Cutedelicategay

(This is the story based on true events in 2018 summer in Washington DC. My husband Justin was still alive and he helped me satisfy my daddy craving and our first open relationship encounter) The moment we stumbled into the hotel room, my legs were already up over Justin's shoulders. He'd been rock hard since picking him up at the airport, his military-honed body pressing me into the mattress. 'Fuck, I've missed this tight hole,' he growled, slamming his thick cock into me raw, no lube, just his spit and my eagerness. I gasped, my lean athletic frame arching as he pounded deep, balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me, owning me like the submissive slut I am. 'Take it, boy,' he grunted, his hips snapping forward, breeding me hard after three days apart. I moaned loud, my own dick leaking pre-cum on my abs as he filled me up, his hot load shooting deep inside until it dripped out around his shaft. We showered together after, his strong hands soaping my body, fingers teasing my sore hole while I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock clean. 'Good man-wife,' he murmured, pulling me up for a deep kiss tasting of cum and soap. We dried off quick, then got ready for the night. Mid-August heat had me dressing slutty—tiny booty shorts hugging my ass, a cropped tank showing off my flat stomach, and sandals. Justin looked dominant as hell in shorts, polo, and sneakers, his bulge already straining. Nellie's was packed for the drag show, the air thick with sweat and cologne. We grabbed drinks at the bar, and that's when Justin started chatting up this mid-50s daddy—Dan, I learned later. Built like a tank, muscular arms straining his shirt, salt-and-pepper hair, and a confident smirk that made my hole twitch. His son Timothy joined after the bathroom, this androgynous 20-year-old twink, shy and blushing, femme like me but even younger, studying in DC. I sat at our table watching, sipping my beer, as Justin invited them over. The sexual spark in his eyes was the same one he gave me when he wanted to fuck—now aimed at Timothy. Dan shook my hand, holding it too long, his thumb stroking my fingers, eyes raking over my body. Tension crackled; I felt it in my gut, my cock stirring under the table. Justin and Timothy bantered, laughing easy, while Dan's gaze locked on me, winking as Justin bragged, 'My boy's a total slut, keeps me satisfied as my man-wife. Loves getting bred raw.' Drinks flowed, inhibitions melted. Talk turned flirty, heavy—Justin spilling about our shifting kinks, how I craved strong daddies and he wanted submissive sons. Our first open play. Timothy blushed crimson, but Dan just grinned, his hand brushing my thigh under the table. I got mad when they stepped away to talk, but Justin pulled me close, pinching my nipples through my tank, fingers dipping into my shorts to grope my ass. 'Relax, baby,' he whispered, French kissing me deep until I melted, hard again. They agreed to join us back at the hotel. I slipped out for a joint, and Dan followed. In the alley, we smoked, his body pressing behind mine, big hands squeezing my ass cheeks through the thin fabric, thumbs circling my hole. 'Such a eager little slut,' he rumbled in my ear, his breath hot, cock grinding against me. 'Bet you need a real daddy to fill you up.' I shivered, nodding, my voice breathy as we talked dirty about what we'd do. Back inside, Justin was already making out with Timothy on the bar stools, tongues sloppy, hands roaming. We piled into the cab, tension electric, and hit the room. Justin and Timothy crashed on the couch, clothes flying—Justin's polo off, Timothy's shirt gone, revealing a smooth, twink chest. Justin shoved the kid down, yanking off his pants, Timothy's slim cock springing free. 'Suck it, son,' Justin commanded, but no—wait, he flipped it, pushing Timothy's head to his thick military dick. Timothy obeyed, slurping eagerly, gagging as Justin face-fucked him rough. Dan grabbed me, steering to the bed. 'Time for daddy to claim his boy,' he said, voice gravelly, stripping me fast. My booty shorts hit the floor, cock bobbing hard. He shoved me down on all fours, his massive frame looming, pants off to reveal a veiny, thick daddy cock, uncut and leaking. No words—just spit on his hand, smearing my ass, then ramming in bareback. I cried out, the burn turning to bliss as he stretched me wide, deeper than Justin ever had, his hairy balls smacking my taint. Across the room, Justin had Timothy bent over the couch arm, pounding that tight twink ass raw. 'Fuck yeah, take daddy's cock,' Justin groaned—no, he was the dominant top, but the age play flipped natural, him owning the shy boy. Timothy whimpered, 'Yes, sir, breed me,' his voice high and needy, ass cheeks rippling with each slam. Dan gripped my hips, bruising, fucking me primal, like an animal. 'That's it, boy, milk daddy's dick,' he snarled, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. His cock hit my prostate hard, making me leak ropes of pre-cum on the sheets. I pushed back, submissive hole clenching, begging for his load. He slapped my ass red, the sting fueling my moans. 'Gonna fill this slutty hole, make you mine tonight.' Justin laughed rough from the couch, his thrusts audible, wet slaps echoing as he railed Timothy, the kid's cries mixing with mine. Dan leaned over, biting my shoulder, his sweat dripping on my back, cock pistoning faster. I was lost, body shaking, so close— But they weren't done yet, the night just starting to heat up.

The air in Steamworks Toronto hung heavy with the musk of sweat and cum, the kind of scent that hits you right in the gut during Cumunion nights. Bodies moved in shadows, grunts and moans echoing off the tiled walls like a filthy symphony. I was deep in it, my hole already twitching from the tease of the crowd, craving that raw bareback stretch. As a total sub bottom, I lived for this—getting used, loaded up, no barriers, just pure cock owning my ass. I slipped into a dark corner, the blackness wrapping around me like a promise of anonymous pounding. That's when I felt it first—a thick, cut 7-inch cock brushing my lips, already leaking precum like a faucet. The guy didn't say a word, just grabbed my hair and shoved it forward. I opened wide, my mouth watering as I wrapped my lips around that fat head. Fuck, it was girthier than I expected, stretching my jaw as I sucked hard, tongue swirling over the slit to lap up every salty drop. He groaned low, hips bucking, feeding me more of that slick precum that coated my throat. I hummed around him, slurping greedily, my own dick soft but leaking a steady stream down my thigh. No hardness for me tonight; I was here to take it all, power bottom style, my body built for the abuse. He didn't let me suck long. With a rough push, he spun me around and bent me over the nearby fuck bench, the leather cool against my chest. My ass was up, exposed, begging. He spat on my hole—once, twice—then slammed in bare, that thick 7 inches splitting me open in one brutal thrust. I gasped, fists clenching the bench as he started pounding, balls slapping my ass with every deep drive. 'Take it, slut,' he growled, voice rough in the dark. I moaned back, 'Fuck yeah, breed me deep.' His cock pistoned relentlessly, stretching my walls, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. Precum dripped from my soft cock in ropes, pooling on the floor as he hammered harder. After what felt like minutes of raw friction, he buried deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding my guts. I clenched around him, milking every spurt, my body shuddering in a full-body wave of pleasure—no orgasm, just that electric rush. He pulled out with a wet pop, cum trickling down my thigh, but before I could catch my breath, another cock replaced him. This one was just as hard, thicker maybe, shoving in without mercy. The second guy grabbed my hips, yanking me back onto his shaft as he fucked deep and relentless. 'Gonna fill this hole,' he grunted, pace brutal. I pushed back, power bottom instincts kicking in, grinding my ass to take him balls-deep. His thrusts were powerful, churning the first load inside me, making sloppy sounds echo. I leaked more precum, my body on fire, every slam sending jolts through me. He didn't last long—roared and pumped his heavy load, thick ropes coating my insides. I trembled, ass full and dripping, savoring the warmth as he slid out. I staggered to the showers after, the quick rinse doing nothing to wash away the cum still leaking from my used hole. Water cascaded over me, but my mind was on more—always more. Dried off, I headed to another dark area, the crowd thicker here, cocks poking from glory holes and shadows. I dropped to my knees, sucking whatever presented itself: a veiny 6-incher first, then a curved one that hit the back of my throat. I slurped and gagged, tasting sweat and precum from strangers, my lips numb but eager. Moans mixed with the wet sounds of my mouth working them over. Someone yanked me up by the arm, spinning me to face a wall. 'Bend over, boy,' a deep voice commanded. I complied, ass out, and felt the head of an almost 8-inch beast nudge my sloppy hole. He thrust in hard, no lube needed with the loads already greasing me. Fuck, it was massive, thick meat burying deep, stretching me to the limit. I cried out, hands braced on the wall as he started pounding—long, hard strokes that made my knees buckle. 'Yeah, take this dick,' he snarled, one hand on my neck, pinning me. Precum poured from my soft cock, soaking my legs as he railed me for nearly 20 minutes, relentless, hitting my prostate with every plunge. My body quaked, full-body orgasms rippling through me, no cum from me but waves of ecstasy that left me gasping. Finally, he growled and unloaded, flooding me with his nut, deep and hot. As he pulled out, strong hands gripped me—darker skin, I could tell in the faint light. It was the BBC, a monster of a cock, at least 9 inches, thick as my wrist, already rock-hard and veined. He didn't ask; he dragged me through the crowd to the sling area, the murmurs and eyes following us. 'Get in, gonna wreck this ass,' he rumbled, voice like thunder. I climbed in, legs up in the straps, hole winking and leaking. He stepped between my thighs, rubbing that fat black head against my cum-slick entrance before slamming home. The stretch burned so good, filling me completely as he started pounding—hard, powerful fucks that rocked the sling. The crowd gathered, stroking themselves, some shooting ropes of cum across my chest and abs as they watched. 'Look at him take it,' one muttered. I locked eyes with the BBC, moaning, 'Pound me, fuck, harder!' He obliged, hips snapping with raw power, his balls slapping my ass in a wet rhythm. Each thrust massaged my nut deep inside, building those full-body highs, my precum leaking in a steady stream onto my belly. He fucked me mercilesslike, sweat dripping from him onto me, the sling creaking under the force. After what felt like forever of that brutal bareback ride, he buried deep and erupted—his fourth load for me, thick and endless, mixing with the others in my guts. But as he pulled out, more shadows closed in, cocks hard and ready, the night far from over...

I enjoy the end of the bar time when men are generally drunk horny and bartenders are getting ready to find a hole as well. Have had quite a few encounters during that time..

Join me in end of February and early March when I go on a sex filled Europe trip to Amsterdam Berlin etc after attending a wedding in Munich in mid February

Back home, the days blurred into a monotonous routine—work, errands, quiet evenings alone in the house that still echoed with memories of my late husband. But Karl lingered in every corner of my mind, his touch a ghost on my skin, his voice a whisper in my ear. I missed him fiercely, the ache settling deep in my chest like a bruise that wouldn't fade. We bridged the distance with daily video calls, our faces lighting up screens across the ocean. 'God, I need to feel you again,' he'd say, his eyes dark with hunger, describing in hushed tones how he'd pin me down and fuck me slow, his cock grinding deep until I begged. I'd stroke myself for him, matching his rhythm on camera, our moans syncing despite the lag. 'Soon,' I'd promise, cum spilling over my fist as he unloaded on his end, both of us panting, connected in that raw, digital intimacy. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas popped up sporadically in my inbox—quick texts checking in, sharing laughs about old times. Mostly clean, friendly banter, but every so often, a flash of heat: Jax reminiscing about how my ass clenched around his shaft during that wild night, Tomas teasing about the way I'd sucked him dry while Lukas watched. It stirred memories, made my cock twitch, but it was Karl who owned my desires, his absence the loudest. Exactly 34 days after his last thick load had flooded my ass in that airport washroom, I dragged myself home from work, bone-tired in a way that went beyond the usual grind. My body felt heavy, off-kilter, like I'd run a marathon in my sleep. By bedtime, the fever hit hard—skin burning, chills rattling my teeth, aches throbbing in every muscle. Night sweats soaked the sheets, leaving me shivering and drenched. I knew it instantly, deep in my gut: seroconversion. My body was fighting, accepting the virus, that 'love bug' Karl and I had whispered about in our most vulnerable moments. Curled under the covers, I prayed it was his—his unmedicated seed taking root, binding us eternally. 'Let it be you,' I murmured into the dark, tears mixing with sweat on my pillow. It took four agonizing days to claw my way back—fever breaking, strength returning in fits and starts. I hauled myself to the clinic for testing, the sterile air doing nothing to calm the storm inside. Eight days after the symptoms started, my phone rang mid-afternoon: the clinic, summoning me for the evening results. My heart hammered as I sat in the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Thoughts flooded me—Karl's intense gaze locking with mine as he thrust deep, his cock pulsing, unloading rope after rope of his viral cum into my willing hole. The memory hit like lightning; my dick hardened instantly, straining against my pants, tenting obscenely to the left. I shifted, but it only made it worse, the fabric rubbing the sensitive head until pre-cum leaked, darkening the front. When my name was called, I stood, erection bobbing visibly as I walked the hallway, every eye in the room flicking toward the bulge. Let them stare, I thought, a defiant thrill surging through me. In the office, the cute male nurse—lean, with sharp features and a knowing glint—handed over the envelope, his gaze dropping briefly to my crotch. He winked, smirking as he said, 'Congrats... or whatever this is for you.' I snatched the papers, pulse roaring: HIV positive. All STIs negative. A raw, animalistic sexual energy ignited along my spine, electric and primal, making my balls tighten and my cock throb harder. This was it—confirmation of the change, the mark of passion's price, and I felt alive, potent, desired in a way that bordered on feral. I bolted home, hands shaking as I dialed Karl on video. His face appeared, concern etching his brow until I held up the results, voice breaking. 'It's positive. I'm seroconverted.' His eyes widened, then softened with a mix of relief and fierce love. 'Fuck... is it mine?' he breathed, leaning closer to the screen. 'I hope so. God, I hope your body's carrying me now, my load making you mine forever.' Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded, the infinity necklace he'd given me—warm against my chest—suddenly heavier, a symbol come alive. 'It's you, Karl. I feel it. Your cum, your love, flowing through me.' The call turned heated fast, emotion fueling the fire. 'Show me,' he demanded, voice husky. I stripped, cock springing free, rock-hard and leaking. He did the same, his thick shaft already rigid, veins pulsing. We synced up, hands flying over our lengths, eyes never leaving each other. 'Remember how I fucked you that last time?' he growled, stroking faster. 'Bent over, my face in your hair, slamming in deep—no resistance, just your ass swallowing me whole.' I moaned, thumb circling my slit. 'Yes, filling me with your seed. Now it's part of me, changing me.' He groaned, pre-cum beading at his tip. 'Jerk that positive cock for me. Shoot your first load knowing you're mine inside.' The words pushed me over—orgasm crashing through, cum erupting in thick arcs across my stomach, my body arching as I cried his name. He followed seconds later, ropes splattering his chest, our releases mirroring the bond we'd forged. We panted, whispering 'I love you's, the screen blurring with happy tears. The next days blurred with follow-ups—more bloodwork, an appointment with the infectious disease specialist. She laid it out straight: viral load at 986,000, CD4 count holding at 524. 'We can start ART right away,' she offered, sliding over the prescription. But I shook my head, mind already on the red-eye flight I'd booked. 'I'm heading to Munich tonight. Two weeks with my partner.' She nodded, understanding flickering in her eyes. 'Be safe. Come back after to start meds.' The plane touched down in Munich under a starry sky, exhaustion from the overnight flight melting away as I spotted Karl in arrivals. He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest, lips claiming mine in a kiss that tasted of homecoming and hunger. 'You're here,' he murmured, hand sliding down to grip my ass possessively. 'And you're mine—body and soul.' We tumbled into his apartment, clothes shedding in a frenzy. He pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, his mouth descending to lick and suck at my hole, tongue probing deep as if tasting his own essence still lingering. 'Gonna fuck you raw, every day for two weeks,' he promised, rising to align his cock. He entered me slow, savoring the slide, our eyes locked like that first emotional time. 'Feel me? This is us, forever now.' I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, moans spilling as he thrust with sensual rhythm—long, grinding strokes that hit every nerve. Sweat slicked our skin, bodies moving in perfect sync, his hands roaming, pinching nipples, gripping hips. 'Love you,' I gasped, clenching around him as pleasure built. He sped up, pounding harder, balls slapping wetly. 'Cum inside me again, Karl. Mark me more.' With a roar, he buried deep, flooding my ass with hot spurts, his release triggering mine—cock untouched, spurting between us. We collapsed, tangled and sated, his head on my chest, fingers tracing the necklace. 'No more distance,' he whispered. 'We'll figure it out—meds, moves, whatever. You're my heart.' I kissed his hair, peace settling over the passion. In his arms, the future felt possible, our love a virus that healed as much as it bound. Two weeks stretched ahead—endless nights of fucking, laughing, loving—proof that some connections transcended borders, risks, and even time. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ These stories are based on true events. Names remain the same as well. I have added erotica for buddies to imagine their own potential conversion and relieve a thick load in my name. I lost my husband in a ski accident. In the hospital last moments, his hand in my hand, I had promised him that I would take care of his parents until their death. I can still feel his grateful eyes falling into eternal sleep. He passed away holding my hand. My promise to him kept me going every day losing interest in everything except his memories and his parents. I was unable to move on however, Karl ignited the flame back inside me. I had his parents blessing had I chosen to be with Karl. My heart wanted to be with Karl but my logic stopped me from breaking my promise. Finally my promise won and I decided against anything long term with Karl since I couldn't move with him to Munich. Karl is a successful engineer in Munich and given his position, starting a new life in Canada was detrimental to his professional career. We met every year except two years of COVID. He stayed single waiting for me however, I encouraged him to find a partner. He now has a cute partner. Karl told him everything about me and his partner is quite understanding that he gave us the space whenever I visited Karl. His partner told me that he was knowingly and happily sharing Karl with me who was suppose to belong to me. I feel so much happy for Karl that he was having a loving, caring and understanding partner. Karl is now undetectable. He is getting married to his partner on 14 Feb 26 which is my birthday as well. I am one of his partner's groomsman (or Should I say bridesmaid). Jax is still single and on numerous occasions, have asked me bluntly to be his since I was moving on with Karl. Jax is very innocent. He would never understand what Karl and I had between us. He is a succesful financier and still on Munich/Berlin party circuit. He too is now undetectable. Tomas and Lukas are car mechanics and now a couple with a garage. However, they are in an open relation and enjoys a young ass between them either together or by themselves. That leaves me, still single, stuck between my love. my promise and my obligation towards him and my potential long term second love, Karl who I have let gone physically but have locked him deep inside my memories alongside my dead husband and his memories. While I am sure you will vicariously enjoy my beautiful conversion, I would like to end by saying we as a community have moved on from the outright discrimination and AIDS crisis and have rebound back with force. We still face discrimination even if it is subtle, non-acceptance and threats from outside the community. It is not the time to give up on the progress we have made as a community because the external threats are too powerful and dangerous. Hence ignorance is not bliss anymore. Learn and educate about HIV, STIs, ART, U=U, Prep, DoxyPep and please don't discriminate against someone's HIV status. A polite NO is enough to maintain dignity and respect. At the end of the day, Love has no gender. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

After supper in the airport café, with the clock ticking down to just one hour before security, Karl and I lingered at our table, our knees brushing under the surface. The flirtation started soft, his eyes locking onto mine with that intense gaze that always made my pulse race. 'Your cock's been my wet dream these past days,' I admitted, leaning in, my voice low. 'Thick, hard, filling me just right—it's all I could think about even when you weren't inside me.' He smiled, that warm, caring curve of his lips, reaching across to squeeze my hand. 'And you've been incredible, taking me like that. But it's more than the sex. You're so responsive, so open. You'd make the perfect gay wife—nurturing, passionate, always ready to please.' His words wrapped around me like a promise, and he leaned closer, insistent but tender. 'Consider it, really. Us getting together. I could make you happy, take care of you every day.' I felt a flush creep up my neck, torn between the fantasy and the reality crashing in. Before I could respond, he excused himself to the washroom, his chair scraping back abruptly. He returned in seconds, urgency etched on his face, glancing around before whispering, 'Follow me. Now.' My heart pounded as I trailed him through the terminal, weaving past travelers until we reached a quiet washroom tucked in the arrivals corner—dimly lit, empty, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that sent shivers down my spine. He didn't waste a moment. His hands were on me, pulling me into a fierce make-out, lips crashing together, tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need. I tasted the salt of his skin, the faint bitterness of coffee from supper, as he pressed me against the cool tile wall. 'One last time,' he growled against my mouth, his breath hot. Then he spun me around, my palms flattening on the wall for support, his body molding to my back. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, murmuring, 'God, I need this. Need you.' His fingers worked my pants open swiftly, shoving them down along with my underwear, exposing my ass to the air. I was already hard, leaking pre-cum, but it was my hole that craved him most—stretched and eager from all our sessions, slick with the remnants of his earlier loads. Karl freed his cock, that familiar thick shaft slapping against my cheek before he nudged the head against my entrance. No resistance at all; my body welcomed him, muscles parting easily as he pushed in with one smooth thrust. I gasped, pushing back to take him deeper, the stretch burning just right. 'Fuck, you're so ready for me,' he groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. He fucked me hard and passionate, one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady, the other hand gripping my hip. Each pound drove him in deep, his balls slapping against mine, the wet sounds echoing in the small space. I wanted him too—craved the way he claimed me, the raw possession in every stroke. 'Yes, Karl, give it to me,' I moaned, clenching around him, milking his length. He rutted faster, his breath ragged in my ear, teeth grazing my neck. 'Gonna load you up one last time. Keep me inside you on that flight.' His cock throbbed, swelling, and with a deep grunt, he slammed home, flooding my ass with hot spurts of cum. I felt it pulse, filling me full, some leaking down my thighs as he kept grinding through his release. We stayed locked like that, panting, his forehead pressed to the back of my neck. In the afterglow, he pulled out slowly, turning me to face him. We made out again, slower now, tongues lazy and exploratory, his hands cupping my face as cum dripped from me onto the floor. 'I love you,' he whispered, and I echoed it back, our foreheads touching, savoring the stolen intimacy. We cleaned up quickly, straightening clothes with shaky hands, and headed to security. The line loomed, a barrier between us. At the entrance, he pulled me into one final passionate kiss—deep, lingering, his lips bruising mine with goodbye. I saw the pain in his eyes, raw and unguarded, mirroring the ache in my chest. Tears welled up, spilling over as I blinked them away, whispering, 'I'll think about it. About us.' He nodded, throat working, before stepping back. I walked through the scanner without looking back, the weight of his cum still inside me a secret anchor. The flight home was uneventful, the hum of engines a dull backdrop to my swirling thoughts. Since my husband's death in that tragic ski accident two years ago, I'd been numb—emotionally hollow, drifting through days without feeling. Sex had returned eventually, hookups with men that scratched a physical itch but left me empty, no spark, no depth. I'd built walls high, terrified of letting anyone close again, of the vulnerability that came with emotional ties. But Karl... he shattered those walls. His touch ignited something fierce—a passion for real connection, for a relationship that blended body and soul. As the plane descended, I was torn: my enduring love for my late husband clung to every corner of my home, the familiar streets, the life we'd built. Those memories were a tether, pulling me back. And then there was my solemn promise to him on his deathbed—to care for his aging parents until they passed, a duty I couldn't abandon, chaining me to this place. Karl's world was Germany, his professional career rooted there, unmovable. Neither of us could bridge the gap without sacrifice, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. That night, back in my empty house, I lay awake, reliving every moment of those three intense days with Karl, Tomas, and Lukas. The wild group sessions, the laughter turning to moans; Tomas's rough grip, Lukas's teasing bites; but mostly Karl—his gentle dominance, the way he'd fuck me with such care, then hold me after. Jax? Wait, no—my mind blurred the names in the haze, but it was them, all of them, who awakened me. Yet it was Karl's face that haunted me, his cum still a phantom warmth, leaving me aching for what might never be.

The morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a warm glow over our tangled bodies. I woke to Karl's arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath hot against my neck. My ass still ached from the night before, slick with the remnants of his previous loads, but the hunger between us reignited instantly. He stirred, his thick cock pressing hard against my cheeks, already throbbing with need. 'Good morning, beautiful,' he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and desire. His hand slid down, fingers parting my cheeks, finding my hole wet and ready. I arched back into him, gasping as he teased my rim with slow circles. 'Fuck, you're soaked for me already.' I turned my head, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, our tongues tangling as his fingers plunged inside me, stretching my hole open. 'Take me, Karl. Fill me again.' He growled low, positioning himself behind me, the head of his unmedicated cock nudging my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, his veined shaft splitting me wide. I cried out, the burn of his girth mixing with exquisite pleasure as he started pounding, hips slamming against my ass. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with every stroke, his balls slapping my skin. 'God, your hole grips me so tight,' he groaned, leaning over to bite my shoulder lightly. Sweat beaded on our skin as he fucked me harder, the bed creaking under us. Emotions surged—love, fear of the risks, the raw connection that made this feel inevitable. 'I love how you take my cock, how you want my seed.' I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, my walls clenching around him. 'Cum in me, Karl. Breed me deep.' His pace faltered, then he drove in one last time, roaring as his cock pulsed, unloading thick ropes of his unmedicated load straight into my guts. Heat flooded me, his cum spilling hot and heavy, marking me from the inside. He didn't pull out, staying buried as he caught his breath, kissing my neck tenderly. 'That's one... but I need more of you.' We shifted, him rolling me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His eyes locked on mine, filled with that deep affection that twisted my heart. He slid back in easily, my hole slick with his cum, and fucked me slow at first, savoring every inch. 'You're mine,' he whispered, thrusting deeper, his thumb rubbing my cock until I shattered around him, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. He followed soon after, hips bucking wildly, pumping a second load even thicker than the first, his cum overflowing, dripping down my crack. We clung together, panting, his forehead against mine. 'I don't want this to end,' he said softly, vulnerability cracking his voice. Tears pricked my eyes; the separation loomed, but in that moment, we were everything. After showering—his hands lingering, soaping my chest and ass with gentle care—we dressed and headed down for brunch with the others. The hotel restaurant buzzed with Sunday morning chatter, the scent of coffee and bacon filling the air. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas were already at the table, grinning as we joined. Jax's eyes lingered on me a beat too long, a flicker of something intense in his gaze. Brunch passed in easy banter—stories of the night's escapades, laughter over shared secrets—but tension simmered beneath. As we finished, Jax caught my arm. 'Walk with me a sec?' He led me toward the lobby, away from the group. In a quiet corner, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto my neck, sucking hard to leave a fresh love bite, the sting making me gasp. 'Missed this,' he breathed, his hand slipping under my waistband to cup my ass. Before I could respond, he tugged me into the disabled washroom nearby, locking the door with a click. The space was cramped, mirrors reflecting our urgency. 'Need you now,' he growled, yanking down my pants and spreading my cheeks. His cock was out in seconds—hard, leaking pre-cum—and he spun me against the sink, bending me over. He thrust in roughly, filling my cum-slick hole with one stroke, the mix of Karl's loads and his own desire making it filthy and perfect. 'Fuck, you're so wet,' he grunted, pounding fast and deep, his hands bruising my hips. The risk of getting caught heightened everything—my heart raced, hole clenching around him as he railed me. 'Take my load, just like that.' I bit my lip to stifle moans, pushing back, the slap of skin echoing softly. He buried his face in my hair, thrusting erratically before slamming home, his cock erupting, flooding me with hot spurts of his unmedicated cum. It mixed with Karl's inside me, warm and claiming. We straightened quickly, him pulling out with a wet pop, cum trickling down my thighs. I fixed my clothes, heart pounding, and we slipped out separately, rejoining the lobby without a soul noticing. Walking back to the restaurant, Jax's arm brushed mine, but his jaw was tight. 'I found you first at that bar, you know. Thought we'd have more time. But Karl... he got two nights with you, and I just got scraps.' His voice held hurt, jealousy sharpening his words. I stopped, turning to him, my hand on his chest. 'Jax, I loved your fucks, your loads—they were intense, made me feel alive. But... I've started feeling something deeper for Karl. It's not about the sex; it's him. This pull I can't ignore.' He searched my eyes, pain flashing before he nodded, forcing a smile. 'Yeah, I get it. Just... hurts a bit.' It was my last day; checkout by 1 PM loomed. After brunch, the others headed out, but Karl stayed, his hand in mine as we returned to the room. The door barely closed before he pinned me against it, kissing me fiercely, tongues battling with desperate hunger. 'One last time,' he whispered, stripping me bare, his mouth devouring my chest, sucking nipples until I whimpered. He lifted me, carrying me to the bed, laying me down gently despite the fire in his eyes. 'I love you,' he confessed, voice breaking as he entered me slowly, inch by inch, our eyes locked. Emotions poured out—tears on my cheeks, his thumb wiping them away—as he fucked me with long, deep strokes, his cock dragging against my walls. 'Cum with me,' he urged, and I did, shattering around him, pulling him over the edge. His first load of the session gushed deep, hot and endless, his body trembling. No pause—he kept thrusting through it, building again, faster now, our bodies slick with sweat. 'More for you,' he panted, hips snapping, balls tightening. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper. 'Fill me, Karl. All of you.' He groaned, slamming in, unleashing a second load back-to-back, cum overflowing, sealing our connection. We collapsed, entwined, whispering promises amid sobs. Checkout was bittersweet. In the lobby, I hugged Tomas and Lukas goodbye. They pulled me close, their hands sneaking to squeeze my ass, fingers probing briefly. 'Damn, you're loose as hell now,' Tomas chuckled, Lukas adding, 'Karl did a number on you—fucked you the most, lucky bastard.' They laughed, light-hearted, as I blushed, waving them off. Jax stepped up last, his embrace tight. He nuzzled my neck, sucking another love bite into the skin, harder this time, the pain mirroring the ache in his eyes. I saw it—the rejection stinging, knowing my heart leaned toward Karl, our encounters just physical fireworks. 'Take care,' he murmured, voice thick, pulling away with forced casualness. Karl and I grabbed my bags, calling a taxi to the Montreal airport. The downtown drive was long, but he insisted on coming, his hand squeezing mine. 'Can't let you go alone.' Tears welled as we slid into the back seat, me cuddling against his side, head on his shoulder. The city blurred by as we talked—raw, honest—about the seroconversion risk. 'It's impossible to know whose load will stick, whose love I'll carry forever,' I said softly, tracing his jaw. 'But I hope it's yours, Karl. That your seed changes me, binds us.' He kissed my forehead. 'Whatever happens, you're in my heart. Promise you'll tell me if your status changes—first thing.' I nodded, voice choked. 'I will. No secrets.' The vulnerability hung heavy, our fingers laced, the unmedicated risks we'd embraced now a thread tying us across distance. Before the airport, he pulled a small package from his pocket—a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like an infinity symbol. 'For you,' he said, fastening it around my neck. 'I slipped out yesterday. Don't feel bad; seeing you wear it is enough.' My eyes swelled, tears spilling. He cupped my face, kissing me softly. 'And if you seroconvert... that'd be the best gift. Means I'm with you forever, in your blood, your body.' We reached the airport, the farewell ripping at me. I checked my luggage quickly, then we found a quiet corner. Three hours until my flight—time stretched agonizingly. We sat close, his arm around me, stealing kisses, hands wandering under clothes for stolen touches. 'This isn't goodbye,' he whispered, but the pain in his eyes said otherwise, mirroring my own heart's ache as the clock ticked down.

I apologize if I came across harsh. Yes you are right that I came to sexual age way after the 80s AIDS era. I am noone to even opine about what people went through. I should have been a lot more clear when I wrote about condoms and brainwashing. This is in reference to the recent times that when we have excellent ART and even better prevention medications many men especially in "over apologetic" Canada still insist on condoms making me wonder about the brainwashing. The fact is that bareback men are shamed constantly by the same people who bareback themselves but still take holier than thou attitude. Once again I didn't want to trigger anyone's bad memories from those days. We survived as a community and we should still stick together as a community.

This topic feels like 'slut shaming'. Men always had uninhibited sex. Sex is meant to be the natural way. During the AIDS era we got brainwashed by authorities regarding condoms. Condoms were introduced as a barrier for avoiding pregnancy and there are numerous documented cases where condoms have failed to avoid pregnancy. Expand this logic to STD prevention. We as a community should be really happy that Prep is a medical miracle for people to stay healthy and still enjoy sex the way it is intended to be. Chlamydia is a very very common bacterial infection just like streptococcus. Syphilis is a harrassor because the tests remain reactive all life. But DoxyPep has shown great success. Gonorrhea remains a concern even with DoxyPep. Research continues in ensuring that there is prevention for most of these common STIs. Doxycycline is currently tested for Prep to supplement the Pep. Meningitis vaccine has shown some success against Gonorrhea. We as a community should support and celebrate such medical marvels that keeps us healthy and let us enjoy sex. Majority of people are either undetectable or on Prep and DoxyPep. Despite real numbers of new infections declining albeit slowly there are certain kind of people who still insist on condoms. IMO these are the people who have either knowingly ignored the marvels of these prevention medications or cheating behind their partners (can't comment on morality and not sure if it even exists today) or just full of subconscious homophobia. Besides a lot of cultures and subcultures shame gay sex turning a blind eye to the existence of history of gay sex in their culture. Men from such cultures have to marry to prove their manliness. These men are more prone to cheating and denying Prep and DoxyPep from the fear of being caught. Also a lot of countries do not have easy access to Prep DoxyPep or even ART. Personally I tend to avoid such hookups. Not being judgemental but just who I am. Gay sex has existed for time immemorial and it has always been raw dominant and animalistic. Gay sex is where a man really shows his masculinity and virility. Raw is law......always

By now, I was falling head over heels for Karl. He was this total playful stud, all ripped muscle and easy grins, with a cock that could wreck me in the best ways—thick, veined, and always ready. But it was more than that; he was caring, the way he'd brush my hair back after a rough fuck, passionate in how he'd hold me like I was his world. Those eyes of his, deep and hungry, screamed he wanted me forever, no bullshit. When the knock came at 8:30 PM, I was deep in a dream about us—tangled in sheets, his body pinning mine, whispering promises as he filled me slow and deep. I stumbled to the door, groggy and still in my boxers, the remnants of the bathhouse loads crusted between my thighs. Twisting the knob, there stood Karl, smiling that boyish smile, a plastic bag dangling from one hand with takeout containers and a couple of electrolyte drinks. He looked so damn cute in his faded tee and jeans, hair tousled like he'd rushed over, concern softening his sharp features. My heart flipped; I could've dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, yanked his zipper down, and sucked him off until he forgot his own name. 'Hey, you,' he said softly, stepping closer. 'Heard you weren't feeling great. Lukas and Tomas mentioned you bailed on dinner—sounded wiped out. Brought some food and drinks to hydrate you. Mind if I come in? Just wanna check on you.' I nodded, pulling him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled like hotel soap and my lingering sweat, but his presence cut through it all. Before I could say a word, I leaned in, cupping his face and crashing our lips together in a deep French kiss—tongues tangling wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my chin as I poured out the ache I'd felt all day. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. We made out like that for minutes, breaths ragged, his cock hardening against my thigh through his jeans. Finally, he broke it, forehead resting on mine. 'Eat first, yeah? I'll grab a quick shower—been a long day.' He pulled out his phone, texting his buddies that he'd be late, something about me not feeling well. My phone buzzed right after: messages from Jax, Tomas, and Lukas, all wishing me to get better by morning. 'Last day and night tomorrow, man—don't miss it. We're heading out early to Calgary the day after.' Jax's was shorter, possessive: 'Rest up. Need you tomorrow.' I smiled faintly, setting it aside as Karl headed to the bathroom. I dug into the food—warm pasta and grilled chicken, simple but thoughtful—while the shower ran. By the time I finished, he emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the V of his abs. 'Forgot my change of clothes in the rush,' he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Mind if I watch the game while you clean up?' I excused myself for a quick rinse, soaping away the day's grime, my ass still tender and slick from the multiple loads. Emerging, I slipped into my high booty shorts—snug against my cheeks, riding up just enough—and a soft capri tee that hugged my chest. Curling up next to him on the couch, I poured us glasses of wine from the minibar, handing him one. His arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close, the heat of his skin seeping through the towel. Karl set his glass down after a sip, turning serious, those eyes locking on mine. 'Listen, I need to talk. About us. These past days... you've got me twisted up. I want you—more than just fucks. I want to be your guy, wake up to you every morning, build something real.' His voice cracked a little, vulnerability cracking his stud facade. I swallowed, heart pounding. 'Karl, I feel it too. Falling for you hard. But... after my husband died in that ski accident last year, I'm not sure I'm ready. The grief hits random, y'know? Doesn't mean I don't want this—want you.' We talked deep then, about his HIV status—unmedicated like the others, a choice during their med break for that raw freedom, no barriers. 'It's risky,' he admitted, thumb tracing my hand. 'But with you, it feels right.' I opened up about my motivation to convert, the pull toward him. 'No regrets if it's you breeding me, Karl. If your seed takes root in me, impregnates my soul like that... I'd carry it proud.' The air thickened, emotions swirling as we leaned in again, making out slow on the couch—lips soft at first, then hungry, tongues exploring like we were mapping each other's hearts. His hands roamed under my tee, finding my nipples—toned but a bit flabby from life, pointed and sensitive. He pinched one gently, rolling it between fingers, then sucked the other through the fabric, teeth grazing until I arched, moaning into his mouth. 'Love these,' he murmured, voice husky. 'Perfect for me to play with.' We consummated it all right there, feelings spilling into steamy need. He untied the towel, his cock springing free—thick and heavy, already leaking precum. I shoved my shorts down, ass exposed as I straddled him, grinding my hole against his shaft. 'Take me,' I whispered, emotional weight making it tender. He slicked us with spit, guiding the head to my rim—still loose from earlier but clenching for him. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, our eyes locked as he filled me, stretching walls that welcomed him home. 'Fuck, you're mine,' he breathed, hands on my hips. I rode him steady, rolling my hips to take him deep, prostate sparking with each drop. His mouth latched onto my nipples again—sucking hard, biting just enough to sting, sending jolts straight to my cock. We kissed through it, breaths mingling, his thrusts meeting mine from below—passionate, not rushed, like he was claiming my heart with every slide. Sweat beaded on his chest, muscles flexing as he gripped my ass, spreading cheeks to drive deeper. 'Feel that? That's me in you, forever,' he groaned, emotional edge sharpening the heat. I came first, untouched, cum spurting across his abs in thick ropes, hole spasming around him. He followed seconds later, unloading raw—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated seed marking me as his. We clung, panting, foreheads together, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. But we weren't done. He carried me to the bed, laying me on my back, legs over his shoulders. Foreplay built emotional steam—kissing down my neck, lavishing my nipples with tongue and teeth until they throbbed red. He ate my ass next, lapping his own cum from my hole, tongue fucking deep while fingering my prostate. 'Taste us,' he said, sharing the flavor in a messy kiss. Sliding back in missionary, he fucked with long, deliberate strokes—hitting every spot, our bodies slick and synced. 'Love you,' he confessed mid-thrust, voice breaking. I wrapped legs around him, pulling him closer, cumming again as he bred me second time—cum mixing, overflowing to soak the sheets. We held each other after, whispering about futures, his hand stroking my hair. Third round hit after a breather, wine forgotten. On our sides, spooning tight, he entered from behind—lazy at first, hand jerking my cock in rhythm. Nipples got twisted again, his free hand pinching while he nipped my ear. 'Can't get enough of you,' he murmured, thrusts building to urgent, prostate hammered relentlessly. Poppers from his pocket intensified it—inhale shared, rush making me clench and buck. I shot across his fist, dry orgasm ripping through, as he pumped his third load deep, stirring the mess inside me. By the fourth, we were animals wrapped in love—me on all fours, him mounting prone, weight pressing me into the mattress. He railed hard, balls slapping my taint, one hand fisting my hair gently, the other abusing my nipples. 'All mine,' he growled, emotional possessiveness fueling the steam. I pushed back, ass devouring him, cumming one last time—waves crashing as he flooded me final, thick spurts sealing the night. Completely drained, bodies trembling, I curled into his manly frame—chest hair tickling my back, arm banded around my waist. Drifting into deep sleep, all I could think was Karl, his love wrapping me tighter than any fuck. Tomorrow was our last day together, bittersweet; I had to head home that night, but for now, in his arms, it felt like forever.

The midday sun beats down as we regroup outside the hostel, the group's energy buzzing after the morning's lazy vibes. Jax spots me first, his face lighting up with that possessive grin. He bolts over, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck, teeth grazing skin before sinking in with sharp love bites—marking me fresh, sucking hard enough to bloom purple bruises. 'Missed you so fucking much,' he growls against my throat, one hand sliding down to squeeze my ass through my jeans. 'Gonna use my hands on you tonight—jerk you off while I pound that hole.' His words send a shiver through me, but I catch Karl's eyes across the circle—dark, pained, longing etched deep as he watches Jax claim me. Karl forces a smile, but it doesn't reach his gaze, fists clenching at his sides. Lunch drags in a crowded bistro, plates of poutine and sandwiches piling up amid laughter and flirty jabs. Afterward, the debate erupts: Jax and Karl push for a movie, something action-packed to kill time before dinner. I counter with the queer-themed show nearby—raw stories of hookups and hidden desires that hit too close. Tensions simmer, voices rising until Lukas and Tomas shrug it off. 'We'll just roam the streets, check out shops or whatever,' Lukas says with a wink, buzzcut gleaming under the light. Tomas nods, man-bun tousled. 'You three sort your drama. Catch you for supper.' Karl and Jax head off to the theater, shoulders brushing as they go, leaving me to wander toward the show venue alone. Halfway there, footsteps pound behind me. Lukas and Tomas catch up, grinning like wolves. 'Forget that show,' Tomas says, clapping my shoulder. 'Our real plan's the bathhouse down the block—steam rooms, slings, all the action. Come with us. We've been dying to test that ass Jax raved about.' My pulse quickens; these two studs—Lukas with his ripped build and Tomas's lean, tattooed frame—have teased me all trip. No hesitation. 'Lead the way,' I say, veering off with them. We've got three and a half hours before dinner—plenty to get wrecked. The bathhouse swallows us in dim heat, lockers clanging as we strip down to towels. The air reeks of sweat, chlorine, and sex—moans echoing from shadowed corners. Lukas wastes no time, pulling me into a private steam room, the haze thick and slick on our skin. He drops his towel, cock already half-hard and thick, veins bulging. 'On your knees,' he orders, voice rough with that German edge. I sink, mouth watering as I wrap lips around his shaft, tongue swirling the head before sucking deep—gagging as he thrusts, hands fisting my hair. Tomas watches, stroking himself, then steps in, feeding me his longer, curved dick alongside. They take turns face-fucking me, spit dripping down my chin, balls slapping my jaw until my throat aches. Lukas hauls me up, bending me over the bench. He spits on my hole, fingers plunging in to stretch—two, then three—curling against my prostate until I'm leaking precum on the tiles. 'Tight from all that breeding,' he mutters, lining up and slamming home raw. His thrusts are brutal, hips snapping, cock dragging deep with each pull. Tomas kneels in front, shoving his dick back in my mouth to muffle my cries. Lukas pounds relentlessly, one hand reaching around to pinch my nipples hard—twisting until I buck. The steam amplifies every slap, sweat pouring as he grunts and unloads first—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated and thick, marking me. I stroke myself frantically, cumming once on the bench, ropes splattering wet stone. They switch. Tomas flips me onto my back on the bench, legs over his shoulders. He eats my ass first—tongue lapping Lukas's cum from my rim, sucking it out before plunging his cock in. The angle hits deep, his piercings grazing my walls as he fucks slow at first, building to a frenzy. Lukas straddles my chest, feeding me his spent dick to clean, then jerks me off—rough tugs syncing with Tomas's thrusts. Nipples get worked over again, Lukas biting down while Tomas rails me. Pressure builds fast; I shoot a second time, cum arcing onto my stomach, just as Tomas buries deep and erupts—second load mixing with the first, overflowing to drip down my crack. We stumble to the dark room next, bodies slick and buzzing. Lukas takes me against the wall, lifting one leg to drive in from behind—short, powerful strokes that make my knees buckle. Tomas presses in front, kissing me sloppy while grinding his cock against mine. They spit-roast me proper: Lukas hammering my ass, Tomas throat-fucking until tears stream. A hit of poppers from Tomas's stash loosens everything—my hole clenching greedily around Lukas as he unloads his second time, cum squelching with each thrust. I cum again, untouched this round, spilling between us as the rush peaks. Tomas claims the finale in the maze of cabins, pushing me face-down on a padded table. He mounts me prone, weight pinning me as his cock slides through the mess—fucking the loads deeper, stirring them into froth. Hands roam, one twisting my nipples raw, the other jerking my oversensitive dick. I buck under him, moaning into the cushion, and explode a fourth time—dry heaves of pleasure as he floods me once more, balls pulsing against my taint. Exhausted but insatiable, they drag me to the sling in the main play area—leather straps cradling my body, legs splayed wide, ass exposed and gaping. Lukas and Tomas step back, smirking as word spreads. A couple of strangers prowl in—burly guy with a beard first, then a lean twink with a harness. Beard guy snorts poppers and mounts the sling, his fat cock breaching me easy, sliding through the cum-lube. He fucks steady, grunting as he unloads quick—thick spurts adding to the pool inside. Twink follows, eager and frantic, pounding my prostate until I'm whimpering, his slim dick twitching as he breeds me too—hot cum joining the rest, leaking out in rivulets. We finally peel out of there, my legs jelly, ass throbbing full—four loads from the studs, two more from randos, body spent from four orgasms. The clock shows just enough time, but as we head to meet Jax and Karl for supper, fatigue crashes hard. 'Can't make it,' I text them, hailing a cab back to the hotel. 'Too wiped—gonna crash early.' I collapse into bed, sheets cool against fevered skin, sleep pulling me under fast. Around 8:30 PM, a insistent knock jolts me awake—groggy, eyes bleary as I stumble to the door in boxers, cum still crusting my thighs. I twist the knob, and there stands...

Back on the upper deck, the boat's hum fading as we dock and spill out into the Montreal night, Jax's arm slung heavy around my shoulders. The air's crisp, city lights buzzing below, but my mind's on Karl—his confession still echoing, that warm load of his unmedicated cum sloshing inside me with every step. Jax pulls me close, kissing my neck possessively. 'You're mine tonight, yeah?' he murmurs, but I hesitate, the whiskey giving me courage. 'Actually... Karl asked if I could crash with him instead. Just this once. He's been great, and I kinda owe him.' Jax stops, eyes narrowing, that jealous spark flaring. The crew—Lukas, Tomas, Karl—linger nearby, pretending not to listen. Jax glances at Karl, then back at me, jaw tight. 'Fine. But not before I remind you who you belong to.' He grabs my hand, steering us toward my hotel, the others trailing with smirks. The balcony's perfect—overlooking the bustling downtown street, cars honking, pedestrians milling under neon signs. Jax shoves the door open, the cool breeze hitting us as he spins me against the railing. I'm excited, pulse racing, ass already slick from Karl. Jax yanks my jeans down, briefs following, bending me over the edge. My cock hardens in the open air, the thrill of exposure mixing with the risk. He spits on his fingers, rubbing my hole roughly—then freezes. 'What the fuck? You're already loaded.' His voice drops, suspicious. 'It's Karl's,' I admit breathlessly, pushing back against him. Jax growls, anger flashing as he frees his thick cock, slamming it in without prep. The stretch burns, his unmedicated load from earlier thoughts fueling his rage. He fucks me hard and fast, hips pistoning, one hand gripping my hip, the other fisting my hair to arch my back. The railing digs into my stomach, street noise below oblivious to the raw pounding—his balls slapping my ass, cock dragging through Karl's cum, mixing it into a sloppy mess. 'Mine now,' he snarls, thrusting deeper, hitting my prostate until I'm moaning loud. He unloads with a grunt, hot spurts flooding me deeper, overwriting Karl's claim. Pulling out, he leaves me gaping, cum leaking down my thighs, high on the adrenaline but dry and wanting more. 'Enjoy your night,' he spits, zipping up and storming inside, slamming the door. I slump against the railing, catching my breath, the city lights blurring. Lighting a joint from my pocket, I take a deep drag, the smoke curling into the night as I wait. Minutes later, Karl appears, slipping onto the balcony with a soft smile. 'Heard the commotion. You okay?' I nod, passing him the joint. He inhales, eyes on mine, then pulls me into a gentle kiss. 'Let's get you cleaned up.' Inside, the shower's steam fills the bathroom, water cascading hot over our bodies. Karl soaps my back, hands sliding down to knead my ass, fingers dipping in to scoop out the mixed loads—Jax's and his—rinsing me tenderly. I turn, lathering his chest, thumbs circling his nipples until he groans. We kiss under the spray, cocks hardening against each other, but he pulls back with a grin. 'Patience. Pizza first.' He orders while I dry off, cheese and pepperoni arriving hot and greasy. We eat on the bed, cross-legged, laughing over slices, then pour whiskey neat. Sinking into the couch, Karl queues up a romantic movie—some old flick with sweeping scores and longing glances. His arm drapes over me, pulling me close as we sip, the amber liquid warming us. Halfway through, his hand wanders, fingers tracing my chest, finding my nipples and pinching lightly at first, then harder, twisting until I arch into him. 'These drive me crazy,' he whispers, mouth replacing fingers, sucking and biting the peaks while the movie drones on. Foreplay builds slow and intense—he lays me back, kissing down my body, tongue flicking my navel before engulfing my cock, sucking deep with wet slurps. I return the favor, licking his heavy balls, then taking his length down my throat, gagging softly as he threads fingers in my hair. He flips me onto my stomach, spreading my cheeks to eat my ass again—tongue probing deep, fingers curling inside to hit that spot. Nipples tortured anew as he reaches around, rolling them roughly while prepping me with spit. He mounts me prone, sliding his cock in raw, filling me inch by inch. Thrusts start gentle, passionate, his body covering mine, lips on my neck. 'I love how you take me,' he breathes, grinding deep. Then he pulls me up on all fours, gripping my hips to pound harder, cock slamming home, balls tapping my taint. Sweat slicks us, the bed creaking as he reaches forward to twist my nipples again, pulling moans from me. I climb on top next, riding him reverse—ass bouncing on his lap, his hands on my cheeks spreading me wide, watching himself disappear inside. Finally, missionary—face to face, legs wrapped around him. He thrusts slow and deep, eyes locked, building that shared rhythm. 'Come with me,' he urges, hand stroking my cock in time. We peak together—my cum shooting across my stomach, his flooding my ass in thick pulses, unmedicated and claiming. Collapsed, sticky and sated, we talk in the dim light. 'I want this—us—more than a fling,' Karl says, tracing my jaw. 'Be my boyfriend. Exclusive, or at least... try.' I hesitate, heart twisting. 'I care about you, but the others... it's complicated.' He nods, kissing me soft, but desire flares again. He rolls me over, entering slow from behind, fucking with quiet passion—long strokes until he unloads once more, sealing the night. We drift to sleep entwined. Morning light filters in; we stumble to the shower. Water pounds as he presses me against the tile, lifting one leg to slide in deep. Thrusts quick and urgent, water sluicing over us, his mouth on my nipples—biting, sucking—while he hammers my ass. I brace, pushing back, until he grunts and fills me again, cum mixing with the spray. Dressed in robes, we share breakfast—coffee, croissants from room service—on the balcony. 'Last night was incredible,' I say, then confess: 'Lukas and Tomas... they wouldn't leave me dry. They want me too. I don't want to hurt any of you four.' Karl's face falls, sad eyes meeting mine. 'Go with them if that's what you need. But promise—spend the night with me again. Just us.' I squeeze his hand, the city waking below, possibilities lingering.

Karl is the first one to steal me from Jax The boat rocks gently on the St. Lawrence River, the evening lights from the shore flickering like distant stars as we cruise along. I'm buzzed hard from the endless rounds of whiskey and beer, my head spinning a bit too much. Nature calls urgently, and I stagger toward the stairs, but Jax is deep in laughter with Lukas and the others, his back turned, oblivious. Before I can fumble my way alone, Karl steps up—tall, chiseled, with that sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that make him stand out as the hottest of the four. He's buzzed too, but steady on his feet, less sloshed than the rest of us. "Hey, let me help," he says, his voice low and warm, slipping an arm around my waist to guide me down the decks. His touch lingers just a second too long, sending a spark through the haze. We've been exchanging glances all day—his subtle flirts, the way he'd brush my arm during stories or flash that knowing smile when Jax wasn't looking. Now, alone on the quiet third deck, the hum of the engine masking our steps, we reach the washroom. It's dimly lit, empty, the door creaking shut behind us. I unzip and piss, the relief mixing with the sway of the boat. Karl does the same beside me, his stream strong and unhurried. I move to the sink, splashing cold water on my face and hands, trying to clear the fog. That's when I feel him behind me—his body heat pressing close, hands sliding over my hips. "I've wanted this," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and needy. No hesitation; he spins me around, crashing his mouth onto mine in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues tangle, wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my skin as he pulls me tighter. He backs me against the sink, hands roaming up my shirt, fingers finding my nipples and pinching them hard—twisting, tugging, making me gasp into his mouth. "Fuck, these are perfect," he growls between kisses, rolling the sensitive buds until they're throbbing peaks. His eyes drop lower, noticing the bright red briefs peeking from my jeans—sexy, tight, hugging my bulge. "And these... goddamn, that color on you. Makes me want to rip them off." He grinds his hips forward, his hard cock straining against his pants, rubbing against mine through the fabric. We strip fast, shirts tossed aside, jeans pooling at our ankles. He drops to his knees first, yanking my briefs down to free my dick, already leaking pre-cum. His mouth engulfs me in one slick slide, sucking deep, tongue swirling around the head as his hands grip my ass. I thread fingers through his short hair, thrusting shallowly into that warm heat, moaning as he hollows his cheeks. Then it's my turn—I push him back, sink down, and take his thick cock in hand. It's veined and heavy, uncut foreskin sliding back as I lick the slit, tasting his salt. I suck him greedily, bobbing my head, feeling him pulse on my tongue while he groans above me. Karl pulls me up after a minute, turning me to face the mirror. "Bend over," he commands softly, but with that edge of passion. I do, bracing on the sink, ass out. He spreads my cheeks, diving in without warning—his tongue lapping at my hole, wet and insistent, circling the rim before pushing inside. He eats me out like he's starving, slurping and probing, fingers joining to stretch me open. My legs shake, the boat's motion adding to the intensity, his hands kneading my thighs as he devours me. Finally, he stands, slicking his cock with spit. "I need to fuck you," he whispers, pressing the head against my entrance. He slides in slow at first, inch by inch, filling me completely—raw, no barriers, his unmedicated load waiting to claim me. Once buried deep, he starts thrusting, passionate and relentless, hips snapping forward with love in every grind. He wraps an arm around my chest, pinching my nipples again while pounding my ass, our bodies slapping together in the tight space. "You're so tight... so perfect," he pants, kissing my neck, biting down gently. We go forever like that—him pulling out almost all the way, then slamming back in, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Sweat slicks our skin, the mirror fogging from our breaths. He spins me again, lifting one leg to hook over his arm, fucking me face-to-face now, our eyes locked. Deeper, harder, his cock dragging against my walls. "God, I've been attracted to you all day," he confesses, voice breaking with each thrust. "From the moment I saw you. I regret Jax got you first—I wanted to be the one, to open you up, make you mine." His pace quickens, balls tightening, and with a guttural moan, he unloads—hot spurts of his HIV-positive cum flooding my ass, pumping deep as he holds me close, kissing me through the waves. We stay joined, catching our breath, his softening cock still inside. He pulls out slowly, cum dripping down my thigh. "Spend the night with me instead? At your hotel. Convince Jax to crash back at the hostel with the guys. I want more of you—all night. Please." I nod, still dazed, the warmth of his load settling inside me, his words echoing with promise. I haven't even cum and obscenely showing my bulge in my tight jeans, we both joined the group.

The night continues.......... I stagger back into the main bar area, the roar of music and chatter slamming into me like a second high. My ass throbs with a delicious ache, Jax's cum still leaking warmly down my inner thighs, soaking into the denim as I pull my jeans up fully. The sticky mess clings, a secret reminder of my surrender, making every step a teasing friction against my sensitive rim. My face flushes, body buzzing from the poppers and the illicit thrill, cock half-hard and twitching at the memory of that thick shaft splitting me open. I spot Jax at a high-top table near the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by three other guys—his crew, all rugged and built like him, laughing boisterously over pitchers of beer. They look like a pack of wolves, tattoos peeking from sleeves, easy grins that scream trouble. Jax sees me first, his eyes lighting up with predatory satisfaction. He waves me over, pulling out a stool with a foot. "There he is—my fresh convert," he says loud enough for his friends to hear, his German accent thickening with amusement. I slide onto the seat, thighs pressing together to hide the drip, but the way I wince draws chuckles from the group. Up close, they're all mid-30s, tanned from travel, with that backpacker vibe—faded shirts stretched over muscled chests, cargo shorts riding low on hips. One has a buzzcut and a scar on his lip; another sports a man-bun and piercings; the third is clean-shaven with a cocky smirk. All HIV positive, I had overheard Jax muttering earlier, on a medical break from treatments back home, turning their Canadian backpacking trip into a raw, uninhibited adventure. "This is the guy I was telling you about," Jax announces, slapping my back hard enough to jolt me forward. "Tight as fuck, took me like a champ in the hallway. You should see his hole now—gaping and greedy for more." The friends lean in, beers in hand, eyes raking over me with blatant interest. The buzzcut one, Lukas, grins wolfishly. "Jax's cum is potent stuff, ja? One load and you're hooked. Bet your ass is already craving round two—milking him dry like a pro bottom." I flush deeper, but the words send a fresh spurt of precum into my skimpy briefs, my rim clenching around the phantom fullness. Man-bun guy, Tomas, passes me a fresh beer, his fingers lingering on mine. "Heard you were negative before. Not anymore, eh? Jax breeds deep—turns safe boys into cumsluts. We'd all love a turn, but he's claiming you tonight." The clean-shaven one, Karl, laughs, raising his glass. "To conversions! Your bottom skills must be killer to handle that beast bare. Jax's loads are legendary—thick and sticky, sealing the deal every time." They toast, the lewd banter flowing as freely as the drinks, their flirting a constant press—hands brushing my arm, knees bumping mine under the table, comments laced with heat about how I'd look bent over for the group, Jax's seed marking me as off-limits at least for now. The whiskey and beer loosen me further, the group's energy pulling me in. Jax's arm drapes over my shoulders possessively, his breath hot on my neck. "Stay with me tonight? My hotel's a dump—shared room with these pigs. Yours got space?" I nod eagerly, the plan forming amid the haze: he'll crash at my spot for two nights, fucking me senseless after dark, while days blur into hangs with his crew—sightseeing, beers, whatever. They cheer the idea, Lukas winking. "Don't wear him out too much, Jax. Save some for brunch tomorrow—we'll see how well he walks after your potent cum works its magic." Hours slip by in a blur of shots and stories—tales of their German roots, wild nights across Europe, the freedom of their med break letting them fuck raw without a care. My ass twitches under the table, the cum shifting inside my, a constant tease. Finally, Jax hauls me up, kissing me rough in front of them. "Time to breed him proper," he growls, and they whoop as I stumble out into the night, his hand firm on my waist, guiding me to my nearby hotel. The door clicks shut behind me, the room's dim lamp casting shadows over the king bed and adjoining bathroom. Jax wastes no time, stripping us both with efficient yanks—my shirt over my head, jeans kicked off to reveal the cum-streaked thighs and my still-swollen hole, puffy and slick. His cargos hit the floor, cock springing free again, already rigid and leaking, the veins pulsing like they remember my grip. He grabs the poppers from his pocket, tossing my clothes aside. "Shower first—clean you up just to dirty you again." I follow him into the steamy confines, water cascading hot over our bodies as he soaps my back, fingers probing my crack. The once-bred ass and his potent cock awaken in the humid air, their voices a sultry echo in my mind, building on the hallway seduction with renewed hunger. MY ASS (my hole, still tender from the first load, a husky whisper rippling through my cheeks as water streams down, the rim fluttering under Jax's probing finger): You're back... I can feel you swelling already, that familiar heat pressing close. Your first cum's still deep in me, warm and sticky, changing everything. But I'm greedy now—bred once, wanting more of your potent gift. HIS COCK (Jax's shaft, bobbing under the spray, voice a deep rumble vibrating through the water, the head nudging my soapy cleft): Missed this mancunt. Look at you, loose from my load, begging for seconds. I'll fuck you clean in here, then fill you fuller. Poppers first—Jax is uncapping now. Snort deep; it'll make the water feel like lube, open you wide for my slide. Jax presses the bottle to my nose amid the steam; I inhale sharply, the rush hitting with the heat, muscles melting as he bends me forward against the tile. His cockhead catches my entrance, slick with soap and his precum, pushing in with a wet squelch. The stretch reignites the burn-pleasure, my walls yielding eagerly around his girth, the veins scraping fresh paths. MY ASS (yielding to the thrust, inner muscles clenching wetly, voice moaning under the water): Yes—breaching again, so thick in the steam. Guide me through it; how's this breed different, with your cum already coating me? HIS COCK (sinking deep, hips snapping forward to hilt me against the wall, tone commanding as water splashes): Deeper this time—mixing loads, making it stick. Feel me grind your spot? Each pump stirs my seed inside, prepping for the new flood. Poppers signal: huff as I ramp up; keeps you relaxed for the pound. He thrusts steadily, the shower amplifying the slaps of skin, my cock hardening against the cool tile as his balls smack my taint. Another hit of poppers loosens me further, turning the fuck into a slippery frenzy. My ass milks him, the dialogue fracturing into gasps. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning length, voice keening): Harder—stir it all! Your potency's building, swelling me. HIS COCK (throbbing near release, voice growling): Take the second load—blasting now, sealing you tighter! He erupts with a grunt, ropes of hot cum joining the first, overflowing to swirl down the drain. My cum untouched, spurting against the wall, body shuddering. Jax pulls out, the water rinsing the excess, but my hole stays full, throbbing. Toweled dry, I collapse onto the sheets, Jax pouncing like a predator. He flips me onto my stomach, knees spreading my cheeks to expose the bred pucker, now red and glistening from the shower load. Poppers bottle on the nightstand, ready. The voices return, intimate in the quiet room. MY ASS (face-down, cheeks parted, voice muffled into the pillow, rim winking): Twice bred, but not enough—your cock's calling me again. I'm yours now, converted and craving. HIS COCK (pressing the damp head to my entrance, voice a low purr as it dimples the ring): Good boy—feel how I'm leaking already? This load's for owning you through the night. Poppers: Jax is holding it—inhale slow, let it sink in with me. The vapors flood me, ass blooming as he mounts and drives in balls-deep, the dual loads squelching around his shaft. He fucks prone-bone style, weight pinning me, cock grinding deep with long, deliberate strokes. MY ASS (impaled and rocking, walls fluttering): So full—your veins mapping me again. Tell me how this breed cements it. HIS COCK (thrusting rhythmically, balls dragging my skin): Mixing everything, flooding your core. Poppers keep the pace—snort when I say, turns pain to pure need. Mid-fuck, another hit amplifies the ecstasy, his pace turning brutal, bed creaking. I claw the sheets, prostate hammered, as he floods me third—no, second for the bed, but the count blurs in bliss. MY ASS (spasming): Cum—breed me deeper! HIS COCK (erupting): Full again—my potent seed claiming every inch! He collapses atop me, cock plugging the load, both drifting into sated sleep. Sunlight filters through curtains as Jax stirs, his morning wood rigid against my thigh. I wake to his hand spreading me, the night's cum crusted but my hole slick and ready. Poppers nearby, the dialogue ignites with dawn's freshness. MY ASS (morning-swollen, voice sleepy but eager): Again? Your cock's insatiable—three times now, but I need this final breed to start the day. HIS COCK (rising hard, tip tracing my crack): Morning loads hit different—fresh and thick. Poppers wake-up call: huff it, open for my ride. I snort, body igniting as he rolls me to my side, leg hooked over his hip for a lazy spoon-fuck. He slides in easy, the built-up seed lubing the way, thrusting slow-building to urgent. MY ASS (grinding back, voice husky): Yes—stir the night in me. How's this one seal the two nights? HIS COCK (pumping steadily, hand stroking my cock): Last for now—flooding you full before brunch. Poppers for the finish: inhale, milk me dry. The rush peaks with his, cum jetting hot as I spurt over his fist, sealing the marathon. We meet Jax's friends at a sunny café, legs shaky but ass humming with three loads. They smirk knowingly, Lukas sliding me a mimosa. "Looking bred, ja? Jax's potent cum got you glowing." Tomas winks. "Bottom skills on point—walk us through the night?" Jax laughs, arm around me, as banter flows, plans for the day ahead in their flirty pack.

Yes.....there is a lot more to the entire conversion process. I am in the process of writing other chapters - the entire weekend where not only Jax but his other friends used me behind his back. I am also in the process of writing multiple chapters of my first and only relationship of 8 years. This one will be erotic but also a bit emotional. I hope guys enjoy my work.