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I’d just got out the shower when I heard a knock at my door. I shouted out that I’d be just a a minute and quickly dried myself off. I took a second while doing so to check myself out in the mirror – call me vain, but I’d been hitting the gym recently and was enjoying the effect on my body. I’d been a bit chubby through my teen years, but now at 21 I was finally pretty happy with what I saw looking back at me from the mirror – a fairly toned physique, dark hair on my chest and legs. A happy side effect of the weight loss was my admittedly average sized cock was even a bit bigger looking – every little helps, y’know? I finished quickly drying and wrapped the towel around my hips as I crossed my flat to the door. I opened the door without checking through the peep hole first – my first mistake of the evening but certainly not my last. Standing on the other side was my landlord , Steven. I managed not to let out the groan I felt like making as I noticed who it was, instead arranging my face into what I hoped was a winning smile. His eyes trailed up my still damp body before he met my eyes and returned my painted on smile with a much more lecherous one of his own. To be honest, the guy gave me the creeps, but I needed to try to keep him sweet because I was 2 weeks overdue on my rent and didn’t get paid till next week. He was a couple inches shorter than me and at least 30 years older, his thinning hair was greasy and dyed an unconvincing shade of black and looked and smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week. He scratched at his belly trough a stained white vest as he continued to leer at me for a moment before he spoke. “Hey, didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?” his face quite clearly expressed that he wasn’t at all concerned about this as he took the opportunity to try and make out my cock through the towel. “Oh, hi, eh, kind of yeah. Could we maybe speak tomorrow?” I tried to take the chance at hopefully ending the conversation as I closed the door. Steven stopped the door from closing with his foot. “Not really, its about the rent. I think I’d better come in so we can have a chat.” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed in past me, his hand ‘accidentally’ grazing my cock through the towel as he did. He crossed the hall and dropped down onto my sofa, right in the middle with his arms spread out across the back – it was only a two seater so I’d have had to practically squeeze in next to him to sit. I opted instead to sit perched awkwardly on the foot stool, feeling a little exposed there still just wrapped in my towel. “Look, I know I’m a bit behind, but I get paid next week, and I’ll get you…” “You told me the same thing last week,” Steven cut me off, “’Soon’ doesn’t cut it. Rent is due when it’s due. I’m going to need to start looking at evicting you.” My heart sank – the flat was shit, but it was way cheaper than anything else around here and I could still barely afford it. “Shit, no...no wait, lets not be...surely there’s something…” I stammered out. “Weeeellll,” Steven drawled “I might consider waiting another week… if you were to make me happy. You want me happy, don’t you?” “I mean, of course, whatever you need,” I said, nodding. “What I need, is a lap dance. I’m horny as fuck and need to blow off some steam.” “Whoa, what? Listen, I’m not, y’know, obviously it’s cool or whatever, but I’m not gay…” “Did I ask? I don’t care if you’re into it or not, I just want to enjoy that body of yours. And I'm sure you'll have a ...positive experience. But, if you prefer to go down the other route, I suppose you better start packing…” Fuck! I couldn’t lose this place, but just the idea of giving this dirty old man a lap dance was horrifying! What choice did I have though. I was shaking a little as I stood up, was I actually going to do this? I took one step towards the leering man on my couch, I sighed and tried to think of something else as I turned to face the wall. One hand holding the towel about my waist I lowered myself a little and stuck my ass out and gyrated half-heartedly. “Closer,” Steven ordered from behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip a little as I obeyed and took a step back towards him. I shuddered a little as I felt his hand rub down my side and over my towel-wrapped ass and tried to just keep dancing. Suddenly he bunched the towel in his fist a and ripped it off me, eliciting a gasp from me. “I didn’t say stop,” Steven growled, “and you need to actually be on my ‘lap’ for it to be a lapdance.” He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me down before I could answer and I half fell on to him. I froze for a moment, but surely this was as bad as it was going to get, right? I’m naked sitting in the lap of some old pervert, and oh my god was that his cock I could feel under me? I felt something poking me through the material of his dirty jogging trousers, right between my arse cheeks. But I needed this place. Give the guy some fun and I’d still have a roof over my head next week. I began to gyrate again, just had to get through it. After a minute or so I began to feel Steven move his hips under mine – apparently he was enjoying my attempt at a lap dance as that was now definitely his cock I could feel hardening beneath me, grinding against me. Jesus christ, how big was it? I was still hating this, but at least I was doing a good job. I put a little more into what I was doing, if I was going though with this I might as well try and make him happy. “Hang on a second,” Steven pushed me up off him briefly, pulled down the waistband of his joggers pulling out his stiffening cock. Before I could even react to this, he put his rough hands on my hips again and pulled me back down to his lap. His massive cock was now wedged between my arse cheeks, I could feel the heat of it against my skin. “That’s better, much more comfortable. Well, keep going, we’re not done yet.” Steven punctuated this order with a stinging slap of my ass. The pain shocked me back into motion, what was even happening? Was I really grinding my ass on his cock? How far was this going to go? Steven’s hands were still firmly grasping my waist and he guided me the way he wanted, sliding up and down his shaft. Now that it was out, I could smell the ripe unwashed smell much more strongly – was that his dick I could smell? The one that was being rubbed hard up against me. The one that, if I wasn’t mistaken was now oozing sticky pre-cum on my crack. Steven’s right hand left my hip and slipped round to my crotch. I gasped as his right hand encircled the base of my cock and my balls at the same time. He was wanking me and at the same time gently squeezing my balls in a way that sent confusing electric shocks of pleasure/pain shooting through my groin and up my spine. I was horrified at how far this had got out of control, but my body betrayed me as my cock stiffened and began to throb. “That’s it boy. Just you let me make you feel good. Knew you’d be a good little bitch for me.” Steven growled in my ear, at this point my head was laid back on his chest as I ground my tight little ass on his monster oozing cock – by now my crack felt slick with his precum as he slid its length and and down it. He was guiding my hips more by the hand tugging at my cock and balls than the one on my hip now, pulling more this way then the other as my hips followed. He began to pull me further and further up until finally I was almost completely off him, my back arched uncomfortably with the only points of contact being my shoulders pressed against his chest and the heat of his cock nestled between my cheeks, it’s slick tip pressed against my tight virgin asshole. He stopped for a moment, hand still but wrapped tight around my balls stopping me from moving. I moaned, partly from discomfort and I hated to admit to myself but a bit of frustration. Steven chuckled gently. “Now just you stay right there.” “Please...please don’t…” I mumbled “Don’t what boy? Seems like you’re having as much fun as me if your cocks anything to go by.” “Please don’t...don’t fuck me…” what was I saying? How had this gone this far? “Don’t worry, I’m just going to make you feel good. Does me good to feel a lad like you enjoying himself on top of me.” As he said this his left hand slid up from my hip to my throat, pulling my head back a little further and making it just a little harder to breathe. His right hand moved from my balls to encircling my now rock hard shaft. I moaned a little as he began to gently stroke me, teasingly going up and down smearing my pre-cum. A little of the tension in my body released, but this relaxation pushed my ass hole further against the oozing cock head at it’s entrance. I tried to lift my ass further away, the movement making me fuck his hand. I had to keep my core muscles tense to stop from sinking down, but the feeling of the expert hand on my cock kept distracting me. My concentration would slip and I would sink down a little, the slick precum lubricating my hole enough that it would sink just a fraction into my tight hole, the burn of the intrusion would wake me up a little and I would buck my hips up away from Steven’s dirty cock. This pattern seemed to repeat forever, each time my hole seemed to sink just a little further onto the cock before my now aching core lifted me up off of it and towards the hand teasing me, keeping my cock just on the edge but not quite over the horizon of orgasm. By this point my legs were trembling with the effort of keeping me up and my breathing was growing ragged and moaning around the pressure of the hand around my throat. Eventually I couldn’t hold the position any longer and my legs gave out – I fell just a bit too far and the entire head of his cock popped through, several inches of it sliding inside me forcefully driven by the weight of my body. My eyes opened wide and I let out a moan at the pain in my hole, I could feel it tear as it tried and failed to accommodate. My moan of pain was answered by one of pleasure from the mouth next to my ear. I tried in vain to lift myself off, but even with the motivation of the burning pain I couldn’t get my legs to obey me enough to do so. “That’s it boy. Just relax and let daddy make you feel good.” His hand kept stroking as he spoke, my cock somehow still hard. I eventually gave up trying to lift up and sank down further onto the shaft impaling me. I felt every inch of him slowly slide into my poor arse, tears falling from my now closed eyes as I gave into the inevitability of what was happening. After a minute my ass met his legs as he finally sank to the hilt. I was now sat fully on his lap, trembling and vision blurred with tears as he still had one hand around my throat and another around my shaft.

I had so much fun writing that last chapter, that I banged out another tonight. This is very likely the last chapter as it brings the story full circle while leaving a bit to the reader's imagination. Besides I need to get a few more chapters to my other story in another section. So here you go, I hope you all enjoy. *** Part 4 Over the next couple of weeks, Joey was insatiable. We went into the city and visited the bathhouse on Sunday. Joey was very popular. I definitely noticed a change from his past visits. Before he had always been a bit shy and let me find guys to fuck him in our room, but now he wanted to be on display in the public area. He made no secret that he was accepting all loads, no questions asked. When one of the guys asked him if he was on PrEP, he answered, “Not anymore, I’m done being worried about that. I’ve accepted my fate and I’m not hiding from it anymore.” God was he sexy. When we got back home he took an active part in cruising the apps looking for guys to fuck him. We had a talk about that and we agreed that even with him finding guys on his own, our one rule was that if fucking was going to happen, we both had to be in the room. Either of us could get oral sex, which honestly neither of us was that interested in, without the other being there, but if we were fucking, the other got to watch. I’d often get a message near the end of the day of my classes letting me know a guy was coming over that evening to breed him. Every session of him getting bred by some random stranger, or Ray, who was coming over a couple times a week, ended with me fucking the unknown and known poz loads deeper into Joey’s hungry ass. Ray did not fuck me again. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to take a poz load, but just because after that first time, which was very hot in the moment, it reminded me that getting fucked was not what turned me. Seeing a hot young man like Joey, being a wanton bottom slut, getting fucked by guys he barely knew, not caring if they were poz, taking a toxic load; that is what really turned me on. A little over a month after his PrEP wore off, Joey came down with some flu like symptoms. I spoiled the hell out of the boy while I took care of him. Changing the sheets as he sweated through them, some cold towels for his forehead, chicken soup and other comfort food he could keep down. I also bought him the latest PlayStation console, to give him something to keep him entertained while in bed. We obviously took a break from having guys come over to fuck him, and I let him know that it was entirely up to him when he resumed having sex. A few days after he had recovered, I received a message from him. It read ‘Met a cute little twink at the gym. He’s coming over tonight so we can give you a show’. There was a picture attached. I waited a sec for it to download. While I waited I was curious as Joey usually preferred older guys. I opened the pic when it as ready and say a barely legal young man, probably just turned 18. The young man reminded me of so many of the gay twinks that took my Queer Studies course the very first semester of college. I of course never hit on them because I didn’t want to lose my job. I immediately started typing a response when I received another message from Joey, ‘Don’t worry, he goes to the community college, so not one of your students’. My husband knew me so well. I quickly deleted the question I was going to ask and respond, ‘I was worried there for a sec. Not usually your type, hopefully he has a nice dick to breed you with’. Joey’s reply was just the devil smiley face emoji. I rushed home as soon as my afternoon office hours were over and got the playroom ready. I figured the young man would be more comfortable with the bed than the sling out, so I put the sling away and got the bed ready with the play sheet. A half hour later, Joey and the twink arrived. Joey introduced him, his name as Kyle. He had turned 18 last week. He attended the local community college and was taking art classes. Joey had caught him checking him out at the gym, so approached him and introduced himself. I was seeing a new side of Joey. Kyle was clearly submissive and there was no way I could see this boy topping Joey. “So Kyle, now that you’ve met my husband, do you still want me to fuck you knowing he has to watch?” asked Joey. I kept my mouth shut but I’m sure Joey noticed the confused expression that flashed across my face. Kyle blushed then gave a little smile, “Sure, your husband is kind of hot for an older guy. Since you said he is a top and you are verse, I wouldn’t mind if he fucked me after you if he wants.” Joey had a huge smile on his face as he said, “I’m sure he would like, that’s go into the playroom you cute little slut.” He got up and grabbed Kyle’s hand and led him to the playroom. I got up and followed. I took my spot in my chair as I watched Joey take the lead and be dominate for a change. He stripped off Kyle’s clothes, revealing the twink’s pale smooth skinny body. Once he had the boy naked, he pushed him down to his knees and grabbed a fistful of the boy’s shaggy brown hair. “Get me hard bitch,” he said as shoved Kyle’s face into his crotch. Kyle mouthed Joey’s cock through his spandex workout shorts. Joey’s cock formed a nice sized bulge in his shorts. He let go of Kyle’s head and reached down, hooking his thumbs under the wait band of his shorts and pulled them down, taking his jockstrap with them. He six inch cut cock flopped out and smack Kyle in the face. “Suck it baby,” he said to Kyle. The twink immediately took it into his mouth and worked it down his throat, quickly taking it all down to the base. Clearly despite recently turning eighteen, this wasn’t the first time Kyle had sucked a cock. As Kyle sucked him, Joey stripped off his workout clothes. Once he was naked he jumped onto the bed, on his back. He flexed his muscular arms. I could see that Kyle was hypnotized by sight of my little twenty-four-year-old muscle jock of a husband laying naked on the bed, fresh from a workout. “Come worship me you little slut, lick me muscles and pits. I could tell from the way your were looking at me while I worked out that you want this, show me how much you want it,” said Joey in a commanding voice he had never used with me. Kyle quickly crawled onto the bed and dove into Joey’s smooth pits. It was my preference as well as Joey for him to be smooth. The little twink slut was in heaven. He was almost purring as he buried his face into my boy’s armpits. He probably spent almost a half hour licking, sucking, and worshiping almost every inch of Joey’s body, but Joey would not let him suck his rock hard dick which was leaking pre-cum the entire time. Eventually Joey got up and pushed Kyle face first down onto the bed. “Time for you to get fucked slut,” Joey said. He looked back at me and motioned with his head towards the bottle of lube that was on the desk in the room. I got up, grabbed the bottle, then tossed it to Joey. He pumped some into his hand, then roughly shoved a lubed up finger into the twink’s hole. “You have a condom?” asked Kyle as Joey fingered lube into his hole. Joey turned and gave me an evil smile, “Daddy, do we have any condoms left?” I was so turned out watching this scene that it took me a second to figure out a response. Sure, we did have a few condoms from back in the day in a drawer in the desk, but what I really knew what Joey was asking was if I wanted to watch him fuck this young twink raw and breed him with what we suspected was Joey’s freshly poz cum. “Um, no, we used up the last of them last week,” I lied, giving Joey my consent for him to proceed. “Damn, I so wanted to fuck you Kyle, you are so hot,” said Joey sounding disappointed. “Um, well, are you negative?” asked Kyle. “As far as I know, my last test results were negative, I can send them to you if you want,” said Joey. I mean we suspected Joey was poz, but we hadn’t confirmed it yet, so I guess it wasn’t technically a lie. “No I guess that’s fine then,” said Kyle, his desire to feel Joey’s cock in him overriding his conditioning to ask for condoms. Joey immediately lubed up his cock and shoved it into Kyle’s asshole before the boy could give it anymore thought. He shoved it in roughly and went balls deep on the first thrust. I could tell Joey wanted to ruin the twink’s hole and make it more vulnerable for his likely toxic cum. “Ugh, not so rough,” protested Kyle. “Shut up you stupid cunt, I’m in charge now and I’m fucking claiming your ass as mine. I’m going to breed your ass and impregnate you. You’re going to have my babies, aren’t you slut,” he growled as he started pounding in and out of Kyle’s ass. Kyle moaned a bit and grunted occasionally as Joey got into a grove fucking him. The more Joey fucked him the more he moaned and the less he protested. Soon it was obvious that Kyle was enjoying the hard fuck. “Where do you want my load bitch? You want it in your ass like a real slut, or are you fucking pussy that wants me to pull out. If I pull out I ain’t fucking you again,” said Joey as he was getting close to cumming. It didn’t take Kyle long to decide, “Cum in me Sir, breed your slut, I want it.” “Fuck, take it slut, you belong to me now, I’m going to get you pregnant. Oh fuck,” said Joey as he started to unload his cum, which he suspected but did not know for sure was carrying the virus, into the cumdump slut in training that had just turned eighteen. If it weren’t for the prospect that I would get to fuck Joey’s potentially toxic load further into the twink’s ass, I would have cum right then, but I had stopped stroking myself a while ago to keep myself from cumming. Joey collapsed down on top of the smaller young man. Kyle started rocking his ass up and down, trying to fuck himself on Joey’s cock which was slowly going soft. I could tell that Kyle was close to cumming and needed a little bit more to get himself off. “My turn,” I said as I got up and moved onto the bed. “Yes Daddy,” said Joey as he rolled off his slut. He pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart, giving me a view of Kyle’s puffy red hole that was leaking a bit of Joey’s cum. I did not bother lubing up my cock, I just sunk it straight in to Kyle used hole. I fucked him for less than a minute in that position before rolling him on his side to free his cock from its trapped position. Joey got some lube and applied it to his hand then reached down and started jacking Kyle’s hard dick as I fucked the boy’s sloppy hole. “Cum for Daddy,” I whispered into Kyle’s ear. He responded by thrusting his hips, working his cock into Joey’s hand and my cock into his ass, “Yeah Boy, you were born to be a slut for men weren’t you?” “Yes Daddy,” he responded. “You love having bare cocks fucking loads into your hole don’t you slut?” I asked. It took him a second as his brain fought against all the safer-sex propaganda he had been taught during his upbringing, but eventually his true desires won out. “Yes Daddy, fuck me, breed me,” he begged. “Such a Good Boy,” I said giving him positive reinforcement. I don’t know if it was that or the combination of my cock in his ass and Joey’s hand around his cock caused him to have what was likely one of the most intense orgasms of his live. His neg cum spewed out of his cock and painted the playsheet in front of him. His ass spasmed in orgasm around my cock put me over the edge and I buried my cock as deep as it could go and unloaded my own cum into him, not knowing or caring if it was toxic or not. “Fuck that was hot. I understand now why you enjoy watching me,” said Joey as he knelt over us. I got up off the bed and leaned down and gave my husband a deep kiss. A broke the kiss then headed towards the door of the room. “Be a good Sir and give your new Boy some aftercare. I’d like to see him come around some more. I’m going to go use the upstairs bathroom to shower. “Yes Daddy,” said Joey. He laid down on the bed next to Kyle who was still panting and enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. He snuggled up behind the twink and wrapped him in his arms. “Damn boy, that was so hot, you are such a great fuck. Thank you for sharing your body with us and letting us breed you,” said Joey as he cuddled the boy. My last image as I left the room was the big dopey smile on Kyle’s face and then the boy saying, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I took a shower then put on some shorts. After I got out of the shower, I heard the sounds of the downstairs shower come on. I waited upstairs, giving Joey the opportunity to spend some post fuck time with the young man he had brought over to stealth and let me fuck. Once I heard the front door close I went downstairs. Joey was still naked and his cock was semi-hard. “So, are you a top now?” I asked. Joey gave me that evil grin of his that until tonight I never knew he had, “For neg ass I am. Speaking of which, for every twink I bring home for us to breed, I get to fuck your ass until you’re also poz.” I watched as his cock hardened all by itself as he laid down that new rule. “Deal,” I quickly replied. Without any further conversation I turned and walked into the playroom. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed, presenting my ass to my freshly pozzed husband. Joey followed me into the room and grabbed the bottle of lube off the desk. As I waited there for him to fuck me and breed me with what was we both suspected was a poz load, I wondered what sort of monster I had created. I had gently and slowly manipulated Joey into wanting to take poz loads while he was no longer protected by PrEP, and now he seemed to want to bring home young clueless twinks for us to both infect, regardless of if they where chasing or not. ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ I thought to myself as Joey’s bare cock pushed into my rarely fucked ass in order to infect me so that we could both breed more men and pass the virus on.

Part 6 I was really turned on by what Jake and I had done and I couldn't help wondering if he would want to take things further. I decided it would be best to leave it up to him to initiate something if he wanted to, and, as it happens, I didn't see that much of him over the next week or so. The followind Saturday morning our hot tub was installed in the garden. It had arrived during the week and we had arranged for a local firm to come and fit it for us. Two guys turned up to fit it - one guy was in his mid to late 40s and the other, younger guy, who was obviously his son, looked to be in his early twenties. They were both quite big guys, the older with short hair and the younger with much longer hair tied back in a ponytail. We let them get on with it and after an hour or so I took them out a cold drink. The older guy was on the phone and the younger lad was bent over the tub. His shorts had slipped down a bit and I had a great view of the top of his pants and his arse crack. I gave him his drink and he smiled in thanks. I asked him how it was going and he said fine. He told me his name was Jack and he was a student at technical college. He worked with his dad at the weekend installing hot tubs. "I spend every weekend installing them and I never get to sit in one!" he said with a grin. His dad was some way away, still talking on the phone and, on impulse, I asked Jack if he would like to come round and try our hot tub. He seemed surprised, but was clearly up for it and we arranged that he would come round the following afternoon. Jack said he was looking forward to it and then, lowering his voice, he said "Don't mention it to my dad, though!" That night we used the tub for the first time and it was amazing. We had always fancied one but never seriously thought we would get one - especially this one which was quite an expensive model. We both really enjoyed sitting in the water, relaxing and having more than a few drinks. We had been fairly sure the tub would not overlooked in any way and sure enough it wasn't. We had both removed our shorts now and Ryan put his arm around me and kissed me. I could feel my cock getting hard and I reached down and felt Ryan's - which was also fully hard. We kissed for a bit longer and then Ryan sat on the edge of the tub, his cock sticking up between his legs as I went down on him. I sucked him for a little while and then we changed places and soon I was the one getting sucked. At one corner of the tub there was a little concrete shelf and after a while Ryan got up and bent over the shelf. His arse was at the perfect height and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. A few minutes later I pushed my hard cock up him and fucked him right there in the garden, shooting a big load right into him. Having a hot tub was going to be fun! The following afternoon, Jack came round, looking rather shy but quite excited. I wasn't really sure about Jack - I had definitely got what I thought was a bit of a vibe from him during our brief conversation, but you can't always tell. He was quite shy at first but after a couple of drinks he was more relaxed and started asking about the two of us - how long we had been together and how we met. We told him and then I asked him if he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend and he shook his head. Ryan asked him which he would prefer to have and he rather shyly confessed he would like to have a boyfriend. After another drink, I decided to make a move and asked Jack if he was up for some fun. "What kind of fun?" he asked and, in answer I stood up in front of Ryan and pulled my shorts down. Ryan took hold of my cock and began to suck it. "This kind of fun!" I said, looking at Jack. He didn't move for a moment, then he stood up and pulled his shorts down, moving in closer to me. He had quite a nice cock and soon it was in Ryan's mouth as he took turns sucking first me and then Jack. After a while, Ryan bent over the shelf, his arse in the air and looking over his shoulder asked "Who wants to go first?" I looked at Jack, but he nodded at me and I stepped up behind Ryan. He groaned as I pushed my now lubed cock right up him and began to fuck him. Jack had moved in even closer and was wanking as he watched me fuck Ryan. I fucked Ryan for a bit longer and then pulled out and motioned to Jack to take my place. He hesitated for a moment and I pulled his cock toward's Ryan's arse and guided it into his hole. Jack sighed and began to fuck, slowly at first and then faster as he got into his rhythm. I love watching Ryan getting fucked - especially as I know he loves it so much. Jack fucked Ryan for a little longer and then he began to groan and pushed his cock right up Ryan, obviously shooting his load right up him. Jack was breathing heavily as he pulled out of Ryan's arse and sat back down. "That was awesome!" he said with a grin as I fetched us all another drink. After a while I asked Jack if he was up for some more fun and he nodded and motioned to me to stand in front of him. My cock was hard and Jack took it into his mouth and sucked me for a while as Ryan watched. I asked if Jack wanted to take a turn over the shelf and he nodded. A short time later, he was bent over, his fit, meaty arse in the air. Ryan lubed him up and I pushed my cock against his hole. He was very tight but I managed to push my cock up him slowly but surely. I gave Jack a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him gently as he gave little moans and played with his cock. After a while I began to fuck him a bit harder but his arse was so tight it was not long before I was dumping my load right up him. When I pulled out, Ryan took my place and after a while he added his load to mine. It was all very horny - especially when a little later, Jack told us he had only ever fooled around with a couple of guys at college and had never fucked or been fucked before. The fact that we had taken Jack's anal virginity (and he had never mentioned condoms) made the whole experience even more horny. A few nights later, I remembered that Ryan had come home from work with a load of cum up his arse and I asked him what he had been up to. Ryan grinned and told me he had been a naughty boy and had been fucked by one of his patients. I knew that Ryan was always careful at work, as he didn't want to risk his job, but he had previously told me that when he was training he was moved around several hospitals to get experience and had worked various different shifts. He had told me that now and again when on night shift, he had discreetly wanked and sucked off a few of his male patients. He told me he hadn't done anything at work since he was married, but a few weeks before, an Irish guy in his mid 20s, Patrick, had been brought in following a road traffic accident when he had come off his motorbike and sustained various injuries, mostly on his right side. he and Ryan had got on well and one night Ryan had been helping to get him ready for bed and Patrick had got a massive hard on. Ryan had asked if there was anything else he could help with and Patrick had indicated his cock. That night Ryan had wanked him off and the following nights he had wanked him for a while and then sucked him off. That particular night, the ward had been short of staff, and Ryan was helping Patrick to shower. One thing had led to another and Ryan had sucked Patrick's cock and then licked his hairy arsehole. Ryan had then bent over the toilet and Patrick had fucked him. Ryan told me Patrick had fucked him hard and had whispered in his ear how horny it was to fuck him bareback "I fuckin;' need this," he whispered as he fucked Ryan even harder "I really fuckin' need this!" A little later he had moaned "Oh fuck!" I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' breed you!" and had pumped a massive load of cum into Ryan, which he had then brought home to me. Ryan told me that Patrick had been quite badly injured at first and his mother, his twin brother and his brother's girlfriend had come over from Ireland. This had not stopped Ryan and Patrick from having some discreet fun and Ryan had now been fucked a few times by Patrick and had also fucked Patrick's hairy arse, as he knelt up on his hospital bed. At the end of the week, Patrick's mother and his brother's girfriend were going back to Ireland and his twin brother was going to stay a bit longer. Ryan said Patrick had let him take a few pictures and asked me if I wanted to see them. I nodded and Ryan showed me a picture of a really handsome guy with dark curly hair and a really nice smile. He flicked on a couple of pictures and showed me one of Patrick's big cock and hairy balls and then one of his hairy arse. "Fuck!" I said Ryan told me that Patrick and his brother were going to stay in a hotel for a few days when Patrick was discharged from hospital and casually mentioned that he had invited them to come round and try the hot tub, adding that Patrick had told him his twin brother sometimes liked to go both ways! My life with Ryan just seemed to keep getting better and better! Life was quite busy - my best friend, Francis, had asked me to be his best man when he married his boyfriend in a couple of months and I was really nervous trying to think of what to say in my speech. Work was quite busy too. I hadn't seen Aaron for a while and assumed he was on holiday, but one of his colleagues told me he had been unwell and had been off work for a couple of weeks. I did have a quick fuck at work when we had some specialist training on cyber security. The guy doing the training was a reallt handsome black guy - probably in his mid 40s, with what looked like a massive packet at the front of his smart trousers. During the session, he mentioned that he was married with three children and was a lay preacher at the weekend. I think he picked up on my obvious interest in him though and after the session he asked me where the toilets were. I offered to show him and we ended up with him bent over the toilet, pants at this ankles as I fucked him and shot my load up him, before we changed places and I got a load up me too. I hadn't seen much of Jake since the two of us wanked off together and I wondered if he was avoiding me. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was, as he was obviously conflicted. However during that week he told me he had finished a major part of his work project and asked if he could come round at the weekend for me to take a look at it. I said yes, no problem and told him Ryan would be at work. Jake came round early on Saturday afternoon and we looked at his project together and exchanged some ideas. It was a hot day and we were both dressed in shorts and a T shirt. After we had finished I asked Jake if he would like to have a few drinks in the garden and to my surprise he shook his head and said "I'd rather stay in here." I was just about to reply when Jake pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as we kissed and I put my hand over it. We kissed for a while and then Jake went down and pulled my shorts and pants down. I was already hard and Jake took hold of my cock and wanked it a couple of times. "Nice!" he said as he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. He sucked me very well and I enjoyed every minute of it. He sucked me for a while longer and then he stood up and pulled me towards him again and kissed me. "Take me upstairs!" he said "I want you to fuck me!" I wanted nothing more than to take Jake upstairs and fuck his fit arse but I knew I couldn't do it without being honest with him. "Wait!" I said, "There's something I have to tell you." "No," he said decisively "You don't. You don't have to tell me anything, I already know." I looked at Jake and he looked straight back at me. "I already know." he said again. "You're HIV positive and you're not on any meds," he said, adding "Aidan told me when we were arranging to take on the house." "Oh," I said, not knowing what to say. "Take me upstairs," said Jake again, "I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" Jake nodded and I led him upstairs and into our bedroom. Jake pulled me towards him and soon we were both naked. Jake's cock was hard and I took it into my mouth and began to suck him as he gave a deep sigh. We changed places a couple of times and then Jake knelt up on the bed, his fit arse in the air. I couldn't resist pulling his cheeks apart to expose his hairy arsehole and seconds later my tongue was right up his hole. He moaned as I licked him and he said "Fuck me!" "Are you sure?" I asked again "Yes," he said "Fuck me," adding "No condom, I want it bareback!" I lubed him up and pushed the head of my cock gently against his hole. He moaned as the head of my cock went into his arse and, after giving him a moment to get used to my cock, I pushed the rest of my cock slowly right up his virgin arse. "Oh God!" he moaned "I want this! I really want this!" Jake's arse was the tightest I had ever fucked and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load as soon as my cock was right up him. "Fuck me! he whispered "Please fuck me!" I began to fuck him. "You know I'm not wearing a condom!" I said as I fucked him "Yes," he moaned "That's what I want!" I could tell that Jake was getting more and more turned on. "But I might give you HIV!" I said, "Are you sure you want me to fuck you!" "Yes, I do, I really fucking want it!" "I'm getting close," I panted, "Do you want me to cum in you?" "Oh yes," he moaned "Oh fuck yes!" "I'm really close now," I warned. "Do it," he moaned "Just fucking do it! I want it up me, I want it inside me!" A few seconds later I pumped what felt like a massive load of positive cum right into Jake's arse. When I pulled out, Jake took my still hard cock into his mouth and sucked it gently for a while. "Can you go again?" he asked I nodded and Jake pulled me on top of him, spreading his legs and pulling my cock towards his hole. "Fuck me!" he said "Give me another load of cum up my hole!" I pushed up him and fucked him again as we kissed. "Oh God, that's so good," he moaned "Can you cum in me again?" I was fairly sure I could and I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Do you think I'll still be a good little neg boy after this?" "No," I said "I don't - I think you'll probably be positive like me and Ryan" "Oh fuck!" he moaned. I had never thought Jake would turn out to be a secret chaser, but he shot his load as soon as I began to pump another load into his now wrecked hole. "I hope he knows what he's doing!" I thought as I finished breeding him for the second time.

Man, I took a great dick yesterday from a buddy I havent seen in six years because he joined the military. Cowboy type....when he came over and mounted me, he said do ya remember me bro...we fucked and then i remembered, wow the military turned this guy into a dynamo stud....he nailed me good and wants to come back for my ass to breed again!

Hooked up with a Filipino buddy that before I moved into San Francisco, I used to call my pre-loader. Doesn’t have a huge dick, but lots of stamina and is very verbal about how much he likes to fuck me and how good my hole is. He is always eager to hook up and load my hole. So before sex parties in SF, I would have him come over and give me my first load so I would have a fresh load in me when I arrived at the party. He now lives in Berkeley and I moved into San Francisco. So on Sunday, I decided to use him as my pre-loader again. He always comes quickly complaining that my hole is just too good for him to keep control. I scheduled a 6 PM hook up, thinking that I could head over to the aquatic park in Berkeley to check out the action. I haven’t been there for years. I don’t know if it was the hot weather but boy was it a good night with lots of men milling around. As soon as I got out of the car, I have this young African-American guy wearing a baklava, approached me and ask how I was doing while grabbing my ass after you grabbed it the second time I grabbed his already hard dick and we soon headed over to a park bench. Although it was dark, it was still a completely wide open spot so I became a public whore and rode him for over an hour. He had stamina and fucked me in every single position on that hard bench. He fucked me, bent over, one leg in the air, knees on the bench holding onto the back, and I rode him while he was sitting down. He wanted to make sure that that long slender 9 inch cock went deep inside of me. Occasionally, he’d pull out and ask me to suck his dick for a while or sometimes ask me to kiss and suck his neck. Men came and watched us, and I was kind of hoping that he would whore me out to others, but he seemed solely focused on me. Several guys whipped out their cocks while watching us, but no one approached. There was one shorter stocky guy that I was thinking might be homeless because he looked rather dirty and disheveled and had that deep sunburnt look that sometimes the homeless have. Unfortunately, I was unable to get the black guys load. He kept on asking people that approached us for poppers so maybe he needed that in order to cum. I was definitely disappointed after a good hour and a half but I decided to move on to get more loads. I checked out action in another area of the park. There was a white stocky muscular guy, fucking a bear cub, who was holding onto a tree for dear life. The top had a nice aggressiveness and rhythm to him, and I was definitely curious to feel him in my hole. As I edged closer, he started to grab my assand finger my used hole. He made sounds like he was coming in the cub so I actually thought he was finished, but when he pulled out, he turned me around and fucked me hard for about 15 minutes with his thick meaty cock. I moaned like a bitch in heat. When he pulled out, the cub jumped on me and proceeded to fuck his load in me. There were lots of men watching all of this action, and after the club was finished, I went over to where a few guys were stroking their dicks. There was a husky black guy with glasses who had a thick tapered cock that I chose to swallow first. After some deep throat head, I turned around and pushed onto his cock. Another fuck for 10 to 15 minutes. When he was done, I stood around in my jockstrap for a few minutes before the white guy that I thought was homeless pushed me over and started fucking me. He was like a jackrabbit fucking hard and fast with his 6 inch cock. He came quickly and then immediately pulled up his shorts and left. I walked around a bit, but things seem to be slowing down. The white guy with a great cock and rhythm was fucking yet another bottom. I was tempted to stay and see if I could get him to fuck me again, but I decided to head back into the city and check out Buena Vista Park. With the weather being warm, it seems like all the men were out, and that park was crowded as well! Within a few minutes of my arrival in the cruising area, there was a young skinny Latino top who pulled out his dick. I sucked on it for a while, but he wanted more privacy, so we went up to a quieter area. He was already rock hard when I had started to suck him and remained hard and ready to fuck so after a few minutes, I turned around and presented my ass. It took us a few minutes to find a good position because he had a wicked downward curve until he finally bent me over a railing. Because of this curve and the fact that I was taller than him, he slipped out a few times, but then immediately shoved back in and fucked like a young men who watch porn do; vigorously with the soul desire to cum. After he shot his load in me, he tucked away and said thank you. I had a few other fucks there. It was starting to slow down because it was already 11 o’clock at night. A muscular white dude went between me and another bottom for a while and then a very sexy bearded black guy fucked me for a while as well. Unfortunately, both were samplers and were trying out the bottoms that were there so I didn’t get any more loads for the night. Felt great to be used as a whore in a public park. My preloader

Joey's first unprotected cum dump session was well worth the wait, @Rillion! Not many chasers are like Joey in that he has a husband who not only is supportive, but also encouraged Joey's view on poz chasing to evolve from not allowing poz guys to breed him to begging poz guys for their toxic cum. In a lot of pozzing scenes, we don't "see" the efforts to manipulate a guy into chasing like we do here. At the end, there was a touching act that was an unexpected twist--"Daddy" happily accepted a toxic load from Ray and with Joey's approval. Saying, “I’d never ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself my love,” Up to this point, the main focus was to turn Joey into a poz cum dump, but now there's pozzibility that both Daddy and Joey will convert. We know that Joey is committed to becoming poz, but is Daddy, too? Future chapters will sort out this. Looking forward to it...

My step father caught me jerking off once, i was 13, he walked in and we made eye contact then he looked at my dick in my hand and backed out and shut the door, then I started jerking off thinking about him coming on in and locking the door behind him 💧

Me, my bro, and few of our fuck buds got invited to an orgy....we arrived and was met by the host...nice guy and we could see from the foyer that the action had started in the living room...we all said to each other, as we left a tip in the donate jar and started to get undress, that we could tell it was gonna be a good night of fucking,ff, and sucking... .until the host and answered the door and loudly said to the guys at the door, " Nope...you two are fat and ugly, and certainly do not meet my standards!" I saw the guys...yeah, not drop dead gorgeous models or bodybuilders but, decent guys...I immediately starting putting my clothes back on, as the host slammed the door on them! Told my bro and my buds that we are outta here! The host came up to me as I was pulling my t shirt back over my head and started to rub my bare butt! I jerked away immediately and said loudly "don't even think about it!" He said what? I told him that he was an asshole because of the way he reacted to the guys and the door! I said even if they didn't meet his type..they could have been somebody else's type and handled that totally devoid of kindness and respect! I quickly pulled up my shorts and put on flip flops, as the host got defensive and said my party and my rules! As we walked out, my Bro responded and said, Dude your party and your rules don't meet our fucking standards! I gave him a wicked smirk and our fuck buds flipped him off...he just stood at the door with slack jaw and dejected look...I turned around and said, " Dude, our world is judged by homophobic assholes and we don't need our own throwing stone at our fellow brothers....empathy is a fucking hot turn on! We proceeded to stop at a local gay bar to grab some beers and ran into the couple that the asshole had rejected...We immediately said to them that we told the host off and left his orgy... One of the guys actually broke down crying saying that he had lost weight and really worked hard on his self esteem this past year and this orgy was gonna be a stepping stone for him with his new found confidence and reentry back into, his words, a cruel world of mean gays... my bro hugged him hard and I told him that regardless of what happened tonight and that no matter how he looked he would always be a better man then that asshole at the door... ...we all sat for awhile and drank our beers and chatted..eventually getting him and his boyfriend laughing... after we all started feeling a buzz...I said "well guys, let's head back to my place and fuck!" So we had our own orgy with a new friends the center of attention!... As I was fucking my new friend, he whispered in my ear that that a guy like me with a firm ass was fucking him was only a fantasy to the version of him a few years ago....I told him the truth and whispered back that I've been with all types of guys and I can honestly say I probably fucked your earlier version too..cause I've learned that that the ones that might not be the same type as me or my typical type are usally really fun good fucks! I then kissed him said it's the soul that counts ....if it's good and then guy with soul may be a really great fuck but, if that soul is bad, like the asshole at the door...it ain't gonna happen! As we all ate breakfast that morning, our new friends said that they are so happy that they met us and felt good! My Bro said that they are now part of our pack and we all exchanged numbers... I kissed my new friend goodbye and as they proceeded out the door..a good gym friend of mine, who is hot as hell, was coming up the stairs to my door and started to laugh and said "I know what type of party I sadly missed seeing all these studs leaving "justaholeff's" apartment ! He then proceeded to slap my new friend on the ass and said,"next time? " I introduced them and said, in particular, my new friend, here, is beautiful inside and out and knows how to have a great fuck! We all laughed and I winked at my new friend, that was blushing from the flirting from my friend of a gym greek gods body and my compliment...He responded as they went down the stairs with very confident "fucking right!"

An excellent ending to this story, @Rillion! All major questions and "loose ends" are put to rest while giving readers a glimpse of what the characters will do/are doing in the future. We know that Joey is broadening his sexual desires and practices, and Daddy will be taking more probable poz loads from Joey. Some say that HIV has the power to turn a total bottom into at least an occasional top, so the virus can spread and thrive in others. Joey apparently has become one of these for in his words, "For a neg as. I am." We know until Daddy goes through the fuck flu, his negative ass is just one that Joey will be topping along with any other young muscle dude he finds. Thanks for the sharing this sexy and fun story, @Rillion! I look forward to another story from you!

In my 20s, I fooled around with a 70-something at a party, so around 50 year gap there. I live in a college town, so I have always been able to find guys 18-22 who wanted to breed my ass. That's about 35-40 years younger by the time I quit tricking in my late 50s. I have been with my now husband for 5 years; he is 36 years younger (26 and 62 as I am writing this).

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

Reading all these posts the saying: "make love, not war" cums to mind. Yesterday then again about 2 hours ago. was outside doing yard work and my FB called. i'll stop anything and get ready to get bred by Him, He's such an awesome fucker. After i finished cutting the lawn and washing my car with His seed inside of me. i find everything goes better with cum.

56 years was the gap. I was 17 and he was 73. He was hot as fuck. One of the first men to insist on breeding me too.

love that huge cock. Bet it taste great

You're killing me, son.

I'm so weary of the fiction that *all* men can *decide* to be versatile. It smacks of "can't you just decide to be straight" to me. There's a big difference between a guy who prefers to bottom vs. a guy who is wired as a bottom. The guy who prefers to bottom, but can top too, has other options and that's awesome (but he still gets to choose). That isn't me. I'm wired as a bottom so my dick isn't the center of my sexuality and penetrating someone doesn't turn me on very often. Trying to penetrate when I'm not into it... Does. Not. Work. The number of times I've been into penetrating someone in the last 30 years can be counted on one hand. The narratives that bottoms are "selfish" and "withholding their dicks" are fallacious and reek of ignorance and unhealthy entitlement. Those narratives ignore or seek to invalidate the bottom's autonomy over their body. What *really* bugs me are the guys that ignore me saying "I don't top", back up on my dick when I can't move away, then get pissed at me when my boner evaporates or I push them off. Firstly, not my choice, not my fault. Second, "forced to penetrate" is a category of rape. I get it, I have a nice dick and plenty of guys want to suck it and have it up their ass. I'd have a lot more sex if I topped, believe me, but I'm just not wired that way. If I could just *decide* to top and it would happen, I would have fucked a lot more ass over the years. I participate fully and play well in groups according to my nature. Asking me to do something I either can't do or don't enjoy because it you expect or want it is not cool with me.

As an experiment I openly posted a hotel room # on Grindr resulting in a mess of erratic people showing up. A guy who wanted to watch and refused to take off his clothes. A guy who wanted to play, but who put on a women's bikini and announced he wouldn't top. A rather hot-looking guy who freaked out when he realized he was getting someone else's cum on his dick. Needless to say that event didn't go very well. WE ALL HAVE BEEN THERE!!! I never laughed so hard! I 've posted my hotel # and hoping for best but it never works out like in the movies!!!

I've been on both ends of DP. I'm not that long and topping didn't last long, but OMG is the sensation of having two men pumping and cumming in you at the same time is unreal! LOVE LOVE LOVE it!

I think another issue is no one wants to be versatile anymore. To have a good orgy with lots of action you really need at least 50% of the attendees to be versed.

Apologies for the delay everyone. My travel is done and I've been able to make the time to finish part 3. I have one more chapter I want to write to conclude this story after this. +++ Part 3 We waited another day to make sure this is what Joey wanted. I did not want him blaming me for this. Sure I had been manipulating him towards this the whole time, but he was independent enough that I knew if he felt like this was his decision and I hadn’t pressured him into it, that he would internalize it as his independent decision. So the following day, we made a video of him standing in the bathroom with his bottle of PrEP. Joey looked into the camera, “Hey all you hot poz daddies. My name is Joey and I am a cumdump. For awhile now I’ve been taking loads and relying on PrEP to keep me from getting infected. Well, I’m finally ready to embrace my destiny.” He opened the bottle and poured the contents into the toilet then flushed it. He turned back to the camera, “This is my choice and I am now canceling my online prescription.” He pulled out his phone, which was preloaded to the cancellation page of online PrEP service. He pressed the cancel button, then put a finger over his identifying information and turned the phone back to the camera. I moved in for a close up and showed the confirmation that the prescription had been canceled. I panned back out as Joey lowered his phone. He smiled at the camera, “So which of you hot daddies wants to breed me with their toxic cum and get me pregnant with your viral babies.” I stopped the recording. “Perfect. Fuck that was so hot,” I said. Joey saw that I was hard and my cock was tenting out my sweatpants. Without saying anything he dropped to his knees, lowered my sweatpants, and started sucking my cock. I was so turned on that I came quickly, which was rare for me, especially from just a blowjob. I took the video and logged into BBRTS and sent it to the guys that had said they would take med holidays in order to give Joey a toxic load if he ever stopped PrEP. Several backed up but quite a few promised they would stop their meds and to give them a few weeks. I also hit Ray up and let him know that Joey had stopped his PrEP and sent him the video as well. He pinged me right back and said he had actually stopped after his first hook up with Joey and the poz roleplay scene we had arranged. We scheduled an all day session for ten days out, figuring that would be enough time for the PrEP that was in Joey’s system still to clear itself. We didn’t really have many hookups that week as most of the guys we were really interested in wanted to wait until they had a higher viral load or for Joey’s PrEP had worn off. So we entertained ourselves by watching bareback cum dump porn, unfortunately there isn’t enough of it that is focused on vocal conversion dirty talk, so we did it ourselves. I’d fuck his ass with a dildo while we watched a muscle jock like him getting fucked raw as I said how hot it would be for him to be taking raw loads like that from poz tops and getting toxic load after toxic load. Fortunately we had enough guys claiming to be poz tops to host a gangbang on the Saturday after Joey’s PrEP would be worn off. We had five guys lined up that wanted to help convert my little muscle stud. Ray was one of the five. He was scheduled to be the first top to breed Joey’s unprotected boy cunt. I had loosened Joey’s hole up by roughly fucking it with one of our dildos and my fingers. I hadn’t trimmed my nails and while I wasn’t intentionally cutting him, I was not gentle. I wanted his hole to be juicy and receptive not bloody as Joey had a thing about blood. Joey was tied up in the sling waiting for Ray when he arrived. Ray quickly stripped down after entering the room. It didn’t take him long to get hard as he soaked up the sight of my young muscle jock stud of a husband tied up, his ass exposed, waiting to get his vulnerable hole flooded with toxic cum. He didn’t say anything as he slowly jacked his cock. I spoke up, “Joey, this is going to be your first known poz fuck now that you’ve stopped your PrEP. You need to let this man know, you are ready, that you want, I want to hear you beg this man for poz cum, beg him to bred your neg cunt and poz you.” Joey glanced at me and then at Ray, who he had never seen before even though the man had been one of the catalysts for Joey accepting that he wanted to be a bug chaser. “Please Sir, fuck my neg ass and give me your toxic load. I want you to poz me and make me pregnant with your viral babies,” he begged as he looked at Ray’s now hard cock. Ray grunted, not yet wanting to give Joey the chance to recognize him. He stepped forward and sunk his poz cock to the hilt in Joey’s ass in one hard thrust. Joey gasped at the rough intrusion. He quickly started moaning though as Ray started pumping in and out of Joey’s vulnerable asshole. “Yes, oh yes, please Sir, harder, give it to me, infect me, ruin me, give me your virus Sir,” begged Joey as Ray fucked him. I was harder than I could ever remember. It was finally happening, this safe sex only closeted jock muscle stud I had courted was not begging for a poz top’s seed as he was getting fucked raw by someone he that as far as he knew he had never met before. “Yeah Joey, you look so hot right now,” I said, “I love having a fucking no loads refused husband that is begging for a toxic load, I love you so much.” Ray could no longer stay silent, “Fuck yeah Boy, I knew when I fucked you before that you couldn’t stay on PrEP forever after you begged for my toxic load last time.” Joey’s eyes went wide when recognized the voice and the admission that Ray had been the top that helped him accept that he preferred poz loads over unknown cum. “Fuck me Sir, thank you for trying to me poz me last time. I can’t wait to take your virus into me now that I’m off PrEP. Breed me! Give me your load!,” he yelled as Ray was slamming into him. All of this was too much for Ray as he gave a grunt and then pulled Joey’s hips back against him as he started to breed my boy. “Fuck here it comes slut, going to infect you, knock you up with my poz babies, charge you and and change you forever,” he said as made small thrusts as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, injecting his poison cum into Joey’s muscular ass. Joey was just chanting “Yes, Yes, Yes,” as he took the charged load. Untouched and unannounced neg cum started shooting out of Joey’s hard cock as he was bred. I was close to cumming but I stopped playing with my cock as I didn’t want to cum yet, we had several more tops scheduled to visit today and I wanted to edge through the day so I would still be hard and ready to fuck my Boy’s poz cum filled hole at the end. Ray left his cock buried in Joey’s ass, keeping the cum pushed deep. He reached down and scooped up Joey’s cum with hand and brought it to the boy’s mouth. “Here boy, taste one of your last neg loads. After today you are going to infect and no longer shooting blanks. Your cum will be toxic and you’ll feel the virus calling you to spread it to others.” After they had both recovered from their orgasms, Ray pulled out and I rushed over with a butt plug to keep Ray’s cum inside Joey’s ass. I thanked Ray and escorted him to the living room. I had already arranged for him to be the first and last high-viral load breeder to fuck Joey today. So he was going to hang and recover as the other guys used my husband. I did get on my knees and suck his poz cum, lube, and Joey’s ass juices off his cock. We were interrupted by a knock on the door as the next guy arrived for Joey’s conversion pump and dump. I opened the door and gave a nod, “Follow me, the little muscle stud chaser is tied up in sling in our playroom.” The guy whose name I didn’t know, just his online handle of ‘ToxicGifter123’ followed me. He didn’t bother stripping, but instead just unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock out of his pants and approached Joey’s head. “Going to rape your throat first before I give you my gift,” he said as he grabbed Joey’s head and turned it so he could thrust his cock into Joey’s mouth. He skull fucked Joey for a few minutes, his precum being thrust forcefully into Joey’s throat as Joey gagged and almost vomited from the rough throat fucking. “Yeah, you’re just a stupid faggot whose purpose in life is to be used by real men,” he growled. Eventually he was ready to fuck and breed Joey, so he pulled out and moved into position. He pulled out the butt plug and held it out to me, “Here Daddy, clean your Boy’s plug as I fuck that load into him and add my own ever more toxic cum to this bitch’s cunt.” I sucked Ray’s cum off the plug as I watched captivated as probably the thickest cock that Joey had ever taken pushed into his ass. Joey whined, “It’s too thick.” “Shut up you worthless cumdump, you will take it and you will thank me for bothering to impregnate you with my HIV babies,” said the man as he reached out and slapped Joey across the face. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” responded Joey. My boy had come a long way and it was clear he was fully embracing his role as a bug chasing cumdump. For all his talk, ToxicGifter123 did not last as long as Ray, although he certainly gave my boy a hard dicking. As he got close he made Joey beg for his load, to beg to infect him, which Joey did with enthusiasm. Joey’s cock had regained its hardness during the rough fuck, but he wasn’t ready to cum again. ToxicGifter123 shouted out as he came, “Take that toxic load bitch, feel my cum penetrate you and knock you up.” As with Ray, Joey was happily shout out “Yes, Yes Sir, gift me,” as he took the anonymous man’s high viral load cum. Again after he came and pulled out, I shoved the plug back into Joey’s sloppy cunt. It went in much easier this time as the man’s thick cock had Joey’s asshole gaping. I made sure to use the plug to scoop and shove the cum that was leaking out back into his abused hole. I showed the man out then returned to the playroom and untied Joey, letting him stretch and readjust. I brought him a bottle of water as well. “How you doing baby?” I asked. “I’m doing good,” he replied. I sensed a bit of sheepishness on his part though. I reached down and ran my hand through his sweaty hair and down his wet face, then gently gripped his chin. “You are so fucking sexy. Seeing you be a horny little cum dump slut begging for loads is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I love you so much,” I said then leaned down and kissed him. I pressed my tongue into his mouth and ravaged him, dominating the kiss. When I broke the kiss he looked up at me and smiled, “Thank you Daddy, I’ve the luckiest Boy in the world to have you.” My cock was hard and I almost abandoned the plan and fucked him right then and there but our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. I quickly started re-securing Joey to the sling as I yelled out, “Ray, can you let the next guy in while I tie Joey back up?” “Sure,” yelled Ray from the living room. A moment later Ray, still naked and semi-hard, led the next breeder into the playroom. He pointed to Joey and said, “Here you go, give this slut what he needs,” to the man next to him. This guy and the next were more of the same. They were very verbal and threw some hard fucks into my boy. It seemed that this conversion party was bringing out the verbal top pig in all the men. After the fourth man left I asked Ray if he was ready to give Joey another load. “Sure, your boy needs one more load,” he said as we walked into the playroom. Joey seemed to be laying there in a state of bliss as he four toxic loads trapped in his ass by the plug. Ray and went over and ran our hands over Joey. His naked muscular body was covered in sweat and lube. I pulled out the plug and licked in clean. I expected Ray, who was hard again, to fuck Joey, but instead Ray grabbed my cock and gave it a few strokes. “I want see you fuck your Boy’s sloppy toxic hole,” he said as he pulled my cock towards Joey’s dripping hole. I was so turned on that I couldn’t say no. I sank my cock into the toxic cum filled tunnel of my husband’s ass. I started slowly thrusting in and out, as I stood between Joey’s legs which were on either side of me in the sling’s stirrups. “Oh fuck Joey, your cum filled cunt feels so good on my cock,” I moaned. I heard some noise behind me but didn’t pay it any attention until I felt Ray pressing up behind me. His arms reached around from behind me and he grabbed Joey’s thighs. I was trapped between Ray and Joey. I could feel Ray’s cock which was lubed up sliding up and down my crack as I fucked Joey. “I think its only fair that Daddy here take at least one toxic load today. What do you think Joey, you want to see your Daddy here get my gift, just like you did?” Joey looked up at me. I’m sure he saw the mix of desire and fear in my eyes. “Yes, I want to see you infect my Daddy as he gives me one of his last negative loads,” said Joey, smiling at me. I had stopped fucking as they talked. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to stop, or if I was just unknowingly giving Ray the opportunity to line his cock up, but I soon felt Ray’s cock pushing into my ass and spreading my asshole open as it gave into his raw HIV positive cock. It had been awhile since I had been fucked, so it was not a pleasant experience as he initially penetrated me. My own cock got soft. Once he was fully buried in my ass, Ray stopped and let me get used his cock. I looked down and saw Joey smiling up and me with a look of absolute love and joy. His cock was hard. I smiled at him and reached down and stroked his cock. “I’d never ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself my love,” I said. As the pain of the initial penetration passed, my cock started to get hard again and I was able to reinsert it into Joey. I resumed fucking the four toxic loads into my husband, but my thrusts were causing Ray’s cock to slide in and out of my own ass. Having edged all day, it didn’t take me long until I blasted Joey’s ass with my own negative load. Once I had cum, Ray took over and started pounding my ass hard, pushing me into Joey. I bent forward and started kissing Joey as Ray ravaged my ass. “Okay Daddy, you know what you need to do, just like your Boy,” growled Ray into my ear. “Please Sir, give me that toxic load, bred my ass, knock me up, gift me Sir,” I begged. “Fuck yeah, welcome to club bitch,” he said as grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him as he started shooting his cum into my ass, breeding me with high viral load cum. We took a few minutes to recover then Ray got dressed again and I showed him to the door. I returned to the playroom and untied Joey. As soon as he was free he went over to the table and grabbed the butt plug. Without saying a word I turned around and presented him my ass. He slide the plug in then we hugged and made out for what seemed like an hour as I probed his abused sloppy ass with my fingers. Eventually we went upstairs to the bed room and lay cuddling on the bed as we basked in the afterglow of the hottest sex either of us had ever experienced. Later that evening, I held his head and stared into his eyes and said, “You know, we can go get PEP tomorrow if you are having any regrets.” “I know, but I’d rather we get up tomorrow morning and drive into the City to see how many random loads I can take from strangers at the bathhouse,” said Joey smiling at me. “That sounds much better baby,” I said.

Thanks for sharing. And I assure you I wasn't bothered by the guys silly comment in the least. I'm proud to be a sexually active promiscuous senior citizen!

Thank you again for your nice comments and patience. We went back to making dinner. I bent down and licked the precum I had leaked on the floor which was more than I thought. We finally sat down and ate dinner. It was difficult sitting with the plug up my ass. "You will get used to the feel of the plug in your pussy" he said smiling "It feels a bit uncomfortable and its right against my prostate" I said. My cock was also hard and leaking. He looked over and grabbed my cock and gave it a few tugs. I moaned and pushed towards his hand. Then he wiped my cock of all the precum and stuck it in my fingers and I licked it clean. We ate dinner and talked about work and maybe taking a vacation together after I get knocked up. I started to get used to the plug while sitting down but it did keep me aroused. Also walking aroused also started to feel good to me. We finished eating dinner and I cleaned the kitchen while Rick went to go relax on the couch and watch TV. When I was done I joined him on the couch and we watched TV. I moved around a bit to find a comfortable position with the plug in me. Sitting a little on my side helped. It had been a long day and as we were watching TV I fell asleep. I started to feel wet on my leg and then woke up. Rick was playing with the butt plug teasing my hole and my cock was leaking a lot of precum. Without saying a word, he pulled down my shorts and pulled out the plug and rammed his hard cock into me. I yelled as his thrust was hard and his cock had no lube. Once it got in I still had his cum in my hole. "Fuck your pussy is so wet boy and tight. Its squeezing my cock pulling me in. Its hungry for Daddy's cock isn't it baby" he said I moaned as he started to fuck me and hit me in those right spots. "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your huge cock and it wants your charged cream" I moaned pushing my ass back on his stick. He started to pound me in that position with me partially on my side. I touched my cock and he hit my hand away. "Don't touch your little cock. Your cunt is all that matters" he said pounding his meat deep into my stomach. He kept fucking me hard. At the angle and what way I was laying I swear I felt him in my stomach. There was no kissing, no touching no making out, this was just him fucking me and impregnating me with his seed. I started to feel that warmth in my hole and started to cum hard. I shot all over the couch and could feel my ass convulse. "Fuck your cunt is squeezing my cock....Ohhhh yeah boy milk it. Drain all my POZ nut honey. Use your cunt for Daddy" he moaned still fucking me. After about another 5 minutes of slow pumping he finally pulled out put in my mouth to clean him up and then he stuck the plug back in my ass. "This always belongs in your pussy, understand" he said "Yes Daddy" I said. I licked up all my cum on the couch. We both brushed out teeth and went to bed. He gave me a kiss and then turned over and was snoring right away. I had more of his cum in me. I was happy.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

So, I was quite busy again last week. My bf was on another business trip. Got loaded on Monday and Tuesday. And on Thursday I was finally topping again. 😉 Found this guy in a neighboring apartment building and he‘s really patient with me given that my topping skills are not the best. We want to meet again so I can practice more 😉 Tbh, I‘d love to top more. And I really appreciate to get the opportunity to practice with him. 🙂

My answers: The good: A late evening arrival who role-played he was raping me, and forcing me to say how much I wanted it. A daddy and I repatedly working over a horny (and very passive) college student who came inside me four times. At the end of my first event - realizing I can be openly slutty with a community of people who celebrate this as a good thing. Meeting new tops some of which are becoming friends. The bad: As an experiment I openly posted a hotel room # on Grindr resulting in a mess of erratic people showing up. A guy who wanted to watch and refused to take off his clothes. A guy who wanted to play, but who put on a women's bikini and announced he wouldn't top. A rather hot-looking guy who freaked out when he realized he was getting someone else's cum on his dick. Needless to say that event didn't go very well. A hygiene failure early into one event. I took a shower, re-cleaned out, and the rest of the day went fine. The guy in question understood it happens, but I was embarassed. I've made new changes to my preparation routine because of this. Becoming inwardly (but not visibly) upset at people who aren't following the rules. For example, someone that showed up at my event and announced he wanted to bottom, followed by someone announcing he only wanted to fuck him and didn't want to touch me. Lesson learned there: boot such people instantly. The practical: Novice cumdumpers need to learn lessons that experienced cumdumpers take to heart. Knowing in advance how to handle a negative situation will make you a far more effective host. It's not kind to be overly-flexible with one person if it ruins the experience of others (including yourself). Be prepared for strong emotional and physical response after your events. Aftercare far more important than people realize. Have someone you like present to help you through it. You'll have an approximate "ceiling" of 20-30 loads in an evening without refining your event and having someone help run the room. You can't recruit more tops when you've got a dick in both ends. Just because you bottom well for 1-4 loads doesn't mean you're ready for 50. Stress test yourself periodically to see how well you can take it. Some guys will enter the room, decide the vibe isn't for them (for any of a thousand reasons), make an excuse, and leave. Don't be annoyed at them. They're what I call "Ghosts". They kinda float in and float away and don't affect your event as a whole. Lots more stuff. I hope top have my guidebook done in a week or two. I'll post it on BZ when it's ready.

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

Tommy adjusted the straps on his backpack for the third time since leaving the subway station. The weight of the gear inside made his shoulders ache, but it was a familiar discomfort, one he welcomed like an old friend stopping by unannounced. His sneakers scuffed against the pavement as he rounded the corner, the neon sign of Club Z buzzing faintly in the distance. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, but the heat hadn’t let up—sweat dotted his temples, and he swiped at it with the back of his hand, careful not to smudge his glasses. He wasn’t usually the type to arrive this early, but tonight was different. The sling room wasn’t cheap, and he’d spent the last two weeks meticulously planning what he’d bring, what he’d wear, and how he’d set everything up. The ad had gone live three hours ago—already, his phone had buzzed twice with responses, but he’d ignored them. First things first: the room had to be perfect. The bouncer at Club Z barely glanced at his ID, just waved him through with a bored nod. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something muskier underneath—like leather left too long in the sun. The club wasn’t busy yet, just a few early birds nursing drinks at the bar or lounging on the sofas near the back. Tommy kept his head down as he made his way to the stairs, the backpack shifting awkwardly against his hips. Room 309 was smaller than he’d expected, but the sling dominated the space, bolted to the ceiling with thick straps dangling like an invitation. He dropped his bag onto the vinyl-covered floor, the sound muffled but heavy, and took a slow breath. The adrenaline was starting to prickle at the base of his skull, that familiar mix of nerves and anticipation. He unzipped the backpack with practiced efficiency, laying out the cuffs, the gag, the toys in neat rows on the dresser. His phone buzzed again. This time, he checked it—a message from someone with a wolf emoji in their username. *Saw your ad. Still looking?* Tommy bit his lip, then typed back, *Yeah. Room 309. Give me twenty to set up.* He hesitated, then added, *Bring your worst.* Tommy’s fingers trembled slightly as he fastened the last strap of the wrist cuffs to the sling’s frame, giving it a firm tug to test its hold. The metal D-ring didn’t budge. Good. He stepped back, surveying the room—the harness draped over the dresser, the ball gag gleaming under the dim overhead light, the gas mask with its fogged lenses staring blankly at the ceiling. Everything was in its place. Almost. He adjusted the blindfold, folding it neatly beside the rest, then wiped his palms on his thighs. The room was warmer now, the air thick with the scent of rubber and his own nervous sweat. A knock at the door made his stomach lurch. Too soon. He hadn’t even changed yet. Tommy hesitated, then called out, “Twenty minutes, remember?” The knock came again, harder this time, followed by a low chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. But you said *worst,* pigboi. You really wanna keep me waiting?” The voice was rough, edged with amusement, and Tommy’s breath hitched. He crossed the room in three strides, yanking the door open before he could second-guess himself. The man on the other side was taller than he’d expected—broad-shouldered, with a close-cropped beard and eyes that flicked over Tommy like he was already taking inventory. He wore a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show off thick forearms, and a pair of boots that looked like they’d seen more than a few dungeon floors. “You’re early,” Tommy said, and immediately cringed at how breathy it sounded. The man grinned, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “And you’re not even dressed.” He nudged the backpack with his toe, then picked up the harness, turning it over in his hands. “Nice gear. You break it in yet?” Tommy shook his head, pulse thudding in his throat. The man’s presence filled the room, his energy like a live wire. “No. It’s—it’s new.” Another chuckle. “Good.” He tossed the harness back onto the dresser and closed the distance between them in one stride, crowding Tommy against the wall. His hand came up, calloused fingers brushing Tommy’s jaw. “Blindfold first,” he murmured. “Then we’ll see how much of that *worst* you can take.” Tommy's breath stuttered as the blindfold was pulled tight over his eyes, the sudden darkness making his other senses flare to life. The man's calloused thumb traced the hinge of his jaw before gripping his chin, tilting his face up. "Eyes on me, pigboi," the man murmured, though Tommy couldn't see a damn thing—just the heat of his breath, the press of his body pinning him to the wall. A shiver raced down his spine when the man's other hand slid down to his belt, working the buckle with a practiced flick. The leather hissed as it was pulled free, and Tommy's stomach tightened. He'd expected commands, roughness, maybe even a slap—but the slow, deliberate way the man undressed him was worse. Every brush of fingers against his skin felt like a brand. His shirt was tugged over his head, the cool air hitting his sweat-damp chest, and then the man's palm flattened over his sternum, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the sling's straps. "Arms up," came the order, and Tommy obeyed without thinking, his wrists slotting into the cuffs dangling from the frame. The metal clicked shut, snug but not biting—yet. A low whistle. "Look at you." The man's voice had dropped, rough with approval. Tommy could hear him circling the sling, boots scuffing against the vinyl, and then a warm hand gripped his hip. "You even shaved for this." The touch trailed down, teasing along the crease of his thigh, and Tommy jerked against the restraints, his breath coming faster. The man chuckled, the sound dark with promise. "Gag next. Open." The ball gag was slick with spit before it even touched his lips, the man pressing it into place with a thumb hooked under the strap. Tommy whined around it, the stretch of his jaw immediate, the drool already pooling under his tongue. The man patted his cheek, almost affectionate. "Better." Then, without warning, a sharp slap landed on his bare thigh—stinging, bright, just shy of too much. Tommy gasped, his body arching, and the man hummed. "Oh, you *like* that." Another slap, higher this time, and Tommy's cock twitched against his thigh, shame and want twisting together in his gut. The sting of the slap still burned on his skin when the man's fingers dug into Tommy's hips, yanking him forward until his back left the support of the sling. The sudden shift made his shoulders protest, the cuffs biting just enough to remind him they were there. A grunt escaped around the gag, muffled and wet. The man’s laugh was close, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "You’re gonna take what I give you, yeah?" Not a question. Tommy nodded anyway, his throat working around a swallow. "You gonna rush so hard pig" SLAMBOSS ordered. The first touch of the harness against his bare chest made him flinch—cold leather, stiff with newness. The man made a tsking sound as he adjusted the straps, pulling them tight enough to make Tommy’s ribs ache. "Breathe," he ordered, and Tommy did, shallow and quick, as buckles were fastened with methodical precision. The harness hugged him like a second skin now, the D-rings digging into his flesh with every expansion of his lungs. A finger hooked under one of the straps, tugging sharply. "Color?" The word was clipped, no-nonsense. Tommy forced out a garbled "Green," around the gag. The man’s hands dropped lower, palming Tommy’s cock through his briefs, and he arched into the touch with a whine. "Eager," the man mused, then yanked the fabric down in one rough motion. The air hit Tommy’s exposed skin like a shock, his cock twitching against his stomach. A thumb swiped over the head, smearing precome, and Tommy’s hips jerked uselessly in the sling’s hold. The man chuckled, stepping back just out of reach. "Not yet, pigboi." The clink of metal made Tommy’s breath hitch—the cock and ball toys, he realized, being lifted from the dresser. The man’s hands were sure as he fitted the ring around Tommy’s base, the cold steel a sharp contrast to his heated skin. Another whimper built in his throat as the man tightened it just shy of painful, then attached the weights with a satisfied grunt. "There." A slap to Tommy’s inner thigh, lighter this time, almost playful. "Now you’ll remember who owns you tonight." The weights swung heavily between Tommy’s thighs, each slight movement sending a jolt through him, the metal cool and unyielding against his overheated skin. The man’s boots creaked as he stepped back, and Tommy strained his ears, trying to track him in the darkness. A hand suddenly fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. "You’re shaking," the man observed, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Good." The grip tightened, forcing Tommy’s throat into a vulnerable arch just as something smooth and cold—the gas mask—was pressed over his nose and mouth. The straps cinched tight behind his head, the rubber sealing with a faint suction. Panic flared for a split second before the man’s thumb stroked his temple. "Breathe," he murmured, and Tommy did, the air hissing through the filters, his own exhales loud in his ears. The world narrowed to touch and sound. The man’s calloused palms dragged down Tommy’s chest, tweaking his nipples through the harness straps until they ached, then lower, tracing the divots of his hips. A finger prodded at his hole—dry, just shy of cruel—and Tommy jerked, a muffled noise escaping the gag. The man chuckled. "Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide when." He withdrew, and Tommy heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle. Anticipation coiled in his gut. A slick sound—lube, Tommy realized—and then two fingers pushed into him without warning, stretching him open in one ruthless thrust. He cried out, the sound trapped behind rubber and silicone, his body clamping down instinctively. The man shushed him, working his fingers deeper, crooking them just enough to make Tommy’s toes curl. "There it is," he muttered, pressing harder, and stars burst behind Tommy’s eyelids as pleasure sparked up his spine. The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving him clenching around nothing. The head of the man’s cock nudged against him, blunt and insistent. Tommy braced, but there was no slow build—just one relentless push, seating the man to the hilt in a single stroke. The gasp that tore from Tommy’s throat was ragged, his body arching against the restraints. The man stilled, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "Fuck, you’re tight." A hand gripped Tommy’s hip, holding him in place as the man pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in. The pace was brutal from the start, each thrust jolting Tommy forward in the sling, the D-rings of the harness digging into his flesh. Tommy’s body jerked with each thrust, the sling creaking under the force, his wrists pulling against the cuffs until the metal bit into his skin. The pain was sharp, bright—a counterpoint to the pleasure coiling tighter in his gut with every snap of the man’s hips. The gas mask fogged with each ragged exhale, the filters hissing, and Tommy could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, louder than the slap of skin against skin. The man’s fingers dug into his thighs, holding him open, and Tommy could feel the sweat dripping down his chest, pooling in the hollows of the harness straps. A particularly rough thrust knocked the breath from his lungs, and the man growled, low and approving. “That’s it—take it.” His voice was gritted, strained, like he was holding back just as much as Tommy was. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavily between his legs. The man’s hand slid up, gripping the harness straps at Tommy’s chest, using them like reins to yank him back onto each thrust. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he muttered, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. “All trussed up and taking it.” Tommy whined around the gag, his hips canting up helplessly, trying to meet the man’s rhythm. The man chuckled, dark and knowing, and slowed his pace deliberately, drawing out each stroke until Tommy was writhing, his muffled pleas lost in the rubber of the mask. “Patience, pigboi,” the man murmured, his thumb brushing over Tommy’s bottom lip where it stretched around the gag. “You’ll get what you came for.” The sudden change in angle was brutal—the man shifted, lifting Tommy’s legs higher, and the next thrust hit *just there*, forcing a choked scream around the gag. Then, like a switch flipped, the man pulled out completely, leaving Tommy trembling and empty. The absence of the man’s cock left Tommy shuddering, his body straining against the restraints, every nerve alight with frustrated need. Then—a new sound cut through the haze: the sharp *click* of a lighter, followed by the acrid, chemical tang of smoke curling into the air. Tommy’s nostrils flared beneath the gas mask, the scent unmistakable. His breath hitched, and suddenly, the filters clogged—thick, cloying smoke flooded the tube, pouring into his mouth and nose with each desperate inhale. Panic spiked through him as his lungs seized, the smoke scorching his throat. He jerked against the cuffs, his gagged cries muffled by the mask’s rubber seal. The man’s voice, now laced with something darker, slithered into his ear: "Breathe, pigboi. You wanted my worst." A rough hand gripped the back of the mask, tilting Tommy’s head back further, forcing him to swallow the smoke as it coiled deeper into his chest. His vision swam, the edges blurring with tears, but the man didn’t relent. "That’s it—take it all." A second voice, unfamiliar and rasping with amusement, cut through the fog. "Look at him—goddamn smoke pig." Fingers, calloused and reeking of nicotine, tapped the mask’s lens. "You ready to really earn that name?" Tommy’s pulse hammered in his throat. He hadn’t known there was someone else in the room. The realization sent a fresh wave of dread—or was it excitement?—coursing through him. The sharp bite of the needle was unexpected—Tommy jerked against the restraints with a muffled yelp, the sting radiating from the base of his cock like a lit fuse. The man—no, *SLAMBOSS*—grunted, his fingers pressing hard against the injection site to stem the tiny bead of blood that welled up. "Trimix'take the edge off," he muttered, though the rough edge of his voice suggested it wouldn't be the kind of relief Tommy was used to. The drug hit fast, a slow burn spreading through his groin, his cock twitching against the steel ring as it began to swell beyond its usual limits, the weights swinging heavier between his thighs. Cold lube splashed over his balls, dripping down his perineum in thick rivulets. Tommy gasped around the gag as SLAMBOSS's fingers spread it roughly, coating every inch of his sac and the tight furl of his hole with slick, clinical precision. The man's chuckle was low, predatory. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." The words sent a jolt through Tommy’s gut, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the trimix turning every pulse into a slow, aching throb. The milking began without ceremony—SLAMBOSS’s fist closed around Tommy’s cock, stroking with brutal efficiency, the lube making every pull a slick, torturous slide. The trimix turned his nerves into live wires, every drag of the man’s hand sending sparks up his spine, his balls drawing up tight. The second man exhaled another plume of smoke directly into Tommy’s gas mask tube, the fumes mixing with his ragged panting. "That’s it," the stranger crooned, tapping ash onto Tommy’s bare chest. "Let it fuck you up." Tommy's orgasm coiled tight in his gut, a white-hot wire about to snap—then the cold, blunt press of the dildo breached him, spreading him wide just as SLAMBOSS's fist twisted brutally around his cock. The sensation tore a garbled scream from his throat, the gag muffling it into something pathetic and wet. His hips bucked wildly, the sling's straps creaking under his thrashing, but the man holding him didn't relent. The dildo pushed deeper, the ridges catching on his rim with each merciless inch, stretching him beyond what he thought he could take. A rubber strap slithered around his right bicep, tightening with a sudden, clinical *snap*. Tommy flinched, the pressure sharp enough to make his fingers tingle. The second man's breath was hot against his ear as he adjusted the strap, his voice rough with amusement. "Gotta keep that arm still, smoke pig. Wouldn't want you squirming out of your fun." The strap bit into his flesh, the restriction oddly grounding even as the dildo began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, fucking him open with methodical precision. SLAMBOSS's grip on his cock shifted, his thumb pressing hard against the slit, smearing precome in tight circles. "Feel that?" he growled, the dildo hitting a spot that made Tommy's vision whiten. "That's your fucking prostate. Gonna milk it like a cow." The comparison should have been humiliating—but all Tommy could focus on was the relentless rhythm, the way his body clenched around the intruding toy, the way his cock pulsed in SLAMBOSS's fist like it was trying to fucking *beg*. The second man exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube, the acrid haze flooding Tommy's senses just as the dildo twisted inside him, pressing hard against his sweet spot. His back arched, his toes curling, and for a terrifying, exhilarating moment, he teetered on the edge—right there, *right there*—but SLAMBOSS's hand stilled abruptly, his grip turning punishing. "Nuh-uh," the man growled, his thumb digging into the slit of Tommy's cock, smearing precome in slow circles. "Not yet." The words hit Tommy before the pain did. *"You're not Tommy anymore,"* SLAMBOSS growled, his voice grinding against Tommy's eardrums like gravel. A rough hand twisted in Tommy's hair, yanking his head back until his throat strained taut. *"You're PIGBOI now. Say it."* Tommy tried to shake his head—or thought he did—but the gas mask's straps bit deeper into his skull as SLAMBOSS tightened his grip. The dildo inside him pulsed, some sadistic remote setting making it twitch against his prostate. His vision swam, the trimix turning his cock into a swollen, aching weight between his legs. *"P-Pig—"* he garbled around the gas mask, drool soaking his chin. SLAMBOSS's laugh was a dark, wet thing. *"Good start."* His other hand trailed down Tommy's chest, nails scraping over the harness straps before pinching a nipple hard enough to make Tommy jerk. *"PIGBOI doesn't think. Doesn't say no. Just takes—cocks, drugs, fists, whatever the fuck we stuff in him."* The second man—still nameless, still circling like a shark—exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube. Tommy coughed, his lungs seizing as the acrid fumes coiled deeper. *"Look at him,"* the stranger mused, tapping ash onto Tommy's heaving chest. *"Already halfway there."* SLAMBOSS's fingers dug into Tommy's jaw. *"Gonna make sure you don't come back."* He leaned in, his breath hot against Tommy's ear. *"Gonna fuck you so dumb, you'll beg for it."* The syringe glinted under the dim red light as SLAMBOSS tapped it with a fingernail, the plunger already drawn back to the 70cc mark. The liquid inside was thick, honey-colored, clinging to the glass in viscous streaks. PIGBOI’s breath hitched behind the mask, his chest rising and falling too fast—he knew what that was. Knew what it *did*. SLAMBOSS’s thumb brushed over the needle’s tip, testing its sharpness. "Last chance, pig," he murmured, though the words weren’t kind. They were a blade held to PIGBOI’s throat, a dare disguised as mercy. "You tap out now, you walk away with your pretty little brain intact." He leaned in, close enough for PIGBOI to smell the nicotine on his breath. "But once this hits your vein, you’re *mine*. Not Tommy. Not even PIGBOI. Just a fucked-out hole waiting for orders." The second man chuckled, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thigh. "Bet he’s already gone," he mused, flicking ash onto PIGBOI’s chest. "Look at him—*dripping*." SLAMBOSS’s fingers wrapped around PIGBOI’s bicep, squeezing until the vein bulged under his skin. The alcohol swab was cold, the sting of it sharp and fleeting. Then—the needle’s bite, deeper this time, sliding home with practiced ease. PIGBOI whined around the gag as SLAMBOSS depressed the plunger slowly, *so slowly*, the drug burning its way into his bloodstream like molten lead. "Count," SLAMBOSS ordered, his voice rough. PIGBOI tried. He *tried*. But the numbers dissolved before they reached his lips, his thoughts turning to sludge as the rush hit—a tidal wave of heat, of weightlessness, of *nothing*. His vision blurred at the edges, the room tilting dangerously. SLAMBOSS’s face swam above him, distorted and grinning. "Good boy," SLAMBOSS crooned, withdrawing the needle with a final, cruel twist. He pressed a thumb to the puncture, smearing the bead of blood across PIGBOI’s skin. "Now let’s see how much of you’s left." The second man stepped forward, his shadow falling over PIGBOI’s prone form. "Think he’ll remember his name?" he asked, voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI’s cheek lightly. "Doubt it." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI’s ear. "Who are you?" PIGBOI’s mouth worked uselessly around the gag, spit pooling under his tongue. The words wouldn’t come—or maybe they weren’t there at all. His thoughts slithered like eels through the thick syrup of the rush, impossible to catch. SLAMBOSS grinned, wide and predatory, and gripped the gas mask straps. With one sharp tug, the mask came free, the cold air hitting PIGBOI’s sweat-slick face like a slap. Before he could gasp, thick rubber pressed over his eyes—a hood, its interior lined with something slick, sealing tight with a *pop* as SLAMBOSS worked it down over his skull. PIGBOI whined, the sound muffled and wet, as SLAMBOSS’s fingers pried his jaw wider. The dog bone gag clicked into place, the metal frame forcing his mouth open in a permanent, drooling gape. "Better," SLAMBOSS murmured, running a thumb over PIGBOI’s bottom lip. "Now you look like what you are." The rush hit harder then, a tidal wave of heat and static crashing through PIGBOI’s veins. His cock throbbed against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavy between his thighs, but the pleasure was distant—secondary to the *emptiness*, the yawning void where his thoughts used to be. His hole clenched around nothing, greedy and open, as if begging to be filled. The rubber-gloved hand pressed into PIGBOI’s hole with no preamble, slick lube smeared in rough circles before two fingers breached him without warning. He gasped around the dog bone gag, his body jerking against the restraints as the fingers twisted inside him, spreading him open with clinical efficiency. The stretch burned—just shy of too much—but the sting was already fading under the drug haze, his body yielding like warm wax. Above him, SLAMBOSS exhaled sharply, his free hand wrapping around PIGBOI’s cock with a grip that bordered on cruel. The trimix made every nerve hypersensitive; even the callouses on SLAMBOSS’s palm felt like sandpaper as he stroked PIGBOI’s length in slow, deliberate pulls. Precome dribbled from the slit, slicking SLAMBOSS’s thumb as it swiped over the head in tight circles. PIGBOI’s hips bucked helplessly, the sling’s straps creaking under his thrashing, but the fingers inside him didn’t relent. They crooked suddenly, pressing hard against his prostate, and PIGBOI’s vision whited out for a split second, his cry muffled by the gag. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and low, his thumb rubbing punishing circles into the sensitive spot under PIGBOI’s cockhead. "Look at him," he muttered, more to the second man than to PIGBOI. "Already fucking ruined." The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving PIGBOI clenching around nothing, his hole twitching with the ghost of their presence. SLAMBOSS’s hand on his cock didn’t stop—if anything, the pace increased, his grip tightening just shy of painful. PIGBOI’s breath hitched, his balls drawing up tight, the pleasure coiling in his gut like a live wire. He was close—so close—but SLAMBOSS’s thumb pressed hard against his slit, smearing precome in slow, torturous circles. "Nuh-uh," SLAMBOSS growled, his voice rough with amusement. "Not yet, pigboi." The second man’s shadow fell over PIGBOI’s prone form, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thighs wider. "Think he can take it?" he asked, his voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI's cheek lightly. "Rule's simple, pig," he growled, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Every load I pump into this greedy hole"—his fingers twisted inside PIGBOI without warning,, wrenching a garbled cry from his throat—"you pay back. One for one." He withdrew his fingers with a wet *pop*, holding them up to the dim light, glistening. "Starting now." The cold press of lube against PIGBOI's hole came next, slick and thick, before SLAMBOSS's cockhead nudged at his rim, blunt and unrelenting. PIGBOI's breath hitched behind the hood, his body straining against the sling's straps—but there was no preparation, no easing in. SLAMBOSS sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, the impact rattling PIGBOI's teeth around the gag. "First," SLAMBOSS grunted, his hips already pistoning, each snap of his pelvis driving PIGBOI deeper into the sling's unforgiving embrace. The pace was merciless from the start, the slap of skin echoing off the padded walls. PIGBOI's cock twitched against his stomach, swollen and aching, the steel ring biting into his base as the weights swung heavily between his thighs. SLAMBOSS's hand closed around PIGBOI's length on the next downward stroke, his grip tightening just shy of painful. "Pay up, pig," he snarled, twisting his fist on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit. The dual sensation—SLAMBOSS's cock hammering his prostate, his hand working PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh—threatened to unravel him instantly. PIGBOI's toes curled, his back arching, but SLAMBOSS's free hand planted firmly on his chest, pinning him down. "Not yet," he warned, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Gotta earn it." The rhythm was relentless, SLAMBOSS's hips driving forward with punishing precision, his hand matching the pace on PIGBOI's cock. Every drag of his palm sent sparks up PIGBOI's spine, every twist of his wrist pulled another broken sound from PIGBOI's gagged mouth. The drug haze made it impossible to focus—pleasure and pain blurred into one searing, all-consuming feedback loop. SLAMBOSS's breath hitched suddenly, his thrusts losing their brutal precision. His fingers dug into PIGBOI's thigh, nails biting deep as he buried himself to the root with a guttural groan. Heat flooded PIGBOI's insides, the wet pulse of SLAMBOSS's release triggering a full-body shudder. SLAMBOSS didn't stop. His grip on PIGBOI's cock tightened further, his strokes turning ruthless. "Your turn, pig," he panted, his hips still grinding shallowly, milking his own orgasm as he worked PIGBOI toward the edge. The overstimulation was excruciating—PIGBOI's cock ached, the steel ring constricting his base, the weights tugging mercilessly at his swollen sac. The second man laughed, low and dark, his fingers trailing through the mess on PIGBOI's chest. "Think he'll pop just from being pumped full?" he mused, smearing SLAMBOSS's come across PIGBOI's trembling abs. SLAMBOSS's grin was all teeth. "Let's find out." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." His fist twisted brutally on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit—and just like that, PIGBOI was gone. White-hot pleasure detonated at the base of his spine, his vision whiting out as his cock pulsed violently in SLAMBOSS's grip. Nothing came—the ring saw to that—but the dry orgasm wracked his body all the same, his hole clamping down on SLAMBOSS's softening cock in erratic spasms. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and satisfied, as he finally released PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh. "One for one," he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess on PIGBOI's stomach. "And we're just getting started."

I enjoy most positions, provided there is a nice hard cock sliding into my hungry hole and pumping on a load!

So it was in the mid of 2001, i was living in that time in cologne/germany. I still was neg, but by visiting the bars and the darkrooms more and more I let the gus fuck me bare. One day I met a guy at the bar..wie talked a lot, drinking some beer...and he invited me to his place.. It was one of these hot nights in the summer, I only had a shorts and a shirt on, and as alwasdo, no underwear:-) On the way to his home.. he was grabbling at my cock, kissing me..and we became more and more horny. reaching his home... the air was very sticky and warm... we put out our clothes..just smoking for relaxing:-) He told me that he will fuck me only bare, as I Told him that i was still neg gut want to convert. Horny as hell, he fixed me on his bed, got a thoothbrush, putting in my arse. Then he stroke his cockin dry and hard.. he fucked me over half an hour, looking at me..then he asked:*Are you ready for my gift?* Icried *Put it in, I want to be your brother*..he fucked again, I felt his cock becomming harder and bigger..he moaned..and shoot in his toxic juice. When he got out, he put a plug in and gave his cok in my moth for cleaning it.. I saw his cum on it, and my blood...soo good. It was the best fuck I ever had. He told me that he was not on med and highly toxic. By saying this I turnd arround putting my arse up again for him. For three days we didn't leave his place, fucking us to hell... 3 weeks later I became sick... We are still good friends, and always when we meet, we must change our new babies:-))

Chapter 3 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. - Mr. Jacobs: the old math teacher who added his raw load to Caleb's hole between classes after finding out from Mr. Sanchez that Caleb is a little fuckslut. * * * Fourth period came and went. Caleb was feeling increasingly nervous — and a bit excited — with the swift approach of his lunchtime follow-up with Mr. Sanchez. The student's cum-slick ass crack and the teachers' cum loads sloshing inside his anal cavity had prevented Caleb from focusing during the intervening class periods. What did keep his attention was the effort to remember the feeling of Mr. Sanchez's thick, raw dick pressing into his soft insides that morning. Caleb wished Mr. Sanchez had not confiscated his phone so that Caleb could message one of his hookup contacts the salacious details. Alas, the story would have to wait until Caleb could secure the return of his phone during lunch. Fifth period biology, his least favorite subject, was next. Caleb made his way into Mr. Park's biology class where his classmates were already offloading the heft of their overstuffed bookbags onto the workbenches. Projected on the screen at the front of the class was the topic and learning objectives for the day, which read: "Today we will explore the structure and function of DNA. Students will explore DNA's physical characteristics by isolating samples from their own bodies. Students will have the opportunity to understand the role that DNA plays in the human body and to understand DNA's physical characteristics." "Caleb!," Mr. Park's ever-jubilant voice came from behind. "I hear from Mr. Jacobs that you got a head start on today's lesson!" Mr. Park laughed at his own comment as Caleb's eyes turned to meet his teacher's. "Mr. Jacobs?," Caleb responded, wondering whether the question was accidentally too apropos. "Indeed, indeed. He tells me you brought some DNA samples that we might be able to assay today for our lesson." If Mr. Park's eyebrows could have lifted any higher, they would have escaped his face. Ambiguous though the references were on the surface, Caleb felt a surge of anxiousness. Mr. Park had thrust Caleb into a chess match of innuendo which threatened a verbal checkmate in just a few rather inelegantly direct moves. How was Caleb to respond with so many of his peers around? And furthermore, why was it starting to seem like every last one of his male teachers knew about the raw cocks that had spewn ejaculate into Caleb's rectum that morning? "Yes, I brought them," Caleb replied, considering each word as it left his lips. He took a brief pause to calculate what followed. "There's a slight issue though. The container has a hole, and I'm worried there's been some leakage." His desire to steer away from the hidden meaning that Mr. Park was so publicly flaunting had only driven Caleb nearer to the precipice of revelation. Mr. Park appeared bemused by Caleb's apparent, if veiled, confession. "I must say, such sloppiness does not seem characteristic of you, but the good news is there is no hole that Mr. Park can't fill." Caleb wondered whether his biology teacher had lost sight of the infamous sensitivity of high schoolers to sexual double entendre. Sloppiness, indeed. The laughter from around the room made Caleb acutely aware that the conversation with Mr. Park was now a spectacle. "Class!," Mr. Park needlessly summoned the attention that he already held, "I'm going to have you start working on the reflection prompt on the screen while I step out to help Caleb with something." Caleb's face felt warm as he followed Mr. Park out of the classroom. They rounded the corner into one of the central campus hallways before Mr. Park spoke again. "Mr. Jacobs tells me you are quite the little whore." Mr. Park's sudden directness caught Caleb by surprise. Caleb's cock stirred as he looked around to make sure no one had been in earshot. The biology teacher continued, "I have to applaud you for that oblique reference to your cummy hole that you made just now in front of your classmates." Mr. Park looked sideways at Caleb and smiled knowingly. "Your slutty profiles on all the hookup apps that you're always logged into have really captured the male faculty's attention, you know." Caleb felt a warm excitement swelling in him. The biology teacher continued, "Surely a smart student like you understands what an exceptional provocation it is to stay logged into location-based hookup apps during the school day with a profile headline like, 'Pussyboy for use.'" Breaking for a moment from the rousing implications of Mr. Park's comments, Caleb noticed further down the hallway the towering, broad-shouldered figure of a man leaning in a doorway. It was not an entry to a classroom, but rather one of the many normally closed doors that lead to a windowless room of which the general student populace knew very little. Because these various doorways opened into neither classrooms nor study spaces and given that they did not serve one of the several disciplinary or resource-gathering functions typical of an educational institution, most students bore only a passing awareness of them. Had any enterprising student endeavored to inventory all the many closed entries to these rooms of ambiguous function that perforated the St. Denis campus, they may have chanced upon a discovery that would have been at once mundane and extraordinary, for these ill-understood spaces far outnumbered their counterparts of known function. Surely they could not all be supply closets and back entries to faculty offices. Mr. Park, mistaking Caleb's momentary silence for embarrassment, offered, "There's really no need to feel self-conscious that we've all seen your profiles, you know. You will soon find that an ambitious young slut like you can really make the most out of what St. Denis has to offer. To be totally forthright with you, Caleb, I would be shocked if you didn't get off on the idea of being the campus fleshlight." Caleb's cock swelled against his jeans. The obscured figure down the hallway was now much closer. As Caleb and Mr. Park approached, Caleb was able to perceive the uniquely defined musculature of the head custodian, Mr. Martin, who was staring Caleb directly in the face. Caleb locked eyes with Mr. Martin, whose gaze was both stern and ravenous. Caleb could never quite tell if the head custodian was angry or just an unaccommodating sort who dispensed with pleasantries and the feigned interest that the rest of the administrative staff had perfected. Only now did Caleb realize that Mr. Martin's thick right arm was plunged deep into his pants where he was fondling himself rather aggressively. As they came into conversational distance, Mr. Park nodded in acknowledgement at the custodian, stating cordially, "Mr. Martin." The head custodian said nothing in return and instead, looked Caleb up and down. Undeterred by their proximity and Mr. Park's greeting, the muscular hulk of a custodian rubbed his unseen cock under his pants with abandon. At once unsettled and transfixed, Caleb could not take his eyes off Mr. Martin's self-pleasuring in the openness of one of the main campus hallways. After Mr. Park and his transfixed student had walked past the crotch-fondling head custodian, Mr. Park resumed in a hushed tone, "Between you and me, I wouldn't let Mr. Martin slide up inside you without a pharmacy's supply of antibiotics in the medicine cabinet at home. I would be shocked if that man has ever set foot in a clinic." Caleb's heartbeat quickened and his throat felt tight. For the first time that day, Caleb felt that he was in over his head. And yet, there was no mistaking that he found the shocking visual of the head custodian fondling himself so openly on school property combined with the details Mr. Park was imparting to be thrilling. Caleb felt like he ought to be repulsed. The biology teacher came to a stop and turned toward one of the many ill-understood doorways along the hall. After passing a keycard over an access reader, he pulled the door open for Caleb, who entered cautiously, unsure of what precisely he was to do. "Head all the way in," Mr. Park offered. Caleb proceeded down the dimly lit passageway before him until he found himself in a room filled with elaborate lighting and camera equipment. Before he could take in the full scene, Caleb felt the warmth of lips kissing his neck from behind. The abruptness of it was startling, but Caleb maintained his composure and acquiesced. The kissing continued up the young man's neck toward his ear, as Caleb felt a hand maneuvering its way past the waist of Caleb's pants and en route to his ass crack. There was a tenderness and gentle pacing in the neck kisses that seemed to serve as a cover for the brusqueness of the wandering hand, which had found its way between Caleb's ass cheeks. It was clear that Mr. Park's hand was not waiting for the student's permission to proceed to the cum-soaked hole at the center. Caleb pushed his pelvis back slightly to make access to his cum-fragrant underside easier. A finger pressed firmly against his hole and steadily progressed inside as Caleb whimpered -- as much in ecstasy as surprise. "You like carrying your teacher's cum around inside you, slut?" Caleb's eyes widened as he realized the man's voice behind him was not that of Mr. Park's. Who was this stranger kissing his neck while sliding a digit inside Caleb's warm, cum-soaked rectum? Where had Mr. Park gone? Caleb tried not to let his shock force his asshole to constrict around the finger working itself deeper into his pre-fucked underside. "Shhhh…. Keep looking straight ahead. Don't turn around. Do you understand?" Whose voice was this? Caleb couldn't place it. He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage. "Yes, sir," Caleb replied softly. A second finger slid confidently into the young student's anal opening. The moistness of the cum inside was more than adequate lubrication for the stranger's fingers. Remembering Mr. Sanchez's demand from earlier, Caleb tried to maintain enough tension in his hole to keep the cum from leaking out. It was a difficult balance to also not fully grip the two fingers that were now fully inside him. The stranger swirled his fingers in the cum juices inside Caleb's rectum and then pulled them out with a measured slowness. The cum-soaked fingers presented themselves under the student's nose. "Clean those off, pussyboy." Caleb sucked down the dripping ejaculate. As he swallowed, Caleb cast his eyes downward. A cum-slicked, thick black wedding band glistened. The young man savored the taste and fragrance of the cum as he sucked the strange man's fingers clean. The task complete, the hand withdrew. "Drop your pants and spread your ass cheeks for me. If I catch you turning around, I'll have you expelled faster than it takes Mr. Jacobs to cum." Caleb heard a zipper being undone. "Now, show me this cum-filled teen pussy everyone is talking about." Caleb complied, dropping his pants to his heels and leaning forward slightly. The young man pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart as he wondered if Mr. Park was watching all this transpire in silence. Caleb had been certain that the footsteps that had followed behind him down the short hallway and into this windowless room had been those of his biology teacher, but the way that the stranger had just appeared behind Caleb in the place where he had assumed Mr. Park to be made the young high school student question his senses. It was as though the strange man had stolen the very sound of the biology teacher's footsteps. To have done so in such a small, noiseless space seemed rehearsed. All Caleb could hear in that moment were the sounds of fabric moving against fabric. The stranger was summoning his manhood to the surface. Caleb felt the warm soft head of the strange man's cock come into contact with his cum-moistened hole, pressing firmly enough to just part Caleb's cummy ass lips without proceeding further. The man's hand grasped Caleb between the shoulder and the neck. "I bet you've never been raw fucked by someone you don't even know." Caleb recalled all the times that he had fantasized about being passed around by a group of masked men with enormous cocks in the woods or an alleyway or behind the supermarket. It was a fantasy that he had had since he had watched his first gay porn. Never, though, did he imagine anything quite like this. "No," Caleb replied as the stranger's raw cockhead pressed a few centimeters further into the young man's hole, parting his spermy sphincter readily. "Well, you better get used to it, pretty boy, because it's what your pussy was made for." Reaching around, the stranger brought his other hand up underneath Caleb's chin and, grabbing the young man's lower face, pressed upwards, forcing Caleb to arch his back to protect his neck. As the anonymous man did so, he plunged the full length of his raw dick deep into the teen's guts. Caleb gasped in pain as the stranger's cockhead stabbed into his second opening. Caleb felt full and winced at the pain from the unrelenting pressure against his second hole. The stranger, having forcefully bottomed out inside Caleb, held his raw dick in place, saying to the boy, "A handsome little bubblebutt cumdump like you is going to make Mr. Sanchez a lot of fucking money." The strange man kept pushing up on Caleb's chin, his grasp covering the young man's mouth. Caleb, through the pain in his rectum, felt the metal of the man's cum-soaked wedding band pressing into his lower lip. The stranger kept pressing his cock deeply into Caleb, until finally the young man's second hole eased its resistance and opened, defeated and compliant, to the pressure of the massive raw dick. "Listen to me when I tell you this, nephew," the stranger continued, his grip tightening around Caleb's mouth and chin, "Mr. Sanchez pays me handsomely to make sure little cunts like you don't end up talking to the wrong people about what goes on here at St. Denis. You're his property now, and he expects you to be the cum-filled community fleshlight that he deserves. Do you understand?" Caleb gulped for air as the pressure against his chin and neck was making breathing more difficult as he replied, "Yes, sir." The stranger pulled his cock out suddenly and plunged it immediately back into Caleb's fuckchute with full force. The sound of cum slopping inside the teen's ass accompanied a loud yelp. "I'm not your fucking sir. I'm your Uncle Ryan. Mr. Sanchez is your sir now. Tell me you understand, whore." "Yes, Uncle Ryan. I understand, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew." The stranger began sliding his cum-soaked cock back and forth at the opening to Caleb's second hole, massaging his cockhead deep inside Caleb's warm pussy. "Now I expect you to do everything that Mr. Sanchez tells you. I don't care how you feel about it, the answer is always, 'Yes.' So long as you're on school grounds, you are to be cleaned out and ready." "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Uncle Ryan" continued edging his cockhead inside Caleb's second hole. "You are to take and hold as many loads in your cunt as you can arrange in the morning before school. This morning was the one and only time ever in your life that Mr. Sanchez is going to be loading you first in the day." Caleb gulped in some air as the pain in his second sphincter began transforming into pleasure that radiated up through his abdomen and into Caleb's nipples. Everything felt more sensitive than it had before. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "You are not to let any loads leak out of you. No aborting in the bathroom or in your pants. And no letting another top suck loads out of you. Mr. Sanchez deserves nothing less than a full cum bath for his cock whenever he wants to plow your insides. Do you understand?" Caleb began relaxing into the intense micro-fucking that his inner sphincter was receiving. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Hear me when I say that my number one job is keeping Mr. Sanchez happy, and what makes him happy is having a tight, warm community fuckhole available to milk his nut out of him on demand. You are never to say no to any load at any time in any place. I don't care if it's your own father asking to breed you live on the evening news. You open up your pussy before any top even has to ask, and let him blast your insides with his DNA. Have I made myself clear, nephew?" The stranger thrust his hips as deep as he could into the young student, driving his dickhead deeper into Caleb's guts. Caleb gasped. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew. Mr. Sanchez put my number in your phone. When he gives you your phone back, I want you to text me a selfie showing your face and cummy hole in the same shot. Now finish milking this nut out of my dick so Mr. Park can get his turn." Caleb began sliding his sperm-filled ass up and down Uncle Ryan's large cock, savoring the fullness in his lower abdomen and noticing how the scent of cum had filled the room. The stranger released his hand from around the youth's face and chin and placed his hands around Caleb's waist, pulling the student deeper down onto his dick with each backward thrust. "God that pussy smells like cum, don't it?" The voice of Mr. Park emerged for the first time from its diligent silence, "Oh, yes it does!" "What a sweet piece of AIDS bait this little fuckhole is." Caleb's cock leaked a large dollop of cum onto the floor at hearing the stranger call him "AIDS bait." Caleb kept up the work of massaging the stranger's cock with his cummy boyhole, arching his lower back to demonstrate his compliance and to discourage any of the frothy DNA in his rectum from leaking any more than it may already have been. Uncle Ryan's words ricocheted around in Caleb's head as the strange man kept drilling his raw cock deeper into the student. The phrases "community fleshlight" and "AIDS bait" held an almost lyrical resonance in Caleb's mind. He felt transfixed. Hypnotized. Even more thrilling than a stranger's raw dick sliding in and out of Caleb's used hole was the thought that Mr. Sanchez wanted a dirty little slut boy to be his personal fuckhole and that he wanted Caleb to be that slut. As the pounding continued, Caleb wished for nothing more in that moment than for Uncle Ryan to understand that Caleb relished the assignment he had been given, that he could not and would not fail to fulfill all of Mr. Sanchez's most salacious desires, that he would make Uncle Ryan not just satisfied but proud. Caleb yearned for the stranger to add his ejaculate to the warm, foamy pool of cummy slosh from Caleb's teachers. Knowing his biology teacher was watching it all transpire from behind was making the young man hungry for more dicking after the stranger was finished. Caleb arched his lower back as hard as he could as this so-called "Uncle Ryan" began shuddering. Caleb knew he was taking the stranger's hot load deep in his teen pussy. Caleb held on to the pulsating cockshaft as he imagined ropes of sperm spitting into his soft insides. That he didn't even know what Uncle Ryan looked like made the load he just received feel all the more hot. Without anyone else knowing it, the teen smiled and bit his lower lip as he let Uncle Ryan finish unloading his balls inside the handsome teen's rectum.

PART 5 “Good boy,” said Uncle Drew when I got to him. “You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” I just nodded my head positively. “You don’t need to be shy,” he said. “Jeremiah, you are my nephew and I love you. I want to make love to you and plant my seed deep inside you. We will be connected forever, because I will always be a part of you. Every time you have sex with another man, you will remember that I was your first.” “It hurt back in the bedroom,” I said. “I know, but pain is a big part of all of this. Over time, you will only feel pleasure. But I like to be rough with my bottoms. And now you’re my favorite.” "For real?" “Come here, let me show you. I’m going to turn you into a first-class cumdump.” Uncle Drew slapped me so hard in the face that I fell to the floor. I was still kneeling, trying to get up, when he pulled me by my hair and stuck his dick in my mouth. He put it hard down my throat, and that made me gag. I tried to escape, because I couldn't breathe, but my uncle's hands were holding my head firmly. When he saw that I was going to try to grab him with my hands, Uncle Drew kicked me in the nuts. That hurt, but I couldn't scream because my mouth was too busy. “Do you think this is your choice?” he asked. “You lost your right to choose when you teased me, Jeremiah. Now you will be my slave. You can cry, scream, but this will stop when I want, and only then. Do you understand?” At that moment, he took his dick out of my mouth, so I could answer. “Yes, sir,” was all I could say. “Your life and your body belong to me now,” Uncle Drew kept saying. “You are a hot young man; my friends will pay good money to cum inside you. And you will love it, because they are all poz, just like me. Some of them even have full-blown AIDS.” I widened my eyes, remembering that I had a poz cock in my mouth. Uncle Drew laughed at my scared expression. “You said you liked my tattoos,” he continued. “The scorpion means I have a poisonous sting; the biohazard means I’m toxic. And now it’s time to put more of that charged load inside of you.” Uncle Drew made me stand up and pushed me towards the couch. He placed me with my head against the back part, on all fours, with my ass out. I thought he was going to rim my ass again, but I soon felt the glans of his cock in my hole. My uncle forced it and his dick entered me all at once; that made me scream and jump forward. “Relax, or the pain will be worse”, he said. He then started pumping slowly. It didn't hurt as much as the first time and the pleasure I was feeling was indescribable. He started pumping faster and faster and the sensation increased even more. As I felt horny, I started moaning loudly and asked him to fuck me harder. Uncle Drew started to growl loud and deep, and he did fuck me harder. When he was getting tired, instead of stopping, he started to thrust in a rhythmic and strong pace, giving several thrusts, taking almost all of his cock out of me and putting it in at once, up to his pubes. I kept on moaning like a whore; it felt so good. He then asked me to get off the couch and lay face down on it. Uncle Drew then thrust his dick back in, and every time his cock entered me, I felt my body jump, because of the force he put into the thrusts. “Do you like it when your uncle fucks you like that, Jeremiah?” he asked. “Yes, uncle, I love it.” He grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him, placing my back against his hairy chest. Uncle Drew started kissing and biting my neck as he fucked me. “You want it, don’t you?” he asked. “You want me to cum inside you.” I didn't answer anything. “Say it, I want to hear you asking for it,” he said. “I want it, uncle, I want you to cum inside me”, I gave in. “I want to feel your toxic spunk in my guts.” “That’s my good boy, I knew you were a dirty pig like me, it runs in the family.” I had to feel that man's cum in my ass again. He took my virginity and had to baptize my ass with his jizz, and that's what he did. Uncle Drew started to thrust harder and harder, squeezing my waist. I had wobbly legs as I started to moan louder, asking for that poz load. He started to scream as he was getting close and his cock started to throb very hard inside of me. I felt my ass heat up inside and that gave me a huge turn on, because I knew I had his seed in my guts. I don't know how he still had so much man juice inside him, since he had cum less than three hours before. Tired, Uncle Drew took a while to take his cock out of my ass, but I didn't complain, I just left it there, because it was giving me an amazing sensation. Little by little, he started to take his dick out and I lay down on the couch to rest. “You're learning fast,” Uncle Drew said. “You were born to be a cumdump, Jeremiah. I’m really proud of you." "Thanks Uncle." “Now let’s go to bed, it’s getting late and your training continues tomorrow.”

I was at Pig week for the first time but only for part of the week, 11/29-12/3. I had a pretty good time even though I was suffering from a sinus infection. I still managed to get out and have some fun and get fucked! The first event I went to was the Circus party at the Manor complex. It was an awesome party and the highlight of the week for me. I got there around 9pm and went straight to the clothes check line. I checked my shirt, tights and phone and just wore a pink assless singlet. I went to the bar for a drink and then headed to the dance floor to shake my ass. After dancing for a bit, I headed upstairs and there were guys fucking and sucking everywhere. Some guys were in the slings and others bent over the bar. I found a spot in the corner and bent over a chair offering my ass up for guys to fuck. I had previously prelubed my hole and was ready to take cocks and loads. I took a hit of poppers and then felt some guy shove his cock all the way in my cunt. He pounded my hole for a few minutes then said he was shooting his poz load in my cunt! As soon as he pulled out, another guy sunk his cock in my willing cunt and unloaded in me. With two loads in I decided to take a break and get another drink at the downstairs bar. I then went back out to the dance floor hoping to get fucked there by some more guys. There was a stage at the front of the dance floor with guys bent over taking cocks. I found a spot to bend over and offered my ass up for more cocks and loads. I ended up taking 4 more cocks and loads and my cunt was now pretty sloppy and wrecked! I went to the Eagle bar on Friday night and a pool party at a resort on Saturday afternoon and stripped down to just a jock at both of those events. I was fucked and filled by 3 more guys in the darkroom at the Eagle and 2 guys at the pool party. Since this was my first time at Pig week I wasn't sure what to expect and kind of used this trip to feel it out. Unfortunately, I didn't get to any of the sex clubs but I plan to next year. There are so many events scheduled you have to kind of pick and choose what to attend. I don't think I could do all 10 days but I highly recommend going for part of it! Especially if you are into sleazy, slutty and anonymous pig sex, I can't wait to go again next year!

Part 7 The boys did what had become routine at the end of their hookups. Not a lot of talking, quick dressing, quicker getaway. Hunter didnt stop them. He had seen this all before. He knew that the immediate line of thinking would be that things had gone too far. That it was time to pull things back. One time wasnt so bad but no one needed to know and if it never happened again it would become a distant memory in no time. What Hunter also knew is that the inevitable progression following that thinking was temptation and then a call or text to reconnect. Hunter had the patience to wait it out. These boys were worth it and besides, he didnt get to fuck Tyler but with Chris getting two loads of his poz seed the results would show soon enough. What the boys never had to deal with before was a walk back together after a hook up. They walked side by side but their heads were down and they said little. Neither could articulate the thoughts in their heads, the weight of their feelings in the moment, combined with the exhilaration of having just lived out a hot fantasy that went beyond their expectations and imaginations. But when they got close to Tyler's dorm, he finally said to Chris, "We shouldnt have done that. I think I need to figure things out." Chris just nodded and said a quick, "Yeah." There was no goodbye . Tyler turned towards his dorm and Chris kept walking. Neither was sure if they would ever talk again. But as all mathematicians know, horny > God. Neither could really resist though they did try. They didn't text for a few days but both would check Grindr to see if the other was on. They both got messages from other guys who were interested, but they felt somehow that hooking up with some other guy would be a betrayal. That's how Chris managed to find a way to justify messaging Hunter again. Tyler was there the first time and they all knew each other. Tyler even watched him get fucked by Hunter so he would understand if they hooked up again without him, right? Before thinking about the answer too deeply, he messaged Hunter on Grindr. They messaged back and forth casually at first, Chris waiting for Hunter to ask him over again, too afraid to make that move himself. Finally, Hunter did get what Chris was hoping for. H: How are you boys? 😄 We haven't talked since. I think we just need a break. H: Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did. I thought we had fun. 😄 No its not you. We did have fun. Or I guess I did at least. H: Good. I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we can get together again if you'd like. 😄 Yeah H: You free now? 😄 Yeah H: Do you wanna come by? No pressure of course. 😄 Yeah H: Do you remember the address? 😄 Yeah H: Great. Come on over. But promise you'll say more than Yeah while you're here. 😄 Ok H: Good enough. For now LOL Hunter knew it would just be a matter of time, but he didnt think he would get one of them alone. Since Chris was the one who reached out he knew he must have enjoyed getting fucked. He decided he would push things further. He texted a friend and then jumped in the shower. Chris didn't get himself ready and head to Hunter's place right away. He was unsure if he should really go. The first time was fun but they hadnt used condoms and he worried about what that could mean. He didnt know how to mention it when they chatted and he didnt want to get Hunter upset by suggesting that he might have something. Maybe he should just be totally safe and bail on Hunter. But no amount of jerking off could simulate the intense pleasure of getting fucked. He had never even imagined what that would feel like but it was like nothing he had felt before or in the days since when he tried a finger, even two. That combined with whatever they smoked was the best experience he could have had. Hunter seemed like a nice guy. He wouldnt hurt a person by passing on a disease. That would just be evil. Besides maybe this time Hunter wouldnt want to fuck or smoke. They didnt discuss either when they chatted so maybe it was stupid to assume it would all happen again. Maybe. It was more than an hour after they messaged each other on Grindr that Chris did finally ring Hunters bell. Hunter pulled him inside and they sat together in the living room. "I didnt think you were gonna make it." "Yeah I just wanted to take care of some stuff is all." Chris was pulling off his jacket as he sat and when he looked back towards Hunter, he saw that the pipe was being lit. Without looking back at Chris, before taking his hit he said, "Well I'm glad you came." The hit was big and as he blew out the cloud through his nose, he handed the pipe and torch to Chris without asking. Chris just took it and went ahead and took a hit. Hunter knew not to ask. Hand it over as if it is perfectly natural, as if Chris knew all along. It worked. They passed the pipe back and forth and soon enough it needed to be refilled. Chris was already flying. They were making small talk the whole time, mostly about classes and the weather getting colder. But as Hunter added more to the pipe, he asked Chris "So I'm glad you enjoyed the last time." Again, he hadnt asked Chris if he did. Don't give the boy an opportunity to think and answer otherwise. Even if he is high. "I'd love it if we could do that again and maybe more." Chris didn't know how to respond. The high was telling him that he wanted it all again and the more got him excited. But how should he bring up the condoms? "Yeah. So--" Chris was interrupted by the sound of a door being opened. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a naked man coming towards them. Tall athletic and a cock that looked big even though it was just half hard. Chris was mesmerized by this mans body but was also curious about who he was and why he was there. Hunter passed the refilled pipe back to Chris already lit. He watched Chris take the pipe and a hit as Hunter continued to light it with the torch without ever taking his eye off of Greg. "Chris this is my friend Greg. He came by while I was waiting for you. I thought it would be ok. Hes a good guy. Aren't you Greg?" Greg walked over to Chris and stuck out his hand. In Chris's state, he was tempted to reach past the hand and grab the cock, but his resistance was just strong enough. "Hey Chris. Of course I'm a good guy. Especially when it comes to cute boys like you." Chris blushed a little, not know what to say, now unsure how this was going to play out. He handed the pipe back to Hunter. "Were you guys in the middle of something? Should I....go?" Hunter moved closer to Chris now as he took a hit and passed the pipe to Greg. "No, not at all. The more the merrier right? He kissed Chris on the neck and prompted a gasp and low moan from the boy. "Why don't we get naked like Greg and see how much fun we can all have?" Chris just nodded and began to unbutton his pants. "Thatta boy" Hunter said as he began to disrobe too. "You have the same tattoo as Hunter. Are you guys like part of a club or something?" Chris was pointing at the biohazard tattoo above Greg's cock, no longer hiding the focus of his gaze. Greg and Hunter looked at each other quickly. A look that said, lets just get down and fuck now. "Uh yeah something like that." "What kind of club is it?" "Well one you'll find out about once you're a member." Chris was confused. Greg turned to Hunter again. "Or...is he already a member of the club?" Hunter smiled. "He might be but think of today being something like an initiation." "Uh ok cool." Chris decided to go along with it. His brain was drifting ever since that huge cock came into the picture. Now he was reminded of Hunters as well, this one fully hard now. Chris was fully naked now and also fully hard. "Fuck youre beautiful. Can I kiss you?" Greg lit the pipe and took one more hit. Chris was never good at taking compliments and hearing that from this hot naked stranger in front of him put his thoughts further away from all the condom talk he wanted to do before. He nodded looking up at Greg and gave him his hand when Greg reached down to pull him up from the couch. They started with a shot gun that turned into a kiss, tentative at first on Chris's part, slow and soft. Then Greg unleashed something in Chris and the two felt something electric. Their making out became deeper and more intense thanks in part to the massive hit Greg shared with Chris. "That is hot boys." Hunter was watching and stroking his hard cock. "Let's move this into the bedroom."

Sorry for the delay. I get major writer's block these days and it took me a bit to get things rolling again. +++ They began a steady rhythm of thrusting into me, my body feeling overwhelmed with the sensations coming from both ends. I could barely breathe around my dad's cock, and every time Jack's fucking slammed back into me, I felt like he was forcing the air right out of me too. I thought I'd get used to it once he got all the way in, but a cock his size could be felt every second of it. Jack pulled my ass closer to him before shifting a little bit forward, raising me up so that he was fucking me at an angle. I could see him staring down at me next to my dad, his eyes keenly watching as his fat shaft hauled in and out of my cunt. "Look at the greedy little faggot. You can see his cunt hugging your cock and milking it," my dad said, grinning as his cock flexed hard in my mouth. He loved watching me get wrecked by this beast of a man, no doubt about it. Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise below us. My dad stopped thrusting, his cock firmly down my throat as he paused to listen. "Oh, garage door." That meant my uncle Eric was home. It was a little bit early for him to be getting home, but I felt relieved. I figured it might be enough to get him to call his friend off of me. Instead, he climbed off of me, pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back in a sec. You two keep having fun." He winked back at us as he headed out the door. I had no idea what he was off to do, but I figured he'd get my uncle to leave. Jack, for his part, took my dad's advice, further adjusting his position until he had me folded up under him, his fat cock pumping in and out before me where I could see it too. This position let it go in more easily, but he never took it all the way out, just pulling back far enough that the head would be right at the entrance to my hole. "You're lucky your dad has you here... I like to take boys back to my sleeper and spend the weekend breeding them 'till they're carrying my poz babies." He grinned at the last bit, letting out a puff of cigar smoke as he leaned in over me, his hairy, sweaty belly rubbing against mine. "Then again, maybe your dad will let me borrow you. Wouldn't be the first time he's let me borrow some pussy." His eyes roamed over me as he thrust in and out, taking in the sight of me as his cock rammed in up close. "You'd love that, wouldn't you, faggot? Your dick is hard as a rock." He tapped my dick, making me yelp as the rough stimulation hit my sensitive head. He was right, I was pretty hard, as much as I was ashamed to admit it. He laughed, shaking his head. I knew I shouldn't be turned on, but I couldn't really help it. Some part of me had always gotten off on being fucked by men, even (or perhaps especially) when it involved getting used in a lewd, degrading way. Even though I knew in my head that I was being raped and pozzed against my will, my dick was absolutely loving it, my hole spasming and milking Jack's cock. Some part of me enjoyed this far more than I was willing to admit, and I could feel my ears burn with shame at the realization. "That's right, you do," he jeered, grinning down as his movements picked up speed. I grunted along with the deep thrusts, feeling as my body slowly acclimated to the fuck. It no longer hurt so deep when he thrust in, his groin coming flush with my ass with every thrust. It just filled me up, every throb of it sending sensations through me that put stars in my vision. I didn't even want to think about what that piercing was doing hauling around inside... I could still feel that for sure. He took in a deep puff from his cigar, the end of it glowing brightly for a moment before he huffed out, picking up pace with his thrusts just as I heard movement in the hallway again. I was mortified to see my uncle Eric walk in, my dad following closely behind him, still as naked as before. "See? Told ya the kid's a fag, too," he said, leaning against the doorway as my uncle seemed a bit dazed, his eyes fixed on me as Jack continued his assault. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes, but it was like he wasn't there, just staring past me. "I'm surprised you never noticed. I just walked in on him getting his cunt plowed earlier!" My dad chuckled to himself, then wrapped his arm around Eric's shoulder. "Don't worry, though, bro, you're not going anywhere anytime soon," he said as he pushed my uncle down with his arm. Eric didn't skip a beat, lowering down onto his knees in front of my dad's half-hard cock and wrapping his lips around it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing beside me. My uncle Eric was my dad's younger brother, taller than him and overall larger but lacking the musculature my dad had. He was no wimp, of course, but he wasn't the type to spend time at the gym or lifting weights outside of work. I'd never thought him to be the type to submit so easily, but my dad seemed to be in charge. "Don't look so surprised, boy. My little brother here has been working this cock for longer than you've been alive." He held my uncle's face down in his groin, keeping it there. Meanwhile, on top of me, Jack was growing faster and faster, the piercing beginning to make my hole hurt from the friction. I knew better than to try complaining -- if anything, he'd get off on it more. Instead, I grabbed onto those beefy, hairy arms on either side, panting and grunting along with the frenzied rutting. I could tell he was close, and there was hardly any use escaping what that meant. "Ready, faggot? I'm about to put a fuckin' AIDS baby in your worthless cunt! Take my fucking venom, FUCK!" he snarled out, his hips moving with a brutal force that pushed me down into the mattress. I could definitely feel the familiar burn of my hole stretching too far, the pain making my eyes water as I felt an unmistakable gush of cum in my guts. One, two, three, four, five... Each felt as strong as the last, and it was hard to believe how long it drew out. My dad watched beside us, thrusting his cock in and out of my uncle's mouth as Jack slowly tugged his cock out of me. The entire length of it was slick with pinkish cum, my blood liberally mixed in in streaks. By the time his cock slid all the way out, a bright red streak coated the top, ending at the tip, where his PA was dropping with a cloudy mix of cum and blood. Finally, he climbed off of me for a brief second, only to place that half-hard cock on my lips. "Clean it off," he grunted as he went back to puffing on the cigar. "Alright, pigs, how's this for a treat? Get up, Eric. Take your clothes off." he said, pulling my uncle off of his cock. Eric complied, getting to his feet and stripping down. My uncle was much hairier than my dad, and as he took his pants off, I could see that he was similarly hung. His cock was hard, dripping precum off the end. "Now that my little brother's all horned up from sucking cock, I figure it's only fair he gets a taste of my son, too." Eric's eyes did widen a bit at that, but he didn't protest. He only looked back at me, his eyes inevitably looking at my wrecked hole. My dad led him over to me, pushing him onto the bed right on top of me. Eric was a sexy man, to say the least, but he looked conflicted as he was on top of me. "Go ahead, put it in him." There was a certain firmness to his tone that immediately made my uncle tense up for a moment. He gave me a briefly apologetic look before leaning forward and pushing his cock into me. At this point, Jack had opened me up nicely, so I had little trouble taking my uncle's shaft. He bottomed out quickly a small groan leaving him, then gasped as my dad came in behind him, pushing his own shaft in between my uncle's hairy asscheeks. "There we go, just how you like it," he said, and Eric indeed groaned, his shaft flexing and growing harder inside me. He began to make slow, shallow thrusts in and out, gradually working deeper and deeper with them. I could feel my own cock straining against his hairy belly, smearing precum around as I did what came naturally. Jack's cock was working into my throat again, his eyes trained on the three of us fucking as my uncle fucked me and himself on my dad's cock. I could feel Eric's grip growing tighter as his orgasm came to him as well, more cum flowing into me as he groaned quietly. My dad kept thrusting into him then, chuckling to himself. "That's another hot load for you, boy. Jack and I knocked him up as soon as I got back out." He pulled his cock out of my uncle's ass, and my uncle slowly withdrew from me, a wet glob of cum drooling out of my hole as his cock flopped out. I could still see pink streaks along it, my stomach turning a bit at the sight. "Well, shit, that's a start." My dad whistled as he pushed my uncle aside, shoving his shaft back into me. The pace was slow now, moving it around and mashing his hips as he relished it. Jack moved off of me now that his cock was clean, getting up off of the bed and going next to my dad on the bed, right behind my uncle. Bending him forward, he positioned that pierced cock at my uncle's hole and rammed in without warning, earning a yelp from him as well. Clearly, though, he was far more used to this treatment, as he soon began to sigh and groan, pushing back against that monstrous shaft. "Oh, yeah, we're gonna have so much fuckin' fun together..." my dad panted as the pounding resumed...

I almost shot at that. You, sir, "get" this little notion wherein the partying takes equal importance with the sex, the attitudes, and the reality of learning you love to get high and fuck on this. Relatable and realistic and I'm gonna beat off to this god knows how many times..Reading this hot little story made me feel like I was reliving every situation where stopping to think about anything sane or cautious was just simply dismissed and erased with a cloud; really helps obscure those long-term concerns that've been cropping up in my head from realizing I've been in this not-neg-for-long's jock with increasing frequency since this rollercoaster started. Almost too many times to remember all the dick and what I did with it - but who cares? You perfectly summed up a very close parallel universe of experience.. let's just say everything Jason thinks and does makes sense to me. Thanks for getting me rarin' to find more dick and ass. Raw dick and ass, of course. Let us know how Jason fares, and anything else you've got buzzin around in that twisted brain.. don't hold back.