room for me. My fucker pushed his dick in me and started his task. In and out, in and out, and balls hitting my buttocks as I lay there on my hands and knees. The bottom on my right side asked if I wanted poppers. Of course I did! He made me take 4 hits. The bottom on my left side wanted it as well, and after his hits he took a hold of my hand and we made out while our holes were taken care of. My fucker suddenly tensed and pulled out, and before I could get up, another cock was pushed in my ass hole. The new fucker had already lubed his member and started to force fuck my hole. Poppers was again offered to me, which I appreciated a lot. This new fuck took some time, but I liked every minute of it. Fuck noises, music, sweat and smell of poppers, naked bodies and my butt fucked. It was Heaven! Soon I realized I hadn't seen that the second fucker had left and a third dude was already sliding his cock in and out of my lubed hole. I started to ask what is it, but the bottom on my right gave me more of his strong poppers and just told me to enjoy serious ass fucking. After all we were all men and on the same business. Soon my fucker took his cock out and a new man stood behind me. I didn't even have time to see his face, but man his cock was big! It hurt so much I couldn't do nothing but scream. I tried to pull out of the situation, but someone pushed me back onto his cock and told me just take the cock. My new fucker, a bull, told the bottom on my right to give me much more poppers. These new hits made the pain go away and I started to enjoy the fuck. Soon I heard the man give a grunt and tense. I knew he had shot his load. I rested a bit and stood up. I couldn't stand wery well, coz all the poppers given me and the fuck position made my legs shaky. Some time later I had another beer and had a smoke. I fingered my hole, and surprisinly found out it was totally closed. Not even sore. I got back downstairs to see what's going on, and soon an elderly Irish man came and told me I gave good show earlier, bu he had seen my balls were still full. I admitted I had 8 days load. His eyes started to shine! And boy he gave me a good blowjob! About half an hour later, I was already at the hotel. I hadn't felt any of the guys come in me, but I saw sperm flowing out my hole now. I pushed it out as much as I could before hitting the bed. After all it was 3am. Well. This was my Saturday. Next day, which is yesterday, I stayed at the hotel and went to the gym. Today I was about to spend my day at the pool. In the afternoon I however took a bus to Las Palmas. There I went to sauna Portugal. It is a tiny sauna with limited spaces to play around. All clients seemed to be locals, mixed group of twinks and bears and daddies. I ended up sucking three guys. First shot his load in my mouth in the narrow steamroom passage, second guy, a young man, laid down on a bed at a cabin where I sucked him off. And a third dude, a twink, came when I jerked and sucked him in another cabin. Finally a polite Spaniard man told me he wanted my load, which I of course gave him in his mouth. What tomorrow brings? Let's see. And sorry for my spelling mistakes etc., English isn't my first language. 🙂

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Love a chilled out guy who enjoys connecting. The kind of guy you can spend ages with rolling around, kissing, fucking, feeling happy together, that's a sexy guy. I'll meet with a guy who says the right things about wanting this over a hotter looking guy who doesn't say them. A lot of good sex is in the connection. For totally physical things, I love a hairy guy. I have a hairy vers friend and missionary with him is amazing. It's feeling my dick rubbing between our thick, warm treasure trails as he's fucking me, or feeling his between us as I'm fucking him, it's maximum pleasure for me. And could frot all day with him, everything feels great on my hands and dick with a warm furry man. So yeah, hairy is hot. Nice beard too, love how that feel in my fingers and as we're kissing. A guy that can last a while too. Having my prostate and hole worked feels good, but when we hit 10+ minutes with a guy who's doing it well it goes to a totally new level. Having a prostate orgasm is maybe possible.

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Nope, just "late spring". Drove by there the other day and there's a considerable amount of work left outside, so I can only imagine how much there is to do INSIDE as well. I think they're going to try to maintain some of the feel of the old Barracks, but they want to stay open, so I'm sure things wil be more tame than before. WE'll see. I loved that bar and I used and was used out on that patio quite a bit. I'm hoping for more...

I don't know. This will be my first IBC. I DO know that my sluttier friends that have been, always get their fill of bear cock/cum. I don't know it that's play parties, after hours parties, resorts or what. If it were me, and it was an either/or, i'd wait for April when the weather is nicer as well. I LOVE outdoor sex! There may not be a Cumunion or Bearunion, but CCBC will definitely be busy.

Hey Guys, My first night at the Vault (London) it delivered as you've all said, fucked countless times, and numerous loads. It was wall to wll fucking, a lot more full on the average sauna.

This was about 6 to 8 months ago. First off I'm 61 retired and married for over 40 years. We met a late 20s to mid 30s black guy. At a store we go to every morning. He just moved to the area from Illinois. Hasn't found himself a job or place to live. We paid him for odd jobs around the house. One day I asked him if he found any ladies yet. He informed me that he is gay. After talking for while I found out he's a total top. And at times he enjoys being very dominant. So while my wife was at work. I called him to meet up with me for breakfast. After paying for our breakfast. He made a comment where he could find some guys. I told him I would contact a gay friend. In the meantime I asked him if he was interested in making couple hundred dollars. Of course he said yes. So he followed me home. After talking with him in our den I told him I am bisexual. I wanted him to dominant me sexually I asked him make me suck his cock and fuck me. Also I wanted him to spank my ass really hard no matter how many times i begged him to stop. I wanted him to decide when he wanted to stop.That i would pay him. He said sure, his cock is 10 inches and at least 6 inches thick And OMG he has stamina i sucked his cock for good 15 to 20 minutes. He dump a huge load in my mouth. After about 20 minutes he tied me to the bed face down. Whipping my ass about 50 times hard on my ass, he had me begging for him to stop. Then he start fucking me, at my request for him not to wear a condom. He fucked me good for about 45 minutes shooting off in my ass. It was an amazing experience. Now we meet twice a month and of course I still pay him.

The purpose of this thread is to collect/share measures for those who: 1. Have risky-sex fantasies (e.g. fucking bare without prep, bugchasing, etc.) 2. Don't want the consequences that are associated with an HIV-infection My background on this topic 1. I have had thoughts to fuck bare without prep for a long time. - And I also do not want the consequences. So I have developed measures to successfully encounter my risky sex fantasies. Maybe they do not work for everyone, but it is worth sharing them. 2. For me and others it needs more than the "just go/stay on prep" advice. The roots for our fantasies are much deeper and not everyone can get it. Here is what I do to encounter my risky sex thoughts Measure 1: Accept risky sex thoughts as something natural instead of feeling guilty. Scientific research is very clear about risk: Risk taking was very advantageous for our species through its evolution. In times of scarce ressources, those groups survived who have tried to eat a new fruit/entered some new area or have had sex more risky. And there is a part of our DNA that encodes something about our risky behaviour: The DRD4 Gene. Which can even be different between humans. Of course the evolutionary advantage of our risk-arousal is not valid today. Theworld has changed. But our DNA has not adapted yet. References: Goldstein S., Wired for Risk: The Genetic Roots of Bold Behavior Garcia et al., Associations between dopamine D4 receptor gene variation with both infidelity and sexual promiscuity. Measure 2: Talk with people outside your risky-sex bubble. I can highly recommend to talk about your risky-sex fantasies and fears with a trustworthy person outside your bubble. This can give you a feeling of being accepted and not alone. Of course it is not easy to find one that listens without judging. But you shoud give it a try. They can be your hero that guide you when you get crazy in between arousal and fear. Measure 3: Still allow risky sex fantasies. You can still have risky sex fantasies / roleplays. You can imagine/talk about risky sex but it does not mean that you do it in real life. Many people play with these fantasies in a way that does not have unwanted consequences. Measure 4: Go and stay on Prep. Of course I list this measure. But it can never be the only one. Because if you do not encounter your risky-sex thoughts in other ways, you will probably start "missing some Prep pills from time to time"... For those wo are lucky, the long acting Prep is a better option. Unfortunately: Not available/affordable in many countries. Please feel free to add your measures. You are not alone. If we share what we know, we can help each other 🙂

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Yes it was taken down in 1996... So, nice to know both of you went there and perhaps as norefusal said, maybe the three crossed paths there!!! I probably suck on both of you!!! Or got fucked by you!!!😁

The last piece of Dan's poz puzzle is falling into place--Dan's desire/need to have Rick's DNA in him for a lifetime. Rick's work trip will just solidify this piece into Dan's mind and it will also give Dan time to either dispose of the remaining PeP pills or forgot about them. I am betting he will throw the pills away when he decides that his life going forward is with Rick and to become poz as well. With Rick' s absence, Dan's sex drive with turn toward the professor. The question is: how far will he go with the professor given his feelings toward Rick--as his first gay sex partner, and he already has indicated that he values Rick's opinion and approval. There's one thing that the professor can do for Dan--that is affirm Dan's attraction to men, and specifically older gay men. Looking forward to the next chapter and how Dan navigates his way through his sexuality and his poz journey. Thanks again, @mancocofor some awesome storytelling!

Maybe this is about time Dan samples the Professors prodigious cock, see if it spits venom too. Rethink those PEP tabs too perhaps?

Just an hour ago, I met one of my regular partners. He's bisexual, married, and a 40-year-old active Indian. Since we both don't have possibilty to meet at home, we met in one of the apartments I'm renovating. He was very horny because his wife is sick and they're not having sex, and he had a 10-day load fot me. We arranged to meet at the apartment, and he asked if I could wear a thong because it turns him on. He doesn't have a very big cock and isn't a great fucker, but I enjoy meeting him because he's always very horny on my ass. I opened the door for him, and we went to an empty room. We kissed on a chair for a while. Then I sucked his cock for literally 30 seconds, and he told me to lie down. he put his cock in me and after almost 10 seconds he ejaculated in my ass.

Here is mine:

I'm a fucking retarded faggot bugchaser boi. I'm still so young and tight, but I'm ready as fuck to get pozzed. I need to get knocked up and pregnant with death cum. Nothing makes me nut as much as AIDS. Neg sex is so fucking boring. I need HIV conversions. I'm the son of the devil, and he's calling me to get AIDS!!!

I don't normally suggest outcomes to stories written by others, but on re-reading this one the other day I thought it would be very obvious for the main protagonist to give his PEP to his married friend, and go without himself, thereby solving two dilemmas 🙂 Hope the great author can get back to it sometime - best wishes to him

We got out of the shower and dried off. Rick asked if I was still taking the PEP. I said yes while looking down. "Its okay. Take it for as long as you want. Okay" he said lifting my chin and kissing me. "Okay" I smiled back and kissed him slipping him my tongue. He sucked on it and kissed and pulled back. "Sorry I gotta get into the office" Rick He rushed out in his towel to his bedroom. I stayed in the shower and rinsed off again. I put my finger in my ass and pulled it out and sucked on my fingers. It tasted so good. I can't believe I am enjoying tasting cum and my ass. I finished in the shower, dried off and got ready to get into the office. Another similar day at work. I saw the Professor and we made small talk. More people were in the office so it was difficult to flirt. He was wearing his biker shorts today again but it was a silver one with black lines and seemed a bit more sheer and showed off his cock and the ring in his cock more. Only I saw it as he wanted to talk about the field trip in his office before he changed clothes. He could see me catch a glance. After work I went to my classes. At the end of my class and surprisingly I got a text from Jane. She asked if I wanted to meet for coffee. I said yes. We met at a coffee shop off campus and it was not busy as it was late afternoon. We both got a drink and sat down. "I am sorry Jane for what happened. I was wrong and I hope you will forgive me" I started off "Thank you for that. What the fuck happened" she said "I don't know honestly. Moving in there I wasn't interested in men or hiding it. I wasn't leading a secret life" I said "But it was subtle and he got me feeling things I have never felt before" I said "You never had sex with a man before this in your life or while we were dating" she asked "No. I did a little jack off when I was younger and most boys go thru something life that. But no" I replied "He drug you? I am having a difficult time understanding how you are suddenly gay" she said. I told her I don't know but it was experiences with Rick. It was how he made me feel. Also how he touched my just putting on sun screen. How he showed me about my body and pleasure points and it was things I never felt before. "How did he make me feel, that I didnt?" she asked "I felt safe, beautiful, cared for, not judged" I said soflty looking down She looked mad. "I dont mean you didnt make me feel that way totally but he made me feel it more. I dont know how to explain it" I said "I get that. I know I can be a pain sometimes, and I am sorry for that" "So you are gay now?" she asked I paused "I dont know. I am still working through it but for the moment yes I guess I am" I said "Are you mad that I am or might be" I asked "No dumbshit. Of course not. If you are gay, then thats fine and I am happy for you" she said "That is not why I am mad at you. Whether you are gay or not, you still cheated on me" she said "I know and I am so sorry about cheating on you. I have no excuse" I said sincerely "Ok. I accept your apology. I am still going to be mad at you for a while but I am not fuming" she said smiling "You still have some stuff at my place. You can come by and pick it up" she said "So are you and Rick a couple now" she asked "No not really. I dont know. He is helping me through this" I said "I am sure he is" she said teasing me "What do you mean" I asked in a defensive tone "Look at you and look at him. Your hot Dan and he's an old troll. He's not even handsome and he looks a little sick" she said "He use a condom on you that night?" she asked "No" I said quietly Her eyes opened wide. "WTF are you doing" she said. Jane was a nursing student and worked at the local hospital. "I dont know. I am on PEP" I told her. "It was in the moment. And it felt right" I said looking at her eye to eye "Ok. Well just take care of yourself and stay on the regimen. Don't miss a pill." she said holding my hand "Yes I wont forget" I said "I knew something was up with yo moving in there" she said "What do you mean" I asked "You were acting a little funny, always wanting to go home early and not wanting to fuck me." she said. "And I thought that night I met you after you cleaned the pool and kissed me, I thought I could taste cum on your lips." she said "Did you? She asked "No, I didnt. I was actually my cum. He was giving me a massage near the pool and I was leaking a lot and he had me taste it" I said and told her the rest. "Wow he really knows what he is doing" she said "How so" she said "He seduced you. It's like the first time you and I hung out and the way you touched me and then you fingered me. It sent electricity though me. Thats how you got me. And you hot and your cock is hard. Or at least it used to be" she said laughing "Yeah I guess you are right" I told her We eneded up talking there for over an hour about school, work and life. After we finished we agreed to stay in touch. I picked up dinner and went home. When I got home Rick wasn't home so I ate, had a few beers and went to bed early. It was 10pm.

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

None of my ex gf were even cool about me wanking by myself, so coming out bi would have been a massive deal. A lot of women don't understand male sexuality and a lot of men don't have good words to describe it. So I think most bi guys have low expectations talking about it is going to help and they're probably right. Still, taking risks and things isn't justified by that, but maybe this explains why so many bi guys are not telling anyone about it.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

It feels great. Had someone piss in my ass after he bred me.

I don’t fantasize about it, but it’s a huge turn on when I hear guys say that as I’m being fucked.

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It's a longer chapter! ---------------------------- Part Three: Acceptance My heart started thumping hard as I told Mike my deepest, darkest desire. Would he reject me? Worse yet, laugh in my face? Time felt like it had slowed down until I looked up at his bearded face and watched as what had to be one of the most evil-looking smiles spread across his face. It was at that moment that I knew without a doubt I had hit the figurative jackpot. “Well, fuck….” Mike said, letting his smoke drift out of his mouth in the sexiest way, before reaching down and beginning to rub my hard dick through the pouch of my jockstrap, “I definitely think we can make that happen.” I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as I felt his hand groping my dick and balls. “So, boy,” he said, taking another puff of his pipe, and then blowing the smoke in my face, “You smoke?” “Not really…” I replied, again nervous that this sex god in front of me would laugh in my face or decide it wasn’t worth his time, “I mean I’ve tried to smoke cigarettes while drunk before, and a cigar once… but I didn’t get very far. I was kinda hoping that maybe you’d be willing to teach me and shape me into a smoker.” “Damn,” he said, grinning even larger, “So I essentially got myself a real smoke virgin?” I nodded, not sure how else to answer. He let go of my dick and balls and stepped back. “Well, I suppose I could turn you into a real smoker tonight,” he pondered aloud, “Hell, I’m more than willing to turn you into the twisted little piggy you want to be. But that means you’ll do everything I say, no argument.” Again, I nodded. I was speechless, this man, the smoking sex god of my dreams, not only was going to make me a smoker but also turn me into a full pig. Had I died and gone to heaven? Or was I going to wake up from a wet dream at any moment? “Yes or no, boy,” Mike demanded, taking his pipe out of his mouth and pointing the stem at me sternly, “I need an answer.” “Fuck… um, yes!” I exclaimed, drawing the attention of the other men in the dressing room. “Good answer, pig boy,” he said, walking away. I stood there stupidly for a second. Why was he leaving? Was he just joking? What in the actual fuck? All those thoughts and more raced through my head as he continued walking away. Suddenly, Mike stopped, looking over his shoulder. “You coming or not, fucker,” he asked, taking a massive draw on his pipe before shooting a massive nose jet. I jumped with a start, and after quickly making sure I had my key and had shut my locker, rushed to follow after him, enjoying the smell of his smoke drifting behind him. Soon enough, we were at another set of much larger lockers in a different part of the locker room. I watched as Mike reached into one of the pockets on his vest, procuring a key and opening what I assumed to be his locker. I stood silently as he began taking off his pants, revealing what had to be one of the biggest pierced and uncut cocks I had ever seen. “Like what you see, slut?” Mike asked, grabbing his dick and shaking it at me. “Jesus, your dick is… just wow,” I said, imagining that monster pounding away inside of me, destroying my insides before unloading deep in my guts. Mike let out a soft chuckle, before turning around and setting his pipe in the locker. Behind him, I could see several bottles of poppers, some toys and plugs, and what looked like a few jars of pipe tobacco, several large bowled pipes, a carton of Marlboro Reds, and a small humidor full of cigars. I continued watching as he stripped out of his jacket and hung it in the locker, revealing even more tattoos. Fuck, this man is so fucking sleazy and sexy, I thought to myself, slowly letting my hand drift to my cock. I looked at all the different tattoos, imagining myself getting covered in them as well. “We won’t be having any of that now, boy,” he said, turning around and holding up a stainless steel chastity cage, looking at me touching myself, “I figured we’d keep you nice and horny all night. The only way you’re going to cum is from your ass getting wrecked.” I could only nod, as he continued to rummage around in the locker, grabbing one of those familiar red and white packs. Suddenly, a slightly older, hairy, and slightly overweight but still muscular Hispanic guy walked up, his face covered with a five-o-clock shadow, and smoking a cigarette. He took a quick look at me and then slapped Mike on his back. “Hey, fucker,” he said, a slight Hispanic accent coming through in his deep voice, “ ready for another fuck fest tonight?” Mike laughed, grabbing the guy’s beefy ass and shaking it. “I’m sure you already have a few loads up there already,” he said, before nodding over at me, “This here is Dillon. Dillon, this twisted fucker is Pedro.” I smiled at Pedro, not sure what to say. As I began to look at the tattoo on his stomach, Pedro suddenly walked up to me, Red dangling in his mouth, and in a split second, pulled me into a bear hug, his hand quickly making its way down my back to my asshole. “Damn baby, you’re one cute little fucker, eh,” he asked, slowly massaging my entrance with his rough index finger. I couldn’t lie, it felt amazing. So much so, that I started to moan. “Hey now,” Mike said, slapping away his hand, “This slut is mine. I’m gonna be turning him into the smokey cum pig of his dreams.” With that comment, Mike winked at me, before opening a pack of Reds himself and lighting it up. “Damn,” Pedro replied, quickly releasing me and drawing hard on his Red, “Too bad. Would have loved to sample that tight fuck tunnel.” “Don’t worry, fucker, you’ll get to do more than just sample it later tonight,” Mike replied, slapping his hand on Pedro’s shoulder, “This one wants the full experience.” “Fucking nice,” Pedro laughed, “I’ll definitely save a huge load of my special sauce for that sweet ass.” With that, Pedro walked away, leaving only a cloud of smoke in his wake. “Follow me,” Mike said, snapping me out of my slight fuck haze, and we began walking to the bathroom part of the locker room. — Quickly, we walked up to one of the urinals. “Going to need to get that dick calmed down,” Mike said, showing me the chastity cage as he talked, “Then we can get this on and let the real fun begin.” “Oh, um, how do we do that,” I asked, unsure. “Consider this lesson one, pig,” he said, grabbing my dick and aiming it at my chest, “Try and piss.” Suddenly, it made sense to me. Pissing would make me soft, and thus be able to get the cage on me. And I’d also get to experience piss play in the process. I nodded and slowly began to relax, trying to will myself to start peeing. At first, nothing happened. As time slowly went by I began to get worried that I wouldn’t be able to perform, and that would be the end of the night. But then, I felt Mike grab my balls tightly and squeeze almost to an uncomfortable level. Suddenly I felt my bladder win the battle, and with a force I didn’t even know I had, began spraying myself in the face with a steady stream of hot, yellow piss. “Open that toilet mouth, boy,” Mike commanded, “Get a nice taste of that boy piss so it doesn’t go to waste.” I complied and felt as my piss was quickly aimed at my mouth. Salty and a tiny bit bitter was the first thing to come to mind, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. Not too bad really, something I should have tried sooner. Filling my mouth fill up, I closed my mouth and gulped. I was doing it, I was drinking my own piss. I continued to fill my mouth up, with Mike aiming my slowly softening dick, and then gulp down each mouthful. Soon enough, my bladder was empty, piss barely dripping out of the tip of my now soft dick. In a flash, Mike deftly put the cage on my cock, locking it up almost before I even knew what was happening. It looked rather hot in my mind. My dick was slightly too small for the cage, but not overly uncomfortable. Just enough to remind me it was there. “Good boy,” Mike said, checking out his handiwork before moving his hand up to my stomach, rubbing it, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell you to gulp your piggy piss.” I smiled at his showering of twisted affection, proud of myself for having done what I should on my path to being a total pig. Standing up, Mike pulled me close, wiping a few remaining drops of piss from my face before he took a deep drag on his cigarette. He leaned down and locked lips with me. At first, I didn’t know what to do. Then I felt his tongue licking at my lips. Opened them, and felt as he began to slide his tongue over mine, breathing a lung full of smoke into me. He began pulling away, and I immediately missed his smoky tongue rubbing against mine. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at me. “Hold the smoke in boy,” he said, rubbing his thumb on my nipple. I did what he said, and just when I couldn’t hold it any longer, he continued. “Now blow that smoke in my face, pig.” I did, marveling at how much thick smoke poured out of my mouth and nose. I was doing it. I was really smoking. “Fucking nice,” he exclaimed, pinching my nipple and causing me to moan. I felt my cock began to stir again, only this time it was stopped, held in the metal confines of my cage. “I don’t think we need to go slow,” he continued, pulling out the pack of Reds and getting another in his lips. Pulling out the lit one from his mouth after putting the pack back, he held it up to the unlit one, puffing it quickly to life. He then pulled it out and put it up to my lips. “Open up, boy,” he said, rubbing it on my lips. Part of me was screaming in the back of my mind, saying I should stop. That smoking is such a bad habit. That I could just stop everything and go home. Mike though grabbed my nipple and twisted it hard. I opened my mouth, and let him place it in, before wrapping my lips around the cigarette. “Last time you hesitate, boy,” he growled, releasing his grip on my now throbbing nipple, “Don’t forget, you said you’d do everything I tell you. And in exchange, you’ll become the pig you dream of being.” I nodded, mentally kicking myself for nearly blowing it. “Now boy, I want you to take a mouthful of smoke in and hold it in your mouth,” he said, holding me against him, rubbing my ass gently. I complied, surprised at how much I enjoyed the taste of the smoke filling my mouth. I had no idea why the last time wasn’t nearly as good as this unless the kinkiness of the entire situation was adding to it. “Now open your lips just slightly, and take a breath in,” he continued, grabbing my ass and massaging it, “Don’t let it fall out of your mouth. Once you take in your breath, I want you to hold it and let that smoke saturate your virgin lungs.” I followed his instructions, feeling the slight burn as the harsh smoke flooded my lungs. Holding the smoke in my lungs, I felt the urge to cough slowly disappear, and my dick begin to stiffen even more, now trapped and throbbing almost painfully in the cage. “Now let it out through just your nose. Give Daddy a nice nose jet,” he said, his finger slowly drifting to my asshole. Again, I did exactly as he said, amazed at the amount of smoke billowing out of my nose. “Now keep doing that over and over, pig,” he said, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talked, “I want to see you smoke that whole thing to the butt.” I smiled and nodded, repeating everything he had told me. While we smoked, I felt him slowly working a finger into my tight asshole. Occasionally, he’d motion at me to follow him in removing my smoke, and we’d make out, swapping the smoke back and forth as I felt his rough finger slowly probe deeper into my virgin ass. It was quickly followed by a second, and as he worked them both deeper, his fingernails catching occasionally, causing me to wince slightly each time. “Fuck yeah, smoke that red down while I rough up that sweet boy hole,” he growled in approval, pulling out his fingers only to spit on them and then go back to fingering me. Suddenly, I felt his fingers curl slightly, rubbing up against what I could only guess was my prostate. I instinctively sucked hard on the cigarette, flooding my lungs with smoke. I fought back the urge to cough, grabbing at my caged dick in a futile attempt to relieve myself somehow. “Hold in that lungful, pig,” he muttered, his fingers digging deeper into that magical spot deep inside my ass, “No coughing. Don’t forget we’re making you a real smoker.” I nodded, looking down at my cock trying to distract myself. My cage dick was leaking a steady trail of precum, which was slowly puddling up on the ground. Finally, the urge to cough passed, and I let out a massive cloud of thick smoke from my mouth and nose. “Yeah, bud, flood those virgin lungs,” he said, continuing to work his fingers deeper, scratching at the walls of my guts, “We’re gonna really fuck those lungs tonight.” I groaned at his assault on my ass, taking the hint and taking one direct lung inhale after another. I began to really feel a buzz, and before I knew it, I realized my Red was smoked down to the butt, the heat just licking at my lips. Pulling the butt out of my mouth, Mike removed his fingers from my ass and began to gently push down on my shoulder. I looked quizzically at him, letting him push me down to the floor, my knees resting on the cold tile. “Daddy’s gonna empty his bladder in his boy, and then we’re gonna move to the next lesson,” he answered, shaking his semi-hard cock at my mouth. Relaxing my jaw, I let him pull my jaw down with his thumb and waited until his piss began to spray into my mouth. “Here it comes,” Mike groaned, grabbing both sides of my head as his piss was suddenly spraying the back of my throat, “Gonna make you a real human urinal, you fucking pig.” My mouth was flooded. It was different from mine, but for some reason, I felt like it tasted better, even with it being a lot stronger than mine. I quickly wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock, eager to catch every drop. I felt my stomach slowly bloat out as I kept gulping down as fast as I could, amazed at the sheer volume he had in him. Finally, the stream started to slow down, and I felt him running his hands through my hair. “Gooooood boy…” he cooed, Red dangling out of his mouth and he looked down at me, a happy expression on his face, “Daddy didn’t even have to tell his pig boy not to waste any precious piss.” I smiled around the large dick in my mouth, proud of myself in a perverted way. Convinced that he was done, I pulled off his cock, and wiped my mouth. I gladly accepted another Red, which Mike placed into my mouth. Bringing a lighter up to it, I drew hard as he brought the flame to the tip, bringing the ember to life as smoke streamed down my throat and deep into my lungs. I let out a deep sigh, smoke billowing as I felt the familiar rush of nicotine flooding my body. I grabbed his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it, relishing the heat and heft in my hand. “Come on fucker,” he said, helping me up before spanking my ass hard, “You passed the first round of becoming a nasty fucking pig. Let’s keep going.” I followed him happily, leaving my own trail of smoke as he led me out of the bathroom, and on to my next trial.

The idea of impregnating/ conceiving is very erotic. I love picturing millions of a guys sperm inside me with each one attaching then penetrating my gut lining.

I want it in my ass. I’ll taste it after when it’s dripping from my used slutty hole.

Chapter 4: The Waiter We had some time to kill before going to the waiters home, and decided to take a stroll around the lake. We walked hand in hand, and when we passed a restroom my partner said he needed to release his load, so we headed to a stall, and I finished him off in my mouth. It was a nice change of pace for us. There's just something about the thrill of public sex, even if only a blowjob. After that we found a bench and just talked. He asked me what my thoughts were on trying Tina. I said i was highly curious, but we'd have to be careful in not becoming addicted to it. He laughed and said it's too expensive to get addicted to it. He said that it was something that he thought i should experience at least once though, and Iblow job. He was somewhat surprised that I told him I had a response to him pozzing me. He looked me in the eyes and i reminded him that I told him i was both scared, yet excited when I thought I had the fuk flu. I told him that if I did become poz, I definitely wanted him to be the one to do it though. I suggested that we just focus on guys that identify as undetectable first. He agreed, but reminded me that guys often lie. He continued by saying that he would continue to make love to me, but to let him know when i made my final decision on him pozzing me, and there was no rush to decide. With that, we took a quick ride to the waiters home. We arrived at the waiters home, and was surprised that it was a beautiful home in a nice neighborhood. Most waiters just get by, but apparently he was doing quite well. He was wearing simply a jock strap, and his hair was wet after just taken a shower. He suggested we head to the pool, get more comfortable and have a drink. We got to the pool, immediately stripped and jumped in the pool. He poured our drinks, and invited us to the bar, still in his jock. He offered a toast, and then asked if we partied. He then pulled a glass pipe from behind the bar. My partner just looked at each other, and told him we were just discussing that. He smiled and said oh that must have been your dinner conversation. I just said a part of it. He said was OK if we didn't, and asked if he could. We said perhaps later, as we wanted to play some in the pool, and that we were both novices to Tina and wanted to wait until after out of pool. He said that was a good idea. The waiter suggested we all get in the pool, and stood up taking his jock off. To our surprise, and delight he had both a scorpion and biohazard tat near his cock. At first we missed it marveling at the meat between his legs. He was packing a good 11+ thick uncut cock. He looked at us and said it was now on the menu, and served with a special sauce. We all got in the pool, and started playing. He stuck his cock up both our asses and enjoyed it. My partner also shoved his cock up the waiters ass. The waiter suggested we get the party started, and we headed back to the bar, where he took out the glass pipe, he took a deep hit, and after exhaling, he looked at us and said not to worry, it did give him mild Tina Dick. He added that he might not get fully hard, but had enough to satisfy our asses. He handed the pipe to my partner, and he took a deep hit. The waiter looked at hom, and said nice hit for a novice, but take it easy. My partner looked at me and asked if i was ready to try. The waiter suggested he take a hit, and shotgun it in my mouth. He explained that was how he first did it. I agreed that would be the best way. The waiter took a smaller hit and put his lips to mine, slowly sharing the smoke. Like my partner, when I released it, I began coughing, but my body felt like it never had before. My partner took another hit and passed the pipe to me. I took a pretty good sized hit this time. The effects hit immediately and I told the waiter I wanted his cock. My inhibitions were running wild, and i asked the waiter if he was undetectable or toxic. I explained that it was not normal for me to ask, but I had never been with a guy who was poz marked. In my mind, I was pretty sure that he was toxic, which would mean despite the Tina, he wouldn't be breeding me tonight. To my amazement he said he was undetectable. He suggested we head to the bedroom. Once there we saw a huge king size bed, and a portable sling in the corner. He asked which I preferred and said definitely the sling! I got in immediately and noticed there was a mirror above it. Something I hadn't encountered before.

(Special thanks to Lynn who inspired this story. Love you, man.) 1993 Jeff. It's too common a name for someone that meant so much to me some twenty years ago. Someone who changed my world completely. I guess you could say my world needed changing back then. I was single and mostly okay with being alone, but the nights were lonely. My dating history was spotty at best...mostly just fucking around here and there. I'd often find myself spending my evenings exactly as I do now: Smoking a cigarette and staring at a computer screen for hours. AOL chat rooms were still a big thing back then, and horny people from all over the world had staked their claim to most of them. I hung out in one room called "GeorgiaMaleforMale". I was in a medium-sized town with no active gay community that I knew of. A few guys went to the park or to the rest area on the highway. I'd been there and done that. I guess my 20's had taught me that there are no boyfriends in those places...nobody to hold hands with or take to dinner. There was cock and cum and lust. Around that time, I stopped thinking love was a real concept. The French had invented it as a nice word for "attraction". The harsh truth had started showing on my face in wrinkles and a permanent frown. I started looking older than my actual age. Fuck it. Plain old lust was good enough for me now. I ended up chatting with a guy who lived about forty minutes from me. Jeff. There were no photos in those old AIM profiles...just descriptions of themselves and their desires. Jeff's wasn't really detailed, but his short distance from me was enough for me to go on. He and I were somewhat similar...he was a year older than me and a few inches taller, but none of those details seemed to matter to me right then. I secretly hoped he'd private me first, but that didn't happen. I took the plunge.... Hi, neighbor. Oh HI! I was about to private you, but I figured you were already chatting with somebody. Nope. How are you? Not bad. Are you new here? No, but I haven't been here much lately. It's the same jerks as always. They talk trash me in this place. Why? Reasons. My name is shit around here. I think it's because I come across like a snob when I type. I'm not, though. And also I'm poz. Damn. I was so sick of that disease...it had haunted my prime sexual years and it was just so brutal. Every time they discovered something new about the virus,it was more apparent that AIDS was almost impossible to cure. Oh. I'm sorry, man. How do you feel now? No symptoms...but I'm not going to lie about it to assholes online. Some of them probably have it to, but won't own up to it. Sucks. You are better than them. You okay with me being poz? Are you clean? Doesn't matter to me. A bisexual guy fucked me bare when I was in my teens...gave me butt warts. That's a beginner's bug. Herpes is pretty much the same. You like to be fucked, huh? I do! I haven't had sex in four years...it's not worth the heartbreak. 'Heartbreak'? I don't bother with romance any more. You like sucking dick? Absolutely. I'm good at it unless the guy is too big. Oh. Well...I'm kind of big. More wide than long. I just love being blown. Would you suck a poz dick? Why not? Would you let a poz guy fuck your ass? With no condom? I would. Are you a chaser? I mean, are you trying to get infected? Not so much...I just don't care. I focus on the experience and the man. I can give you an experience alright. Do you have a digital photo? No. Sorry. Do you? Yeah. I'll send it to you. You can make an online photo at Kinko's. Just take a regular picture there and they'll convert it. It's cheap. Will do. I don't have any nude pics though. Ha! I don't either. Can't imagine giving a nude photo to some random Kinko's employee. We'll see each other nude soon enough. Check your email tomorrow morning. Gonna crash now. I'm I'm Jeff, by the way. I'm Lyle. Sleep well, Jeff. It was almost 2 AM on a Friday night/Saturday morning. I didn't turn on the radio because I couldn't handle hearing "I Will Always Love You" one more time. That fucking song, I swear. I'd read and go to sleep. My brain was full of thoughts, ideas and questions. I'd ask the kid at Kinko's about digital cameras. How did they even work? Where could you buy one? I'm sure they weren't cheap. I had no dreams that night. Early on Saturdays is when I usually did laundry. It wasn't busy and nobody would rip your stuff off at this hour. To hell with it. Sunday morning would work. I raced to the computer which I'd left on. Jeff had sent an email! It had an attachment that I opened so fast...there he was. He didn't look sick. A little skinny, maybe....but well within the normal range. His face was somewhat boyish and pale. His hair was dark and recently cut. He wore a nice, blue-checkered shirt, buttoned all the way to the neck. Handsome man. I could reply and gush about the picture...write some adoring compliments maybe. But I stopped myself. I would turn 30 this year and knew there was no romance left anywhere so there was no point chasing it. This was just a sex thing. That was enough. OK. Time for me find a photograph of myself. I had a whole shoe box full of them and an unused photo album that somebody gave me a long time ago. I was never a fan of looking at pictures of myself because all I could do is see all of my flaws. One of the first few I looked at was taken at some cousin's graduation and it was candid. I was looking over my shoulder at something and my hair looked pretty decent. I bet I was craving a cigarette and was scouting for a place to go have one. My brother probably snapped this one. I decided on this one because I looked okay and really didn't want to go through all the old memories just now. The Kinko's guy was reading a paperback when I walked in, and the place was empty. Good. I was slightly embarrassed even though he'd have no idea what my mission was. He seemed bored and possibly hungover. He listed the options: on a disk, through email, various filters, etc. I didn't really know what to get so I just asked for the deluxe package sent to my email. "Just the one photo? You could bring in up to ten...better value." I didn't even think of that. "No. Just this one." I felt like a kindergartner. "Suit yourself. Put your email address on this form and keep your receipt. This'll probably in your mail by the time you get home." I needed to go do some weekend chores, but I just couldn't wait to talk to Jeff again. Sure enough, the pics were already there. I wasn't real familiar with zip files, but figured it out. So weird -- looking at myself on the computer. They had put borders on some of them, altered brightness and colors. I chose the one where my cheeks looked a little pinker and the background was dark. I attached it to a message for Jeff. Good morning! Here's my pic. It's about six months old, but I look pretty much the same now. Hope we talk soon. My phone number is --- ----, if you'd rather talk that way. Lyle I didn't know what to do with myself at that point. My apartment building was coming to life and so laundry was out of the question. I kind of needed something to focus on just then. Nintendo. I went through all the levels of Mario Bro.s 2 and 3. Was he awake? What was he thinking? Maybe I should vacuum or something. I prepared to busy myself when the phone rang. My heart raced and I tried to get my shit together before answering. I picked up right after the third ring. "Hello?" "Hi Lyle. It's Jeff. I'm looking at your picture now....so cute!" "Thanks. Yours too. I did like you suggested and went to Kinko's. I meant to ask the guy about digital cameras, but he was not all the friendly. Do you know anything about them?" "They have them at the Best Buy here. I think they're a little pricey, but we can go look." "Cool. I want to see you so badly." "Today? Today would be good because my roommate is out of town until Monday." "Oh. I didn't know you had a roommate." "David. It's his house. We're not boyfriends or anything, even though we fool around once every so often. He's poz too." More new things to think about. "I can be there in less than an hour.What's a good time for you?" "Wait until after you eat some lunch. That'll give me time to clean up around here." It was almost 11 AM. "OK. I'll see you around 1 or 1:30." He gave me directions and I wrote them down carefully. There's no way I could eat anything. Electricity was pulsing from my groin to my heart to my brain while my stomach was AWOL. I took a thorough shower and then wondered what the hell I should wear. It was still warm enough for shorts, but I hesitated. I finally just wore the nice, casual clothes I'd planned on wearing to work on Monday. Instead of loafers, I put on some Nike high-tops so it wouldn't look like I was ready for a date. But that's kinda what this was, wasn't it? I hadn't been on an actual date in over a year. I put on just a bit of cologne out of habit. What I felt wasn't "nervous"...it was a step above of that somehow...right below "panic". The drive went by pretty fast even though I listened to AM talk radio. The right-wing assholes flourished in the South. My anger at this demographic distracted me a little. They all hated Clinton and said nasty things about his wife and daughter. Fucking rednecks. I wish my company would transfer me to a blue state like Illinois or California. 'Hallyen' was the name of Jeff's street, but I said it in my head as "Hell Yeah". It was a middle-class neighborhood, and pretty tidy. Jeff's house (or I guess his roommate's house) was set away from the street behind some massive trees. I didn't know what I expected a residence with two poz guys living in it to look like. Maybe I figured it would look a little menacing, darker. But the place looked normal and the day was beautiful. I parked along the curb and turned off the damn radio with rebellious force. To hell with those people. And there he was. Jeff. He was standing there all tall and handsome, with jeans and a gray polo shirt. He looked only slightly different than the photo he sent. He had a full, healthy five o'clock shadow already. His hair was black and there was a hint of something foreign in his skin tone. He had no shoes on. "Lyle? You're slightly early, my friend. It's cool. You're not allergic to cats are you? -- I forgot to ask. There's a cat inside and he hides when David's not here. I always forget what his name is..." "Sorry. The drive was quicker than I thought. I've never been here." The yard was mostly neat. "Come on in. You look nice. I haven't even finished drying my hair. Sorry." "Your hair looks perfect. Nice feet." He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "They're pretty big and beat up, but at least I trimmed the nails not long ago. Come on in." After I was inside, I smelled the odor of pot right away. Pot and cat box. I was no prude or anything...I'd toked more than a few times in college. It just didn't much except make me hungry. There was a ceiling fan lamp on...with multiple globes, but only one of them had a working bulb. The last light with life. My dad wouldn't stand for that. He was always replacing bulbs and searching for the brand that lasted longest. It was maybe to defy mortality. ??? "Nice place, Jeff. Lots of space." Thanks. Make yourself at home and I'll finish getting ready. Want a beer?" He brought me a Bud and disappeared off to another room. He was humming. The beer was burning my stomach a little which made me wish I had actually eaten something beforehand. Oh well. I guess Jeff wasn't a typical gay dude because he finished grooming really fast. His hair was gelled and he was wearing big, clownish deck shoes. Nice. "Hey, Jeff -- I think I need to eat something. Sorry. I forgot about lunch." "Me too. There's a decent taco place on the way to Best Buy. Let's go." His little car was in the driveway and was really warm inside because of the sun. Jeff didn't seem to notice. I worried my pits would start to sweat, but I was a guest. I wouldn't ask for AC or if I could roll down a window. Maybe he was cold-blooded or....or not feeling well. I mean, how could he NOT be sweating?? Nope. Powder dry. I distracted myself with counting all the confederate flags on the route. Goddamn those people. The little taco place was in a strip mall that had only one other tenant...a nail salon. We ate a few tacos and tortilla chips. I felt better almost immediately. I watched Jeff eat. His fingers were long and thick and the wrists were covered with dark fur. There just wasn't one thing about this man that wasn't attractive. The waiter came to collect or plates. "Want a drink, Lyle. I want a drink." "Sounds great!" He turned to the guy. "Dos vasos de tequilas por favor." Tequila. I tried to remember if I'd ever had it before. After the glasses arrived, Jeff reached into his front pocket and retrieved a few pills. I guess my curious eyes gave me away. "It's just Tylenol. I woke up with a little fever this morning." "Oh no! I'm sorry, Jeff." "No worries. I get them from time to time. Nothing too bad." "Do you want to go home? We can do this another time when you're feeling better." "Hell no. We're going to have another drink and I'll be fine by the time we're done." So we has another glass of tequila with ice in it. I was liking it. Jeff ordered one more. "How you feeling?" "Well...I'm feeling warm. It's either the tequila or my fever is gone." "Possibly both." "Yeah. You have great eyes, Lyle. Smart eyes. First thing I noticed was that you had smart eyes. There's always thinking in those eyes." This made me look down. Nobody had ever said such things to me. Most people said I had the same eyes as my dad, but I never got the sense that was really a compliment. "Thanks. Your eyes are beautiful as well. All of you is." "What about one more drink?" I was pretty drunk already, but that was not my biggest concern. Alcohol lowered your immune system and I figured Jeff didn't need that just now. "Will you be OK? I don't want you to get a fever again." "It's gone. I know all the cops around here. They're usually drunker than anyone they pull over. Let's go!" He paid the bill even though I'd wanted to. It was still so nice outside. I wasn't wobbling or anything, but my balance was a little off. I watched Jeff's perfect ass as he walked ahead of me. It was so fine even though his jeans sagged a little low at the waist. It was still warm inside the car, even warmer than before. "Do you mind if I roll down the window a little?" "Yeah...as long as you don't mind if we put off the Best Buy trip until later. That tequila wiped me out." "No problem. We can go whenever you want. Are you okay?" "Just tired. I didn't sleep all that well last night." He wasn't the only one. Back at his place, Jeff turned his big TV. "Not much on but college football today. That okay? You follow sports at all?" "Not passionately, but it's fine. Go lie down and I might even have a little snooze myself." He smiled,handed me the remote and left. I don't dislike football. My thing with watching any sporting event is that it all seems like reruns to me...I couldn't tell if I was watching a new game or one from ten years ago. Maybe I would stretch out on the couch and take a nap. I muted the volume and watched the hulking beasts run into each other over and over again. I was drifting off but also keenly aware of the beautiful man sleeping so near by. If you could somehow combine a shot of tequila with elements of college sports, you'd have the greatest sleep aid ever. Jeff was awake and trying not to make noise. Just his presence in the room was enough to jolt me out of a sound sleep. I listened to him clatter around the kitchen for a few minutes before getting up. I followed the sounds and found him peppering two thawed steaks. "Hi. Do you feel better, Jeff?" "Yeah. Much. I thought I'd grill out on the deck while the weather is still nice...sound good?" "Sounds great." "Want a beer or a soda or something?" He'd changed clothes. "Beer sounds good." "Well...there's two different kinds in there. Possibly three. Pick one and bring it out back while I get started." The refrigerator was packed with all kinds of good stuff. I'd never asked Jeff what he did for a living. Maybe David was wealthy. Whatever -- I guess it wasn't any of my business. He hadn't asked me much either. I went through the sliding glass door and smelled that wonderful smell of charcoal and lighter fluid. The odor of Summer. "It's a nice space here. Your backyard is beautiful." "I'll tell David you said so. He is obsessed with getting everything raked, mowed and weeded. Speaking of which...." He offered me a blunt that was already lit. "A little appetizer?" "Thanks." I took a toke and watched Jeff slide the steaks onto the grill. I was no prude about weed, but a little particular. I loved smoking it with really good friends, but it felt weird to bet stoned with people I didn't know very well. It didn't seem like a very social drug. "I'm glad we can talk. When the cicadas come out in the evenings, you have to practically yell. They are usually out by this time of year. Weird. That annoying song they sing means that Summer is over." "My dad always called them 'locusts' even though I tried to explain to him the difference many times. Stubborn bastard, my dad." "That reminds me. We're having a salad alongside the steak. I made it fresh. We used to buy that bagged salad, but I once found a live grasshopper in one I'd just got from the store. Never again. I don't I made the coals hot enough, so this will take awhile." "It's fine. It's just so beautiful back here. I live in an apartment and am almost never outdoors." The weed was relaxing, but not intense. My stoner friend Jimmy would call it 'kind'. Jeff settled down on the bench next to me. He'd put on flip-flops that were probably a size too small because his large toes hung over the edges. "Here's what I find weird about you, Lyle." Uh oh "You are super smart and always thinking...so why haven't you asked me many questions? I mean, we've talked about insects more than we have about important stuff. Are you biting your tongue?" "No." I handed him the roach. "I'm just a clod. I like you so much and I don't to ruin my chances by asking too much." The meat was just barely starting to sizzle over the heat. "I guess I understand that. You're not a clod...just polite. I should tell you that I'm unemployed. I worked for a place that did lithography...coupons, ads and crap that most everybody throws away. Word got out about me and they fired my ass." "Is that even legal?" "Probably. This is the South. I didn't love it there enough to fight. David and I were fuck buddies back then and he invited me to move in. We're both such sluts and it's anybody's guess as to who pozzed who first. This for four years ago. I do everything around the house, but not the gardening. David's a physical therapist and makes a very decent living. Your turn, Lyle." "Um...I am an Aries. I work for a regional magazine, doing layout and some writing." "Have you ever been in love?" "Yes. I can honestly say I once was. His name was Norman. I know I felt love, but I'm not sure he ever did. We weren't sexually compatible. Those were his words." "Like how?" "He was very endowed. It hurt too much to have him try to fuck me. He bought me a dildo to practice with, but I just couldn't make myself use it." "I'm the same way...it's flesh or nothing. But the bad news is that my dick is really big. Probably bigger than Norman's." We'd finished the roach, but Jeff had a fresh fatty ready to spark. "Oh." "Maybe he was just too impatient. Or maybe he was a jerk." "Probably both." "I'm very patient and know how to go slow...especially with beginners." "I've been fucked before...guys with smaller penises. Always with a condom, though." "Well, I've got tons of Trojans in my bedroom. I don't like wearing them, but they can be fun to jack off with." The sun was close to setting and I wondered how high I was. We ate and talked about more mundane things as the coals in the grill slowly died out. The cicadas started their obnoxious hum. "They're here!" "Perfect timing...I was just about to suggest we go inside." I wanted to sit for a little longer. That sound , that song that signaled the and and beginning of things. Jeff put his flip-flops back on and left all the dirty plates outside. "Is the fire out?" "I don't know, Boy Scout. I'll have over 24 hours before I have to clean everything up. David could be on LSD and still have to do the dishes before going to bed." Once inside, my host pit some of the many candles that seemed to be everywhere. I'll leave the TV off is you don't mind. Want music?" A wave of dreamy static washed over my brain. I kind of wanted to hear the cicadas harmonize above the roof. "Sure, Jeff. Anything you want." "Ever hear of Mazzy Star? It's probably my favorite CD of all time. I once smoked a shit ton of hash and listened to the whole thing twice. I swear I found a few dimensions of reality that night." I knew I'd love it. I knew I would because I love everything about how I felt. I would have admitted I loved Jeff too, but that would wreck everything. "Sure If you've never heard this group, go to youtube and sample it now. I mean, wow. It was beautiful, hypnotic and yet still interesting. The singer's voice was like a tiny fairy serenading your soul. It helped that his sound system was amazing. My ex had a thing for Enya, but I could never understand what the fuck she was saying. "You like this, Lyle?" "I love you...I mean 'it'. I love it." I guess I was too stoned to be embarrassed. He chuckled and finished off the joint. "Me too. I've got more weed in my room, but let's sit here for a few minutes. Take your shoes off at least. Relax." I did, and it felt so good I took my socks and shirt off too. "Nice. I was going to do that for you if you didn't." While I was in audio bliss, he had already stripped down to his underwear. I was a little sad that there wasn't more than candlelight in the room. I wanted to see his body under a thousand watt bulb. But this was nice in a way too. Even though there so many shadows in the room, I could tell his dick was huge. Way bigger than Norman's. He never showed much when soft -- not like Jeff. I wanted to stare at his bulge, but my eyes were closing. I wasn't so much sleepy as I was in a pre-dream sue to the music. One lyric, one piece of music caught my attention: "I could possibly be fading/ Or have something more to gain/ I could feel myself growing colder/ I could feel myself under your fate" He wasn't next to me. "Jeff??" "I'm just getting a beer...I have cotton mouth really bad. Want one?" "Yeah. This CD is amazing." I'd buy a copy for myself if we ever made it to Best Buy. As if he's been reading my earlier thoughts, Jeff switched on a hallway light. The room brightened a little. He also brought a big candle to the coffee table in front of us. I took the opportunity to look at his groin. I might have looked too intently. "You like it, huh? It doesn't scare you?" "No. It's...I want it." "Okay. Just double-checking. I want to show it to you. So bad. So, so bad." He dropped his undies and THERE it was. It was so long and wide...and somehow alien. I swear it twitched a little. "You can touch it if you want." And I did...maybe too fast. It was super-heated and started to get bigger as I gripped the shaft. "I've never seen a dick this big! You're right...it's way bigger than Norman's." I bet he was used to getting complimented on his awesome meat. "Please kiss it. Please." He didn't need to be so polite. I put the warm head to my lips and tasted this beautiful man. I was savoring the flavors and didn't realize how completely hard he was getting. "That's nice. Take off the rest of your clothes and then I want you to suck me." It was awkward to strip completely in front of this perfect specimen, but I wanted to please him so badly." And he remained fully hard. I was no good at estimating size, but I'd bet it was over ten inches and my wristwatch would probably fir snugly around the base. It hung in the candlelight like a third arm or something. "It'll be easier if I sit. Get on the floor." You know when you're at a restaurant and really hungry? You order too much food and can't eat it all. That was me right then. I wanted to take that cock all the way down to my lungs, but only get about a third of it in my mouth. Jeff played with my hair and humped a little, trying to get farther in. My stupid gag reflex kept kicking in (a problem I'd had with Norman). "Sorry." "What? Why? You're going farther down than most guys can. I want you to enjoy this too. It just feels so nice and I can get a little greedy with a nice mouth on my dick." I eased up a bit He was moaning and breathing heavily. I could do this all day, every day. Would he cum? Mine own dick was ready to burst. "OK. Come sit down here beside me." He lit up the third or fourth joint of the evening. I kind of didn't want to get more altered so I faked my tokes. "The candles smell good. What scent are they?" "Damned if I know. David buys them. I like the plain ones because just the smell of ordinary melted wax is nice enough. Come on. Let's go to my bedroom." He took me by the hand and led me into the shadows. The room was very inviting. There was a night light already on and the bed was made. It made me happy that he'd planned on bringing me here all along. "This is a nice room, Jeff." "Thanks. The bedding is brand new...you can help me break it in." He stretched out on top of the comforter and closed his eyes for a second.. His cock was still rock hard. "I'm going to ask you this only once more...Are you sure you want to do this with no condom?" I was so sure. "I don't usually allow guys I top to have a choice, but I'm giving you - just you - the option." "I appreciate that, but I don't want latex between us." "And you fully understand what could happen if I cum in your ass? You're not too stoned?" Was I? "I'm fine. Ask me to name every state capitol...in alphabetical order." "No. That would make me go limp. I believe you. Get on up here and you can sit on it. That way will be easiest." He produced a tube of lube and started oiling up his throbbing boner.I could watch him do that for hours. "I so wish I had a digital camera right now. Is that KY? Norm used that on us." "No. This is way better. I don't have much left so we need to make it count." I straddled his waist and let him massage a wet glob of the stuff into my butt hole. Jeff had larger fingers than my ex, but was much more gentle. That alone felt so good, I'd almost be happy if it ended now. "Good God. You are super tight...this will take some time. Ready? Just ease down on my cock. Don't rush." He held my sides and guided me lower. I felt him contact ever so slowly. I remember this as always being the worst part. I wondered if I should have asked him to just rape me and get it over with. But he wasn't that kind of guy and I really needed this to mean something. "Ow!" "Sorry, Lyle. Too fast?" "It's fine. It's fine. Are you in?" "Just barely. Relax and try to get used to it. for a minute. I can wait." It was painful but I willed myself to concentrate on the feelings of pleasure that had to be coming soon. "Yeah. Oh! Take your time." Amazingly, I had made it almost halfway down the shaft...still waiting for the good feelings to begin. "I can't take more of it, Jeff." "It's okay. We'll stay like this and smoke a little." He lit up the blunt, but I declined. I'd had enough...and I didn't want an ember to drop on his hairy chest and set him on fire. I relaxed a little and another half inch entered me. "Don't rush, babe". "It's feeling pretty good right now." It was. THIS is why guys did this. I finally got it just then. "Good! I'll let you set the pace." I maybe pushed my luck a little because I felt my ass rip more. "Wait. Hold on." His dick was wide as a wrist at the base. I'd come too far to hesitate now. "You're almost there. Goddamn it feels so good inside you. Shit. You're gonna get a big load pretty soon." And then he was all the way in. The pain wan't gone but it was starting to get crowded out by the pleasures... both mental and physical. I lifted up a little and move back down, letting that huge penis stir my innards. He slowly started to thrust to meet the rhythm I'd started. He let out a long groan. "OK, man. I'm almost ready to shoot." "Don't. Not yet. Can we switch places?" The low light in the room hid his expression. "Perfect! We can fuck like newlyweds." It was a little awkward changing positions because I didn't want him to pull out for even a second. And then we settled in the missionary style. "Bring your knees down as close to your shoulders as you can..yeah. Like that." He was setting the pace now because I think he knew I wanted him to take over completely. He did. The thrusting intensified and sweat was dripping onto my face. I caught more of his face in the dim light. His eyes were squeezed shut and his smile was bright and natural. "Yeah! Cum inside of me, Jeff! I want it!" He was pure animal after that, growling and primal. At no point in my life had I ever felt this turned on. "I...I..Oh God. I'm breeding you now, little buddy! Shit!" He'd shot his load only a split-second before I did. Everything would be different now. He collapsed on top of me and his heavy breathing had a slight rasp. My gluey load was squished between us, making a slightly comical noise.Then we kissed for a long time. His breathing was returning to normal. I was blissed-out. After the lust and adrenaline left my system, the weed resumed its work. How was it even possible for a human being to feel so good? "That was fantastic, Jeff. Thank you." "It was great, huh? Do you need the bathroom? It's right across the hall from my door." I did have to sit on the toilet, but had no idea what would come out of me. I was ready for whatever. I sat for a while, but blood mixed with a little lube is all that was in the bowl. I stayed longer, not wanting to chance an accident while I slept. I was fine. I'd read porn stories where the bottom was fucked so hard he could barely walk. I could walk just fine. There was some soreness, sure, but nothing too bad. "What time is it?" "Last I looked at the clock, it was after 10. I'm gonna take a little nap...you can go watch TV if you want to." No way. I wanted to lie down next to that big, warm body. Our 'nap' lasted until morning. He snored and mumbled in his sleep...but it sounded like music to me. Neither of us really wanted to leave the bed, but gradually did. We never made it Best Buy on Sunday. We smoked, fooled around and talked. At one point I almost said "I love you", but held off. He'd already said he was not the boyfriend type in so many words. It had been a great fuck and that's all. It was a harsh truth that I hadn't really prepared myself for, and it made me think I should go home now. I'd always have the memory of this. Jeff and I hugged goodbye. I thought about "love" on the highway. I still felt it. Maybe it was enough just for me to have the feeling and enjoy it. Just because he wasn't in love didn't have to figure into the equation just now. Love feels good...as good or better than sex. I could have this emotion even if it wasn't returned. That's where I stayed and am still staying to this day. A great ending to this story would be Jeff eventually falling in love with me and us moving in together. That's not what happened. Jeff died two weeks later. After unanswered calls and no sign in the chat room, I finally drove to his place one night. David was home and he told me what had happened. "He got pneumonia and went really fast. He was only in the hospital for ten hours. He's buried in the small town where his mother lives. I have her number if you want it." I took it calmly and jammed it in my pocket. "Thanks." "I'm sorry, man. Do you want to sit down and have a drink?" Oh fuck. If he tried to hit on me, I'd lose it. "No thanks." I could feel tears wanting to come. "You're Lyle, right?" I nodded. "He liked you. Said you had fun." I'd never return to this town. The physical Jeff was gone, but he was still alive in my thoughts and in my heart. AIDS had ruined so many love stories, but I'd never let it claim this one.

He led me up to the first floor, but turned the opposite way to normal, down a narrow corridor. At the end was a door with a biohazard sign on it and 'staff only' written underneath. I looked at him quizzically and he laughed. "It's to keep out the ignorant, and attract the initiated." He pushed open the door. Inside was a small room with benches around the walls, lit by a dim, red light. After my eyes adjusted, I noticed maybe half a dozen guys lounging on the benches, and in the middle another bench with a padded top and a lower step, also padded. "Who's your friend?" asked a thin guy with pronounced veins on his forearms and legs, and a pronounced belly beneath his skinny rib cage. By way of an answer, my friend turned me round, bent me over and spread my cheeks so they could see the cum dripping from my hole. "Weeell!" cackled a short, tubby guy with strange blotches on his chest. "Does the bitch want knocking up?" "Fuck yeah," replied the mustachioed man, who added "Popped in a load myself already!" The group stood up and came over to me, grabbing my cock and feeling my arse. I knew I was surrounded by poz guys and my heart started to pound. They felt me tense up, and someone jammed a bottle into my nostrils, forcing me to inhale the poppers. They were strong, and I felt giddy with lust. "There you go," murmured the thin man, as his tongue invaded my mouth. I could taste his tainted saliva and feeling his surprisingly large cock rigid against my belly. "Like a fly in a web," someone whispered as I was led to the bench in the middle of the room. I knelt on the lower step, and sweaty hands pushed me face down onto the upper part. Straps went round my wrists and ankles and I was held fast, my arse open and available to anyone. The thin man came in front of me and offered me his cock which drooled with precum. "Lick it," he ordered. I felt a moment's fear, and then tentatively licked the drool of toxic precum off the thick, glistening tip. "Good boy!" he said. "Who's first?" The chubby guy answered "Me!" as he walked behind me. The thin guy bent over and whispered "You're gonna like this one: this fukka has full blown AIDS." I felt a thick, heavy cock sliding into me until his belly was squashed against my arse. He fucked me with quick and hard strokes until I felt his cock swell in my ass and he gasped "I'm ccc...umming!" The thin man grabbed my face, kissing me hard as the cock in me spurted toxic sperm and I moaned with surrender. The chubby guy got off me and I was panting for breath, my hole dripping and wet. I looked up and saw savage, eager faces and rigid cocks and knew I was lost. Another cock slid into me, and I lowered my head, giving myself up to the gift....