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It would be nice to start all of this to say I had no idea when I entered the Bathhouse what Bug chasing and Neg/Poz sex was about. That would make all of this look innocent.That I had no idea what might happen and that I was forced into this against my will, almost. That would be a total lie though. Do you notice how many stories and porn stories with pozzing as it’s main subject , always have a guy slightly unwilling, naive or duped into becoming a poz slut? That was not me . I was no victim. I wanted that poz cum in me when I went into the bathhouse. I selected that bathhouse because the reviews had mentioned lots of shady men and bareback sex. More than one review mentioned guys with veins popping out and breeding going on. It was a magnet to me. The moment I saw a comment, that some guy had got pozzed there, I knew I had to go. Like a moth to the fucking flame, I was at the door of the bathhouse to get fucked poz This night I walked into the small bathhouse with purpose. I had seen an ad , an ad for a guy to be pozzed and like the voyeur and slut I was, I had to see, I had to go .I barely noticed the guy who smiled as I gave him my money , when I walked in. I asked where the Steamroom was , he replied . I walked to the lockers and I quickly undressed and wrapped a towel around me. The Steamroom was downstairs. I ignored everything else and tried to find it That is where the young guy in the Bareback Ad online had said he would be. He wanted to be Poz. The ad had 14 replies. At least 5 fully poz guys with no medication answered. The bottom was 19 and you could tell many guys would go just because he was young. I went because I knew one of the guys going. He wasn’t poz and he had fucked me before, but he was hot and so the young guy had readily accepted the request and told him when and where it was happening . The same bathhouse , with the same reputation and here I was outside the Steamroom. I put my towel on the hook outside the room. There were only about 4 other towels on hooks. I walked in. The first thing I noticed was not being able to see .It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and even then all I could see was shadows . What was surprising or really not ,was how few shadows there were and how none of the shadows seemed to be engaged in anything resembling sex. Before I could sit down on a bench, I saw a shadow lurch towards me. It was my fuckbud . In an angry whisper he said to me “ I knew it was you. That fucking stuck up slut never came. He bailed. They nearly always do. “ with that he walked out. Silence, darkness and heat and what was I clutching, oh yeah the poppers. I sat down. Part of me knew he wouldn’t turn up. It was all too much of a fantasy and what was I hoping anyway? To watch him be pozzed . Why never me ? I was thinking of all of this when I noticed a sudden movement near me. One of the shadows started moving towards another shadow and started speaking. “Well fuck it , if I am not going to gift someone I am going to the pub.” The guy he was talking to laughed. “ These fucking flakes, you know it is all just bullshit” then it happened. I don’t know if it was poppers or fear or darkness or that I was desperate ,but I heard myself speak. It was so lacking in confidence , but it was me, there was no doubt. “I am Neg. I would love to be charged Poz.” There was silence. I had no idea how many people were in the Steamroom. Including me , maybe 5? Silence . Nothing. Then one of the voices spoke. “You want my Poz seed?” “Fuck yeah “ I replied. Out of darkness I felt a hand. It lightly brushed my cock, then I felt myself being lifted up as the hand went under my balls and started to search my ass. “Fuck yeah ,Poz him “ someone said out of the darkness. I was both terrified and exhilarated. Out of the steam the shape of a fat cock came into view and my mouth opened as the hand beneath my balls started to lift me up, still searching my ass. I knew i was about to be lost . I grabbed the poppers and held it against my nose and sniffed hard. At that moment someone grabbed me and took the poppers out of my hand and while I tried to get them back started to turn me around towards the wall. I could hear myself breathing , talking to myself “ Fuck what are you doing ? “ I said to myself . “Don’t stop relax you want this ,”the other part of me said. Then my voice came out again “Poz my Neg ass” There were groans . I could hear people jerking off and then suddenly I saw a small man with a crix belly . He had a big fat cock. He had veins out everywhere that I could see. He had the “look”. Now it was my turn to groan. He came close to my ear and loudly whispered “ I was going to ask if you were sure” He said , “ but we both know you are.. slut “ He disappeared behind . I felt someone spread my legs . I couldn’t tell who. Suddenly as out of nowhere I felt my bottle of poppers against my nose. I sniffed it in hard, as it was taken away again .I relaxed and lent back, but started to feel a dick start to probe my ass. I panicked. Had I even lube up there?. But then I could feel the cold distinct feeling of lube being rubbed in my ass. Just as I felt this I felt a guy’s cock behind push into me hard. I groaned hard. I almost panted. I could hear groans around the room and the loud sounds of wanking. I was terrified and in heat. I hoped and feared it was the crix guy behind me,but both of us were panting and the pain and the pleasure kept up . My moaning was becoming loud, like some bitch in heat I was. Someone opened the Steamroom door and closed it. The heat started become hard to bear. Still I was bent towards the wall. The shadows seemed closer, the groans and the jerking. Someone groaned loudly and came on the floor. This made everyone louder. I was lost. “Make me pregnant” I yelled. “Charge me “ The door kept opening and closing . There was a loud groan and suddenly stillness behind me. “ You got my babies mate” and he laughed. At that there was a loud groan of “Fuck yeah” . I thought it was from some other guy, but it was me. A dick left, another one replaced it . I was being converted.i loved it The guy with Crix came up beside me again. “Tonight your going to be fucked up. “Please fuck me “i yelled . “ I already made you pregnant mate. The guy fucking you now is the guy who let you in and he has never taken meds. You will be truly fucked up by the end of this.” I don’t know how long I was there. I don’t know how many loads I had. Eventually I ended up at the showers. Everyone I passed smiled. Others would smile and pat me on the butt. I was humiliated. I was in heat . I could still feel cum inside me. It was still going down my leg .I went upstairs and dressed. As I went to the front door dressed ,the guy who let me in smiled. “Do you need a water. You must be dehydrated .”He handed me a bottle. I offered to pay . “ Are you kidding , after the floor show you put on tonight. Everyone should be buying you drinks” . I looked him over. He didn’t have the look . He smiled and almost blushed. “ Hey bud don’t worry I have it and you have well and truly been infected” . It was my turn to blush. “ I um.. “ I managed to stammer. The guy had a broad smile on him. “ I may not be obvious, but you are. As soon as you walked in I thought yep he wants the bug. When your friend left he was pissed because the 19 year old wasn’t there. He told me that at least you would be pozzed tonight. I mean that is how it always happens”. I was abit confused. He looked me in the eye and said “ There is no 19 year old begging to be pozzed that has an ad out to meet at this place. I place it, every couple of weeks , a different one. Sometimes they are 25, sometimes 30. Always hot. Always desperate to be pozzed.” “But why ?“ I stammered out “ Because it drums up business. People always come. The Tuesday night used to be dead. Now we have people crawling all over the place. The 19 year old may not be here, but someone always leaves converted. Someone always leaves with the Gift. Tonight that guy is you.” My legs felt weak, but I could feel my dick get stiff. “ In a couple of weeks hopefully you will take “ he said. “ The next time I put out an ad for a hot 27 year old you can be there and help convert a newbie . Someone like you . But if you don’t convert you can be that newbie. Can I sign you up for a membership for this bathhouse?” “Sold” I yelled too quickly. “ I want to be a member “. He smiled “ This week you are the newest member”
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I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.- 29 replies
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I lay there in the dark. I could just see shapes in front of me. I was on a leather mattress, one of three next to each other. A guy I could see was lying next to me. Like me he had his ass open to the sky, to anyone. My ass was open to anyone as well. But it was open to Poz guys more than anyone else. I didn’t want to discriminate. But to me I needed Poz cum. Only 30 minutes before I was on my iPhone typing my position and area on my iPhone. The ad I placed in Barebackrt was very specific. “ Poz guys only to breed Neg guy not on Prep in dark room at Bathhouse. Please bareback Poz with the words not on Meds Poz” time and place. Here I was 30 mins later lying on my stomach in the dark . My asshole was lubed. Every other minute I sniffed poppers. My cock was irrelevant. It is an intense experience lying in the dark, sniffing poppers, watching shadows in front of you. The guy next to me was as still as a plank. Part of me wanted to check his pulse. When a guy came near him and start to fuck him, he hardly made a sound. You could feel men’s hands feel your ass and legs ,finger your hole. Random men . But I wanted something else . Something more . I waited. It seemed like forever and not long at all. A guy was feeling my leg in the dark. It was slow . He got to my ass and seemed to linger around my hole. Suddenly a voice came out of the darkness” Not on Meds , Poz” That was it . Nothing for a moment, as I breathed harder. Suddenly I felt wetness, Then I felt hardness. Then pain , then pleasure. Next to me the voice again.” You got more than you bargained for . Take that Poz cock.” He pushed it in hard. I had an intake of breath. We both stopped for a moment . Then a voice. “ “You sure you want this?. No turning back” He almost impaled me and I answered almost in a scream. “ Give me your Poz DNA.” He breathed against my neck. “ Your a fucking slut” “ Yes” I responded. The guy fucking me laughed. Then loudly he said to anyone in the room “ This slut wants to be fucked Poz, full of Poz cum. No self respect. He deserves everything he gets. Load him up with anything”. With his elbow he pushed me down. “I will be back”. He got off me. Emptiness. This was only for a minute or so . “ Fuck bitch you want fucking AIDS!!” In short jabbing movements the next guy did not care. “ Been Poz 3 weeks you will fucking have this Pozzz” He trailed off. He had cum. So quickly. He managed to say “ Slut” as he left me but he disappeared as quickly as he came. I felt myself smile. This is heaven.This is the meaning of life. Another voice. “ No meds, Poz” this guy just grunted, again and again pushing into me. “ Fuck slut you are Poz “ He came abruptly. Next to me the other guy being bottomed moved. He put his hand on my shoulder”. I need to cum “ He said. “ I have no idea what I am . If I have it or not. Never been tested”. “Please fuck me “ I replied. He moved on top of me and started to pound hard my ass . “ I need to cum .Fuck this is so hot. Fuck you are so we wet. Fuuck!”. He had cum. He breathed against my neck. He stayed there for the longest time and then moved” Hope you get what you want” He said as he left. I was still smiling to myself in the darkness when I heard a familiar voice. Gruffly he announced to the shadows . “Have you had your fill of Poz cum slut? “ “ Never” I replied. “Please fill me up with more” He rammed into me hard. I panted into the mattress. “I am close ,slut. You are going to be Charged Poz. Fuck you are going to have dirty seed in you. Take that Poz seed! “ We both lay there. “You are going to have to go out of this Dark room eventually. People are milling around out the door to see who the Poz loving cum dump is. I smiled to myself. I had achieved wanted I was a Poz loving cum dump in a Bathhouse darkroom.- 9 replies
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I remember when I heard about The Six. I had just been barebacked by a dominating top. We had Poz talk throughout. The last words I spoke was “ Give me your Poz babies” as he bred into me. “The problem with me” he said as he lay back down on the bed “ is I am firing blanks and it is clear you are ready for the real thing.” I laughed. “ You are the real thing. I love Poz guys even if you have meds. I have been fucked by many guys not on meds. I enjoy the feeling of Poz guys filling me up with dirty seed”. My top laughed “That is because you are a slut that craves Poz cum, but I have known you long enough to know you need more than just the Poz seed, you need the Gift.” He smiled “ I think you need The Six”. I laughed. It sounded absurd. “ it is no joke “ He said. That was 4 months ago. Now I was here in a large dark room in a bathhouse that had been booked for the night, under “ The Six” Well there were 6 of us in the room,but clearly we were not The Six. We were the bottom sluts. Some of us were freaking out. “ What the fuck am I doing here?” One guy was almost pleading to us. Another guy had a smile on his face , which probably matched my own. It was nirvana. Alright it was nirvana mixed with excitement and fear. But I was hot for this. Every fibre wanted this. The poppers that I breathed in heavily helped draw me into this new heaven. My dominant top , that was one of many on my way to Poz slutdom had explained it abit to me.” The Six “ are guys who are all Poz without meds. They are made up of either newly Poz guys or Poz guys that are dominant and need to infect continuously. They change , so one time it may be made up of the same guys for 2 pozzings but it might change along the way with a different guy appearing occasionally or several,” I was erect when he told me this “ How does it work ? “I could hardly contain my excitement. Basically it was a group of six guys who met every few months, sometimes only twice a year, sometimes 3 or 4 times a year. They were made up of guys not on meds who wanted to Gift willing guys. The guys who were going to be gifted needed to be invited by members and there could be no backing out if the invitation was accepted. The strike rate I was told was basically 100 %. Because of all of this you never entirely knew which one of the six made you pregnant. “ The moment they walk in, the name of the game is to make all the Negs Poz. You can get fucked by 1 or all 6. It is not up to you. It is up to them. There also needs to be 6 bottoms who need to be Poz. It is not enough to need it, you have to be almost fated to be Poz. It is why this sometimes takes months to occur, sometimes up to 6 months. You never truly know who infects you. God knows what happens if you try to back out” a wry smile came over him” let’s just say you don’t leave without the Gift” “How do you know so much about it. Are you part of it?” I asked. “ I am on Meds, of course not “ he smiled at me “ “But before that “ I said. He just smiled “ It usually happens at a bathhouse. The room is booked , the bottoms arrive and then The Six. “I gulped, I could hardly breath. This could be all bullshit. But part of me knew it wasn’t. “ I am going to put your name forward.” He said.” You will get an email. It will be an email will have a subject line “ The Six” It will have a Respond/ Delete button. If you delete, you can never again be one of the sluts going to be pozzed by The Six. If you respond you agree to it all, no backing out at all. You will receive an email with time and place. No backout.” He smiled again. “This is you “ Here I was 4 months later in a dark room in a bathhouse with 4 other slut bottoms and another near hysterical bottom. “ I am out of here” he said” Sorry this was all a mistake “ He didn’t move though. “ No one is forcing you to stay ,there is the door, you can open it “ said the guy with the smile on his face. There was footsteps outside the door then it opened. Six guys came in , one after the other, all different. It was hard to make out the features because of the dark. A guy had “ The look” veins and what I imagined with a largish belly and a long dick. I licked my lips. A couple of the guys looked like they were maybe bottoms in normal sex but here they all were in front of us full of Poz venom, infected with life force. It was a beautiful sight, only ruined by the nervous nelly wandering around. “ I have to go sorry. I made a big mistake “ said nervous nelly. There was no answer. One of the six stepped up to nervous nelly put his hands on the bottoms shoulders and pushed him down to the top’s dick. Nervous nelly was confused and just opened his mouth and let the dick come in. He started sucking hard on the dick. The top fed him poppers. I always thought at this point there would be a little speech about a group of Poz guys infecting a group of Neg guys. No one moved to make a speech, but smiling bottom seeing nervous nelly sucking furiously on the popper fed cock took it upon himself to go up to the top I had been eyeing and grab his cock. With expert handling, while my jealousy started to rise, he guided the Poz Look guy expertly with his hands and within 10 seconds he was being ridden by Poz look guy hard. “ I want your Poz babies” smiling guy yelled. Meanwhile already nervous nelly was getting bred by Poz top. His smile said everything. Nervous Nelly was as happy as a pig in shit. I felt hands against me and I was pushed forward. I didn’t have time to think before I felt a sharp pain inside me that eased as I put poppers up to me. A voice next to my ear said.” Don’t worry mate. I saw you eyeing crix guy, my Viral Load is higher than his. You are bound to be toxic. By the time you have been ridden a couple of times you will be in the Club. Infection guaranteed. “I allowed my self to sniff heaven with poppers and looked around. Everyone was fucking. There were 12 people in the room. Interspersed with the moans were words you heard. “ Charge me “ “ I want to be Poz” “fucking infect me !!” “ these are the last seconds you will be a neg boy” Breed me, breed me!!” I want to be pregnant with Poz” this last comment was made by nervous nelly as Poz Top pushed into him. “Fuck take that Poz infected load “ he gasped My maker whispered into my ear. “Fuck I am going to breed that scared little slut with my Poz load, after I have finished infecting you.I can feel my PA scraping against your insides. You should be bleeding now and the infection should take . Fuck I am about to poison you.” I was shocked that I maybe bleeding. It scared me ,but I didn’t miss a beat. “Infect me. Make me yours. Make me Poz “ that was too much for him and he suddenly lurched into me.” Have my dirty seed slut” he whispered. He lay there for a moment, then slowly backed away, leaving me raw , bloody and full of Poz sperm. “ “You all leave here infected” he said as walked away. Before I had time to react, someone else entered me . “ Fuck blood and sperm “ you sure are going to pregnant with Poz by the time this is finished. I am a bottom” he said “I have only topped twice and that is to Poz sluts like you. You are the Second guy. The first one was that scared guy over there, but now I have built up some more Poz sperm , it is going to be you. Fuck I feel the need charge you. “I whimpered” “Please make me toxic”. “Bitch the PA bitch before you created the cake, I am just putting the icing on top. Take those babies slut.” It felt like hours I was there. It felt at least 4. There were moments where I needed to sit but felt torn and sore. The Six would Poz then rest, the come back for more. Crix guy bred me, but I felt like a whimpering mess. As he pushed his Poz cum in my ass I felt a tear in my eye. When it was all over I was sore and bloodied and two weeks later I came down with the tell tale flu. I received an email after I knew my results. The subject line was “ The Six” It had an accept and a decline on it. The accept said “ Be part of The Six for the next conversion. The decline was I was going on Meds. I accepted and smiled. I could now give what I received.
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This is my first ever attempt at writing. I hope I've set the stage for more. If you like it please let me know. It all started 12 years ago. I met Him online in one of those chat sites called IRC. We messaged each other quite regularly for 10 years moving around to various cruising websites and apps. Him calling me a fag and telling me everything He would do to me. I was instructed to call Him BEAST. BEAST is 5'7" of solid tattooed muscle who smokes cigars and chews tobacco. He is always in leather and on the prowl for new recruits. His cock is 10 inches and fat. He has a 00 gauge PA, a frenum that encircles His head, and a ladder made up of 12 more barbells. I am 6'1", shaved head, tattooed, pierced, with a stocky build. I often get mistaken for a top but I'm a pig bottom. I've been with my partner for more than 20 years. We were monogamous for the first 16 years of our relationship. When we decided to open our relationship to others, we agreed to go on PrEP. We both know I'm a cumpig and I wasn't going to get fucked with a rubber. I let BEAST know we had opened our relationship and He said that didn't surprise Him. That fags like me need to be used regularly. BEAST had me start repeating to myself "my holes belong to men...they are there for their pleasure" everynight 50 times before I went to sleep. A few months later, I had to go out of town for business. I messaged BEAST to let Him know I would be in His state...hoping He would come use me. I didn't know if He would or what would happen. Three days after I messaged Him, I got a message. He instructed me to book a room at a seedy dive on the south of town. So, I went online to find this place and the rooms were only $39 a night. This place was there for one reason...people to get laid. As the trip got closer, BEAST sent me instructions. I was to buy a jock and wear it every day for two weeks. When I pissed, it was to go through the jock. I was told to cum every day into the jock. I was to buy a chalice and find a ritual for U/us to recite.
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When I walked into the guy’s bedroom, after he let me in, there were at least 10 bottles of poppers on his bedside table. There was the smell of smoke in the room. I felt uneasy. He smiled at me. His bathrobe fell open . He was hairy with a small dick , but above that small dick was a massive Biohazard tattoo. “ You like it?” My lips licked. “Don’t worry about the dick. It maybe small but I am a cruel Top. The last 2 guys that wanted this were Poz within 2 weeks. He laughed. At that moment , as I sat on his bed I felt like I was an 18 year old virgin staring up at the Devil. First instinct, run. Second instinct ,run. Third ... my dick was hard. He lay down in the bed and looked wholly unconcerned I was there. I thought he must either be on drugs or debauched , or both. “ Ian will be here in about 5 “ He concentrated on the Bel Ami video in front of him. If this was a fantasy scene he would be watching Treasure Island Porn but we were instead watching impossibly gorgeous Straight Europeans fucking bare. I did not know who Ian was. I was faintly regretting what I was doing here. I had answered an ad. 2 Poz guys wanted to “play” with a Neg. I was here to be played with. There was a knock on the front door. Biohazard guy went and answered it . There were whispers outside the door then they both came in. My eyes widened. “Ian” stood in front of me his mouth half open. The last time I saw him was after he left my bedroom 6 months before, having left a load up my ass. When he did this he said he was Neg. “ You two know each other?.” Bio said .Ian looked at me genuinely shattered “ I ... had ... no idea” he stammered. “ This is Classic” said Biohazard guy jerking on his dick while looking at both of us with a smile on his face. “ Ian is this the guy you fucked, you told me about just before you found out you were Poz? “ He laughed. Ian looked at the floor unable to meet my eyes. “ Ian found out he was Poz one day after he fucked you raw. He was so ashamed because he thought he may have pozzed you and he was so sure he wouldn’t be Poz” Bio laughed again. “He hasn’t had sex since that time and I got him to do this tonight because I wanted to make him feel the power you feel infecting your Poz sperm into a Neg slut. He wouldn’t do it but I persuaded him and now he is here in front of the last slut he barefucked. Fucking karma that is what this is. You Poz then?” “ No I have been checked twice since then still Neg” I said looking at Ian. “This is fucking fate . Of all the fucking people you get to Poz is the guy you thought you had before you found out you were”. Bio laughed” I can’t “ said Ian, still unable to look at me. “You fucking can . “ Bio said angrily. “ This guy here is nothing, he is just a slut, a slut who needs Poz cum. He wants it. He begs for it”. Bio looked at me. “ Well?” He said. I have to be honest, the whole thing was freaking me out. I wanted to leave. I kept thinking if I had escaped being pozzed with Ian why I didn’t leave and change the fate that Bio kept going on about. But that is not what I said. “ I want Poz cum and Poz dick. Infect me .. please. “ Bio laughed. “ Strip” he said to me. “ You too “ he said to Ian in a gentler tone. Bio went to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of poppers and went to Ian “ Sniff “ he commanded to Ian. Ian hesitated and then took large sniff up each nostril. He visibly relaxed .Bio came up to me and shoved the poppers under my nose and I took l huge sniffs. Bio lay on the bed. “ Now suck my poz cock” I started sucking hard on the hairy dick and like anytime I was on poppers, felt the desire to never let go of the cock. Bio handed the bottle to Ian and after a moment I felt his tongue at my ass. It felt delicious. I pushed my ass further into his face. For a moment I think we were both in heaven. It could have lasted for ever, it felt, but Bio shoved the poppers under my nose again.” Sit on my raw Poz dick” Without thinking I did it. I started riding Bio’s dick, his tattoo of the Biohazard below me ,I was smiling. “ Yes slut “ He said smiling, “you love that Poz dick. You love that I am going to make you pregnant.”He pushed up the poppers to my nose. I drew in the life force and pushed myself down on his cock. I saw an arm from behind me and grab the bottle. Ian drew in a huge sniff. Ian’s arms suddenly came around me pushing me harder onto Bio’s dick. I felt a big dick behind my back and then I felt Ian move towards my ass. His hands started pushing my ass apart. Just as I started to breath harder, poppers were again under my nose, this was from Bio who grabbed another bottle from the bedside table. I breathed in deeply and suddenly gasped as I felt a bigger dick enter me at the same time as Bio with a smile across his face sniffed some more poppers. At first I didn’t want to move. I was in pain, I was in heaven. The smell of poppers was everywhere. I felt it again in my nose and then as my head swam I saw the Biohazard Tattoo and I pushed myself onto the 2 cocks. “ You won’t know who the daddy is of your babies, slut” Bio said. Now Ian really started to push into me. He murmured “ I am going to make you mine. I am going to charge you” he said. “ Please make me your Poz slut Ian... infect me Poz” I almost yelled. Suddenly Bio pushed himself into me hard. “ Take those Poz babies slut. “ With that his eyes glazed over and lay completely still. Ian wasted no time” This time I am going to infect you right. “He said “Take that Poz load ... Your mine” For the first time in my life I felt warmth go up my butt . “ I feel your Poz load.... Thank you.. thanks. “ “Your mine now “ Said Ian “ Ring me when your pregnant. If your not pregnant ring me again to make you pregnant. See you when you are charged. We both smiled. 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Part 1 Time: Present Moment, spring 2020 Point of View: Darren Darren sat in his dimly lit cheap motel room on all fours waiting for that sound he loves so much. The sound of the motel door opening and pants hitting the floor. Any minute now and the first of many for the night would start arriving to drop anon seed in his cumdump hole. Darren sat on all fours browsing various hookup apps sending more and more invites with his room number out when he heard the sound he had been waiting for. At the sound of the door opening Darren set his phone aside and put his head face down. The second sound of pants dropping came and the blood began to rush to Darrens 8” uncut Italian cock. “turn around boy, I want you to see who’s fuckin you” Darren turns around to see a tall, slim, veiny pig with a large black biohazard tattoo right over his cock. The pigs body was wasting and veiny. “you want this full blown aids cock don’t you boy” Darrens heart began to race and his cock and hole were throbbing. “fuck yes sir, please give me your aids cock, I need to be full blown” the pigs cock jumped as soon as the words “aids cock” rolled off Darrens tongue. Like a wake up call that it was time for it to fulfill its purpose, spreading toxic seed. ”get on your back boy, I wanna look you in the eyes while I shoot this death seed up your cunt” Trembling from excitement, Darren flips over to his back and pulls his knees to his chest. The pig steps forward and lines his rock hard uncut aids cock against Darrens hole. Darren feels the wetness leaking from the pigs cock as he twirls it around over the hole and teases it “fuck sir, you’re already leaking so much precum” the pig laughs softly and says “I’m leaking something alright”, then shoves his aids cock all the way inside Darrens cunt. the breath catches in Darrens lungs and his entire body begins to tingle as the pig starts ramming his death stick in his ass. Darrens eyes fixated on the biohazard tattoo above the pigs thrusting cock, he begins to jerk off his dick while he gets pounded by the pig. The pig swats Darrens hand off his dick and says “wait, got something that might help you boy”. The pig reaches his hand behind his ass and comes back with his hand covered in cum. “Pushed out the 10 or so loads I was collecting in there for you to jerk with. Those should definitely get your dick nice and bugged too” and begins to lather up Darrens cock with the collected asscum. that alone almost made Darren shoot his load. He has never jerked his dick using cum from another’s hole. Darren began to jerk his cock off with the asscum while the pig picked up the pace on fucking his hole. Getting closer to cumming the pig shouts out “tell me what you want boy” darren, getting close himself, shouts out “your aids cum! Make me a toxic aids whore. Give me your poz seed and all the bugs you got. I want to be diseased” the pig began to grunt heavily while his cock clenched and shot thick ropes of highly viral seed in Darrens hole. Darren shot his cum all over his chest knowing that he just got a highly diseased load in him. the pig pulls his cock out and walks around the bed to Darrens mouth. “clean my cock off boy” darren eagerly gets closer to suck off the aids cum. He slides the head into his mouth then the shaft. As the head passes over his lips he feels small irregular bumps, he takes the cock out of his mouth to see what he’s feeling and his cock instantly gets hard again. ”that’s right boy, you found me looking for a poz load but I decided to give you a few more gifts. Now suck that cock and worship those sores like a good pig” Darrens head began to spin as he eagerly sucked the pigs herpes covered cock. Each bump sliding over his lips and tongue bringing him to a new state of ecstasy, he didn’t realize how much time had passed until he suddenly felt hands on the back of his head and hot streams of cum shooting down his throat “don’t swallow it boy” darren looks up at the pig holding his cum in his mouth when the pig gets on the bed next to Darren. “Feed daddy his cum back, boy.” Darren leans over the pigs mouth and spits the cum in to his mouth the passionately kisses him. Swapping the dirty load back and forth. After some time of cum swapping the pig puts on his clothes and heads out. Darren lays back on the bed mind blown and waiting for the next pig to cum
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I stayed at a friend's place for a few days, but most of the time he was at work or away, so I ended-up spending my time chilling out or on Grindr. There were some fit dudes in the area, but from speaking with them I figured bareback was a 'no go'. I noticed a cute young white twink who was a little further away. His profile had bareback written all over it and he was desperate to get loaded up, anytime, anywhere and by anyone. Just from looking at the profile and his pics I knew he was going to be a sleazy bug chaser. So I contacted him, and early in our conversation I brought up the subject and soon after that he was begging to be converted with my strain, saying he was negative, (which I found hard to believe as he had talked about what a cum whore he was) and that he had been taking loads non stop over the last few years. Similarly he didn't quite believe that I was poz. As we continued exchanging messages, several times he verified (as best he could) that I was genuinely positive. I told him the truth, how I had been poz for the last five years and had never taken any meds, although I would need to start treatment fairly soon. Well, it was clear his hole was desperately hungry and twitching for my dick and poz seed, so I told him I would GUARANTEE his conversion if he was willing and understood the risks. Immediately he agreed as he was obsessed with prospects of obtaining my strain. (I made the guarantee knowing I've built up quite a toxic strain over the years, especially as I've traveled for work all over the globe, and I've fucked quite a few holes in different countries, although, truth be told, I've had more loads fucked into my ass overall. I'm a no-questions-asked type of guy when it comes to bottoming, although on BBRTS, I always tend to search for poz tops. Naturally neg tops don't do much for me, but perversely neg bottoms are.) We exchanges several more messages, and eventually he gave me his address. I instructed him to (i) leave the door on the latch, (ii) be on all fours, (iii) wearing his sluttiest jock strap and (iv) place a toothbrush on the bed. I was quite sure he knew exactly what I had planned for his juicy neg hole. It took about 20 minutes to get to his place. Pushing the front door open with ease, I stepped inside and closed it behind me. I reached up under my baseball cap and pulled down the black balaclava hidden beneath it. I walked the length of the ground floor apartment and found the door to the bedroom. On the bed was a smooth hole in the air in a well used cum/lube stained jockstrap and a brand new toothbrush placed just under the waistband. The cum dump had a lean build, appeared to be early to mid twenties, smooth all over with light brown/blond hair and a beefy ass. I unzipped my jeans, releasing my semi hard dick, walked towards the head of the bed, grabbed the cum dumps head and pulled it back, "Open your mouth, pig. The more spit on my dick means the easier it goes in your hole." Not only do I not believe in using rubbers. I also don't believe in using lube either, figuring the bottom doesn't deserve it! He opened his mouth wide, I rammed my dick straight in and as deep as I could. He gagged and recoiled but that just made my dick even harder. Next I ran my hand down his back and the tip of my finger circled his hole. It was nice and dry, I was glad the fucker hadn't pre-lubed before I got there. He continued to work his mouth around my shaft for several minutes, occasionally begging for my poz seed when he came up for air, pleading for it to be deposited deep inside his guts and not down his throat. I moved down and round to his ass, rubbing my sloppy dick over the hole, applying just enough pressure to tease the opening but not penetrate it. "What is it you want, pig?" "I NEED your toxic strain inside my ass, Sir." "Are you sure you want it? It's a really potent, unmedicated bug. It's the greatest gift you could ever hope to receive. But you know what? I'm not sure you really deserve it. But then, the risk and decision is solely yours. There won't be any opportunity to change your mind - once we get started." "I'm desperate for the bug, Sir. I've wanted it for such a long time. Rape your strain into my ass as roughly as you can. No pulling out, and no 'safe word'. As he commited himself, I felt his dick harden in excitement. "Good answer, fuck pig. First, however, I need to prep your hole. I'm gonna brush it so it's nice and bloody, and the strain definitely takes - and quickly. "Yes, Sir. Will it definitely take? You're definitely poz, right? I really hope you are!" "As I said before, pig, I am most definitely poz, and guarantee my strain will sero-convert you. If you still don't believe me, well, you will believe me in about a month. Just wait and see!" I slid the new toothbrush out from under the jock, running my thumb over the clean white dry bristles, rubbing the toothbrush gently over his hole for a few seconds, then grasped the handle firmly as if I were holding a knife, without warning and in one quick movement drove the toothbrush deep into his guts. The stupid fucker squirmed and let out a cry which he muffled by driving his head down into the pillow. I started out with a gentle sawing motion inside his hole, applying more and more pressure, then reverting to a gentle brush, seeing just how much he could take. The more he squirmed the harder my dick got. I withdrew the brush and found it covered in a little blood, I pulled his head back, lifted the blindfold he was wearing off for a second and showed the dumb twink the bloody toothbrush before reinserting it. I continued with the previous brushing method, then started to rotate the brush 360 degrees. Now that was painful, it was clear to see from his muffled screams. My dick was throbbing by that point and dripping with pre-cum. It was time to fuck. It was time for his conversion. I pulled the brush out of his ass as roughly as I could. The bristles were now covered with a large amount of bright red blood. His hole was more than ready! "It burns. It feels like my hole's on fire, Sir." I positioned my dick over the now bloody hole and slid in slowly, I wanted to savour every minute. The blood, earlier spit and pre-cum helped lube my entry. He let out a low moan as each inch passed through his ring. His hole grasped tightly around my shaft and I started to jack hammer his ring, pounding my meat as deeply and roughly as I could. The entire time he begged for my poz jizz. After approximately 15 minutes of continuous fucking, as the sweat dripped from my body and as his blood seeped from his hole, I was ready to shoot my load. "Here it comes, pig. You ready for it? My nasty toxic bug. My pure, potent strain of poz cum. Beg me for it! Beg me, pig! Be the stupid fucker who begged to get pozzed-up." "Please, Sir, poz my hole, I beg you! Convert me! I want your DNA inside of my ass - to be a part of me forever. You will own me, but your seed will destroy my hole." With that my cock pulsed several times, I began grunting and spewed out my three-day load, completely emptying my nuts into the pig's guts. As the last spurts drained into his body, I collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. Then, whispering into his ear I said "Welcome to the club, AIDS pig. You are now completely fucked. I've just give you one of the nastiest strains of HIV on the planet. You dumb fuckin' whole. I know you're going to come to regret taking my load." I pulled my meat out and wiped my bloody shaft on his bed sheets, cleaned up and was out of there within a few minutes. Later that evening, of course, he messaged me on Grindr thanking me for his conversion. I sensed that he still doubted my status. I told him I wanted to hear from him as soon as he started to get sick with the fuck flu. A few weeks passed and I dropped him a message on Grindr. He answered saying he felt unwell, and suspected it was the fuck flu. My dick hardened and I gloated that I had guaranteed his conversion, and his doubts aside, I was a man of my word. He continued to thank me for my strain, apologising for his initial doubts and how he was hungry for more strains. Another week went by and he hadn't replied to my most recent messages, but I honestly didn't think much about him. Then a week after that he contacted me, telling me that he was so weak from my strain he had had to spend the remainder of his fuck flu in hospital, on an IV drip! When I read as much I instantly got a boner. After all, I suppose if you're going to do a job then you have to do it well, and his this case I did it extremely well. He's a lucky pig to get such a potent strain and he knows it. He tells me that he's started to fuck as many twinks as he can find... apparently good news isn't the only thing to spread fast
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This will be few short stories of innocent young men being corrupted....... First Story.... Jake and John were young couple. Jake was 23 YO white man and Juan was 28 YO Dominican. They met when they were still young at some rave. Jake was only 17 YO when they met and Juan took advantage of a young Jake tripping on E and took Jake's virginity. Juan and Jake used lots of drugs and partied around that time. Whenever they had sex, Juan usually fucked Jake while he was tripping high from partying. They also had sex with others when they partied. Jake started to get more and more interested in topping as well so often they picked up a bottom boy or two to fuck together. They started to get heavier into the PNP scene and fucked around a lot. One night, they picked up a cute Asian bottom from a club who invited them to his place. When they got there, there were few other men partying and having sex. The party was being hosted by a big black man who was the BF of the Asian bottom who spotted Jake and Juan a while ago to create an opportunity to play all together. There were lots of drugs being passed around. Asian boy was a nurse so he prepared few rigs and they all slammed. The party got wild and more and more people kept on coming over. Jake and Juan played with the Asian boy who turned out to be a really submissive bottom. They started to play the homemade vid of the black man host using younger bottoms to fuck with his huge cock. Jake was loving watching bottoms being used on the screen and started to get wilder on the Asian. He slapped the boys ass so hard and made lots of handprints on him. Asian boy seemed to love it more as harder Jake slapped him. The host came over to us and invited us to his play room in the basement. Jake didn't want pull his cock out so carried the asian boy to the play room while his cock was still embedded in the hole. The host repositioned and got ready to DP the tight Asian hole along Jake's cock. He gave some K to the asian boy helping him to open up to take both their cocks. They fucked the bottom hard for few minutes and stopped when the black man started to piss inside the boy's ass while fucking. This triggered Jake to start pissing as well and as they pumped in and out, it srarted to leak out of hole onto the floor. The Asian boy was just a rag doll at this point and both Jake and the black man used his body to jerk off their cocks. There were lots of other people around them pissing and fucking and the whole place reeked of sex, sweat and piss. This party lasted for a day or so and Jake played with the submissive asian bottom the whole time using the boy as his personal cum and piss dump. They also got carried away and shared needles with someone to slam. Few days later after sobering up, they got a bit scared so got tested and found out they were positive. Juan stopped partying and decided to live a healthier life style but Jake took the news badly. He started to party more and fucked around more. He also started to explore his piggy side more and more. His main target was young asian bottoms as Jake somehow blamed the Asian bottom for leading him to that sex party that night. He lured young innocent asian boys with good looks and charmed them to bed. Once he got them in bed, he used drugs or just physical strength to overpower them and use them for his pleasure.
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Quick note: Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian. Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime. It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch. It was about three months ago. That’s when it happened. When my hole life changed. It had been a long, hard day. My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast. My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way. And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen. By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood. I needed to destress a bit. No. Let’s be honest. I needed a good fuck. I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town. I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites. Great music, great drinks, great staff. You know how they say you can’t go home again? It’s true. The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there. The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless. Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar. It barely felt like the same bar anymore. I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in? I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party. Well over a year and a half before. At least the drinks were still good. So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink. Then another. Then another. Then another. I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy. I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit. Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall. But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd. So I just sat alone in my corner. Drinking. None of this did anything for my mood. Finally, enough was enough. I staggered out of the club. I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck. I passed some of the other bars but discounted them: the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already. So I kept walking. I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home. And then I looked up and saw where I was. Just ahead of me was the bathhouse. I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there. Which would just be awkward. But I had been persistently curious. Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix. Tonight was the night. I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside. “Good evening.” The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone. “Are you a member?” “No… this is my first time in here.” He pushed a sheet of paper towards me. “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.” I took the sheet and began completing it. I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far. No point backing out now. “Locker or room?” “Um… what’s the difference?” He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices. “The room costs 10 more.” “I guess just a locker.” I gave him back the completed form along the cash. He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself. I walked through into a locker room. I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore. The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors. In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room and jacuzzi. Upstairs seemed divided into two parts. To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”. I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though. To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side. One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff. There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn. This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered. Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around. They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape. Some looked downright I'll. No one I wanted to play around with. It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so. I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks. Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point. I wandered over to the video room. There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get. The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel. I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off. I ignored the old guys as they entered and left. Just kept focused on the videos. I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes. Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me. He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly. I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side. When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room. Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting. I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’. Many were closed and dark. Not rented yet, I assumed. A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors. My dick got a little harder. Other doors were open and occupied. I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger. In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past. It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out. Maybe this was going to be a bust. Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends. And then I walked by the last open door. A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room. He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room. I stopped in my tracks. He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile. Unshaven stubble. Skin a natural tan. Body lean and muscular. His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back. A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel. And the big, hard bulge waiting there. He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. “Hey, how’s it going?” He said with a smile and an Italian accent. “Um… not too bad.” I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry. He gestured with his head for me to move into the room. I, of course, complied. I didn't even think to close the door. My hands were trembling as I approached him. His arms were still tucked behind his back. Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent. Maybe it was his unspoken permission. Maybe it was all the alcohol. But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest. The muscles firm and warm to my touch. “Mmmm. That feels good.” He said. “What is your name?” “Gary.” I replied. “My name is Mario. Your hand feels very good, Gary.” Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit. But, at the same time, his voice was so calming. Relaxing. I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down. From his chest to his abs. Tracing the muscles. Before moving lower. Following his treasure trail. He didn’t stop me. Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel. I slowly started to caress him. I felt him swell a bit more. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I just love big cocks. My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and my lips found his. I couldn’t believe this was happening. You have to understand. Mario was so far out of my league. And yet was letting me touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. And he was kissing me back. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Just above my ass. Just a simple gesture. But, at the same time, possessive. And it just made him even more perfect. I was in his orbit. The moon to his earth. And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame. His hand slid lower. Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock. My hand sliding under his towel for the first time. My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. Only to be lost in his kiss. “You have a nice ass, Gary.” He whispered. His fingers moving under my towel. Tracing down the crack of my ass. Sending shivers down my spine. “You have an amazing cock.” I whispered back. “Do you like it?” He asked. As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. He put his other hand on my shoulder. Pushing me gently. Down to my knees. I did not resist. I wanted him so much. His fingers ran through my hair. My mouth found his cock. Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell. This was more than I had ever expected. I could feel him bending over me. His fingers moving slowly down my back. Tracing my spine. Reaching my butt. Sliding into the cleft. Circling my hole. “You like getting fucked?” With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. “Hot. You are going to get really fucked tonight. I promise.” His finger circling my hole found it’s target. Pushed inside me. “You're tight, babe. You gonna be able to take it all?” Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger. He chuckled above me. Then slid a second finger in. In and out of my hole. Driving me even more wild. His cock was in my throat now. My face tight into his crotch. I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me. Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me. I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body. One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole. “Don’t worry. That’s just my buddy.” Mario said. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass. Getting it ready for a good fuck.” Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole. At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat. And the tongue was pretty damn talented. I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me. I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock. I wanted him good and ready to fuck me. Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad. Mario whispered something to the other man. I couldn’t make it out. The tongue on my hole moved away. Movement behind me. Was it finally time? Was Mario ready to fuck me? Hands on my hips. Pulling me back slightly. Something touching my hole. Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole. I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat. “That’s hot, babe.” Mario said. “You should see his cock. It looks so good pushing into you. Really getting me turned on.” I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now. I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me. He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on. I didn’t get fucked bare. Not ever. But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me. Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. But no. The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap. I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... ... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust. Bare. “Dude.” Mario said above me. “His dick looks so good in your ass. Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.” It made sense. At least it did at that moment. Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat. He had a smart phone in his hand. My phone. It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside. He was recording the moment on my phone. He waved my phone. "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later. You don't know how hot this looks." The cock in my hole was pushing deeper. And deeper. He wasn’t as big as Mario. But he was a good size. Damn. It felt so good to get fucked. It had been so long. I needed it. “You like that, don’t you?” Mario asked above me. “You like that cock pounding your hole.” I moaned agreement. “Yeah. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Mario encouraged me. And I did. I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth. I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole. The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now. His thrusts where hard and erratic. Frenzied. He was grunting. The stranger slammed in balls deep. And froze. A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him. His shaft flexed inside me. He was shooting his load. Inside me. Oh fuck. This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But my heart was pounding. What had I done? What was I doing? The stranger pulled out of my hole. Pulling a trail of warm cum. Which oozed down the back of my balls. “Thanks for the fuck, boy. Hope you like my little gift.” I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again. He was clearly really turned on. So… was it time? Was he going to fuck me now? But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another cock touched my hole. And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust. This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside. The body behind me felt different as well. Not as solid. I could hear his flesh slapping against mine. And then he raised up on top of me. I felt a big belly press against the small of my back. Shit. Some fat guy was fucking me. But I was in no position to move away. Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. And, yes, it felt good. His cock felt good inside me. Fuck it felt good. The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root. All the way out. Back in. Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed. Like it was begging the cock to get back in. The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips. The fat man pulled himself further onto my body. Resting his weight on my back. Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight. My ass stayed raised though. Letting him pound me. I wanted this fuck. I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me. “I’m going to cum.” The fat man said. “You want it. Don’t you.” “Yes.” I whispered. Ashamed. Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. “Louder.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back. The beer belly guy from the video room. Someone I would never have let fuck me. But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. “Yes. Cum in me. Please. Please cum in me.” “Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear. “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes. You're always going to have a little part of me inside you. As long as you live.” He didn’t stop thrusting. But I felt his shaft expand inside me. His flabby arms held me tight. And his cum joined the load from the first man. When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move. I stayed in position. Back arched. Head and shoulders flat to the floor. Ass in the air. An open invitation. And the invitation was accepted. A cock slid between my asscheeks. A big cock. Very big. Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass. Without pushing in. “How many loads does he have?” The third man asked. “You are going to be the third.” “Nice.” The third man pushed a finger into my hole. “Look at me, bitch.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him. His cheeks and eyes sunken. His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged. And he had a tattoo. On his groin. Just above his cock. A biohazard. I knew what that meant, of course. “You… you’ve got HIV?” “No, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. And I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock. Beg for my toxic cum.” “I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.” “Are you sure? You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?” I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. And yet. I was turned on. So turned on. By the thrill. By the risk. By the big dick teasing my ass. I could tell he was big. Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me. Ten inches or more. Thick as a beer bottle. Mario crouched next to me. His hand touched mine comfortingly. His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it. “Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe. So beautiful. And his cock is so big. I want to see him stretching you open. Will you do it for me? Will you let him fuck you?” The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole. My sphincter was spasming. My body wanted to feel that cock so much. I looked in Mario’s eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nodded to Mario. Yes. He smiled. A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation. I looked back over my shoulder. To the gaunt man who stood behind me. “Please.” My whole body was trembling. “Please fuck me. I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.” “I want it. I want to feel that big dick in me.” “And there won’t be any pulling out. I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS. No meds. There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.” “I want your cock. I want your cum. I need it.” “Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.” The gaunt man sneered down at me. “I’m going to breed your hole. Make you a proper cumdump.” “Do it… do it, please.” He pushed forward. I thought my hole was open. Ready. But he was big. Thick. Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me. And by a wide margin. He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating. The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. But, as promised, he was merciless. Insistent. My hole began stretching. Slowly. But stretching nonetheless. Opening wide as it could for him. But it wasn’t wide enough. My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body. My face red. I tried to crawl away. Not to stop him. Just a quick respite from his onslaught. His hand slapped my ass. Hard. “Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.” “Your too big. I can’t take it.” “You can.” The gaunt man laughed. “You will.” And the head of his cock breached my hole. I wanted to cry out. But couldn’t catch my breath. Tears dripped down my cheeks. He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion. Pushing deeper. Never really pausing. Never really pulling back to thrust. Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation. And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like. And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me. I could take it. My own cock was shrivelled up. But that didn’t matter. This was about his cock, not mine. “You’re doing really good.” Mario said. But he wasn’t really looking at me. He had a phone in each hand now. Mine and his I assumed. Filming the cock opening my hole. Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression. I don’t know how long it took. I really don’t. But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass. He was in. He was all the way in. He pulled out. Then lined his dick back up. And breached me again. Still slow. But faster than the first time. Then all the way out. And then back in balls deep. Each time faster that the one before. The sensations raced through my body like a shock. Like lightning. Pain. Pleasure. The words were no longer distinguishable for me. “See, boy?” The gaunt man laughed again. “Told you you would take it. And you’re never going to be that tight again. Good thing you like big dicks. No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.” And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this. He kept picking up the pace. Really fucking me now. “It’s time, cunt.” “Give. It. To. Me. Please.” I groaned as his hips pounded into me. “Here is comes. Ruining your ass forever.” I couldn’t feel him cum. My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation. But I knew. Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment. Defiling me. His breathing gradually slowed. "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump." He didn’t pull out. He pushed me forward. Off his dick. I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet. Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock His cock was rock hard. Dripping precum. He was getting close. I reached up and tried to pull him closer. But he slapped my hand away. “Please.” I begged. “I want you to fuck me next.” He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. “You? You want me to fuck you?” “Please. I’m doing all this for you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you. I just like to watch.” And then his cum exploded. Covering the floor in front of my face. Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything. My mouth dropped open. “But…” Mario stepped up to me. Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor. He tossed me my phone. “You’ve just been fucked by three different guys. Old guys. Fat guys. You can see it all in the video. I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.” “But I only did it because you asked me to.” I whined. “Yeah? And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight. And now you are. Fucked for life. But look on the bright side. Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh? Yeah. I saw that earlier. You were rude to these guys. They’re just here for the same thing you are. To get some cock. Or some ass. They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you. Well. Like the guy you used to be, right? Because that guy is gone. Corrupted. Remade. Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.” He smiled down at me. It was not a friendly smile. But it was still beautiful on him. “So, no. I won’t be fucking you. But tell you what. You can eat my cum off the floor.” I just stared up at him. “You heard me. Clean it up.” He was right. Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone. I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor. How long since it had really been cleaned. And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly. “Yeah.” Mario said. “I thought so.” He turned to the gaunt man. “See you next weekend, Barry.” And then my Italian stud was gone. I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me. His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily. No resistance. I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass. He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting. Old men. Fat men. Diseased men. “Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.” The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me. “You really broke this one in.” He was right. i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole. When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then something landed next to my head. I picked it up. A $5 bill. “That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.” The old man said. “And I’m being generous.” And another man took his place. —- Epilogue: That’s how it all started. A few months ago. Just got back from the doctor’s office. Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse. So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go. So, yeah, I’m positive. Picked up a few other STD’s as well. The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been. I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. My life has indeed changed. For the better? For the worse? Who the hell cares. I'm having a blast. I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now. I like hanging out in that dark maze. Not able to see who is breeding me. Just taking load after load. When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass. I can take his cock so much easier now. He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes. And then he will own my ass. I can't wait to tell him he does. I see Mario a lot as well. He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load. He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me. I guess I understand. But there’s always hope, right? - END -
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Of course I like to think of myself as nice ,kind, loving and sometimes I am actually those things, but when it comes to bug chasing I can be a lying dirty slut. Of course I can be a good dirty lying slut ,but sometimes guilt catches up, but it may not do much. It started on a Sunday and it finished on a Tuesday. On the Sunday in question I was randomly looking on Barebackrt and looking at parties in my area. I mean I should start by saying I am a versatile bottom so a party promising a guy who was Neg bottom looking for Poz loads should have left me interested ,but basically as a Top looking for a load. I never felt that at all. I replied to the Ad. There were already 7 replies. The guy , who was nice, came back to me almost immediately. He said my profile said I was mainly a bottom looking for Poz loads. Obviously he wanted to be the center of attention and it was his hotel room. I mean he didn't say this but we both knew what he meant. I reassured him I was topping only that night and was only there to breed him. Then I dangled the idea of my unknown status. He was in and I was a lying whore. I knew what I wanted was the very thing he feared. Tuesday Night came and I left work early , got prepared and went to the address I had been given. I knew before I entered the almost seedy hotel room, that out of the 11 guys who said they were coming , only probably 2 would show up , so I was surprised to see 4 other guys in the small dark room. The bottom was on the bed already being fucked and moaning. The TV was loud to mask the sound. Another guy , who looked like he was in his 60s was shoving a big fat cock down the bottom's thoat. The other two guys were sitting on the second bed jerking off and looking at the sex. There was silence,besides the TV and the moaning. I sat down on the bed and took off my clothes, shoving them near the other piles of clothes and then lay back and started stroking. The other two guys in their possible 30s and 40s were stroking their cocks hard. The guy in his 40s had a large fat cock with a PA. The other guy just average but lovely cock. They were both looking hard at the sex in front of them and I was looking hard at them. The guy getting fucked was in heaven , he was moaning and writhing as he was being fucked. He was in his 40s I would say , but tonight he was the center of attention. I was about to take all of that away. The guy in his 30s was next to me and I lent down and started sucking on the guy's cock. It was lovely and he started moaning. I kept sucking. I stopped for a moment and then said loud enough for the 2 guys to hear me. " Fuck watching this guy getting pozzed turns me on so much, it almost makes me want to give up my Neg bottom status to be pozzed. I mean it is so fucking hot. I cant wait to fuck him, but as bottom I would love those Poz loads in my ass". I started sucking again. I knew I had both their attention. Within a second I had of them fingering my hole. I am a deceitful bitch. Soon while I was sucking the 30ish guy I could feel both their hands start grabbing my ass. The PA guy was most aggressive. " So you know what your saying don't you ? " He said quite loud. Louder than I wanted. It suddenly became apparent to the guys fucking, that something was happening. The guy with the PA continued loudly " This guy is a bottom Neg and wants to be fucked. He is gagging for it and while I wait my turn for the sloppy bottom over there I am going to fuck this bugchasing slut " I had been sucking cock but I could feel the bottom's eyes on me. I wanted this. I am a deceitful bitch. To be continued
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Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.
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I was in the doctor’s office for my annual exam. I had being seeing Dr. Phillips for a few years and I was pretty comfortable talking about all my health care issues with him. He knew that I was gay. Hell…he even knew that I was a bottom during sex. It was around 4:30 pm on a Friday afternoon and I was looking forward to the three-day weekend. I guess mine was the next-to-last appointment of the day. There was only one guy left in the waiting room. He was a slender guy, a little older than me, with average looks and short sandy hair. I didn’t pay much attention to him. After checking my physical responses, the doctor asked me the usual health and lifestyle questions. This year, however, my answer about whether I practiced safe sex was different. I told him that I had gotten fucked without a condom on several occasions. Surprisingly, I didn’t get the lecture that I expected. Instead, he asked me to explain my reasons for bottoming without protection. Hesitantly, I told him that I was becoming attracted to the idea of “bug chasing.” I said that I was attracted to the idea of taking poz cum. He said, “Are you aware of the risk that you might convert to being HIV-positive?” I relied, “I guess so. I haven’t thought about it that much yet, but the notion of routinely taking loads of some guy’s infected sperm is becoming increasingly appealing to me. It’s like breaking some wild kind of taboo!” The doctor said, “I’ve read up on this kind of behavior and it seems that most men professing a desire to be "pozzed" are really only engaging in an extreme sort of fantasy. Do you think that’s true in your case?” “No, Doc, I’m sure that that’s what I want. The whole idea turns me on for so MANY reasons!” When he heard this, his manner changed…more alert, more interested. He looked at me intently for a few moments, as if making up his mind about something. He said, “I’ve got an idea. It just so happens that the young man out in the waiting room has recently tested HIV-positive. We haven’t started him on any medications yet, so his Viral Level is extremely high. Why don’t I ask him to join us?” “You mean NOW?” I squeaked. I was still lying on the exam table, clad only in a thin Johnny that had been pulled up above my waist. I felt exposed and vulnerable. “Yes, right now! There’s no time like the present.” He then stood up, crossed the room and opened the door to the waiting room. I heard him tell his nurse that she could go home now. “Have a great weekend, Nancy!” he said. Next, he called out, “Mark! Why don’t you come into my office?” I could hear footsteps as the quiet young guy that I’d seen earlier came on in. He looked with a gleam of interest at my half-naked body lying on the examination table. The doctor said, “Mark, this is Alex, one of my patients. He currently is HIV-negative but he tells me that he’s been having unsafe sex recently in hopes of contracting the virus. Isn’t that right, Alex?” I could only blush in response. Mark stared at me with a wolfish grin on his face. Doctor Phillips continued, “It occurred to me that you two could help each other. Mark was telling me that he’s been getting very frustrated since his diagnosis because he stopped having sex. Mark, you don’t mind discussing this with Alex present, do you?” “No, doc! That’s ok. It’s just that I’m so HORNY all the time now. Do you think I’ll ever be able to fuck normally again?” The doctor then said to me, “You’re ok with this, too, Alex? We have your permission to help? I mean, you don’t object, do you?” I was confused. Help me? Help me with WHAT? I tried to say something…anything, but only a choked sound came out. “Well,” the doctor said, “the solution seems pretty simple. Mark, why don’t you go ahead and insert your penis into Alex here so you can commence intercourse. That will grant you the sexual release you’ve been seeking and Alex here can begin receiving the virus that he’s been trying to get. Go ahead, Mark, give him what he’s been asking for.” My head was spinning but I could only moan incoherently at the thought of what was about to happen. Was I just going to let this total stranger deposit his infected fluid deep within my bowels? Dr. Phillips voice brought me back. “Here’s some KY Jelly, Mark. Doctors always have plenty of that on hand.” At that, I felt a large stiff cock push inside me. Mark muttered, “Shit, doc! You don’t know how great this tight hole feels. You sure this guy Alex doesn’t care that I’m gonna flood his guts with my AIDS babies? Is that what you want, Alex? You want me to knock you up?” The doctor replied, “Don’t give it a second thought, Mark! It’s exactly what he wants. He told me so himself!” After Mark shot his first toxic load into me, Dr. Phillips insisted that he repeat the intercourse twice more “for good measure.” On my way out the door on wobbly legs the doctor slipped a small white appointment card into my hand. “I want the two of you to return for office visits until your HIV test comes back positive. Have a great weekend and see you next week!”
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This story was on the original bugshare, and whatever it was called before that (back when it didn't have the crazy purple background and was just text). As I recall, there were multiple versions. One version was ported to this site back in 2010 (thanks hotload84), in "A special birthday gift" The other version, which had a rather different feel to it at the climax (the only part of the story that was much different), wasn't. And it was hot in a different sort of way. About three computers ago, I used to have a version of it saved to my hard drive and would revisit it every now and then. But with changing formats and all, I lost track of it and I haven't been able to find it anywhere on the web, either. So I've reconstructed it from the existing version as best I can from my battered memories (oh yes, I've killed more than a few brain cells in the last 20 years!), with a few added touches of my own. Hope you enjoy! The Birthday Boy I met the birthday boy at a club I don't usually frequent. The crowd is younger and overall less mature than what I like. But a buddy of mine twisted my arm, so I went along. I was having an okay time dancing until I bumped into this kid who was no taller than 5'5", but built like a gymnast and wearing no shirt. He gyrated his hips in a sexy manner and kept looking in my direction. I smiled at him, which he took as an invitation. Next thing I knew he was pushing his butt against my crotch and we were dirty dancing. It wasn't long before I asked him to have a drink. My buddy was tangled up with a bunch of twinkies on the dance floor, so I didn't feel like I was abandoning him. Chip and I headed toward the bar. He’d just turned 21 and was celebrating with some college buddies. He was studying geology, and his only sex had been with guys in the dorm. There was a lot he wanted to explore. And he didn’t mean rock formations. We drank a couple of beers, danced some more, and ended up in his jeep a half hour before closing. I invited him over to my place since I live alone and don’t have to worry about roommates or uninvited visitors. Earlier that day I‘d purchased some high-grade weed and wanted to try it out. We headed up to the roof of my building to smoke a joint and jabber. A few tokes told us the stuff performed as advertised, and it hit Chip particularly hard. "I feel so fucked up now." I volunteered to give him a massage, and we went downstairs to my bedroom. I had him undress and lay face down on the bed. I took the baby oil and started rubbing him down. He got to moaning and grinding his hot bubble butt up into my hands. Every time I ran past his crack, he'd part his legs a little more, until, by the 5th pass, he was lying there totally spread-eagled. He wanted it bad—and so did I. I stroked up and down his crack and leaned my face close to his boy butt so I could smell the musky scent emanating from his hole. "Do you like to buttfuck?" I tried not to laugh. “Do I like to buttfuck? Hell yeah!” He asked me to put on a condom, saying he wanted to stay clean in case he ever met “Mr. Right.” I commented that if he ever met “Mr. Right,” it wouldn’t matter if he were clean or not. I pretty much always bareback and halfway contemplated refusing. But considering my status, I figured he had a point. I squirted some lube in his crack and worked it in with my finger. Then I let him unroll the condom over my rock-hard shaft. “Roll over,” I said, and spooned behind him. Then I put my arms around his hot little torso and slowly pushed into his crack. To my surprise, before I even got the head fully in he grimaced and complained how much it hurt. I reassured him, then rolled on my back and told him to sit on it. That might be easier. Hi tried it, but still complained, and pulled off my dick as soon as he got the head inside. I was getting frustrated, but tried not to show it because, well, he was just 21; and I figured he hadn’t fucked much. "I'm sorry, I guess this isn't going to work," he apologized, reaching back and pulling the condom off my cock. I expected to hear him to say that he’d better be going. But instead he kept his hole positioned right above my drooling dick, and gradually lowered himself till strands of precum clung to his man-pussy. "It's really too bad,” me murmered, “'cause I really wanted to feel you way up inside me, a kind of a special birthday gift. And I bet you wanted to fuck me, too.” He began gently rocking back and forth on my cock and brushing his ass lips against the tip. When my cock was just centered in his hole, he gyrated his hips the way he had on the dance floor – so that, ever so slowly, my raw dick started to slip inside him. When the head of my cock popped past his sphincter, he got this glazed look of lust on his face. His lips parted, but he said nothing further. I slid deeper into him. He leaned back on me. His hungry hole gripped my dick. I could remain passive no longer. I pulled out, rolled him onto his back, lifted his legs to my shoulders, and began to fuck him slow and deep. I kept it up for what seemed like ages, but eventually I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. My breathing grew ragged as I picked up the pace, thrusting hard into his firm gym-rounded ass. He moaned softly, "Don't cum in me, okay? Just don't cum in me." "Don't what?" "Please don’t cum in me." I slowed a bit and leaned down, brushing my scruffy cheek against his smooth one. “Don't... what?” I asked, kissing his neck and jaw. "Don't cum in me..." “Don’t.” I raised my head and locked eyes with him, twitching my dick inside his hole with my pelvic muscles alone. “What?” I could see his pupils dilate as he visualized it. “...Cum in me,” he whispered. I knew I had him. “What?” I asked. “Cum in me.” I nodded my head and resumed thrusting, never breaking eye contact. “Cum in me. Aww fuck, cum in me!” He grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against him as my thrusts grew furious. I was only too happy to oblige; as he yelled wordlessly and thrashed in ecstasy I could feel my cock swell to its full girth, flooding him with wave after wave of my toxic cum. His own jizz, perhaps neg for the last time, shot onto my chest. To make a long story short, the marijuana and the fucking had taken its toll and shortly thereafter we fell asleep. In the morning he was the first awake; and I fucked him twice more, once in the shower and finally in the alley behind my building as we were saying goodbye. It was then that he asked my status. I hemmed and hawed. “Status doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “A guy may test neg one day, have a fatal affair the next, and end up poz.” “And did I just have that fatal affair?” “I think so.” “Then I’d better get tested.” He glanced off down the alley toward where his jeep was parked. “I didn’t expect to stay neg forever. In fact, I kind of wonder if I wasn’t asking for it last night.” With that we kissed. He hopped in his jeep, and drove off.
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*****GETTING ACQUAINTED***** We met on the Net, and I meet lots of guys online; but this Kid was different. I am a Gifter, and he was a Chaser if there ever was one. I've POZZED a few guys in my time, but he was 25. I kept asking, "Are you sure? Are you ready for the BUG?" "Yes," Simon said. He'd barebacked long enough to know that he never wanted latex up his Ass again, although his odds of getting POZZED were excellent. After a month of chatter back-and-forth, I figured Simon genuinely wanted to convert. It was just a matter of who, when, and where. I suggested he cum to one of our bareback parties. It was Saturday night, and I hoped to do the weekend with him: a one-on-one on Thursday followed by an invitation-only POZZING party Friday. **********THURSDAY********** I was delighted to find the Boy exactly as advertised—a Twink at 25, if a very determined one. We couldn't wait to get to the motel and let our hair down. As soon as the door closed behind us, we passionately embraced, kissing and feeling each other up. He wanted to clean up; and by the time he got out of the shower, I lay naked on the bed. He took every opportunity to tease my Manhood, knowing full well how desperately I wanted to blow my Load up his NEG Mancunt. I'd left Lube in the bathroom; but despite all the grease, he was very tight. I just let the weight of my body push my Shaft into that Bubble Butt, till my Balls rested firmly against his Ass Crack. I wanted him to get used to me before I bred his Ass. I pulled him to his knees, doggie-style, and was able to get in a little deeper, enough to make him gasp. Then I began slow, rhythmic strokes, my hands on his hips, hugging him, holding on tight. My Balls started tingling so I lit into him—long deep strokes—all the way in—then out again. "Fuck me! Knock me up! POZ my Hole! Give me your Babies!" All of which made me want to fuck the shit out of the little Cunt. I told him I was gonna cum—the moment he'd been waiting for—Conversion! And when I shot: "Remember this, and cherish it!" Poison Jizz spurted up his Bubble Butt. He began to jack, and would have shot; but I told him to cut the shit and take his POZZING like a Man. I kept working my Toxic Seed up his sore NEG Butt, trying every trick in the book to make him one of us. Finally I let him roll over so we could kiss. He was incredibly passionate and appreciative of my Dirty Seed. It didn't take much to get me stiff again, and soon we were fucking missionary style. He wrapped his long, smooth legs around my hips and dug his callused heels into my Butt, forcing me in deeper. After that second Fuck, we lay there cuddling. He ran his fingers through my hair and thanked me profusely, calling me Daddy—not so much a reference to the difference in our ages—as to the very real possibility that I was now the Father of his Babies. I felt his stiff Cock against my tummy, and knew he had to get off lest he burst. "OK, Boy, I want that last NEG Load of yours." I slipped down and engulfed his Cockhead between my lips, his Piss Slit oozing profusely. I licked it off, willowy cobwebs of Boy Spooge connecting him and me. Then down on him again till his overstimulated Rod began to pulse. That night, while we were cuddling, I rolled him on his side and slid back in, We fell asleep like that, my Cock marinating in my own Dirty Seed, while traces of his youthful Jizz still steeped deep within in the periodontal cavities of my teeth and gums. **********F R I D A Y********** I’d asked ten POZ Tops to join us, knowing full well not all would attend. I'd also invited a Bottom, so there'd be a ready source of Fuck Meat at all times. The Kid was the only NEG attending. At the appointed hour they began to show, and each was introduced to Simon. I explained that the party was on his behalf, and admission was contingent upon depositing at least one POZ Load up the Twink's Ass. No one objected. They were a varied lot. The two Blacks were real hunks. The whites included a bear like myself, a swishy Fag whom you'd never suspect of being a Top, and one old Troll. With me that made six Tops, plus my Bottom friend, and my Boy. The two Blacks started with the Kid while I fucked my Bottom Bud. The others followed my lead and took on the Bottom. I'd already put a Load up his Ass, so each of them slid home on my virility. Everything was copacetic until the Blacks decided to double dick the Kid. I knew the Boy had never taken two Cocks at once. He'd had a Dick and a Dildo in him once, or so he said; but that's as far as he had gone. One of the Dudes got him to sit on his Dick, then very astutely pulled him down, chest-to-chest, to kiss him, thus exposing his Mancunt. The second Black got in between their legs and maneuvered his big Dick in next to his Pal's. The Black underneath held the Kid tight, smothering his laments with kisses. The two black Dicks were mashed together in Whitey's tiny Cunt, two sets of POZ Cocks in one NEG Pussy, united by stringy ropes of slimey Ass Juice and POZ Seed. After that, the party became a fucking free-for-all. I went out for a smoke; and when I returned, I was pleased to see the Youth was screwing one of the Blacks (payback time) who, in turn, was fucking my Bottom Bud. We lost track of how many Loads he took that night, but I doubted any Dude could take that much POZ Cum and still remain NEG. **********SATURDAY********** We slept late and opted to order breakfast in, as Simon said there was no way he was going out in public with Cum still dripping from his Ass. That afternoon we went swimming in the motel pool. The cool water and the sun's warm rays seemed to reinvigorate us both, or so I thought; but afterwards we napped till party time. We arrived early to give our Host some quality time with Target One. We strapped him in the Sling; he rimmed his Ass, spit on his Dick, and screwed the shit out of the Kid. A few more guests arrived, and when our Host pulled out, a blob of POZ Cum plopped on the floor, to the onlookers' delight. A former Marine with a beer-can Cock approached the Kid, and soon the chains were rattling again. I had one of my Buds bent over the fuck table when I glanced over at the Sling and saw the pained expression on Simon's face. One of our associates is a Daddy hung like a horse. After the Marine, the Daddy quickly rammed it home. Thing is—Daddy's Tool is immense, curving upwards at the head. Though the guy is wont to plow in hard and sock it to his mates, it takes him forever to get it off. I felt sorry for the Kid. We've all heard the fucking sound of two sweaty bodies, flesh-on-flesh; but there it grew so loud everyone stopped in their tracks to stare. I nudged my way past the voyeurs to take a closer look. Inspired by the exuberance with which Daddy had used the Youth, the partygoers’ mood turned ominous, with catcalls to "Breed the Kid!" The Maestro finished and pulled out, leaving the Youngster twisting in the wind. Simon was wiped; his head was limp. I had to get him out of there before the other vultures got to him. I helped him over to the couch and gave him a roll of toilet paper with which to wipe himself. To my chagrin, when I turned around, he was back in the Sling again—another compatriot up his Ass. I had to hand it to the Kid—he had more Balls than Common Sense. A line had formed, and he took us all on. Never one to cast aspersions upon the joys of bareback sex, I joined the foray. The Queen ahead of me wasn't nearly big enough to fill the Boy's slack Cunt. But he pulled his Dick out, awash in Spooge, and jacked—and as he shot—he plunged back in and bathed the gutsy Youth in yet another Load of Poison Jizz. I inserted my Rod very gently in the Boy, his pulverized Pussy now leaking Crimson Spooge. I shifted to-and-fro to slosh around in the oceans of the Manseed, and knew I, too, could never cum in that cavernous morass. So I borrowed the trick the Queen had used—and jacked—till I added my Manseed to the potent Sperm Bank incubating in the Youth. Last of all, Big Daddy's Partner still hadn't had a chance. Though not nearly as endowed as his older Mate, he had a reputation for fucking Ass and fucking well. Meanwhile a toothless Old Troll bent over the Sling to suck the Youth. Overcome by the irresistible two-pronged assault, the Boy's Ass tightened up. Big Daddy's Lover suddenly found himself engulfed in a much tauter Hole. The Kid blew his Load in the toothless old Troll's mouth at the same time Daddy's Lover shot up his Ass. The Top pulled out, his PA dripping the prettiest pink Spunk. The afterbirth excited one Sick Pup, who used his syphilised lips to soothe the Youngster's pummeled Ass. That drove Simon insane! By then the party was winding down. Again I helped the Twink over to the couch. Disheveled hair, awash with sweat, swollen Ass Lips oozing speckled Cum, gobs of Spooge peppering his legs—he was a mess. I got the Boy a Coke to drink and he gulped it down, though I cautioned him to take it slow. He had to piss, and prolonged his stay—shitting God knows what—annoying those who wanted in the tiny downstairs john. Twice I had to check on him to make sure he was okay. The rest of the guys were showering and cleaning up, putting on their clothes and saying good-byes, with the usual exchange of hastily jotted names and numbers that would likely never see the light of day. We'd been among the first to arrive, and were the last to leave. Finally I got the Kid cleaned up enough to put on his clothes. By the time we got back to the motel, a mere 10 minutes away, his shorts were soaked again. I told him unless he douched (and we hadn't cum equipped for that) the Spooge would likely drip all night. As we climbed into bed my Dick sprang to life; but I knew the Kid couldn't take anymore, so I let him cuddle up against me—and like so, we fell asleep.
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I will be hosting near the LB Airport Sunday October 15th starting in the afternoon through midnight. I will be ass up with my jock and harness on with the door unlocked waiting in a dark room. Anon fuck and go preferred. No other bottoms please. No load refused. No drugs other than poppers. Neg and otherwise STI free and very poz friendly toxic loads a plus.
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Note from Toon: One of my first reprimands on BZ was because I posted a bug-chasing story that contained some chem references. It was me not knowing the rules and it was also lazy writing. I didn't think the story through ahead of time, and added the "and then he drugged me" part just to get to the ending. I never forgot the original idea for the story and I hope I've matured enough as a member and as a storyteller to finally get it right. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION PART ONE 1999 - some city in the Midwest Hi. I'm Danny. I tried to go by 'Dan' for the longest time, but I guess I must just look like a Danny because nobody could ever call me anything else. Another thing about me is I'm gay. I used to blame Mr. Rogers because he was the one who said he liked me just how I was. So I always thought it was okay that I'd rather be a girl than a boy. I had two much older sisters and used to envy their lives. The clothes, the makeup, the way they laughed with their friends and the boys...THE BOYS! who showed up at our door every other night. They shared a room and I was never supposed to go in there, but I always did because I loved looking at all their perfect stuff. I once tried on a tiny little bit of their perfume and got nailed for it (I maybe put on more than a 'tiny' bit) I got in trouble so bad and also spanked -- just for being who I was. Mr Rogers would never ever spank me. So I stayed in the closet, trying to never want to be a girl ever again. I stayed very much pretending to be boy until my college years when I finally just admitted the gay part of me was real and wouldn't go away. Another thing about me is that I'm either dumb or just have dumb luck. Possibly both. I chose journalism as a major and entered the workforce just as every newspaper in the country had cut its staff to the bone. Cable news and the fucking internet was killing my opportunities. The big local paper didn't even have any openings in the mail room. I finally landed a crummy position as a copy & paste guy for one of the town's free alternative weeklies. You know the type -- lots of 'scene news', concerts, local bands and city hall corruption. Luckily it was liberal and anarchist in tone. The staff was a bunch of people not much older than me and at least four of them were openly gay. I adapted right away and got along with the editor/owner (Ed) really well. It didn't pay much but my parents and the one sister who still liked me helped me stay afloat those first few months. I lived in a very shitty apartment - but so did everybody I worked with. Except Ed. We brought in tons of ad revenue because it was free and everybody read it. We made a shit-load of money from the personal ads which catered to every sexual appetite. I remember having lunch with Ed once and we talked about everything. "I wish I was gay -- there are so many guys looking to hook up with no strings attached." Ed was an idiot sometimes. "It's not all that great. Be glad with the hand you were dealt. I was thinking of placing an ad myself, strings optional." "Don't. No offense, Danny, but you are so young and would be easy prey for all the weirdos out there. Why don't you and Lance meet up for a drink sometime?" "He lives in my building - that would be too weird. You know I'm a journalism grad, right?" "Look - I've tried to explain it to you already. You're too new here and don't know 'the scene' yet. You don't know the clubs, the local bands, the art galleries...all that." "What about features? I could pitch you some ideas, some spec pieces." "OK. Let's meet next week and you pitch me some ideas that will knock my socks off." "Deal." "Well, it's Friday. I guess you'll be leaving early - especially since it's Halloween. I'd be surprised if half the office is still there when we go back. You kids." He was right. I suppose they could all claim they were 'chasing a lead' or some shit like that. Lucky bastards. Thank God Lance was gone too. I didn't need Ed trying to initiate something between he and I. I was once alone with him and he asked if I dyed my hair and wore colored contacts. He said he asked because he'd never seen such a perfect Aryan specimen before. What do you say to that? 'Thank you'?? I got my blonde hair and blue eyes from my mom who is mostly Irish. Fuck him anyway. I stayed at work because I had no real big plans even though I'd always loved Halloween. My only weekend plans were to get stoned and listen to some new CD's. Same as old. The only person left by 5:00 was this friendly fat girl named Lana who claimed she was named after Lana Turner. I had to swallow my laughter but most other people couldn't. She was a notorious flirt and I couldn't be stuck with just her for another fifteen minutes. I took off. Ed was right. I hadn't really bothered to explore the city. I'd start now. Right now. There was this ratty little bar I passed on the way home every day. I'll stop. There might not be a story there, but there were surely some characters there. It would be a start. There was plenty of parking because it was so early. I got carded the second I got in the door. The doorman was at least nice about it. There'd soon come a time when I'd never be asked for I.D. again because we all age -- if we're lucky. "You're lucky, kiddo...at six we start charging a dollar cover to anybody not in a costume tonight. "I'm going as Tab Hunter." "What's that?" I laughed and handed him a dollar anyway. He might be a good source some day. You never know. I didn't even know what the name of this place was but there was a rainbow flag on the wall behind the bar. OK. My first gay bar. The bartender was a bald guy who smiled but looked at me like I was lost. "Happy Halloween. young man. Where's your costume?" I wasn't going to try the Tab Hunter joke again. "Not my thing. Where's yours?" "I'm going as Earl, a grumpy old bastard whose back and feet hurt like hell." "Well done. I'll take a Bud draw." It was well past happy hour before the crowd started getting larger. I'd nursed my beers slowly because there's no way I could afford a DUI. And then I saw the first one. The patrons here were mostly skinny, unwashed guys not much older than me. The one who sat next to me had a cotton pad and surgical tape wrapped around his inner arm. Drugs? Drugs weren't a new story. Maybe he was injured somehow. The wound dressing looked hospital fresh, very professional. "Were you hurt? What happened?" "Buy me a shot of jack and I'll tell you." I ordered one for him and one for me. What the hell, right? I'd never tried whiskey before. I downed it and turned the glass upside down - just like he did. "So what happened?" "Some guy paid me fifty bucks to cut me. It's his thing I guess. Hardly hurt at all." Oh, there was a story here. "What does he do with the blood? Or does he just get off cutting?" I'd never heard of such a thing. "Every piece of information is gonna cost you another shot." Well, there was an ATM on one end of the bar. It might be worth it. "Hold on - I'll be right back." I went to the bathroom as fast as I could and then took out 50 bucks from the machine. On my way back, I saw another grungy guy with another big bandage on his arm - in a different spot, closer to his wrist. I stumbled onto something. For sure. I sat next to the same guy and asked him if he knew the other wounded customer. He pointed to his empty glass. "Two more shots, Earl." "Yeah. I know him. You could say we work together. He goes to see the same freak I do, gives a little blood." "But you don't know why or what he does with the blood?" "Look, man. I really can't tell you much else. But you can suck my dick for twenty bucks. Check it out." He pulled out a greasy penis that I wouldn't touch with Rubbermaid gloves on ." WHAP! Earl slapped the dumb kid on the side of the head so loud it caught the whole bar's attention. "I've already warned you about that shit, Randy. Now get the hell out of here!!" The doorman was right there immediately to escort the dude away. Earl looked at me. "Sorry to disturb you, young man. I put up with a lot here, but hustlers get in my fuckin' nerves. This place is a little too close to the bus station. That's the problem." "I was asking him about the cut on his arm. Some freaky guy pays to cut him to bleed." "Yeah. I see 'em here all the time. Fucker probably uses the same knife to do it. Why do you care? You some kind of humanitarian or somethin'? A liberal" "I'm a reporter. He really wasn't good for too much information. Do you know anything about it." "I know some of it. If I tell you anything BUT, you can't ever use my name or the name of this pub." "What IS the name of this place? You don't even have a sign out front," "Well, it used to be called Ernie's Place, but Ernie passed on and left it to his son. He agreed to keep the place open but not with the same name because he's an Ernie Jr. and some kind of asshole, We ain't decided on a new name yet." "OK. For a really nice tip, tell me what you know about the guy who cuts these kids." Earl poured us some tall glasses that were half filled with jack and ice and then coke added on top. I left him a twenty. "Well, I hear a lot. I may wear a hearing aid, but it's an expensive one and I catch a lot more than these jerks think I do. This weirdo is some rich artist who lives in one one of those big expensive lofts they built not far from here. He prefers the blood of young, drugged up hustlers. I guess he doesn't suck their dicks or do anything sexual with them - just collects their blood...and then mixes it with paint for his fuckin' art!" "You're shittin' me." "No. Ain't this some kind of shit world Clinton left us?" "How can I find this artist?" "That I don't know. But I think Jerry knows. The bouncer. He's pretty busy right now, but he'll be able to tell you more when it slows down. This ain't exactly gonna be the hot spot on a night like this. We got a pool table and a couple of pinball games over there. They're all working tonight -- which is a big fuckin' miracle in my book." I got a few bucks worth of quarters and left him another five buck tip. I guess I could eat sandwiches from home for lunch all next month. I had honed my pinball skills in the college dorm I lived in for two years. Everybody else was getting laid and going to keg parties while I just played whatever game they had in the student lounge. I could basically make two bucks in quarters last all night if I had to, I was familiar with both games and was in the process of tallying up high scores when one of the bandage guys approached to ask if he could play me. "Sure." I'd already won a bunch of free games, so what the hell? He wasn't very good as I took stock of him. He looked a little unwashed, but not too bad. Almost cute. "You won. His name is Salvador. I can't tell you how to find him. That would be putting me in danger -- which I don't need any more of. Let's just say he's close to here." Just then Earl came by with a fresh pitcher of beer for me. "Don't waste your time, Greg -- he ain't buyin' and you sure as hell ain't sellin' in here. Move along." "I'm gone. Gotta get back to work anyway." "You do that." We watched him walk out the door. "Listen, kid... I know you're tryin' to be Brenda Starr or whatever, but nothin' good can come from talking to them types. It's starting to slow down a little. Come on back to the bar and wait for Jerry." I had like five bucks worth of free games left and it was only midnight. "Leave the games - I won't charge you for the beer. AND give you a shot of whatever." Well, OK then. It really had emptied out a lot. I guess this was another one of those 'starting-off bars' - you come here first for a cheap buzz and then move on to bigger and better clubs. That or they were locals just looking to drown their sorrows. Earl laid down a shot of something red. "It's a Hot Damn. Most popular shot we sell." It was like swallowing a mixture of Big Red gum and Draino. I tried my best not to make a face. "I think I've hit my limit, Earl. I haven't even eaten any dinner today." "It's OK. One more shot and you'll get your second wind, How far away do you live? Suburbs?" "It's only about five blocks from here, but my car..." "Jerry has a sticker he'll put on your windshield. I can even have Jose walk you home if you don't feel safe. Big Mexican kid who stocks the cooler and cleans up. He'll be here by 2. Here- have some pretzels." I dug into them with the gusto of a starving man. "You sure you don't know anything else about this guy who cuts up hustlers?" "Oh - I was gonna tell you one thing I overheard once. This freak lives in one of them lofts over on Grant. You know -- it used to be a factory or something but they made these giant apartments on each floor. Imagine paying over a thousand bucks each month to live in one big room?" "You don't know which one?" "No. But it's a good location to find all the hustlers around here. Here's my thinking -- you should just let this go. Anybody with money like that can probably have you killed." It was pretty weird alright. Maybe it wasn't worth it just to get a slightly better paying job at a free alternative paper. But still -- there was something about it that captivated me, possibly turned me on. Maybe all this time in the closet had warped me beyond repair. Somewhere Mr. Rogers was shaking head in disappointment. Was he even still alive? No idea. Jerry joined us. He was the typical ex-con-looking muscle dude you always see manning the door at dive bars. Tattoos, shaved head and various scars. "Hey Jerry - the kid here has been maybe over-served a little and his car is still in the lot. Can you go put the yellow sticker on it so he can leave it overnight?" "No problem." He was a friendly sort of thug. "But I need a drink. I'm parched." I bought us all pitchers of beer which Earl gave me a great discount on. "So - Earl tells me you might know something about that guy, that artist guy who pays hustlers to give blood." "Goddamn Earl! All I know he came in here once. I guess he was "shopping". He looked like pure evil, man. A tall dude dressed in black with an energy that was black as well. Not young, not old...hard to tell his exact age. He seemed sick to me...in every way. The thing I remember most is the neatly trimmed beard and mustache that looked like the devil himself . He left with some piece of trash and never came back. Why the hell are you so interested?" "I'm a reporter -- well, I'm trying to be one. My boss wants me to find a really good story. I think this might be it." It was pretty much just the three of us left. Some stragglers who had clearly partied all night would peek in, look around and stumble back away out into the night. "You two need to look prettier", Earl joked. "Fuckin' Hell -- Jose is here early. He knows I let him drink free before he starts work, but I guess he wants a little more...fat bastard. The door opened and in walked a large Hispanic male who was nearly as wide as he was tall. He kept his eyes to the floor as he walked toward us. Very shy. I recognized that mannerism in myself at times. Eye contact could be a problem for me too. He sat on the other empty stool next to me. A big silent lump. "Now we got us a party!" I was drunk. "C'mon guys - it's Halloween !" Earl looked at me and shook his head. "Why don't you go show Jerry where your car is and he can sticker it. Do it now before you forget what it looks like." Jerry helped me up and we went out the front door. I thought I was walking just fine but He kept one arm around my shoulders as we walked to the lot. Mine was an 88 Subaru, piece of shit that nobody would steal. I didn't know it at the time, but I'd parked right under a bright security light. It looked like last prize on the worst game show of all time. Jerry slapped a little round, neon yellow sticker on the driver's side window. "Hold on, Danny Boy. I got something for you. Don't look at it now.."He shoved it brazenly down into my right front pocket. "Some underage punk had gave it to me accidentally when I asked for id. It's the freak's business card. It's all gobbledy-gook, but you're a reporter. Don't try to figure it out tonight. Look - also promise me you won't go see him alone. Take somebody with you. Take me with you. I can kick anybody's ass. Promise me you won't go alone." "Yes." That wasn't really an answer, I guess. And then I kissed him. I just felt like it. "Whoa. I swing that way sometimes. but you're pretty out of it. Don't try making out with Jose when he walks you home." He laughed like I'd never consider it but I probably would. Earl was unplugging the games when we got back. It was barely even 1. I guess he wasn't expecting much business tonight. I was technically the only customer left. "Hey Earl! Three more Hot Damns!" "Already waiting for you and the guys along with the drinks you already ordered. But then you gotta scram. Deal?" "Yes." I went to the ATM one more time so I could pay and leave a really nice tip. I sat down in my spot between the two big guys and all was right with the world. I understood why people became alcoholics--because it's so much fun. "Jose was a real gentleman -- he wouldn't touch his free booze until you two got back." Earl gave a quick look at Jerry, wondering. I was freely talking about nonsense and they were all nice enough to listen. And then I got double vision and knew I needed to go home. You pay the price for fun. Earl looked at me. "Want me to call you a cab, kid?" I tried to focus. 'No, no -- that would just keep you here longer. It's only five blocks. I can do it." I put all the money I had left on the bar and stood up. Yeah - I could do this. I wasn't that far gone. "Go with him, Jose. Get him home and then get your fat ass back here. Fast." The night air was nice, just chilly enough to wake me up. Jose made me walk slow and kept a hand on my back. "Why do you let him talk to you like that, Jose? Call you names and shit?" I felt him shrug. "I'm fat. I've known that my whole life. I can't get too mad at somebody telling the truth." "It's rude. I think you're handsome." "Because you're polite -- a drunk, polite idiot. I heard about you trying to find that cutter guy. That's stupid." "Yeah. I just want to be a reporter, Maybe too much." "There are other stories in this shit town. I got two brothers in prison and one in the ground, Gang shit." "Man, I'm sorry." "I buried my anger and sadness with food. That's what I do." I had nothing to say -- so I just stopped and hugged him. He hugged back. We were standing next to a little park. There was a trash can with a fire in it. A cowardly little bit of Halloween vandalism. "Let's go in here for a minute." "You gotta hurl?" I just walked a little ways past the fire and Jose followed. He seemed concerned. I just held him again and gave him a huge kiss on his perfect lips. He liked it so much that he wrapped me in his arms and squeezed the life out of me. It was the kiss that never ended. Then he stopped and looked at me. The fire flames made him look like a movie star. He really was handsome under all that grief and blubber. I unzipped his jeans and took his fat, stubby little dick out. It was rock hard. I just got down on my knees and sucked it passionately. He kneaded the back of my head and humped my face. In less than a minute he shot a big load in my mouth. It didn't taste like anything. I guess the booze had killed my taste buds. I fell when I tried to stand back up. He caught me by the arm and helped me stand. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that, Dan." "Neither was I." He zipped himself up. "It's not just because you're drunk, is it?" I had to answer him honestly. "I might not have been so bold if I was sober, but I would have still wanted to. I've never done that. Ever. I had my first kiss already -- with Jerry. This was another first." "So when you wake up tomorrow, you won't regret this?" "I'm sure I'll regret drinking so much, but not this part." "Good. Because it was my first time too. I'd like to see you again. Think you'd ...that we could date maybe?" I took his hand. "Yes, Jose. I'd like that." I really meant it. He was still breathing heavily after his orgasm. "Can I have your number?" "I don't have a pen. Do you?" "No. Can you come back to the bar tomorrow -- around 11?" "Sure. I promise I'll just drink Cokes" We walked hand in hand all the way to my building. "Wait. You live here?" "Yeah." "My sister Mara lives here too! She's on the third floor." "I'm on the eighth, #801." "Cool. How 'bout I drop by and pick you up for a late lunch. Around 2?" "Perfect." I watched him walk away and missed him already. Once I got back inside my apartment, I raced to the bathroom and started puking before I could even lift the toilet seat. It was red and smelled like Hot Damn. And it just kept coming. I was so tired and yet there's no way I could make it out of this bathroom. After I was sure I had nothing left to get rid of, my stomach decided to just heave all the nothing. I'd never do this again. I finally just slept right there on the floor, shoes and all my clothes on. Never again. NEVER! I swore. I actually didn't feel all that terrible when I woke up -- just thirsty. I kept Gatorade on hand always, not because I exercised or anything. I just liked the taste. I knew it was good for hangovers because of a roommate I had in college who was a major party animal. I sat on my little kitchen stool and drank a full bottle. I thought of the previous night. Of Jose. Of the bandaged kids. Of the bar with no name. Jerry. Hot Damn. (shudder) Oh wait! That card in my jeans. I retrieved it and looked at it as I helped myself to another Gatorade. It was glossy black with red typography. It said "Larva Sod" which was an obvious anagram for 'Salvador' - but the phone number looked too weird, not local. I needed to eat something. I ate a dry bowl of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch and followed it up with a hot cup of instant coffee. I took a long shower and put on some boxers. I looked at the card again. Not a local number...except if you looked at it backwards. Then it started with this city's area code, followed by the same prefix as mine and then it became a local number. Pretty lazy and easy if he was trying to be all mysterious. I'd have more cereal and another cup of coffee. It wasn't even noon yet. November 1st. I dialed the number. A few rings later, a woman answered "Gallery. This is Valerie..." I swear it was Julie Andrews herself. "Yes. Hello. (I needed to sound like a rich guy) I'm an art collector and I'd like to see Salvador's work." "It's by appointment only and I'm afraid the earliest I can get you in Wednesday at 3 PM." "I see. That would work on my end. I'll Be there, Can I have the address please? Ring the buzzer at the door of 311 Westbury . It's in the old garment district. And your name? " "Daniel Sherwood." That sounded like a rich man's name, to me it did. "See you next week, Mr. Sherwood. Have a most pleasant day." CLICK I scribbled the address down on a post-it. OK. I would pitch the idea to ED as soon as he had a spare minute. I was excited, not scared at all. I'd go alone too. I'd just never mention it to the guys at Nameless Bar. Speaking of which -- there were still three hours to kill before Jose got here. Wait - did he say 1 or 2? I'd be ready by 1 just in case I got dressed and went to the grocery store. I'd use a credit card I kept for emergencies. I'd call home tomorrow and make up some reason I needed a little extra this month. I bought some basics along with two six-packs of Corona...it seemed like Jose would like it. We had our late lunch at Applebee's because that was his favorite place. He was a little sweaty and unkempt because he did yard work during the day. Leaf blowing, raking, mulching. He made a comment or two about how he couldn't believe I still remembered everything from last night and still wanted to be with him. "You didn't eat much, Dan. Are you nervous?" "Maybe. I've never been on a date before." "Me either. I'm a virgin -- but I want to have sex with you." "I want that too, Jose. Neither of us will know what's what, but we can figure it out together." We had sex. I'd never bothered to buy condoms or lube because I hadn't seen this day coming anytime soon. His size made it awkward and clumsy. It felt like one of those giant rubber bounce houses was on top of me. It only hurt a little and he came fast. It was not memorable sex, but I have to say that I'm glad it happened for both of us,My futon really got a workout -- I couldn't wait to get a bigger place and have an actual bed. He was breathing heavily. "Did you like it?" "Yes, Jose. It was perfect. Thank you." "Mind if I take a nap right here. And hold you? You could probably use some rest too." Oh yes. His cum was inside me and it made me feel complete somehow. I loved the heat from his body, his smell, his calloused feet on my leg. I drifted off, dreaming of blood. Not a nightmare. I went back to No Name Bar on Saturday. It was later than I'd meant to go. Jose kept me busy for hours. He loved blow jobs more than anything else. I found out I had a thing for armpits and sweat. It was all so new for both of us. "Well hello again, Danny Boy! You sure kept Jose out late this morning. You didn't? With that fat piece of shit? "Be nice to him -- he's gone through shit you can't imagine. No. Nothing happened. I just had to puke a couple of times. He waited." He looked taken aback. Hurt. I wish I'd never kissed him. "Sorry, man. It's pretty crowded tonight. There are three of them cut scumbags here already. Remember you promised not to go to that guy without me?" "Yeah. I couldn't make sense of the shit on that business card. The number doesn't work. Weird." Earl was tending bar again and almost in a good mood. I guess everybody's glad to see a good tipper. I'd walked here wearing a windbreaker. "Well -- you're looking better than I thought you would. Oh - and I know you and that fat piece of shit did something last night." "Stop calling him that. I mean it. All he did was wait while I puked my guts out in that little park,,,and again when I had to puke again three minutes later. " "Yeah -- I know that big smile he couldn't get off his face for an hour. Watching some kid vomit always cheers me right up." He gave me a rum and coke on the house. Making amends, I guess. "I'm sorry. I'll be nicer to him -- he's actually a decent guy." "Thanks. I like him a lot. Just give him a break with all the fat jokes." "I'm not one to judge. I'm 68 fuckin' years old and married to a woman with a face like a boot. I love her though." "Hopefully I can meet her some day." He smiled and nodded. "Jerry tells me there's some of those cut kids here again tonight. I'm not going to let this story go, Earl." "I knew that too. Well -- one of them is actually pretty normal. Never had no problems with him. Seems decent and pretty together. He's looking to play pool with somebody. Name's Benny. Short guy red hair. See him?" Yeah -- I suck at pool but give me two bucks in quarters." I walked right up to this guy who had to be around my age - maybe younger. "Benny? Hi. I'm Dan. You up for a game?" He gave off a good vibe. "Well yes! You're the reporter, right?" Goddamn Earl. "Hardly. I want to be one. But now I just do paste-up for 'Urban Rag'. I'm so intrigued by this Salvador guy. Let's play." I put in fifty cents into the slot thingy. "You rack 'em (I had no idea how to) and picked out a cue stick that looked straight. I chalked the tip like I even knew what that was supposed to do. "You break." What? I was so clueless when it came to this game. So I gave it a try -- and actually pocketed two striped balls with that first shot. I kept making lucky shot after lucky shot. Miracle! He ultimately beat me, but I hadn't embarrassed myself. "Good game." I hadn't said that since little league baseball when I was 10. Now THAT I really sucked at. "Let's take a break. I need to tell you something." "Sure. Let me go get us some drinks." "Nah. I'll just share your pitcher- if that's OK." "You sure? You won. I should buy you you a fresh drink." "NO. Just sit while I talk." He looked serious. "Let this go, Danny. If you're intrigued with Salvador already -- you''ll be a goner when you meet him. He casts a spell. He is a powerful presence." "Have you given him blood?" "Not anymore. I work the escort game now and pays just to fuck me. I have AIDS now. I can't prove it was him who gave it to me -- but I just know it was." "I have an appointment to view his gallery on Wednesday." "DON'T GO! I mean it. Chase another story. I'll let you interview me --I can talk about the sex trade. How I was molested by my stepfather when I was nine and for seven years after that when I poisoned him with antifreeze in his scotch." "Wow. I'm sorry, Benny. I may take you up on that. Let me write my number down and give it to you. Call anytime. I don't have a cell phone yet, but I'd like to talk with you." I made sure I had a pen and mini notebook in my back packet. I gave me my number and he gave his. Just then Jose walked in -- a full hour before he was supposed to. "Cool. I gotta go work now." He got up to leave and shook my hand. I wanted to hug him but Jose was glaring at me like I was already committing some kind of crime. Jealous. Shit! "My fella is here." Benny left. Jose walked over and seemed ready to explode -- "Having fun? Do you have something going with that motherfucker?" "No! It's not like that. He knows more about that freak artist who paints with blood. I was just working on a possible story. He's a hustler with HIV." "I told you to drop that shit! I swear -- I love you, but I'll kill you before I let you pursue this any further." He stuck out his chin. "Or I could have you killed. It's not like I don't know people." "Relax, Jose. I'd never do anything to mess up what we have." I acted insulted. Pouted. "Sorry. Kiss me now -- in front of everybody." I did. He worked a tongue into my mouth and there were some jeers and hoots from the crowd. It was so wonderful to have his massive body next to mine. He calmed down. Pacified. "Don't get crazy on me, Jose." "I'm sorry. I just...I can't lose the one good thing in my life. The best thing. I'm Latin -- you gotta understand we are passionate." "Gotcha. Let's go sit at the bar. Give Earl a hard time.." When we got there, Earl was smiling and shaking his head. "I knew it. It's not even 10:30 and Jose is already here. You guys hooked up. That sure as fuck came out of left field!" "Get me a Bud and refill his pitcher. NO Hot Damns." "Fine. If you guys are going to do anything tonight, make sure This...make sure Jose is back by 2." He kept shaking his head. "I just don't get it." We drank fast - and got the hell out of there. I left Earl a ten dollar bill and practically drug Jose out the door. I would always love holding his big, chubby hand. I tried to peel off the sticker from my window but only got about half of it off. Fuck it. We got in and peeled out. "Wait. Stop here. Pull into this drive." It was the park again. "You sure? We're almost back to my place." "This is our spot. Will you suck me again?" Well, duh. Of course I would. He had already pulled it out - that fat little mushroom was as perfect as I remember. He was hard and oozing already. I dove for it and we repeated the scene from less than 24 hours ago. Only this time he was more urgent and I actually tasted the semen this time. Salty and organic. And a little sweet. Perfect in a way I could never really explain with words. He was breathing so heavily again. "Let's go chill at my place for awhile. We can watch TV and drink some Coronas. Sound good?" "Sounds wonderful, Dan." We walked in and he made himself right at home. My poor futon creaked under his weight. It wouldn't last much longer if we stayed together. Fuck it -- maybe I'd suggest having sex on the floor. I was about to turn on the TV when Jose interrupted me... "No. Play some of your music for me. I can a learn a lot about you from hearing your stuff." I fetched us two beers while thinking long and hard about what I'd play. He'd already taken off his shoes when I returned. I liked that he felt comfortable enough to do that. "I'll play you the first CD I ever bought. This chick from Sound Warehouse just sensed I'd dig it. The group is called Frazier Chorus -- it's the only one they ever released -- as far I know. It'd called 'Cloud Eight'. I used to listen to this after getting completely baked with the headphones on." "It's perfect. How old were you?" "22... Why?" "I love this music. I brought the weed this time. There's hash oil in it...so we'll take it slow." He pulled out a little baggie of weed and I loaded the bowl of my bong. And we smoked and kissed. The music sounded better and better. I was rubbing his socked feet and then we were kissing again. I could feel his heart beat against mine. We were in synch. Yep -- this was love. I mean, it had to be love, right? I just couldn't get enough of his body heat. "I want you to fuck me this time." Well - it was worth a shot. I was not exactly hung, but my dick was bigger than his. I grabbed this Vaseline moisturizing lotion I'd put on sunburns before. I always burned with the least little bit of Summer sun. Jose had already positioned himself on the floor. "I figured it would be easier this way." He'd stripped down to just his socks and so did I. His ass was huge. My first move was to get down behind him, pull apart those giant cheeks and plant my tongue in his pink hole. It smelled and tasted like a pond down there...but I was into it, as was he. He kept arching his back and moaned as I let my tongue wander as far as it could go stretch. I stopped liking it after a few minutes and rubbed lotion on my boner and a generous amount on his hole. It was as hot as a blast furnace inside of him. "Go slow, Dan." Oh, I would....mainly because I had no idea what I was doing. It felt good in there, even though he made a few grunts of pain. I went easier and slower. He said something in Spanish between gasps. I guess he was liking it. I was enjoying it to, but so many things told me if I came in him, we'd have completed a connection that could never really sever it. He came right there on my carpet -- and I just pretended to. We pulled apart and just lie together and breathed heavily with smiles on our faces. "Well, I guess we've popped each other's cherries." He seemed deliriously happy about that. "Yeah." Neither of us could know had no how badly I'd betray him within the next seven days. PART TWO On Monday morning. I cornered Ed and told him I wanted to meet with him sometime that day. He agreed we'd have a lunch meeting because his day was mostly packed. "I'll order us a couple of subs from that place across the street," I'd written everything I had down on a legal pad. He wanted his socks knocked off? We'd see. We sat in his office and ate our sandwiches, talked a little football until I pulled out my legal pad. "Oh boy -- here it comes. Don't tell me you tracked down some stories over the weekend." "I did. Three different stories, and I'll save the best for last." He finished the rest of his Italian sub in two bites. "OK. Shoot." "First - there's a gay bar in down that was named after the owner, but he died and left it to his son who was a Junior and doesn't want his name on the place. He's greedy enough to scrape whatever profits even those he's some kind of uptight Christian. So it's currently unnamed. Maybe we could have a contest or something. I mean, that could be fun." He didn't seem that impressed. "Maybe if it was a strip club, it could go somewhere. We'll sit on that one for awhile." "It attracts a lot of young gay hustlers. I could do a piece on their lives - get a look inside the sex trade." "Hmmm. We've done something about that before - but that was back when crack was the worst drug out there. Now there's so many different drugs, worse drugs. Let me think on that one for a bit. Would you be willing to go undercover as a hustler?" "Maybe. That sounds like it could be dangerous though." "Yeah -- but it's something to consider. Some day." "OK. This next idea is for a human interest piece. I met a guy, Hispanic guy who's lost two brothers to the prison system because of gang activity -- and another one was killed. Anyway, this guy is morbidly obese because he consumes food before grief can consume him," "Yeah! Now that's good! Do you think we could get him to agree to be photographed?" "Probably. I can ask him." "Even if it's just a shot from the back standing at his brother's grave. How fat is he?" "About your height, at least 330 pounds, maybe more." "Is he a friend you just met?" "Yeah -- so much of what I found is connected to my neighborhood. I just stopped at the bar with no name and the stories found me." "See? I told you to just get out and explore the city." "One more -- there's an artist on town who paints with blood. Human blood that's not his own. He pays street hustlers, homeless kids to 'donate'. I've talked to a few of them bit they're too scared to give me too many details. BUT - I got hold of one his business cards that I had to decode because he's just so, so mysterious, I guess. Anyway - I've got a 3 PM appointment to see his gallery on Wednesday. I'll need that afternoon off." "YES! THAT'S IT! Hell, Danny -- take the whole day off - with pay - turn something good in and I'll put you on the writing staff immediately." I beamed. "Think you can get some photos?" "Not right away. I'm posing as a rich trust fund kid who collects art." Ed suddenly looked doubtful. "Do you have the wardrobe to pull that off?" "I've got the clothes I wore to my graduation -- they might not be stylish now. No idea." "Here's a company credit card. Take Lance with you and go pick some stuff a rich kid would wear. This is too good a lead for you to blow it by wearing cheap clothes. I'll give you both the afternoon off. Let me talk to him first. Keep all receipts." Wow. I sorta all the sudden had a expense account. Things were looking up. Well Lance and I drove over to Damien's in the suburbs. "Thing is -- you have to wear these clothes casually because you live a life of leisure. If you're wearing two hundred leather loafers and just act as if you were wearing flip-flops from Wal-Mart. Everything should be loose and look expensive. You need to act like you don't care." 200 dollar shoes? "Think I can pull this off?" "You look the part. You're handsome and speak very well. I won't ask why you're posing because Ed told me not to pry. Hold your nose up a little and try to look down on whoever you're talking to." There's a type who sees dollar signs when they see that. " We racked up almost 900 dollars worth of stuff -- including some hair products and ridiculously expensive cologne. I had begun to feel rich as I carried the shopping bags out to the parking lot. "Well, Lance -- we've got the rest of the day off. Want to grab a drink somewhere?" "Sure. Where?" "You'll like it. It's the bar with no name and it's where I found some great characters -- including a boyfriend." "Wow. Let's go. I haven't been laid in two weeks."Two Weeks? Try 22 years. "Wait -- this place? It's a pit. Don't hustlers and drug addicts come here? No thanks." "What do you want, Lance? A fancy martini or some interesting local people?" He had to admit I had him there. It was business as usual when we walked in. A few old regulars and dirty street kids. No Jerry, but Earl was tending bar. God, did he ever go home? "Well...what have we here? You move on from Jose already?" He was smirking. "Earl - this is Lance. We work together. He's a real reporter." "So I could call Jose and tell him you're here?" "Sure. Go ahead. I want Lance to meet him anyway." Earl arched an eyebrow and made us our drinks. Lance leaned closer -- whispered, "A Mexican? Is he part of the story?" "Not really. We're dating. Earl doesn't know me that well yet, He hardly trusts anybody." There were hustlers here, but none of them were wearing bandages. They left us alone. "So you're into Latins? Is that why you never asked me out?" "What? No. We work together and live in the same building -- that could be a disaster," "Yeah. Maybe. I tend to just go for it and not worry about consequences." "That's kind of my attitude going into this story." "I'm intrigued." "Found the seeds of it right here." Earl came over and asked if we needed a refill. "And hey, Mr. Reporter -- I got a fake shoulder courtesy of North Vietnam. Hold on -- I just two of them punks go into the women's room together." That was against the rules...big time. Lance was plum amazed. "You were right about this place, Danny." "Told ya." "But we should really get back and get those clothes out of the bags so they won't smell so new," "Good idea. Should I hang them up or leave them just laying around like I don't care?" "Wear them to bed tonight, sleep in them and then take them off in the morning and hang them up. Do you smoke?" "Just a little weed sometimes." "Really? Can I come smoke some with you?" "Sure." I wasn't the least bit attracted to him and, plus, I think I was in love with my big ol' Jose. I was pretty sure. Almost 100% sure. We got back to my place and he admired what I had done with the tiny studio apartment. He probably had a bigger layout than this. I'd upgrade if I got the reporter job. I put in a tape I'd recorded the movie Blue Velvet on. I loved watching David Lynch films when I was stoned. "Go put on the new duds on -- including the socks and shoes. I promise I won't peek." I went to the bathroom and put everything on. The shoes were a little uncomfortable. I'd told him I was somewhere in the 10 to 11 range. Should have gotten the 11's. When I returned, Lance had to marvel at his own great taste. He was smoking a cigarette. "Got an ashtray?" "Hold on..." I went to the kitchen and fished out an empty Coke can from the trash. "This will have to do." "So ghetto - love it!" We smoked a bowl or two as we watched this fucked -up movie. He seemed to be moving too close and I just didn't trust my capacity for lust anymore. "You're pretty cool, Lance. But I'm seeing somebody. "Yeah - I know. I just get super horny when I'm baked. It's cool." "Thanks for helping me out today." He left me about five of his cigarettes. "All rich kids smoke." Made sense. And then he was gone. I sat there and smoked one of them and watched the rest of the movie. I heard a rustle outside my door. When I opened it, there was Jose taping a note to my door. "Oh. You're home! And look at those clothes!Wow." "Yeah. I had a job interview today." I hated having to lie to this totally honest man, but it wouldn't be the last time.. "Cool. I was babysitting for Mara while she ran errands and I...here." Hr handed me the note. It was a crudely-drawn heart with 'Jose and Dan Forever' written inside. I'd keep that forever. "Have you been smoking in here?" "Yeah -- it's a habit I picked back up again recently." He pulled out a pack of Merits out of his pocket. "I smoke too, but never wanted you to know." That was sweet, I guess. God, his poor heart. I needed to worry about that. "I just don't have an ashtray yet. I've been using this can." He lit one of his smokes me. "You look so nice. Can we go out somewhere so I can show you off? I want Mama to meet you. And you can see my room." "Sounds good." "Let's go! Let's take my truck. I've got a lawnmower in the back and - no offense - but this ain't a great neighborhood." "Yeah. I know." We got into his old, dented white truck. He immediately lit another cigarette and offered me one. "You're gonna love my Mama -- and I know she'll love you. She knows I'm gay, but we never talk about it. Nervous?" "About meeting your mom? A little." "It will be so fine -- don't worry. She hated that I was alone." "Why do you have a lawnmower? It's November." "It chops up the dead leaves and helps fertilize the grass." Ah. I guess that made total sense. We arrived at his fairly normal two-story house. Two little twin girls greeted us at the door, They hugged his legs and then looked me up and down. They were so cute. "Mia, Josephine -- this is Dan. He's a friend." They hugged me too. So this is what is like to have a family you loved. "Miguel is probably down in my room playing Sega. He's a pill." His mom was in the kitchen cooking something that smelled wonderful. "Mama -- I want you to meet someone." She turned around and regarded me with half-closed eyelids. "It's a pleasure to meet you. You're just as beautiful as Jose said you were." She smiled widely and gave me a huge embrace. "So handsome! You must eat supper with us. I need another grownup to talk to. Jose is always in his room and the kids are always fighting. Thank God I'm going through the change -- no more babies!" "I was the baby of my family. Probably an accident." "No, no. Just a surprise." I loved this family already. "Now go - I have to finish in here. I'll call you when the food is ready." We went down to Jose's room in the basement. It was pretty nice. There was a preteen boy - 11 or 12, playing the hell out of some video game. "Miguel. Pause that shit and meet my friend." Another beautiful kid. He was miffed and turned around to say a quick hello. "Is it your boyfriend???" "Go do your homework, cabrone." He left angrily and then it was just Jose and I. We embraced and I inhaled his musky, sweaty man smell. I was getting addicted to it. I wanted to get him naked again. "Mama won't be done cooking for another hour. Want to fool around a little?" "Fuck yes!" "Okay - but I want to tell you something -- I'd rather fuck you than the other way around. That alright?" "Absolutely. You're good at it." We got naked and he fucked me like a mad man. I loved the idea of his seed inside of me. It felt right. He glistened with sweat and panted, "I love your ass, Dan. It feels so good in there." "You have a talented dick, Jose." "We better get dressed now, Supper will be ready soon, Hungry?" "Not really - but it smells so good." "Eat as much as you can, please. Mama takes great pride in her cooking. She really likes you." Dinner (what I called the evening meal) was delicious. I ate as much as I could, but not nearly as much as Jose did. "That was great, Miss Martinez. I need to walk some of some of this off." "Yes, yes. You boys go have fun. I'll get the girls to help me clean up." We went back down to Jose's room. I thought we were going to have round two, but he was changing clothes. "I want to go show you off in those clothes some more. My aunt owns a cantina here in town, not far. It's not gay but somebody in my family is always there." I met his aunt and two of his cousins and we had some tequilas. Every single relative of his was beautiful. Jose wanted to go to no name bar. He could drink for free and kiss there. Well -- second time in one day. What the hell? Sure. I doubted very much that these clothes would smell new by Wednesday. Shit. I needed to be careful not to say a single word about any of that. Jerry was at the door and was still being cold towards me, towards us. It wasn't that busy. Earl was nice enough not to mention seeing me already once already today. "Look at you dressed all fancy. Jose here can drink for free, but you I gotta charge you." "No problem." "I'll pay if he has to," Jose offered. "Goddamn it, kids. I'll charge you both half price." I'd really liked the tequila we'd had already. I ordered two with beer chasers. "Uh oh. Don't tell me you like tequila now?! Be careful. My dad liked it too much and I think it's why Mama eventually kicked him out of the house. I haven't seen him in ten years." "Don't worry, Babe. I'm too invested in my career -- and you -- to waste my life away." "Oh look. One of those victims of the cutter is here. I'm so glad you're letting that go. I was worried." Man, I sucked. I was already withholding information stuff from him. Big stuff. We moved to a little table because Earl tended not like to see public affection right there at the bar. We kissed openly. I only regret the hateful glare we were getting from Jerry. "Let's go, Jose. It's been a long day and I have work in the morning." "Aww. Really? One more drink and a cigarette. Please?" "OK." I really had to give him that much after lying to his face. I really liked smoking. I hoped it wasn't going to become a habit. Too expensive. We got back to my place and I gave him a quick blow job. I couldn't get enough of his pure, all-natural life milk. I told him as much. Tomorrow would be a Tuesday...and then Wednesday PART THREE I kind of don't remember much about Tuesday. I'd always kind of thought of Wednesday as an unlucky day -- mainly because I always had to think twice about how to spell it. Lance and I went out for smoke breaks on the rusty fire escape. "Did you sleep with the clothes on last night?" "Nope. Didn't have to. I went to two bars and put them in a pile while I had sex. I hung them up and they look just perfectly abused now." "Tell me about your guy." "He's the sweetest man on Earth. Genuine. But he's...heavy." "Like 'fat'?" "Yeah. Very much so, but I don't use that word." That's pretty all that was noteworthy about my Tuesday. Oh, I talked with Jose on the phone and he sort of invited himself over. He fucked me, sweat all over me and left. OK. I had the next 17 hours to kill before my appointment tomorrow. I decided to smoke a lot of weed and listen to Depeche Mode with the headphones on. I really couldn't believe the bad review 'Rolling Stone' gave this CD. Violator was genius. It meshed with a good buzz so perfectly. I drifted off somewhere around four in the morning. I woke up around 10 am. Shit. Why couldn't I have woken up with only an hour left to get ready. I showered and used all the beauty products Lance had suggested. My hair looked ridiculously good. I got dressed in the new-ish clothes. I couldn't pace any more. I decided to leave the apartment at noon. I drove by the address. I shuddered for whatever reason. I needed to calm down. I saw a sports bar called 'Innings' (or something like that). I parked on the street. They'd have bar food and tons of TVs. I could kill a couple of hours here. Lance had warned me not to show up too early. "Rich dudes are always late and drunk by mid-afternoon. They don't have jobs." Done and done. I ate a plate of loaded nachos and watched the one TV that wasn't playing ESPN. Some game show. I would kick so much ass on one of these shows. No brag, but I would. Their tequila was a better brand than any I've tasted so far. the dudes here were all talking about the upcoming Sunday football games as I ate and got a little drunk...just a little. The food made me feel better. I still had an hour left. I joined the guys at the bar. You never knew where you'd find a story. I ordered another tequila and pretended to be straight. Every single person there was smoking. I lit one from the pack Jose left behind the night before. I didn't belong here, but I still had an hour to kill. The bartender turned his attention to me "You gotta college team, kid? "Nebraska". Groans from the other guys. I just knew it was a college with a good team. "Best keep that under your hat. What can I get ya?" "Tequila. House brand." The conversations here were boring as hell. What the fuck was "fantasy football"? They were really into arguing about their "leagues". No stories here...just boring straight man shit. I used to have teen crushes on those jock types in high school, but it was never enough to get me interested in sports. It was Wednesday but they were all watching highlights from Monday Night's game - like it even mattered. "You're new here. What do you do?" "I'm a reporter for the alternative weekly." "That free one? With all the gay shit in it?" "It's mostly about the local music scene. I cover actual news stories." "Oh yeah? There was a dead hooker found a few blocks from here. Strangled with the very necklace she was wearing -- or else it cut her throat, something like that. Paper never covered it." "Does that happen a lot around here?" He shrugged. "If it was the work of a serial killer -- then I would cover it." "Yeah -- I see." Less than 40 minutes to go. I must be developing a higher tolerance for alcohol because I only felt slightly buzzed. I tried not to think about how important this appointment could be to my future. I had to be cool. "One more tequila, and a pitcher of Miller Lite." "Comin' up." I couldn't stop fiddling around with the gold bracelet Lance had lent me to wear. I was not a jewelry person. "Thanks, man. Nice place you got here." "You think? It does OK." I had one of my mini notebooks and a palm-sized pen in my front pocket. I really should buy one of those tiny tape recorders. I'd put that on my Christmas list. Also a cell phone. I just hated the idea of always being available. 24/7. Jose had one because of his landscaping work. I was finally getting slightly drunk and decided it was close enough to 3 to leave. One more cigarette and a trip to the bathroom and I'd be good to go. I peed and stood in front of the mirror and took a look at my pretend self. The clothes looked just unkempt enough, but my hair was not messy enough. I put a palm full of water through it. OK. Better. I looked as close to a rich kid as I ever would. The shoes were finally stretching out a little. I walked out and let the chilly Autumn air wake me up and put some color in my cheeks. And there I was. Not Dan or Danny -- Daniel was here. I pressed the buzzer and waited. "Yes?" It was Julie Andrews again. "Daniel Sherwood. I have an appointment." "Yes. I see. Come on up to the fifth floor. I'll be waiting." The door clicked. I was in. The elevator was an old, iffy freight lift that was very David Lynch. The whole building was. I practiced my bored look as I made sure my fly was closed. "Mr. Sherwood?" There she was. She didn't look anything like Julie Andrews. She was dressed like a spinster librarian with glasses and a bun in her white hair. She also didn't seem the least bit pleasant. I could give that attitude right back to her. She unlocked a door and let me in to the gallery space. Impressive. "Of course there's no photography allowed." There were no prices on anything - because rich people just bought whatever they wanted without caring about trivial things like cost. "At this end, we still have a few of Salvador's earliest pieces." They were distinctively rust-colored, an ominous brown that I guess blood dries into. "Most of those were done before he started mixing blood with oil paints. As we move to the right, you'll see the colors get richer and more defined." "Yes. I see that." I tried to look bored - even though the man obviously had talent. Every single canvas was done in shades of red. "Just early this year, he began to get more abstract. weird red you'd never see in a Sherwin Williams store. 'Hustler blood' was all I could think. "I like this much more, but I believe I'd like something done with my own blood. Something personal. Does he do commissions?" "They may be arranged, if his schedule can be freed up. I'll have to talk to him first." "I see. It's for a gift." Her portable phone rang. "One moment please. Feel free to look around." She answered it with her Julie Andrews voice. "Gallery. This is Valerie. Yes, Mrs. Mallory... oh. Oh! Well...yes, yes. I understand. Of course. I'm not sure." She moved back out into the hall. It was about then that I heard the music. Loud metal music. I followed it to another door at the far left end of the loft. I wondered if Salvador was actually in there, working. I chanced it. It was another huge room that had a plastic tarp on the floor and many opened tubes of paint. The music was godawful shit that I thought Nirvana had killed off already. Salvador was wearing a painter's smock. And nothing else. I could see his bare ass. He didn't see me, but moved to turn the music off. "Ah - the art collector is here." "I'm sorry to disturb you." He turned to face me. He was astonishingly handsome. Jet black hair and a neat little mustache and goatee that Lucifer himself only wishes he could have. "You aren't a patron of the arts and you're not wealthy. You fooled Valerie, though. That's not easy to do. You were just drawn here, drawn to me." "No...I..I mean, I just...." Damn. I was busted. "Look -- I'm a wanna-be reporter and I'd like to do a story about you." "Want it bad enough to give me some blood?" Oh fuck no! "Well..." "I bet you have that ice cold Northern European blood - which is not easy to find around here." "OK. I'll do it. Now?" "No. Can you come back later tonight? Around 10?" Valerie burst in. "Mr. Sherwood! This is not allowed! I'm so sorry, Salvador!" "Go mind those receipts, Valerie. We're discussing business." She harrumphed and left abruptly. "But first...mind if I make one small cut? Just to see the color, maybe have a taste." "Uh..." This better get me a better job somehow. "OK." "I'll let you photograph me --even if it's just a silhouette. I have a fantastic camera. We'll talk more tonight." "OK, But not too deep -- and somewhere I can hide it." "How about a little nick on the cheek? You can say you sneezed while you were shaving. That OK?" No. "I guess. As long as you use a fresh blade. And only make a little cut." "I use Exacto blades -- you can watch me put in a new blade. Smart. I like that." I watched him take a fresh blade from a little plastic box and he replaced the old one with it. Was I actually going to let him do this? "Just a small cut, OK?" "Absolutely. Mr. Sherwood." And then he made a quick little jab on my cheek and I barely felt it. He collected the drips in a small glass vial. There are a lot of little blood vessels on the face and the little tiny cut bled a lot and wasn't clotting anytime fast. "Beautiful! It's so pure." He then leaned down and licked the fresh wound on my face, I'd never agreed to that! Fuck! "Mm... you've smoked some weed recently and drank alcohol very recently. You don't use drugs -- not a virgin. " Was this guy a vampire or something? "You can taste all that??" "Oh yes. My sense of smell, taste and vision are very refined." "OK. Do you, um, have a band-aid you let me put on." He fetched one and I hoped no blood had gotten on my shirt. "See you at 10 tonight. Valerie won't be here. It'll be just us." I left and walked back to where my car was parked. As much as I wanted to stop at No Name, I couldn't. I was wearing the same clothes as I was on Monday. Plus -- even though the shaving accident excuse would probably fly, I'd met my quota of lies for the past couple of days. I knew I'd have to probably find a way to avoid Jose. We were having sex almost every night before his shift. Another lie would have to happen. There were messages on my machine but I just wanted to take a nap. I took off the shoes and lied down on the futon. I didn't wake up until it was almost 8 PM. Phone. "Hello?" "Hey! I been trying to reach you all day. What's up?" "I'm sick -- stayed home in bed today." I actually did feel a little unwell right then. "Oh no! What's wrong?" "Sore throat, coughing...no fever. It's just a bad cold." "Oh man. It's about that time of year I guess. Can I bring you anything?" "No. I hope you don't get it too." "OK. Call me tomorrow. Just rest and drink some fluids. Good night, Dan. I love you." "Me too, Bye." While I was on a roll, I'd call Ed. "Hey! I left you a message. I was worried. How did it go?" "Well...I'm part of the story now." He audibly gasped. "He'll give me an interview if I agree to give him some of blood. It's later tonight. I can also score photos that he wants final approval of." "Holy SHIT, Danny! Are you sure about this? Will you be safe? I mean - look, if you want to drop this now, I'll let you do the fat guy story." "Yeah -- I'm part of that story too." "Oh man ...Danny...I mean...." "Look, it's fine. I'll be OK. But I may be in late tomorrow." "Take the day off. Get rest, scribble some stuff down and try not get too personally involved with your work. You're just like I was back in the day --and it nearly killed me." I hung up. And wanted to shower and get ready. I could just dress as myself this time. There was no need to pretend for Salvador's sake. I was ready. I sat in front of the TV and opened the bottle of Mexican wine Jose had bought over the other night. I knew nothing about wine, but it wasn't bad. I'd chilled it even though I didn't know if I was supposed to. Some of them were supposed to be warm I suppose. I had fresh mini notebook in my pocket. I smoked two cigarettes and checked myself in the bathroom mirror. The bleeding had stopped on my cheek and was barely noticeable. I could always let some designer stubble grow in. I'd look like the other trendy dudes in the office. I needed to go. Even though I still had 45 minutes to go. No Fear. PART FOUR I was early again. I'd parked at that same random sports bar to have a few drinks. I'd put this on the company account. Small crowd again, but different bartender. Same insanely boring hetero talk. this new barkeep carded me. Asked me if I had a college team too. "M.U. for football, K.U. for basketball." (I went to Creighton and had no idea where they were in the standings -- or if they even had sports teams) "No way - you can't have the best of both worlds -- pick a state, kid!" Fuck him. I ordered some double shots of Captain Morgan rum and handed him the card. "Want to run a tab?" "Yeah. What time is it?" "8:50. Got a hot date later?" Sorta "No. Not exactly." I wanted a really healthy buzz by 10 -- and I needed to calm down. I know one thing: I was not going to let him lick the cut he made on me. That had to be somewhat unsafe -- the human mouth was full of bad-ass bacteria. I'd brought a little box of my own razor blades from home. I only ever shaved with a traditional razor. Those electric shavers just didn't do a good enough job. I kept getting them for Christmas from different family members, but always re-gifted them eventually. "Damn, Kid! You some kind of camel or something? You're supposed to sip rum, not down it like beer." Fuck him twice. He had no idea what lie ahead for me. I got out my little notebook and looked at all the questions I'd thought to ask. I'd done some internet research and discovered Salvador wasn't the only artist who painted with blood. There were more than a few, but he was the only one I'd found who used other people's blood - and the only one who mixed it with regular oil paint (that I could find). I underlined a few key words and added some thoughts. I had to get this right. The bartender handed me a tall glass this time. It was a rum and coke, with a 'heavy pour'. "It's almost 9:30....what's that? Your diary?" "No. I just take notes all the time. I'm a reporter." That still wasn't exactly true. But after tonight.... I just hated how easily I could lie these days. I remember ,as a kid, thinking only kids lied. Adults just wouldn't, couldn't tell a fib. Kids are dumb. I was numb but had work to do -- I'd get there early. So what? I was no longer 'Mr. Daniel Sherwood". Just Danny. Punk. asshole, wanna-be reporter. I buzzed the door. Silence. Then I heard a harried voice answer... "Daniel? You're a little early and I've got somebody here. Can you..? Oh never mind -- come on up. I'll leave the door unlocked." It buzzed. Maybe he had another 'donor' up there. This was usually about the time I'd started seeing them filter into No Name. Why was I jealous? Simple - I was very much attracted to this demonic vampire freak. Not in love. Just ... just something else. I went inside the gallery space and saw Salvador and some grungy kid sitting together,forehead to forehead. The hustler kid was bawling his eyes out and Salvador was saying quiet, comforting words to him and gently putting some gentle pressure on his bandaged forearm. "Sh, Sh. You need to go home and relax.Don't smoke any more T tonight and stay off the street. They'll all be waiting for you tomorrow. Take those iron pills I gave you and maybe some B-12." The scummy kid was still crying, but tried to compose himself. I'd never seen such a tough-looking dude show so much vulnerability. I pretended to be interested on one of the paintings. You can pretty much hear everything in one of these big spacious lofts. Had the hustler freaked? About the cut? Or was it the drugs he had probably taken? I had no idea what 'T' was. It could be smoked was all I knew so far. I needed to ask Salvador. I needed to know so much. The guy left. We were alone at last. I felt my dick harden. "Lose your shoes and socks -- we're going back to the studio and there's paint on the floor. If you step in anything, you'll know it right away...and you won't track it back out here. Old painter's secret." I was a little embarrassed about my feet. I needed to take better care of them. His bare feet were extra long and looked very groomed. "Actually -- get completely naked and I'll give you the gifts I got for you." Oh no. Get naked in front of this guy?? I wasn't ashamed of my body. I was lean and had a fairly nice penis -- that I wish wasn't so erect. 'Gifts'. I'd eventually get one more than I bargained for, and only know about it a few weeks later. "Does this excite you a little?" Don't be embarrassed. Let's go on back to the studio. I just left my clothes and shoes there on the floor. Was I supposed to bring them? The cold air was going to kill my boner for sure. The work area was covered with a new plastic tarp with paint spills everywhere..,god, I hoped it was paint and not blood. "Here" he held out a paint-spattered flannel shirt. "You look a little cold. And then we'll get started. I'm guessing you don't want the cut on your arm. I can do it on your upper thigh -- it'll be easy enough to conceal under your boxers." "What about the interview?" "After. I have some surprises for you after we cut." Well...It's not like I had a lot of options here. "Oh. Should I stand?" Was this all really happening? "Yes! Blood flows downward, thanks to gravity. I won't need to cut so deeply. I'll have to be careful -- your femoral artery is down in that area. Now I'm really wanting to use some arterial blood eventually because it's more bluish. But I can't take that risk. Not with you. Do you have a lover, Danny?" "Yes. He doesn't know anything about this. We're still new to each other. My first boyfriend." "Spanish?" "Yeah -- how did you..." Forget it -- he was some kind of weird psychic freak. "Try to stand still. I have to be careful in this area." Shit. I'd left my fancy new razor blades in my jeans pocket. "Do you have more clean exacto blades?" "I still have the one I used on you earlier. All washed and everything. Still sharp as hell. I even accidentally cut my thumb with it as I dried it off. Why wasn't I smart enough to ask if he'd washed it again? With alcohol? I didn't think of too many other things except -- maybe I should get the hell out of here. "OK." My boner was rising again. I loved that was kneeling down with a knife in his hand. I stayed as still as I could. This cut hurt more than the one he made on my cheek. He went deeper. and I felt the warm blood start flowing down my cold bare leg. "Uh oh. That maybe went too deep. Stay put." He collected several glass vials of the gushing blood and of course put his mouth on the cut and sucked dome up. I was still wasn't OK with that. "Saliva is a natural coagulant. This won't last. I didn't hit the artery. This is why I usually use the guys' arms and wrists." "Wow. Did I just lose too much blood? I'm dizzy." "No - less than a pint. Or about just about a pint. I'll get you some juice and cookies in a second. Hold this cloth over the cut and put some pressure on it. Let me go get you some of your gifts, He came back with two boxes, his fancy camera and two folders. "I have my own darkroom and took some pictures of the gallery, the studio and myself -- partially shadowed and distorted in an antique mirror. That old glass that warps everything. These are for your story. The other photos are for you -- and just you, Not for publication. I put the appropriate negatives. in the photos folder that can be published. I'm keeping the other negatives. Don't look at them now.Now - open this box. It was a tiny little recorder - just what I'd wanted. "I know you like to write in your little notebook, but I talk a lot and I talk fast. This will be easier to transcribe for your article. "Wow. Thank you so much, Salvador. I still have my notebook with questions written in it. This is perfect!" It's got a fresh cassette in it as well as new batteries. You're all set. Okay....open the other one. It was a mini digital camera. "That's for you to use next time. You have a computer, right? With a USB port?" "Three of them." "Nice. You look pale -- let me get you some juice and some Oreos." Gross. "Let me check you out for paint and blood. Lift your feet up. OK. Your cut is already clotting." We can go out to the gallery and have a seat. I was still naked. I sat on a sofa as he got me the promised glass of orange juice and a handful of cookies. I was hungrier and thirstier than I thought. I needed it too. I felt stronger. "Need the bathroom? It's right past the studio door. I went. But I didn't really have to go. Nothing came out from either end. I was still deathly pale, but I was usually looked too white anyway. I came back out and Salvador was sitting on the couch -- totally naked. Stimulating himself. Shit! OK. It's not like I didn't want this to go further - but I needed my interview. "Whoa -- you are one confident man, Salvador!" "I'll behave -- for now. I recorded some personal thoughts already. You can listen later. Let's get started." "OK. When did you first get interested in painting with blood?" "Call it a fetish. I love the life force and I think most art is too cold. Blood painting is warm. I used to just use my own blood, but it was too personal -- I started asking others to donate blood - friends, lovers. family. It freed me up creatively. But blood changes color because of the iron content. It also flakes off unless you use a fixative. I was selling my work while still in school. I got interested in using strangers' blood. The easiest donors were these street kids who had drugs and disease in their system. It makes a difference in texture and color. I got inspired. Bit it still rusted and flaked. So I began to mix the blood with oil paint -- which stays around for centuries. Obviously. I still like the color red. So do my customers." "Do you feel like it's reckless to paint with blood when there are some serious blood-borne diseases out there?" "Possibly. I don't like the word 'reckless'...I prefer to call it 'daring'. I need to be as brave as the young men who volunteer to let me cut them. I've had the AIDS virus for ten years -- from my own activities unrelated to art --and some of the paintings you've seen in the gallery are tainted -- but the virus dies quickly outside the body. I don't use drugs, but I do get a secondhand high when I smell or taste chemical blood. Turn off the recorder." I did. "Are you scared now?" "No -- Yes. A little. I'm new to sex. I was a virgin until this past weekend. I think I'm in love with the guy." "Love is as dangerous as sex, Daniel. OK. Turn the recording on again." He stood up and his dick and hairy torso were beautiful and in plain view. "I'm going to paint now as we talk. I hope you don't mind -- you are inspiring me. He put his smock on and left the room. That furry ass of his was so perfect. He came back with a new bottle of wine and a corkscrew. It's still corked so you know I didn't put anything in it. Some guys assume I'm going to drug them, but that's not my style. I understand their distrust." He mixed a vial of my fresh blood with a small amount of crimson paint. " I only had 50/50 luck with uncorking wine bottled on my own, but I couldn't fuck this up in front of him. "Glasses?" "What? Oh - no. We can just take swigs from the bottle if you're comfortable with that?" Yes. No. Oh fuck it. I took a generous gulp from the very dry red wine. He was already painting on the fresh canvass. "Is seduction part of your work?" "It's possibly part of this one - but not usually. I'm just sourcing materials for art." "Do you consider your work ethical?" "I hate that word. Nothing is 100 % ethical. Vegetarians make such a big deal about their 'cruelty-fee' diets, but tons of tiny animals are killed when grains and vegetables are harvested. Rodents and such. Is that ethical?" He was talking in circles and I needed to reign this in. But then he had the brilliant idea of cutting his own groin and mixing his blood in with mine. I involuntarily shuddered. "When and why did you start going abstract with your artwork?" "Earlier this year. I felt like brushes were putting too much distance between me and the canvas. I started finger-painting like a pre-school kid. It was a revelation!" His groin was still bleeding. It was alarming. "The work progressed towards abstraction just by not using traditional tools. "You might need to tend to your cut, Salvador." "Perhaps...in a bit. I'm just too into this now. This piece will not be for sale!" He added some dark blue. Making violet. "Do you see yourself working with blood forever? Is this your permanent medium?" "I don't know -- that's a very good question. It will always involve something provocative -- I once considered using snake venom mixed with blood. Or doing something 3-D, sculpture or something. Right now - I'm still so drawn to blood for now. I'm always thinking of new ways to incorporate it. These street kids are using different drugs now. Opiates are really intriguing to me currently. The blood is a little lazy - which is why yours is so unique. It's lively and clean but chilled like glacial water. I once tried mixing urine with paint but there was no life in the art. And it was just too distasteful to my eye." "Why do you think people are so drawn to your paintings?" "Some people are just morbid -- like those people who bought John Wayne Gacy's paintings that he makes on death row. I think even Dahmer's father sold some terrible drawings and wrote a book. Some weirdos are just always looking for something new, something dark. Other's are just attracted to me -- to a kind of danger they think I represent. I'm actually harmless, but it's easier to just take their money and let them think whatever they want." I drank more of the wine but Salvador hadn't touched it. I guess maybe he saw a little bit on concern on my face because he walked over and took a long swag. His large penis was half erect. I just reached over and touched it. I just had to. "I've got an idea. Come with me." I didn't even think twice about following him. He had me stand at the easel and gave me the blood/paint. "This will be my first collaboration. Paint something - go with what's already there and carry it for a while. There are brushes over there or you can use your fingers, whatever. I put my index finger directly on his dripping wound. I held to my lips. "What's it taste like, Danny?" "Passion. Hot, risky passion." "Go with that." I painted using just his blood and then with some of the maroon paint. My own cut was still dripping a little and I added that too. I added all three liquids. and reached what I thought was a natural stopping point. He was impressed. "Done! I love your instincts! I guess writing and painting are very similar. We just finished the first the first chapter in our story. Together." It looked like a piece of organ meat to me, but of course I didn't say that." And then we were kissing passionately His fully hard dick was rubbing against mine and I reached around a grabbed his furry butt. He took my face in his hands. "Are you sure?" No."Very!" He brought me down to the floor and mounted my body. Our bloody, paint spattered naked bodies merged and he entered me. I wasn't thinking this through very well - we were just just making another creation, still collaborating. This way more painful than when Jose first nailed me with his stubby little member, nut I was infinitely more turned on. That makes a difference as it turns out. I wanted him in me deeper and deeper despite the pain. He was jabbing away the same he stabbed his fingers directly onto the canvas. Art was being made inside of me. I should remember to write that phrasing down. "I'm signing it now...I'm coming!! He heaved as he shot a hot load deep into my guts. I wouldn't need a test to confirm I was now infected. I was a walking, talking, writing work of art. The way I lived my life from here on would be different. He stayed inside me as his dick got soft. "Want the shower first?" "Yeah -- do you have hydrogen peroxide?" "No! That makes the cut heal slower. Use soap and warm water. Not too hot. You don't have anything in your hair, but some of the paint may be hard to get off your skin. I've got a special mixture of stuff you can use on that later. It's a little hard on your skin - so use some moisturizer afterwards. I'll send you home with everything you'll need. What are you thinking? "Only good things, Salvador. Only good things." He grinned at me and I finally saw the glowing light behind his 'evil' disguise. We hugged again. And then I showered. When I came out of the shower, all clean (on the outside at least) Salvador was trying to extract the blood and semen mix I'd left in the spot where my ass was during sex. "You don't mind if I use this, do you?" "No. Not at all." "I've got clients from Italy flying in tomorrow morning. Think we could meet again on Friday? After 6 PM? This new painting of ours will be ready for you to take home." "Wow! Thanks! Sure. Think you get some quotes from these clients? Maybe a photo? I can messenger some release forms to Valerie first thing in the morning." "No. I've already got all kinds of legal forms on hand. I even signed some for the photos in the one folder. Remember -- those other photos are for you only. Don't share them or reproduce them in any way--not that you would. I'm lawyered up, man. You can understand why, "Yes. Well, I've got a story to work on. It's almost 1." "Read all the instructions and learn to use it. It shouldn't be that difficult for a smart guy like you." "I appreciate all this, Salvador." "That's another thing. My real is Simon. Simon Goldman. I chose to go by Salvador when I was in art school. I'm 40 years old." "What would you prefer to be called by my me?" "Your lover." I just kissed him and left. "See you on Friday." I was too wired to go straight home. I had tomorrow off -- but a lot of work to do. No way could I go back to No Name. I could probably never go there again. I'd have to lose that place, I'd have to lose sweet Jose, his wonderful family and my negative HIV status. Things would change now. I went back to the sports bar and there was a different bartender working. I couldn't drink tequila ever again now so I ordered a pitcher of beer, got some quarters and went to play some pinball. Jose had probably called me to see if I was feeling better. Maybe he was hoping I'd be well enough to host him again before his shift began. I couldn't. I had my lover's virus replicating inside my bloodstream -- even sucking his dick was not 100% safe now. People think playing mindless games is just mindless and an escape from reality don't understand that, yes - it does occupy the detail-oriented part of your brain while the rest of your mind is processing other things. It's also true when you're drawing or writing and even when you're washing dishes. The mind is most active when you're in the deepest stage of sleep. I bet my lover knew that already. I finished my third beer and decided to call it a night. I wanted to look at the photos and listen to the tape. Was it still recording while we had sex? I drove home without incident even though I knew I'd never pass a breathalyzer test just then. Messages from Jose, Mom and Ed. All of them were probably worried, but it was a little too late for that. I wouldn't start the story or listen to the tape until I'd had a good sleep. But I would look at the photos he'd taken just for me. The first few were gorgeous photos of his face and torso. A couple of shots of his hard dick with every single vein, pore and pubic hair shown in glorious detail. I didn't beat off or even attempt to read up on the digital camera. I just slept. Let it all work itself out in the my dreams. END
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I'm a biker living in London UK, and I've discovered three major ways of pozzing up unsuspecting negs. Thought I'd share my techniques with you blokes. The first I discovered by accident when I was fucking a guy and the condom broke. I said I was sorry, and I was, but later the memory made me smile. Sometime later when I was doing another guy, and the condom broke when I was putting it on, but I decided to fuck him without his knowledge the condom would not provide any protection. I felt guilty and horny as hell at the same time. Then I started pricking the rubbers in their packets, so that when I started fucking, they'd split, but through experience I learned this technique didn't reliably work, so using embroidering scissors, I would carefully cut open the packets, remove the condoms and snip a bit off the tip. Then I would roll it back up and slide it back into the packet. Then I would look for guys who are into safer sex only. I've done hundreds of guys using this method over the years. The second method is more work, but more fun. I chat up negs on-line who want to bareback with other negs, saying I had tested neg the month before, claiming I only top, and I'm neg. Occasionally when I've met-up with such guys, they ask for documentation showing my status, so I made-up a fake report on my computer, and printed it on letterhead that looks like that of the local STD clinic. In addition, I tell them I will pull-out before shooting. Of course I never do. It's much easier to apologize than to get permission. For that matter, there are ample guys into being fucked by a guy in bike leathers and crash helmet, so I dress the part, at least the first time around. On second and subsequent 'dates' I may get more intimate, smiling, and kissing passionately. I do my best to blow at least five loads in such guys, and even stay in touch with them long enough to see if they convert. I think I've used this technique on about 20 guys over the years. To the best of my knowledge, about 19 of the guys converted. When they tell me they've tested poz I act shocked and say I will get tested immediately. I love chat rooms: the other guy can't see the smile on my face. The third method is the most dangerous and the hottest. A biker mate and I were cruising Hamstead Heath, London's cruising area. We were desperate to breed a neg bottom. We wandered about 'till we saw a cute young Asian guy. He was a bit drunk. I think it was his first time on the heath. We smiled, said hello, and led him to a quiet part of the heath. I started kissing him while my mate pulled down his pants, and pinned him to the ground, and using just spit for lube, raped his ass. I held him down and pushed his face into the mud to stop him screaming. When my mate finished, it was my turn. After we both finished we both pissed on him and told him we were HIV positive. We left him there, sobbing, soaked in piss, with our poz loads in his cunt. I still get a hard on thinking about it.
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I was new here in town. I needed to get a physical exam for my new job so I asked around and one of my neighbors recommended I go see Dr. Kendrick, over on 10th. I called to make an appointment and a few days later I headed over there. Dr. K had an office right there in his home, a cozy-looking house set back from the street. Inside the front door was a small waiting area. A sign on the wall said to take a seat until I was called. After a few minutes a door opened. First, a young man about my age came out and hurried for the front door. I remember that his face was red and sweaty. Maybe he had seen the doctor because he had a fever. Next, Dr. K stepped into the waiting room and said, "You must be Larry. Larry Hicks? Come on into my exam room." I followed him into a bigger room. This one had a desk, a couple of chairs, cabinets and, in the middle of the floor, was a medical exam table. "Why don't you start getting undressed while we talk? You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." So, I took off my socks and shoes along with my trousers, shirt and underwear and put them on one of the chairs. "Hop up on the table," he said, and tell me what I can do for you." As I explained my reason for the appointment he began making notes of our conversation. He asked my age, which was 19, and inquired about my medical and family history. All the while he poked and prodded me, working his way through the exam. Eventually the questions turned more personal. "So, are you sexually active, Larry?" I reddened a bit and said, "Not much. I've only done it a couple of times." "That's not a problem," he said. "Now...when you think about having sex...you know, when you get horny...do you mainly think of having sex with women or having sex with men?" Seeing the shocked expression on my face, he continued, "It makes no difference to me, young man. I just need to get a complete picture of your situation." "I don't know," I said, "I guess maybe I'm gay. I've only done it with two guys." "Well, if you're unsure, we can certainly help you figure that out. Do you like having your penis sucked?" I nodded. "Do you like it when a man puts his organ in your mouth? Do you like to pleasure him? Do you like him to ejaculate in your mouth? And do you swallow his semen?" Guiltily, I nodded "yes" to each question. "Well, at this point, I think it's safe to say that you are an homosexual." I blushed. "Now, as for anal sex...are you the insertive partner?" He glanced at me. "Hmmm! No! Probably not! So, you're the receptive partner, right?" My cheeks burned bright red and I could only look at the floor. So...you are what's commonly known as...."a bottom. In plain words...you accommodate the needs of other men. Excellent!" He smiled warmly! "Let's move on! Do you have any Sexually Transmitted Diseases? Herpes? Syphilis?" "No," I stammered. "Are you HIV-negative?" "Yes! I mean...I guess so." "Well," he said, "we have to be sure. We'll get you tested for everything. Then I can give you a clean bill of health." He did the pinprick and drew some blood. "Larry, I'm running a little behind. While we're waiting for your results, I'm going to put you in the next room. Bring your stuff. You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." He ushered me through a doorway into the next room. "This actually is my bedroom," he said, and indeed, there was a large bed situated against one wall. "I use this as a second exam room when it gets busy. It's quiet and private. Have a seat there on the bed and make yourself comfortable. Mrs. Shaw is just stopping by to get her flu shot. It won't take long. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." He retreated to the first exam room and closed the door behind him. I sat down at the base of the bed and began to wait. In a few moments, I heard another patient enter the room next door and I could hear the murmur of their conversation. A few minutes later I could hear Mrs. Shaw departing. After a few more minutes, Dr. K came back into the bedroom. "Good news!" he said. "You're completely healthy. Your HIV test was negative. I hope you're not disappointed?" I was a bit confused. "What did you say?" He smiled back at me. "Oh, nothing...let's finish up the exam. You seemed a little unsure about your sexuality. You know...your preferences and needs. So, let's find out!" With that, he reached out and placed his palm against my chest as I sat there at the end of the bed. He pushed firmly, causing me to lie back on the bed cover. "I want to check your responses," he said as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When he was finished, the shirt fell open, exposing my chest and stomach. Without any warning, he reached out with both hands and used his fingers to firmly grasp my nipples. As he gave them a short but sharp twist, I moaned involuntarily, "Uhnh!" and my mouth remained open in an O-shape. My body reacted strangely in other ways as well. My back arched, pushing my chest towards the doctor's hands. Also, my knees jerked, pulling apart and upward towards my chest a bit. Dr. K stepped smoothly into the gap between my legs, thereby preventing them from closing. Dr. K's smile got bigger. "Well, well! That's interesting." He twisted the flesh trapped between his fingers once again and said, "When I apply pressure HERE, look what happens. Your legs spread apart and your mouth opens wide." And that's just what happened. As my legs parted, he pressed even closer to me. He leaned forward and placed his right hand on my face. Two fingers aggressively entered my mouth and started exploring. "This is VERY NICE," he said. "Even better than I had hoped for." I could only try to gurgle a response. Dr. K's voice remained kindly but his eyes seemed to harden somewhat as he looked down at me. "Raise your hips, Larry! Come on...haven't got all day! Let's get these off you." With that, I felt his free hand tug on my boxers. They slid off my hips and down my legs, finally brushing past my toes as they fell away to the floor. "There...that's better! You won't be needing them for a while." His fingers continued their rough invasion of my mouth and I felt his other hand cup my balls. He used his thumb to stroke the head of my dick in a circular motion. I response to his ministrations, I could feel my cock begin to lengthen and swell. "Your reflexes have proven exceptional," he announced. "Can you tell that your penis is becoming erect? And your nipples! My Lord,...we've already seen how responsive to stimulation they are." As if to prove the point, his hands descended on my nipples again, his fingers pincering them forcefully. I was helpless as my mouth opened again and my legs twitched further apart. Now, THREE fingers were jammed into my gaping mouth. "We've conclusively established that your sexual responses are HOMOSEXUAL! Now we should discuss your HIV status. I know that you tested negative this time, but it's well known that many gay men secretly regret being negative. For many reasons, every day, men like you choose to become HIV-positive. I imagine that you must have given it thought, haven't you?" With his digits swirling around inside my mouth, only garbled noises came out in response. "That's what I thought," he continued, as if I had somehow agreed with him. "Let's help you decide! Let's say you were gay...which you are. And you were a submissive bottom...which apparently you are. And your status is negative...which it is. And you desperately wanted to be HIV-positive instead." He now looked at me. "Is that right?" "Anngh! Gruhhh! Mmmpph!" He looked at me quizzically. "Does that mean, 'Yes'?" I tried to lurch upright, but his hand on my face kept me pinned to the bed. The doctor nodded, "See! I knew that deep down, you might want that for yourself. The question is...what can we do about it? Hmmm?" He stared at me. His eyes didn't seem very friendly any more. In fact, I felt like the doomed bird transfixed by the serpent's gaze. "Let's figure this out together. Here's a test for you. I just want you to answer honestly. Nobody's judging you here, ok?" Although the alarms in my head hadn't really stopped, I nodded my head. "Good! SO, let's say you come to me seeking my advice about becoming HIV-positive. I might ask you the following: "If you were to be helped in converting to a positive status, would you want to be infected, or 'assisted' if you prefer that word, by one man alone...or would you prefer to be infected by several men at once? Of course...you'd be in a sling for comfort." I was lying on the bed, unable to speak intelligibly and unable to sit up. My shoulders drooped in resignation. Maybe I should just play his game and see what happened. I gently prodded his fingers with my tongue. He got the hint and withdrew them so I could be understood. "I....I....," I whispered. He asked, "What?" As he leaned closer, his fingers gave each nipple a sharp little pinch. I gasped, "one man...ONE MAN!" He squeezed HARDER! "Say it ALL!" he commanded. Utterly under his control, I moaned, "I...I'd want...ONE MAN...one man to INFECT ME!" "I was hoping that's what you'd say. That's all you had to do, Larry...just ask!" I could hear his free hand fumbling with his belt. His other hand left my mouth and I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered followed by the whisper of his pants as he pushed them down. He cupped my balls again and my dick, no longer neglected, stiffened rapidly. Dr. K leaned over and covered my mouth with his. His tongue entered me, controlled me. "You don't have to be afraid, Larry! I'm going to take care of you. We're going to do this the right way, baby. His mouth trailed down my chest and belly. Upon reaching my cock, he engulfed it with his lips and began sucking up and down my shaft. Heavenly! Too quickly, he broke free and brought his face back up to mine. "You know...I've given many guys like you their first fuck...right here on this bed. And I given many guys their first condomless fuck...right here on this bed. In fact, I've given many men...men just like you, Larry... their first POZZING...right here on this bed! Pozzing...that means taking a man that is HIV-negative and introducing the active virus into his system, turning him HIV-positive. It's a privilege to be the one that helped you to understand your need to convert to positive like so many have done before you." He continued,"Nothing could be simpler, more natural and more normal than for two men to share their fluids like this, in order for the negative one to convert. Let me show you. "Open your mouth!" I didn't have a choice because his fingernails scratched across my nipples, making my mouth open. He leaned over me and slowly spit a few long gobs of saliva into my waiting orifice. "Now...Taste it!" I ran my tongue through his spit, letting his juices mingle with mine. "And Swallow it!" he ordered. I meekly complied. "See how natural that was?" I could feel the head of his dick bobbing around, pushing into my ball sac, leaving a trail of gooey precum wherever it touched. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid washing over my belly, running back down over my cock and balls onto the bed. "See, Baby! See how natural that is? How good my piss feels on you? I'm sharing that with you as well." My mind reeled with the thought that, by sharing his fluids, he was merging himself, his very DNA with me. ""The best comes last!" he hissed. His penis zeroed in on my hole. The head, still leaking precum, nudged a bare half inch into me, and stopped. "There!" he whispered. "I'm inside you and I've already left a tiny bit of fluid behind. A little HIV is already growing inside you. Do you want MORE?" All I could do was whimper! "You have to SAY IT!" he said. "YES!...I want more!" With that, he eased in and started up a slow steady pistoning motion. He growled, "You want my HIV? You want me to fuck my HIV into your neg pussy? SAY IT!" All the while his thrusts picked up speed and power. My voice got louder. "YES! Fuck me with your HIV! Make me positive! POZ ME!!" By now, he was banging into me furiously. "I want you to remember that someday....someday when you have AIDS...that it's MY AIDS inside you. I'm the one that infected you, put my virus in you. And YOU...you did what a Poz Bottom was supposed to do...you just SPREAD YOUR LEGS and BEGGED ME FOR IT!" He yelled as he began to blast his viral sperm deep within me. I could almost fell the bug attaching itself to my sensitive rectal walls, starting to grow. Dr. K rolled off of me and stood up. He bent over and gave my ass a loud smack. "I've probably knocked you up. I'm pretty potent because I don't take any HIV medications and my viral levels are always very high. Just to be safe, let's give you an appointment in 3 months so you can come in and get tested. My promise is that I'll keep fucking you until my virus has claimed you.
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Found yet another story on my ancient hard drive, as far as I can tell this was first posted sometime in the late 90's. ======================== Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely na?ve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency?he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit?then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend?s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man?s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth?Gay or Straight?it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie?s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!?or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video?wow! He could make a mint off of that?once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO?Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Demon Dick with some of his poz Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris plunged his poz cock up the unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding the POZ SPOOGE from his first orgasm into the Innocent's Ass. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood. Chris pulled his death dick out and looked at the bleeding hole was pleasure. The once pure ass had been utterly defied, now it was time to corrupt what was left! Chris slipped it into overdrive as he felt his Diseased balls start to boil, his muscled body slamming harder and faster into the helpless and once innocent ass until finally he felt his balls draw up for another orgasm. He yelled out a thanks to his Master as he started shooting wave after wave of toxic demon cum into his newest slave. Fourteen enormous loads of poz spunk flooded the boy's ass, and Doug could feel every hot spurt. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah?like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in converting the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.
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16:00 Wednesday: As I left for work ,I said the typical "love you bye" to my girlfriend and was out the door, work backpack on my shoulder. I wasn't going to work that night. "48mins to the airport" I said to myself as I checked the traffic and pulled away. Running the time in my mind, "48mins to the airport, park and fly will take about 7-12mins, security will take 15 or less, which leaves me less than 30mins prior to boarding." Perfect. I think of myself as a professional traveling dump. I have perfected the art of taking secret trips to collect loads from any willing top. The flight was typical and uneventful. I tried not to consume much on the flight snack wise. Checking my phone just before landing- "I can get to the rental car center in less then 30mins depending on the tram." As I briskly walk through the concourse, I observe the fellow travelers and guessed where they were going. Check out a few attractive late 20's women in some ass hugging leggings. Then realized I was in town to offer my ass to literally any cock tonight. Upon arrival at the rental car center, I noticed there was a line at the counter. I dig my rental car form from my bag and keep walking briskly "fuck that shit" I thought to myself as I approach the doors to the rental cars. I arrive at one of three hotels I utilize for my cum travels. The room was good enough. Literally didn't matter since tonight I was going to be in a sweaty leather sling taking loads in a few hours. I close the curtains. One the bed I spread out my equipment: one high quality silicone enema kit, lubes, anti-diarrhea medication, anti-fart meds, gloves, quality poppers, a padlock, jock, and shower flip-flops... I don't use condoms, but I will protect my feet from floor funk. Time to clean out my ass pussy I quietly said to myself. Days prior I had been taking fiber pills along with a deep colon cleanse. I have to know my ass is super clean or I won't feel confident enough to be a butt slut. I take the enema equipment off the bed and prepare a warm solution with a tiny tiny bit of salt. On the floor, I setup towels rest on while I receive the solution in my ass pussy. I check for places to hang the bag, lube the tip, and assume to position on the floor. Ugh the worst part of being a total bottom... To be continued...
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my first post got over 60 views bt only one reply. tryna do bttr tgis time. I'm 32yrswhite 220lbs good mouth nice phat round ass cute face hairy body and discrete. looking for hiv and aids tops to fuck your raw charged up loads into me. I want it bad. fuckin give me that hiv. I will beg u for it. Here is my digits 480-228-1501 If ur serious about meeting hmu by txt.
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I had been horny all week not able to get out and play with any of my regular fuck buddies my hole was hungry. I was idly cruising squirt waiting to see if one of my regular fuck buds showed up, no luck. I was about to give up and log off when a chat request popped up. I didn't recognise the user name, but the pic looked intriguing, and older daddy type in reasonable shape. "Hey you looking to play?" Indeed I was, the horniness was driving at this point, "Yeah mate, you can host?". A few seconds passed before the response "Yeah, here's my address be here in half an hour" And with that I quickly put on my come fuck me out fit, a tight jock strap, tight little white footy shorts and a dark singlet. I jumped in the car and drove over, with that nervous mix of anticipation and excitement, my hole twitching at the thought of some hot cock. I arrived at a fairly average house on a quiet street, no activity nearby, I realised all of sudden how late it had gotten, had to be close to midnight. Not that i cared, there was a slight chill in the air and I could hear some music coming from inside the house as I approached the door. I knocked, and heard some activity inside. The door opened to the guy from the pics he looked even better in person, he was wearing nothing but a towel and a smile "Hey mate come on in", I slipped passed and felt him admiring my tight arse in my shorts. I was in the living room, a big screen TV was playing a bareback porno, a guy on screen was getting it good and deep. This made my cock start to stir and strain against my jock, in the middle of the room between the lounge and the tv was a massage table. As I was taking this in my host had closed the door and dropped his towel. "I thought you might like a massage to help you relax". I was admiring his cock, had to be 8 inches and was only half hard at best. "That would be awesome mate", I replied and started to shed my clothes, I didn't need much encouragement at this point, and my cock was becoming uncomfortable in my jock. As I bent over to drop my shorts, he came up behind me cupping one of my cheeks in his hand, a finger ever so slightly working towards my hole. "Very nice mate" "Thanks" I don't get too many complaints I cheekily replied, "Bet you don't, if you don't mind I'm gonna give that some special attention when you're on the table, I have a special oil that will get you nice and slippery". As I got onto the table and positioned my head on the cut out, I said "Sounds good mate, been a while so I'll be a little tight". As I positioned my self I heard him getting his equipment together, then at the massage table head opening a cup with a straw appeared, "Gotta keep your fluids up mate" I took a big sip without even asking what it was, it was water but there was something else I didn't recognise. As I finished the contents of the cup I started to feel very relaxed and warm, I'd never done anything stronger than vodka and at first thought maybe there had been some in the drink. Then I felt his hands spreading warm oil all over my back, and as promised extra attention on my arse. He was kneading and spreading my meaty cheeks and I felt extra oil dripping on my hole. I was really enjoying the attention, and my cock was harder than it had ever been, a pool of pre cum between my stomach and the table. Then I felt something I will always remember, a sharp pain in my arse "Hey whats that", "Don't worry mate, just the special oil it burns at first but soon you won't notice it". He kept working a finger in and out of my hole running it all around the rim, and he was right the burning started to subside and it was replaced with a warm feeling and then a hunger, my hole started to open up and I then I heard this low guttural moaning, I thought it was the porn movie, but no it was me I was moaning for more. I felt him press more of his "special oil" into my hole, and this time he had two maybe three fingers inside me, I couldn't really tell but the other thing that was happening was I was raising my arse up to meet the strokes of his fingers. "Oh yeah I think this cunts ready for some cock", all I would do was moan in agreement "mmmhhhhh" "You gonna take my charged load in your cunt mate?", his charged load? what was he talking about?, all I wanted was his cock inside my hole right now! He was now on top of me, rubbing his cock against the opening of my cunt, teasing my hungry hole. "Your profile says you only play safe, but you don't want that tonight do you". He was right but at this moment all I wanted was cock raw and deep in me "I don't care fucking put it in me" I managed to slur out, "I can fuck you raw?", "yeah mate, fucking breed my hole I want your load" - I'd seen enough bareback porn to know the lingo. That was all he needed to hear, in one swift movement he positioned the head of his cock at my hole and buried it balls deep inside me, normally that would have hurt like hell, but instead I felt I finally had I what I needed, a big fat cock inside me. He started to pump me and all I wanted was this cock inside me forever. It felt amazing, sliding so effortlessly in and out coating my insides in pre cum. He pulled out without warning, "Hey", He slapped my arse hard, "Don't worry mate, we just need to relocate" He helped guide me off the table into a room at the back of the house, inside it was lit by only a soft blue glow, the walls lined with mirrors, and on one wall a tv showing an angle on the sling in the middle of the room, he helped put me into it and strapped my wrists and arms in place, then he disappeared for a moment I admired the view of my open arse in the mirrors it felt so empty and I could watch it pulsing hungry for cock. After what seemed like an eternity he reentered the room holding a needle and a rubber strap, "This is gonna make you feel even better mate", in my already partially chemmed up state, from the "special oil" I wasn't able to fight back, especially strapped into the sling, as he swabbed a vein on my arm, and applied the strap I mumbled some half hearted objection "nah mate I don't do needles". "It's okay mate, this will be worth it", and then he stuck the needle in my arm, a little blood appeared and then he depressed the plunger, I felt a slight warming in my arm, then he released the strap and I felt it hit me almost immediately, a head rush and several sharp coughs, then all I wanted was cock, as much cock as I could get. "How you feel mate", "Fuck me, give me that fucking cock" He smiled positioned himself at my arse and slid inside me, it felt more awesome than before even, he started working into me hard and fast. The sling swinging me in rhythm with his thrusts getting me impaled longer and deeper. And then he started "You gonna take my charged load boy, you gonna take Daddy's toxic seed in your cunt?!" "Yes fucking breed me, give me that load, I want that fucking load". And then I felt it the warm rush of toxic cum bathing my insides, he pulled out and shoved a butt plug inside me to hold the cum, didn't want to waste any. I was still horny, and wanted more, little did I know I would get it and then some. More to come....
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