Jamie85

I made my clinic visit and let them take the samples. I sat quietly through the requisite speeches and tried to answer questions appropriately. How do you explain to a doctor in a way he'll understand that you enjoy being fucked, especially when a guy pumps his cum into your ass? I found myself in a small exam room with a doctor who was younger than me who, once he made sure that we were alone and wouldn't be interrupted, started talking to me in a rather blunt manner. He laid out the risks I was taking and the consequences of them in rather graphic detail. I took deep breaths and counted to a hundred and ten during the whole lecture. I'm still not sure if he or I either one knew why he told me what he did, but I'm sure it was because of his desire to keep people alive and as healthy as they can be. He did make an impression on me and I decided to see if my insurance would cover the meds he recommended and was ready to prescribe. The down side of the conversation became evident on the long trip home. I had decided I didn't want to be positive but I had put myself in that position so many times and probably was by now. I wanted, no, had to be fucked raw and take the cum. It was an imperative to me. How the hell was I going to make those two ends meet? If I was already positive, then the subject was moot. I either let possible partners know or keep quiet and let the breeders take their chance. Or, I go on the meds and reduce the chances and keep taking any load offered. I hated that what seemed like the best decision was now in the hands of people that I didn't know and had nothing invested in me. The doctor told me I'd be notified shortly. The bottom line amounted to negative or positive, I was intent on continuing to be a cum dump. Without knowing just why, I enjoyed the position, place of having a man, any man, putting his cock into my ass and fucking me until he dumps his cum inside me. I wanted to be used in just that manner. I wanted to be a ready hole for any male that wanted to release his cum. I was on my computer when I got a text from the host. There was a number for me to call. Shortly I was talking to someone that explained I was recommended to him to help him to set up a sexual situation he had wanted to play out for some time. He wanted to video a male, tied to the bed, blindfolded, gagged and helpless and let them be used by several anonymous men in whatever manner they wished. I asked a few pointed questions. I told him that I was interested in being fucked, but pain or other situations was out. He quickly explained that all he wanted to set up was one or two men at a time using a helplessly bound male and that once the guy and/or his partner finished, another situation would move in to continue the situation. I asked how long did he intend this to go on? His answer amounted to a ten to twelve hour setup. I told him that I would agree to it on one condition. "What's that?" he asked. "No condoms. I want them all bare and each man who fucks me must leave his cum inside me." Friday night found me meeting someone that I didn't know other than the fact I had been given his number by the host. We met and went to a motel. I waited in the car while he went in. Shortly afterwards, we were in the back side of the motel, ground floor with a bit of parking and access from the street. Shortly I was showered, lubed, blindfolded then was led to the bed. He arranged the pillows and placed me over it. I bristled with anticipation as I felt him putting what sounded like velcro straps on my wrists and ankles. I struggled a bit but didn't have much movement available. Since I wasn't gagged, I asked how many men he had lined up. He admitted that he didn't know but he had gotten nearly seventy responses to the ad and knew five were going to attend for sure. The rest he didn't know about. I heard a bit of shuffling then it got quiet. It took a bit but I heard the door open. I tensed up in anticipation. I heard a bit of quiet conversation that ended with, "Alright." A guy pressed his cock against my anus and slid in instead of popping. He pushed completely into me then started a rapid thrusting in and out. He didn't last long. It was obvious when he came. He climbed off and I heard him dress and the door open and close quickly afterward. Again I heard the door open. This time there was no conversation. The new guy climbed up on the bed and slipped his cock into my ass. My sense was his cock wasn't large or thick, just average, but as with the first guy, the new guy fucked like a rabbit. The instant he came I could tell as much. Also as with the first guy, after he came he climbed off, and I heard the door close. I was crossed up at that point. I would have readily accepted either of these guys without the restraints. They got to cum and I got it where I wanted it. What I wasn't prepared for was the next several hours. I know what time I met this mysterious person and roughly what time he secured me to the bed. I was sweating under the blindfold despite the room temperature. I had lost count of how many cocks I had been taken and used by. It was north of ten I know. At one point I felt someone probing my ass, press something in that I first thought was a sex toy, then it burned a bit. I got light headed and, shortly, horny as hell with my heart rate climbing. I know for a fact that I got rapidly fucked by at least three guys after that event. It was straight to the point fuck the fag sex. As soon as one shot his load in me, the next guy took his place and rabbit fucked me. The third guy took his place a few minutes later just as quickly as the second had. After that, I was somewhat frustrated for the longest period I can't name. I was horny as hell but there was no one fucking me. I heard the door squeak open and my heart pounded its way into my head. "My favorite," I heard a baritone voice declare, "A tied up white boy." Hearing that comment made me suppose I was about to be used by a black male. For some reason I assumed into the stereotype that suddenly came true. I felt the bed moving first then the head of his cock against my asshole. Unlike the rest, and despite the amount of cum that was lubing my hole, it hurt a bit as the head of his cock pressed relentlessly into me. My anal cavity burned as he continued invading my ass. I found myself holding my breath until he hit bottom and held there. What the hell had I gotten myself into? This was the largest cock I could ever remember having taken. It was thicker and, while not quite as long, was bumping my second ring. He started slowly by pulling nearly completely out leaving just the head inside me, then pressing slowly back into me. I was in pain and trying to beg him to please slow down and be more careful against the gag. He apparently took what he heard as, "Fuck me harder!" He did just that. His thrusting built and continued. I found myself snapping my fingers for the poppers out of habit. That didn't happen. I was going to have to endure this fucking without them. For several minutes he relentlessly fucked me, slowing momentarily, then coming to a brief but complete stop, only to slowly build back the pace. stopped his stroking then, slowly began again. His pace was slow for about five minutes by my estimation then he picked up his pace to the same rapid, full stroke in and out. Thankfully I had finally loosened up and began to enjoy his intrusion into my ass. It could have been five minutes or twenty minutes, I didn't know but he slowed again, I hoped he was about to cum. Same as before, he slowed his pace, stopped for a moment, then started the same pattern of slowly stroking in and out then the pace slowly resumed. I didn't realize at the time, but he had already cum twice. I figured this out when he reenacted that same scenario the third time. When his pelvis met my ass and his cock was completely inside my ass, I suddenly realized that he had already pumped me full of cum the two other times. That was why his invasion had become so pleasurable so quickly. I suddenly enjoyed the hell out of his organ and the way it felt inside me as his hands clinched my hips. I had felt empty on several occasions when a top would pull his cock out of me but this was somehow different. I felt more empty than I had ever felt and my scrotum felt warm for several moments before I realized his cum was oozing out of my wrecked hole. After he left three more guys used my abused hole for their gratification. The three guys were honestly almost anticlimactic as each man's cock was much smaller than that of the baritone-voiced man, but I recognized the signals that told me all three men had cum in my ass, which was, afterall, what I wanted. I was almost sad when I heard my mysterious new host announce that everything was over. He left me blindfolded and gagged but released the cuffs that kept me in place. I remained blindfolded and gagged, naked and wrapped in a sheet as we left the motel. I was pushed into the SUV and taken back to a spot near my car. I was given my clothes after I removed the gag and blindfold and allowed to dress. I wasn't sure how I felt about the ending of this encounter. I was told that I would be sent the link to see the video of the night's encounters. I was very puzzled on the trip home.

Three weeks went by without a call from Paul or a text from my host. I had already decided that I would rather wait for the parties, if I was still being invited, rather than attempt one on one encounters. I wondered how the host had been able to set up all of these parties and I couldn't manage to get one or two guys to show up on a regular basis. I finally got a message from the host. It was short and to the point. He asked if I was still interested in being fucked by positive tops and that, if so, he had lined up a small group of positive tops wanting to breed negative bottoms. "When?" was my answer. That Friday found me in the bottom's room. It had been a long week with a lot of thoughts going through my head. The primary question was if I actually wanted to become HIV positive or was I already and just acting out my fantasies after thinking I was already positive. I had accepted that I had been taking possible positive loads for weeks, and months now and had continued to show negative as of my last testing. Under the skin, I didn't miss the idea that I had continued not only taking cock bare and as many loads of cum as possible but on multiple occasions been warned that there were HIV positive tops in the groups that I had been fucked by. It seemed to me that I had become a chaser, or at the very least, a risk taker. The host entered the room and greeted all three of us. He got down to business quickly and informed us that tonight was specifically a positive breeding party. He told us that he had four tops that were positive and two had shown him proof of being highly viral so there was a very high possibility of someone converting tonight. Turned out only two of us stayed for the party. Despite my having been led, blindfolded, into the breeding room as many times as I had over the past months, I still shivered as I was pressed into place on the bench and felt the straps tightening around my waist, ankles and thighs. I snapped for the poppers and took two shot each nostril for a real rush to help me get ready. "Gentlemen," his voice boomed. "You have two bottoms, both aware of your status. They're here voluntarily to take your cum knowing that you may convert them tonight. They want your cum so I'm leaving it up to you to please yourselves as you wish. You may use them as often as you are able. We will be here and they will be available for your use throughout the evening until you inform me that you are unable to continue." I felt a strong surge of fear until the head rush of the poppers kicked in. I snapped for the poppers again as I felt a cock slipping into me slowly. He was gentle but continued until he hit bottom. His cock wasn't overly large, but was thick. I was filled. He was a gentleman at first. He worked his cock in and out slowly until I knew his lust began to overcome him. His pace began to increase. It was becoming somewhat uncomfortable but, hearing his animalistic grunting, I knew he was near, OOOhhh SHit, he plunged into my ass, hands clamping my ass to his pelvis. His cum was being pumped into my ass. I was sure I felt every throb and wondered. Our host announced my breeding. Shortly after my ass was refilled with another, slightly longer, but thinner cock. I almost swore he hit my second ring just missing penetrating it. I was distracted but heard the announcement of my co-bottom getting his first load. The fucking began in earnest. This top knew what I was. He knew I was a bottom. He knew that I was there to please him and my hole was to be used for just that. He had little concern about my comfort since I was just there to supply him release. I snapped for the poppers again for whatever help they would be against this relentless invasion. I heard the host announce another breeding but I knew it wasn't me. My top was still steadily thrusting and abusing my hole. I began trying to control my breathing and snapped for the poppers again. I was beginning to wonder if he was all hard and no cum. He was relentless for several more minutes. It was quick. He slowed, plunged deep, and held himself into me for quite some time before pulling out. There was no meeting in the bottom room this time. We were left alone once led in, so we took our blindfolds off ourselves. The two of us were alone. I dressed and left, quite bewildered. I hadn't expected this sort of behavior from our host. I know for a fact I had taken at least five loads of cum by the top's grunting and fucking. I was sure I had taken at least one potent load. I made a mental note to schedule another visit to the clinic in a week or so.

I was in a happy buzz all the way home. I had been well-fucked and had several loads of cum inside me still happily so. I managed to find a liquor store open and bought a six of beer intending to hit one once home. It was a happy trip. It was quite a surprise to see Paul's truck in my driveway at two in the morning. I pulled up beside and parked. He was leaned back, asleep and I took a long second before I knocked on the window. His eyes went wide at the sound and stared at me for several seconds before he finally realized where he was. He opened the door and started to form a greeting, but wasn't making much sense. I invited him in. He was quiet for a long while. I assumed he knew where I had been and what had happened, minus details. I wasn't sure why I had brought him in since I was expecting another bad conversation. I just didn't want it in public and have the neighbors calling the police. It was evident that he had been drinking and that he had passed out in the truck while waiting for me. I was surprised that I hadn't gotten a text or phone call. I was concerned but let him lay down on the couch. I relaxed as he went right back to sleep. Hopefully I wouldn't have to deal with him until he felt better. It was about six am when I heard Paul stirring about. I had sat down in my desk chair at my computer rather than go to bed. I wanted to be in the same room with Paul. I didn't want him waking up alone even in my place. He woke about six am. He was clearly still inebriated. I wasn't sure but offered him a beer anyway. He asked if I had coffee so I got up and made some. An hour later he was in better shape but still needed to rest. We had started chatting in a light duty manner. I tried to avoid the sore subjects. He didn't head for them. In the short run, we settled nothing but had managed a civil conversation. We had gone for breakfast and continued talking. About nine am I finally felt him able to drive himself home and let him go. That was the second time he had left without fucking me. I felt I was seeing a pattern. It was still early for a Sunday and, after showering, I found myself horny after being used for the past two evenings. Despite having had little luck with the ads, I decided to try again and, even downloaded a couple of apps onto my phone to see what would happen. I got several responses rather quickly since I was apparently the new guy, but I didn't expect much. I responded to three or four of them making sure they understood I was wanting to be fucked bare. I had the rest of Sunday and hoped to get a few more loads of cum. I hurriedly attempted to set up a possible situation where I could host a couple of guys IF they DID show up. I was pleasantly surprised that afternoon. Three different guys did actually DID show up and, to my dismay two of them wanted to use condoms when they arrived. Strangely enough, though, once they found out I didn't have them, they relented and, despite starting slowly, I ended up fucked and, eventually, took more anonymous loads of cum. I made up my mind. Wait for the parties. It was easier, and I was pretty much guarantied getting loaded.

It seemed strange to me how a few words changed how I felt about the cock that was in my ass using me for his pleasure. I was already enjoying his sexual prowess, his relentless thrusting and strangely different manner of rhythm, but once I knew he was black, it was something different and I didn't know why. I just wanted that cum that much more. At some odd point, while my present top was stroking my ass, I started noticing that the noise level had begun changing. I was used to hearing various grunts, physical sounds of sex and occasional comments during these breeding parties. However, I was suddenly hearing something different. I suddenly knew why us bottoms were gagged this time. Our host hadn't warned us before we were committed and able to refuse to participate. For some inexplicable reason I was buying into the fantasy. I found myself starting to compare his sexual technique to how I had been being fucked before and didn't feel anything noticeably different. He seemed horny enough to fuck me and was using my slut ass as I was wanting to be used and was waiting for his cum to be pumped into it. I did notice a change in the noise level at the host's announcement. I made out that two of the bottoms were far more vocal or trying to be through the gags. Due to a couple of the breeding parties, I was somewhat familiar to how a bottom sounds during a breeding session while gagged, but this was completely different. The muffled moans and sounds suggested to me that they were suddenly not happy at the revelation. Where I had previously heard moans and sounds I associated with consensual and enjoyed sex, it suddenly sounded different. Strangely, the idea of my being fucked by a black man didn't change my enjoyment and perhaps, enhanced it. It sort of charged the moment for me to hear one or more of the other bottoms struggling as though they had a problem with being a cum dump for black men. If anything, with the third guy, the only difference I might have noticed was his taking longer to breed me. And breed me he did. At his point, he grabbed my hips, held them hard and thrust his cock almost viciously into me while grunting. I had no question once his pelvis met my ass that I had been bred. He had delivered his cum and I was happy to have it. I suppose it might have been my buying into the stereotype of black studs, but it seemed that, for the rest of the evening, I was not only enjoying the sex but, also, thinking that I was noticing them taking longer to cum than I was used to. I know for a fact that I took at least six loads, perhaps more since I had noticed a couple of the tops clinching my ass then slowly resuming their stroking and fucking. The excitement came later in the bottom room. Once the tops were gone, we were left secured and alone for a bit. I made out the sound of a door opening and very quiet footsteps. "I would say I'm sorry to have kept the secret of the top's race secret," he started, "But I'm not. Since you bottoms have been submitting to anonymous breeding, none of you have seen or known anything about who was fucking you. Tonight I was fascinated to see the results of your reactions to a few words from me." I suddenly wondered if I had fallen for it too. "I told you that they were all black. Your reactions were interesting to me. Don't ask, I'm not going to tell any of you." He actually admitted to me later that it was indeed an all black breeding party. Then he mentioned that he had been including black tops since none of us could see who was breeding us anyway. I smiled and felt quite happy about it. My only concern was my buying into the stereotype of a black top.

Saturday evening found me sitting in a room with three other men. I pretty much knew we were all bottoms and here for the same reason. We had been promised the chance to be fucked by anonymous men and a chance of at least one load of cum being left inside us. I think I recognized one of the bottoms from a previous party. He stared at me long enough to think he recognized me too. The host came into the room and greeted us with a rather large smile. He seemed rather pleased with us and the possible evening. He announced that he had a somewhat large number of ready tops and hoped we were ready. I quickly realized that the guy I thought I recognized had indeed been here before. He was familiar with the routine that led up to us being led to the breeding room. He stripped and kept his jockstrap on but was ready to be blindfolded in less than a minute. I noticed that the men prepping us were particularly intent on making sure that the blindfolds were not only on tight but that we weren't able to see anything at all. What caught me off guard was them strapping the penis gags on us. I was familiar by now to being led to the fucking benches and felt, strangely, happy at being strapped to it since I now knew that it would be shortly followed by my ass being invaded by some strange man's cock intending to load my ass up with his cum. I was beside myself in anticipation. I wanted a cock in me so badly I couldn't stand it. Even though I had been fucked and seeded by positive cock the night before, I wanted more cum shot into me. That's what Paul hadn't understood, and perhaps I hadn't when he had introduced me to the host. I hadn't understood that I had a personal bent that would, when activated, lead me to becoming a complete cum dump, taking a cock without knowing who it belonged to just knowing that he was going to blow his load into my ass. I was addicted to taking bareback cock for the cum and, most excitingly, not knowing a thing about who just rewarded me, used me for his pleasure and left me with his cum in my ass. "Bottoms!" He shouted once we had all been strapped to our respective benches, "There are quite a few tops for this evening that you will all be used for their pleasure. Keep in mind that you willingly chose to offer your sweet asses up for them to use and abuse. Without more delay, they are entering." "There are four bottoms about to be used by fifteen tops." he started. "I have an announcement to make once all of the tops have bred their bottoms, whomever they might be. The plan is to have a coin toss to pick the first four tops to start tonight. They are to be allowed to fuck to finish. Once they cum, then someone from the pool can take the open bottom and continue the party. There will be no pulling out, there will be only deep breeding. You all know that you are their cum dumps for the night." I was ecstatic at knowing that there were far more tops this evening since I would definitely get more cock and cum. Call me greedy. I had to snap for the poppers early as I felt my first cock against my anal cavity. I was swearing someone was shoving a beer can into my ass. I had lubed up liberally but this was beyond that. It was a terrifying point that my attempt to cry out was muffled, not that I expected this top to stop. I had hit the poppers four times before I felt him stop his invasion of my anal cavity and felt his pelvis against my ass. What escaped me at that moment was the fact that it was his girth that was painful rather than his length. As I finally relaxed to his initial stroking, I realized that he wasn't probing nearly as deep as I had been before. Another shot of the poppers and I released my anal muscles as much as I could and accepted his fucking. I was thanking him that he was gentle since he apparently knew he was possibly hurting me and stroked slowly. OR, it could have been I was tight enough that I was, Ohhh, SHit, he came. His pelvis meet mine and he grinded as much as possible. Even if I hadn't been strapped down, with his grip on my hips, I doubt I could have pulled away. "We have our first breeding of the night." I heard announced. I didn't question who got it. It almost hurt still as he pulled out. My hole wasn't empty long. I heard a deep, gravelly voice telling me that he was about to enjoy fucking my white ass and intended to breed me. He stroked deep into me slowly then picked up the pace. This one was a real pig fucker, he wanted to get his nut, nevermind the bottom. The bottom was there to take it. I controlled my breathing and snapped again for the poppers while he kept up his continual pace. I suddenly took to heart my role as a cum-dump. As far as he was concerned, I was simply a hole for his cock to penetrate and tease him till the friction caused him to release his cum. Raw sex at its most basic. I almost orgasmed as I felt him clench his pelvis against my ass while grunting in an almost scary manner. Our host wasn't consistent in his manner of announcing the breedings. He seemed to have a perverse manner of making any announcements during the breeding sessions. Strangely enough I was just working my anal muscles trying to milk the cum out of the third stud fucking me as he was cumming when our host spoke up, telling us that he felt that we might all want to know that all of the tops this evening were black. I squeezed harder, wanting his cum.

I had been approached by the host prior to leaving, him asking if I intended to attend the next evening's party? I told him wild horses couldn't keep me away. Once home I checked my email, nothing but spam. I checked my phone for voice messages. None. I was nearly numb. I was wondering just what I had expected. I had been hoping for some sort of communication from Paul, then wondered why. What did he mean to me now? I got a beer and the thoughts continued. My problems with him had started with my initial fear of having been fucked by a positive top or six. He had sympathized at first, then the real silence and, eventual, abandonment came when I had decided that I had already been infected and continued attending the breeding parties. For some reason, I suddenly felt sorry for my reaction to him and his concern. I was reticent to contact him due to our confrontational and abrupt ending. About two in the morning, and into the second beer, I was feeling mellow and ended up leaving him a voice message. Now it was up to him. Early Saturday I got the text from the host about the time I was supposed to be there leading up to the next breeding party. I heard a ding just after I answered that I would be there. It was a message from Paul. I was bewildered. I felt an urgent need to answer but imagined the impending conversation being just as the last. I bit the bullet and called him. He and I greeting each other cautiously at first but finally began to talk as we had before. We had been intimate to a point but I had responded badly to his judgment of my having knowingly allowing myself to be fucked by positive men. Still, I had some remaining level of attachment to him. He had been my first bare fuck and the first to seed me. The conversation quickly led to the painful parts, which I expected. Reaching into my soul, I felt we should have to deal with this and get it over with. Strangely enough, I was responding in a relaxed manner and trying not to let him anger me. I found myself hearing a slow but sure response from him indicating that he felt guilty in his behavior toward me. I took a long breath and asked him directly what was his real problem? Was it my attending the breeding parties? Was it my thought that I was HIV positive? Was it that I continued attending the parties because I thought I was positive? He admitted, slowly, that it was a combination of the circumstances. I was quiet for a while. "You still there?" "Yes." I hesitated, "Where do we go from here? Or do we?" He asked if I was still attending the parties which I answered. He was quiet. I thought about reminding me that he had introduced me to the host, but didn't. "You've been tested?" I told him the results of the clinic visits so far. I hesitated for a moment then laid out the previous night's party. "They were all positive?" I explained the idea of viral loads to him and that I really couldn't answer anything beyond that, telling him what the host had laid out. He asked and I answered that I thought I had taken two loads but had no idea who or how charged. The phone went quiet for a pregnant moment then I asked if he was still there. "Yes," he hesitated, "I'll be in touch. I've got some things to think about, okay?"

Although there hadn't been any particular pattern to the scheduling of the breeding parties, they seemed to take place on average about every two to three weeks. The longest period so far had been a month and that was the one that had me fearing I had been black-balled so to speak. I had gone back to the clinic to be retested but didn't meet with a doctor just the male nurse that took my samples. I was told this time that I would be notified by mail of the results. I was pleased that I hadn't had to face any more questions concerning my sexual proclivities and choices. It was going on four weeks since the last breeding party and I was actually scanning the Craigslist ads and considering running one again, without knowing just how to phrase it to get what I wanted. I got the text on Wednesday asking if I was ready to attend Friday evening and Saturday afternoon both. I texted back asking, "Friday AND Saturday?" The return text stated that they were separate parties and he felt I might be interested in both. Friday evening found me with seven other presumed bottoms in the bottom's waiting area waiting for our host. Once he arrived, we learned that this was the positive breeding party. He stated that there were a small number of tops, all positive and, in various levels of viral status. He did warn that one of them had informed him that his level was extremely high, so there was a strong likelihood that whomever got his load or loads could possibly be infected. I took a deep breath to calm myself and decided, yet again, to stay for the party. Two bottoms chose to leave. I felt a strange combination of fear and lust. I knew the risks of HIV, and had been reading for the entire time since that first potential breeding about the results of becoming positive. I suddenly realized that I didn't know why I was taking the risk other than for the excitement of what amounted to a strange game of Russian Roulette using cocks and cum instead of a bullet. All it takes to lose at either, though, is that one time. It didn't take long for the six of us bottoms to be prepped and secured in place. We weren't gagged this time. The tops were brought in and the host announced that since there were fewer tops than bottoms that we were reverting to the musical asses format tonight. He planned to vary the length of the intervals but reminded the tops that once the music stopped, they were to go balls deep into their bottom and wait for the change bottom command. As before, if they came before the music stopped, they were to either continue fucking or were allowed to simply sink balls deep and stay there until the music stopped. They were to make the host know that their bottom had been bred so that he could announce it for all of us to hear. Knowing that since I was chosen by one of the tops to be his starting bitch, I knew that, unless he was a notoriously premature ejaculator, I wouldn't be bred by him unless the host decided to keep that first musical interlude very long. He was nicely sized, thick and somewhat lengthy and I felt him prodding my prostate in a strangely comfortable manner. I was somewhat frustrated when the music stopped and I felt him inject himself completely into my ass as he had been instructed. As he struck bottom, I felt a strange urge as though I were about to cum but without the orgasmic feeling that I had long attributed to it from masturbation. The order came to change bottoms. I was again frustrated when I wasn't filled for the next interlude. I listened closely to the sounds of male on male sex, the mumbled comments, asses being slapped by both hands and pelvises. I snapped for my poppers and took both breaths deep. This session was noticeably shorter although it didn't seem like it to me since I wasn't being fucked. I listened but heard no comments of a breeding having occurred. This time I felt a thick cock slipping slowly into my ass and a pair of large, warm hands cupping and fondling my ass. He took a couple of strokes prior to the music restarting. Once the music started, he quickly settled into a varying set of rhythms in and out of my ass. His hands were always tight on my hips and he was always thrusting his entire length into me before pulling just shy of the head out. I knew I was getting everything he had to give, short of what I was wanting. I was working my anal muscles, trying to milk and work his cock trying to make him breed me. The music stopped, but he didn't. He grunted, clinched his pelvis against my ass and held himself there. Had he? "We have our first breeding of the evening." I was warm all over. I had taken a load of cum from a known positive top. Had I just taken it from the top with the high viral load? I squeezed his cock trying to milk all of his cum inside me. I don't know how many tops were there but I was lucky enough to get another load before the party slowed to a halt. I got the second load early in the musical interlude. I was torn by wanting him to continue fucking and simply plunging into me to pump his load as deep as possible inside me and hold it there. He did the latter then, as the music continued he slowly began stroking in and out. After the music stopped and the host announced another breeding, he pulled out and I felt a warm feeling flowing down my scrotum. Shortly I heard the host announce that the tops were leaving and us bottoms would be released shortly. I snapped for the poppers one last time. I enjoyed the head rush and wondered, was I positive now? Had I gotten what I was wanting? My mood was momentarily fouled by a stray thought of wondering why I wanted it. "I hope you bottoms got what you wanted tonight." Our host started, "The tops were indeed all HIV positive." I noticed the looks on the faces of the other bottoms. One other was smiling, the rest seemed scared or alarmed. I silently chuckled to myself. Some of them apparently hadn't thought this through. The thought of that old adage, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." sailed through my mind. I smiled at them afraid of having found that out. I left the remains of the two loads I had taken inside me for as long as they would stay. I was somewhat disappointed that I hadn't seen much of the now familiar cum stain evidence in the crotch of my jeans once I got home. But I was wondering, had I gotten that hot load I had been searching for?"

Just wanted you all to know that I haven't abandoned this one yet. Life has just gotten in the way of my writing and imagination. I'm working on some updates but am having trouble squeezing time to put them into words. Thanks all for the kind words.

The host met with us bottoms briefly and asked if I could stay for a moment. I was about to expect the worst when he started telling me that he was about to change up some of his party scheduling. He hadn't considered the demand for positive tops before. He had been used to negative bottoms wanting to stay negative, so he hadn't actively recruited positive tops. He had just recently, because of me, realized that there were quite a number of negative bottoms that had fantasies of being fucked by positive or possibly positive males. He also noted that out of that number he had recently seen, while loving the fantasy, he had been seeing quite a number of them chickening out when faced with the very real situation. That was puzzling to him to a point. He asked me if I had any suggestions. My only suggestion was to try to arrange more of the possible bug chasers than he had been since I had personally seen several of them leave once they learned about positive tops in the mix. I suggested that he ask if they had already taken positive tops, if so, then they might be more likely to participate. He looked thoughtful and thanked me. He told me that he was working on a party he expected me to be interested in a month or so. A month later found me bound to the fucking bench with four other ready bottoms. The host was a bit vague about the party plans other than telling us that he didn't know for sure that there were any positive tops, but he suspected there might be one or two. This time none of the bottoms left. "Bottoms," he announced loudly, "This is a somewhat special night. I've managed to bring together a rather large number of ready, horny tops. You are free to guess, but since you are all blindfolded, you won't know how many." He continued, "Tonight's plan is to let the tops decide who gets fucked and, as one drops out, then the next one from the pool takes up the empty hole. As usual, we're going to continue until the last top finishes. The bottoms may or may not be released as the party winds down, but there will be a lot of fucking and cum delivered. I hope you all enjoy yourselves. This time the tops were allowed to fuck until they wanted. If they came, someone got bred, if not, he had to wait for another open hole. The first top that entered me was either about average or I had been learning to accept larger cocks. I have to estimate it took him about fifteen minutes to leave his load inside me. Once he pulled out, I was ecstatic that another cock slide right into me and began stroking toward leaving his cum inside me. It, at that point, occurred to me that these tops were getting turned on by the fact that they were getting to fuck, not only a ready hole, but one that had just been fucked and left full of cum and they were getting to watch said hole getting filled. The second top didn't take nearly as long to show the signs of breeding my ass. He clinched my hips and simply kept stroking in and out, all the while, grunting. I snapped for the poppers and enjoyed the head rush as the next cock slid into me. I soon found that rapturous release somewhere about the fifth or so load I knew for a fact had been shot into my guts. I took another deep breath as I felt the next cock slip in and start fucking me. Sloppy and loose as I was by then, I understood that it would take a sizable cock, girth or length to cause me any serious discomfort. I was ready for nirvana. This one took a while and I enjoyed every bit of his stroking and verbal abuse that led up to his loading me up. I loved feeling him thrusting viciously as he met his orgasm, knowing that it was not only my ass that provided it, but that he was rewarding me whether he wanted to or not with his cum. Being that I figured he was buying into the idea he was fucking a cum-dump, I expected he was as happy as I was at that moment. I loved the idea of being fucked raw, not knowing a thing about whoever was seeding me. Just as the idea of cum-dump goes, I wanted to live up to it. Show me, give me a cock, you need to cum, you want to cum, give it to me, fuck me, leave me well-fucked and sloppy, dripping cum. That's what aroused me now. I was lucky tonight, every time a cock pulled out, another took his place, fucked to add his cum to the pool growing inside me. I was wondering how much more blissful I could feel. I finally fell into that mellow mindlessness that I had learned to fall into while being gang-fucked. One cock fucking me, seeding me all began to blur together until they shot their loads. That I always remembered. For some reason, I always remembered in sharp detail whenever a top filled me with cum. It had been a good evening. My asshole was sore and, I knew, full of cum. I was elated. My scrotum and thighs were sticky as hell when I was unstrapped. I was led to the bottom's room and offered a shower. I begrudging took it. While I wanted to keep as much of the cum inside me as I could, I knew I had to clean my thighs off before I went home. I was the last to enter the bottom room and was met by our host. He asked me to stay for a moment. Shortly, once everyone else had left, he informed me that he was starting to arrange a party based on HIV positive tops and was hoping I was interested. I asked and he answered that he had gotten a definite answer from several tops and several bottoms that had expressed interest in being anonymously fucked and bred by known positive tops. He admitted a bit of surprise at that but was willing to set it up since there was a demand. "I'm invited, I hope." "Of course," he said, "I'll text you when it's set up." I had to ask, "How many tops were here tonight? Will you tell me?" He was a bit vague, but admitted that it was north of twenty five.

Once home that evening, I was content about having been fucked and bred. I was sore but mostly happy. I still had nagging concerns about having specified that I wanted as many positive tops as possible and, the fact that the host refused completely to tell me anything about the tops. "You told me what you wanted, I delivered what I could. Let's leave it at that." He didn't seem too happy about the conversation. It seemed to me that he was still working over a problem with having to deal with positive tops and bottoms that didn't want to be pozzed. He told me privately after my gangbang that he had been forced to reconsider a previous frame of mind. He admitted that he hadn't considered the idea of bottoms seeking positive tops specifically for the purpose of being infected. He had made his quiet fame by being able to arrange gang fucks for cum-dumps and hadn't considered status previously. On the way home, cum leaking from my blissfully abused hole. I was afraid to fart since the seats in my car were cloth. I kept a happy feeling for the first few days, remembering that the host had told me that I would be a future participant in further parties. I was momentarily beside myself, considering the thought that I might not be invited back. I opened a beer, sat down at my desk and started thinking. Paul had fuelled my fantasies of being fucked by more than one guy. He had introduced me to the guy I now mentally called our host. My multiple partner/gang fuck fantasies had been happening since then. It still bothered me about the way Paul had responded. Then I wondered what I had said or done other than those parties. The second beer opened my thoughts to Paul being concerned about the HIV presence in the parties. I had pretty graphically described my thoughts of having possibly being fucked by positive tops during a couple of the parties and, in that one, readily accepting the fact and, perhaps in his mind, my cheering it on. I knew I had participated when I was convinced I was already positive. I still don't know if I had taken a "hot load" as I had learned it was phrased or not. What puzzled me at this point other than Paul's responses, was my specifying to the host that I wanted as many positive tops as possible in the party where I was the sole cum-dump. While I had enjoyed every moment of it as it happened, in retrospect, I wondered why I had acted that way. Did I actually want to become HIV positive? Or had I rebelled subconsciously against something Paul had said. I finally told myself that it really didn't matter at this point, since everything was a done deal. If I was infected, I was positive. I had insisted on as many positive tops as he could arrange and had readily taken them. I grinned for a moment at that thought and knew that I would do it again. I still hadn't heard from Paul which was concerning me less and less when I got a text from the host about an impromptu party and asked me to call him. Since I was at work, I had to find a place where I wouldn't be overheard. Shortly I was on the phone with him and asking what was up. It seemed that, strangely to him, he had received requests from several bottoms about finding positive tops to add to the breeding parties. He told me that he had decided to branch off and work those parties separately and asked me if I was still interested. Date and time was my next question. He told me he would text me that information. I was strapped to the fucking bench and felt the popper vial against my nose as I waited for the host to announce the top's entrance. I had already been in the bottom room and watched two potential bottoms leave when they learned that both of the tops tonight were indeed fully HIV positive and, potentially, multi-orgasmic. My main concern was that there were four of us bottoms which lowered the possibility of being bred unless they were REALLY multi-orgasmic. It caught me off guard when, in the breeding room, we were told that we would all be gagged which was shortly followed by my feeling something against my mouth which I later learned was a penis gag. Under other circumstances I might have enjoyed it, I wasn't happy. "Bottoms," He began, "I'm sorry that I was only able to arrange two positive tops for you since that's what you specified you wanted. Circumstances being what they are, I can't guarantee that all of you will take an infected load of cum tonight. The best I've been able to come up with was to redo the 'musical asses' idea, so, for tonight, we're going to have the tops start inside one of you and fuck you until I stop the music. Once I stop, then they move to the next bottom they fancy. This time, they don't have to go in any specific order. They can move to the next bottom, just not the same one. This will continue until we get a breeding. Then we'll let the other top continue as he pleases, bottom to bottom until the other top tells us if he's ready to rejoin. I was one of the two bottoms that got to start. His cock went inside me and I was overjoyed to be their first choice. I hoped beyond hope for a premature ejaculator, but didn't expect it. I was right. Once the music stopped, he slowly pulled out, leaving me disappointed. It took three more 'musical asses' interludes before I felt a cock against my anus again. Apparently I wasn't top hole tonight. This cock was about average compared to the first one. He slid in easily and met my ass. Hope! Hope! Hope! I wanted cum. The music started then he did. I was enjoying his thrusting. I had just been empty for too long I felt. I heard him breathing deeply and felt his rhythm falter just a bit. I was hoping! The music stopped and so did he. He was buried deep inside me and I was working my anal muscles trying to milk the load out of him. He pulled out. Three more cycles of the music before I felt a cock entering my hole. I snapped for the poppers and tried to work my anal muscles again on his cock before the music restarted. The music started and so did he. This top was aware of the size of his cock and worked slowly and deep. I was beside myself when he hit my second ring. He was clearly not the other top. I was hoping but expecting for him to be my breeder. He kept stroking me in his slow and steady rhythm and I felt so relaxed to it that I almost forgot that he only had that minute or so inside me. The music continued as did his stroking. I was so relaxed that I barely noticed a warm feeling inside my ass. My eyes went wide, hoping, but couldn't cry out or ask. The music stopped and he held himself inside me until the host ordered a change bottoms. The rest of the evening was similar. A cock stroking but, no clear declaration of cumming. Most of the time I ended up listening to music without a cock inside me which frustrated me to no end. Finally, the host announced that the evening was over which turned my mood sour. I thought I had been bred once but wasn't sure. But I had gotten what I had asked for that evening. I had been fucked. Hmmmmm.

Friday evening came and I showed up to be gang-fucked and seeded. I was led into the bottom's waiting area and started stripping down when the host came in. I greeting him but he wasn't smiling tonight. I asked if something was wrong and he answered, "Well, I've been having problems lately." I asked and he continued, "I had some problems gathering tops for you due to the positive top problem." "I don't have a problem with it." I replied. "Two other groups seem to," he responded, "The tops and the bottoms." He hesitated a moment then continued, "You've seen the reaction of some of the bottoms once they learn there are positive tops in the breeding group, so you know why I'm concerned about that. I generally don't have problems getting bottoms since so many have gang bang fantasies. Previously the problem was sorting out the ones that really wanted to live the fantasy and those who didn't. You clearly do and with a passion." "Go on." I prodded. "Now my problem is with my pool of tops. I've managed to put together a sizable pool of tops that are willing to breed willing cum-dumps on a regular basis at the drop of the hat." I nodded a bit of understanding. "I've had a problem lately with the negative tops since they've been sharing all of you with admitted positive tops. Some of them are afraid of becoming infected by sharing bottoms and are starting to refuse to participate." I understood and told him so. "So," I asked, "Where does that leave us for this evening? No one showed?" "Not as many as I expected" He looked thoughtful for a moment and continued, "I've made some decisions and I'm going to let you know about the new changes. I silently thought, 'Oh Shit! If I get fucked tonight, it's my last time.' "Starting tonight, I'm not announcing positive tops in the fucking room, only to the bottoms in this room and, this is a big AND, only if I know. From this point on, I'm not revealing status in the fucking room." "What about me after tonight?" "You'll be invited back. You've been a welcome addition to our cum-dump pool. Too ready in fact. I was somewhat scared to try to set this evening up." "I've sorry for the trouble." "The only problem I had was due to you specifying that I include positive tops." "You couldn't find any? Or too many?" "That's my secret tonight. In response to your demands, I'm keeping even the number of tops and their status from you. You are not only going to know how many tops are lined up for you, I'm not going to tell you their status, now or afterwards. That's my stand for the night, is that understood." I agreed, and asked, "What happens after tonight? Will I be invited back?" He responded that I seemed to be somewhat a favorite with several of the tops that generally participated. "Especially when they all have to wait in line for a willing hole to breed." "Tonight?" I asked. "All I'm telling you is that you're going to be fucked by more than one top tonight and that's it. You'll have to tell me afterwards how many and if you think they were positive." "Fair enough." Shortly I was wearing my blindfold, being led into the fucking room and strapped in for my latest ride, or 'being ridden'. I was somewhat distracted by the host's conversation with me as I waited for the tops to be brought in. That distraction ended quickly when I felt fingers probing my ass. "Please, " I moaned, "Please fuck me." "You want my cock boy?" "I want your cock and please, I need your cum." "You'll get it boy, give me time." "I've got nothing but time." I responded. "Breed me, please!" His cock into my ass settled that question. Fingers snapped resulted in the poppers. The head rush kicked in just as he hit bottom. All I remember about that fucking was that it took a while and I was in heaven when I heard him start his grunting, feeling his rhythm faltering and, finally, his clinching my ass to his pelvis and feeling him cumming inside me. I went into that level of ecstasy that I had been seeking for the past month or so. I had just been bare fucked and shot full of his semen. The kicker was that I had no idea who he was or his status. I might have just been made positive and it gave me a strangely warm feeling which confused me until I felt him pulling slowly out of my ass. It didn't take long to be filled by another cock, then another load of cum. I was ready to settle into that mindlessness that I had learned to love while being fucked by a number of horny bastards that I knew nothing about and wouldn't recognize if I passed them at work or in a restaurant. Then I felt that reassuring clinching of my hips that I recognized as the precursor of another load of beloved cum. I whispered, "Breed me."

That early morning meeting with Paul did not go well at all. I had managed to find a liquor store just before closing and bought a six pack of Paul's favorite imported ale. In the long run I ended up drinking it. He arrived at my place about ten minutes after I got home and his first question was did I have fun? It went downhill from there. I told him about the previous party and the results of the second HIV kit. He went quiet. After sometime, he finally asked me why I went back and stayed once I knew that one of the tops was positive. He didn't like the answer at all. I finished the second half of his beer after he stormed out. Then, being early Saturday morning, I finished the other five. A pretty good night except for that one bump in the road. Tuesday afternoon I got a phone call from the clinic telling me my test results were back. I asked about them but they told me that I would have to speak to the doctor. I was annoyed but made another appointment and made arrangements. I had forced myself to be ready for the announcement but it was hard to keep my calm. I'm normally an optimistic person but I had already been led to believe something life altering and simply expected this news to be the same. To say that I was stunned simply doesn't begin to cover it. My clinic tests had come back negative, that I hadn't been infected. I was told that simply because these tests hadn't shown any signs of infection didn't mean that much, especially if I continued having unprotected sex. The phrase, 'unprotected sex, my multiply bare fucked ass!,' ran through my mind and, thankfully stopped there. I understood the doctor's concern but it meant little to me. I loved being fucked and loaded. I was a full-fledged cum-dump junkie now. Who they are, what they do other than my ass didn't concern me. All I want from them is a good fucking and their cum inside me. The following month was far too dry. No word from Paul so I felt he had abandoned me before finding out I wasn't positive. I had messaged and left voice mails after the visit to the clinic, but he hadn't returned any of them. I had tried placing ads and some of the online services looking for bareback sex and got nothing but flakes. Braggarts describing their cocks and how they wanted to do me bare but not showing. What nagged at me the most was the texts I had sent to the breeding party host. They continued going unanswered. That's what had me really beside myself. I had participated willingly and played with my fate and health. Now nothing. I considered driving to the building the breeding parties had been held in but doubted at this point that it would do anything positive. I kept scanning ads and online services looking for some bareback action but kept coming up short for some reason. I was aggravated that I had gone from feast to famine so to speak concerning being fucked raw. I was at low ebb late Thursday evening when I got a text from the breeding party host. He wanted me to call him. I made the call and he asked if I was still interested in participating in future breeding parties. I instantly asked when the next one was. He was working on it, he responded. Strangely enough he asked me if I had any suggestions for a next party, what would I want? I knew what I wanted. Cock and more cock, cum and more cum. I said so. That, he said he could do. I asked how many bottoms he planned for the next party. He asked how many I wanted to share tops with. My mind went cold and I answered, "None. I want to be the only bottom." I had one request. "I know you've been able to arrange up to twelve tops for a session. How many do you think you could arrange for the next breeding session?" He didn't know but would start checking and asked when I wanted it to happen. I thought about it and asked him to arrange however many he could round up in by the next weekend. "Let me get this straight," he asked, "You want to be the only bottom, right?" I agreed. "And you want how many tops?" I responded, "As many as you can arrange between now and then." "Okay, I'll pull it together. Anything else?" he asked. "Yes." I hesitated then told him, "Make sure that there are as many HIV positives as you can round up in the group." The phone was quiet for over a minute. I finally heard him ask, "You want positives in your gang fuck? You're sure?" "Yes."

The next two weeks weren't quite the living hell I had expected. I did a lot of reading and contacted a local clinic listed as "Gay Friendly." Since it looked as though I had been infected, I felt that I needed to learn as much as possible so I could deal with what I had done. Still, I wanted more. I tried but couldn't reach Paul most of the first week which I took badly. I couldn't bring myself to check for any hookups. I was oscillating between wanting to be fucked and not wanting to move at all. Still, I found myself wanting more of what had caused all my new, major problem. I corrected myself. The situation provided the problem, I knew and had accepted the risk and had participated willingly. After contacting the clinic, the soonest appointment I could get was a bit over two weeks from the time I contacted. I just couldn't bring myself to believe a drug store test kit, but still wasn't holding out hope. A week and half after the last party, I got a message inviting me to another party. My first reaction was fuck it. Two hours later I had decided. If I was positive, how much more infected could I get? I wanted to be a cum-dump again. I texted back. I found myself a bit early and wondering if anyone else was going to show up or if I was going to be the single cum-dump for the night. That idea DID excite me in a strange way which make me wonder how many tops were lined up for the evening. Shortly another guy younger than me was ushered in. As with last time, he was younger and better looking, I felt. If the tops were the one making the choices, then I might be losing out. Before long two other guys showed up, one nearly my age and the other young and more fit than me. "Cum-dumps," came the now familiar voice of our host. "Hmm," he glanced at me and welcomed me back. "Tonight we've got twelve tops looking to use you for their pleasure. I was considering letting it be a round robin circle of musical asses again, but decided to do tonight what didn't happen last time. In other words, in this case, since there are four of you then twelve tops mean three each randomly assigned to fuck and breed you until they can't go anymore. How does that sound? Interested?" I was somewhat disappointed at the idea of ONLY three but hoped they would be multi-orgasmic. "Good, but conscience forces me to tell you all that we have two HIV positive tops tonight. Both volunteered the information. One is on meds which means that the likelihood of infection is negligible, nearly as safe as a negative top. On the other hand, the other positive top is not on meds and potentially infectious. I just felt you should know." The older guy and one of the younger guys glanced at each other. Shortly there were two of us. "You two are sure you understand the situation? Now that it's just you two, then that means six tops will be randomly assigned to each of you and you'll be their cum-dumps for the evening till they can't cum anymore. " I nodded. "Okay, then, let's make this happen." Shortly I was in the now familiar position, secured to the fucking bench with my ass liberally lubed for the start of the breeding party. I knew at I was about to get at least six loads and hoped they were all capable of breeding me twice. I weighed in my mind that if I got the positive top I'd be taking more infectious cum but, since I'm already probably positive, the kit said so, what the hell? "Gentlemen!" Our host's voice rang out after a door opened. "I had planned and attempted to arrange more cum-dumps for your use, but things fell through. I hope you find tonight's entertainment acceptable. Keep in mind that both of these cum-dumps know that they are here to service you and take any and all loads you provide them. There are to be no pull-outs, when you cum, shoot it completely inside them. They are cum-dumps and want your cum and as much as you are willing to gift them with. Please step to the center of the room and we'll work out which cum-dump you're gifting. Since there are two, we're assigning six of you to each and feel free to use them until you're done tonight. No limit other than your ability. It was completely different from the first two times I had been an anonymous cum-dump here. It was, however, similar to the last time when I was the sole hole. I just found myself almost jealous of not being the complete center of attention. I suppose some might have considered it humiliating to be letting man after man shoving their cocks into their ass and shooting their cum into them. Not me. I loved it since I felt that I was serving a purpose and supplying pleasure for a horny male and was happy for their horny attention. Normally I would have been hitting the poppers far more heavily but this time I was trying to keep track of how many times I was being fucked and how many loads I was taking. I was hitting the poppers as I heard the top fucking me at that moment start grunting and feeling his rhythm faltering. His pelvis met mine and held there and I paid momentary attention and drifted back to that mindlessness that I had learned to love during these gang fucks. I snapped for another shot of poppers and something crossed my mind. That thought escaped as I felt the vial against my nose and took a breath for each nostril. I knew I had just taken another load of raw cum into my ass and felt a warm glow at that thought. I felt at that moment I knew for sure what my role in life was. I was a cum receptacle for horny tops. I was a bit fuzzy for a moment and resumed counting. I had been fucked four times and something nagged at me about that last top. That thought slid away instantly when the next top took his place in my ass. Despite my haze and the amount of cum in my ass acting as the perfect lube, I needed to control my breathing as he slid into me. He was the largest cock that had ever invaded my ass and the lube and fucking hadn't prepared me for him. I heard myself whimpering and tried to keep from crying out for him to take it easy. I snapped for the poppers and hit them three or four times and took several deep breaths. His invasion of my ass slowed shortly and, I felt his hands clenching my hips as he buried his huge organ inside me. There was no question I had just been bred by him. By my count, I had been fucked eleven times and, almost felt a bit of regret that that monster cocked top hadn't taken a second round with me. Almost. Still, I guessed that I had been bred every time, hoped I had. I wanted every drop. Greedy as I was, I was still satisfied and somewhat shaky when I felt someone releasing the straps and leading me back to the bottom's waiting area. I was asked if I wanted to shower but I declined, telling him I wanted to keep all the cum as long as possible and loved seeing the stains in my underwear and jeans. I had mixed feelings during the drive home. I was soulfully satisfied at how the evening had gone and had loved every minute of it. I was enjoying the thought that there had been eleven loads of cum put into me by horny men that simply wanted to gain sexual relief and I was happy to have given them that service. I was about ten minutes from home when I got a text from Paul. I called him and he asked if he could come by. I came straight clean with him and told him where I had been tonight. He was silent for a long moment. I asked if he still wanted to drop by and the silence continued. I was just about to hang up when I heard a quiet, "Yes, I do."

I was beside myself on the way home. I was still somewhat in a haze from the poppers and the fucking. I was frightened once I came down from the high of being bare fucked and comprehended the seriousness of presenting my bare ass to an HIV cock. There was the chance I had been infected the first time without anyone knowing there was a positive top there. I was terrified that I had let myself stay and, knowingly, let myself be exposed to a known HIV positive top. Who knows? I might have been loaded more than once that night. I might have HIV and not know. It came to a head for me when Paul texted me wanting to fuck. He showed up and I told him about the last two parties I had attended and my fears. He took me to a pharmacy and bought one of the HIV testing kits. He talked to me for quite some time while we waited for the results from the kit. I still wasn't sure about the results one way or the other. I was skeptical about the accuracy of a drugstore kit. I was relieved somewhat by the results after the waiting since the kit showed me clean and uninfected. I was elated by the results enough that I hugged and kissed Paul and found myself in bed with him for the next several hours. Normally he would have stayed an hour or so and left me with one or two loads of cum. This time we cuddled at various times of the night and I felt his cock pressing against my ass and I accepted it readily. Paul is a horny bastard I found out that night. I didn't get much sleep. Not that I cared, it was a long weekend for me. I was so relieved at the test results that he could have moved in with me and I would have taken his cock every time it got hard if I could. He seemed fascinated and aroused about my cheating on him and attending the breeding parties. He kept asking me about them and it seemed to excite him enough for him to want to fuck me again. I took advantage of that and got more cum loaded into my ass by him in that night which ran into the whole weekend. I was calmer than I had been for a while when he finally left Sunday evening. I even got a goodbye fuck under the car port which I was nervous about since I wasn't sure the neighbors knew about me being gay. The next two weeks were mundane for me. I was relieved at the thought I hadn't been infected and had decided to swear off bare backing except for Paul. I had learned my lesson. It was too big a risk. Over the next two weeks it got harder to stick to that idea. I had been fucked bare by men I knew nothing about and it still excited me. I felt I was missing something even though Paul would drop by a couple times a week and seed me. Something was missing. I wasn't happy. Something was missing in my life. I finally knew what it was when my phone dinged. It was a message that there was another breeding party planned and I was invited. Dammit! I was in turmoil for the rest of the week. It surprised me to find only one other guy in the waiting area. He was younger than me and in far better physical shape. I felt inferior to him and figured that the only reason I'd be chosen tonight would be the only open hole. That was the other thought. "Hello, I'm glad you two responded to our invitation. This is going to be a different situation tonight than the previous parties. You have already noticed that you are the only two bottoms here tonight. I'm going to tell you that we have ten tops tonight ready for cum dumps." I took a deep breath at that concept, but I expected a down side. "Ten guys for us two?" I asked. He responded that, yes, there were ten tops for us. His eyes glowed for a moment then he dropped the news. "One of the tops is the same HIV positive top from last time. The plan is to have each of you bred by five each at random. If you're not interested, now is the time." The other bottom and I glanced at each other. He got up and headed for the door. I took a deep breath and told my host, "I suppose I'm the evening's entertainment now. So tell them to have their way with me. If they can cum, leave it in my ass. I'll take every load they can give." Shortly I was brought, blindfolded, and secured to a fucking bench, knowing that, if I had been told correctly, that there were ten horny fuckers ready to fuck and breed my ass and one was definitely the jackpot of HIV. Once I heard the host let the tops in, I spoke up for the first time and told them to fuck me as much and as often as they could, I wanted as much cum as possible in my ass. My phone showed 3:22 AM when I got to my car. I checked to see if the drugstore closest to my house was open on the way. It was and I bought the test kit Paul had and took it home. I didn't want to know right away. The crotch of my jeans was still moist from the cum leaking out of my ass. I know that I took at least ten loads but I'm sure there was more which I happily took. P.S. I'm pregnant.

I had to go back once I learned there was going to be another breeding party. Despite the possibility that I might have gotten a load or more of positive cum and my blood running cold when I saw the invitation on my phone, I knew I would go back. I had to have that bare cock. I began obsessing about being semi bound and waiting for the cock and knowing that once the music stopped, a completely different cock would be inside me, about to fuck me, maybe leave a load inside my ass before the music stops. His cock would remain inside me until the music stops. I wanted that again. I had lost count of how many loads I had taken and still didn't know if I had taken a load from the poz guy. I just wanted more. I was torn about telling Paul. Our relationship hadn't been anything more than fuck-buddies but I sort of felt I should have told him about my going back. Almost as a thank you for introducing me to the guy that was organizing the parties. I didn't. I just went. "I'm glad to see some of the bottoms from the last party back. Welcome back. " I didn't recognize anyone but those of us that had participated nodded. There was more than five of us this time. "I'm about to explain the rules to tonight's party which are different than last time. This time, of course, you'll all still be blindfolded so that you'll still be fucked anonymously. You won't know anything about the tops fucking you." I trembled at the thought, aroused as hell. "You'll all be strapped to the fucking benches as before, but this time you'll be completely strapped down. Your hands will be secured this time as well. Those who use poppers will have access to that by snapping your fingers. You'll be served. Anything else, let Charles here know." I made sure I could snap my fingers. "Now, " he got very serious, "Here's the caveat. Tonight we only have three tops. You'll all be fucked, so don't worry about that. You might not get cum tonight, that's part of the problem tonight. The other thing you need to know ahead of time is that one of the three tops is HIV positive. He's told us ahead of time. So if that is a deal breaker you need to leave now." No one left. Surprisingly, I was one of them still. I don't want to get HIV. I don't know if it was the host or Charles that led me to my fuck bench, but they did know how to secure me to it. I wasn't able to move anything but my head. I snapped my fingers and a vial of poppers met my nose quickly. I took a huge shot of them and waited for the rush. "All right Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We are about to start, so here are the rules. There are 6 bottoms being serviced by three Tops. Ordinarily that would mean some of you might not get a load of cum. All three tops tonight are multi-orgasmic so there's a much better chance you'll all get at least one load tonight. Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight. Good luck however you take that statement." I snapped my fingers again, trying to deal with the idea that I might leave here tonight positive. The rush of the poppers made my hole tingle. "Tonight I'm going to use the 'Musical Asses' idea, just a little different. Tonight I'm going to stop the music after a minute so that the top can service as many of you as possible tonight. Tops, choose your bottoms." I took a deep breath, hoping I would be chosen to start. I wasn't. I heard the music stop and took a deep breath against the hope I was one of the top's next hole. I still wasn't. The music restarted. I could hear sounds of raw, male on male sex. I heard bottoms grunting and, presumably the verbal responses from the tops. The music stopped again and my eyes went wide behind the blindfold. I felt the head of the top's head against my hole and slowly thrust completely into me. I was full. His cock filled me with absolutely no pain but just a bit of knowing something was there that didn't belong. I loved it and told him so. Apparently I was too loud. "Bottoms will remain quiet or be gagged, is that understood?" I felt the organ probing my ass throb. The music restarted and he began fucking me by slowly pulling almost completely out and thrusting as deep as possible. I was guessing I was the third hole his cock had been in so far and was hoping to make him cum by working my anal muscles. He moaned slightly just before the music stopped. Dammit! Two more music cycles and no cock. I was becoming frustrated at this party but knew I couldn't do anything about it at this point. Next stop of the music found a cock slipping into me easily. He wasn't very large, but was rather long. It was a bit uncomfortable with his cock completely inside me once his pelvis met my ass but, after snapping my fingers and getting two large hits of poppers, I decided I loved his cock. I loved it even more once the music restarted. For some reason, despite the initial discomfort, once he pulled back and thrust back in, he hit some magic spot that almost made me orgasm. That feeling didn't last but he hit that magic point often enough that I was almost ready to shoot a load myself when the music stopped. He held himself inside me long enough to make me hope he was shooting his load. If he did, he didn't indicate it, nor did the host. I found myself somewhat disappointed with this party since I wasn't getting the amount of cock I had during the previous party. That was when the host's words ran through my mind again. " Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight." All the sudden I wasn't so sure I wanted cum in my ass. "Tops," he suddenly announced, "I'm going to change the rules here a bit. Have any of you cum yet?" Apparently none of them had. "Since all of you have had the opportunity to sample all of the bottoms, I'm sure you might have decided which ones you want to breed. I'm now going to stop the music at my discretion, but you get to choose which bottoms you fuck. Is that acceptable?" Apparently it was. I felt a cock enter my ass and settle, pelvis against my ass. "The only thing now is that once you've cum, you have to move to one of the other bottoms. Let's be fair to them all, since these cum-dumps have come here to serve you and take you without ever knowing who you are. Perhaps you might consider rewarding them all." Once the music started, I remembered the way this particular top had fucked me and worked my anal muscles despite that quietly nagging thought that I might be trying to work a load of cum out of an HIV positive cock. I snapped my fingers, took a huge shot of poppers and relaxed to the fucking. Since I had done the poppers that heavily, I hadn't realized that our host had let the music run longer. I didn't hear my present top change his breathing and he wasn't particularly vocal, but I suddenly guessed that he had bred me when he plunged into me and held my ass tight to his pelvis for quite a bit of time. I think I felt a warmth inside me and hoped that he had just cum while also hoping he wasn't the positive top. Once the music stopped, our host announced the first breeding of the night. I felt a warm feeling about my being the first but was still concerned about the HIV. "We have our first breeding of the night! The top might take a few minutes to rest and rejoin but we are going to continue for the other two." Apparently, out of order I felt a cock plunge into my ass before the music restarted. I was happy to have it but, suddenly, realized that, if the other guy wasn't the positive, this one might be. I snapped my fingers again. Apparently this top was that close to cumming. I felt him grabbing my hips and holding himself into my ass for a noticeable time before the music stopped. Our host announced the second breeding of the night. He had, absolutely, cum in me. The tops were apparently multi-orgasmic. Either that or there were some tops that our host hadn't told us about and sneaked them in. I ended up fucked four or five more times and, puzzling to me, apparently got bred three more times that evening. This evening wasn't as physically demanding as the previous party and I was pretty much aware of what was happening. I know for a fact that I had taken at least four loads of cum from the tops. I had conflicting feelings since I wanted to be fucked bare and take loads inside me but didn't really want to be infected. "Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We're about to have the final round since the tops have told me that they've got to leave soon. I'm going to let them breed whichever bottom they choose to, no music, no time limit. The ones not being fucked to breed will be released to the waiting area so that they can leave if they wish." I snapped my fingers, got my shot of poppers, not sure if I was hoping to be chosen or released. I felt a hand on my ass just before his cock plunged into my slick, sloppy ass. I took a deep breath or three once I accepted I was going to be one of the last three bred and was going to get another load of cum. I was just praying that he wasn't the positive one. "Tops," he finally announced, "Let the final breeding begin." I felt the top's cock pull slowly out and plunge in. This was the fucking I was far more used to. Once the cock was plunging in and out, I knew I was going to get cum. Paul had led me to love being fucked bare and I had quickly learned to love having him shooting his hot load of cum inside me. Now I was just a cum-slut taking cock from a man I didn't know, hadn't seen, knew nothing about and was enjoying taking every inch of his cock as it plunged into and pulled out. I forced myself to control my breathing while waiting for him to finish. I had no idea how many times this top had cum but knew that it always took longer after cumming. Though I was enjoying the fucking, I was beginning to wonder if my top had overestimated his ability to deliver another load of cum. Suddenly his rhythm faltered and I felt him meet my ass. This time I was sure I felt a load of cum being shot into my ass. I took a short breath and snapped my fingers for the poppers which were under my nose immediately. As the rush of the poppers flowed over me I heard him telling me, "I hope you got what you wanted." My blood ran cold.

I'm working on a plot for the next one even though I intended this as a one shot entry. I've been thinking since the requests.

Cumhole1919, You're welcome to explore your ideas and continue this thread. That piece was where I ended it. I'd love to see someone with a wilder imagination take it farther.

"Okay guys, we all know why you're here. You've either had the fantasy of being a cum-dump or done it before and want to do it again. Either way, that's what we're going to do here tonight." He was a good looking younger guy, about six foot, maybe 185 pounds with dark brown hair. The term "cum-dump" made my insides tingle from the way he said it. "We're going to do this in a different sort of way than you might have thought or, maybe, wanted, but I'm about to tell you how we're going to do this tonight. We're going to play a game somewhat based on 'Musical Chairs'." He was addressing six other guys and me. "I hope you all understood when you came to this little party that what's about to happen is you bottoms are all going to be anonymously fucked and, probably bred by a number of horny tops. You're all going to be blindfolded, led into the other room where you'll be secured to well padded fucking benches. You'll have use of your hands for poppers or anything else you need, you'll only have straps around your waist, thighs and ankles." I was getting aroused by his narration and trying to picture the situation all the while trying to suppress my physical reaction. I was also wondering if I was actually nuts for getting myself into this situation. I had actually shown up, knowing that, if what I had been told by my fuck-buddy was true, I was going to be fucked raw by more than one guy tonight. I had a hard time controlling my breathing and suppressing my erection urge. I was still somewhat a novice at bottoming but had thrown myself into the role after that first time. There had been several guys that had topped me but always safe. Most of them had insisted and I hadn't objected because I hadn't known what I was missing. Then Paul happened to me. He was my first and, up until tonight, my only bare fuck. He had cajoled me into letting him enter me without a condom by insisting that he just wanted to feel my ass bare and would pull out in a couple minutes. I'm sure he went beyond that "couple minutes" before I felt him thrusting faster and deeper. I started to say something to him about the condom but found myself enjoying his bare cock fully stroking in and out so much that I failed to get anything out of my mouth. Shortly thereafter I heard him growling softly, grabbing my hips and I got my first load of cum inside me instead of my mouth. He got up, grabbed his jeans and started for the door. I heard myself ask if he had to go. He hesitated a moment. I got my second breeding about thirty minutes later. Paul became a regular fuck buddy and, for some reason, the only one I would let bareback me. Soon, my interest in other guys slowed because sex with a condom simply didn't interest or excite me as much as feeling his bare cock and knowing that he was about to shoot his cum inside me. Paul was somewhat multi-orgasmic. He always left me well-fucked and with at least two loads in my ass, a few times, three. During the down time between we would talk, generally about sex and, eventually, fantasies. He had eventually gotten me to admit that I would like to be bare fucked by someone else and that I had been reading about anonymous sex, "pump and dump" as it was called. He enjoyed my light duty fantasies but seemed to keep circling back to getting me to flesh out my fantasies about being fucked raw by guys I didn't know and taking their cum. That's what led me to being in this room with six other guys and Paul's friend who seemed to be the guy in charge of this situation. "I'm going to explain what's about to happen tonight so everyone knows what they're getting into besides the fact you're going to be fucked bare and, likely leave here with cum in your respective asses." When I had been led into the room I had wondered who the bottoms were and who were the tops. Shortly I realized us seven were the bottoms. "We've got ten horny tops tonight for this party. I know two of them personally, met three of them at a few of these parties. The other five I don't know at all other than they were referred by trusted friends. You won't know their names and, since you'll all be blindfolded during the breeding, you won't even see them." He continued, "Now for how we're going to do it. To make things interesting, this isn't going to be a simple fuck and breed situation. We've got ten tops and we're going to make this interesting for you and them both. Once you're all situated on the benches, the tops are going to come in and work out who starts with which one of you about to be cum-dumps. Once his cock is inside you, I'm going to start music playing. While the music plays, your top is going to fuck you. At various intervals, I'm going to stop the music. At that point he's going to pull out and each top is going to move to the next hole and enter, waiting for the music to restart. That way each of you gets fucked by each of the tops. Once the music restarts he'll start fucking you. If he cums, he's to stay inside you until the music stops. Once he cums, one of the other tops will join the fucking circle." "Now," he stopped and looked each of us in the eyes directly and seriously, "here's the one thing you all need to understand before we start. Once we start the party and the 'Musical Ass' party, we're going to be here until the last top finishes. You are here to serve as cum receptacles and will be used as long as one of them is hard and wanting to breed you. I know for a fact that three of the tops I'm familiar with is able to supply five loads in under an hour. Once the fucking starts, you have NO say in it. Your ass is there for the use of any and all of these tops. If they cum, it's in you. Understand that, accept it, or leave now." He looked dead serious. I took a deep breath and thought about it. For some reason, the idea of being fucked by somebody I didn't know, might never see again and knew absolutely nothing about simply excited me to no end. I had to do this without knowing why. Two of the guys suddenly shook their heads and told him that they didn't want any of this and wanted to go. Surprisingly, he didn't take offense or get angry. He simply told them fine and if they ever changed their minds, let him know. He turned back to the remain four and me saying, "Well, that increases all your odds of leaving with cum in your ass and the amount. Okay, I can't really promise that you'll all be bred, but I can promise that you'll all be fucked and fucked a lot." We glanced at each other some smiling and sharing a feeling of bottom camaraderie. "Okay cum-dumps, strip down, if you're wearing jocks you can keep them on if you like but you need to be naked otherwise except for the blindfolds which are on that table over there. Get ready and I'll be back shortly to take you each to your fuck bench and secure you down. Lube up, popper up, just be ready in about five minutes or so." I was terrified once I was strapped in place, unable to see and knowing my bare ass was fully exposed and available for whoever or whatever was about to happen. Then I heard the door open and his voice. "Gentlemen, and by that I mean you Tops, here are five cum-dumps for your use and this evening's entertainment. They know that you're going to fuck each and every one of them and some of them will be rewarded with your cum if they please you. You do know the rules and know that once the music stops you pull out of that cum-dump's hole and move to the next one, enter him and wait for the music to start fucking. If you cum during the music, you push all the way in and wait for the music to stop. Raise your hand so I'll know You can take a seat, rest and enjoy the show, knowing that these cum-dumps are being used as they should and see if you're ready to rejoin the breeding circle." I was glad I had lubed up liberally to the point of it nearly running down my legs. The top that chose me was larger than Paul and it was uncomfortable but tolerable as he entered me. I was happy when I felt his pelvis meet my ass. I wasn't sure I would have been able to accept anymore cock. Then the music started. He pulled slowly out and thrust his entire length back into me with very little pain. Shortly I was enjoying his steady rhythm and took a shot of poppers. My eyes were closed and I was thinking just how different it felt from Paul fucking me. Different but I was enjoying him immensely when the music stopped. I took a deep breath as he pulled out. I had been enjoying it and, for some reason, had forgotten the rules of 'the game' and had expected to be fucked and filled with cum. I felt a pair of fingers probing my ass, then a surprisingly large cock head against my anus. It was momentarily uncomfortable until it popped through then I realized that it was the head of his cock that was large, not the whole thing. Once inside he was pleasing me with a few cheat strokes before the music restarted. "Tops Ready?" came the question just before the music restarted. This guy was completely different in his fucking style. He would stroke fast, then suddenly slow then deep and shallow. His changing his rhythm kept my attention since I couldn't simply drop into a mindless trance and simply enjoy what was being done to my ass. It was a bit disturbing but I took another shot of my poppers and tried to anticipate what he was going to do next and work my hole on his cock. I heard his breathing getting deeper and a light growl out of him just as the music stopped. The head of his cock didn't hurt as much pulling out as it had going in. Damn, still no cum. Another cock slid slowly into my ass. This one wasn't unusual in any fashion. He was smaller than Paul and a bit shorter. I attempted to tease him by squeezing him with my anal muscles. He responded by slapping my ass. The music restarted after the 'tops ready' question. This guy stroked slow and methodically, steady as a metronome. His fucking let me relax into the mindlessness I like when being fucked. I started to take another shot of the poppers but decided to pace myself since his cock fit me perfectly. He surprised me by interrupting his perfect rhythm then plunging into me and holding his pelvis against my ass. I thought I felt something warm inside me and was wondering if he had just cum. Just then the music stopped. "We have our first breeding of the night." I heard our host announce. Was it me? Was it someone else. I heard the guy still in me whisper, "I hope you got what you wanted." It was me! The rest of the evening was mind-boggling and, somewhat, a blur. Without vision and very little speech, it was hard to keep track of time or events. I know I felt cock after cock entering my ass, fucking me, which was far easier after that first load of cum I received. My hole relaxed to the intrusions except for one top who was significantly larger than the rest. I was uncomfortable every time I ended up his bottom which ended up being several times as the night progressed. I know for a fact I got two loads from that fat cock since I heard him grunt, then tell me to, "Take every drop Boy!" as he plunged his monster into my increasingly sore hole. I was tired and nearly about to be sleep fucked when the host announced that the 'game' was over and asked the tops if they were sure. I had noted that I wasn't getting ploughed as often or as long but was so tired I almost missed the obvious. The poppers hadn't helped keep me that sharp. I was tired, sore and, sweaty. My thighs were sticky. I was just ready to go home. The host released each of us in turn and led us each, one at a time, to a shower and told us to wait in the next room. There were cold drinks and I grabbed two beers then called Paul to come pick me up as I sat in the waiting area where we had been told what to expect for the evening. I was tired, elated, and still wondering if I was out of my mind for what I had just done. I had just very recklessly allowed myself to be totally used by men I didn't know and might never see again and had loved every minute of it. Our host came into the room and called to us all, thanking us all for staying for a moment while the tops were all leaving. He conversed with us all, asking us how we were feeling, had we enjoyed ourselves, was it what we had felt it would be, would we like to do it again? Those sort of questions. It seemed that we all pretty much agreed with one hold out, that we'd all love to be invited back for the next party. He smiled and seemed very pleased then a pained look came over his face. "I do have something I need to tell you all that I didn't know about beforehand because we don't normally ask about status but I was told by one of the tops just before he left that he was just notified earlier this week that he was HIV positive with a high viral count. The problem is that I don't know which of you he bred or how many. He told me that he only managed to cum once tonight but, since he failed to tell us his status, he might be lying about how many of you he bred."

I've sucked maybe 4 or 5 black guys. One I apparently wasn't sucking right and he left without cumming. Another, after about 20 or so minutes simply stood up and asked me if I still wanted to swallow his cum. He obliged me by finishing himself and letting me catch his cum to swallow. I'm pretty ashamed that I wasn't able to please either of those guys, but I guess it sometimes happens. I rarely have problems sucking to completion and, every time I've set out to suck a guy off, I've made him cum in my mouth, with those two exceptions. I haven't been fucked by a black guy yet, but I keep hoping the occasion will present itself and have a black guy stroking my ass hard and leaving one or more loads of his cum inside me. I presently have a Latino F/B or B/F, whichever you prefer, who has been good to me by way of feeding me on a pretty regular basis and occasionally loading my ass. I would hate to lose him but would be strongly interested in having a black male willing to do the same on a weekly basis. Truth is I love sucking cock mostly to swallow. That's what led me to male on male. The barebacking came later and I'm hooked on knowing that, while he's fucking my ass, that he's eventually going to pump his cum into my ass.

The best complement I think I've gotten is when he comes back to fuck me again. His cock in my ass once again says it to me that he liked/loved what my ass did for him and he wants more. His presenting me with more cum inside is praise enough for me. I love hearing that grunt after his speeding up his thrusting and the abrupt slamming my ass with his pelvis. It lets me know he's used me to deliver him pleasure.

That would be quite a dilemma. Do your brothers know you're gay? If not, It'll be a shock to him. If so, who knows, it might lead to something kinky for both of you. Are there going to be repercussions if he finds out it was your ad? I.E, will he gossip, prolly not since he would have to admit that he saw your ad and answer it. I don't know how I would respond to having my brother answer my ad or me answer his ad and find out it was his. I have a love/hate relationship with my brother and doubt it would work with us. It wouldn't be an incest problem as much as the present rivalry situation so common between brothers.

I've got a favorite buttplug that I use on occasion. I haven't used it as much as I used to since I've met my B/F or F/B whichever you'd prefer. I never enjoyed putting it in, but enjoyed the hell out of the feeling once it was in my ass. As for the masturbation, I didn't use the buttplug for that, but I did masturbate with it in once and was overwhelmed that first time I clinched my ass and felt the plug bump my prostate. I've done it that way ever since. Hmmm, now that I'm thinking about that buttplug, see ya'll later.

I'm fairly sure that I said the following in another similar thread, but, If your cock gets in my ass bare, I had better get your cum inside me, not on my ass, not on my face, not on the bed. If you get your cock inside me, I want the cum where it belongs.

It's hot for me simply because of the slut/humiliation factor. I'm there simply to please some guy who wants to get his rocks off. I'm a cumdump, fuck me, breed me, dump your load then leave. That's the attraction.

I'm not a tattoo type but if there was an established and recognizable tattoo that made it clear that I was a cumdump or, at least, a barebacker, I would consider it on an arm or shoulder.