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I've had a profile on this site for a while, going from peaks and valleys of activity. On January 1st, 2012 I wrote, posted, and deleted this blog post: I'm a virgin who is scared of STDs. When I found this forum it was by accident when I was investigating bug chasers. The idea that people would be into that terrified me. Why would I want to get a disease that could kill me? All you need to do to protect yourself is wear a condom, what's the big deal? To my surprise when I read a story about a guy going to a party to purposely be infected, I loved every word. He was stupid, reckless, and a total pig. I didn't want to chase and I still don't, but I want to be a slut. The desire to take loads and thank a top for his precious seed grew every time I would stalk this forum, which has been pretty much everyday since the end of May. I don't want to be dominated and used as a cumdump, I NEED to be. I don't know how this happened, but the idea of taking loads is too seductive to ignore forever. Am I going to bend over for a line of tops to use and abuse my hole tomorrow? No, I can honestly say that's not going to happen. But in a few months? A year? As shocked as the me from before this summer would be, I generally hope it isn't long before I feel my first dick go up my ass as a hot daddy has his way with me and I take my first load. I'm not a virgin anymore, but I'm not a cum dump either. I still need to be though. Its all I think about. Whenever I think about sex, I think about being shared with men I've never met before as my boyfriend pimps me out. I fantasize about pushing my ass up against a gloryhole, and getting fucked by the tenth anonymous dick that night. And I want men to rape my hole as they tell me what a whore I am for poz cum. In short, I'm becoming a bug chaser. I haven't been bred yet because I'm still scared of STDs. I understand the consequences involved with trying to get pozzed and don't plan on acting out on this fetish until and unless I feel I could completely handle them. But somehow I've gotten to the point where I'm willing to say yes, I am a bug chaser. It helps that this site provides a forum that allows men like me to talk about this turn on and being able to hear from others who understand. Maybe I'll end up chasing, or maybe I'll just try end up being a cum dump. Only time will tell.

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There was no question I was a slut when I really lost my virginity. But until that night I always got fucked with a condom, no if, ands, or buts about it. I was dancing at a club with friends when I noticed this guy staring at me. He was tall, lean, and blonde. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, and before I knew it he had pulled me from the guy I had been dancing with and we were grinding on each other to the music. Needless to say we ended up back at my place. As soon as he closed the front door we ripped each other’s clothes off, grabbing and sucking as much skin as we could. Ending up on my bed I went crazy when he started fingering my hole. In anticipation I reached into my drawer to grab lube and a condom. “I just need the lube,” he said. That freaked me out. “I only get fucked with a condom,” I said pushing him off. “No glove, no love.” We were both rock hard, so I wasn’t surprised when he took the condom and put it on. He slowly pushed into me, filling me up with what I loved most in the world. Cock. We kissed as he thrust into me, going faster with each pump. Before I realized what was happening he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and rammed back into me. The only thing I loved more than cock was being dominated, so at this point I was in heaven. He kept pulling all the way out and shoving his big dick back in, until suddenly the fuck was just better. I started moaning louder than I ever had before, feeling more sensation than I swore I usually did. Something in me changed then. I became more aggressive, thrusting back, needing to feel his dick rubbing against my hole. We must’ve cum together because we both started howling at the same time. For some reason the inside of my ass felt hot. It was such a turn on! “Thanks for the fuck. Gotta go,” he said pulling out. Before I knew it he was gathering clothes and bolting out my room. I tried following him to the door, wanting to ask if we could hook up again. How could I not after the best fuck of my life? But I got to the living room in time to see the front door slam shut. Sad I’d never get to feel that dick in me again I rubbed my sore ass trying to soothe it. That’s when I felt something wet against my crack. I dug in, trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on me. Taking a look at my finger my biggest fear was confirmed. The jerk had cum in my ass! To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I noticed the used condom on the floor, and it was empty. I looked at my finger slick with cum when an odd thought came to me. I wanted to lick it. So I did, and I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I dug my finger into my ass again, feeling just how squishy it really was. Pulling it out I knew I was being dumb, but for some reason I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste my stealther’s cum leaking out of my ass! After a minute of dipping and licking, I realized exactly what I was doing. Horrified I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself all over, taking extra care to clean my ass. The next day I started taking PrEP to try to mitigate the risk of getting HIV. For a week I was a mess until I got tested, racked with guilt and terror. Terror that I had savored eating cum from a stranger out of my ass and terror that I had been infected with an STD. My tests came back clean, but I knew it would be months until I really knew if I was still NEG. I stayed celibate for a few weeks trying to be extra cautious. But with how much I loved sex I couldn’t resisted a good fucking for too long, so I was extra careful to make sure all my partners were clean and played safe. Unfortunately something was lacking. The first few times I just couldn’t cum. The friction I had always enjoyed while my ass was getting plowed just wasn’t enough anymore. By my fifth hook up I tried something I had been reluctant to do but was sure would work. I imagined myself getting bred, and sure enough I came buckets. After that encounter I was freaked again because I admitted something to myself I hadn’t wanted to. Being fucked raw was soooo much better than being fucked with a condom. It was no contest. But it was also dangerous. I went online looking up the dangers of fucking without condoms to remind myself why I had to forget about the best fuck of my life. That led to me finding the site that would change my worldview forever. Breeding Zone. At first I couldn’t believe what I was reading. People got off on chasing HIV? How could people actually want to be POZ? And stealthing. That was just fucked up. I knew from experience people did that and I was pissed people found it hot. I wasn’t amused when I noticed my own dick was hard reading stories about it. Before long I was obsessed. This whole time I kept hooking up, still vigilant about condoms. But every time I read posts or stories from Breeding Zone, the more frustrated I became. I did not want to use condoms anymore. They sucked. All they did was keep me from feeling the euphoria I had felt when I was stealthed. One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did something I thought I’d never do. I made a profile on a site all about bareback hook-ups, BBRT. I was nervous making my profile. Taking a picture of my exposed ass was awkward, but also the most erotic thing I had ever done. My profile said: New to bareback. Trying to see if I really want it. It wasn’t long before I got responses. Some of the guys were really hot! Unfortunately they were also POZ. I still wasn’t ready to risk getting HIV, so I only responded to guys who were NEG. That first time was like an awakening. I went over to his place, still not sure about what I was doing. I brought condoms over, both out of habit but also hoping that maybe I could talk him into using one. When I got there I couldn’t believe how ripped he was. As soon as we were naked I was worshipping every inch of him, paying extra attention to his dripping dick. I started having doubts about the encounter when he put me against a counter so my ass was facing him. Then he rimmed me, dipping a finger in from time to time opening my hole up, making me forget the hesitation that had been building. But when he pressed his dick to my pulsing hole the need to tell him to stop, put on a condom, came over me. Then he pushed in, and I was officially a bareback bitch. He fucked me hard, making me moan louder than I had since the night I was introduced to the joys of getting bred. “Yea! Come on, harder!” I shouted. “Bred my ass!” “Yea bitch! I’m gonna fill your fucking cunt full of jizz! You want that? Don’t you faggot?” No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex, and to my surprise I loved it. “Hell yea! Cum in my ass!” I couldn’t believe I was begging for his load. Only months before I had been all about safe sex, and here I was screaming for him to breed me. I swore to myself I would never ask for a condom again. I was now a condom free zone, and I couldn’t have been happier. He filled me three times that night, and the next night I was getting loaded by another guy. I changed my profile to make what I wanted clear: My hole is meant to be loaded! Fill me with cum. NEG only. After a few weeks I realized something. I had become twice the slut I was before. While I had been fucked two, maybe three times a week before, I was now getting bred at least four or five nights a week. It wasn’t long before I’d hook up with several guys a night. One thing I was still careful about though was making sure the guys I hooked up with were NEG. Of course with how many hot POZ guys there were on BBRT, the temptation to break my rule was ever present. One night a guy messaged me who had the most beautiful body and dick I had ever seen. I knew I needed to have him fuck me, but before I could tell him to come over I noticed something. He was POZ. True, he was undetectable, but he was still POZ. I started messaging him back, telling him we wouldn’t be able to meet, when I remembered something I had read on Breeding Zone. Guys who were undetectable weren’t nearly as contagious as guys with high viral loads. The truth was guys who claimed to be NEG could be riskier cause if they didn’t realize they were infected their viral loads could be really high. That thought played through my mind as I debated over what my answer should be. Finally I decided. Fuck it. He was worth the risk. So that night I had my first POZ load. Once again I changed my profile: Breed me! There’s nothing I love more than sucking on a hot dick before its shoved up my ass to fill me with hot jizz! NEG preferred. Undetectable guys cool too. With the pool of guys open to me wider, I was soon getting fucked everyday. I started trying new things too. I was hooking up with one guy when he had to stop for a minute to take a piss. I said it without thinking. “Wanna piss in my mouth?” I blushed harder than I ever had before. I was about to say never mind when he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and let loose. Gulping his piss down I thought it would never end, and it wasn’t long before I hoped it never did. Not long after discovering a love for piss I discovered another favorite pastime. Glory hole breeding. I had gone to a sex shop looking for some new toys when I realized there were video booths in the back. Curious I tried one out, turned on by the fact that I was watching porn and jacking off in what was essentially a public place. Soon I noticed a hole. Looking at it I wondered what it was for when a huge dick pushed through. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a glory hole! The need to go down on my knees and suck that dick was overwhelming. But I knew better than to hook up with someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. At least I thought I did until I found myself bobbing up and down on it, getting off on the fact that it was the most anonymous sex I had ever had. I whined when the guy pulled away, his dick going back to the other side. I started to get up to leave when I heard him. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.” At first I was alarmed. What kind of guy did he think I was? But my pants were already down and I was horny. For a moment I hesitated. I didn’t even know what this guy’s status was. With how much dick I was getting some were bound to be POZ with high viral loads just accounting for liars, but this was random sex on a whole different level. Bending down to pull up my pants I froze when he stuck his dick through again. That did it. Quickly I stepped out of my pants, turned around, grabbed his lubed up dick and pressed it to my now always lubed hole. Pushing onto him I felt like the biggest slut in the world. I loved it! Matching each thrust I focused on the feeling of his raw dick, basking in the euphoria it always gave me. When he came I came harder than I had ever done so before. It occurred to me my orgasms become stronger each time I did something more taboo. That realization was the nail in the coffin for my transition. Within a week I started to frequent bathhouses, getting as many loads as I could. I put out notices on BBRT and Craig’s List to make sure I’d get as much anonymous dick as possible. Between work and breeding sessions I barely slept. Status no longer became a concern of mine. All that mattered was that a guy had a dick and bred my hole. My BBRT profile now read: I take all cummers! No load refused! Bred me! Piss in me! Share me with your friends and strangers!!!!! Like I said status no longer mattered to me. Before long though POZ guys started to become an obession. One reason was because despite my year of high risk fucking I was still NEG. All the sluttiest guys I had come to know and hang out with were all POZ. I wondered how come I wasn’t too. Whenever I’d meet another NEG slut I’d be amazed I had found someone else like me. Then he’d convert. One night a hot, regular fuck buddy who was also POZ was ramming me deep when he became verbal. “You like that POZ dick, don’t ya you NEG bitch!” I had encountered POZ talk from time to time, but usually it did nothing for me. That night was different. “Fuck yea! POZ me up! Gimme dirty seed. I want to have your POZ babies!!!!” Once again I came harder than I ever had before. POZ talk became a huge turn on for me, and before I knew it I was getting fucked exclusively by POZ guys. The idea of converting was so hot it was all I started to think about. I started begging guys to POZ me, and without realizing it, I had become a chaser. One night I even went to the baths, paid for a room and put a notice on a board saying : NEG Cumdump. All loads welcome but POZ preferred. Help a chaser reach his dreams! My profile on BBRT changed again too, letting the world know exactly what I needed and wanted: Cumdump for POZ loads. NEG whore looking to convert. Bred me with toxic jizz, blindfold me, and let strangers use my hole! Just make sure they’re POZ and with HIGH VIRAL LOADS! I consider my POZ birthday to be the day I was video tapped in a gangbang with all POZ tops. I was in a sling with a mirror above me. I had requested it so I could see every second of my pozzing before I got to watch it on tape. I also wanted to stare at the message I had written on my chest in permanent marker that I planned to have tattooed: POZ PUBLIC CUMDUMP. At least twenty POZ tops were there, each brushing my hole with a toothbrush before they fucked me hard, leaving me their dirty deposit. Throughout the gangbang I thought about my decent and how far I had come. Once I was a normal guy, horny guy, who always practiced safe sex. Now I letting a group of POZ men, most of whom I had never met before being placed in the sling, abuse and rape my hole. As load after load of POZ jizz filled and overflowed out of me, I could only thing of one thing. I was home.

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I'm really glad my story has been getting a good reaction so far. I hope you guys like part III just as much. Now that I've got things started, what do you guys want to happen? Any ideas for what should go down in a gangbang or bathhouse? Help me make my boy the best cumdump he can be! Part III-POZ Me Daddy! For a moment my mind was in overdrive. I still couldn’t believe I had taken my first POZ load. A part of me was still scarred about what being infected would mean for me. That small lingering fear melted away when Daddy started French kissing my hole. “Oh Daddy! Don’t stop!” Daddy chuckled, causing a vibration against my hole that made me moan louder. Digging my fingers into the carpet, I started thinking about what my new found freedom would allow me to pursue. Gangbangs. Bathhouses. Glory holes. Anonymous sex. And most importantly, all the POZ cum I could get in my lips and asshole. I was so distracted with thinking about all the things I wanted to try that I didn’t realize Daddy had stopped rimming me until he was kneeling in front of me, pulling me into a kiss. My lips fell into submission, allowing him to claim them as his. Daddy grabbed my jaw and yanked it down, spitting his cum mixed with my ass juices into my mouth. I had never tasted something so delicious! I smiled at him, letting cum drip out of my mouth so I looked extra slutty. I wanted Daddy to know how happy I was to be his little cum dump. “Hold that pose boy,” he said getting up. “We need to document this.” Daddy left the room and I didn’t move an inch. Even though I had just cum, my dick was rock hard again. I couldn’t believe how turned on I still was! Whenever I’d get horny browsing Breeding Zone or watching bareback porn, I’d jack off fantasizing about being the slut I really wanted to be. As soon as I’d cum I’d feel guilty for watching cumdumps beg for dick or reading about NEG bottoms learning the joys of taking loads. Not anymore. Now I was reveling in how perverted I was being. In how perverted I could be. I finally understood why sluts like me needed to be bred. We had no choice; it’s what we were born for! Daddy came back with a camera, a blindfold and toothbrush. My heart pounded. What was Daddy planning on doing? He set the blindfold and toothbrush on the floor and aimed the camera at me. “Okay boy. Keep that smile for the camera.” I didn’t want Daddy to take a picture of me. As much as I wanted to be a whore, I didn’t want there to be proof of it. I was about to tell Daddy he couldn’t take my picture when I realized something. Daddy told me to smile. I wasn’t about to disappoint him. I smiled wider than I ever had before, trying to blow bubbles to make the shot better for Daddy. He took a few pictures from different angles, some with my whole face and some up close to just my mouth. “Good boy,” Daddy said ruffling my head. “That’s Daddy’s cum dump.” For a second I felt a tear start to form. The fact that Daddy was pleased with my performance made his picture taking more than worth it. I swallowed the cum and wiped my face. “Can I see them Daddy?” I asked figuring that if there were going to be pictures of me with my mouth full of cum, I might as well know how I looked like. “Of course boy.” Daddy handed me the camera and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There I was, looking like I was having the best time of my life with my mouth full of cum, streams dripping down my face. I looked like such a slut! Without thinking I grabbed my cock, which was still slick with my cum. “So you approve?” Daddy asked, smiling. “Yes Daddy. Can you take pictures of my dripping hole too?” “As much as I’d love to boy, no. You ate it all!” For a second I was confused. I ate all the cum out of my hole? Then it hit me. Daddy fed it to me! Getting back into doggie style I wagged my butt. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to load me again!” I said, smiling. I couldn’t wait to get Daddy’s big dick back where it belonged! “Don’t worry boy. I’ll get your pussy dripping, but first we need to talk.” Daddy pulled me up and led us to the couch. He sat down and put me on his lap, grabbing me into a kiss. I lifted my butt up and tried to line up Daddy’s dick with my hole, but he wouldn’t let me. Pouting, I pulled away. “Please Daddy? I need you in me.” Caressing my cheek Daddy chuckled. “You’ll get my load boy. But first I need to know. How serious are you about being pozzed?” That question threw me. Did he really have to ask that? Just minutes earlier I begged for his POZ load. How could he not know how much I needed it? “I told you I want your POZ load Daddy.” “Yes, but are you willing to take extra steps en ensure it takes?” “What 'extra steps', Daddy?” Suddenly it dawned on me. “Oh - the toothbrush,” I answered my own question. “Yes boy. I fucked you when you told me not to, and I’m sorry about that. But I could tell you needed it. If I really believed you hadn’t wanted me to fuck you I would’ve stopped. But this is different. Now your profile said you wanted a Daddy to teach you to be a cum dump, and I can do that, but if you become my cum dump you will be a POZ one. So are you ready for that, boy?” For the first time since I gave in to my inner most desires reality came crashing down. I knew it only took one fuck to be pozzed. But I also knew guys could go years taking loads and still stay NEG. For all I knew HIV could already be coursing through my veins, just starting to lay the foundation for taking over my body and entering me into the POZ brotherhood. But what if this one wasn't enough to make it take? I could mitigate the risk of that happening by going home, getting a hold of something like PrEP, and not letting another raw dick enter my body unless I knew the guy was clean. After all, there was still a lot of consequences to consider. It wasn't as if meds worked for everybody. And what about side affects? And the social stigma? The costs? I briefly considered taking Daddy’s out. After all, that would be the smart thing to do. I thought about how my life had been before tonight. Everything was going well. I had a good job, great health, and my own apartment. I was also a 25 year old virgin. My sex life consisted of reading online sex stories, cruising BBRT for guys I wanted to fuck me but were too scared to meet, and jacking off. Then I thought about tonight. I had sucked a real dick. I had been fucked. Hard. I had even eaten cum that had come from my own asshole. For the first time in my life I felt like I was really living. I couldn’t deny it any longer. was a slutty cum dump who needed loads! It had been all I could think of for months. Now that I had gotten a taste of what my life could really be like, could I really walk away from that? I gave Daddy a deep kiss and climbed off his lap. I walked over the toothbrush lying in front of the TV, grabbed it, and walked back over to Daddy. “You’re gonna need this,” I said curling his fingers around the handle. I got back on the floor, settling into doggie style, and wiggled my butt. Daddy started to caress my body, sending shivers through me. His breath on my ear made me wild, only enhancing the anticipation for what I knew was coming. “I’m so proud of you boy,” he said nibbling on my ear. “You’re gonna be such a good cum dump. Before long your mouth will always smell like dick.” As he kissed down my back towards my ass I couldn’t believe how proud I was of myself too. I was finally being who I wanted to be. A slut. A cum dump. A hole for dick. When he pried my cheeks apart and licked my asshole I flinched. s much as I wanted it I was still scared. Letting Daddy toothbrush my hole was drastic. I knew that. I could just try to get as many loads as possible, hoping that the POZ ones took. Did I really need to do something that only hardcore chasers did? But when he slid the toothbrush in and started scrapping my insides, I knew I had made the right choice. The twisting of the toothbrush was one of the most erotic things I had ever felt. I imagined little cuts forming in my rectum, providing passage ways for HIV to enter my system. Shit that turned me on. It was then I had another moment of clarity. Like Daddy said earlier, I really was a chaser. For the past few months the idea that had gotten me off the most was a prudish NEG condom-nazi making the transition into a whore who need POZ cum like he needed air. That was me! Only months ago I had thought sex with condoms was the only way to go. Now I was having my insides tooth brushed on purpose to make it easier for POZ cum to infect me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed Daddy’s load! “FUCK ME DADDY! POZ ME! GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED!” Daddy pulled the toothbrush out and shoved his dick in hard. As he fucked me I felt complete. With each thrust Daddy hammered into me I let out a guttural grunt, focusing on the sensations in my pussy. Closing my eyes I grabbed my dick, pumping long and furiously. Daddy’s scream set me off, causing me to erupt more cum all over the carpet. My orgasm was so overpowering I barely registered the flash. “I get his ass next Daddy,” I heard a deep voice say. I opened my eyes and couldn’t believe what was happening. Standing before me was a naked man who had to be only a few years older than me holding the camera. Just like Daddy his was ripped and fuckin' hot! But all I could focus on was his tattoo. Not only was it in the same spot as Daddy’s, it was also the exact same design. To Be Continued

Part II-Acceptance: I want POZ Loads! I had almost turned around and gone back home five times by the time I got to Daddy’s apartment. Putting my fist up to knock I froze. This was it. If I knocked I’d be hooking up with a guy for the first time. Not just that, he’d be POZ as well. What was I thinking? There were too many things I wanted to do to risk being pozzed. I mean don’t get me wrong, I knew it wasn’t a life sentence anymore, but did I really want to deal with the health issues, extra costs, all to get some dick? Okay, it was hot dick, but again it was attached to a POZ guy. A POZ guy who was everything I wanted in a Daddy. I imagined him knocking me up, blasting me with his toxic load, and without thinking knocked quickly and hard. When Daddy opened the door I nearly gasped. He was even more gorgeous than his picture. Although his hair was brown he had hints of grey which kinda looked like highlights. His beard and mustache were closely trimmed, making him even sexier than his picture had. He was also shirtless, showing off his rock hard abs. But all I could look at was his biohazard tattoo, half covered by his boxers. For a moment I was transfixed, imagining licking his cum off it. “See something you like boy?” Startled, I looked up at his face. He was smirking. Gulping, I nodded my head and walked in. Daddy closed the door, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it. “I asked you a question boy. Do you see something you like?” Shaking, I nodded again. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good,” he said smiling. “Take a seat and watch the video. Be naked when I get back.” I was a little startled by Daddy’s forwardness. I mean I knew I was there to have sex, but I figured there’d be at least a little foreplay first before we got naked. I had been so enamored with Daddy that I hadn’t noticed the porn playing on the big screen. Taking my clothes off I watched a twink who had to be close to my age getting gangbanged. Sitting down I couldn’t help but start to jack off. I imagined being that twink, sucking cock after cock before each one shot a load up my dripping butt. Even though I had watch hundreds of videos like this on my laptop, I realized just how different watching it here was. I was watching a video of a guy my age getting gangbanged while naked in an older man’s apartment who I had literally just met. This was so dangerous. But it was also hot. “I hope you like Corona,” Daddy said taking a seat next to me and handing me a bottle. He was completely naked now, dick hard and already leaking fluid. “I…I really shouldn’t,” I said taking the bottle, trying not to stare at his dick. “I drove here.” “One beer won’t kill ya,” he said keeping an eye on me while taking a sip. “It’ll help you relax.” For the first time since I got there I realized how tense I was. Taking a sip really did make me feel better. As much as I wanted to do this I didn’t just as much. This just wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of guy who hooked up. I had always wanted to wait for a guy I was in love with, making my first time extra special. But the problem with waiting is that it makes you pent up, needing some kind of release. Maybe that’s why I was naked, watching the hottest bareback porn I had ever seen, drinking a beer with a poz guy at least fifteen years older than me about to blow him. Before I knew it my bottle was empty except for a wedge of lime. Without drinking to distract me I watched the porn more intently, not sure what to do. At least until Daddy started caressing my leg. I looked over and Daddy grabbed me into a kiss. Damn - he was a good kisser. I opened his mouth, our tongues intertwining, moaning in how good his stubble felt against me. Daddy pulled away, keeping his hold on my hair. “Are you…are you sure you’re alright with just a blow job.” “Of course boy. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do.” The way he said want spooked me. If I did what I wanted I’d be doing a lot more than sucking dick. I had made it clear what I was willing to do. Could Daddy somehow know I was fantasizing about being loaded over and over again with his dirty cum? Of course not. Then why was he fingering my asshole? “Daddy!” I gasped. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna make you feel good.” I stared into his eyes as he dug into my asshole, squirming around and opening me up. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me again. He withdrew his fingers from my ass, and rubbed them on my lips. Without hesitation I sucked on them without being asked, even though I knew where they had just been. Honestly, that just turned me on even more. Now that his fingers were slick he pushed in deeper in me, this time with two fingers. We continued making out, rubbing against each other, the friction driving me crazy. I imagined his fingers were his dick, pumping in and out, building up to a climax that would coat my insides. I didn’t just want it. I needed it. But I had to be strong. I was here to blow him, not to get fucked, so blow him I would. “I want to taste you Daddy,” I said breaking our make out session. “I need your dick in my mouth." He kissed me one more time, pushing me off him and onto the floor. On my haunches I got a close up view of his dick, and I was mesmerized. “Get to work boy,” he said, his face scowl making it clear he wanted me to do more than just stare. I licked his dick from the base to the dip, surprised at how much it tasted like skin. Never having sucked dick before, I always had this idea that it had to have its own taste. His musk and sweat definitely added to the flavor, but through it there was still skin. That didn’t keep me from falling in love with the act. I engulfed as much of him as I could, getting about have of his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it, my mouth was full of cock! Slowly I bobbed up and down, reveling in flicking my tongue along every inch I could. Not letting him escape from my mouth I looked up at him, basking in watching him moan. We made eye contact, and for the first time in my life I felt like a slut. I was changed. I knew I would try to suck as much dick as I could now. How could I not? This was one of the most fulfilling things I had ever done. I was pleasing a man. I had finally found my place. So imagine my disappointment when he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. “That’s enough for now boy. We’re just getting started. Get on your hands and knees facing the TV.” I froze. Was he really asking me to get in position for doggie style? I had made it clear we weren’t going to fuck. For a moment I started to panic. I had to get out of there before I ended up doing something I’d regret. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna rim ya. You ever been rimmed before?” “No Daddy,” I said shaking my head. “Good. Now do like I said and get on your hands and knees.” I was still wasn’t sure about this, but slowly I complied and got in position. Nervously I waited, focusing on the porn playing to calm myself down. This was a different scene. Now another guy, he had to be more in his thirties, was in a sling. He was sucking on a dick as cum dripped out of his open hole. Man did I want to be him. As the Daddy on screen lined up his dick up with the other guy’s hole, I felt something wet on mine. I nearly jumped up, but Daddy held me down. Without meaning to I moaned. Fuck that felt good! I realized that wet feeling had to be Daddy’s tongue going up and down my ass crack, paying careful attention to digging into my hole. Like a bitch in heat I kept moaning, silently cursing obscenities of pleasure. When he stuck a finger, then a second, and then a third, I found myself pushing back, thrusting harder with each additional finger he put in. The combination of my hole being played with and the scream of the guy loading into the slut in the sling drove me insane. For the first time I found myself thinking, so what if Daddy’s poz, he has a dick and I need to be fucked! But I could never tell him that. At least, I thought I could never tell him that. Suddenly the pressure on my hole seemed greater. Was Daddy adding a fourth finger? Like before I found myself pushing back, although this time I went much slower. Damn that hurt! Still, something about the pain was erotic. I felt like even more of a slut than I had before! Suddenly I realized, that wasn’t a finger going into my asshole. I looked back and found Daddy sinking his cock into me, his eyes shut in ecstasy. “Damn boy, you’re so fucking tight!” I couldn’t believe it. The bastard was trying to fuck me! He had told me, straight to my face, that he wouldn’t make me to do anything I didn’t want to do. I couldn’t let him get away with this. “Daddy!” I moaned. “Noooo!” Why the hell did it sound like I was enjoying this? “Tell me what you want boy.” Biting my lip I tried to hold back another moan. I failed. “Stop Daddy,” I said before another moan escaped. “Please.” Hitting my back, Daddy surprised me. “Don’t lie to me boy. Tell me what you want.” Shit. Did Daddy know? Could he tell how I was craving his poz cock, wanting it to blast inside my hole? I wanted to lie again. I wanted to say he had to stop and I had to go. But I couldn’t lie to Daddy. Not again. The words blurted out unbidden: “I want your load Daddy!” He started thrusting in and out, going further and further with each set. “What kind of load?” My concentration was split at this point. Daddy was driving me crazy, pumping faster and faster. But I was also mesmerized by the porn. For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn’t just watching. I was part of it too. I noticed the current guy fucking the sling guy had something in common with Daddy. A biohazard tattoo. I grabbed my dick, now turned on more than I had ever been in my life, and without being ordered, the words again blurted forth: "Your POZ load Daddy!” Wow. I couldn’t believe I said it. I actually admitted to Daddy that I wanted his load. His POZ load. And to my surprise. I was glad. “Yea boy. I knew you were a chaser. You want to be a poz cumdump don’t you boy?” It was done. No more secrets. Daddy knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to hide it any longer. “Yes Daddy. Make me a POZ cumdump. Make me your POZ bitch!” Daddy pounded into my butt, sending out a scream that let me know he was creaming me. I jacked off harder, blasting out the biggest load I had ever done. I felt Daddy pull out, leaving an empty feeling in my ass. I knew this was the defining moment in my life. No more hesitations. No more fears. I was going to be a cumdump. A POZ cumdump. I definitely had some work to do. I hoped Daddy would help me. To Be Continued

This is my first time writing a story like this. I'd appreciate any feedback you guys would be willing to give. Hope you like it. Part I-Agreeing to Meet So boy, are you gonna come over? With my hand wrapped around my dick, slowly pumping up and down, I tried to think about how to respond. On the one hand, fuck yea I wanted to come over! I had been chatting with this Daddy on BBRT and couldn’t stop staring at the pics we traded. He was fucking hot! Killer abs. Chiseled face. Sick tattoos. And a big, fat, dick. All I wanted was to get on all fours, slobber that cock up, and have him ram it up my butt. But on the other hand, I couldn’t actually take a raw dick up my ass. That was just a fantasy, not something I actually did. Staring at his biohazard tattoo reminded me even more of why it was such a bad idea. I didn’t want HIV. The chance of being infected just wasn’t worth the risk, even if his dick was gorgeous. Still, I was horny. The more I stared at his picture, the more I needed his dick. A taste. That’s all I needed. I let go of my dick and carefully typed my answer. I’m not sure Daddy. If I did I’d only be willing to blow you. Would that be alright? Anxiously I waited for his reply. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. It wasn’t long ago that the idea of not using a condom wouldn’t have crossed my mind, and here I was chatting with a guy on a hook up site where barebacking was the whole point. As much as I knew using condoms was the smart thing to do, the idea of using them had become less and less appealing in the last few months ever since I found Breeding Zone. At first I had been disgusted with it. I mean how could someone be proud of taking load after load from men they didn’t even know? But before long I was addicted. It became the site I went to daily. I grew to especially love stories where guys who were hesitant about taking dick raw ended up craving it. If I’m honest that’s what happened to me. Getting loads, especially anonymous ones, had become the first thing I thought of in the morning and the last thing I thought of when I went to sleep. So of course I made a profile on BBRT as well. I was even honest about what I really wanted in my profile: Virgin looking for a Daddy to teach me how to be a cumdump. Ultimate goal: Take loads daily. That’s probably why I was trembling. This Daddy had messaged me expecting to make a cumdump out of me, and all I asking for was a blowjob. I was sure he was going to turn me down. But maybe that was a good thing. Was this really what I wanted? I mean sure, maybe I had been wanting to find a glory hole and suck dick without ever seeing a guys face. And perhaps I fantasized about being the center of a gang bang where guys shouted how they were pumping my pussy full of toxic cum. Maybe I even dreamed of having a Daddy look me in the eyes as he fucked me and told me he was making me his poz bitch boy for life. But again that was fantasy. Not reality. Sure boy, can you come over now? Fuck. He still wanted me to come over. I wasn’t sure what to do. Taking another look at his picture I focused on his biohazard tattoo. No. I couldn’t do this. It was wrong. Reckless. Stupid. I knew better. I started to type my answer, intending to say I didn’t think it was a good idea anymore when I focused more on his dick. Mine was still hard and I needed release. I knew if I just finished the job I’d be fine. Once I came I’d be over this and logging off would be a given. I grabbed my dick again and jacked away, trying to come as quickly as possible. But that just made my need to get that dick in my mouth grow. I let go of my dick, now hornier then ever. I wondered, is this really worth the risk? Yes Daddy. I can be there within thirty minutes. So with that I logged off and went to the Daddy’s apartment. If I had known how that encounter would change my life I probably wouldn’t have gone. I’m so glad I did. To Be Continued

Whatever version I love this story. Its what got me hooked on Breeding Zone!

I know! Porn with condoms just doesn't do if for me anymore. It has to be raw! A video with pozzing would be the best! That's the other thing this site did to me. It made me fantasize about poz loads too!

The line "I no longer cared about a career, my career was being a cock slut" exemplifies exactly why I love this story. Can't wait for more!

Before checking out this site the thought of being a cum dump was the last thing on my mind. Now its all I think about. The idea of getting something still freaks me out, but at the same time I keep fantasizing about putting my ass up against a glory hole and getting bred by anonymous dick after anonymous dick. I want to be a cum dump. I want to worship a dick without ever seeing the man's face. I want to service a group of men, being the only one to get their loads in my mouth or up their ass. I want to get over my inhibitions. And most of all I want a Daddy who makes me his and shows me how to be the slut I crave to be

Reading this forum has made me want to be a take all loads cum dump. I havent started taking loads yet cause I dont want to get STDs, especially HIV. But the thing is the idea of chasing has become such a turn on, i crave the stories on here where a hesitant bottom ends up begging for poz loads. I read a lot of posts where guys say how much happier and freer they are since they converted because they can be as much of an unhibited sex pig as they want. But is it really worth all the other consequences like the medicines and other health risks? And for any former chasers, are you happy you seroconverted?

would love to see more, especially if Bryan just can't help needing more and more poz cum

fucking love this, hope there's a part 2

I'm planning on meeting with this guy real soon who I really want to impress. He knows I don't really have any experience, so I want to do my best to surprise him. The only thing I know for sure is to avoid teeth. What types of things should i do to really blow his mind?

I think it makes sense. I know I spent months lurking before I worked up the nerve to make a profile

Thanks everyone, you guys gave a lot of great advice. I'll be sure to try out some of the things you all suggested

damn shadowgames, you sure know how to paint a picture

I'm not quite ready yet, but I know I need to take loads. It's all I can think about, and no matter how hard I try to stop pursuing it I only want to be a take all loads cum dump more and more. For all the true cum dumps out there, is the reality as hot and fulfilling as the fantasy is? Is there anything you've done in your quest for loads that at one time you never thought you'd do?

Obviously on a site like this I'm not talking about condoms. The idea of completely anonymous sex is such a turn on, but at the same time it seems like such a risk to me. You don't really know who you're dealing with, for all you know the guy you meet at a club or online is a serial killer or kleptomaniac. What I'm curious about is what you guys do when meeting up with someone, especially someone you've never met, so something doesn't go wrong.