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(This is the 1st story I've written I hope you enjoy.) I was 19 and finally out of the small town I grew up in and just moved in with my boyfriend with whom I had recently lost my virginity. At 38 years old and 150 pounds, he was much older, as well as somewhat heavier. Oh, and his cock was very thick and 6.5" long. In contrast I was a 19 years old, tall, thin twink with a 7.5" cock and very tight, hairy ass. We fucked alot, always bareback, but always the same position: I was on my stomach and he would plow my tight little ass for about five minutes and dump his load in me. That was his normal routine when it came to sex. He wasn't very open minded about trying anything other than our normal position, let alone anything kinky. I was young horny and curious about everything so I started exploring on my own. First I went out and got some piercings. My boyfriend was a little wierded out when I got my nipples pierced and not happy at all when I pierced my cock - not that it mattered, because he would never let me top. Since my boyfriend was such a prude, I took matters into my own hands to explore my sexual desires. While he was away on a business trip, I discovered some online chat rooms. The internet was still very new back then. I started chatting with guys about various fantasies and desires and discovered I was really turned on by things like rimming, watersports, and fisting, so I started hooking up with guys anytime my boyfriend was out of town. I always fucked and got fucked raw, and I also tried out some of my kinky fantasies and loved them, but there was one thing that slowly started to turn me on over time, namely the thought that one of the guys I've played with could poz me. I knew the risk of having my ass filled with cum, but it still made my cock rock hard anytime I would speculate if the guy who had just loaded my hole was poz. I started looking for poz men in the chatrooms and I found a hot older man, Mike, who was 160 pounds of poz muscle with a hot six inch pierced cock and lots of tattoos. He had no hangups with fucking a young little negative boy like me. He was the perfect man with whom to start my bug chasing journey. The first time was so hot. I showed up at Mike's apartment and my cock immediately got a raging hard on when I saw him. He answered the door wearing only an old cum and piss stained jockstrap. He was much hotter than his pics. There wasn't really any small talk. He just led me downstairs towards his bedroom. By the time we reached his room, all my clothing had already been ripped off. We we kissing and licking every part of each other's body. His arm pits were amazingly sweetest tasting and were deodorant free. I love a man who smells and tastes like a man. I rimmed him and then he rimmed me, lubing my young fuckhole very well with his spit. He lifted my legs in the air, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked "Do you really want my poz cock and load in you?" I replied "Yes! Fuck me and give me your poz seed!" With that, Mike, slid his raw, pierced, and poz cock up my hole in one stroke using only his spit for lube. I had never been fucked by a pierced cock before and both his cock and the ring felt great, rubbing against the walls of my ass. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, telling me "Take my dirty pierced cock!" and "I'm gonna deposit my toxic load deep inside of your sweet negative ass!" and "I will be a part of you forever!" I loved it! I was in absolute heaven. He fucked me for at least an hour. Yelling nasty depraved comments the entire time. I could tell he was getting close as he was fucking me harder and faster. Then he yelled "Take my poz cum!" At that moment he shoved himself as deeply into my ass as possible. I could feel his cock spasming, flooding my ass with his poz cum. Mike gave me a long, passionate, spit-filled kiss. He lay on top of me with his cock still in me for a few minutes untill he slid out. It was an amazing fuck that just turned me into more of a bug chaser. I went back online and searched for more poz cock every time my boyfriend was out of town. I also would go to the local bath house and take all loads offered. I turned into a total poz cum slut. As time progressed I started arranging hook-ups with poz guys even while my boyfriend was in town. I would go get my ass pumped full of poz jizz and come home to him. I don't know if he knew I was out being a cum slut or not. Years went by without getting tested. I must have taken at least a thousand loads from hundreds of men. I just kept hunting out nasty poz cum untill I was at the doctor for a routine exam and he realized I was gay and then asked if I wanted an HIV test. I got the test done and a week later got a call to come back in. The doctor informed me I was poz and immediately started me on meds. My relationship ended with the boyfriend, which didn't really bother me since he was so conservative and vanilla. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride of my life: becoming the poz slut I was meant to be. -
PARK CRUISE PART 1 My divorce became final; then, I closed on my new condo. Of course, it was stocked with bits and pieces of furniture I had gathered together from an assortment of thrift stores and second hand shops. I didn’t care though. I had my freedom now. No longer was I going to deny my sexual awareness and lust for men. Of course, my lust being tempered by the "gay cancer" that was running rampant through the country. Here I am thirty-six years old abandoning a fifteen-year marriage and setting out fresh in a new life. Yes, I had a huge amount of empathy for my ex. She just couldn’t understand how I couldn’t have known I was gay: That was her problem now to contemplate. I had moved into my condo on Halloween. What a memory that makes. I searched the neighbourhood and found most of the places where I would shop and do business. I commenced to becoming a regular around the neighbourhood and started the hand waving, head bobbing, and just smiling that one does to those who are seen frequently. None of these people knew about my new quest in life which was to find men and have them fuck my mouth and ass. Even now with my new life I on occasion let the memory of what precipitated my divorce flood into my brain. Len, my ex-wife’s younger brother, had promised to take care of me during the bachelor party for their sister. Len took care of me for sure. Len was ten years younger than I. He stood eye to eye with me meaning he was 6 feet 3 inches tall, also. Len weighed 190 pounds to my 170. His dark brown eyes always sparkled with mischief as did my green eyes. His dark brown hair contrasted with my Irish red hair. And, that dark brown hair was everywhere on his body. My blondish red hair covered my body as well but it just didn’t make its presence known as well. Len’s body hair was massive and thick as it covered his body. I was always amazed at how much hair he had and which he loved. Many times, he was told to shave but he always good naturedly would laugh and say he would catch a cold if he did that. I loved to see him during the summer months when he wore very little. I just didn’t realize why I loved seeing him. And, that’s a good thing, too, I suppose. Well, Len and I went off to the bachelor party. It was held at a hotel that Len had arranged. The festivities went well. At one in the morning, Len and I saw the last of the revellers to their hotel rooms and went to our room. Upon entering, we found one bed and not the two that had been ordered. Len said let’s not get upset and just straighten the situation out when we woke up. That sounded reasonable to me at the moment. The two of us began taking off our clothes. I admit that I stole a couple of furtive looks at Len. I saw his muscles flex and move as required to take off his clothes. I envied Len his handsome looks and all that dark brown hair that covered his body. We both finished at the same time. We each stood on opposite sides of the bed. Len grinned at me, lifted up the covers, and slid into bed. I stood for just a moment and did the same. I had hesitated getting into bed as I was in somewhat of a shock at what I had seen. Len was wearing a white Bike jockstrap for underwear. The contrast of that white jock that ran through his dark brown hair was stunning. The huge bulge that I saw in the pouch was almost unnerving. I had not really thought about Len’s cock but had at some time decided that he had a nice cock but that was without any empirical evidence. We lay there in stillness and silence and let sleep creep into us. My last thoughts were of my wife. I seemed to focus on her. As I dreamily thought of her, I began to get aroused noting that my 8-inch cut cock began to grow. I smiled. If I had been home with her, no doubt she would have found herself impaled on my cock as I rode her to completion. But, that night, there would be no such riding. At least not the riding that I was used to. Sometime after we had gone to bed, I lazily realized that I was in that state of awareness yet not awake. I was on my left side. I felt a presence behind me pressing up against me. I gently moved backwards spooning my body into this other body. I then felt a hand grasping my cock which was obviously hard. This hand began to move very gently up and down my cock. I whispered a moan. Then, I felt kisses on the back of my neck as my cock was manipulated a little faster. I inhaled a slight breath of air. I then awoke totally. I felt my neck being kissed but by someone with a stubble. My back pressed against a hairy flat chest as the hair pressed into my skin tickling me. The hand jacking my cock was big. LEN! It was Len who was pressed into my back, kissing me, and jacking my cock. Then, I felt a big pressure against my butt. Len’s cock was hard. "Len," I whispered. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," he hushed me. I lay there feeling the kisses continue as Len continued jacking my hard cock. He attempted to move closer grinding his restrained cock into my butt cheeks as he did so. "Len," I whispered again, "you need to stop." "Shhhhhhhhhhhh," he hushed me again then said, "I’ve waited a long time for this . . . and so have you. All you have to do is take your hand, put it on mine, and remove my hand from your cock. If you do that, I’ll stop." I lay there as Len continued to kiss the back of my neck and now began licking it. His hand felt so good as he massaged my cock. I continued to feel Len touching me with his lips, tongue, and hand. My eyes rolled upwards shortly thereafter, and I knew I would not remove Len’s hand. PART 2 In short time, I was soon moaning quietly as Len continued to arouse me. I caught myself trembling as Len touched me. I pushed backwards into his body and began to reach behind me touching Len. I was conflicted on many levels: brother in-law; another man; arousal at a man’s touch; betrayal of my wife. I thought of these and more but waved them aside and pulled Len closer to me. Len’s hand left my cock. I felt him fumbling between us. I at last realized he was releasing his cock from his jockstrap. His cock was wet from pre-cum. Len maneuvered his cock between us so that the shaft settled into the crack of my butt cheeks. He pressed hard and moaned deeply as he did so. The feeling was unreal . . . but welcomed. Instinctively, I pushed my butt backwards toward Len’s cock. I had no fight or argument now. I was a willing participant. Len stepped up the attention and foreplay. His hand was everywhere on my body. He caressed my stomach, touched my nipples, stroked my face, traced my torso from my underarm to my hip, and finally began to pinch and squeeze my nipples before returning to once more begin jacking my fully erect and leaking cock. I now had a light glaze of sweat covering my body as my libido grew in its intensity. Len no doubt sensed my abandonment of trying to stop him and increased his kissing and licking as well as his hand wandering all over my body raising my sensitivity level ever higher. He also increased his pressing his girthy wet cock into my butt cheeks which I now wanted to feel more of making me to push backwards. "I’m going to fuck you, Jack. I’m going to fuck your ass so good and fill it with my thick cum load," Len whispered in my ear as he continued to kiss and lick my neck. "You want me to fuck you. Jack, tell me you want me to fuck you and fill your ass with my cum." I heard the words. I recognized every one of the words. I knew the definition of each word. Yet, in my state of mind and arousal, I couldn’t swear that I even knew English as a language let alone understand what a message spoken in English meant while I was in the midst of such an unknown and totally foreign activity as I was. My mind focused on how my body and psyche were feeling at Len’s touch. "Jack, I’m going to fuck you and fill your ass with a big load of my cum. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you and fill your ass," Len said almost in a menacingly tone as his hands inflicted sharp but brief points of emphasis by pinching me in several places. My brain gathered its reasoning power and processed the words I had heard. There was no hesitancy on my part when I said, "Yes, Len. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Fill my ass with your cum load and fuck me some more. Don’t stop fucking me. And, don’t let me stop you." Len grabbed my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard as he bit my neck. It hurt like crazy, yet, I restrained myself from yelling. It was a mating ritual I accepted. Len released me, tossed back the covers raised up off the bed and ripped off his white jock. I stood by the bed and rid myself of my boxers. The two of us looked at each other in the dimmest of light that came in the room from around the curtain. We both were breathing heavily. Len lowered himself back onto the bed resting on his back. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him as if I had been doing so for years. Somehow, I instinctively sat astride his hips as I moved his cock up from his body and let it rest on my backside. My mind began screaming as I had now touched his cock and knew how massive it felt. I had no clue how my ass could ever take his cock but take it I had to now. I leaned forward cupping my hands behind Len’s neck. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Our tongues met and twirled around each other as we began our quest for completion. Len’s hands roamed all over my body once more sending shivers throughout me. At long last, I felt Len’s hand attempt to reach his cock. I stopped kissing him and pulled myself slightly upright as I moved my hand to my mouth. I dropped a great deal of spit on my fingertips which I moved to my ass wetting it as best as I could. Len’s cock was taut from being so strained from arousal. Once more I doubted that I would be able to take his cock in my ass. I felt his cock in my hand and moved myself and his cock until at last I felt the sticky pre-cum coated head touching my hole. I held his cock firmly as I moved about adjusting myself. When I thought I was on target, I gritted my teeth and gave a quick backwards jerk of my ass. POP! To say that I needed to scream and almost passed out is so very much an understatement. Immediately, I tried to move upwards to pull Len’s cock’s head out of my ass, but he had other plans. Len knew what would happen and was prepared to stop me. I was aware of his legs raising up so that his feet were planted on the mattress. At the same time that I was trying to pull off his cock, my hands went to my mouth covering it to stifle the scream I was attempting. This left Len with the leverage he needed. Len grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me downward onto his blood-engorged mighty phallus of his manhood. The searing and burning pain raced through my body with each additional downward jerk as more and more Len impaled me onto his weapon of ass destruction. The pain was the worst I had ever felt, yet, I began to steel myself to accept it and soon did so. I was weak by the time I accepted the mighty invasion of my ass. I was covered in sweat from agony. My hands slid away from my mouth and came to rest on Len’s chest as I leaned forward slightly over him. My ass was screaming and on fire. The fire I felt was burning away all that I had denied until now. My eyes were closed as I envisioned myself and re-lived what I had just experienced and tried to focus on what was about to happen. Len decided to get my attention and did so by flexing his cock that was so adeptly planted in my now willing ass. My head jerked upright, and I gurgled a scream. Len’s commanding hands kept me impaled firmly on his blockbuster whopper. I thrashed about in excruciating pain as pitiful moans and whimpers escaped my lips. My mind was racing at what I was doing yet I could not stop. I didn’t know why but I had to experience this wherever it led. PART 3 Len began softly and soothingly to talk to me. I heard his words of encouragement as the pain in my ass abated and the burning flickered lower. My head turned to face Len with conflicted eyes still reflecting the pain I had felt. I could just see his face. He was smiling as he now lessened his vise-like grip on my waist. "See? It’s not that bad now. It’s going to get a lot better, and you’re going to beg me for more," Len whispered as he rubbed my thighs. Each time that he flexed his cock I winced and shook. "I’ve waited a long time for this. All you have to do now is to ride my cock and learn how much you love being fucked by me. And, when I blow my load in your ass, you’re going to have your mind blown away when you realize how much you love that feeling. You’re going to want more—lot’s more. Come on brother in-law; get your ass moving up and down on that big 9 inches of cock of mine. I want to hear that first moan that you make and know you are hooked on my big cock, and I can fuck you any time I want." What the hell was happening to me? How did I get harpooned with Len’s cock? Why wasn’t I pulling myself up off his turgid cock? Why wasn’t I punching Len? Why had I stifled my screams when my ass was slammed down onto Len’s cock? Why wasn’t I protesting and stopping this? Why had I not fought harder to get away? These questions raced through my mind as I looked down at Len whom I could see from only the small amount of light coming in from around the drapery. Some strength had returned to me as I had sat listening to Len and pondering my questions. I reached my hands out, and Len took them. I looked at him and then looked down at my own cock in the dim light. It struck me odd that despite being skewered onto a man’s cock my own cock was straining with lust and excitement. My eyes returned to gaze at Len. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to raise my ass upwards allowing Len’s gargantuan cock to slide out of my ass in small jerks. Shots of pain returned. Our hands grasped together tightly as an audible gasp escaped my lips. I rose up about 3 or 4 inches before beginning to slide down on Len’s cock again. I was gasping for air by the time I had re-taken all of his cock in my ass. My entire body shook at the sensation. "Yeah, BJ, that’s the way to do it!" Len excitedly whispered. "Get that ass up higher on my cock this time. I’ll let you know when to start back down. I won’t let you pull off. Just a couple of more full-length strokes and you’ll be a pro at it!" Again, I raised my body up off Len. This time was a smoother trip. As the head of Len’s cock neared my sphincter, Len told me to stop and slide back down onto his cock. I was panting now as a light coating of sweat had broken out all over my body. I eased myself back down onto Len’s rigid manhood. My heart was pounding in my ears with my excitement. Three, four, five, six times more I raised myself up and lowered myself down spearing my ass with his bloated fat cock. As I lowered myself the sixth time, my brain was swimming in ecstatic sensation of desire. I heard myself moan as each of his nine inches entered me. Len heard my moans also. PART 4 Len whispered to me, "Good boy. Now start bouncing harder and faster. Make it feel even better." I started to pick up the pace. Up and down I rode his hard rod of steel. He impaled me so deep and I felt so full. His rigid tool was starting to really feel good as my ass opened more and more to his cock. My prostate was being rubbed harder and harder and I was moaning in exstacy now. My own cock was harder than I think it had ever been. I could not fathom the pleasure I was receiving. Len was moaning his pleasure now also. I could literally feel him getting harder and harder now. He was telling me, "take it Jack. Feel how good it is. I just knew you would love this. I'm getting closer to filling your ass full of my hot cum." I did my best to increase my speed even more, rising and falling down. Impaling my ass as deep as possible. I wanted every inch of that pole in me as far as possible. Len was now thrusting up as I came down on him, too, impaling me deep. His hands then grabbed me and another few hard strokes and he jammed upwards as I came down in one final smashing blow and I felt his cock expand and start to throb in me. I could feel his hot cum filling me up and heating my insides and then I erupted also, spewing my cum all over his chest. He ground into me and then rolled us over onto our sides, holding me close and keeping his still throbbing cock in me. We laid there in a pool of our sweat for what seemed like hours, but was really only about 10 minutes and then his cock slowly slid out of me as he went limp. My mind was completely befuddled by what had happened. Then we both fell asleep in each others arms. PART 5 Several hours later I woke up, the sun shining outside, and my ass on fire. As I came around more, I felt the movement and Len was again in me and slowly fucking me. As I turned my head to look at him, he smiled and said, "It's about time you woke up. I have been in you for almost a half hour now and I am about ready to burst another load deep in your sweet ass, but I wanted to see your expression as you got another load of my hot cum in you." He then picked up his pace, faster and harder, and I found myself moaning with pleasure. I told him, "Go, go, pound my hole. Fill me up. I want to feel you erupt in me again." He told me to get ready, "Here it comes." Len pounde my hole really hard about 4 more thrusts and then I felt his cock expand and start to throb as he spilled his hot cum deep inside my sheath and then my own cock erupted again. Both of our bodies shook with the force of our ejaculations and then we lay in each others arms, kissing and caressing our bodies while we came down from our sexual high.
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First let me say I am sorry for typos. I am writing this after everything happened. I am a 28 year old guy living in downtown Minneapolis. I am fairly decent looking, 6'ft brn hair and brn eyes, and a slim build. Think collegiate swimmer a couple years after graduation and that is my body type, not super muscular but not super fit anymore either. I don't know how to exactly start this story as it's still a blur to me but I think I'll start from where I think it all went wrong. I started catfishing in college, I found this guys photos online on reddit. He was a 10 out of 10, absolutely jacked and everything about him perfect. So I started to create an online persona with him. I called him johnny and he would live out my darkest fantasies. I would use a geospoofer and put him in new York or weho and made his user name something like "taking loads" it was hot I would make up a whole new life every new place he went. From being a trust fund kid, to a traveling salesman, he had the life all while taking loads. I also had my own actual profile that didn't get as many hits but was still fairly popular. I never thought anyone would collect the dots until I was catfishing in my home town. On my fake profile I had always had a conversation with this one guy who had a shit load of tattoos and I never saw his face but was always intriguing to me. He indulged my fantasies of being gangbanged, and having loads flooding out of my hole. One day he messaged me on my actual profile too. The conversation started off pretty normal. Him: hey man what's up Me: nm just staying inside and avoiding the cold lol. What about you? Him: about the same just chatting up some guys in the area This went on for about a week, messaging him both on my real and fake account. On my fake account I divulged how I wanted to always be flooded with cum, have no choice in what I was able to do and to be a true faggot. He always encouraged this and would set me tasks to do on my "travels." Things like collect ten loads before noon, go to a bathhouse and rent a room and be ass up for 2 hours, and so on. Finally he said he wanted to meet me (fake me) next time I was in town a d I agreed. Meanwhile he did the same to the real me but with out the slutty stuff. We talked about our interests in movies, food and so on. Little did I realize he was tracking my movements on my real account too.
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Any tops / vers top for some BB action in Edinburgh or near ?
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For my 18th birthday my parents gave me a trip to San Francisco to visit my older brother. It would be a low-cost trip with frequent flyer miles and my brother’s car providing transportation and his couch providing lodging. Perhaps being a good student and respectful son was its own reward. I was psyched! I was also gay and still in the closet…and still negative. My experiences were limited to a few oral explorations with a buzzed buddy and I was dying to do more! The other issue was I was still in high school and that rather limited my options. My spring break birthday trip was going to get me laid I decided. Being from the suburbs of a Midwestern town, going to San Francisco seemed like going to gay Mecca! As it turned out, my pozzing took place the first day of my 4 day trip. My brother Matt picked me up at SFO at 10:30 am on Thursday. He drove me back to his apartment near the Tenderloin and we had a birthday lunch before he went back to work. I was on my own to explore the city so naturally I hopped on the historic “F” line to the Castro. My youth and 5’-10” frame, slim build and short brown hair seemed to catch a few eyes. I am certain that I looked like a tourist with my gawking at the stores and the men, as well. I literally ran into a man who was exiting the Walgreen’s! I immediately apologized and was very flustered before I caught a glimpse of him. Holy Fuck! A muscle daddy!!! “In a hurry to pick someone up?” he laughed. This put me at ease and I introduced myself. “Pleased to meet you, Timmy! My name is John and I am just about to meet my partner Max for coffee—care to join us?” “Heck yes” was my reply. We sat outside sipping our lattes and discussed my birthday trip and which things a tourist should see and do before the conversation turned to sex by way of me asking about their relationship. These bearded, hairy men were in their 40’s, had been together 8 years and were actively involved with the leather scene. I felt so at ease with them that I talked all about my sexual interests and my desire to lose my virginity in San Francisco. Since my brother’s place was out, they suggested bathhouse options although that seemed a bit too anonymous and intimidating to me. Max suggested that I find some leather daddies who could host and John said that was a wonderful idea! I blushed and stammered a bit. John put his hand over mine and said that it would be their honor to take my virginity as I looked him in the eyes. Max touched my arm and said they could teach me many things and I would be free to explore in a safe environment. How could I say no? Their rather nondescript but clean home was only a 10 minute drive from the Castro. Max took me by the hand after they both had kissed me long and deep and lead me to their bathroom. He took out an odd torpedo shaped tube from under the sink and explained that being cleaned out was important so I could be relaxed and confident about getting fucked. He wiped it down with a bleachy cloth and then rinsed it well explaining the importance of keeping sex toy and sex objects disinfected. I appreciated his knowledge on the subject. When I was squeaky clean, I joined them in their bedroom. They made a point of having me undress each one carefully. I was taught to carefully fold their clothes and show the proper respect by kneeling when removing their boots and socks—followed by kissing their feet, of course! I loved it. They were both daddy-like to my young eyes. John was the bigger and beefier of the two—about 220, 6’-2”, hairy and a large uncut dick. Max was closer to my height at 5’-11”, 195, hairy and a smaller cut dick—but still quite nice. I said they both had nice trouser snakes and they both laughed. John said that I was very observant but perhaps I should look at their biceps. John had what looked like a hooded cobra snake tattoo while Max had another type—a viper I was told. The tattoos were fucking hot! Max said the snakes were their dick nicknames and both snakes liked to inject venom just like their dicks. HOT!! Max said before we start, we should talk about safer sex. He asked what I knew about it and what my comfort levels were. I told him that I knew one should wrap it before fucking. Max gave a little speech about risk. “Life is all about risk just as much as sex. Whether one wears a motorcycle helmet or not is much like whether one wore a rubber—it was a matter of personal responsibility. The only 100% safe sex was masturbation by one’s self and from there it was a sliding scale. For example, you can get crabs from hugging a guy naked. You could wrap it up for oral, although most don’t and it isn’t high risk for HIV assuming good oral health and a man doesn’t cum in your mouth. Two negative men can fuck without rubbers all day long and not transmit HIV, but one needs to be certain of one’s status and the other man’s as well—keeping in mind that there is a window between exposure and testing positive.” Max went on a bit more and then asked if I had any questions. I asked who was going to fuck me first. The guys laughed again and John said with a wink that they had played rock-paper-scissors to decide. Max laughed again and said his viper was smaller that John’s cobra so he would do the honors. I was ready! John lay on his back and told me to climb on top chest to chest. His powerful arms surrounded me, holding me, stroking my skin, tussling my hair while he kissed me deep. Max got behind me and started to probe my ass with his very talented tongue. I groaned into John’s mouth. “He has a magic tongue, doesn’t he? John asked. “You are going to love his viper!” All three of us had foreplay over the next 30 minutes. Both of my daddies seemed to want to learn what made me tick and what I responded to. I managed to deep throat Max, but John was a bit more than I could handle. Worshipping his foreskin was new to me and I loved sticking my tongue under his hood and lick up his free flowing precum. When Max had me opened up with his slick fingers it was time to give my cherry to him—I was so ready! Max suggested a spooning position or doggy so I would be able to control it a bit easier. He wrapped up and I got on all 4’s. This allowed me to suck on John who was kneeling at the front of the bed facing my deflowering. It also gave easy access to my nipples and I found that I loved having them worked on. By pushing out while Max pushed in, I was able to get his head in—barely! Despite his best efforts Max was losing his boner. “I need a break” Max sighed. I thought I had done something wrong but when I looked up at John he shook his head and said “we fuck each other bareback and we are so used to it that condoms can be a major headache for us.” Max was jacking his dick next to my hole and it was making this hot smacking sound. John was milking my nipples while Max was nudging against me. John asked “How about Max just slide in a bit so you know how it feels? He won’t shoot in you without your permission.” I wasn’t saying anything but I was super turned on. “Suck me while Max slides his viper in” John urged. “Mmmm-k” I said and the first dick of my life slowly inched its way inside me. I just worked on John’s foreskin while Max filled me up. I was too focused on my ass to do more with John right then. Max had done a good job of stretching me with his fingers so it didn’t hurt too badly. Mostly I felt full. I could feel that Max was in as far as he could go—his nuts felt heavy against my skin. “Fuck you guys look good!” John exclaimed. “Pull out a little so I can see your viper.” Max pulled back but soon pushed back in. The process repeated itself—Max wasn’t just sliding in to let me know what it felt like—he was fucking me! John was still facing me, dick in my mouth and kneeling so he could see my breeding and kiss his partner. “Fuck our boy, Max” John commanded. “That’s it! Give him what he came for. Make your viper angry so it spits!” Max built up the tempo and I just rode the feeling and let him have his way with me. John’s hot talk made it even better. “Fuck is he tight and griping me …shit, his hole is milking me” Max groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.” John pulled out of my mouth and scootched down to deep kiss me. “Timmy, I want to see you take Max—take it all from him. You are so sexy! It would make me so happy to have Max share his seed with you.” John started twisting my nipples in time with the fucking. “That viper wants to spit—deep in you. Tell Max what you want. Do this for us!” I was moaning really loud and wasn’t thinking about the safe sex lecture—I was thinking about the sensations and pleasing Max. “Fuck me, Max!” I begged. “You want my seed? You want my viper to inject its venom inside you?” Max asked. I just moaned and then said “do it.” “Do what?? Max asked again. “Fuck me! Give me your viper’s venom!” I cried. Max grip tightened like a vise and he started rutting for all he was worth. John was back to kneeling and watching my first poz breeding. I could hear them kissing and moaning then Max hissed that he was cumming. “Take my cum! Take my fucking venom! I am breeding you Timmy! Your ass is mine!” I felt Max ram in as far as he could go and then felt this frantic throbbing and heat within me. I could feel his sweat as he hugged my chest and I held us both up while Max made sure I got all of his DNA injected. "Happy birthday, baby" Max whispered. We remained coupled for a few minutes until Max finally shrunk enough that he slid out of me. “Keep my spunk in you, Timmy. John is going to need it.” Matt explained. Maxed kissed me over and over as he thanked me and praised me for my natural talents and beauty. I lapped it up like a puppy. I then lapped up his dick because he explained that is what a good boy did—it was delicious! Max excused himself for a few minutes and John made his move. “Ready for my cobra, Timmy?” “Fuck, yes!” I agreed most enthusiastically. John wanted to bind ourselves in the missionary position. He got between my legs and hoisted them back lifting my ass off the bed and in position. No discussion about condoms were made, John lined up and pushed. I felt my eyes flutter closed as his thickness spread my hole wider than Max could. I concentrated on the sensation until I felt John bottom out. The look on John’s face was so intense! It was like he was concentrating on a complex riddle and seeing right through me at the same time. His tongue found mine while my legs and arms locked around him. It felt so right! “I am so hot for you, baby. Your ass is so tight and slick with Max’s cum—I am going to add my own to his so that you can be bonded to me.” John murmured. I just groaned and whimpered and gave myself wholeheartedly. Max came in to see his partner join in my infection. John was a masterful top. I didn’t have a gauge to compare his talents except Max’s fuck, but looking back, he was a man’s man. John possessed me. It felt like my whole life had been waiting for this moment—the time that may ass would receive a game changing fuck. I felt enveloped by John’s presence and connected to him in the most instinctive way through his fucking. The feeling was so intense that tears leaked out. I called John’s name and sniffled a bit as I was so lost to him. “Shhhhhhhh. You are ok, baby. You are mine.” John comforted. Max rubbed his hands over us and urged John to breed me. The pace then picked up like a jackhammer. There was no way John could last long, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I begged him to give me his seed. I told him I wanted his cobra’s venom and John obliged. “Here it is, boy! Here is your special birthday gift! I am fucking injecting my venom in you! His eyes glazed over and then shut as he screamed out his pleasure. I held him as tight as I could as he jerked and cried out. John again recapped what he had done, what we had done, and spoke sweet nothings that made me so proud! I held John for the longest time and Max snuggled against the both of us. When John finally popped out of me Max told me to lie on top of him face to face. He kissed me—deep soul sucking kisses that left me dizzy and dripping wet. Max asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. I looked at Max with a quizzical expression and Max just laughed and said “your other virginity!” as he started to position me between his legs. “I took the liberty of getting ready to get fucked while you started with John. Since I am the first man to take your ass, I’d love to be the first man YOU fuck!” Max beamed. John lubed my uncovered dick and smeared some against Max. I fumbled trying to get in but Max was patient and he guided me. It was an incredible sensation—a tightness gripping my head followed by an elastic warmth that sent shivers down my spine, I did my best to follow my mentors’ example and I fucked Max as good as I could. My first fuck didn’t last long, but it was mighty fine! Max seemed to genuinely enjoy my fucking and John was husky as he told me to breed his partner. It was so hot to look down on Max’s hairy body and encouraging face. When Max told me how much he wanted my fresh spunk and kissed me again, I just lost it! Spurt after spurt shot out of me and waves of pleasure made me giddy. I collapsed into Max’s arms. After a rest break, each of us got off one more time. I thanked them both for giving me the birthday present I had really wanted. They both said the pleasure was all theirs. John asked me to hold their seed in me as long as I could so I would be reminded that they were in me now. He also said he hoped losing my virginity had been a positive experience for me and I told them again that I couldn’t thank them enough for what they had done for me. “Our snakes thank you, too” chimed Max. We all laughed at that. They both drove me back to the neighborhood I was staying in and kissed me goodbye. Despite their offer to meet up for coffee again any morning around 10:30, I never did. I got so busy with sightseeing and hanging out with my brother that it just wasn’t doable. I left San Francisco feeling a great deal more sex savvy and ready to spread my oats back in my neck of the woods. I came down with a bad case of the flu a few weeks before graduation but was recovered in time to receive my diploma. At a quick test clinic held by my university the following fall, I learned that my cobra and viper lovers had indeed injected me with venom and I now had a venomous snake of my own!
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I don't know how this happened. I don't know why I decided to meet this guy in a public place; yes, I was sucking his boyfriend's dick for the past three weeks, but I didn't know he was in a relationship. Now I'm sat at the Tim Hortons in my own goddamn school, and this guy could totally out me. Fuck me. He's got this distant look in his eyes, like he feels beyond betrayed. I understand, but at the same time, come on. Assume your boy is gonna cheat on you, but hopefully he has the good sense to wear a condom. His guy did, though I don't think that's too helpful at the moment. "Look Alex, I'm really sorry. I had no idea Ryan was taken." "Whatever slut." Harsh? Maybe. But I am a slut. And I see an opening. "Hey man, if you can't be cool here, maybe you should come over, we'll talk this out alone. Away from all these people?" "Oh, you worried people might find out you're a cock- sucking faggot?" I winced. I hate that word... "Please don't say that." His voice dropped down to a whisper. "So you can suck dicks that don't belong to you, but you don't like it when you get called faggot?" My voice was terse. "I'll explain everything, I promise. Just not here?" Alex relented. "Fine," he spat. "Where are we going?" "Just across the parking lot, I live on campus." "Whatever." We crossed the asphalt quickly; there was a light dusting of snow on the ground. I was already turned on, my heart was racing. I just hoped my roommate wasn't home. I stole a glance at Alex and wondered if he was as turned on as I was. We made our way up to the third floor of my building. I pushed into my apartment, and spoke "Hey dude, you home?" Nothing. There was a note on the dishes; Hey mate, gone to Calgary for the weekend. Figures the dick wouldn't clean up first... I turned to Alex. "So listen, I..." He grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall. "Shut the fuck up, faggot!" "I told you!" I tried to pry his arm loose. "Don't call me that!" "Awe, does it hurt your feelings?" "No!" I gasped. "It's just not very sexy!" Alex loosened his grip a little bit. "What?" I exhaled. "You can call me lots of things, Alex. 'Your bitch', 'whore', my personal favorite 'slut'... Just not faggot. It's not a sexy word. We good?" I had my hand on his cock through his jeans. He was diamond- hard, and jesus did he feel massive. "I don't want to fuck you," he said. "Really? Because I want you to fuck me." "You stole my boyfriend." "Please, I sucked his dick without knowing you existed. Don't blame me because your man can't update a Facebook status. Besides," I paused as I began to undo his belt, "I've been sucking him every day for the last three weeks. Don't you want to know why he kept coming back?" My face was very close to his now. His will to be angry was dissipating fast. "Because you're a whore..." he breathed. My lips brushed across his; there was the tiniest of flinches before he kissed back (though ever so slightly). "Yes," I smiled and licked my lips, and dropping to my knees. "But I'm a good whore." When his cock spring out of his boxers, it nearly gave me a concussion. The thing was eight inches long, and thicker than anything I'd ever had up my back door. "Oh baby," I said, "I'm gonna have fun with you." "Daddy," Alex corrected me. I paused. "What?" "This dick isn't your baby. You're my bitch now, slut, and I'm your daddy. Act accordingly." I was in love. "Oh god yes, daddy, anything you want!" I swallowed as much of his meat as I could, allowing it to fill my mouth and my throat. I began bobbing my head like a good slut, tickling his balls with my free hand. Alex moaned as I took him deep again, and then placed both his hands on the back of my head. I pulled off his cock for just a moment for some air; trails of spit went from my lips to the tip of his dick, and I gasped "Fuck yes daddy, fuck my face!" before I got another mouthful of his dong. He was skull-fucking me like a man possessed, and I was loving every second that I spent gagging on his manhood. After a few minutes of fucking my mouth, he withdrew and shoved me to the ground. "Pants off, bitch!" Gawd it was so fucking hot how demanding he was. "Yes daddy," I replied, in my sluttiest, faggiest, voice possible. "Are you going to shove your big cock up my ass now?" "Abso-fucking-lutely, bitch. Is that what you like?" I paused. "I don't know..." He was on me like a fucking jaguar. His fingers pressed tight around my throat and he pinned me to the ground. I wasn't this hard the first time I got fucked... I needed this stud inside me. "What don't you know? Are you even for a second considering denying me what's mine?" I licked his hand. "All I was going to say is, I don't know if my poor little ass can take all of you if you're wearing a condom, so you should probably just fuck me bareback." Alex's eyes widened, and I could see the hunger in them. I smiled sexily at him, and winked. "Stick that big bare dick in my ass, daddy. Fuck me like the whore I am." I rolled over and presented myself to him. I quickly licked one finger and began diddling my ass, desperate to be filled by that eight-inch monster. Alex knocked my finger away, and I felt his cock head pushing at the entrance to my ass. "Ooohhhhh gaaaawwwwd!" I moaned as he slid into me. He kept pressing forward for what seemed like forever until finally I felt his balls slap against my ass, and he stopped. He stayed still for a moment, letting my body adapt to his invasion. I looked over my shoulder and locked eyes with him. "Breed me," I whispered. Such a fucking whore thing to say. Guys have made love to me before; that didn't happen this day. Alex fucked me like I was his prison bitch, which is exactly what I wanted. I felt shitty for ruining his relationship, the least I could do is let him use me as a cum dumpster until he felt better. It hurt, I can't deny that. He was lubed up with nothing but the spit from my blowjob, but I wanted it to hurt. I deserved it to hurt. Finally, I could feel him tense up. "Cum in me!" I screamed. "FUHHHHHHHHHCK paint my insides white!" He kept slamming into me with his massive tool before he grabbed my hair and pulled my neck back so that his mouth was right next to my ear. "Take it all, faggot. Ryan didn't tell you but we are both Poz. Now take my Poz load !" he whispered, and let me go. I was stunned. I moaned like the bitch I was and the next thing I felt was his cock spasm; he was filling my ass with his sticky white Poz cum. He pulled out quickly and a mess of white fell onto the living room carpet. But before I could comment, he stuck his dick in my face. "Clean me." It wasn't a request. I embraced the taste of my ass as I cleaned this stud's cock. When I was done, he put his pants back on. I still hadn't cum yet. "Feel any better daddy?" "Much." He still wasn't smiling. He turned to leave, but stopped with his hand on the door knob. "Hey look... Ryan moved out yesterday. You should come over tonight." Again. Not a request. He exited my apartment, and it only took three or four jerks before I exploded all over myself.
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These stories remind me of something that just happened couple of days ago. I was watching this dude who had just turned 18 years old for several weeks, trying to figure out if he was gay or what. My gaydar was going off the chart every time I saw him. He was kind of the Frat looking college boy who happened to live in the same apartment building as do I. One night after I was undressed, watching TV which I always do. It was around 9:00 P.M. and I heard a knock at the door. I could not imagine who the hell it was, so I pulled-on a pair of jeans and answered the door. It was that damn kid. I just stood there with my mouth, open, probably. It turned out he had lost his house key and wanted to know if I had a credit card or something that he could use to open his door as he didn't want to call the manager, thereby incurring the charge. "Sure," I answered, and, finding an old used up Wal-Mart card, handed it to him. "Thanks. I'll bring it right back. Oh, in case you don't know, I'm in 209." Now I have seen him with a girl now and then but nothing looked too serious. Needless to say, after shutting the door behind him, my hormones started racing, thinking of all kinds of things I could do to this boy. Now I had at least 20 years on him, but figured I could teach him a lesson or two. I had no poppers or anything else, but did have plenty of cold beer so I worked-up a plan for his return. My cock stirring and being a top, I was really thinking 'Hmmmm. Tonight is the night to get this guy, who I suspect is a virgin'. I have been poz for quite a few years and really never thought of gifting it. I also didn't really give it much thought at the moment other then this boy's nice looks and slender body. He must have weighed 135 to 140 lbs. Well, I was as ready as I could be. He came back within a few minutes, saying he had opened the door, but apologized because the card was mangled. Thank god it was un-usable anyway. So I casually asked him to come in and have a beer with me. Happily he accepted my invitation, and sat on the couch with a cold one. I had a movie on that just started that I had pay per view. So he from what I saw was interested in the movie so things went smoothly from there. After he had guzzled down about 8 beers during the movie, he got up and went to take a piss. Not surprisingly he was a bit off balance some on the way upstairs to the bath room. "Hmmm" again I said to myself, "This might be my only time and should take advantage of it." Now this guy was as cute as they came. Being 18 he had his boyish looks and swimmers build, I could only imagine what was under those baggy clothes. He came back down and asked if I minded he had another beer. "Of course not!" I said cheerfully. The movie ended and was on regular TV and we just made small talk and he was slurring and telling me that it was his first time at really getting buzzed and it felt good. He was sitting on the couch next to me and I got up and got a beer also, But I was no way near drinking as much as was he. I came back and sat closer to him of course and he looked slightly tired and I just let things happen. I casually reached over and put my hand on his leg and asked him if he was ok. Sure he said. But I kept my hand on his leg. Half way from his knee to his crotch. He did not move and of course my cock started to stir. Maybe just maybe tonight was my lucky night. I had not gotten off in days so had a good load brewing. I got a little brave and took my hand off his leg and then said something funny to him and slapped him on the leg and my hand of course was a little higher up his leg this time and I kept it there. I was sporting a tent in my jeans as I proudly can say I am well hung, uncut, and thick about 9 inches and 6 inches in girth. So there was not much room once things started stirring, if you know what I mean. I decided then I would get up and go to the kitchen and get some chips and of course let him see me getting aroused. I watched him and his eyes locked right on my crotch. Brought back the chips and gave him a bowl and sat down next to him again. Now I could not tell with the baggy pants if he was getting hard or it was just a wrinkle in his pants but I kept a very eagle eye on it and kept reaching down to get chips from the bowl resting in his lap making the bowl move a little each time I did this. Finally I came to the conclusion this beer-induced lad was getting horny, so I went for it. No more playing around. I removed the bowl and reached over and groped his crotch and yeah, I was right he was getting hard. He did not push my hand away but he said that he was straight and if anything happened then I was to forget about it and that just got me going more. A straight boy! Either he was lying or he was being truthful - whichever, I had to get some of his ass! I told him to stand and we stood up and of course now I was bulging a big ol hard on and I took his hand and put it on my crotch. He said "Damn" and I told him to take off his shirt which he did in a flash. He was hot and bothered. Just the way I wanted him to be. Nice body, I just could not believe it. Nice and slim just the way I like them and very little hair above his belly button. I fumbled as I was kind of nervous with his snap on his pants as I was not sure how far I could go. And then unzipped him. His pants fell to the floor. He already had his shoes off as I make people take their shoes off when they come into the house. So only thing left was the boxers which was tenting beautifully. I reached down and squeezed his hard on and he kind of groaned. I then told him to step out of his pants and to follow me upstairs to the bedroom where the lighting was dim. He staggered up behind me still hard and I got him up in the bedroom and told him to sit down on the bed but before he did that to shed the boxers. Which he did. Out popped a very nice looking juicy cut cock with average shaft. But at the same time I saw his ass in the mirror, Nice bubble butt cheeks. Damn this made me really want it. So I slowly dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. He moaned and said he always wondered what that would feel like. I had me a pure virgin here. I asked him if he had been with any girls and he said "not yet." He was still too shy around them so they even though he was cute kind of stayed away. He was sitting down so I decided it was time to show my glory and unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I also had boxers on but it was very obvious I was horny. I then dropped my boxers and he looked at my uncut clean cock and said "damn" again. He said he never seen one that big only in pictures and I got closer to him and I said "taste it" He said "No, I',m straight. I replied "Look nobody will know but you and me and I really want you to suck my cock and I will suck yours." Of course I had other plans for him, but he didn't need to know that just then. So He got my root into his mouth and I pulled the skin back so he could get at the head. He could not take much of it as he would gag, so I got back on my knees and said "lay down and I will do yours." I sucked him for a few minutes and thank god for the beer, He was not a quick cummer. But I could feel the cum slowly filling his nuts and knew if I kept on I would get him off. Of course I was all in my glory as this is what I had wanted for months after he had moved in next to me. I told him to get on the bed and be doggie style and I would teach him a new trick. He readily did so asking why. I got behind him and slowly licked his back and down to his crack and then I got to the cherry. I licked it and tongue fucked it for several minutes with him saying it felt so damn good. He was glad that he was there but not to tell a soul. I promised I wouldn't. I had lube within reach which was baby oil, and I made as if I intended to give him a massage. He seemed to be keen on that so I dribbled some down his crack and slowly stuck my middle finger in. Not much but just a little and he bucked off. But I kept after him until finally he just gave up and let me put my finger up his ass. I did this until I could get 2 fingers up there and did not want to press my luck. I then without him noticing it lubed up my cum filled cock and knew damn well this was going to hurt. I almost felt sorry for him but I just had to have a piece of his ass. I got behind him and the skin was over my cock head again, but that was ok. It would move back when I did the deed. I took my legs and knees and slowly but surely spread his legs apart some more so he was really lined up. I then was ready. I put my cock head near his cherry hole and he felt what was coming and said "Hell no, You're not doing that." I of course knew all the tricks and replied "I need to get off all I want to do is put the head in and I will stop and beat off and shoot all over your back." After long moments I finally convinced him. More lube as this guy had no idea what was going to really happen to him. I stuck my cock head against his hole and slowly pushed in. He said "Dude that hurts like hell and you don't have a rubber. I said "sorry" and that I didnt need one as I was not going to cream up inside of him [Yeah! Right!] I again told him to just bite down and it would only hurt for a minute and I pressed on. I could feel my cock head slowly go past his pucker hole and the skin pulled slowly back as I went in. I just kept it there and stroked my cock for a few minutes and pressed a little more. It was like a "pop." The head was in and no protest. But I knew I still had to get the 9 inches into him and had a long way to go. I was where I wanted to be so I leaned somewhat on his back kissing and tongueing his back. He seemed to like it. Now I was ready for more and this was the end of the game. I did not want to hurt him or really rip him apart but definitely wanted all-the-way-in. I pressed onwards and sliding the shaft in. He protested, I said "dude, just hang on. Trust me - you're not gonna believe how great this will feel." You know those famous words. I then positioned myself so I could hold on to his somewhat bony waist and held on and I slowly but surely pressed on. I was half in and was fucking him with half of my cock and still he was protesting and that also I did not have a condom. I knew I was going to breed him tonight if it was the last thing I did. So with a quick movement his legs went out beneath him and on his stomach he went. I was still in him and was laying on his back with my weight on top of him. I was somewhat bigger then him so I had the advantage. I then said the hell with it. My cock head was in and about another 3 or 4 inches of the shaft. It was time for breeding. I then grabbed him around the chest and gave him a body hug, licked his ear and away I went. I sunk the rest of my thick cock into him all the way to the pubes. He let out a yell but that did not bother me. I just kept it there and let him get use to having it up his tight ass. It was hot. Here I was in a virgin ass with my thick pole. A piece of ass I have not had for some time. I then slowly pulled some out and put it back in. He just laid there kind of stunned at what was happening. His sweet ass was getting bred. I said the hell with it then and slowly pumped him until I was taking my cock out to almost the part of the head pulled out. I could even feel the foreskin go over the head a little and then I would slam it back in. It felt to a point that he was arching his back up in the air to take it. But it might have been my imagination. However this went on for what seemed quite awhile and he said "Don't cum in me" and I said "of course not." Little did he know. I had him right where I wanted him. I told him to slowly get to his knees as I wanted to make sure I was in to the hilt. He did and without my cock falling out. I then slowly picked up my speed as I knew I was going to cum pretty soon. This was too hot for me to handle. I reached around and made his cock hard and slowly stroked it with precum leaking out of it. Then the urge hit me. I pulled my cock out to the end for the last time and buried it deep into his ass up to the pubes of my bushy hair and felt my balls slap against his at the same time as I had low hangers but they were full. I was there, I shot my poz load deep inside of his tight ass. And I kept it there for a minute or so with him bitching that I had cum up his ass when he asked me not to. I was in no way getting soft and rested a minute and slowly started again. I fucked him hard and earnest for at least another 20 minutes and did the same thing and shot another poz load deep in his ass. Only he didn't know my cum was a special gift. I was done for the time being so let it get soft and fall out. It had a tinge of pink on it so I knew I had done some damage. I rolled him over and sucked on his cock and in no time he shot a huge load down my throat. He then just laid there as a rag doll, falling in and out of sleep. I cleaned up any goo that was left dripping down his sweet cock and told myself just one more load and I will be nice and let him go. I slowly turned him over and he did not protest this time. He knew it was coming and nothing he could do about it. I spread his legs and dipped my cock back into his pozzed filled cum hole and was off again. I did not need lube this time he had plenty of cum for that so I grinded my cock into him thrust after thrust and he said he was getting sore. That was ok, I thought and kept going. I put my hands and arms around his waist and lifted his ass up to my cock everytime I shoved my cock into him so he would get all that he could. I again shot another load. This was for some reason a long one. It was like I was never going to stop shooting. But of course I did. I pulled out and told him he could go home now if he wanted. He asked if I minded he just lay there for the night and I said hell no. We drifted off to sleep as he did not want to get off again. I woke up around 3:00 A.M. and had another raging hard on. And he was in the right exact position to get him again. I threw back the covers and lubed my cock and mounted him. He was sleeping but he woke up real fast when I shoved my thick 9 inches into him. I fucked him again for about 30 minutes and gave him his 4th load of poz cum. Then I reached over and felt a semi hard on so I toked on that until I got it real hard and sucked on it till he busted a nut. Then we fell asleep in earnest. Woke the next morning and he begged me not to tell anyone and I said "no way" but I wanted him to come over once in awhile just to play. He did not seem to keen on that but he did like looking at my swinging big cock. It was about 3 months after that I saw him going into the local ABS. He was not saying much to me, but even so, having broken him in, I would get him and his sweet tasting, tight ass. He was now 'one of the boys' so to speak. And if he did fuck some cunt then she was going to get pozzed. I suspect he he knew he was pozzed and did not want to tell me. I also think after I had de-flowered him, he had played around some with other guys. Otherwise I should think he would have come back to me and bitched me out about pozzing him. He didn't so that told me that he didn't really know who pozzed him, and I had done my job well. Even if he was straight, he still got bred, and had no more worries. After all, he was now one of the boys. In all shape and manner.
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After spending some time posting Craigslist advertisements and the usual BBRT hookups, I finally got a couple regular fuck buds. One in particular is this short black muscle head who works close to my house. The way our schedules worked out, we played fairly regularly on Friday afternoons. I had let him fuck me probably three or four times before I even bothered to ask him about his status. It was a very easy and hot conversation. "So not that it matters because I'm obviously a cum pig who barebacks, but what kinda loads have you been giving me, man?" "I'm positive. Obviously I'm healthy and take care of my self but I've never been on meds or had any issues. Of course I ain't even gotta ask about you." "Man believe it or not, I'm just an old school negative not on prep cum dump." Giving me a broad "That's fucking hot," he dressed and left. The next week as we began playing, I took the chance and specifically asking him for his charged load. He never said a word but simply pumped me harder. Just knowing that I had been taking charged up loads from him made me want him to fuck me more and more. The next week I found myself increasingly fucking horny, so in anticipation of my next play session with him, I collected my own cum in a jar for my poz fuck bud to use on my hole. By the time Friday rolled around, and after confirming he would be able to play, I posted some advertisements to see how much cum I could actually get before he arrived. A really cute Mexican guy breed me around noon before my short muscle fucker arrived at 1:30. I had frozen seven of my own cum loads into an ice cube, which he promptly inserted into my pig hole. I was really surprised the cumsicle wasn't more frigid and uncomfortable than it was. But he had an amazing time fucking all of that cum into my ass. When my poz muscle buddy had breed me and left, I checked my BBRT and had an email from a hot older muscle Daddy. He was a road worker and was in my area and asked if I wanted to fuck. "Fuck yeah, I absolutely want your load," I replied as I emailed him my address and phone number, suggesting "Why not cum get a piece just as soon as you can get away from work?" More than an hour passed before he arrived, during which time I had nine loads of cum in my ass, but good lord was it worth it as, no sooner had the muscle Daddy learned of the cum load than he announced he wanted to felch my cummy ass until it was good and oozing cum - before he slid his Daddy dick all the way in, presumably without any effort at all. "Fuck, man, I love fucking a dirty loose whore like you. I wish you were still negative so I could knock you up right now. I'm cycling off my meds and it would be fucking hot to give you my dirty strain up your shit hole." I groaned in ecstasy "I haven't tested poz yet Daddy." Sliding out of my ass, he responded "Wow are you fucking serious right now boy?" "Yeah, Daddy, I'm a cum pig who takes loads. I'm not specifically bug chasing, but then I wasn't doing anything at all to stay negative. Besides, poz Daddy cum up my ass is a huge fetish for me," I explained. "Bend your dirty fuck hole back over then, whore," he demanded. When he slid back in I grunted "Ah, fuck, fuckin' give me that poz Daddy dick!" "No, pig, you know what the fuck you're getting. Call it what it is, boy. You're getting HIV cock right now, fucker. Raw and fully charged right up your shit hole." About three weeks later I was randomly out at a bathhouse and in the lobby was a table providing free test kits. Taking one of the kits, I returned to my room, swabbed my mouth, and played with my dick for a full 20 minutes until my phone alarm went off. The test was finished. I had tested HIV+ sitting alone and naked on a dirty mattress in a bath house, feeling more horny than I had ever been in my entire life. Unfortunately given how tired and tweeked-out most of the guys were, I ended-up jacking off and then going home, getting my dog and walking around Capital Hill all night thinking about how hot it was to actually be a dirty fuck whore.
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How many of you have ever gotten an idea stuck in your head and ran with it? It happened to me in the mid ‘90’s and led me to become poz, or as I was told: “knocked up”. My partner Garret was always the quick talker and instigator in our relationship. He had the ability to talk to people and glean all sorts of information—usually of a personal nature. He told me about this black ex-con named “Stone” who hung out at a particular park downtown who he had “befriended”. In a short time Garret knew a good deal about Stone—he had been in prison under drug charges, he had fucked and bred many a bitch in his years and his nickname came from his name for his fuck tool. Garret talked him into showing off his dick and Garret told me he was more than impressed! Well, being a horny younger gay man, this got me turned on. I decided to check Stone out for myself—just to see what he looked like, of course. I found Stone one early June Tuesday morning in his favored park and despite being rather introverted, I wanted to chat with him as he sure looked hot as I walked by. Somehow I struck up a conversation and I think Stone knew I wanted him. He got me to buy him a pack of cigarettes and buy him a 6 pack of beer. It was worth it to listen to his gravelly voice with a slight southern drawl and check out his hot body. Stone was in his early 50’s, had a perfect “fade” haircut with black hair and just the slightest touch of silver. He was also wiry, muscular, about 5’10” and trim. Did I mention he had a nice basket? When he told me about his hobby of going to a clothing optional beach at a lake just outside the city I said that sounded like a fun distraction! Next thing I knew, I was driving Stone to Hidden Beach and after walking some distance from where you could park, we arrived. The beach was a mix of gay and straight sun tanners…most nudists were in little natural alcoves along the extended and wooded beach. Stone picked a spot down aways and stripped while I made the rounds. Its not that I am bashful, but I didn’t want to come on to strong—I had no idea if Stone swung my way. I was also more or less in a monogamous relationship and mostly I rationalized I was just going to get as much eye candy as I could of Stone. On my first pass back the beach trail I saw Stone lying on his stomach with his muscular and hairy ass exposed. Fuck! I may be a bottom, but that ass made my mouth water. After about an hour and a half, I went to retrieve Stone for our drive back in town, I was most impressed to find Stone leaning against a tree in all his glory—tight abs, significant coarse body hair and a big floppy uncut dick. As he was smoking, I made a little small talk before mentioning we should head back. I am not sure I would say that Stone was easy to hang out with—he oozed sex and I got tongue-tied, but I was getting beyond horny fast! We repeated our outing on Thursday and the following Tuesday. Something had to give—I should have just walked away, but Stone was now the man I had to have. Tuesday proved to be a fateful day. Stone and I repeated our previous week’s pattern including having a chat with him showing me his hot body when it was time to return from Hidden Beach. Stone was pretty talkative after sucking down some of the beers I had bought him. He talked about life in prison and he was pretty candid about what it was like—including using men for sex. My dick was hard as a rock as he explained that he was mostly straight, but a man has needs and a prison punk could do a mighty fine job of draining his nuts. He looked right at me while he said that and I blushed. I noticed he was now fondling his impressive dick and he said all this talk was making him horny. I quickly chimed in that I felt the same way. Stone stared at me while he worked on a cigarette and slowly worked his tool to full glory. I imagine my eyes just about bulged out of my head! Stone just stated “you want it” and I nodded my agreement. Stone took one more long drag and explained the ground rules. If I wanted it, I would do as I was told with no questions like a good punk and he would use me as his personal bitch. Again I nodded my consent and he said let’s get out of here. I dropped him back at the park and promised I’d return in an hour with some lunch and I’d be prepared to be fucked if Stone so wished to do that. I felt rather guilty cancelling my lunch date with Garret, but I wanted Stone crazy bad and I was going to be the best punk he had ever had! I returned on time with sandwiches and we had a quick picnic. Stone was talking about having a big load and he hadn’t had any pussy in ages. Stone asked if maybe my pussy would do? I told him that it was clean, muscular and ready to go! Stone just smirked, sighed and grabbed his crotch and said there was nothing he liked more than knocking up bitches. “Sounds good to me” was my response. Stone lived in a run down duplex in a somewhat unsavory part of town. He was already walking towards his door as I was getting out of the car. Stone simply unlocked and headed in so I followed him. “Close and lock the door, bitch!” Stone commanded. He cracked open a beer as he headed to his shade drawn room and said “Strip, bitch!” This was followed by “undress me, bitch!” I carefully took his clothes off and folded them as he nursed his beer and cigarette while sitting on the edge of the bed. “Get to work, bitch!” he commanded. I guess I gave him a confused look so he just pointed to the floor between his legs and I was kneeling in a heartbeat! I fucking love uncut dick—a rare treat indeed for me, and I worshipped it by sniffing his musk, licking under his foreskin and chewing gently on the excess. This got me a satisfied grunt. I then showed him my talented deep throat. It was a bit of a struggle because Stone was very clearly over 8” and far thicker than average. Stone had an exceptional dick—a true cudgel with a slightly flared head lined in a velvety smooth foreskin. His dick looked like an angry club and I told him that softly. Stone said I had no idea how his club was going to punish my cracker ass and inflict major damage. It would be months before I knew what that really meant and his promise to “knock me up good”. “Time to toss the salad” said almost gleefully. I hadn’t really heard that expression, but as he spread his legs wider and pushed my head down from licking his hairy nuts, I had a pretty good idea what he wanted! Damn! His ass was coarsely hairy and I showed him that I was an A Grade rimmer! Rimming makes me harder than a rock and I was very good at it as Garret always wanted that as an extensive part of our foreplay. A wave of guilt washed over me at thinking of Garret, but this ass was perfect and I worshipped it to the sounds of Stone’s obvious pleasure. Stone was content to lean back and let me show my respect and subservience as I ate his ass and then tongue fucked him. I wasn’t sure if that was pushing it too far, but Stone let me work his ass over for quite along time. When stone told me to get on the bed, I could see my work had been appreciated—he had leaked a pool of precum by his belly button and the veins on his dark dick stood out in beautiful relief. I couldn’t help licking up his sweet natural lube. “Can’t help yourself, can you bitch?” he asked. I blushed and asked how he wanted me. I was more than surprised to hear him say on your back. I expected him to want me doggy or maybe flat on my belly so he wouldn’t have to think about the fact he was with a punk not a bitch. “Hold your legs apart and show me your pussy!” Stine commanded. He reached on top of his bed stand and grabbed a jar of Vaseline. Not my favorite lube, but it made a nice smacking sound as Stone smeared some over his dick as he shucked it. I like to see my bitch’s expression as I breed her pussy. I hesitated, but asked if he had a condom. Stone just glared at me and then drawled ”You are here to be my bitch and I can’t knock you up in a raincoat!” I wasn’t going to point out to him that I wasn’t likely to become pregnant anytime soon! Still, although Stone was mostly straight and sure seemed like a consummate top, I was a tad nervous going bare. I was about to balk when stone positioned his dripping head against my hole. I remember saying “ummm” as in Ummm…we should play safe, but Stone was already sliding into my initial ring. I swear I could hear it pop as he head was now surrounded by me. “Stone had a glazed look as he said “that’s it, bitch! I am in you and you are going to take your breeding like a good cunt!” With steady pressure, Stone drove into me and it was not an easy stretch for me. I grimaced and said he was going too fast but Stone just replied “this is about me and the sooner you get that, the better off you will be!” You hear stories about a guy hitting the second ring of an ass and it had never meant anything to me, but Stone was in deeper than I could ever remember and the girth seemed to almost knock the wind out of me as he started sawing in and out. I didn’t want to cry out, but I was whimpering loud as his fuck hurt. It took awhile, but eventually my natural self lubricating ass (thank goodness for that!) seemed to smooth out the ride. My hands were clenching the sheets and Stone surprised me again by telling me to hold on to his ass if I was “in such a way”. Feeling the powerful flexing in his muscular hairy ass made it easier to get into my fucking. I pretty much expected Stone to be a 5 minute guy, what with my tight ass clenching him and the fact that he hadn’t cum in days. I was wrong: Stone had major stamina! It was a warm summer day, but not bad with his ceiling fan going. Still, Stone was sweating up a storm and dripping on me within 10 minutes. Rather than finding that gross, I got off feeling his hot body steaming on top of me. I was still whimpering, but that sound was also a sound of pleasure. I was pulling Stone into me so I think he knew that I was getting what I wanted. “Bitch likes being bred” Stone noted. I surprised myself how quickly I asked him to breed me. “You want my seed, bitch? You want to get knocked up by our fucking? You want it, don’t you, bitch! I wasn’t blushing at his talk anymore. I was agreeing to his questions, asking for his seed, his breeding and being knocked up by his fuck. I was thinking of all of this as a metaphor and role playing so I was way turned on to go along. Truth be known: I could see how a woman could take the risk of an unwanted baby if taking an ex con like Stone was in the equation. I would have taken that risk, and, of course, I was taking significant risks from our coupling--far more than I dreamed of! Worries about safe sex were not currently on my mind. I was hard as a rock as Stone took out his needs upon me. Stone bent my legs about as far as they would go and varied how close to my chest they were. He also varied his fucking to make sure that I wouldn’t get too used to his fuck. Believe me, when he went for maximum penetration and force, I yelped and really felt it. Stone was kind enough, after close to 30 minutes to pound me in the way that brought me maximum pleasure. I never said “do me like that” as nobody likes a pushy bottom, but Stone seemed to read my cues well. I don’t know if it was the pressure on my prostate, but with that perfect rhythm now ensuing, I started to moan and milk him as tight as I could. “Bitch gonna cream from my breeding?” Stone asked. I just moaned louder and begged him to keep breeding me. “You want me to stop and pull out?” Stone asked as he slowed down and went shallower but I just grabbed his ass as hard as I could and pulled him deeper into me. “Fuck no! I declared. “You wanted to breed me and knock me up and you can’t do that if you pull out. I want it, Stone. I want your fuck, I want your seed, I want to be knocked up by you—please! I begged “Bitch wants it and is going to get it.” Stone snarled. He was wailing on me and the countdown had started. It was an amazing feeling to have Stone fuck the cum right out of my nuts. The crazy milking that my orgasm created was not lost on Stone. He was huffing and groaning and saying it was time. “Take my nut you fucking stupid cunt! I am breeding you and you will get knocked up for sure! His eyes never left mine as Stone rammed as far as he could and I felt him throb. I swear I could feel the actual jets of cum hitting my walls. The weird part was I felt this feeling of connection—not emotional, but physical. Like power was flowing from Stone to me. I have never done drugs, but I was on a natural high and told him that I could feel him shooting in me and I loved it! Stone wasn’t affectionate, but he sort of collapsed upon me with a loud sigh with his head looking away from me. Fuck it! It may not be Stone’s thing, but my hands moved up and down his sweat slick back. I have strong hands so they naturally gravitated to massaging him as I held him close. I think it felt good and not overly awkward because I I worked him over well before he slid off and out of me. “Fuck that pussy felt good!” Stone beamed. I just smiled and said nobody had ever fucked me like he had—and that was the honest truth. Stone just muttered “you have no idea, punk.” Like a lot of guys, Stone was way sleepy after his strenuous activity and he just said close the door behind you and I’ll see you Thursday. I noticed that the small amount of cum oozing from my ass was tinged pink from blood. “Shit, I’m bleeding!” I moaned. Stone said “looks like I popped your cherry, slut!” With that ado, I nodded, threw on my clothes and let him be. One hot session lead to another and I was taking Stone on at least twice a week. I got off thinking my ass and skills in bed were equal to any woman Stone could have and Stone still seemed obsessed about the act of sex knocking me up. It was a hot expression and it turned me on. Stone injected his baby batter at least a two dozen times over the summer and after Labor Day I came down with the horrible aching flu. It felt like a Mack truck had hit me and I was as sick as a dog for over a week. Garret nursed me back to health and the following weekend he said that he had seen Stone again in the park. My ears perked up and I nonchalantly said “oh yeah?” Garret continued “Yeah, I saw him shooting up last night walking back from the fundraiser at the bar. Guess the rumor is true that he got pozzed from sharing needles.” I felt sick to my stomach as the pieces all went together. Stone had been in prison for drug dealing, must have been a user and no wonder he hadn’t had pussy in ages and why he kept talking about knocking me up like a bitch. I can’t prove it, but I think the power I felt flowing from him to me was the instant of infection in my torn ass. I tested poz that fall and as I had only cheated with Stone and Garret was neg, it was pretty clear that Stone had succeeded in knocking me up!
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Recently, out of nowhere, I had a dream about my buddy Jeff. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and a half, and we'd lost touch over time. I'd stopped checking in to the cruising sites where we would chat from occasionally about how nice it would be to see each other again, but never made specific plans to do so. Frankly, he'd pretty much dropped from my mind. It happens. Life changes, people move on. But then he appeared. Vividly. I could taste and smell him, and feel his strong, sinewy furry body. He was fucking me. His eyes were wild, and I hungered for what was in those eyes. I kept asking him to feed me. His response was always a whispered "yeah...", never missing a stroke. He was machine-like in plowing my ass. I could feel myself getting hungrier and hungrier... Then I woke up. Sweating, agitated, surprised, confused, with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of. I shot a massive load picturing the end of the dream, when Jeff finally feeds me, giving my ass what it's looking for. The surprising and confusing part was that Jeff was HIV positive, and I was neg, but craving his load. It shocked me; but from then on I couldn't get him out of my mind. I had met Jeff originally at a park near where I used to live, in an industrial area along a river. We met up late one night, cruised each other briefly, then walked back toward the woods to a bench from which you could see any cars pulling into the park. In the low light we devoured each other: kissing, pawing, taking turns on our knees. Eventually he sucked my load out of me and we swapped my cum for a bit. We exchanged numbers and screen names and kept in touch. We played a couple times after that, at his place, where we could get naked and explore. He had boundless sexual energy that blew my mind. We sucked and fucked each other silly, but used condoms since I was neg. At one point he slid his bare cock into me, but I asked him to put on a condom. He said he thought I'd changed my mind. I almost did. There were times after that in our chats when he said he wanted to breed me. I always took it as just that: chat. After my dream, though, I was starting to think of it as something more. A couple nights after my dream I was back in my old neighborhood at night, and though I'd cruise by the park to see if anything was happening. There was--Jeff's truck was there, and he was not in it. My heart started racing, and I darted out of my car to see if I could find him. Sure enough, he was standing by the bench where we first met, looking out at the water. He saw me and smiled, and I didn't waste one second heading over and planting one on him. My hands worked quickly at freeing his cock from his jeans, and dropping my shorts to the ground. They were gonna get muddy, and I didn't care. I lowered myself to the bench and took his cock deep into my throat, getting it nice and slick. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat a little, pushing it balls deep into my gullet. Then he pulled out, and bent down to kiss me. When he stood up I threw my legs back to give him access to my hole. He immediately buried his scruffy face in my ass and munched ravenously, then stood up and slapped my hole with his cock, looking into my eyes. I smiled and pulled my legs back further. He smiled back and dove right in. My head was spinning as he plowed me with his big ol' poz fuck stick. I ran my hands over his furry body and reveled in his primal fucking. I looked into his eyes and recognized the wildness I'd seen in my dream. My smile widened. He kept fucking in a steady rhythm as he asked, "Are you still neg?" I nodded. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Feed me," I said. "Give me what my body's hungry for." "Yeah..." he whispered. His pace quickened. "Time for me to breed you buddy." I nodded in agreement, and with that watched his face change, eyes locked intensely on mine, as he unloaded his poz seed deep in my guts, grinding me into the bench, pushing it in as deep as he could possibly get it before pulling out with a pop. I licked his sweet cock clean, then kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of ass juice and poz cum with him. As we held each other and exchanged big shit-eating grins, he patted my still-bare ass and asked, "So does this mean we can do away with the condoms?" "You bet!" I answered, giving his dick a gentle stroke. "Good...then follow me home. I've got several buddies who I'm sure would be more than happy to help us celebrate your newly-found freedom." I wasn't about to pass that invitation up.
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Hello my friends, At first, the risk of getting pozzed is my secret fetish. But at the same time i'm really afraid of it, because it would destroy my life as med student and sportsman. Three weeks ago, I went to a young czech hooker. She had had a brace and looked a little bit sick to me. She had a thin man directly before me and no chance to clean herself in between. Aroused by that, I payed her for a bb blowjob and kissing, but didnt plan to fuck her bb. We kissed naked, I got really turned on, and she signalised me that she wanted me to fuck her right now, without condom. i couldnt resist. The chance of getting Hiv from her or from the sperm of the guy before still insight of her made me cum in seconds, but made me hard again directly. I fucked her pretty long, she gave me a short BJ and was riding me. She didnt use artifical lumbrication i think. At the end my dick was completely red and hurt for the whole next week when touching. I washed my dick in the shower with soap, and 1 hour later at home with desinfection (octenisept). Now three weeks after, i have a little cold, and a small open spot in my mouth. I usually dont get sick very often. How would you consider the risk that i got pozzed? I'm really afraid (with a boner at the same time). But seriously, pls share your experienced evaluation with me. thank you in advance
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I fully intended to stop barebacking and not take loads up my ass and I saved my fantasies of taking poz cum in my ass for jerking off. I posted ads on Craigslist and got the usual ratio of about 8 losers to 1 keeper. Finally a guy who sounded really hot came over: black, tall, built, 9 inches and uncut. Like most queers I adore big black uncut cock. A total top he said; I was going to be his bitch for the evening. I was really excited, I hadn't gotten fucked in 8 months and needed it bad, so I said I'd love to be your bitch gurl. "Do you mind if I turn a couple of video cameras on and record you fucking me?" "Go ahead, just give me a copy. One thing I should tell you, I'm poz. I'll been a little erratic with my meds, so my viral load is kind of high." Shit. I'd forgotten to ask him his status online. I didn't play with poz guys, fantasies notwithstanding. But, I was so fucking horny, and he was hot and he was here. "Well, ok, but use a condom to fuck me; I'll suck you raw, but I won't eat your load." "That's fine" He took me in his arms and kissed me deep, I was oozing precum and my asshole was lubing up, getting ready for his cock. "Take my cock out and suck it you hot bitch. Call me Daddy.". "Yes Daddy." I dropped to my knees, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his 501s and pulled his soft cock out. It was lovely, pitch black with a long foreskin extending well beyond the head. I took the skin in both hands, pried it apart and began licking the head and inside of the skin. He was flowing precum, I was in heaven lapping up his juice; then I remembered, I was eating poz precum. I was getting virus in my mouth. My stomach flipped over, I was scared but my dick was hard as a rock and my hole was sloppy, ready for anything. I sucked him till he was rock hard, which didn't take long. He was indeed 9 inches, but he'd neglected to mention how thick he was; thick as a beer can. I'd gotten pounded by a couple of nine inchers, but none as thick. This was going to be a fuck to remember. His balls were huge and hung low, I dove down and started licking and sucking on them. I could barely get one at a time in my mouth. He moaned, pulled me up to his face and kissed me. "Let's get into bed." I whimpered. I really wanted that big black prick in my pussy. "Get a rubber and put it on" I always kept a selection of condoms and lube by the bed. I dug through the pile and got the biggest one. Holding the thick shaft in my hand I licked and mouthed the head, lubing it for the rubber. My hands wouldn't go completely around his cock, and I have big hands with long fingers. He'd opened the condom package and handed the rubber to me. I positioned it over the head and slid it down over the head and the shaft with my mouth. Except I didn't, it wouldn't fit. I was trembling with need for for his cock, struggling with the rubber. I struggled with the slippery condom and the hard cock oozing precum for what seemd like an eternity, But I just couldn't do it; his cock was too big and the rubber too small Finally he growled, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off his cock. He picked up the rubber and threw it across the room. "Fuck it. I'm gonna fuck your ass raw, you faggot bitch!" I turned away and tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but his two big hands grabbed me and pulled me to the center of the bed. He pinned me face down, climbed on top and kicked my legs apart. "No, don't. I don't want to get pozzed!" " Take a deep breath bitch, you're going to get fucked now!" I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. He rubbed it around, drooling virus laden precum on my hole and rubbing it in. I was terrified, moaning and crying, tears pouring down. I was getting pozzed. "Please use lube, please!" "Fuck you, you little whore; you're getting it now!" He shoved his huge prick deep into my asshole with one stroke. I screamed, I could feel my ass tear. I'd never felt so much pain. I struggled, but didn't have a chance. Like most men that liked cock I'd fantasized about getting raped, about how hot it would be. Now I really was getting raped. It wasn't fun at all. The pain was incredible. I had no control over the situation, he could use me however he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He could do anything he wanted, he could kill me. My dick was hard as it had ever been, I was terrified, about to throw up from fear. I shot a load into the bed. He felt me twitch and ran his hand under my cock. It was smeared with my cum. He laughed, "How's it feel having your darkest fantasies come true, boy? You're getting raped by a big, coal black nigger and you love it. You're getting pozzed and you love it." He smeared his hand across my mouth, "Eat your cum, you little queer. I'm going to make all your deepest desires come true tonight." I eagerly licked my cum off his hand, sobbing, tears flowing. And my ass hurt. God, did it hurt. My cock was still hard. His cock started stroking in and out, lubed by precum, and no doubt, my blood. He pulled all the way out. My asshole ached and stung, the pain was intense. I wanted his prick back in my hole and pushed my butt up trying the capture what I wanted. He laughed. "Want more, bitch? Don't worry, you're going to get it. But first, lick my dick clean." He rolled me over on my back and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was smeared with precum and streaks of blood. He shoved my head down on it, I licked, tasting precum, assjuice and blood. It was wonderful. I whimpered, but from pleasure this time. I loved worshipping my daddy's dick. He chuckled. "Looks like I've got a brand new convert. A faggot whore for poz nigger cock. Your ass is torn up, my babies are already in your blood. You're just another infected dicksucker now. But I'm still going to fill you with poison seed, make sure I do the job. What do you say to that, faggot?" "Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cock and your gift. Please fuck me, please?" I wasn't pretending, I was in pain, but I really was glad. I was on the road to where I wanted to be. I no longer had to worry about getting infected. It was done. He pulled me to him and kissed me. "You're Daddy's little whore now, aren't you? You'll do anything I say, won't you?" "Yes Daddy, I'm yours now. I want to please you." And I did, this man owned me now, I had his babies, his dna, in my blood. And I really wanted that lovely prick in my pussy again. "You took your fucking like good little whore, I'm going to reward you" He reached over to the end table and got a bottle of lube and smeared it over his cock. "I don't care how much I tore you up; I'm lubing you so it feels better for me. I don't give a shit whether you like it or not; you're just my punk ass faggot bitch. Stick your ass in the air, queer." I did and Daddy stuck the bottle's nozzle in my pussyhole. He squeezed and I felt a cold invasion flow into me. I whimpered, I wanted Daddy's hot cock in me. "On your back, bitch." I rolled over, Daddy grabbed my legs, pulled them apart, put my heels on his shoulders, nuzzled his cock against my hole and slid in. He bottomed out and held it, put one hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. Daddy's tongue slid past my lips and raped my mouth, like his cock raped my asshole. I played with my owner's tongue with mine, loving it that Daddy liked kissing me. My Daddy rode me long and hard, his wonderful prick stretching my hole, getting it accustomed to being used for his pleasure. I loved it, I'd never been fucked like that. He kissed me again and I shot a load all over my belly and chest. Daddy laughed, licked it up and kissed me, pushing my cum in my mouth. Then he picked up the pace and banged me hard for 10 or 15 minutes, finally shoving his prick deeper that it'd ever been and groaned. A warm flood filled my pussy as Daddy's cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of poison jizz into my guts. "Pozzing your cunt, bitch!" He humped his cock into me 4 or 5 times really hard, tearing my pussy more, I screamed with pain. Daddy collapsed on me, kissed me again and looked into my eyes. I was moaning and whimpering with pain and pleasure. "Welcome to the club, you poz fuckhole." I kissed Daddy back, "Thank you Daddy". Daddy slid his cock out of me and held it in front of my face. It was lovely, softening slightly, dripping cum heavily streaked with my blood. I eagerly raised my head and took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. It was even better than the first time he had me clean him; his cum delicious, especially spiced with my pussy juice and the coppery taste of my blood. "Don't let anybody use your pussy till you get the fuck flu and test positive. I want you infected with my babies first." "Daddy, I don't want any cock but yours. I hope I please you and that you will fuck me anytime you want" Three weeks later I was down with the flu for 10 days. I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the toilet. Daddy took pity on me and had his girls drop by and bring me food and gatorade. When I got better I went to the clinic and got tested. It worked; I was poz!
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It finally happened, I lost control and gave in with my inner pig feelings. Here is the story of how I (probably) got myself the bug. Spotted a cute guy in front of me in the train. Saw him doing something sneaky on his phone as he turned his screen away so that no one could see it. Thought I would chekc out Grind, to see if that's what he was doing. Lucky for me, he was. Starting chatting with him. He hadn't noticed me sitting across him as we were exchanging dirty pics and telling eachother what we like to do to guys. When I've heard enough, I walk past him, ticking on his shoulder and making a gesture he should come along with me. We found a quit first class wagon where we fucked our brains out. As we had just 1 condom, we decided I'd take his load and I could cum in his mouth. He was way too young to be poz, he, just like me, just turned 18. With that in mind, here comes the following. Walking thru the huge mass of people and fire work bombs (feeling a bit uncomfortable be this) I needed to find some place hot till the parties started. I decided to go in a quit coffee shop and take a smoke. When I was looking on the internet I noticed this gay bar was already open and had a new year party. Thought I give it a shot. In front of the door were a few men in leather and sportswear. When I went in there were a lot of older guys (mostly between 40 and 60). The bar looked a bit cruisy. First thing I noticed when I got more in the bar were the stairs to the attic. Then I knew I was in a cruising bar. As I was doing another smoke and a drink, more and more hot men and boys entered the bar. The music started to become better and this was the moment I decided it was time to take a pill... The pill fully kicked in. As the piggy feelings came up, I decided to go upstairs and check out the cocks I could get. There were nanny pig men. Mostly older and looking very dominant. I was waiting for someone to just take me right there but apparently they weren't thát dominant. In this moment my hole was craving for bare cock and cum that I couldn't stand it anymore. The first guy who's cock was at least 18 cm MUST fuck me. Then this muscled skinhead walked in. I could see his bulge (must at least have been 20 cm). As I stroke over his cock his hand grabbed my ass. He pulled me in a cabin. He was very wild... Too wild. He wanted to make me bend over but my head smashed against the wall. I don't remember some points after this moment. I only know he made me his bitch and let me get bred by everyone he wants. And he did, as I was in a sling, surrounded by at least 6 men. There might have been more before that or after that. Next moment I was back to consciousness I was back outside on the street with a massive headache and feeling loads of cum dripping out my ass. While checking if I had all my stuff still with me, a man approached me, complimenting my fine asshole. He then explained to me that I had been fucked by 13 men ranging from 35 to 65 yo. Few of them were shouting they converted me. Realizing what just happened to me. I started feeling really guilty to myself. But then I also realized I started 2015 as a free boy. No longer was my sexual lust being held back by the fear of getting the bug. Now I wanted more! Checking Grindr I got an invite of a really hot bearded guy for a group bb session. They were mostly into fisting. I got there and while undressing again, I noticed one of the guys in the cruising bar had "tattooed" me with a permanent marker. Biohazard. Right on my ass. Luckily there was some make-up remover in the bathroom. So no one would notice it. Got my jock on and went in the play room. Took more pills, slams, snorts, booty bumbs. It didn't matter now anymore. I know my ass needed some real good fisting and even some more loads. I'm not going to take PEP, as I took it once before. I said to myself, if you even after this treatment which made you throw up every day, do bareback again. I don't deserve another PEP treatment, then I'm just a dumb whore.
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I was drinking in the Eagle one warm Saturday night and got a little carried away. A very large, very hot black man came up to me, put one arm around me and pulled me to him. His other hand went to the back of my head and pulled my mouth into his. He was a very good kisser and I was getting really turned on. I felt hands at my belt and flies and soon a hot mouth swallowed my cock. The black man's hand went inside my pants and fondled my ass. I was in heaven; whisky the only reason I didn't shoot in the anonymous cocksucker's mouth. The black man took my head in both of his hands, the mouth worked my prick and a pair of hands pushed my pants to my knees. I felt the head of a cock, wet with precum, nuzzle my asshole. I tried to pull away and tell them to stop but my head was firmly held, mouth covered with mouth and full of the other's tongue. The cocksucker wrapped his arms around my lower back, the black man held my head and two more arms pinned my butt from the rear. I struggled but could not escape or cry out. I was more turned on than I'd ever been but didn't want to get fucked raw. It didn't matter at all what I wanted. The cock centered on my asshole and stabbed in to the root in one shove. It was an average size cock and the precum, together with my ass lube meant that it didn't hurt all that much. My rapist paused in me, I could feel his breath on my neck. After a few seconds he started fucking me with smooth, steady strokes, in all the way and almost out. Every few strokes I'd feel the head of the prick pop out then slam back into my hole. I was in heaven; it was the fuck of my dreams. I no longer cared that I getting raped by a total stranger; I just wanted him to fill me with cock and cum. He started hammering me hard, panting on my neck. Then he rammed me hard and quivered and twitched in me, filling me with seed. I felt the cock pull out and the mouth pull off my cock. I was empty for just a bit then a different mouth covered my prick and another prick slid up my ass. This one was a lot bigger, as big as the biggest I'd had, maybe 9 inches and thick. Apparently I'd been opened and lubed with enough semen to make its entry effortless. I looked down at the rapist's arms and saw a biohazard tattoo. I moaned into the mouth still feeding me tongue and my stomach flipped. I was getting raped and pozzed. I cried out, struggled and tried to get away. No good. My struggles seemed to excite the second rapist and the huge cock slammed in and out. I jerked in orgasm and filled the mouth milking me with my cum. It felt like I was turning inside out, I came so hard. The cock in me swelled and jerked spastically in me. I felt heat fill my ass as poison cum jetted into my guts. The man kissing me broke off, just before another mouth replaced it I saw the black man's upper arm and the biohazard tattoo on it. I tasted cum in the new mouth kissing me. I was being fed my own load. I eagerly scooped my juice as I felt the cock slide out of me. Another set of arms went around me and another cockhead slid into my gaping asshole. I looked down and looked at the black arms around me. My kisser was going to use me next. I was totally limp now, supported by the three men who were raping me. A mouth took my prick in and gently nursed it back to life. I made no effort to support my weight and let my breeders use me and fill me how ever they wanted. I was in queer heaven and didn't care in the slightest that I almost certainly getting infected with HIV. At least I wouldn't have to worry about it. It was done. I squealed when the, now impossibly large, cock slowly pushed into me. The only thing I'd ever had in me that large was a hand, and it had taken almost an hour to slowly work it's way in. I moaned in pain. That monster cock had to be tearing me open. It rested a while and let my asshole adapt to it. I was in serious pain and in absolute bliss. I gave myself over completely to getting fucked. Since the rape began I'd had my mouth and ass full almost non-stop and my cock covered with a hot mouth. My rapist stroked steadily in and out of my butt, filling me with searing agony and pure pleasure. I moaned back incoherently, unable to form words. After an unknowable period of time the cock fucked in and out rapidly then slammed in impossibly deep and stayed there. I could feel the poison seed filling my ass and had visions of the virus seeping into my blood through my torn-up ass. I shot another load in the mouth milking my cock, probably my last neg load. My rapists picked me up by my arms and carried me over to a chair a set me down in it gently. I was dazed and looked up at them. They were smiling as they stood in front of me, giving me a good look at the biohazard tattoos on all three left arms. The black man walked up, leaned over me and dangled his cock in my face. It was covered with cum streaked with red ribbons of my blood. I opened my mouth and lovingly sucked it in and nursed it clean, tasting cum, ass juice and blood, the flavors of my infection. After he was clean the other two rapists fed me their cocks and I lovingly cleaned the partly dried juices off them. I called in sick for a couple of days to let my ripped up ass heal enough for me to sit in an office chair. I also went to the supermarket and stocked up on gatoraid, canned soup and crackers. Two weeks after my rape I was hit with the worst flu of my life. Might have been a coincidence, but I doubt it. I was another infected dick sucker for sure. Every Saturday night I go back to the Eagle, hoping to find my three rapists, or at least the black man with the most wonderful cock I've ever had in me. No luck so far, but I have taken several loads from other guys. I've also fucked and filled four guys with my poison cum. No words were exchanged in any of the fucks, so I have no idea if the bitches were poz or neg. Not that I give a shit.
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(True story) Saturday 12th October 2013. I’m into barebacking and fisting a friend and I had a fist session last night. My Asian friend is a Doctor, 27yrs old, 5’10”, 75kgs (not sure what it is in lbs/pound), smooth, about 6” uncut and the best bubble butt arse you could ever wish to slide your fist up. .. When he arrived I was naked and was ready to open his arse. Before we played he told me he recently converted…….now HIV POZ. I told him no problems, as we always wore gloves. He told me he got into a fist session with this guy and while he was being fisted, the fisting Top got his cock in without his knowledge and dump a POZ load up his arse. A few weeks later got sick for a week, ended up at the Doctors for a medical and as a result of a blood test….is now HIV POZ. .. He called his NEG friends and told then to get tested. One of the guys, the one who POZZED him played dumb and say, “Yes. I’ll get tested” And soon after told my mate, “OH, I’m POZ as well”. .. Back to our session. As I stated to open him up and slide into my fist into his hungry arse. Deeper, deeper than I have ever fisted him before. He asked me to double fist him. Almost got both my fists in. .. I noticed my cock was rock HARD. I asked him if I could dump my load in while I was fisting him. He gave me the go ahead. I fisted and fucked him dumping a huge (to my knowledge) a NEG load into him. I massaged that load into his arse, while I continued to fist him. .. When we finished out session, we sat and talk about him becoming POZZED. He isn’t dealing with it very well, he’s worried about future relationships, the discrimination he may get from NEG guys, the side effects of the meds and of course other related or unrelated medical conditions. .. I gave him a hug and told him I am here anytime he needs to talk. I told him that I’m here to jump into bed with him ANYTIME. I feel sorry for him in a roundabout kinda way. Am I jealous? .. Footnote: I’ve been barebacking more than usual over the last few months. Recently I tested NEG, so just deciding on to convert or not.
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I was in an abusive relationship, just not with my partner. Does that sound odd? I guess it does, and it was not a healthy relationship. It also led to my becoming positive and my partner as well. Where do I start? I was in my mid 20’s and had been with my partner Luke for more than 5 years. (He was 18 years older than I.) I had always been attracted to masculine older men and I was pretty mature for my age. I wasn’t in a monogamous relationship per se, but the rules were pretty clear—no fucking without a rubber, no sex with guys we knew, be discreet and so on. Mostly I liked to watch guys beat off at a local bookstore and occasionally suck some dick, although I didn’t suck off guys. Then I met David. David was mid 40’s, swarthy, cocky, hairy and had a blunt thick dick. I met him at the bookstore and after cruising each other, he got me in a larger booth. I didn’t usually do that—I preferred glory holes as they gave me more control. David seemed to get me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with from the beginning. He pushed me to my knees and unzipped before commanding me to suck his big dick. I’ll admit I was excited as it was a big one and I kind of got off on his dominate attitude, but he wouldn’t let me get up from my knees. Indeed, I never stopped sucking until he had me swallow every drop of his load. I coughed and gagged a bit as it was a big load and he just rammed it down my throat despite my request that I not go that far. He said I was trainable and I should call him—he gave me his private number. I told him I was in a relationship and he just smirked and said I was now in a different type of one and he expected me to call. I didn’t call for several weeks. I wasn’t going to except I came across his number in my jacket and I was horny…I figured a little phone sex wouldn’t hurt. Well, we talked and he told me he wanted a boy he could use on a regular basis. I whacked off to our talk and played along with what he suggested saying that was secretly what I wanted as well. I said I’d call sometime soon to set something up and didn’t think anything more about it. I was sure surprised when David called me at home a few days later saying I better set our first play session up soon or he would have to talk to my partner about things. Shit! David had caller ID—something that was relatively new at the time. Against my better judgment, I set up a mid afternoon session at his work the next day. David worked for a large family business that managed a huge apartment complex in a nearby suburb. This meant he always had an unoccupied apartment for his use and a small gym near his office. I tried to set limits from the beginning, but he just moved them around or ignored them. By the end of our first session it was clear he wanted to use me regularly: that his seed was never “wasted” and his word was to be obeyed. Even though it was more than I wanted to do, I ate his hairy ass that first session, massaged him and sucked him off. Session by session David drove me down. He mixed demands with praise, and was not above threatening blackmail if I disobeyed. In fact, he photocopied my driver’s license while I waited naked for him in the gym sauna. (I had placed my clothes and wallet in a locker at his command over the phone and his lock was ajar and ready to secure it) I didn’t know that until a bit later when he started fucking me with just spit for lube. It started with condoms, but after a short while he started demanding it raw. Hell, I had been seeing him for less than 2 months a few times a week and he wanted to start to fuck me raw! He had paperwork to show he was negative, but I was very leery of crossing this line. He said I didn’t have to, but if I said no, I would be punished. I got my first bare ass spanking that day and was sobbing by the time he was done. I heard a click and heard him chuckle as he took a photo of my cheery red ass. I started to complain and he just spanked me harder and said my face wasn’t showing, bitch! David constantly drove the level of servitude up. I called at set times, set up an appointment and did as he told. It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t hot, but I wasn’t into being a slave and that was what he wanted. Sometimes he left a key to an apartment under a particular rock in his apartment complex and I would go to that apartment and get naked and wait for his arrival—frequently waiting longer that I wanted to. Then he added a blindfold to the routine and later earplugs so I couldn’t hear him come in. We were now at the 3+ month point when he announced that I was going to take his cum up my ass that day. (I was expected to be “prepared” to get fucked every time we met up.) He threw a folder down at me and in it was my photocopied driver’s license, photos he had taken of me when my ears were plugged and eyes blindfolded. Did my partner want to see these, David asked? I was speechless! He told me to lie on a weightlifting bench on my stomach. (The locker room was closed for “cleaning”.) I was crying as he spit on my ass and took me raw. It was rough and essentially rape, but I took it as there wasn’t another alternative. He wouldn’t cum without me begging for it and I think he totally got off breaking my safe sex vow between my partner and I. Step by step my limits were dashed—swallowing cum on command, taking cum up my ass and now he said it was time to start swallowing his piss. I had never done that for anyone, but with his spanking as motivation, I was now trained at doing that. You may wonder what this was doing for my love life at home? Well, Luke usually instigated sex and I always did my best to please him. Nevertheless, there was a growing wall between us due to self-esteem issues from my “training”. Luke LOVED his ass eaten deeply and for long periods of time. It was our foreplay almost every time we had sex. I had confessed my routine to David and he wanted to bring Luke down with me, I guess. After a month of taking David’s loads up my ass, he said it was time for my “pussy boyfriend” to take David’s load up his ass, too! I was dumbfounded! Luke was a top, and shy of drugging him, how the hell was David going to cum up Luke’s ass?? David was nothing if not inventive. He told me to push his cum out of my ass into my hand each night he bred me, then lick up his spooge and tongue fuck it into Luke. If I did this, he would let me cum with Luke, otherwise I would have to abstain from cumming except when David allowed it. As wrong as this was, I loved eating Luke’s firm hairy ass and I could usually open his ass pretty deep with my tongue. I would spread his ass and clamp my mouth to his ass when it was relaxed and open and push David’s cum in his ass with a combination of spitting and tonguing it in. It really turned David on to hear about this and I got lots of praise for marking my partner’s pussy with David’s virile seed. I’ll admit it, I got off on this despite it being nasty and taboo—maybe I liked it because it was so wrong. Maybe I was just at a point in my life where I was broken down. The biggest demand from David was now that he wanted to mark me as his property. He would pay to tattoo his initials on me somewhere it couldn’t be seen…around my ring finger under the ring Luke had given me, in my hairline somewhere, under a toe, etc. I drew the line at this. I told David I had already given him my servitude, but as he wasn’t supporting my financially in any way, he didn’t own me that way. David said he wanted to mark me as his and would put his thinking cap on for other alternatives. I guess at the 6 month point he got inspired. The next time I saw David he wasn’t alone. His good friend Barry was there with a boy and David said he wanted to have sex with me as Barry did his boy. David kept asking me what I thought of his buddy and wasn’t he hot. Well, Barry was hot! There was some quality about him beyond his physical charms that really called to me. I admitted my attraction for Barry to David and rather than being jealous, David seemed really pleased. “I think Barry should spend some quality time with us” was David’s comment. I wasn’t surprised to see Barry at our next session. He was also alone. I serviced David while Barry watched and encouraged me. I really liked Barry’s voice, hot body and open face. There really was something about Barry that I wanted. I asked David if I could suck Barry and he said you’ll be doing more than that soon! Barry ended up jacking off while French kissing me and David marked my ass with his big load. I wished it was Barry who had bred me. Barry was at the next session, but not before David had a little chat with me. “I have decided to give up tattooing you as a means of showing ownership.” David announced. “What I want instead is for you to give yourself to my buddy as a way of showing your obedience to me. I want Barry to mark you as I have and expect you to show him the same respect by asking for him to mark you and claim your ass.” I didn’t say anything so David grabbed my head and looked me in the eyes. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let another man breed you so I will know that you are willing to put my desires ahead of your limits?” I stared in David’s hard eyes and said nothing. “Do you need motivation?” David asked. I thought about how hard he would spank me this time and just shook my head no. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let Barry mark you because I have told you that I want it?” I simply shook my head yes and David cooed “good boy!” I was naked when Barry arrived. David seemed happier than I had ever seen him. He instructed me to start at Barry’s toes and worship his body. I’ll admit that I didn’t need much coaching. Barry touched me constantly and stared in my eyes with approval. His nods showed satisfaction and I wanted nothing more than to please him. Barry was David’s age, had a masculine barrel chest and slight beer gut with muscle underneath. He was hairy, balding, with soft brown eyes that seemed to look right through me. I guess I’d say he was my physical ideal and while he was totally masculine and in charge, I did not feel belittled or lessened by servicing him. I felt validated and complete. Truth be known, Barry was a daddy, not a master and that was what I wanted more than anything in the world. Barry softly moaned as I took his thick dick in my mouth. It was a bit of a struggle taking him to the root as he was a generous 8” long at least. He leaked precum like a sieve and it was crystal clear and sweet. I loved licking his nuts and watch a small string of pearl-like string of his precum fall from his piss slit. Barry moaned when I stuck my tongue out to capture his essence and smiled at me. I found myself melting. I didn’t pay attention to David photographing my session with Barry. When Barry kissed me I knew that I wasn’t going to back down. While David wanted me to do this to show my obedience to him, I was going to do this because Barry was what I wanted. After a blissful hour of pleasuring Barry and receiving the feedback that a boy but not a slave needs, I didn’t mind David saying it was time. David marked me first by pounding a load into me while I got my throat reamed by Barry. “Tell Barry what you want as a sign of your servitude to me” demanded David. I looked Barry in the eyes and said: “Barry, I want you to mark my ass with your seed as a means of me showing that David has ownership and control of me. David wants me to take your breeding and I want it, too.” David asked Barry if he was satisfied and I saw a troubled look cross Barry’s face, then he nodded. Maybe Barry didn’t want me, or didn’t want to do this because of David’s wishes. I was confused so I just looked down, Barry walked me away to another room, surrounded me in a bear hug and whispered if I really wanted to do this for David. I whispered that I did, then I told him that I really wanted this for myself, that he was the man I wanted and I hoped he would do me the honor of marking me as his own because I wasn’t doing this for David anymore. I guess Barry could see the sincerity in my eyes because he just stared in my eyes and then nodded yes. If you really want to be bound to me this way and you give me your consent, I’ll mark your ass as mine and you will belong to me, not David. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him as tight as I could and thanked him for his understanding. My breeding was so unlike any David had given me. Although I was well lubricated with David’s seed, this fuck was about Barry and me. David wanted me on my back so he could look in my eyes and kiss me. It felt like being cherished instead of being used. My dick was rock hard and dripping as Barry slide inside me. He fucked me masterfully, but also with real passion. I wasn’t being used; I was becoming part of Barry. I never heard the camera clicking and David’s words to Barry to breed my ass and so on were just background noise. Sweat was dripping upon me from Barry and he asked me again and again if I wanted this. My pleading seemed to ignite something inside him. His fucking was now rutting and I mewled and begged him to give it to me. “I can’t stop it now, boy! I am breeding you and making you mine!” I cried out as I convulsed in an orgasm to beat all orgasms with my hands holding on to Barry in a death grip. My ass squeezed with my ejaculation and Barry’ rammed in as deep as he could go at that point and planted his seed deep in me. I swear time stood still for a moment and I held Barry against me tight and thanked him over and over again as I rubbed his sweat-slick back and kissed him a hundred times.. After Barry left, David said he was proud of me and thanked me for doing that for me. I never said who I had done it for and I was afraid he would know so I just looked down as usual. David said nothing has changed from your assigned protocol—I want you to seed your boyfriend’s pussy with both of our loads. I nodded. David was hard again as he told me how hot it was to see me get nailed by Barry and take his seed. He jacked off in my mouth as he said that we were going to need to play with Barry again and soon so David could know that I was forever marked as his. I just thought whatever, I was going to take Barry again to satisfy me and I was thinking about Barry as David made me drink his cum. I didn’t feel bad with Barry in my head. Barry was a frequent guest in our playtime and each time only seemed to strengthen our connection. Each evening after taking David’s load first and then Barry’s, I got as much of their seed into my partner as I could. At about my 9th month with David I called to say I wasn’t feeling good and to my surprise, David gave me time off from seeing him. He asked questions about how I was feeling and it wasn’t exactly concern I was hearing in his voice. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but he seemed pleased, almost. David was never a sensitive sort so I ignored it. I was sicker than a dog for a week After a few weeks I returned to servicing David and to my disappointment, Barry wasn’t there. I asked David in a way that I hoped wouldn’t get me punished, but David said that Barry had done his job and he didn’t need his services anymore to mark me. I asked David what he meant by Barry ‘doing his job’ and David just smirked. “I think it is pretty obvious” stated David. I just stared at David with an obviously confused look so he continued. “I told you I wanted you marked as my property. You refused my reasonable request to create a subtle tattoo so I had to think outside the box. I wanted you permanently marked and if I couldn’t do it externally, I thought I should do it internally.” I still wasn’t following. David explained “I love marking your ass with my seed, but as often as I do it, I know my seed is pushed out of your body quickly enough. My buddy Barry has seed that can bond with you and remain a part of you forever. I made sure you had his seed often until I know that it took,” A chill went down my back and I felt sick to my stomach. “Barry is poz???” I asked. “He sure is!” David boasted. I started to cry and David said I was now permanently marked as his and he would use me as long as he wanted. I sobbed that he wouldn’t get away with this, but David just played a cassette tape of me asking to be bred by David. He had also discreetly set up a video cam and it sure looked like I wanted to get pozzed by Barry. I had been played perfectly by David and I hung my head in shame. I hit rock bottom when my partner Luke got “the flu” shortly afterwards. At David’s command I had willingly seeded his ass numerous times with Barry’s toxic cum. I didn’t know what to do when luck brought Barry to me. I was at an AIDS fundraiser at the Eagle and there was Barry in leather never looking better. I felt tears well up and I sniffled if I could have a word with him in private. I told Barry what had happened and asked if he was a part of David’s deception. The strong gentleness I had always known from Barry melted away leaving a pissed off man in his place. He swore he only did what he did because I wanted it. He gave me his number and asked me to call him next week. He also kissed and hugged me and promised he would handle this for me—whatever that meant. A week later I met Barry at his house. He had a box with all the blackmail items and a large settlement from the apartment complex that David ran for both Luke and I. He also said David had been suitably punished. I asked how and Barry said he had beat the shit out of David for starters. Luke forgave me for falling into David’s web and I got permission to be Barry’s boy. It turned out that Luke liked Barry and respected him for stepping forth to make amends. I have been in a three way relationship ever since and we are all a family and we all share Barry’s DNA within us. 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[Just tonight I found this story on my hard drive, I can't recall where I originally downloaded it. Unfortunately, its only Part One, whoever wrote it never finished it. Be that as it may, its not a bad story, so here it is . . . ] I remember the first game of the league playoffs like it was yesterday. At just age 18 I had made it into one of the most popular soccer teams and the British league. I had known I was gay since I was at least 12, but no one on the team knew, or so I thought. The guys on our team for the most part were drop dead gorgeous. Girls from all over would flock to our hotel rooms, trying to get a peek at our bods or least have a conversation with one of the guys. The girls thought I was pretty handsome, and I did the best I could to keep them entertained in the sight of my buddies. Our first league game was a roaring success. We crushed our competition, and we were invited to a kick ass party at the hotel. While in the shower room I noticed the team manager and a few of the senior players shoulders all had the same, very strange tattoo: it was a red biohazard sign with some Celtic designs. Being a rookie, I had not showered with the guys before. I was quite blown away by what I saw. Jason, the team captain, was covered in body hair. His hair was so thick on his chest that I couldn't even see his nipples through it. Hanging between his legs was a long, thick uncut dick. The head of his cock was hidden beneath a very long loose puckered foreskin. The hair on his legs was thick and black like the hair on his head. Kyle, Jason's best friend, was almost hairless. He had hair on his head, and a little under his arms but the rest of his body was shaved. His nipples were beautiful golden brown circles that appeared to be chewed on or least pumped up. Unlike Jason who kept his foreskin pulled over his dick, Kyle was careful to keep his skin pulled back bunched up behind the head of his cock. You could tell he really cared about keeping it clean and dry. His abs were very well pronounced, and the veins in his legs and arms popped around his muscles. Ian, an up-and-coming future captain, was Hispanic and imported to our league. His body was covered with tattoos. Mostly of Hispanic nature, except for the red biohazard tattoo that he and the other two shared. Ian was not very hairy, just possessing a treasure trail and some fairly bushy armpits. The cock between his legs however was amazing. It looked like someone stretched a brown vein laden foreskin over a beer can. After several knowing glances were exchanged between my teammates I realized I was busted. They had caught me staring and by the looks on their faces it seemed like they were approving of my attention. "Eric, great game man," Jason said as he crossed the shower room and patted me on the back. "Yeah, way to kick some ass man." Ian congratulated as he punched me on the arm. "Bet the bitches would love to get a hold of this piece of rookie meat!" Kyle said as he grabbed my dick. I try to move away but Ian and Jason held me in place. "Dude, it's ok man." Jason whispered in my ear, " we know you're gay, and so are we. We even have our own little club, and we fuck around … a lot." After a few moments of cock stroking, I relaxed and gave in to the pleasurable hand job I was receiving. The guys began chewing on my neck and my dick sprung to its full 8 ½ inch glory. The guys stopped their assault abruptly, rinsed off and headed to the locker room. I hung back in the shower completely amazed at what had just happened. I had been fantasizing about having sex with these guys but thought I had no chance since they were all pussy pounding straight guys. I was so horny and wanted to masturbate right there in the shower so that I could have a good time at the party. I had only just begun jacking off when Jason peeked into the shower. "Come on you bloody wanker, hands off the dick and get dressed. We have a party to get to." Reluctantly I stopped my self abuse and went to the locker room to get dressed. The guys were gone by the time I finished, so I headed off to the party alone. The bar was absolutely packed. The entire team, most of their girlfriends, and half the tarts in the city were all there chatting, flirting and seducing anyone within reach. It was hard to hear yourself think, more or less have a decent conversation with anybody at the bar. I decided to grab a drink and head to the table in the corner of the room out of the way so that I could ponder what had just happened in the shower room. After a few moments of solitude, Jason, Kyle and Ian came strutting towards my table. They were wearing tailored suits, and looking absolutely hot. Drinks in hand, they surrounded me in the booth. We shot the shit for a while, talking about our conquests, growing up gay, and the pressures of hiding our sexuality from the team. I found out that most of the team knows about these guys, but are afraid to say a word because of getting their asses kicked both on and off the field. "You guys mentioned you had your own club, what kind of club is it?" I asked, after having several rounds of alcohol. They looked at each other somewhat apprehensively then seemed to nod in approval that they would let me in on their little secret. "You see this symbol," Jason nervously whispered as he lifted his sleeve, "that's the membership symbol for our club. We can have sex with who we want, when we want and how we want without any regrets or reservations." "That's right," Kyle chimed in, "we'll have sex with anybody, any time just for the hell of it. We have nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain." "Nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain?" I asked. "What the hell does that mean?" "We can't talk about it here," Jason said, "let's go back to your hotel room and we'll talk there but hear this, if you tell anyone anything about what we talk about, you will regret it. We will hunt you down, and make you eat your words. To you understand?" "Sure," I said "let's ditch this place and go back to my room." As soon as my hotel door closed, all three of my teammates began to attack me. Kyle was chewing on my ears and my neck, Ian stood behind me and ran his hands up and down my rib cage and under my arms. Jason got on his knees and began to undo my belt and trousers. "Damn Eric, this is really nice." Jason said as he pulled my uncut cock from my underwear. With that he began sucking on my dick. The feelings were fucking awesome. I was being chewed on, rubbed and sucked on altogether. The more I moaned or rocked in pleasure the harder and more in earnest the guys worked on me. Eventually after a shirt flew this way and a pair of pants flew that way everybody was naked. I noticed again the beautiful red tattoos that the guys had on their shoulders. It brought me back to earth and so I asked again. "So tell me," I asked "nothing to lose, only pleasure to gain. What is this club all about?" Jason pulled himself off my cock and stood up to answer the question. His mouth was quickly replaced by Ian's. It was hard to concentrate on the story, but I did my best to keep up. "Well you see," Jason seductively explained, while his friends pleasured my body, "we all have a special gift, a gift that allows us to live life to its fullest. A gift that brings with it unlimited sex, lust and power." Kyle moaned at that and dropped to his knees behind me and began to eat my ass. As soon as my eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure Jason continued. "The special power we have is that we're Poz, we have aids and we celebrate our oneness by sexual debauchery." I moaned, licked my lips and rocked my hips as I processed the information. Then it hit me. "Oh god," I said as I pulled away from them and backed into the corner. "Oh my fucking god. You guys are trying to kill me. Why would you want to do that? You're sick and twisted." "That's not true my friend," Jason said. "First of all, you can't get aids from getting your dick sucked or your ass eaten. Second of all, were not trying to kill you. We want to give you life. A life without fear, hesitation or regret. Just endless sex with anyone you choose knowing that it's ok. You can't be hurt because once you have the gift no one can take it from you. Life becomes a celebration of pleasure. Every day, another chance to enjoy the feelings someone else can give you. We could do that to you Eric, all you have to do is ask." "Fuck no," I shouted "you guys are fucking sick." "Suit yourself man," Jason said, "but I’m fucking horny, so my boys and I are going to play." Reluctantly, I sat down on one of the beds and watched the scene as it played out before my eyes. Jason's uncut cock had grown to about 9 inches. His foreskin was still bunched around the head of his dick. Kyle went to his knees in front of Jason. This seemed to drive them both wild. They both licked in earnest until Jason's dick was wet with spit. When they were finished Ian and Kyle got their feet and all three shared a wet kiss. My cock was rockhard and dripping with pre-come. Hard as I fought it, I had to admit that my buddies piggy actions were turning me on. Kyle lay on his back and pulled his legs up in the air as Jason knelt on the floor and began to lick his ass. "Fuck yeah Jason," Kyle barked, "tongue my hole man. Eat me good!" Kyle winced and weathered as Jason's stubbly face worked itself in out and around his hole. "You want me to fuck you?" Jason demanded" you want me to load your ass up? Tell me, what do you want boy!" "Fuck me hard Jason," Kyle panted "knock me up with that toxic load man." Jason lined his cock up to Kyle's ass hole and then looked over at Eric. "Hey Eric, you watching this?" Jason asked. "No condom, guess what that means? Make sure you watch his face when I re- infect him. Nothing feels more satisfying than popping a Poz load." Kyle winced and moaned as Jason's long death pole pushed past his rosebud. Kyle's eyes were a mixture of pain and lust as he turned his head to me and locked eyes. In spite of myself, I grabbed my cock and began beating off watching Kyle get fucked. My cock was slick with pre-come, and the sounds and smells of the room had me on edge. Ian, who had been standing by watching, climbed onto the bed and straddled Kyle's torso facing Jason. As Jason neared busting his nut, Ian let out a steady stream of piss. He aimed for Kyle's ass hole, getting it all wet and then he traced up Jason's torso, dousing his hairy pelt and then aiming directly into Jason's mouth. Jason choked and swallowed then his face went all tense as he shot his poison load into Kyle's ass. Ian went crazy, half drowning Jason in piss till his orgasm subsided. After finishing his piss, Ian took Jason's place and began pushing his beer can cock into Kyle's used fuck hole. "Ouch," Kyle screamed, "you're fucking tearing me apart! Ian took this cue to began pounding in earnest. Kyle's reactions went from pleasure to pain, moments of ecstasy to moments of agony. "Look at Eric," Jason told Kyle, "he's hot for it man. Look at him stroke that neg cock. Ain't it fucking beautiful." "You want him to suck it," Jason asked me, "don't you pussy boy?" My head was reeling, but all I could think was yes, yes I did want Kyle to suck me. Without even realizing that I was doing it, I got off the bed and walked over to my teammates, cock in hand ready to get a blow-job. Just as Kyle's tongue hit the tip of my horny cock, Jason shoved me back onto my bed. "Fuck off, you pussy wanker," Jason shouted at me, "you are not man enough to play with the likes of us." With lots of moaning and grunting, Ian shot his load way up inside of Kyle's ass. Even though I was angry at Jason's rejection, I was still very hot and horny. Jason returned to the floor next to Ian and they took turns eating their combined loads from Kyle's ass, sucking his cock, and kissing each other. Watching the bugged cum ooze from Kyle's whole onto Jason and Ian's tongues was mind numbing. Kyle began bucking his hips violently and piston fucking his cock in and out of Jason's mouth. With a mighty yell Kyle blasted his bug juice between Jason's lips. Proud and satisfied, Jason walked over to my bed. He opened his mouth and showed me a mouth full of Kyle's seed. He then took hold of his dick, skinned back his foreskin, and let loose a ******* of warm piss all over me. "Open up, pussy boy" Jason yelled as his piss stream assaulted my face. Scared and turned on, I opened my mouth and took his urine. As I swallowed his piss, and I busted my load all over my abdomen. "Now lay there all-night and wallow in that mess" Jason commanded me. "Oh, and don't worry chicken shit, my urine was clean." Rather than going back to their rooms or even showering, all three snuggled into the other bed. They seemed to enjoy the fact that it was soaked with piss and come. I tossed and turned all-night long. All I could think of was how hot the scene was that had played out all night. All that seemed to matter to me was gaining Jason's approval. He had showed me how hot their play could be and had marked me as his own territory with the gift of piss. After several dreams about Jason rejecting me from their sex play I decided I had to get in. I realized that I truly wanted to be one of them. The thought of them Pozzing me up seem to become more and more the right answer for me. In desperation, I went through my gear bag, and pulled out a grease pencil that we use to blacken our eyes during sunny games. Using a fresh athletic shirt, I wrote "Please Poz this bitch" on the back and then drew an arrow toward my negative ass. I then pissed on the front, soaking it down and put it on. Then on my knees, I laid crossed the bed with my ass in the air waiting for them to wake up. It was about 6 a.m. When Jason finally got up to take his morning piss. "Well fuck me up boys," Jason shouted as he woke up the other teammates. "Guess who wants to get gifted." The guys woke up and slowly figured out the matter at hand. "The cunt wants to get Pozzed guys. I knew he would come around." Jason celebrated. On Jason's cue, all three let loose with *******s of piss, soaking me, their pre-initiate head to toe. I moaned as their warm love liquid poured all over my body. I was beginning to accept what was about to come, my initiation and conversion to their way of life. They helped me to my feet, ripped off my shirt and bent me over the bed. "Get his shaving kit and grab his toothbrush." Jason instructed Ian. I was really curious why Jason would need my toothbrush. At first I thought he was insinuating that I had bad breath. The reason became apparent however when I felt the bristles of my toothbrush being worked around my asshole. I clamped my hole shut tight so that he couldn't hurt me. "Come on Eric," Jason whispered, "let the toothbrush in. I'm going to work it around inside you. This way we can be sure that we don't waste our precious Poz cum. You to want to be one of us don't you?" "Yes," I sobbed, as he penetrated my ass and began irritating my membranes. Ian and Kyle began licking and biting my nipples and body as Jason continued his toothbrush assault. "Okay," Jason said, "turn him over. As team captain I'm going to tap his negative ass first. Jason lined his unwashed cock up to my ass hole. He shoved the entire length into me all at once, no mercy, no warning. I screamed in pain and fear knowing that his lethal cock was now shoved into my bloody ass ready to bring me down "I’m in," Jason teased seductively "I’m Poz, your bloody, and I’m in. Are you ready to become one of us? Are you ready to incubate my butt babies inside you forever? Are you ready to be one with us in our Poz brotherhood?" Reason began to kick in and I started to cry uncontrollably. I shook my head yes, and Jason yelled "speak! Tell me what you want!" "I want to be yours," I sobbed "I want to be part of the brotherhood. I want to be Poz! I need to be Poz please, please I beg of you, Poz me now!" My brain was telling me to stop them, don't let this happen, yet with my words I sealed my fate. "We love you," Jason chanted "and we will give you your wish. As I cried to myself, Jason began to tenderly rock his pole back and forth inside my bloody ass. He breathed steadily as his momentum built. I was so scared I couldn't move. Knowing what was about to happen to me terrified me so much. I was going to be converted, I was going to die. Yet deep down inside I also knew how much I wanted it and how happy I would be in their good graces. "Here it comes," Jason said triumphantly as he began pumping his hot Poz death cum inside me. I could feel the warmth of his load as it coated the inside of my own bleeding rectum. He slowly pumped his shaft around inside of me, working his gift deeper and deeper into my negative ass. "Just remember," Jason whispered "I was your first Poz load. I own you. I am your true bug daddy!" To be continued...
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