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PART 1. When i was 23 yrs old I already had some hot PNP and read so many hot stories online about getting slammed and getting pozzed that I started to fantasize about how it would be. After 1,5 years I finally made the decision to find someone that could introduce me to getting slammed first. I went online and met a 22 yr old German boy called Matteo who lived in Amsterdam. He was also into pnp, bare, assplay and fisting and had been slamming for 3 years. He told me that he love introducing young guys to it. We decided to meet up that weekend and slam together. When I arrived a the station he was already waiting for me. After we talked a bit he told me that we first had to get some supplies at his dealer. We took the metro and after 15 minutes we arrive at a house with tinted windows. After ringing the doorbell a ripped 30 yr old black guy in basketball shorts opened the door and introduced himself as Gio. He let us in to a living room with a couch and several mattresses on the floor. We talked a bit and after a while he asked what we were up too. We told him that we were going to slam and that it's going to be my first time. He told us that this sounded hot and asked if he could record my first slam and that in return he would supply as much T as we wanted without charge. This offer was too good to pass up so we both started to take off our clothes. I have seen some nude pictures he'd sent me online but seeing his hot tattooed body in real-life made me so horny. Gio prepared the slams together with Matteo. When we sat on the couch Gio began filming. Matteo asked me if I wanted to get higher than I ever was before. After i nodded Matteo tied off my bicep, found a vein and slowly injected me. When the rubber band was released the heat started to spread thru my veins and I started couching. My brain went into overdrive and I became hornier than I ever was before. I let my self slide from the couch onto the mattress. My 7" dick was rock hard and was oozing a continuous stream of pre-cum. Then Matteo slammed himself which was so fucking hot to see. After coughing he climbed on top of me and started to ride my hard cock. Gio was stroking his huge 13" black cock and asked if he could join in. Matteo looked at me and we both smiled and I said 'Hell yeah!'. He stood up and grabbed his dick in one hand and with the other hand he slowly slid a point into one of the bulging veins on top. He massage his long cock and after couching he then tied off his balls and cock with a shoelace which made his cock swell up even bigger. He then pushed Matteo down on top of me and began to shove his lubed cock beside mine in the boys ass. Matteo let out a howl and after taking it ball deep he started to relax. After 15 minutes of hard fucking he pulled out and said 'Time to switch up'. Matteo climbed of me and grabbed the lube. knowing that I cleaned out before coming over he started to finger my ass. I pulled up my legs and felt him slowly stretching me up. After adding another finger every several minutes his hand began to slide into my ass . Then Gio got a glass pipe and started blowing clouds. I felt Matteo's hand slowly forming into a fist and after a couple of punches it was pulled out leaving my ass gaping. Gio handed the pipe to the Matteo and moved between my legs and rammed his cock in my ass. Feeling his the big cock head pressing against my inner ring. He then pulled out and got a little bag and sprinkled some white powder on the head. Matteo was sitting beside us blowing clouds. He started saying things as 'Yeah fuck that whore' and 'Fuck him raw and deep'. The Gio slid his Tina covered dick back inside and I felt how my insides began to burn. After hitting the ring again he began pressing harder and grabbed my nipples and began twisting them. My mind wanted only one thing and that was to be his hole so being fisted deep before I started to take deep breaths. And slowly I felt my inner ring giving way and his cock sank deep. He then applied lube to his balls and grabbed them tight and started to press them inside my hole and after they popped in he began to move his hips back and forth. He then grabbed my nipples and started to pull and twist them harder. The pain made me tens up and he started to moan harder and thrust his hips harder. I then felt his cock swell up inside. Matteo was stroking his 8.5" tattooed cock and began to say things as 'Yeah Fill this slut like you did to me' and 'Make him pregnant'. I joined him by begging Gio to breed me deep with his huge black cock'. This took him over the edge and unload big ropes of cum deep inside me. After he pulled out he shoved his cream covered cock deep inside Matteo's throat making him gag. After 5 minutes he pulled out because he heard the doorbell and said 'customers'. Matteo lay down next to me catching his breath. Then we heard the dealer coming back inside the room followed by two scally lads in tracksuits. 'Don't mind them' said the dealer to the lads. We saw how they did some business. One of the lads kept looking at Matteo and then asked if he was at the bathhouse two days ago getting gang banged. Matteo nodded. Then the lad said to his friend 'Remember that I told you yesterday that there was a hot slut tied up in a sling getting pounded by at least 15 guys? That's him! Too bad that I had to work that night, otherwise I would've joined in'. Gio leaned towards the lads and whispered something. The lads said 'YEAH!' and Gio gave them an extra baggy. Gio then walked over towards us and said 'Listen sluts. I just paid these lads for some hot fucking. So get ready for them'. Matteo knew exactly what that meant so he pulled me up and I followed him to the kitchen.

After a few minutes Jane and I got dressed and went to the bar. We got to the bar and hung out with her friends. I used my fake ID to buy drinks. Jane is older than me at 22 it helped make me look older when she got carded first. After the bar I took her home and then went back to my place. Jane asked me to come inside her place but I had a lot to drink and needed to get to bed. She wasn't happy. On the way back to her place she even was rubbing my leg and cock. It got a little aroused but not rock hard as usual. She kept trying to rub me but it only got slightly hard. We got to her place I kissed her and she got out of the car a bit miffed. When I got home I changed into underwear and an old sleeping shirt. It was tight and didn't go all the way down to my waist. Also all my usual underwear whites were dirty so I had to use one that my gf gave me last Christmas. It was a spandex like low-rise bikini style brief. It showed a lot up front and in the back. She liked when I wore it. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I put my stuff into the cabinet, I looked at his medicine bottles. The script was dated from 3 years ago and both bottles were empty. I went back to the bedroom and looked up the drugs out of curiosity. Holy crap. He has HIV. A bunch of things ran through my head. He touched me, I let him eat my cum, he touched my cock. We were in the pool together. He stuck his fingers in my mouth. A rush of emotions flooded me as well anger, frustration, and even excitement. I sat down and relaxed. I needed to calm down. I'm not some uneducated person. I know it can only be transmitted via body fluids or blood. Jane and I took tests before we had sex. I am better than this. I calmed down and felt better about it. I like Rick, he has been really good to me and I want to be supportive of him. My cock got a hard from the excitement which I felt strange about. I rubbed it a few times. I kept thinking why I am I getting aroused. I thought of Rick, hanging out at the pool with him, the way he looked at me, the way touched me the way he made me feel sexy and beautiful. I was rock hard now and leaking precum. But he has HIV I thought. I couldn't figure out why I was still hard as a rock. It was a little after 1am and I was tired. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Hey guys, I just want to say thank you to everyone who commented. Your reactions, encouragement, and thoughtful words genuinely inspired me to continue. I hope the next part lives up to your expectations. I always appreciate hearing whether you liked it… 😊 Part 10: The STD Clinic's 'Good News' and a Doctor's Toxic Confession The days after the hotel with Mark are a slow-motion torture of hope and disappointment. You don't feel changed. You don't feel converted. You expected something—a profound shift, a physical marker, the "fuck flu" you'd read about in hushed, excited tones online. You monitor yourself meticulously, a daily ritual of self-betrayal. You take your temperature in the morning, check your lymph nodes in the mirror, searching for the slightest sign of swelling, the faintest flush of fever. Nothing. Each day that passes with your body maddeningly normal is another spike of crushing disappointment. The reality is that conversion is silent, invisible, and utterly indifferent to your desperate, pathetic need for proof. You scour the forums again, this time not for thrills, but for reassurance. "It can take weeks," one post says. "Some people never get the flu," another offers, a cold comfort that feels more like a curse. The waiting becomes a form of purgatory. The intimate, ritualistic act with Mark, which was supposed to be the culmination, now feels like it might have been just another hollow fantasy. Eventually, you can't stand it anymore. It has been more than a month since the hotel breeding session with Mark. The uncertainty is worse than any negative result. You have to know. You drive back to the STD clinic, a place that now feels less like a source of shame and more like the only confessional that can offer you absolution or damnation. In the waiting room, you're a different man from the one who sat here before. You're not here to prevent a possibility; you're here to confirm a prayer. You pray you don't get the young doctor. You don’t want to be lectured by a boy who could easily be your son. You want a stranger, someone neutral, a detached clinician who will just draw your blood and read the results. But of course, it's him. Your name is called. You follow him down the same stark white corridor, and he gestures you into the same small, windowless office. "Back for your check-up, I assume," he says, not looking up from the file. "Your PEP pills empty?" "Yeah," you lie, the word feeling like sandpaper in your throat. "Bottle's empty." He nods, satisfied. "Good. We'll do a rapid test today for some immediate peace of mind, and send the full serology to the lab. The results will not be definitive, but this should give us a strong indicator." He prepares the blood draw, his movements practiced and cold. He fills a vial, then uses a small dropper to place a drop of your blood onto a small plastic cassette. "Alright," he says, setting a timer. "Fifteen minutes. We'll call you back in." You walk out of the office and back into the waiting room and sit. Your bladder stirs, a dull, insistent pressure from the water you drank while waiting. You need to piss. You scan the waiting room, a purgatory of shared secrets. A young guy, maybe twenty, sits with his knees pressed together, chewing his fingernails, his face a mask of pure terror. You peg him as a scare, probably a broken condom. He's praying for a negative. Across from him, a burly, tattooed man in a dirty tank top scrolls on his phone, looking bored. He's here for his routine check-up, you think. He already has his answer. In the corner, a handsome man in a suit that costs more than your car stares at a fixed point on the wall, his jaw tight. He's the classic closet case, probably here every three months after a lunch-break hookup at the club downtown. He's praying his wife doesn't find the clinic number on his phone bill. Each of them is a story, a potential carrier, a fellow traveler. You look at the burly, tattooed man and imagine him breeding the scared kid with a poz load that would make the boy's terror turn to tears of joy. You picture the man in the suit on his knees in a back alley, worshipping the anonymous, toxic cock of a stranger he'll never see again. You wonder which of them holds the gift you so desperately crave, which one would be merciful enough to share it. You think of your husband, at work right now, probably oblivious. He has no idea you're here. He has no idea you know about his own bugchasing activities at the local cruising grounds. The need to piss becomes too much. You get up and walk to the men's restroom. Inside, the air is thick with the sterile smell of disinfectant trying and failing to mask the underlying odor of piss and anxiety. You step into the stall at the back, unzip, and let go, the stream a welcome relief. As you stand there, your eyes drift to the graffiti on the tiled wall dividing the stalls. Amid the crude drawings and phone numbers for cheap lays, one symbol stands out, freshly scratched and aggressive: a biohazard symbol. Below it, a mobile phone number is etched into the grout. You stare at it, your mind momentarily forgetting the test, the doctor, everything. It feels like a sign, a secret invitation left just for you. You finish, shake off, and zip up. You wash your hands, catching your own reflection in the mirror—pale, anxious, and desperate. You return to the waiting room and finally take a seat. The minutes crawl by. Fifteen minutes pass. The nurse hasn't called your name. Twenty. Thirty. The longer you wait, the more your anxiety begins to curdle and twist. The initial fear of a positive result slowly morphs into a sick, excited certainty. They're keeping you this long because the test was positive. The doctor is preparing, maybe even calling in a counselor. This is it. The good news. You're not scared anymore. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, a prayer of thanks on your lips for the gift you're about to receive. Finally, after thirty-seven agonizing minutes, your name is called. When the nurse calls your name again, you follow her back to the same office. The doctor is holding the test cassette, a single, stark line visible in the results window. "Negative," he says, his voice flat, professional, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips. He's happy to give you the "good" news. "The rapid test is negative. As expected. The full panel will confirm, but you can breathe easy." The word hits you like a physical blow. Negative. All that hope, all that sick excitement, curdles into a vast, crushing disappointment. You feel the blood drain from your face. He looks at you, expecting to see a wave of relief wash over your face. He expects gratitude. He sees nothing. You feel nothing but a hollow, crushing void. Your expression is a blank wall. He frowns slightly, leaning forward. "You're not relieved," he says. It's not a question. "Why aren't you relieved? Did you want it to be positive?" His directness is a slap. You can't answer. You just stare at the desk. "Look at me," he says, his voice losing its clinical softness, gaining an edge. "You came back here. You were praying for a positive result, weren't you? That's why you're not relieved. Tell me about the fantasy. Is it the risk? The [banned word]? Do you get off on the idea of being sick? Help me understand what makes a man throw away a life-saving medication." "Answer me," he presses, his voice gaining an edge. "Did you take the PEP? You told me the bottle was empty." "I flushed them," you confess, the words barely a whisper. "I flushed them down the toilet the day I got home." The silence that follows is absolute and terrifying. When he finally moves, it's with a sudden, violent energy. He shoves his chair back, the legs scraping against the floor with a screech. He stands, pacing the small space like a caged animal. Even in his rage, he's magnificent. The anger flushes his chest, making the thin fabric of his scrubs cling to his sculpted torso. His power is palpable, a raw, dominant energy that makes your own cock ache with need. "You flushed them?" he roars. "I gave you a get-out-of-jail-free card! A goddamn miracle of modern medicine, and you flushed it? Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you've done? You think this is some hot fantasy? You think living with this is a fucking turn-on?" He stops pacing, right in front of you, his hands gripping the edge of his desk, leaning into your space. This is it—the exact same position he was in when he lectured you before, but this time the air is thick with his personal rage. "You have no fucking clue," he spits, his voice cracking with a pain so raw it's almost unbearable. "You think I stand here and lecture you from some ivory tower of health? I'm poz. I'm fucking toxic." The word hangs in the air between you, a bomb detonating in the small room. Your eyes widen. "My partner," he continues, his voice cracking. "He fucked around behind my back. Constantly. Unprotected. Never getting tested, bringing home every bug he could find. He didn't care. He got infected, didn't know. Gave it to me. The man I loved. He's gone. And I'm left with this. This life sentence." He taps his chest, a sharp, angry gesture. "And the meds? The insomnia, the anxiety, the cognitive fog... I can't think straight. The nausea and abdominal cramps are so bad I can't keep food down for days. So I stop. I've been off meds for over two years, just monitoring my CD4. Will only go back on meds if absolutely necessary. I’m so toxic at the moment, I’m frightened of myself." Your cock, which had wilted with the negative result, is now rock-hard, straining against your jeans. You want to fuck the pain right out of him, to breed him with your own negative seed and feel his toxic body accept it. You want him to fuck the fear into you, to make you feel what he feels. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving. In his rage, he's stepped even closer. His scrub pants are right in front of your face. You can't help it. Your eyes drop. You can see the distinct, heavy outline of his cock, his balls. Full of the bugs. He sees it. He follows your gaze down and then back up to your face. The rage in his eyes curdles into something else. A cold, profound disgust. "You're staring!" he accuses, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. "You're staring at my crotch." Before you can react, he moves. His hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. His grip is iron. He pulls your hand forward and slams it palm-down against his crotch, forcing you to cup his massive, rigid bulge through the thin fabric. You feel the heat of him, the solid weight of his cock and balls. And you feel something else—cold, hard metal. A thick, heavy ring encircling the base of his rigid cock making it feel even thicker and more potent. It makes his bulge even more prominent, a clear, undeniable sign that he is a top, his cock perpetually primed to blow his toxic load anytime he chooses. He feels your desperate, pathetic gratitude in the way your hand trembles against him. He sees the pure, unadulterated longing in your eyes. And something in him snaps. "You want this?" he snarls, his face inches from yours. "Yes, they are full of bugs," his voice a venomous whisper. "My VL came back only yesterday over 800,000. You want this? This is not an offer; it's a challenge." In a single, violent motion, he yanks you up from the chair. He spins you around and shoves you face-first against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of you. His hands are rough, tearing at your jeans, wrenching them and your underwear down to your knees. You hear the tear of his scrubs, the snap of elastic, and then you feel it—the thick, flared head of his cock, burning hot against your bare ass. "This is what you're asking for," he growls, and then he pushes into you in one long, brutal stroke. A strangled cry escapes your lips. It's pain and it's ecstasy, a fulfillment so sudden and overwhelming it whites out your vision. He doesn't wait for you to adjust. He fucks you with two, three deep, punishing strokes, his hips slamming against your ass, his body a furnace of rage behind you. And then, as suddenly as he entered, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and gaping. You hear a guttural groan and feel the wet heat of his cum splashing across your ass cheeks, a thick, coating of his toxic seed marking you from the outside. He's panting behind you, the sound ragged and broken. "You don't deserve my gift yet," he hisses, his voice raw. "You don't yet know what you are asking for." He shoves you hard, propelling you forward. "Get out," he whispers, his voice dangerously quiet. "Get the fuck out of my office!"

Chapter 5 ———- Josh ——— The gym was dead again and sadly the boy from yesterday wasn’t there. I needed to make my workout quick today anyway so it was for the best. I finished quickly and got back up stairs to shower and get dressed for the day. The furniture delivery was due to get here at 8 or 8:30 and my first appointment was shortly after that. It was originally planned for me to be there to accept the delivery and then one of the apartment concierge staff would supervise the delivery while I went to work (for a fee of course). Sam would be supervising it now so I wanted to make sure the delivery people weren’t crazy and my little bro was safe. When I got back up to the apartment Sam was sitting in the living room drinking coffee and eating cereal. “There is coffee in the pot bro.” He said as I came in. “Thanks, I will get some after my shower.” I replied as I walked through the open living area and down the hallway to my bedroom. I took a quick shower and dressed in my charcoal slacks and a nice peach button down shirt. No tie today. I put on my dress socks and loafers to complete my outfit. I styled my hair with gel and of course flossed, brushed, and hit the mouth wash. When I walked into the kitchen Sam whistled at me. “Big bro looking the hot doctor part!! That’s how you get all those famous people as clients, huh?” “Oh come on now, you know it’s the skill not the look.” I laughed as I answered him. “Yea, I know that you know your shit doc, but hey eye candy never hurts when your getting treated for and injury.” “This is true. Thanks for making the coffee Sammy.” I said using his nickname to tease him. He didn’t bother to respond with anything more than his middle finger before looking down at his phone. “Mom texted while you were working out, my stuff will be delivered this afternoon.” He said as he continued to do whatever he was doing on his phone. “Ok, the furniture delivery people should be here soon. Looks like you will have a day full of unpacking. Also today is a long day for me. I won’t be home till after 6.” “Ok, let’s order some food for dinner than. I’d be down for good Chinese.” “Yea, there a good place just up the way that delivers. I will send you the menu and just let me know what you want and I can put the order in before I head home.” “Sounds good!” He said licking up at me from his phone with a quick smile before looking back down at it. A few minutes later there was a call from the buildings concierge letting me know that the delivery people were here and that a staff member was escorting them up to my apartment. The knock at the door a minute later shifted the morning into overdrive. The two delivery guys were hot but I didn’t have time for empty flirting this morning. I greeted them and then showed them to Sam’s room. Sam was beside me at that point and he explained where he wanted the bed, nightstands, dresser, and desk. While the guys headed back down to the garage to get the furniture via the service elevator I helped Sam move his luggage and the decor we bought yesterday to the living room. That way the guys would have full access to the room. They were just bringing up the first pieces of furniture, it looked to be the bed frame, when it was time for me to head out. I gave Sam the money to tip them when they were done and went to fist bump him goodbye. He surprised me by wrapping me in a hug instead which I gladly embraced. Then he released me and casually went back to the living room and his phone. I was deep in thought as I walked down to the car. We were not a big touchy family. Hugs and kisses were normally saved for moe special things like goodbye that would be for months not just for the work day. I shrugged it off and climbed in the Audi and headed to work. I couldn’t be late for this client. She was very wealthy and the type that didn’t want to be kept waiting. But she was nice otherwise and referred lots of her rich socialite friends to the practice so making sure to be on time was worth it. I got to the office with about 20 minutes to spare before the appointment and was greeted by Lenny, one of our physical therapist and the person who worked with me with on clients the most. “Hey there boss, it’s gonna be a long day! We have a lot to do, but luckily we have a lunch window.” He said, his accent just barely reflecting his southern upbringing. He was born and raised in the south but got out as soon as he could. He wasn’t as lucky as me and had to work hard and put himself through college as he worked since his family disowned him for being gay. He was a couple years older than me, about 5’9, very thin and wiry build, had beautiful light brown skin from his mom being white and dad black, black hair, and very sexy brown bedroom eyes that always looked ready to seduce you. He also has a nice 6.5 inch cut cock along with a fantastic ass and hole that I had bred many times. He is the definition of a total bottom and is poz unmedicated like me. We found each other shortly after I started working at the practice and have been fucking ever since. Me recharging his toxic hole whenever we had a chance. Him mentioning our lunch break meant he’d be taking my fat raw poz dick and dirty cum for lunch. “Oh? Well that’s good. How long will I have to use your holes?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow at him. “We have an hour and a half window so as long as the schedule cooperates we will have enough time to fuck and have some food.” He said as he came over and reached down into my lap and started to massage my dick through my slacks. I looked to the unlocked door and then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Which lasted a few minutes and included me reaching down the back of his scrubs, where he didn’t have any underwear on, and fingering his hole. He unzipped me and was stroking my now rock had cock. I pulled him to his knees as I swiveled my chair toward him and guided his mouth down on my dripping cock. I used my hand on the back of his neck to force him deeper on my dick and making him gag on it. He loved when I did that and always asked for the hardest throat fuck I could give. It took about 5 minutes of me really using his throat, to the point he almost passed out from lack of oxygen, to make me flood his throat with my charged cum. He pulled off my wet dick and moved up to kiss me and share what was left of my cum that he hadn’t swallowed. We parted and he grabbed a towel from the nearby cabinet and cleaned off my cock before tucking me away and zipping me back up. We stood up at the same time and had one last peck before we went about preparing for our client that was due any minute. The morning few by. We had 4 appointments before lunch and managed to only get behind by 15 minutes. Lenny came into my office after walking the last patient out carrying two salads and two flavored waters. We had ordered lunch and apparently it had been delivered during the last appointment. He had grabbed it from the front desk while he was up there. He locked the door behind him and he put the food in the small mini-fridge I kept in my office. We wouldn’t eat till after I had filed his poz hole. I walked over to the sofa and sat down as he put the food away. He followed me over, slowly stripping his clothes away as he approached. He was naked by the time he got to me and bent over to kiss me. He was a beautiful person inside and out that was blessed with a gorgeous body! His dick was fully hard and swayed as he walked. His eyes went from the normal flirty to burning with sexual desire. While he liked to be throat fucked hard, and he was normally a sub bottom boy, I knew from that look he was in his more dom headspace. My role today was to sit there and let him use me as a riding mount. His kiss was deep and passionate. He took control and owned my mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt. His hands roamed my pecks till they came to rest on my nipples. He played with them as our tongues danced together. My dick was cramped and screaming to be let out so it could grow to its full potential. Luckily Lenny stopped our kissing and kneeled on the floor in front of me as he moved his hands down undoing my button, unzipping my fly, and pulling down my slacks enough to have the right access for my cock to be at the right angle for him to ride it. One set of his fingers went back to my nipples as his other hand stroked my rapidly hardening cock. He took my free nipple in his mouth and licked, sucked, and then lightly nibbled on it. A deep growl escape from my throat as he bit down. He paused long enough to reach over to the side table and grab the surround sound remote to turn on the classical music we always played when we took lunches (both regular lunches or “lunches”) to help cover the sound. The walls were thick but we still did it to help cover our fucks just in case. He rose from his knees to straddle my lap as he kissed me on my lips first then he moved my head to the side and kissed my earlobe and then down my neck. His hole was teasing my now precum covered poz uncut cock. He’d let my head hit his hole just enough to feel it but not enter it as he continued to drive me crazy with neck kisses. “Please sit on it!! I need to feel your hole wrapped around my big fat uncut raw poz cock!!” I begged after I couldn’t take much more of the teasing. “Oh, you want my sweet raw charged hole around you? Want to mix that toxic precum in my hole with my strain?” “Fuck yes!!! I need to give you my strain again!! It’s been to long!!” “Mmmm, yea? The weekend without my prefect poz hole is hard, but I am sure you had plenty of hole.” He teased my cock more as I felt him smile against my neck. This was our normal routine on Mondays. Telling each other who we fucked over the weekend. “I had a great night Friday and I got to deposit my toxic cum in neg hole. Yesterday morning I bred a stranger in the gym sauna. But, my sexy straight brother got here and has been driving me crazy. Walking around in underwear or nothing at all. His giant uncut dick hanging out and that prefect ass taunting me.” I practically whined. “Oh? So little brother got into town early? And he is hot and hung? Interesting” he said as he moved to the other side of my neck. “Yea, and due to him getting here 3 day early I didn’t have a bed for him so we have been sharing one. Naked!” I exclaimed. “Mmm that’s a hot mental picture. You and your brother naked in bed!” He said as his hole caught on my head again and he put just enough pressure to let the tip of it in. “You have no clue! He’s got me so rilled up all day I can’t stand it!” “Well then maybe big brother needs to try and convert little bro. In more than one way.” He said with a hint of slyness in his voice. “That be so hot!! Knocking up my straight brother and making his hole mine! Riding his last neg load from his big uncut dick!!” My cock jerked in his hole and let out a huge glob of precum. “Oh, you really do want him! My hole got good and wet from that spasmand you saying that you’d bottom for him can only mean you want him bad!!” He said in surprise. “Yea, but I couldn’t risk it. The family would freak. And it’s not worth that. I will be ok, it’s only six months. It just means I will have to use your hole daily.” I said as Lenny continued to tease the head of my dick in his hole without moving any further down it. “Yea, illy hole is here whenever you need. But we will have to talk more about that. Brainstorm.” He said as he took the first inch of my fat uncut dick into his hole. I just moaned in response to his hole gripping my dick and the thought of us planning a way to poz my little brother. Our conversation stopped there as Lenny took charge and started to ride my full 7.5 inches. Slow at first then going faster and faster. Clapping his ass against my thighs as he rode me like a stallion. Telling me how bad he wanted my toxic babies in him. How his hole needed to be filled with my unmedicated highly viral cum. How he wanted my dirty load to recharge him. I just moaned as he rode me. After about 10 minutes of him bucking on my rock hard dick I was close to cumming. “I am going to fucking shoot my poz cum deep in you!!! I am fucking cumming!! Get ready to be knocked up again!!” I growled as I unload deep in his already poz hole. “Fuck yes!!! Mix our strains!!” He moaned as he stroked his cock and his cum exploded all over my abs. Luckily not getting any on my shirt. He collapsed on top of me and we sat there resting for a minute with my cock still deep in his hole plugging my cum in him. He slowly raised off my cock and sat beside me. “That was so hot! Picturing you and your brother as I rode you!! Fuck.” “Yea it was. But it won’t happen.” I said with a resigned shrug as I got up and pulled my pants and underwear into place. “Hmmm we will see about that.” He said as he stood and walked to the attached private bathroom to drop off my kids before dressing. It was sad to know he’d not be keeping them but we couldn’t have them leaking out while we worked. I got out the salads and waters from the mini-fridge and put them on the desk. I laid everything out and sat in my chair as I buttoned up my shirt and then combed my hair so it went from looking just fucked to professional. Lenny came out and sat at the desk naked as we chatted more about Sam’s arrival and how we spent the weekend. He told me about his weekend and the guys he let breed him. My work iPad light up on the desk as the beep of Lenny’s hand held device sounded. Both signaled that the next patient had arrived. Lenny went to get them as I cleared the desk and then meet them in the exam room. The afternoon zoomed from there and when we wrapped up it was after 6. I walked with Lenny out and said goodbye at his jeep. On the drive home I found myself wondering what Sam had been up to all day. How didn’t furniture delivery go? Did his stuff from home arrive ok? I hadn’t been able to really check in. He had texted me a few times saying all was going well and to give me his Chinese order. That was all I got, nothing very detailed so it left me curious. I guess I’d find out soon. ————- I appreciate everyone being so patient and all the positive feedback. Hopefully I can get chapters done sooner but no promises, lol. Hope you all enjoy the chapter!!!

We returned to our conversation. "I would think with you fucking her earlier today you shot your load", Rick questioned OMG did he hear us, crap I am in trouble I thought. "Oh you heard us" I said in a shy scared way like I got caught doing something wrong "Yeah, she was moaning really loudly. Sounds like she was enjoying your cock", Rick said "Yeah, she did" I said awkwardly. My cock started to get a little soft. "She came didn't she", Rick asked "Yes she did. How do you know?", I replied "I heard her scream and the way she moaned. How do you know when she cums" Rick asked "I can just tell. Her pussy squeezes my cock", I said "Am I in trouble? She just wanted to see my place. We didn't stay long and she wanted to fuck cause we hadn't had sex in a longtime" I said in an apologizing tone and nervous cadence He laughed," It's ok, it's natural. You are handsome man with a beautiful body and a gorgeous cock. If I were her, I would want to have sex with you too. You are so sexy Dan.", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me. I could feel his eyes ravaging me. My rock hard cock suddenly started to leak more precum. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that", I said blushing. I felt warm all over. Like the cheerleader being told by the football team quarterback that she was beautiful. "Did you cum when you fucked her" Rick asked "No" I replied "Why not?" Rick asked "I don't know. I just didnt'. I just wanted to get her off and finish" I replied softly "Do you still enjoy fucking her" Rick asked "I guess so", I replied "So haven't cum yet today or in a while" Rick asked "No" I said as my cock was rock hard sticking up and oozing precum "Do you stay rock hard when you fucked her" Rick asked "No not really, it was difficult to stay hard after a while", I replied not sure why I was so honest with him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded stroking his mammoth meat. I stared at his cock. Then the TV action got louder. There was something about the moaning of the bottom yelling and begging the top to cum in him. It caught my ear for some reason and I looked at the TV. Rick noticed and smiled back at me. The bottom was in bliss being fucked. It reminded me of Jane and other girls I had fucked who had the same look. I looked back at Rick and stared at his cock. "How can it be bad to have such a huge cock", I asked inquiring "Well everyone wants it and sometimes you end up with someone who you didn't know everything about", he responded "Can I ask you a personal question", i asked "Sure fire away", he said "Is that how you got HIV", I asked "Kind of. I was with a guy who I liked and we were dating. We had a lot of sex not just as a couple but with other people", Rick said

I got up to use the bathroom. I probably drank too much beer, this always happens. It's just after 2:30am and I was still buzzing from all the beers and shots I took at the bar. I finished using the bathroom and heard moaning. I walked to Rick's bedroom and his door was open. I peeked inside slightly so I wasn't seen. He was on his couch watching gay porn on his TV stroking his cock. It was a young guy about my age and same body type on the bottom and an older guy around Rick's age on the top fucking the boy. The bottom boy was moaning and the top guy had a huge cock. The guy on the bottom was moaning from being slowly fucked by the hung guy on the top. It was strangely erotic. I didn't know why. I wasn't gay. I just fucked my gf earlier today. "How was your evening with Jane", Rick said I thought should I turn around. I decided to go in. "It was fine", I said "Come and sit with me. I could use the company", Rick said I walked in side and his eyes affixed on my body. "God your beautiful and I love your outfit" Rick said devouring my body with his eyes. "Thank you. Sorry my usual clothes and underwear are dirty. And oh crap sorry I am in my underwear. I should put some shorts on" I said pulling down my shirt and started to turn around. "Don't apologize, I saw you in your swimsuit and we swam naked yesterday. It's cool. Just two guys hanging out", Rick said "Its okay just sit down and relax" Rick said I obliged and sat down next to him. Our knees slightly touching. Sitting down I could feel my back of my underwear bunch up and so did the front, my cock protruded out more from my briefs. Rick handed me a shot of whiskey and a beer. We toasted and took the shot and chased it with beer. I thought I better slow down. He handed me another shot. "Thanks, I will take this in a bit. I had too much at the bar", I said "That's cool take your time", he said "You doing ok", I asked "Yes just bummed. I was supposed to have a friend come over but he flaked", he said "Someone your dating", I asked Rick laughed, "No a hook up friend" "Oh sorry to hear he didn't show up", I said. "It happens. I am happy you are here", he said as he kept stroking his cock "Just watching some porn", Rick said We both looked at the TV and saw the bottom taking a huge cock. The bottom was moaning and begging the guy fucking him to fuck him harder. "Harder harder, fuck me, pound me" the guy on the bottom was saying. I looked down at it and his slow stroking, precum leaking and his cock all wet. "You like looking at it don't you", he asked "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. It's just so big. I've never seen any like that before, that big", I responded looking at him, our eyes connecting. "Yes, it is. So is yours, " he said stroking his cock and looking at my cock. I didn't realize it was rock hard pushing out from my underwear. "Your cock looks like it is enjoying the porn", he said "Ugh yeah", I said. I went on to cover it up and also say because I hadn't cum in a while too it must be that. My cock was pushing thru my underwear and there was a large wet spot from it leaking so much. "Sorry to hear that you haven't cum in a while. Boy you are rock hard and leaking.", Rick said "Why don't you take it out. Let it free. It's so hard it might break in there. It's only us guys", Rick said laughing softly I pushed my underwear down slightly to let it out. It sprang out and some precum flicked onto my leg and his. "Oh sorry about that" as I reached out to wipe it off him. I finished wiping it off myself and he said, "Don't let it go to waste boy, go ahead and lick it.", Rick said He reached out and softly touched my hand and led my finger to my mouth. "Go ahead its your boy, you've tasted it yesterday" he said I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my precum. It tasted sweet and a little salty. "It tastes good doesn't it", Rick asked. I nodded. "Porn is porn whether straight or gay. It's to adults enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure. It's normal to get aroused. I know a lot of straight guys who watch bi or gay porn and get hard" Rick said in a comforting manner

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Sorry for my mistake in what i posted. Here you go. As I felt my cock leak more precum, i grabbed my cock and pulled it back under my stomach to hide it from Rick. "You didn't have to do that. It was fine there. I'll clean up the mess", Rick said "Ohhh sorry about that, I can clean it up", i said lifting my head turning back" i said quickly trying not to turnover and show my hard cock. "Don't worry I can clean it up. I want to." Rick said As I looked back he had scooped up the precum on his two fingers. They were glistening in the sun light. He then put them in his mouth and sucked his fingers all while looking at me. "Hmmm you taste good" he said "Thanks I didn't know that.", I said uncomfortably "Cmon dude. I know you are straight but don't tell me you never tasted your cum while jacking off to porn." Rick said laughing in a joking manner "Maybe once I did", I confessed "And how did it taste?", Rick asked "Okay I guess it was a while back", i replied "Why not try now?" Rick said "Oh I thought you licked all up already" i replied confidently "I doubt that" Rick said "Turn over", Rick said "Huh?", I replied" "Turn over now", he said sternly I turned over. "I thought so. Boys and your cocks. Constantly hard and leaking. You have such a nice cock", he said looking at me I looked down without surprise as I could feel it. My groin and pubes were all wet with precum. The lounge chair too. I was relieved my cock wasn't erect anymore but it was turgid. "There's is plenty to taste here. I am glad you enjoyed your massage. Lets clean you up first", he said He took his hand and rubbed it in my groin area almost caressing me, trying to get his fingers all wet with my juice. It sent thrills direct to my cock and it started to get hard in front of him instantly. "Your cock has a mind of its own. Look at it begging for attention." Rick said smiling. As he was rubbing his fingers in my pubes and groin trying to wet his fingers and scoop up all the precum he ran against my cock and brushed the head. It throbbed in front of him and leaked more precum. I let out a soft moan. "Ohhh its excited now and wants more attention I see. Shall we help it out", He said while his hand still rubbing my groin and brushing my cock. I had to admit it felt amazing. My phone rang. It was Jane she called to tell me she made a reservation and would see me there. "I miss you. I can't wait to see you." Jane said I looked back at Rick he was still touching me and finally scooped up a bunch and placed his precum soaked fingers at my lips all while staring at me. He went back and tried to scoop up more precum. I tried to not moan it felt so good. "I miss you too gotta go." I said huredly and hung up the phone. He kept touching me my cock was erect and leaking. "That's nice that you miss her. You mean it", Rick asked while tyring to get more precum but just really rubbing my going and brushing my hard cock. "Yeah sure", I said my body was feeling good and my eyes let our a moan. "Yeah I thought so. Open up beautiful Dan, taste yourself", he said staring in my eyes. I opened up my mouth and let his fingers in. "Suck my fingers and taste yourself. Lick them clean.", he said our eyes locked I slowly sucked his fingers and licked his fingers. He then pushed his fingers deeper in my mouth. I gagged a bit and he pulled back and then he started to run them lightly on my gums and mouth like massaging my mouth, it help me relax, he did it in a sensual way and my mouth opened more and saliva formed and now I was sucking his fingers. "Good boy lick it clean. You enjoyed it didn't you.", Rick asked It felt weird the way he touched the inside of my mouth was so soft and sensual and my precum did taste good. I nodded. My phone beeped and I looked at it. Jane sent hearts. Rick could see the phone message. "You going to reply", Rick asked "Maybe later I don't know. ", I said to stop the moment and think about it. My head was a little fuzzy. My cock was hard and so much emotion and feeling going thru me. My cock was rock hard and leaking and my body was so aroused. I paused and took a deep breath. "Why don't we finish tanning. We didn't enough sun. That sound ok?" Rick suggested I nodded. "Do you mind me grabbing a last taste.", he asked. I said no. His fingers rubbing against my groin and brushing against my cock again and then scooping up the leak on the chair and brought it to his mouth and sucked on his fingers while our eyes were locked again. "You taste sweet. I bet your cum tastes delicious." Rick said sucking his fingers savoring my leak. "Ohhh again you boys and your hard cocks." Rick laughed as just from his touching of my cock made it throb again and push out leaking precum. I turned back over and let out a sigh. Rick rubbed and squeezed my butt softly. "Just relax and get a nice tan." he said I did. I started to reflect on the afternoon. I did feel relaxed and free and not judged or stress. I dozed off. I woke up Rick was sitting up looking at me. I looked at my phone. It was 5:15pm. "Holly crap I'm going to be late" I said. "Sorry you were resting and I didn't want to wake you up." Rick said "You should have woke me. I am going to be late." I said "Relax. Its only 10 minutes away just text here you are going to be a little late." Rick said I breathed...."Yes you are right", I said I got up, helped Rick clean up the food plates and empty beer bottles. He whistled at me. "Oh my boy you have a lovely tan. Especially your ass, no tan lines. It is so hot. You are beautiful Dan you really are" Rick said "Thank you.", i said blushing. His comment made me feel beautiful and sexy. As I stood and faced him and turned and walked to back to the house, I could feel his eyes devour me. It felt strangely gratifying and made me feel sexy.

Today, at the adult bookstore near me, I got to watch a young looking boy getting fucked by an old man with a huge cock. Have you had any hot adult bookstore experiences ?

I graduated high school 2 years ago in a small town and took off time from school to work and make money. I finally decided to go to school. I got into a community college in a city about 3 hours from where I grew up. It was a larger city. I needed to find housing as i wasn't going to drive back and forth every day. I looked on a bunch of sites and found an ad on CL.     Room in my house for rent. Small room with bed, couch and desk and table. Has microwave. Shared bathroom. College students preferred. Room for one person only no guests allowed over. $350     negotiable. I was floored when I saw the ad. First it was about 10-15 minute drive from the college. Second it was super cheap. Most places in the area were going for $600-1000 per month. They might be bigger but that was the going rate. While I had some money saved up, I still needed to get a job in the city and pay for tuition. I immediately called the number on the ad. The landlord, Rick said I could come by and look at the place and it was still available. He asked if I was a college student and told him yes. He told me that I could come by tomorrow in the afternoon. As I had planned to drive to the city to start moving my stuff over and leaving it at my girlfriend's place later today I asked if I could see it later this afternoon. He said sure anytime after 5p. He gave me the address and confirmed the place and time. I gave him my name, Dan and told him I would see him soon. I got dressed in running shorts and tank top, I packed up my car and drove over. I told my gf I would stop by after i looked at the room. She told me that I should just live with her. I thought about it but she had some roommates and it was 30 minutes plus away from campus. I arrived at the house. It was located at the back end of a nice upper middle class subdivision. It was located a bit away from the other houses and looked modest for the neighborhood it was in. I pulled into the driveway. It was a small house, maybe 1000 square feet. It had a car port for two cars. I pulled into one of the stalls. Got out of the car and knocked on the door. The door opened. "Hi you must be Dan, I'm Rick. Come in inside", he said. I stepped inside. "Yes I am Dan nice to meet you", I said reaching out to shake his hand. He shook my hand with nice strength and held it for a bit long. "So nice to meet you. I have looking forward to getting a new tenant in here", Rick said finally letting my hand go. We stepped into the living room and he said to sit down on the couch next to him to get to know each other. I sat down and he scooted by me with him facing me, his groin at eye level. He was dressed in a tank top too and loose thin off white shorts. I hadn't noticed when I first arrived but looking down i could see the outline of his cock thru his shorts. I looked away but i think he saw me. He sat right down next to me facing me with his leg lightly touching my leg. "Why don't you tell me about yourself", Rick said I told him about growing in the small town a few hours away and that I was going to college finally. He was surprised I looked like i was still in high school or just graduated. I told him i get that a lot as people think i am younger than i am. I think part cause I am not that tall, about 5'8" and about 145 lbs. I've always been slim and also as I swam in high school i had s slender physique. The conversation went on to what I was hoping to study in school, my job i was starting, about my gf and general background. He reminded me that i couldn't have my gf over and i told him i understood. I also told him I would be storing stuff at her place until I could find a place. He told me he worked in an office, had some hobbies and had some friends he hung out with. He said he had parties once in a while at the house and if I wanted to attend i could, again alone. I found that part odd. I get not having my gf staying over but not having her with me at a party at his house didn't make sense but I agreed as i needed the room. All the while as we were talking our legs were now touching and he leaned over more as he talked. He had a strong musty smell about him. It was a pleasing smell. I asked him why he preferred college students. He said he likes younger people as it keeps him young. We talked about the terms and we agreed on the rent. He would give me a break of $350 per month iHe said one more thing. As he spoke he placed his hand on my upper leg just below my thigh. "I am gay. You ok with that?", he said looking into my eyes His warm hand squeezed my leg and it felt good. That with his smell, I started feeling warm. "Ughh yeah of course.", I said quickly but keeping my eyes with his. "Good. I might have someone over once in a while but not that often", he said still having his hand on my upper leg now on my thigh. Lets go look at the room. He stood up offered his hand and pulled me up. His strength pulled me up quickly and I kind of bumped into him. "You ok", he asked holding my hand still "Yeah just a bit warm", I said. My head at chest level looking up. He led the way and I followed him. As we walked i looked at him more carefully. He was a tall man, in his late 50's early 60's. Handsome with some balding and a moustache. He was on the slender side but also had a small pot belly. We walked thru the living room past a bathroom and then into a room. The room was small, about 150 square feet with a twin bed, desk, and dining table. There was a microwave on the dining table. The room had a sliding door that led to the car port. He turned around and asked if this was ok. I looked around and said its good. He looked at him for the first time faced towards him. His nipples pushed out of his shirt and looked like he had a piercing and his cock was now fairly hard and the outline in the thin shorts stuck out. It looked massive. "Hello earth to Dan", Rick said smiling. "The room look ok? Do i?", Rick said laughing I snapped out of my stare", Oh yeah this will work out fine." "When can I move in?", i asked "You can move in now if you like. That way you can save the trip of going to your gf place and then have to bring it back", Rick said "What about this week's rent before the new month?", I asked "Don't worry you can help me clean and do stuff around the house for your two weeks of free stay. Does that work?", he asked. "That would be great.", I said.

I think drinking a man’s piss is extremely intimate. For that reason I don’t do it often. I have a regular fuck bud that I really connect with and he feeds me his piss. He enjoys it and because I have a trust and more than casual intimacy with him I enjoy it as well. This may be just how I run but for me it’s a true connection. Even more than cum.

The industrial warehouse on the edge of the city loomed like a forgotten relic, its brick facade scarred by graffiti and years of neglect. Inside, Studio 7 buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of moans from adjacent sets. Tyler, an 18-year-old fresh out of high school from a sleepy suburb, had answered the online ad on a lark. 'Entry-level adult film extras wanted—no experience necessary. Easy money, quick shoot.' He'd lied about his age in the application to make 18 sound more seasoned, but his boyish face and slim, untouched body screamed virgin. At 5'7" with messy blond hair, smooth pale skin, and wide hazel eyes full of naive hope, Tyler dreamed of escaping his dead-end life. He wore faded jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a plain gray hoodie, his sneakers squeaking on the concrete floor as he clutched a crumpled resume. The receptionist, a bored woman in her 40s with a cigarette dangling from her lips, barely glanced up. 'Tyler? Director's in back. Sign this waiver—standard stuff.' The paper blurred under his nervous fingers: releases for nudity, penetration, group scenes. He skimmed it, heart pounding, and scribbled his name. She buzzed him through a heavy door into a dimly lit space that smelled of stale sweat, lube, and industrial cleaner. Cameras on tripods flanked a raised platform with a stained mattress, flanked by folding chairs and scattered props—handcuffs, bottles of oil, a duffel of toys. Director Vance, a wiry man in his 50s with a ponytail and a perpetual smirk, waved him over. 'Kid, you look fresh. Virgin? Perfect for the 'innocent twink' vibe. We're shooting a daddy-dom scene today. You'll pair with Big Ron—our star bear. Lights, camera, action in ten. Strip to your undies and wait.' Two cameramen—burly guys named Mike and Luis—adjusted lenses, chuckling under their breath. A sound guy fiddled with mics, and in the corner, a producer typed on a laptop. Tyler's stomach flipped. 'Wait, like... full penetration? I thought it was just posing.' Vance laughed, clapping his shoulder too hard. 'Read the fine print, boy. This is pro porn. You back out now, no pay. But finish the scene, and you're walking with five hundred. Ron's hung like a horse—gonna make you a star.' Tyler swallowed, peeling off his hoodie and jeans, left in white briefs that did little to hide his soft cock. He sat on the edge of the mattress, knees bouncing, as the crew prepped. Then Big Ron lumbered in, a mountain of flesh at 6'5" and over 300 pounds. Late 40s, with a greasy beard streaked gray, rolls of fat cascading over his belt, and hairy arms like tree trunks. His gut hung heavy, straining a stained tank top, and sweat beaded on his forehead from the short walk. He reeked—unwashed body odor mixed with old cum and something sour, like days-old cheese. 'Fresh meat,' Ron grunted, eyeing Tyler like a meal. He stripped without ceremony, tank top hitting the floor to reveal sagging moobs dusted with coarse black hair, a belly that jiggled with each step. His cargo shorts dropped, unleashing thighs thick as Tyler's waist and, finally, his cock: a monster, twelve inches soft, thickening to fourteen erect, as girthy as a wrist. The foreskin clung tight, packed with yellow-white smegma that crusted the head and shaft, the stench hitting Tyler like a wall—cheesy, rancid, making his eyes water. 'Action!' Vance barked. Lights blazed hot on Tyler's skin. Ron grabbed him by the hair, yanking him to his knees on the hard platform. 'Suck it, boy. Clean daddy's dirty dick.' Tyler gaped, the cheesy cock slapping his cheek, leaving a sticky smear. 'I... I can't—it's filthy!' But Ron shoved forward, the bloated head forcing past his lips, smegma flaking onto his tongue—bitter, gritty, like spoiled milk. Tyler retched, but Ron held his head firm, thrusting shallowly to coat his mouth. 'Lick it clean, virgin slut. Taste what a real man's packing.' Tyler choked, saliva mixing with the cheese as he lapped tentatively, tongue scraping the folds under the foreskin. The flavor burned, acrid and overwhelming, but Ron's grip tightened, fucking his face deeper. Inches slid in, stretching Tyler's jaw until it ached, the girth bulging his throat. Gags wracked him, tears streaming as Ron's balls—hairy, sweat-slick—smacked his chin. 'Deeper, bitch. Gag on daddy's cheesy meat.' The crew filmed close-ups, Mike zooming on the drool bubbling out, Luis capturing Tyler's flushed face. Ron's hips bucked harder, the dirty shaft pistoning, smegma dissolving into a slimy froth that dripped down Tyler's chin onto his chest. After minutes of brutal face-fucking, Ron pulled out with a wet pop, his cock now slick and semi-hard, cheese residue clinging to Tyler's lips. 'Bend over the bed, ass up. Time to pop that cherry.' Tyler scrambled onto the mattress, trembling, briefs ripped down to expose his smooth, pink hole—virgin tight, untouched. Ron rummaged in the duffel, grabbing lube and the largest condom they had, extra-thick magnum size. He slathered his cock, the rubber straining as he rolled it on, the latex creaking over the veined length. But it barely fit, the tip peeking out, material taut. 'Please... be gentle. I'm scared,' Tyler whimpered, face buried in the sheets. Ron snorted, spitting on his hole before jamming two thick fingers in dry. Tyler yelped, the intrusion burning like fire, his ring clenching futilely. Ron twisted them roughly, scissoring to stretch, adding a third without warning—knuckles deep, probing the walls until Tyler sobbed. 'Tight as fuck. Gonna wreck this boypussy.' He yanked his fingers free, positioned the head at Tyler's pucker, and shoved. The breach was agony. The condom-sheathed cockhead popped past the rim, tearing a scream from Tyler as three inches sank in. 'Stop! It's ripping me!' But Ron gripped his hips, fat fingers digging bruises, and thrust harder—half his length burying in one go, the girth splitting Tyler's ass wide. Blood welled immediately, the virgin hole resisting the invasion, micro-tears forming from the sheer size. Ron pulled back slightly, the condom slick with red streaks, then rammed forward again, bottoming out with a grunt. Tyler's body jerked, ass clenching in pain, the burn radiating through his core. 'Fuck, you're bleeding already, kid. Take daddy's fat cock.' Ron set a merciless pace, hips slamming forward, his belly slapping Tyler's back with wet thuds. Each plunge dragged against the torn walls, blood lubricating the slide but amplifying the raw friction. Tyler clawed the mattress, crying out, 'It hurts too much! Pull out—please!' The condom stretched thinner with every thrust, latex groaning under the strain. Ron's cheesy cock—now buried deep—pounded Tyler's prostate, forcing unwanted sparks of pleasure amid the torment, his own dick leaking onto the sheets. Sweat poured off Ron, dripping onto Tyler's skin, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. The crew cheered softly, cameras rolling. Deeper in, Ron's rhythm turned feral, grunting like an animal. On a particularly vicious thrust—full force, balls-deep—the condom gave with a sharp snap. Tyler felt it: the sudden bare heat, the loss of barrier, Ron's raw skin grinding directly against his ravaged insides. 'What— the condom broke! Stop, you're bare!' Ron laughed, a deep belly rumble, not slowing. 'Oops. Guess you're getting daddy's load raw now.' He pinned Tyler's shoulders down, fucking harder, the broken latex shreds scraping inside. Blood squelched with each pump, Tyler's hole gaping wider, torn edges inflamed and bleeding freely down his thighs. 'No, no—cum outside! I don't want it!' Tyler begged, voice breaking into sobs, but Ron's weight crushed him, cock swelling thicker bare. The orgasm hit Ron like a freight train. He roared, slamming balls-deep, and unloaded—thick ropes of cum blasting into Tyler's guts, hot and forceful. Pulse after pulse, flooding the battered channel, overflowing to mix with blood in pinkish drips. Ron ground in, milking every drop, his cheesy seed marking the virgin deep. Tyler shuddered, his body betraying him with a weak spurt of his own cum, ass milking involuntarily around the invading shaft. Ron pulled out with a obscene slurp, a gush of cum and blood following, Tyler's hole twitching open, unable to close—puffy, wrecked, leaking steadily. He curled up, weeping, ass throbbing in fire. 'Cut? Nah, keep rolling,' Vance said, grinning. 'Crew, you earned a bonus. Gangbang the twink—bareback only. Poz that boy good.' Tyler froze, eyes widening in horror. 'What? No— I didn't sign up for this! Stop the cameras!' But Mike and Luis were already stripping, cocks hard and out—Mike's seven inches cut and veined, Luis's thicker with a curve. The sound guy, a lean twink named Alex, joined, his dick average but eager. Even Vance unzipped, revealing a modest shaft. Ron stepped back, stroking his spent cock, watching. They swarmed him. Mike grabbed Tyler's arms, pinning them behind his back, while Luis flipped him onto his stomach, knees shoved wide. 'Please... no more. It hurts so bad—I'm bleeding!' Tyler cried, thrashing weakly. Luis spat on his cock and rammed in bare, no prep—the cum-slick hole offering little resistance but reigniting the agony. 'Shut up and take it, slut. We're all poz—gonna load you up.' He fucked rough, hips pistoning, cock churning the mess inside, blood and cum frothing out. Tyler screamed, tears soaking the mattress, begging, 'Stop! I'll do anything—just stop!' But Mike forced his cock into Tyler's mouth, face-fucking him while Luis pounded his ass. The thrusts were brutal—Luis's balls slapping the torn rim, drawing fresh blood, each plunge tearing deeper. Alex knelt beside, jerking off onto Tyler's back, then swapped with Luis, his slimmer dick sliding in easier but no less vicious, hammering the prostate until Tyler's cries muffled around Mike's shaft. They rotated relentlessly. Vance took a turn in Tyler's ass, gripping his hair and yanking his head back as he thrust—short, angry jabs that made Tyler's body jolt. 'Cry all you want, kid. This is the industry.' Cum leaked from every load: Luis first, grunting as he bred deep, hot seed joining Ron's. Then Alex, whining as he unloaded, pulling out halfway to let some splatter Tyler's cheeks before shoving back in. Mike flipped Tyler over, legs hooked over shoulders, and drilled down—bare cock spearing the bloody hole, making Tyler arch and sob, 'Mercy... please, it burns! I'm gonna break!' Vance finished last, barebacking with clinical efficiency, flooding Tyler's guts while choking him lightly on the neck. 'One more for the road.' Cum overflowed, pooling under Tyler's ass, the ring swollen to twice its size, raw and lacerated, blood trickling in steady rivulets. The men were poz—viral loads high, intentional breeders in this underground scene—ensuring Tyler's infection with every bare thrust and deposit. Finally, they stepped back, zipping up, laughing as Tyler lay wrecked—body shaking, face streaked with tears and spit, ass a ruined, gaping wound leaking a cocktail of cum, blood, and shame. 'Good take. Kid, you're hired if you want round two,' Vance said, tossing a wad of cash that bounced off Tyler's thigh. The cameras stopped, lights dimmed, but the pain didn't. Tyler curled fetal, sobs wracking him, the warmth inside turning to dread. Days later, the test confirmed it: positive, poz from the raw gang load. Scars etched his hole—physical tears healing slow, psychological ones festering. In quiet moments, the memories replayed: the cheese, the break, the endless begging ignored. Broken, bred, forever changed.

I was ghosted by a promising top, and decided I was clean, cleaned out and HORNY so went to Buddies in Colorado Springs and climbed into the sling and was thankfully fucked twice in 15 minutes and so relieved!

At the time I thought I may not survive but I think back with fond and horny memories. My first gangbang at 20yo. In college. Six guys taking turn fucking me. Three buds I already had sex with and three of their friends. They fucked hard! For more than two hours they were nailing me. One cock pulled out, another one pushed in. I was totally worn out. Ended up with nine loads in my wrecked hole and could barely walk after that. Luckily it was in my dorm so I didn't to walk very far 😉 And they blabbed about it. Got several remarks about being a slut after that from guys who hadn't been there. But I loved it!! And I continued having sex with one friend who had a thick 8.5" juicy cock. We fucked our brains out for several months.

Thanks to Breedingzone, I've slowly become more accepting of my need to give Men pleasure in every way I can. This site especially helped my desire to be an anon hotel cumdump. Reading & stroking to your stories helped me find the courage to visit my first gloryhole years ago, and much more. Thanks to all of you who post, I finally lived one of my fantasies in Nashville Monday night. As luck would have it, work was having an event there in Music City Tuesday & Wednesday. Well, why not go Monday, get my own hotel away from everyone, and put my soft, cushy fat ass up for tops to breed? While I've had a few random hookups, its less than 20 in my 53 years of age. After reading so many of your hot AF stories about this kind of scene and of course all the bb cumdump porn I could find, I wanted to be an anon bb slut for once myself. Searching online, the Comfort Inn located near Downtown seemed perfect. Inspired from all your wonderfully perverted adventures, I made sure there was easy parking. I also verified via Google Maps that here were room doors accessible directly to the parking lot. I did have one impromptu inspiration of my own - sliding the room key between the door lock & jam to keep it push-open ready - but I digress. A quick Uber to a liquor store and pharmacy provided not only internal cleaning supplies but lube & vodka...both sexual and social lubricants. I prepped and put on my jockstrap. I posted on the apps.I threw a black t-shirt over the bedside light to darken the room nicely. Now I waited. Sniffies provided Cock 1, a decently in shape Latino who just wanted a blowjob. Well, I'm here to serve, so once I saw him located close & he messaged me as such I sent him the room & got on my knees just inside the doorway with my hands behind my back. It was hot as fuck watching the door push open without resistance... a stranger visiting a cumdump... and I was the cumdump. In stepped a early 30s 5"10 medium build Latino wearing what appeared to be mechanics clothes. He looked down at me with a smile as he kicked off his work boots, stripped off his jeans & boxers to step up and place his cock in my open mouth. Hot. I slowly began to suckle on his head, gently. Respectfully. Working my tongue. Getting it wet. Then relaxing my lips enough to slip maybe 1/4 inch more of his soft cock in my mouth. Slowly tightening. Gently suckling. Once it's nice and wet I repeat.. relax the lips but not break contact..slip a little more dick in... repeat. Lick. Suckle. Wet. Repeat. By the time I'm at 3 inches he's eleciting a moan and now fully hardened to 5" and saying "Fuuuuuuck" as he's fully engulfed in my mouth while I'm suckling like a calf on a teet. At this point, I begin to start sliding my mouth slowly up the length of his shaft now that it's fully hard and fairly slick. Working my tongue on the underside as I do. He's moaning and calling me a good cocksucker. I continue these slow strokes, twisting my head & mouth slowly in variable weaves that I'm sure all you cocksuckers know. He places a hand on the back of my head, starting to guide me. I moan to show my appreciation. He moans again from the vibrations of my own moans reverberating from my mouth onto his cock. At this point, I switch between the weaves and slow, inching-up-the-shaft suckling continue. This is simply how I suck cock, so for the next cocks we'll just call this The Technique(™️) to save time. Men seem to REALLY like it. 😊 Needless to say, after this kind of cock worshipping it was only a few more minutes until he pumped his Latino cum into my appreciative mouth. Back to the apps. About an hour later Cock 2, an early 20s black top wanted to fuck... so of course I gave him the location. Again, I waited on my knees. Again, it was hot as fuck watching the door swing open again. Sure enough... in stepped a stocky mid 20s guy who promptly stripped & stepped up to feed me his cock. Needless to say, I applied The Technique(™️) for about 5 minutes, enjoying his moans before breaking my grip & telling him it's time to fuck me. It's 5" and a little thick so I simply stood up, applied some lube to both of us, and got on the edge of the bed. He began to slowly push & pull a little at a time until... Fuuuuck... you gotta love feeling that moment your pussy finally gives in and accepts the cock. To help reach this, I began to back up slowly while forcing my hole to open. Damn that felt good. Together, we slowly worked that dick for about 5 minutes before I begged him to pound my cushy ass. Of course he complied, grabbing my hips and throwing the dick. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. This is what I needed. He pumped me like this for about another 4 minutes as I ground my pussy beck on that cock. before telling me he was going to cum. I quickly lowered my hips a bit which enabled me go from horizontal fucking to nowvmy pussy going up on his cock. Squeezing and milking as he pumped his cum in me. Fuck yeah. Back to the apps. Sniffies. Cock 3: Another 20s black cock wanting to fuck. Back to the position. He's wearing a security uniform. Jackpot. With my hands behind my back again I say "I'm truly sorry officer. Please. I'll do anything you say to not get in trouble for this. Anything. " He chuckles as he gets naked, but he doesn't know I Just determined to show this man RESPECT. So, before applying The Technique™️ I slowly start to lick my way up and down the shaft.. working my way around the circumference and underside.. again hands behind my back. I start to say things like "Thank you for giving me a chance, officer. I promise I'll show you I'll do as I'm told" & Please, don't tell my family what I did, Sir". Now I lick his balls thoroughly before applying The Technique(™️)... but even MORE respectfully. More appreciative moans. More suckling of this hard black cock. It's 6 and decent thickness as he grabs my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. Yes, Sir! I'm doing my best to moan as he's thrusting my mouth full of young dick. I'm loving it, and from his occassional "Fuck yeahs", he is too. He holds his cock down my throat. I suckle hard. Long. Like 3 minutes with my mouth full of dick. He slides out and I tell him it's time to fuck. Climbing on the bed, he's able to slide in easier and we get right to fucking. He's grabbing my hips, I'm working my pussy back on him. He's thrusting. I'm gripping. "Fuck officer, thank you Sir. I told you I would be a good boy for you, Sir". He grabs my hair and thrusts harder and squirts his cum in me. So. Fucking. Hot. At this point. It's 1am an time to call it as In did have work to get to in the morning. As I laid there, stroking my cock through my jock thinking about what a cumdump I just was, I felt proud (with the cum that just now slowly began to leak from me). Finally. Thanks for reading about my first cumdump experience, and especially thanks to all you sexy perverts for sharing your hot AF stories! You never know who or what you're inspiring. I'm cumming to Salt Lake City February 4th -7th, and looking for my first experience with BDSM and gangbangs. If you live in the area, maybe you'd like to help show me... or at least experience The Technique(™️) and fuck me as well.

Yes, that's fine (my Truvada Rx came from the same place). A lot of the big manufacturers of generic pharmaceuticals are in India.

Back to Dan's POV I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I looked in the mirror. Rick was right. I had a hot tan. I turned looking back at the mirror and my back was a golden brown and my ass was perfectly tight with that bronze brown tan hue. My ass looked hot tanned but not too dark. I even touched my ass. It felt good touching myself. I got dressed and left the house for dinner with Jane. I arrived around 5:45p at the restaurant. Even though I had texted her she was still a little mad I was late. I kissed her when I got in. We had a nice dinner catching up. She told me of the drama at her house with her roommates and their family staying over. Apparently her one roommate had her brother stay over and he was a bit of a slob and a little creepy. Then the other roommate had her mom over who ended up trying to be an overbearing mom. I listened and comforted her and even gave some advice. We talked about her work and school. She had a lot to unload so I just listened and comforted her. She asked about my new place and when she could come over and check it out. I said not sure but reminded her she can't stay over. She asked why. I gave an explanation about him having issues with too many people staying over and taking advantage and the room getting wrecked. She understood but still wanted to stop by and check it out. I told her sure and maybe we could check it out on the way to meet her friends. She wanted to meet up with them to check out a new bar opening on the outside of town that was by my place. We finished up dinner and went back to my place. I was worried that Rick would be walking around in his thin white shorts sporting his cock. I texted him that my gf is stopping by to look at the place but not to stay. He said ok. We got to my place and showed it to her. "Its small and a little ghetto" she said "Yeah its small but not ghetto" I responded back She walked into the living room and checked out the bathroom. Luckily, his bedroom door was closed. "And this house is small too." she said Here is a link to another part of the story involving hetero sexual relations. I suggest that you go there and read it. It sets up part of Dan's journey.

Rick's POV I stared at this young adult who looked like a high school boy. Handsome, beautiful and a gorgeous body. He had a handsome and, strong face with high cheek bones. His eyebrows a little thick for my taste but his eye lashes were a little long which made him cute too. His body was lean and tight. He had light abs showing and a tight body. And he had a tight nice formed ass. He had some light hair on his pubes and some on his legs. Now with his full body tan his body was smoking hot. It was a golden shine that made him a trophy that I wanted for myself. I wasn't just horny for him I was attracted to him. I knew I had to have him. I wanted him.

Rick walked in. I tried to use the towel to cover me but I didn't have any full bath towels. It was more like a half towel. For some reason I had it more at my chest so it was barely covering my cock that was still hard and poking out. He looked at me trying to cover my cock which was still kind of hard. "Have a nice time with your gf", he said smiling "It was ok. Why do you ask", I replied "Looks like someone had a good time...or not", he smiled back with a feeding look. He was clearly checking out my body. "We fought so no not that good", I said. I couldn't believe i shared that with him. "Sorry about that. What you fight about", he asked. I could see his turgid cock poking thru his sheer shorts and looked. He clearly saw me looking. "That I was late and she wanted to hook up but i told her she couldn't come back here so she got mad.", i told him "Thank you for following the rules", he said smiling. I could see his cock growing hard. Again I tried not to stare. "I also forgot we were supposed to go out tomorrow but told her I had to clean the pool tomorrow." i shared "If you need to be somewhere else thats fine. We didnt say it had to be tomorrow. Its ok.", Rick told me "I know I just wanted to do it for you. I am thankful for you allowing me to stay for free and wanted to show my appreciation.", I said "And she was in a mood and didnt want to hang out with her. I just needed some space.", I continued He moved closer and put his hand on my shoulder. I could smell his scent again. "Thank you. I am glad you appreciate it. You are always free to have choice around here. Once in a while I will have strict rules but generally i believe in free choice. Ok?" he said squeezing my shoulders. "Yes thank you", I replied "Your shoulders are tight, turn around", he said He spun me around and started to rub my shoulders. It felt good. I was tight from packing and stuff and just stress. He kept massaging me and could feel something touch the small of my back. He stepped in closer massaging me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and suddenly feel his cock poking the small of my back. His scent was strong. I was starting to feel so relaxed and my head spinning a bit. "You ok", he asked "Yeah feels really good", I said moaning "Yeah your tight", he said while massaging harder. I was relaxed but could feel his now hard cock poking me. "Thank you that was great im good now", I said stepping foward and turning around. It was the first time I really looked at his face. He was handsome with his moustache. His face looked a little tired and like he has loss weight over time. We were no more than 18 inches apart. He squeezed my shoulders a couple times and the asked can he take a piss now. We both laughed and I said sure and moved past him. We both faced each other and I was trying to keep cover and my cock brushed up lightly against his leg. "Ohh sorry about that", I said blushing "Not a problem at all. We are both men and have our needs. Our cocks sometimes have a mind of their own", he said pulling out his cock to take a piss. It was huge and turgid. It looked at least 9 inches and thick. He pulled it out and started to stroke it and looked at me. He clearly wanted to show it off to me. I couldn't help but stare in awe of it. I heard him talk but couldn't hear as I was focused on looking at his mammoth meat. "Hello", Rick said "Oh yes sorry", I replied "See something you like", he said stroking his now hard cock "Uh no just never seen one that big", I said back defensively "Really you have a decent size meat. Show me", Rick said "Uhh I don't think that's right", i said softly "Cmon we are just guys. Show it to me now", he said in a nicely but sternly I dropped the towel and showed him my also now hard cock. I had a descent cock. It was just under 7 inches. (yes I measured) with average thickness. My gf always raved about my cock and couldn't get enough. "Hmmm that's a nice cock. Your gf like it?, he asked "Thanks. Yeah she does" I replied "I bet you make her crazy with that thing. Your a hot guy", he said still stroking his cock. My eyes watching "Yeah she does. She creams all over it and cums hard on it", I shared. Again not sure why as i was saying it out loud. "I bet. She just enjoys being fucked. Enjoys your cock in her making her cum over and over", he said rhythmically "Yeah", I said stroking my cock He started to pee out of his massive meat which snapped me out of it. "I better go its been a long day. Good night", I said. "Good night and pleasant dreams", he said.

I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf. I arrive 20 minutes late to meet my gf, Jane at a pizza joint. About 15 minutes in she asked if I was ok. She said my mind seemed somewhere else. I said i was worried about starting school and getting settled into the city. We ate and had casual conversation. She asked if she could come and see my place. I said sorry that I cant take any guests over. She was a little angry. "How are we supposed to hang out?", she said. "Maybe we can go to your place or at a restaurant", I responded "And when we want to fuck?", she said "Its been a few weeks and I just got off my period", she said "Cant we go to your place", I asked "No not for the next week as my roomate has her brother over and he might hear us", she said. After that we got the check and went out to her car. We started making out and she grabbed my cock which was still hard from earlier and she pulled it out. "Someones been thinking about me", she said as she went down on me. "Ughhh fuck", I moaned. It didnt take long, more than a few minutes before I was ready to cum. Then....Thump. It was her friend banging on her trunk. Luckily she had tinted windows and at night you really cant see thru. I pulled up my pants and she got up. "Hey gf come with us to Lisa's house. She is having a party there", her friend said. My gf looked at me and asked if I wanted to go, i said no i was tired and it was a long day. She said she wanted to go and party but again had to push back and told her I was tired. She placed her hand on my still hard cock and told me to come with her. I pushed her hand away and said no. She being a bit pissed that this point said ok and we would hook up tomorrow as planned for brunch. I told her I couldnt cause my landlord offered me free rent but i had to clean the pool tomorrow. Now she was fuming. We had a set date and I had to cancel. I told her i didnt have a choice and promised the landlord i would do it tomorrow. She told me to get out and go home. I drove home and went into my room via the sliding door. I changed clothes and started to take my stuff (toothbrush, soap, shampoo etc) into the bathroom. I could hear the TV on in Rick's room. I walked closer and could hear moaning on the TV. It sounds like he was watching porn again. I quietly walked back to my room got clothes and stuff and jumped in the shower. Remembering the porn i got hard and started to stroke my cock. I was so horny between earlier in the day and my gf going down on me. After I finished i got out of the shower and was drying myself off when the door opened.

Apologies for spelling and grammar. Enjoy I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf.

As I approach 6th conversion anniversary, I present you with my conversion story. My stories are based on true events however, I try to add erotica. In my story while I am running through emotions of my conversion, I am imagining if my negative ass and his positive cock were to come alive........... The seeds of my conversion were laid in a gay bar The gay bar pulses with raw, unfiltered energy, a throbbing den of desire where the night air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and the faint, musky tang of arousal. Bass from the speakers vibrates through the sticky wooden floor, syncing with the rapid heartbeats of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Strobe lights cut through the haze like knives, flashing over bare torsos glistening under the dim glow, hips grinding in shameless rhythm on the dance floor. Men of all builds—lean twinks, beefy bears, smooth jocks—press close, hands roaming freely, lips brushing necks, crotches bumping with deliberate intent. It's a place where inhibitions dissolve, where the line between flirtation and fuck blurs into oblivion. I sat at the scarred oak bar, a fit guy in your mid-20s with a slim, athletic frame honed from gym sessions and runs along the beach. My dark brown hair is tousled just right, falling over my forehead in a way that screams approachable yet fuckable. I am dressed to tease: a fitted black shirt that hugs my defined pecs and narrow waist, unbuttoned enough to show a hint of smooth chest. Below, snug jeans cling to my thighs like a second skin, the denim molding over the firm curve of my bubble butt and the subtle bulge of my cock, which twitches occasionally as the club's vibe seeps into me. I've ordered a whiskey neat, the amber liquid burning down my throat as I sip, trying to play it cool. But inside, a storm brews. I've always been the safe one—condoms, regular tests coming back negative. Tonight, though, something feral stirs. The whiskey warms my belly, loosening the knot of caution, whispering temptations of risk, of letting go and getting lost in the heat. My eyes scan the room, drawn to the dance floor where bodies writhe like a living organism. A guy nearby laughs too loud, his hand sliding down his partner's back to squeeze an ass cheek possessively. I shift on the stool, feeling my own hole clench involuntarily, a phantom ache building. The bar's energy is infectious, pulling me in, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I've come here alone, telling myself it's just for a drink, but deep down, I crave connection—raw, unprotected, the kind that leaves marks. Across the crowded space, Jax locks eyes with me. He's in his mid-30s, rugged and commanding, with a build that speaks of hard labor or heavier lifts—broad shoulders straining a sleeveless gray tee, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, a salt-and-pepper beard framing a square jaw. His dark eyes smolder with confidence, scanning the room like a predator selecting prey. When his gaze lands on me, it sticks, raking over my body with blatant hunger. He smirks, the corner of his mouth quirking up, and jerks his head toward the shadowy back corridor—a dim hallway leading to who-knows-where, away from the main throng. My pulse hammers in my ears, louder than the music. My cock stiffens fully now, pressing insistently against the seam of my jeans, a damp spot forming where precum beads at the tip. I hesitate for a beat, glass halfway to your lips, but the pull is magnetic. I down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, the fire spreading through my veins, and slide off the stool. Weaving through the press of hot, sweat-slicked bodies feels like wading into a sea of temptation. A hand brushes my ass accidentally—or not—as I pass, sending a jolt straight to my groin. The air grows thicker, charged with pheromones, every inhale filling my lungs with the promise of sex. Jax waits at the corridor's mouth, leaning against the wall with casual dominance, his muscular legs spread wide, crotch outlined prominently in his faded cargos. He doesn't speak, just nods once, and I follow, heart thudding as the club's roar fades behind me. The hallway swallows me whole, the noise muffling to a distant thump, replaced by the echo of my footsteps and ragged breaths. Graffiti scars the brick walls—crude drawings of cocks and asses, scrawled messages urging 'Fuck raw' and 'Breed me'. Dim bulbs flicker overhead, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. Jax doesn't waste time. He spins me around, slamming my back against the cool, rough brick. His body pins mine, solid and unyielding, heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. I can smell him now—clean sweat mixed with cologne and something earthier, masculine. His crotch grinds into my hip, the hard ridge of his erection unmistakable, thick and insistent. "That ass," he growls low, lips grazing my ear, breath hot and laced with beer. "Been teasing me all night, swaying like it wants to be owned." His hands are everywhere—fingers digging into my hips, yanking me closer, one palm sliding up under my shirt to thumb a nipple. I gasp, arching into him, my own hands fumbling at his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle beneath. The danger thrills me; I overheard him earlier at the bar, bragging to a friend about his status—positive, on a medical break and hence potent in reality. It should scare me, but instead, it ignites a dark fire, making my hole twitch with forbidden need. Jax's mouth crashes onto mine, a bruising kiss all tongue and teeth, devouring me like he's starved. I kiss back hungrily, tasting salt and smoke, my cock throbbing painfully confined. His fingers hook into my belt loops, tugging my jeans down with rough efficiency. The zipper rasps, fabric pooling at my ankles along with my skimpy briefs. Cool air hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps, my erection springing free—seven inches of rigid flesh, curving upward, the head flushed and slick with precum. But Jax's eyes drop lower, to the prize: my plump cheeks framing a tight, pink pucker, the rim smooth and virginal in its untouched tightness, clenching shyly under his stare. He steps back just enough to free himself, shoving down his zipper with a metallic snick. His cock emerges like a weapon, a girthy nine-incher, the shaft thick as my wrist, ridged with bulging veins that pulse with his heartbeat. The mushroom head is a deep purple, swollen and weeping a steady stream of clear fluid, balls heavy and low-hanging below a nest of dark hair. It bobs aggressively, pointing at me like an accusation, the slit oozing more precum in invitation. I know what it carries—the virus, humming in his blood, ready to rewrite me. My knees weaken, ass cheeks flexing as if already feeling the invasion. Jax pulls a small brown bottle from his pocket, the label worn but unmistakable: poppers. He unscrews the cap with a grin that's all teeth and promise. "These are gonna make it good," he murmurs, voice a gravelly command. "Open you up wide, turn that tight ring into a hungry hole. Inhale when I tell you—deep hits, let it rush through you." He takes a snort first, eyes half-closing as the chemical high hits, his cock jerking visibly. Then he holds it under my nose. The sharp, vinegary scent invades my senses; I huff deeply, the vapors exploding in my brain like fireworks. My body melts, muscles loosening, blood rushing south as my rim softens, blooming slightly in readiness. In this fevered haze, the world narrows to the intimate space between our bodies. Reality bends, and my ass and his cock come alive—not in flesh, but in sultry, internal whispers that echo in my mind like a private duet, raw and intimate, heightening every sensation. They face off, his tip hovering inches from my entrance, tracing teasing circles on my inner thighs, building the tension to unbearable levels. HIS COCK (Jax's massive shaft, a deep, resonant baritone that rumbles through my core, the length flexing with each syllable, veins standing out as it inches closer, a fat drop of precum dangling from the slit): Look at you, tight little mancunt, all puckered and pink, clenching like you've been waiting for me your whole life. I've been trapped in these pants all night, watching that bubble butt grind against the bar stool, calling to me. Feel how hard I am? Throbbing, veins full of blood and more—I'm positive, loaded with my special gift, the kind that flips boys like you from safe and empty to wild and owned. Let me seduce you into it. Imagine my head pushing past that ring, bare and hot, stretching you wide till you're gasping. No rubber, just skin on skin, my precum leaking in first to tease what's coming. Then the flood—thick ropes of cum blasting deep, converting every cell, making you crave this rush forever. What's holding you back? That negative status? It's boring. Let me change you, make you mine. MY ASS (my eager hole, a breathy, vulnerable tenor that quivers from the cheeks, the rim fluttering shyly toward the approaching heat, inner walls tingling with nerves): Oh god, you're so close... I can feel the warmth radiating off you, that drip from your tip almost touching me. I've been negative forever, clenched tight against anything that could change me. Guys poke and prod, but I stay safe, locked up. But tonight... you're different. Huge, veined, pressing like you own the air between us. Why me? What makes you think I want your conversion? HIS COCK (nuzzling closer now, the broad head brushing my perineum, smearing a warm trail of slickness upward, voice dropping to a seductive purr, the shaft bobbing with restrained power): Because I see it in you—the way your cheeks tense when eyes linger, how your hole winks when you think no one's watching. Conversion? It's pure fire. I'll start slow, my crown dimpling that virgin ring, popping in with a burn that turns to bliss. Inch by veiny inch, I'll claim those velvet walls, dragging friction that lights up your nerves. You'll feel me pulse inside, leaking more precum to lube the way, priming you for the real change. But first, poppers—essential for this. They drop your defenses, make your muscles go slack so I can slide deep without fight. Jax is holding the bottle; snort now, deep and long. Let it hit you, melt that resistance. I snatch the vial from Jax's hand, pressing it to my nostril and inhaling sharply. The rush crashes over me like a wave—dizzying, euphoric, my vision spotting as heat floods my body. My ass relaxes instantly, the rim softening, parting slightly as if inviting entry. Jax chuckles, low and dark, his tip catching on the loosened edge, testing the give. MY ASS (blooming under the high, voice turning husky and needy, the pucker quivering openly now, pushing back instinctively): Fuck, the poppers... everything's spinning, so loose and electric. Your head's right there, teasing the edge. I... I'm seduced. That warmth, the promise—guide me through it. Show me how to take you, how the conversion works step by step. HIS COCK (pressing forward with intent, the flared crown dimpling my entrance firmly, tone shifting to firm instruction, the slit oozing steadily): That's my boy—poppers are key, keep you open and hungry. Now, relax and push out like you're bearing down. Feel that? My head breaching, stretching the ring wide. Good—grip me as I sink in. We're going slow; first few inches to let you adjust. Those veins of mine? They'll scrape your walls just right, building the heat. Conversion starts here—my precum seeping in, marking you from the inside. When I hit halfway, poppers again; it'll make the deeper stretch feel like heaven. The penetration begins with a sharp, delicious burn as Jax's cockhead forces past your sphincter, the muscle yielding with a slick pop. I cry out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as I clutch at his arms. Inch after thick inch follows, my walls stretching impossibly around his girth, the prominent veins dragging along sensitive nerves, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating outward. Jax rocks his hips gently, feeding more length, his hands spreading my cheeks wide for better access. The poppers' glow lingers, turning the fullness into a throbbing ecstasy, my prostate already brushing his shaft. MY ASS (yielding to the invasion, inner muscles fluttering around the buried length, voice a muffled whine of sensation): Shit, you're huge—splitting me open, those ridges pulling at me. It burns so good... guide me more. How deep now? When's the next poppers? HIS COCK (half-seated, pausing to throb inside me, the shaft pulsing rhythmically against my walls, voice steady and dominant): Halfway in, perfect—feel how your mancunt's hugging me, milking already? That's instinct, begging for the gift. I'm leaking deep now, that precum warming your core, starting the rewrite. Poppers signal: Jax is bringing the bottle—inhale deep as I push the rest. It'll loosen you further, let me bottom out without a hitch. Jax presses the open bottle to my face; I huff greedily, the fresh hit amplifying everything—the stretch, the heat, the illicit thrill. My body goes limp with bliss, ass opening voraciously. He surges forward with a grunt, burying the final inches until his balls press flush against my taint, the head nudging deep into my guts. Fullness consumes me, every vein mapped against my insides, my own cock leaking profusely onto the floor. MY ASS (fully impaled, walls clenching greedily, voice keening in overwhelmed pleasure): Yes—bottomed out, owning every bit of me. The poppers make it pulse so intense. Now what? How does the conversion build from here? HIS COCK (holding still to let me savor it, then withdrawing an inch before snapping back, setting a slow rhythm, tone possessive and guiding): Locked in now, that's the spot—feel my tip kissing your depths? Each pull and thrust pumps more of me into you, my fluids mixing with yours. Conversion's ramping up; the virus rides every stroke, cell by cell. Poppers keep it smooth—important for the pace, prevents clenching that could slow the absorption. When I pick up speed, huff again; it'll sync your body to the pounding, turn it into waves of need. Jax's hips begin to move in earnest, pulling out halfway before driving back in with controlled force. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the hallway—schlick, slap, my cheeks rippling from the impacts. Sweat beads on my skin, trickling down my back as he kneads my globes, fingers occasionally dipping to feel where his cock disappears inside me. My dick bobs untouched, precum stringing to the ground, the pressure coiling tighter in my balls. He slaps the bottle to my nose once more; I inhale, the rush hitting as his thrusts accelerate, turning the fuck into a relentless drive. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning shaft, rim gripping slickly with each withdrawal, voice fracturing into moans): Deeper—pound it! I feel you swelling, that hot leak turning my insides to fire. The poppers... they're everything, making me take you raw, absorb the change. HIS COCK (ramming harder now, balls smacking my skin with lewd pops, voice roughening with building climax): Fuck, you're tight and wet, sucking me in like you were made for conversion. Each slam delivers more—my seed's brewing, ready to flood and seal it. Poppers one more time: snort as I go full throttle. It'll drop you into the peak, let you milk every drop without holding back. The final hit surges through me, head swimming as Jax's pace turns brutal, hips blurring in a frenzy. His cock fattens inside, grinding my prostate mercilessly, the veins throbbing against my walls. My orgasm crashes first—body seizing, cock erupting in thick jets that splatter the brick wall, hole spasming wildly around him, pulling him deeper. MY ASS (convulsing in ecstasy, voice a shattered cry, sucking greedily): Cum now—flood me! Make the conversion stick, turn me positive and dripping! HIS COCK (exploding with a roar, shaft jerking as ropes of hot cum blast into my core, tone triumphant): Take it—spurt after spurt, painting you full! Converted, boy—my hole now, buzzing with the gift forever. He grinds through his release, cum overflowing, leaking down my thighs in warm rivulets. I slump against the wall, trembling, ass throbbing with the fresh, illicit warmth. Jax withdraws slowly, the wet pop echoing, his softening cock glistening with your combined fluids. He tucks himself away, pressing the poppers into my palm with a final smirk. "Hold onto these. You'll be back for more soon." He melts into the shadows, leaving me alone, fingers tracing the creamy drip from my hole, body humming with newfound hunger—no longer negative, but alive with craving. The hallway spins faintly as the poppers fade, but the fullness lingers, a promise of nights to come. I pull up my jeans, the fabric sticking to the mess, and stumble back toward the bar's lights, already next to Jax at the bar raising celebratory drink and making plans with him for the rest of the weekend.

[This is my adaptation of a hot story I read here] Seduced into Poz I decided to write a story for my magazine about bug chasing – gay men who deliberately choose to get infected with HIV. Even though I thought of myself as a straight male and I was married to a beautiful woman, I found this subject fascinating. For some reason, I decided not to tell my wife about the project. When she went out of town on business, I started to interview gay men online to learn about why they wanted to get pozzed. I have to admit I found myself getting aroused by their stories, and I even watched porn clips and films about it. Then I connected online with a guy who said he pozzed other men for money – a “poztitute”. I was intrigued and asked him if we could meet so he could tell me his story. The next night I went to the gay bar he recommended and waited for him. It was my first time in one, and I was nervous. In walked the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. I was surprised when he walked right up to me and said, “You must be Andy. I’m Eric.” He shook my hand and held it for what seemed like a long time. We started to talk. Eric told me about his sex work and why he enjoyed it – liberating men from their fears and letting them enjoy man sex in all its fullness. He went on to share erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding and caused me to get an erection. I don’t know why I was so turned on. I realized he was coming on to me, and I found that exciting. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue, as he stated he could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his “massive viral load”. As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they “helped prime a bottom’s plumbing,” which meant nothing to me at the time. Then he rested his hand on mine and left it there, stroking mine gently, sexually. No man had ever done that before and I felt a strange excitement. He told me he was pozzing a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was rock hard at the thought of watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. It probably didn’t hurt that Eric’s hand brushed my crotch and that he realized he had turned me on. When he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool so his crotch chanced to press against my thigh. I realized he was hard. I was strangely excited to know that he desired me, too. The next evening, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing his doorbell. Eric answered the door buck naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence, his manly aroma. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a losing battle. He had a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick cock that never hung quite down but arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he told me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the “fuck-fest,” to use his words. He disappeared back into his bedroom. I sat down in front of the TV, which was showing a gay porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had bareback sex and boasted about giving their bottoms their charged loads. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10 thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric’s dick. What had I gotten myself into? I thought about making an excuse to leave but every time I started to speak I couldn’t. My mouth was too dry. Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally, he said that it looked like his friend wasn’t going to show. He said I could do a better story if I role-played a bug chaser. I said OK. He told me to undress, which I did. He saw my erection and smirked. “You’re a good actor, Andy.” I turned red but didn’t say anything. “I like my chaser to feel feminine, because he is going to welcome my seed into his cunt,” Eric said. He handed me a pretty women’s wristwatch and slipped a very feminine diamond engagement ring on my finger. It glistened in the light. I felt a chill go up my spine. Next Eric fastened a black leather dog collar around my neck. “And this symbolizes the chaser’s acceptance of his submission to my will.” I felt myself trembling. Finally, he gave me a studded black cock ring to wrap around by swollen dick and balls. I’m not that big – maybe 5 inches – but I felt huge. “Andy, you really need to let yourself feel what the chaser feels.” He told me to stand close to him; I obeyed. He placed his hands on my waist. I felt our cocks rub together and gasped at the sensation. I placed my hands on his powerful arms and noticed how dainty and feminine they looked with the watch and ring. Eric leaned forward and kissed me on my mouth. It was the first time I had kissed another man. I was surprised how natural it felt. He gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Now suck my cock,” he ordered, quietly but firmly. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. “Put your mind in the chaser’s space,” Eric said. “You’re about to take my seed, my pozz juice. You will forever be joined to me. Look at the ring. Just like your wife felt when you gave her a ring like this. She knew yours would be the only cock she would let inside her. My chasers are bound to me the same way.” I looked at the ring out of the corner of my eye and felt the thrill of knowing Eric and I could be forever tied if I went through with it. I heard Eric moan as I pleasured him with my lips and my tongue and even my throat. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there, holding hands like two gay lovers. I lay naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock and balls, and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: drops of pre-cum oozed out of his cock head. I loved the taste of his pre-cum -- slick, salty, and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then, leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could feel myself being opened up. I knew what Eric intended. He said the best way for me to understand what a chaser felt was to let him slip his cock inside me. I resisted, but each time I said “No” it was with less conviction, and he knew it. His persistence and my rising lust won out. When he assured me he’d pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. I still declared I wasn’t going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on my hands and knees. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first, a sharp burning and stinging sensation. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: I now understood why so many gay men love anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. He whispered in my ear, telling me how cute I was, how I was natural bottom, how wonderful my “boi-cunt” felt. I loved his words – they made me feel so desired. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an approaching orgasm, but I didn’t hear (or maybe didn’t want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him “no mas” at the first sign he was going to cum in me. Encased by the leather ring, my balls and cock swelled deliciously. While all this was happening, my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time (my pretty, feminine watch said forty-five minutes), Eric paused his thrusts and said he had some things to tell me. “I can stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. And I can cum and not make a sound.” Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. “I already came twice inside you, Andy.” Before I could say anything or pull away, he grunted, “Here cums the third load!” Eric's strong hands moved to my shoulders and he pushed me face down into the mattress. His full weight was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock spasm and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth and did not resist his tongue. Then I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric’s still-hard cock plugged my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me he knew I really wanted it, that no straight male would let himself be talked into sucking cock and then getting fucked. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night so he could fuck me some more. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I cried as I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. Then I sat for a while, processing what had happened. I looked again at the engagement ring and the pretty watch and realized I had never experienced anything close to what Eric and I had done. Finally, I looked in the mirror, and said aloud, “I’m a gay man. I’m a faggot. And now I can enjoy sex the way I was meant to.” When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Eric had fallen asleep. I slipped into bed with him. He felt me and rolled me onto my back. Then he kissed me passionately and I eagerly responded. I felt his cock harden again. I pulled him on top of me and murmured, “I need you inside me.” He just smiled. I pulled my legs up and apart, and invited him to penetrate me as my wife had so often invited me. As he fucked me, I saw the light reflect off the diamond ring again and realized Eric and I would always be linked by the gift he had given me. My body was soon wracked by an orgasm that started in my toes and went on and on. Eric said I had just had my first “sissygasm”, which proved I was a true faggot. Soon he erupted inside me yet again. He would fuck me twice more during the night, cumming inside me each time. Early the next morning, we agreed we would march together in the upcoming gay pride parade. “Promise me you’ll wear the watch and ring in the parade while we hold hands,” He said. I kissed him passionately and said, “Of course!” I dressed and went home. Later I saw that my underwear was stained with his cum and my blood. When my wife got back to town, I told her that I was gay. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I never wrote the article, but soon became an AIDS activist. From time to time, Eric and I get together to make love, and I always wear the special jewelry he gave me.

Below is part of the story that involves hetero sex. I know its a bit of a detour but hope you will read it as it will evolve and be part of Dan's journey. We got to my place and showed it to her. "Its small and a little ghetto" she said "Yeah its small but not ghetto" I responded back She walked into the living room and checked out the bathroom. Luckily, his bedroom door was closed. "And this house is small too." she said "Ok you ready to go to the bar", I asked "Ok you in a rush" she asked "No its just you've seen the entire place and not much else to see", I said joking She walked back to the bedroom, I followed and closed the door and she dropped to her knees and pulled down my pants and put my cock in her mouth. I was worried about having sexy in my room. "Stop what if we get caught", I blurted "Caught by who your landlord. Who cares.", she said and went back to sucking my cock. "I can taste your cum. You been leaking thinking about me haven't you" she said sucking my cock "Ohh yeah all day", I said quickly She got up pulled down her tight skirt and pulled down her panties and bent over and said "Fuck me now. Take me". I really didn't want to but i also wanted to hurry up. So I entered her and started to pound her. Her pussy was all wet and it felt good. She was so horny she was creaming on my cock. "Ohhhh yeah fuck me Dan with you huge cock", she moaned I kept it up trying to get her off as quickly as I could. I reached under and played with her clit and fucked her hard and went into overdrive. After a few minutes of pounding her. I could feel her start to orgasm as she started to squeeze my cock with her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh baby fuck me with your big cock....oh it feels so good deep in me", she yelled as she came. "Shhh not too loud", I moaned as i kept fucking her. I kept fucking her thru her orgasm. I could feel her cum as her pussy was acting like a vise squeezing my cock. Finally, she calmed down and pulled off of me. My cock was semi hard at this point. Which was strange. "You cum?" she asked "No but its okay you felt hot and good", I said She looked puzzled but we cuddled and kissed. "We can keep fucking", she said. "No I'm good. That was hot", i said. I had also gone fully soft. I pulled up my pants.

So, to keep it short. I just slept at the hotel for the rest of my joyrney, had drinks, had walks, read books and went to gym. No sex at all. My flight back home was on Friday 9, and a few days after I found out I had caught gonorrhea. ...In my butt but also in throat. I had never imagined how my hole could hurt like this! Well, sometimes you have to pay a price to have fun, and I surely did have my share of it 😄 Anyhow, the next funfun has to be cancelled: I now gotta skip the bb group I had promised to attend. I am sure I'll travel back to GC sooner than later. Such a lovely island.

Chapter 2 - “Taking Care of Sam’s Kids” for 3 years: Sam was a married dad in his mid-30s who stopped by 3-4 times every week after he dropped his offspring at the nearby school. Sam had a code to my front door and let himself in, so my neighbors would not hear him knock and he would not draw any unwanted attention, since he needed to be totally discreet. When Sam messaged me on an on-line hookup app for the first time, he told me he was perpetually horny and needed one dedicated mouth to take care of his morning wood. Sam called it “responsible family planning" that eliminated unwanted pregnancies at home. When Sam walked in, I was always on my knees in my living room and ready to go. Sam pulled his cock out, so his heavy balls hung below his waist band. When he stopped in front of me, I firmly grabbed his nutsack with my left hand and pulled it down tight, so his cock was perfectly aligned with my open mouth. Once Sam’s cock was in my warm hole, I continued to firmly grip his nuts and sucked like a starving little slut for just a couple of minutes, until I heard Sam grunt and totally fill my mouth. As I swallowed every drop of Sam’s baby batter and he pulled out of my mouth, he would always say, “Thanks for taking care of the kids for me,” before he turned away and silently walked out the front door to return home, never being gone long enough to raise suspicion.

This day, 2016. I had no tattoos or piercings. Getting ready to be the “unofficial best man” for a Mormon wedding in Utah. I still had a load in my ass in this picture…from the bartender at a bar I went to.

Yeah - and I don't even know how to count - is it "trips" or "loads taken" @jXsluT - i'm with you. I still can't remember half the time which Pleasures I was at in Denver for most of them - they all just are these places I arrive at. 🙂

too many to count

They are hardly for hookups anymore. Not at my age. But the young stud who is keeping my hole VERY happy I met through a friend. He can't have sex anymore and his young stud 'transferred' to me. But I met the friend through one of the apps. He is/was a bottom too but we hit it off and had fun chatting before we met in person. He invited me to Dad/Son sex parties and introduced me to his young virile friend who had no problem fucking us both.

I love making a daddy cum super fast then helping him reload and going again. Not only is that alone super hot, but the sex is usually harder, rougher, long and varied. Yum

@SDCumPup To continue a discussion of your points, separate from my comment you quoted, I asked AI to list examples of other actions with claims of breaking the War Power Resolution: -- start snippet of AI response -- Richard NixonBombing in Cambodia1970Initiated airstrikes without Congressional approval. Ronald ReaganInvasion of Grenada1983Conducted military action without prior consultation. Bill ClintonAirstrikes in Kosovo1999Launched military action without Congress voting on it. George W. BushInvasion of Iraq2003Approved after a Congressional resolution, but initial actions were deemed rapid deployment. Barack ObamaMilitary intervention in Libya2011Engaged in military operations without Congressional authorization. Donald TrumpStrikes against ISIS2017Conducted strikes without explicit approval from Congress. Joe BidenMilitary action in Afghanistan2021Continued military operations without fresh congressional authorization post-withdrawal. General Observations Frequency: Presidents have often circumvented the War Powers Resolution, claiming the need for swift military action as a rationale. Political Consequences: While some presidents have faced criticism, others navigated these actions without major political fallout. Legal Challenges: Congress has occasionally challenged presidential actions, but courts have often avoided ruling on such matters, invoking separation of powers. -- end snippet of AI response -- Also, there can be a technical different in military vs. anti-terror-related. Lip service or not, if we quote law, it matters. I also made comment on Jan 8 relating to Congress' continued delinquency of authority on the issue: "It takes extreme behavior to create change, right. Here's a possible benefit: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.politico.com/news/2026/01/08/senate-votes-to-restrict-trump-on-venezuela-00716127 Congress has spent decades abdicating its authority then grandstanding on outcomes, for electoral purposes. Maybe, just maybe, they will get their act together now and reclaim their constitutional duty." Republicans terminated that this week as Democrats have done for their Presidents before them. Bipartisan idiocy there. Over-riding much of your international law argument is that Maduro was not recognized by the US and many other countries as the rightful leader on Venezuela. He stole the last election and was illegitimately in his position. As well, @Rillion's point probably holds for your 2nd and last point. But I would add on this and so much more: I know it's hard, but we need to stop looking at the world through this Trump lens. For those that hate him, and there's plenty of reason to do so, acting and reacting this way is his goal: to make himself the center of attention.

You. I know you. You keep up a straight facade in the real world, and at times, you still try convincing yourself you're bisexual. Yet you know as well as I do, it's been a little too long since you came to straight porn. To women. There's just something about watching men together that you can't get away from. Something pure, something primal. Let me tell you how this will all play out. I can see your future, read your palms. Your life is already decided, a path carved into bone since the day you were born. At some point, you'll stumbled across poz porn. For weeks and weeks, it's all you can watch. You'll feel that itch again and again, and shift into your normal routine. You close your blinds. You drop your pants. You browse for a second, but you already know which one you want to watch. You click on a favorite you've saved, and lick your lips as it starts playing. You see the bottom get on his knees and pull down the pants of another man. A stranger. They're in-between two beds in a sleazy motel room. Your ears perk up, listening to the poz talk. The top asking some seemingly innocent questions, like what is he is doing here. Innocent until the bottom pauses his blowjob to look up, directly into his top's eyes, and tell him, he wants his poz seed. Just hearing that initial exchange gets you harder than anything you've ever heard before. They move positions to the bed. You stroke and stroke, picking up momentum while watching the top devour the bottom's neg hole. The bottom moaning in pleasure, on his back, holding his legs up. Holding his hole open. So fucking open. So fucking vulnerable. You fixate on the top's cock as he presses the head in, and asks a final question, "my viral load is over a million, you sure you want it?" The bottom, hesitates for a split second, before responding "Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes please, I want your poz seed in me." You cover yourself in your own fluids right as the top unloads his toxic gift inside. You feel confused in your post nut clarity, still not 100% believing another man would willingly accept a gift like that. Not even accepting it; but craving it, begging for it. That's crazy, you think - but couldn't be me. I would never. You lie to yourself, because you just don't know it yet. The realization hasn't dawned on you, but you've already fallen down the rabbit hole. You just haven't hit the bottom yet. You think you can resist, turn around, change direction. But there is no way to return. You close the browser and clean up. And you carry on pretending. Carry on your facade. Until the next time. Until the next itch. And the next. Over time, your perspective shifts. What you consume, consumes you. You decide, I think it's time for a break from PrEP. But I'll just play safe. So you have some fun with neg tops only. Or with condoms. But the more porn you watch, the more begging you listen to, the more you crave it. The more you fantasize about being the bottom. The more you imagine yourself, on your knees, asking for it directly. Locking eyes before unburdening yourself. The more risk involved, the more of a turn on it is. Fantasy is slipping into reality. It slowly begins to be not enough to satiate you fully. You start getting riskier and riskier. A top hits you up on a hookup app, his profile displays key words like condoms or PrEP, things you used to look for, have now become a negative. He's hot for sure, but you're just simply no longer interested. You close their profile. You'll scour profiles over and over, looking for that key word you subconsciously know you want. "Positive." You'll hover over the send message button, but ultimately you can't control yourself. All it takes, is just the thought of sending him a message. It's enough to send ropes of cum blasting over you. It's enough - for now. You close the browser. Clean up. The cycle ends and begins again. Your consumption brings you to the world of Chemsex videos, and a new fixation begins. Even more Primal. Raw. Insatiable. Piggy. Free. You watch their inhibitions melt completely away with each click of the torch. Watching that switch flip in real time. You think, before he takes that first inhale, I could see this guy being a family man. Right before his true self is unleashed. Right before his facade fades out. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a light bulb goes off in your head that you can't turn off. Outside of just a normal, growing desire to try it and experience how good it feels, you start to think, this... This is exactly what I need. My inhibitions are the only thing preventing me from what I want. So, you decide, you need your inhibitions gone. After some positive reinforcement of orgasm after orgasm, watching men melt away into pigs, you decide, I need to try this. Today. You log into the usual sites, and thanks to all the videos you've watched, you start noticing keywords in profiles that indicate partying. You learn what to look for, and eventually, it happens. You found it. You found someone who has some favors to share. That first inhale is pure bliss. Over time, trying it over and over, you can't believe the heights of pleasure it has taken you to. Yet there's still a part of you that is clinging desperately, logically, holding you back. You don't know how to say openly, "I want your poz seed in me." You're still afraid. Afraid of being completely honest and open with another, despite how many clouds you exhale. But it's it's still working in the background, unnoticed, eroding your inhibitions from the inside. So you'll party for a little while, then decide to take a break. That stubborn part of you, will pull yourself up from the ledge you were hanging from. The ledge you desperately crave to go over. Not this time, you think. But deep down, you know you're only delaying the inevitable. Each and every inhale and exhale, you feel that grip slipping, just a little bit more. Horny and in heat, you've let that itch go too long without a scratch. You find yourself browsing sites on a normal, boring Tuesday night. Not your normal routine, but you need it tonight. You hit up the sites again, when you stumble on his profile again. That one. The one you've checked out before and fantasized about, but could never muster the courage to message. He messages you instead. He is free right now, and looking. He can't be real. This can't be real. But you'll continue replying to his messages eagerly. There is a shift inside. You can't stop yourself from replying back to him. You think, we're just chatting, no harm done. Yet there is something about him that has you desperate to finally give in. To let your desire take the wheel, and steer the car fully. He wants to party, and you reply, I do too. He wants to free you of your inhibitions. You reply, I want them destroyed. He tells you, he can certainly get you to that point. Your mind races at the thought, wondering if he is as open minded like you are. Like to want to be. But you know the answer already. The moment comes when you decide, I need to know. You hit send on the most important message. The most honest message you've ever sent to someone. You lay your desires out fully. You let your guard down completely. You wait patiently for his reply. You refresh the page a few times, and then you see it in your inbox. You read his reply. For the first time ever in your life, someone sees you. he sees you. The real you. You think, it's finally happening. This is crazy. Am I crazy? Your mind races off on what if's, but your desire shifts the goalposts. Starts prying your logical fingers clinging to the ledge, one by one. You tell yourself, it's okay if I convert, because the worry will come later. Being poz today, tomorrow, the next week, does not matter in the grand scheme of things. You think, it isn't logical though. I shouldn't. But I want to. Should I? As your mind circles the drain, two sides of you fight for control. logic and desire, order and chaos. Desire inevitably wins, your logic has been eroded out, a frail shell of what it once was. Desire begins prying that final finger off the ledge, and you freefall. You think, No. Fuck that. It doesn't have to make sense. It's okay if I convert, because, and only because, I want this. I need this. You let go of worrying about your future. About your work. About what your friends and family will think. Your mind clears. You want to live in the moment. You want to be unburdened by your inhibitions. You want freedom from the lies you tell. You remove the shackles from your wrists completely. You reply. I'm ready.

Started off fucking raw with my teen buddies. We didn’t think anything of using condoms. We couldn’t ask parents to buy them, they didn’t hand them out for free. My teenage lizard brain was all about getting fucked and bred by my fellow teammates and high school buddies. Assumed everyone was safely “negative” so fucking raw was ok. It wasn’t until I left to go to university that condoms became something of a requirement for fucking. Too much risk with a new population of fuckbuds from different areas/different experiences. I was becoming increasingly promiscuous so safe sex was unfortunately something I kept with. It was always hot asking a top to just put his tip inside my hole. It would then lead to sliding his entire shaft up my hole and holding it there. I’d beg for them to not cum inside me, pull out slide on condom and resume fucking. Eventually, I had a few tops not pull out quick enough and shoot their loads inside me. It as risky as fuck, but felt so good and it made me crave the hot bareback sex I had in my earlier youth. I finally just stopped asking for tops to use condoms.

Who said anything about only one round

Back home, the days blurred into a monotonous routine—work, errands, quiet evenings alone in the house that still echoed with memories of my late husband. But Karl lingered in every corner of my mind, his touch a ghost on my skin, his voice a whisper in my ear. I missed him fiercely, the ache settling deep in my chest like a bruise that wouldn't fade. We bridged the distance with daily video calls, our faces lighting up screens across the ocean. 'God, I need to feel you again,' he'd say, his eyes dark with hunger, describing in hushed tones how he'd pin me down and fuck me slow, his cock grinding deep until I begged. I'd stroke myself for him, matching his rhythm on camera, our moans syncing despite the lag. 'Soon,' I'd promise, cum spilling over my fist as he unloaded on his end, both of us panting, connected in that raw, digital intimacy. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas popped up sporadically in my inbox—quick texts checking in, sharing laughs about old times. Mostly clean, friendly banter, but every so often, a flash of heat: Jax reminiscing about how my ass clenched around his shaft during that wild night, Tomas teasing about the way I'd sucked him dry while Lukas watched. It stirred memories, made my cock twitch, but it was Karl who owned my desires, his absence the loudest. Exactly 34 days after his last thick load had flooded my ass in that airport washroom, I dragged myself home from work, bone-tired in a way that went beyond the usual grind. My body felt heavy, off-kilter, like I'd run a marathon in my sleep. By bedtime, the fever hit hard—skin burning, chills rattling my teeth, aches throbbing in every muscle. Night sweats soaked the sheets, leaving me shivering and drenched. I knew it instantly, deep in my gut: seroconversion. My body was fighting, accepting the virus, that 'love bug' Karl and I had whispered about in our most vulnerable moments. Curled under the covers, I prayed it was his—his unmedicated seed taking root, binding us eternally. 'Let it be you,' I murmured into the dark, tears mixing with sweat on my pillow. It took four agonizing days to claw my way back—fever breaking, strength returning in fits and starts. I hauled myself to the clinic for testing, the sterile air doing nothing to calm the storm inside. Eight days after the symptoms started, my phone rang mid-afternoon: the clinic, summoning me for the evening results. My heart hammered as I sat in the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Thoughts flooded me—Karl's intense gaze locking with mine as he thrust deep, his cock pulsing, unloading rope after rope of his viral cum into my willing hole. The memory hit like lightning; my dick hardened instantly, straining against my pants, tenting obscenely to the left. I shifted, but it only made it worse, the fabric rubbing the sensitive head until pre-cum leaked, darkening the front. When my name was called, I stood, erection bobbing visibly as I walked the hallway, every eye in the room flicking toward the bulge. Let them stare, I thought, a defiant thrill surging through me. In the office, the cute male nurse—lean, with sharp features and a knowing glint—handed over the envelope, his gaze dropping briefly to my crotch. He winked, smirking as he said, 'Congrats... or whatever this is for you.' I snatched the papers, pulse roaring: HIV positive. All STIs negative. A raw, animalistic sexual energy ignited along my spine, electric and primal, making my balls tighten and my cock throb harder. This was it—confirmation of the change, the mark of passion's price, and I felt alive, potent, desired in a way that bordered on feral. I bolted home, hands shaking as I dialed Karl on video. His face appeared, concern etching his brow until I held up the results, voice breaking. 'It's positive. I'm seroconverted.' His eyes widened, then softened with a mix of relief and fierce love. 'Fuck... is it mine?' he breathed, leaning closer to the screen. 'I hope so. God, I hope your body's carrying me now, my load making you mine forever.' Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded, the infinity necklace he'd given me—warm against my chest—suddenly heavier, a symbol come alive. 'It's you, Karl. I feel it. Your cum, your love, flowing through me.' The call turned heated fast, emotion fueling the fire. 'Show me,' he demanded, voice husky. I stripped, cock springing free, rock-hard and leaking. He did the same, his thick shaft already rigid, veins pulsing. We synced up, hands flying over our lengths, eyes never leaving each other. 'Remember how I fucked you that last time?' he growled, stroking faster. 'Bent over, my face in your hair, slamming in deep—no resistance, just your ass swallowing me whole.' I moaned, thumb circling my slit. 'Yes, filling me with your seed. Now it's part of me, changing me.' He groaned, pre-cum beading at his tip. 'Jerk that positive cock for me. Shoot your first load knowing you're mine inside.' The words pushed me over—orgasm crashing through, cum erupting in thick arcs across my stomach, my body arching as I cried his name. He followed seconds later, ropes splattering his chest, our releases mirroring the bond we'd forged. We panted, whispering 'I love you's, the screen blurring with happy tears. The next days blurred with follow-ups—more bloodwork, an appointment with the infectious disease specialist. She laid it out straight: viral load at 986,000, CD4 count holding at 524. 'We can start ART right away,' she offered, sliding over the prescription. But I shook my head, mind already on the red-eye flight I'd booked. 'I'm heading to Munich tonight. Two weeks with my partner.' She nodded, understanding flickering in her eyes. 'Be safe. Come back after to start meds.' The plane touched down in Munich under a starry sky, exhaustion from the overnight flight melting away as I spotted Karl in arrivals. He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest, lips claiming mine in a kiss that tasted of homecoming and hunger. 'You're here,' he murmured, hand sliding down to grip my ass possessively. 'And you're mine—body and soul.' We tumbled into his apartment, clothes shedding in a frenzy. He pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, his mouth descending to lick and suck at my hole, tongue probing deep as if tasting his own essence still lingering. 'Gonna fuck you raw, every day for two weeks,' he promised, rising to align his cock. He entered me slow, savoring the slide, our eyes locked like that first emotional time. 'Feel me? This is us, forever now.' I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, moans spilling as he thrust with sensual rhythm—long, grinding strokes that hit every nerve. Sweat slicked our skin, bodies moving in perfect sync, his hands roaming, pinching nipples, gripping hips. 'Love you,' I gasped, clenching around him as pleasure built. He sped up, pounding harder, balls slapping wetly. 'Cum inside me again, Karl. Mark me more.' With a roar, he buried deep, flooding my ass with hot spurts, his release triggering mine—cock untouched, spurting between us. We collapsed, tangled and sated, his head on my chest, fingers tracing the necklace. 'No more distance,' he whispered. 'We'll figure it out—meds, moves, whatever. You're my heart.' I kissed his hair, peace settling over the passion. In his arms, the future felt possible, our love a virus that healed as much as it bound. Two weeks stretched ahead—endless nights of fucking, laughing, loving—proof that some connections transcended borders, risks, and even time. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ These stories are based on true events. Names remain the same as well. I have added erotica for buddies to imagine their own potential conversion and relieve a thick load in my name. I lost my husband in a ski accident. In the hospital last moments, his hand in my hand, I had promised him that I would take care of his parents until their death. I can still feel his grateful eyes falling into eternal sleep. He passed away holding my hand. My promise to him kept me going every day losing interest in everything except his memories and his parents. I was unable to move on however, Karl ignited the flame back inside me. I had his parents blessing had I chosen to be with Karl. My heart wanted to be with Karl but my logic stopped me from breaking my promise. Finally my promise won and I decided against anything long term with Karl since I couldn't move with him to Munich. Karl is a successful engineer in Munich and given his position, starting a new life in Canada was detrimental to his professional career. We met every year except two years of COVID. He stayed single waiting for me however, I encouraged him to find a partner. He now has a cute partner. Karl told him everything about me and his partner is quite understanding that he gave us the space whenever I visited Karl. His partner told me that he was knowingly and happily sharing Karl with me who was suppose to belong to me. I feel so much happy for Karl that he was having a loving, caring and understanding partner. Karl is now undetectable. He is getting married to his partner on 14 Feb 26 which is my birthday as well. I am one of his partner's groomsman (or Should I say bridesmaid). Jax is still single and on numerous occasions, have asked me bluntly to be his since I was moving on with Karl. Jax is very innocent. He would never understand what Karl and I had between us. He is a succesful financier and still on Munich/Berlin party circuit. He too is now undetectable. Tomas and Lukas are car mechanics and now a couple with a garage. However, they are in an open relation and enjoys a young ass between them either together or by themselves. That leaves me, still single, stuck between my love. my promise and my obligation towards him and my potential long term second love, Karl who I have let gone physically but have locked him deep inside my memories alongside my dead husband and his memories. While I am sure you will vicariously enjoy my beautiful conversion, I would like to end by saying we as a community have moved on from the outright discrimination and AIDS crisis and have rebound back with force. We still face discrimination even if it is subtle, non-acceptance and threats from outside the community. It is not the time to give up on the progress we have made as a community because the external threats are too powerful and dangerous. Hence ignorance is not bliss anymore. Learn and educate about HIV, STIs, ART, U=U, Prep, DoxyPep and please don't discriminate against someone's HIV status. A polite NO is enough to maintain dignity and respect. At the end of the day, Love has no gender. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

After supper in the airport café, with the clock ticking down to just one hour before security, Karl and I lingered at our table, our knees brushing under the surface. The flirtation started soft, his eyes locking onto mine with that intense gaze that always made my pulse race. 'Your cock's been my wet dream these past days,' I admitted, leaning in, my voice low. 'Thick, hard, filling me just right—it's all I could think about even when you weren't inside me.' He smiled, that warm, caring curve of his lips, reaching across to squeeze my hand. 'And you've been incredible, taking me like that. But it's more than the sex. You're so responsive, so open. You'd make the perfect gay wife—nurturing, passionate, always ready to please.' His words wrapped around me like a promise, and he leaned closer, insistent but tender. 'Consider it, really. Us getting together. I could make you happy, take care of you every day.' I felt a flush creep up my neck, torn between the fantasy and the reality crashing in. Before I could respond, he excused himself to the washroom, his chair scraping back abruptly. He returned in seconds, urgency etched on his face, glancing around before whispering, 'Follow me. Now.' My heart pounded as I trailed him through the terminal, weaving past travelers until we reached a quiet washroom tucked in the arrivals corner—dimly lit, empty, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that sent shivers down my spine. He didn't waste a moment. His hands were on me, pulling me into a fierce make-out, lips crashing together, tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need. I tasted the salt of his skin, the faint bitterness of coffee from supper, as he pressed me against the cool tile wall. 'One last time,' he growled against my mouth, his breath hot. Then he spun me around, my palms flattening on the wall for support, his body molding to my back. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, murmuring, 'God, I need this. Need you.' His fingers worked my pants open swiftly, shoving them down along with my underwear, exposing my ass to the air. I was already hard, leaking pre-cum, but it was my hole that craved him most—stretched and eager from all our sessions, slick with the remnants of his earlier loads. Karl freed his cock, that familiar thick shaft slapping against my cheek before he nudged the head against my entrance. No resistance at all; my body welcomed him, muscles parting easily as he pushed in with one smooth thrust. I gasped, pushing back to take him deeper, the stretch burning just right. 'Fuck, you're so ready for me,' he groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. He fucked me hard and passionate, one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady, the other hand gripping my hip. Each pound drove him in deep, his balls slapping against mine, the wet sounds echoing in the small space. I wanted him too—craved the way he claimed me, the raw possession in every stroke. 'Yes, Karl, give it to me,' I moaned, clenching around him, milking his length. He rutted faster, his breath ragged in my ear, teeth grazing my neck. 'Gonna load you up one last time. Keep me inside you on that flight.' His cock throbbed, swelling, and with a deep grunt, he slammed home, flooding my ass with hot spurts of cum. I felt it pulse, filling me full, some leaking down my thighs as he kept grinding through his release. We stayed locked like that, panting, his forehead pressed to the back of my neck. In the afterglow, he pulled out slowly, turning me to face him. We made out again, slower now, tongues lazy and exploratory, his hands cupping my face as cum dripped from me onto the floor. 'I love you,' he whispered, and I echoed it back, our foreheads touching, savoring the stolen intimacy. We cleaned up quickly, straightening clothes with shaky hands, and headed to security. The line loomed, a barrier between us. At the entrance, he pulled me into one final passionate kiss—deep, lingering, his lips bruising mine with goodbye. I saw the pain in his eyes, raw and unguarded, mirroring the ache in my chest. Tears welled up, spilling over as I blinked them away, whispering, 'I'll think about it. About us.' He nodded, throat working, before stepping back. I walked through the scanner without looking back, the weight of his cum still inside me a secret anchor. The flight home was uneventful, the hum of engines a dull backdrop to my swirling thoughts. Since my husband's death in that tragic ski accident two years ago, I'd been numb—emotionally hollow, drifting through days without feeling. Sex had returned eventually, hookups with men that scratched a physical itch but left me empty, no spark, no depth. I'd built walls high, terrified of letting anyone close again, of the vulnerability that came with emotional ties. But Karl... he shattered those walls. His touch ignited something fierce—a passion for real connection, for a relationship that blended body and soul. As the plane descended, I was torn: my enduring love for my late husband clung to every corner of my home, the familiar streets, the life we'd built. Those memories were a tether, pulling me back. And then there was my solemn promise to him on his deathbed—to care for his aging parents until they passed, a duty I couldn't abandon, chaining me to this place. Karl's world was Germany, his professional career rooted there, unmovable. Neither of us could bridge the gap without sacrifice, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. That night, back in my empty house, I lay awake, reliving every moment of those three intense days with Karl, Tomas, and Lukas. The wild group sessions, the laughter turning to moans; Tomas's rough grip, Lukas's teasing bites; but mostly Karl—his gentle dominance, the way he'd fuck me with such care, then hold me after. Jax? Wait, no—my mind blurred the names in the haze, but it was them, all of them, who awakened me. Yet it was Karl's face that haunted me, his cum still a phantom warmth, leaving me aching for what might never be.

The morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a warm glow over our tangled bodies. I woke to Karl's arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath hot against my neck. My ass still ached from the night before, slick with the remnants of his previous loads, but the hunger between us reignited instantly. He stirred, his thick cock pressing hard against my cheeks, already throbbing with need. 'Good morning, beautiful,' he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and desire. His hand slid down, fingers parting my cheeks, finding my hole wet and ready. I arched back into him, gasping as he teased my rim with slow circles. 'Fuck, you're soaked for me already.' I turned my head, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, our tongues tangling as his fingers plunged inside me, stretching my hole open. 'Take me, Karl. Fill me again.' He growled low, positioning himself behind me, the head of his unmedicated cock nudging my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, his veined shaft splitting me wide. I cried out, the burn of his girth mixing with exquisite pleasure as he started pounding, hips slamming against my ass. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with every stroke, his balls slapping my skin. 'God, your hole grips me so tight,' he groaned, leaning over to bite my shoulder lightly. Sweat beaded on our skin as he fucked me harder, the bed creaking under us. Emotions surged—love, fear of the risks, the raw connection that made this feel inevitable. 'I love how you take my cock, how you want my seed.' I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, my walls clenching around him. 'Cum in me, Karl. Breed me deep.' His pace faltered, then he drove in one last time, roaring as his cock pulsed, unloading thick ropes of his unmedicated load straight into my guts. Heat flooded me, his cum spilling hot and heavy, marking me from the inside. He didn't pull out, staying buried as he caught his breath, kissing my neck tenderly. 'That's one... but I need more of you.' We shifted, him rolling me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His eyes locked on mine, filled with that deep affection that twisted my heart. He slid back in easily, my hole slick with his cum, and fucked me slow at first, savoring every inch. 'You're mine,' he whispered, thrusting deeper, his thumb rubbing my cock until I shattered around him, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. He followed soon after, hips bucking wildly, pumping a second load even thicker than the first, his cum overflowing, dripping down my crack. We clung together, panting, his forehead against mine. 'I don't want this to end,' he said softly, vulnerability cracking his voice. Tears pricked my eyes; the separation loomed, but in that moment, we were everything. After showering—his hands lingering, soaping my chest and ass with gentle care—we dressed and headed down for brunch with the others. The hotel restaurant buzzed with Sunday morning chatter, the scent of coffee and bacon filling the air. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas were already at the table, grinning as we joined. Jax's eyes lingered on me a beat too long, a flicker of something intense in his gaze. Brunch passed in easy banter—stories of the night's escapades, laughter over shared secrets—but tension simmered beneath. As we finished, Jax caught my arm. 'Walk with me a sec?' He led me toward the lobby, away from the group. In a quiet corner, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto my neck, sucking hard to leave a fresh love bite, the sting making me gasp. 'Missed this,' he breathed, his hand slipping under my waistband to cup my ass. Before I could respond, he tugged me into the disabled washroom nearby, locking the door with a click. The space was cramped, mirrors reflecting our urgency. 'Need you now,' he growled, yanking down my pants and spreading my cheeks. His cock was out in seconds—hard, leaking pre-cum—and he spun me against the sink, bending me over. He thrust in roughly, filling my cum-slick hole with one stroke, the mix of Karl's loads and his own desire making it filthy and perfect. 'Fuck, you're so wet,' he grunted, pounding fast and deep, his hands bruising my hips. The risk of getting caught heightened everything—my heart raced, hole clenching around him as he railed me. 'Take my load, just like that.' I bit my lip to stifle moans, pushing back, the slap of skin echoing softly. He buried his face in my hair, thrusting erratically before slamming home, his cock erupting, flooding me with hot spurts of his unmedicated cum. It mixed with Karl's inside me, warm and claiming. We straightened quickly, him pulling out with a wet pop, cum trickling down my thighs. I fixed my clothes, heart pounding, and we slipped out separately, rejoining the lobby without a soul noticing. Walking back to the restaurant, Jax's arm brushed mine, but his jaw was tight. 'I found you first at that bar, you know. Thought we'd have more time. But Karl... he got two nights with you, and I just got scraps.' His voice held hurt, jealousy sharpening his words. I stopped, turning to him, my hand on his chest. 'Jax, I loved your fucks, your loads—they were intense, made me feel alive. But... I've started feeling something deeper for Karl. It's not about the sex; it's him. This pull I can't ignore.' He searched my eyes, pain flashing before he nodded, forcing a smile. 'Yeah, I get it. Just... hurts a bit.' It was my last day; checkout by 1 PM loomed. After brunch, the others headed out, but Karl stayed, his hand in mine as we returned to the room. The door barely closed before he pinned me against it, kissing me fiercely, tongues battling with desperate hunger. 'One last time,' he whispered, stripping me bare, his mouth devouring my chest, sucking nipples until I whimpered. He lifted me, carrying me to the bed, laying me down gently despite the fire in his eyes. 'I love you,' he confessed, voice breaking as he entered me slowly, inch by inch, our eyes locked. Emotions poured out—tears on my cheeks, his thumb wiping them away—as he fucked me with long, deep strokes, his cock dragging against my walls. 'Cum with me,' he urged, and I did, shattering around him, pulling him over the edge. His first load of the session gushed deep, hot and endless, his body trembling. No pause—he kept thrusting through it, building again, faster now, our bodies slick with sweat. 'More for you,' he panted, hips snapping, balls tightening. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper. 'Fill me, Karl. All of you.' He groaned, slamming in, unleashing a second load back-to-back, cum overflowing, sealing our connection. We collapsed, entwined, whispering promises amid sobs. Checkout was bittersweet. In the lobby, I hugged Tomas and Lukas goodbye. They pulled me close, their hands sneaking to squeeze my ass, fingers probing briefly. 'Damn, you're loose as hell now,' Tomas chuckled, Lukas adding, 'Karl did a number on you—fucked you the most, lucky bastard.' They laughed, light-hearted, as I blushed, waving them off. Jax stepped up last, his embrace tight. He nuzzled my neck, sucking another love bite into the skin, harder this time, the pain mirroring the ache in his eyes. I saw it—the rejection stinging, knowing my heart leaned toward Karl, our encounters just physical fireworks. 'Take care,' he murmured, voice thick, pulling away with forced casualness. Karl and I grabbed my bags, calling a taxi to the Montreal airport. The downtown drive was long, but he insisted on coming, his hand squeezing mine. 'Can't let you go alone.' Tears welled as we slid into the back seat, me cuddling against his side, head on his shoulder. The city blurred by as we talked—raw, honest—about the seroconversion risk. 'It's impossible to know whose load will stick, whose love I'll carry forever,' I said softly, tracing his jaw. 'But I hope it's yours, Karl. That your seed changes me, binds us.' He kissed my forehead. 'Whatever happens, you're in my heart. Promise you'll tell me if your status changes—first thing.' I nodded, voice choked. 'I will. No secrets.' The vulnerability hung heavy, our fingers laced, the unmedicated risks we'd embraced now a thread tying us across distance. Before the airport, he pulled a small package from his pocket—a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like an infinity symbol. 'For you,' he said, fastening it around my neck. 'I slipped out yesterday. Don't feel bad; seeing you wear it is enough.' My eyes swelled, tears spilling. He cupped my face, kissing me softly. 'And if you seroconvert... that'd be the best gift. Means I'm with you forever, in your blood, your body.' We reached the airport, the farewell ripping at me. I checked my luggage quickly, then we found a quiet corner. Three hours until my flight—time stretched agonizingly. We sat close, his arm around me, stealing kisses, hands wandering under clothes for stolen touches. 'This isn't goodbye,' he whispered, but the pain in his eyes said otherwise, mirroring my own heart's ache as the clock ticked down.