seanpeck09

Matt was dreaming, a pound sensation happening over and over again. He could feel his cock swell and harden in his dream-like state. He fantasized about taking raw cock. He imagined his teammates like Bryan, a soccer stud and football god, holding him down, forcing him to take his cock. He picture Diego, a hot latino buddy of his with a lean body and tan skin, shoving his cock into his mouth, forcing Matt to gag on his uncut latino dick. This dream was making Matt's cock swell. Next his teammates morphed into different versions of themselves. Bryan had pierced nipples and a pierced cock, sporting a big scorpion tattoo on the side of his abdomen, sweet dripping down his abs as he forced Matt to take his cock balls deep. Matt knew he was fantasizing about Bryan being poz, a leather cockring around his 7 inch cock. Likewise, Diego sported a big biohazard tat just above his cock and below his hairless, perfect abs. He looked gaunt and leaner than Matt had remembered. Fuck this was a hot dream, Matt thought. Feeling Bryan forcing his poz cock into his tight hole as Diego shoved his cock down his willing throat. Slowly the fucking became more intense, Matt feeling the momentum ripple through his whole body, like he was quickly swinging back and forth, almost like a hammock. He felt a pinch on his nipple, causing Matt to slightly open his eyes, seeing darkness. Slowly the sound of moaning flooded into his consciousness. It sounded like a group of men all fucking, sucking, gagging on cock. A thick black cock appeared before his eyes, slowly forcing its way into his mouth. Reflexively, Matt opened his mouth, allowing the 9 inch cock to enter his mouth and slide down his throat. His concentration on the black cock was broken by his body being slammed forward, forcing him to bob up and down on the cock. Opening his eyes wider, he was eye level with the torsos of at least five guys. Confused, in a moment of panic, he choked on the cock in his throat and tried to lift his head. "Well, looks like Matt is finally wake," Matt heard Trent's familiar voice say. A few men laughed. Matt, the evening rushing back to him, slowly realized who he was with. "Most everyone showed up why you were passed out on G, fag. These are my poz breeding brothers." Matt, eyes adjusting to the darkness, made out that there was at least 8 or 9 guys in the room with him. A muscular latino with a big cock and an emaciated look continued pounding Matt's hole without interruption. Matt couldn't help but think that this guy must be in the late stages of AIDS. His cheeks were prominent on his wasted face, without an ounce of fat on his body. Seeing that, knowing that his poz load may well be lethal caused Matt's hole to tighten up on his cock, hoping to squeeze out the toxic cum he was quickly becoming addicted to. "You passed out from a little to much G, baby," Trent continued, "so we carried you over to a sling room, getting you positioned for everyone to fuck you. You must have taken at least a dozen toxic loads by now." Matt could feel his hole, the soreness now coming to his attention, as the latino guy came in him and an older daddy taking his place within seconds. He felt the older man pulling on his jockstrap. Matt wonder when they had slipped that back on him. He could still feel the cockring he had on early squeezing his limp T dick. He began moaning louder as the daddy fucking him began to thrust faster and faster, the pain in Matt's hole increasing with the onslaught. He felt someone place a bottle in his hand, knowing it was poppers. He held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, feeling his hole respond by sucking in the cock that was fucking him. "Hit it again," Trent commanded. Matt inhaled, his hole feeling nice and loose, his face flushed. "Again," Trent said. Matt inhaled strongly again. His head beginning to swim from the lack of air and the effects of the poppers. "Again," and Matt dutifully obeyed, his breaths becoming swallower and faster as he attempted to get some air. "Keep going," Trent commanded again, Matt's head rushing and his hands shaking. Someone took the bottle before he spilt it, with Matt barely noticing. He didn't even feel the extra few fingers that had invaded his hole along side the older daddies cock. God, Matt thought, he had never felt so loose before. The older man pulled his cock out after a few more minutes of fucking him, presumably having blasted his DNA all over over Matt's guts. He walked over to Matt's head, forcing him to suck the cum covered cock clean. Matt tasted it, the cum covered cock, a mixture of all the toxic loads that had been dumped in him. He could feel the warmth of the cock, hot from having been buried in his rectum just seconds ago. He even taste a hint of blood, mixed with another flavor. "Fuck," the older man moaned, "this slut loves ass-to-mouth. How does your boypussy taste?," he asked. Matt moaned a muffled yes the best he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat, Matt trying his best to suppress his gag reflex. He noticed his hole was empty and he desperately wanted a cock to fill it. His wish was fulfilled a second later by a random black guy he hadn't seen before. "Fuck," Matt thought, "his cock is fucking thick." It was hurting Matt as much as it felt good, but he was so desperate to get fucked, he wasn't going to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Trent, a small camcorder in hand, filming Matt's corruption on camera. Dan seemed to be filming something similar on his phone. Trent saw Matt looking. "You ready to be a pornstar boy?" "MMhhmmm" Matt moaned, cock in his mouth. The thought of being exposed online got him so hard, his hole tighten around the cock in his hole. Trent got close in with the camera. The cock in Matt's mouth taken out. Trent leaned in, focusing the camera on Matt's face. "You ready for another toxic load faggot?" "Yes sir," Matt replied in a moaning, whiney voice the jock stud would have never have sounded like only 24 hours ago. "Are you ready to take another HIV+ load in your hole?" "Yes sir, please. I want more poz cum." "How old are you boy?" Trent asked for the camera. "18" "And your still in high school?" "Yes sir. Jefferson high school." "What's your name?" "Matt. Matt... Pierson." Matt couldn't believe he was admitting this on cam but it made him hornier and hornier. The meth was making him lose all his inhibitions. His limp tina cock was calling the shots now, and it was telling Matt to expose himself as the AIDs whore he was. "Say hi to your mom and dad," Trent prompted, a sinister smile on his face. He zoomed in on Matt's face. "Hi mom and dad," Matt said smiling meekly at the camera, slightly ashamed but mostly aroused. "Do you know who is fucking how?" Trent asked him. "No sir, I've never met any of these men before." "And what are they wearing for protection?" "Nothing, it's all bareback." "And you wanted that?" Trent questioned him again. "Yes sir." "And you know what we all have?" "Everyone is poz sir. They have HIV+ and I've been taking their loads all night." "That's right faggot. You've been turned into a hole, a cumdump taking loads from complete strangers, poz strangers." Trent panned the camera over to Matt's hole, to get a perspective of Matt taking raw cock. He watched the cock slide in and out of Matt's hole. The hole remained gaping open, it's edges red and puffy from being fucked for hours. Cum dripped out of his open hole, cum making the bands of his jockstrap wet. A pool of cum and lubed pooling in the low point of the sling.Trent kept Matt's face in frame the entire time. Trent asked Matt, "And who do you want to become poz from your school? Who do you want to fuck you?" Without thinking, Matt responded, "Diego, Bryan, Chris, Louis, my soccer teammates." "And what has turned you into a cumdump whore? What drug?" "I've slammed crystal meth, tina, all night." Dan, ready for the prompt, got the gear ready, going over to Matt and tying off his arm. Holding the point up to the camera. Trent, finding the perfect angle, continued filming. On camera, you saw the point go into Matt's arm, the scarlet color of his blood when the plunger was pulled back. Slowly, Dan pushed the plunger in, Matt's face becaming red. Matt coughed, the rush pervading his body for the third time in a day. "How does it feel?" Trent asked. "I feel like a fucking god! I feel so good. I want to get fucked hard, by more poz cock." His eyes went wide, guys switched positions, another cock feeling his hole. Trent handed the cam to Dan and started preparing for their next activity. Guys continued to come and leave, the crowd a little less then earlier, when Matt was just waking up from his G overdose. Trent pulled a rag out of his bag, spraying Maximum Impact on it. He knew Matt could tolerate a heavy dose. Going over to Matt, he managed to tie it around his head, knowing it would force him to inhale through the cloth. Matt, letting Trent control him, accepted the cloth without question. He could smell the chemical scent of it, quickly feeling its affects. He felt like his surroundings were becoming mute, a sensation of being underwater. He could feel Trent fingering his hole, sticking in all for fingers with no resistance. Trent tuck in his thumb, slowly working it in. Slowly moving it in and out, his knuckles making a bit of forward progress each time. He could hear Matt moaning in pain, knowing that each breath was taking him more and more out of it. Fast enough, he felt Matt's hole give way, his hand becoming sucked in up to the wrist, feeling Matt surrounding his hand with his hole. "God," Trent thought, "my fag is perfect. I'm going to love training him over the next couple of months." Dan continued filming, catching ever second of Matt's descent into depravity, his complete loss of innocence. Trent could't help but smile, thinking about what a hot video this evening would make. Knowing that it would be the tool to form Matt into the poz cumdump he was meant to be. Trent continued working his hand out, feeling the hole push him out. Again, he started pushing in, feeling the hole grasping his hand. Matt, head spinning and feeling lightheaded, felt Trent's hand invading his hole. It felt so intense, feeling him up each time he entered, the pain worth every second of that wonderful feeling. How could it fill so fantastic to have a hand in him? He could feel it pressing on his bladder, his prostate. Trent was going faster, stretching his hole, lube and toxic cum plopping out with each withdrawal of Trent's hand. Suddenly, Matt felt Trent hitting this spot, stimulating a spot in Matt that made his dick go wild. Before he realized it, Matt noticed that he had pissed him, drenching his jock in the few places left that hadn't been drenched by cum or sweat. It was the last thing he distinctly remembered from the rest of the evening, fists still forcing their way in and out of his hole, cocks entering his mouth and hole, random men dumping their poz seed in him. Trent smiled, happy to see his faggot totally blissed out, taking fists and cocks without resistance. In one evening he had transformed a neg stud boy into a filthy faggot full of dirty toxic seed. He knew that when Matt woke up the next day that he'd be conflicted, still not totally convinced of what he had done. Trent knew that the crash from his high would also leave him feeling weak and vulnerable. Trent knew he would have to coach him through it the first time, taking care of him, making sure he didn't run off to his parents or the emergency room, desperately hoping PEP could still save him. After a few more hours, Trent and Dan helped Matt down from his sling, helping him walk back through the building, out a back exit and to the car. Matt was still in just his jock, cum, sweat, and piss covering his body. Dan and Trent had changed already, looking like the clean cut guys they held themselves out to the world to be. They chatted, talking about meeting up the next day. While Matt was sleeping off his crash, he and Dan would edit the footage they had taken tonight, getting it ready to put online. Trent smirked, so happy to have the footage he had taken tonight. He knew it would be the ace in the hole he needed to convince Matt to accept his new lot in life as a cum dump poz whore. Dan helped load Matt in the car, laying him down in the back and then taking off. Trent got in the in the car, picking up his phone. He saw Dan had been sending him messages with pictures of Matt taking cock, slamming, and being used as a poz cumdump. Smiling, he pick up Matt's phone, sending some of his favorites to it. He began flipping through the contacts, eventually coming across a Bryan, Chris, Louis and a Diego. Creating a group text, Trent selected some of his favorite photos to send to the studs Matt had lusted for earlier. Trent had no idea how this would play out for Matt, but he was getting off on the prospect of outing Matt to his teammates. Hitting send, Trent put down the phone, started his car, and headed for home with his new fag passed out in the bag, leaking toxic cum from his hole and freshly outed to his teammates.

In the car, Matt's head continued to spin. The rush, whether from the T or knowingly taking raw loads, consumed him. He was so desperately horny, despite the blow job Trent had given him and the fucking he had just received. His cock, feeling the effects of the Tina was only a quarter as hard as it normally would have been, despite Matt feeling the horniest, the sexiest, and the most exhilarated he had ever felt. Of course, his rational mind kept nagging at his thoughts even with all the T and G clouding his judgement. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He had let a stranger fuck him raw and cum in him, only to discover that Trent was poz. "He intentionally misled me! Oh fuck, OH FUCK! I'm going to be poz! I'm going to get sick! Really sick, oh shit. He lied to me! Fuck him, sick fuck. What if his strain is a deadly one? What if it is resistant to the meds? Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, god damn, I'll have to tell my parents! Fuck! It's their insurance! Shit... they'll see the drugs, they'll figure it out. How do I explain this? Oh shit," Matt thought, his mind racing. Yet despite all of these thoughts, he was horny, willing to take more dick at a moments notice, from anyone. He felt so sexy, sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his tank and shorts, jockstrap on, Trent's poz load leaking out of his ass, seeping into his shorts and creating a wet spot. Trent could see the gears in Matt's head turning. He knew this car ride would give him some time to reflect, to process all that had happened. Trent was fairly impressed with Matt's calmness. He had pozzed a few others before he had been diagnosed. He reached out to warn them, most were regular fuck buddies, some were rando's, a few he never even knew the names of and had no way of reaching. Their reactions were pretty mixed. Some freaked, blaming him. A few took it in stride. One even laughed and said it was about time. At first, Trent felt conflicted. He felt bad for exposing these people to a dangerous disease. But after a while, remembering those fuck sessions, the raw uninhibited sex, started making Trent hard. The thought that he was unintentionally infecting them with his DNA, his special bug, his toxic death babies sent him over the edge. He always came so hard remembering that. Soon Trent's fantasies starting taking hold. He imagined himself intentionally pozzing other guys, secretly or with their consent. The thought of it got him so boned. It wasn't long until he was on grindr, scruff, bbrt, and other sites, a predator looking for his prey. It didn't take long, with his profile still saying "neg + prep," to find some boys willing to take his raw cock. Some were on prep, some weren't. Either way, they didn't know they were taking toxic loads. It was then that he knew he wanted to be a gift giver, spreading his seed around as far as possible, giving his bug the ability to propagate. And of course, it wasn't long until he met other poz gifters like himself. He quickly got introduced into the community. He was one of the youngest in the Houston area, and he quickly became a popular fuck buddy for many of the more experienced poz guys. And of course, it wasn't long until he was introduced to tina, the favorite drug of the poz gifted community. Trent looked over a Matt again, his latest victim and a rare find. There weren't many current high school students cruising online, and even fewer willing to take raw cock. Most of his prey were at least in their early twenties, most out of college already. He knew Matt would be real popular with his friends. He had already sent out a group text to his friends with a picture of Matt, telling them he was taking his boy to the Warehouse, a favorite bathhouse of his that had a laissez faire attitude towards drug use in private rooms. Not many would turn down the invite. Being there for the corruption of someone was always hot, especially if the boy hadn't even graduate from high school. No doubt some guys would get off knowing that their toxic loads would be leaking out of his hole, into his underwear or bed sheets, for his mom to wash later. Trent looked over at Matt, deciding he had enough time to think. "Look fag, I'm guessing you're freaking out a little." "Umm.. yeah, a bit," Matt replied, his heart racing. "Well, you're definitely going to convert. That slam with my blood guarantees it. Remember boy, you asked for it." "Yes sir" "You're going to come down with a flu in a few weeks. It's the fuck flu, and it'll meaning my bug is finally mixed into your DNA. You'll be poz for life. Pregnant with my toxic babies. In a couple of months, you'll go to the doctor. You might tell yourself that you might not have it, that maybe you're one of the lucky immune ones or a long term non-progressor. But you won't be. Your test will come back positive. You'll space out in the office. The doctor will tell you that it's, 'a serious but treatable condition' and that, 'you can have a normal life.' You'll nod and agree without hearing a word. You will schedule a follow up appoint, they'll want to get you started on a drug regimen. You'll go back... or you won't. You may be a model patient, taking your pills everyday, at the same time, having an undetectable viral load. Or you might be non-compliant, skipping days, my bug evolving resistance when drug levels in your blood wane. Maybe you'll have some extremely virulent load that'll make you waste away before your very eyes. I don't know. But when you are walking out of that doctor's appointment, I want you to think of me and my bug, and how way changed your entire fucking life." Matt, slacked jawed, didn't know what to say... but his cock was rock solid. Trent's hand went down to his shorts, pulling out his toxic cock. Trent, looking over at Matt, said, "Now worship this cock. I want you to thank it and kiss it, show it your gratitude. Thank it for the privilege of taking my dirty load, thank it for giving you my bug, and for making you sick. Thank it for initiating you into the bareback brotherhood." Matt dazed, drugged up, and intolerable horny, immediately lowered his head to Trent's cock, thanking it, kissing it, and gently sucking on the head. One toxic drop of precum leaked out, and Matt licked it up greedily. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just lustily consumed toxic, HIV+ cum like a man in the desert guzzling water. But his cock was rock hard, and his hole was twitching, desperate for more cock. Matt realized that is what the Tina did. It shut of control off his mind and allowed his cock and hole to take command. Anything that made his cock hard or his hole full was now his one and only concern. He would let a dozen AIDS ravaged, thick cocked strangers fuck him in front of his parents, siblings, teammates, and grandparents if it was the only way to get more cock. He simply didn't care about anything else. Trent pulled off the main road, on to a slow street. They were nearly at the Warehouse, and he wanted to get Matt nice and horny. "Take off your tank and your shorts. You can leave the jock and shoes on," Trent commanded. Matt, while confused, but into the domination, began removing his tank. "Faster faggot," Trent snapped, slapping Matt on the back side of his head. Matt's cock jumped at the smack, and he hurried up, kicking off his shorts as he removed his tank. "Clothes," Trent said, holding out his open hand. Matt obeyed, handing Trent his clothes. Rolling down the window with one hand, Trent threw the clothes out in the middle of the street when they were parked at a red light. Matt, looking alarmed asked, "...but how do I..." Trent, stepping on the gas, repling "It's okay faggot. You don't needed those anyways. The most clothing you'll ever need is a jockstrap and some shoes." Trent put his hand down on Matt's semi hard bulge, giving it a few gentle squeezes, rewarding his boy for obeying without complaint. Matt, inhibitions lowered, enjoyed the attention even as cars and trucks drove past, giving most of them an unobstructed view of his nearly naked body. They eventually pulled into a parking lot, which wound around a fairly large, mostly windowless brick building. They pulled into the back, near a corner far away from the building. To the back was an open field and to the right was a lumberyard, with no one to see Matt in the dark of the night. However, on the other side was a wide street and an office building, with several of the windows still lit and a side walk with some foot traffic on it. Trent opened his car door, causing the interior lights to come on, fully exposing Matt to anyone who would have seen him. "Stay," Trent commanded him like he would have a dog, getting out of the car and opening the back passenger door. Rumbling around in his bag he pulled out the bottle of G Matt had seen at the apartment and a stack of plastic cups. He took a cup, carefully measuring out a pour of G. He handed a cup to Matt and told him to swallow. Matt downed the cup, tasting the salty aftertaste. Trent grabbed his bag, commanded Matt to, "get out the fucking car," and shut the door. Matt dutifully obeyed, nearly falling over as he stood up. Trent walked over to him, helping the stabilize an increasingly drugged up Matt. They walked through the parking lot, Matt only in his jock, dry cum shining on his upper inner thigh. Matt looked over to see people on the side walk, a few people possibly turning their heads and catching a glimpse of this drugged-up and loaded twinkish high school student. Trent held the door open for Matt, who stumbled in. As Trent talked to the desk manager, Matt made eye contact with a black guy on the other side of the room. He was wearing a polo and jeans, but Matt could see he was absolutely massive, with biceps the size of his head and a heaving chest. Without even realizing it, Matt was touching himself through his jockstrap in the middle of the lobby, exposed as the cock-hungry cum slut he was. Matt followed Trent like an obedient dog as they navigated through the bathhouse. Catching the site of random guys, Matt's cock began to swell. His whole perception was warped by the amphetamines racing through his blood. He thought back on this morning, when he would have been shocked at the thought of taking known poz loads in his hole. Yet, now he was ready to take toxic loads from anonymous strangers. He wanted their death seed in his hole, mixing with Trent's, making a beautiful cocktail of HIV+ jizz. They arrived at the door of a small room Trent had rented for their own private use. Setting down his bag, he told Matt to lay down on the bench. "Matt," he began, "are you ready for another slam?" "Yes, I want it." Trent gave him a slap to the side of his head, striking his ear. Gently grabbing Matt by his throat he said, "From now on, you'll refer to me as sir. You are my faggot, I created you and I own you know. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," Matt responded, his swelling cock revealing just how much he enjoyed the abuse. Trent took Matt's arm, tying it off, making Matt's veins pop out. Trent took a moment to admire his creation, the boy he had impregnated with his DNA. He looked so sexy, on his back, in his jockstrap, already begging for his next slam like an addict. Trent could tell he was going to become addicted, that he was going to need T in his life from now on. He could see how much ecstasy Matt was in; he knew that after this weekend Matt's normal life would seem too dull. That from now on, Matt was going to consider slamming and bareback sex the pinnacle of enjoyment. Tina would sink her claws into him. He'd crave it, slam, and then crave raw cock. And raw cock would make him crave tina. An enticing circle that would define him from now on. And there he was, this beautiful soccer stud, in a jockstrap, his short dark blond hair, with his loving family and his schoolmates and teammates at home, begging for another hit of meth and craving raw cock from any stranger. He wanted men older than his father fucking their toxic loads into his boyhole, even thanking them for it. Trent, having tied himself off, stuck the point in his arm, drawing out a scarlet plume of his blood before removing the needle from his arm. He then carefully took it, finding one of Matt's veins, and sticking it in. Pulling back on the plunger, looking for the color to darken before slowly pushing the meth-blood hybrid into his boy's arm. Even in the darkened room, Trent could see Matt's pupils dilated, could see his tina-filled cock become a bit softer. He reached down, grabbed the waist band of Matt's jock, removing it so he could see his limp little boy cock. "Go on Matt, get yourself hard" Trent told him, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much with it. It was perfect, his fag was becoming the hole-centered cumslut he was meant to be. Trent grabbed a gel cocking from his bag, giving it to Matt to put on. Trent knew it wouldn't do much to keep Matt hard, but he thought the aesthetic was hot none the less. Matt continued to tug on his limp little boy cock as he saw another man walk in. Matt could see he had a thick muscular chest and a shaved head. He looked older, Matt guessed that he was in his fifties and he was a complete fucking god. Matt knew he wanted his daddy dick in his newly broken in fucked. He dropped his towel, just as Trent turned around saying, "Hey Dan. You're the first to arrive." "Fuck you weren't lying T. He is one hot fag. You seriously pozzed and slammed this kid?" Dan asked. "Yep," Trent smirked holding up the point he had just used on Matt, "and I made sure my DNA got into his blood with this, his second slam of the night with my blood mixed in." "Fuck, I'm jealous," Dan said, "I've been wanting to add an 18 year old to my collection." "So have I. You need to do a better job of keeping up," Trent joked. He and Dan met a few months ago at a gifting party in Dallas. They were both from the Houston area and both enjoyed converting neg guys into poz brothers. They had a friendly little rivalry seeing who had impregnated the most "sons" with their toxic babies. Dan was further ahead, but Trent had been catching up. And they loved sharing their prizes with one another, showing off and initiating them into the poz community. Matt, still feeling the rush, barely heard them over his racing head, the heat emanating from his body, and the music coming in from the hallway where men continued to pass by. All Matt focused on was Dan's pierced cock, his pierced nipples, and the biohazard tat directly above his thick cock. "You want the honor of fucking him first?" Trent asked, knowing his seed was already well on its way to being planted in Matt's DNA. Grabbing Matt's foot, he moved him around like an object, sticking a shard of T up his ass, knowing it would make his hole loose and cut into the sides at the same time, providing easier massage for Dan and his toxic jizz. Dan replied by flipping Matt onto his stomach and then lifting up his waist to get him into position, moving him around like a rag doll. Matt was already moaning like a bitch in heat just in the anticipation of taking Dan's cock up his hole. Dan press his cock up on Matt's hole. "Beg for my poz cock, boy." "Please sir, give me your cock." "You want this toxic load faggot?" Dany replied. This sent Matt into over drive. "Yes sir, please sir, I want you toxic load. I want your AIDs, please daddy." Happy with that, Dan slammed into Matt, watching the mix of pain and pleasure on his innocent looking face. He knew he was going to be relentless and he knew this boy would love it. "Damn," Dan thought, "T was lucky to find this fag." Dan's mind raced, thinking of the plans he knew Trent would have in store for his freshly pozzed, tina addicted high school fuck hole. Meanwhile, Matt's thought were totally replaced by the pain and pleasure emanating from his hole. It felt so good to have Dan's toxic cock in his hole, stretching it out, making him fly. It felt so good Matt was slipping out of thought and of mind, his reality becoming ever more dream-like. Slipping in and out, his reality narrowing down to his hole. He heard the distant sound of Trent laughing and a muffled "...little to much G..." before quickly, quietly slipping into blackness.

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

Matt quickly changed in the locker room having just finished practicing for the day. He had played soccer since before he could remember, and it had made his body into something incredible. He was toned and muscular from spending his mornings lifting at the gym but leaner than most of his buddies who played football due to all the running he did in practice. Matt loved looking at himself in the mirror, taking shirtless pics of himself. He'd due a set of pushups and then some crunches right before to highlight his chest and abs. He loved how he looked in those pictures. He put a bunch of them online, though all with his head cropped out. He'd put his pics on reddit or on an anonymous tumblr page he had made. He loved seeing the responses. Guys begging for more, asking him for nude pics and for him to show his face. He had responded to a couple of request with some headless nude pics, his cock sticking straight up against his abs. He even posted one of himself in his underwear, with his face showing. It didn't take long before he saw his pic on every other twink or jock-themed tumblr page. At first it freaked him out to be exposed like that, but after a few weeks he realized that either no one from his high school was likely to see it. He got in his car and began his drive home. The route was so familiar to him that he barely needed to focus on it. As usual, Matt started fantasizing. He had known he was gay for years, and had come to embrace it. As soon as he turned 18 he had explored grindr and scruff. Luckily for him, Matt lived right outside of Houston, so it was easy for him to drive into the city for a day where plenty of guys were available. This was a nice setup. It allowed Matt to disappear into the city to find guys to mess around with. It would have been more convenient to just search for guys near his hometown, but Matt wanted to remain discreet about being gay, at least until he went to college the next year. He and some of his buddies on the soccer team had, of course, jerked off in the same room together from time to time, but they all identified as straight. They always watched straight porn. Little did the know that Matt was usually getting of to watching them jerk and not whatever was playing on the computer. Matt pulled into his driveway. As usual, the house was empty. Matt was the youngest of four kids and his sisters and brother were all in college or had jobs. This left him and his parents, who were typically gone on work trips or vacation. Matt enter the house and went up to his room. He got undressed and stepped into the shower. It felt so good to get clean after practice. In addition to being done for the day, it was Friday and Monday was a holiday. This meant no school or practice for three whole days. Matt had already decided what he was going to do this weekend. He had blown off plans with a few of his soccer buddies and lied to Megan, who was always trying to flirt with him, about being out of town for the weekend. Instead of hanging out with friends, he was going to hookup at as much as possible this weekend. And, he was even more excited about the new site he was using. Stepping out of the shower, Matt toweled himself off and looked into the mirror. He could see that his dark blond hair was beginning to get lighter in color from spending so much time outside at practice under the summer sun. That, along with his blue eyes and lean, muscular body made him really popular with the girls at school. Matt definitely like all the attention that brought him. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of himself. A few with the towel around his waist, then a few more without the towel. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a jockstrap. It was a dark blue and white Addicted brand jockstrap that he had order online with a few others. He told his dad he needed them for working out, and his dad even lent him his card to make the purchase. Matt laughed thinking what if his dad really knew what he was using them for. He took a few more pictures in the mirror and finally thought he had enough for his profile. Matt grabbed his laptop and upload the pics from his phone. He was hands were shaking with excitement as he logged on to his new site, bbrt. He put his new pics on his profile, replacing the stand-in he had placed earlier when making the account. Matt was excited about using bbrt. For the past half year using grindr, he had met a lot of hot guys and had some fun times. Always responsible and always with condoms. But he had started noticing that the porn that turned him on the most was bareback. In fact, Matt had noticed that he couldn't get off to porn with condoms. It just came to seem unnatural, artificial and boring. At first, Matt felt guilty, especially after nutting. He knew that bareback was risky. But he figured that it was only porn, right? So as long as he was safe in real life all was good. But he noticed that the initial thrill of hooking up was wearing off as well. It was still fun, but it didn't compare to the first time he had driven into the city and met a sexy college student to fuck for the first time. It wasn't until two months ago that he realized what was missing. He was fucking a guy in his apartment somewhere near 410 when the condom broke. Matt, realizing this, told his fuckbudd, pulled out, and reached for a new condom. But the guy told him to keep fucking him raw. Hearing that sent Matt into overdrive. Fucking bareback, the feeling of his cock raw in a strangers ass, Matt could barely hold back. He lasted for only a few more minutes before blowing his load. From then on, Matt had been exclusively fantasizing about bareback sex. At first the idea steel made him feel anxious. However, he stumbled upon a few site where guys talked openly about fucking bareback and how it was possible to minimize risk. Only fucking with someone you know and trust, monogamy, get tested, prep, etc. This help Matt get past some of his fear. So, he had signed up on bbrt, looking for guys who were neg and on prep. Matt figured if they were on prep, they were protected, meaning so was he. Once that idea took hold, Matt was ready to fuck bareback. He especially wanted to get fucked bareback. Daily practice with a dildo while watching porn had really turned him onto getting fucked. Matt started scrolling through the site, looking for guys. He noticed a lot of sexy daddy types. Something about them got Matt boned. One, who must have been in his fifties, had pierced nipples and a pierced cock. The image of getting fucked by him in his parents bed flashed through his mind and got Matt really fucking horny. He came across some other guys, with a surprising amount of guys in their twenties. Matt didn't think bb had become so widespread. He sent off a few messages before closing his laptop and going downstairs for something to eat. Matt returned around an hour later to find half a dozen messages in his inbox. One guy, TrenT26raw, looked promising. He looked like he could be 30, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A very clean cut look, with short hair. Profile stating he was "neg + prep." He had a nice variety of photos, one full nude, some of him shirtless, a few fully clothed ones with him and some friends at a bar. He had a couple of tats, one on his arm and another on his chest. He seemed really easy going and laid back. They exchanged numbers and sent a few more pics. Matt sent him some full body ones of himself, naked and in his jock, face smiling at the camera. He sent Matt a few. They started making plans. He could host and was free tonight, which was perfect. Matt quickly hoped in the shower, getting his hole ready. He was shaking from excitement. He decide to wear just a tank, soccer shorts and my jockstrap. He put on some kicks, and was on the road within 10 minutes. On the way over, Matt stopped by an adult bookstore to buy a bottle of poppers, knowing it would help loosen him up. 30 minutes later Matt was at the door, knocking. The door opened up and Matt walked inside.