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  My body was pinned under his, while he fucked my sloppy hole. He was whispering into my ear about how much he preferred me looser and that he was going to keep training me to be his personal fuck toy. Listening to him made my dick get hard again and I could feel the wetness of my jock's pouch pressed between the bed and my shaft, only making me harder.

  He lifted his hard torso off my back, and replaced the pressure with his forearms across my shoulder blades. "Change the porn, boy. I want something nasty to match your chasing cunt," he ordered. Pinned as I was, I could only move my arms over the bed, searching for his phone. I found it up by the pillows and pulled it towards me. It was unlocked already, so I could navigate it with ease. I found one of my preferred pozzing videos and selected it.

  "Yeah, good boy. I love this one. We could make our own version if you wanted. Post it online and let other bug chasers enjoy watching you get infected. Do you want that?" He asked.
  "Oh that's so hot, Sir. I wanna see you fuck my hole on film. Show everyone what a pig I am!" I told him as he fucked me hard. "You feel so good inside me, Sir. I love your dick. You're so thick, I love it."
  "I know you do, pig. Your cunt's so relaxed around me. Loose little pig boy. Fuck. You want another toxic load, pig? You gonna beg like the filthy bug chaser you are?" He suggested.
  "Poz me up, Sir!" I said, over the TV. "Give me your virus. I need it, Sir. I need to be a poz pig. Make me your loose poz pig, Sir. Fuck me up."
  "You're already a loose cunt, boy," he chuckled and pulled out. I moaned, feeling empty and craving something to be back inside me. I didn't have to wait long, as he straddled my legs and put his cock back up my hole.

  Moaning again, I heard him spit and felt it slap against my ring, before sliding slowly back inside. "Fucking slut. You feel so good, full of cum and loose as fuck. I love it. Fist pig getting pozzed. Fucking look at you, nasty cunt. I'm gonna bug you up. You want my bugs? Want my fucking bugs?" He was almost shouting as he thrusted his thick dick inside me.
  "Yes please, Sir. I want what you've got. Give it to me. Infect my hole, Sir. Bug my hole," I said back, matching his volume. "Give me your bugged up cum, fuck me with your diseased dick."

  He changed his pace often, slamming into me hard and fast for a couple of pumps and then slowly pushing as deep as he could, before sliding out completely and doing it over again. Without his arms or his weight pinning me down, I was able to lift myself onto my elbows and twist round to watch him work my cunt. I leant on one arm and reach back with the other, touching his chest, playing with his nipples and slipping a finger or two alongside his cock.

  "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me, Sir. You feel so good. You're making me feel so fucking good, Sir. Please don't stop. I need you to ruin me," I begged.
  "Mmm, good pig. Huff the poppers again. Relax like I'm fisting you again," he told me.
  I did as he had ordered and once I'd capped the bottle and twisted back to keep my hands on the god straddling me, he gave more instruction. "Now stretch your cunt, boy. Fingers in like before. Yeah, like that. Good boy. I said relax!" He yelled the last part, surprising me. I concentrated on my ass and let it loosen as much as I could, whilst pulling my fingers apart, to stretch myself.
  "Fuck yeah! Good boy. You'll make me cum if you keep it up. Do you want me to cum again?" He asked.
  "Yes, Sir. I want your cum inside me. I want your poison load. Please don't pull out!" I pleaded.
  "Oh you know I don't pull out boy. Especially not out of unprotected cunt like yours. You're gonna take my bug and you're gonna say thank you."

  I dropped my face into the bed and reached back to my hole with my other hand. I slipped my other two fingers in and pulled against my already stretched hole. I was opening myself up and I could hear the sloppy noises as Sir pumped into me. I begged some more. "Please infect me. Poz me, Sir. Give me the gift. Bug me up. I'm ready for it. Make me poz."
  "Bug chasing little pig. Listen to yourself. You're so fucking hot. Nasty cunt. You want my HIV? You wanna be HIV positive? No prep, raw fuckers like you get infected. You want my unmedicated viral load? Want it? Want it?" We spoke over each other, getting louder and louder until he lost all words and grunted in time with his thrusts.

  I knew he'd cum again, but I couldn't move with him sat on top of my legs, so I stayed where I was. He kept his dick balls deep, against my fingers. "Fucking hell, boy. You're perfect. I can't believe I found a bug chaser like you," he said. He pushed his hands into the bed and lifted himself off my legs, pulling his dick out slowly. I felt the slickness of a new load coating him, as he glided past my fingers and out of my hole.

  "Thank you, Sir." I said, slinking myself off the bed and onto the floor, turning over as I moved. I grabbed his balls and swallowed his dick, making his body quake above me. He tasted amazing, as usual. As I cleaned him, I felt his hands on my head and heard him moaning quietly. After a few seconds, he pulled me off him.
  "Don't swallow," he said, as he got down on his knees and kissed me.

  I huffed on the bottle of poppers like my life depended on them. I was three big hits in before I felt Sir's hands on my hole. One flick of fingers upwards and he plunged them in. I moaned like a bitch in heat and he hummed his approval.
  "Good boy, four down to the knuckle in one. I love your loose cunt, pig," he said as he twisted his hand back and forth a little. "Take another hit, you're getting the full fist next."

  I did as I was told, breathing deeply in through my nostril and holding it in. I waited, but he didn't change what he was doing, so I took another deep hit. He slowly pulled out as I sniffed the bottle and held his fingers at my hole, waiting for me to finish my hit. I held for a few seconds before I exhaled and my top started pushing his hand inside me. I groaned loudly, again. I panted as he got to his knuckles and he spat on both his hand and my hole again.
  "You can take it, boy. Relax that pig hole for me." His fist slid in, stretching me wide. "Good, boy. Now just enjoy the ride."

  He worked slowly, at first. He swapped hands, once I was loose enough for him to fuck me properly, spitting at my cunt the whole time. I realised that I didn't even want the lube I'd left in the car, I was enjoying the spit a cum cocktail being worked into my hole walls. I was moaning in ecstasy, loving every movement of the man behind me. After a while, he sped up his fist fuck of my hole. My moans turned into growls and I melted further into the bed. I followed his instructions, but could barely move without an order. More poppers, push back, relax, push my hole out, lift my cunt back up.

  He kept me on my knees for a long time, working my hole wide. "You're so fucking sloppy, pig. I'm working those loads in so deep." He slipped fingers from both hands inside me and pulled them apart. "Look at that cunt, boy!" He slipped them both back out and hooked them around my hips and lifted, "come on, boy, give me your cunt. Keep it nice and high for me, I like watching your dick drip. It's not stopped leaking. And through your jock. So fucking hot."

  I followed his instructions, pulling my knees closer together and propping my ass in the air for him. I took the opportunity to look back, under my body and saw what he had told me about my dick. I was soft in my  jock, but there was a clear string of pre-cum connected to a wet pool on the bed beneath me. I had no idea before, but I loved it now. I moaned my pleasure for him, as I felt his hands leave my hips and anticipated his fists. Instead, his hands reached to the pool of pre-cum on the bed and scooped what he could, then swirled them in the string coming from my jock.

  "This should be nice a slick for that cunt, pigboy," he said to me. I felt his fingers pushing into me and I moaned at the knuckles forcing their way in. I could feel the slimy pre-cum from my own dick and I loved it. I hit the poppers without instruction and let my hole relax around his wrist. He twisted his hand, clenched it into a fist and started to pull out. This was the most he had stretched me so far. I didn't know if this was more or less than the double fuck I'd enjoyed earlier, but I loved it all the same. I growled as I felt myself stretch open and I heard it matched with a growl of his own.
  "That's fucking hot, I'm gonna punch you now. Hit the poppers again." He played inside me whilst I took three more hits and made myself dizzy holding them. Once I had exhaled the last hit, I felt his clenched fist at my hole. I didn't think he'd ever manage it, but he pushed in so hard that my hole gave way willingly and he made it all the way in. The noise I had made was somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a yelp of pain. I wanted him to do it again and I knew I didn't have to ask.

  He started punch fisting me slowly, like he had started. I enjoyed feeling so wide and open, but didn't think he'd get back in with a full fist every time. He didn't fail once, but I was still disbelieving each punch. After a few minutes, I felt him pick up his pace. He was still going slow and controlling my poppers, for which I was grateful, but I could feel myself pushing back against him now. I was craving more.

  "Such a fist pig. Glad I found you, boy. I'm gonna do some hard and fast ones, get ready. Two more hits." I hit the brown bottle and relaxed my hole for him. I was almost disappointed when I felt his fingers and not his clenched fist. I wasn't disappointed for long, as he meant what he had said. 'Hard and fast' was right. I was no longer growling, but whining. He went in and out faster than I could process, whilst he counted. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten." He stopped there and asked "how was that, boy?"
  I whined and panted before I got any words out. "Amazing, Sir. Fuck. You're wrecking me."
  "Yeah I am, boy. You've got a great cunt. Loose and ready for anything. And you've not bled today, your cunt is fucking amazing. Ten more." He counted ten more fast, alternating each hand he fucked me with, leaving me almost flat on the bed.

  "Lift up, boy," he told me. I did my best, but needed his help. My legs were shaking like never before, I'm surprised they held me at all. "I'm gonna try one last thing for that cunt of yours right now. Not sure if you'll be able to take it, so hit those poppers again. Four big hits, go on."
  I hit the brown bottle again, my head spinning as he told me to hold the last hit. I felt his fingers go in, but his thumb and he stopped at the knuckles. I wondered what he was about to try, keeping my hole as loose as I could. His dick touched my hole and I realised what was about to happen. My dick started growing immediately in anticipation. I hoped I could take it, I loved someone fisting and fucking me at the same time, but his dick was so thick I didn't know if it would work. I promised myself it would and I hit the poppers again.

  "That's right, boy. Get ready." He pushed forward, his dick sliding inside me with ease and we both moaned our pleasure out loud. He pumped back and forth, while he moved his hand up and down his shaft at the same time. My hole was loose, but this was a tight fit. I could feel his thumb straining to get in and he seemed stuck at the knuckles, unable to go further.
  "Fuck boy, I think I'm being too eager. You need a bit more prep for that," pulling his hand out and plunging his dick in, down to his balls. He leaned forward, hovering his torso over my back and lay down on top of me. My legs couldn't hold him, I collapsed into the bed and turned to look at him. Before I could speak, one of his hands was stuffed in my mouth, covered in my pre-cum, his spit and the cum I'd taken earlier. I savoured the taste of my hole, cleaning his hand to the best of my ability. He kept fucking me into the bed, whilst I found myself licking from his wrist to his fingertips.

 "Thank you, Sir." I said. I felt so piggy, so turned on by the way he treated me. I wanted more and not just his strain. I think I wanted him. "I fucking love this, you're making me such a pig."
  "This isn't my doing, boy. You're a pig all on your own, you're just with an equally nasty pig right now. We're nasty fuckers and we're letting ourselves enjoy each other." He said, making me blush somehow.
  "I want you to mark me. Make me yours, Sir." I begged him.
  "You're gonna be mine, don't worry, pig. You're gonna have my mark inside you forever, once I'm done. You're gonna keep coming back to me for the next few months, until I've pozzed you up. Aren't you, boy?" He asked me.
  "Yes, please, Sir. That's what I want. I want you to poz me. Please? Please infect me. I want it to be you. Stretch my cunt out and poz it up."
  "You fuckin' bet, boy."

  "Yes please, Sir." I answered into his shoulder.
  "You want another toxic load, boy?" He pushed.
  "Yes, Sir. I want another toxic load."

  I felt hands push my shoulders up, where my body came back to me. I started riding slowly, enjoying the wetness around my gifter's shaft. Grunts and moans from the man beneath me, as I got more energetic with my efforts. I picked up the small brown bottle again, but before I could uncap it I was flipped over in one, smooth motion.

  I had let out a small yelp, not expecting the manhandling I had been the vitctim of and was answered with a silent smile. His bearded mouth spat forcefully into my face, covering me. My eyes flickered shut, before I opened my mouth wide. Another string of saliva was dropped onto my tongue and I was told to hold it there. I kept my tongue extended, as I revelled in the sensation of my gifter's spit roll down to the back of my throat. "Swallow," he told me. I did, my dick pulsing in unison.

  "Come and suck my dick," he said to me, pulling his dick out of me and stepping back.
  I followed his body, rolling my self off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I lifted my hand to his balls to hold him still while I worked, being rewarded with the smell of his sweat. Before I put my mouth over his fat dick, I moved my nose to the space between his balls and his thigh, inhaling as if I were sniffing on the popper bottle. He smelled amazing, perfect even. This was the smell of a man who had worked all day and hadn't showered since the night before. My dick pulsed again, straining against my jockstrap pouch. I sniffed again and again, before I was told to stop.

  "I said suck my dick, not smell my balls, boy." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking me in the eye. "Good to know you love my man smells, though. You can enjoy yourself later. Now, suck my dick!" He had issued an order and guided my face to the tip of his shining dick, allowing no deviance from his instructions. I covered my teeth with my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking his cock as deep as I could. I relaxed around him, my hands on his firm, round buttocks as I tasted myself and the stranger's cum.

  We moaned in pleasure together, revelling in filth. "Such a pig," he said. "You fucking love it, don't you?"
  "Mmhm," I murmured back to him.
  "You're a nasty little bug hole, can't get enough, can you? Bug pig!" He claimed, pulling my head backwards by my hair again. He spat in my face again. My dick pulsed. "Get back on the bed. On your back."

  As I stood, his hands grabbed my face and pulled me to his own. I was kissed, deeply and passionately. I kissed back with the same fervour, enjoying the intimacy and wrapping my arms around his defined torso.
  "On the bed!" He almost yelled at me, breaking the kiss and pushing me backwards.
  I almost fell on the bed, lifting myself up and little and grabbing the back of my knees to expose my hole for him. "Good boy," he said. The gifter dropped down to one knee and buried his face between my cheeks and started lapping at my loose hole.

  "Oh fuck, Sir. Ugh, you make me feel so good." I whined. My hands fell to the back of his head without me realising what I'd done. He continued to work his tongue on and in my hole for a couple of minutes, before opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on my hole. I felt my ring pulse outwards and into his opened mouth. I also felt something escape my hole without my permission.  He broke contact, ignoring my hands and standing up.

  He leaned over me and initiated another kiss, this time he released cum into my mouth, kissing me sloppily. While we were sharing cum from my hole, I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and pushing in. I moaned into his mouth, my arms around his neck as he began moving his hips back and forth. He broke the kiss, two strings keeping us connected as he leaned back to gain more leverage for his thrusts.

  "You're a dirty pigboy. Tell me you want my load," he said.
  "I want your load, Sir. I want your bugged up cock." I told him.
  "Fuck yeah you do. Only bug chasers come back a second time. Tell me you're a bug chaser. I want to hear you say it."
  I admitted it out loud. "I'm a bug chaser. I'm chasing your STDs, Sir. I want HIV. Infect me, convert me."
  "Fuck. Fuck, boy." He stretched out each word, just as he was stretching out my hole. "I'm gonna get you, you nasty little bitch. I'm gonna poz you up."

  As we got verbal with each other, he slipped two fingers alongside his dick, eliciting a deeper moan from me. He pulled out within seconds, lifting his cum laden fingers to my mouth. "Taste them, boy. Enjoy toxic cum."
  I obliged, opening wide and sucking his fingers dry before swallowing what he had fed me.

  "Please poz me, Sir. I need it. I can't think of anything else. I want your toxic load, Sir. Knock me up. Please?" I begged him as he fucked me.
  "Huff some poppers, boy. I want you loose. You feel so good right now. Looser than last time, you're amazing. Your cunt's so talented, boy. Loosen up like I'm fisting you." He said.

  I unscrewed the lid from the bottle I was still holding and started to inhale.
  "One. Hold," he commanded, taking control. "Release. Two. Deeper. Hold. Two, three, four, five. Release. Deeper this time, three. Hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, keep going boy, nine, ten, release! Good boy! Good boy," he praised me, as I panted in fresh air. "Relax that cunt, you're getting bred."

  I had been concentrating on my hole the entire time he was directing my poppers use, but now I dropped my head back onto the bed, let my calves fall onto his shoulders and left my hands gently on his neck. I let my hole relax completely, enjoying the noise we were making together. I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the man giving me everything he had. His muscles were tense, working hard and his skin was dripping sweat onto me. I moved my hands over him, feeling his slicked down body hair and encouraging his efforts.

  I decided to encourage him verbally, too. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Tell me when you're coming. Don't pull out. I want that poz load, Sir. I want it balls deep. Give me that toxic cum. Convert me. Make me yours. Make me your boy. Infect me. Give me that HIV, Sir. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, Sir! Knock me up" I begged him, over and over. I said everything I could imagine to egg him on.

  He didn't take much longer, once I'd started the poz verbal. I almost matched up to the porn in the background.
  "Ugh, unh. Huhh, fuck boy. You're making me cum. You're gonna get it. Take my toxic load, boy. Get pozzed you pig chaser," he grunted as his thrusting faltered, stopped and then continued slowly. "I'm gonna convert you, boy. You're my chaser," he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his sweaty body, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his head.
  "I'm your chaser, Sir. My cunt is yours," I promised.
  "I don't want you taking any other loads, until we know you're poz. Are you okay with that?" He asked me.
  "Yes Sir, I'm okay with that." I answered. "Will you be arranging another surprise for me?"
  "No. That was a one off. He wanted to join in, have his chance. He took a while to poz me, so I doubt he's gonna get you from that one fuck. You didn't bleed from the double fuck we gave you. You're all mine."

  I could hear the grin in his voice as he said the last sentence. We lay for a few minutes, his weight on top of me as we came down from our high. His dick started to soften and slowly drew back from my hole, before he pulled back and stood up. "Clean my dick, pig," he said.
  I immediately rolled from my position and onto my knees, to dutifully clean my top, in thanks for his load inside me.
  "Did you bring lube?" He asked.
  I stopped my service and looked up at him. "I left it in the car, Sir! I need to go get it!" I half shouted.
  "Too late for that, boy. On the bed, on your knees. I'm gonna work those loads in again. Relax," he issued his instructions one by one. As I followed them, I heard him spitting on his hands.

  Over the next two days, all I could think about was the man I'd hooked up with. Flashes of his face in front of mine, his body over me and the taste of my blood on his cock returned to me whilst I was at work. He was all I could think about. I spent my evenings riding dick and searching for poz cock. I was turning down tops because they were neg. I craved more.

  As I was leaving work on Monday night, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it as I said goodbye to everyone, left the building and got into my car. I pulled my phone out, before I turned the engine on. I saw a message from the top I'd met, who I'd saved in my phone as "GG," for Gift Giver. The message read 'hard day im horny you free for more poz??' Electricity ran through my body, making my dick hard and my brain useless. I replied to him. 'Yes, sir. I've only just got off work, I need to head home and clean up before I can get to you. It will take me half an hour to get to you, once I'm done. Is that okay?'

  I set off driving faster than I usually would, feeling desperation to meet the man who had started changing me. I didn't live far from work, my office only being fifteen minutes away. I didn't check the time when I'd got home and almost snapped my key in the lock, trying to speed up every action on my way. I knew I'd got home in record time, almost running a red light. I had to get to him, I needed his dick. I needed another load.

  I got a message after I'd cleaned out and got in the shower. Before I dried myself I tried to read it, but the water on my hands made my phone unresponsive. I dried off, telling myself to take my time. After what had felt like a lifetime, I got my hands back on my phone to read the message he'd sent back to me: 'take your time boy ill wait. Let me know when your setting off'.

  My body felt the same electricity as before. I'd worked my hole the last two nights thinking of this god of a man, hoping it wasn't a one off. My dick sprung up as I dressed myself, making me realise I wouldn't need that much. I pulled a jockstrap on, with jeans over the top and a simple t-shirt to cover my top half. Plenty. I picked up my keys before sending a message to my gift giver, 'Setting off in 2 minutes. Any instructions?' I didn't have to wait long before I got a reply, 'bring poppers and lube if you want it.'

  Before I left, I grabbed an unopened bottle of poppers and some silicon lube. Gun Oil was a great option for fisting, hoping I'd be able to feel his wrists again. I'd also used some scissors to take the plastic seal off of the fresh poppers. I was determined to enjoy myself. I ran down to my car, started the engine and set off to the nameless top's apartment. My dick got hard multiple times during my journey. I kept thinking of our last encounter, trying not to use my off hand to rub my dick.

  Once I'd arrived, I pulled my phone out and sent a new message, 'Here, sir. Same as last time?' I took my time getting out of my car letting my jeans slip down, exposing the top band of my jock hoping someone might see. I felt like a slut, but enjoying it. ~bzzt~ I grabbed my phone before the vibration had stopped, 'leave the door open'. I read it three times, figuring that I was to strip at the door and head into the bedroom, but leave the door as I found it. My mind raced. Had he invited another top? My dick got hard again, but I ignored it, trapped in my jock's pouch. Now wasn't the time.

  I moved towards the front door, locked my car and pocketed my keys. The door was still unmanned and the door to my left was ajar, same as last time. I pushed the door open, but only half closed it, as instructed. Taking off my clothes, I left my jockstrap on as I grabbed my poppers and walked down the hallway and into the bedroom illuminated by porn. 

  The same compilation was playing on the TV behind me, I heard familiar videos. My new favourite person was in the same position as I'd met him in; sat on the wide, padded chair next to his bed, legs spread and cock erect, working it slowly.
  "I told you to strip last time. Jockstrap wasn't part of it," he said sternly.
  I paused before hooking my thumbs over the waistband and starting to pull it down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't think," I blabbered at him.
  "Keep it!" He shouted, before I had pulled it down too far. "Put it back on. I like it. Just let me know, next time. I didn't tell you to wear anything. You're lucky I like it," he warned.
  I blushed and moved forward again. Lifting my hand, I showed him the fresh poppers I'd brought with me, as he'd asked. I hoped he'd be placated by my following of one of his demands.
  "Huff them. Suck me."

  Shaking the bottle, I opened it and sniffed at the bottle's rim as hard as I could. Once I'd taken three hits, I dropped to my knees and started working my mouth down the thickest cock I'd known. I struggled to begin with, forgetting just how wide this man's dick was. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, letting my spit dribble past my lips and onto his shaft.  Moving my head down and wrapping my lips around my teeth, I sucked his beer can cock for all I was worth.

  "That's enough lube," I heard. I pulled my self up and off his member, as I looked up at him through watery eyes. "You look so good like that, boy. Choking on my dick. I'm gonna fuck you," he said to me.
  I could barely respond. Instead, I nodded at him and grabbed the poppers to make it easier for myself. Two more hits as I stood and pivoted to the bed. "On my back, or on my front, Sir?" I asked, hesitating before I climbed up.
  "Neither. You're gonna ride me," he said. The top grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, sliding past my chest. He paused for a second to lift my chin and kiss me, before using his elbows to move backwards onto the bed and using a finger to beckon me to him.
  I followed his finger over his thighs, his hard, shiny dick and meeting him face to face for another passionate kiss.

  "Part of me didn't expect you to reply. I didn't know if you'd chicken out for a second round. I was worried you'd gone for PEP."
  I shook my head, "no, Sir. I've been horny since I left on Saturday." I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over my hole, before I lifted his impressive cock upwards to line up with myself. As I felt us both line up, I pushed down onto him. "Ohh," I moaned, as he stretched me open. "You're so thick, Sir. Thank you."
  Pushing down more, I felt my ass cheeks reach his pelvis. He was balls deep inside me already. I was glad that I'd spent our time apart on toys.

  "You're a good little cunt," he said to me, looking me in the eye. "Tell me you've come back for another toxic load, boy. Tell me you're a filthy bug chaser. Are you on prep?"
  "No, Sir. No prep for my hole. I want more toxic cum, I've come to get your dirty load, Sir. I'm a filthy bug chaser," I replied. My dick was straining in my jockstrap, leaking precum into the fabric.
  "Mmm, fuck yeah. Dirty little bitch. Fuck yeah," he muttered. His arms moved under my legs, half supporting me as I rode him. "Loose cunt's my favourite. Love when a boy can take my dick like you. Fuck yes, boy!" He went on and on, making my dick hard.

  "Tell me you're infecting me, Sir," I begged. I wanted to hear him say it again. "Toxic precum in my hole?" I asked.
  "That's right, bug hole. I'm pumping toxic precum inside you. I'm not gonna pull out. And I've got a surprise for you, boy. Tell me you want a surprise tonight."
  My legs worked up and down, pumping his dick with my hole as I spoke. "I want you inside me, Sir. Don't pull out, give me that surprise, Sir. I'll take it." I lifted my hands off the bed and onto his muscly chest, starting to move my thumbs over his nipples.
  "Good boy. Just keep riding. Play with my tits. Good boy," he said and we lapsed into nothing but moans and kisses for the next few minutes.

  The door closed behind me. I was still riding and I leaned up and stopped moving. I looked down at the man beneath me, not knowing what to do. "Keep going," he said to me. I did as I was told, feeling fear. I knew my hole had tightened up in the moment of panic and I tried to relax. Deciding to obey, I reached for the little brown bottle and huffed twice, before capping it and returning to our previous rhythm.

  Footsteps behind me told me we weren't alone.
  "Nice." I heard behind me, keeping my eyes on my gifter's fact. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the man who entered the room.
  "Welcome back," my top said with a grin.
  "Thanks. Glad to see you're sharing my strain."
  "Fuck yeah, I told you I wanted to gift. He's my first. Help me," the man beneath me said, with a sinister grin. He looked back at me and said, "This is your surprise. I invited my gifter to give you a dose, boy. Enjoy us both. Now don't move."

  I did as I was told, I steadied myself, as far down my top's dick I could get. Starting with a deep breath, I inhaled the poppers again. I continued as I listened to the man behind me undressing and spitting on his dick. On the fifth huff, I felt another dick pressing against my hole. I did my best to relax and let him in, holding myself in position at the same time.

  "Ahh!" I cried, feeling a second man push inside me. "Fuck!"
  "Like that boy? Two poz dicks?" The man behind asked. "I pozzed the bloke under you. He's got a fat cock. Knew he'd make a good gifter. Glad I got him. Glad he invited me to fuck the fist cunt he found. Nice cunt," he said into my ear before he started fucking me hard.
  I was reduced to a moaning lump. I could barely move, collapsed on my dom's chest.

  My top whispered in my ear, as he slowly and gently moved his hips. "Just relax boy, take another hit of poppers." He fed me poppers whilst I was pinned between his and his gifter's chests. "Enjoy this, boy. What could be better than poz cock?" He asked, with a smug tone. "Two poz cocks," he answered himself with a chuckle.
  I nodded whilst I moaned in pleasure, unable to do anything else. I huffed poppers and obeyed. I enjoyed the sensation of two bare dicks inside me at the same time, stretching me out. I'd felt similar from a fist, but nothing quite captured the same sensation. Both men moved at different speeds and force, making it completely different from taking a fist or big toy. I never wanted it to end.

  "I'm getting close," I heard from the man behind me. "I'm gonna cum. Tell me you want it, cunt!"
  Assuming it was supposed to be me, I mustered up the words. "I want your cum. Breed me!"
  He forced his dick as deep as he could get it before grunting for a few moments. "Take it. Take it. I'm so fucking poz. Take it."
  I moaned as he thrust in and spoke as he pulled out, "Thank you. Thank you for that poz load." I kissed the man I was still riding.
  "You're welcome, slut. I hope you get my strain. From me or him. Good luck, chaser slut," he said before dressing quickly and leaving again.

  We heard the door open and close again while we were kissing. "Thank you, Sir. That was a great surprise. Was he really your gifter?"I asked.
  "Yeah. He fucked me poz," he replied with grin. "I fucking loved double fucking you like that. Your cunt felt great. Do you want another load?"

  I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains. I was alone in the bed. I rolled onto my back and stretched wide, euphoric from the attentions the night before. Reaching for my , I checked the time. It was 11am. My phone had a message from a friend and only social media notifications otherwise. I replied to my friend, omitting my night time adventures and telling her I'd meet her the next day.

  I got out of the stranger's bed and started up the hallway. I could smell bacon. I walked past the bathroom and to the door opposite my entry to the apartment. I don't know why I didn't stop to dress, ignoring my clothes still in a heap by the front door. As I walked through the open doorway, I saw an open plan living room and kitchen with the man I'd met stood at the far end, over a stove. Two plates were on the counter next to him filled with everything constituting a "full English."

  "Morning," I said into the room.
  He jumped, startled by my announcement. "Shit!" He cried, almost spilling the pan he held. "You're like a ninja! I didn't hear you at all."
  "Sorry," I said, noticing that he was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. "I didn't mean to scare you. Should I get dressed?" I asked.
  "No, I like you like that. Besides, you don't have time. Breakfast is served."

  I stood still while he fished fried eggs out of the pan, dabbed them dry on kitchen paper and moved them to the plates to his side. "Sit," he said, waving his hand at me. I turned, seeing a small table with two chairs under a window. I walked to the table and sat in one of the leather covered chairs. Part of me was relieved that the chairs were leather. I was worried my slick cheeks would stain a cloth covered chair, or that my hole would leak on them with the same result.

  "You don't have to eat it all," I was told. "I can save it for another meal."
  The plate put on the table in front of me was heaped with food. I was hungry and so I dived right in. We ate in silence, enjoying the meal. I was beginning to realise I liked the man across the small table from me. I had to be careful, cautioning myself not to dive in head first.

  "I love a boy with an appetite," he told me, as I finished eating. I'd only left bacon and beans.
  "Thank you. I'm stuffed," I said. "Sorry that I couldn't finish it all."
  "You're very welcome, boy. Don't worry, I'll eat the left overs," he replied. He grabbed our plates and moved them to the kitchen counters, before moving back to me at the table. "Come sit on the couch with me," he said, pulling at my hand.
  I followed him across the room and sat next to him on a handsome couch. Picking up a TV remote, he pressed a couple of buttons and lit up the screen opposite us.

  We bot sat in silence, watching the mid-morning programs for a while. I shivered, starting to feel the cold. "Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry, boy. I didn't realise you'd get so chilly. Come here," leaning to me and grabbing me. He pulled me over with little effort, to sit in his lap. I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his legs around mine. I could feel my dick beginning to stiffen, but I tried to ignore it.

  "You like sitting on my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear.
  "You turn me on, Sir. I'm sorry," I apologised. "I didn't mean to get aroused."
  "Don't be sorry. I like it." He told me. "Touch yourself. Show me how I turn you on."
  I obeyed. I grabbed my dick and pumped it slowly. I moved my right hand to my nipple to pinch and twist it. From no where a bottle touched my nose, so I inhaled through one nostril and then the next.
  "Good boy," I was told. I leaned my head back, hoping for a kiss. "Stop." I did. "Off the couch. On your knees."

  I stopped and slid off the couch, spinning onto my knees.
  Looking up to his face, he was grinning at me. "Take off my shorts for me," he commanded. I reached forward and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. There was nothing else to hold, so I pulled down and over his knees, leaving him naked below the waist. The man in front of me had lifted the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his head, discarding it behind me.
  In the daylight, I saw how beautiful he really was. Muscled but not lean and hairy from head to toe. 'Muscle bear' in every sense of the term. I finally noticed a small tattoo just under his belly button. A biohazard in black ink.

  "You have a biohazard?" I asked.
  "Yeah, boy. Didn't you see it last night?" He answered, cocky.
  "It was too dark. And it's covered by your hair."
  He chuckled. "Yeah, that's by design. Do you like it?"
  "Yes, Sir. I wish I'd known," I said. I moved my face towards it, kissing and licking at the mark, I spat on it and sucked at the warning.

  "Enough. Work my cock," he ordered.
  I moved down, working his thick dick instead. His hands were already on the back of my head before I was halfway down. I tried to move slowly, as to not upset the meal he'd just made me, but I was forced to work faster.
  I eventually put my hands on his inner thighs. "Stop. I can't!" I shouted. "I'll be sick."
  "Aw, boy. I'm sorry. You should have said. Get up. On the couch. Ass out."

  I followed his instructions. I got up wiping the spit off my mouth and chin on the way, smearing it onto my hole as I moved. I placed my knees on the front of the couch, facing the back and resting my elbows there.
  Again, a bottle of poppers was produced and placed under my nose. I took deep breaths, two from each nostril before I felt a thick dick at my hole again.

  "You're still up for this, boy? Another toxic load?" He asked me.
  "Yes, sir. I'm a chaser. Fuck me up." I told him.

  I realised that I wished I knew his name, as he pushed inside my loose hole. I moaned as his balls reached my taint. I loved his dick, I wanted it balls deep every time. "Fuck me," I begged.
  "Mmm. You like this dick, don't you?" He taunted. "You want this thick cock inside you, boy. Say it."
  "I want your thick, toxic cock inside me, Sir. I want you." I said.
  "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty little chaser."

  He started to fuck me in earnest. Similar to last night's energy, but mostly in silence. I decided to take the reigns and asked him, "How did you get pozzed, Sir? Tell me about your chase."
  "Oh fuck, you really are nasty." He said. I felt his hands slide around my throat and start to gently choke me when he spoke again, thrusting the whole time. "I'm mostly top, boy. I like being in charge, but I realised I could be more controlling. I knew I needed to get pozzed, so I could poz the boys I wanted. Boys like you. I can control bug chasers, if I can bug you up.
  "I found myself a gifter and asked him to fuck me. I got him over and asked him to poz me. Simple as that, boy. Same as you're doing now. It took a few months but he got me, boy. My tests showed up poz a couple months ago. Six times. I took six loads of his dirty poz cum, boy. Six toxic loads over 3 months," he explained.

  "So fucking hot, Sir. I want your strain. Make me your boy," I begged.
  "You fucking bet, boy," he said.

 My gifter leaned in as he spoke, thrusting harder and quicker. I knew he was about to cum, so I reached my hands back and pulled the back of his thighs. "Cum inside me again, Sir. Poz me. Share your gift, Sir. Please? Please?" I begged again.
  "It's fucking yours, boy. Unh, Uhh." With two last pumps, he lay forward and on top of me. "You're gonna get it, boy. I'm not gona fuck anyone else until I know I've infected you. I want you as my first." He said.
  I didn't move, my dick still hard and leaking. "Fuck yes, Sir. My hole is yours. I want you to poz me. My cunt's all yours, Sir," I promised.
  "Good lad. Now clean me up, then get dressed. I've got stuff to do."

  I woke up cold. We'd drifted off, after our exertions and hadn't gotten underneath the duvet. I lay there, unsure of what to do. Should I wake him, or snuggle closer and his body to keep me warm? Either way I needed to use the bathroom first. I tried to extract myself from his arms without waking him, but I was unsuccessful. The man I'd met hours earlier stirred and spoke to me.

  "Are you leaving?" He asked me.
  "No, I just need to piss," I answered, getting off the bed.
  "First door you come to," he told me. "Are you cold? I'm freezing," he said, moving to get under the blanket.

  I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, finding the first door in the darkness. The light made me recoil, blinded. I relieved myself and wondered what time it was. After I'd finished, I left the light on and went to my clothes, still in a pile by the door into the apartment. I fished my phone out of my pocket; 3.3am. I didn't make much sense of the timing. I was so tired, maybe we'd stayed up longer than I'd thought. I did work 3 loads out of the man.

  I walked back to the bedroom, feeling a chill creeping in. The room was dark as I dropped my phone onto the padded chair next to the bed and climbed under the covers. I shuffled towards the man who'd bred me only an hour or so before.
  "Welcome back." His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his body. "You're freezing!" He exclaimed. "You should have said something."
  "I only just woke up," I told him as my body shuddered, accepting the warmth under the blanket and a man against me.

  It was still dark when I woke up. I'd drifted off again. This time my dick was hard and I could feel another hard dick against my butt cheeks. I moved, pushing my back and my ass into my new dom.
  "I was hoping you'd wake up soon," he whispered in my ear. He moved his arm on top of me up, licked his fingers and moved it back underneath the covers.
  "Unhh," was all I could manage, as his fingers rubbed his spit across my hole.

  I felt his hand move off my ass before his thick cock pushed against me. I relaxed my hole and angled myself towards him, to make it easier for myself. My hand moved towards the seat, trying to find the bottle of poppers. I found my phone, dragging it towards me, before dropping it and moving my hand back. Finding the small brown bottle, I snapped my hand to my nose. His fat dick was already inside me when I was uncapping the poppers, frantically seeking help.

  "Huff those poppers, boy." I was ordered. "Deep breaths."
  I didn't know how he could see me, but I did as I was told. I sniffed deep and hard at the bottle under my nose twice, before capping them and thrusting my hips back towards the dick inside me. 

  We both moved slowly, enjoying a slower fuck. I moaned and grunted, enjoying his thick raw dick. "Thank you, Sir. I fucking love you inside me," I said.
  "Mhmm. Yeah, you like raw dick, don't you? Tell me you love it raw."
  "Raw is law, Sir. I love it raw. I haven't used a rubber since I was 20." I confessed.
  "Good boy. Good boy," he said, each word longer than the last.

  Our hips thrust against each other for a long time. I was starting to tire out when I heard him say "I'm gonna have to crank it up a notch if you want another load, boy."
  "How do you want me?" I asked.
  "On your front, don't move."
  I rolled onto my front, away from him. His dick slipped out, making me moan. I kept my body still as I reached for the poppers again. My top moved over me, lining his dick up to my hole, still under the duvet. Cold air rushed in at my back, as he lifted himself off me and I started inhaling the poppers.

  "You want another toxic load, boy?"
  I answered as I exhaled. "Yes, sir. Knock me up."
  He pushed inside as I exhaled again. "You're gonna get it, gonna get infected. You want me to convert you?"
  "Yes, please. Give me what you got, I need it, poz me up, Sir," I begged.

  The man on top of me started to pound at my hole. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he talked dirty to me. "I'm gonna give you my bugs. You're gonna get it, boy. Tell me you want HIV. Beg me for a poz load."
  I obeyed every instruction. I kept my body still, whilst he fucked me hard and fast, replying to his poz verbal. "Give me everything, Sir. Give it to me. I want HIV, infect me. I need poz cum!"

  After a few minutes, I felt him shudder. He thrust deep and hard, then lay down on top of me. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up over us both. A few minutes more, he spoke to me, "Suck me clean, boy. I thought you liked ass to mouth?"
  I pulled his cock out of my hole and shuffled down the bed to find his softening member. I opened my mouth and enveloped him, tasting his toxic cum and my bloody cunt. I couldn't taste much blood, wondering if I'd dodged the bullet tonight. 'Time will tell,' I told myself.

  Slinking back up the bed. hoping to be spooned for the rest of the night, I was met with a white plastic strip in front of me. "You're neg, boy. Your test is negative."
  "I'd almost forgot we did that," I said, moving my back against his chest.
  "Me, too... I'm glad you're neg. I hope I get to change that," he said, before throwing the test onto the chair and wrapping his arms around me.

  We lay together in silence for 20 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track of time. My dick was still hard and ready for more, but was starting to relax. I decided to keep myself hard, in hope of coaxing more from the man cuddling me. I started to pump my dick, slowly.
  "Are you still hard?" I was asked.
  "Yeah. I usually stay hard, after I cum," I replied.
  "That's hot, not many guys can claim that. I don't bottom too often, but I'd love a multi-cummer."
  I didn't know what to say. I blushed, facing away from him, whilst he cradled me. "Maybe if I get to top you in the future, I can show you what it's like?"
  "I'd like that a lot." He told me.

  We lay together for a while in silence, before I decided to break it. "When did you get pozzed?" I asked.
  "One test had a vague red line about six weeks ago. I had a solid red line a month ago. I think I was properly poz probably about two months ago. It's hard to say. I only did home tests," he explained.
  "Only home tests?" I asked, surprised. He had seemed so confident earlier in the evening.
  "Yeah. I still have them. Let me show you," his tone was eager.

  The top peeled away from me and rolled over the bed. Opening a draw, reaching inside and rummaging around, he fished out a couple items and rolled back across the bed towards me. Wrapping one arm back under me and the other over me, he released a handful of small white objects onto the bed in front of me.
  "These are my tests," I was told.
  There were four, small, rectangular objects in front of me. They looked like covid testing strips. My stomach dropped, as I understood what was in front of me. HIV home tests.
  "What order do they go in?" I asked, hoping he'd lay them out for me.
  His hands started moving, one trapped under me. Shuffling the pieces around, lifting each one up past my face and up to his own, I watched intently.

  A timeline was written out in front of me. One single red line, followed by another single red line. A faint second red line and a solid second red line. Silence followed his final movements.

  "Are you okay?" He asked me.
  "Yeah... I didn't expect this sort of confirmation, to be honest." I answered.
  "Are you sure you're okay?" I was asked again.
  I turned over and put my lips to his. Breaking the kiss, I spoke. "I'm okay." I told him, "Your profile was honest and I messaged you. I initiated." I paused. "I'm okay."
  We stayed there for a while, cradling each other.

  "Do you have another?" I asked.
  "Another load? Of course!" He answered, moving his hands and his body against mine.
  My dick responded instantly, but I spoke to him instead, "I meant another test, Sir." I encouraged his movements, frotting my dick against his.
  "I think I have one that I didn't need," He said. "Don't move," he told me, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room.
 
 I lay still on his bed, waiting for his return. It wasn't long before he returned to the porn-lit room, his dick hard and bouncing between his legs, with each step. "You need to prick a finger, boy!" He sounded excited.
  "I've not done one before, Sir," I told him.
  "That's okay, I only did one when I started chasing, too."
  I stared at him. I didn't expect him to be a chaser, let alone a successful chaser. I was dumbstruck. The bear grabbed my hard dick, pumped it once and shuffled closer across the bed to me.
  "Don't be so shocked, boy. How do you think I got pozzed in the first place? It wasn't an accident," he said, almost whispering into my ear.
  "How do I do it?" I asked. I realised instantly that I wanted a series of tests to spread out in a time line. 

  Within a couple of minutes, I had done my first home HIV test. We had pricked my finger and the man helping me had sucked my finger after squeezing a drop into the plastic strip. "Thank you, Sir," I said to him, leaning in for a kiss.
  "You're welcome, boy," he said, as we broke apart. "We'll do another in a month or so." He was rubbing our dicks together again. "Does your hole got another round?"
  I practically jumped at the suggestion. I spat downwards, at our dicks and grabbed his, rubbing the moisture around and down to his pelvis. "Yes, sir." I murmured.

  I pushed the man I'd met that evening onto his back, climbing onto his hips and lined his dick up to my loosened hole. I sat back, reaching out for the poppers on the bed beside us. I moaned, feeling a stretch to my already abused hole and lifted back up. My hole started to relax around his thick cock again, while he grabbed the brown bottle and uncapped them for me. The bottle was lifted to my nose. "Inhale." I did. "Hold." I did. "Release." I did.

  I rode him for all I was worth, my hole screaming to me that it'd had enough. "Knock me up, Sir. I'm ready for another load," I moaned. I wanted the next test we did together to show two red lines. I wanted to know that the second line was his. "Give it to me. My hole is yours, Sir. Please poz me," I begged.
  "You're mine, boy. Don't you worry. I'm marking that cunt, boy," he growled.

  I rode him, rubbing his chest and leaning in to kiss him while we spoke to each other. "You enjoying my risky dick, boy?"
  "Fuck yes, Sir. I wanna risk it all. Breed my cunt with your poz dick. Give me your risky load!" I ran my hands up his belly, over his chest and pushed his arms up. I leaned down into his armpit for the first time, taking a deep breath through my nose. I loved it. Musky odour filled my nostrils, making my dick even harder than it was. "Fuck, Sir. You smell so good."
  "Yeah, you like that? A day's work and no spray? Pig!" He grabbed my neck and pulled me back down for another whiff. I breathed in deep. again. "Good, boy."

  I continued to ride his dick while sniffing his pits, my dick leaking on his belly throughout. I was enjoying the verbal, his body odour and his dick in my sore hole. After a while, he grabbed my dick. "We're gonna cum together, boy," he said, pumping me. "Tell me when you're close, I can blow any time."
  "Tell me you're poz again," I begged.
  "I'm poz, boy. I'm HIV positive. I'm not taking medication. I'm not on meds. I'm infectious, boy. My load is at risk of converting you." He said, thrusting up into me.
  I wasn't riding him anymore, he was fucking me and working my dick at the same time. I moaned, unable to do much more. "Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm not on PrEP," I manaeged.
  "Fuck yes, boy! No meds, no PrEP." He was shouting. "No rubbers. No fucking protection. Take it! Take it! Bug chasing cunt. Take it!"
  His final thrusts timed with his words, left me slumped on his sweaty chest. "Thank you," was all I could muster.

  He guided my legs down, alongside his own with his hands, held my back and rolled us on to our sides. Coaxing my head up off his chest, he kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he whispered. "Thanks for coming over."
  "I'm glad I came, too," I replied.
  "Good. You should stay the night. I don't have to get up in the morning. Will you stay?" He asked.
  I nodded against his shoulder.

  For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. 
  "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted.
  "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?"
  "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away.
  He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago."
  I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him.
  "Back on the bed."

  I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me.
  "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked.
  "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more.

  I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole.
  "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!"
  "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!"

  I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me.
  "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers.
  "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other.
  "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know.

  The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute.
  "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight."
  I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact.

  His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole.
  "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me.
  I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me.

  My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction.

  Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick.
  "I'm hard again," he grinned.
  "Do you have another load for me?" I asked.
  "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly."
  "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him.

  He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more.
  "Ask me again."
  "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic."
  "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it.

  The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me.
  "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir."
  "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser."
  I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies.

  "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing."
  "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me.
  "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir."

  He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!"
  "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added.
  "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled.

  I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air.
  "Open your mouth."
  I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy."
  "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him.
  "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser."
  "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it.
  "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!"
  I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper.

  I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again.

  Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter.

  I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could.

  "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me."
  I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all.
  "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz."
  I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again.
  "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick.

  He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute.

  I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.

  I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message.

  Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident.

  While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first?

  His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off.

  The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn".

  My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick."

  Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick.
 

  "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice.
  I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him.
  "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked.
  I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats.

  I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him.

"Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would.

  "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years.
  "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees.

  I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole.
  "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well.
  He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?"
  "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks.

  He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit.

  I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest.
  "Oh fuck yes, good boy."
  "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him.

  He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come.

  "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear.
  "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt.
  He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum."

  I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him.

  "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?"
  "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!"
  He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?"
  "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words.
  "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds."
  "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly.
  "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift."

  He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on.

  "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him.
  "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back.

  He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!"
  "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. 

  His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load."

  He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick.

  "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

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First time to Berlin. Will have a day to myself on a Tuesday, hoping to get a hotel room with easy access or possibly a location close to some fun sites in Berlin. Anyone got any advice. Dirty or standard advice, all welcome.

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