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3. I put the pipe and torch down, then turned back to Javier. He had pulled off his boxers, and was now naked and hard, leaning back on the couch. His eyes were sort of focused on the TV, but also dreamy and distant as he was enjoying the start of the high. "Suck me, man," he said. I did a hit of the poppers, and returned to kneeling between his legs. I licked the tip of his cock, tasting a small drop of pre-cum. My hands were resting on his hips, and as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, I felt him beginning to relax. This was something he knew how to enjoy: enjoying the first perfect moments of a crystal high and a personal cocksucker working on his cock. He knew it would only be a few moments before I had most of his penis in my mouth and his cockhead pressing into my throat. "Right on, bro," Eli said, "Swallow that Latino cock." He and Javi started to make out, as Eli stroked his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that it was still the same size, as big and thick as ever. I was terrified of the moment when he was going to try to shove his tool into my ass. But I also knew there would be no way I'd refuse him that pleasure, especially with the crystal fueling my every action. I tried not to think about the future and what I'd be called on to do. When the time came, I'd face it and take it like a good bottom. While I had been thinking, I had gotten Javi's cockhead all the way to the back of my mouth, just hitting my throat. It was time to try my best and swallow his cock. I hoped that I would be able to avoid gagging, but was scared that I couldn't control my reactions with a thick cock in my throat. With all the hits we had done from the glass pipe, my mouth was dry, and it wasn't as easy as earlier to get used to his hard shaft going into me. But Javier was definitely ready for me to take his entire cock and to go all the way down. He had put his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly pressing me further onto his cock. I swallowed, and relaxed my throat. With a pop, his cockhead invaded my throat and stretched it out. "Fuck man! That's what I'm needing now," Javi said. He pushed on the back of my head harder, forcing me to swallow the entire length of his cock. He was no longer being gentle or slow about it, but made me take the entire length of his shaft in one fast stroke. I wasn't expecting his sudden thrust, and had to force myself to calm down and suppress a gag. "You ok there, white boy?" Eli asked me. I was still trying to get used to all of Javi's cock in my throat, but I nodded yes anyway. Javi's tool was cutting off my air supply and I knew I would have to pull off shortly, just to catch my breath. But for a few more moments, I would let Javi have the joy of a warm throat around his cock. And I would have the pleasure of a hard cock stretching out my throat. "He's trying not to gag, I can tell," Javi said. "Feels fucking awesome for me though." "Maybe a different position would be better, bro?" Eli said. I couldn't keep Javi's cock in my throat any longer. I needed to breath and to have something to drink. Javi released the pressure on the back of my head, and let me pull off. Eyes blurry, I gasped a few times, and looked at the two dark men, watching my every move. "Let's go into the bedroom, bro." Eli said. I coughed a bit and was finally able to speak. "Yea, that would be good." It was nice to be able to breath again finally, although I was already missing sucking on their cocks. All I could think about was getting a cock, any cock, back into my mouth. My ass was twitching as well, the shard of crystal inside me had finally melted. I wanted to get fucked as well as suck cock. "You got a TV in there?" Eli asked. "This is a hot movie," he continued. "Yeah, I do. No worries." I stood up and gathered the supplies I had brough out: pipe, torch, crystal, lube, poppers. I went to the TV and stopped the movie, pulling the DVD from the player. "You want anything else to drink?" I asked the guys. "Water? Juice? Vodka? Beer?" "How about a screwdriver?" Javi asked. "You got any more vitamin V for us," Eli asked me. It took me a second to realize what he was referring to, the Viagra I had provided for the two men. "I'll have to check." I went into the bedroom, dropping off every thing I had gathered, before returning to the living room. Eli and Javi were still on the couch, just stroking their cocks. One of Javi's hands was resting on Eli's muscular thigh. Although the two were utterly comfortable with each other naked and aroused, it was hard to tell if this was just a friendship or something deeper. I had a suspicion that I was a crucial element here, someone to act as an intermediary for these two men and receptacle for their needs, desires; their cocks and loads. In the kitchen, I made two screwdrivers, and brought them out. I took a swig from one, and handed it to Javi. I offered the other to Eli, but he motioned I should drink it myself. "To the bedroom, guys?" I asked. Eli and Javi got up, somewhat reluctantly aroused from their relaxation. They followed me into the bedroom. I put the DVD on, and fast forwarded it to the next scene. I knew it was a three-way: a black and a white top on a white bottom. It opened with the bottom alternately sucking off the two tops. "Right on, man," Javi said, standing and staring at the large flat-screen TV on the dresser. Eli hopped on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Almost immediately, he started stroking his cock and watched the action unfold on the TV. "You got that extra V for us?" Eli asked me. I went over to the bedtable, where I had put the supplies, and looked in the drawer. I shuffled around in the drawer, looking through my stash. I found not only another viagra, but a full bag of crystal. "Double bonus," I said. I showed him the stash of tina and the viagra. "Right on bro. Hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the day." He turned to Javier. "He's got another V for us to share. And more tina when we need it. Or he needs it." The two of them laughed at the last comment. I put the baggie down, and handed the V to Eli. He took it, carefully split it in half, and washed one half down with the screwdriver. He handed the other half to Javi who swallowed it dry. Eli grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured some on his cock. I was used to needing only a small squeeze of the lube, but Eli needed far more; he poured it on for a few seconds. Even that just barely coated his entire penis. I was dividing my attention between the screen, where the bottom was still servicing the two tops and Javier, who had been playing with his cock. Javier noticed me watching him jerk off. "You ready for more of this, man?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I am." I took one last swig of the cocktail and put it down. I kneeled down in front of him, my head ending up level with his tool. Despite being hard, his cock was long, thick and heavy enough that it only just stuck out straight, almost hanging down a bit from the its own weight. I did a quick hit of poppers, and took his cockhead into my mouth. Javi reached down and grabbed the poppers from me. He did a long hit from the bottle, screwed on the cap, then handed them back to me. As the poppers hit me, he grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his cock. Soon after hitting me, the poppers hit Javi. He started to drive the blow job. He forced his cock to the back of my mouth almost immediately. It was all about his pleasure and he didn't care about me. At that moment, I was just a mouth for him. I prepared myself for him to push down my throat, and as expected, he did. His cockhead slid deep, and I suppressed the inevitable gag. I had to tilt my head up to accomodate the length of his shaft, an uncomfortable position for me. But he didn't notice or care, shoving his dick roughly all the way in, and then quickly pulling out. I did my best to keep up with him, but between the angle of my head and the intensity of his mouth-fuck, it was hard for me to not gag on his pole each time he went deep. "Not having a good time of it, huh?" Eli said, watching us from the bed. "Why don't you try the side of the bed?" I wasn't sure what he meant by that position. Javi knew exactly what Eli mean. "Right on. Get on the bed, Matt. Get on your back, and hang your head off the side." Explained by Javi, I knew what Eli had meant by the side of the bed. I had only seen that position in movies before, and never imagined that I would be the cocksucker getting facefucked that way. Javi pulled his cock out of my mouth, and waited. I was still on my knees, not sure if I was ready for that position. "Come on man. Do it," he said. Eli laughed. "You don't have a choice here, Matt. And don't worry. Once you're in position, you'll fucking love it," he said. "Or at least Javi will love fucking you." Still, I hesitated. "Come on, Matt," Javier said. "You know you want to feel this cock in your throat again." He slapped his hard cock lightly, and it bounced right in front of me. My mouth watered and reluctantly, I got onto the bed. I was lying next to Eli, only with my head by his feet. I leaned back over the side of my bed, assuming the position as Javier stood in front of me, his cock almost exactly level with my mouth. He had a straight shot into my throat. "Fuck, this is perfect," he said. "Right on," Eli said. "You're gonna stretch open up his throat for me?" "Of course." Javier handed me the bottle of poppers. I tilted my head up enough to do a hit, then handed them back to him. As the poppers took effect, I opened my mouth. Sooner or later, I knew Javi was going to slide his cock into my mouth, and worse, open up my throat. I needed to know just how bad that would be. The anticipation would probably be worse than the actual event, and I wanted to face my fears head on. "Ready, cocksucker?" Javi asked me. From my position on the bed, his cock and balls loomed large. I could just barely see his face, but I knew he was smiling and eager to be inside me. Driven by the crystal and poppers, I nodded meekly. I only thought about giving him the pleasure he deserved. He slid his dick into my mouth, his cockhead first filling my mouth, then far too soon, it pressed against the back of my mouth. I swallowed, and Javi's shaft pushed into my throat, filling it and opening it up. Even knowing that this invasion of my body was going to happen, I still had to fight back my gag reflex. Without stopping, Javi forced the entire length of his cock into me. His cock more than choked off my air supply. Above all, I wanted this invasion to stop, not have my nose buried in Javi's balls, and to be able to breath freely. I forced myself to relax and let my mind be ruled by the poppers and crystal and the needs they created in me. I had to accept Javier's manhood in my throat. I had to accept it as my lot in life, and my purpose. It took some effort, but slowly, I was able to find the pleasure in his throat-fuck. Javier was moaning slowly as he forced his shaft in and out of my mouth--his cockhead stayed buried in my throat. Those moans alone made it almost bearable, to know that I was the source of that pleasure. Over the wet sound of Javi's cock sliding in and out of my throat, I could hear Eli jerking his rod. "Yeah bro, get that cocksucker's throat open for me." From the moment Javier entered my throat, I knew I would have to take Eli's cock. How I was going to manage it was still largely unclear to me. Javier was just choking me; Eli was going to rip open my throat. Javi pulled out a little further than normal, his cockhead now in my mouth. I took the opportunity to gulp in some air before he pushed back into my throat. "He's a natural. Warm, wet, tight. And not gagging. At least not much right now," Javier said. He reached down and craddled my head in his hands. It was a tender gesture on his part, a kindness that his interactions with Eli had just hinted he was capable of. But this time was a feint; he held my head tightly, and used his grip on me for additional leverage. His cock forced its way back in me, ending up deeper into my gut. Slowly, a dribble of his pre-cum helped to lubricate my throat. "Nice fucking throat," he said, his cock hard in my throat. Javi's dark shaft was in my mouth and his cockhead was pressing into my throat. I tried to focus, to allow my mind to let go of anything other than this inescapable fact of my life. But the crystal wouldn't let me concentrate. I would think about everything that was still to come for me: to the uncertain pleasure of Eli's cock in my mouth; the inevitable moment when Javi would penetrate my asshole, and finally, when Eli would use me like the white bitch I was. Drug-fogged, all I could think of was my pleasure in making these men happy. I imagined all the ways I could use my body and its many holes to achieve their desires for pleasure. Even though my reviverie was personally arousing, I was dragged back to the real world by the undeniable existence of Javi's tool. There was no escaping the throat fucking he was administering; he would pull his cock almost all the way out of my mouth, give me a moment to get a quick breath, then force himself all the way back into my throat. Each time his shaft hit the back of my mouth and pushed all the way in I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck man. I wish I had met you months ago," Javi said. "Best damn cocksucker I've had in a long time." "You think he's ready for me yet?" Eli asked from the bed. "Almost there," Javi said. "He's almost done with the warm-up cock." He pulled all the way out, and I was finally able to tilt my head up enough to see him. He had that drug-glazed look on his face, but a big smile, and his hard cock was just inches away from me. "Do another hit of these," he said to me, handing me the bottle of poppers again. I took them greedily, and did two long hits, one in each nostril. I handed the bottle back to him, and let my head drop back down. My mouth was again right at cock level. "Right on," Javier said, as he slid his cockhead into my mouth. His cock was still wet from my saliva. I expected him to go straight for my throat again, but he paused. I heard him do a long hit of poppers and then another. My hit had begun to take effect, and I started to suck on his cock, licking up every drop of pre-cum that I could. I wanted dick, but I needed his pre-cum. "Slow down there, cowboy," Javier said, putting a hand on my head to keep me still. "Give me a second." He screwed the top on the poppers, then waited. I realized he was waiting for the poppers to hit, and I wondered what kind of throat fuck I needed to prepare myself for. He tossed the bottle on the bed, then grabbed the back of my head with both hands. In a single, forceful thrust, he pushed his cock all the way into my throat. Once again, I was impaled on his sword, and I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck yeah, this is what I needed," Javi said, as he pulled out, and thrust back in. "Too long since I've had a blow job like this." "Damn man, get him ready for me," Eli said. He had a weirdly flat tone. Even thought I knew he was stroking his cock, I knew that the crystal had hit him just as hard as it had hit me. "He'll need to be stretched wide open to take me." Having already tried to take his cock, I knew he wasn't joking. However, Eli was still to come. My immediate concern was Javi. Although he wasn't as thick or quite as long as Eli, he still had an impressive piece of meat. At that moment, his fat meat was deep in my throat, and his heavy balls were right against my nose. Sooner or later, I would have to drain those balls of their accumulated sperm. I found myself turned on by the idea: that I was lucky enough to get this man off. That I was able to swallow his sperm. Or to take his load up my ass. Although I knew that this feeling of luck was driven more by the poppers and tina, I didn't care. These thoughts and fantasies helped me to realize that Javi's cock was something that needed to be deep in my throat and not a unnatural intrusion. I surprised even myself when I grabbed Javi's muscular ass and held him tight against my mouth. I only wanted to worship this man, and right then, the best way I knew was to make mouth-love to his manhood. "Slow down there, Tiger," Javi said, gently prying my hands off his body and pulling out again. I gasped as his cockhead slid out of my throat, both because I needed the oxygen and because I suddenly realized how empty my throat was. "We're just starting here; there's no need for you to rush." He cradled my head in his hands, and slowly pumped his cock in and out. "Don't want to shoot too soon." It was clear this wasn't the first time he had done this. He was expertly teasing my tonsils: pushing in just enough to get me to start gagging, but also just enough for me to want the discomforting peace of a cock stretching out my throat. "You're going to fucking love his throat," Javi said to Eli. "Good?" Eli said. I knew that he had been jerking off the entire time, but from my position, I could only see Javier, and even then just his balls and ass. "Oh yeah," Javi said. "He's a fucking expert cocksucker. Knows just when to gag too. Feels so damn good on my cock." He pushed back in. I hadn't expected the penetration, and had to stifle my gag reflex. "See?" Javi said, as I flailed a bit, trying to find my peace. "Fucking got me boned up here, bro," Eli said. "Work that throat a bit more." Javi leaned over me, forcing his cock just a tiny bit deeper. It was at most a quarter of an inch but it felt like he was ramming inch after inch into me. Javi stood back up, and some of his cock slipped out. He was big enough that this felt like no change at all. I heard him unscrew the top on the poppers, and take a hit. "Give him a hit too," Eli said. "I love how it makes him into a cock-crazed slut." Javi did as Eli told him, and pulled his cock far enough out for him to hold the poppers under my nose. I inhaled greedily, wanting to impress both of these dark-skinned men with my compliance and eagerness to serve. It didn't take long for the poppers to take effect. "Please," I said, as best I could with Javi's cock still partially in my mouth. I knew Javi knew what I needed Javi obliged, and his cock slid all the way into me, forcing itse way into my throat. "Oh yeah, this is what I fucking need," he said. I no longer cared what he needed. I was flying on the poppers, and all what I needed was the thick piece of meat I had willingly impaled my face on. Driven by the drugs, all I wanted was for Javi to fuck my face, pound my mouth, tear up my throat, and shoot his load deep into my stomach. "He can take all of your shaft?" Eli asked. "Fuck yeah. I'm Balls deep in the slut's mouth," Javi said. He had slowed his thrusts down some from the earlier face-fuck, taking his time to explore my throat with his cock. I could feel a bit of pre-cum leaking out from his dick. It was lubricating my throat and his entry into my body. As the poppers wore off, I had a clearer realization of what this scene would look like to an observer. A clean-cut white boy with a gym body was lying on his back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. A latino had his brown cock deep in the white man's throat, while on the bed, a muscular black ex-con was stroking his massive cock. The dim grey morning light filtering in through the shades picked out the last of the dissapating clouds from the trio's crystal meth hits. And I was that white boy, choking on the latino cock, tweaked out of my mind, waiting for the black ex-con to take his turn "Think he's ready for me? I'm getting bored of stroking here." "One way to find out. And if he's not, your legs are plenty strong enough to force it in." I hoped there would also be some poppers to help. They wouldn't make a huge difference in the strict anatomical issues of fitting Eli's tool in my tight throat, but they would grease my mental skids. It would be less Eli raping my throat and a little more me giving him the deep blow job he deserved. "He's all yours, man," Javi said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and left me gasping for breath.

5. Nathan It took me a little longer than Greg to get ready. I was pretty sure I was going to be kissing him sooner rather than later, so I made him brush his teeth as I brushed mine. But in less than ten minutes, we had gotten packed up, and were on the interstate. As I settled into the driving, Greg fished out a joint from his wallet, and found a lighter. He lit it up, then offered it to me. We passed it back and forth, doing two hits each before giving it to the other. As I predicted, it wasn't long before the smell of men, sweat, sperm, and weed, filled the truck. Despite already cumming four times in the past twelve hours, the weed and Greg's scent helped get my cock twitching again. "This stuff is strong," I said. Jason had started a new job as a harbor pilot, and the first few months of the job had uncountable random drug tests. Rather than risk failing a test, the two of us had stopped smoking weed all together. I was looking forward the end of his probationary period: not just for the pot but also other, more intense pleasures. "Yeah, it's fucking sweet," Greg answered. We both got quiet when we smoked. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, and we just enjoyed the sparse Texas landscape speeding by us. "I'm impressed, Uncle. You've not stopped to take a single photograph yet," Greg finally said, breaking the silence. In our family, I was well known for stopping every mile or so to take pictures. "I guess I've been too tired or too much in a hurry to think about it." I looked around. The pictures I wanted to take weren't landscapes. I wanted, somehow, to document Greg on this journey. And, by extension, document myself. But so far, everything had been too intimate, too raw for me to feel comfortable picking up a camera. "We're doing good time. You can stop if you want." Silence fell again. This time, it was my turn to break it. "I think you're the most interesting thing to photograph on this trip. But it feels almost too close, too intimate to photograph." "I hadn't thought about it. I'm not sure I want this journey out in public. But I want a record of us, of the trip. After all, even Ben got a souvenir videotape of his conversion." I had to laugh at that. Ben, Jason, myself had been porn. I wanted something emotional, even more explicit and raw. But I didn't know what shape that documentation would take. I grabbed my iPhone and pointed it at Greg. He smiled, and I took a picture. "There's a start," I said. "Just a start," Greg replied. He stretched, and pulled off his tank top. I took a few more, trying to divide my attention safely between the road and the shirtless boy sitting next to me. "But only a start." He was wiggling in his seat, and it didn't take long for him to loose his shorts as well. I remembered he hadn't bothered to put on any underwear. Not surprisingly, his cock was sticking straight up. I took more pictures as he started to stroke it. I wanted Greg horny and eager. "Don't cum, boy," I said. Knowing teenagers, I didn't think that would be hard to keep him on edge, but I didn't want to take any chances. "And don't put your shorts back on." I liked having him next to me, naked. I reached over and ran my hand down his smooth stomach, and up his hard cock. I wiped off a drop of pre-cum from the tip of Greg's dick, and I licked my fingers, savoring the salty sweetness. We were silent again, the miles slowly ticking by. Maybe ten miles later, maybe twenty, I saw a billboard for an adult bookstore at the next exit. I knew immediately I was going to stop. Greg had started with a real cock; now it was time for him to explore some toys for next day or two. I also knew I wasn't going to tell him my plans. I was getting worked up at the thought of him naked in the parking lot while I did the shopping. "Where are we going?" he asked, as I pulled off the highway. "You'll see," I said. I could see the bookstore from the interstate. It catered to horny truckers, looking for something, anything, to get off on. If they were lucky, there would be a desperate cocksucker in the back room. I expected the store would have the minimum of what I wanted, and nothing more. Greg reached for his shorts, but I grabbed his hand. "You're staying in here. You don't need those." I pulled into the parking lot. The bookstore was open twenty-four hours a day, but mid-morning on a weekday wasn't a very popular time. There were two other cars in the lot, one a beat-up old sedan, the other a flashy sports car with a college bumper sticker. I guessed the sedan was the attendent's, the sports car a horny frat boy's. "Wait here. I won't be long," I told Greg. The doors were painted over. I pushed them open, and was knocked back by the smell. It wasn't bad, but it was the stale scent of desparation and need, tinged with sweat, semen, and cheap plastic. The room was lit by flickering flourescent tubes, the cinder block walls almost soft with layers of paint that couldn't quite hide the years of grime that had accumulated. The counter was slightly elevated, giving the attendent a sweeping view of everything going on. Against one wall was a selection of toys, against the other, a large selection of DVDs. The middle had clothing and a smattering of magazines. The videos were about one quarter gay, the rest various flavors of straight and lesbian. The attendent wasn't behind the counter. It took me a moment to realize he was leaning up against the far wall, his pants down around his legs. He must have been about fifty; thining grey hair and a long mustache. The few strands of hair were matted together, like it had been a while since he had washed his hair. He had a bit of a pot belly, and his exposed pubes were grey. I knew that this was best job he had ever had. Certainly at that moment it was the best, because kneeling in front of him was the frat boy. He was in a polo shirt and khakis, his khakis unzipped and his cock out. His mouth was wrapped around the older man's thick cock, sucking on it like it was the last cock in the world. As he heard the door close behind me, he pulled off the guy's cock and looked around, trying to see who had walked in. The older guy grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him back to his shaft. "Don't stop now, cocksucker. I'm almost there." The frat boy obliged. He swallowed the guy's dick once more with contented gurgling noises. I didn't interrupt their blow job, and went to the wall of toys. They were cheap plastic things, rough and badly made. I didn't care. I easily found what I was looking for, a small buttplug and a dildo. However, it took a little longer to find ones that were not a garish shade of pink. As I was picking out the toys, the guy in the back was getting closer to orgasm. His breathing was getting shorter, and he was moaning. Likewise, the frat boy was stroking his cock harder. The older guy grabbed the frat boy's head, and forced it down. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker. Swallow it," he said, his hips bucking. The frat boy came right as the older guy shot his wad, thick strands of sperm coating the floor and wall. To the frat boy's credit, he swallowed every drop of the older man's spunk. Almost as soon as the frat boy finished cumming, he was up on his feet, wiping off his hand on a handkerchef. I could see that the older guy had an impressive sized cock, even under his paunch. The frat boy had found an impressive cock to satiated his desires with. The attendant causually pulled up his pants. "Gonna go visit your girlfriend next weekend as well?" he asked the frat boy. "Yeah," the boy mumbled. "I'm here on Monday and Tuesday. See you then cocksucker," he said, as the frat boy nearly ran out of the bookstore. "Faggot," he said, indicating the guy who had just left. "Wonder if his girlfriend has any clue. That it for you?" he asked me, seeing the two items I had put on the counter. "Yeah." I let the casual slurs slide. He was in just as much denial as the frat boy. He walked over to the register. "Total's $24.86." I handed him a twenty and a five. "Don't bother with the change," I said. He put them in a plain brown bag, and I headed back to the Land Rover. As I expected, the sports car was gone leaving just Greg's SUV and the sedan. "What did you get?" Greg asked as I got into the truck. "A few things," I said. He was still naked but his cock not quite as hard. "You'll see." "What was that guy doing? He shot out like a bat out of hell." "Sucking off the attendent. There was a short discussion about a girlfriend." We both laughed. I reached into the bag and pulled out the buttplug. "This is for you. I want to make sure my sperm doesn't leak out." "Put it in now?" Greg asked. His cock was hardening again. "Of course. Right here in the parking lot." I grabbed my cell phone again, and got the camera app running. Greg ripped open the packaging, and leaned his seat back, He leaned back and his legs touched the roof. His ass was out in the open, exposed and ready for penetration. I reached into the back seat and got the bottle of lube. "This should help a bit." He poured the lube over the buttplug. I continued to take pictures. "Just push it in?" he asked, lining up the plug's head with his hole. He looked at the size and I knew he was uncertain if he could take it all. "Yeah. You can do it." I leaned in for a better view, just in time to see the buttplug pop into him. He moaned, a combination of pleasure and discomfort. "Ok?" I asked. All that I could see was the black base, the stem vanished into his hole. "Yeah. Just a little sore," he said. "But it's good to have something inside of me again." I started the SUV, and pulled back onto the highway. "You've told me you've fucked around with guys. But, girls?" I asked him. He had fished out the joint, and was slowly smoking the remaining bit. He handed me the smoldering joint. "Two girls, each a few times. But a lot of girls tried to get me interetested in them. I didn't hate it, but it didn't do too much for me." I did a long hit. "And you, Uncle?" "Dated one in college for a year, but was always playing around in the locker room. Finally, I decided to not lie any more. Right after my 20th birthday." I handed the joint back to him. "This was the early ninties. 1992. The height of the AIDS crisis. It was a scary time to come out and be gay. I had safer sex drilled into me." "And yet..." he trailed off. "Now you..." He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to. "Yeah. Ironic, isn't it?" "What happened?" "Jason," I said. "He convinced me that I was special. That it was special. That I should be sharing what Alan gave me, and what I had given him with the world." "I'm glad you are sharing it. Especially with me," Greg said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his cock was rock hard again. "Fuck, I'm dripping pre-cum, thinking about it. You inside me. You breeding me." He reached over and grabbed my crotch. "And you're hard too." "Oh yeah. I know." I wanted to change the subject. If we kept this conversation up, I was going to have to pull over and fuck him on the side of the road. Not that I minded that, but I wanted to make it to Arizona this evening. We had been making great time, but now I had a reason, one that I hadn't told Greg, to get home as early as possible. I wanted to deliver Greg's ass to Jason. I wanted to watch my partner fuck my godson and breed my boy's innocent young hole Luckily, I was saved. "Look," I said. "New Mexico." We sped by the sign, the highway straight and empty. His hand didn't budge. "Don't change the subject." He unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. Of course, I was hard, and his touch only made it worse. "Sorry. Let's get to Albuquerque, then we can talk about finding a place to breed your hole." "Promise?" he asked, reluctantly letting go of my cock. "Promise." "But don't put away that beautiful cock of yours. Jason's a lucky guy, getting it every day." "Deal." I finally figured out something else to talk about. "Do you know anything about your roommate?" "Yeah. His name is Clint." "Details?" He had been talking to Clint over Facebook. He told me some of the details. Full name was Clinton Wilhelm Gunther Speer, his father was a German engineer and his mother was an American schoolteacher. They lived in Kuwait, and he was flying to school directly from there. His journey started late this evening, and he wouldn't get there until early Thursday morning, the day before we had planned to drop off Greg. "Picture?" I asked. He pulled up a picture. "Hands off him," Greg said. "At least for now." He was a very hot boy, edging into manhood. He had light brown hair, blue eyes, an engaging smile. He had the start of a chin strap beard, the kind a boy grows when he wants to be a man. The picture was shirtless, his arms behind in head. He was solid boy, and it was all muscle. His chest had just a dusting of the same light brown hair as on his head. There was a heavier, darker spray of hair coming up from the waistband to his belly button. I wanted to follow it down, see where it lead. "Nudes?" "You wish. And again, hands off," Greg repeated. "I'm the one who has to live with him for the next year. We haven't really talked about girls or anything like that. All he said was he looking forward to getting out of an Arab country." "Why is he there?" "His dad works in the oil fields." We talked a bit about school, what classes he was going to take, the social scene. The joint was starting to wear off, and we were more talkative. Before I knew it, we were in Albuquerque. "You want to drive Route 66 for a bit?" I asked Greg. "Isn't that from Cars or something?" he asked. "I thought it was made-up." That settled it. I found an exit from the interstate, and quickly we found ourself in the desert, travelling a nearly empty road. "This is where I'm going to stop every mile," I joked, staring out the window at the beauty passing us by. It was a beautiful, desolate landscape, punctuated by an occasional abandoned gas station or decepit hotel. Even Greg was silent, staring out the window. For a moment, we forgot about our exposed cocks and our mutual desires. Instead we just admired the view. "Uncle Nate?" Greg asked. "Yeah, Boy?" I noticed his hand was back on his cock, gently stroking it. "Abandoned gas station. You. Fucking. Me." He reached over and started to play with my cock. It didn't take much to get me hard again. "Raw. Hard. Deep." Just barely audible, he finished. "Deadly." "I like that idea," I said. Greg reclined the seat a bit, and put his legs on the dash. The hand not stroking with his dick went to the buttplug, playing with it. "Me too. I need your cock in me again. And I need your seed." I started to scan the horizon, looking for a suitable place to stop. I was happy the road was deserted; I wasn't against public sex, but I shyed away from explicitly public sex. Especially in rural New Mexico, with my barely-legal cousin, I thought discretion would be a wise choice. Greg found my phone, and took a video of himself playing with the buttplug. There was an occasional moan of pleasure from him as he adjusted it just right and it hit his prostate. I tired my best to keep concentrating on the road. It wasn't the easiest thing to do with a hot naked young man in the seat next to me, hard as a rock and playing with his tender asshole, "You see anything good yet, Uncle?" he asked me. "I like the buttplug in me, but it's not the same as your cock." "Not yet," I replied. I shifted, adjusting my shorts to accomodate my own growing cock. "I want to get back inside of you too." We drove ever onwards; I was slowly speeding up, wanting to find a good spot to pull over. I wasn't trying for perfect anymore, I just wanted a place, any place, where I could drain my balls into Greg's hole safely. Of course, that was safety with respect to getting caught; the fucking would be bareback and not at all safe for Greg. I reached over and grabbed Greg's cock. He was, of course, stiff and hard. I had already smelled the pre-cum that was flowing out of his shaft; there was almost enough for him to fuck someone with just the pre-cum as lube. But, as I licked my fingers clean, I could taste the purity and freshness that suggested my dirty seed had not yet found fertile soil. "Taste good?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, but I can tell you're still shooting blanks," I said. "Not for lack of trying," he smiled. "We need to try more to fix that. Want to do it now?" "Definitely. Just need to find the right place. Hell, any place." The landscape was almost lunar: flat and empty, with only small scrub, and an occasional hill. On the horizon there was what looked like a sign, indistinct now, but slowly growing. "Maybe there?" Greg asked. He had seen the sign as well, and we both hoped that it was abandoned. As it came closer, I could see a barely familiar dinosaur outlined on the sign. "Sinclair?" Greg asked. He was able to read the sign far sooner than I could. "Old gas station chain. I hope this is our place to fuck." I wanted it to be the place; I had a need to be inside Greg again. From less than a quarter of a mile away, it looked ideal. Clearly it had been abandoned for years. There was a thick layer of dust over everything. The windows at the front of the building were covered with paper and two old gas pumps stood in the island. I pulled in, stirring up a cloud of dust. "Looks empty," Greg said. He pulled the buttplug out of his hole with a wet pop. "Now I'm empty. You going to fill me up?" "Fuck yeah. I'm going to fill your tank up with a nice big poz load. Get out." Not even looking around or caring who saw, Greg opened the door and stepped out. He was wearing just a pair of flip-flops, and carried the bottle of lube with him. He walked to one of the gas pumps and leaned up against it. Through the windshield, I could see his perfect butt up-turned, begging me to fuck it hard. "Come on, Uncle Nate. I know you want this just as much as me," he called to me. "And you have no idea how badly I need your cock in me agin." I grabbed my phone, and stepped out. I took a few pictures of him as I unzipped my pants and let my cock spring free. Greg licked his lips, staring at my erection. "Give it to me, Uncle. Breed your boy," he begged. I took one last picture of him, he had one hand supporting himself on the pump, and the other one was pouring lube on his hole. I stood behind him and lined my cockhead up with his hole. "Ready, boy?" I asked. He just nodded and pressed his ass back slightly. His hungry hole was already slick and relaxed from the butt plug so my shaft just slid into it with just the slightest hint of resistance. We both moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, Uncle. I've been wanting this all day." "Me too, boy." I let him get used to my cock inside of him, pushing a little deeper, then slowly pulling out before starting to seriously pound his hole. "I know we both need this: my poz cock, your raw hole." We fell into a steady rhythm. "Damn Uncle. Feels bigger than before," he said as I thrust it in particularly deep. "And it was never small to begin with." I pushed it in hard, feeling his warm, wet hole wrap around the entire length of my manhood. "It's fucking hot, doing it out here in the open." It was a total turn on being out there in the open. Any car driving by would have seen us fucking and watched a young boy giving up his hole to an older man. I wondered if an observer would know what was really happening: how depraved and wrong this fuck really was. It wasn't just a young man being sexually corrupted by a supposedly respectable elder. No, it was worse: a young man getting fucked by his uncle. A young man being instructed in the ways of unsafe sex by his godfather. A young man getting fucked by an older poz man. A beautiful, vibrant young man being filled full of virus-laden jizz. Greg was thinking the same thing I was. "I wonder what someone driving by would think. Seeing a hot daddy fucking his boy. I wish they knew you were my uncle. I wish they knew you were breeding me. And I wish they knew you were getting your poz cum into my neg hole." He wriggled his ass, getting a spurt of pre-cum from me as a reward. "You know they would be jerking off later, thinking about us. Wishing they were in on the action." My balls were drawing up tight and I was getting close. I wanted to make the fuck last longer so I slowed down. "Everything good?" Greg asked, noticing the change in my pace. "Yeah, I just want to make this last." "Were you turned on this morning, watching the college guy suck off the guy?" "Yeah, it was hot." I wondered if that could be Greg in four years. So addicted to sperm he would do anything and anyone to get what he wanted and needed. I had heard hints of the desparation in his voice already. But I wasn't sure if it was a need for cum, for the virus, for the contact with another male, or maybe, just maybe, for me. "It was hot how needy he was, and seeing what he would do for sperm," I finished. "I can tell you like that," Greg said. "Your cock is hard and I can feel it dripping pre-cum all over my hole." I did like that, and I was dripping. "I want to have that kind of control over a guy. To have him need my sperm. To be able to make him do anything for me. To be able to infect him." "But first boy, you need to get infected." I slammed my cock into him. "You really want this toxic, dirty load?" "Damn Uncle, you know I do." He was bucking up against my cock, fucking himself on my shaft. "Fuck me harder, Nate. You know I can take it. And you know I want it. Make it count" I grabbed his hips, and pulled him down on my dick. I could see his asslips wrapped around me, stretched and raw, trying to milk out every drop. The public setting and the dirty talk had me fired up. I couldn't help myself any longer. "Yeah, you going to take my toxic waste, boy? Let it grow in you." "Please Uncle Nate. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your dick snot." My hips had gone on autopilot, forcing my penis into his hole. I knew his ass was getting dry, but I couldn't stop myself from keeping the fuck going. "Yeah, boy. My fucking gun is loaded, and I'm gonna fire it." Greg was gasping for breath, and moaning occasionally, a mix of pleasure and pain. I knew for his sake, I should slow down and get some more lube. But I didn't want to. He had given me his ass, totally willingly and I was going to take it the way I needed in that hot summer afternoon. "Please, Uncle Nate, cum in me." He was gasping. I could feel him trying to pull away from me. I knew taking the full length of my manhood must have hurt him. "Shoot in me. Now. Please." I was grabbing his hips hard, and had to hold him in place so I could get my cock all the way into his ass. His hole was now hot and rough, and the lubr was rapidly drying up in the heat. For his sake, I had to cum soon. "Please, Sir. Cum in me, Sir. Please. Sir. NOW. PLEASE?" The last words were tangled in a cry of pain. The "Sir" put me over the edge. I slammed into him, getting a yelp of pain, and just a hint of pleasure. My balls pulled up tight, and pushed out their load of cream. "As you wish, boy," I said. The jet of toxic liquid traveled the length of my shaft and landed deep into Greg's very raw and very tender hole. "Fucking take it," I screamed, and forced my cock a little deeper into him. I could feel him struggling, his ass wanting relief from my assault, but his brain wanting more of my precious sperm. I held him in place and slid my dick in and out. I was trying to spread deadly fluid all over his delicate ass. "Thank-you Uncle," he said. He repeated it. "Thank you Uncle Nate." It was like a mantra for him, letting him endure the last part of the fuck. "Thank you Uncle Nate, for your gift." "Another virus laden load for you boy," I grunted, the last drips of sperm leaking out of my cock. He was shaking underneath me, and I wasn't too steady on my feet either. I carefully pulled my cock out of his hole, and spun him around to face me. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. "Thank you, Uncle Nate," he repeated. I held him, and kissed him deeply. My fingers brushed up against a tear on his cheek. "You ok, boy?" I asked, between deep kisses. My arms were wrapped around him, and I held him close. Despite what had happened, pressed between us, his cock was still hard as a rock "Yeah. I wasn't sure how much longer I could have taken that," he said. "I was about to ask you to stop." I realized how inexperienced he really was at getting fucked. I had just thrown a hard fuck that an experienced bottom would have had trouble taking. Greg had been doing this less than a week. "You did good, boy. More than good. Excellent," I said. I reached down to his ass, and ran a finger around his tender asshole. He gasped, but made no move to stop. "I'm glad you didn't ask me to stop though." "Really?" he asked. He was starting to calm down. He was no longer shaking, and his heartbeat was slowing down. "Why?" "I'm not sure I could have stopped," I said. "I needed to get that load into you so badly." I didn't want to think about would have happened had had he asked me to stop. Would I had been able to stop? Or would I have ignored his pleas and raped my nephew, forcing my disease into him? The virus, my virus, sometimes drove me to do things that I wasn't proud of. I was glad that Greg hadn't been another victim of my loss of control. He smiled. "I'm glad it's in me now. It's where it needs to be."

4. Greg "I guess. Sure," Nathan said. "It's not that exciting." Uncle Nate turned on the light by the bed. It was too bright at first, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I followed him into the bathroom, still amazed at the beauty of his body. I didn't know exactly how old he was; all I knew was that he was my father's younger brother. That probably put him in his mid-forties. There was a hint of grey in his goatee and on his chest, and a few lines on his face. But these only added to his character to him, each one a part of the story of a life that I desperately wanted to be part of. As I walked, I could feel the lube, sweat and a bit of sperm lubricating my ass cheeks. Inside, I knew there were three loads of Nathan's pozcum slowly getting absorbed by my body. A battle was raging between the virus and my immune system, each trying to best the other. Alan's immune system had lost that battle. Nathan's had lost that battle too. And Jason's had also lost that battle. And I knew eventually my immune system would loose as well. More over, I didn't want to win it. Even though I knew it was pointless, I tried to will my immune system to give into the inevitable sooner rather than later. In the harsh light of the bathroom, Nathan's cock was still semi-hard and glossy from my ass, one last drop of semen at it's tip. He pulled out a pill case, and opened one of the compartments. He took out three pills and put them by the small sink. "Jason always counts out my pills, and I count out his," he explained. "It reminds us that we have to take care of each other. And that we are now and forever diseased men." He poured a glass of water, put all the pills in his mouth, and took a swig. He swallowed. "There. Nothing exciting, you see." He looked me over. I was still aroused from getting fucked, and watching him nurture his virus got my cock rock hard again. "But you seemed to like watching it." "I usually jerk off three times a day," I said. "I've only cum once in the past two days." The trip had been an ordeal. Most days, even the slightest grin from Uncle Nate would get my cock stirring, and today, seemingly anything and everything got me hard. Standing naked with him in the small bathroom, his masculine scent filling the room was almost more than I could stand. "Doesn't seem very nice of me to make you suffer," Nathan said as we walked back into the bedroom. "I don't want you to fuck me until we know you're shooting live ammo. But there are other things." He shoved me on to the bed. I couldn't help but fell onto the bed as he kneeled down in front of me. And before I could even react, he swallowed my cock completely. He didn't stop as my dickhead went right into his throat. As he pulled off my shaft and concentrated on my cockhead, I thought I was going to shoot right away. But I held off; I wanted to enjoy Nathan's blow job. Uncle Nate knew how to suck cock. Unlike all the other guys who had sucked me off, he had years of experience, both giving and getting head. I squirmed in pleasure as his tongue went across my piss slit, followed by him once more swallowing my shaft. He slowed down a bit, getting into the groove of cocksucking. I took the chance to pull myself up to watch a master at work. It was a sight to behold. This amazing, masculine man was kneeling down in front of me, his lips wrapped around my cock, worshipping it. The world had shrunk to just me, my dick, and my eager supplicant in front of me. My cock seemed to be the only good thing in Nathan's world, and he made sure I knew his only job was to get me off. I reached back and grabbed the poppers. I did a hit, then held them under his nose. The poppers both hit us at the same time. His strokes became longer and deeper, his worship of my shaft more intense. For me, not just my cock was throbbing in pleasure but my entire body was shaking. I knew I was going to shoot soon. "Fuck, Uncle. I'm gonna cum," I said, between gasps for air. He made no move to stop. His goatee was pressed hard against the base of my cock. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. I would have done anything for this man, my personal model of the perfection of masculinity. But it was him, my idol, who was on his knees. It was him who was sucking on my young cock. It was him who was going to let me shoot my load in his mouth. It was him who was going to swallow my spunk. These thoughts were too much for me. My balls drew up tight, and my cock stiffened. "I'm going to cum," I managed to grunt. He pulled off my cock just enough for my head to fill his mouth. He ran his tongue around the head, and I lost all control of my body. I came hard, my cock leaking a constant dribble of cum right into his mouth. I felt him swallowing every drop, like a fine, precious fluid. He didn't stop sucking on me until my balls were drained of semen. Even after I had more than finished, he kept my cock in his mouth. He tried to get every drop, tormenting me as my head had become super-sensitive. "Fuck, that was good," I said, finally pulling his head off of me. "I've never had anyone let me cum in their mouth before." "Really?" he asked. He was smiling, but bit of sperm had leaked onto his goatee. I didn't think it was possible, but the cum in his facial hair made him seem even more masculine than before. He was more than confident enough in himself that he could suck another man off and even swallow his sperm. "I hate to see something that delicious go to waste," he said, as his tongue flicked over his goatee, lapping up the last of my load. He stood up and turned out the lights. "Now, time for us to get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." He curled up next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I was totally relaxed from the blow job. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, safe in Nathan's arms. I slept soundly, even as Nathan got up early and went for a run. I didn't wake up until he slammed the door shut behind him as he came back. Even in the early morning, the Texas heat was present. Nathan was dripping sweat and his t-shirt was sticking to his body. "Good morning, boy," he said, as he pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner. "Sleep well?" "Yeah, I did." He was still breathing hard, and sweat was running down his chest. I wanted to bury my face in his sweat-soaked hair, and feel his cock probe my tender hole. I always woke up hard, but knowing that I still had his cum inside me made my cock throb. I wanted more. "Good run?" "Hot out," he answered. "But it was good. I needed to think a bit." "About?" I asked, even though we both knew exactly what he wanted to think about. He had fucked me bareback three times the night before. He had shot his HIV-laden sperm into my unprotected hole. And I had begged him to do it. "Last night. Wondering if you had really thought it through, what you were getting yourself into. You know, it's probably not too late to change your mind." "I'm know I'm not going to change my mind," I replied. I threw off the sheets, exposing my hard cock. "And I know he's not going to change his mind." My cock was already dripping a bit of pre-cum. I spread my legs, letting him catch a glimpse of my well-fucked hole. "I thought you were going to say that." He reached down to his running shorts. If his cock was soft, the shorts could only barely contain his package. And he wasn't soft now. He pulled the shorts and a jockstrap down, releasing his cock. "I want this so badly," he said. He paused, his cock getting harder. "But, I know that's my cock thinking for me. My virus thinking for me. It's not what my brain is telling me." I didn't say anything, but just spread my ass open, letting him see how vulnerable I was. He ran a finger over his shaft. "I'm you're godfather, you know. I'm supposed to guide you into adulthood." "And sometimes, give me things that my father can't," I countered. "Help me with issues I can't talk about with anyone else." "You're sure about this?" he asked, once more. "For months now. Even after I've shot my wad, jerking off to your movie." "You know I'll always be here for you," he said. "And I hope this is the right thing. For both of us." "I know. And it is," I said. As serious as this discussion was, it had turned me on like nothing else. "I guess you're wanting another load this morning." The shorts and jock dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, leaving him naked except for the running shoes and a watch. "Fuck yeah, Uncle." I tossed him the lube, and grabbed the poppers. "Don't take off the shoes. Just fuck me like that." It was the culmination of every gym coach fantasy I had ever had, and this time it was true. I got on all fours at the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air. I wanted his cock in me. No, I needed his cock in me. And I was itching for more of his poz cum. As much as I wanted his cock, Uncle Nate was determined to prolong my agony. He knelt down and stuck his face in my ass. His tongue easily found my hole, and began to tease and probe it. "Oh yeah boy. I can taste my sperm up there." I ground my ass against his face, feeling the prickly goatee against my tender ass. I did a hit of the poppers. "Please Nate. Put another load up there," I moaned. I was in heat, and needed to be bred by my sweaty, studly Uncle. "You want it?" He wasn't giving in to my pleading easily, as his tongue continued to probe my hole. "You really want my HIV?" "Fuck yes. I want your poz rod in my neg hole. Breed me, Uncle Nate. Shoot your load in me." The poppers took control of my thinking. My world was now centered on my ass and my hole needed a cock to fill it. "Right on, boy. My twisted, slutty boy, taking my raw rod." He had stood up, and his cockhead was right against my hole. "You'll do anything for this cock, won't you?" "Anything, Uncle. Just fuck me. Now." He finally put me out of my misery: he pressed against my ass and the head slid in. I leaned into him, and the rest of his cock entered me. "Fuck me hard, Uncle. Pound my hole." He grabbed my hips, and answered my pleas. His cock pistoned in and out. He had put on just enough lube to smooth his entry, but not enough to make it easy for me. I felt every millimeter of his shaft against my hole: he stretched it out, he explored it, he made it his own. My own cock was leaking pre-cum, and without thinking, I let my hand go down and start to stroke it. Nate reached down and pulled my hand away. "Not yet Greg. You'll get off. But on my schedule." He slammed his cock deep, reminding me who was in control. Then he returned to his steady, relentless pounding of my hole, still holding my hands behind my back. This was more than I had initially bargained for, and I needed another hit of the poppers. But he was holding on to my hands, forcing me to take his cock straight up. "You ok, boy?" he asked, suddenly aware of how his massive cock was tearing up my hole. "I'll take anything you give me," I answered, gasping for breath between his forceful strokes. I wanted to impress him. I knew he had fucked more guys than I could count. I imagined that they had all been able to take him without a problem. I didn't want to be the weak one. I wanted to be a special man for him, I was going to start by taking him all the way, until he shot his precious load in me. Even though I was biting the sheets to keep from whimpering, I wasn't going to make him stop before he had his orgasm. I was glad he couldn't see my face. If he could, I knew he would stop. "Don't worry, Greg. I'm going to come soon." He let go of my arms, and I did a hit of poppers. Then I offered the bottle to him. He took it, and he did a long hit. "You want my poz cum, Greg?" he asked as he put away the bottle. "Please Uncle. Shoot it in me. Rip open my ass and fill it with your toxic sperm." Fueled by the poppers, I didn't care how it felt. This was all part of the process I had to go through to get what I needed so badly. "Take it, Greg. Take my cum" He slammed his cock into my hole. "Fucking. Take. My. Deathseed." Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust into me and a spurt of cum. With the last one, he didn't pull out again, but left his cock inside of me. He was gasping for air, his chest heaving. "Damn. That was intense." Nathan collapsed on top of me. His chest was covered in another layer of sweat. I was shaking from the intensity of the fuck. Neither one of us could speak at first. "Good morning, boy," he finally whispered in my ear, once he had caught his breath. "Shower?" he asked. He pushed himself up, and carefully pulled his cock out of my hole. As best I could, I kept my ass tight, not wanting to loose a single drop of his deadly seed. "Want to just get on the road? It's not like we have to impress anyone," I replied. "By the end of the day, you know we will reek of sweat, sperm, sex and weed." "What's wrong with that?" I asked. I got off the bed, and pulled on a pair of board shorts. I grabbed a tank top and sandals. "I'm ready for it."

3. Nathan I was in that pleasant post-orgasmic moment of clarity. My balls had just been drained into my young nephew who was now cuddled up next to me. "Why?" I asked in response, unsure exactly what he was thanking me for. "For another load of cum in me. For a load from Uncle Alan. For getting me closer to my goal." "My pleasure," I said. I was still savoring the last bit of his sperm. "And there's another one for you in the morning." "I was hoping for at least one," he said. He rolled over, his ass nestled up against my cock. I wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. "But I'm tired now." "Me too." We lay there together, our breathing slowly synchronizing, and we drifted off to sleep. In the twilight of sleep, I remembered how Alan used to hold me like this. His sperm would be deep in my ass, and my sperm would be deep inside of Alan. It felt good to be sharing this with Greg. Not just good, it felt right. I awoke with a start, unsure where I was. Pressed up against me was a warm young man, his naked ass pressing against my cock. For a brief, perfect moment, I thought Alan was back with me. Then I thought it was Jason, and finally the truth percolated through my sleep-fogged mind. It was my nephew. My godson. Greg. And I had fucked him earlier in the evening. Bareback. Greg was still sleeping soundly. Without disturbing him, I looked at the clock; it read 11:45. We must have fallen asleep shortly after I had fucked him. I remembered that he had wanted my poz load. And I did nothing to dissuade him from it. Despite the two loads I had already shot, my cock was hard again. I let my hand drift down to Greg's groin, and found his cock was just as hard as mine. My touch must have disturbed him, because he turned over, and still semi-asleep, he began to kiss me. "Can I fuck you?" he asked, between kisses. "Not yet, boy. I want to make sure you're shooting poz cum." Alan had done it to me and I had kept it up with Jason. I didn't want him to fuck me until he had tested positive. But then, it would be a free-for-all. "You up for fucking me again?" he asked. His hand dropped down to my crotch, finding my hard cock already dripping pre-cum. "I guess I know the answer to that," he said. We were both slowly waking up, more aware of where we were and what we wanted. I found an opening between Greg's legs, and forced my hand to his hole. It was still wet and slippery from our earlier couplings, and my finger slid in easily. "Damn. Put it in me," Greg moaned. "I fucking need it," he said, the urgency audible in his pleading, "Don't wait." It took me only a moment to manouver him into position, my cockhead right at the entrance to his hole. "Ready for another pounding, boy?" I asked. A twinge of uncertainity flickered through my mind. I didn't know if it was my position to be doing this to Greg. But my cock was eager to get inside of my boy, and my virus was doing the thinking for me. "Please. Breed me again, Uncle Nate." I pushed my dick into his warm hole. I hardly needed any force at all, he was still so open and ready. "Oh fuck, that feels good." I didn't say anything, but just leaned in, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him. There were times in sex where you didn't need words, and this was one of them. We both knew it was what we needed. My raw cock in his bare hole, dripping my precum deep in his young body. "Just enjoy it, Greg," I whispered. I made sure he wasn't going to talk much more by sticking my tongue in his mouth. In the still darkness of the hotel room, it was easy for me to just concentrate and savor the fuck. Each thrust into Greg was like discovering a new world of pleasure, and each thrust elicted a soft moan of contentment from the boy. He had wrapped his legs around me, and held us together tightly, not letting me pull out, even if I had wanted to. Unlike the hard, eager fucks of earlier, there was a slowness to this one. We had all the time in the world to get to our destination, and the journey would be its own reward. I went slowly, working my cock into Greg's body, and Greg met my tender strokes with his own thrusts onto my shaft. We continued to kiss, our tongues interlocked. "Please, Uncle, fuck me," Greg panted out between kisses. "Breed me." I didn't answer, but just kept on pressing my cock into his body. Underneath me, Greg felt so young, so alive. I needed no encouragement to fuck him. Aside from my need to get a fresh load in there, I also wanted to work the older loads into his body. I could feel my earlier loads squishing around in his ass. I wanted to be a part of him forever, and right now, this was how I knew to do it best. "Don't worry, boy. I will." Our fucking was long, intimate and deep. This was the closest that two men could be to one another: One man's cock deep in the the other man's ass, and there was nothing coming between them. I lost track of time. It might have been minutes, or it might have been hours. It didn't matter to either of us. We moved in synchrony, working my old cum into his body, and working on getting a fresh load injected into him. Finally, after an eternity of pleasure, I felt the familiar tingle at the tip of my cock. I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. "You want it, Greg?" I asked him. "Please. Breed me again," he said. "I need your sperm." "You want to get sick, boy?" "Yes, Uncle Nate. I want it. And I want you to do it." My balls were hard against his ass and my cock was deep in his body. "Infect me." My cock was dripping pre-cum into Greg. My balls were drawing up tight, getting ready to spew another virus-laden load into his body. His pleading was infecting my mind, and all I knew was how good it felt to be inside of him. "I'm going to shoot it in deep, boy. Fill you with my toxic sperm" "Please, Uncle Nate. You know I'll do anything to get your sperm." Greg grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. "Anything to get your virus." Another hard thrust into him, this time from me. "Anything to get sick," he said. "Anything?" I asked. I knew it was said in the heat of passion, and he probably didn't think it through. All the same, my mind started to race at the possibilities. "You want my pozcum that badly, Greg?" I slid my cock out, leaving just the head in him, taunting him with the prospect of not getting my load. "Anything. Everything. Uncle. I've told you how badly I need this. And how badly I need you to be the one to do it." He pulled me back into him, getting the full length of my cock back inside him, filling him up again. "Fuck Greg. I'm getting close. I can't hold back." I was sliding in and out in his hole, the loads I had already deposited squishing around and the sensation engulfing on my cockhead. "Cum in me Uncle Nate. Shoot in me. Infect me." I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust my cock deep into him, and held it there. My balls pulled up and a thick eruption of sperm, semen, and virus pulsed through my cock right into Greg's body. "Take it Greg. Fucking take my load," I grunted. "Thank you, Nathan. Thank you," Greg moaned. Even in the darkness of the hotel room, I could sense the smile on his face. His needs were deep and dark, and I had just fulfilled some of them. "My pleasure, boy," I said. I shoved my rod into him several more times, each one punctuated with another volley of my bodily fluids. He pulled me close, held me tight and started to kiss me. With my cock buried deep in his body and his tongue in my mouth, it was easy to stay connected, even after the passion of the orgasm had subsided. We didn't say anything, but just made out. I was a little shocked at the desires we had both just exposed, Greg's depths of need, and how far I imagined pushing him. I knew he would follow me where ever I lead him, and wondered how deep into the depths of our fantasies I could take him. Or would take him. Underneath me, his heart was pounding inside his young, beautiful body. I was again acutely aware of my job as the elder to mentor and protect him. Once more I had failed at that task. And had enjoyed the failure more than I could express. On the bedtable, my cell phone buzzed and the screen lit up, interrupting my reverie. "Who's that?" Greg mumbled, reluctantly taking his tongue of my my mouth. "Jason," I guessed. I had glanced at the clock, and saw it was now one in the morning, eleven at night back home in California. It was about time for our evening ritual. I had missed it last night, too tired to even think, much less text Jason. I let my cock slide out of Greg's hole. As it fell out, Greg clamped his ass down, making sure that every drop of my deadly juice stayed inside of him. Disentangling ourselves, I grabbed the phone. On the screen was a picture of of his hand, a big load of cum covering it. "I won the coin toss tonight. And had to waste this load. Come home soon, Boo" read the text. I quickly typed back, "Definitely a wasted load. You have NO idea how wasted. Miss you. Love you." We had developed an evening ritual, right around when we needed to take our meds. His text reminded me that I hadn't taken mine. "I need to take my meds," I told Jason. "Oh. I hadn't thought about that," he said. "Can I watch?"

2. Greg I couldn't stop staring at the man between my legs. I was in heaven; this handsome older man had just finished fucking me, shooting his sperm into my vulnerable young hole. Not only had he bred me, he was my father's brother, my own flesh and blood. I had been dreaming of this for months, trying to make it happen. I had carefully planted the seed in my dad's mind of Uncle Nate driving me to college on the other side of the country. Once that had worked out, I had made sure that Uncle Nate had been too horny to think with anything but his cock. It had gone almost as I had dreamt of, he hesitated only briefly before plunging his raw cock into my virgin hole. I hadn't been lying when I told him he was my first. I had fucked some guys, but some intuition had made me wait for someone special to be the first guy to screw me. Uncle Nate certainly qualified and I was glad I had waited. "You ok?" he asked me. I must have zoned out a bit, thinking about what I had just done. "Great. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there. What you thinking about for dinner?" I asked. "Get some pizza and beer, and bring it back here?" "Perfect," I said. I finally moved, getting off the bed and wandered to the window. I pulled the shade back, looking out into the evening sun, golden but strong. I knew it would still be hot out. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top. Nathan had also gotten off the bed, and was fumbling with his phone. "Pepperoni and mushroom good?" he asked me. "Sounds good," I said. He placed the order, pacing around the small room, still naked. "Fifteen minutes," he said. He rummaged through his bag, and grabbed a jockstrap and like me, a pair of cargo shorts. "This is going to be a fun fit," he said, as he pulled on the jockstrap. It only barely contained him. His cock was still thick and slightly hard. It strained against the threadbare fabric of the pouch. My ass twitched at the sight of him filling out the jockstrap. I felt his jizz deep in my hole and knew it was slowly soaking in. We continued to dress: I found my flip-flops, and he pulled on a black tank top. His chest hair still stuck out over the top of the tank, despite being carefully trimmed. I nearly pushed him back onto the bed and rode him once more. Not immediately fucking him again took a surprising amount of restraint on my part. He slipped into his sandals, then turned to me, and asked "Ready?" "Yeah," I said. With our near-matching outfits, there was enough resemblance between us that we looked like a father and his son. It was a nice thought, but I knew our relationship was now and forever closer than any father and son could dream of. We walked out into the hot, humid evening. "Damn," he said, "Still hot out." I nodded silently. I knew the black Land Rover would be baking. And I knew Nathan would be sweating soon. My cock twitched at the thought of how he would smell in a few minutes. I wanted him on top of me, his cock buried in my hole, my face buried in his sweaty chest. "I'll drive," I offered. "Sure. I can get us to the pizza place." He tossed me the keys, and we got in the car. I opened the sunroof a crack, enough to get a bit of air as the air conditioner struggled in the heat. We pulled out onto the street, and drove towards town. It took us about five minutes to get to the pizza place. In a non-descript strip mall, there was a party store at one end. "You want to get the pizza, and I'll get some beer?" Uncle Nate asked. He handed me a twenty, and we went our separate ways. Surprisingly, the pizza was ready when I walked in. I paid, and took it back to the car. I popped the back and pawed through one of my many bags. I knew what I wanted for the evening, a small bag with some rolling papers, a lighter, and most importantly some weed. I was pretty sure Uncle Nate would be cool with me getting stoned and would probably even join me. And, if he was at all like me, I knew the weed would make him horny. With just a bit of luck, he would fuck me at least one more time that night. Uncle Nate came back right as I found the bag it was all in. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Yeah, I found it," I said. "You mind driving?" "Not at all." I threw him the keys. As we climbed in, he put the six pack of beer in the back seat with the pizza. Once on the road, I opened the bag and pulled out the glass jar of weed. "Cool?" I asked. I opened the glass, letting the herbal fragrance fill the car. I held the glass jar up, letting see how full it was. "Oh, very nice, Greg," he said. "I could use some of that. And it smells damn good." I closed the jar, and put it back in the bag. We were quiet the short way back to the motel. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; we had talked during most of the day's drive. There was much more we both wanted to talk about, but the car was an uncomfortably public area in which to talk about those matters. We both knew that no one could hear us, but still, the proximity of all the other drivers was disconcerting. I grabbed the beer and weed, and he carried the pizza into the room. He put it on the small table, and put some slices on a plate for the tow of us. I had a joint already rolled. I handed it and the lighter to him as I started rolling another one. He did a toke from it, and broke down coughing. "It's been a long time for me," he said, taking a swig of the beer. "And it's strong stuff," I said. He handed me the joint, and I took a hit. "How long has it been for you?" I asked. "Let me think." Uncle Nate paused, coughed, then continued. "Nearly six months. Jason had random drug tests, so we've had to keep ourselves clean for a bit." He sat down in the chair opposite me, the pizza between us. I handed him the joint, and he took another hit. While I finished making two more joints, we passed the first one back and forth. "One for the road tomorrow," I said, as I put one joint away with the rest of the weed. The pot was starting to hit me. I opened my beer, and took a swig. Between us, we finished up the joint, and most of the pizza. We were just staring at each other, relaxed and comfortable. Finally, I broke the silence. "How long have you been poz?" I asked. "A long time," he said. "Let me think." He leaned back, and I could see him counting the years. "Just about twelve years now," he said. "I used to know it cold. But I've grown used to it. Almost seems normal now." "Do you know who gave it to you?" I asked. "I mean, how you got it? If you don't mind me asking?" "No, it's fine. Yeah, I do. Alan. He gave it to me." "Uncle Alan?" "Yeah" I didn't know what to say. My earliest gay fantasies were about Uncle Nate and Uncle Alan. When Alan had died, I was nearly fourteen. I was still young, still confused enough about my sexuality to wonder if my desires and fantasies had caused his death. I remember Nate being devastated at the funeral. I wanted to comfort Uncle Nate, but I was too scared and too confused to know what to do. Even years later, I remember the pain in his voice when I talked to him on the phone. Not until Jason did the pain go away. "Did you know he was poz?" "Yeah, I did. He even convinced me to let him infect me." We were silent again, the pot now hitting us both hard. And I was trying to assimilate the news. It changed my perception of Uncle Alan, made him seem even hotter, more of the man I wanted to be. "It bound us together, more than I could have ever expected or understood." His story was making me horny. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust my cock. "And you?" he asked. "Why do you want it?" It was my turn to be quiet. I had to put together my thoughts. "Two reasons. Maybe three now." I picked up the fresh joint, and lit it, taking a long hit. I handed it to Uncle Nate. "And? They are?" he asked, before doing a drag off the joint. "Can I be honest?" I asked. He handed the joint back to me. "Of course," he said, exhaling the pot. "I've just fucked you raw, Greg. I just told you I let Alan infect me. I'm not going to get angry or think less of you now." "I've always fantasized about you and Uncle Alan," I said. I realized I was almost gasping for air. "You guys were my first jerk-off fantasy." Admitting it to Uncle Nate was scarier than I had imagined. I looked at him, looking for any response. "Go on," he said, his face inscrutable. "And once I found that movie, with Uncle Jason, Ben, and yourself." I paused, long enough to take a draw from the joint. I needed all the courage I could get, both real and inhaled. "I wanted to be just like you. Like Jason. And now I know, like Alan. I wanted to have a bit of you inside me. And to have a bit of Alan inside of me as well, well, that's just one more reason." He smiled. "I guess that's two of the three." I nodded. "What's the third?" he asked. I took a swig of beer. I knew the pot wasn't going to be enough, and that I would need some liquid encouragement for the next reason. "This one is darker," I said. "Maybe too dark?" Nate looked at me and smiled. He stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them and ran his hand over his tattoo. "I have this," he said. "That's whats on the outside. You've seen at least one of the movies. Just know my fantasies are even darker than those. You probably can't top me. Yet. So, let's hear it." "I've got four years of college," I said. "I want to see how many guys I can share it with while I'm there. Frat boys. Jocks. Nerds. All of them." "Poz them?" Uncle Nate asked. He took the joint from me and did another hit. "Yeah," I nodded. Uncle Nate sat back down, and adjusted his jock. It was straining against the fabric, and had gotten noticeably harder as we had been talking. "The idea has woken up your cock, Uncle." "Damn, Greg. You're a fucking hot boy, with a dark and twisted mind." He smiled at me, as he took off his tank top. "I'm totally boned at the idea. How many guys have you fucked already?" "Just a few. Maybe six or eight?" I said. I followed Nate's lead, and took off my tank top. I tossed it into a corner. "Hot, twisted, and a good start at being a slutty boy to boot," he said. "And a twisted slut boy like you needs another load in your sweet virgin hole." "You got it, Uncle Nate," I said. I kicked off my flip flops, pulled down my shorts, and jumped onto the bed. The lube and poppers were already in place. Nate pulled his jock off to the side, his hard cock springing free and sticking straight out in front of him. "Don't hold back this time. Hard, deep, intense, and raw," I said. "And I mean hard." Nate jumped on top of me, placing my legs on his shoulders, and his cockhead right against my ass. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held them under my nose. "You'll want these," he said, as I inhaled deeply. After me, he did a hit. I could feel the moist tip of his cock right against my hole. "Please, Uncle Nate," I said, staring into his face. "Nail me. Infect me." He leaned in close, kissing me deep. His cock pushed in, opening me up. As his cock slid into me, I heard him whisper, "I love you Alan." In a single forceful stroke, he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I took a moment to get used to him filling me up again. Then the poppers took over, and I just enjoyed his cock fucking me. As we settled into a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I asked, "Do you miss him?" He was quiet, and slowed down his pounding of my hole. Then, finally, he said, "Every single day." This time, it was Nathan who started to cry, his eyes welling up with tears. "He always liked you. I remember how proud he was of you at your Bar Mitzvah. He'd be so happy of who you've grown into. He would have wanted to be here so much." "He is here," I said. It sounded trite, but it was how I felt. It wasn't just Uncle Nate's cock that was in my ass. I could feel Alan's cock pounding my hole, at least in spirit. I reached around and grabbed Nate's heavy balls. "And especially here." "Let's get that load where it belongs," Nate said, thrusting into me even harder. "Into your tender young hole." He wasn't holding back any longer. He put his full weight into the fuck, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I wanted to slow him down a bit, make him take it easy on my ass. But then he hit a pool of cum buried inside of me, and spread it all over my hole. I was going crazy from the sensations deep inside of me, his deadly sperm was tweaking my mind. Instead of reaching down to hold him back, I reached down and spread my cheeks apart, letting him get in just a magical bit deeper. "Just like that, Uncle Nate," I begged. "Give it to me." I didn't want him to stop, and Nathan clearly didn't want to stop either. He kept on pounding my hole for what seemed like hours, not once letting up or slowing down. I glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for over fifteen minutes. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the relics of the non-stop pounding. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. "On all fours, Greg," he said. I flipped over as fast as I could, arching my back, wanting nothing more than him back in me as soon as possible. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit, right as his cock slid back into me. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand, then reached around and grabbed my cock. I was already hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum for a while. His touch was electric, and I thought I was going to cum right then. "Oh fuck, Uncle, that feels good." My cock got hard at just the sight of a bit of exposed man flesh. I had no defense against a man like Nathan actually stroking my tool. I started to drip pre-cum immediately. "Not too hard," I said. "I don't want to shoot before you've bred me again." "Don't worry boy," Uncle Nate answered. "I've had years of experience keeping horny boys on the edge." With one hand, he continued to stroke my cock, keeping me right at the brink of orgasm. I could only think about two things, first his cock in my hole, and second his hand on my cock. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against his shaft, trying to get him deeper into me. "Right on, Greg," Nathan said, "Fuck yourself on my cock." Nathan kept his other hand on my waist, guiding me onto his cock. Between our efforts, the strokes were deep and forceful. He was ripping me in two, but I didn't care. I loved every second of his assault. I wanted every inch of his powerful tool inside of me. "Please Uncle," I begged, "Cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." I thought for a second. "No, I need your load." "Not quite yet, Greg," he answered. "We've got to plow that virgin hole a little more. Make sure you're good and ready and raw before I shoot my magic sperm in you." He was thrusting in and out hard, poking his cock into me at all different angles. Masterfully, he explored new parts of my body. Under his assault, I was squirming, but it was hard to tell if I was more trying to avoid his cock, or meet it halfway. "I want my seed to have a fertile place to grow." He pulled out his cock once more. "Get on your back again," he said. I flipped over. "I want to see your face when you shoot for me," he said. He didn't even wait for me to get totally comfortable before his cockhead was back in me. It was like being on a spit, slowly spinning around on the axis of Nathan's penis. "I'm right on the edge, Uncle. I can't last much longer," I said. My cock was dribbling pre-cum like crazy, getting it all over my stomach and pubic hair. The one peril of my plan to keep Uncle Nate on edge over the past few days was that he wasn't the only one bursting with sperm. I needed to shoot just as badly, maybe even more. Nathan's dick was hitting all of the right spots, but he was carefully controlling and edging me, making sure I wasn't going to cum until he was ready for me to shoot. "You want another poz load in your boy cunt?" he asked me. His breath was hot and moist against my face, his face right next to mine. "You want Alan's virus inside of you?" "Please, Uncle. Give it to me," I answered. I knew if I felt his cock spurt inside me, I wasn't going to be able to hold off from cumming myself. Even without a fresh load from Uncle Nate in me, I couldn't hold back much longer. "I want it so badly." All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him shoot his load in me. I'd finally be connected to all these men, Uncle Nate, Uncle Jason, Uncle Alan, and all the men inscribed on Nathan's body. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit. I offered them to Nathan. He let me hold them under his nose as he inhaled. When he was done, I did one more hit, then let them fall on the bed beside us. The poppers hit both of us at the same time; Nathan pounded my hole even more forcefully. I was pushing up against him, trying to get as much of his shaft as possible inside of me. "I'm gonna breed you, boy," he said, his cock stiffening. "You going to shoot your clean and pure sperm for your uncle?" "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I can't last much longer." Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock stiffened inside of me. "Fuck Boy! Take it! Take Alan's dirty virus!" I felt his hard cock spurt deep in me, warm jets of thick, fertile semen shooting into my hole. He was jerking my cock hard now, not caring if I got off now. "Let it fertilize you," he said. His dirty talking, together with him stroking my cock was getting me close. "Give it to me, Uncle," I said. It was my last coherent thought as my world narrowed down to two things: my raw ass getting pounded and my cock shooting all over my chest and stomach. Simultaneously, we shot our loads and all either of us could say between frantic, deep kisses were rough, animalistic grunts of pleasure. With each of Nathan's thrusts, his strokes were lubricated by his sperm, each stroke getting smoother and slicker. My own spurts of cum were landing on my shoulders, chest, and then finally on my abs. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down almost together. My cock was just dribbling the last of my sperm, and inside of me, Nathan's shaft was no longer pumping his poz cum into me. "Damn," I said. "I needed that." Nathan surveyed the damage. Large pools of milky white sperm were all over my chest and stomach. inside of me I knew there was a similarly sized pool of sperm. Uncle Nate leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he aimed lower. He licked up the pools of sperm, swallowing them hungrily. "Fuck, boy," he said, his goatee getting sticky and wet with sperm. We were both trying to catch our breath, the intense fuck having tired us out. Uncle Nate slid his cock out of my ass and collapsed next to me. He grabbed me, pulling me close to him. We kissed and I could taste my sperm in his mouth. It took a few more minutes of gasping for air, before I was finally able to talk. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't anything else I needed or wanted to say.

2. I tried to relax, bent over the coffee table with the shard of meth dissolving in my ass. I watched the porn, trying to take my mind off my current situation. On screen, the white guy was bent over a couch, and the black guy was poking his uncut cockhead against the white boy's ass. It wasn't going to be long before I was in the same position. Eli's cock was now hard as a rock, and he wasn't going to be satisfied with just my attempts at deep throating his tool. "Get up on the couch, bro," Eli said, after a few minutes. My hole was tingling, almost burning from the bump that had melted inside of it. It wouldn't be long before I was going to be wagging my butt, begging Eli to stick his tool up there. "Nice ass. Enjoyed that view. It's gonna be a pleasure getting in there and breeding your hole a few times." I sat on the couch and draped one of my legs over Eli's massive thigh. This position kept my hole exposed to Eli. He didn't waste the opportunity, and started to finger my hole. We were both getting lost in the drug-high, feeling the tweak come on strong. "What were you doing on the west side," I finally asked. "I was in the state penn, bro," he said. "Free and clear yesterday afternoon." "For?" I asked. I hoped I wasn't going too far by asking him. "Got in a fight, and ended up punching a guy out. Got a year for it. Just think of it as a year at the gym though." With his free hand, he rubbed his chest, squeezing his massive pecs. I leaned over and nibbled on a nip. I was surprised at just how muscular he was; I kept finding new mounds of muscle to worship. Nor did he have an ounce of fat on him. "Not worried by that?" he asked. I shook my head no. All I could think about was how much I needed some cock. Any cock. And his was right there, hard and ready. "Guess it takes more to scare you," he said. I was still locked to his nip, so I just nodded in agreement. He had moved beyond just playing with my hole and was now sticking a finger up there. I had relaxed a lot since he had given me the booty bump, and his finger had slid in easily. "Still pretty tight," he said, not quite agreeing with my feeling. "Gonna have to let Javi go in first and get you opened up properly." Almost as soon as he said that, my phone rang. I had to disentangle myself from Eli: finger out of my hole, no longer licking his pecs, and my leg off his thigh. "Hi, this is Matt," I said, finally able to answer the phone. "Hey, it's Javier, Eli's bud. I'm at the front gate," the voice on the phone said. "Come on up," I said. "You know where it is." I buzzed him in, and hung up. "It's Javier," I told Eli. "You gonna meet Javi at the door like that? Totally naked?" he asked. "He'd dig that. Get him boned right up." "Why the hell not?" I said. I got up and headed to the front door, my dick swinging in the air. A few moments later, there was a knock. I opened it, and Javier was standing there. He wasn't as big as Eli, probably about six feet high, thinner, but still muscular. Instead of Eli's stubble he had a small goatee. I couldn't quite tell his race; it was a mixture of Afro-American and hispanic; maybe blatino was the best description. Like Eli, his hair was shaved short. The light drizzle had wet it down a bit though. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. "Damn. You guys didn't waste any time getting started." he said, eyeing me up. He walked in, and I shut the door behind him." "Yeah, we have," I said. He paused in the hallway and looked me over. "Turn around," he said. I did as I was told, feeling acutely naked and vulnerable. "Very nice," he said and smacked me on the ass. He took off his damp jacket and I hung it up. Then we both went into the living room. "Hey Eli. Good to see you again bro," he said. "Man, Nice to see you again too," Eli replied. "When you get out?" Javi asked. "Yesterday. Just got here this morning." "Well, welcome home. Got you a little gift." Javi pulled his wallet out from his pocket. He opened it, and took out a small bag, placing it on the coffee table. Even from the doorway, I could see it was stuffed full of tina. "Fuck, that's totally awesome. Hope you don't have to be anywhere today." Eli turned to be. "Got another V for Javi?" "Yeah, I think." I went into the bedroom, and found an extra tablet. I came back to the living room by way of the kitchen, getting Javier a beer. I handed both of them to Javi. "Right on! Gonna be a fun day," he said as he popped the blue pill and took a swig from the bottle. He turned to Eli. "You're looking good. How's everything going?" "Don't ask. Cunt of a nurse was fucking things up. Gotta see Weiss this week and get my meds right." Eli grabbed the pipe off the table. "But let's think about better things. Like getting you up to speed with us." Eli took the torch and started heating up the glass bowl. Javier sat down on the couch and took the pipe's stem in his mouth, letting Eli handle the torch. He took a long hit, and held it. Eli motioned to me "Shotgun it from him, Matt" I kneeled down in front of Javi, and took his hit. Like Eli's hits, it was big. I knew I wouldn't be able to take many more hits from either without getting way too far gone. Almost as soon as Javi had finished pushing out the hit to me, he took the pipe and torch, and started to heat the bowl again. "Gotta catch up with your guys," he said. "Good plan," said Eli. "Matt's just done a big booty bump and its barely taken effect." "Sweet," Javi said, "And you? Where are you?" As he finished speaking, he put the pipe in his mouth. I couldn't hold my hit any longer, and exhaled it. "You know me. I've been sucking on the glass cock ever since I called you. And Matt's been sucking on my cock. Take the next one as well, Matt," Eli said. Javi was puffing at the pipe hard, getting as much of the vapor as he could. Finally when he stopped, he motioned for me to lean in and take his hit. It was even bigger and stronger than the first one Javier had done. I inhaled as much of it as I could, but even so, there was dense fog that escaped. "Nice," Eli said. "You'll catch up with us soon enough." "I'm feeling a bit already," Javi said. "But this bowl is spent." Still kneeling down in front of him, I took the pipe from him. He was right. The glass bowl was almost empty. As I was examining it, Javi stood up, and pulled off his shirt, throwing it into a corner. "Use my stash," he said, indicating the bag he had put on the table. "And don't skimp on loading it up." Hands shaking from the hits I had already done, and the booty bump starting to kick in, I emptied nearly half the bag into the bowl, filling it well. Javi kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his jeans. He wasn't as muscular as Eli, but was still well-defined. Across his dark chest, there was a smattering of hair, and a bit of it was grey. It was surprisingly sexy on him. He was wearing a pair of boxers and already, there was a definite tent growing in them. He sat back on the couch. "You should have the honor of the first hit, Eli," he said. I lit the torch, and melted the mass of crystals in the bowl. As the pipe began to smoke, Eli took it from me, and started to suck down the vapor. I held the torch under it, making sure he got a good hit. As he finished, he handed the pipe to me. "Your turn, Matt," Eli said, trying not to let any of the smoke escape from his lungs. I shook my head no. I was already feeling pretty far gone, and wanted to slow down a little bit. "Don't be a pussy," Javi said. "I want to see you do a hit." I reluctantly put the pipe to my mouth, and lit the torch. As I did my hit, Eli shotgunned Javi. The two of them started to make out as they finished exchanging the cloud. Javi reached down and pushed down his boxers as they made out. His cock sprang free, sticking straight up. Not as big as Eli's, it was still a very respectable eight inches. At the base, there was a thick bush and a pair of heavy balls. As I put down the pipe, Eli broke off his kiss with Javi. "Give me your hit," he said to me. "Then take Javi's hit." I leaned over towards Eli, and exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Immediately, Javi grabbed me, and I was forced to inhale his hit. It took me a moment to realize that this was the one that Eli had started. We were all sharing hits now, making sure that the drugs had maximum effectiveness. Even third hand, it was bigger and stronger than the one I just done. I being taken far further than I had ever planned. "Wow, that was weak bro," Eli said, as he blew out the hit I had shotgunned him. " You're in the big leagues now. We're going to have to get you used to what a real man does." "No kidding, man," Javi echoed. "Let's do this right. Hand me the pipe," he said to Eli. Javi grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to his crotch. "Suck me off," he said, as he lit the torch. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, feeling the firm warmth of his head fill my mouth. Javi was taking a long hit on the pipe, enjoying the combination of getting high and getting his cock licked to a firm erection. Eli was the biggest man I had ever encountered. Luckily, Javi wasn't as big. As his cock got harder, I realized it was going to be about nine inches long, and reasonably thick. I hoped that he was going to be the first to enter my hole, since he would help me get ready for Eli's monster. Javi finished his hit, and let the torch go out as I continued to service him. He turned to Eli, and then shotgunned the hit to the muscular black man. Once done, Javi relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over him. "Hot movie," he said, kicking back, watching the screen as he kept a hand on the back of my head. There was just enough pressure from Javi to let me know I shouldn't stop servicing his shaft. I kept up my efforts, trying to get more of his cock into my mouth. Eli finally letting out his hit. "Yeah, it is," he said. Noticing my efforts on Javi's, Eli asked, "How's that feel for you?" "Pretty damn good. But it would be even better if I could get into his throat." I knew it was less a request than an order. I pulled off his cock just long enough to grab the bottle of poppers and do a huff. As my attention returned to Javi's cock, Eli lit the torch again, getting ready for another hit. I ignored the sound of the torch and the faint smell of the crystal and focused on the shaft in front of me. I opened my mouth and worked my way down as far as I could. I made sure to get his shaft nice and wet. The extra lubrication would help me when I eventually had to force it deep into my throat. As Eli drew on the pipe once more, I felt Javi's cockhead hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, then forced myself to do what I knew I had to do. I could feel Javi push into my throat. The poppers were filling my mind, and all I wanted was to get as much of his man's cock in my mouth as possible. I tried not to gag. Javi needed a man to worship his cock, and I was lucky enough to be the cocksucker he had chosen. Even if it was because I was the only one there, it was still an honor to be on my knees, Javi allowing his cock to press into my throat. Once his cock entered my throat, it was surprisingly easy to take all of it. My lips soon hit the base of his cock, his balls right up against my chin. There was no response from Javi other than a low moan of pleasure. Still keeping his hand on the back of my head, Javi leaned over, and shotgunned Eli's hit. The two men stayed lip locked, enjoying a long kiss. I watched these two strong, masculine men kissing each other. But their intimacy and closeness only made them more desirable and more unattainable. They were sharing something between them that I wouldn't ever be able to understand. I knew I was just their toy for the day, something to help them relate to each other. I was providing them with the drugs they were flying on, the porn they were getting turned on by, and most importantly, the two holes they would be abusing all day. All of this, I glady gave for their pleasure. "Nice," Javi said, as they both blew out their smoke. Even though they had swapped the hit back and forth a few times, my head was still wrapped in a dense cloud of smoke. I knew they were both getting a good tweak going. I hardly knew either of them, and what I did know about the two wasn't good. But yet I was getting them high, and allowing them get me higher than I had ever been before. I knew the day, maybe even the weekend, was going to be a memorable experience for me. However, at the moment, my world was Javi's cock. I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to keep it hard, to show how much of a man Javi was, and how easily he had dominated me. At the very least, I wanted Javier to acknowledge me as a cocksucker. "Bro, you feeling good yet?" Eli asked Javi. Out of the corner of my eye, I could Eli was still stroking his massive cock. "Yeah, definitely getting there," Javi answered. "Cocksucker is doing a great job on my cock, and the favors are definitely fine." He took the pipe from Eli. "One more for me, I think," he said. "Share it with Matt, man. He needs it bad, especially after that last pussy hit he did," Eli said. "Right on." He lifted me off of his cock. "Ready for a proper hit?" he asked me. I was already missing the feeling of his cock in my throat, and I could only nod in response. To my surprise, he put the pipe in my mouth first. I had thought he was just going to shotgun his hit to me. But he held the torch under it. "You need to do a proper hit first," he said. I waited for the bowl to fill with smoke before I started to pull. I did several distinct huffs, each time making sure the bowl re-filled with the thick smoke. Each drag I thought would be my last, until I looked at Javi or Eli, and knew they wanted me to do at least one more. Finally, my lungs were full and I simply couldn't do any more. "Now, that's how a real man hits the pipe, cocksucker," Javi said, giving me a sign of his approval. I had a sudden rush of pleasure from his small acknowledgement, thinking I might just be able to share in the bond these two men had. But I quickly realized it was only the favors doing the thinking for me, making me feel more connected than I had any right to be. "Give it to me," Javier said, leaning into me. Our mouths met, and I exhaled my hit into his mouth. He didn't try to break off the kiss, but instead pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was a nice bonus, and I was glad to share the intimacy with him. He held the hit for longer than I expect, the entire time his tongue was probing and exploring my mouth. His cock had already done one round of exploration, and his tongue was even more proof how he had easily laid claim to my body and holes. Finally, he blew the hit right back into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it, but was able to inhale a good bit of it. Even so, a lot it was lost in a thick cloud around our heads. Despite being passed back and forth, it was still strong hit, at least as strong as any I had done. I knew I was going to soon regret partying so hard with these men. I wasn't sure of my choices or actions. My only guide to what to do was to make sure these men were hard, they were happy, and any of their desires were satisfied "There's another hit for you, cocksucker," Javi said. "Getting you where I want you." "Right on," Eli said. "Got any left in the pipe? You're still lagging behind me and the cocksucker." Javier took the pipe from me, and looked at it. "Still enough for at least one good hit." The bowl was warm from my hit and began to smoke quickly as he held the torch under it. Javi puffed a few times on the pipe, clearing out the bowl, and then began to suck on the glass cock in earnest. It seemed like he was on the pipe for an eternity, but my sense of time was so distorted, it was probably less than a minute. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took one last drag, emptying the bowl. "Spent?" asked Eli. Javi nodded, and I took the pipe from him in order to re-fill it. Before I could do anything, Javi grabbed me. He wanted to shotgun the hit to me. I shook my head no. I was really starting to feel the tweak, with my cock throbbing and my hole itching. Even as I started to smack my lips involuntarily, a classic sign for me of being tweaked, Javi locked onto my mouth and pushed his hit into my body. I inhaled as he wanted, and it filled me up. I held it as long as I could, as Javi explored my mouth with his tongue. Eli leaned into us, pushing Javier away. He forced his lips against mine, rubbing his thick stubble against my face. I knew what to do, and exhaled the hit into his waiting mouth. He sucked it in, fast draining my lungs. I had to break off the kiss, just to get some air in my lungs. Before I could breathe, Javi grabbed me back, and re-filled me with more of the drug. Eli and I sat there, letting the tina soak into our bloodstream and head to our brains. Finally, Eli exhaled. Only then did I feel ok in exhaling my own hit. Neither cloud was as thick as earlier ones, but they still were getting the job done. "Good?" Eli asked Javier. "Oh yeah. Time to have some fun," Javi said.

1. As I left my apartment building to get some coffee, he was standing at the entrance. He was listening to the phone ringing, but there was seemingly no answer. The only reason I noticed him was to admire the thick arm muscles and the subtle tattoos against his rich black skin. His tight t-shirt showed off his pecs and hard nipples, but it seemed thin in the brisk morning air. He had a small duffel bag sitting on the ground. I didn't bother shutting the gate as I walked away. I noticed he made no attempt to sneak in behind me. Fifteen minutes later I came back with with my coffee. He was gone, and I almost forgot about him. I climbed the steps up to my apartment, depressed by the grey, foggy morning. I doubted there would be any sun today. As I turned into my hallway, I noticed that there was a person hanging out, leaning against the railing. It was the same black man I had seen earlier at the front gate. He was hanging out near my apartment. Getting closer, I saw he had dropped his bag right by my door. "Can I help you?" I asked him. "Does Javier still live here?" he asked me, pointing to my apartment. "No. I live here," I said. "Fuck. I had been looking for Javi. How long you been here?" "About 4 months," I said. I had moved in recently, and still wasn't entirely unpacked. "You know where Javi moved to?" "No idea, sorry." "Damn. Spent all night on the bus getting here. Fucking need a hot shower bro," he said. I looked him over more carefully. He was about six six tall, and pretty much all muscle. Although it was hard to see between in the grey lighting of morning and his black skin, tattoos ran up and down both of his arms. There was a bit of stubble on his face, and his hair was cropped closely. Standing up over me, he was a little menacing. At only five eight, I knew there would be no contest between the two of us. "Well, I suppose you could come in and take a shower. Wish I could help you with with where your friend Javier moved to," I said. "Thanks, bro," he said. He grabbed his duffel bag as I unlocked the door. I let him go in first. "I'm Matt," I said, as he walked in. "Where did you come in from?" "I'm Eli, man. I came from the west side of the state," he said. He was being a bit evasive about where he had come from. I realized he was probably coming from the state penitentiary. He dropped his duffel bag by the door, and looked around the small apartment. "Done it up nice, bro. Much nicer than when Javi was here." I shut the door behind us. I should have been scared, alone with a big black thug, but my cock was twitching more than I cared to admit. "Thanks," I said. I grabbed a towel out of the closet. He had obviously been here before, because he headed straight to the bathroom. Even before he got to the bathroom he had already pulled off his shirt. His chest was impressively muscled, and there were more tattoos, across his chest, and over his washboard abs. I had tried not to stare, but I noticed that around his navel, there was a red biohazard symbol. He tossed the shirt into a corner, grabbed the towel from me, and walked into the bathroom. He was still wearing his grey sweat pants and an old pair of sneakers. He closed the door and a few moments later, I heard the shower start running. I picked up the shirt from the ground; even just holding it in my hands, I could smell the sweat and grime on it. From the size of the duffel bag and the condition of the t-shirt, I guessed he didn't have much in the way of clothing. It was clear that anything I might have wouldn't fit him. I put the shirt on a chair in the living room, and started to sip my coffee while Eli showered. He didn't take long in shower. I had barely started on my coffee when the water was turned off. Eli shuffled around a bit in the bathroom, I guessed he was drying himself off. Soon, he opened the door, and walked out into the living room. He had slung the towel over his shoulder, and was otherwise totally naked. I didn't bother trying to hide my staring at him. His legs were just as well-defined as his chest and arms, and handing between them was a fat yet still limp cock and two huge, low-hanging balls. I tried to focus on his face, but I found myself constantly glancing back at his cock and thick bush. He at least pretended not to notice me staring. "Thanks bro. I needed that. Not had that hot of a shower in a long, long time." "So, what were your plans for the day?" I asked. He had turned around, looking for his duffel bag. His ass was two perfectly balanced black globes, just as hard and perfect as the rest of his body. I wanted to kneel down, spread his muscular cheeks and worship his hole. "Fuck bro, I don't know. Was hoping I could crash with Javi for a bit. And try to have some fun today. It's been too long since I've had the chance." He found where he had left the duffel, and knelt down. As he rummaged through it, his low-hanging balls were swinging heavily between his legs. I guessed they were full of accumulated jizz. I wanted nothing more than to be the one to drain them for him. "What kind of fun are you up for?" I asked. "I don't care bro. Just kick back, have a good time. Javi was always good for a wild party." He found what he had been looking for, and he turned around. He had a threadbare pair of underwear and a small book. "Damn, I wish I knew where he went. Hope his cell is still the same." "Like what you see, bro?" he asked, not yet putting on the underwear. "Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he had noticed. "That's cool bro. Maybe we can have our own party," he said. His hand dropped down to his groin, and he started to rub his cock a bit. "I can borrow your phone? Wanna see if I can get a hold of Javi." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. "Here you go." He took it from me, and started to page through his address book. He let the underwear drop to the ground. "Yo, bro. Gotta be honest. You got any party favors?" he asked me, as he stopped searching through his book. He dialed the phone. "What do you like?" I asked. "I've got some pot and other things." Eli's face brightened up when I mentioned "other things." "Bro, I'd love to smoke some meth, if you've got it." He was slouched back on one of the chairs facing me, his legs spread wide. It was still difficult for me not to stare at his cock. Even half-hard it was massive; a good seven inches long and nearly beer-can thick. I had no idea if I was going to be able to do anything with it, or even if I was going to get to play with our partying. "Yeah, I do," I said. I hadn't even used up my last baggie and had just bought two more grams the previous day. "Well, damn, bro. Share your wealth, and I'll share mine," he said. He shook his cock at me, indicating exactly the wealth he had to share. He held the phone up to his ear and I thought I could hear the sound of ringing. "Right on, man," I said. The ringing had stopped and I heard a muffled answer. "Yo, Javi, my man. This is Eli," he said into the phone. He clicked the volume down a bit, and I couldn't hear the other man any longer. A pause, then "Yeah. I got out yesterday. Got here this morning." I went into the bedroom, and found my pipe, torch, and the full bag of favors. In the living room, Eli was still talking. "Hanging out in your old apartment, actually. Cool guy here now." I rummaged through my bed stand, and found a few tablets of Viagra. "Yeah, totally. We're just getting the party started. You should come over." Supplies in hand, I came back to the living room. Eli had moved to the couch, where I had been sitting. I put the supplies down on the coffee table. "Awesome bro. See you in thirty then," he said, putting the phone down. He looked towards me. I tied to meet his eyes, but was still distracted by the massive tool between his legs. "Javi is coming over in a bit bro. We'll have fun today." He grabbed his cock, playing with it a bit. "Not as big as me. But he's not bad at all and definitely knows how to use it." I wasn't sure about having two strangers in my place, much less two strangers high on crystal meth, but my cock was starting to think for me. "Found a Viagra, if you want that as well?" I said. "You think you can handle me fucking you on V?" he asked, laughing. I stared at his cock. I knew this was going to be a day like I had dreamed of, and I didn't want anything to mess up the party. "I know I can." I said. "Well, get me something to drink. You got any beer bro?" I went into the kitchen, and brought him a cold can of beer. He took the viagra and washed it down. "Just a sec," I said, and went back into the bedroom. I found some poppers and lube, and brought those out. "Right on, bro. This is just what I needed," he said. "The pipe loaded?" he asked. I shook my head no. I sat down on the couch next to him and got a big chunk of crystal out of the baggie. I put it in the pipe. The bowl still looked a little empty to me, so I added two smaller shards. I took the torch and lit it. I melted the shards in the bowl. As I prepared the pipe, Eli watched. He grabbed the lube off the table and poured a little on his cock. When the first thin wisp of smoke curled out of the pipe, I handed it to him, to let him have the pleasure of the first hit. He took the pipe, one hand holding it as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his cock. He held the pipe in his mouth as I held the torch under it. The crystals crackled and smoked in the intense heat of the torch. He emptied the bowl several times, pulling a strong hit. After the fourth or fifth pull, he indicated he was good. I let the torch go out, and he pulled the pipe out of his mouth. He held it for a few seconds. Then, he blew out a thick white cloud right into my face. "Your turn," he said, as the smoke slowly dissipated in the room. I took the pipe and started to heat it up. As I let it melt and smoke, he took another swig of the beer. "You got any porn?" he asked. "Helps me get in the mood." I just nodded, as I took my first drag from the pipe. I felt the drug fill my lungs, my heart pounding in anticipation of the incipient high. I did a proper hit, and held it long, then blew out a thick cloud. I handed the pipe and torch to Eli for him to go again. "What kind of porn are you into?" I asked, right before he took another hit from the glass pipe. "Anything, bro. Gay. Straight. Black. White. I don't care. The freakier, the better." I got up and pulled out something I had downloaded a few months ago. It was a bunch of short gay flicks, mostly hung black guys fucking white guys. It was also bareback, which gave me a moment's pause. I worried it might set the mood for the rest of the day. I didn't know how to bring up condoms for Eli, if one would even fit him. As I put it on, Eli took another hit from the pipe. I came back to the couch just as he was exhaling the hit. He handed the pipe back to me. I put it in my mouth as he lit the torch under it. "Big hit this time, Matt. Gotta get you in the zone, bro." I sucked on the pipe, getting nice thick hits of the meth. Even when I motioned that I had had enough, he kept the torch under the pipe. "Just a bit more, bro," he said. "You're gonna need it for what I have planned for you." I tried to keep on inhaling the smoke as best I could, even as my lungs felt like they were bursting. Finally, he pulled the torch away, grabbing the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, Matt, until I say so" he said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth and started to do his own hit. I was about to exhale, but he indicated for me to hold it a bit longer. It wasn't until he had taken all of his hit that he motioned me to breath out. Just as I was finished emptying my lungs, he leaned in towards me, making it clear I was going to get his hit. We started to kiss, and he shot-gunned his hit to me. It was far bigger than the one I just did, and he made sure our lips were locked long enough for it to get absorbed. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and let me breath the hit out. I was a little surprised a macho thug type like him would kiss, but I didn't protest the unexpected intimacy. I could feel my body tingle, as the tina started to take effect. I was definitely getting horny and wanting to do more than just kiss and share hits of the meth. I turned my attention to the TV. On screen, a white guy was on his knees, trying to swallow a huge black cock. I looked at Eli's cock, and realized that his shaft was even bigger than the one in the video. "You like it, bro?" he asked; I couldn't tell if he meant his dark cock, or the white guy struggling to swallow the black cock on screen. "Yeah, I do," answering for both. "Why don't you get more comfortable. You gotta get naked like me, man," he said. I did as I was told, throwing my shirt into a corner, then stepping out of my jeans and underwear. My cock was only semi-hard and seemed tiny in comparison to his. "Nice bod, bro," Eli said, running his free hand over my hairy chest and taut stomach. "Not sure how my cock's gonna fit in you. But don't worry, we'll make sure it does." "Hot movie," Eli continued. "Why don't you get down on your knees, and show my cock some love, just like that white boy." I pushed the coffee table back a bit, and knelt down in front of him. Up close his manhood seemed even bigger than I first realized. I had no idea how I was going to take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. "Just relax, and work slowly. I know you'll be able to take it," he said, almost reading my mind. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. As they took effect, his cock no longer seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. I knew I could take it, and further, I knew he would love every second of it. I took his warm cockhead into my mouth, savoring the small drop of pre-cum at its tip. I started to work my way down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It wasn't an easy or fast process, but it more than satisfied my sudden need for dick. Eli was enjoying it as well. He spread his legs wide, giving me better access to his cock and balls. He leaned back, not caring about anything but the pleasure of the blowjob. After a few minutes of effort, I had barely gotten more than a third of his cock into my mouth. But, it didn't seem to bother him. He was moaning in pleasure, letting me know how good it felt for him. He grabbed the pipe, and lit the torch. I glanced up at him just in time to see him slowly melting the drug in the glass bowl. Right before the smoke began to leak out the top, he looked down at me and said, "Don't stop sucking, bro. It feels fucking great." He put the pipe to his lips and did another long hit. I was glad I had loaded up the bowl, since it he was enjoying big hits. I was feeling like I was almost in the zone, and needed only one more hit before I was completely at his mercy, ready to be used like the cocksucker I was. He pushed out his hit, covering the two of us in a thick white fog. Eli was getting too much pleasure from my oral service, so I knew he wasn't going to offer me a hit off the pipe. Instead, I settled for another hit from the poppers, and did my best to swallow another agonizing inch of his cock. His cockhead started to hit the back of my throat, and I did my best to suppress my gag. But, with my mouth already stretched as wide as possible and his fat cock pressed against my throat, it was hard to do. Even with the poppers, I had to pull off and catch my breath. "Damn bro. Most guys can barely take my head. That was fucking amazing," he said, clearly impressed. "Take a breather," he said, "Catch your breath." grabbing my arms and pulling me up on to the couch. I relaxed for a moment. My hand dropped down to my crotch, seeking out my dick. My cock was still half-hard. The crystal hadn't yet reached it and left it limp and lifeless. It was leaking precum. Eli reached across, and grabbed my cock. "Not bad, man," he said, impressed by its current size. He stroked my cock a few times, but then worked his hand down, grabbing my balls and starting to finger and explore my hole. "You're a tight ass, bro. Literally. Gonna have fun fucking you." He pulled his fingers out long enough to put a drop or two of lube on them. He pushed back into me, getting a little deeper. Even his fingers were big, and I acutely felt the intrusion into my hole. "You ok, man?" he asked. "Or do you need another hit?" He left it ambiguous enough that I didn't know if he meant poppers or crystal. "Yeah. Just a lot bigger than I'm used to," I said. I tried to shift my weight around, giving him easier access to my butt and also trying to relax as much as possible. He didn't stop, but pushed into me further; I could feel his second knuckle slide into my hole. He wiggled his finger inside of me. It sent a shock of pleasure running through my body and I moaned involuntarily. But then, suddenly, he pulled out. I felt empty, like something important had slid out from my body. "Pick out a nice big shard from your stash, man," he said. "You're not in the zone yet." I got off the sofa and down on my knees again. I looked through what was left in in the bag. There was one decent-sized piece of meth left. The rest of it was all small bits or dust. I fished the big one out of the bag, and put it on the coffee table. I grabbed the pipe, but he stopped me. He leaned over and took a look at it was I wondered what he had planned. "Nice, bro. Now, just bend over the table and relax." He paused for a second. "You may want these," he said, handing me the poppers. I took them, and did a huff from the bottle. He carefully picked up the shard of meth. With his free hand, he spread apart my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. I realized he was going to stick the crystal up my ass, not bothering with the ritual of a booty bump. I had heard this was almost as intense as slamming. Terrified of what I'd do flying high, nevertheless, I did another huff of poppers, forcing myself to relax. His finger pushed into my hole, guiding the sharp rock into me. I could feel it scraping up against my tight moist hole, slowly starting to dissolve and enter my bloodstream. He pushed his finger in all the way, first one knuckle, then a second knuckle, and finally the base of his finger. "There, Matt," he said. "Just relax, and let it melt, bro." I took another huff from the poppers as he slid his finger out of my hole. I could feel the shard of tina that he had left behind. I knew it had already started to dissolve, the drug going straight to my brain. I wondered what I would let him do over the next few hours. As his fingertip slipped out of my hole, he gently massaged it, making it close up. "That bump should last you for a good while," he said.

5. Nathan I woke up the next morning to the sounds of an unfamiliar alarm. I remembered that Jason was next to me, still sound asleep. Still sleep-fogged, I realized that it was Jason's phone right as the ringing stopped. He looked so peaceful, sleeping there in my bed, totally oblivious to the phone. My cock twitched, still hard with morning wood and eagerly anticipating the chance to get back inside the boy. I wondered if there was still any of the sperm from last night's activities, or if Jason's body had already absorbed all of of my swimmers. It would be nice to slide up there without needing any additional lubrication, but I thought that would be unlikely. As I was getting ready to wake him for a morning fuck, his phone chirped again: this time for a voice message. I nudged him slightly, and he yawned, smiling at me. "Wake up," I said. "Your phone was ringing." "Fuck," he said. "What time is it?" I had to look at the clock. I was surprised to see that it was still early. "Not too late. Only 8:30." "Damn. Who calls me so early?" Jason asked. He reached across me and grabbed his phone from the bedtable. I could feel his hard cock rub against me, and I wondered how the buttplug was feeling for him his morning. He listened to the message. As he did, my fingers played across his body, working their way down to his trimmed pubes and then between his legs. The buttplug was still lodged in place, and I grabbed the base, slowly twisting it. Jason let out a small gasp as the plug spun in his ass, but made no move to stop me. "Fuck. Thomas wants me to film a scene tomorrow morning," Jason said, putting down the phone. "That a problem?" I asked. "Not really. I was just going to work out. I can fit it in. And the money wouldn't hurt either." He paused for a moment. "Just not sure I'm in a top mood right now." I had been hoping he was going to want another load pounded into him this morning. He smiled at me, and I knew he wanted it just as badly as I wanted to give it to him. "Well, I've got a hard cock that needs some relief this morning," I said. "For tomorrow, just do the scene, and get your rocks off. Once you're done, balls drained, you should come over here and get your gut pumped full of sperm. Sound good?" "Fuck yeah. That's what I'll be needing," he said. He reached down and grabbed my hand. Together, we pulled on the buttplug, and with a wet pop, it came out of his hole. "And right fucking now, I need some of your special sperm," he said. Jason climbed on top of me. His ass was now empty and I knew he needed something to fill it. He wasted no time starting to rub himself against my hard cock. Reaching beside me I fumbled through the bedstand for some lube. There were some rubbers, but I knew we wouldn't be needing them this morning. I grabbed the lube and found a bottle of poppers. I handed the poppers to Jason, and put some of the lube on his tight hole. He moaned as the slick, cold liquid spread over his senstive hole. I pushed a finger up into his hole. There was still a bit of the lube from last night up there. Jason did a quick hit of the poppers. As they hit, his ass opened up for me. It didn't take lone for me to be able to get two fingers up there. "You ready for the real thing?" I asked. "Please, yes," he gasped as we both fumbled into position for him to sit on my shaft. I tried to stroke my shaft a bit, getting just enough lubrication on it for it to slide into him. But he couldn't even wait that long. He was pressing against my cockhead, forcing himself onto my shaft. His hole swallowed my cockhead easily, and almost before I knew it, he had taken the full length of my cock. The speed of the penetration was surprising. I had bare been able to prepare for it. He took a few seconds to get used to me inside of him, just sitting on my cock, not moving. "So hot and so moist," I said, enjoying being back inside of this amazing man. "Gonna give you a potent load this morning." "Please man, you know I want it," he said. He had acclimated to having my cock in him, and was now riding it aggressively. Even though I was rock hard, I still I had to hold on to his waist and guide his movements to make sure I stayed in his hole. I was scared I was going to pop out of him right as I was spurting, and my precious seed would go to waste. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit myself, then offered it to him. He took it readily, and soon we were both floating on a cloud of pleasure. I could only focus on the warmth around my dick and all that Jason knew was my manhood invading him. I had woken up horny, and I knew I wasn't going to last long with him riding me like this. "I'm gonna cum soon," I said. "You still want me to shoot it inside?" "Do you even have to ask? You know I want your sperm. Your cum. Fuck, I want your virus," he said. He had a look of raw desire on his face, and I was only too happy to give him what he needed. "Take it, boy," I grunted. My hips were thrusting wildly, pushing my cock into the abyss of his hole. I could feel my jizz shooting out of my cock, right into his body. "Get your morning injection of my HIV-laden sperm," I said. "Please man, give it to me. Shoot your jizz deep in me." He was milking my cock with every stroke, getting every drop of cum he could. It was hard to believe that only a few days ago, he self-described as exclusively top. He had rapidly become one of the best bottoms I had ever fucked, able both to get me off quickly and take the longest poundings I had given. Not to mention his unique talent of extracting every drop of semen out of me. "Damn. Love your cum in my hole," he said. "No. Not love. I need your poz juice in my hole." Luckily I had a few more spurts of cream to give him. My balls hadn't had very long to re-fill from the previous night, so it wasn't as big of a load as I dreamt of giving Jason. But it would be more than enough jizz to start off his day properly. "You want to get off, boy?" I asked him. Jason's cock was still hard as a rock, bouncing up and down as he rocked on top of me. He had taken the poundings without any complaint, and it was time for him to get one more reward, above and beyond my toxins in his body. "I wish I could. If I'm doing a shoot tomorrow, I need to avoid cumming today," he said, regretfully. "This evening, I'll be hard as steel and bouncing off the wall." I remembered what it was like to be young and constantly horny. He slid off my cock, and laid down beside me. "What are you doing today?" "Need to edit some photos and get out a contact sheet or two. But no other plans. And you?" "Gym. And I need to work this afternoon. The normal. Can I come over tonight? I want to see you again. I want you to breed me some more." "Of course. You're going to get all the cum I can give you tonight. And tomorrow. And as long as you want. When is the taping tomorrow?" I was wondering how much of Jason's time I could get over the weekend. I had remembered our conversation the previous night about other guys fucking him. I was hoping I could make the weekend a special one for him. "He wants me there at 10:00. Probably last about six hours or so. Why?" "I was thinking what we could do over the weekend." "Fuck me? Repeatedly? Deeply?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "Well, of course that. Get more of my potent cum into your hole. But I was thinking." I paused. "About?" "Well, I was thinking about what we were talking about the other night. I could probably find a few friends to come over. Help you continue on your journey. You'd get a few more strains, which will help to overpower any of your defenses." I wasn't sure if I was going too fast for him. But it got me aroused just thinking about several guys using his hole. And I'd get to enjoy the aftermath. "I mean, if you'd be up for that." "Fuck man. You were serious about that, weren't you?" "I was. You still ok with it?" I looked down and saw that he was slowly stroking his cock. It hadn't gone down at all since I had fucked him. If anything it had gotten harder since I mentioned the possibility of a gang-bang. Right as I started to watch him, a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. I knew my question had been answered. "Definitely down for that, Nathan. I'll take any load of cum from you or that you direct my way. Don't care who it's from, what their status." He rubbed the pre-cum onto his shaft, using it as lube. "Anything for you. I'm completely serious," he continued. "Anything." "Not scared? Nervous? Or even worried?" He was putting his ass on the line, literally and figuratively. "Yeah, I am. A little. But you're around to guide me, and this is something I need to do. I probably needed to start this a long time ago, and I just didn't realize it. Now I do." He paused, our eyes locked together. "And you're a man that I trust. And I need to do this. With you." He kissed me. "How many guys are you going to get to nail me?" "I'll have to see who is available. I know a few guys that are definitely up for breeding and seeding your hole. And I'm sure one or two would especially welcome the chance to fuck a hot top like you. A fucking sexy, negative top, no less." "So, they would all be poz, right?" he asked. "Of course. For you, it's the toxic seed you need, not just the bareback fucking." I was glad he was still willing to go forward with this. He had an amazing ass, and it felt selfish not to share. I wanted other men to experience the pleasure I was getting out of it. And I wanted him to get used to letting men use his hole. Right now, I knew he was desperate for every time he could get my hard cock, for every drop of my deadly cum he could take. The mania to bottom would be reduced once he was infected, but I wanted him to be hooked on the feeling of a cock in his hole, and used to many different guys breeding him. "Awesome man. And you'll fuck me after that?" "Of course. I'd love to work all those loads into you." I sat up in the bed. "Want a shower to start the day?" I could see a bit of dried cum still on his chest, and I knew his ass was still wet and sticky with lube and sperm. "Nah," he said, getting out of bed. "I'll work out, then shower." He pulled on his shorts, skipping the jockstrap entirely. "Besides, I love being at the gym and reeking of a night of sex. Makes the other guys jealous." "Or horny?" I asked. I had this image of Jason fucking some older muscle stud in the shower. He would be focused on pounding the stud's ass and totally oblivious to all the men around the periphery stroking their cocks in naked desire. I had a need to be that muscle stud and be getting Jason's cock in my ass. But getting fucked by him would have to wait. I had a mission I had to complete first. "That too," he said. "I've recruited several guys for the films because they were staring at me in the shower and lockers." I followed him as he wandered into the studio, gathering up his stuff and pulling on the rest of his clothes. "Sweet. And you can now offer up your ass as well as your cock." "Right on Nathan." He had found all of his stuff and put on his shoes. "I wish I could stay longer. But I need to hit the gym, before I have to get to work." He gave me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him one last time, and kissed him back, longer, deeper. Our tongues probed each other, and I felt my cock stirring again. Unfortunately, we had to break it off far too soon. I walked him to the front door, and saw him out. I didn't really care that I was still naked. Most of my neighbors had seen me naked at least once before. As he walked down the street, out of sight, I stood in the doorway, naked, and feeling more alone than I had felt in a long time. I had to figure out what to do with the day. I wanted Jason to still be here, telling me how much he wanted my cum in his hole. I knew that the product shot that afternoon was going to be pretty simple, which left far too much time to think about the HIV-infected loads marinating in Jason's hole, and how I could get more of them into him. I started by making some coffee. As I was drinking my first cup, I began to e-mail my friends and fuckbuds. I wanted to find out who would be able to make it tomorrow.I wanted Jason to really enjoy getting fucked by other guys, not just me. I wanted to have not just a fondness for cum, but an outright love for cum, a need for his ass to be dripping smene. I knew it was going to be a bit of a crapshoot, who would be both available and willing. I tried to find more than I thought I needed or wanted, figuring that there would be a lot of rain checks. As I browsed the morning paper, and worked on a second cup of coffee, I started to get some e-mail. The first acceptance came in. Michael said he was available later in the evening. That worked well; I wanted Michael to get him last, when Jason's ass was dripping with jizz. Michael had a perverse sexuality, and I knew he would be able to make Jason squirm with pleasure and writhe with fear. From the beginning, I knew I wanted Jason and Michael to fuck, but I was still a bit nervous about the pairing. Michael was intense. Although I was pretty sure Jason would be able to handle it, I wasn't completely sure he wouldn't break down. Within an hour, I had four people confirm. First up would be Sean. We had a long history together, despite him occasionally disappearing into heavy partying. Next would be Jake, a guy I had met through Thomas. He was usually a bottom, but was slowly learning about his top side. After that would be Eli, a hung Afro-American thug type. He has found out he was poz while in prison. I hadn't asked much about his life before that, or how he had ended up in jail. Finally, there was Michael to wrap up the afternoon. Together, the four would make an interesting cross-section of men for Jason to experience. As well, Jason would get a chance to learn how they had gotten the virus, and how each one coped with and enjoyed their poz sttus. Of course, they would breed Jason with their deadly semen. It would be exactly what Jason needed as the next step on his journey.

4. Jason Despite having just pounded my ass twice and shot two loads in me in less than an hour, Nathan seemed to hardly need any time to recover. Even before his cock had fallen out of my hole, he had grabbed the camera from the table. He shot pictures of the remanants of jizz on my stomach, my post-orgasmic smile, and my slowly softening cock. "Remember, you're here first and foremost for a photoshoot," he said, smiling. "The breeding is just an extra." I didn't mind the picture taking that much. But what I really wanted was for him to lie next to me, to feel his warm skin next to me, and to know this was more than just professional, that we were more than just fuckbuddies. I hoped I wasn't reading too much into our mutual attraction. Maybe he just wanted me for my negative hole, another boy for him to poz up, and another notch on his belt. I was happy to be his neg boy, but I was realizing I wanted more from him, something deeper. "You almost done with the pictures?" I asked. "I think so. Just want to get a few of you dressing though." I hoped that my face didn't reveal how much of a punch in the stomach that statement was. I didn't want to get dressed an leave. I had been hoping to spend more time with Nathan. Maybe even get to wake up in his bed tomorrow, his morning wood ready to plunge deep into my greedy hole. "Sure. What do you want me to do?" I wanted to be a good sport about it, even if I wanted to stay naked in his bed. He hadn't actually sent me home yet, and there was the chance that I could get him aroused enough to give me another charged load. "Why don't you start by putting on your jeans?" I grabbed my jockstrap, and began to put it on. "No. Not the jock. Just the jeans. Leave them unbuttoned." I was relieved. It would give me one more chance to get undressed in front of him. We continued the shoot. He ended up taking pictures of me in various stages of dress: just the jeans, just the tank top, and finally, a few with just the jock strap. The entire time, he stayed undressed, giving me a chance to examine his muscular body as he moved around me. To get a better angle, he would sometimes lie down on the ground. Other times he would stand on a chair over me. As he continued moving around, I noticed that his cock was slowly getting hard again. Finally, after nearly thirty minutes of taking pictures, he put down his camera. "I think that's enough. And anyway, I've filled up the memory card." At that point, I was in just the tank-top, my cock erect again and sticking straight up. "What now?" I asked. "You want to look at them?" he asked. It took me a moment to realize he was referring to the photographs. "Sure," I said. He motioned for me to follow him. I went to grab my jeans, but he stopped me. "Don't bother," he said. "I'm not going to get dressed yet." I followed him out of the studio back into his house. He ended up leading me to his study. There was a table in the middle, stacked high with photo books, a small couch in a corner, and in the other corner, a good sized desk with several computer montiors on it. He sat down in front of the computers, and motioned for me to sit in his lap. On the walls were large photographs pinned up loosely, most of men at various stages of nudity. I wondered if they were examples of his work. "Let's see what we have," he said. I was sitting between his legs, and I could feel his cock up against my ass. He was resting his head on my shoulder, and his beard rubbing against my skin was wired directly to my dick. One hand was on the mouse, using it to drive the computer. With his other hand, he reached around my waist, and he started to play with my cock. "Already hard again?" he whispered into my ear. His fingers ran up and down my rigid shaft. "It's easy around you," I answered. "Are these photographs yours?" I asked, indicating the ones on the wall. "Most of them, yeah." He spun the chair around and pointed at one. "That's Alan, if you were wondering." The picture was of an amazingly handsome man, with sandy brown hair, and a slight beard. Even from here, I could see his piercing blue eyes. He was shirtless, a spray of hair on his chest. Right above his unbuttoned blue jeans, there was a bright red biohazard symbol. Even from the photograph, his energy and raw sexuality was palpable. I would have jumped on his cock in a heartbeat, never once caring about his status. He turned the chair back to the computer, and returned to looking at the pictures of me. They were good, but I wasn't focusing on them. I was thinking about Nathan and Alan together. I wondered what Nathan thought in those moments as Alan first pushed his raw cock into Nathan's unprotected hole. Was he scared or excited? Had he known hot it would change his life? Had he given up his ass as readily as I had? "Now, that's fucking hot," Nathan said. I jumped out of my reverie and looked at the screen. It was a close-up of my ass, with some of Nathan's jizz dripping out. "Seems like a waste to me," I said. My hole was twitching, already needing Nathan back inside of me. "I want it inside" "Don't worry," Nathan said. "You'll get many more loads to replace it." He continued to page through the pictures. His cock was pressing into my back, slowly getting hard. His hand had also moved down, below my balls, and a finger was slowly tracing out my wet and tender hole. "You want to stay here tonight?" he asked. "Yes, I do." I tried not to answer too quickly. I didn't want to seem too eager to stay, to get to sleep with him. "Good," he said. "I wanted you to spend the night here. You getting tired at yet?" I looked at the time, and realized that it was nearly midnight. "I'm not as much of a night owl as I used to be," he said. "Yeah, I could go to bed," I said. "Good." He pushed me up out of the chair. He pointed me out of the study, to the bedroom. I lead, he followed. Once in the bedroom, he went into the bathroom. I heard him shuffle through a drawer. "Here's a toothbrush for you," he said. I followed him into the bathroom. There were a few bottles of pills out on the counter, and he had counted out a small pile of the pills. "Is that for..." I asked, my voice trailing off. It was a frank reminder of an aspect of the illness I hadn't really thought about. "Yeah, it is," he said. I was quiet as he counted out two more pills. He slowly took all of them. "You ok with this?" he asked, as he drank the last of the glass of water. He turned and looked me square in the eye. "I mean, the whole pozzing thing? We haven't really talked about it. We've just done it." He put the bottles away, a line of yellow soldiers in formation along the back of the counter. They were fighting a war we both knew they would eventually loose. I was quiet. I didn't know what to think. Once more, I was scared and wanted to run away. I had gotten myself into something I couldn't comprehend. I hadn't thought it through clearly or even much past the initial stages. I had just reacted to Nathan's masculinity and charisma. I had been letting my cock think, and more dangerously, I was still letting my hole, still hungry for sperm, do most of the decisions. I stared at Nathan, looking at him with fresh insight, more knowledgeable about what I was getting myself into. He was still a fucking sexy man, and I still wanted his cock fuck me. That cock would stay unsheathed. I was willing for him to mark me permanently as payment for these pleasures. I wouldn't ever ask him to pull out. I didn't know how to say what had just been decided for me by my treacherous cock and hole. Instead, I went up to him and just wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his scent. I could feel his cock against my groin, and it was getting hard. I knew what I needed to say was actually very easy. But, getting the word out, speaking it, was a harder thing than I had ever done. Finally, in just a whisper, I was able to say it. "Yes. Yes, I'm ok with everything." He didn't say anything in response. He just grabbed my head, pulled me in and started to kiss me. Our hands explored each other's bodies, never stopping the deep, searching kiss. He started to grab my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel his cock pressing against me, already hard as a rock. My fear of telling him my desires had now disappeared, and the words started to pour out of me. They were interrupted only by our frantic kissing. "Please, Nathan, I need your cock back inside of me," I was begging him. "You want my toxic jizz? Want me to infect you?" he asked. His cock was now between my legs, pre-cum starting to drip out. "Want to be my pozson?" "Fuck yes. I want your deadly virus. I need your dirty jizz inside me." I was grinding against his cock, trying desperately to get it into my hole. Unfortunately, because of our position, it wasn't going to happen. "Damn man. Put it in me," I asked. Nathan grabbed my ass, picking me up forcefully. He wrestled me onto the counter. Thankfully, my ass was now level with his tool. The stone top was cold against my bare skin, but I didn't care. "You sure you want it?" he asked. "You want a life of drugs every day?" He spit, and it landed on the tip of his dick. "Knowing your sperm is hazardous waste?" His cockhead was right against my hole. "Guys scared to even touch you in a bar?" The slightest push from him, and he would be inside. "Damn, Nathan. I don't care about that. All I want is your sperm. I need you to fuck me." I was trying to get my legs around his waist and pull him into me. I didn't want it to be his choice; I wanted to force him to breed my hole. It was now all about me, my hole, and my desires. However, he kept on pulling away, teasing me, getting me even more desperate for his cock and another deadly load injected deep into me. "You're a very hungry boy, Jason," he said. He was still teasing my hole with his cock, as I was squirming, trying frantically to get him inside of me. "You think you're worthy of my deathwand?" "Fuck. Give it to me. Infect me. Use your thick bioweapon on me." I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. The dirty talk was turning me on, and I needed some relief, even if it was just jerking myself off. Immediately, Nathan grabbed my hand and yanked it away. "No, boy. No touching yourself. No cumming until I say you can." He held my wrist tightly. We were well-matched in terms of strength, but I could probably overpower him if I wanted. Still, it would be a hard fight. Despite how badly I needed to get off, I needed his cock and ball juice even more, so I let him hold me back. "Ready for a kill shot?" he asked me. "Please, Nathan. You know I want it." I could barely control myself, I needed another load from him so badly. My cock was hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum even with just his cockhead nestled against my hole. "Drop your toxic load into me." Finally, Nathan pushed his cock into my hole. I had enough of his cum already inside of me that he slid in smoothly, filling me up. "You going to take my gun to the balls, boy?" he asked me, slamming his cock into my ass. "Fuck yeah! Pound it into me," I said. He released his grip on my wrist, and I went straight for my cock. "Is this really the kill shot?" I asked. I was enjoying the process, and I knew I would never get tired of him fucking me. But, at the same time, I wanted to know his seed had taken root inside of me. "You never know for sure. But you seem like a fighter. So, it's going to take a lot of fucking and a lot of cum before I can be sure I've knocked down all of your defenses." He slammed his cock into me hard. His balls were right up against my ass. Suddenly the fuck was right on the line between pleasure and pain. I must have winced, because I saw him smile. "It's not always going to be easy boy. And, at times this is going to hurt." Even as he said that, he kept on pounding my hole, not slowing down one bit. "But I know you can take it." He had an evil grin. "And I'm not going to stop." "Anything you can give me, I'm going to take," I said. "From a hard, raw, painful fuck to your deadly cum right into my unprotected hole." He adjusted his angle of attack. For a moment, I thought it was going to be easier, a little more gentle. But it wasn't. It only got worse. I felt every vein on his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "I trust you. You do know how to do this properly, right?" It was a strange paradox. I was trusting Nathan not to hurt me on the small things, even as he was also trying to give me a deadly disease. "Don't worry Jason. I'm going to make sure you're ok, even as we get you infected," he said. "But I'm still going to enjoy every single second of it." He slammed in deep, further than I expected, his cock exploring new territory. His cock opened up virgin parts of my body to exploit for its own deadly purposes. "This is what you need. I think even if you begged me, I wouldn't stop my deadly pursuit. I might not even slow down a bit." From what he had just said, I knew my next plea would be pointless, but I tried anyway. "Maybe not so deep, Nathan," I said. I was still a novice bottom, and he was pushing me way past my limit. "Please? At least this time?" "NO!" he said forcefully. I was surprised at the violence implied by his response. He shoved his cock all the way back into me, making sure it got deep, into a virgin part of my hole. There wasn't a drop of of lube or cum to smooth the journey through the channel. I was getting plowed open, fresh, fertile soil being tilled by the plowshare of his cock. "This is the way it has to be, Jason," he said, pulling out, then forcing himself into me more roughly than before. I tried my best to relax. I knew enough about bottoming that fighting his cock would only make it worse. It wasn't easy. My body was finally rebelling against this invader, realizing that Nathan's tool was a foreign body in some of my most intimate and delicate parts. "I know, Nathan. It's just more than I am used to right now." "I understand," he said. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers. He handed them to me. "But know this. This journey is going to be a hard one. Sometimes, this is how it is going to have to be." I understood. I was asking him to radically change me, and for it to be all pleasure and fun was unrealistic. I fumbled with the seal on the bottle, but was eventually able to get it open. I huffed deeply from the bottle, hoping that the poppers would help mask some of the pain of the fuck. It seemed like forever for them to take effect, but soon, I felt the wave of pleasure crash over my body. It helped, but it wasn't enough. I was still acutely aware of Nathan's powerful cock pounding my hole and every raw inch of his tool penetrating my abused hole. Nathan intuited my discomfort, probably from the expression on my face and my futile efforts to keep him from plunging all the way back into my body. "Still feeling my cock destroying you, huh?" he asked. "Yes," I said. The combination of pain, fear, and yes, pleasure was dominating my mind. It was hard not to yell out my answers in an effort to distract myself from the attack on my hole. "Please?" I begged. "Just a short break?" But, I already knew what his response was going to be. I prepared myself by doing another hit from the poppers. "You know we need to get my poisonous cum into your hole," he said, not once missing a stroke. "I could pull out. But then my seed would go to waste." I still had the poppers glued to my nose, trying to find some small place of peace amidst Nathan's attack on my body. "Do you want that?" "No," I said. "Please, no, don't waste it. I need you to get your virus into my hole." I was confused and scared. The fuck was turning painful, and I definitely wasn't enjoying it any longer. But at the same time, my attraction to Nathan was only getting stronger. My need for his jizz was as certain as ever. And despite, or maybe because of all these compteing emotions, my cock was still rigid and erect. The poppers were only further clouding my mind, making it hard for me to know what I really wanted. Although I didn't want to show any weakness to Nathan, it was hard for me to not start crying a bit. Nathan noticed my tears almost immediately. "It's scary, isn't it?" he said, stroking my cheek gently, almost lovingly. I could only nod in agreement. Despite his moves to comfort me, he hadn't stopped his pounding of my hole. "But, this all feels so good to me. Your warm, wet hole around my raw cock. Your young, innocent body under me. Your tears of pain and pleasure. It would be a betrayal of what we both want to slow down, or even worse, pull out." He took the bottle of poppers from me and held it under his nose. "But don't worry. I'm right on the edge." He took a long hit, then handed the bottle back to me. "Fuck man, breed me," I begged him. "Just fuck me hard and breed me. I want you to infect me.This is supposed to hurt, right?" "Right on Jason," he said. "You know this is how it has to be." Each stroke of his hard cock into me was like a hot poker. My hole was on fire, and I wondered if I was bleeding. I could barely imagine another second of this, much less what if Nathan decided that he wanted inside of me again tonight. "Oh fuck," Nathan screamed out, his cock forcing itself deep inside me again. Deep in my guts, there was a spurt of cum from his cock. His sperm was amazing. As Nathan's jizz spread across my hole, it quenched the fire I felt burning. I had expected it to make the pain even worse. Despite how hot his jizz was, it was like an ice cube deep in my hole, cooling and soothing it at the same time. "Please, fill my hole man. It feels so fucking good, your cum up there." "Fuck Jason. I want breed you every night. Getting to drain my balls into your hole is fucking paradise." He kept his cock in my hole, and I could feel several more spurts of his dirty cum fill me up. As it spread inside my body, I could feel the soreness and pain slowly disappear. "Like that?" he asked. I knew he saw my expression of relief. "Yeah, Nathan. With your jizz up there, it doesn't hurt as much." Nathan's orgasm had come to an end, and he was slowly pulling his cock out of my hole. "I don't want to loose a single drop of your cum," I said, clenching my ass around his shaft. "Good man," he said. With a pop, his cockhead fell out. It was an empty feeling, losing his penis from inside me. But at least his cum was still there. He kissed me, holding me close. "You ok?" he asked me as we broke off the kiss. "Yeah, I think," I said. "That was intense. More than I could take." His hand dropped down to my hole, and he pressed a finger into me. "Almost too much," I said. "Damn. Your hole is fucking hot. It was an intense fuck, even for me." He let his finger fall out of my hole. Nathan let go of me, but left me on the counter. He pulled out a drawer, and found something int it. "Let me put this in you. I want to make sure you don't loose a single drop of my death juice." He leaned down between my legs, and I felt something slide into my hole. "What is it?" I asked. It had slid in easily, and stayed in place. "Just a small buttplug," he said. "Make sure you don't loose a single drop of my pozcum." He helped me off the counter, to my feet, and lead me to his bed. I got in and he wrapped his arms around me as we got comfortable together. "You ok?" he asked me. "Yeah, I think I am." I was shaking a bit, trying to get used to the buttplug in my ass. At the same time, I was enjoying the mental and physical closeness I felt to Nathan. His scent filled my nose, and his body pressed up close to mine. "I'm glad. A good breeding can be really intense." He nibbled my neck, and his hand dropped down to my groin, fondling my cock. "But you took it like a man. And your ass felt so hot, so alive when I was inside you." "It's ok," I said. "I needed it" "Good. It's not always an easy process, you know." He paused for a moment. "Alan said it had to be rough and violent at times. But other times it will be tender and intimate. It was hard for me to understand then. I hope you can do it better than I did." "You're trying to get me sick. I know my body is going to struggle," I said. "And, sometimes, to be honest, it's hard for me to take mentally as well." "Don't worry. I'll be here for you. I wish I could say that if it gets to be too much, we'll stop. But I can't say that. Sometimes my virus takes over." "What if I didn't want this anymore?" I asked. "Is it too late for me?" "You can always leave, and it probably isn't too late." Nathan answered. His voice tore as he continued. "I'd be sad. But I would understand and I wouldn't stop you." Quietly he added, "Do you want to stop?" His arms tightened around me, holding me close to his warm body. Nathan's closeness was a rare comfort right then, feeling his warm body next to mine and his hands on my body. "No. I want to be here," I said. But, his matter-of-fact statement about what would be happening to me over the next few weeks was scary. I pressed up against him, trying to focus only on him, on my pleasure of having his semen inside of me. "You're sure you're ok?" he asked me, holding me close. It was at least this third time he had asked me that this evening. "With you next to me, inside me, yes," I said. I closed my eyes, and just stayed close to him. "Good. We should get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning. Or I can breed you again. Your choice." "Breeding," I said. It had been a long day for me, and even though my cock was still throbbing, I was getting sleepy. Nathan's breaths grew longer as well. I quickly fell asleep, nestled in the embrace of his strong arms.

3. Nathan Despite having just blasted a load of viral cum into Jason's hole, watching him play with himself was getting me aroused again. I wanted to get back inside of Jason, but I knew I would need a short respite before I would be ready for another round of fucking him and seeding his hole. In the meantime, we continued on the photo shoot. I had grabbed the camera and Jason was more than happy to continue to model for me. He laid down on the couch and continued to play with his cock. Of course, he was still hard as a rock. His masturbation was more than enough to start him dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum. I had to restrain myself from putting down the camera and licking it up. He covered his finger with the slick, milky fluid, and slowly licked it off. "I can tell. It's still clean," he said. "Unfortunately. I'll need more of your sperm to get what I need." This invitation was too much for me to resist, and I had to get a taste. I put down the camera, and kneeled down in front of him with his cock right on level with my face. From my new perspective, it was easy to see why he had been a top until now. There was an unforced masculinity about him, from his hard cock, to his heavy balls. His powerful chest and hint of chest hair only re-enforced his maleness. I didn't need any excuse, and took his cock head right into mouth, licking up every drop of his pre-cum. He was right. I also could tell that the virus hadn't yet had a chance to take root in his body. There was a purity and freshness about his pre-cum that I had not tasted from a man in a long while. It had been at least several months since I had the pleasure of playing with a neg boy. His pure pre-cum was an unique flavor, redolent of cleanliness and innocence. I could have easily sucked on his cock for hours at a time. It would be even easier once he had some of my DNA pulsing through his veins. Then, the two of us would be closer in flavor than ever before. "I was going to ask if you were always a top?, he began as he ran his hand over my close-cropped head and gently pushed me a little further down on his cock, but answered his own question remarking "...but I think you're answering my question." I didn't say anything. I just did my best to take as much of his cock as I could. It had been longer than I wanted to admit since I had even sucked off a guy, having been almost exclusively a top when I had the chance for intimacy. Still, I knew that with a bit of effort, I'd get all of his shaft down in my throat. I went down as far as I could, to an appreciative moan from Jason. I didn't quite get to the base, but it was a good first try. I pulled off, catching my breath, and looked at him. He was smiling, enjoying the attention I was giving his manhood. "God. No," I said. "This virus I've been fucking into you. I got it the same way you're going to get it. Lots and lots of bareback fucking, every load landing inside of me, not a single drop going to waste." "Can I fuck you? Please?" he asked as his hand returned to slowly stroking his shaft. My spit was providing more than enough lubrication for him. I grabbed his cock. Between my sucking and his stroking, it was rigid and engorged. It was about seven inches long, thick and meaty, with veins running along the length. Hanging below the base he had two egg-size testicles, heavy with accumulated sperm. He had never cum for me, and I knew how full his balls must be. He needed to be drained, and soon. His cock and balls weren't quite as big as mine, but it felt like a good match between us. I knew eventually I was going to get fucked by him. More than that, I really wanted to get fucked by him. I wanted to look into his face as he shot his wad into my guts. But first, I wanted to make sure my seed had taken hold inside of him. I wanted him to be pregnant with my sperm and my virus before he shot in me. "Let's make sure your gun is fully loaded, and you're not shooting blanks before you get into my hole," I answered. "Meaning?" "I want you pozzed up. Charged up and ready when you fuck me." "I understand," he said. "Completely." He reached down and pulled me up to his level. We kissed, and I felt my cock slide in between his legs, eager again and searching out his ass. As we broke off the kiss, he asked me, "Did you know who pozzed you up? How did it happen?" "Yeah, I know who did it." I had wanted him to poz me up. Just like Jason wanted me to infect him. "Do you still talk to him?" "Well, he died about two years ago. But before that, we had been lovers." I paused, then corrected myself, "No, we had been partners." "I'm sorry. How did he die? From this?" I assume Jason meant the virus. "No, he was always healthy. It was in car accident." "I'm sorry to hear that," Jason said, adding "I guess life can be odd that way, that something as random as a car accident could have done it." "Yeah, it happens. We had been together about eight years. He was the one who got me into barebacking regularly. Not to mention he was the one who infected me." I still thought about Alan almost every day, even if it was just for a moment. I still keenly felt what was missing. Not feeling his warmth next to me in bed, not being able to smell him on my clothes, not having his cock inside my hole. And most of all, not being able to feel his beautiful cock filling me with cum. And not being able feeling his masculine body underneath me, as unloaded my balls into his amazing ass. When we first met, I had been an arrogant little prick. I was twenty-five and still thought I knew everything. I had been barebacking seriously for about a year by then, but was still always insisting on 'neg for neg only'. No doubt I had many guys lie to me. Until Alan I had still tested negative. Alan had helped me finally grow up and understand my needs and desires, both in bed and in life. Alan had been defiantly, proudly poz, a biohazard tat right above his eight inch rod. I had rebuffed him several times, scared of his HIV status, of his age, and of his maturity. He was ten years my elder. One night we were talking online, and he invited me over. "You don't have to take my poz fuckstick raw. But I know, eventually, you'll want to. And that you'll love it." That night, I had been exceptionally horny. I let my cock do my thinking and decided to take him up on it. I was at his door fifteen minutes later. The home I was now living in. We shared some beer. Shared some weed. I had a sexy, masculine man sitting next to me. Then I was making out with him. He produced a bottle of poppers, and we shared a hit We made out more. We took off each other's shirt, and I discovered his muscular, hairy chest. Then we moved to the bedroom, and our pants and underwear came off. I licked his hard, dripping cock. He found my young hole, and rimmed me. Then, me on my back, him on top of me. His raw cock was against my hole. Then a shared kiss and a shared hit from poppers. And his cock was inside me, bare. I was finally being fucked bareback by a poz guy. I was past caring about his status. I was enjoying him inside of me, this amazing, positive man. The closeness and intimacy of our fucking was invigorating. It was the best sex of my life. When he finally came in me, I knew I could never rebuff him again. I'd take his load whenever and whereever he wanted to give it to me. After my test came back poz only a few short weeks later, he finally let me come inside of him. Several months later, I moved into his house. We never brought a condom into our home. We always fucked skin to skin, truly knowing each other, truly sharing ourselves with each other. "You okay?" Jason asked. I had drifted off, thinking about Alan. I missed him. I wanted him back. But I also knew what he would want me to do when presented with an opportunity like Jason. He'd want me to mount the boy and pump my jizz into him as often as possible. I knew instinctively that the best way to honor Alan's memory would be to make sure that his virus would live on in another man. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about Alan," I answered. "That's cool. I understand. Do you want to talk about it?" "No. I know what Alan would want me to do. And it's not talking." "What is it?" Jason rubbed his hands over my shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath. "He'd want me to fuck as many loads of sperm into you as I can." I smiled at him, knowing we both wanted this equally. "He'd love knowing he would live on, inside of you." "Why are we waiting?" Jason asked. I didn't need any more encouragement. He had slouched down on the couch a bit, and his ass was almost hanging off the edge of the couch. I got up on my knees, and pulled him a bit closer to me. He was in position for me to enter him again. He grabbed the lube, and poured some on my cock. I was already hard, ready to enter him for the second time that evening. "Give me a second," he said, as he rubbed a bit of lube into his hole. "I'm not quite used to this yet." I knew he was talking about getting fucked. Despite the insistent throb of my cock, I let him finger his hole and stretch it a bit. He swapped the lube for the poppers and did a short hit. He looked me right in the eye. "Go for it, Nathan. Please." Following his instructions, it took me only a moment to line up my cock with his hole. He grabbed my hips and pulled me inside of him. There was no resistance as my shaft slid back inside of him. I felt at home. I was going to fuck him for as long as he would have me, today, tomorrow, forever. We found our rhythm easily, my cock sliding into his hole then pulling out. Inside of him, my cockhead squished around in the warm, wet load I had fucked into him earlier. I rubbed it in, trying to make sure it was absorbed by his body. I needed it to become an integral part of Jason. This was a slower fuck than before, more deliberate and intentional. We were comfortable around each other, and there was no need to rush to the inevitable orgasm. This time was for us to learn the deep secrets about each other, to share our inner needs and desires. "God, this feels so good," Jason said. I leaned over and kissed him. "Yes, it does. I could do this every night. Several times every night," I said. "I'm going to hold you to that," Jason replied. I slowed down, still forcing my cock deep into him. This was an intimacy we both needed. He had wrapped his legs around me, pulling me into him. "I want you in me all the time." "Will you ever going to top again?" I asked, "or have I permanently turned you into a bottom?" He laughed. "Oh, I'm definitely going to top again." His hand went down to his groin. I thought he was going to start stroking himself, but he moved down further, and I could feel his fingertips against his hole and my shaft. "But this. This feels good. This feels right. Your raw cock inside of me. Breeding me." I just smiled, as he continued. "But you've got a point. I really need to wait before I start topping again. I have a new perversion, more than just fucking other men up the ass." "What's that?" "Swapping fluids. When you came in me last night, that first time, it all made sense." He paused for a moment. His face looked so innocent, happy, and at peace even as he was talking so forthrightly about these dark needs and desires. I had wrestled with them for years, only recently fully understanding my need to cum inside of a man. Or for a man to cum inside me. "Men are designed to inject cum inside a hole. It's their purpose in life. I had never denied it, but it really became real for me last night." "You're pretty perceptive," I said. "It's taken me years to understand that fully. And too many broken hearts." There had been many relationships that hadn't gone anywhere before Alan. Looking back, it was clear that what had been missing was a level of intimacy that could have only gotten through unprotected sex, by sharing our sperm. "Raw sex deepens a relationship, strengthens it. The bond between men can be very strong. But sharing cum can make it indestructible." "Yeah. I know what you mean." We kept on fucking, our faces inches apart. I was staring into his brown eyes, watching them as they searched out each nuance of my expression. "I'll still rubber up every once in a while, when I hook up with a guy. And there is a difference." "Are you still going to go safe?" "Never," he said, smiling. "I know I'm going to need to spread my seed. It's your seed, as well." "Good. Once you're locked, loaded, and pozzed up, we'll have to share our wealth." "Definitely. But for now, I'm a greedy bottom. I want your load. In me. Now." There was a hunger in his voice that was unmistakable. I recognized that hunger from my own past, when Alan and I had been starting out. I had the same need for Alan's cum, and I had been perfectly clear with him about my needs. "Of course," I said. "Don't worry. You're going to get a load from me." I pushed into Jason hard. I wanted to make sure he could feel the full brunt of my fucking. For an inexperienced bottom, he was doing amazingly well. I knew his ass was getting sore and raw, but I wanted it that way. I knew the tenderness was going to be the best way for my seed to take root. "Please, Nathan, cum in me. Give me your infected sperm. Make me your boy." He was begging me, and it was getting me so close to cumming. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a long hit. After his hit, he held it under my nose. I inhaled, knowing the poppers would be all I needed to push me over the edge. "Fuck man, knock me up. I want it," he screamed, his legs still wrapped around my waist, pulling me deep into him. "Take it, boy. I've got a loaded gun in your ass, and I'm gonna fire." Between my legs, I felt my cock throbbing. I lost all control, and then my cum was shooting out, landing deep in his hole. I didn't want this feeling to end. I knew it was for a good cause: making Jason my poz son. "Breed me! Fucking infect and kill me!" he said. He wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking off furiously. "I'm gonna cum," he said. I tried my best to keep on fucking him and pounding his hole, even as my own orgasm waned and my cock grew incredibly sensitive. Each stroke in and out of his tight hole was more stimulation than I could stand. "Don't stop," he said. I knew how close he was by his breathing getting shallow and fast. I did my best not to stop, feeling my still-stiff cock mixing up the cum and rubbing it into his hole. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, his hole tightening around my shaft. I felt Jason's explosive orgasm from my unique vantage point, my cock buried inside of him. The clenching of his ass milked out one more bit of cum from me, just as his own cock started to spurt. It was a thick, runny load of sperm, dripping out of his cock onto his flat stomach. With each spurt, I reached down and scooped it up, eagerly eating every drop. It was like manna to me: with every taste, I felt refreshed and ready to fuck all night. But, I was also longing for the time when he'd be able to shoot his own toxic loads into my ass. As I swallowed the last drop of his cum, it suddenly hit me why I was eagerly lapping up his jizz. His semen tasted like Alan's did. It had been so long since I had tasted Alan's cum. Now every time, every memory came flooding back. Once in a bath house, he had been at a glory hole and I was kneeling in front, sucking him off. Once on a dark transatlantic flight, carefully arranging the blankets, his cock buried in my throat. Or the many times as we woke up, kneeling on the floor, and servicing him before he dressed for work. His jizz was like drinking a fine wine, full of depth and complexity, changing with the seasons. I wondered what Jason wanted from me. There was a connection for me. And it was getting deeper and more intense with each hour of intimacy. But maybe he was just wanted me for my cum, my virus. I didn't want to think about that possibility. For now, it was enough for him to let me fuck him raw, and to hope he would want to come back for more. I wanted him to fill the void Alan has left. But that would have to be later, subject to all the vagries and randomness of life.

2. Jason I got home around 3:00, and managed to get my shoes and socks off before falling into bed. Nathan had gotten two more loads into me that night, and I could feel both his sperm and his virus slowly penetrating my gut, becoming a part of me as I fell asleep. In a weird way, it made me feel safe, that Nathan was becoming a part of me. I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. Normally, all I could think about was sticking my cock into a warm mouth or a tight hole and blasting my load into it. But that morning, I really wanted to feel a cock inside of me, pounding me, and forcing a load deep into me. And I wanted it to be Nathan's dangerous cock. My hand went down to my shaft, and started to stroke it. As I jerked off, all I could think about was the night before. Nathan's body against mine. Nathan's dick inside me. His mouth against mine. And most of all, those moments when his eyes rolled back, his hips thrust, and he exploded inside of me. His toxic dick snot shooting into me. I had only cum once last night, as he was fucking me the second time, so it didn't take long for me to get off that morning. It was a deep, wrenching explosion shooting hard from my cock. I shot all over myself, covering my chest with cum. Looking at it pooling on my pecs, I knew that I was still shooting blanks. Nathan hadn't yet been able to fire the kill shot. Lying there with a trail of jizz across my chest, freshly jerked out in Nathan's honor, I knew I had to see him again. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be just like him. I gave in to the inevitable, and called him. "Hey there. Was just thinking about you," he said. "You were?" "Yeah. We started something last night, and we need to finish it." "You mean?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that. He had gotten to my desires so directly. But, my dick surely knew my needs, getting hard immediately upon hearing him. How had he known so well what I wanted? "I was looking at the pictures from the photo shoot. We never even managed to get you undressed." I laughed. It never occurred to me that we hadn't even gotten a naked picture of me. "True, I guess we found other things to do." I remembered how I had begged him for the third load of the night, how it surprised me how much I needed it. And how much both of us had enjoyed the long fuck to get it into me. Part of me wasn't quite ready to face that need again. I had butterflies in my stomach, but my cock was throbbing. "We did find better things to do, didn't we? Don't worry though. I'm sure we'll be doing those things soon enough. I could give your ass at least two more loads right now." My ass twitched in anticipation. "Not having any second thoughts about me fucking you raw, are you?" "No. I've already jerked off this morning remembering it," I said. Judging by how hard my cock was right now, I probably had at least one more load in me. "Nice. I wish I had been there to see that." I asked "Please, can I see you tonight?" I was pretty sure of the answer, but I didn't know his schedule. "Of course. Swing by around 7:00. Wear the same clothes. We do need to finish the photo shoot. Otherwise Thomas is going to wonder." I wanted to keep Nathan on the phone and hear his voice as I pounded out another load. But I knew he had work to do. And I needed to start my day. "I'll see you then." "Good. And don't jerk off again. I want you horny and eager. I'm not going to jack off, so there will be a few big loads for you." We hung up. I was literally shaking in excitement. And fear. I had just made arrangements for another round of bareback fucking by an HIV-positive man. As the bottom. No pulling out. No avoiding his deadly virus. Two days ago, it would have been something I would have never imagined, much less considered. But today, I was fighting myself not to jerk off again thinking about it. I decided to try to distract myself and went to the gym. At the gym, I found myself working my glutes hard. It was as if my sub-conscious wanted to give Nathan the best possible ass to fuck, for him to want nothing else than to have his cock deep in my hole. Of course, seven o'clock didn't come anywhere near fast enough. As the hours dragged by, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to show up a little early. Before the gym, I had laid out the same clothes as the day before: the jeans, the tank top, and the jock strap. The jock strap smelled a bit of sex, some lube, a bit of cum, and a bit of Nathan. As I put it on, the smell and feel of it made my cock harden. I had to try to think about something other than Nathan in order to fit into the jock. Even the walk to Nathan's house was a constant source of reminders of him. In guys I passed, I thought I could see his eyes, maybe a hint of his smile, or worst of all a shadow of his cock in their crotches. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get through a full photo shoot without jumping Nathan and making him ravage my unprotected hole. Finally, I got there, and rang the doorbell. In moments, he was at the door, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. I could see a bit of his chest hair poking out through the top of the t-shirt and it was hard not to bury my face into it right there at the door. He pulled me in, grabbed my ass, and started to kiss me. I didn't resist. I couldn't resist. I let him explore my mouth and push himself against me. Like the night before, as I inhaled his scent, I knew I wouldn't deny him anything he wanted. It would be fundamentally wrong deny him any pleasure I could give. Finally, he broke off the kiss. "God, it's good to see you again." "Yeah. I couldn't wait to see you either." "So, should we get to work?" He closed the door, and motioned for me to follow him back to the studio. As we walked to the back, I noticed his ass for the first time. Like everything about Nathan, it was nearly perfect. I wondered if I would ever get to slide my cock up there, and mark, just as he was marking me. I wanted him to be mine. "Here we are. Why don't we start with you getting undressed?" he said. "Go slowly, so I can take pictures." "Sounds good." He had the camera and lights already set up, so I just started to undress. I unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall. In some photo shoots, it was hard for me to connect with the photographer, and figure out what he wanted me to do next. But with Nathan, it was easy. I wanted him as aroused as possible, until he had no choice but to rape me. I turned around, and bent over to unlace my boots. I knew he was getting an excellent view of my ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jock. I reached back, and pulled apart my cheeks. He moved in for a close-up of my hole. We continued this slow dance of me undressing: first, boots off. Then close-ups of my feet. Standing and stretching. Next, a slight smile on my face as my hand dropped into my jock strap. Stroking my cock. Tank top coming off. Tweaking my nips. Bending over. Pulling off my jeans. Finally, I reached back again, and slid a finger into my hole. As I pulled my finger out, I heard him stop taking pictures. "Wait. Stop," he said. I stood up. "What's wrong?" "This isn't right." I looked at him, but he was smiling. "There's no cum dripping out of your hole. We need to fix that." He unzipped his shorts, and stepped out of them, his already erect member popping up. "I think you're right. You got some fresh jizz ready for me?" "Definitely. Get my cock wet and ready, boy." I got down on my knees right in front of him, wrapping my lips around the tip of his shaft. Nathan's cock was pretty thick. I did my best to get it in my mouth. But, I wasn't really used to giving head. I tried my best to work my way down his shaft, I was able to get about half way down comfortably, his cock head was just pushing against the back of my throat. I looked up at him, and he was looking down, smiling. "All the way boy. You can do it, I know." I could hear the steely masculinity in his voice. I knew if I couldn't do it, Nathan would have no trouble forcing it into my throat. And he would probably even enjoy it. I swallowed, and started to work his shaft down my throat. Better I did it at my pace rather than at his pace. After a few minutes of effort, his cockhead was nestled in my throat, pushing against my windpipe. It was a new feeling of submission for me, knowing how close I was to either choking or gagging. Other guys, when I gave them head, it wasn't such a big deal. I'd work on their dickhead, lick up the pre-cum, and move on to the main course of getting my cock into their hole. This time was different. Nathan wanted control over my body, to know that he could do anything he wanted. And I was giving it to him, inch by gag-inducing inch. I looked up at him. He was watching me, enjoying me getting his cock hard and wet. "Don't stop, Jason. You're doing fine." He reached up and pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it in the corner. Seeing his hairy, muscular chest made me want him all the more. I reached around, and grabbed the small of his back, using the leverage to force myself the last inch down his shaft. That proved to be a little more than I could bear, and I felt myself gagging, unable to stand his cock in my throat any more. Nathan reacted quickly, pulling his cock out. "Relax boy. It's ok." His hands rubbed my head, comforting me. Just his cockhead was in my mouth, letting me breathe again. My mouth was watering, and a few tears dripped from my eyes. "You're doing well. It's not easy, is it?" he said. I nodded, just enjoying feeling his legs press against my chest, his dick drip some precum into my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and kneeled down, his face level with mine. I stared into his penetrating hazel eyes. "You look so beautiful with my shaft in you mouth. I want this to work for both of us." He kissed me. "It's bigger than I'm used to," I said. I was still crying a bit, a reaction to gagging on his manhood. He wiped the tears away from my cheek. "But I want you inside me." "I know. Just a second. Stay there." He stood up and went to a table in the corner. As he walked there, I couldn't help but stare at his now naked ass once more. Even that was sexy, I found myself wanting to bury my face in his crack, find his hairy hole and lick it. Get him to moan, and beg me to stick my cock up there. Not with the weak shaft I had now, but fucking him with my powerful poz cock. When both of us were infected with his virus. He pulled some lube and a bottle of poppers out of a drawer, and came back. "This should help," he said, as he put the bottle under my nose. I took a long hit, then he put it under the other nostril. "Again, Jason." I did another huff, knowing I'd be flying shortly. He did a hit himself, then held the bottle back under my nose. "Ready to take it all the way down, boy?" he asked. I nodded, and he put the cap back on the bottle. I looked at his hard shaft, right at eye level. Powered by the poppers, I knew I could do this. I felt his hands on the back of my head, his dripping cockhead against my lips. Then his cockhead was in my mouth, the virus-laden precum on my tongue. Further in, his cockhead was against the back of my throat,and I felt the beginning of a gag. I forced myself to ignore it, and then his cockhead was in my throat. Nathan pushing in further, and I was opening up to accept him. Then his cockhead was deep in my throat. Finally, my lips hit his pubes, and the two of us were linked perfectly together. It was one of the many ways two men could join as one, and it was a connection that we both needed right then. His balls were resting on my chin with his shaft deep in my throat. He was dripping his deadly pre-cum right into my stomach. The poppers had turned this from merely me on my knees sucking him off to outright cockworship. I was giving him the devotion a masculine, commanding man demanded and deserved. I had my hands wrapped around his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle in them and letting me keep my head right against his body. He was still holding the back of my head, which helped to keep my lips right up against his trimmed pubic hair. He moaned, enjoying the feeling of getting all the way into me, and me swallowing the full length of his shaft. "Fuck, Jason. That feels amazing." He relaxed his grip on my head slightly, and pulled out a bit. Then pushed his dick back in, the edge of his cockhead massaging my throat. I found, to my surprise, that my throat had relaxed enough that his penetration didn't bother me at all. I let him enjoy the pleasure of throatfucking me. I was finally able to let him slowly work his cock in and out. His hard shaft was going in and out of my mouth, rubbing against my tonsils and pressing into my airway. Finally, I had to take a breath, and pulled off of his dick. I looked up at Nathan, and he was staring down at me, his expression one of total bliss. "That head was fucking awesome, boy," he said. "How did it feel for you?" "Like kissing a god," I said, in between gasps of air. I hadn't thought I would be able to do it, but between the poppers and deep concentration, it seemed almost easy. "I love your cock inside of me. Any way I can get it. Any way you want." "And I love sticking my erection in you, Jason." He held my face close by his cock. I could feel the heat from it and could sense how wet it had gotten in my throat. "You want me to continue mouthfucking? Or cam I get back into your ass?" he asked. As much as I had liked sucking him off, I really wanted his weapon in my ass. All day, I had been dreaming of him fucking me again. The blow job was just to get him ready. I needed him to blast another load of his pozcum inside of me. "Get back in my ass. I need you to breed me again." "Right on, Jason." He pulled me up from my knees, and kissed me. His hands moved down to my ass, grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel his fingers gently rub over my hole. The contact sent chills through my entire body. He broke off the kiss, "You recovered from last night? Ready for more?" he asked. "I hope. Go slowly at first, please." "Once my cock gets inside your hole, I'm not sure I can control myself. I want to plow that hole deep. And hard." He pushed his cock between my legs, the head rubbing up against my hole. He continued, "I want to plant my seed way up there. Let it grow in your fertile, innocent body." "Please. Fuck me. Breed me," I said. I was rubbing my hole against his cock like a cat in heat. "Turn around. Bend over," Nathan told me. I did as I was told. My ass was up in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Nathan handed me the poppers, and poured some lube on my ass. It was a little cold at first, but he rubbed a finger over my hole, pushing in and loosening me up. I opened up easily, and soon he had three fingers inside of me. "Ready?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I need your cock inside of me. Your cum blasted deep." I was surprised at how quickly I had opened up. It was a sign of how badly I needed him. I took a hit from the poppers, and was then ready for his penetration. Nathan put some lube on his shaft, then lined his cock up with my hole. I could feel the head pushing against me. In an instant, I was no longer in control of myself. Some animal part of me had taken over, and was making all of my decisions for me. It was looking only for the immediate pleasure and not worrying about or caring about the consequences tomorrow. I pushed back against him, and with a quiet pop, his dick entered me. His poz cock. Again, totally raw and skin to skin. "Oh fuck. You feel so good," he said. "I could cum right now." He plunged all the way into me. With the poppers fueling me, I felt filled for the first time that day. Nathan fucking my hole raw was something I had always needed, but until yesterday had never known I wanted. "I'm not going to be able to last long," he said. He was pounding my hole in short, quick strokes. His dick was opening up my hole quickly, trying to force itself deep inside of me. "As long as I can get another load from you later," I answered. I didn't care when he came. I just wanted his sperm inside me. Although, I knew as soon as he pulled his cock out of me, I was going to want him back inside of me. I took another hit from the poppers. As I was snorting on the bottle, it suddenly flashed through my mind what else was in Nathan's semen: his virus. I was terrified, as my human, rational mind took over from my animal pleasure center. I wanted there to still be time to escape what I had gotten myself into. I would get some kind of morning-after pill. I would run away from this man, repress my attraction to him and his power to kill me. Be a good, safe boy for the rest of my life. But I knew it would mean I'd never really be alive. I'd never realize my true desires. Then the poppers hit me, and my animal side asserted its control again. I revelled in the pleasure of his cock inside of me. Suddenly, the danger and the risk of the bareback fuck became something that only tweaked my mind further. I was pushing back against his cock, and he was pounding me hard. We were both lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies, and the connection we had. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers from me. He did a hit. "I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "You want my load, don't you?" "Please, Nathan, cum inside of me," I said. Nathan grabbed my hips, and pulled me hard onto his cock. "Breed me with your poz cum." I didn't know where that outburst came from, but it was how I felt. I wanted to be related to this man. And getting his virus was the only way I knew how to seal that bond forever. Of course, it had to take. "Take it boy," he growled, "Take my toxic sperm." He slammed his cock into me one last time and held it there. I could feel his sperm shoot into me. He pushed in again, deeper and harder, right as another spurt of cum shot into my hole. He pulled out a bit, and the stimulation forced another jet of cum into me. On his next thrust, he let his dick fall out of my hole. I could feel some of his dangerous sperm land right on my pucker. I tried not to think of it as a waste, but I wanted it inside of me so badly. "So fucking hot, my jizz on your hole," he said. "Stay there, and don't get up." He quickly grabbed his camera, and started to take pictures. "Fuck, that's nice. Seeing my cum right on your raw ass." I heard the shutter click a few more times. "My negative, unprotected ass," I said. "Well, that's what we're trying to fix, boy," he said. "Too bad it didn't all go inside of me." "If you want my sperm so badly, why don't you push it into you yourself. That would be fucking hot, seeing you push it in." I reached back, and fingered my hole. It was still warm from the fuck, and wet and sticky from his cum. I used my finger to push his precious cum into me. He was taking pictures the entire time. "Damn. Thomas is going to wonder about these pictures," he said. "Let him," I said. "Not worried about your reputation as a top?" Nathan asked me. "I love bottoming for you," I said. I had stood up, and had turned to face him. Nathan was still taking pictures of me. He had fucked me with my jock strap on and my dick was sticking out of it. "Take off your jock," Nathan told me. "Not too fast though." I did as he asked, sliding my hand into my jock, and then slowly taking it off. He kept on taking pictures the entire time, getting close-ups of my hard shaft. "You want to be a bottom just for me?" he asked, as my jock dropped down around my feet. "Or would you let other guys top you?" I hadn't thought about that. Thomas usually always had a few guys gang up on a bottom, and I loved getting into a hole already wet with jizz. My attraction had initially been to just Nathan and his unique power over me. His question made me stop and think. "I don't know," I said, hedging my options. But as I thought about other guys getting their semen into me, my cock stiffened again and I started to leak pre-cum. Nathan saw the drop of pre-cum form at the tip of my cock. He took a few pictures of it, getting up close. "Seems like your cock is answering that question for you," he said. He ran his finger over the drop of pre-cum, then licked it off. "Tastes good," he said. "What do you think?" I asked him. "Your pre-cum? Delicious," he said. "No. About other guys fucking me. Bareback." He smiled. "Fucking hot. I'd love to see you take on a small group of guys." I started to stroke my cock, as he took more pictures. "Or, maybe a big group. And I'd like to be the last one, getting to feel my cock slide into your cum-filled hole. Get to work all that jizz into your body." "You serious?" I asked. I couldn't quite tell if he was just spinning a fantasy or being honest. But the thought was a total turn-on for me. It was as if I had just set foot into an entirely new world. There was so much here to explore. It was a scary world, but it was also incredibly exciting. Everything felt so new and fresh. I had never done anything quite like it before. "Absolutely. But you? Would you want do it?" he asked me. "Yeah, I would. Especially if you were involved." I said. "You want me to talk to Thomas about it?" I hadn't thought about that part. Getting it on tape, and knowing that guys would be jerking off to me getting bred was an entirely different level of involvement. Knowing that strangers would be imagining their cocks inside of me raw, fantasizing about their opportunity to knock up the strong, muscular top. It was exciting, but also overwhelming. "Not the first time," I said. "It's going to be intense enough without the overhead of filming." "I understand. It makes sense and it's cool. But, do you want me to make it happen? For real?" Nathan asked. I noticed his cock was getting hard again. One hand was on my cock, one hand was playing with my nipple. Between Nathan having just fucked me, and him asking if I wanted to be gang-banged by a group of men, I was completely aroused. "Yes. I do. But I want you in charge." I said. I noticed that Nathan's cock was getting hard again. "Seems like you are into the scene as well." "Fuck yeah," he said. "You're a hot guy. I'd love to see you get pounded raw by a bunch of men, dropping their loads into your hole." "And these guys?" I paused. "Are they going to be poz as well?" "I had thought they would be. That's what you want, isn't it?" Nathan said. "Yes. It is," I said. I had made another step into this new world, another decision on my journey. And my cock was throbbing in anticipation.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

I've had a lot of trouble with poz / barebacked theme stories and Nifty. They are accepted, show up on the site, then a few days later, mysteriously disappear and no one answers e-mails about it. There's a hint that Nifty is basically one guy, and he wields a lot of editorial control.

Has anyone seen this: http://retractionwatch.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/forget-chocolate-on-valentines-day-try-semen-says-surgery-news-editor-retraction-resignation-follow/ It has this interesting quote: "n fact, they found ingredients in semen that include mood enhancers like estrone, cortisol, prolactin, oxytocin, and serotonin; a sleep enhancer, melatonin; and of course, sperm, which makes up only 1%-5%. Delivering these compounds into the richly vascularized vagina also turns out to have major salutary effects for the recipient. Female college students having unprotected sex were significantly less depressed than were those whose partners used condoms (Arch. Sex. Behav. 2002;31:289-93). Their better moods were not just a feature of promiscuity, because women using condoms were just as depressed as those practicing total abstinence. The benefits of semen contact also were seen in fewer suicide attempts and better performance on cognition tests." Of course, this is written for hetero couples, but it's probably just as relevant for us. One more benefit to barebacking?

With an ass like that, I think you have a good chance. I know I'd fuck you in a heartbeat -- very glad I'm planning a trip to Australia in the fall.

Glad you like it Hotload84. I have not only the second installment, but at least three or four more written. I just need to edit them and upload them. I know a lot of people liked the stories on Bugshare, and I'm happy to be able to share them here.

1. Nathan I'm a professional photographer. Most of the time, my work involves taking pictures of stuff for catalogs. It's boring, but it pays the bills. Every once in a while, I get to do something more interesting, like someone who needs better pictures for online dating, or occasionally, my friend Thomas needs pictures for his porn movie business. I met Jason through Thomas. Thomas needed some stills of Jason for the website, and his usual photographer was on vacation. Generally, Thomas had twinky little boys in his movies, which didn't do much me. He had given me all three of Jason's movies, and I waited until the night before to even look at the cover. As I expected, most of the models did nothing for me, except for Jason. Rather than a skinny eighteen year-old, he was muscular. Not quite big enough to be a football player, but still, incredible muscles and a big cock. I watched all of his scenes intently, and although he always was the top, it seemed like he was genuinely into it, making out with the other boys, and sometimes even going down on them. Thomas didn't particularly care if his models wore condoms or not, which meant that only the most puritanical of them did. Jason was no exception, and all of his scenes ended with a huge unprotected cum shot right into the eager hole of the bottom. He was always hard enough to stick his cock in again at the end, and work the jizz a ittle deeper in. I ended the evening eager to see him in person. Jason was right on time, arriving at my place a few minutes before the six o'clock appointment. In real life, he was a little shorter than I expected; right about my height at 5'8", and maybe twenty pounds heavier than me, around 200lbs. Of course, all of that was extra muscle. He had close-cropped brown hair, and was clean shaven. At the time, I worried that I was reading too much into it, but there seemed to be an immediate attraction between us. I found him easy to work with. We started talking about each other, and he quickly volunteered that he was twenty, just out of high school, but waiting on college. He had been on the wrestling team and had been working out extensively ever since, which explained the musculature. He had brought a few different items of clothing, and I asked him to wear a tank top, a jock strap, and a pair of jeans. He started to change right in front of me, so I took the opportunity to start taking pictures. He was a natural show-off, letting me get pictures of his chest, nipples, slowly revealing his cock and ass. One thing I found interesting was that it always seemed easier to get pictures of his ass than his cock. It was almost like he was hiding his dick, and showing off his ass. That was odd behavior for a top, but I wasn't complaining. As he pulled on the jock strap for the actual photo shoot, I got a perfect shot of his ass. He even spread his cheeks, allowing me a great view of his hole. It had a little bit of fur around it, but was mostly smooth. After he was done dressing for the shoot, we moved over to where I had the lights set up. He started to pose for me, still showing off his amazing butt. I wanted to get into it, but thought he was just being a cocktease. "I've watched a few of your films. Are you always a top, even off camera?" I asked. "So, far, yes," Jason replied. "Yes? Have you thought about bottoming before?" "Thomas really wants me to bottom. But it would have to be for the right man, of course." "Who would be the right man?" I asked. We continued to take pictures as we talked. Jason had removed his tank top and was now slowly unbuttoning his jeans, revealing his white jock strap. "He's got to be male. Probably about my height, muscular, a beard, a hairy chest, a wicked smile, a nice body." He was looking right at me as he said, "and amazing green eyes." I didn't need any more hints to realize that he was describing me. "And would you let him fuck you bareback as well?" "I think so." "Would it be a problem if the top was poz?" "Yes, but..." He stopped talking for a bit, and I moved in as he let his jeans fall to the ground, continuing to take pictures. He went on, slowly, "I don't give my bottom a choice. I always fuck them bareback. To me, it seems disrespectful to make a top wear a rubber." He turned around, letting me see his perfect ass, framed by the white jock strap he was wearing. He bent down slightly, letting me get a glimpse of his hole. There was a spray of hair around his hole. He tried to say something, but he kept starting over. Finally, "I want to feel your skin next to mine," clearly emphasizing the word 'your'. I thought this was where he was going, but I hadn't wanted to get my hopes up. But with his admission, I knew I was going to spill my seed inside of him tonight, and decided I wanted it now. I lowered my camera, and moved in, starting to lick his ass a bit. He moaned as my tongue reached his virgin hole, pushing himself against my face. I could feel my beard rubbing against his ass cheeks, getting my tongue right into his hole. We didn't say anything for a while. We just got used to our new closeness, no longer hiding our desires and needs. Jason clearly needed to be fucked. As I pushed my tongue into him, I could feel how tight and hot his hole was, and how he pushed against me, trying to get anything and everything into him. As we worked together to loosen him up, he finally managed to put together a coherent sentence, "Please. Breed me tonight." That was all I needed to hear. I put down my camera, and told him to join me over in the bed. I got out some lube and poppers. He took the poppers and did a hit, as I started to finger him. It was clear from how tight he was, he hadn't been fucked much, if any. But, between his new found desire to get bred and the poppers, we quickly got first one, then two, and finally three fingers into him. From my experience, my dick was a little thicker than that, but I wanted him to really feel his first fuck. "Are you ready?" I asked. He nodded, "Yeah, I am." He reached down and felt my cock. It was hard as a rock, bobbing in the air, sniffing out his hole. "And you too, I can see." "Oh, yeah, I definitely am," I replied, as I arranged him on his back, put his muscular legs on my shoulders, and started to tease his hole with my cockhead. "You want this in you?" "Fuck yes." He took a long hit on the poppers, which was my cue to start working my cock into him. "Go slowly," he asked. "Don't worry. I want this to feel good for both of us." As much as I wanted to slam all eight raw inches right into him, I knew that would risk hurting him, and he'd want to stop. I did my best to go slowly, first getting the head inside of him. As it popped in, his face froze. I paused, just feeling the warmth of his hole. Finally, he relaxed and got used to my presence inside of him, letting me slide a little further in. "Ok?" I asked. He nodded, and I pressed in another inch or so. This time, there was no grimace of pain. "It feels good. Amazing." I pushed in another two inches, feeling my cock get enveloped in his hot and tight hole. After a few more seconds to get used to it, he asked, "Don't stop, please?" And I was only too happy to oblige. I took my time to get all the way into him. He was tight, as befitted an anal virgin, but was relaxing and opening up quickly. I had worked my way in carefully, and soon felt my balls hit his ass. I didn't rush it, but took my time, working up to the steady, insistent pistoning that was a man fucking another man. I paused, and stared into his handsome face. He was staring at me, an involuntary smile of happiness on him. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Sure." "How long have you been poz?" "About ten years now," I answered. "How did you get it?" He didn't look scared. It was just pure curiosity. I didn't mind. He had let into the most secret part of himself. The least I could do was let him find out about me. "Like this. Letting tops fuck me bareback." I pushed all the way into him. I didn't want him to forget I was still invading him. My cock was an integral part of his body now. "Did you know they were poz?" "Some yes, some no. It's a story for a different time." I leaned down and kissed him, letting our tongues and spit mix. Of course, with me on top of him, he got more of my tongue and spit. That was the way I wanted it now. There would be other times later to get his spit and cum in me. "This should be about you, not me. It's nearly your first fuck and your first bareback fuck." "I know." "Did you know anything would happen, even fucking me when you came over here?" I asked him. I could feel the heat coming off his muscular chest, as each stroke into his warm ass let me rub up against him. "No. I hadn't planned on anything. Anything at all." "So having a poz cock injecting a load into your ass is a big surprise?" "Very much." He arched his back, pushing himself down on my penis. Once more we reached the limit of penetration, his hole hitting the base of my shaft, asking "You are going to give me your load, right?" "Yes, of course I am." By then, I couldn't have pulled out of him even if he had begged me. I wanted to breed him so badly. "What made you want my cock? My load?" "I wanted to do something with you the minute I saw you. I don't know what it was. The way you looked? The way you acted? The way you smelled?" He buried his nose in my neck, taking a deep scent. "You were so fucking male, I needed to mate with you somehow." "And you were willing to give up your hole?" "After a minute around you, I would have done anything you wanted. This is hardly a sacrifice. Your cock buried in me is something I want. And your cum in me is something I fucking need." I could feel a shudder run through his body. It was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Everything ok?" I asked, but I didn't stop pushing myself into him. His hole was far too warm and welcoming for me to pull out unless he begged me hard. And even then, I would have continued. "Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so amazing, your cock in me. You're dripping pre-cum, aren't you?" "Yeah, I am. A lot. It's hard to be in a man like you and not be marking the territory." "You should. Now, there will always be a bit of you in me." I pulled out almost all the way, and shoved my cock into him. "Or a lot of me in you." He smiled. "Are you scared?" I asked. "Of? Getting pozzed?" "Yeah. A part of my mind is screaming about it, telling me to run away before I make the biggest mistake of my life. But mostly, I think this is what I've needed for a really long time. I've just never known it. It feels so good, you inside me, skin to skin. I am so thankful you find me hot enough to leak pre-cum in me. And how perfect it will be when your cock injects me with your seed." After that explanation, I only wanted to fuck him harder. I wanted to get my poz cum deep into him, to breed him the way we both wanted it to happen. I flipped him onto his knees, getting him doggy style. I loved this position; it gave me the ability to explore every aspect of him, and kept him from pulling away too much. But I need not have worried. He leaned back onto my cock at the perfect times, making sure we coupled as easily and as deeply as possible. It must have been at least ten minutes of hard fucking. I was leaking so much pre-cum that we never needed more lube, despite my pulling all the way out, and slamming back home. Only the first one of those got a gasp of pain from him. After that, "Fuck yeah," and "Give it to me" were responses. Although I didn't tell him this outright, my main goal was to rough up his hole a bit. If I had a choice, I wish I hadn't been dripping as much pre-cum. I knew the pre-cum was a pretty potent mix, so I didn't worry too much about him not getting enough of my gifts into his system. We switched positions, back to him on his back, his legs on my shoulders. I was driving into him deep, enjoying how hot he was inside. We would kiss, and feel my hairy chest against his smooth skin, our sweaty muscles alternately sticking to each other, and gliding across each other. I paused for a second, and almost pulled out, just the head of my cock remaining inside. He looked right at me, on his face a blissed-out smile. "What are you thinking?" he asked me. "How much I love being inside you. How much I enjoy dripping my pre-cum into you, how much I get off on pushing myself deeper into you," I said. "And you?" He closed his eyes, and I pushed back into him letting my cock sink all the way. I stopped only when I could feel my balls hit his ass. He gasped a little, but I knew he could take it. "When I've fucked guys, I've never understood why they would beg me for my cum," he said. "Now I really understand their need for cum. My need for cum." "You want my load?" "Fuck yeah. I need your poison in me. Deep in me." "You know there is no turning back? No second chances." "I know, and I don't care. All I want right now is for you to cum inside me, and let me carry your dirty seed all night long." "I want nothing else." I grabbed the bottle of poppers, and took a long hit. I put it under his nose, and let him take a hit. He motioned that he was good, but I left it there a little longer. I wanted him to really enjoy this last assault on his ass. I took one more hit before putting the bottle aside. I waited for the poppers to hit both of us. Then I began my final battle with his hole, determined to win. I pulled all the way out, just the tip of my cock still inside him. Then I slammed into him, pushing myself a bit deeper into him. I wanted to make sure his hole was well-plowed before I shot my wad. I took no risks that my pozcum wouldn't find fertile ground to grow in this beautiful man. His face was a contorted mass of pain and pleasure. I know the constant pounding was starting to hurt him a bit, but he wanted my cum so badly, it didn't matter to him. My balls were pulling in tight and my cock was dripping pre-cum in a constant stream. I couldn't hold off much longer, and we both knew it. "Please. I need it," he managed to gasp out, between my insistent, hard stokes, and his gulps of air. That was all I needed to hear to push me over the edge. I took one more stroke out and then a deep thrust in. My cock stiffened and pulsed, and I could feel the first squirt of jizz leave my cock and enter him. All my rational control disappeared with my orgasm. I held onto him tightly, keeping his body pinned down as my hips thrashed wildly, forcing my cock in and out. The stimulation kept me cumming, a second spurt, a third, and a fourth, filling his hole with my seed. It seemed never to end. He had a hungry ass that kept on milking my cock, not letting me pull out and greedily holding on to every drop of seed I pumped out. We were locked at the lips as well, kissing deeply. The fifth and sixth spurts were a little weaker; my hips were slowing down, and I was able to make a conscious effort to stay deep, making sure I got my load where his defenses were weakest. The seventh spurt was my last. I kept my cock in him, massaging my load into his delicate, bare insides. We stayed in position, his legs still on my shoulders, my cock still lodged inside of him. The last drops of my load were dripping out, collecting with the rest of my sperm inside of him. I was still kissing him; his mouth was still full with my tongue. He broke off for a second and asked, "So, is that it?" "What do you mean? I definitely have another load for you tonight. And more tomorrow." "No. I meant, am I poz now?" "Oh. That. Probably not. It takes a lot more than a single fuck, no matter how good, to get pozzed up." I couldn't read his face. "Having second thoughts? Is that a good thing?" "No. I don't know. Yes. I'm not going back. And I want to do this many more time. I'm going to get at least one more load from you tonight." He smiled. "Don't worry. You'll get at least one more. Maybe two." I shifted a bit, taking the weight off my knees, and letting my dick slowly slide out of his hole. There was a pop sound and little bit of white cream dribbled out with my cock. I reached down and rubbed the cum into his hole. He laughed slightly. "What's funny?" I asked. "Last weekend, I did an orgy scene for Thomas. I was the last of five guys to fuck Todd. When I finally pulled my cock out of him, he made the same sound." "And now you're making it with only one top." "Yeah. At the time, I remember thinking how nasty the bottom was. I mean, he was way hot, but Todd had only met me before. He took all of our cocks and jizz. Total strangers to him." "And now?" "I'm jealous of him. He got five loads in him, from five guys. I got one, but from a very hot guy." I lay down beside him. He shifted around, his head falling in my arm, his head encircled by my armpits. "Damn. Your pits smell awesome." "You felt so good to be inside of. I want to get back inside you. I need to breed you again," I replied.