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Fucking hot story. I LOVE boyfriend sharing stories!!!!!!!!!

So hard reading this storyline. Amazing. Can't wait to see what happens next!

Thanks for this storyline. Would LOVE to see the next chapter!

Tony and Charlie's bedroom already reeked of mansex, and with the rest of the swim team standing there waiting to fuck my boyfriend Joe, I knew it was about to get a lot more intense. I looked down at my boyfriend's ass and saw ropes of cum seeping out. His hole was red and puffy. Charlie took my hand and guided my fingers. “Rub that cum in, boy. It'll help sooth his guts, and it'll keep him nice and slippery for the rest of the team.” Tony was smiling, standing with his hands on his hips, his dick already hard again, bouncing slightly. “The boy asked 'Who's next?'” Tony roughly turned by boy over so he was on his back, knees up to his chest. I asked him, “Is the team going to fuck him bare too?” “Hell, yeah. That's what he came he for.” I had no clue what he was talking about. Out of the ten or so guys standing there, the most senior swimmers were Mike, Dan, and Andrew. Mike had shoved his fat dick in my mouth earlier as Charlie was tricking me into taking his dick raw. He strutted up to me and said. “I think it'll be your boyfriend's job to finish what you started earlier. But first, get me wet for him. Wouldn't want to tear him up, at least not until everyone's had a go, right?” I knew he had a point. I wanted my boy to enjoy this as much as possible. I knelt and slobbered all over his dick as Mike grabbed the back of my head and forced his manhood all the way to the back of my throat. He pulled out, taking my hand and wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. “Put it in his hole.” I guided his slimy cock into my boy's dripping hole. He grunted as Mike slammed in without any hint of compassion or concern for my boy's pleasure. “Fuck. I've been waiting to tag this boy's hole again since Spring tryouts!” Again, I thought? Had my boyfriend already been fucked by these guys, even before we met? Mike hammered away at his target, picking up the pace. I watched as his hips slammed forward over and over again, finally shooting his wad into my Joe's eager hole. Andrew was next up. He flipped my boyfriend over onto his knees and started fingering my boy's hole. I couldn't believe the flood of cum that rushed out. He wiped some on his hard dick and fingered the rest back into my boyfriend's hole. “Wanna watch this up close?” he asked me. He instructed me to lay on my back under my boyfriend, with my chin right under his balls. “Spread his cheeks for me.” I followed orders, my face only inches away as Andrew entered my boyfriend. He was much more gentle than Mike had been, and took his time. My boyfriend must have liked his style. He started moaning. Only then did he realize my dick was right in front of his face. He was moaning too much to give me a proper blowjob, but that was okay as I would have cum in a second. After a few minutes, Andrew said, “Here it cums!” He thrust in, balls deep. I was amazed that I could literally see his balls churn and see the cum flow up his cock and into my Joe's willing ass. He stayed there for a minute before withdrawing. Dan stepped up next. His dick was shorter than the other guys, but still an impressive six inches or so, and it must have been as thick as a beer bottle. “I usually go last,” he chuckled. “I need a few dicks to loosen up a boy's hole for me first. And lots of lube.” With the rest of the team standing in a semicircle, all jacking, Dan pulled my boy onto his side. He laid down next to him, almost like they were spooning. “It's okay Joe. Just back onto it.” By this time, Joe was loose enough to take him all the way. After laying there taking Dan's thrusts, it was like he came to life. He maneuvered Dan onto his back and started riding his cock. “Damn,” Dan shouted, “I think he may be a bit loose for me!” He ordered me to crouch in front and shove some fingers in there. My cock was drooling precum, so I used a bit to lube up my fingers and managed to get three into my boy's hole, gliding next to Dan's dick as he ravaged Joe. I saw more of that familiar pink foam on my hand, knowing that Joe had to be bleeding a bit inside. With the added tightness, it didn't take Dan long to add his spooge to the rest. He lifted Joe up so just the tip of his wide cock was in Joe's ass. I watched as cum oozed out from Joe's hole and down Dan's dick. “Clean up that mess, boy,” shouted Tony. The coach forced my head onto Dan's cock. I tasted cum, cum, and more cum, mixed with the taste of ass and blood. After that, it was a free for all. I watched as my boyfriend took at least seven more cocks, some long and skinny, some thick and curved. The only thing they had in common was that they all fucked my boy's hole bare. By the end, my boy was on the floor in the middle of the room, soaked with sweat, cum all over his crotch. Tony said, “Now it's your turn boy.” For a moment, I thought they all wanted a turn at my hole. The look on my face must have shown my anxiety. “No. Let your boyfriend finally cum. We want you to sit on his cock. And guess what's going to lube your hole, boy?” I knew all of those guys' cum was going to go in my hole. I knew Joe was desperately in need of release after all that. I went down on my hands and knees, my ass upturned and ready. Joe was still on his back, with has ass drooling buckets of cum. Charlie and Tony mopped up the mess with their tongues and hands, witping and spitting it onto Joe's dick. Tony worked his fingers into Joe's hole, releasing a ******* of jizz. He pressed his fingers into my ass, working as much cum into my raw hole as possible. When Joe had recovered enough to get to his knees, the guys carried him over to me. Joe leaned on my back, too tired to move, but still desperate to fuck. Mike and Andrew spread my cheeks. Dan and Charlie guided Joe's dick to my hole as Tony lined up behind Joe. Joe moaned, and I knew Tony was fucking him again. As Tony thrust into Joe, Joe moved involuntarily forward as his cock entered me. He was like a ragdoll as Tony pummeled his sore, loose hole. “Fuck, I love it sloppy,” jeered Tony. Joe couldn't hold off long and I felt him shooting his load into my hole, mixing his seed with that of the entire team. We all collapsed onto the floor and laid in a sweaty pile. When Joe and I had come to our senses, the team was gone. Charlie and Tony were laying in the bed. We were both sticky, covered with cum and sweat, but didn't they didn't want us to shower. They got up, helped us to dress, and led us downstairs. Tony called us a cab, as we were both to exhausted and fucked up to drive. He whispered to us as we got in the cab, “Make sure you don't wash your holes tonight, boys. We worked hard to get you both full of cum, and you'd better stay that way all night.” In the ride back to campus, Joe confessed to me that he had let some of the team fuck him at Tryouts. He also confessed that he had taken their dicks raw and let them cum in him. He explained that he wanted to be part of the team. “What about disease,” I asked him, realizing what a hypocrite I was, sitting there with my ass oozing cum just like his. “Um yeah. About that. A few weeks after Tryouts, I got sick. Real sick. Don't be surprised if you get real sick in a week or so. They call it the fuck flu.” To be continued?

Following the Cheating Boyfriend Lately, my boyfriend has been working late. In the past when he would work late, he would come home tired and grumpy, just worn out from a long day's work. But, in the past few weeks, when he's been out late, at work, he's come home horny and ready to jump into bed. Being the good boyfriend, I nearly always rim his tight hole to get it ready for my dick. A few nights ago, I got his ass in the air and went to town, working my tongue over his hole, and I thought it seemed looser than usual. I could stick my whole tongue in right away. My boyfriend groaned in approval, so I figured nothing was out of the ordinary. But then, when I stuck my tongue in again, I was sure I could taste the tartness of cum. We hadn't fucked in a few days, so I knew it couldn't have been mine. Perhaps I should have said something, but instead, I went to working a few fingers in, prying him open, and sure enough gobs of cum trickled out. I was so hard at the thought of eating someone else's cum out of his hole, I stuck my dick in, all the way in one thrust, using someone else's jizz as lube! Usually, my my boyfriend goes soft when I fuck him, but this time he was rock hard! I jerked him as I screwed his hole and I shot a massive wad all over his heaving chest. I managed to hold off a few seconds more and shot my load up his ass, adding my cum to whoever else's was already there. I licked him his cum and fingered his sloppy hole a bit, kissing him and pushing his wad into his mouth. He rolled over and fell asleep right away. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity, knowing something was up, and that someone else had fucked my boyfriend. Not just fucked him, but fucked him raw. Not just fucked him raw, but came in his unprotected bare hole. My boyfriend and I had fucked bare since we decided to be exclusive a few months before, but I guess all bets were off now. Strangely, I wasn't angry, I just wanted to be part of the decision for him, and maybe me too, to take cum from other guys. I decided to try to find out what was up the next time he told me he had to “work late.” I didn't have to wait long to put my plan into action. Just three days later, my boyfriend sent me a text message saying, 'LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER LONG NITE. C U AT HOME L8R.' I knew he usually got off work around 6, so I headed to his office at 5:45 or so, and snuck in to see him working at his desk. I noticed he kept watching the clock like he was nervous, or in a hurry or something. At the stroke of 6, he leapt him, pulled on his coat and headed for the door. I ducked behind a plant in the lobby, and followed him out. He walked quickly to the corner and ran down the steps to the subway. I had to run to catch up. Luckily, I managed to hop into the car just before the doors closed, and hid behind a tall guy. A few stops later, my boyfriend hopped off the train, and I followed. Up on the street, he made a few turns and ducked into a gay adult bookstore. There was a neon sign in the window saying “BUDDY BASEMENT.” I looked around the shop and didn't see him, so I went to the desk and asked the Attendant, a skinny guy with a pierced nose and some raunchy tattoos on his arms, “Did a cute guy about 6'-0”, with a motorcycle jacket just go to the basement?” He answered with a smirk, “Oh, him, yeah. Better hurry after him if you don't want sloppy seconds, er, thirds, or fourths! He's real popular around here.” My jaw dropped, but I paid the admission and headed down as my cock started getting hard. There was a dim musty locker room where a few guys were fooling around. Some were in their underwear, or jockstraps, but most were wrapped in a towel or naked. I shucked off my clothes, except for my jockstrap, and went out into the hall to see if I could find my boy. I wasn't sure what I would do when I did find him, but I knew it would be fun. The thought of walking in on him taking some stranger's raw load got me so hard. I peeked into a few cubicles and saw some nasty raw action, but no sign of my boy. I lingered a bit watching one cute skinny blond boy sit on two raw dicks in one room. Just then, I felt a hand caress my exposed cheeks. “Haven't seen you around here before,” said a sultry voice. I turned, half expecting it to be my boy, but it wasn't. It was a hot as hell hunk, late 20s, tall, blond spiky hair, ripped gym body, naked except for a small towel over his crotch. I could tell my the lump down there that he was well hung. “Wanna play?” he asked. “Fuck yeah.” I figured a little distraction wouldn't hurt things, and maybe some bareback sex would even the playing field a bit. Right there in the hall, I knelt down and pulled his towel off, revealing a think eight inch uncut cock. I swallowed it all in one gulp. He moaned, grabbing the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down onto his cock. “You take raw loads, man?” “Well, I'm new at this, but I might if it was clean.” “Oh yeah. I'm clean. Took a shower before heading over.” I laughed at his corny joke as he stood me up and led me into a room. He didn't close the door, but kept it open a crack. I figured this stud must like an audience. “Get me wet, dude.” I lay down on my back on the bed, and he pulled my head off of the edge of the mattress. He started shoving his cock down my throat. I slobbered all over it, choking and gagging a bit. Just then, I heard the door creak and felt a hand on my ass. My top pulled my knees to my check, exposing my ass for the new stranger. I felt a tongue probing my hole, followed my a finger or two. “Is he primed and ready?” my top asked. “Ummmmmmmm...” was the only reply. My top pulled out of my throat and flipped me over so I was facing the wall. I guided his bare dick into my ass. He was slow at first, but picked up once I was accustomed to his girth. After a few thrusts, I could feel him bottoming out deep in my gut. I was moaning, almost whimpering as he fucked me. I knew I was going to take his cum now whether I wanted to or not. As he picked him his pace he grunted into my ear, “You gonna be a good boy and take my seed?” “Yeah.” “You gonna let me give you my babies?” “Fuck yeah.” “You gonna let me POZ THAT ASS!?!?!” What? I thought he said he was clean! He thrust forward, shooting his poisoned jizz as deep into my raw hole as it could go. I could feel one, two, three, four, then five spurts. I came without even touching my dick, shooting my wad all over the filthy bedspread beneath me. It was then that I heard a familiar voice. “So, you've met Andy.” I turned my head to see my boyfriend standing there, naked and hard. I was speechless. I'd just done what he had done, cheated and taken a raw load! But the load simmering in my gut was POZ! I could only imagine what he must have been thinking. “Don't worry about it. Andy started giving me his death seed when I discovered this place a few weeks ago.” So, my boyfriend had been taking POZ loads too! He leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, rubbing his stubble into my face. When he pulled away, Andy was gone, but I knew it wouldn't be the last time he fucked me.

Charlie led me through the house, and up a flight of stairs. At the top step, he reached for my cock and jerked it a few times. “I want you to be ready to jump into whatever action we find. I'm sure Tony will be teaching your boyfriend a few things about being on our team.” We walked past a few closed doors, and then stopped at one that was cracked open. “Take a peek,” Charlie whispered, as he licked my ear. “I'm sure you'll like what you see.” In the dim light of the bedside table, I could see two bodies on the bed. I knew immediately that it was Tony and my virgin boyfriend, Joe. Tony was sitting up, leaning against the headboard as my boy's head was bobbing up and down on his dick. Charlie creaked the door open. Tony noticed we were there, but Joe was so busy, he didn't stop what he was doing. I guess I must have had more experience giving head, because Joe was mostly licking up and down on Tony's thick uncut monster. It looked like it had to be at least eight inches long. Poor Joe could only get his mouth over the very tip without gagging. Tony smiled at me asking, “Did Charlie make you one of us yet?” I nodded, without saying anything, my mouth hanging open. I felt my cock hardening even more. I was so turned on watching this older stud use my boyfriend's mouth. “Guess you haven't taught him much about fucking, huh?” “No.” Joe kept on slobbering on Tony's cock. “Oh yeah, boy, get it nice and wet. You'll be glad you did.” Tony asked Charlie, “Is that boy any better at cock sucking than this one?” “Dunno,” said Charlie. “I didn't get his mouth on my dick. I went right for his sweet hole. And I filled it up with hot dirty cum, just like I thought you'd like.” “Good boy, Charlie...” Tony waved at me again, and I walked closer. All the while, Joe was slobbering all Tony's meat and didn't even look up. Tony instructed me, “Get your dick in my mouth, boy. Joe, watch this.” At that Joe looked up in time to see Tony swallow my dick all the way to the base. He did this over and over. I looked at Joe, freaked out that this would totally ruin our relationship. He didn't even seem to notice what was going on; his eyes were glazed over and it was like he was in another world. “Alright, boy. Show Joe how it's done.” I knelt down beside my boyfriend and tried to swallow Tony's cock. I got farther than Joe did, and managed to do so without gagging. “Deeper. Deeper. Keep those teeth away from my dick, boy.” After blowing him for a minute or two, Joe started licking his dick. Our tongues flicked each other as they met on Tony's cock. The sensation gave me shivers. Tony was cheering us on as Charlie watched, slowly jacking his dick and rubbing his hands over his hair chest, tweaking his nipples. Tony looked up, and told Charlie to get Joe ready. I knew what was coming next, even if Joe was too blissed-out to notice. Charlie pulled Joe's ass up a bit higher and squatted behind him, leaned in, and starting licking his hole. Tony told me to get up and help Charlie get his ass ready for fucking. Joe went back to slobbering all over Tony's dick as he moaned. I knelt down so my face was only inches away from Joe's hole. I was entranced, watching Charlie's tongue dart over his rosebud. “Pry his cheeks open,” Charlie snorted. I held my boyfriend's asscheeks as far apart as I could. Joe was moaning, slobbering all over Tony's dick the whole while. I watched, transfixed as Charlie worked first one finger, then two, then three up Joe's tight virgin hole. After a minute or two, I noticed Charlie's fingers were coming out pinker than they had started. “Think he's ready?” “Oh yeah, he roughed up pretty good.” Charlie groaned. “Excellent job. You always know how to prep them so it takes the first time.” Charlie smiled. I wondered how fucking could make anything take anything, but what did I know? Tony shimmied himself down on his back along the mattress until his hard slimy cock was almost perfectly aligned with Joe's wet pink hole. “Aren't you going to help a man out,” Tony asked. “Guide my dick into your boyfriend's hole. You want him to be part of our team right? Joe, you know your boyfriend is already on the team, and I haven't even seen him swim.” Charlie took my hand and guided it to Tony's throbbing cock. I wrapped my fingers around the tip and aimed it towards Joe's hole. I swear his ass was winking, opening and closing, seemingly empty after it had been full with three fingers just seconds before. Tony's dick stabbed Joe's ass and bit by bit started going in. I figured Joe was looser and more prepared than I had been when Charlie speared his dick into me a half hour earlier. After working it in slowly, I took my hand back, but kept my face close. I couldn't believe how much Joe could stretch to accommodate Tony's girth. After a few slow thrusts, Tony started getting a bit faster. I noticed too that his dick was pinker and pinker with each thrust. “Does it hurt?” I asked. I got a muffled “Hmphhhhhhh...” in reply. Only then did I notice that Charlie had climbed up on the bed. He was forcibly thrusting his cock in and out of Joe's mouth as Tony slobbered all over Charlie's ass. Tony's dick kept sawing in and out, faster and faster. He slowed down, and pulled off of Charlie's ass long enough to say, “Feels like it's getting a bit dry back there. You got any of Charlie's gift in your butt, boy?” I reached back and fingered my hole a bit, and sure enough, some of Charlie's cum came out in gobs. “Lube me up, boy.” I was so turned on by the idea of lubing his dick with someone else's cum that I couldn't help but jack myself with one hand while I smeared cum on Tony's dick and all over my boyfriend's asshole. I came almost instantly, shooting my load all over the bedspread. I scooped up my load and smeared in Tony's dick too. In just a few seconds of thrusting, the white goo turned to pink froth, piling up at the base of Tony's dick. Charlie swung out of Joe's mouth and jerked his cock over Joe's hole. He came, squirting volley after volley of seed onto Tony's thrusting dick. Even though Tony's was the only dick that had fucked him, so far, it was like Joe had already taken three loads! I was still hard. Tony's breathing was getting more and more shallow, so I knew he was close. “Want to see my cum make your boyfriend one of us forever?” “Oh fuck yeah!” I shouted. Just then, I heard a chorus of “Fuck yeah! Breed his hole! Take his neg cherry! Break him in! Seed that boy!” Behind me nearly all of the swim team has assembled, cheering Tony on. “Coach! Coach! Coach!” Tony grunted and started shooting his load deep into my boyfriend's guts. He kept thrusting away. I could see ropes of cum trickling out of Joe's hole and down onto his balls. “Lap that up boy,” smiled Charlie. “It's the sweetest gift you'll ever get.” Tony's dick started going soft and it plopped out of Joe's hole. Tony flipped over Joe onto his back like he was a worn out rag doll. He pulled his knees up to his shoulders, and fingered Joe's well-fucked hole. It was red and puffy, and the pink dripping out was still redder. I figured he must have been bleeding a bit somewhere up inside. “Clean up your boyfriend's hole, boy.” Joe kept moaning as I tongued up the pink mixture, knowing it was my load, two of Charlie's, and Tony's. Joe was sweaty and clearly exhausted. Tony looked at him asking, “Now, you've made Coach Tony happy. What about your team members? They've all got a gift to give you. Each and every single one of them has the gift.” I couldn't help but be a bit jealous. All of these hot guys were going to get to fuck my boyfriend before I did! “Who's next,” he asked? To be continued....

Fucking HOT. Can't wait to read the next chapter!

I grew up in a very small town. In High School I had gone on a few dates with boys, kissed one or two, and jerked one off, but nothing more. I had figured out I was gay, but didn't even know if I was a top or a bottom. That started to change within two weeks of starting college. During Orientation, I met a really cute guy named Joe. We had the same major, lots in common, and he was gorgeous. He was nearly six feet tall, sandy blond hair, strong nordic cheekbones, and a sleek taught body from years of being on the high school regional swim team, which he was now joining in college too. We were both inexperienced when it came to sex, which we both realized the first time we managed to get a dorm room alone for the night. We sloppily kissed and rolled around on the bed, but didn't know how to suck cock yet, and certainly no anal. Essentially, we were both virgins. The fact that we were both eighteen meant we could cum quickly and stay hard enough to cum again mere minutes later. A few weeks into our first semester, I went to his first swim meet. I was proud of him for being out to all of his teammates and coach. The match was great and I loved watching all of the Juniors and Seniors in their skimpy speedos, soaking wet and clinging to every inch of what little they covered. And on top of that, they won! Afterwards, he introduced me to his coach and some of the guys on the team. His coach, who insisted everyone call him by his first name, Tony, told us he was having a celebratory party that weekend. Tony was beautiful. He could have been a lumber jack if he wasn't a college swim coach. He had red hair, turning ever so slightly salt-and-pepper at the temples and thinning on top, sideburns, and a bushy mustache. While most of the boys he coached were pale and slim, he was tan and beefy. His shoulders were broad, pulling the buttons of his tight polo shirt open, revealing a few tufts of chest hair. Needless to say, I was watering at the mouth!I was excited to go and hang out with such a hot group of guys, and such a hot coach! Saturday rolled around, and Joe and I managed to get an hour together in my dorm room before leaving to drive to Tony's house for the party. After maneuvering into an awkward sixty-nine position, I managed to get the head of his uncut cock in my mouth for about thirty seconds before he filled my mouth with his salty cum. I put my hands on the back of Joe's head and tried to aim his lips to my cock, but he seemed to miss my cues. He licked at my dick, while jerking my dick so hard it was starting to hurt, but I shot off anyway, all over his face. I reeled around and licked my jizz off of Joe's chiseled face. He squirmed and pulled away, sort of grossed out by the thought of eating cum. He grabbed his briefs off of the floor and used them to mop his face off as I chuckled, saying, "You'll get used to that if we keep this up. You might even learn to like the taste." He laughed and suggested we get ready to go or we would be late. We pulled our clothing on, but he decided to skip the underwear and chucked it into my laundry hamper. We showed up at Tony's house only a few minutes late and must have been the last people to arrive as the driveway and street in front of the house was packed with cars. All of the lights were on and we could hear music all the way from the street. We rang the bell, and a few seconds later, Tony met us at the door. He was wearing a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned at the front and practically see-through. As my eyes dropped from his burly chest down to his fuzzy belly button, and then lower to a massive bulge in his tight shorts, my jaw dropped and Tony smirked as Joe slapped me across the belly saying "Dude, quit checking out my Coach!" I didn't know if either one thought it was funny or not. Tony ushered us inside saying "I want you to meet my parter, Charlie." Woah! I had no clue Tony was gay! His house was huge and we wandered through a few rooms and out onto a backyard deck before finding Charlie. He had a tray full of red cups, and he was passing out cocktails to the older team mates. Charlie was younger than Tony, but older than all of the guys on the team. He looked like he might have been Latin, or maybe Greek, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a great tan, a bit shorter than me, but in great shape, with a toned chest clearly visible under a tight t-shirt. He started to offer me and Joe a drink, and Tony stopped him, saying "I'm not sure these guys are of age...." Charlie smiled slyly saying, "Right. Wouldn't want to corrupt your students." With that, some of the guys close enough to hear started laughing. Charlie laughed too, and then went to go get us some fruit punch instead. I looked around and realized that there were no girls there. I figured that Tony would have invited his team members' girlfriends too, but I guess not. The teammates there seemed to know each other pretty well and didn't seem lonely without their girlfriends at all. As we continued to scope out the scene, I saw the massive pool in the backyard. It must have been at least a quarter of an Olympic-sized pool. With the sun starting to go down, the lights under the water turned on. Charlie put his hand on my shoulder as he handed me some punch and asked "Hey, you wanna go for a swim?" I replied "Sure, but I didn't bring a suit." “No problem,” said Charlie. You're wearing underwear right? That'll do.” “Well, I'm not. We, er, got distracted on the way over...” grinned Joe. Tony Put his big bear arm around Joe and smiled, saying "No worries, man. I'm sure I've got something you can borrow. My size might be a big big on you, but it'll do in a pinch. Come with me." “Okay. Dive in, guys, don't wait for us!” said Joe as Tony ushered him away. Charlie started "First one in's a rotten..." "EGG!" some of the guys standing around shouted. Charlie and the rest of the guys started peeling off their shirts and dropping their shorts. One or two of the swim team guys were nude, but I figured, what the hell. If they're not embarrassed why should I be? I stripped down to my white Calvins and dove in. We all splashed around, laughing and horse-playing as I met some of the guys who I had been ogling around campus and at the swim meet. There must have been ten guys there, along with Charlie. The way they were teasing each other made me think some of them might be gay or might even be boyfriends. I got confused when I saw Dan kissing Mike and then Mike kissing Andrew. If Dan and Mike were dating, why would he kiss Andrew? I couldn't help but spring a woody. My hard-on got even harder when I saw Mike kiss Charlie and Andrew kiss Dan. I thought 'Where's Joe? He's missing all of the fun' while all around me, guys were making out with each other and pulling each other's bathing suits or underwear down. Charlie sidled up to me and smiled as he put his hands on my chest, sliding down to my cock, pulling my briefs down and wrapping his hand around my dick. “Whoah, we should stop this,” I weakly protested. I desperately wanted to kiss Charlie, but didn't want to upset Joe. “What about Joe,” I asked. “What about Joe,” Charlie said. All the while, Charlie was milking my dick under the water. By this time, we had two or three guys surrounding us, rubbing their hands all over our bodies. Dan leaned in close, still jerking my dick, and whispered, “What do you think Tony is doing with Joe right now?” I looked around and didn't see either of them and thought 'Maybe I should go inside and check on Joe' but before I could try to pull away from the group, I was shooting a load into the pool. “Finished so soon?” Charlie asked. Andrew shouted, “I bet he's got another load or two!” With that, two boys hoisted me, nude and hard, onto the edge of the pool. Mike pushed my shoulders back until I was on my back. He then got up and aimed his massive dick into my mouth. I gagged immediately, but he just kept shoving it in. He took a break as I caught my breath. Next to me, Andrew was starting to fuck Dan. I couldn't help but notice that Andrew's dick was sliding into Dan's ass without a condom. I had never seen even in a video gay sex without a condom. Dan was moaning like it felt really good. Then, I saw Charlie standing in the water. He smiled at me and started to lift my legs as he stroked his dick. He leaned over me and kissed me hard. As he mashed his wet lips against mine, I felt his cock poking at my virgin hole. I was okay with him fucking me, but worried about protection. “What about a condom?” I asked. “Listen kid. I don't have anything you couldn't catch from any of the guys here. Don't worry about it...” I figured, whatever. If it was going to be my first time, I wanted to feel what it was really like. Charlie was gentler than I expected and took his time working his tool into me. He pumped away as I felt my back rubbing back and forth against the wet concrete beneath me. It never hurt and I swear I could feel his heart beating through my hole. Charlie picked up his pace as the guys around were cheering us on. He slammed into me a few more times and then held still. I didn't know it then, but he was cumming in my hole. He pulled out as the guys were cheering and clapping. I was grinning, happy to no longer be a virgin, but sort of sad that my first time hadn't been with Joe. I knew Joe and Tony must have been able to hear the commotion from inside even over the booming music. Andrew pulled out of Dan and asked me if I was ready for another round. I said, “Well, maybe later, but I want to check on Joe first and make sure he's okay.” Charlie slapped his softening cock against my legs and laughed. “I bet I know where to find them,” he snickered as he climbed out of the water and helped me up. I stumbled to my feet as Charlie took my hand. Mike handed me a towel. I dried off a bit, noticing then what must have been Charlie's cum dripping out of my hole and onto my thighs. The guys kept on playing together as Charlie led me inside. In the kitchen, he gave me a glass of water. I didn't hear anything in the house except for the bass of the music from outside. Charlie leaned in and kissed me. “Tony sure knows how to pick 'em” he said. “He didn't pick me. I'm not on the team,” I replied. “Joe's on the team.” “You'll both be on the team if tonight goes the way it should. And once you're on this team, you're on it for life.” Charlie mussed my hair and smacked my bare ass. “Let's go upstairs...” To be continued......

My boy and I have been having LOADS of fun over the past few years taking raw POZ and NEG loads pretty often. We decided to finally get tested and both came back NEG. We were shocked. I asked my boy if he thought we had dodged a bullet and might want to stop playing around with so many POZ friends. He thought about it and decided we should. Maybe we would turn over a new leaf? Maybe we'd go back to only sleeping with each other or maybe down the road we'd still have raw fun, but only with NEG cocks We planned a “farewell party” or sorts to say so long to our POZ playmates, a dinner party, not a sex party, for once. My boy handled all of the arrangements, and invited six of our most frequent fuckbuddies, two NEG hunks and four POZ studs. JR, the first POZ stud to load my boy's raw hole was of course invited, and he asked if he could bring along his friend Brian, a go-go boy, for some entertainment. I said fine, as long as there was no sex, just “entertainment.” As the sun started to set, we all enjoyed cocktails on the deck and BJ grilled up some steaks. All was good natured, and our fuckbuddies all told me how much they were going to miss loading my hole and my boy's hole. They all seemed genuinely supportive of our decision to start playing it safer. After dinner, the doorbell rang, and Brian showed up with his boombox. I remembered him from the clubs downtown, but hadn't seen him in a while. Turns out he had been POZ for going on three years, and the management at his bar kept him on, dancing and turning tricks, until he got a biohazard tattoo on the small of his back. Management apparently had been worried that the tat would be a turn-off to some of their clients... The years had been kind to Brian, and he had kept up the hours at the gym, keeping his toned body as sexy as it ever was. JR had us all move our chairs into a circle and Brian started his music. Brian gyrated as he started peeling off his shirt, swiveling his hips and working his jeans down them, revealing a shiny g-string. He went from guy to guy giving brief lap dances to all as they ran their hands all over his toned body. Brian's cock was hardening under the cloth pouch of his g-string, and it kept getting bigger and bigger as he worked the crowd. He got to my boy and practically sat in his lap. Everyone hooted and cheered them both on, daring my boy to fish out his POZ cock. My boy looked at me, and I nodded my approval, reminding him that there was to be no sex, only “entertainment.” My boy reached his hand into Brian's g-string, pulling it down. A massive drippy uncut cock sprang into view. My boy leaned back in his chair, with his eyes glued to Brian's cock as it bounced up and down. My boy was mesmerized. JR, ever the one to stir things up shouted to me over the music, “I bet your boy can dance that well! Can he give us a one last show?” My boy smiled and looked at me, again asking if he could. Again, I nodded my approval, hoping that he would keep his underwear on, and there there would be no sex, only “entertainment.” My boy got up, mimicking Brian's gyrations, working the circle as he unsnapped the buttons of his shirt. He and Brian were grooving together, their faces getting close enough to kiss and then spinning around to dry hump each other. The guys were all getting pretty worked up, and I could see several moving their hands over their own hardening cocks. JR leaned over to me with a wicked grin and reached over to massage my dick through my jeans. “Let me know when things have gone too far,” he whispered into my ear, his tongue nearly licking my earlobe. I shuddered, and again nodded approval. By now, my boy had pulled down his jeans, and I was surprised to see he was in a ratty stretched-out old jockstrap, his pert ass framed by stretched out elastic straps. One by one, he gave an intense lap dance to all of the guys in the circle, leaning forward as he got to JR, their lips almost touching. As he leaned forward, Brian kept rolling his hips in the laps of the other guys. All of the guys were obviously fully hard now, their cocks straining to get out of their pants. But so far, Brian's oozy cock was the only one in the group that was out. Brian reached forward and stood my boy up from behind, and whispered something into his ear. JR smiled that wicked smile at me and shouted, “I think things could get out of hand in a minute or two. Just say when, and we stop this.” I again nodded my approval for things to keep going forward, hoping that my boy was going to behave. No sex, just “entertainment.” My boy worked his way over to me with Brian right behind him. He gyrated in front of me, then spun around and sat in my lap, swatting away JR's hand and groping my hard cock through my jeans. He sprang up, turned around and shoved his tongue into my mouth. We were both panting with lust. Breaking our kiss, he looked into my eyes and asked, “Do you like my show?” “YES,” I replied. “Want to see me dance some more,” he asked. “PLEASE,” I replied. Brian was grinding away behind my boy's exposed ass, with his drippy hard cock bouncing all over, occasionally lining up with my boy's crack. My boy was whimpering, clearly loving the wet dick teasing his hole. “PLEASE” he mouthed me. I nodded my consent, allowing this to go further. At that moment, I knew my boy would be getting at least one POZ load that night. My boy turned his head to Brian and shouted over the music, “Give it to me!” All of the guys started hooting, tearing off one another's clothes. I got up, released my own leaking hose, and squatted down so I could watch the action closer. Brian was still grooving to the music, clearly loving his audience. I grabbed his tool and guided it to my boy's winking hole, keeping my hand wrapped around Brian's girth until his raw cock was all the way inside my boy. Both of them were so hot. Brian jackrabbited his cock into my boy as my boy was struggling to stay upright. JR leaned forward, releasing my boy's cock from his jock and tugging until he shot what might have been his last NEG load all over the floor. One of the other guys lapped it up and then fingering it into my ass. What the hell I thought, bending over so I could kiss my boy, and pulled my cheeks apart for whoever wanted a piece of my ass. I felt a wet dick slide up and down my hole and then in one shove all the way into my ass, wet balls slapping against my balls. As he pumped his toxic jizz into me, JR leaned forward saying, “I love a good show!”

A friend of mine is an actor, a very famous film actor, who recently came to New York to do a show. That's all I'll say about who he is. He's hot, and I won't tell how we met. But yes, he has fucked me and my boy. Few people know he's gay. And even fewer know he's poz. He told me this hot story the other night. He reads BreedingZone, and wanted the story posted, so I volunteered. Here's what he later emailed me to share: There was a fan letter waiting for me when I got to the Stage Door. I rolled my eyes, and headed to my Dressing Room to get ready for the show. At the Intermission, I read the letter, and it was hot. It was from a young man who went on about how hot I was and how much he liked my movies. He went on to say the kinds of things he'd like me to do to him. I got hard, but had to be back onstage in a few minutes, so put the letter down, hiding it in my packpack in case anyone was snooping, and went back downstairs to finish the show. After the show, I showered quickly, and planned to head out of the Stage Door where my car was waiting. Of course, there were dozens of fans, mostly tween girls and their fat moms, but there was one adorable boy in the background, as if he wanted to see me but didn't want an autograph. I winked at him and hopped in the car. On the way back to my apartment, I wondered if the adorable boy was the one who wrote the letter. I wanked that night thinking about how sweet it would be to fuck that adorable boy. The next day was horrible weather, cold and stormy, and the next night at the theater, there was another letter. I tore into it as soon as my Dressing Room door was closed, and it was. He said thanks for the wink and that it made his night. He went on about how much he would love for me to fuck his hole. Wow, this kid had balls. I stuffed my hard-on into my trousers and went downstairs to do the show. Leaving the theater, I was surprised to see only one or two soaking wet women waiting for autographs, and this boy. The women squealed, I posed for a photo or two, and they were on their way. I smiled at the boy and said, “Hop in. It's raining cats and dogs. I'll give you a lift.” He grinned from ear to ear and hopped in. I asked where to, and he said, “Your place.” I was getting harder by the second, and told the driver to take me home. I didn't want the driver to see anything that the tabloids would get a hold of, so I kept my hands to myself and didn't say much to the boy. As soon as we were in my door, my tongue was probing his mouth in a deep kiss. He went for my cock, and I brushed his hand away. I said, “Listen, I will eat your ass, I'll suck your cock, but you shouldn't go near my dick. I'm a leaker, and my precum is, er... toxic.” He looked confused and asked, “What, like acid or something?” He was so naïve. “No, like HIV.” His face blanched. He stuttered for a second and said, “Oh. I don't mind. Besides, this is a once in a lifetime dream come true for me. I want all of you. ALL of you.” I had warned him and he wanted to go further, so I let him. I was worried that this kid would go to the press, so I made sure he left his bag in the hall, and undressed him. No cameras to record what was about to happen. Within minutes, I was nude, laying on my bed, as this beautiful boy worshipped my chest and cock. He deep throated me until I was on the verge of letting lose a ******* of toxic cum. I pulled him off and spun him around so he was sitting on my face. I ate his sweet fuzzy hole for a few minutes before working in one then three fingers. He was primed and ready, so I pushed his body off my face and turned him around again so he was facing me. Laying on my back, he reached behind and guided my dripping cock to his quivering hole. It had been a long time since I'd fucked anyone that I thought I was going to shoot off before even inside him. His velvety hole sunk further and further down my shaft until I was completely inside him. He rode me slowly and gently, with his spongy uncut dick flopping all over as he bounced up and down. I reached for it and it got harder and harder as he rode me. He began cumming, not shooting, but oozing white jizz out of his cock and all over my hand. I scooped it up, and wiped it in the base of my cock, adding natural lube to his hole. I asked him if he was sure he wanted my load, and he smiled, genuinely saying, “It's all I ever wanted.” I let loose and fired ropes of cum into his hole. He laid back and started fingering his cummy hole, opening it up wide so our mixed loads came oozing out. He stayed for the night. I didn't see him again and there were no more letters backstage.

Thanks for posting the original. Also hot, but the one I posted on Breeding Zone is MUCH closer to what really happened... Take your pick. Read both and cum twice!

I posted a fictionalized account of my first POZ load on Bugshare a few years ago. I can't find the original file, but it's hot enough that I thought I'd share it with you sick fuckers. The story below is much more like what really happened, but if anyone happened to copy my original story, please post it to the comments below. It was also called “Taking Juan's Load.” My boy was out of town and I was invited to a colleague's birthday party. When I got there, I was delighted to find Juan, a guy who works on the same floor in my office. We were both out about our sexuality at work, and both in relationships. He was also there stag, as his boyfriend was home with a cold. We sat next to each other during a very fancy dinner where much wine flowed. After a few glasses, everyone at the party started relaxing; ties came untied, shirt buttons were unbuttoned. By the time we cut the cake, me and Juan were both pretty tipsy. He looked into my eyes, and put his hand on my thigh, rubbing it higher and higher. His hand brushed my hardening cock, and he leaned over and whispered, “Let's get out of here.” I'm sure our host knew something was up. I'm not sure he could have missed my throbbing dick pressing against my slacks. We were all over each other as soon as we were in the elevator downstairs. I untucked his shirt, and was running my hands all over his furry muscled chest and tweaking his pierced nips. He was shoving his tongue as deeply into my mouth as it would go. We pulled ourselves together and raced through the lobby holding hands and onto the street, hopping into a passing cab. We gave the driver directions to my place, and continued making out. He forced my hand into his crotch, where I was pleasantly surprised by the HUGE cock waiting for me. He was already fully hard. I unzipped his pants, and worked his impressive uncut dick through the fly. He was already oozing precum, which I worked over the head, and used to lube the handjob. He was really gushing, and I couldn't help but lean over and taking his dick as far into my mouth as it would go, lapping up his juices. The thrill of cheating, and sucking dick in public made me harder than I had been in a long long time. Before long, we arrived at my building, urgently paid off the cabbie, who was grinning ear to ear. We ran through the halls until we arrived at my door, and ripped each other's clothes off as soon as we were inside my living room. His hot breath was all over me as he kissed all over my body, sucked my hard dripping cock to the base in one swallow. He spit on his hand and started working one then two fingers into my tight quivering hole. I knew he wanted to go all the way. I was nervous, as I had been in a monogamous relationship for quite some time, and knew I didn't have any condoms in the house. I always played bare with my boyfriend, and trusted that he would never fool around behind my back. Until now, I had never cheated on him. I told this to Juan, and he smiled, reaching over to the pile of his clothes, and pulled out his wallet, taking out two condoms. “Always prepared,” he said in his sexy light Latin accent. We were so hot for each other, there was no way we were going to make it to the bedroom, so he bent me over right there on the living room sofa, and rimmed my hole. He worked in three or four fingers with plenty of spit, and he paused to roll the rubber over his dick. He said, “You're sure about this? Even with a condom, this can be dangerous...” I didn't know then exactly what he meant, but I answered by grabbed his latexed cock and pulling it to my hole. My ass was loose and wet enough from his fingering that it swallowed his dick all the way to the balls. He was gentle, pulling out all the way and then slowly putting the whole thing back in. After a few minutes of this, I begged him, “Give it to me hard!” He tentatively replied, I want to go hard, but I don't want the condom to break.” “Oh screw the condom! Give it to me!” As soon as he picked up the pace, I knew he really had been holding back. He was pounding my hole like my boyfriend never could. Even with him rubbered up, it felt amazing. I was leaning back to meet his every thrust. This must have gone on for about ten minutes. My hole was completely numb, and my head was spinning when he pulled out and ripped off the condom. He was jerking himself to completion as I spun around. I knelt before him to swallow his load, but he quickly pushed me away, and shot spurt after spurt onto own hand, and wiped it up with a convenient tissue. A waste of a hot load, I thought. “Want to do me?,” he asked. “Hell yes, but only if I can rim you first.” “As long as you're okay with this,” he replied. The whole time we had been playing, I had been rock hard, and my cock had been bouncing up and down as Juan had fucked me. Now, however, it started to go down. Usually, rimming a puckered hole is a quick way to get me hard again. I bent Juan in half and started to go to town on his ass. His hole was really loose, and looked like it had been plowed more than a few dozen times. I pushed my tongue into his hold on the first lick, and had three fingers inside of him before long. My dick had sprung back to life, and I ripped open the condom to roll it on. Now, it had been four years since latex had touched my dick, and it withered before my eyes as soon as the condom came near it. I was mortified. Juan saw my horror, and knelt before me, sucking me back to fully hard. I tried again, but started going soft as soon as I had the condom on. I explained that it had been a long time since I had played with a rubber on, and he smiled, whispering, “Well, stick that dick in me, and I'm sure it will get hard again.” I shoved my shrinking cock into his hole, but it was no use. There was no way I could stay hard with the condom. I pulled out with a wet plop, and unrolled my dick. Juan smiled a wicked smile and said, “I know how to get you off. Don't worry about the condom.” Juan sat down in the corner of the sofa, and beckoned me to him, taking my dick into his mouth as I leaned into him. He began fingering my ass again, and my cock sprang back to fully erect in mere seconds. He grasped my cock, spread his legs as wide as they would go, lifted his ass, and pulled my bare dick to his hole. I looked into his eyes and asked, “Raw?” “Raw.” I leaned forward to kiss him as my cock sank smoothly into his velvety hole. He was loose and wet, so completely different than my boyfriend. I was frozen still as he worked his whole body up and down my bare cock. I was drunk and dizzy and not thinking straight at all. I might have fucked him raw for a minute or for an hour, I don't know. I snapped to as I was about to cum, and he pulled away from our kiss asking, “Are you close?” I answered with a grunt, shooting my first blast of cum deeply into his bare unprotected sloppy wet hole. Half of the next spurt went into his hole too, the other half spraying his furry ass cheeks. The rest went all over his balls, oozing onto the sofa below. He calmly asked, “Where did you cum?” I apologized saying, “It all happened so fast. I came in you a little.” He soothed me, saying, “That's okay. It happens. That's how it happened to me.” What was he talking about? He continued on telling me the story of how an ex had cum in him a little once, and that's how he got pozzed. What the hell??? I had just let a poz guy fuck me with a condom, and I had just fucked him raw!!!!! I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. All of the air went out of the room. Juan could tell that I was freaking out. He then realized what had happened. He thought I knew he was poz and figured either it didn't matter to me or that I must be poz too. I realized that I had swallowed so much of his precum that I had already been exposed to the virus. I figured I could go to the ER the next morning and get something to try to fend it off. I sat back and regained my senses. He promised me that everything would be fine, and that it usually took a lot more exposure than one try to get pozzed. That was some sort of comfort. I leaned into his furry chest and nuzzled there for a few minutes, lightly teasing his nips. I noticed that his cock was springing back to life. He whispered to me, “I think I could go again if you're up for it. Whatever damage has been done has already been done. Want to go for round two?” “But we used both of the condoms.” “What do we need condoms for? I took your load raw. Don't you think it's only fair that you take mine too?” “But I'm neg.” “For now,” he replied. To my amazement, my dick was instantly fully hard again. I allowed him to turn me over and work his raw dripping cock all the way into my raw vulnerable hole. After another rough fuck, he came inside me, flooding my guts with his poz seed. I nearly fainted when I felt blast after blast of the virus shooting from his cock and becoming one with my hole. I fucked him bare again, this time not pulling out at all. He came again as I blasted off inside him. He rolled me over and wiped all of his third load of the night into my bare pussy. He kissed me again, hard and rough, and then quietly got dressed and left without another word. The next day at work, we saw each other in the hallway, and acted as if nothing had happened. When my boyfriend got back from his business trip, I didn't tell him a thing about my night with Juan, but I didn't want to fuck him either. I wanted to be tested and make sure I wouldn't infect him. I let him pound my bole for a month telling him that I was feeling like a slut bottom lately. He didn't ask questions and was happy to pound my hole without needing to give it up for me. I went to the clinic a few weeks later and got tested. It came back neg. I went again two months later. Still neg. Only then did I feel safe fucking my boyfriend raw again. I had had my first taste of poz cum and knew that I had already begun slipping down that slope. Now, years later, my boy and I have both opened up to taking and sharing poz loads. It all started with Juan's load.

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

My boy got a promotion at work recently, possibly due to the fact that he took a client's raw POZ load. We decided to take a weekend off to celebrate and caught a cheap flight to New Orleans. We checked in to the hotel and got naked as soon as we were in the room. After rimming his hole good, I fucked my load deep into his guts. I knew we were going to have a long celebratory night and didn't want my boy lost on Bourbon Street without his hole naturally lubed up in case anything happened. After a few pretty tame straight bars, we wound up at a really seedy gay bar, the kind with male strippers standing on the bar, with lots of flashes of cock for decent tippers. I'm sure you southern boys know the one I'm talking about. Anyway, we had already had a few drinks, and my boy was feeling frisky. The boys on the bar were all skinny, like meth skinny, but cute, and really working hard for their money, grooving against each other, and pulling down their undies to give the johns flashes of their unimpressive flaccid cocks. Emboldened by my own buzz, I told my boy, “You're so much hotter than these sluts. And you're not on tina so you can keep a hardon!” The fat middle-aged fucker sitting on the stool next to us seemed intrigued. He bet my boy $50 that he couldn't outshine the “professional” dancers. Had I been sober, I might not have egged my drunken slutty boy on. After a shot or two of tequila, my boy joined the skinny meth heads on the bar. The rest of the patrons were hooting and hollering in his support. He climbed up onto the bar and started gyrating with the pros. One of the skinny dancers started grinding against my boy's crotch. My boy was shucking off his clothes as fast as he could, flinging his cute polo shirt and then his shorts across the room. By the time he was just down to his jockstrap, he was totally hard and his dick was pressing against the cloth, ready to be free. The dancer pulled his undies down and rubbed his ass against my boy's hard cock through his jock. I was so turned on. I reached down to my shorts to unzip my fly and free my own boner. I looked around and realized I wasn't the only patron sprouting wood. There must have been five or six other guys jerking off to the wild scene unfolding on the bar. As their dirty grinding got more and more intense, I saw my boy's jock totally soaked with precum. Just then, the fat fucker next to me squatted down in front of me and swallowed my dick all the way and started to deepthroat me. The bartender leaned forward to get a better look, then smiled, and nodded his own approval. He leaned forward again and shouted over the music, “That dude with you?” “Yup,” I nodded. “You okay with him fucking POZ meth heads?” “I am now!” He grinned again, poured me another shot and leaned back to enjoy the scene. By then, my boy had pulled the jock aside and was rubbing his shiny cockhead against the dancer's hot pucker. This skinny kid was pulling apart his asscheeks as wide as possible, trying desperately to impale himself on my boy's pole. Lubed with precum and spit, I saw almost at my eye-level, my boy's rigid cock sink deeply into this meth head's raw hole. I grabbed my cocksucker's head and spun him around, 1), so he could enjoy the scene, and 2), so I could pull down his pants and get some raw hole of my own to enjoy. All around us, the bar was devolving into chaos, with dudes fucking, sucking, and jerking the guys next to them or on top of them. As my boy was going to town on his own new friend's skinny ass, my guy was offering up his own wide round slutty hole. I spit on his hole once or twice and shoved up two fingers, getting him primed and ready. By the time I was balls deep, my boy was royally fucking this POZ dancer. I could see the dancer's limp tina dick bouncing around, and it made my mouth water. My dude was whimpering loudly as I plowed with long and deep strokes. I looked up in time to see my boy lurch forward planting his own questionable long-untested load deep in the dancer's skinny taught hole. I asked my guy if he wanted my load, and he had the nerve to say, “Oh yeah, cum on my face!” What a waste of good cum. So I pulled out and climbed up on the bar. With my boy's help, I planted my dick deep in the dancer's slack well-used hole. My fucker didn't seem to mind and was fisting his little dick enjoying the scene. I was going to town on the dancer's ass, when I saw that my boy had climbed down into the area behind the bar, and was bending over, now taking the bartender's dick. I couldn't see, but I assumed it was raw, just the way we like it. As I shot my load deep into the dancer's cummy guts, I saw the bartender flip my boy over onto the bar and stick it back in, leaning forward to tongue my boy's slutty mouth. I pulled out of the dancer's hole and hopped down into the bar area, squatting down to lick the bartender's raw cock as it pulled and pushed into my boy's slackening hole. I managed to squeeze two fingers into my boy's hole along side the bartender's bare cock. He seemed to like the added pressure, and shot ropes of fresh cum into my boy's hole, as they locked mouths in a passionate sloppy kiss. By then, everyone at the bar who intended to fuck had already cum or was close to it. The meth head was lumbering around bug-eyed touching bodies and fingering holes. Once everything had died down a little, we went in search of our clothes. I managed to find everything of min except for my underwear, which I suspect were pocketed by my fat fucker as a souvenir. My boy found his sandals and shorts, but not his shirt. As we were leaving, my fat fucker shoved a $50 bill into my boy's hand. We stumbled back to our hotel, and I was so turned on by what had happened, I planted my third load of the night deep in my boy's hole, working the bartender's cum deeper and deeper with each thrust. We decided to hit up that bar again the following night. Hot times in New Orleans.

My boy and I had a three-day weekend and decided to get away from our stifling apartment. We used our frequent flier miles to fly to South Beach for the weekend. He's been whoring out his asshole for a little over a year now, and has taken countless POZ loads. Sharing his sweet pussy with strangers really gets both of us off, especially when they may be POZ. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked, and showered. Before changing into our trunks, I ate his ass for a long while and lubed it up just in case anyone should want a piece of it. We hopped in the rental car and headed north to a gay beach I had read about online. There were other guys around, all clothed, shit, but lots of space between people sitting in the sand. We staked out our spot and raced to the water. As soon as we were waist deep, I kissed my boy all over, stuck my hands in his shorts, and started fingering his hole. After splashing around for a few minutes, we returned to our towel to relax. I suggested my boy hop out of his trunks and relube just in case the seawater had washed it out. He grinned wickedly. He reached into his bag and pulled out the lube, as well as a big dildo he likes to use to loosen his hole up before parties. Although I kept my shorts on, my cock was already hard and I knew there would be a wet spot seeping through the nylon as I began to ooze precum. With my boy on his back, fingering his hole and teasing it with the tip of the dildo, I kept an eye out for guys who might want in on this. After a few minutes, an older balding greek-looking guy with a furry chest and a bit of a belly hanging over his speedos approached. His jaw dropped. As he got closer, he slowed down. We're never picky about who gets their cock in my boy's hole, so my boy kept up the show. The guy stopped and pulled down his shorts enough to show a tiny cock with even tinier balls. He walked closer and knelt down. I reached for his dick, and I guess it freaked him out. As soon as I wrapped my hand around his dick, he came instantly. I scooped his load up in my hand as he snapped the waistband up over his pitiful little dick and ran away. Oh well. More free lube, the best kind. I pulled the dildo out of my boy's hole and slicked it up with the geek guy's cum and shoved it back it. My boy kept his show on as I worked my dick through my shorts. After what seemed like hours, a real hottie in long board shorts strolled into view. He was tanned with wavy brown hair and a bit of curly chest hair spread across his wide pecs. I though, damn, a fine body like that and he's hiding most of it with those long shorts! He slowed down as he passed by, smirked, and kept walking. Another one got away. By now, my dick was aching to cum. I slipped off my shorts, rolled my boy over onto his knees and started eating out his hole. As I was about to slide in, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our stud had returned. I repositioned myself to slide my cock into my boy's slobbering mouth. I leaned forward and spread my boy's asscheeks, inviting the handsome stranger to dive in. The stranger got down on his knees and spit onto his fingers, then inserting one then two in my boy's stretched hole. The stranger fumbled with the laces on his boardshorts until they were loose enough to pull his impressive uncut cock out. He pulled his fingers out of my boy's hole and spit again, lubing up his cock. He slid in slowly as my boy moaned on my dick. With each thrust, the stranger picked up his pace and with each thrust, the shorts fell lower and lower around his hips. I could now see his beautiful hairy balls slapping against my boy's slutty ass. The stranger hadn't spoken a word, and seemed to be having a good time. He slid all the way in and then paused. He looked up at me, his gorgeous green eyes filled with lust. He asked, with a sexy indeterminate European accent, “Are you certain you are okay with this? Can I give him my cum?” “Hell, yes!” I replied. By then the stranger's boardshorts were puddled around his knees. My boy was backing up now to meet each raw thrust. I saw a red cross on the stranger's right thigh. “Swiss?,” I asked. “Yes. And POZ.” Fuck yeah. That's what I like!!!! My boy pulled his velvety lips off of my cock and swung his head around to catch a glimpse of this sexy Swiss stud for the first time and began pleading, “Please give me your load. Please. Please.” The stranger didn't respond with a word, but picked up his pace, working his dick all the way in, then pulling almost all the way out, then slamming forward. Over and over and over. Finally, with beads of sweat running down his beautiful chest, he lunged forward and groaned. I knew he was planting a toxic load deep in my boy's raw vulnerable hole. I couldn't help from cumming instantly. My load landed all over my boy's face and in his gaping mouth as he fisted his own hardon, spurting his juice all over the towel beneath him. The stranger smiled and pulled up his shorts over his sticky still-hard cock, said “Thank you,” and simply walked away. I dove into my boy's sticky pussy, puffy and red from its abuse. I fingered out a bit of cum, lapped it up onto my tongue, spun my boy around, and kissed him, passing the stranger's POZ cum into his mouth. I was tempted to go back for more, but wanted to leave some to simmer up there, keeping him loose and slick for more action, just in case.

It's been about a year since we both started taking POZ loads, and neither of us have been tested. The thrill we both get from toxic loads is such a great high, better than any drug. Sharing it with my boy is the best part of all. My boy has been working hard lately, lots and lots of late nights at the office. Last Monday, he told me he would be working late on account of a high-ranking client visiting for important meetings. My boy said he would be schmoozing and wining and dining this client, taking him out to fancy restaurants, etc. etc. I almost believed him. I got a text message about 10PM saying that I shouldn't wait up for him and that his evening plans were just getting started at his office. Knowing how my boy likes to whore out his raw hole for all sorts of dick, I got suspicious. It's not that I mind him sharing his cummy drippy hole with strangers, it's that it gets me off and I like to be there, holding his cheeks apart, helping steer bare cock up his chute. I decided to see if my boy was doing more than wining and dining. I want to be sure I was ready to fuck in case there was any action when I got there. I showered, douched, put on a cock ring, my jockstrap, suit and tie, and drove over to my boy's office park. The parking lots was nearly deserted when I got there. I saw my boy's car, a Lexus, and a BMW rental. I figured the meetings must still be going on. As I approached the door, I saw my boy's boss, Charles, headed out. His tie was undone around his neck, shirt untucked, hair tousled. He gave me a big smile. I extended my paw to shake his hands, and he surprised me, leaning forward and giving me a deep intense tongue kiss, quite surprising coming from this married man with two kids. He grinned, saying, “Didn't know he called you to join in the fun. I think they're still at it upstairs.” He slapped my ass, buzzed me in and headed out. My cock was straining in its jock, and I knew as much precum as I squirt, there would be a wet spot by the time I got upstairs. The elevator doors opened on the dark office, with light streaming out of one open door, my boy's office at the end of the hall. I heard grunts and moaning and knew someone must be having a good time. I took of my shoes and snuck down the hallway, peering into the office. There, on his desk, was the client laying down on his back, with my boy riding his HUGE raw shiny wet dick. By boy's back was to me, but I could see he had a necktie made into a blindfold, knotted around his head. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, ripping off my suit coat, pulling my tie over my head and unbuttoning my shirt as quickly as possible. I got a look at the client and he was smoking hot, buzz cut salt-and-pepper gray hair, goatee, sunken cheeks that I could swear looked POZ, big furry chest with hard pierced nipples the size of silver dollars, and muscular hairy legs dangling over the edge of the desk. He grunted with each thrust, then opened his eyes. He was about to say something, and I put my finger to my mouth, sshing him. I grinned and pointed to the framed photo of my boy and I on vacation. The client smiled and resumed his normal pace. Now just in my straining jockstrap, I lowered myself to my boy's hole, and pulled out the slick bare cock he was impaling himself on. I swallowed it, licking off a ring of foamy cum pooled at the base of his dick. “Back for more, Charley? What's your wifey gonna say if you can't perform tonight?,” my boy chuckled as he moaned. I stuck up two fingers and out poured a good healthy, or perhaps not, load. I lapped it up, and spitting some of it back onto the client's dick. I shoved the rock-hard tool back in my boy's hole, pulled the sticky crotch of my jock aside, and lubed up my dick with the leftover cum. The only thing I love more than fucking raw is fucking raw with cum for lube, and the only thing I love more than that is double-dicking raw hole with cum for lube. After a few thrusts, we got into a good rhythm, I would pull out to the tip just as the client would shove his all the way in. It felt damn good, and I knew if I kept it up, I would shoot soon. I didn't want to cum instantly, so I pulled out and rearranged my self so I could feed my foamy cock to the client. He deep-throated me a few times as I tweaked his nipples. He was a real pro and he got me closer quickly. I pulled my cock out of his velvety throat and went back to my boy's ass, now red, loose, and sloppy. I roughly shoved in two fingers as knelt down tonguing the client's sweaty hole and massive hairy balls. I could sense them tensing up, so I stood up quickly and shoved my cock back in my boy's ass beside his. He came almost instantly thrusting his beer-can thick rod as deeply as it would go. Feeling the sudden rush of wetness and warmth sent me over the edge and we filled up my boy's hole until it was leaking out, streaming down both of our cocks, and all over his desk. My boy's hole winked a few times as he reached for his blindfold. I grabbed his hands to stop him, and the client said, “Oh no, boy, you're not done yet. Daddy's got at least one more toxic load for you. Keep that thing on until I tell you to take it off.” “Whatever you say. The customer is always right,” my boy meekly replied. I gathered up my things in my arms quickly and headed out of the office. As I approached the elevator I heard the client saying, “Yeah boy. Clean up Daddy's dick real good. You got it all sloppy.” I got dressed in the lobby, headed out, and drove home. About an hour later, my boy stumbled in. I pretended to be asleep. I saw the light in the bathroom, and heard the shower running. I saw him through the shower curtain, fingering his cummy hole. “Anything I can do to help?,” I asked. He opened the curtain smiling at me and pulled me into the shower. He leaned forward against the tile, presenting his abused hole to me. That was his way of telling me he had a few loads up there. I knelt down under the spraying water and fingered out what seemed like several loads, lubed up my dick with them, and fucked him again, filling him up with my own questionable seed for the second time that night. To my knowledge, he never found out that I had already given him a load that night.

I decided to do something special for my boy's birthday. We planned a night of clubbing and dancing at a few of our favorite bars. I was hoping to line up some dick to share for later that evening. After work, we met at home to shower and change. I helped him clean out his asshole and rimmed him good. I squirted a heathy amount of lube up his tight pussy and fingered it in. I could have dropped my load up his hole right then and there, but I wanted him to be hungry for what was to cum. It's worth mentioning that neither me or my boy have been tested in about a year. We swore it off after discovering the joys of POZ cum and barebacking. We got to the first bar around 10, still too early for things really to be hopping. We had a few drinks, shucked off our shirts, and I dry-humped him on the dancefloor, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans against my boy's bubble butt. I knew that always got him going. We were about to collect our things and go when we ran into two friends of my mine from work, Juan, who was coincidentally the first load I took that I later found out to be POZ, and his boyfriend Mike, also POZ. I knew they had an open relationship, not unlike mine and my boy's, that included sharing our boys' holes and being open to POZ cum. Turns out that it was Mike's birthday too. Who knew? We invited them on our pub crawl. On the cab to the next bar, my boy sat in front, I was in the middle of the back seat, with the POZ couple on both sides of me. No sooner than the cab had started to move, those boys were all over me, unbuckling my jeans, and tweaking my nipples under my shirt. My boy looked jealous of all the fun crying, “Hey? What the fuck? I thought this was supposed to be my party?” I made Juan stop jerking me through my brieds so I wouldn't cum too soon, and promised to make it up to my boy later. But that didn't stop me from tongue-fucking Mike's mouth the rest of the way to the next bar. We got there around midnight and it was really jumping, one of my favorite bars, half dancefloor and half darkly-lit bar with semi-private booths. I saw one of the hottest go-go boy bartenders in town behind the bar. Doug is about 6'-0”, dark black skin, buzzed hair, and piercing grey eyes, not to mention his ripped body, shown off to great effect my the tight Calvins he was sporting. The size and shape of his basket left little to the imagination, but much to drool over. I went up to get a round of drinks and Doug charmed me with his smily flirty self. I slipped him cash and he promised to personally deliver the drinks. When I got back to our booth, I was not surprised in the least to see my boy sitting between our POZ friends, with his legs open side, jeans unbuttoned, and two hands down his pants, while he was busying himself kissing one then the other. “Mind if I interrupt,” I asked? My boy just moaned in reply. He did manage to pull himself off of Juan's tasty lips when he saw Doug walking up, balancing four double gin and tonics on a tray with one hand. Let's just say his waiterly skills were not what my boy found so impressive. Drinks were handed around and Doug leaned far over the table to give the birthday boy a kiss, a long sultry, deep, almost violent kiss, and then whispered something in his ear. I could tell he was loving every second of this attention. Doug sauntered back to the bar, we quickly downed our drinks, and Juan and Mike went to dance. I scooted over to my boy and asked what Doug had whispered to him. “Oh, he just asked if I wanted to see his tattoo later...” What tattoo, I thought? This hot piece of meat was wearing sandals and briefs and nothing else, so where and what was it? My boy got up to take a leak, so I went back to the bar to flirt with Doug some more and ask about that tattoo. Doug was checking out some college kid's fake ID when I got to the bar, but the kid was cute, so he made him a drink anyway. Ah, the corruption of youth. Doug winked at me and then asked if there was anything he could do for me. I asked if I could see his tattoo. He grinned from ear to ear and pulled down his briefs. Around the base of his huge stunning chocolaty well-groomed cock and balls was a biohazard tatt, barely visible against his dark skin. He covered up and then asked if he could show it to me again later. I let him know it was Mike's birthday too, and we made plans to meet up as soon as his shift was over and have a little private party back at our place. I gave him directions and asked him to give us a few minutes to get home and settled. After several more rounds of drinks, and some anonymous blue and pink pills, we couples piled into a taxi. I asked my boy if he had had a good party, and he frowned. “I was hoping to have some cock lined up for tonight. I've got a prelubed hole gone to waste. Shit, and I forgot to leave the bar without seeing Doug's tattoo.” I promised my boy that the party was only just beginning and we had a long night ahead of us. Juan and Mike were too busy missing out to hear anything. When we got home, I turned on some music, and headed to the kitchen to make another round of cocktails. When I came back with the drinks, all of the boys had their shirts off and were exploring each others' bodies with hands and tongues. I shimmied out of my shirt and was about to drop trou when there was a knock at the door. Oh shit, I thought, must be a neighbor coming to complain about the noise. I was happily surprised when Doug was standing there, with a bouquet of roses. I invited him in, and he presented half of the roses to my boy and the other half to Mike. They both thanked him by shoving his tongue down Doug's throat and feeling him up. Doug asked the birthday boys if he could give them a special show. They both drooled with excitement as Juan and I settled down onto the sofa. Doug started to strip until he was back down to his briefs, only now there was a translucent wet spot at the tip of his hardening cock. Mike and my boy got down on their knees and leaned forward, taking turns working Doug's growing cock through the cloth. It didn't take long for Doug's dick to shoot out over the elastic waist. My boy took the opportunity to start sucking on his plum-sized cockhead. Doug worked Mike's pants off and boy boy shimmied out his. Mike pulled down Doug's briefs and went to work on his balls; only then did he notice Doug's tatt. “Oh yeah! There's something extra special in this sauce, isn't there?” Doug just grinned. Facing us, Doug leaned forward and worked his hands into their undies. He took both hands, swirled them around his dick, getting them shiny and wet with his precum and my boy's spit, and began fingering their holes. Juan leaned forward and ripped off Mike's briefs, and I did the same for my boy. Juan and I were trying to kiss, but were too distracted by the live POZ sex show going on just inches from our faces. Doug spun our boys around so they were now facing us, demanding that they get our jeans off and show us some appreciation. They went to work undressing us and started gobbling our cocks. I grinned at Juan, got up, and switched places with him, so now my boy was blowing him while his boy was blowing me, all the while, their asses being toyed with by a ripped black POZ go-go boy. Doug lapped at my boy's hole, then Mike's hole, back and forth until they were both ready. He plunged bare into my boy's quivering hole all the way to the balls. After a few strokes, he did the same for Mike. They were both squealing with delight. I had never seen a POZ black dick stretch my boy's hole, and it got me so close to cumming that I had to pull Mike's mouth off. I scooted underneath so I could suck his dick and finger my own hole with some of Mike's POZ precum, and watch Doug's assail more closely. Juan matched my position and started deep-throating my boy's dangling cock. Doug couldn't hold back much longer and started to cum in Mike's hole, but pulled on and shot the rest on his back. With both hands, he scooped up as much as he could and fingered it into the boy's gaping sloppy holes, open and stretched after their pounding. Mike shot buckets into my hungry mouth, with such force that much of it went straight down my throat. My boy came shortly later all over Juan's face. I wiped it up, lubed up my dick with my boy's load, and spit Mike's load on Juan's dick. Juan leaned over and spread his boys asscheeks for me as I entered Mike's ass. I was obliged to return the favor and spread my boy open wide for him to use and abuse. I savored every inch of Mike's sloppy hole, so filled with a mix of Doug's cum, and my boy's cum as lube on my dick that I could hear a squelching sound. Knowing what toxic goo I was working deeper into his pussy got me off quick. It was only a matter of minutes until I added my own spooge to the mix. Juan must have felt the same way, cumming only seconds after me and breeding my boy with his own toxic cum. Covered in sweat, I shared a passionate kiss with Juan before pulling out of his boyfriend's sloppy cunt and started rimming my own birthday boy's ass. I fingered some of his loads out, tongued out some more, and lapped up the foam around his hairy hole. With a full mouth, I kissed my boy hard, sharing so much cum that it dripped all over both of our faces. In our cumfest, we hadn't even realized that Doug had left the party. I found scrawled on a note on the table by the door from him: Happy Birthday boyz. Hope you like your gifts. Here's a number ***-***-**** to call when you're all ready for your own tatts. I can get you a deal. Love, Doug.

My boy and I were invited over to my friend Danny's house for his birthday. We met at home after work, had quick showers, and headed over. Danny is straight, and so would many of his guests, but his parties have a reputation for getting pretty sociable, so we both made sure to clean real well in case any action came out way. We had a beer or three and then split up to mingle, and maybe find someone to take home and share. I saw a really hot muscle daddy and spent the next thirty minutes getting better acquainted. This guy was smoking, mid 40s, spiky salt-and-pepper hair, ice-blue eyes, and a massive chest. He introduced himself as Danny's brother. Danny had been holding out on me, having never mentioned a brother. I got a little touchy-feely, and unbuttoned his collared shirt a few buttons to expose his burly chest hair. I was practically drooling and this guy seemed a little nervous. My boy saw me from across the room, flirting with some skinny Emo kid, and his wink gave me the go ahead to take things up a notch. I managed to convince him that we could get to know each other a bit better in private, and cajoled him into the bathroom. We made out for a while as I worked his shirt off and his slacks puddled at his ankles. His briefs were straining to release his massive hardon. A beautiful, if slightly over-groomed uncut cock with low-hanging full balls. I wound up blowing him in the bathroom and I didn't notice his wedding ring until his hands were on the back of my head as he skull fucked m my mouth. He shot a tasty load into my mouth and I savored the taste, feeding a bit back to him as we kissed. I asked about the ring, and it turns out his wife was at the party too. Shit! He said he wasn't gay, but I could call him if I wanted his load again. He gave me his card, and I knew I'd be sucking that meaty tool again. I felt a bit like a slut, and was left blue-balled as he made his way back to the party. I came out of the bathroom seeing my boy leaning against the wall making out hardcore with the skinny Emo kid, running his hands up and down the little guy's taught torso. I heard my boy ask him, “Hey, wanna fuck me?” The kid nodded and suggested they make their way to the bedroom. I snuck past them and made it to Danny's bedroom and jumped into the closet just before they came tumbling into the room, so eager to be alone. Happily, the closet door had slits so I could see most of what they were doing. My boy ripped the Emo kid's tight t-shirt off and got down on his knees, pulling a studded belt out of Emo's jeans and shucking them down to his ankles. My boy pulled Emo's long skinny dick out of his tight whiteys and sucked it all down in one gulp. “Shouldn't we lock the door,” he asked. “Oh yeah,” my boy replied, “Wouldn't want anyone to see us doing the nasty.” My boy went to the door and looked out. I wondering if he was looking for me. He closed the door and locked it, turned, and pounced on Emo, pushing him down onto the bed, covered in all of the guests' coats. They rolled around for a few minutes, and before long they were both naked and sweaty and most of coats were all over the floor. “I need you inside of me NOW,” my boy cried out. Emo looked a bit concerned. “Should I bag up? I'm sure my brother has a condom in here somewhere.” Shit, my boy and I were fooling around with BOTH of Danny's brothers in the same night. “I can't wait. Lube me up with some spit and FUCK ME!” My boy rolled over onto his back and spread his legs wide winking his hairy asshole. “You're clean right?,” he asked with a smirk on his face. (Emo didn't know that my boy and I have been sharing our assholes with several POZ friends for months now...) Emo nodded and spit into his hand lubing up his skinny cock. “I don't want to hurt you,” he whispered. Emo went to town on my boy's ass, slurping and fingering in as much spit as possible, then he leaned back and started to sink his raw cock into my boy's hungry hole. By now, I had my dick in my hand and was wanking furiously, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the lovers in action. Emo whispered in a dry-throated voice, “I'm going to cum. Can I cum in you?” My boy answered by grabbing Emo's ass and keeping him from pulling out even if he had wanted to. I watched as Emo's whole body shuddered and I knew his cock was spewing cum all over my boy's insides. I came hard in my hand and fed myself part of my load, then started fingering the rest up my own hole. “What about me?,” my boy asked as Emo started looking for his clothes, “Don't I get to cum?” “Umm... I usually don't give head,” Emo shrugged. “That's fine then. Can I fuck you?” “Raw?” “Well, yeah. Turn about is fair play. If you trust me enough to fuck me, then shouldn't you trust me enough to fuck you?” “Okay, but you're clean right?” “I was the last time I got tested.” (My boy was actually being truthful. Neither of us had been tested since we started taking POZ loads...) “Just be gentle.” My boy bent Emo over the rumpled sheets and coats, spit onto his rockhard dick and then onto the boys quivering hole and worked in one then two fingers. From where they were, I could see the tip go in with some difficulty as Emo squealed into the sheets in pain. My boy found Emo's undies, wadded them up, and shoved them into his mouth, then eased in the rest of his raw dick. My boy has much more experience bottoming, but he's a damned good top. He was making this kid squeal with delight after just a few thrusts. Emo was backing up onto my boy's dick as soon as it wasn't in balls deep. “You want my cum?” Emo mumbled something through his Calvin Klein gag, and it sounded enough like a “yeah” that my boy slammed forward a few more times and came deep in Emo's hole. Then, my boy turned his head directly at the closet where I was hiding, and gave the door a thumbs up and a huge grin. I watched them clean each other up a bit, make out some more, and then there was a knock at the door, someone wanting their coat so they could leave. The boys opened the door and ran into the hallway giggling. I wanted a few minutes until the coast was clear, and started hunting for my coat. I found it balled up and sticky. Looked like Emo had shot a load while my boy was fucking him. I made my way back to the group in the living room and found my boy chatting with Emo and our host. Danny then introduced me to his little brother, and called over his older brother too. I said, “Oh, we've met...” My boy and I exchanged stories on the bus ride home. I had a fancy Wall Street business card from my conquest, and my boy had Emo's cell scrawled on a ripped piece of notebook paper. We're trying to figure out how to get them both over for some fun at the same time...

When my boy and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we made a pit stop at my favorite bookstore from when I was in High School, and after taking dozens of POZ loads earlier this year, my boy wound up fucking my Dad through a gloryhole. Once he knew who it was loading his ass, my Dadchickened out, and we neither one got to shoot our cum up my Dad’s hole again, until we went back for Christmas. The night we arrived, I managed to get Dad pretty hammered on some spiked eggnog. He retired to bed early, but my boy and I stayed up a bit later, plotting how to get my Dad’s trousers off and our cocks in his ass. My boy seemed game for anything, so I mentioned that I remembered my Dad almost always got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen and a piss. I fell asleep, but my boy stayed up to keep watch, watching some raw porn on his laptop with the sound turned off. Sure enough, around 3AM, the door of my parents’ bedroom creaked open and my boy roused me gently, then snuck out to the hallway. My Dad was letting a stream of piss fly, with his bathrobe casually drawn over his shoulders. My boy snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s paunchy waist. Daddy jumped a bit and piss went everywhere. Ever the one to please, my boy went down to his knees and licked the fresh piss off my Dad’s crotch and legs. I heard my Dad whisper, “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs…” “Whatever you say, Daddy,” my boy replied. I waited until they were down the steps and into the kitchen to follow. I held back in the dining room, and hid behind a half-opened door to watch. Dad mixed two cocktails as my boy ran his hands all over Daddy’s fleshy torso, managing to get his robe to fall to the floor. “How long have you been getting fucked,” my boy asked. “Since I followed my son once to the bookstore when he was in High School. He blew me once through the hole and never knew it was me. I guess I got sort of hooked.” “And what about taking strangers’ cum? When did that start?” “To be honest, I always make the guys bag up. You’ve gotta trust that their cum is clean, or you could get sick.” “Ahhh…” My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. My boy was seducing my father just feet away from me. “Would you take my load again?” my boy asked. “Sure. You guys play safe usually right?” “Oh yeah. All the time…” My boy neglected to mention the sex parties, taking loads in mensrooms all over the East Coast, and NEVER allowing anyone topping him to wear a rubber. I estimated that between the two of us, we’d taken at least forty loads, and at least a dozen knowingly POZ ones. As the felt each other up, and my Dad worked my boy’s tenting briefs down to his ankle, he asked, “When were you lasted tested?” “About nine months ago. It was clean.” Finally an honest answer. “I want you so bad,” my Dad panted as he lowered himself down and wrapped his mustachioed mouth around my boy’s stiff leaking cock, impressively getting most of my boy’s cock down his throat. My boy spread his legs a little, and held his hand out for my Dad to spit in so he could start lubing his ass and playing with it. I guess at heart, my boy will always be a piggy bottom, but this was a special occasion. Pozzing my Dad got him harder and drippier than I had seen in a long time. They switched places, and my boy inhaled Daddy’s dick, all the way to the root, and spread his legs wide apart so he could start loosening up my Dad’s hole for the coming onslaught. “Think my son will be jealous?” Daddy snickered. “Oh no. I’m sure he’ll approve. You’ll just have to put out for him later to make it even…” “Sounds fair enough,” he panted. My boy went into overdrive, blowing Daddy’s fat stiffy for all he was worth. It was all I could to slow down my own jerking so I would cum too soon. My Dad grunted, “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum!” but my boy kept right at it until Daddy’s body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. My boy was rewarded with a mouthful of NEG Daddy spooge, and he looked up at my Dad, smiling, with jism leaking out of his cocksucking lips. He stood up and gave my Dad an aggressive tongue-fucking, filling my Dad’s mouth with his own cum. “Don’t swallow that, Daddy. Cum makes the best lube.” He winked. My Dad snowballed his cum back into my boy’s mouth and turned around, leaning over the kitchen counter, spreading his hairy asscheeks so his chute was easier to get at. My boy went back to his knees and spit globs of cum onto his asshole, and started to finger them inside. One glistening finger up Daddy’s tight hole, then two, then three. My Dad was bucking as this treatment, and after spitting on his drippy cock, my boy lunged forward. No mercy. He slammed all of his long narrow dick all the way inside Daddy’s tunnel in one thrust. Daddy was whimpering. My boy told him, “Shhh! You don’t want to wake the whole house do you? Then, they’d all want a piece of your ass.” After a minute or two of pounding, my boy slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close to loading my Dad’s ass with his long-untested questionable load deep into my father’s willing NEG ass. He whispered, “Where do you want my load, Daddy?” “Give it to me! I’m a man. I can take it.” My boy thrust forward and I could tell he was whitewashing my Dad’s insides. That was only the second time I had seen my boy breed an ass. I shot my load all over my hand, and fed myself my own questionable load. With the first pause since they began their lovemaking, my Dad whispered, “Did you cum?” “Oh yeah. I loaded your ass real deep.” My boy backed his dick out of my Dad’s used cummy ass, and I could see, briefly, my Dad’s loosened pucker with a dick-sized hole in it, and a flood of gooey spooge leaking out. My boy knelt down to suck his load out of Daddy’s ass. Once his face was covered with ass juice and cum, he said, “It seems like a waste, you being all warmed up like this. Let’s go wake up your son.” Dad froze. “Really, think he’ll want some old guy’s ass? His own father?” “Why the fuck not. You won’t be the oldest guy we’ve shared.” The look on my Dad’s face was priceless. I had to pull myself away from the hot sweaty scene to get back to our bedroom, where I was supposed to be sleeping. I made it under the covers just as I heard the bedroom door creak open, and my Dad and my boy giggling quietly like schoolgirls. I rolled onto my back, pretending to be asleep. I was still half hard from before, and my dick was already drippy. I heard quiet whispers and felt the sheets being pulled down, and a hairy moustache tickling the head of my dick. Daddy lowered his mouth over my cock, and gave a surprisingly decent blowjob. I moved my hands to the back of Dad’s balding head and started rocking my hips. My boy whispered, “Damn! Don’t choke the man!” By then the pretense of being asleep was pointless. “Suck that dick Dad!” I rammed my cock as far down his throat as it would go, making him gag a little. He pulled off for air, and scrambled up to my face to give me a deep tongue-lashing. I’d never kissed my Dad like that before, and it almost made me shoot my wad right then. I told him, “Get on my dick.” Dad whipped around with his back to me, and squatted over my wet cock. My boy leaned in to help guide my raw dick home with one hand and spread my Daddy’s ass open with the other. I was far more gentle than my boy had been, and it went smoother, lubed with my boy’s sticky cum and loosened from his long dick. Dad rode my cock like a champ until we were both damp with sweat. I pulled out and spun Dad around to give it to him doggy style. “Damn, this is hot,” my boy whispered as he moved around to shove his dick into Dad’s mouth. I pounded for a few minutes more, and shoved in as far as possible as I seeded my Dad’s ass. My boy coated Dad’s throat with more cum at the same time, and we collapsed onto each other in a lusty cummy pile. Dad drifted off to sleep as we embraced each other. My boy whispered, “Think we’ve converted him?” “If he’s not POZ, at least he’ll be addicted to taking loads. Job well done.” We kissed tenderly and dozed off. A few hours later, as the sun was coming up, I roused my Dad and told him to get back to his own bed before Mom woke up. He regretfully left. I snuggled up my sticky dick to my boy’s ass and left it there. We slept in that day. We had earned it.

My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”

I lost track of the number of raw loads my boy and I have been taking over the past few months, but he’s well ahead of me. I think I’ve taken at least 10 POZ loads since June, and we have both decided to not get tested for a while. I’ve been getting a bit of help lining up dick for my boy’s, and sometimes my, hole, and loving every minute of it. I’m glad we’re going down this slutty path together. I wanted to tell you about a business trip, and setting up a going away present for my boy, to make sure his needs would be taken care of in my absence. I had to fly to Chicago for a week of meetings, and wanted him to take as much cum as possible before I got back, so I could suck it all out and feed it to him. I had an afternoon flight, so I suggested my boy take the morning off work, and let me and some friends fuck him senseless before I headed to the airport. I kept the part about help from friends a secret so he’d be pleasantly surprised… We started with breakfast in bed, then, I went to work on his hole, eating his boypussy, shoving one then two spit-slicked fingers in, prying it open, ready for a good pounding. I jerked my boy off while working his hole good, until he shot a big sticky load all over his toned chest. We’ve both decided fresh cum is the best lube, and unlike a lot of bottoms, cumming just makes his hole hungrier for more slutty action. I licked his cum up, and tongue-fucked his hole with it, getting it good and wet. I greased up my raw, untested, cock, and eased it into his hairy cummy hole. After a few minutes, right on cue, my POZ daddy friend BJ rang the doorbell. My boy frowned, thinking it must be the cable guy. I kept pounding away, and BJ let himself in with the key I had left for him downstairs. He smiled when he came into the bedroom. “Fuck yeah! That’s what I like to see. Two cum sluts in heaven…” He came over to my boy and gave him a rugged forceful kiss, raping my boy’s mouth with his tongue as he ripped off his clothes, down to his sweaty jock. I was getting close as BJ lowered his attentions to my cummy dick forcing its way in and out of my boy’s loosening hole, licking my shaft up and down. That pushed me over the edge. I know it’s what they do in pornos, but I love pulling out and shooting my load on my boy’s sloppy hole as much as I do driving it in deep. So, I pulled out, shot a wad or two, and shoved my dick back in, creaming his hole pretty good. BJ went to work cleaning up his hole, and then cleaned off my dick. That got me going again, harder than ever. BJ started licked lower and lower, getting all of the cum and sweat off of my hairy balls, and then to my asshole. All the while, he kept fingering my load into my boy’s hungry hole. He threw me onto my back and spread my legs wide, lining up his jock-covered dick with my cunt. He made my boy pull aside his jock and help guide his rock-hard POZ tool into me. I sank down on it as my boy switched around so we could 69 while BJ plowed my hole. I was so distracted, I didn’t even realized that BJ was taking photos with his camera phone. My boy shot another load deep in the back of my throat, so much that it leaked out of my mouth, and then he jerked me off with a vengeance. BJ was really pounding and asked me where I wanted his toxic load. “In my cunt, man; give me your seed!” He was more than willing to oblige and rammed his cock as deep as it would go, filling my hole to overflowing. My boy was there to help lick up what dripped out, and we snowballed it back and forth as BJ looked on, smiling. I knew I was leaving my boy in good, slutty hands. I reluctantly got dressed as my boy and my POZ daddy friend were rolling around in our bed, still hard, and with BJ’s toxic load simmering as it sunk deeper and deeper into my guts. I was determined to leave it there for the whole flight. It then dawned on me that while we’d played around together with other guys, we’d never actually shared our bed with someone. I felt conflicted, but still turned on. My luggage was packed, so I only needed to interrupt their heavy petting for a few hot tongue-lashing kisses before I was ready to head out to catch a cab. On the way out of the building, I recognized a POZ freckled redhead who had fucked my boy with a rigged condom the night we first started taking POZ loads. He winked and asked if my boy was prelubed and waiting. I nodded and headed out to the street. Halfway to the airport, I got three text messages with a pics from BJ, one of my dick in my boy’s hole, one with his POZ tool in my own cunt, and one of the POZ redhead fucking my boy doggy style, and giving the camera a blurry thumbs up. I couldn’t help but smile. By the time I boarded the plane, there was one more pic, this one of my boy riding both of their POZ cocks, with his head thrown back in slutty ecstasy. That was enough to keep me totally boned through the pre-flight announcement. When a cute blond flight attendant with HUGE arms came through to check seatbelts, he noticed my hardon, and the wet spot soaking through my jeans. He hummed, “Mmmmm,” and leaned forward to help me tighten my belt a bit. As soon as we were airborne, I headed to the back galley, gave him a nod, and headed into the toilet, leaving it unlocked. Less than a minute later, he was in that cramped little space, on his knees, ripping his uniform off as he blew me. He got my dick really wet, and started fingering his hole. I asked if he had a condom, and he asked, “what for?” I was really liking where this was going, and I got the feeling he did this often. He then climbed up onto the seat, facing me, and wrapped his legs around me, deeply kissing me as he rode my dick. I had already cum twice that day, so it took a few minutes to get ready to shoot my questionable load. As I pulled out of our kiss to try to tell him I was going to cum, he shot his load all over my shirt, then grabbed my ass with his hands, clenching down so I couldn’t pull out. I creamed him good as he slowed his pace, milking the last drops out of my dick until it finally started to soften. He then asked for my name and wanted to know if I was Chicago-based. I was sorry not to be, but gave him my info so we could hook up there, and maybe share him with my boy when in our city. I then realized that I would have to go back to my seat, with my pants and shirt covered with cum and shit. Oh well, now all the assholes on the plane would know exactly what kind of slut I was. When we landed, I turned my phone back on, and in the space of those few hours, I got four more pics from BJ, each one a different total stranger, with his raw cock deep in my boy’s hole, in our bed. When I stood up to leave, hard again, my flight attendant friend smiled, and whispered to me as I passed him, “Does that thing ever go down?” I flashed him my phone, and said, “Not while my boy’s at home taking all loads.” His jaw dropped and I left.

I’ve now shared my boy’s sweet NEG ass with a handful of friends, some POZ, but mostly NEG. We’ve talked about it and he’s not a chaser, he’s just a cum-loving slut. I can’t hold that against him. Besides, his ass is so hot and so tight, it would be criminal not to share it. I always fuck him bare, and talk real dirty about sharing his ass with strangers, and whoring him out. A few moths ago, we decided to take things to another level, and attend a POZ-friendly sex party, if we could fine one. My boy saw one close to our apartment, and made a reservation. Condoms to be provided, but not required. Getting ready for the event was HOT. I helped him clean out his ass real good, and thought some of the guys there might appreciate a pre-lubed sweet hole for them to use. I rimmed his hole getting it good and sloppy before plunging my rod in to the balls and fucking him hard for a good fifteen minutes before depositing my load deep within. I fingered his ass to make sure every drop made it in and then squirted a bit more lube up there for good measure. I didn’t know how many cocks he’d take that night, but didn’t want anyone to tear him up. When we arrived, we checked our clothes. My boy kept his jock on, and we both kept on our socks, with a few condoms each, just in case. He told me it was okay to play with other bottoms, and I could fuck them raw, but he wanted me to pull out before coming, so I could give my loads to him. I made him PROMISE me to not take anyone raw unless they promised they were NEG. He agreed, but looked a little hurt. My boy went to look for a water bottle to keep himself hydrated and told me to “make friends.” I was shocked to see one or two familiar faces there. One was my old buddy BJ, a barrel chested cigar smoking bearded daddy-type bear, in leather chaps, with his cock hanging out. I am usually a top, but a few summers ago, after a particularly wild party, I gave my raw ass to BJ and took his load. I fondly remembered his beer-can thick cock, big egg-sized low-hanging balls, and salty load dripping down my thighs. He had licked up as much as possible and snowballed it to me. He asked what I was doing there, and I said, “Lining up some dick for my boyfriend." "You still NEG?” he asked. “As far as I know.” “Your boy?” “NEG.” “Fuck,” he said, “I’d tap his hot little ass any time, but I got POZZED.” I asked when, and he promised it was after our one hot time together. I told him he was free to fuck him as long as he bagged up and pulled out before coming. I told him I would get off on licking up his BUG JUICE from my boy’s ass and back. That really got him going, and he started slowly jerking himself. My boy came back with some water, and I introduced BJ to my boy. He was smitten. BJ took his hand and led him to a mattress in a side room. Watching my boy savagely kissing this hot POZ daddy got me rock hard. BJ bent him over to fuck him doggy style, facing me as I fed my hard cock to my boy’s hungry mouth. He was in heaven. I offered BJ a condom, but he refused. I thought he was going to fuck him raw, and was about to protest, when he reached into his back pocket and got one of his own. He carefully unwrapped it, and properly put it on. My boy was screwing his ass around in circles, hungry for action, and wondering what the delay was. I nodded to BJ, and properly bagged up, he slowly slid his cock all the way in. My boy was not quiet about how much he was enjoying being fucked by this thick cock. I pulled my dripping dick out of his mouth and whispered into his ear, “BJ’s POZ, but he’s fucking you safe, and he promised to pull out when he comes. I’ll feed it to you if I don’t swallow it all myself.” He grunted approval, reaching back to make sure BJ was all latexed up. After a few minutes doggy style, BJ’s pace increased and he lunged forward, then paused for a few seconds. He leaned forward and whispered something in my boy’s ear. He grunted back, “Oh yeah, man. Don’t stop. Give it to me!” “Getting close?” I asked. “Fuck yeah!” I noticed we had drawn a bit of a crowd, and there were four or five guys egging BJ on, “Load him up!” “Cum in his ass,” they shouted. BJ picked up his pace again, and really started slamming his ass. He pulled out, and went to pull off the condom. It was then I saw that it had ripped. I guess that’s what that lunge was. He didn’t even seem to notice that the condom had broken, but he’d kept his promise and pulled out, thank God. He shot a massive load all over my boy’s sweaty back and ass. I lurched forward and licked it off in gobs, making sure it wouldn't drip into his used sweaty hole. I spit it into his piggy grinning face. He swallowed it all down, meekly thanked BJ for a good time, and asked the crowd, “Who’s next?” BJ wasled away to a corner to watch the action. A skinny nerdy looking frekle-faced redhead with a huge wang nervously stepped up. As my boy’s pimp for the night, I gave the redhead the same rules I had given BJ. He nodded okay. I offered him a condom, and he smiled, pulling one of his own from his socks. Same brand as BJ. Small world. He bagged up, and slid right in. I reached around to make sure it was on properly, and almost busted a nut feeling his huge dick plunging in and out of my boy’s hole, latex and all. Seeing his familiar hairy hole being filled with a cute nerdy stranger’s cock got me really hot. I was glad to be sharing that moment with my boy, and felt safe knowing that I was there to make sure it was happening safely. Big Red slammed his sweet ass a few times and sunk it in all the way, pulled out almost entirely, and slammed in again, holding it there. Then he slowed his pace as my boy wriggled around on his pole. He looked pleadingly around the room. “Someone give me his dick to suck!” A well-muscled Chelsea gym bunny stepped up and stuck his dick in my boy’s eager mouth. Big Red quicked his stride, and looked like he was cumming. He left his dick in my boy’s sloppy hole for a few seconds before pulling it out with a juicy plop. Fuck, the condom broke again, and this time he’d cum deep inside my boy’s hole. Gym Guy saw this and before I could do anything, spun my boy around and stuck his cock in raw. BJ went from lurking in the corner and came up behind me. “Don’t fight it,” he whispered. “This is what he came here for. Don’t ruin it for him.” “What!?!?!” I asked. BJ explained to me that this wasn’t a POZ-friendly party, it was a POZ-only party and my boy and I were the only NEG ones there. He then told me that he came once in my boy’s hole before shooting his second load that I shared with my boy. Big Red has probably also shot twice up his still-NEG hole. I was furious, but still-rock hard. BJ explained that he was the party organizer and told my boy the whole deal before he agreed to come. The condoms had been poked through with pins before being strategically scattered throughout the place and handed out to people who wanted the illusion of playing safe. My head was spinning as Gym Guy slammed my boy’s ass real hard, creaming his pussy. He pulled out just enough to shoot a few spurts on my boy’s quivering hole before pressing them in with his oozing cock. BJ got down on his knees and swallowed my hard tool as another guy lined him his dick with my boy’s hungry gaping drippy hole. I saw his dick before the rest of him. Salt and pepper hair, firm chest and arms, but sunken sick-looking facial cheeks. The other guys didn’t look POZ, but this fucker sure did. He pumped a few times, looking like a rutting animal, before loading my boy’s hole. I came in BJ’s mouth and he took it all in his mouth, then got up, and fed me some of my load. He then started fingering my hole with the rest of it. I was overcome with lust. How forbidden to be sharing my boy’s hole with a roomful of POZ strangers. I wanted some of the attention for myself and got down doggy style, facing my boy’s mouth and started kissing him hard. He was shocked that I was now on my knees too, being a slut offering up his ass for POZ cum. He seemed to be smiling. I closed my eyes, reached back and spread my cheeks for someone to dick me. And someone did. Several someones did. I took at least four cocks, and counted at least three loads up cum deposited deep up my NEG hole. My boy must have taken at least eight dicks. And he took all of their loads, like a champ. When we left, we were both covered in sweat and cum. We made it home and spooned together all night, cum leaking out both of our holes. Neither of his showered or washed out our cummy asses. We both tested NEG later that month and NEG again a month later. We haven’t been back to the POZ party yet, and may not be allowed until we both test POZ. Until then, I’ll have to keep looking for dick for my boy’s hole, and occasionally mine.

My boy and I have been together for seven years and have amazing sex. He's an insatiable piggy bottom who lets me cream his tight asshole every chance I get. He can bounce up and down it like a champ. We have only played together with other boys once and it was intense. See, we always play bare, and I just thought that he'd make other guys bag it up. Not so. When my boy's best friends from High School, who were now boyfriends, came to the city to visit, we put them up on our sofa bed. We have a small apartment, but the bedroom is separate enough to provide some privacy. First night they were on the sofa bed, we could hear them fucking. It sounded like Ron was really pounding Jonathan's ass hard. My boy got turned on listening and we snuck to the cracked door and watched for a few seconds before he backed up on to my precum-oozing cock. I fucked him in the doorway until I blasted my load up his hole, my cum leaking down his tanned thighs as Ron blasted inside his boy. We quietly closed the door as Jonathan shot his load all over Ron's burly chest. The next morning, our guests headed out to do some sightseeing, while my boy and I hopped on the train for work. We made plans to meet up at a bar and go dancing that night. (I gave them the addresses of some really sleazy adult stores in Hell's Kitchen and Chelsea in case they needed somewhere to go during the day. Don't know if they went.) I wrapped up everything at my office a few hours earlier than usual. I thought I'd head uptown and change before our night out. When I got to the apartment door, I could hear heavy breathing and moans from inside. I remembered we hadn't given our guests a set of keys and thought my boy must have been watching some bareback porn on the TV. Boy was I wrong. Opening the door, I saw my boy, being double penetrated by Ron and Jonathan. Ron was on his back, with Jonathan's sticky cock slamming back and forth into my boy's hole. His jaw dropped when he saw me and pulled off their cocks. The boyfriends laughed as my boy tried to make an excuse. “It's not what it looks like,” he shrieked. I chuckled as I unbottoned my shirt and dropped my trousers. “It looks like a helluva good time to me. Mind if I join in,” I asked. His eyes lit up and I shoved my now-hard cock as far and as roughly as I could down his mouth. I then noticed the lack of ripped condom packages on the bed. No lube either. Fuck, he's giving it up raw again! I thought, “at least time the tops aren't total strangers!” The other boys repositioned and went back to raw tag teaming his sweet hungry hole. I asked them both to tell me when they were close. Ron asked if it was okay to cream my boy's tight hole. I said, “You're both clean right?” He smiled but didn't reply. As his breathing quicken, I shot some of my load down my boy's velvety throat and some on his slutty slack-jawed face. He was in pig heaven. I got down on all fours close to my boy's ass as Ron started to shoot. Jonathan pulled his slimy dick out as Ron creamed my boy's tight hole. That sent Jonathan over the edge and he shot a few spurts on his boyfriend's raw dick before jamming his cock up there too. They both loaded him up real good, then pulled out. I shoved my own cummy cock up his hole and came again after just a few strokes. We were a sweaty mess. Ron said that they had got the idea to try to seduce my boy after a hot Hell's Kitchen gloryhole session. They called my boy at work and asked him to come home early so they could let them in. “So this wasn't the whole reason for coming to the city after all, breeding my boy?,” I asked? “Well now. Jonathan tested POZ this summer and we were going to a breeding party to see if I could take some loads too,” Ron said, rather matter-of-factly. Shit. The last time my boy took another guy's raw load, there was a good chance that it had been POZ. He dodged a bullet that time, but his ass was well-used and torn up. What if it took? My boy asked me, “Will you suck out the cum? That may make safer?” Well, safety was out the window at this point, and when I saw him fingering his sloppy cummy mancunt, I couldn't resist. I fingered out all three loads, felching for all I was worth, jealously swallowing it all, Jonathan's POZ cream, mixed with Ron's and mine. I got hard again and came in Jonathan's hungry mouth. We cleaned up and went dancing, getting horny and sweaty again before heading home and having another delicious fourway. This time, I took Ron's load and perhaps one of my boy's last NEG loads. Hot. Fucking hot.