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A True Story It was 3:00 AM on a Saturday morning and I found myself buzzing with a mixture of beer, poppers and the two fresh loads inside my well used cunt, all courtesy of Grindr. A butt plug was keeping the loads secure in my ass as I looked for a third load when I received a text from a cute student some 400 meters distant. "Hey man you looking for fun?" the student asked. "Sure. I've already had some but just so horny tonight." "Ah, fuck, sweet. I'm a bit drunk and need cock," the guy added. "Lol, me too. You top or bottom?" I asked, cutting to the chase. He was no less direct in responding "Both, but really want to get fucked." "I've had two cocks cum in me. I'm versatile though and rock hard." "Sweet, you wanna fuck me?" My next text broached the next level: "Love to, although I have to tell you I’m a bareback cum slut. Not into rubber." There was a pause of almost thirty seconds before he responded "That's cool. I don't like rubber either but I do like cum." "Good to hear. I got a butt plug holding in two loads." The kid was apparently quite a perv as he responded "Nice. I could lick those out and we could share." Fuck, the kid was making me horny. But he hadn't asked me my status, which left in the air whether or not I should bring it up. I decided to string him along. "So, you wanna come over?" Another pause ensued before he responded "Yeah. Are you clean?" Now I paused, deciding to answer him literally. "Yeah, always clean." "No, I mean HIV." Of course I knew what he meant, so I bent the truth to keep him on my hook, answering "Don't know right now. Had test, waiting for result." Actually, my reply was, in some degree, true. I had been to my doctor that day, and he drew blood. What I had omitted was to acknowledge I was HIV positive and that although was usually undetectable, I had been off meds intentionally for over a month. so I suspected I was quite toxic at that moment. After a much longer pause he responded simply "Okay." “Still want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Yeah." “Sweet.” Giving him my address, I was ready when, 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door of my flat. He was even better looking in the flesh and although clearly drunk, he was still a bit nervous so, wearing only boxers which barely contained my hard-on, I welcomed him, leading him into the lounge. I’ve already got some hot bareback porn on and I offer him a beer and sit right next to him on the sofa. He takes a few swigs and I place a hand on his crotch and feel a rock hard and pretty offensive piece of meat there. He turns and we’re snogging in a heartbeat, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, he tastes like beer and cigarettes. He finds my nipples and tweaks them before slowly moving down to my cock. “Fuck you’re sexy” He slurs. “You too, lets get you out of these clothes” He starts to undress and I slip off my boxers and out springs 8” uncut of precum dripping cock. He smiles when he sees it and me likewise when I get a load of his tight, athletic body and fat dick. He dropped between my legs and I forced his face down onto my shaft which he quickly devoured, taking almost all of it down his throat in one go. He was a great cock sucker and treated me to a long, slow, blow job. He also found the butt plug so I shifted my position, all the better for him to release the juices from my cunt. Gently he eased it out and I forced his head towards my dripping pussy. “Lick it out and share with me” I commanded He hesitated at first, as clearly saying it on Grindr was easier than being faced with the reality of doing it but bless him, he went down and I lifted my legs to allow him to lap up the sploodge I pushed out for him. He rimmed me good and licked it all out, coming back up, we embraced in a felched charged snowball. I could taste cum and shit which was so erotic but I was amazed my young fuck slut was so happy and eager. He wanked my cock and his own as we kissed. I eventually pushed him back down and shifted him round on the rug. Parting his beautifully pert bum cheeks and finding a perfectly shaved hole. I was down on his exposed cunt with my tongue, rimming him deep and long. He moaned in delight as my expertly dexterous tongue and finger work aroused him to exquisite heights. “mmmm fuck me”, he eventually groaned through gritted teeth. I didn’t need asking twice and poking my cock at his lovely cunt I pushed in and carried on without stopping until I was fully inside his hole. He breathed out deeply and bucked a bit but took it all in one go like a trouper. I started fucking him slowly but soon got up a head of steam, power fucking his beautiful body. We were both grunting and moaning loudly as I pumped his hole. I only paused to sniff on my poppers which I handed to him and waited as he took deep, long sniffs. I knew I had a way to go before I’d shoot so I used him in a few positions, but wanted to be fucking him missionary, staring into those pretty eyes as I came inside his negative cunt; infecting him with my toxic load. We fucked for ages and were pretty sweaty as I finally felt my orgasm brewing. I flipped him on his back and lifted his legs up, pushing back into him and continuing my onslaught. We were now staring into each others eyes. I love a guy who won’t break eye contact and he didn’t. I kissed him between strokes and as I got close he could sense it. “You’re poz aren’t you?” he whispered as we broke the last kiss. Fuck I thought, what the hell, “Yeah” I replied and didn’t stop. He didn’t make any move to stop me either. “You want my poz load?” I asked starting to peak and staring into his sole. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t break eye contact, “Yeah, poz me” and with that I grinned down and came hard and loud. I continued to pump my load into his hole and he wrapped his legs round me to force me deeper inside him. “Fuck, fuck” he kept whispering in my ear. I grinned. Maybe the reality was hitting him but it felt good to poz this bitch. Eventually I collapsed onto him. Our hot bodies entwined and once again I found myself staring into his beautifully young face. “Fuck man, what did we do?” he moaned. “You just took a toxic load” I replied reaching down to feel my cum between his ass cheeks. I withdrew my hand which had some cum on my fingers and showed him. He stared at my fingers then started licking them clean. Our night didn’t end there. He stayed until the morning and I fucked three more loads into him during the night and before he left. I didn’t even know his name. 3am, eight weeks later and I’m on Grindr and up pops a familiar looking student: “Hey. It’s me from a few weeks ago” “Oh yeah hi. How are you?” “Toxic”………..

So… remember this story? 😅 Turns out real life decided to become the main plot for a while, but I’m back—and so is this. Thanks for hanging in there if you did. And if you’re just joining again, perfect timing. Here’s the next chapter! Part 18: Hippocratic Oath Versus Primal Urge: A Doctor's Surrender The sterile, clinical environment of the STD clinic greets you with its familiar antiseptic smell and fluorescent lights, creating a sense of unease that settles in the pit of your stomach. You approach the receptionist, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. "I need to see this young doctor here – forgot his name... It's urgent," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The receptionist looks up from her desk, her expression a question mark, rattling off a few of the doctors‘ names. Before she can finish, the young doctor himself appears, walking down the hallway. You recognize him immediately, and your heart skips a beat. "Him," you say, pointing. "I need to see him." The receptionist follows your gaze and nods. "That's Dr. Sebastian Meyer. He's with a patient right now. Please have a seat in the waiting room. He will call you in." You nod and make your way to the waiting room, your mind racing with memories of your last encounters. The first time, he fucked you in his office, but denied you his toxic load. The second time, he found you in the bathroom, your ass still dripping with cum from another encounter, and he finished what he started, marking you as his. Each memory sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. A few minutes later, you are called into his office. Dr. Meyer greets you, his professional demeanor masking the intensity you know lies beneath. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the recognition in his gaze. He knows why you are here, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. "Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. He settles into his own, the fabric stretching slightly across his chest as he leans forward, his hands clasped on the polished wood. "So," he begins, his voice a carefully measured baritone, "what brings you in today?" "An HIV test," you say, your voice steady, betraying none of the frantic energy thrumming beneath your skin. „Any reason you expect your test could show a different result from last time?“ he asks, his gaze sharp and clinical, though you know it is anything but. He is trying to maintain control, to keep this in the realm of doctor and patient, but you can see the memory of your last encounter flickering behind his eyes. You lean back in your chair, a slow grin spreading across your face. "At least a hundred," you say, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Starting with the toxic load you shot up my ass last time I was here…" The air in the room crackles. A muscle in his jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly. He looks away for a fraction of a second, a telltale sign of the man behind the mask struggling to maintain his composure. He clears his throat, the sound a little too loud in the quiet office. "Alright," he says, his voice a shade rougher than before. He stands and moves to the supply cabinet, retrieving the test kit. His movements are efficient, practiced, but as he turns his back to you, you know he is taking a moment to breathe, to force the memory of your submission, of his own raw, primal release, back into the box labeled 'unprofessional.' He returns, his face once again a mask of clinical detachment. He takes your hand, his fingers cool and firm, but you feel the slightest tremor in them as he draws the blood sample he needs. He places it carefully on the test strip, then sets a timer on his desk. "We'll do a rapid test for some immediate peace of mind, and I'll send this other sample to the lab for the full serology." "Wait outside for the results," he instructs, his voice cool and measured, but there is an underlying tension that betrays his true feelings. He is a doctor trying to do his job, but he is also a man who has spent the last few weeks replaying the memory of breeding you, a man whose cock has hardened at the mere thought of you walking back into his office. And now, here you are. You make your way back to the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You sit, trying to appear calm, but your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. As you wait, you find yourself checking out the other patients, the tension in the room palpable. One young guy, in particular, catches your eye. He is lean and muscular, with a cocky smirk that promises trouble. He couldn't be much older than twenty, maybe twenty-two at most, a student or an apprentice, his body still tight and unmarked by the world. He is everything you aren't: young, carefree, and probably still thinks he is invincible. The thought sends a dark, possessive thrill through you. You could be his father. The idea is so wrong, so perfectly depraved, that your own cock begins to stir in response. His gaze is a physical thing, a slow, deliberate slide down from your face to your crotch, where it lingers, hot and heavy. You watch, mesmerized, as his own hand moves to his thigh, his fingers slowly tracing the thick outline of his semi-hard cock snaking down his pant leg. He gives it a firm, possessive stroke, his eyes never leaving yours. It isn't just a look; it's a promise, a filthy invitation spoken without a single word. He is showing you what he has, what he wants to do with it, and he is making it clear that he wants to do it with you. His eyes flick back up to meet yours, a challenge and a question in their depths. He licks his lips slowly, a deliberate, wet gesture, and then, with a confident swagger, he stands up and walks directly past you towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of pure, unadulterated intent in his wake. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he passes, a silent, electric current that arcs between you, pulling you in. You know, with a certainty that settles deep in your gut, that you will follow him. You have no choice. Your heart races as you follow him, the anticipation building with each step. The bathroom is empty, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and anticipation. He is already in the last stall, the door left slightly ajar. You push it open and step inside. He is exactly as you'd hoped. He is leaning against the wall, his jeans already undone and pushed down just enough to free his cock. It is hard and ready, a thick, angry-looking shaft jutting out from a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. He is a top, pure and simple, and he is here to fuck. For a fleeting moment, a memory flashes in your mind: another young man, another student, in this very same stall, fucking you under the divider. You wonder if this is becoming a habit, if this clinic is now your personal hunting ground for eager, young tops. He doesn't waste any time on words. He just grabs your arm, his grip firm and possessive, and spins you around. He bends you over the toilet, your hands braced against the cold, porcelain tank. You feel him move behind you, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the chill of the air on your exposed skin. He kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs, and then you feel the hot, spongy head of his cock pressing against your hole. He looks so innocent, so young, and for a second, a twisted sense of responsibility washes over you. You think you should protect him. "Don't you want to use a rubber?" you ask, your voice a little breathless. "Hell no!" he grunts, his voice a low growl of pure disdain for the very idea. "We're at an STD clinic..." you start, the irony of the situation not lost on you. "Correct," he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Just got my diagnosis." Your heart hammers against your ribs. "Neg?" you ask, a sliver of hope cutting through your arousal. "Nope. Not anymore," he says, and the words hit you like a physical blow, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity that shoots straight to your cock. "You will be my first to breed after being diagnosed, daddy!" he groans against your ear, the words torn from him by pleasure, a perfect, filthy acknowledgment of the twisted dynamic between you. The last of your resistance crumbles. The fear is gone, replaced by a desperate, all-consuming hunger. "Breed me!" you beg, your voice a raw, desperate cry. "Breed me with your toxic load!" He doesn't need any more encouragement. With a groan, he slams into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn is immediate, but it is a welcome pain, a sign of the gift you are about to receive. He fucks you with a relentless, primal rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass, his hands gripping your hips like a vise. He is a young man, but he fucks like an animal, driven by a single, desperate need to pass on his new, permanent status. And you are more than willing to be the recipient. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep and grunts, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you. He stays there for a moment, panting, then pulls out with a wet, obscene sound. Without a single word, he tucks his spent cock back into his pants, buckles his belt, and pushes past you out of the stall, leaving you dripping and used. You are just a hole to him, a means to an end, and the thought is both humiliating and intensely arousing. As you are pulling up your own jeans, the stall door creaks open. You freeze. It is Dr. Meyer. He is leaning against the doorframe, his posture trying for casual authority but failing. He is so young, his face still holding a boyish softness that his professional demeanor can't quite hide. The scene is sickeningly familiar—it is just like last time, when he found you on the floor of this very bathroom, dripping with another man's cum. His eyes, dark and intense, flick from your flushed face to the young guy's retreating back, then back to you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips, but it is the smile of a young man playing a role, a cub trying on a lion's mane. He knows exactly what he has just interrupted. "I see you've been busy," he says, his voice a low rumble he is clearly forcing to be deeper than it naturally is. "Let's go to my office." He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and walks, expecting you to follow, a clear assertion of his dominance in this situation. Back in the sterile quiet of his office, he gestures for you to sit. You comply, your heart still racing from the encounter, the young man's load a warm, heavy presence inside you. He picks up the test strip from his desk, the one with your drop of blood on it. He looks at it, then at you. "Your test result is clear. Still negative," he says, his voice tinged with a surprise that is almost mocking. "I must admit, I'm surprised. I thought... after last time..." You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. "What do you mean?" you ask, your voice cocky, steady, teasing him, his professionalism. He leans back in his chair, trying to project a relaxed confidence, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. "I mean, after what happened between us, I thought for sure you would have converted. I guess you've been taking other… risks, haven't you?" he asks, his voice laced with a curiosity that is both professional and deeply, unnervingly personal. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. It is a smug, youthful expression. You shift in your seat, feeling the load in your ass slowly leak out, a dark thrill running through you at his clinical, detached analysis. "Unprotected sex, multiple partners... you know the drill," you reply, matching his confident tone. He is enjoying this. "Given that kind of activity, we should do a full workup. Since you're here. Drop your pants and bend over the exam table." His tone is clinical, but his eyes are anything but. This isn't a suggestion; it's a command. You comply, unbuckling your jeans and letting them fall before leaning over the cold, crinkling paper of the exam table. You feel his fingers on your ass, spreading your cheeks. The cool air hits your exposed, wet hole. You notice then that his fingers are bare, ungloved, a direct violation of protocol that sends a jolt through you. But he doesn't go straight for your hole. Instead, he begins a methodical, humiliatingly thorough examination. "Alright, let's have a proper look," he says, his voice adopting the detached tone of a doctor dictating notes. "Genitalia appear normal, no visible lesions." He reaches between your legs from behind, his hand cupping your balls, lifting and weighing them. He squeezes them, a firm, possessive pressure that makes you gasp. "Testes are heavy, full. Looks like they're not drained often enough. How often do you masturbate?" "Once, twice," you manage, your voice tight. He chuckles, a low, dismissive sound. "Only twice?“ He pauses, his grip tightening slightly. "When was the last time you blew your load into another hole?" "Last night," you grunt. "Only last night?" he asks, the sound dripping with condescension. "You're letting all this build up. No wonder you're so desperate. I have to empty mine at least three times a day just to think straight. Yours feel like they're backing up." His fingers move to your cock, which is already hard and leaking precum onto the paper. He strokes it once, slowly, from base to tip, collecting the bead of fluid on his thumb. "Well, the function of your cock does not seem to be the problem," he comments dryly. "Penis is approximately eighteen centimeters in length... 5 cm short of mine, but still, a notable girth, especially at the base. Cut. Significant vascularity." He pauses, a smirk in his voice. "Not a bad size, I suppose. For a man your age." His fingers then find your PA, the heavy steel ring a familiar weight in his grasp. He tugs on it, rolling it. "Any issues with this? Nice size. A 00-gauge tribal dream ring, if I'm not mistaken. Can cause some serious damage... ever thought about upgrading to an even larger size?" You can only moan in response, your body betraying you, loving the clinical violation. "I'm surprised you don't have a PA to match your nipple piercings. Or are you all talk?" "I'm uncut," he continues, his voice a low, arrogant boast. "I don't need jewelry to make my cock interesting. The foreskin alone provides more sensation than that little piece of metal ever could." He moved back to your ass, his thumbs spreading your cheeks again. "Anal region shows slight inflammation. Perineum is intact." He runs a finger along your perineum, then up to your slick entrance. "Now, cough for me," he commands. You do as he says, and as you cough, your hole contracts, pushing out a small glob of cum. "Hmm," he murmurs, his voice a low, interested hum. "Evidence of recent ejaculate present." He doesn't just use one finger. He presses three, then four fingers against your hole, stretching you, making you gasp. "Sphincter tone is good, but extremely receptive. How many loads have you taken today? Just the one in the bathroom, or more?" "I made a stop at the cruising grounds on my way up here.... 3-4 more from there...." you confess, the words torn from you by the intense stimulation. He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. With his four fingers still inside you, he uses them like a scoop, digging into your channel and pulling out a large, milky wad of cum that drips down his wrist. "Very, very receptive," he murmurs, bringing his cum-coated hand up to the light. "Look at this!" his voice a perfect imitation of clinical curiosity. He brings his fingers to his own lips, his eyes locked on yours over his shoulder. He slowly, deliberately licks the cum from his fingers, a soft, wet sound in the quiet room. "Fresh. Very fresh. I guess that's the spunk from our young student. I just told him he's poz and that he should use rubbers until the meds have his VL under control… so much for my skills as a counselor. Did he at least tell you what he was getting you into?" "Hell, yeah – he did," you shoot back, a defiant pride in your voice. "And I begged for it!" He puts his fingers, still slick with his saliva and the young man's cum, up to your mouth and, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, says, "Clean it!" You obey, tasting the mingled flavors on his skin. He then grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Well, you know what? Something has changed," he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I used to think of you as just another patient. But seeing you like this....” He is no longer talking about your test results; he is talking about himself, about the wall of his professionalism finally crumbling under the weight of his desire. "You see this?" He grabs his stiff cock through his scrubs, his eyes never leaving yours. The gesture is aggressive, a raw display of the dominant top he is discovering himself to be. "I'm hard just thinking about it. My viral load is high right now, you know. Very potent. I'm hard just thinking about shooting that toxic load deep into your ass and finally giving you what you've been begging for." He leans in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "This isn't the place for this conversation. But tonight... meet me at the gay bar down the street at 7. We can have a drink and talk. Properly." He releases your chin and steps back, his professional mask sliding back into place, though the fire in his eyes remains. "And maybe, just maybe, we'll come up with a solution to your problem." You leave the clinic, your mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming meeting.

I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserves, so I haven't been online as much as I’d like. But I want to tell you about the last time my boyfriend Steve and I went out to play. We didn't really have anything in mind other than both being horny and hoping to meet up with someone into threesomes. We went to JR’s which isn't really our favorite place—too crowded and snooty. But the guys who go there are usually cute. It seems to attract a younger crowd than most places in Dallas. We met this kid who turned out to be a senior at SMU. So I'm thinking he's 21 or 22 at the oldest. His name was Brian. He was kinda short—5'7”—curly brown hair, with a big smile, and great personality. Besides that he had a cute Butt and a nice bulge in his Levi’s. We talked a while—each bought the others a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud; and besides, Steve and I wanted to do more than talk. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a joint. We walked and talked, sharing the weed as we went. Steve got right to the point and asked Brian if the three of us could go over to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying, and it wasn't too far. The guy jumped at the suggestion. We hopped in Steve's car and drove over. When we got in his room we fell on the bed in a tangle. We were all over each other. He was obviously horny, feeling good, and ready to play. Of course, we wanted to POZ him. We got out of our duds pretty quickly. Steve and I went to work on Brian. I sucked his Dick, and Steve licked his Balls. I swung around to the 69 position, more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my Dick sucked. Steve took the cue and turned his attention to Brian's Ass. He poked his tongue in good and deep and pulled Brian back upon him. Brian moaned, having the time of his life—and, more important, let his guard down. I moved off his Dick to lick his Balls—nibbling them gently so that Brian couldn’t decide if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Steve had two fingers up Brian’s Butt, and the Youth responded by alternately rimming and finger-fucking me. Steve changed position. His Dick was aimed squarely at Brian's Butthole. Steve spat into his palm, held it out to me, and my saliva blended with his. He rubbed our Spit onto his Shat and Brian's Manpussy and plowed in. "Don't you have a condom?" Brian didn't like being barebacked. "You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch anything from you, am I?" Steve had to throw him off guard. “I’m clean. And I always fuck safe." Damn, I coulda shot right then! My face was inches away from where my Boyfriend's Dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy guy. I knew Steve was aiming to POZ him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I went to work on his Balls and Nips while kissing him—keeping him distracted while Steve went in for the Kill. Steve tensed up and got that glassy look he always does when he’s about to shoot. After Steve pulled out, I slipped in. I love fucking a Dude whom someone’s just Creamed. It's so hot screwing a NEG Manhole bathed in the Lube of another’s POZ Cum. I was so boned up I didn't last long. Steve and I lay down on our bellies, and Brian fucked us. He felt good inside me—even though I'd just shot my Wad. What may have been the last NEG Load of his nubile life erupted in Steven. We all dozed on his bed for a while. When we awoke it was time for Round Two. Again Stevie and I fucked our POZ Loads into him. I went first. Again Brian waited until he had both our Loads in him before he shot—fucking his creamy NEG spooge into me. We wished Brian well at SMU (and prayed that we’d POZZED him). When we got home we were still horned over sharing the Gift that Keeps on Giving. We had to celebrate by Trading Strains one more time.

I woke up this morning extremely horny. I’m bi married, not on prep currently as I hadn’t been hooking yo with anyone in the past year. Also hadn’t been fucking the wife due to some medical issues she had so she prefers my tongue. I went to gym, swam, showered, douched and headed out to run some errands. After the first one there was a guy on sniffles not far from where I was. He was hosting and looking eat someone’s and suck their dick. I hadn’t blown my load in a while so I said why not. I got to his place, he was hot, clean, and hung. I dropped my shorts so he could start sucking me and started rubbing his cock. After a few he turned me around so he could eat my ass. His tongue was really working my hole for like 10 minutes then I felt him licking up my back and his cock started pushing at my hole. I hadn’t planned to bottom but it felt so good. I started to pull away a bit since he was still bare but he fingered my hole some more and then lined back up. my ass was wet and he pushed his head into me. Once that happened I moaned and tried to relax to take more of him. he continued fucking me for a few morning minutes until he tensed up and blew his load on my ass. I felt it hot in my hole and couldn’t believe I let him breed me raw unprotected. i was still horny so I rolled over sitting on his couch, his load dripping from my hole. He started sucking my cock and I blew my load down his throat. I had to run as I needed to get home. We saved eachother on sniffles and said we’ll fuck again. that was only the first load I took that day …. i went home and took a doxy and started taking my prep again. I have a feeling it won’t be the last load …

continued Standing on the patio with everyone with their shirts off, my uncle behind me rubbing his crotch in my ass crack and his hands reaching around front and down my crotch with the top button on my jeans undone, I looked the three guys across from me, in particular the dirty blonde stud, and said, “let’s go fuck.” They smiled and said, “right behind ya.” I turned and began to walk to the door from the patio to the inside, the others followed me. As we were snaking our way back inside, the eyes of the others turned towards us as we reach up to put our shirts back on. Winding my way through the bar to the front door we placed our glasses on the bar and walked across the street to the bathhouse. Entering the door, the man at the desk buzzed my uncle and I in as the three others opened their wallets for their IDs and cash. My uncle and I passed through the door and climbed the stairs, unlocked the door to our room and with the door open, stripped, He grabbed my cock, slowly stroking it and I reached for his massive tool with my left hand as I reached to tweak his nipple with my right. He nodded and we exits the room to made our way totally naked back to the video room. He sat on the bench, leaned back, spread his legs and began to watch the porn playing on the screen. I sat next to him and watched two men in their 30s fucking around in the room. After a few minutes, the three men, wrapped in their towels, entered the room, One man immediately dropped to his knees and began to service my uncle while the other two lifted me, one kneeling and taking my cock into his mouth while the other slid behind me, reached around and began to play with my nipples. The man was a skilled cock sucker and my tool hardened quickly. The man behind me continued to grind his cock into my ass and I could feel it getting stiff. The man kneeling and sucking my uncle stood and said, “let go to our room.” My uncle stood and we all filed out of the video room and into the hall. We walked down the hall to the room that the three had rented. Opening the door the tv was playing porn. All five entered and the door shut. I looked over to the table and two large jars of elbo grease were open. I reached in and took some grease and began to message my cock. The blonde man had a huge cock which he lathered up with elbo grease. He pressed me towards the bed. I lodged up next to the bed and bent over. Another guy grabbed his phone and began to make content as the dirty blonde rubbed his cock up and down my crack and began to slowly enter my hole. Uncle move behind the dark haired dude who was across from me and slapped his cock against his crack. Dropping a load of spit on his cock, unc began to work his massive tool into the hole of the dude across from me. He reached over to me, took me head, and began to force his tongue into my mouth. With a cock in my hole and a 30 something tongue in my mouth, getting spir roasted, I was getting started. I looked over to my uncle and he nodded as he began to work the man’s hole. With the dirly blonde thrusting in and out of my hole, I watched as the dude my uncle was fucking flipped onto his back. Watching with delight, I gazed at his defined chest and followed his treasure trail down his cock and crack which was in the process of being destroyed by my uncle. He had his ankles firmly in his hands, his ass lifted slightly off the mattress, and was thrusting into his hole. My uncle’s cock and balls slapping against his ass caused my cock to stiffen. I looked across at the man’s crotch and noticed a scorpion below his navel. Liking what I saw, and actively worked to become a power bottom. Watching my uncle destroy the dudes ass, feeling the cock thrusting in and out of my hole, seeing the scorpion tattoo. Looking over at the dude filming our content. I knew the night was just beginning. I was not going to cum, not allow the dude in me to cum. We were going to be flipping and making great content. The dude across from me was moaning and I watched as my uncle’s massive cock pulled out of his hole, my uncle walked across the room and opened the door so other’s could watch or join in the fuckfest. Strutting back toward his waiting hole, he returning to the pounding as other began to watch from the doorway. The dude with the phone was focusing on my teen hole getting reamed and my uncle skillfully destroying the hole of the dude across from me. Fixing my eyes on the scorpion above the crotch of the dude my uncle was fucking, I began to take in the smell of the poppers and sweat in the room, and listen to the beat of the music playing in the backround. As people gathered at the door I noticed the dude with the biohazard tatt. His cock was erect and ready for action. He looked at my uncle, who then pulled out of the hole the dude across from me, and walked over and began to work the dudes hole. The biohazard tatt working the scorpion hole made my teen muscle cock want to cum. Not ready to I stood erect and the dude pulled out of my hole. I moved to the head of the bead and watched my uncle fuck the shit out of the scorpion tattooed dude. Another guy, probably in his later 30s, walked into the room, laid on his back, and began to get fucked by the biotat dude. I moved in and shoved my cock down the throat of the dude getting fucked. The biotat dude reached over and began to tweak my nipples. Obviously he was into teen jock meat. I looked over and my uncle nodded his head in agreement. It felt good to have a 30 something playing with my chest as I fucked the dudes throat, and my uncle watching in agreement. His nephew had cum into his own. Out seed was being planted as content was being made. The generational fuck studs where having their desires met. No boundary too far.

I attended a sex party a few weekends ago and had a great time. A married couple host well thought out and planned parties a few times a year. the dress code was non-negotiable. The theme, one-hundred percent naked, cock rings ball stretchers were okay. The guys tend to be around forty and older, fit…. with sizable daddy dicks. No tops, no bottoms, only verse. These parties required an open mind; you had to be comfortable with your sexuality and the type of sex you liked. I was leaning against the bar taking a break. I had just finished pounding a guy and although I didn’t come, I needed to cool down. A nice-looking guy was standing next to me. He stood at least six feet tall, salt-and-pepper hair pushed back by hand. A neatly trimmed beard and mustache complimented the lines in his face, framed by a pair of round eyeglasses. His face read professor. We acknowledged one another and he ordered a drink. He drank two shots of Jack and now cradled his beer mug. We moved closer, pretending we were going to talk and started wet sloppy kissing instead. Our hands and fingers explored each other's hole. My fingers slid in easily, wet and slick…. a sure sign he’d been fucked already. He prodded my hole. Although greased up for play, I hadn’t been fucked yet. He took note gently working two then finally three fingers into me. My moans pushed air into mouth as we continued making out. Finally, he backed off enough to say in a thick Slovic accent, “I need to fuck you”. I bent over the back of the sofa spreading my ass apart. He lined up behind me. On the far wall was a mirror, our eyes locked. He gently pushed into me, and I could feel the pop. That mushroom head was in past my first ring. Reading my expression, he pushed in a little further. My breathing was getting shallow and I was moaning softly. I arced more pushing back, my hole flared open and it was a steady continues glide ending with my ass grinding against his crotch. His chest pressed against my back; he sighed an oh God, pausing to ask if I was doing okay. My hole was stretched wide and he was in me deep. Nodding, I grunted “wreck my hole.” Standing up, he and began. Pulling out almost completely then slamming back in. We fucked for quite a while. I wasn’t going to tap out, and we were oblivious to all the other fucking going on around us. Breaks were long enough for me to hit my poppers and keep going. Soon his strokes became shallow but more rapid. He was getting close. My focus turned to gripping that cock and milking the load. From his sounds, he very much approved. In no time he began to tremble, then bucked unloading deep in my guts. Others around us cheered him, “breed that pig”, one person hissed. Soaked in sweet, he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving to catch more air. Still in me, I squeezed his cock, still hard. He composed himself; stood up and withdrew. We kissed and he disappeared into the throng of naked bodies. I was just getting started and went in search of more.

Prep is liberating but get pozzed is even more liberating. No fear any more.

In deep.

About 2 months ago I started saving my own loads that I planned on using as lube for a big cumdump night. I defrosted the jar but I wound up not using it (except for a little that one guy used to jerk me off.) That left me with a lot of my own jizz that I didn't want to refreeze. The next night I filled a lube injector and shot it as deep in my ass as I could. Put in a butt plug and walked out to a couple of bars with a massive amount of my own cum inside. I had no idea how hot I would find it to essentially fuck and breed myself. I licked out the last bit left in the jar and realized just how good my cum tastes. Between bars, I hooked up with one guy over Sniffies, stopped at his apartment, and sucked down his load. It was a quick bj and I kept my clothes on. He had no idea what I had in my ass and it was awesome. Went to another bar and had a drink, loving the feeling of my own massive loads. Finally went to a place with a dark room, dropped my pants and took out the plug. I sucked it clean and pocketed it for later. I positioned myself over a bench with my cum dripping out (I tried to hold it all in but liked I said, it was a lot.) It was late so it didn't take long for the first guy to fuck me. He must have thought I had been taking dick all night since I was so wet. You know how at the end of the night people are eager to get off and go home. He fucked me fast and added his load. I made it clear what I was there for so 2 more guys did the same. Lights went on so I had to call it a night. I put the plug back in and walked home with those three extra loads added to mine. I think I'm going to start saving my loads and do this again. Now I know how much I love my own cum in me. Of course I'd love to have other guys save up theirs so I could do this with the cum of a bunch of different men. I know that's hard to set up. Photo is my cum in the injector. I swallowed what I couldn't fit in it. I was surprised at either the small capacity of it OR the huge amount of cum I can wank over a couple of weeks. If you're a guy who saves his loads, I'd love to take yours or maybe trade.

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I just loaded up a hot Latino bubble butt in the same hotel as I stay. He waited for me ass up face down on his bed with open door

I certainly identify with Dan getting into the submissive headspace. I had a Dom who ordered me to do things before he'd come to my house (or have me come to his office) and put me through the wringer. He even had me shave my entire body below the neck. He said if he felt even one tiny hair anywhere on my body he'd leave immediately. It took forever. I'm not particularly hairy, but I kept being surprised at where there was a stray patch of hair. If he'd told me to suck off men but not let them fuck me I would have been just as obedient as Dan. If you're going to be submissive, being totally submissive is the only way to do it. I also had the experience of getting hit up on a hook up site by a Dom who wanted his sub to come over and suck me off. I've attached a picture of that sub licking my balls. The Dom wanted photographic proof.

Lately, my guys nut’s calculated a surprising 1.69 lbs of semen, 1oz of seed or two tablespoons ejaculated no one remotely close to pulling out 6 guys taken uni dorm, 3 gentle men on business trip, 16 loads from bathhouse BB Bash, went home insatiably addicted to seed and greedily demanded 2 loads from new roomie, (second experience hes starting to find cummy holes irresistible) 27 loads, there’s 16 oz in a lb, so my guts revived pumped 1.69 lbs of cum on cumfest Friday the 13th. The drip was real. Cumfarting all day only made the restroom smell like semen, and me more horny.

For the rest of the week that is how my day would go. Daddy would fuck me twice a day, once at night and then again the next morning. He would scrape me with his fingernails most of the time and twice he used the toothbrush. Often times it was him mounting me and cumming in me. Others it was more passionate with kissing and making out. Each day after class I would go to the Hamilton building and go down into the basement level bathroom and suck guys off. It was a mix of some students and other older faculty men. Daddy told me to suck off at least 3 guys each day in that bathroom. It seemed by Friday there were a lot more men in the bathroom. I ended up sucking off 5 guys that day. I looked up the posting where I found out about the bathroom and someone posted that a young student fitting my description was giving amazing blow jobs. I guess it was getting to be popular. There was also another bathroom on another part of campus that had a bathroom that had more action. Friday night we both got home late. I waited up for Rick and we talked about our day. We were both tired and went to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up to being on my stomach and feeling his fingernails in me. Then I felt him ramming his hard cock into me. I yelled out in pain as he plunged into me with no lube. He fucked me hard, no kissing no foreplay just ramming into me. It hurt but I took it and just grunted and pushed back. After a few minutes my ass started to relax and that with him running over my prostate my grunts turned into moans. It still hurt as I felt each thrust rip open each rip in my hole from his fingernails. He kept up his pace fucking me deep breaching my second hole and when he pulled back he pulled the hole out. He kept that stroke up for a while. "Fuck your cunt is milking me baby. Your pussy feels so good."he said He started picking up his pace and his breathing getting faster and soon enough he moaned and I felt his spasm in me and jettison his load of hot cum in me. As I felt it splash my innards I came as well squeezing his cock like a vise. I moaned deeply as I came. He moaned loudly "Ohhhh fuck your cunt is so tight, milk me boy" he said as he picked up his paced doing deep short strokes enjoying my grip on his meat. After a few minutes of this he slowed down and then pulled out. I turned around and there was cum and blood covering his cock. I opened my mouth and cleaned him off stroking and milking his cock and deep throating him. "OHhhh yeah milk me boy. Fuck you are an expert cock sucker now" he said moaning more and pushing his ramrod banging my tonsils. I gagged a bit and then quickly recovered deep throating his meat. He started to get sensitive and he pulled out. He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. He put the plug in, turned me over and licked my cum off the sheets. We cuddled and went back to sleep. I am content.

**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** My previous story “The Ten” in intertwined with this story. You can read that here: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ CHAPTER 7: “AT LAST…IT HAD TO BE HIM” Matthew Hill, MD and the nurse from his practice, Keith, who featured prominently in the airplane dream Dr. Hill had, waited by the baggage carousel for Dr’s bags. Matthew had met his handsome nurse and poz alpha predator Keith at the airport and blurted out what Keith had longed to hear – that it was Keith’s powerful strain of HIV that the young doctor wanted to get him over the line. Keith had waited a long time to hear that – ever since he fucked the young med student through the glory hole at the infamous bathhouse back in college. Oh, Keith knew who he was fucking then, and he knew who Matthew was when he went for the nursing job in his office. He took special pleasure and pride in pozzing up the ones who initially resisted…it was a personal challenge to him to break down the defenses and to get his infected seed deep up a guy’s hole and into the bloodstream where it can flourish. Turning guys poz was an indescribable and hedonistic delight, and once poz, as every member of The Ten finds out, it becomes a basic necessity to spread the gift of HIV as often as possible, to as many as possible. Keith, and all of The Ten, was part of that new community of poz brothers, impelled by sheer biological need to replicate their viral status. And spreading it was something Keith was especially good at, as evidenced by the 7 dark X’s tattoed across his furry belly. He was pozfather to at least 70 guys already but this latest endeavor with Matthew would be extra special for him. “I don’t know, “Matthew began, still waiting for the bags to arrive, and after a few moments of an uncomfortable silence, “it doesn’t make sense medically, but maybe I was waiting somehow for you to be the one.” He leaned in close to Keith who wrapped his muscular hairy arms around the young doctor and whispered to him “I know I’ve been waiting….all this time so conflicted – wanting you to go poz from one of the other guys, but at the same time, hoping against hope you’d have to come to me to make it happen. And now it will happen.” Finally, they gathered up the luggage and went out to Keith’s car parked in the airport garage, but instead of the front seats, they both headed for the back seats. Keith was going to plant the poz flag into Matthew’s ass right here and now, in the parking garage. His thick cock strained against his jeans and as Matthew undid the button-fly and released the pozzing tool, the 0g PA glistened in the faint light of the parking garage. As Matthew went to get in the back seat of the car, Keith interrupted him: “Change of plans - no, not in the car - up against that column!” pointing to a cement pillar. The young doctor did as he was told and leaned up against the pillar, dropping his trousers and exposing his round little hole for the poz predator man about to inseminate him. “Risky fucking is so much more hot, I’m gonna seed you all over town, starting here in this garage,” Keith said, as cars passed by on their way to parking spaces, the two men fucking in the corner, only partially shielded by the other vehicles. If anyone came to claim their car in the vicinity of the pair of writhing sex gods, they’d get quite an eyeful and earful, as Keith plunges his pierced toxic AIDS-gun deep inside Matthew’s hole, a deep and violent hip thrust accompanying the entry into the young doctor’s pussy. “Yeah, I got a three-day load saved up…it’s been years since I went more than a few hours without spreading my seed…ever since I pozzed up, you just need to breed and replicate. But I held off for you, Matthew” Keith exclaimed, pistoning his fat poz dick in and out of the doctor’s hole. “Getting close, whore,” he said as his breathing heightened and Matthew’s moans of pleasure and pain filled the stagnant air of the garage. Keith unloaded his massive three-day load of HIV deep up the doctor’s cunt, slamming his body against the cold concrete column. It was only after a few more minutes of grinding and thrusting that Keith withdrew the pozzing tool, dripping with lube and a few drops of toxic seed, some of which was from Solomon, the motel clerk, and Mitch Greene from Boston, which fell onto the dirty garage floor. Matthew saw this and got down and licked the drops of precious semen off the dirty, oil-stained garage floor. This surprised even a pozzing pro like Keith, who admired the young doctor’s dedication in not wasting a drop of the viral prize. As the two disentangled themselves and pulled their clothes back on, a round of applause rang out and they turned around to see 2 older guys, each around 70, wheeling luggage behind them, and obviously a long-term couple, smiling and one saying to the other: “Remember, Bill, when we were pigs like that!” and they went on their way. Getting back into the car, the two of them exited the garage, Matthew’s head resting in Keith’s lap and reaching a hand into Keith’s unzipped shorts and holding the poz penis that Matthew knew would bring him into the beautiful brotherhood of poz men seeded and pozzed by The Ten, which had chapters all over the world now. How many men the world over have been impregnated with HIV by The Ten, Matthew wondered as Keith silently drove. Few words were exchanged, but Matthew and Keith already felt the deep bond of chaser and pozzer. Keith drove on, and eventually arrived at the next pozzing spot he had planned – the old bathhouse where over 10 years’ prior, Keith first fucked and bred Matthew through a glory hole – the special glory hole that local chasers knew, and still know, is where you go for a toxic load of cum in one’s hole. And so it was in less than 15 minutes later that Keith deposited the second enormous load of toxic poz cum deep up the cunt of his employer, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill. But of course, for a alpha poz predator like Keith, 2 fucks was never gonna be enough, especially after waiting 3 days to unload, which might not be a long time for most guys, but for a poz predator breeding machine like Keith, it felt like an eternity. After a brief rest in their shared tiny compartment at the sex club, Keith led Matthew to an open area where live sex shows would occasionally be held. Propping him on the fuck bench with his hole, already laden with two HIV loads, was exposed for the gathered clientele to see. Keith made an announcement that brought all the men over to where they were. “Hi boys, I’m gonna fuck and breed my boyfriend here with a big poz load of cum. You’re free to use his mouth if you want, but his hole is for me and me alone, so we know for sure I’m the one who upgrades that ass to poz status!” With that, men formed a line at Matthew’s mouth and by the time Keith had gotten his cock into the hole for the 3rd time today and started to thrust, Matthew had already taken 3 loads of stranger cum in his mouth. The mouth assault continued as Keith neared his inevitable poz climax and with heaving thrusts and loud bellows, he loaded the young doctor up with a third unmedicated volley of poz seed, while Matthew’s mouth worked overtime to serve the row of men lined up. He took 12 loads of rando cum down his throat to match the 3 AIDS-brews Keith dumped in his hole. “Thanks, guys,! Keith called out as the last man, an elder Daddy of about 80, shuddered and shook and shot his load into the doctor’s mouth. “Show’s over,” gotta get this whore home and continue the breeding program!” Once they got back to Keith’s apartment, he threw Matthew onto the bed. “Yeah, whore, all that risky sex gets me so fucking hot,” Keith remarked, pulling down Matthew’s trousers and opening up his legs to reveal a well-worn hole, beads of sweat and cum clinging to the lightly furry opening. Keith dove his tongue deep into the cunt of his prey, now a perfect O-shaped repository for his viral, unmedicated AIDS-seed. His fat pierced cock growing to full-mast yet again, Keith plunged it up the doctor’s worn out pussy and resumed the deep, methodical unmerciful pillaging of Matthew’s insides, more HIV-laden pre-cum already flowing from Keith’s engorged cockhead into the young doctor’s negative hole, and then soon followed by yet more cumsplosions of virus deep up the doctor’s guts. Keith added a few more deep thrusting motions for good luck and as he withdrew, he replaced his dripping pozzing tool with a buttplug to keep all the beautiful HIV jizz inside the young doctor, soaking into his bloodstream. Keith felt like finally, after literally hundreds of loads from scores of toxic poz men, that his employer, the young doctor, would finally see 2 bright red lines on the home test in three weeks, and finally see an official lab confirmation a few days after that. But he was having too much fun impregnating the young doctor, once such a fierce condom and “safe-sex” advocate, and doing so in all sorts of risky places: One night they snuck into their old college dormitory, now co-ed, after being male-only when they were in school. The showers on the 4th floor was where Keith got pozzed way back over 10 years ago by Ric and/or Mateo. He remembered those days fondly, for the thrill of his chase, while not as long as Matthew’s was today, still gave him such excitement even after all these years. Once Keith did poz up, the virus was near-unstoppable inside him in the quest to be spread to as many men as Keith could. That night in the glory hole where he first bred Matthew he remembered fondly, as that was the first sex after he got over his fuck flu. His strain was especially virulent so soon after infection, and he fucked and bred 5 guys that night, the young med student Matthew being the last one. Oh, he knew who Matthew was then -- he was the one Ric and Mateo couldn’t get to, and it filled him with devilish glee that his poz cum was first up inside the young Matthew and not his makers Ric and Mateo. After the escapade back at the dorm showers, he dragged Matthew out to the track oval and in the dim light of 2am, fucked him and sent another AIDS-armada deep up Matthew’s cunt, right there in the open. Was anyone watching? Keith didn’t care. His bug demanded to be spread, where and when it wanted. And more risky encounters followed: The back of the abandoned mall, the restroom of a fancy restaurant, the aerial tram up the mountain from Palm Springs…guys coming down the mountain in the other tram got an eyeful and broke into cheers and applause as they passed the two men writhing and fucking suspended in the air. By this time, Keith had been inseminating Matthew a few times per day for several weeks. The big “retirement from pozzing” party for Eric in Lake Tahoe was coming up and Keith knew his BF (for they were BFs by now), would surely get many toxic loads there. Poz disruptors like Randy, Sir Mack, 5-shot Frankie and others were all going to be there…but he was determined to be the pozzer of Matthew and so when Dr. Matthew Hill came down with flu-like symptoms and took to bed for a few days, Keith smiled with pride at his handiwork, which they later confirmed with the home test and two bright lines! “Thank you, thank you!” was all the young doctor, laden with 102F fever and chills could say as Keith stroked his hair and fed him chicken soup. Their bond complete, Keith and Matthew went from being “Doctor and Nurse,” or ‘Employer/Employee,” to lifelong partners. So when the Tahoe weekend rolled around, Keith brought along Matthew and they pretended Matthew was still negative…they’d spring the happy news of the poz test at the end of the weekend, so Keith could claim his prize. Matthew spent the Tahoe weekend being passed around and used at will by the gang of poz toxic men. He was thrilled to take repeated loads from his friends Sir Mack and Frankie as well as the original pozfather of this group of The Ten, Eric the tattoo artist, and his patient Randy, now joined to Matthew as poz brothers carrying Keith’s potent HIV seed inside them. On the final night of rampant fucking, Keith announced to all there that the young doctor got his positive results and proudly displayed the 3 home tests they took. They handed one of them to Eric, for Matthew Hill had decided his first poz-centric tattoo would be one of the test kit with it’s 2 bright red lines, the lines being barbed-wire and pointy, a few tiny drops of blood dripping from them. All the assembled pozzers broke out in applause at Matthew’s conversion and he and Keith left Tahoe and all the way back to L.A. in the car, they hardly said anything, but their connection and bond was unmistakable. Matthew’s conversion was long – years and years, actually, with hundreds of poz-toxic loads in the process, from many men. He surmised it had actually begun by knowing Ric and Mateo all those years ago in college – the seed being planted in his mind, if not his hole. A few weeks later, a beautiful “Happy Father’s Day” card arrived in the mail for Keith, from Ric and Mateo, living their best poz life on the ranch. Circles closed and completed, with new ones forming - the poz brotherhood and Matthew continued on in his thriving medical practice serving out, proud, poz men - some on meds, some not, he understood now the pull of poz, having experienced it for himself. Naturally, Keith and now Matthew continued to poz up chasers at will, bringing more and more men into the wonderful poz brotherhood. It made him a much better doctor, and he and Keith worked side-by-side in the practice for years to come, in love and proudly POZ. THE END

On Wednesday I met a leather dom top and friend. I arrived and got practically raped as my pants were taken off and got bound to his bed over a few pillows. Tied up my balls tight. They went to town on my ass for when it seems an hour. Got a few good loads after my hole was wrecked. Still sore today

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When I started jerking off at 11

(Based on a true story) 1993 I was at The Dixie Queen, ("DQ"), which was the sleaziest bar in my mid-sized city. I'd heard it called a 'cruise bar' and as a 'leather bar', but it was really just a place you went to when you were horny. Guys from New York or Chicago would laugh at how tame it was, but I found the place thrilling, and as it was located midway between work and my house, I went there quite frequently. The men who frequented DQ were definitely not pretty, and also didn't dress like models. In fact, most of them seemed a little dirty -- which was fine by me. Anyway -- I was sitting at a table next to my friend Brad with whom I sometimes went home. He was a giant guy who worked as a bouncer at DQ some nights. I had a feeling our friendship would soon come to an end as I know he wanted us to be actual boyfriends and I just knew it was not meant to be. Our nights together usually consisted of Brad cooing I was his boy as I sucked him off. He told me more than once that I was the only person who had ever deep-throated him completely. It's not like I was an expert or anything -- I was just so turned-on by his 6'6" frame and impressive dick and the safe opportunity to swallow his cum. The problem was I didn't want to let him fuck me. I also wondered how in the world I would ever take him home to meet my parents or my friends or my co-workers. Brad was just so big and sorta odd-looking. So we were sharing a pitcher of beer, and he was massaging my leg. Out of the blue he asked "Will you marry me?" I was a little buzzed and mentally went through all the possible responses I had in my brain, but instead of a carefully reply, I simply blurted "Yes." To celebrate, Brad bought shots for the two of us, the bartender and for a few people nearby. I swallowed the drink with a guilty conscience, knowing there was no way we would ever be a couple. Or could we? I loved his big body and his size 16 feet. I loved the taste of his cum which was always a little bitter thanks to all the coffee he drank and the cigarettes he smoked. I was also fond of the piss fetish we both seemed to be developing. A few times he'd unzip his fly and put a few squirts of urine into my drink. And one night, he pissed all over my discarded clothes on the floor so I couldn't leave and would have to spend the night with him. I should maybe really commit to Brad, shouldn't I? No. It would never work....and I knew that in my soul. The place started filling up fast. It was, after all, Friday night. Quite soon we were surrounded by rowdy dudes who had made the rounds of the local bars, and the ambient noise level prohibited conversation with even the person seated next to one - for which I suppose I was grateful, if only because serious conversations simply couldn't be undertaken. At this point I really needed to take a piss, to I mouthed 'bathroom' to Brad and disappeared into the throng. Good God, it was crowded. I managed my way through to the restroom and of course there was a line. By the time I was done there was huge throng of guys blocking me from my seat next to Brad. I stood still and looked around. I was near the bar so I made my way there to order a beer. Luckily the bartender knew me pretty well and went out of his way to serve me in this mess. (It pays to tip well.) I stood there and sipped contentedly, knowing I was already past my limit. Then some young guy touched my back and asked "Hi, having a good time?" "Yeah" I lied. "You look sad." "A few minutes ago I received a marriage proposal." After he looked me up and down he asked "By how many guys?" I smiled. He was probably around my age or maybe a year younger. While he was thin and wore glasses, I wouldn't label him a 'nerd'. "I'm Bobby and I want you to come join our party downstairs. I insist." "Well, okay." I never went to the basement of this place. I like nasty thugs as much as the next guy, but he men who went down there were always old and into bondage and role-play and shit I that didn't interest me. In addition, the basement smelled like a gerbil cage. Oh, and the staircase was so steep I was somewhat concerned I'd stumble and fall, making an ass of myself. But on this occasion, notwithstanding the amount I'd had to drink, I made it down the staircase without mishap and followed Bobby to a large table at which several guys were seated, and who were sharing three pitchers of beer. Bobby introduced me saying "This is ---- oh fuck, what's your name?" "Hi, I'm Curt." We all exchanged nods and greetings. I looked at all of them. Not a dud in the bunch. I was particularly attracted to one Latin guy who was bearded and and a bit chubby. He had the widest shoulders I'd ever seen on a guy his size. "Curt just got engaged!" "No, no," I corrected "I got proposed to." "Well, whatever. Come have a drink with us." Bobby sat me down in the only empty chair which was right next to the Latin I'd been subtly ogling. Bobby remained standing and would disappear every so often to deliver shots to us all. I must have been pretty drunk because I picked up one of the pitchers and drank from the rim of it. Looks were exchanged around the table, but I didn't care too much. Bobby stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders. "Don't get too wasted, Curt. We're all going to the hot tub now!" I took one more swig from the nearest pitcher and said, "Let's go!" I only briefly thought of Brad as we made our way out into the night air. Turns out we were going to a condo which was a short walk from the front door. I don't remember too much about the trip. The next thing I knew, we were all stripping naked around a giant hot tub -- or a jacuzzi. What was the difference? The bubbling, blue water looked so inviting. I was the first in, and the others plopped down around me. It was so nice that I was afraid Id go to sleep and drown. Somebody (probably Bobby) pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose. I took a whiff. It made me dizzy, but less sleepy. I looked around and saw all the bare chests. This was heaven. Then I noticed some bare cock heads popping up from the water like periscopes. And some toes. Heaven indeed. I felt the urge to go under water...and to float in this nirvana. I did. It felt like a dream. "Whoa. Let's get him out," somebody said. Several wet hands lifted me onto a wide wooden bench covered with white towels. I could still hear the bubbles. The a giant body covered me with hairy warmth. It was the big Latin guy on whom I had a crush. I might be reluctant to marry Brad, but I'd definitely marry the Latin who, at this moment, first addressed me saying, somewhat cryptically,, "This ain't going to be easy." I didn't know what he meant because I was busy kneading his big ass cheeks and enjoying the sensation of his controlling weight on my body. And then he prodded his big cock head into me. I yelled, but one of the other dudes clamped a towel over my mouth while somebody else secured my shoulders, preventing me from squirming away from the Latin who continued pumping my ass. Not once did it felt good. I tried to remember how hot I thought he was earlier, but it didn't matter now. Funny how that works? And it was only a minute later that he finished up with a loud grunt. Bobby whispered into my ear: "He's the biggest, so the rest won't hurt as much." The rest? After that every dude fucked me on that bench. And, as far as I could tell, not one used a condom, nor was even one of the encounters even slightly pleasurable. An then Bobby was in me. I remember thinking he looked much cuter without his glasses, and in any event, he kissed me passionately, and fucked me as vigorously as the rest of the guys, but unlike the other guys, I actually enjoyed being fucked by Bobby. Looking back I think his cock was ramming my prostate on each down stroke - which, of course made all the difference, and taught me why many guys crave being fucked. Afterward Bobby blew and we caught our breath, he helped me to my feet and we all dressed - in an awkward silence. I couldn't help but notice my legs were smeared with blood and cum. Bobby walked me out. "You've got several HIV loads inside your ass, including mine. We all do this to a different young guy every weekend, but I need you to know that you are very sweet and cute. If I didn't have a lover, I'd ask you out." "Which one is your lover?" "He was the second guy to fuck you. Let me drive you home, okay? You are out of it and still bleeding," he remarked, gesturing at my feet. A little trail of bright red droplets glistened in the deck lighting. Bobby dropped me off at my place, he promised to help me come get my car over the weekend. "By the way, I'm sorry your engagement didn't work out."

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PART THREE: Of DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II The three-block walk to Felix’s apartment was a delicious tease for Felix. And a slow burn for the three guys that were following behind him. “You should walk in front of us,” Logan ordered as they left the park. His voice a low, playful rumble as he and his two boys, Tiago and Dreddy, catcalled Felix. Felix laughed, a light and airy sound, and did exactly as he was told. “Yeah. We gotta plan what we’re about to do to that ass,” Tiago added, sun glinting off his aviator sunglasses. Dreddy let out a long, appreciative whistle. “Damn! Wherever this fine ass boy is going, lead the way!” Maybe it was the knowledge that his ass was still slick with precum, or the weight of three pairs of predatory eyes on him, but Felix felt his skin begin to glow, radiating a filthy energy that he hoped anyone passing by could sense. He was careful not to strut too much, not to roll his hips with exaggerated flair, but he was absolutely putting on a show for the boys. “Bro, this kid’s head game…” Dreddy shook his head. Tiago groaned, “So good.” Logan had taken off his shirt and draped it over his shoulder. He sighed, “Well yeah, it’s good but is it fuckin’ good?” Felix kept walking but turned around and shot a playfully dirty look to Logan. “Okay.” Felix held back his smile, “I gotchu. But when you got no choice but to gimme that nut…” The boys yelped and laughed. “Keep it up. Smart mouths don’t get fed.” Logan taunted. Felix shot a half look over his shoulder, pouting his lip. Tiago nudged Logan and whispered, “We about to tear this bitch up right?” “And make sure the little faggot doesn’t forget.” Logan answered. People stared curiously at all of them as they walked by. The man sweeping the sidewalk did because of the dirty things he thought he heard. Some, like the woman waiting to cross the street at the corner with them, was more cautious of three dudes who looked like they had nothing better to do than bad. Felix slid the key into the lock, then paused, his other hand resting on the door knob. He looked over his shoulder, a little smile on his lips. “I am about to let three strange dudes into my apartment. Is that a good idea?” Logan leaned in, his breath hot against Felix’s ear. “It’s that or we just force ourselves in.” Felix pushed his ass back, grinding it against the hard length in Logan’s pants, and playfully quipped, “Oh no, help me.” He pushed the door open, and they all spilled into the darkness. His studio apartment was already in “party mode,” the curtains drawn tight, allowing the purple and pink LED strips he’d rigged around the king-sized bed to take full control of the shadows. The air smelled faintly of incense. "Welcome to the party," he breathed, kicking off his shoes. Logan whistled low, his eyes adjusting to the colored light. "Hope you don’t have thin walls, cause what we got in mind…" Dreddy crashed onto the couch, spreading his arms wide across the back. "Fuck yeah. Lemme connect to your speaker…." Felix sauntered to his kitchen counter where his little black box was waiting. He pulled out the bottle of G, a can of soda, and four shot glasses. "Who's ready to really get this party started?" Tiago was already beside him, his arm sliding around Felix’s waist slowly and firmly pulled him close. "Papi, you read my fucking mind." Felix measured out the doses, each of the boys calling out their preference. He measured each one carefully, then added a little bit more to each. “Just in case,” he whispered to himself. They all knocked them back, the liquid burning a sweet path down their throats. Felix took out his bong, and Dreddy packed the bowl with crystal. They started passing it around. “I’m gonna rinse off really quick,” Felix announced, his lips already forming a seal around the mouthpiece of the bong. Logan held the torch flame, his eyes fixed on Felix with a wild, excited glint. “Keep going…” he urged, his voice a low growl. Felix slowed his inhale just a bit, savoring the rush. “A little more…” Logan bit his lip, his hand disappearing into his pants to adjust his growing cock. He gave a sharp nod to Felix. The exhale was a masterpiece. Felix drew it out, his mouth forming a perfect “O” as he blew a thick, white dragon of smoke that snaked through the air. The boys cheered, their voices rough with admiration and arousal. Impressed, and more than a little turned on, they quickly started shedding their clothes, their bodies emerging as masculine silhouettes. Felix glanced back at them in admiration. Wow, he thought, I am one lucky little bitch. Logan put porn on the TV, finding a gangbang video. “Dude this dope I got is fire, right?” Tiago said between two rapid hits. Dreddy reached into the leg of his shorts, giving his cock long slow strokes. “Is that’s whats gettin’ me brick right now or is it that hot little piece of ass?” Logan cut a line of Tina and snorted it with a dollar bill. The immediate sting behind his eye took his focus for a few seconds. Tiago and Dreddy stared at him, mouths open. “Why?... but that fuckin’ hurts” they both stammered. Logan shook his head out and shrugged, “it ain’t no thing.” Then he gestured towards the bathroom, “it’s that piece of ass. It’s fuckin’ beautiful.” His friends looked at him again, surprised. They exchanged a look of confusion and both silently agreed to not ask any questions. The three of them took their cocks out and started jerking off. They were silent as they watched the porn. Then Logan said, “We’re gonna breed that pussy, you know….” The boys grunted in agreement. Exactly fifteen minutes later, the timer on Felix’s phone chimed. He was out of the shower, his skin still damp and flushed. Knowing they would demand he take them off or simply rip them away, Felix slipped on a pair of small, tight blue shorts that left nothing to the imagination before walking back into the main room. A nice, warm swirl was peaking in all of them from the G. The world got softer, the air felt warmer, and the only thing that seemed to matter was Felix and the three pairs of eyes devouring him. Dreddy had put on some music, something with a deep, hypnotic bass that vibrated through the floor. Combined with the liquid, hot feeling the G gave him, Felix was unaware that he was slowly grooving to the beat. His eyes were half-closed, lost in the music and the intoxicating feeling of being watched. Logan had his hands in his boxers, stroking his cock, the head of which you could partially see through the slit. He had to remind himself that this was actually happening. The beautiful little faggot from high school, the one he’d fantasized about for years, could do all this. All this for him. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. “Dance for us.” Felix’s movements became more exaggerated, his eyes still closed, simply obeying Logan’s command. He ran his hands up his own thighs, over the curve of his ass, up his stomach, and through to his neck. His skin was on fire. He could see them in his mind’s eye, a wall of masculine energy on the couch: Logan in the middle, Tiago to his right, Dreddy to his left. They were all leaning forward, their eyes dark and hungry. "Damn, Felix," Logan's voice was a low rumble. "Look at you." Felix loved touching himself, his hands roaming his own body, pinching his nipples until they pebbled, stroking his own hard dick through the thin fabric of the shorts. A slow, dirty smile spread across Felix’s face. He turned his back to them and bent over, his hands on his knees, snaking his lower back through one delicious arch after another. He ran his thumbs around the waistband of his shorts, pulling them out in a tantalizing invitation but not pulling them down. "Take 'em off," Tiago demanded, his voice thick with lust. He was rubbing himself slow and rough. Felix just shook his head, a teasing grin on his face. He danced closer, right in front of the couch, his hips rolling in a figure-eight that was pure sin. He could smell them—their distinct colognes, the faint, sharp scent of their sweat, each one different and intoxicating, getting him impossibly hard. Dreddy leaned forward, his hand shooting out like a viper to grab Felix’s wrist. He pulled him closer, throwing him off-balance so he fell against his legs. "He said take 'em the fuck off," he growled, but a wicked grin was plastered on his face. Felix laughed, a breathy, high-pitched sound. He let Dreddy pull him down, straddling his lap. The G had him floating, and the hard muscle of Dreddy’s thighs under him felt like a perfect anchor. He ground his ass down, feeling Dreddy's already-hard cock pressing insistently against him. "You want this?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Dreddy's ear. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy breathed, his hands gripping Felix’s ass hard enough to leave bruises. Felix started to push his shorts down, but then he felt hands, strong and impatient, ripping them from his body. The fabric tore with a satisfying sound, followed by two hard smacks on his ass that made him yell out as a thick bead of precum oozed from the tip of his dick. “The little bitch likes it!” Dreddy grunted. “Creaming all over me right now.” Then, as if Felix weighed nothing, he sat up, grabbed Felix, and pushed him to the ground. Felix eagerly was on his knees, immediately leaning forward to lick the trail of his own precum off Dreddy’s chiseled abs. Then Dreddy bent down, his face close to Felix’s, and kissed him, hard and possessive. “Now suck our dicks, faggot.” The guys stood up, forming a circle around him as Felix’s hands immediately found their cocks. He started stroking them, slow and firm, feeling their weight and heat in his palms. Logan’s was thick and proud, Tiago’s long and uncut, and Dreddy’s was a fucking monster that made Felix’s hole clench in memory and anticipation. He started to suck each dick, making sure to take the time to worship each one. His hand or his mouth was on a cock at all times. Soon, their cocks glistened with a thick layer of his spit, and Felix slid into a ferocious hunger that had all three guys moaning in unison. “Look at me and open your mouth, faggot,” Logan ordered. Felix tilted his head back, his mouth falling open. Logan spit down, a direct hit into Felix’s waiting mouth, which immediately swallowed his cock, taking it deep into his throat. “Nasty little bitch,” Tiago breathed, his own spit landing on Felix’s cheek. Felix didn’t wipe it away. Instead, he used the head of Tiago’s dick to drag the slick trail to his hungry lips. "You gonna dance on these dicks now?" Logan asked, just as his head rolled back, moans escaping his lips. Felix looked up at the three guys, mouth open. They each started smacking their dicks on his offered up tongue. "I'm gonna dance on all of them." "Get over here," Logan commanded, pointing at the space between him and Tiago on the couch. Felix crawled slowly, his head felt light, almost like a weightless feeling. Then suddenly their bodies closed in, he was excited by the heat that was radiating off them both. Logan’s hands were on him first, rough and possessive, pulling his face up to his. He looked at him with black piercing eyes and spit. It was a claim to Felix. Logan’s cock, thick and heavy, pressed against Felix’s thigh, and for some reason he thought of victory, like every high school fantasy he’d ever had and was now claiming for real this time. Then Tiago was on his other side, he kissed him in a playful way, but his hands were just as demanding. He nipped at Felix’s neck, his long, uncut cock sliding against Felix’s thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum. Tiago inhaled Felix’s skin and then kissed it, inhaled and kissed, a ritual he performed over and over. He was mumbling something but they were all at that part of the high where sound was changed. Felix found their cocks with his hands, stroking both of them in time. Moans escaped his lips. “Listen to this little bitch moan.” Logan licked his spit off of Felix’s face and put it on his tongue. Not quite kissing him though, and that drove Felix wild. “Squeeze that cock harder. Jerk them faster.” Tiago forced a hit of the bong on Felix and the boys all took one too. After Dreddy put the bong down, he moved with a quiet intensity, kneeling behind the couch. Felix felt his presence before he saw him, a shadow that blotted out the colored lights. Then Dreddy’s hands were on his shoulders, pulling him back and up until he was kneeling on the cushions, his ass presented to the room. "Time to dance for real." Dreddy’s voice was a deep rumble that vibrated right through Felix’s spine. Felix felt the blunt, wet head of Dreddy’s cock press against his hole. The pressure was immense, a slow, burning stretch that made Felix’s eyes roll back in his head. As Dreddy pushed in, inch by devastating inch, Felix whined but kept his breath steady. He felt his hole forcing itself to open wider and he let out a deep, guttural moan he didn’t recognize as his own. The guys reacted in pleasure. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy grunted, finally burying himself to the hilt. He held there for a moment, letting Felix adjust, his hands gripping Felix’s hips so hard they felt like they might fuse together. Then he started to move. “Damn! You’re so deep…. Fuck!” Felix said, breathlessly. Each thrust was a seismic event. Felix was pushed forward, his face crashing into Tiago’s lap. Tiago chuckled, grabbing his hair and guiding his mouth onto his cock. "That's it, take it while he fucks you." Felix opened up, his throat relaxing as Tiago slid in, the two cocks filling him from both ends, creating a dizzying, overwhelming pressure that was pure ecstasy. Felix let his saliva drip part ways down the uncut cock in his mouth and then shoved his throat onto it, faster and faster. Logan watched, his eyes dark and hooded, stroking himself. He reached out, twisting Felix’s nipples, pinching them just on the side of pain. "You look so fucking good like this," he growled. "Stuffed full of dick." Felix was lost in a haze of sensation. The second dose of G they did was making everything feel like it was happening in slow motion and fast-forward at the same time. He could feel every vein on Dreddy’s cock as it dragged against his walls, every pulse of Tiago’s dick on his tongue. The room was a symphony of grunts, the wet slap of skin, and the hypnotic bassline. Dreddy pulled out suddenly, leaving Felix feeling empty and gaping. "My turn," Logan said, his voice tight with need. He flipped Felix over onto his back, pulling him to the edge of the couch. He stopped and stared into Felix’s eyes. “Please… please fuck me Logan,” Felix begged. Logan entered him in one smooth, powerful thrust that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. It wasn't the brute-force entry of Dreddy; this was a calculated invasion. Logan’s cock was a perfect, thick instrument of precision, and he knew exactly how to use it. There was an anger in his movements, a sharp, vengeful rhythm that was worlds away from Dreddy’s raw power. He was a jackhammer, a relentless force determined to fuck the memory of high school right out of both of them. With every calculated stroke, the blunt head of his dick slammed directly into that spot deep inside Felix, the one that made his vision blur and his toes curl. It wasn't just fucking; it was a punishment and a reward all at once. Felix wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, his heels digging into the hard muscle of Logan’s ass, pulling him in, demanding more. He met his gaze, and in Logan’s dark, hooded eyes, he saw it all: years of pent-up desire, of locker-room fantasies, of watching him from afar and wanting to own him. It was the most intoxicating thing he had ever felt. “This little faggot hole was right there,” Logan growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against Felix’s ear. His hips never stopped their brutal pace. “All those years… all those times… the hallway… that tight little ass in those jeans… I wanted to do this. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you stupid. You stupid little faggot.” He punctuated his words with a particularly vicious thrust that made Felix cry out. “Did you think about me, faggot? Did you ever lay in your bed at night and touch yourself thinking about my cock? Or were you too busy being a stuck-up little tease?” Logan’s hand shot out, wrapping around Felix’s throat. He didn’t squeeze, not hard enough to cut off air, but the threat was there, a possessive brand. “Look at you now,” he snarled, his eyes burning as he stared down into Felix’s face. “Look at you taking my dick.” His voice soft, Felix said, “I always get what I want.” Then his voice caught in his throat against the hard thrusts Logan began doing. Logan leaned down, his lips brushing against Felix’s. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget it. I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. Every time you try to fuck someone else, you’re gonna be thinking about this. You’re gonna be thinking about me and my boys owning this hole.” Felix could only moan, his body a vessel for Logan’s rage and lust. The G was amplifying everything, turning the sharp, deep strokes into waves of overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. He felt used, degraded, and utterly worshipped. Tell me you’re mine,” Logan demanded, his grip on Felix’s throat tightening just enough to make his pulse pound. “Say it. Say this pussy is mine.” “Yours,” Felix gasped, his voice broken. “It’s yours.” Logan’s lips curled into a cruel, triumphant smile. “Damn right it is.” He slammed into Felix, a punishing thrust that seemed to hit the very center of his being, and held himself there, his cock throbbing. Felix could feel Logan go still, and so he went still. Holding their breath, it was quick, but Felix knew Logan had almost shot his load. Logan was still buried deep inside him, a thick, possessive weight, when Tiago appeared beside him. He didn’t say a word at first, just knelt, his long, uncut cock already hard and glistening. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Felix’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. That’s when Tiago moved to kneel by Felix’s head, feeding his cock back into his mouth. Felix reached up, grabbing his ass, pulling him down, wanting to choke on him, wanting to be used. Tiago’s rhythm was faster now, his hips snapping, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I got my first load for this little spun slut. Get him all nice and high," he warned, his voice strained. Felix just moaned around his length, urging him on. The Tina was making him feel numb and open, allowing Tiago to fuck his face with a new, desperate intensity. Tiago cried out, his body going rigid as he came, flooding Felix’s mouth, hot and salty. Felix swallowed it all, his throat working, his eyes locked on Tiago’s face as it contorted in pleasure. Dreddy, who had been stroking himself the whole time, his eyes burning, stepped forward. He was still impossibly hard. He pulled Felix up from the couch, his strength effortless. "You're not done," he stated. He carried Felix to the bed, the purple and pink lights washing over them. He laid Felix down and crawled on top of him, his massive body covering Felix’s completely. He nudged Logan’s leg. “Move over, man. Let’s really open him up.” Logan, intrigued, shifted to the side, keeping one hand possessively on Felix’s ass. Tiago positioned himself between Felix’s legs, which were still draped over Logan’s lap. He leaned down, not to kiss Felix, but to inspect his handiwork. Felix’s hole was a mess—red, swollen, and leaking a steady stream of precum. “Fuck, look at that pussy,” Tiago breathed, his voice thick with awe. “All used up and begging for more.” He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Felix’s gaping hole. He didn’t use his fingers. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his face against Felix’s ass, his tongue delving deep, lapping at the cum-slick entrance. He ate Felix out, all filthy, sucking and tongue-fucking him, cleaning out cream and mixing it with his own spit.Dreddy and Logan went in for some tastes too. Felix whimpered, his body arching off the bed. The overstimulation was agonizing, but it was also sparking a new fire deep in his gut. He could feel each of their tongues probing him, feel him sucking the cum right out of his ass, and it was the dirtiest, most intimate thing he had ever experienced. Tiago came up for air, his chin shiny with spit and cum. He looked at Logan, a wicked grin on his face. “He’s clean. For now.” He reached for the little pouch again, pulling out a small, crystalline rock. Instead of a shard, he crushed it between his fingers over a small mirror, creating a fine, glittering powder. He looked at Logan, then at Dreddy, who had moved closer to watch. “Let’s get this little faggot spun for real,” Tiago announced. He dipped the head of his hard cock into the powder, coating it in a layer of the crystalline dust. He positioned himself at Felix’s entrance, the Tina-coated head pressing against the swollen, sensitive flesh. With a slow, deliberate push, he sank inside. Felix cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound. It wasn’t a rush; it was a slow, searing burn as the Tina dissolved against his raw inner walls. The fire spread through him, an intense, prickling heat that made his vision sharpen and his nerve endings scream. Every ridge and vein of Tiago’s cock felt like it was carving new pathways of pleasure inside him. “Fuck yeah, you feel that, papi?” Tiago groaned, starting a slow, grinding rhythm, making sure to fuck the chemicals deep into Felix’s system. “That’s the good shit right in your guts.” He pulled out, his cock now slick with spit and the dissolved drug. Dreddy was immediately there, taking his place. He’d already coated his own monstrous cock with more of the crushed Tina. He pushed in, and Felix felt another wave of the searing heat, a fresh layer of chemical fire being layered on top of the first. Dreddy’s size made the sensation overwhelming, a brutal stretch combined with the agonizing pleasure of the drug. “Gonna turn this pussy out,” Dreddy grunted, his strokes long and deep, ensuring every inch of him was coated in the powder and forced into Felix’s hole. Logan watched, his own cock hardening again. He wanted in on this. As Dreddy pulled back, Logan took his turn. He dipped his thick head into the powder, not caring that it was mixed with spit and precum on the mirror. He knelt and drove himself into Felix with one powerful thrust. The burn was immediate and intense, a familiar sting behind his eyes as some of the dust kicked up, but he ignored it, focusing on the way Felix’s body convulsed beneath him. “Look at me,” Logan commanded, his voice a low growl. He started to fuck Felix with a hard, punishing rhythm. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, faggot?” Felix could only moan, a constant, broken sound. He was lost in a chem-fueled haze and his world had narrowed to the feeling of cocks entering him, each one bringing a new wave of fire, a new level of intensity. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his skin slick with sweat, his mind completely wiped blank by the relentless assault. They passed him back and forth like a toy, each taking their turn to coat their dicks in the powder and fuck it into him. Felix’s whimpers turned into guttural sobs of overwhelming ecstasy, his body trembling uncontrollably as they continued to use him, one after the other, again and again. Felix couldn’t remember how but now he was standing at the edge of the bed. Dreddy kissed Felix, a deep, consuming kiss that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. He entered him again, and this time, Felix was ready for him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Dreddy, holding on as the man began to fuck him with a slow, grinding rhythm that was somehow more intense than the pounding from before. Dreddy was fucking the high, the fear, the everything out of him, replacing it with pure sensation. Tiago came up behind him and Logan on the side. They thought the fact Felix was small enough to be picked up and fucked could have been enough, but the fact that he had no choice but to be fucked did it. “Take that big black dick, bitch,” Dreddy taunted. “Yes. Yes I want it,” Felix yelled. Dreddy and Logan exchanged a glance that then involved Tiago, who said, “Awe yes, papi’s. It’s time to split this bitch open.” Dreddy’s cock pushed deep inside Felix and held there, a hot, thick anchor. Felix’s eyes rolled back, a low, guttural “Fuck!” vibrating in his chest. He was so full, stretched to his absolute limit, and the G was turning the pressure into a dizzying, kaleidoscopic pleasure. Logan’s hand shot out, his fingers digging into Felix’s chin, forcing his head up and his eyes open. “Hey, listen. Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, got it?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl, cutting through the haze. “Mhm,” Felix whimpered, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on Logan’s face. “I don’t care if you hear something, feel something, you do not take your eyes off me,” Logan commanded, punctuating his order with a sharp, stinging slap across Felix’s cheek. The impact was a spark of electricity that jolted straight to his dick. Felix moaned, a mix of pain and bliss. “Yes…” Logan slapped him again, harder this time, leaving a warm print on his skin. “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir,” Felix corrected, his voice trembling. “That’s a good faggot,” Logan purred, his face so close their noses almost touched. “My little faggot.” “Yes,” Felix whispered like it was a prayer. Little waves of pleasure pushed through his body as Dreddy’s cock slowly, torturously, slid out until just the head remained inside. His eyes rolled back again, lost in the sensation as he plucked it free from his hole’s grip. “Aye! What did I fuckin’ say?” Logan’s voice boomed, snapping Felix back to attention with the force of a physical blow. He locked eyes with Logan just as he felt it. A sharp, burn as Tiago’s cock, slick with Tina, pressed against his already-stretched rim. “Ah! Oh, fuck!” Felix cried out. He knew that searing, booty-bump burn, the way it announced a new level of dark. His hole, already forced open by Dreddy, now had to accommodate another. Tiago pushed, and the burn gave way to an impossible, agonizing stretch. Felix felt his dick pulse, and a thick shot of precum erupted from his slit. “I know. I know,” Logan soothed, his thumb stroking Felix’s cheek. “But I need you to get higher, because only my spun sluts get two dicks inside of them.” Felix’s eyes widened as, only after a couple of thrusts, Tiago sprinkled more Tina on his cock and started fucking Felix’s stretched-out hole. All he could do was moan and focus on keeping his body open. He managed to nod, yes. Logan traded places with Dreddy, and now Felix was suspended, helpless, a flesh-and-blood swing between Tiago and Logan. They held him up, his feet barely touching the floor, their bodies a wall of muscle on either side of him. “This pussy is so warm, bro,” Tiago growled from behind, his voice strained with effort. “Wet and warm and creaming ‘cause of the rock.” He drove his hips forward, his cock sliding alongside Logan’s, and Felix could feel the gritty texture of the Tina dissolving inside him, sending shockwaves of chem-fueled pleasure through his system. Dreddy knelt in front of them, his eyes wide and feral. He spat directly onto Felix’s stretched-out hole, the warm glob landing right where Tiago and Logan were joined. “Fuck, that is hot as fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He spat again, then leaned in and, without hesitation, dragged his tongue over the taut, pink skin. “Best pussy y’all, damn!” he moaned, his mouth watering. “It tastes so fucking good!” He started licking and sucking at the rim, his tongue lapping at the base of their cocks as they pistoned in and out. Felix couldn’t process it. The feeling of two thick cocks splitting him open, the wet heat of Dreddy’s mouth, the sounds—their grunts, the wet slurping, the filthy praise—it was all too much. He was so turned on, so high, he was feeling the weight of a satisfaction he didn’t know was possible. He was just a hole, a toy, and it was bliss. Logan watched him, a cruel smirk on his lips as he saw Felix’s eyes glaze over. “I know…” he murmured, his voice a low taunt. Then, louder, “Open that hole up, faggot. Let him in there.” oh, that feels so fucking amazing!” Felix surrendered completely, his body going limp as they used him. Logan and Tiago found a rhythm, a brutal, alternating pace. One would pull out as the other slammed in, a relentless seesaw of flesh that left him breathless. All the while, Dreddy stayed below, his mouth and hands working, keeping the entire scene slick, wet, and filthy. There were several minutes where all of their moans hit a guttural, animal harmonized ache. At some point, they all took several hits from the bong, the smoke adding to the heady atmosphere. Felix’s eyes were half-open from the high, but he looked at each of them and smiled to himself. “Harder… deeper… I want it.” Dreddy stood up, stroking his massive, slick cock with a furious pace. “Imma nut on this hole,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the sight of Felix being split open. Felix’s breath quickened, the words a trigger. “Yes!” “Fuck this bitch with my cum…” Dreddy roared, and then he was erupting. A thick, hot jet of cum splashed across Felix’s lower back, coating his skin and the base of the two cocks still impaling him. The sheer heat of it was a brand. That was all it took for Logan. The warm, gushy feeling of Dreddy’s cum slicking his own thrusts pushed him over the edge. He gripped Felix’s hips like a vise, his knuckles white, and slammed his cock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. “Fuck, I’m cumming… you little fucking faggot…” he snarled, his voice a raw, broken thing. His whole body shuddered, and Felix felt the thick, powerful pulses of Logan’s release deep inside his gut, a liquid heat that seemed to spread through his entire bloodstream. His head felt light and dizzy, the most intense orgasm of his life radiating out from his core. Tiago was right behind him. He threw his head back, a long, deep, shuddering groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself. “Ah, papi… take it… take it all…” he babbled, his hips jerking erratically. Felix could feel the heat of all three of them, a combined warmth flooding him, marking him from the inside out. It was too much. The overwhelming fullness, the heat, the possession, the chemical fire still burning in his veins. Felix’s own orgasm hit him like a lightning strike. It ripped through him without a single touch to his own dick. His back arched violently, a silent scream tearing from his lungs as his whole body convulsed. Wave after wave of explosive pleasure crashed over him, leaving him a shaking, breathless, boneless mess. Tiago’s cock slipped out of him, and he stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch in a daze. Dreddy was on the floor, panting, sweat running in rivers down every chiseled muscle of his body. Logan, still buried deep, finally collapsed backward onto the bed, pulling Felix with him. Felix landed on top of him, their skin a sweaty, sticky, cum-slicked heap. The bassline still thrummed, the lights still pulsed, but the frantic energy had been replaced by a heavy, sated stillness. Felix lay there, his body humming, his mind blissfully, wonderfully blank. He mindlessly pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to Logan’s chest, tasting the salt of his sweat, a silent thank you for the complete and total destruction he had just experienced. Logan laughed, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. He felt the wet lips worshiping him. He ran his fingers through Felix’s damp hair. He lowered his voice, a command that was now impossibly gentle. “Look at me.” Felix stopped, slowly lifting his head. He looked up at Logan, his eyes wide and glassy, holding an innocence that was both shocking and deeply satisfying. “Open your mouth.” Felix did, his lips parting obediently. Logan spit into Felix’s eager mouth and kissed him. FIN

I always thought I was saving myself for the right guy. He would be fit, beautiful, successful, worthy of being my husband. Yeah, I jerked off to Treasure Island, Dark Alley, Sweet 'n' Raw, you name it. I even posted an ad on BBRT with no pics, just so I could fantasize about raw loads. I'd flirt, I'd lead them on. Then I'd flake. "Sure, I can email pix." Then I'd shoot my load and disappear. I had a nearly-perfect body, and I'd always meet boys when I went out and they would always fuck me or take my cock. Because I wanted to be neg for my future husband, I kept a supply of latex condoms in my nightstand and in my front right pocket. I held back, knowing my skin-on-skin lust could someday be fulfilled with one perfect man. I met him, at a bar in midtown, New York. He was everything I thought I wanted: beautiful, ripped body, and god-so-fucking charming. We were both in our late 20's. The first night we met, we fucked like wild animals - except for that layer of latex. We started dating, fucking, and I fell in love. He said he did too, but we always kept that barrier. He swore he'd never fuck without it, even when we someday got hitched. It was just too important to be safe. Over time, we got comfortable. I put on just a few pounds. Not much, but enough that a thin layer of padding covered my abs. That's when he changed. He stopped being as charming, as attentive. Finally he broke it off. "I just can't be with you like this. Let's be friends." I thought my life was over. He meant the world to me, but I tried to be friends. We took our break, then started hanging out again. I put on a few more pounds, and it was no longer just a thin layer over my abs. I watched as he made out with other men, right in front of me. I'd kiss others too, just to prove I could. Then I started working out again, and stopped talking to him. I got my abs back, my pecs back, my perfect muscled ass back. And on one drunken night, I saw him again at Barracuda. I watched him scoop-up a handful of latex condoms and leave with some hottie. I went home, logged onto BBRT, and put up pics of my new, hot body and face. I tried not to want him. I still did, but I couldn't have him, but I could try the other thing I wanted. I was so afraid of the bug, but had jerked off so many times to gift giving fiction. When my pics were approved, I did my first search. I wanted someone so unlike him, but still hot. I looked for someone in Harlem, someone Latin, someone black. Someone without all the yuppy hang-ups. I got to status. I clicked that I wanted someone who said, "Ask Me." My cock was throbbing as I started going through profiles, replying, waiting for a response. Finally I got one. His cock was huge and uncut. His body was a perfectly-sculpted ebony fuck-machine. His status said "ask me." I didn't ask that, but I asked his address, and when he told me I got right in a cab and got right up to Harlem. When I got there, he was wearing nothing but basketball shorts, his half-hard dick poking down the leg. We didn't waste any time with bullshit. We made out like crazy, devouring each other's face like men who hadn't been fed in years. I sucked him just long enough to get his 9" uncut dick good and wet, then I pushed him on his back and finally gave in. I pressed my ass down onto it, clamping it and feeling the precum leak around my hole. I felt the foreskin bunch at the entrance to my ass and then slowly push back as I fucked myself onto him. In no time, I was all the way down the shaft and started working my ass up and down, up and down on him. He was helpless as I started pulsing my ass muscles, finally feeling raw skin inside me. I used his body and his cock as my objects, mercilessly ramming myself up and down on his dripping rod. I knew I couldn't touch myself, that I would cum instantly and I wanted his load before I could let mine out and start thinking about my behavior. I had waited so long to finally get barebacked, and I felt so right there impaled on his cock. He tried to take control, but I was out of control. I just rode him like there were no tomorrows, and finally he gave over to the assault of my ass. He simply lay there moaning saying "Fuck yeah," repeating that over. Finally his "fuck yeah" refrain took on a new more urgent tone and I knew he was about to cum. I reached back and felt his balls, stroking his bulging prostate between his balls and his ass. He closed his eyes and started grunting and I felt that prostate start to pulse. I knew he was cumming in me. Nothing had ever felt so right. I shot a massive wad of cum all over his abs, then left him panting on the bed and left with his probably-poz load in my ass. I jerked off for days to that as I waffled between going for PEP or not. I didn't, of course. I logged on more often after that. Next came the Latin kid who was 22, whose tongue went halfway down my throat as he flooded my guts with seed. His profile said "ask me." Next was another black guy, this one in his 30s, whose profile said "ask me" and who told me "take my cum, slut" as he loaded me up over and over. Next was a muscled bartender from G Lounge with a biohazard tatt who threw me around like a rag doll and didn't ask any questions when I ripped off the condom and milked his cock with my ass. After that came a hot blond twink from BBRT whose profile said "poz" and creamed me four times in one night. I was actively chasing and loving it. Every new dangerous encounter thrilled me. Ten, twenty, thirty loads went up my ass. That first black guy hit me up again, and I went back for more. I brought some coke, we did a couple lines, and in no time I was slamming up and down. Then I finally let him have control. But I finally asked him, as he was ramming the fucking hell out of me. "You poz?" "Yeah, you?" "Not sure. You on meds?" "Hell no." "Fuck yeah. What's your viral load?" "Hundred thousand last I know." He just kept fucking with this wicked grin. "Mmm, I'm about to cum. You want the bug?" I didn't even want to hesitate. "Fuck yeah!" He rammed me harder than ever and buried his tongue in my mouth as he exploded with a series of grunts and moans, shooting spurt after spurt of charged cum deep into my guts. I was probably already poz, but I shot a massive wad all over myself at the thought of his bug juice going up my hole. I came down with a flu a week later and knew what it meant. One of those 31 loads had taken. With my abs back and my body back, I was looking pretty hot and ran into my ex a bit later. Condom boy was drunk and wanted to fuck. I was still mad, still hurt, and I knew I was poz though I hadn't tested, but when he asked, I knew what I wanted to do. On the way home I stopped at a drug store, purchased some lambskins, and slid one on when we went to bed. We flip-fucked for an hour, using those porous condoms. The poor guy didn't know what hit him as I shot a massive four-day load inside a condom that was good enough to stop babies, but not the swimmers I had in store for him. I knew I was acute, probably with a viral load in the millions. And several million little particles of virus seeped through those tiny pores in that lambskin and planted themselves in the fucker's tight little ass. When he left, he said, "that was a mistake. We shouldn't do this again." I just laughed and said "We probably don't need to." I kissed him on the cheek and sent him on his way. When he messaged me that we needed to talk a couple months later, I just ignored it. After all, I was in the middle of getting fucked by another big poz cock, and it was just about to spill some more microbes up into my willing, hungry guts. I still don't have a poz test result, but fuck am I having fun getting the loads I can while I hold off on going to find out.

Given I"m into sounding my penis with fat rods, stuffing ever larger toys and plugs in my cuntified former rectum, had silicone added to my scrotum and cock shaft, and love fists in my ass, i would think that would be enough in the extreme kink. But the weirdest fetish I never expected to develop came as a consequence of extreme stretching, wearing plugs for several hours at time and getting my buttPussy blown out from fisting play: incontinence. It first started a good decade ago when I was still hitting CumUnion parties and left a big wet spot in my Uber from all the cum and lube that leaked out during the ride, As I got deeper into extreme stretching and seeing how much size I could enjoy with toys, plugs and fists, it became an issue during and after multi-day high use events. For a week or so after I would need to wear a diaper and during the events I would have to sleep in one or on a towel as all the lube would leak out of my used hole. Then I went the next step and started training my body to handle long wear of plugs--a couple hours or so each day most days of the week. That ruined the resting muscle tone of my rectum and especially my anal sphincter quicker and more effectively than I anticipated. The result is that daily hose out and diapers are now a constant in my life but having a hole that doesn't close is really hot to me--and i'm still stretching out to go even wider--and being this loose and open and functionally ruined is an achievement level as a piggy bottom.

First part of many... Milan opens the door, and Mattius stands before him. Mattius says, “You are my submissive, my submissive must be naked and kneel before me.” There's no mistaking the intensity in Mattius' eyes and the urgent, needy tone of his voice. With Mattius holding the door open, Milan immediately removed his clothing. “Give that to me and get on your knees. Milan knelt down and Mattius now said,”Bow to me.”. Milan bowed, and slowly, hesitantly, Milan looks up, and says "You want me to..." he starts, voice barely above a whisper. Mattius steps closer, "Yes," Mattius growls lowly, exposing his soft cock. "I want you to admire this cock and you will worship it like the pathetic little slave you are to be." "Please," Milan whispers shakily, pressing his face into the fabric of the bedsheets. "I... I don't know what to do." Mattius chuckles darkly and strokes Milan's hair reassuringly. "It's alright, bitch. You will learn to be a slave. You just need to follow my lead. Worship me with your mouth and tongue, show me how much you want this." Milan swallows hard and nods. He parts his lips tentatively as Mattius presses the head of his cock against them. At first, he flinches back, overwhelmed by the sudden heat and pressure on his most intimate area. But then, slowly, hesitantly, he starts to open his mouth, letting Mattius' soft shaft slide in with a shuddering gasp. Milan licks and suckles at Mattius' cock eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head as he tries to get used to the sensation of being oral for his master. Mattius is not getting hard though. Instead, Mattius grabs the back of Milan’s head and holds his head firmly. All Milan can feel is submission, desire pulsing through his veins like electricity. He moans into Mattius' cock and then it starts. Mattius releases his urine into Milan’s mouth, commanded to swallow. Milan instinctively obeys as he feels himself being used and degraded - dominated by someone who clearly sees him as little more than an object for their pleasure. But Milan doesn't mind. In fact, it excites him. He knows this is what he wants deeply - to be a submissive, touched, used, owned. And so he continues to drink from Mattius' cock, Mattius an expert is urinating slowly, allowing Milan to drink and swallow every drop. Mattius can tell that Milan is getting afraid - is this too much? But Mattius just reassures Milan, “This is just a start, you are going to be my urinal, keep drinking, slave,” Milan knows there will be no other choice but to take what Mattius wants, to degrade himself for this man who holds all the power. But for now, he can only pray that Mattius will soon finish, but Mattius stops for a minute, and tells Milan to be ready for how you will usually drink - and releases quickly, Milan gagging, spilling piss onto the ground before Mattius. Mattius slap’s Milan’s face and then he pisses all over Milan’s head and tells Milan, “Clean up your mess,” pushing Milan’s face to the floor. Just then two men come walking down the hallway, Mattius smiles at them and they walk on past, watching as Milan cleans the floor by licking up all the piss that has spilt onto the floor. Mattius than grabs Milan and drags him into the room, closes the door and over to the bed. “Show me your ass, slave Milan.” Milan shows Mattius his ass, and Mattius tells Milan, “No, show me your hole.” And Milan uses his hands to show Mattius’ his hole. Mattius’ cock, 23 cm, is solid and hard, and says to Milan, “My cock is already dripping toxic precum, you want my toxic load in your ass?” Milan doesn’t usually talk dirty like this, and it takes a few times for Mattius to get Milan to respond, but soon Milan admits he wants Mattius’ toxic load in his ass. Soon, Milan’s ass takes Mattius' cock, which goes in fast and hard, causing Milan to scream out in pain, but Mattius is ready, holding Milan down, and persists, with his cock breaking through and going deep, without any lube. Milan thinks his ass may be tearing, but the pleasure outweighs those thoughts. Milan’s head is bobbing up and down on the bedsheets like a rag doll as Mattius fucks him roughly. He can feel himself getting close already, but he doesn't want to cum without permission. Not yet. "Yes," Milan gasps out when Mattius pauses for a moment after thrusting into him hard several times. "More... please..." He needs this man's cock inside him. Mattius chuckles darkly. "Good boy," he purrs approvingly before slamming back into Milan with renewed force. The bed creaks under their combined weight as Mattius pounds into him ruthlessly, grunting and growling like a beast in heat. Milan moans helplessly as his body is rocked by the force of Mattius' thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer to orgasm but he bites back a moan, desperate not to cum wanting to revel in the fucking that he is receiving. After what feels like an eternity, but was about 45 minutes, Mattius finally stops thrusting and leans down over Milan with a predatory grin on his face. I’m going to breed you. You’ll want me to breed you forever, if you don’t make me stop right now, you will become an owned slave. Milan moans loudly as the intense pleasure overcomes him, his cock erupting like a geyser, and Mattius' cock shoots deep inside him at that very moment. Mattius feels total power, lightheaded and delirious with lust as his orgasm crashes over him wave after wave - a power enhanced by his toxic virus that will eventually infect Milan. When Milan finally comes down from his high, Mattius is still fucking into him with surprising gentleness, stroking his hair soothingly. "Good slave," Mattius praises when he pulls out of Milan's ass. "You did well." Now, slave you always clean the cock after you are fucked. Milan nods weakly in response, too exhausted and disoriented to argue. He turns around and takes Mattius’ cock into his mouth. He can taste his cum and finds the taste delicious. Mattius then tells Milan, “It is time for a little break. You don’t want to get worn out, because today you will give yourself entirely to me and learn how you behave with a man who will hold all the power over him. And so Milan lies there on the bedsheets, spent and panting from both exertion and emotion, and continuing to clean Mattius’s cock. His mind thinks this is wrong, but the lust is so strong. For now, he doesn't care. He’s with this beautiful man.. But he knows what comes next - more humiliation, more degradation, more of Mattius' twisted desires being forced upon him. And then, Mattius says, “Get ready…” and as the stream of piss goes into Milan’s mouth, he instinctively starts to swallow, and enjoying the feeling of the degradation. As Mattius finishes, he tells Milan, “Let your mind accept this fully. Don’t resist.” Milan will never turn back from this day. The transformation has begun.

Couple of weeks ago I took 3 loads on my face in the mall bathroom then walked through the mall covered afterwards

I'm a fucking faggot daddy. Love being bent over and used anywhere by hard cocks. Got group fucked yesterday I'm horny as hell for more dick and cum in my pussy. Love it in public, love guys watching, have been pimped out a couple times and it was fucking amazing. Total sex pig addict.

**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** “Ric” “Mateo” and “Miguel” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. You should all read them, they are smokin’ hot stories! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ CHAPTER 6: As arranged, Matthew Hill met them at the shopping mall, which was bustling with activity – groups of teenagers running and shouting and making mischief, Moms with kids in strollers, elderly people doing a mall-walk circuit, sullen mall employees shuffling around with brooms or maybe store workers on a break, sneaking cigarettes just outside the entrance or eating a quick lunch in the food court. He arranged to meet them here, as it was a central place to all three men. Ric and Mateo lived not three miles away in a affluent suburb while Matthew’s medical practice was a few miles in the other direction. Matthew hadn’t seen them since college graduation ceremonies 10 years ago – and even then, it was just a quick shake of hands and a whispered message, from Mateo into Matthew’s ear: “Anytime you want some pure toxic seed, Ric and I are available…we’re never going on meds, so whenever you’re ready, Matty.” “Matty.” They were the only people who ever had called him that, and the sound of it coming from Ric or Mateo’s lips always got Matthew’s cock stirring, just a bit. He had worked so hard to become “Dr Hill,” that them calling him “Matty” was almost thrilling, in a sneaky, almost forbidden way. He couldn’t fully explain it, all he knew was it made his cock stir. Maybe it was the way they both fascinated and frightened him in college, with their unabashed celebration of their shared HIV status. “Hey, Matty,” he heard behind him, as they approached him on the 2nd floor by the escalators, the place they all agreed to meet. “You look great, Matty,” Mateo said “being a rich doctor certainly agrees with you.” “Oh, I don’t know about rich,” the young doctor replied, “my student loans say otherwise.” “Well, whatever it is,” Ric answered “it agrees with you….except for that one thing missing, right,” he said smiling and running his hands over his stomach and down to his crotch. Motioning ahead of them and off to the right, Ric points the way and says “It’s over here, cmon, boys, let’s get pozzing.” They led him through the throngs of people and stopped in front of what was soon to be a new store at this location: Mattress Universe, or so said the just-installed sign above the entrance, which was closed with a steel cage and a solid steel door behind that. Ric pulled out from his pocket a large ring of keys and finding the right one, unlocked the gate and pulled it upwards so the other 2 men and he could get to the galvanized steel door that came down from above. Unlocking and lifting that up, Ric and Mateo and Matthew stepped inside the empty store and slammed the heavy door closed behind them, although Ric left about a foot of space at the bottom of the metal door, meaning someone on their hands and knees could peer into this place if they wanted. “You leave that opened a bit like that,” Matthew asked, pointing to the space between the metal gate and the floor. “What if someone sees?” “Then they see,” Mateo calmly answered as he moved towards a row of mattress. It pays to advertise. Anyone gets offended they keep moving. Anyone gets excited, they might come back sometime to see what’s going on.” “And anyway,” Ric said, shaking the ring of keys “We’re the mall managers, we got every right to be here. We’re just lucky this store won’t be open for another 2 months…prime pozzing space!” “Now, Matty, get out of those clothes, or do we have to do that for you?” Mateo asked, unbuttoning his shirt and moving towards Matthew. The two men, poz predators that they are, circled around Matthew, who for the first time in his quest for poz status, looked wary of these alpha poz hunters as they sized up their prey. Matthew slowly undressed, undoing the buttons on his Oxford shirt and stripping off the white undershirt, exposing his lean and muscular frame. Ric and Mateo both were in no mood to wait for they were out of their clothes with Ric in front of the young doctor and Mateo in back, pressing his hardening poz, unmedicated, full-blown cock up against the negative flesh of Matthew’s bubble butt. Spitting in his hand and lubing up his AIDS-pole, Mateo quickly pushed Matthew down and drove his cock up the young doctor’s furry little hole, with Matthew letting out a sharp yelp. Mateo withdrew the invading toxic weapon “Nah, we wouldn’t do that to you, would we, Ric,” he assured Matthew, laughing at it. “No, we’ll go easy on you, Matty,” Ric reassured him, with a conspiratorial glance at his husband Mateo. They then led the idealistic young doctor over to a plastic-covered king-sized mattress, Ric telling his partner in depravity “I wanted to pierce his bubble butt first,” half-scolding his hubby Mateo, adding “been waiting 10 years to get up that pussy!” “But first, let’s get this plastic off of this thing,” he said, ripping up the covering from the mattress. Let’s christen this motherfucker right. We don’t ever fuck with a barrier.” They pushed Matthew down on the bed and lifted up his legs for easy access to the negative fuckhole they were about to violate. Mateo, deferring to Ric this time, lubed up his husband’s high-viral cock and Ric responded with beads of viral pre-cum from his pierced cockhead. Mateo gathered some of the seminal fluid on his fingertips and brought them to Matthew’s waiting mouth. “That’s the taste of HIV…enjoy it.” “OK, Matty, here we go, and once we’re in, we’re finishing this job and bringing you into the brotherhood,” Ric announced, plunging the slicked-up pole deep up the young doctor’s cunt. “Yeah, right to the hilt, you’ve got it Matty,” he told the doctor who was squirming at the anal assault, but Mateo lent his hubby a hand by holding down the young doctor and gripping him tightly. Was it a warm, loving embrace or a controlling hold to keep him from getting away, Matthew wondered as Ric drove his cock deeply in and out, while Mateo made sure he couldn’t move too much. Ric’s poz pre-cum was already infiltrating his system, marking him as one of the hundreds of men Ric and Mateo have added to their collection. How ever many further conversions those hundreds of men completed would never be known. Ric was clearly relishing the long-awaited opportunity to breed and seed the one from college “that got away,” for Matthew was literally the only guy who rebuffed Ric and Mateo’s advances and offers to join them in the brotherhood that is HIV/AIDS. But now, at last, his unmedicated cum is going to release its venom on this young doctor’s tight little hole. But as per his arrangement with his loving husband Mateo, his initial fuck of Matthew would now give way to Mateo’s rock hard 9-inch viral cock, and Ric withdrew from Matthew’s mancunt and made way for his husband. Mateo shifted around and without so much as a word to their victim, he drove the AIDS-stick deep up Matthew’s neg hole and let out a string of utterances highlighting his pleasure at the carnal and debauched infection of this young physician. “Oh, yeah, that’s the way, Matty, hold that ass open for me and my toxic cock…it’s working you over right now, Ric and my mutual strain bringing you right into Club Poz.” Mateo, fucking fast and furiously, couldn’t hold out much longer and intensifying his pounding of the doctor’s butthole, he unleashed a torrent of AIDS-cum inside Matthew’s cunt. Even for the multi-cumming Mateo of the legendary poz cum shots, this felt like the most HIV he had ever deposited up a guy’s ass and the deep fulfilment of a successful breeding showed on his face as he beamed a smile at his husband Ric, furiously stroking his own fat, pierced pozzing stick. Mateo finally finished shooting his strains deep up Matthew’s cunt and withdrew for his husband’s turn back up Matthew’s hole to upgrade the young doctor and in just a few strokes of his poz pole deep up Matthew’s ass, Ric followed up his husband’s cum-gusher with a poz fountain of his own HIV inside Matthew’s hole. Matthew, his head buried in the mattress just repeated “breed me, poz me” mantra he repeated every few seconds of the anal assault by the two toxic alpha breeders. Finally, when it was over and both men had done their best to impregnate him with HIV, Matthew turned and saw the two breeding bulls behind him, still stroking their still-hard poz cocks, but Mateo was motioning for another person from the back of the empty store to join them. Matthew wondered what was going on and as he raised his head to see who was approaching, he saw not one, but two men advancing, one a familiar face and one he did not know. “Matthew,” his nurse Keith announced, greeting his employer with a slap on Matthew’s butt. “These guys invited us here to watch but now I think I need to fuck as well. Keith free-swinging poz member, the one that fucked Matthew all those years ago at the glory hole, the one that sent Matthew into a panic at the very thought it might have been a pozfuck and that sent him to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, was now poised to enter and drill more poz seed into Matthew’s cunt. His thoughts about who the other man was went out of his head, and Matthew lay back down on the bare mattress and braced himself for another rough poz fuck from his own nurse, the hot hairy nurse Keith. If he had time to think, he’d consider how each man’s fuckgame was a bit different. Ric was fond of deep driving strokes and long and slow pullouts only to drive it back up hard and rough. Mateo, on the other hand, was more of a jackrabbit fuck, with short, staccato rhythms and several pauses to view his handiwork on a man’s pussy. This new fuck from Keith was different still, combining both Ric’s deep “to-the-hilt” technique with Mateo’s short stabbing technique every few minutes. All three men and their varying pozfucks sent Matthew over the edge and his own negative cock, which he hadn’t so much as touched since the all-out anal poz assault began, was streaming a steady stream of jizz onto the mattress. Keith was nearly finished with his handiwork inside Matthew’s cunt and let out a roar, saying “Finally I get the one hole I’ve wanted for years!” and then leaning down to Matthew, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, “since that night at the glory-hole, am I right,” followed by a torrent of HIV transferring from hunky nurse Keith into the warm wet insides of Dr. Matthew. Once Keith’s thrusting and pulsations of hot viral seed were fully deposited inside Matthew’s cunt, Mateo called over the 4th man, an older guy, tanned and ripped, Matthew surmised, from years of working outdoors. “This is Miguel,” Mateo explained. “My Dad. He’s high-viral poz, too, thanks to my husband Ric here,” Mateo continued, looking at his beaming husband and father. Matthew for a moment, through his fuckhaze, looked confused and Ric stepped up to say “It’s a long story,” laughing with his fellow poz buddies, as Miguel stripped off his T-shirt to reveal 2 huge bio-tats and 4 dark Xs across his hairy belly. He then undid his jeans and unleashed his own poz monster, the next one to go up the silky smooth, cum-filled pussy of Dr. Matthew. Miguel’s own fuck strokes were a lot like his son’s – fast, sharp and stabbing, but also with intervals of deep, slow pozfucking as well, and Miguel, being a man who likes to take his time, savored the young doctor’s cummy hole for all it was worth, peppering his fuckdrives with a string of Spanish words. He banged that poz weapon into Matthew’s ass for a full 10 minutes and then exploded with a cum-gusher full of toxic, poz, unmedicated seed, ready to bloom inside the young doctor’s hole. Dr. Matthew felt full of poz cum and yet wanted still more. “More,” he chanted. “Give me more,” he repeated. “More poz, More and More…Must join the Brotherhood, Must join The Ten,” he went on, fidgeting and squirming. “Sir,” came a voice. Again, “Sir,” followed by a tap on his shoulder. “Sir, we’re about to land in Los Angeles. Please return your seat to its upright position and fasten your seat belt for landing.” His eyes bolted open…he was still on the plane from Boston, about to arrive home in L.A. There was no Ric or Mateo in a mattress store, no Keith, and where had he heard of Mateo’s Dad Miguel? Keith must’ve mentioned it at some point. That mall where it all went down – that went out of business 5 years ago! Furiously adjusting himself under the airline blanket to try to make his rock hard cock go down, Matthew said “It was all a dream,” he said to himself, only it was loud enough for the flight attendant to hear. “Yes, sir, I think you were dreaming. Was it a good one?” the flight attendant asked with a smile. His nametag said ‘Calvin.’ “Yes, Calvin,” young Dr. Matthew replied, “it was a really nice dream.” “I should think so, you were saying some special things, Sir,” Calvin answered with a smile and a wink and a further pat on Dr. Matthew’s shoulder, then he began to turn away, and as he turned, Calvin lifted up his button down shirt at the waist to reveal 3 dark X’s tattooed across his mid-section. Pointing at them, he said to Matthew, “I know just what you mean, Sir,” he said with a devilish smile, before resuming his duties with the other passengers in business class. Matthew remained in a poz-desiring stupor as he deplaned, passing by Calvin who slipped him a note with his number on it, all the way to the baggage claim, where he was met by none other than one of the alpha bull poz predators from his dream, his hot hunky nurse Keith, who greeted him with a hug. Matthew then and there said to his nurse,” I need it from you, today and always. Poz me up, Keith.” END OF CHAPTER 6

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I left work and went to my classes. As I both sat at work and class and walked around I felt more comfortable with the butt plug in me. At a meeting at work the Professor could see me shifting as he knew the plug was in me. I met some friends after class at a bar and drank and had some Mexican food. After I ran some errands and then finally went home around 9pm. I washed up and went into Rick's bedroom. He was there on the couch watching TV. I kissed him and sat down next to him. We watched Tv for a bit and then the show finished. We talked about our day and then I told him I went to the store to help me get pregnant with his seed. He smiled and asked what that was I pulled out a toothbrush. He smiled. I told him I went on blogs to find out how to get infected. There were many ways including injection of blood. I told him I wanted to start with this. I knew he used his fingernails to scrape me but thought this may be another tool for him to use. "Will you please use this on me. I know it will hurt but I feel I need to do my part too so you can knock me up and I can get pregnant" I said smiling. "You sure, It will hurt and I won't be gentle" he said "I know and I also read you shouldn't use lube just spit" I told him. I then pulled down his shorts and took him in my mouth. After a few minutes sucking and licking his meat he was hard. I pulled down my shorts, my cock hard and got on me knees and looked up at him and said "Daddy brush me my pussy and make it bleed then fuck me please with your seed and knock me up please" I begged. "Get on the bed on all fours boy" he said He put down a pad on the bed. I did jump on the bed and got on all fours. He pulled out the plug and he inserted the brush. I made sure to get the firm brush. I hurt like a lot. And he wasn't gentle. I yelled and grunted as the pain was intense. He was brushing my hard and it was scraping my inside. He even pushed it in real deep to the point where it almost went all the way in me losing the brush passing my second ring. After a minute or two of scraping my insides he pulled it out and showed it to me. I turned over and saw it. It was covered in blood. He put it on the night stand, took his hard cock and placed it as my ass and lifted my legs. He then pushed into me in one motion. I yelled. I hurt. The pain was a searing sharp pain in my ass followed by the dull pressure of his huge meat. I yelled. "Shut up you wanted this. I am going to knock you up" he said. He started to fuck me hard. It really hurt. I felt him rub against my prostate which felt a little pleasure but it was also scraped and felt the burn pain inside. He kept fucking me. I heard the wet slapping sound of the fucking. It hurt, there was no pleasure. I just grunted and bared the pain. I knew this had to be done and wanted to do my part to get knocked up. "Yes Daddy i did want this, I want to get knocked up" i moaned and grunted. After about 10 minutes of fucking me on my back i brought my legs down and pushed him back on the bed keeping him in me. And then i rode him like that. It felt a little better and wanted to again do my part to get knocked up. "Good boy, you are going to get Daddy's charged seed soon" he said. After a few minutes he moaned "Here it comes boy" as I felt a warm spurt in my ass. My cock was only slightly hard and this was the only time I could think of when I didn't orgasm. It just hurt a lot but i worked thru and it and wanted it more than the pain. After he calmed down he pulled out. His cock was covered in blood with a little cum mixed in that I could see. I took a towel and cleaned him off. He kissed me and pulled me close to him, we cuddled. "I am so happy and proud you did this for us. I know it must've hurt. I appreciate your willingness to do this so you can take my seed and get knocked up" he said kissing me. "I am glad I did. I want you to knock me up so much" I said looking at him with puppy eyes. We kissed and cuddled. Before falling asleep he put the plug back in which hurt but I was in his arms and filled with his cum. In my mind i felt like i could feel his seed marking me.

Continued: Watching from the second floor all that was taking place below, after the whiskey I needed to pee so I went into the restroom. Entering the door there was a trough with a toilet to the side. There was a thirty something dude peeing as I made my way to the trough, placing my drink on the rail above the trough. With my shirt off, in jeans and boots I pulled out my dick to pee. As I started I looked down to my left and noticed the huge tool on the dude next to me. He looked directly at me and smiled. After finishing he shook his cock then slowly began to stroke it. My cock began to grow in my hand and he maneuvered into the corner. Feeling uninhibited, I followed him into the corner, got down on my knees and began to suck his cock. The smell of his crotch and the taste of his cock kept me hard. As I was devouring his meat, men came and went, looking over and smiling. He said that he was about to cum so I reached and grabbed my whiskey glass and as he came, he shot a massive load into the glass. Still hard I put by dick into my pants, stood up and walked back to the patio where my uncle was still talking with the other men. I walked over, raised my glass, said “cheers” and slowly began sip the cum, little by little, from the glass. The dudes asked where I got the cum and I pointed to the man now on the other side of the patio. He nodded to the group, I raised the glass, and took another swig of cum. When the dude turned back to his group I noticed a scorpion on his back. By now my uncle had moved once more behind me and was grinding his cock into the back of my jeans. I left my buttom open so that the men across from me could see my treasure trail and the top of my throbbing cock. As I was slurping up the last of the cum, the two men leaned over and asked if they could get me a refill. I said sure, but this time over ice. They grabbed the glass and exited for the restroom. A couple of new guys came over and said hi. We began to flirt with them as the two returned with a rock glass filled with ice with cum coating the ice cubes. They handed to me, I swirled the glass, then licked a few of the cubes. Letting the warmth of the cum begin to dissolve the ice. Like a fine whiskey, I took the glass to my nose and sniffed the sweet smell. The half clad men on the patio of the leather bar were watching this all with delight. Because of the lifting for football and running, my 6’ 190lb frame with developed chest made for good tweaks by the men. They liked what they saw as a young pig in the making. In a voice easily heard by those around us, my uncle told the others that we needed to get over to the bathhouse. This turned a few heads as the dudes across from us said that they would see us there in a little bit

(continued) As we reached the top of the stairs on the third floor, uncle leaned against the wall in the hall and I knelt down and started sucking his cock. Others began to gather around as he placed his hands on the back of my head and began to work my throat. Grabbing my arm pits he lifted me up and guided me around the corner to a dark room. In the room was a fuck bench and sling. I leaned back into the sling and he moved my feet into the straps. Soon the room was full of men of various ages and builds. As my uncle began to work my hole a man, probably in his early 30s, approach my left side. He was hung, lean with great definition, lightly furry and his cock was pressed against my lips. I bead of cum was dripping off the tip so I took my tongue and lapped up the warm salty protein. With that he began to work his cock down my throat as my uncle continued to drill my hole. The crowd watched as my young stud body was getting used at both ends. Not wanting to cum, I motioned for the action to stop and climbed out of the sling. Looking towards the door I noticed a man, probably in his later 20s, muscled, dark hair and smooth with a bio tat below his naval. He slowly moved into the crowd and soon had replaced me in the sling. The next thing I knew, my uncle was positioned at his hole and slowly began to slide into his hole. Not wanting to miss a minute, I leaned up against the wall as another man knelt down and began to suck my rock hard cock. As I worked his throat I watched my uncle continue to work the hole of the dude with the bio tat in the sling. I watched as the man in the sling reached and was tweaking my uncle’s large dark nipples on his perfect chest. As his ass was moving back and forth it began to thrust harder and harder into the dude in the sling. With a grunt my uncle dropped his load in the poz hole and with that, I erupted in the mouth of the guy sucking me off. My uncle turned towards me and motioned with his head that we head out of the room and back into the hall. I maneuvered through the men in the room and out the door. Once in the hall, without our towels, we walked up and down the halls peering into the rooms with open doors. As we walked a crowd began to follow.

4. I continued like that for hours. I invited just about anyone who showed interest in me over and without ever asking their name took their loads. By the time my fuck buddy texted me at quarter to six I had a total of eleven load in me and was laying sprawled out on my bed, ass up, exhausted. “Need another load? I just got done with work.” “Yes, come over.” I responded. I was exhausted and my hole was tired, but I knew that in two hours when I saw Sir, he would be happy to find a fresh load in me. “Be there in 15,” he responded. I lay on my bed adding a few guys from the day to my favorites lists, I just knew that after experiencing a day like I just had that this wouldn’t be the last time. Then I started watching the videos guys had taken. I was fascinated watching as my hole steadily gave up over the course of the day. In the first video my hole is tight and pink, clinging to the sides of the tops thick cock as he fucks me; but in the last video my hole is slack and red, swollen lips opening easily around the guys cock as cum coats his dick. The buzz came at my door, and after buzzing my fuck buddy up, I decided to unlock the door and go get back on the bed. Ass in the air facing the door, I texted him saying “Door’s open.” “Oh fuck, your pussy’s wrecked,” he said as soon as the door closed behind him. I heard my fuck buddy stripping off his clothes but never looked behind me. “You’ve been a real slut today. How did I not know you were this big of a pig?” “Honestly, I wasn’t until today.” “What changed?” His hands were now on my ass cheeks and I felt his stubbly chin brush against my battered ass cheeks before his tongue flicked across my open hole. I moaned as his tongue lapped at my cum filled pussy. “I met this guy last night,” I told him breathlessly, “He, I don’t know, I just wanted to make him happy. To be his. He told me to come back to his place tonight and to be filled with cum and to make every guy who fucked me take a video so he could watch them while he fucked me.” “And did you,” he said before diving back into my hole. His tongue voraciously dug in my hole savoring the mixture of loads inside of me. “Yes. I’ve got nine loads in me right now.” “All from different guys?” “Yes.” “Fuck yes. I’m going to plant mine deep inside you and send you to your Master leaking.” My Master, I hadn’t thought of Sir like that yet but it seemed to be true. “You ready for this dick, pig?” “Yes.” “Good.” He shifted around behind me, spat on my hole and then slammed the full length of his cock inside of me. I grunted. He was by no means the biggest cock I’d had that day, but he was thick and knew how to pound a hole. Normally he worked his way up to slamming the full length of his cock in and out of me, but today he started right off the bat. I was so loose my hole just opened for him. “Give me your phone,” he grunted, “your Sir’s gonna want to see your loose pussy around my cock.” I handed him my phone, and without changing pace he kept recording. It felt like he was fucking me for ages, never slowing down. Normally he only fucked like that for a little while, but my cum filled hole clearly had him extra horny. He grunted and bucked forcing me into the mattress with each thrust. I was back to begin a whimpering mess, devolving into nothing more than a hole. I would have sworn he had been pounding me for hours when he finally roared, “I’m gonna fucking breed your cunt,” but I’m sure it really was only twenty minutes or so. I had blissed out, and completely given myself over to being his hole. “Breed my cunt,” I slurred, and reached behind me to pull my cheeks apart. That was too much for him, he bottomed out inside of me, and with one hand holding my head down into the mattress he pumped his load into me. I felt his cock throb and his balls pulse as he shot ropes of cum into my already well filled hole. “Fuck yes,” he said, “Stay just like that. I want to look at that sweet cum filled hole as I get dressed.” So I didn’t move. He got dressed, I stayed where I was, and he left. I looked at my phone, ten minutes to seven, and I had several new messages on Scruff.

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