BadBob

Your definitely not a hypocrite. Most people have sexual fantasies, the idea of which they find a huge turn on but, wouldn't engage in in reality. My imagination runs wild before and during master bating and sometimes even during sex.

Yeah, I've experienced this and also, on a couple of occasions, made arrangements to travel to a meet and then been contacted on route to say something has come up and to cancel. A few have then contacted me, on another occasion, to ask if I'm up for a meet. I usually reply with something appropriately obtuse and block them if I haven't already done so. I realise some guys maybe nervous about meeting, but it drives me mad.

Yes. That ones done and dusted.👍

Always raw for me. A large part of sexual satisfaction is psychological and I want, need the flesh to flesh contact and the knowledge I have seed in me. If someone wears a condom you may as well fuck me with a dildo.

**Part 5** I moved back and my shaft slipped out of the young guys now very slippery hole. I glanced down and saw a dribble of pink fluid trickle down over his balls, some sticking to the mass of hair that covered them and the rest forming a small pooled mess on the floor as it mixed with with the filth. I looked back and half expected Beard to have gone but, he remained there still smiling. He told me to get dressed then beckoned me with his head to follow him. I glanced down at the lad, who was still face down on the floor recovering. "Leave that, I'll deal with it later" I followed Beard to away from the Public Convenience and out of the park to a dark coloured van. He opened the back door. There were bench seats along each side. He told me get in. I had an idea that he was taking me to meet 'The family ' as he called them. He closed the rear doors and I heard the front door open and close, the engine started then we began our journey. We were moving, for what I guessed, was about forty minutes. The van was being driven carefully and for the last five minutes it made several turns. Eventually it stopped and I heard what sounded like a large metal shutter being raised, like the garage doors where I worked. The van was driven inside and the shutter closed. The rear door opened and Beard beckoned me out. From the drivers side Goatee appeared. He had obviously been the driver. It was the first time I was aware of his presence. I had presumed that Beard had been the driver. Inside the building where we were was fairly large. It looked like an old factory or small warehouse. I was lead through a small door then another and up two flights of stairs with bare concrete steps. We reached a door with a key code lock and Beard, shielding my view of the did something that allowed him to open the door. Inside a carpeted corridor lead to another door with yet another door with the same type of lock. My mind was racing and so was my heart. What sort of place had I come to. I hadn't questioned where or why I had been taken to this place and had willingly gone with Beard of my own volition. Beard opened the door to another corridor. This had doors on each side along its entire length. There were ten doors on each side and at the far end an open leading to a large communal area. As we entered it I saw there were a dozen other men who had been mostly sitting, who when they saw Beard, immediately stood up. I thought I recognised some of the faces but couldn't place them. But one I knew immediately. He was sitting in a large chair by the far wall and he didn't stand as we entered. It was the same old man I had seen in the trees on the night I was converted recieving a blow job from the young guy I had just fucked. He looked at me and smiled. He stood up and walked over to greet me. He held out his hand and I took it. As he shook it he cupped his other hand over my hand as well. It was a very warm welcoming greeting. He then lead me back out into the corridor and opened the first door on the left. I walked in and he closed the door behind us. "Sit" It was more of a command than and invitation which was at odds with the way he had greeted me. He had a deep, well spoken voice and spoke with authority. Like a commander addressing his troops. To be listened to rather than conversed with. But, he also spoke with compassion. I was drawn to him in, entranced by him. I listened intently to what he was telling me. It was the first had heard him speak. When I'd seen him in the woods he had never uttered a word. He would just nod towards his crutch, whip out his cock and I would suck him to completion. He told me that he and some of his extended family, at which point he indicated with his thumb towards the men in the other room had been watching me for a long time. He told me they were very protective of their identity both individually and as a group. So, had to be very careful who they selected to become family members. He said that when you have a family there is nothing, absolutely nothing you won't do to protect them. He tone had changed when he said this. He was deadly serious and gave the impression that he meant exactly what he said. He said that this evening I had to make a choice and that once I'd made the decision, either way, there was no going back. If you become a family member you are a member for life. If I chose not to, I would never be given a second chance to join. That if having decided not to join, I tried to find the family or any individual in it that would be seen as a threat to the safety and security of the whole family and the consequences to be severe. Likewise, if I made the decision to stay then, for whatever reason decided to try and leave, the same inference would be drawn with same implications. He told me that before I make an informed decision he'd better inform me about the family and its purpose. He still spoke with authority but his tone had changed to more of a friendly, fatherly one. He told me that he and Tom, the bearded man, had met and were both already HIV positive some years ago. They both believed that being poz gave them a freedom that was denied to many gay men. They strongly believed that monogamy among homosexuals was against the laws of nature and that men need to have the freedom, if they so desire, to breed freely with whoever they choose. They decided to form a small group of poz guys who could freely breed with each other without fear or prejudice. Then they had the idea to bring in more men. To dilute the gene pool. All had to be poz or willing to be converted. A few guys that were already infected joined and contact was made, through various gay sites, with guys who wanted to be converted. Unfortunately alot of these men were just dreamers, flakes who got off on the idea but, were too scared and had no intention of actually going through with it. So, they, as a group, came up with the idea of physically recruiting men. Men like me who were always searching for sex. Men who wanted unhindered, uninhibited and readily available sex. Bareback sex. Men who had few friends, no family, no ties to anyone else, who wouldn't be missed from society. At least, not missed too much. He said "That's why we wanted you. We've followed you for about eighteen months. We were able to trace, fairly easily where you worked, lived, the odd sauna you visited and, obviously, your numerous visits to cruising sites and in particular the park and the public convenience. We've even hacked your computer and know the sites you look at, bbrts, breeding zone and nastykinkpigs. We even fitted a small GPS in the heels or under the inserts of your shoes so we knew where you were at any given time. When he had met me in the park that had been the initial part of the surveillance and vetting procedure as well. He told me that when I agreed to be bred and pozzed in the public convenience that was when they knew I was a prime candidate. In fact, he told me that my enthusiasm had confirmed it beyond doubt. There was one more thing that sealed the deal and that was when I fucked the young man tonight knowing I was likely to poz him. I was slightly annoyed at this invasion of privacy but also felt unbelievably honoured to have been chosen to be considered as a member. He told me that now everyone was considered as a family member. Anyone who needed help in any way would receive it. They would be supported through whatever difficulty they were experiencing. Like I had been during my recent bout of the fuck flu and like the young man I myself had fucked tonight. should his conversion be successful. I had been considering everything I had been told. I had many questions which he now answered. I could keep my job but, I would live here with the family. I would have my own room but, could sleep on my own there or with anyone else I wanted. Fuck anyone who was willing and be fucked by anyone. I would be expected to recruit other members who were willing to be pozzed and help other guys with recruiting, by being involved in surveillance and vetting. And the best bit, breeding recruits. Spreading the family seed, it's DNA. Ensuring the family tree continues. I'd already made my decision. I wanted to be part of this pozzed family but he told me to take a week or two decide. However I mustn't discuss this meeting or anything I'd learned here with anyone outside the family. If I did they would know. Now he told me to go and talk with my brothers. Ask them anything I wanted. Maybe a question will occur when you speak. If they are unable to help, come back and speak to me. And, if you feel horny to fuck or get fucked, enjoy yourself. After all that's what this all about. I had one last burning question. I figured as we'd discussed everything else down to the most intimate details I could ask anything. His answer gave me the answer to this and another question I thought I already had the answer to. "Can you tell me what's with the guy with the Goatee. Was he born like that? He looked at me sternly and placed his two hands together infront of him in a position that looks like a steeple. His eyes focused on me trying to evaluate my demeanour and closed his eyes for second before saying "That's Gavin, he tried to leave" **Fin**

**Part 4** Three weeks later and there had been no contact from the bearded gentleman and his side kick. I'd returned to the park and the public convenience four or five times each week but there had been no sign of them. Unless they went there, I had no chance of finding them or they me. I was getting desperate. Although I couldn't really understand why. Beard had fucked his poz load into me. Mission accomplished. He'd done the deed and spread his seed. I'd got what I wanted, probably. Why would we need to be in contact again. It was what he said, that they would see me again soon, meet my new family. Each time I'd gone to the park looking for them I'd seen other guys but, I had no interest in having sex with On the Wednesday morning of the forth week I woke and didn't feel to good. I'd gone into work But had to leave early. My head felt like it had cotton wool in it and I had no energy. I went straight home and had a bath. I thought the warm water would sooth the aches I was feeing in my shoulders and back. It didn't help. By the time I got to bed I felt worse. Everything ached. I had the start of a sore throat, I felt cold and my head was throbing. The following morning I couldn't even get out of bed to call in sick. I had a fever and my headache was nothing like I'd ever had before. Suddenly my stomach decided to reject anything that was contained in it. I vomited where I lay. The putrid stench engulfed the room but, I was too weak to move. I was convinced I was dying. That's when I started hallucinating. I saw Beard and Goatee peering at me and smiling. Other men were looking at me to, some were sneering, some even laughing. Even in my dismal state I realised I had the fuck flu. My body was changing. The virus was taking over my body, like Sarah Palin inhabiting a new host. Being possessed by the devil's seed. I hoped I would fall asleep and never wake up. Even being dead and in hell couldn't be worse than this living hell I was in. I did fall asleep. Boy, did I sleep. Slept the sleep of the dead. When I did wake I felt a little better. I was still tired but the fever had subsided and I just had a normal headache, which very mild compared to how it had been. I looked at my digital alarm clock to see how long I had been asleep. I left work early on the Wednesday and according to the clock it was now Thursday. But, that couldn't be right. I was so sick I couldn't go to work on Thursday. Then I saw the date. I had been asleep for a whole week. How was that possible? I checked my surroundings. Everything was as it was except, I remember vomiting the entire contents of my stomach on the bed, but the bed was clean. Maybe I'd been hallucinating about being sick as I had about Beard, Goatee and the other men. I had been in such a state I didn't know was real and what wasn't. I rested my head on the pillow and dozed off to sleep again. I slept for another six hours and when I awoke I felt even better. I went to the loo for a piss then into the kitchen to make tea. My throat was dry, I needed a brew. As I filled the kettle I noticed a folded piece of paper by the sink. That's strange I thought. I put kettle on its base and flicked the switch. I picked up the paper, opened and read it. Shocked I sat down at the kitchen table and read it again. 'Hope your feeling better. We'll see you soon. Your friends from the Public Convenience. My mind couldn't quite take it all in. I had pucked up on the bed. I had seen Beard and Goatee and who were those other guys? Were they the family Beard mentioned. Over the next week or so I made a slow recovery. The boss at the garage was well pissed off with me. Work had backed up and he even had to refuse taking on new jobs. Still when I eventually went back to work there was loads of overtime. I wondered how Beard and Goatee had found me. How they knew I had the fuck flu. How had they managed to change the bed clothes and clean the place up with me in it. I wasn't to sure about anything that had happened during the week of my unconsciousness. The only thing I was sure about was that I was now HIV positive. I had absolutely no regrets, now that the fuck flu had passed I felt fine. My sex drive had disappeared while I was recovering but, was now returning with a vengeance. I even had to visit the toilet at work, sometimes a couple of times a day, to wank off. I'd never done that before. My sperm looked the same but, I knew it wasn't. It was toxic, poisonous, poz sperm. Maybe that's what was making me so horny. The knowledge that I was possessed by the demon seed. One night on the way home I decided to visit the park. It was Winter now. The summer heat had long gone. It was cold and wet. There wouldn't be any guys looking for a quick fuck in the woods tonight but the public convenience was open. Although it wasn't particularly warm at least it was dry. I hadn't visited to often lately and when I had the place had been deserted. I even hung around in there sometimes to see if anyone wandered in later but, no one ever did. This night though my luck was in. As I walked in the little bulb was still straining to have any serious impact on the dark squalid interior. At the far end of the building I saw a figure leaning against the wall. I couldn't see his face but he had a slight build and as I approached him I could see he was fairly young, maybe 19 or 20. As he moved forward the pale light I recognised the face but couldn't place it. My cock was already rigid. Harder than it had ever been. This was the first physical contact I was about to have since last time I was here. Then I was a chaser, now I could be a gifter. I was really horny. I really wanted, needed to fuck this guy. He wasn't my usual type. Too young, too skinny. I unzipped and got my cock out. Not only was it harder than it had ever been, it actually looked bigger. My victim got on his knees and took me in his mouth. He had a sweet mouth. He loved sucking cock I could tell. He was good at it to. It was at that moment I realised who he was. He was the lad sucking the old guys cock in the woods the night I got fucked and pozzed in here. He was really going to work on me now, sucking and licking for all he was worth. I was really enjoying this, it felt great. Then annoyingly he stopped and stood up, looked into my eyes and said "Poz me" I was slightly taken aback. He told me that one night he'd seen me when he was sucking an old man off in the woods. He finished the old guy off and it had started to rain so, he made his way to the toilets but, the light was off, must have been a power cut due to the lightning, so he just stood in the doorway. He heard moaning and heard someone say "Poz me, please poz me" at which point there was a bright flash of lightning and he looked in. He'd seen me on my knees and a bearded guy behind me. He'd seen him ram his cock up my arse and another guy sit on my head. He said he was a bit scared so, ran off but, since then all he could think about was being fucked like he'd seen me getting fucked and pozzed and wanted it. He asked if I had definitely been pozzed up that night and I told him I had and how bad the fuck flu had been. He had his hand on my cock and was stroking it gently. "Please, will you breed me, poz me, I want it so bad. He undid his button fly and dropped his jeans to the floor then kicked them free of his feet. Then he removed his coat and shirt. I told him he didn't need to take everything off but he said "I want to be naked when you fuck me. I want you to see the body that your seed is infecting. It was freezing in there but, I did the same and removed everything. He told me he wanted it as hard as I had been fucked. "Show me know mercy. Fuck me as hard as you want, I'm yours. I want make sure it takes" He got onto his knees on the floor. It was still filthy, if anything worse than when I had last been on it. Guys had come in with wet muddy shoes on and it looked like no one had cleaned it in ages. I moved in behind him and parted his arse cheeks. Like I said, he wouldn't normally have been my type but he had a beautiful arse. Firm cheeks and a tiny pink hole which I started fingering. He was very tight. I told him I didn't have any lube and he said he didn't want it. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to make sure he was infected. I licked my fingers anyway and stuck two up him. He winsed but didn't pull away. I played with his hole for a few minutes then positioned my cock on the rim. I waited a few seconds then, in one quick, hard movement rammed my cock into him. He screamed and started crying. I ignored him and fucked him as hard as I could. His hole felt great on my cock. Although it was cold in the building I soon began to warm up even though I was naked. I continued to fuck him hard. After five minutes or so he had stopped whimpering and was telling me to fuck him harder. My thighs were smacking against his arse and my balls were banging against his own. My hands gripped his hips as my cock rammed his hole. His hole felt wet now, I suspected from a little of my precum but mostly his blood. I was close. The pressure in my cock had reached its limit. I was at boiling point and I was about to boil over. I couldn't hold off any longer. I pumped his arse full with a massive load. I shouted in ecstasy. He knew I was filling him with poz seed and told me to give it all to him. God I was thinking, that was a great fuck. As I recovered I was aware of another presence in the room. I looked back and saw Beard looking at me with a huge grin on his face. How the fuck does know everything? **To be continued **

Most of my problems stem from writing on a phone and having large thumbs. 😅

Apologies to readers of Part 3. There were a few errors that I was unable to edit. I'll try to do better in Part 4. Bob xx

**Part 3** Fuck yes. Somewhere in my subconscious I'd always known. It's what I been searching for, longing for and needed sll my life. It's what I was born for, my destiny. I wouldn't be complete without it. "Yes, please. Give it to me. Breed me, please give your poz seed" A massive flash of lightning followed by the longest, loudest thunder clap I'd ever heard drowned out Beards reply and my scream as he thrust his huge cock into my hole. There was gentleness now, no subtlety, no mercy, just the raw power of Beard and his massive cock ripping my insides apart. As I attempted to move forward, not to escape, but just so he wouldn't penetrate me so deeply into my bowels, Goatee sat astride my head and clamped his legs tightly against the sides of my face, then leant forward over me, grabbing my forearms and placing his full weight on them. He was facing Beard encouraging him to breed me, poz me, make me pregnant. I was now completely immobile. Beard was pounding into my guts as hard and fast as he could. His hands gripping my hips. I could feel his sweat dripping off him onto my back and he was panting loudly. I was in so much pain. His cock was stretching my arse to its terminal width and length and tearing at the soft flesh in my hole. I was sweating to, from the heat and humidity but also the fear of him injuring me and the pain. I could hardly make a sound as I was gritting my teeth so hard. All I could do was grunt. He fucked me like this for what seemed liked an hour but, in reality, was probably only five minutes. Then suddenly he withdrew his shaft from my body. My hole was burning. I didn't think he had cum yet. Then I felt something cool and wet on the outside my hole which he then slowly and gently pushed inside me. He was applying lube for round two. He was very gentle now, applying it to every millimetre of the internal flesh of my arse. After the battering he'd given me this felt wonderful. I started to relax just as as I felt the head of his cock begin to tease my hole again. To my surprise he inserted himself slowly this time, giving my body enough time to adjust to his length and girth. Only then did he begin to fuck me again. It was slightly uncomfortable at first. My hole had obviously received some damage but the slight pain soon turned to immense pleasure as he slowly increased his rhythm. Goatee had released the pressure on my head and now moved away allowing me to breath more easily. The thunder and lightning was still raging and the rain had not let up. The heat and humidity still made our shelter uncomfortable but, I hardly noticed now. Beards cock felt wonderful inside me and almost everything else faded into the background and out of my thoughts. I wanted him to cum in me, breed me, fill my body with his seed, his sperm. For his babies to enter my blood stream and be absorbed by every atom of my being. But, I didn't want him to stop fucking me either. He was fucking harder now, his breathing becoming deeper. Sweat was dripping off him again and running down and across my back. Goatee was telling him to give me his seed and make me pregnant. Suddenly Beard shouted "I'm coming, I'm converting you, this is it" He pushed deeply into me and I could feel his cock pulsating as he pumped me full of toxic cum. It felt fantastic. My own cock was being stimulated as it rubbed against the filthy floor and this and the overwhelming physical and mental sensation of being fucked and pozzed made me shoot my own load. I came harder than I ever had before. My whole body was experiencing an intense orgasm which seemed to last for ages. I was completely lost in it. As I lay on the floor full of Beards cum and empty of my own I somehow felt like I had been reborn. I was in a state of complete serenity. Beard slipped out of me, his cock now flaccid. It had done its job and could now rest. As it did so, I could feel warm fluid dripping from my now empty hole. It dribbled from my arse down over my balls. I was concerned that I was losing the precious seed and told Beard. He laughed and told me that the sperm that were needed to impregnate me were already inside me swimming in my blood stream. He apologised for the hard, rough initial part of the breeding but, said it was necessary to open up the blood vessels to allow his sperm fertilise me. He then told me they had to go now but, that they would see me again soon and introduce to the other members of my new family. I asked how they would find me or I would find them but there was no answer. Suddenly the storm ended and the little bulb in the public convenience came on again and I could see I was completely on my own. My overalls were still where I'd left them and on the floor was a small pool of pink fluid. **To be continued**

It doesn't do it for me at all. Nothing wrong if you love it though.

**Part 2** It occurred to me that this could be a horror film. The thunder and lightning, the dark stinking hovel, the unbearable heat, humidity and now a women. Was this what hell was like. The only saving grace was the brief view of Beards cock. He spoke. "You should get out of those wet things" He was close, but I couldn't see him. I turned slightly to my right and my forearm brush against the end of his cock. Instinctively I reached for it. It felt huge, hot and wet. I was overcome with a desire to get it in my mouth. He was so close now I could smell him. Sweat mixed with testosterone. I removed my hand and unzipped the front of my overalls. It was difficult to pull them off my shoulders as the wet material was sticking to my skin. I swore as I tried and then I felt hands behind me pulling at the garment and helping to pull it down my wet body. Eventually pulling it free and allowing it to fall to the floor. I then struggled to get my booted feet out of the legs. Almost stumbling I felt hands on me. On my shoulders, my torso and hips ensuring I remained up right. I thanked them and kicked off the overalls, finally free of them. Now I was naked, apart from my work boots. Hands began to touch me again. On my buttocks, my cock, my balls, stomach, chest and back. Slowly and gently touching every part of exposed flesh. I reached forward and found a body, as lightning lit up the interior of the building. It was Goatee. The body I saw definitely wasn't female but, there were no genitals. He had a man's belly, chest and broad muscled shoulders. My curiosity sparked, I reached forward between his legs. He was completely smooth apart from, what felt like a tiny protrusion right underneath him. He made no reaction and just let me explore him intimately. Hands behind me were feeling between my legs. Sliding up between the crack of my arse. I could feel the end of Beards cock occasionally brushing against my buttocks. Goatee turned around, now with his back toward me. Another brief illumination and I saw he had a symbol on his left arse cheek. It wasn't a tattoo. It looked red and raised from the surface of his skin. Was it a spider or maybe a scorpion. The flash of lightning was so short I didn't get a clear view. A combination of the heat, humidity, the rank stink of the location, the smell of the two men, the brief views I had of their bodies, the feeling of their hands on me and mine on theirs and the feeling of being naked and exposed, had me rabid with desire. My heart was beating so fast and my head was spinning. I wanted a man inside me. I wanted to be inside a man. I was losing control and had no inhibitions. Beard had a finger exploring the outside of my hole. His body was pressed against my back and a hand on my cock. Lightning lit the room and I saw Goatee getting on his knees in front of me. Steadying himself with his hands on my thighs. Beard slowly pushed a finger inside me as Goatee took my cock in his mouth. God it felt wonderful. His mouth was wet and warm and his tongue like velvet. Beards finger was dry and there was some resistance from my sphincter as he pushed it further inside with no lubrication. But, it felt good. I hoped he wasn't going to try and fuck me dry with his beer can sized cock. At this precise moment I was in heaven. Totally lost the sensations my body was experiencing. Beard had penetrated me as deeply as the length of his finger would allow. He was moving it gently, but firmly both in and out and from side to side. He removed it briefly and then replaced the single digit with two. I was lose enough now to take both. Still slightly uncomfortable, but filled with a longing to have his cock inside me, I pushed back slightly, encouraging him to stretch my arse enough to accommodate his member. Goatee was now sucking my balls and cock in turn. His oral skills were phenomenal. He seemed to know what I wanted and needed before I did. Slowly I felt him standing up. As he did so, his tongue was licking my body, entering my belly button then up to my nipples. I used to have extremely sensitive nipples but, due to lots of rough play they have lost some of their sensitivity. However he knew exactly how hard to bite. These two guys were driving me wild. They knew every button to press, with exactly the right intensity and for how long. Beard now had three or maybe even four inside me. So lost in the feeling, I hadn't even noticed him remove and replace them. I had relaxed my hole enough to allow him to stretch me further. I find can do this easily if a guy has been gentle initially and I trust that he won't just ram anything up inside that causes pain. Beard then lined up his knees directly behind mine and exerted enough forward pressure that I had to kneel down on the floor. The floor in there is always filthy. Guys who have been walking in the copse or the park tread all sorts of filth in. Mud, leaves, chewing gum, fag ends and even dog shit. I was always careful when I'd had a meet in there that I would avoid getting on the floor. Yet here I was, naked, on my hands and knee's. Beard was moving in behind me. I wasn't aware that he'd applied any lube to himself. He certainly hadn't prepared my hole with any. He began rubbing the tip of his cock on my hole. God I wanted him inside me. I just hoped I could take him. More lightning. Goatee had repositioned himself infront of me. On his knees with his taught large arse facing me and his hands were pulling his cheeks apart. His hand was covering the symbol on his arse. I wanted to see it but, his hole looked beautiful and took my attention. I had to taste it. Get my tongue inside him. His hole was open. I thought it looked well fucked. Under his hole I could see what I felt earlier. Where his genitals should be was a small hole with a small raised area around it. I realised this is where he passed from. In my naivety at the time, I wondered if he was some freak of nature or if he was a eunuch. Nullified by surgery. Either way his arse looked amazing. I leaned forward and began rimming him. He tasted so good. He was moaning as I explored, as deeply as I could, further inside him. Beard was exerting more pressure on me from behind. The tip of his cock head now just penetrating me. He pushed harder and I felt my arse open to accommodate him. He said "You want to join us, to become a member of our elite club, our brotherhood" At that very moment there was a series of huge flashes of lightning. When they join together so, it appears to be one long flash. Goatee had moved his hands away from his cheeks and I saw that the mark on his buttock had been branded on. It wasn't a spider though. The mark was a biohazard symbol. Now I knew the full meaning of what Beard had said. It took me moment to process the information. Crazy thoughts rushed through my head. Do I want this, really. **To be continued **

The sun, the bright long days and the heat of summer always makes me horny. The hotter and the more I sweat, the more I think about sex. The garage where I work, as a mechanic, is only a short walk to a local park. We're usually busier in the summer months servicing and maintaining customers cars so I can justify working late. It gives me the chance to earn a little extra cash and when I finish, usually at around nine o'clock, I can call in at the park or the public toilets, which are on my way home anyway, to see if there are any like minded guys hanging around. This particular Friday evening I'd stayed on a little later. I'd been changing the clutch on a customers car and wanted to get it finished as the workshop is closed at weekends and the guy needed it back ASAP. While the workshop is closed on Saturday the showroom is open so the guy could collect it from them. It had been a long hot sweaty day and I was filthy by the time I locked up at just after ten. I considered just going straight home for a shower and an early night but, I thought I may as well just see of there was anyone lurking around in the park. It was now late summer and the weather would be changing soon and the evenings getting darker. A few weeks and no one would be looking for any outdoor fun. I would be back trawling through the apps trying to negotiate my way through the time wasters. By the time I reached the entrance to the park it was already dusk. The main cruising area was off to the right and consisted of the public convenience with a copse behind. In size the copse was probably about a quarter of an acre and consisted of fairly dense beech, horse chestnut, oak and pine trees. If you knew where to look there were some small clearings with were perfect to get down and dirty with someone. I spent around fifteen minutes ambling through the trees on a circular path that leads through the center of the copse but, surprisingly for a warm summer evening, it was very quiet. The path then leads around to the left and eventually out by the public toilets. I had just turned onto this stretch of the path when I heard some movement to my right. I knew there was a small clearing here. It was a regular location for a quick meet. I parted some branches and saw a young guy on his knees in front of an older gentleman. I recognised the older man immediately. He was a regular to the park and I'd sucked his cock to his satisfaction a couple of times. He was leaning his back on a tree trunk while the younger guy was enthusiastically sucking his substantial cock and cradling his large hairy balls in one hand. The older guy saw me, looked over and smiled in recognition. I don't think the younger guy even registered I was there, he was so engrossed in sucking cock. I turned back onto the path. Having met the older guy before I knew he would soon blow a nice big load down the younger guys throat and be on his way home. Once he'd been satisfied he never hung around. He always delivered a nice big load though. The young guy was too young and skinny for my taste. It was dark now. Hot and humid. There was a storm coming. It had been threatening earlier in that day. The sky had been very dark around lunch time but, then the clouds cleared and the sun had be vicious in the afternoon. The workshop had been almost unbearable. It's tin roof amplifying the intense heat from the sun. I was sweating profusely now. Sure enough I began to hear drops of rain on the canopy above. The drops sounded heavy but well spaced. Any moment now, I thought, it's going be fucking torrential and I'll get soaked. I was only wearing my overalls and it had been so hot lately, nothing underneath. I was now about halfway back along the return path. I started walking a little quicker hoping to make cover before the deluge. I was just wishing I had just gone straight home when I saw two guys walking towards me. They were both quite large. Both were wearing T-shirts and shorts. It was dark but I could just make out one had a full beard and the other a goatee. These two were just my type. I love to feel a big belly on my back. They stopped infront of me blocking my path. The beard said "Hey, it's going to piss down, is there any shelter this way" pointing behind me. I said "No, the only shelter are the toilets behind you" Goatee said to Beard "We'd better go back then" Beard said "We aren't local, we've never been here before. Heard it was a nice place for an evening stroll" He smirked at me, then said "You lead the way, I presume that's where you're going " As I brushed past them I could feel my cock beginning to swell in anticipation. The rain had got heavier and I didn't want to hang around so I just said "Sure, let's go" As we walked I could feel their eyes on my arse and my cock now hard straining in my overalls. As we walked quickly along the path they asked what my job was and I told them. Beard told me he thought it was something like a mechanic as I looked kind of dirty. The way he said it, I knew exactly what he was thinking. About a hundred yards or so from the toilets the trees are less dense so, there was less cover from, the now torrential rain. The storm was in full flow and lightning was followed immediately by loud claps of thunder. I began running and the two guys behind me were struggling to keep up. I could hear their heavy foot steps and they were breathing deeply, panting with the effort. My hard cock and loose balls were being thrown around, up and down and from side to side in my loose overalls as I ran. I could feel wetness dripping in my crutch area to but, wasn't sure if it was coming from my cock or if it was just the rain in my soaked clothing. Finally we reached the toilet block. I was now completely soaked through. My overalls were dripping and stuck to my flesh from my neck and shoulders down my body to my legs. I looked at Beard and Goatee and they were the same. They were just as wet as me. Their wet T- Shirts revealed that Beard had both nipples pierced and some sort of tattoo on his ample belly. Goatee had a tattoo on the left side of his chest and only his right nipple pierced. Their shorts were clinging to them and I could clearly see the outline of a large flaccid cock under Beards shorts. Goatee had nothing visible at all. It was then that I noticed the skin on his face was very smooth. The Goatee was quite sparse and although he must have been at least forty years old he had the soft looking skin of a youth. The rain outside was even heavier now. Inside the toilet the only illumination was from a dim, low powered single bulb that barely lit the the place. The toilet was grim enough during daylight but, at night it looked squalid. Suddenly there was a very bright flash of lightning and with the extra illumination I could see Beard and Goatee removing their T-shirts. I could also see my cock sticking straight out, making a tent in my overalls. At that very moment the little bulb died. Another flash of lightning and I could see they were removing their shorts. Beards cock wasn't flaccid any longer. It was hard and huge. At least nine maybe ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. The lightning flash was over and I'd only had the briefest glimpse, but I could swear Goatee had no visible cock at all. Was Goatee really female, perhaps Beards wife? Fuck I thought, I'm not into women at all!

Monogamy doesn't work for me. I've tried to be good but, if I see a hot guy and the opportunity is there, just like the song, I just can't say no!

I was going to write a reply with my own thoughts but, you've exactly mirrored by thoughts.

Fantastic story. Very horny and very well written. I was hard through all of it.

**Part 2** After much discussion we agreed to meet at David's flat one week later. He had convinced me that he knew exactly what he was getting into and was fully aware of the implications it would have on the rest of his life and that he wanted it so badly that if I refused to be his donor he would just find someone, anyone else, to convert him. My scepticism about being his gifter had largely diminished during our meeting at the café. Actually 'scepticism' might be to stronger word. I just wanted to be sure he wasn't under any illusion as to what the possible outcome would be and that, as far as possible, he would have no regrets. At that time I had only been positive for less than a year myself. So far, I had absolutely no regrets. I had met several other poz guys and had some best uninhibited sex of my life. I had become equally versatile and enjoyed being a top as much as I had always enjoyed being a bottom. I hadn't even considered going on medication and would abstain from doing so as long as possible. One of the guys I'd seen a few times, Mike, had been diagnosed six years prior to myself. He looked slightly wasted to me but, said he had always been skinny and underweight. I loved our sessions together. He was completely versatile and we would spend whole weekends at his place just fucking each other. I would come away feeling completely drained of cum, energy and even desire, at least for a day or so. His tall, skinny build would lead anyone to believe he wasn't very well endowed, which couldn't have been further from the truth. His cock was eight inches of thick man meat. He was slightly younger than me and not particularly handsome, but that cock was absolutely beautiful. The shaft was thick enough but the domed head was gargantuan and looked slightly out of proportion to the shaft. When I had started conversing with Dave and it looked like he was a genuine prospect for converting I had told Mike. He told me just to be really careful how I handled the situation. Not to try and persuade him either way, just tell him all the facts and let him make his own informed decision. Otherwise, I could be accused of manipulating him or coercing him if he later regretted going through with it. I arrived at David's flat at just after eight PM on that Friday evening. I'd told him to make sure he was clean inside and out and had used a douch a few times to make sure, so there wasn't any barrier for the skin of my cock to be in physical contact with the walls of his arse. He was wearing a thin dressing gown and his hair was still wet from the shower. The material of the of the robe clung to his body. Having opened the front door he turned around and I could see his the outline of his bubble butt as he walked into the hallway. I pushed the front door closed. He lead me along the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. He turned towards me and I could immediately see how nervous he was. He was physically shaking. I told him to relax, that he was under no pressure if he wanted to back out and we could just have a coffee and I could go. Even before I'd finished speaking he told me that, no, he wanted it more than ever. He wanted me to poz him tonight. That he was just so excited a full of adrenaline at the prospect of me breeding him. I smiled and said okay, if your sure. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He put his mouth to mine and his tongue in my mouth as we kissed. I slid my hands down the contours of his body to his hips. He was well muscled and firm, not an inch of softness anywhere on him. I reached around and with my hands on his buttocks pulled his hips toward me. I was already hard which was evident to him even through my tight jeans. I could feel that he had the beginnings of an erection through the soft robe against my own fully hard cock. God he felt good, he smelled good to. While we stood kissing I pulled open his dressing gown and slid my hands inside it, feeling his young flesh for the first time. He was soft and warm. I felt for his cock. He was hard now, uncut his foreskin still covering the head. There was a little pre cum leaking from the end and he gasped as I pushed his foreskin back along the shaft to reveal the domed end and rubbed a finger over the glands of his cock stimulating more pre-cum to flow. I pushed the robe from his shoulders and it fell to the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now. He had a perfect physique. Not like some muscle bound freak, but toned. His cock pointed up towards me and it was dripping copious amounts of fluid back along his shaft and over his hairy balls. I reached for his shoulders and turned him away from me. His young arse was taught with downy dark hair on his buttocks. I caressed his arse cheeks. Pulled them slightly apart. He shivered slightly and said he wanted me inside him. I told him to lay down on the bed and slowly got undressed. He was laying on his back watching me. I removed my shoes, then my jeans followed by my t-shirt and stood there in my pants. I had started to leak a little and the front of them had a wet patch. He gasped and said "Please give it to me. I want you to fuck, me poz me, please do it now. However, I was in no rush. I just said "Suck me" He got off the bed, got on his knees and was on me greedily within seconds. I asked if he liked the taste of my poz pre-cum to which he murmured something enthusiastically. I shoved my cock down his throat and held it there for a few seconds then allowed him to breath before plunging it back into his throat. I held it there slightly longer than the first time before letting him up for air. The third time I held it even longer until he began to gag and I could feel the muscles in his throat squeezing my the glands of my cock. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in the thick fluid from his gagging throat. He was still taking large gulps of air as I pushed him back on the bed face down. I pulled apart his arse cheeks. I was really horny now. I wanted to see his hole. The hole I was going to fuck, to breed, to rip apart and infect with my poz babies very soon. His hole was hairy. I pulled his buttocks apart even further to reveal his pink hole. He'd told me he had been fucked alot but, always with a condom, even though he'd begged to fucked bareback. To me his hole looked brand new. Like it had never been used. I slid my tongue along his crack and pushed the tip into him. He tasted clean. He moaned a little and begged me to fuck him. Soon enough I thought as I gently pushed the thumb of my right hand into his hole. Boy, was he tight. I saw a droplet of sweat run down his back and into the valley of his arse. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my tongue tasting the salty droplet as it reached his hole. My cock was seriously dripping now and I couldn't wait any longer. David was begging me to breed him and it would have been cruel to make him wait any longer. We'd discussed in depth how he wanted it and I wasn't about to disappoint him. I moved in behind him and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of his arse. Even though he was begging me I asked him if was sure. I heard the first syllable of yes but before he could complete the word I forced my cock in him. His hands were on a pillow and his fingers grabbed it as he cried out. I rammed my cock in him up to the hilt half a dozen times and left it there while his hole became accustomed to me being inside him. His hole felt fantastic. His sphincter seems to be caressing my cock, pulling me deeper inside him. He was sobbing now but didn't ask me to remove myself. After a minute or so I started to move my cock in him. Not really fucking him, just gently stretching him. A few more minutes and I took my cock out. The desired effect had been accomplished. There was blood on my cock. He turned over, looked at the blood on my cock and smiled. He looked at me and said "It's time" I just nodded opened his legs and inserted my cock into his hole. He was really excited now. His hands reaching round my arse and pulling me into him. His hole was still fairly tight, even deep within him the walls of his are seemed to be gripping the head of my cock. He was shouting now still begging me to give him my poz load. I was pumping him as hard as I could, trying not to cum to quickly. Sweat was pouring out of me and I was breathing heavily as I continued to fuck him. I could feel the pressure in my cock building. I wouldn't be able to hold off too much longer. My head was spinning. I was actually going to ejaculate my poz sperm into this neg guy and he wanted it, was desperate to have it. This is it, I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot my load into him. I don't think I've ever cum so much. It seemed to be pouring out of me. Spurt after spurt. It felt like my hole body was being forced out of my cock. Dave was shouting "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Thank you" I collapsed on top of him. He held my head and were kissing passionately. He had had his legs around me, desperate to keep me inside him for as long as possible. After ten minutes or so I got off of him and surveyed the damage. It was only now that I realised he had cum while I was fucking him. There was a large pool of cum on his stomach and in his belly button. He told me he had cum almost exactly at the same time as me. There was quite alot of blood and sperm on the sheets. David saw this to and smiled. Knowing there was a very good chance I had given him the gift. I hope it's all he hopes it will be. He's going to keep in touch and is desperate to meet my poz buddies for a recharge.

I would love to be completely owned, used, dominated, controlled and disposed of as my owner sees fit. To be branded on the rump like an animal and made his permanent property.

We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

I haven't met anyone for a couple of months as I'm worried about Monkey Pox. I'm conflicted and a little confused over my own behaviour as I don't think twice about meeting poz guys whether detectable or not. Does anyone else feel the same or am I being over cautious. The vaccine isn't readily available here at the moment.

Yes, me to. I love the feeling as it reminds me of what I've had.

So, my trip is confirmed for tomorrow. I'll be staying in Wrexham for a couple of weeks then Manchester. Does anyone know any good spots, bars, meeting places in Wrexham? Or will I have to wait for Manchester.

Part 2. It seems to be working as after five minutes or so, his fingers easily slip in and out. He's asking me if I'm sure of what he is about to do to me. We've discussed it many times and in depth on the dating app but now it's really about to happen I sense his appreciation and he can sense mine. I assure him it's what I want, what I need. I can feel his body moving on top of me. His torso sliding further up my own. I can feel his cock moving up between my legs. He is hard. I can feel it sliding between my thighs and then my buttocks. He's putting lubricant on his cock now and pushing more into my hole with his fingers. I'm nervous, shacking with anticipation, fear of pain and excitement. I want this, I need this. He's right behind me now. I can feel him adjusting his cock so he can penetrate me. The end feels wonderful as he moves moves it, first around the entrance and then just the tip entering me. My sphincter is still tight and as he pushes it inside me the pain is almost unbearable. But, I want it inside me. I bite my hand to stop crying out and telling him to stop. Then he's fully inside me. Still a little uncomfortable but bearable. He's moving slowly, fucking me gently. The soft internal pink flesh of my arse in intimate contact with the tight skin of his hard cock. I can hear him unscrewing the top of a bottle. He places the bottle under my nose and tells me to breath in through my nostrils deeply. I do this four times. Twice in each nostril. I've only read about poppers and I'm amazed at the effect they have on me. I want him twenty or thirty times more than before. He's thrusting hard now and I I'm thrusting back against him. His cock is into the hilt with every stroke. I want his sperm, his load, his nut, his DNA, his babies inside me. I want him to infect me. His seed to take my body. He's fucking as hard as he can now, deeper than I ever thought possible. He's asking me if I want his poz seed and I'm almost shouting 'Yes, please give it to me' He's close to filling me up now, giving me his poison and I want it so badly. His breathing is deep and loud and he's grunting. My arse hole is so wide now from the severe fucking he's given me. He's about to cum. He thrusts as hard as he can and tells me he is coming. I can feel his cock pumping his poz cream into me. I'm pushing back accepting and absorbing all of his seed. He's totally drained of energy and sperm. He collapses on top of me. His cock, now flaccid slips out of my hole and he gets off me and begins to dress. I stay laying on my front until I hear the front door close. I take off the hood and run a hand down to my arse. My hole feels open and very wet. I want try and close my sphincter to keep his precious seed inside me. I look at my fingers and they're covered in his sperm and my blood. I wank myself off to an amazing orgasm knowing I'm no longer a virgin.

I can feel the stubble on his face between my arse cheeks. It feels like sandpaper, rough and in sharp contrast to his soft wet tongue as he softly licks around my hole. I have no idea what he looks like as the mask over my head is tied at the neck and allows only the smallest amount of light and no distinct vision of anything. Gently he pulls apart my cheeks with his fingers and pushes his tongue into my hole. It feels fantastic, like warm, wet silk. I'm trembling with anticipation and also because I'm a little afraid. I've dreamt of this for so long and now it's really going to happen. I can hear him taking something, from what sounds like, a cardboard packet, removing something from it and unscrewing a cap. I realise it's some form of lubricant as a finger touches my hole. It's cold, wet and slippery. He slowly rubs a finger around the edge of my hole then slowly pushes it in a little.

At 60 I've never had sex in a toilet (washroom in the US) until yesterday. I was looking up local cruising spots on the web last week and found a post saying he'd been to a local shopping centre and hooked up in the loo's there. I know all the local spots and this was completely new. I went in on a few occasions last week but there was no sign of anyone, probably because most guys are at work at the times I was going in. I kind of lost hope and thought it was misinformation but, went down yesterday in the late afternoon anyway as I was passing. I walked in but it was quiet, no one at all. So I had a pee and as I finished a guy walks in looks at me and goes into one of the eight cubicle toilets. I wash my hands and noticed he hadn't shit the cubicle door. I had to walk past it to get to the entrance and glanced in. He was standing facing the wall and appeared to be peeing however, he glanced over his shoulder at me and I saw his eyebrows raise slightly so I smiled back. He started to turn and I saw he had a bursting hard on. I walked onto the cubicle and grabbed his cock and we kissed. He was about 40 and not bad looking, slim build and as tall as me. He reached round and locked the cubicle door and asked what I was into. I said I'm versatile and he said he was a top and would love to fuck me. By now I was as horny as fuck and ducked down and began sucking his cut cock. He tasted great. He dropped his trousers and he was completely shaved. He began moving his cock, fucking my mouth very slowly and I encouraged him with my hands on his arse. After a few minutes he said he wanted to fuck me so I stood and dropped my trousers. I was prepared with a small bottle of poppers and a sachet of lube which is nearly always in my pocket. He took the sachet but refused the poppers as he said they have a adverse effect. I snorted the poppers as he lubed his cock then I turned round and I felt a lubed finger pushed gently into me. Then I felt the head of his cock being rimmed around my hole before being slowly inserted. It felt so good as he pushed himself into me and the poppers made me want him to fuck me and give me his load. He was gentle at first and asked if I was okay. Then he began to speed up into a nice rhythm. God it felt good. I snorted more poppers and he picked up the pace, thrusting his cock into my hole as deep as he could. I could tel he was close as his breathing became quicker and fucking more urgent. Suddenly he grunted as he pumped his hot load into my arse. He held it inside me as I finished myself off shooting a load over the toilet seat back. As I did so he was kissing my neck. We cleaned up and he said he'd seen me there the week before but was unsure if I was up for it or just using the loo. We may well meet again, I certainly hope so.

No. I should but I'm so horny I just can't wait to get naked and get cock in me.