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Kevin was a little nervous as he took the elevator up to Mike's apartment. His buddy had messaged him the day before about a last-minute surprise party he was throwing for a friend, and really thought Kevin would have fun. He said there would be about 15 guests, mostly guys in their 50s and 60s, so Kevin would definitely be the youngest guy there. He had just turned 28 the month before. That appealed to Kevin, who was really into older men. He hadn't been to a play party in awhile. But since he wouldn't know anyone except Mike, he was uneasy about what to expect. Mike opened the door and greeted him with a big smile. "Kevin, you made it!" he said, throwing his arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. The party was already underway, with loud music playing and about a dozen men standing around drinking and talking. It was definitely an older crowd, with most of the men having grey beards and wearing leather vests and pants. Most of them were bears, which was Kevin's favorite type of man. Mike handed Kevin a drink and walked him around, introducing him to the other guests. Kevin attracted a lot of flirting, with guys saying how cute he was and hoping he was a bottom, which made Kevin laugh. He certainly was a bottom, he told them, which made each of them even more flirty. "Oh, I want your ass first!" said a man named John, slapping Kevin's butt for emphasis. About a half hour passed and the party was really getting started. Most of the guests had taken off their shirts, and some were down to their jocks. The liquor was flowing and some of the men were doing cocaine and ecstasy. Some of the men had drifted into Mike's bedroom, where he had a sling set up next to his bed. "Come on, Kev," said Mike, waving toward the bedroom. Kevin followed and saw that the sling was already in use, with two bears fucking loudly. Other guys had paired off and were kissing and groping each other. There was a pile of leather clothing in the corner. By this time, Kevin was getting pretty drunk. As soon as he entered the bedroom, guys began coming over and fondling him. He took off his shirt and immediately felt a pair of hands on his chest, pinching his nipples. All the attention gave Kevin a big boner, which several men commented on. Now there was about five men surrounding Kevin, groping his ass and crotch through his jeans, kissing him. He was the center of attention, and liked it. He didn't stop one of the men from undoing his jeans, and in a few minutes Kevin was totally bare assed. One of the bears was on his knees, sucking Kevin's cock. By now, everyone had entered the bedroom and was either watching Kevin or grabbing his ass, cock or balls. The two bears had finished fucking each other, so the sling was available. Almost before he knew it, Kevin was in the sling, his feet up in the straps, men surrounding him and tugging at his big erection. It all seemed like a hazy dream to Kevin. He had been drinking a lot and had lost his inhibitions. He hadn't expected to be getting all this attention, but was loving every bit of it. One off the men was kissing him roughly, probing his mouth with his tongue. Kevin closed his eyes when another man began licking his hole and fingering him. John, the guy he had first talked to, thrust a container of poppers under Kevin's nose. Kevin opened his eyes and saw a 60ish bear rubbing a cock against his hole. The man wasn't wearing a condom and Kevin thought about saying something, but by now the guy had already penetrated him and Kevin thought, "Fuck it." Everyone was watching him getting fucked now. Kevin was in complete sensory overload, his stiff cock leaking precum, which one of the men was licking up. Hands were pinching his nipples, mouths were sucking his toes. The smell of poppers was overpowering. Sweating, naked men were shouting and cheering over the throbbing music. The bear fucking him yelled, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" He pulled out and shot his load over Kevin's ass. As the semen dripped down over Kevin's hole, another bear took his place and slurped up the cum, then came over and let it slide off his tongue into Kevin's waiting mouth. In the back of his drunken mind, Kevin regretted that he hadn't told the bear to wear a condom. But at the same time the idea of getting fucked bareback was exciting. Kevin even felt a little sorry that the guy hadn't shot his load into his hole instead of pulling out. Seconds later, another cock was inside Kevin's ass. It didn't take long before the guy was shouting that he was going to cum. This time, he stayed inside and spurted his semen deep inside Kevin's ass. The other men cheered and a little smile crossed Kevin's face. The next hour was a blur as one man after another took turns fucking Kevin. A guy named Jack pumped his load into Kevin's rectum, then walked around the sling and offered his sloppy cock for Kevin to suck. He opened wide and cleaned off the still-hard cock. Every guy who fucked Kevin after Jack did the same, with Kevin eagerly licking the cum still clinging to their dicks. He noticed that the jizz was now taking on a pink tinge, but he was too far gone to care. About a dozen guys had dumped their cum into Kevin's ass when John took his place in front of the sling. As John aimed his cock at Kevin's hole, he noticed a tattoo just above John's crotch. It was a biohazard symbol. Up until now, Kevin had just assumed that the men fucking him were HIV negative, but now there was no denying that he was about to be fucked by a poz man. Before he could think about protesting, John's massive erection was inside his sloppy hole. Kevin swayed back and forth in the sling as John rammed into him over and over again. Kevin noticed that his own cock was rock-hard and dripping as the thought of being pozzed drove him wild. Kevin waited anxiously for John's poz load to enter him. "Oh FUCK!" shouted John as he released his load deep inside Kevin. A second later, a thick rope of cum spurted from Kevin's own cock. He had never cum hands-free before, but the idea that John's HIV was entering his body was a huge turn-on for him. John brought his wet cock over to Kevin, who eagerly engulfed it in his mouth. Kevin recognized the metallic taste of blood mixed in with the semen as he cleaned John's cock. It was one of the most exciting moments of his life. Mike was the last man to fuck Kevin, who noticed that his friend also had the biohazard tattoo over his crotch. Mike's cum quickly joined the dozen other loads already inside Kevin's rectum. "You love having my poz babies inside you, don't you?" he grinned at Kevin. Exhausted but happy, the men lounged around Mike's apartment. Kevin was laying on the bed cuddling with John, cum oozing from his hole tinged with Kevin's blood. He had never felt better in his life, imagining the poz seed invading his body. The thought of being pozzed gave him another hard-on. "Mike, you told me this was a surprise party for a friend," Kevin asked. "Did he ever show up?" "Of course, silly! You were the friend. It's not just a surprise party, it's a conversion party and you're the guest of honor! Every guy who fucked you tonight has HIV, and most of us have detectable viral loads. Welcome to the club, Kev!" For a second, Kevin didn't know what to say. But he recalled a conversation he'd had with Mike a week ago, talking about pozzing and how it kind of turned him on to think about getting bred. Mike must have thought that Kevin was into the idea of becoming positive, and Kevin had to admit to himself that he was. "Of course, you can still do something about it, " Mike added. "Start on PEP tomorrow and it'll head off any infection. You have a couple days to decide." Kevin thought about it that night, but decided against taking PEP. He admitted to himself that he had fantasized about getting pozzed for a long time. He wanted to join the poz fraternity and never again have to worry about condoms or getting infected. It was a relief and exciting to finally be part of the tribe. A couple weeks later, Kevin tested positive for HIV. A month later, Mike invited him to another surprise party, and this time it was Kevin standing in front of the sling, injecting his poz seed into an eager young negative hole. Kevin was happy in his new life as an HIV-positive gift giver. He finally felt at home.
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It was my first time going to this party. While it wasn't advertised as a bareback party, I assumed some of the guys would fuck raw. Arriving at the front door, my stomach lurched with anticipation as I rang the door bell, honestly not sure if I really wanted to go through with this, however at that second the door opened and a hot boy of 6' maybe 160 pounds was standing in the doorway, his hard cock stuffed into a pair of tight undies. "Hi, there," he said as he gave me a quick kiss. I responded by groping him. I get undressed in the main room, I feel all these eyes on my 28 year old, 5' 9" 160 pound body. My cock immediately sprang to attention. Grabbing my poppers, I stepped into the main room, my 6 1/2 inch CEO leading the way. It was somewhat dark, still I could hear moans and grunts, as well as the sounds of cocks being sucked down a throat or two, but it I didn't get the impression anyone was fucking. A bit disappointed I stood in the midst of the attendees, as I stroked myself, watching the show. Directly in front of me was a big daddy who was facing a kneeling boy who was busy sucking daddy's cock. Daddy looked over, took my cock into his paw, and stroked me. Moving a bit closer to Daddy, I was not unhappy when Daddy pulled his boy off his cock and shoves his mouth down on me. The cocksucker's mouth was hot, wet and warm and man, he was an expert at deep-throating! Taking a hit of poppers, I felt Daddy come up behind me as he slid his big rigid cock against my crack. At this point the cocksucker's efforts felt real good, especially since a cock was probing my crack. Taking another big hit off my poppers, I felt Daddy's cock head rubbing my hole, trying to punch through. Daddy spat on his cock and tried again as the cocksucker reached between my legs and guided Daddy's big cock to my hole. Daddy's cockhead felt extra slick, which made me wonder of the cocksucker had added some of his spit (or precum) to make Daddy's entrance less difficult. Again I hit my poppers, and as I did so, Daddy's cock slid into my hole. Fuck, it felt so good. Reaching back, I gave his cock a feel, confirming Daddy was fucking me bare. I could knew he was deep into my body. Part of me wanted to panic and I likely made some move to slid off of Daddy, but the cocksucker wedged me into position so I couldn't extract myself. Daddy meanwhile whispered "Man, your ass feels amazing. My cock loves you," as he also encouraged me to take a few more hits of poppers. At this point I was super hard from the guy sucking me and getting really wet and loose from the cock sliding up my ass. While I was somewhat conflicted, but pleasure won out as the Daddy fucking me was really hitting my prostate and I almost came down the throat of the guy blowing me. Nevertheless I managed to hold off until I heard Daddy moan. Quite involuntarily my hole tightened which caused Daddy to again moan as he pulled my body in tight as his cock throbbed in my ass. I (and my ass) felt warm and fulfilled. This was something I had never done, I had never had a raw cock up my hole, nor had I ever actually been loaded. Immediately I recognized what I had been missing all these years. No sooner had Daddy withdrawn when the guy who had been sucking my cock took Daddy's place, sliding in without missing a beat. I remember thinking 'For a cocksucker this guy sure knows how to top', and after scarcely six strokes I felt his load join the Daddy's load. Yeah, the cocksucker had shot a huge load up my ass, so much that when he withdrew his cock was covered in slime and cum and ass juices were oozing down my thigh. Shaken a bit, and definitely high from the poppers, I slowly walked out of the room looking to grab a quick smoke, even as I noticed the atmosphere of the party was picking up. Noticing there wasn't a condom in sight, I commented as much to the houseboy. Laughing, he explained "The regular party was earlier this evening. It turned into a raw party around 11:00." It occurred to me his explanation made some sense, as earlier in the evening no one had been fucking, whereas, as best I could figure, I had been fucked by Daddy precisely at 11:00. As I thought about the houseboy's explanation when I felt fingers exploring my hole. It was the houseboy, sporting a big grin as he felt the loads up my ass. His eight incher was brushing against my thigh as he whispered "Your ass is wet and hot. Let me add my load." At this point I figured I was in for a penny, so I might as well go in for a pound, so I gestured towards the party room and moved in that direction. The houseboy's finger slid out of my hole but he made a show of licking it. My cock got even harder. As I walked in the room the mood had changed and guys were fucking and sucking like no tomorrow. Hearing a groan, I turned my head to see a guy's ass tremble as he unloaded in a hot Latin guy. I also heard the top whisper "Enjoy that dirty load," as he withdrew, stepping aside as another man took his place. All I could think was "I'm glad that isn't me." My senses were brought back to reality when I felt the houseboy come up behind me as he slid the head of his cock into my hole. Sliding back, I relished the sensation of his large balls on my ass. At that point he proceeded to ram me. His balls slapped my ass and I couldn't hold back and rammed back on his cock and tighten my hole. I guess I liked the loads squirting around and knowing I was getting this guy off. I feel his cock get harder and he groaned as he filled me up with his load. As he pulled out he said "I forgot to mention. This is also a pozzing party." With that he slapped my ass and walked out. With this realization I freaked but was harder than ever. I look over and that Latin guy was getting creamed again. Once the guy finished I walked over, scooped some of the cum from my ass, lubed my cock and rammed it in the guy. His hole was sloppy and wet. I just went for it and kept fucking. It didn't take me long and I just let loose with a huge load. I pulled out and saw my cock was covered in cum. After cleaning up my cock I went to my hole. Worried, I saw it was leaking pink cum. While freaked, I quickly accepted the reality of what I wanted, indeed what I was meant for. Three months later I tested poz. Since then I have been going to this party every weekend.
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Having advertised a POZZING PARTY, I had 4 guys cum over—2 POZ (self-included), 3 NEGS and 3 No-Shows. No one except I, as Host, was absolutely certain of each Reveler’s Status; and that I had to know, to guarantee fair treatment of the NEGS. The first guy to arrive, one of the NEGS, went down on me. We 69’d; and that's when Stud #2, a POZ Dude like myself, arrived. He got on his knees to rim the NEG’s Mancunt. That aroused the NEG, who deep-throated me insatiably. Ten minutes later, two other NEGS arrived, a Latino and a short fem Blonde. I told the former to lock the door, so we could go at each other uninterrupted. NEG #1, the one with whom I’d 69’d, announced he wanted to get fucked. That was all he had to say—because we literally dragged him down the stairs, and threw him in my Sling. One after another, we fucked his pretty bubble Butt, cumming inside him, Spooge spilling out onto the carpet. I whispered to the other POZ Dude to let the two NEGS have at him, so that the Hole we inherited would hopefully be well-used and abraded. I think he took the hint as to who was NEG and who was POZ. The Bottom moaned that he was gonna shoot. I shoved my oozing Dick between his lips. He groaned louder, arched his back, and shot his last NEG Load all over his chest! The two NEGS standing over him, creamed on his Pubes, while the POZ guy pumped his acrid Jizm up his Rectum. It was just too much for me to bear. I shot my POZ Seed deep down his gullet. I and the POZ Top slumped onto the Bottom in the Sling. The NEGS sat down. We were all spent. The NEG Latino guy announced he, too, wanted a Load up his Asshole. The four of us lined up to fuck him in the Sling. We alternated between biting his Nips, fucking his face, and making him eat our Pussies. Eventually he got a few loads, although not mine. After about 4 hours, and a couple beers each, the guys were pretty well exhausted. One by one they trailed off for home, except for the fem NEG Blonde. When we were alone he confided, ”I’ve always wanted to be raped.” "No problem," I said, recognizing that you can't really “rape” the willing. But I was more than willing to give it a shot. I led him down the stairs and handcuffed him. I had some rope hanging from the ceiling, and tied the cuffs to it, suspending him, his arms behind his back. He started to complain, so I grabbed an old jock strap and shoved it between his teeth. I punched him in the stomach (none too hard), lambasting him, “You’re my meat now! I couldn't care less how bad you feel!” I lubed up his Pussy with my special blend of butter-flavored Crisco, Baby Oil, and Ambusol (an over-the-counter toothache medication) and started fingering his Prostate, making his pretty Cock bounce hard as a rock. I progressed to 2 fingers, still working on his Prostate, making his Cock bob frenetically. When I went for 3 fingers, he started squirming and protesting. He flinched and groaned, and tried to scream through the fabric of the jock strap. When I inserted the 4th finger, he jumped sky high and got twisted up cause of the cuffs. I used my free hand to grab the Poppers bottle and opened it with my teeth. I held it to his nostrils for 15 seconds, force-feeding him an enormous hit. Intoxicated by the Inhalant, his Ass loosened up enough so I could get my thumb in, too. I grabbed the Crisco and relubed the portion of my hand that wasn’t up his Ass. Applying all the pressure I could muster, I shoved my Duke completely up his Pussy! He squirmed and twisted, trying to pull off. My primal instincts got the best of me. I didn’t give a shit whom or what got hurt. It was Him or Me—Do or Die, with Me Doing or Him Dying. I was determined to subjugate the Dude. "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY FUCKING FIST, BOY. LIKE IT OR NOT!" He was breathing really hard—almost hyperventilating. To my amazement, I was already in him up to my wrist! My Cock was raging. With my free hand I grabbed his Dick, which had gone soft, and jerked It rhythmically, while I plowed my other Fist in and out of his pretty blonde Manpussy. I wrapped my arm around him real tight and aimed my rock hard Cock at the Hole in which my digits were concealed. On the third attempt I got my Shaft in beside my curled up palm and his Ass Walls. He moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, but mostly pain. Once I got my Dick in him, I fucked him with a real fury! When I got pretty close, I wanted him to shoot. I love the feel of being inside an Ass when a Dude Cums. Makes me Cum, too. As my left hand jerked and yanked his Shaft, I fucked him with a vengeance. I felt his tension mount, his back arch, and his legs stiffen. I pumped till he began to yelp behind the Jock Strap. His Cock, by then as hard as any Shaft can get, bounced up and down and twitched maniacally as I jacked him off. Precum drooled through my fingers, as my other hand kept on drilling at his Hole while simultaneously my Cock slid in and out of him. He wailed with short, arrhythmic bursts. His Dickhead lurched as he shot his first wave of NEG orgasmic Nectar. I plowed his Ass, getting very close to spurting. His Cock kept on twitching with spirited thrusts, spitting out NEG ManJuice as I pumped It. I bawled that I, too, was gonna shoot. He ejaculated further. Our mutual Orgasms seemed to go on forever. I shot a huge diseased Load up his Ass, filling him with pure unmedicated Virus. Within him, I could feel the deceptive warmth of my cold contaminated Jizm as it splashed against my hand. NEG Cream dribbled down my wrist as his Rod spurted more unadulterated ManSeed with each convulsion. I teased his Cock Head with my fingernail, tantalizing him still further. I used my hand inside his Pussy to milk every drop of toxic Spooge from my sadistic Tool, spilling each and every septic Glob onto his Innards. Once our stores were mutually depleted, I withdrew hand and Shaft from his ravaged Pussy. When I untied the cuffs, he fell to the floor. I removed the jock strap. “MY GOD!” he bellowed, but before he could finish what he was saying, I shoved his face onto my Rod so he could drain the last remaining drops of Bug-Infested Semen. Once I was sure I had passed along all the Sick Spunk I had to offer, I grabbed the key. His wrists were raw, abraded by the cuffs; and I applied Absorbine Junior. That must have stung because he flinched. He stayed the night with me, and I fucked him at 3 more times before he left, each time ejaculating blighted Spooge into his Mancunt. He promised to Cum to my Party in December. Perhaps by then, he, too, will have something POZITIVE to offer.
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So I've been looking for someone to blindfolded me tied me and use my two wholes and invite as many poz’s guys to fuck me. 32 neg of my prep for 6 months already looking to maybe get a b/bump or sla this my number hit me up only serious people 3034348651
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It's been a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day, I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a hand-printed envelope on linen paper. I opened all the other mail first, saving the best for last. Inside was an invitation to a weekend party. It was from Tom, a guy I’d met at the baths. Tom was an easy-going sort, who made me to open up to him. Among other things, I admitted that I found conversion stories sexy and appealing. Tom told me he was POZ. By legal definition, he had AIDS, but to look at him you’d never know. Seeing him fucking and sucking at the baths made me want to be like him and POZ. I’d fantasized about getting AIDS and passing it to others, more than I cared to admit. Up till then my fantasies had been confined to my imagination. They could hardly have been otherwise, since I was neg. But now I had a invitation to a weekend party of his. It emphasized a group of “POSITIVELY-MINDED MEN,” and " BAREBACK SEX." No misinterpreting that. It was a Conversion Party. My dick was hard and dripping. No way could I turn that down. A weekend with a group of horny guys into HIV and AIDS! Fuck, yeah, I wanted to attend! The invitation was RSVP. I called Tom up and told him I was coming. The party was three weeks off. I daydreamed about it constantly, replaying my twisted fantasies in my mind. I told myself I was headed for a king-size let-down. But it could turn out to be the kind of sick symposium I’d dreamt about. The party was set for Friday night till Sunday noon. The invitation said clothing would be checked at the door, so I needn’t worry about what to wear. I'm decent looking guy and in good shape, so I didn’t expect I’d disappoint anyone. And, judging from what I’d seen at the baths, Tom’s tastes in men and mine were similar. The others in attendance would be at least a pleasant eyeful. I told my lover I’d be gone till Sunday noon. We have a really open relationship. We’ve teased each other about who’s the bigger whore, and who'd be the first to catch an STD and pass it to the other. I rang the doorbell, and this cute little guy about my age opened up. He was wearing only briefs, which did little to mask his heavy cock and balls. " I'm Mike. And you are?" "I’m Joey." He picked up a list of attendees. "Got it." He crossed off my name and pointed to a door. "You can undress in there, and I'll lock up your clothes and valuables. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been doing this for three years now and haven’t lost a hankie.” I entered the bathroom off the hall and slid out of my jeans, sneakers, and polo-shirt. The house was well-appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing only my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked no older than 20 or 21. His name was Sam. Mike introduced us . “Give me your briefs,” he said. "Everyone else is nude. I'm just wearing since I’ve got to answer the door." His extended hand waited for my underwear. The guys appraised me as I stripped. My dick had grown semi-hard, and Sam was titillated. "I gotta get a piece of that before I leave. Sure hope you’re one of those.” Sam entered the bathroom to undress, not closing the door as I had. Mike winked as he folded my clothes. I wondered what Sam meant by "one of those." Mike told me to go on back and join the others. “You won’t have any trouble finding them. Straight down the hall. Just listen for the music and the voices.” A dozen guys were lounging about, sitting, standing, lying, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. A quick assessment told me I'd been right. They were all quite nice. One guy was fiftyish, a daddy-type for sure. Another looked like a high school kid. And everyone else was somewhere in-between. But they had one thing in common. They were all appealing—good-looking, healthy (I supposed), sexy, American males. A couple of the guys came up and introduced themselves. One handed me a beer. Another pointed to the joints on the table. I noticed Sam, now nude, had entered and was socializing. Guys were still arriving. And some were getting pretty soused. Personally, I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed quickly took its toll. I suspected others were feeling likewise. About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest to arrive, because Mike, the greeter, came in behind him. Tom turned down the music and called for quiet. He welcomed everyone and said he was glad we could attend. "You all know what we’re here for, and that’s lots of good sex. But apart from that, I know a lot of you have personal objectives. You know who you are—so I won’t go into that. I hate to restate the obvious, but there are ground rules. Oral is okay, but stick primarily to fucking. Make sure when you cum, it’s in someone’s ass. . Switch positions often—and I don't mean missionary and doggie-style.” Guys giggled nervously. "I mean be top as well as bottom. Give as well as you get. Share your seed. Change partners often. Don’t do the same guy twice till you’ve done us all. Charge up as many guys as possible. Take as much ass-cum as you can. And anyone found in the possession of a condom will be asked to leave.” "There are 20 of us here, not counting me. 12 of you are neg, and 8 are poz. That puts the odds at 40% of taking a charged load. Don’t ask anyone his status nor reveal your own, which could change at any minute." I felt my knees go weak. This was a party planned around RAW FUCKING with guys into AIDS and HIV, an assemblage of Gift Givers and Bug Chasers. These guys, like me, were out to fuck and be fucked raw, HIV and AIDS be damned. "Don’t be too quick to wash the cum out of your ass. But bath and shower, replete with towels, are down the hall and on the right. There’s also the john where you came in and one downstairs. The den has porn vids running continuously. Same with the rec room in the basement. Both are good places to catch a catnap. You’ll find plenty of snacks in the kitchen, but please avoid that area between 7 and 8 AM and 4 and 5 tomorrow. That’s when the caterers come in. “As most of you know, there’s a variety of lube and weed and poppers at the bar. Do anything and anyone you like." Tom’s last risqué remark sparked a massive, marathon orgy. Guys were pairing up everywhere. They were piling onto couches and the pillows and mats that lined the carpet. A hungry hand groped my ass, and I turned around to find Mike, the greeter. "Ready for some action, stud?" His throbbing cock betrayed concupiscence. "Sure am." We wound our way past a maze of tangled bodies to a vacant mattress in the corner. He fell on top of me, and his dickhead probed my ass. He hastily smeared some lube on me, and used the rest to coat his cock. With two powerful thrusts he entered me then paused as I absorbed his fullness. Our lips connected; our tongues entwined. He slid his big dick in and out of me. He fucked with slow, deliberate strokes, almost entirely withdrawing before plunging in me to the hilt. I matched him stroke for stroke, meeting his invading shaft with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cream out of this man. I moaned in lust for the d-i-s-e-a-s-e. "Fuck me, Mike. I want it," I said between his thrusts. "What do you want, Joey?" he asked as he pulsed into me. "Tell me what you really want." "I WANT YOUR POZ CUM, MAN. I WANT YOU TO PUMP ME FULL OF H-I-V!" That sent him over the edge. His pounding became furious. "YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ TWISTED, MAN. YOU WANT MY VENOM IN YOUR ASS.” "Well take it, then!" "Shit, yeah, Mike. Cream my ass! Please shoot in me!" He lunged forth viciously as his thick cock spasmed in my hole. Hot blasts of noxious seed violated my guts. The deadly virus invaded me with every fiery jab. I ground my buttocks against him to absorb his lethal load. He stopped, hips jutted forward, his dick impaling me as far as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath. Quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious about being NEG. Don’t give it away. Everyone here wants POZ JIZZ, either to infect or reinfect them. Keep ‘em guessing. Don’t disappoint by letting them know you’re neg. You may not be much longer." With that he pulled out and wandered off, seeking someone else to poz or be pozzed by. I didn't waste time worrying about his status. If not him, then someone else would do me, I was sure. Ravenous, with unfulfilled carnality, I approached the bar in hope a beer might quench my prurient thirst. A fortyish guy did the same. After a minute of small talk, he cut to the chase. "You wanna fuck or be fucked first?" "I want to fuck you, dude,” I said. I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I cum." Unceremoniously we made our way to a mat, and he raised his legs to take my seed. I imagined I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was. Regardless, the tight mancunt beneath his balls proved a succulent receptacle. It didn't take me long to shoot. We traded places and his dick slid easily in my cum-lubed hole. As he drew close I licked the purple bruises on his neck. Wet with spittle they seemed to glow. KS lesions? Probably. The guy had AIDS. Suddenly inspired I pummeled my ass against his pubes to meet the penetration of his noxious cock. And when I felt him tensing, I ground my ass against him, to suck out every drop of toxic cum. He winked at me as he withdrew, but I clasped my hands behind his back and wouldn’t let him go. He knelt there, staring down at me, a cynical smile transfiguring his face. He held his right arm out to me, palm up and turned away, revealing a large lesion, halfway between his armpit and his elbow. He pressed it to my lips, and I began to lick and suck it till the skin around it reddened. He stood straight up, his ankles planted firmly against my ribs. His cock, now shrunken to a fraction of its former mass, spewed forth a golden stream aimed directly at my gaping mouth, but raining down on neck and shoulders, dribbling past my ears and pits, onto the surface of the rubber mat. The guys around us applauded. His defecation done, he set out in pursuit of other pleasures. Hastily I retrieved a towel to dry myself and the urine from the mat. From there, the party blurred—whether from the weed, or beer, or lack of nourishment, or merely from the aberrant thrill of being a participant in such decadent behavior—I cannot tell. For the next 36 hours I fucked and got fucked by guys at least as debauched as I. It became obvious, as time went by, from casual conversations and off-the-cuff remarks—I was in good company—with men as hell-bent on self-annihilation as myself. As the party went on and guys got spent. A lot of us were eating or dozing or merely watching, and only a few were actively fucking as the rest of us egged them on. When I fucked before the group, I heard them urge the top to poison me. I wondered if there was a single neg present who had escaped at least one charged load. I was soon to get an answer. Near noon on Sunday Tom had each poz guy stand up for accolades. 7 of my 15 loads were POZ. The second guy I’d fucked, the guy who pissed on me, actually did have AIDS. My rod ballooned as I as I recalled each episode. The young man, Sam, hadn't been so fortunate.. He was the sole participant who had managed to avoid every poz guy present. Defiantly, he lay down before the group and raised his legs. He dared any Giver to step forward and pump a charged load in him. Tom intervened before anyone could react. “Being poz the longest and having fucked the least, I figure I deserve first crack at you.” We all cheered as our host plowed into Sam. After Tom, a couple other poz guys mounted him, in what turned out to be, for Sam, a very effective climax. Tom reminded us that, in a week or two, we might get sick. He’d hosted these poz parties annually for the past three years, and we’d be invited back. He kept a roster of similar affairs with other groups and individuals. If anyone remained unconverted, a rematch was available, with himself or one of his poz buddies. He urged us lucky ones to share the seed, overtly or covertly. I took his words to heart. 12 days later I fell ill and stayed home from work. In the coming months I was a nervous wreck till I got my test results. . That evening I had my dick up my boyfriend’s ass as usual, in the intimate fuck you do with someone you've screwed a hundred times. "I got my test results back today." He flinched, but kept on fucking. "So you’re pozzing me?" "I guess." We kissed, as he pushed up to accept my jizz and welcome the inevitable. His acquiescence turned me on. I must have spewed a cup of venom into him.
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I went to Pig Week last year. I had been on PrEP for a while but part of me really wanted to get pozzed. I was sorta playing games with taking my PrEP – only taking it on days I went to the gym or took loads. My doctor wasn't happy about it, but I told him I took at least 4 a week, which is what they say gives you protection. Well, the week before Pig Week was busy and with Thanksgiving and getting stuff done, and I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale having only taken three the week before and none the last two days. Pig Week was scheduled to start on Saturday, but I got there the day before. I wanted to get things started off right with a gangbang in my motel. I billed it as a conversion party and told all the tops to pretend they were toxic, even if they weren't. I figured since I was on PrEP nothing would actually happen. Then again I hadn't taken my pills the last couple days, but that risk sorta turned me on. The gangbang went well. I had over a dozen guys show up I think. Since I was blindfolded I wasn't quite sure. I counted 15 times guys blew their load in my ass, but I'm pretty sure some of those were repeats. Their poz talk got pretty aggressive with the guys standing around egging whoever was fucking me to poz me. They kept going on about how toxic the loads were and that this was the night I was gonna become poz. I loved it and kept begging for their dirty loads telling them to knock me up and poz my hole. After the gangbang I was hungry for more, so I headed to Clubhouse II to take more loads. Stayed there about 3 hours and got 8 more loads. But even after 23 loads, I was hungry for more, so I headed to Slammer where guys loved my cummy hole and dumped 5 more loads in. It was the best night of my life, sexually, and I headed back to the motel on a high. I always take my PrEP before going to bed, so when I got back to the motel I grabbed the bottle and something seemed wrong. It was too light. I opened it and there were no pills inside. Just a note saying "Stop playing games. You clearly want to be poz, so just let it happen." I was a bit numb. There I was with 28 loads of cum in my ass, some of which was probably toxic, and I didn't have any PrEP, and hadn't taken any in a few days. There was nothing I could really do. I'd already paid in advance for most of the vacation. It's not like you can just go into the pharmacy and ask for more Truvada – even if I could get them to fill the script, it's really expensive (it's not like insurance was gonna pay twice for the same meds). But the note was right. I did wanna be poz. So as it all sank in I realized this was the week I was gonna become poz, so I might as well make the most of it. I went to bed pretty conflicted, but also sorta excited. I mean what better week to bug chase than Pig Week? That next week I went to every sex party I could. Basically I was a slut and spent every waking hour hunting for and taking dick and loads. I spent HOURS at the bathhouses. I think I took over 200 loads. I mean I literally let anyone and every one fuck me. A lot of the sex parties were filmed and I made a point of getting my face in as many shots as possible. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it right and become a public cumdump. I couldn't exactly say "poz me" in a porn video, so I'd say stuff like "Give me that dirty load", and "Knock me up Daddy!", and "Make me yours…" Some of the tops didn't get what I was trying to say, but a few clearly did. It seemed to really motivate them to dump their load in my ass. I think guys were talking behind my back as well, but I wasn't sure what exactly was being said of me. But I'd have these random guys show up at my door saying "I hear you're taking all loads – I wanna breed you" and then not take no for an answer. The last night this car pulled up as I was getting back to my motel. A hot daddy rolled down the window and said "get in, slut"… I recognized him from a couple of the parties. He'd dumped a few loads in me. I was wiped by this point, but didn't ask questions. I just got in. 15 minutes later we were at someone's house. There were a bunch of cars parked around it. We went in and in one room there was a bed and about a half dozen guys. I recognized all of them from the parties I'd been to, bathhouses, and even 1-on-1s at my room. Then one of the guys told me that one of the tops who was there had been at "my so-called conversion party" and noticed the Truvada in the bathroom and realized I was faking it. They were really glad I made the most of it and been a proper bug chaser the past 10 days. But since the PrEP was now probably out of my system, it was time to have real conversion party – the one I should have had at the beginning of the week. The guy also said that all the tops there had viral loads over 10,000, one had a viral load over a million. One of the tops even had a Truvada resistant strain – so even if I'd found a way to get more PrEP they would have made sure I wound up poz (they really don't like guys who do fake conversion parties). I knew it was actually more like 12 days I'd been off Truvada, and hadn't taken it every day before that. I doubt I had much of any protection – and here I was about to knowingly take toxic loads from a half dozen guys. This was my time to get pozzed… (If it hadn't happened already.) I got on the bed as instructed, on my belly, and each of the guys fucked me one after the other. About half the guys gave me a second load. There was a fair amount of poz talk, but it just didn't seem quite as necessary when you know it's the real thing. And the best part was they got it all on video. When it was over I laid there with 9 or 10 highly toxic loads marinating in my ass. A few of the guys stayed around. One told me they weren't done with me yet. They tied me to the bed face down so I couldn't roll over. "We don't want any of the loads coming out" was the explanation. Then another guy came into the room and pulled out a tattoo gun and proceeded to give me a biohazard tramp stamp. When he was done the host said "Now everyone will know you're a poz slut every time you bend over and you're shirt pulls up a bit. Every time you go to the beach, or change your clothes at the gym. You're a marked man now." I tried to sleep that night, but too many emotions were going through my head, and I couldn't really get comfortable since I was tied to the bed. Plus, every hour or two someone would come in and dump another load in me. So even if I was sleeping, I'd get woken up. But by that time they were actually a bit tender with me, calling me their "poz brother". Late the next morning they let me go with a warning – "Stay off meds for at least two years. We stole your PrEP, we'll find a way to steal your HIV meds if you go on them. Make us proud and pass on the strains we gave you! If you don't, we'll release the video of you begging to get pozzed." About a week and a half later I came down with the fuck flu. Pig Week had indeed made me into a proper pig! And there's videos of it all! If only guys knew that I was getting pozzed in those videos they're watching online… And the best part is I found out my strain is resistant to PrEP, so I can knock up Truvada Whores who think they're protected Gotta say, being poz is fun! I'm glad that guy stole my PrEP and made me embrace my destiny…
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Chapter 1 - Broken Promises In 2010, Conor fell in love. He was young, had never been in a relationship before, and simple fell head over heels with his boyfriend. They were two young guys living in the big city, and did everything together. It really seemed like it would never end. After all, first love is always forever, right? Conor was a sexual creature, though, and like in many relationships, after a few years the sex began to dry up. At that point, they agreed that it was okay to sleep with other people, as long as it was safe. It seemed to be working, for a while at least, but Conor's fantasies could never be satiated. The more that he found himself being restricted, the more he wanted the taboo. He realized he didn't want the men he was fucking to be wearing rubbers. As they were fucking him, he just wanted to scream "Breed me", "Fill my hole", and "Seed my guts". His tastes in porn were changing, and he could no longer watch porn that even briefly showed a condom. Then, in 2013, Conor slipped up. One Saturday night, he was at a bar without his boyfriend, and ended up in the back room. Before he knew it, a mouth was wrapped around his cock. No harm, right? But as the cocksucker grabbed his ass, his jeans started to slip down, and eventually his ass was not only visible, but vulnerable. Luck would have it that, the minute his ass broke free from his jeans, a cute young punk approached him from behind, tweaking his nipples and chewing on his neck. This sent Conor into full on pig mode. The moment the tip of that uncut cock touched his raw hole, he knew it was over, and he wasn't going to be able to resist his primal urges. Conor didn't end up getting home until 4:00 AM, and when he did he immediately jumped in the shower. He had lost count of the loads he had taken in that dirty back room, and knew he couldn't get into bed with his boyfriend with cum leaking out of him. He spent the whole day Sunday being torn between telling the truth and keeping it a secret. He certainly could have said he was just out with friends late, and leave it at that. But there was a nagging thought that kept crossing his mind... he didn't know the status of any of the men who bred him the night before. What if, in a few months, he tested positive? How was he going to explain that to Brad? The guilt got the better of him. When Brad came home on Sunday evening, Conor asked if they could talk. "I need to tell you something..." Conor started, his voice clearly shaking. "Okay... what?" Conor took in a deep breath. He had never had to break news like this to anyone. "Last night, I had sex at the bar." Brad just stared at him, silent for a moment. "And?" Conor could feel his face burning beet red. Moment of truth. "I... I got fucked... without a condom." Conor couldn't look Brad in the eye at that point, but heard a heavy sigh. Now is the point where he felt he should tell Brad that it wasn't just with one man, but with, hell, he had lost count. After a few hours of talking, and more than a few tears shed, Brad agreed to forgive Conor, as long as it didn't happen again. Happy endings are great, aren't they? Shame there was no happy ending for Conor and Brad. Through the next few months, their relationship had become strained. It felt to Conor like something was just suddenly missing. It went beyond the point of disappointment on Brad's part. Conor felt like Brad had lost all of his love and interest in the relationship, and this tore him apart. Brad started staying later at work almost every night, had no interest in going out to do anything with Conor on the weekends, and would often fall asleep on the couch, not bothering to get up and go to bed. A few months of this was all that Conor could handle before he had to speak up. Brad, it turns out, had never truly forgiven Conor for that night. He was terrified that if he had sex with Conor, he would be risking contracting HIV. On top of all of that, Brad had not always been working late, but rather was at someone's place that Conor didn't know. Brad broke off the relationship that night, and while they decided they could temporarily live together, Conor found out that Brad's new friend was not really just a friend. Conor felt he had gotten what he deserved, and started spiraling into a caustic depression. He had fucked up the only love he'd ever known, was still living in what was becoming a toxic situation, and had nowhere else to live. He had a good support system around him, friends who truly loved him and tried to make his ordeal less of a burden, but that could only last so long. He knew that he needed a fresh start, and one night when Brad came home from what Conor presumed was Brad's new boyfriend's place, Brad saw Conor packing up his things into a suitcase. Conor, in tears, informed Brad that he would be moving - not just to a new apartment, but to a new city. He had to get as far away from this situation as possible, and couldn't bear the idea of running into Brad and, well, whatever the fuck his name was. In a calm, cold manner, wished Conor the best of luck and went into the spare bedroom. Three days later, Conor was on a plane, armed only with his two suitcases, a heavy heart, and a desperate hope that things would get better in his new city.
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Since starting PrEP, I’ve been more open to have the kind of raunchy sex I’ve always fantasized about. My boy, on the other hand, decided that PrEP wasn’t for him anymore. While we started it together, he went off of it a few months ago when his last prescription ended. And that hasn’t stopped him from having risky sex, which is a huge turn on for both of us. Usually, we play together. A couple of times since he stopped PrEP, we hooked up with Charlie, a POZ guy off his meds. Charlie is a fuck buddy and mostly bottoms for us. My boy will suck him off while I rawfuck him with my PrEPed cock, filling him with cum which my boy eagerly licks out. My boy did bottom for Charlie once before he stopped PrEP, and I think he missed the thrill of riding that bare toxic dick. It might have been the excitement of taking Charlie’s POZ load that made him want to go off PrEP. Last weekend, Charlie invited me to a conversion party. He and two unmedicated buddies were going to rawfuck a bottom hungry to take POZ loads and convert. The plan was for him to take four loads, three POZ ones and mine the only NEG, sort of a cum-roulette. He asked that I not tell invite my boy about it since he wasn’t much into topping and would upset the one-out-of-four odds. I agreed and told my boy that I’d need to work on Saturday afternoon. My boy was a bit upset that I’d be away for part of the weekend, but told me he’d see if he could get up to some naughty fun of his own while I was ‘working.’ I knew he suspected that I’d be having some naughty fun myself. Friday evening, Charlie texted me to let me know that our bottom had flaked. I was disappointed. My boy and I were watching a movie on the sofa so I was cagey texting back and forth with Charlie. He told me to hold tight and might be able to organize another guy hungry for some fresh POZ cum. Not a minute later, my boy’s phone started dinging . He read a text then got up and went to the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes and came back sporting a bulge in his shorts and a little dark spot that looked like a dab of precum to me. He settled back next to me and nuzzled. My phone buzzed and Charlie let me know that we were on again after all, adding that the new bottom wanted to blindfolded so he didn’t know when he was full of POZ cock or not… The next morning, my boy and I slept in and lazed in bed. We fooled around a little making out until I started eating and fingering his hole. He moaned as I lined up my cock and slid inside him. I was horny thinking about the fun I was going to have with some cumdump’s ass that night and my boy’s eyes were tightly clenched, lost in his own fantasy. I asked him if he was thinking about Charlie’s big POZ cock and he started muttering, ‘Breed me!’, ‘…dirty seed…’, and ‘fill me up!’ I was only too happy to oblige with my PrEPed cum. I shot deep inside him and stayed there until my hardon went down. An hour or so passed quickly and I showered before heading out ‘to work.’ My boy kissed me at the door and told me to have fun ‘working.’ He said he might have a surprise for me when I got home. I hopped in the car and texted Charlie that I was on my way. He replied back to take my time as our bottom was running a little late. I got to Charlie’s and had a beer or two with him and the two POZ tops he’d invited. Both were mid-50s but looked older with wasted faces and sizable bellies. Both had stopped meds but years of treatment had left them both looking sick. One had was bald, in fact hairless nearly everywhere except a white mustache. The other was tanned all over having obviously sunbathed nude. They both also had massive cocks already plump with anticipation. The bottom texted Charlie that he was outside and Charlie escorted us to his bedroom. We clinked our bottles and jerked each other off a little while Charlie met the cumdump at the door and blindfolded him. I’m sure you’ve figured out already that my boy was the bottom hungry to take three POZ loads. Charlie winked at me, knowing that the other two tops didn’t know that they were about to knock up my own boy. Charlie pushed my boy to his knees and led his head to one of the top’s cocks. While my boy was slobbering on our dicks he whispered to me, ‘Keep your mouth shut. He doesn’t know that the only NEG guy here is his man…’ I nodded and grinned. I’ve shared my boy’s holes with guys before, but never toxic unmedicated tops. Seeing Charlie and the two POZ strangers manhandle my boy got me so hot. They used him rough, forcing his head onto their big cocks, force-fucking his mouth, spreading his cheeks apart and driving their fingers into his ass. The mustachioed guy with the biggest belly flopped my boy onto Charlie’s bed and went to town eating his ass. He pulled off with spit and my morning’s load all over his white mustache grunting, ‘This pig has been primed already. Fresh seed is leaking out!’ He pulled back and I watched my own cum ooze out of my boy’s ass. The tanned guy walked up shaking his big dick and slapped it against my boy’s crack. He used my seed to slide balls deep in one go. Mr. Mustache spread my boy’s cheeks wide so he could get in as deep as possible. Charlie smiled at me knowing I was loving the sight. ‘You like taking that raw dick, boy?’, the tanned guy asked. My boy moaned and begged for his cum. Charlie grabbed his phone and started recording my piggy boy rocking back and forth taking that dick. The tanned guy roared and shot his load as deep as it would go into my boy’s guts. He backed off and Mr. Mustache nodded to me that I should go next. Without a word, I slid into my boy. He felt so velvety smooth and wet. My cock was slimy with POZ cum as it rocketed back and forth. I was so hot I knew I could cum at any moment. I pulled out and Charlie took his turn next. Charlie grabbed my cock and smeared as much cum off as possible, lubing his own with it. He handed me his phone and I started recording. He slammed hard into my boy and pounded him until my boy’s knees gave out and he was flat on his belly. I kept the video going as he hammered my boy into the mattress. He screamed as he came, so happy to be breeding my boy with his charged seed. He pulled out and nudged me forward. I dipped my dick into my piggy boy now stretched out and leaking two POZ loads. His hole felt so much more open than I’d ever felt it, practically ruined. I wanted to last as long as I could, so after churning what looked like butter in and out of my boy’s ass, I pulled out and let Mr. Mustache take his turn. My boy laid flat on the mattress as he bravely took Mr. Mustache’s impressively thick cock. He had the biggest dick, so maybe that’s why he went last. I eased myself next to my boy on the bed and watched as that POZ stranger’s thick dick practically sucked my boy’s hole out from his boy. He would slowly pull nearly all the way out and them quickly slam back in. I knew he was about to get his nut. His pace quickened and he bred my boy deeply. Charlie flipped my boy onto his back and started kissing his mouth. The two strangers each held a leg up and I lined up with my boy’s ass. He was so stretched out and so wet with seed. I felt like I was dipping my PrEPed cock into him more than fucking him. Each time I slid in, my dick came out more and more smeared with POZ cum. Knowing that Charlie and my boy had willingly gone behind my back to get him Poz-bred made me so hard. I tried to last as long as I could, but after a few minutes of slow fucking, I fired off my load. My pubes were matted with more cum than I’d ever seen in real life and my balls were soaked. Mr. Mustche dropped to his knees and cleaned my cock off. He tongued my boy’s hole fingering as much cum into his gaping hole as possible. He worked four fingers in and out of my boy. He was practically fisting my boy, with his hard dick boucing up and down. Without a hand on it, he shot his own load. Of course, Mr. Mustache scooped it up and fingered it into his sloppy ass. Charlie handed him a buttplug and it plopped right into place. I knew that there was a chance that before his hole returned to normal, that the POZ seed seeping into his guts might have already taken effect. Charlie held up his finger to his mouth signaling us to stay quiet and ushered my boy out of the room. I heard Charlie thanking him for the use of his ass and told him to get dressed. He suggested he keep that plug in overnight and let as much of our cum stay in him as long as possible. My boy got dressed and left pretty quickly. The other two guys went to the living room and cracked open some more beers. Charlie checked to make sure I was okay and then suggested I take a quick shower and head home to check on my boy. I did just that and headed home a few minutes later, leaving my POZ buddies lounging around and talking about how hot that cumslut was and asking Charlie when they could use him again. By the time I got him, my boy had showered and changed. He smelled like fresh soap instead of sweat and cum. I wondered if he still had that plug in his hole. I tried sneaking up behind him in the kitchen, but he scooched away before I could press against his ass. I could see some bruises forming on his neck and legs where the guys had roughed him up. My boy ordered pizza and we ate it on the sofa watching another movie. I kept trying to sneak my hands down to his ass to see if he was still plugged or not, but he was squirmy and played coy. When we got ready for bed, instead of sleeping naked like we normally do, he went into the bathroom and came out in his gym shorts. I knew he must still ne absorbing all of those loads. I let him spoon me with his hand wrapped around my hard dick. We fell asleep like that, me hard thinking of him being willingly POZ-bred, and me having loved watching and participating. My boy was up before me and started making breakfast. He was naked in the kitchen, with his ass hanging out. As he leaned over the table, I could see how red and tender his hole looked. I pinned him down and lined my cock up. With nothing but spit, I pounded him into the table. He winced and grimaced saying that his hole must be out of practice. On the contrary, it felt loose and still wet inside. I bred him good adding my PrEPed seed to whatever POZ cum hadn’t already been absorbed into his guts. We ate naked with my cum leaking out of his ass and onto the chair. Of course, he bent over to lick it up when we were done eating. As I started doing the dishes, my phone buzzed. Charlie had sent the video clips to me with a message. ‘Hey stud! Look what me and my POZ buddies got up to last night. I knew exactly what I was looking it and played coy. Of course, I showed the videos to my boy, and he got so hard. I handed my phone to him and he watched as he laid on his back, legs in the air, right on the kitchen table, and I fucked another load into him. I knelt down and suckled his cock. I’d bob up and down and ask, ‘Hot cumslut right!’ Then I’d suck some more, ‘That lucky whore taking that POZ cum..’ Then back to sucking him again. ‘Think you’d ever be up for something like that?’ He roared and shot what might just have been his last NEG load ever deep down my throat.- 18 replies
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21 year old bottom will be at the City Center Inn September 22st and 23rd (Folsom Weekend) to take as many loads as he can get. Party starts Friday 9pm-4am. It will pick back up Saturday 6pm-4am. Pump, Dump, and Bounce. NO DRUG USERS. Party info is also on bbrt under the same username, CollegeCumHole. -
21 year old negative bottom will be at the Travelodge September 1st and 2nd to take as many loads as he can get. I am Neg and not on PrEP. Tested August 14th. Party starts Friday 9pm-4am. It will pick back up Saturday 6pm-10pm. Pump, Dump, and Bounce. NO DRUG USERS. Party info is also on bbrt under the same username, CollegeCumHole.
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Looking to reach out to the young ones here who may not be sure (and anyone frankly) I am 38, pozzed at 17, I sought it out, knew I was guy, partied with daddies and grandpas and had one solid guy (63 when I was 17) used to have me sleep over get me fucked up and I would get gang raped for him and it was beautiful
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Its time! Ive had this fantasy for a long time and Im ready to live it out. Calling all POZ tops for this weekend starting 9/18 at 8:00pm. Looking for older men (35yo and up) for crazy gangbang. Looking for rough and nasty scene as the only NEG bottom for the ultimate conversion party. I will start greeting guests at 8pm dressed in a slutty, girly outfit. flirting and teasing. once the clock strikes 9, I hope to be violently ripped out of my clothes and brutally fucked by what I hope is a TON of men. NO SAFE WORD. I am looking for complete destruction, I WANT this to get out of hand. I want to end the party as a cumsloppy ruined mess. My face covered and dripping slimy cum, My once pretty ass hole torn and ruined and bleeding. Gushing white slime. Yes, I am describing a rape scene and that is how I want it to play out. Looking for someone to film. Make my dream a reality. Bukakke scene would be hot. Looking for loads in both holes and I dont care where they come from. This ad is also posted on bbrt so sorry about the Xpost. Request and invite and RUIN this pretty princess! I live on courtland ave below the castro.
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. It was originally three separate postings. I've combined them into one. ***************************************************************************************************** Sam invited me over for a 'guys' night', as he called it. I'd been to his guys' nights before, and they usually involved a bunch of fags getting together and fucking and sucking, but this time he assured me there would be something even more special about it. I let myself in his house and found him in his spare bedroom, putting out towels and lube and setting up the music and the mood lighting. "So what's going on?" I asked. He grinned, "I'm expecting the guest of honor to be here any minute." I knew he wouldn't tell me any more about it, so I went back to the kitchen to grab a beer. I heard a knock at the front door and opened it to find the hottest little jock boy I'd ever seen waiting there. He was slightly shorter than me, about 5'6" or 5'7", with short dark hair and big, full lips. His body was tight and built, his T-shirt tight across the chest and arms, tucked into jeans that also bulged in all the right places. Like Pavlov's dog, I instantly began to salivate as I guessed that this was the guest of honor. "Hey, you're hot, you must be Sam," he said. I laughed, "No, Sam's in the back getting ready for you." I introduced myself and escorted him into the kitchen to get us beers. I wanted him to myself for a minute. "So you're here for the party?" He smiled, eagerly, "I hope it's more than a party. Sam said there would be a bunch of tops here to fuck my ass raw." I choked in surpise and spit out a mouthful of beer. Sam walked in behind him. "Ah, here's my guest of honor." He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and the boy leaned back into him, rubbing his ass against Sam's crotch and purring in delight. Within a few minutes the four other guys arrived. We were friends and acquaintances and we had all played around before. I realized that Sam had invited only guys who were either tops or versatile tops, that he wanted the jockboy to be the only bottom. The boy took off his clothes and it was all I could do to keep from pulling him close, running my hands over his smooth skin, feeling the hard muscles in his chest and abs. Sam knelt on the bed and the jockboy crawled over to suck his cock. The sight of his tight young ass almost sent me over the edge before we even started. I immediately dove in and buried my face in his ass. It tasted perfect, like a really dry martini, and he moaned and pushed himself into my face. The other guys moved in, stroking their own cocks or feeling the boy, making him the center of attention. Sam nudged me on the shoulder, and I looked over at his gorgeous, thick, long, impossibly hard cock. He was claiming his right as the host to be the first to fuck the boy, so I moved out of the way but stayed close by. There was an air of quiet anticipation as Sam stood up and kept the boy bent over the bed, taking his time sliding his cock in. The boy gasped, eyes wide, at the size of the cock filling his hole, but he took it like a trooper and soon Sam was sliding in and out of him and picking up steam. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass," the boy moaned." "Oh don't worry," Sam assured him, "your ass is going to get it good." The boy started panting, moaning "oh yeah, I'm your whore, I'm your slut." Sam leaned over and held the boy tight around his chest. He said in his ear, softly but so we all could still hear it, "You want this poz cum, baby? You ready to have your ass bred with the bug?" The boy moaned even louder, "oh, yeah, fill my neg ass with your cum, breed me, make me your cum whore!" Sam pulled him even tighter against his chest and said, "Get ready, here's your first poz load, here it cums," and groaned loud and long, so that each of us knew what was happening. I couldn't touch my own cock, I knew that if I so much as laid a finger on it I would immediately shoot my load and I wasn't going to waste cum when there was an ass so obviously craving it. Sam took a few more minutes to wind down, then stepped away. I immediately jumped in to take his spot, and I was ready to cum almost as soon as I slid my cock in the boy's hole. I clenched my ass tight, trying to hold on a few seconds longer as I felt the warmth of the boy's hole surround me and felt the wet stickiness of Sam's massive load, but it was a losing battle and my cum shot out to join Sam's. I moaned, letting the boy know he was getting his second load of the night, and the guys watching growled their approval. With that, the quiet tension was broken, and it became a party. I found out the boy's story the next morning over breakfast. It sounded so similar to mine, I wondered if other bug chasers and cum jockeys had the same experiences, had gotten started the same way. The boy was not popular in high school, a real dork, gawky, awkward, misunderstood, no friends. He came out soon after he graduated, had a few unexciting boyfriends, and was left with the feeling that he was ugly and a loser. He spent lonely evenings cruising video arcades and public restrooms, at the bathhouse or in the back room of a bar. Even so, he diligently played safe, not letting anyone fuck him without a condom. When he tried to top, the condom killed the sensation so much that he couldn't keep it hard, so he resigned himself to being an exclusive bottom. One day he looked in the mirror and realized that he was tired of feeling like a loser, and he went and joined a gym. A few months later he had lost some extra weight, put on a few pounds of muscle, and decided that maybe he wasn't so ugly after all. His sex life skyrocketed too, and he started hooking up with more and more guys. Still, he hated the meat market scene at the trendier gay bars and instead began crusing the video booths and bath houses again. This time, though, he was built, he was cute, he was popular. He still played safe and still couldn't top, but now he wanted something more. One night he was getting his dick sucked through a glory hole at the adult video booths and he suddenly felt a different sensation on his cock, something better than the wet mouth that had been sucking him. His orgasm caught him off guard, and before he knew it he had unloaded in an ass bareback. After that first experience, he started craving it more and more, rationalizing (correctly) that it was much more difficult to get infected with HIV as top. He looked for guys who wanted to get fucked bareback, and for the first time he was getting real pleasure from being a top, without the condoms, he could finally feel everything. Soon he was experimenting with raw cocks in his ass, realizing that raw cock in his ass felt just as good, though he never let anyone cum in him or even fuck him long enough to get close. Every so often he would go through a wave of guilt, getting tested for HIV and swearing he would never put himself at risk again. But, of course, it wasn't long before he was back at the bathhouse or in the arcade fucking guys bareback and teasing others with his ass. About six months before our party, he was in the back room of a bar bent over with a cock in his ass, when he let the guy go longer than intended. The next thing he knew, the guy was thrusting in and out harder, panting. The boy tried to pull off, but the guy had already cum a few shots in his hole, the rest coated his ass and slid down the back of his legs. The boy panicked, pulling up his jeans and running home and jumping immediately into the shower, scrubbing his ass and cleaning out his hole the best he could. He cried and swore that it would never happen again, but later he remembered the sensation of the cum in his ass and sliding down his legs and spent many nights furiously jerking off to the memory. He went and got tested every month after that, bracing himself for a poz result that never came. By the time six months was past and he was still neg, he resolved that he would never go through that kind of anxiety again. He knew that he wanted to fuck and be fucked bareback, and he knew he had to rid himself of the worry of infection. That's when he met Sam online and started talking to him about arranging a conversion party. If he was going to be a bareback slut, then he was gong to be a poz bareback slut. By the time the party started winding down, the jockboy had taken at least 12 loads in his ass, all from pozzed up bareback tops. Sam and I had each cum in his ass that one time, but some of the others had cum mulitple times, one hung top had cum 4 times. (I was jealous of that, I've always been a one-hit wonder. Once I cum, it's usually a few hours before I can work up a second load.) The boy lay on the bed, cum leaking out of his well-used ass, smiling in perfect contentment. The other guys made their goodnights, kissing and thanking the boy for a great night. The boy,as a gracious party bottom should, thanked the guys for the loads they had planted in his ass, and said he couldn't wait until they all got together and did it again. Miss Manners should add another chapter to her book, titled "Etiquette for Gang Bangs." Soon Sam, the boy and I were the alone. We lay down on the bed with him and talked, counting the number of loads he had taken and talking about the best moments from the night: when the boy had been doubled fucked by the two guys who were partners, when I had licked some of the cum from the boy's ass and kissed him, sharing the cum with him on his tongue. "And how many times did you cum?" Sam asked. The boy smiled. "I haven't cum yet." Sam and I looked at teach other in surprise. "Whattaya mean, you haven't cum? How could you get fucked for hours and not cum?" The boy sat up and looked at Sam. "I was waiting for you to fuck me again. Since you were my first poz fuck, I wanted to shoot my last neg load while you were fucking me." Sam knew an invitation if ever he heard one. He pulled he boy's face to his and kissed him long and hard. The boy slid down and adjusted himself, wrapping his arms around Sam and pressing his tight, muscled body against him. I watched, feeling slightly left out, but turned on again by the scene. Sam paused a second from making out with the boy and looked at me. "Go ahead and fuck him again while we make out, I want him to be good and ready for my cock." The boy looked over his shoulder and nodded at me. I crawled over and spooned against the boy's back, rubbing his shoulders and kissing the back of his neck and behind his ears as he and Sam continued making out. My cock was hard and ready again, this time I intended to take my time and really enjoy the boy's ass. I didn't even need to use my hand to guide my cock into his ass, the trails of cum led me right to his hole. The boy nestled back against me as my cock filled him all the way up, my balls flush against his ass. I stayed there, letting the slight movements of his hips fuck me back and forth inside him. He let out a low moan, and Sam ran his fingers across him to me and pulled me in, pushing us all closer together. We lay like this, three guys together, Sam and the boy making out while I slowly fucked his ass, for what seemed like ages until I finally felt a tension deep in my cock that I couldn't ignore. I pulled away a little so I could put my hands on the top of the boy's butt and grip his hips and thrust against him a little harder. The boy stopped kissing Sam and buried his face against Sam's shoulder, holding him tight as I stepped up my fucking. The tension in my balls grew until I had to unload, and I leaned forward and whispered to the boy, "Here it is, take my cum." The boy pushed back against me and sighed as I pumped my second load of the night in his ass. It felt to me like I had never cum before, that I had been saving my cum my whole life to pump in this boy's ass, his ass felt so warm and sweet on my cock. I reached around the boy to his crotch and felt his own hard on, rubbing up against Sam's. The boy rolled over, giving his ass to Sams's cock and wrapping his arms around me. We kissed for a minute as Sam began slowly fucking the boy, but I broke away and slid down his body, kissing his smooth chest and his tight, toned abs. I took the head of his cock between my lips and he moaned, edging back and forth a little to feel both cock in ass and mouth. Just as slowly as I fucked him, just as slowly as Sam was fucking him now, I licked up and down the his cock and took the length in my throat, gagging a little as he thrust back and forth slightly. I tasted the tart salty taste of precum on my tongue and lapped at it, teasing it out of his piss slit. I lay with his cock resting on my tongue and letting the easy motion of Sam's cock in his ass work it back and forth across my tongue. I felt Sam tense and speed up slightly, and he whispered, "yeah, here's some more poz cum for you." I wrapped my lips tighter around the boy's cock as I felt him tense too, his cum finally building to burst in orgasm. The boy started panting and graoning louder, his breath coming in short gasps as Sam fucked harder and harder. He grabbed my head and held me down on his cock as he cried out in what sounded like sobs, and suddenly my mouth was full of his cum. I tried to swallow, but it kept cumming, spilling out across his stomach and onto the bed. I held the last bit on my tongue as he finished shooting and relaxed against the bed, his breath evening out. I moved up and looked at him for a second, his eyes closed, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, his short dark hair tousled a little. Sam sat up, obviously spent. I leaned forward and kissed him, sharing the boy's cum with him on his tongue. After we had both swallowed that last drops, he grinned and said, "so I guess that's his last neg load, huh?" I smiled and looked down at him. "I think he's asleep!" Sam laughed, "Aww, the poor kid deserves a good rest after all he's taken and given tonight." With that, Sam reached over and turned out the lamp, then we both lay down against the boy, sandwiching him in. I felt Sam snuggle a little closer, and then I was asleep too.
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--------------------Part 1 (all the good stuff starts in part 2, if you just want to jerk off)-------------------- When you lose your virginity at age 15, live in 3 major cities and sleep with a dozen or so men a year, by the time you're 25 sex gets kind of boring. That's about the point when you start cruising around for the kinkier stuff. Leather, BDSM, orgies - it takes something "different" to get your rocks off at a certain point. That's about the time I discovered BBRT. I'd fucked raw a handful (or two handfulls) of times, and basically hadn't been able to jack off to condom porn in a few years, but I never foresaw myself signing up for a site like BBRT, and certainly didn't expect myself to begin cruising right away. I looked for the neg guys, of course. I wanted nasty raw fucks, but had never actively chased. In fact, I was pretty sure no poz guy had ever even been in my hole, except for maybe that once or twice that I slipped up at the baths. Either way, I was still neg and fully intended upon staying that way. After a few weeks, I had chatted with a dozen or so neg guys (so they said) but had never actually gotten one of them to hook up. My hole was aching for some cock. One Friday night, I was up, edging and hitting the popper bottle, when I finally gave in and checked the "Parties" section. Maybe there was an all-neg breeding party lined up that I wasn't aware of. It was the usual. "Bottom taking loads in hotel for my birthday" bullshit. I recognized a lot of these desperate sluts from Craigslist. Same picture, same post, and it seemed like with a lot of these guys, it was always their birthday. Not interested. Finally I came across one posting that piqued my interest - "Full moon gangbang bottom wanted. We have 20 or so guys lined up needing to dump their loads while the moon is full tomorrow. Be prepared for an intense evening. Each man will breed you, no PNP. All serious takers considered, but only one will be selected." I noticed that in no mention of the post did the description say anything about poz or neg, and wondered if I should even respond to the organizer. One more hit of poppers convinced me otherwise. "Very interested in hearing more about tomorrow's party". Sent. I waited. It seemed to take forever to get a response and I was pretty much sitting on the edge of my seat waiting. After what felt like an eternity (which was really only 10 minutes), I hear "oink oink". I quickly opened my inbox and saw a message waiting for me from the organizer. "what do u want 2 know" was the response. The guy couldn't type for shit but I decided that didn't mean he wasn't a good fuck. "What's expected of the bottom?" I asked, not really sure what questions I should ask. "u will take all our loads under a full moon no matter what. once it starts u cant back out". That sounded ominous. Yet arousing. "Are all of the guys neg?" I responded, knowing I was likely about to be disappointed. ..... I waited. ........I continued waiting. While I waited I switched back to xtube and took another hit of poppers. another 8 minutes later and I finally hear the familiar "oink oink" again. Hastily I switched back to the inbox. "824 montenegro lane, sonoma. b there at 10 tomorrow." ...He didn't answer my question. I wrestled for a few minutes with what to say next, but my hard dick and popper-stupid brain made me type "OK". I continued jacking my cock while questioning my motives. Was I really going to go through with this? Then again, an outdoors gangbang with 20 or so guys cumming in my hole? That was hard to pass up, and sure beat the hell out of cruising the sites for flakes all night. With that thought, I shot a surprisingly intense load all over my hand and wrist. Still in my poppers daze, I scooped up the load and instinctively reached down to finger it into my own hole. I spent all day Saturday doing what I normally do - not much. I met a friend out for some beers, did some laundry, nothing out of the ordinary. Of course the only thought on my mind that day was whether or not to go through with what I was pretty much certain I was going to go through with. Around 6:00, I logged onto BBRT out of curiosity. Maybe I could just find an easy neg slut to breed. Topping wasn't my forté but I needed to have some nasty sex after thinking about the potential gangbang all day. I had a few inbox messages but was actually only interested in reading one. The one from him. "see u at 10" was all it said. Something about his dominant assumption made my cock chub up and I pretty much knew there was only one way this decision would go. My heart was racing, my face was flush, and my dick just continued to get harder against my shorts. This man was going to have me. I walked to the kitchen, took a shot of bourbon to calm my nerves, and decided to go prepare. After a couple of showers (cleanliness is key) and another shot of bourbon, the time was quickly approaching. I checked the inbox a few more times, thinking he would check to make sure I'm coming, but nothing. I'd gotten a few more hits from guys seeing me online, but wasn't interested. They would have to wait until next time, assuming I came back alive. 8:30 rolled around, and I figured I should get on the road. Even though it's only an hour drive from San Francisco, I didn't want to be late and end up ruining my chances. I slipped on a leather cockring, my favorite white jockstrap, a pair of loose shorts, a tank top, some black leather boots, and my favorite ball cap. Bourbon wasn't going to be enough to calm these nerves - I needed to decide one way or another. I prelubed my hole with some elbow grease and got in the truck. I hadn't even realized until I was halfway there that I hadn't even turned the radio on. Once I got past the golden gate bridge, I rolled the windows down and enjoyed the increasingly warm air that you get once you're far enough north of the city. There was little traffic to be had once I got out of the city, and I knew that I was going to be there early. I shifted uncomfortably as my half-hard cock was swelling inside the tight cockring in anticipation. When I pulled off the freeway it was only 9:30. According to my GPS, I'd be there in 10 minutes. With 20 minutes to kill, I pulled into a gas station and waited. My heart and my mind both raced and I started to double guess my decision. Was I really ready for this? I logged into BBRT on my phone and checked my inbox - one new message, from him. "see u soon" was all it said, sent at 9:00. I could easily get right back on that freeway and go home, jack off and call it a night. I looked up into the northern California sky, seeing every star, and the full moon hanging above me. Like the tide, the moon was pulling me. At 9:50, I started up the mountain, following the GPS and my hardon. --------------------Part 2 (getting to the good stuff)-------------------- I pulled into a secluded driveway at the address I was given, and approached a gate. This guy really enjoyed his privacy. When I got to the gate, it opened automatically. I had a feeling it wasn't an automatic gate, and that he knew I was there. That made my heart skip a beat and I started to get even more nervous. Pulling up the driveway, I could see 7 or 8 structures, with no lights on. Under the pale light of the full moon, it looked like some sort of camp ground with 2-story cabins, but I saw no one. As I pulled the truck up to where all of the other vehicles were parked, I noticed a huge bonfire burning up the hill behind the largest cabin. I took a deep breath before getting out of the truck, took a moment to compose myself, and shut it off. I left the windows down and the doors unlocked - nobody was going to bother it all the way up here. As I climbed the hill and approached the fire, I could see figures standing around it. The figures of men. One got up from the log he was sitting on and started making his way down the hill toward me. I was sweating, not just because of the heat, but out of fear and excitement. "I knew you'd come" said a deep, masculine voice, silhouetted by the distant glow of the fire. As he approached, his features became more clear under the light of the moon. He was tall - about 6'3", and probably about 42, I guessed. He had the makings of a weekend-beard growing, with short dark hair, and a very chiseled body. He stopped in front of me, wearing only a pair of jeans and work boots. "Are you ready?" "As ready as I'm going to be..." I hesitantly responded. He gave a small grin, and his white teeth and pale eyes seemed to glow in the light of the moon. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into him, cupped my jockstrapped ass with his hands while rubbing his scruff on my neck. He started chewing on my neck - not gently, but not painfully so. "You'll do just fine" he growled. His furry chest pressed into me, and I could smell the combination of real man, accompanied by the smell of cheap beer. Then he turned around, pushed me in front of him and simply said "go". He followed a few paces behind as I made my way to the fire. As we walked, I decided to try to get to know the guy that was about to own my hole. "You live up here?" I croaked, voice shaky with anxiety. "It's just a weekend get away for some of us. I built it, but it's a community thing for all of us, not just me". "You built all of this?" "Enough. Keep walking." I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and finally asked "You're neg, right? You never answered my question before" "Yes, I'm neg. You should learn to be more trustful. Now go." I continued my march with my captor behind me until I made it in front of the fire. I looked around me. This didn't look like a breeding party to me. It just looked like a bunch of guys hanging out drinking beer by the fire on a Saturday night. The guys ranged from average to good looking, all of them trim to fit. I definitely wouldn't have turned any of them down, not that I had a choice now. The organizer, whose name I had just realized I hadn't yet asked, stopped me by grabbing my shoulder, and the men stood up. Most of them were shirtless, wearing either shorts or jeans. Getting a better look at these men, these real men, I started to lose a little bit of the fear while gaining a little more excitement. My dick had started to chub up again. All went silent while they eyed me, sizing up the piece of meat they were about to devour. "See that clearing in the trees at the top of the hill there?" he whispered in my hear, grabbing my ass again. I could feel his beer-scented breath hot against my neck. "Go to the middle of that clearing, strip, and get on your knees." I looked over my shoulder at him, then around at what looked like a pack of hungry wolves, and then started my way even further up the hill". My cock was swollen and at full mast now, and I was wishing I had not put the cockring on so tight. I made my way to the clearing, sweating profusely in the summer air. I understood now why there were no lights up here. You didn't need them. The stars and the moon in the sky clearly lit up the night. Aside from the crackle of the fire, all I could hear was low murmuring voices, the chirp of thousands of crickets, and the croak of an occasional frog. I was going to get fucked in the middle of nature, and I couldn't wait. When I got to the clearing, I shed my clothes as he said and threw them to the side, out of the clearing. I tossed my boots over as well, but opted to leave the cockring on. I sunk to my knees and waited. And waited. And waited. This guy knew how to keep a boy in anticipation, all right. After what seemed like forever, I heard the shuffle of footsteps in the grass. I looked over to see that it wasn't just one set of footsteps that I was hearing, but all 20 of them. I hadn't actually counted them all and frankly, didn't have a chance to, but it seemed like an army approaching. For the first time that night, I felt a chill - it wasn't a chill of cold, but a shiver of fear. I heard the organizer's voice first. "Get that thing off of him" he said. I wasn't sure what he meant until a cute 20-something blonde approached me, leaned over and unsnapped the cockring from my fully erect cock. It hurt like a bitch - obviously it was too tight, and I yelped a little bit as it came off. "He won't need to use his dick tonight" said another voice, causing the group to laugh. Great, I was a joke to them. The men formed a circle around me, and I could see all of their eyes glowing in the moonlight, hungrily evaluating the fresh meat. Organizer approached first, at first behind me, then moving around in front of me. He stepped closer and pulled my head into his toned, furry abs. Caressing my head, he let out a low growl. "Too late to back out now" he said, which frightened me a little. Even without the cockring, my dick was still at full mast. In fact, when he said that, it seemed to get a little harder. Then he backed away. "Men" he procalaimed loudly. With that, all of the others started to shed what little clothing they had on. Organized grabbed my neck and forced me down to all 4's. "Enjoy the meal" he said to them, backing away as some of the other men moved closer. One man began by sucking on and licking at my tight hole, while another forced a half-hard cock into my mouth. The man behind me lapped at my hole hungrily, growling and panting as he ate like his life depended on it. Pulling up for air, he panted "Fuck that's sweet". In no time at all, I felt a hard cock head aiming up against my hole. He began gradually sliding in, not quickly but not slowly. There was minimal pain and I whimpered around the now fully erect cock in my mouth. This was it, there really was no turning back now. The man behind me started thrusting in, and in no time at all I was rocking back on his cock. He was panting and growling so hard I thought he was already about to cum, but he just kept going, getting more and more forceful. The owner of the cock in my mouth pulled out, stepped aside, and was replaced by another, fatter cock. I felt like my jaw was stretching to the limit on this one and tears started to well in my eyes as he forced his cock balls-deep into my throat. The man behind me pulled out and was replaced by a shorter cock, and at this point I was so loosened up by the first one that he went in with no issue at all. Eventually the thick cock in my throat pulled out, leaving me coughing and sputtering, and pushed my head down to the ground with his booted foot as the man in my ass continued to assault my hole. The entire group of men began moving in closer and the one behind me started to growl like the first one, but pulled out of my tender hole without cumming. This had gone on for some time, and about 6 of the men had fucked me at this point before I started to wonder if any of them were going to cum. I looked around for the organizer, and he was nowhere to be found. My eyes caught the moon which was directly above our heads at this point. I started to lose count after 8, and had wondered if some of the men had fucked me twice. Some cocks had felt familiar but it was hard to say with this many breeders surrounding me. I was going to be fucked and nutted by each and every one of them, but when were they going to start cumming? It seemed like roughly an hour had passed of this before my hole started to grow tired, my hips ached from being in this doggie position, and I had dirt and grass pushing into my knees. It's not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I came to get bred, and that hadn't happened yet. When I tried flipping over onto my back, my assailant grabbed my neck, aggressively pushed it back toward the ground and growled "No". I heard the sound of another set of footsteps approaching and saw that it was the organizer, now fully nude, and looking even more statuesque, and surprisingly even furrier than he had before. He stood there in front of me as I look up from him, my ass getting nailed with long hard strokes. My hole felt like jello at this point, and I was pretty sure at least every man had had a chance to dip into my ass. I looked into his eyes, still glimmering in the moonlight. It almost seemed as if they were glowing...and glowing a hazy shade of yellow... I was obviously losing my mind. Maybe one of these guys slipped something up my hole. The fucker in my ass pulled out quickly, not even giving my ass a chance to close. Organizer moved in behind me and, in one hard stroke, buried himself to the balls inside my wet, loose hole. With one hand, he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head up, and then with his other arm grabbed me around the neck with his elbow, pulling me back into a kneeling position. "You like being our bitch?" he growled in his deep gravelly voice, which seemed even deeper now. I looked over my shoulder longingly into his eyes. I was certain at this point that one of the men had slipped me something, because his eyes were definitely glowing yellow. I glanced down at the toned arm he had around my neck and realized I hadn't just imagined it - he didn't just seem furrier. He was furrier. Frightened, I looked around at the other men jacking their cocks, and was horrified to see that they seemed to be overcome by the same affliction. Their eyes were literally glowing yellow, and their bodies were gradually becoming overtaken by a thick fur. Panicking, I tried to pull away from him but he was far too strong. "What the fuck is this?!" I shouted, scared. He didn't answer, but just pushed my head back down into the dirt. I continued to struggle, and could hear chuckling among the men in the crowd. "You're not going anywhere, bitch. These dogs need a bitch in heat, and you're about as in heat as it gets" he said, in a voice that didn't seem like his own. He pulled me back up into the kneeling position and forced me to look at him. "You didn't wonder why it had to be under the full moon?" he said, grinning with teeth that seemed long and sharp. The entire time he continued to fuck me with long strokes. "What the hell are you?" I whimpered, realizing I wasn't getting away. "We're men. Men who change under a full moon." he literally growled. I heard a noise approaching in front of me and was horrified at what I saw. A foot from my face, looking me right in the eye, was a full grown wolf, snarling at me. Out of reflex I tried backing away, and found myself only impaling myself further on the monster cock pumping inside me. The wolf barked, leaving the familiar scent of beer breath lingering. Backing up further onto the organizer's cock, I could feel his cock thicken even more and he began a low, gutteral growl before falling onto me, pinning me flat on the ground. He began to shout as I could feel his hot seed pouring into me. No, not shout... howl. He continued for about 20 seconds before collapsing entirely. Sweating and heaving, he started biting at my neck, and not the gentle bites he was giving me earlier on this evening. Hard, rough bites - not enough to break the skin. I could feel him starting to climb off, but not before putting his face to my ear saying "we just needed a bitch". With that, he pulled out in one fluid motion, and cum fell from my hole over my balls and onto the ground. I realized my cock had never gone soft the entire time. The wolf padded off out of my sight and another of these savage beasts climbed on top of me, slipping an extremely hard cock up my cummy hole. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and in no time at all, he repeated the organizer's performance, howling as he bred me deep, driving that load as far into me as it would go. All men's cum feels warm when it pours into you, but these loads literally felt hot, like they were burning into the battered walls of my ass. Grateful I was finally getting what I wanted, I started getting back into it, despite the confusion and fear of what I'd just seen. I made a conscious effort to keep my face planted against the ground, and not to look at any of them. The scenario repeated itself over and over, and once again I lost count of the DNA deposits planted in my extremely loose hole. There seemed to be a lull and I had wondered if all of them had gotten what they needed, when two of the men grabbed my my the arms and flipped me over onto my back. Now having to look up at them, I wondered if I had hallucinated the whole thing. These men just seemed like sweaty, spent men - not the wolf-esque beasts they seemed before. I looked up and the full moon had started receding behind the trees of the clearing. Looking around, I didn't see the actual wolf that looked ready to attack me just moments before. I counted my blessings that they weren't going to let the beast breed me as well, but then realized that if what these men said was true, it very well could have, in a different form. Still pinned down by the two "men", I saw Organizer approach once more. He knelt down between my knees, but still looked the same. I knew at that point I hadn't imagined it, because he hadn't changed back. He pushed my legs as far back as they would go and stared at my ruined hole. "You did surprisingly well, bitch." Realizing before I said it how ridiculous the question was, I asked "Are... are you a wolf?" "Something like that." he responded, once again driving his entire thick cock back into my chute. He took his time, this time, savoring the experience. I didn't want to look at him in this state, but found myself unable to look away. He looked me in the eye the entire time, probably reveling in the feeling of 21 loads surrounding his cock. "Am... I going to change?" I shakily asked, but enjoying the hard cock pounding those loads into me and out of me. "Yes, you are." He continued his assault. "I'm going to become a werewolf?!" I said, frightened yet surprisingly turned on. The men around me all laughed. "No, bitch, it doesn't work that way". "But you said I would change..." "And you will" he said, bottoming out in my ass, his balls resting against my cheeks. I was going back and forth between confusion and arousal, both at the cock sliding easily in and out of my sloppy hole, but also at the idea of these men making me like them. Sensing my confusion, he waved the men holding me down away, pushed my knees to my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "You're going to change, but not to become a werewolf. You've been given a different gift tonight." My heart stopped. I knew that word. I'd spent enough time online and on BBRT to know what the word "gift" meant at this point. I didn't fight, though. It was too late for that. I was, however, more terrified than I was even when there was a feral wolf looking me in the eye. "You... you said you were neg" I muttered, half scared and half furious. "Oh, I am, bitch. But these other wolves you gave yourself to tonight? That's another story". With that, he began ruthlessly pumping into my hole, furiously pounding until he let out his signature howl one last time. Spent, he pulled out, cum pouring out of my hole. I hadn't realized that most of the men had gone back to the fire at this point, and noticed some were missing, but their clothes were still piled around. I lay there in a daze. What had just happened? How did I get tricked like that? And yet, my cock had never once deflated. "Pick your stuff up, get dressed, and go. These dogs got to mount, got to breed, and that's all we wanted". I looked back up at him, and he looked just like the man who had met me halfway down the hill at 10:00. He made his way back to the fire as well. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I got up and got dressed. A combination of confusion, hurt, fear and lust filled me. I felt my wrecked hole and wiped some cum from it. It still felt like it was searing into my guts inside me. Then I did something I never thought I'd do in this situation (had I ever thought this situation would ever happen). I fingered the poz beast-man cum back into me. As I passed back by the firepit, I couldn't bear to look at anyone. I walked slowly past, hearing whispers, chuckles, and feeling their eyes upon me. As I made my way back to my truck down the hill, I heard footsteps behind me. A hand grasped my shoulder and I swung around to see Organizer. "You did good, bitch." "My name's Brett" I responded, sharply. "I don't care what your name is. To us, you're bitch." "Whatever" I said coldly, pulling away from him to head back to my truck. I was pissed. I'd been tricked, terrified, and taken advantage of in ways that I hadn't even fathomed. As I walked away, he called out to me. "If you truly want to know what it's like to be one of us, come back during the next full moon." I stopped dead in my tracks. What did he mean by that? To be "one of them"... "You're already changing inside. Our cum is different. By the time you get to the doctor tomorrow to go on PeP, it'll be too late. Come back during the next full moon and we'll make it up to you, and maybe even let you mount and knock up the next bitch." Too late for PeP? What the fuck? How was that even possible? And yet, the thought of being like these men, wild and free up here in the mountains, breeding the next hot little bitch that shows up unknowingly, made my cock jump back to full attention. I looked back at Organizer with confused-yet-lusty eyes. "Can I at least know your name?" I asked. "Next full moon, bitch. Be here." -
I used to have a great roommate! He paid his rent on time, cleaned the house, and was pretty much a good friend. But he had one problem, every time I pointed out a guy who I thought was cute, he'd put the moves on him and take him home! This happened a lot, and it really pissed me off, so I decided to do something about it. He was single, and horny alot, so I mentioned a sex party coming up this weekend and asked if he wanted to come along. Of course he jumped at the chance! Now, he had no idea it was a bareback party, nor that most of the attendees, myself included, were poz. I made sure my friends had plenty of party supplies, and rum, 'cause that was his drink of choice. When we arrived, the party had already started, and guys were in various states of nudity. I told him to look around, and I'd get us some drinks. I loaded his first drink with some GHB, a good pour of Rum, and a splash of coke, and I kept them flowing. By the third of these, he shed his clothing and inhibitions, and was making out with a few of the guys. Someone laid out a 'line' and roommate said he had never tried coke before. With my encouragement, he snorted up some high grade Crystal Meth. It hit him hard, and that's when the fun really began. Some of the guys picked him up and carried him to the sling room and laid him in it. He didn't fight being carried, or strapped into the sling, either. We opened up a popper bottle, and he took a big hit of it as one the guys applied a few drops of lube to hit ass - just enough to open him up for some cock. The first guy to fuck him was about 7 1/2 inches, 4 inches around, and pierced with a very unique PA. The fastener ball was spiked, and about to rip up his ass for all the toxic seed that was soon to be deposited. My roommate was so out of it, he barely yelped when he was impaled on the first dick of death. The first shot his load into him and made room for the next cock, another 7 incher dripping hot precum, and slid in a little easier from the first load, then he added his poz seed, and made room for the next guy. Now, most of the guys were about the same size, but the 10th cock was something special. I knew this was going to be a great fuck scene, So I had a friend who dabbles in vidoegraphy bring his equipment to get this part of the party on tape. Before the 10th guy began, we gave my roommate a few bumps, more popper hits, and another dose of GHB. Now about the 10th guy. I had a week before the party trolled the internet for a really big cock. Out of all the guys who replied, I picked this black guy with 11 1/2 inches of Georgia Swamp Snake. This fucker was so big, he couldn't hide in his jeans. Well, after we "prepped" my roommate, the stud slipped right into the prey and slammed him ball deep on the first go around. By then, all the other guys were jerking and shooting their loads the my roommate's throat, and making sure by raking their nails on his gums, just to make sure the toxic seed had another avenue of infection. Well, after this 10th guy shot his load, everyone else wanted some more ass. They fucked my roommate for about 4 hours, and the party had started to break up. I left somewhere in the process, trusting the party hosts would allow my roomie to sleep it off. When I came back in the morning to pick up my roommate, he asked why I left, I said that he said was going to stay, and I left with some other guy. I asked what happened, he said that he was raped by the guys at the party. Not true I told him, then I took him home. While sitting on the couch, I played the tape for him and turned up the volume. Now you could hear him moaning for more cock, as well as hear him call on the tops to fuck him harder. Not once did he say, "stop, you're raping me!" And the while he was watching these men do what he asked, he registered some of the guys fucking him were sporting bio-hazzard tattoos. That totally freaked him out, but I told him if he should take ill, that I'd take him to the clinic to get an HIV Antibody Test. About two months later he came down with a savage cold. Smiling inwardly, I took him to the clinic for the STD clinic. Two days later he received a telephone call from the clinic saying he needed to come in for his results. Needless to say, the deed was done! Now when I see a cute guy, I don't have to worry about my roommate taking him home, 'cause after his meeting with the clinic counselor, he packed up his things and moved in with his parents. What a shame, now I have to find another roommate who paid on time and tided up after himself. Anyone interested?
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