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i have read this topic a few times and decided to make an account. this is my first story ever. so don't be too hard on me and i hope you like it. additions, improvements, comments are welcome. other things too of course. the story is fiction but I hope the more I write, the better it will get. Part 1 Let me introduce myself. I'm Jake, 18 years old, with a smooth body and white skin. I could use some sun. I am sporty and have some nice abs (I think from myself). I'm slim; you can actually see a bit of a 6-pack (not that good, though). I'm. I'm smooth, not too tall or short, just average, and have short, dank blond hair. My legs are well built from soccer play and some fitness. Smooth ass and a bit of a tight bubble butt ass. My cock, about 7 inch, average thickness, and I have my pubic hair smooth shaved. My friend Paul is the same age as me. No, he is not my boyfriend, but we hang out a lot. We met at school and played soccer together, so we became best friends. He told me after some few years of friendship he was gay. Well, I had my troubles with my sexuality back then myself, and 2 months later I kissed him and told him I was gay too. Paul and I are both virgins, no lovers, but we made an arrangement. We do play and discover together. Not really in public, but secretly. No one knows; they think we are just friends. Even my family does not know. Well, then it actually all started I heard the signal that the soccer match was over. We yelled it out, and I ran to Paul. We won! We won! It was the last match of the summer. I hugged him. Teammates joined in, and we all jumped. This was a great last match. We should celebrate that we won and the start of the summer. We went to the bar next to the field to grab a drink. We stayed for about an hour chatting, but soon we were almost alone. Most guys got a shower, had their plans, and left. So after one hour, Paul and I got to get a shower. We took our training suits off and jumped in the shower. All alone in the room, we giggled, slapped each other's asses, and after a while kissed and started wanking. Paul had a nice 6.5 inch cock, and I just dropped down to lick it. He was hard instantly. I licked his balls, grabbed his ass, and worked my way to his cock. I started sucking. I guess I did a good job. Paul started moaning. He grabbed my head and pushed me deeper. As he did, I started gagging. He just laughed while my eyes went deep red. I do love that someone takes control, but I'm still so inexperienced that I always have to get a bit used to a cock deep in my mouth. My spit was dripping from his shaft to his balls, while the water from the shower ran on our backs. I was rock hard myself and started leaking a bit when we heard some noise. I jumped up and turned to the wall to hide my hard cock. We had to laugh really hard when we saw it was just a cat that happened to get caught up in the changing room. I wanted to get back on my knees, but Paul stopped me. "Don't," he said. "I'm too close to cum, and I should not." "I need to tell you something. I looked a bit shocked, afraid of what was coming. It's not a big deal, Jake, for you at least, Paul said. He laughed. Jake, I'm playing a bit with Jason, you know, Jason, the 26-year-old hunk from school? Uhhh, that well-built trainee? Him? Yeah, said Paul. He's gay too and is living with his boyfriend. I found that out when he was calling him on the phone and i heard it by accident. Well, I think he knew I'm into guys too, because he slapped my ass. He found me in the school break later that day and pushed me to the toilets, and he just bent me over. I did not know what to do, so I let him. He pulled down my pants, which fell to my ankles. He, he...he just started licking my ass and hole. It felt so good, Jake. His beard tickling my hole, his tongue. I was in heaven. He even used his fingers and pushed them inside. Jake, it was so good. My jaw dropped open. He did that? Did he, did he fuck you? Took your virginity?. No, he did not... said Paul. He left me there dripping pre-cum and my hole wet with his spit. I wish he did. I have a date with him later today. So maybe..., said Paul. Damn, Paul, that's hot. But isn't he cheating then? Paul: I don't mind, Jake. Have you seen him? He's so hot, and if he's cheating, he'll be my first fuck. If that's what it takes, I'm in. Well, Paul, you have to tell me the details from the date later. I giggled. Nice job, Paul. But I can suck you off, Paul said while he dropped down. Before I knew it, he was sucking me. I was so hard and had not cum in days, so it did not take long. I came in Paul's mouth. He just swallowed. Damm. I looked at Paul. you have never swallowed my cum before and i laughed. that's new. It felt natural, like i had to do it said paul. and it wasn't bad he said with a smile After we washed and dried off, I wished him luck, and we both went our ways. Paul did not message me that evening, nor the day after, and was not at school on Monday. On Tuesday he messaged me. We should meet in the evening at his place. That evening I went over to Paul. So. I said? Don't tell me you spend all the time with Jake, did you? Paul giggles. Well, a bit. He started talking. Paul and Jake had a date at the gay bar in town. That was the first time Paul went there. I did not dare to, afraid of what people would say, think, or tell my parents. I'm just not ready yet. Well, Paul said we had a good drink, a good talk, and, well, he was dressed up so hot. He had a tight white shirt; you could see his abs and chest really well. We kissed a bit, and I met some friends of his. It was crowded. So crowded that we got pushed to each other the whole time. I could feel his chest against me all the time. Paul laughed, i felt something else too Jake. sometimes i felt his cock poking through his pants against me. he is really big i think And Jake... Jason touched my ass all the time. He even got his hands in my pants, and his finger was searching my hole. Tell me more, I said to Paul. Well. He pushed his fingertip against my hole, Jake; it was hot, but I did not dare to say or do anything. I just let him. I could feel his fingertip on my bare hole. Giving it pressure and then letting it get more loose. He was playing with me. It was out in public, but I don't think anyone saw it. I was scared but it was also so hot. We stood there for, like, 10 min. And then someone came by and pushed me a bit, i bumped into jason and Jason just pushed his finger up my hole by then. I almost screamed, Paul said. I don't know if he did it by accident, or extra when I fell into him. It went deep, and it scratched in my hole. I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. He held it in me for, like, some 15 minutes, playing with my hole, fingering me. I just went nuts in public. I started grinding against his finger while I looked deep in his eyes; he just smiled. He was playing with me, Jake. After a while, Jason then took me to the toilets. When we got there, he just ripped his shorts off and pushed me down with my face to his cock. The only thing I could do was suck. He was rough, Jake; he just used my mouth like a fleshjack. He was so hung. i think it was like 8,5 inch. I couldnt take his pole all the way. i just couldnt. i coughed and spluttered. But i tried. My eyes started watering, i could barely see it was so bad. I guess he noticed I was new to it all, because he stopped and asked me if I had ever done this before, Jake. I actually told him I did not and was still a virgin, hoping he would like that. But Jake, damn, was I wrong. He said he liked trained holes that can handle him and wanted to get his pants up again. I insisted, and he let me suck him a bit more. I've never seen such a big dick. its huge Jake. he let me suck his balls. I played with them in my mouth. They were huge to. I licked his shaft and head. I was really doing my best on it. I made that cock so wet with my spit it just glistened. He said he did not want to destroy me right here. I did not really understand Jake. But I think he means he's so big and I'm still a virgin. After we went back to the bar and chatted more, then his friends joined, and later his boyfriend to. He did not mind at all that Jason fooled around with me. After a while, he told me he met his bf at a hotel party where a lot of guys meet and fuck. He asked me if I was interested. It would give us a chance to get more experience, and they are going to. He told me he would fuck the daylight out of me if I would go. Well, Paul said, I was thinking, Jake… Should we both go? No one knows us there; we would lose our virginity, and it sounds hot as hell. I was a bit shocked. I never thought that Paul would be into something like that. Paul saw my face. Jake He said, I know it's shocking, but think about it. We could fuck, maybe find a boyfriend; no one knows us there, and no one would judge. And maybe I could hook up with Jason there, he laughed. You're really into it, huh, Paul? I asked. Paul: I am. I spent 2 days thinking about Jake; I could not get it off my mind. I searched it and watched the site like a thousand times. You should see it and the photos. It really is like a holiday, but then only with white guys and themes. And we don't have to hook up; we can also just watch and enjoy. He passed me the site. Hmm, I said. I'll watch it later, Paul. So Paul, did you guys do anything else? Paul started laughing. Well. I met his friends and had a bit of a pre-holiday party. We went over to Jason's place, and I have seen several guys fuck each other hard. There was so much cum and sweat. I could only watch and play a bit, no fucking, because it was only the pre-party, and I had not booked for the holiday yet. No one fucked me, Jake. But I did suck some cocks clean after they were done fucking. Several guys had tattoos around their cock, belly, etc. Like a group thing. It looked hot. I sucked like 10 guys. I was getting real good at it. They all said i tried my best whit sucking and that i had a nice mouth. Some even fingered me. I think some lubed their fingers; it felt wet. Or they had some cum on their hands still. I'm not sure. I did not ask, but it was hot, though they also couldn't seem to get enough of my ass and kept fingering my hole. they said i had a tight hole and they wanted to explore it further. some really went deep with their fingers. it hurt a bit sometimes, but felt really good afterwards. They said i would love the hotel. that i would have a blast and be a top attraction. they said they would show me around and introduce me if i booked. But that they would introduce me in a small group first so i would be more confident about the hotel. they seemed to want to include me in their group because most of them would also go and had been there before Paul and I talked a long time. Later, when I was back home, I opened the link Paul gave me. It was called the Poz Hotel. I'm not sure what that meant. But I started reading. It was a holiday hotel that took place once a year for guys only. There were several hotel parts/rooms. The top part and a bottom part It had several pools, all-inclusive 24-hour play areas, theme nights, an animation team, a gym, a public restaurant, and theme restaurants. Several party places, whatever that may mean, big gardens (where theme activities started), dungeons, cinemas, etc. your stay will be arranged according to your preference (bottom/top) and your interest. so it has a top and a bottom part i think, whatever that may mean. Not thinking about the link to my sexual preference from top or bottom I kept on reading and looked at the prices. Well. It looked like whenever I made changes in the booking, the price went up or down. I was not really sure what it all meant, but hey. It sounded good, and it was a holiday. So after some time, I discovered we had to book it within a week till the booking closed down, and the rooms were also running out. I phoned Paul, and we decided we should book. Paul would make the booking, as I only said, Make it not too expensive. Let's try to get it as cheap as possible. So he did. He booked us a double bedroom in the bottom part of the hotel. It was the bare part. I thought it was at the bar, but I read over that too quickly. How was I supposed to know? They did ask a lot of questions, and some things made it cheaper. they asked a lot of sexual preferences but paul had arranged all that. i only got a short summary of the booking Paul set ourselves up as a negative active role bottom; our age as 18 made it cheaper. Paul thought it might be student prices. The booking asked us what we liked, like sucking, bare play, older guys, dominators, piss, BDSM, etc., etc. Well, Paul just clicked on it all, and the price kept dropping. That all sounded good to me. Paul didn't go into much detail and went more into the price and facilities such as the swimming pool I thought we'd see what will come from it. In the small lines it did say the guest had to take part in the themes and activities that were chosen, like a roulette game, so everyone joined in at least 3 times (activities or themes). Joining more activities or themes is possible at one's own wish. Paul saw an option opening for us to click on it to join at least 7 roulette games. Only for 18-21 age people. With that, we get a reduced price for the flight. So, as I had ordered Paul, Paul clicked on it and booked it. We did not have that much money, so we thought, what can it be? Like volleyball, spinning classes or so. So he clicked on it and booked it all. It also gave us a link to a more normal hotel site without all the sexual parts in it to show to others if they ask where you would go on holiday. It was the site I showed my parents when I told them Paul and I had booked a holiday with friends. Paul told Jason we booked. Jason was excited when he heard we both booked and told Paul he was in the top part of the hotel and would be happy to lead him around and have some fun activities. He said he would definitely fuck Paul when he wanted to, at the hotel and even after, so he was part of the club. We thought of the hotel club or the tattoo club But after, we would know better. paul went to jason a few more times. sometimes during the day and sometimes in the evening. he didn't tell me much about it, only things about our booked holiday. for example that there are a lot of palm trees, multiple swimming pools, bars and toilets everywhere (why he mentioned the toilets I found strange), theme parties that had been there such as a black party, lotteries, bachelor nights, couples nights, leather parties and you name it. but what it entailed paul didn't really say. only that it would be a lot of fun. Paul was already in the mood for the holiday and the more he told me, the more I got excited too

As the beat-up pickup truck rumbled down the dirt path leading to the secluded farm in rural Pennsylvania, Jake felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The two truckers who had picked him up at the grimy truck stop had already given him a taste of their rough, dominant ways, and he knew the night ahead would be one of the wildest he had ever experienced. He had been craving this kind of depraved attention for a while now, his youthful rebellion and desire to push boundaries driving him to seek out these types of encounters. Ah, Jake, the 24-year-old hairless twink with an insatiable appetite for the seed of muscular, hairy older men. His journey to the rural farm in Pennsylvania with these raunchy truckers was a culmination of his deepest, darkest desires. These men, with their rough, unshaven exteriors and depraved appetites, were the embodiment of his sexual fantasies. They had met under the neon lights of the truck stop urinals, where the scent of diesel mingled with the musk of sweaty men and the promise of filthy encounters. The farm was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of New York City that he was used to. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated barn that loomed in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of manure and sweat, a potent mix that sent a shiver down his spine. The two truckers, their faces obscured by the darkness, cackled with glee as they led him into the barn, the door creaking on its rusted hinges. Inside, Jake's eyes had to adjust to the dim, flickering light of the barn's single bulb. When he could finally see, he was greeted by the sight of five other men, all of them older, burly, and smelling of a combination of diesel, sweat, and raw, unbridled lust. These were the other pigs he had been told about, and they all had the same gleam in their eyes as they sized him up. The seven men were a motley crew of depraved, hairy brutes. Each one had a thick beard and was covered in fur and tattoos from head to toe, their muscles bulging from years of hard labor and a lifestyle devoid of self-care. They were all grinning, showing off yellowed, crooked teeth, as they licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come. The invitation to the farm was a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. The seven men had prepared themselves meticulously for the night of unbridled debauchery that awaited him. Their ritual was a testament to their shared perversion. They had ceased showering for days before Jake's arrival, allowing their natural scents to intensify, a pungent bouquet of male pheromones that would drive the young twink wild. Their uncut cocks grew thick with anticipation, the foreskin shrinking back to reveal swollen heads, ripe and filled, ready to claim the fertile ground that was Jake's pink little cunt. The truckers had also indulged in a meth-filled pregame, their veins buzzing with the drug's potent energy. Their eyes were wide with excitement, their bodies charged and ready to perform the most primal of acts. The farmhouse, a secluded sanctum of vice, was their playground, and Jake was the newest toy to be broken in. As the night began, the men were already high on their own fumes, the room thick with the smell of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of diesel from their clothes. They had already drank a bit of their own piss to keep their throats wet, knowing that they’d have plenty more for Jake throughout the night. They were a cesspool of infection, each one harboring a unique strain of HIV that they were eager to share with Jake. They had spent their lives fucking raw, allowing their disease to thrive and multiply, eager to pass it on to the willing receptacle that was the young twink now standing before them. The biggest, nastiest pig of them all stepped forward, introducing himself as Boss. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a stomach that hung over his belt and a cock that looked more like a baseball bat than a man's member. His breath was hot and rancid, a testament to his lack of hygiene, and his hands were like bear paws, covered in thick, coarse hair. "Welcome to the farm, little piggy," Boss growled, slapping Jake on the ass. "You're gonna get a taste of the good life tonight. We're gonna make you one of us, a real toxic fucker." Jake's knees went weak with a mix of fear and arousal. He had always fantasized about becoming a slut for these types of men, and now it was happening. They had promised him a night of unbridled sexual debauchery, and he was ready to submit to their every whim. The night began with a round of meth, the seven men passing around a pipe as Jake eagerly took his hits. One of them had picked up some truly amazing supplies during one of his recent hauls to Mexico, and all the men were buzzing. Two of the guys started prepping the slams, getting a bit of their blood mixed in before double slamming Jake. As it hit, Jake’s heart raced faster, his pupils dilated, and his skin grew hot as the drug flooded his system. The room spun and his body grew more and more sensitive to every touch. The pigs wasted no time. They stripped him naked, revealing his smooth, hairless body and his plump, inviting ass. Jake's small cock stayed motionless, but his cunt was aching to be filled. The men’s eyes feasting on his youthful form. They were like animals in heat, their grunts and leers making it clear what they planned to do with him. The first to claim him was a trucker named Tom. He was a burly, bearded man with a cock that was almost as thick as Jake's wrist. Sweat was running through his body hair as he stripped down to only his filthy boots. He leaned over jake, sweat and hair falling on his body, trembling with excitement. Tom stared at him, then spit a loogie directly on Jake’s sweet face before slamming his enormous cock deep inside. He didn't bother with lubricant, just spit on his hand and shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole without any preamble. Jake cried out as he was split open, the pain mixing with pleasure as he was filled beyond capacity. As Tom pounded into him, the other men stripped down and moved closer. They were all animals staring at their prey. He was a living, breathing fucktoy for them to use, and he loved every second of it. They were all warned… no rules for the night and Jake never says no. Boss was next, his massive cock with a huge prince albert piercing was hanging there as he walked up and slapped it against Jake’s face. Jake could smell the stench and it made him want it more. Boss got behind him and pushed right in, stretching Jake's ass to the breaking point. He fucked him with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his meaty hands leaving bruises on Jake's hips as he pulled him closer with every thrust. Jake's cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, the taste of piss and sweat from the man's crotch only adding to the intensity of the moment. Ruben was the next to come over to Jake’s pretty face, seeing it choke on one of the other cocks. He started laughing as he told Jake, “Hope you like them nasty, because this cock will hit you hard!” he yanked at Jakes face pulling his mouth to his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Jake sucked on it deep and immediately knew what the man meant. He hadn’t showered in over a week and Jake could taste all of it. The sweat, the piss. His tongue dove under Ruben’s thick foreskin to find a layer of thick smegma. “Fuck yeah. You like my cheese pig?” he snarled. Jake was in heaven. The night grew increasingly raunchy as the pigs indulged in their kinks. The sweat and spit and ripe bodies of the men left the most intoxicating, nasty smell in the barn. There was fisting, as several men’s thick, hairy massive hands plunged deep into Jake's ass until his insides felt like they would tear apart. A few making it elbow deep; two of the pigs had both their hands in there. And then Ruben managed to get his nasty, hairy size 13 foot deep inside Jake’s aching pussy. During a brief break while they smoked a bit more and Jake sucked on their nasty, hairy balls, a few of the guys knew exactly what needed to happen. Jake was laying there, sucking on the thick, sweaty hair around one of the men’s thick guiche piercings, when four of the men started to let their dark, rancid piss cover his smooth body. Jake begged for some down his throat as Boss and another man happily obliged, feeding him their bitter chem piss. Jake taking ever drop as they made sure to cover his face too. As they started to gear up for their next round of toxic loads, a few of the guys had jake lick clean their ripe pits. Jake loved the smell and taste of a man, but he had never had anything this ripe before. He had gone through about four men’s pits, when the biggest, nastiest pig of the group walked up to him. Everyone called him Bull because of his huge, thick septum piercing and the fact that his balls were the size of golf balls. Jake was lucky enough to have met Bull a few times before. He was the ultimate prize. 6’6” tall, built like an ox, and covered in thick hair. His beard always smelled of piss and ass, and his thick 12” uncut cock had a massive Prince Albert piercing that would tear you up. Jake had first met him at his favorite truck stop two years’ prior when Bull made him suck clean his cheesy uncut cock before pissing down his throat. Bull had even taken Jake on a long weekend trip in his 18-wheeler where they partied and fucked from state to state. Jake wore only his jockstrap for four days, while Bull would rape him from town to town, on the side of busy highways a few of the times. They didn’t shower the entire time and when Bull finally dropped him off, holes gaped and exhausted, he had Jake piss down his hairy legs into his socks and nasty work boots before setting off. Bull walked up with a grin on his face. His cock still shining covered in Jake’s insides. Bull leaned over, sweat dripping onto Jake’s face. “I still smell your sweet boy piss in my boots as I drive cross country boy.” Bull spitting directly onto Jake’s opened mouth. "I still jack off into the socks you left soggy thinking about wrecking your pretty little holes, but thankfully I get word that your holes are frequently available to my buddies on the road.” He walked back between Jake’s quivering legs, shoving a shard of meth deep inside his hole before leaning over him, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against Jake’s piss covered jockstrap. “This next round you’re going to be screaming, so I brought one of those cum and piss filled socks to help you.” Shoving one of his nasty socks deep into Jake’s mouth. And with that, he slammed his monstrous cock deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake’s screams muffled by the nasty sock as he was fucked mercilessly by Bull. The cum, spit, and piss had mixed together around his hole. The floor covered in piss as Jake’s body smelled of their sweat, spit and more. The pigs took turns fucking him in every possible way. Jake's body was a canvas for their depravity, and he was living out every twisted fantasy he had ever had. The pain was intense, but Jake found himself begging for more. He craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their toxic seed. The thought of becoming HIV positive was a thrill, a [banned word] that only made him want it more. And these pigs made sure to deliver. The raunchiest kinks came out as the night grew later. They tied him up with ropes and took turns pounding his ass, each man trying to outdo the last in terms of brutality and filth. They used him like a ragdoll, tossing him from one to the other, his body a plaything for their twisted games. Each kept pissing on him, making sure he never got a chance to dry. Their chem piss getting stronger and stronger. They gave him more fists, more feet. A few of them even grabbed barnyard tools and shoved them deep inside the boy begging for more. By the time dawn broke, Jake was a mess. His cunt swollen and prolapsed. His body was covered in cum, piss, and even shit that a few of the guys gave to him, his ass was sore and raw, and his throat was sore from swallowing so much cum. But he was smiling, his eyes glazed over from the drugs and the endless stream of orgasms that had flooded through him. Jake made sure to suck clean every one of their dicks before it was done. Getting to taste every flavor of sweat, piss, cheese and more. Bull had lifted Jake up and got his face and beard deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Licking and growling, inhaling ever scent and flavor he could. He flipped Jake around and spit some of the cum and piss directly into his open mouth. Jake wanted more. He started licking and sucking on Bull’s hairy face. Bull smiled, told Jake to open wide, then shot a massive snot rocket into Jake’s smiling face, eating it up and saying thank you. Jake managed to take it all. His moans of pain and pleasure a symphony of submission. He was in heaven, his body a temple to their toxic masculinity. As the men exhausted themselves, Jake lay there, a mess of cum and sweat, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Their plan had worked. They had broken him in, made him one of their own. He was now a member of their twisted, toxic brotherhood, a walking testament to their power and control. The farm was a place where his no limits bottom nature could truly run wild, and he reveled in it, eager for the next round of filthy, diseased men to come and use him. The farmhouse was now dimly lit, the early morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, casting a sickly glow on the depraved scene before it. The stench of sweat, cum, and desperation hung heavy in the air as Jake, the hairless twink, lay on the makeshift mattress of old sacks and dirty blankets, his body a canvas of bruises and semen from the marathon of debauchery that had unfolded during the night. The seven men who had already used him, their bodies smeared with the evidence of their conquest, had moved aside, leaving him momentarily alone with his thoughts. Jake felt the weight of his two trucker friends' hands on his arms, lifting him into a sitting position. His eyes, glazed over from the mix of pleasure and pain, widened as he felt the sting of needles. He looked down to see two new slams hitting his arms. He looked up at the truckers in a mix of panic and excitement. “You’re one of the most disgusting holes we’ve ever used. Do you really think we’d be done with you already?”, the trucker added before stepping to the side. Jake’s vision blurred from the rush and excitement, when he saw five more men approaching him. These were not the same as the ones from the night before; they were the nastiest kind of pigs he could have ever imagined. Their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. He knew what they wanted, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. Each a giant and somehow nastier than Jake had ever seen before. One was a hairy pig, who was covered in sweat in mis early to mid-60s. The next was this muscular late 40s Latin man who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings—a few of which were clearly gang related. The next was a middle-aged Brazilian man, who was the hairiest man Jake had ever seen and clearly hadn’t showered in some time. The next was a muscle daddy in his 50s who had the most sadistic, evil look in eyes. And finally was a black man who had an absolutely giant over 14 inch uncut cock hanging between his legs. The 60-year-old pig, a creature of depraved delight, walked over to the exhausted yet eager Jake, who lay sprawled on a mattress soiled by the previous night's debauchery. His eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, the old man grabbed Jake's chin, forcing him to look up at his towering, hairy frame. "You think you're ready for round two, you little faggot?" he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. Jake, ever the eager twink, nodded fervently, his pupils dilating with anticipation. The old pig took this as his cue, pulling on Jake’s sopping jockstrap and grabbing his small, uncut cock with a grip that was both painful and thrilling. He twisted and squeezed, his other hand playing with Jake's swollen balls, which had been abused the night before. Jake's whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as the old man began to play a twisted game of tug-of-war with his genitals, pushing him to new heights of pain and arousal. The 48-year-old Brazilian behemoth watched on, his thick, furry chest heaving with excitement. He stepped closer, his own monstrous cock swinging free, and whispered into Jake's ear, "You're gonna love what I do to you, boy." He then crouched down over Jake, his hairy, ripe ass pushing into Jake’s face, begging to be eaten. Jake dove in, using his tongue to lick the hair, sweat, and rank ass cheeks. After all Jake was put through last night, a nasty, dirty ass wasn’t going to push him over the edge. The black man, who went by the name 'Horse' for obvious reasons, walked up and chuckled darkly, stroking his massive member. "Look at this greedy little slut," he murmured, watching Jake's body quiver under the Brazilian's attentions as he was suffocating through the weight and hair. "You're gonna take every inch of this, aren't you, boy?" And with that he shoved all 14 inches deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake screamed, but the Brazilian’s ass kept him busy. Horse pounded harder and harder. Taking breaks every so often to slide his hands deeper and deeper. The muscle daddy stepped up as the Brazilian got up, giving Jake a moment to breathe. The daddy’s insanely cheesy uncut cock bobbing in the air, the scent of unwashed sweat and cum thick around him. He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. "You’ve never tasted a real man like me before. Open up, bitch," he growled, sliding his cock down Jake's throat, not caring if the young twink choked on his thick, meaty length. Jake's eyes watered, his throat stretched to the limit, but he took it all, his body trembling with excitement as the muscle daddy face-fucked him with a brutal efficiency. The daddy’s cock was so incredibly ripe. His balls hitting Jake’s head, smelling like they had never been washed before. And finally, through the brutal face fucking, the daddy’s insanely thick foreskin opened up and Jake could taste the most bitter, insane cheese he had ever had. The daddy just kept thrusting until Jake started filling his mouth filling with piss. The daddy had started to piss a dark, chem piss deep into his mouth, splashing everywhere. Then, without warning, the Brazilian had flipped Jake onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and plunged his tongue into the young man's hole. Jake's sphincter tightened around the intrusion, but the Brazilian was relentless, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he feasted on Jake's ass like a starving animal. He was in there deep as Jake then felt Horse’s massive feet shoved deep into his mouth. Horse wanted them sucked, ripe and sweaty. Jake happily obliged. After the Brazilian was done eating him out, the tattooed convict took his turn next, his thick, hairy thighs parting to reveal his engorged cock. "You're going to be my personal toilet today, slut," he grunted, pushing Jake's face down further into the mattress with his foot as Horse’s foot was still in his mouth. Jake’s hole, swollen and leaking, was high in the air. Jake felt the man's hot breath on his hole before the first stream of piss hit him, the warmth spreading across his cheeks. It started running down his back and onto his face. Soaking into the disgusting mattress with all the other piss and fluids from the night before. The five men continued to take turns, using Jake's body like a plaything, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Even some of the pigs from the night before joined back in. Bull had walked over and pissed onto Jake’s face again. Grabbing the boy’s disgusting jockstrap, giving it a few deep sniffs, before pissing on it and shoving it into Jake’s face. Horse’s feet had been replaced by the convict’s smelly feet, where Jake was busy digging his tongue between every toe. Though now not able to see through his makeshift blindfold. The old pig's sadistic CBT sessions had Jake's cock and balls swollen and bruised, the Brazilian's tongue and beard leaving a trail of saliva and hair down his back, the muscle daddy's cheesy cock still leaving a strong taste in the boy’s mouth despite the piss and feet to help wash it down. Horse waited patiently to slam into the boy’s gaped cunt again, stroking his monstrous cock, watching the twink's ass stretch and contract with each new assault. Finally, it was his turn to wrap things up. He stepped up, his dick pointing to the heavens, and without preamble, slammed into Jake's sore, abused hole. The twink screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as the black man claimed him, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jake's body was a canvas of sweat, spit, and cum, but he didn't care; he was living out his darkest fantasy, surrounded by the very men who could give it to him. The men used him in every conceivable way, pushing his boundaries until they were nothing but a distant memory. They fucked him, choked him, spit on him, and pissed on him, each one leaving their mark on his willing body. The room was a blur of hair, sweat, and musk, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet noises of ravenous sex filling the air. As the marathon session continued, Jake's body began to ache, but his desire never waned. He craved the feeling of being used, the power of their dominance over his willing flesh. He knew he was getting closer to his goal of becoming a toxic hole. His twisted badge of honor and a symbol of his ultimate surrender to the darker side of his sexuality. The night and day passed in a whirlwind of debauchery, each man taking Jake to new heights of pleasure and pain, his small frame bouncing and writhing under their weight. As the morning ended, they all gathered around him, their cocks hard and ready for one final act of depravity. The muscle daddy held him down, his cheesy cock and sweaty balls still buried in Jake's throat and his sweat dripping onto Jake’s exhausted body, as the other eleven men took turns filling his ass with their hot, sticky loads. Jake felt the warmth of their cum flood into him, mixing with the pain and the pleasure, until he was nothing but a vessel for their lust. And as they finished, their sweat mingling with his, he knew he had found his place in this world of unbridled sexual chaos, a place where he was truly alive, truly free. As the last of the men zipped up their pants and left the farm, Jake lay there, a pool of cum around him, his body sore but his soul soaring. He had been used harder than ever before, and he had never felt more alive. He knew he would be back, eager for more, always searching for that next, deeper, darker, dirtier high that only these men could give him. The two truckers took me inside and got me hydrated. They had me sit in my own filth, unable to shower, until the fuck flu finally hit. With each passing hour and day, the men would invite over more of their toxic friends to give me an extra load or two. Each seeing how used and disgusting I was and excited to give me even more. Finally it hit and I could proudly say I was a toxic pig just like the others.

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

Should I Stay Or Should I Go ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Sometimes we meet a person and we know – this is the one. Do you know what I mean? You look at someone and your heart stops missing a beat. Your whole body tingles. You hear the blood rushing in your ears. The world is spinning around you. This happened to me 92 days ago. 92 days with butterflies in my body. 92 days with friends rolling their eyes, because I had only one subject. 92 days full of romance and not one fight. It is strange – in my earlier relationships I was always insecure and jealous. After a short while I was suspicious but this time everything was different. From the moment I met Scorpion I had only eyes for him. And I saw his eyes were only resting on me. It is a great feeling, if you love each other with all of your heart. And tonight I am sitting alone at home and staring into the candle light. I am not sure how long Scorpion is gone. We talked very much and we cried a lot and then he left. The evening started romantically. We bought some stuff to make dinner. We enjoy cooking together. Mostly I do the cooking and he caresses my neck and steals a kiss from my lips. Don’t get me wrong. He is all the man I need. He is quite a macho in our regular life, but also protecting and caring. I do not feel like his possession but I know also, that I belong to him. All the things have changed now. The first time we made love, I was a bit uneasy. Curious but also a bit scared. I was used to get my foreplay. I was used to get sucked and often my lovers licked my ass. With Scorpion it was like changing from day to night. He told me to undress and get on my knees. Then he opened his jeans and ordered me to suck his dick. I wanted to use my hands but he told me to keep my hands down and open my mouth widely. He grabbed my ears and started face fucking me. Although I choked, he didn’t seem to care. After a while I started drooling spit all over my chest. There was so much spit. I thought it would be disgusting, but Scorpion didn’t stop. He simply used my mouth and before shooting his load he withdrew his thick cock from my mouth and ejaculated on my face. I was breathless. At first I thought, this was way too rough, but then I realized this was exactly what I was looking for. I needed a guy who would protect me during the day and use me like a slut at night. Then he fucked me for the first time. He wanted to go bareback, but I was not comfortable with it. And so he agreed after a while to fuck me with a condom. I could see in his expression, that he wasn’t too happy about it. Our foreplay was easy and fast. I received a few slaps to my face and undressed rapidly. He ripped my underpants from my body and threw a jock strap onto the bed. “Wear these…. I don’t want to see your dick” he ordered. Then he shoved me down on my back and told me to spread my legs. He used some lube on his cock and after holding my legs up (they rested next to my chest), he fucked me hard and fast. It was almost like he tried to rip my ass apart. I have never felt so much pain and was never so much satisfied. Scorpion showed me my place and when I tried to jerk off he told me I should take my fucking hands away from my cock. At first I was offended but he explained to me later on, that it was my duty to concentrate myself on satisfying his needs. I should not distract myself by rubbing my clit. He allowed me to jerk off later, while being on the loo. Every time I returned from the bath room he was still awake and grinned cheekily and I would cuddle myself into his arms and only then he told me, how much he loved and needed me. During the act he called me names like slut and bitch. But he never said he loved me during his ejaculation. Somehow I valued that very much. It means more, if you hear those words during the day or before falling asleep. So after a while I’ve learnt, that my submissive vein was not a deficit. Don’t get me wrong. I am not feminine, but at night I am on the receiving end – and I enjoy feeling a real man within me. Several times did Scorpion try to convince me, to forget about the condom. He even promised me, to pull out before shooting his load. And last night we made love in the purest form. Skin on skin and I enjoyed it so much, knowing there was nothing between us anymore. Did I ask him about his status? No. Why? He looks great. I was sure everything would be fine and I didn’t want to make him uneasy. Maybe it was a mistake. In our time nothing can be taken for granted. So he fucked me so hard. he banged me harder than he ever did before. I was used, that he wouldn’t lick my ass. He always told me, that wouldn’t be his job. But this time he denied me any kind of lube. Still I was willing to take the pain, because I knew it would create pleasure for him. He looked me deep into the eyes, when he told me he was about to cum. I reminded him softly to pull out and with a curse he withdrew his cock and shot his load on my stomach and splattered more cum over my chest. For a moment I thought, I did something wrong. He seemed to be upset, that I asked him to keep his promise. But when I came back from the bathroom he was cute as always and he held me in his arms even while I slept. And today he opened up to me finally. He told me, while we ate our dinner, that he loved me and he wanted to be with me. I smiled at him, because it was exactly what I felt in my heart. Then he continued with a serious expression on his face, that he had to tell me something. I was concerned, because of the way his eyes looked at me. I could see a deep sadness, I had never seen before. Scorpion told me, that he was sick and he apologized for risking infecting me also. I heard the words and even though he did not say the letters, I knew he talked about HIV. At first I was furious. He fucked me bareback. Who knows if he really pulled out in time? How could he endanger my health that way? I don’t remember it clearly, but I think I threw my glass after him. I screamed at him, that I hated him and that I cursed the day I ever laid eyes on him. My whole mind was upside down. I didn’t know what to do and so I told him to piss off. Scorpion was not aggressive. He tried to touch me and he actually held me for a while and we both cried, but after a while I pushed him away and told him to leave my flat. He got up and told me, he hoped I would be okay and repeated that he was sorry. For a week I was not able to do the easiest thing. I called in sick on my work, but I didn’t go to see a doctor. All I could do was crying and after a while I asked myself, if I cried because of me or because the lost love. And then I realized, I didn’t want to miss Scorpion in my life. He was sick… okay. There are more serious diseases than HIV. Then another week passed and I received a text message, if I was okay and if he could visit me for a short while to get his stuff. The night I threw him out, he had no chance to take any of his stuff. There was his tooth brush. He left his aftershave in my bathroom. There was his shirt he slept in lately. And I had to admit I had sniffed at it lately. There were of course other clothes in the desks and cupboards. Music CD’s and DVD’s. Scorpion was almost living with me already. I had to ask myself, should I stay or should I go? A few hours after his text, I messaged him back and told him he could come to my apartment in the evening. When he arrived he had two bags with him. He greeted me and dared stepping up to me. He just hesitated for a second, but then he pulled me into his arms and told me he was really sorry and he hoped I would be ok. I couldn’t help it, but I started crying again. Scorpion rubbed my back and then smiled at me. “Everything will be fine. I promise. I took good care of you, even if I put you under danger, I am sure you will be okay…” he promised. Then he went into the bathroom and collected his stuff. After a while he went into the bedroom and opened the drawers to collect his clothes. For a while I was not able to move. I have said so many mean things. But I had to react and so I followed him into the bedroom and stood at the door frame. “Don’t go… “ I whispered. Scorpion stood with his back to me. I could not see his face, but he stopped in his movement. “Please… don’t leave me.” I added. He turned around and looked at me with his beautiful dark eyes. “It is not so easy you know that.” he replied. “Why? I see you with my heart Scorpion. You are the love of my life. There won’t be another. I may meet another guy one day, but I will never love that way again.” I sniffed. He stepped up to me and kissed my forehead. “I thought about you and me for the last two weeks. And you are right, I was mad at you at first, but things have changed. I am not scared, if you are by my side. Healthy or not – as long as you are with me, nothing can harm me.” I told Scorpion and looked deeply into his eyes. Then I went down to my knees and started opening his jeans. “No….” he said. “Yes….” I insisted. In this night we made love, the way he taught me to. “Fuck me hard and cum in me” I begged him and although he was hesitant at first, after a while he banged my ass so hard and brutal. I yelped with every stroke he did and tried my best to massage him with my slit. He slapped me twice before ejaculating and asked me again if I wanted his toxic cum. “Yes – give me your poison.” I screamed. I got lost in his eyes, when he started to moan and felt every splash of cum in my body. “Do you want to go to the loo and clean yourself up and jerk off?” he asked. “No – I would rather stay with you and I want to keep your sperm in me” I answered. He nodded and cuddled up to me. “Stay with me… forever” I whispered. “I have never met someone like you. I will never leave you” he said softly. I turned my head and kissed him on his mouth. Then I felt his cockhead swelling again and this time he fucked me from behind. I believe his promises to stay with me. Will I get and see a doctor? No. Sooner or later I will get the fuck flu – then I will know I am closer to him than ever before. There is no need to be afraid, as long as he allows me to be with him. I made my decision to stay with him.

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Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 1) “Actors for adult movies wanted – only male erotica. Interested? Call 555-BAREBACK for further information.” Jake was at a coffee shop when he read the ad in a gay journal, and being in serious need of some money, he decided he would give it a try, so some two hours later, when at home, he called the company, having decided it was too sensitive a subject to discuss in public. The telephone rang and a male voice answered “BareRapeEnterprises. My name is Sydney. How can I help you?” “Hey there, my name is Jake Myers. I’ve read your ad in a journal and wondered if you are still looking for male actors.” “Yes we are. May I ask your age?” asked the voice on the other end of the call. “I just turned 18,” Jake answered.. “We are looking for young male actors to play the submissive role. Are you top or bottom?” “I'm versatile, I guess, but if you need a bottom, then I'll bottom. Look, I really need the cash, by the way. How much would I earn?” Jake asked, cutting to the chase. “First of all we need to interview you. If our management is satisfied with your looks and your stats you will be invited to a casting. There you will meet our director and maybe another actor with whom you would shoot some scenes. For both – the interview and the casting, you won't get paid, but if you are chosen for a role in a porn movie you get up to 250 dollars per scene. You could earn up to a 1000 dollars per movie - in the beginning,” Sydney explained, adding “There could be changes to the contract, but you will get to read it before you sign it. If, of course, you're chosen.” Jake heard a warm chuckle in Sydney's voice. “May I ask your height and weight?” Sydney continued. “I'm 170 cm tall and weigh around 55 kilos” Jake replied. “Excellent,” Sydney commented, apparently noting down Jake's stats. “What is your hair color and eye color?” he next asked. “Blond with blue eyes,” Jake responded. “Do you have problems changing your style? Haircut, hair color and so on?” Sidney questioned. “Nah – I am open for a change” “Now, you remarked you're a bottom. Are you a virgin?” Jake openly laughed, and then giggling answered "Nope. I am experienced. I've had several boyfriends, and believe me, I know my way around when it comes to sex.” “Alright. I will give this information to my supervisor. Please give me your telephone number. If my supervisor is interested in interviewing you, he'll give you a call." Jake gave Sydney both his home number and his cell phone number, concluding the call by commenting he hoped to hear back from the supervisor. Three days later, while Jake was on the bus, en route to a friend's house, Jake's cell phone rang. “Hello there. This is Tony speaking from BareRapeEnterprises. Am I talking to Jake Myers?” a deep voice asked. His heart skipping a beat, Jake answered “Yes, I'm Jake. Hi Tony, what can I do for you?” “Hey Jake. We would like to invite you to an interview. Are you still interested in taking part in a porn production?” “Yes, I am. I can’t believe you actually called me. I was vaguely thinking you weren't interested," Jake commented. “No – we are casting right now for a new production and so we are quite busy with this project. If you don’t mind, we would like to connect the interview with the casting. This means, if you pass the interview we will take some shootings right away. Is that okay with you?” Tony asked. “Sure, that's fine. When and where do you want me?” “Tomorrow would be fine, say at 10:00 AM,” Tony replied, also providing the address to an apartment where the interview would be held. The next day when Jake arrived at the address, he was a bit disappointed. He had, of course, seen many, many porn porn flicks, and the background location of each flick was usually a large, handsome house complete with a luxurious pool, but the address to which he had been directed was a perfectly ordinary, if not actually run down apartment complex. But, being short of money (and having made a fairly long trip to the address), he rang found the apartment and rang the bell. Almost immediately the door opened, and a good looking guy in a white shirt and a business pants asked "You must be Jake. I'm Tim, and I'm the producer/director of the film." Jake replied appropriately, and when asked, provided his ID card, even as he discretely tried to focus on Tim's crotch, where, it was apparent, an exceptionally large tool resided. Tim made a photocopy of Jake's ID, and gave him a contract to review and sign. Jake definitely signed it, but honestly only skimmed the contract. Taking the contract back from Jake, Tim explained the interview would be used for internal purpose only, but the casting could be videotaped and, if used, Jake would earn 50 dollars. Tim went on explaining, however, it was unlikely the casting video would be used. Then Tim asked a wide range of intimate questions, such as "How often do you bottom?" and "How often do you top?" and "Describe your favorite sexual activities, as well as the most extreme sexual experiences you've had?" Tim specifically asked about gang bangs, piss play, and the largest cock Jake could readily take in his ass. Being an honest fellow, Jake answered he had not yet been a gangbang bottom, but was happy to try, and while he had swallowed piss, yellow play wasn't a major part of his repertoire, and the largest cock he could remember taking was a full eight inches, but he was excited at the prospect of taking a bigger cock in his hole. "Do you have any sexual limits?" Tim asked. "Not especially," Jake answered, adding "but I draw the line with women, boys and animals." Afterwards Tim asked Jake to undress in front of the cam and in so doing, Jake tried to look as sexy as possible, even licking his lips as he smiled into the camera, a la Marilyn Monroe. He also posed to display his tight, small ass, and played with his hole, sliding a couple of fingers into his opening as he moaned like a bitch in heat. Tim was a very 'hands-on' director, and without saying a word, just giving an appreciative smile, slid his thumb into Jake's ass, complimenting him as he did so, saying it was exceptionally tight, and, withdrawing his thumb, Tim took a seat at his desk and asked "Would you mind sucking me off while I film you?" In a nanosecond Jake was down on his knees, opening Tim's belt and zipper, and helping Tim pull his trousers down, revealing Tim's fat, eight inch, rock solid cock. Initially Jake simply stroked Tim, but as the cam recorded the images, Jake swirled his tongue around Tim's dick head, licking the underside of his prick, all the while trying to keep some degree of eye contact with the camera. As he did so, Tim encouraged Jake to give the cam a good show, urging “You gotta suck harder and keep your eyes on me. Yeah, look at me…. yeah – right,” he moaned. Jake had made-up his mind to drain Tim's balls empty, wanting to give him such a great blow job that Tim would be sure to cast Jake in the next movie, Jake as the latest star in the porn industry, earning thousands and thousands of dollars with each film. “You gotta keep my junk in your mouth. Keep it in your mouth and show it to me,” Tim grunted. Jake sucked hard on Tim’s cock, sensing Tim was beyond horny, convincing himself he could see all-consuming lust in Tim's eyes. And apparently Jake was right, as just as he sensed Tim's cock swell-up even harder, Tim climaxed, shooting wad after wad up into Jake's mouth, collecting Tim's ample load of seven cum shots into his mouth, holding all the full, rich white sperm in his mouth, Jake slid off Tim's dick, moved closer to the camera, whereupon Tim murmured “Open your mouth to me. Show me the pool of semen. Fuckin' nice.” Then Tim instructed “Now close your mouth and swallow, showing me your cum-coated tongue - yeah, great, let's see the cum coating your mouth, teeth and tongue. Very nice. Now, swallow the sperm, junk boy," Tim instructed. Jake looked a bit puzzled, and gestured to Tim and trying to form a word: “Heeeerrrr… thy?” Tim understood. He had been in this position before. “Healthy? Of course I am healthy. We don’t gamble with our actors. We take testing our staff and future stuff very seriously,” almost giving Jake a look of absolute annoyance. Without any additional hesitation Jake closed his mouth, swallowing Tim's load, and then opening his mouth to illustrate the accomplishment. “There you go…. well done and a nice shot…. except the ending,” Tim remarked as he began to rouse himself. “Sorry, but I totally forgot this subject and I want to stay healthy and you are obviously recording bareback porn,” Jake responded, trying to explain himself. “Nah – it's okay," Tim replied, adding "Like I said, we have health tests regularly to secure the safety of our staff. You as a newcomer, you have to prove to us you're are healthy. We want an authorized provider. You'll get the money for your test back, if you are cast for a film.” With the explanation Jake relaxed a little bit more and felt safe again. “We will call you – if the material is good enough for our executive staff.” With that Jake rose and dressed, once again apologizing for the confusion, even as he was sure he wouldn’t be cast for a film. But even so he decided to get tested, film or no film, just to be prepared. Of course the test results were negative, just as Jake expected, thinking to himself 'But then HIV transmission from oral sex is quite rare, isn't it?' Jake was a reasonably careful man, feeling he wouldn't gamble with his health, and knowing the rules, felt he would be able to participate in the bareback porn industry and yet avoid contracting HIV. Tim, meanwhile, had already concluded Jake would be a perfect match for the scam Tim and his partner (yes… there were only two involved in this scam) had in mind for the many biohazard tops who were always craving young, innocent boys.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

Part 1 Six months ago, James got to know John and Amir in the back room of the bar. John and Amir both took turns fucking James' ass in the back room of the bar. "Do you like our bare and dirty cocks?" "Wanna get some hot cum in your unprotected hole?" John and Amir whispered in James' ears. "Yes seed me", "recharge my hole", "give me your poison", begged James greedily. Finally, when both men had emptied their positive seeds into James' hole all three men returned to the bar side. John and Amir were happy to meet a new poz-hungry man. The men said they were a couple and had been together for 5 years. Amir had already been a poz when they met and had corrupted John early in their relationship. John had wanted to get an infected cock for a long time and had been looking for a suitable positive inseminator. James said that he had the fuck flu six months ago, but he doesn't know who gave him the virus. John, Amir and James drank beer and talked for a long time. John and Amir said that together with their friends, they had founded their own club for positive men, which met a couple of times a month. The club did all kinds of fun together. Sometimes we spend movie nights or a day at the beach together, sometimes we organize fuck parties and sometimes we cook together. The Positive Daddies club is a safe space for positive men to be together, talk, enjoy nudity and have uninhibited sex together. The idea for the club was born from the fact that many in the positive men's circle of friends had chased the virus, but had not found a suitable infector. The club can help chasers, although only infected positive men can become full members. Negative chasers can only become trial members of the club and can only participate in fuck fests, but not in other club events. John and Amir said that the club already had several regular members today, who have progressed from trial membership to full members. James was really enthusiastic about the club and definitely wanted to be involved in the club's activities. "As a positive man, you can become a member directly, but it requires that all members are in favor of joining. The process proceeds so that you can come and present yourself at the next meeting, and at the meeting it will be decided whether you will be accepted as a member," said John. "Next week we have a movie night at a member's house. If you want to come and present yourself, it is possible," continued Amir. ___ I don't know if this setting is interesting enough for a sequel?

Going to the doctor is a pain in the ass, but when your doc blocks the renewal of your Truvada script, he has you by the short hairs. I booked the last appointment of the day to minimize the time off work. When I arrived, the waiting room was packed out. I stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in my suit. Most of the guys were casual, wearing jeans or shorts. Given the time of day, I guessed most of the guys weren't working, particularly as my doc has a large infectious disease practice. Some of them were clearly long-term poz, showing a little wasting and or a lot of vascularity. So fucking sexy! Soon I was brought to a room, and shortly thereafter Doctor Woods came in and gave me a warm hug. It's great having a doctor close to my own age, and so sexy too. I've been going to Brad for several years, and we have a great doctor / patient relationship. We're both early 30's and keep ourselves fit. From time to time I see Brad and his boyfriend at the gym and out at the clubs. They are both tall and lean, and surprisingly vascular from exercise. Having seen both Doc Woods and his boyfriend in the showers at the gym, I knew he has a sweet uncut cock, just like mine, and his boyfriend is cut and has huge low-hangers. Both of them are also quite gifted, swinging big packages. "Rik! Dude! It's been six months since your last appointment! To stay on Truvada, I need to see you every six months." "Yeah, sorry, I've been busy with work and just didn't make the time...." He looked in my eyes and held the gaze for a while to make his point, and said "Go ahead and take everything off except for your underwear, and then up on the table." He asked the usual health history questions you might expect as he was feeling around my neck and then listening to my heart and lungs. His hand grabbed on to my pec as he listened to my back. He gave my tit a little squeeze and then gave a little tweak on my nip... which made my cock spring to attention. He made some notes and then asked, "I'm going to assume you've been sexually active, right?" He gave me a big smile, because he knew that I was testing just how good Truvada really is. "Yep, I'm breeding and seeding. Always looking for holes and poles." "I don't doubt it; your reputation is firmly intact. Once a slut, always a slut! (He's called me a slut in the locker room at the gym, so this isn't anything new!) “Go ahead and lay down and turn on your side. I'll do a rectal swab and check your prostate." I slid my underwear off, then turned to my left side. Dr Woods lightly touched me under my leg saying "Bring your knees up towards your chest." Then he brought a rectal swab and a specimen container over to the table, commenting "The lube is cold, sorry." With that, his gloved finger slid inside me. And... I was totally boned at the feeling of his finger probing my hole. He had done it several times over the years, but each time I find it completely hot. As his finger felt-up my prostate he shot a few more comments to me: "It feels like this hot hole is seeing a lot of action. There was almost no resistance to my finger." "I've had a fist or two up there, and I always enjoy having a hot top breed me to keep me in practice." "You do have hot ass... and interesting choice of word. 'Breed'. Do you know whether or not you've taken any poz loads?" "Yeah, I imagine I have. But most guys are undetectable these days. I don't even ask anymore." "Yeah ... a cum dump. You haven't had a guy tell you he just gave you a poz load?" "Not often enough!" "Yeah, a lot of my patients get off on that. You get off on taking toxic loads?" His continued rubbing of my prostate and working my hole was making me crazy. This wasn't the conversation I imagined I'd be having with my doctor. "Doc, you better take it easy there, you got me close!" "I don't think I heard an answer to my question." "Oh god ... yes ... yeah, I get off on toxic loads ... fuck I'm going to cum!" With that, he inserted a couple more fingers up my hole, and with the other he put the specimen cup over my uncut cock. "Cum in the cup, stud." I had one of the biggest orgasms I've had in a while. I did my best to get my load inside the cup, but I made a mess everywhere. "Nicely done, stud. Just relax for a minute and I'll do your rectal swab." I felt him swabbing my hole and then heard it go into its receptacle. He placed the uncovered specimen jar on the counter. "Take a minute to pull yourself together. Here's a couple paper towels, clean yourself off. Don't worry about the mess. Leave your shirt off. Teddy is going to come in and draw some blood. I'll be back before you leave, I need to consult with another doctor about something." I dressed and moved over to the chair. The exam table had cum everywhere ... and some dripping down the wall. I guessed Teddy would be tasked with dealing with the mess. I've known Teddy for years. He's a hairy 5'8" Italian fireplug that I've fucked with over the years at the baths. He's one of those guys who has a a 5:00 o’clock shadow at 10:00 AM. Back in the day, he would be described as a Castro Clone, sporting brown hair and bushy mustache. Way before seeing him at Doctor Wood's office, when we met up at the sex club, he worshipped my muscular arms and pecs before we'd get down to breeding. Now he gets to perv out over my veiny arms during a blood draw. I'm got low body fat, so giving blood is no big deal. I've got veins for days. The standard routine is I lay my arm out for him to find a vein, and he lightly traces his fingers up and down my arm, while telling me hot sexy it is. When Teddy arrived, he stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked over to me giving me a quick kiss, saying, "Hey sexy!" Being about 6" taller than him, I'm at a perfect height for him to latch onto a nip and let him suck it to being fully hard. If I hadn't just cum, I would have been aching to fuck him right there. Teddy broke the daydream and asked, "We're doing the usual HIV labs, right?" I replied "No, Teddy, I'm neg and on Truvada." He said, "Oh, sorry. Most guys that come here are poz. My mistake." I said, "Don't sweat it, it's not a big deal." Teddy replied, "Good, by the way, I converted six months ago and would love a chance to breed you. I'm nice and toxic," he said with salacious smile. I pulled him close to my chest and whispered, "I'd love your poz load." He whispered back, "Believe me, I'd like to give it to you." Once again my cock was as hard as a rock. After Teddy drew up some vials of blood, he gathered the swab and blood vials and said "The doctor will be with you in a minute," leaving the door open as he left the room. I saw there shirtless, and noticed several patients who passed through the hallway gave me a good glance. While I wanted to tweak my nips to give them something to look at, I held off. Dr. Woods then arrived and closed the door, "I think I felt something on your prostate ... kinda like a couple bumps. I'd like to be safe and make sure it's nothing important. I've made an appointment for you with Dr. Grant. I want you to see him for an ultrasound, no other urologist. Also, I need you off Truvada for the time being." "You gotta be kidding me! Is that really necessary?" "You're whining. Just do it." At the checkout desk, I got my referral card for Dr. Grant. The appointment was two weeks away! Holy fuck, how the hell was I supposed to stay off Truvada for that long? It was the longest two weeks of my fucking life. Sure, I got to breed some hot hole, and got my hole fisted by a couple guys, but it wasn't like getting fucked and taking a load. I hit up some of my undetectable poz buds who I know are good about their meds so that I could get their loads. The day of my appointment with Dr. Grant, I had the day off, so I got a quick workout at the gym done before I drove to the appointment. He's in the same building as Dr. Woods, just one floor up. After brief delay in the waiting room, I was called into the back area. A hot, young Hispanic nurse had me take off my clothes, put on a robe, then lock my stuff in the locker. He looked like he just barely got out of high school. I wanted to pull him into the dressing room and fuck him senseless. He was at least six-foot-tall and had exceptionally beautiful caramel skin. He was absolutely gorgeous. The hottie was waiting when I came out of the dressing room and took me to an exam room. "The doctor will see you shortly," he said with a smile and disappeared. The door to the exam room opened and in walked Dr. Grant ... who, it turned out, was Dr. Wood's boyfriend. Standing in front of me was the stud with a brick shithouse body who, for years, I've seen naked. And he looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a lab coat over a form-fitting polo shirt and his pecs were straining against the fabric. It was an amazing vision. I was glad I was sitting on the exam table because the robe hid my growing hard-on. If he wasn't quick, there would be a big precum wet spot growing. I extended my hand and said, "Justin, I didn't know you were a doctor as well! "Yeah, it's easier having a partner that understands the demands of the job. It's great to see you, hot stuff! Brad called me when you were in his office and he told me you have an issue that both of us can help you with." "Yeah, he said there were some bumps on my prostate and I should have them looked at." "And the Truvada?" he asked, "Have you complied with his direction?" "Yes, I have." "Great," he said as he removed his lab coat, which meant I got to appreciate his beautiful body. Some tufts of hair poked above the neck of his shirt, which suggested both his arms and his beautiful pecs were covered with fur. "Okay, I need to check your prostate health to make sure everything is okay. Go ahead and lay back on the table, turn your side and we'll get a look." With my cock rock hard, Justin went about with the ultrasound. He showed me the ultrasound probe that would be going up my asshole, explaining the procedure won't take long. In short order, he rubbed some lube on my hole, then inserted two, then three fingers inside my anus, rubbing them in and out, just like Brad had done two weeks earlier. I remember feeling a slight sting, possibly from a fingernail, but the subtle pressure he was applying to my prostate had turned into pleasure, so my attention was re-directed. I do remember being slightly surprised he wasn't wearing any gloves, but figured that was his business. "Feels awesome doc ... I've needed some action back there." "Good, I'm going to insert the ultrasound probe. It's a little bit bigger, but I'm sure you'll take it like a champ." Justin pulled out his fingers and inserted the ultrasound device. He moved in slow movements in and around my hole. His eyes were focused on the monitor, one hand was managing the probe, but the other hand was draped over my abs inching towards my fully engorged cock. After a couple minutes, Justin untied the gown and pushed it off me, fully exposing my body to him. With the probe still inside me, all I could do was enjoy the experience of him working my hole. He continued to to explore both my ass and also smeared the precum around the head of my cock and foreskin. He was driving me crazy. He withdrew the probe and said, "I have something else that would make your hole feel nice. Just lie still." I heard him strip off his shirt and remove his pants. He felt around my lubed up hole, which he spread onto his cock. "I think you'll like this probe better." Still on my side, he easily slid his big cock inside my hole from behind and started slowly fucking me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said, "Stand up, I want to feel your whole body." I turned to face this amazing stud, with buzzed pubes and huge cock... and a big biohazard tattoo right above his cock. His cock was a little messy with lube a little blood, but everything else was perfect. In a sex club, I would have sucked that cock clean. He asked, "What turns you on more, my fat cock or my biohazard tattoo?" "They both do." He smiled, "One before the other, so back up onto the table and let me back inside that sweet hole." I put my hand on his chest and asked, "You undetectable? Because you know I'm off Truvada." “Yeah, that's just the thing. We had you stop Truvada for a reason. Brad and I both know that you get off on taking all kinds of loads, and we'd like the opportunity to share our DNA to poz you. We converted about a year ago and don't take meds. We're working on converting several more hot guys, and we hope you'll join our conversion club.” "You know this is kinda fucked up, right? I’m probably not protected!" "Rik, look at your cock. You haven't stopped precumming since you got a look at my biohazard tattoo. Get a feel of my low-hangers and tell me you don't want me to fill your hole with a hot load." I reached out and grabbed his huge nuts, and he just moaned. I gave them a squeeze and a tug, and his poz precum oozed on my hand. Actually, he was precumming like crazy as well. I thought my cock gushed precum, but his was drooling. He probably already spread his poison all inside me. "You join our conversion club and you will go on the adventure of a lifetime. Brad and I really want you in with us in breeding the hottest guys." I needed a minute to think about this, but his biohazard tattoo was calling to me. I squatted down to run my fingers over it and to absorb what it meant to him … and what it might mean for me. I was compelled to lick it and suck his tattoo, as if that alone would make a difference. Having a tattoo like that would be sexy as hell. Justin brought me to my feet and backed me up to the table, then bent down to suck on my nips. How could he know that's the fastest way to make me lose control? In no time he was nursing on my tits while I was flat on my back on the table. I was in ecstasy having this infected stud wanting to breed my hole. I lifted my legs to let Justin into my neg hole so he could poz me. Getting his load was just too hot to deny. I could figure out the rest with Dr. Woods later if I change my mind. He said, "Put my cock in your hole and show me what you want." I reached out and grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it up and down my gaping ass slit. His eyes rolled back and he had a satisfied grin on his face. "Yeah, stud. You will love our virus. We'll change your life in ways you can't imagine." I let go of his cock and wrapped my legs around his sexy ass to pull him into me. "Oh yeah ... We've wanted to breed you for a very long time. We've seen you at the gym and always thought you would be an excellent hole to breed and seed. Ever since we converted, you have been on the top of our list to infect." This was so fucking erotic, having this amazing man wanting to fuck his poisonous load inside me. I was happy to take Truvada and stay neg, but having the opportunity to get bred like this is amazing. Justin started his fucking easy, but it wasn't long before he really pounded my hole, doing his best to attack from several angles. "Oh man, your cock feels great … just as good as I hoped it would.” He threw he head back and said, "Fuck dude, here comes my nasty load right inside your hole!" My hole was gaping and abused, and he looked like he just ran a marathon. After keeping his infected cock in my ass for as long as possible, he slowly pulled out. He grabbed a pillow to put under my ass. "Just let that toxic load marinate inside you. Let the infection take hold." “…nfection take hold .…” It took a minute to set in. After having spent years trying to avoid HIV, I had willingly agreed to seroconvert. He cleaned up his cock, pulled on his jock, and picked-up the intercom saying "Mateo, please let Dr Woods know he's needed here. And then please join us in the exam room."

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I had planned it all out. I was nervous and took a glass of wine gulping it down. The knock on the door ,though expected ,startled me. I opened it. “ Hi”I said. The guy I met, smiled” Hello “. Even as I let him in I felt a sense of control start to flow away from me. He seemed more in control , more sure of himself. Another knock. I let the other guy in as well. He seemed less certain , but more certain than me. I was the one who set this up and yet I was the one that seemed more on edge. “ Would you like a drink?” “No “they both said . The first guy smiled and said “working”. “Of course”I stammered “ “Do you two know each other? .” The two guys looked at each other “ No” I sat on the edge of the bed. Was this what I truly wanted? A hotel room ? Two prostitutes or should I say Escorts? “ You both are Poz not on meds?” They now looked at each other more intently and then back at me. “ I am Neg, not on PREP .I only have tonight in London by myself... so... do you mind if I get another drink?”. “ So you want Raw, Poz dicks in your ass?” The first guy smiled.” You don’t need a drink, you need a huge hit of poppers”. I looked around taking in my surroundings, for the first time really, even though I had checked in four hours before. What the actual fuck was I doing ? Here I was in a hotel ,near the Airport about to have sex with two Poz Prostitutes. Six hours before I had been having a farewell lunch with friends. None of them would ever guess I would now be here doing this. “Who the hell was I ?” For a moment I thought I could pull out of this. I mean they would have seen this before, Clients chickening out. Wives , closeted. They would have seen it all before. But some fucked up Neg guy booking two prostitutes on online ads because they were Poz and I had had too much poppers up my nose and too much twisted fantasy in my my head. “ It’s ok” The second guy spoke for really the first time.” Take off your clothes”. I gulped and within seconds we were all taking our clothes off except our underwear . The first guy” So this is a conversion ?” Yes I suppose” I blurted. “ Fuck hot “ he replied. “Suck my dick “ and without any further hesitation I grabbed his cock and started sucking. “ Suck that Poz dick you sick prick” This made me hornier. While still sucking one of my arms went for the trousers on the floor, grabbing my poppers from my pocket then inhaling hard. “ Can I have some? “The second guy stepped forward and took the poppers from me. He took deep sniffs. “ Suck my cock as well “and pulled his hard cock out of his underwear. He had a PA attached to the end of his dick.. I started sucking this dick now. In the background a French bareback film was playing from my USB on the TV. “I am not sure about this” The second guy said. At the same time he didn’t take his dick out of my mouth. I stopped. “ I want this. I really want this. I need Poz toxic cum up my ass. I know what I am doing. I don’t want to make this uncomfortable for you, but I need to be Poz. You are doing me a huge favour that I can’t thank you enough for.” He smiled and eased himself. “Fuck you sick slut I am going to Poz you so hard that it won’t be just the toxic load that makes you Poz, it will be my dick ripping you apart and making you bleed. “ With that the second guy took the poppers off the first ,took a huge sniff and pushed the bottle to me . As I took the bottle, he pulled down my underwear and threw them off. He then pushed me face down onto the bed. “ You want a toxic dick I am giving you one.” I have no idea where he got the lubricant from. It could have been from my suitcase, more likely he had some. I felt huge pain but he seemed to know this and covered my mouth with his hand as I yelled. Then suddenly I saw a different popper bottle in front of me and I sniffed in heaven and started to relax. The first guy came around to my head and had his knees open against each side of my mouth. I started sucking his cock as I saw a third bottle of poppers appear before my nose. “ You want that big Poz dick . Keep sucking you whore. You fucking love that infected dick don’t you” I kept slurping and sucking. I felt guilt I was putting these two guys through this.I felt guilty I wanted this and yet it was though my soul desired this fucked up situation. “ I need to be Poz, infect me.Charge me up” I yelled. They swapped. I felt another hard dick up my ass. “ Make me pregnant. Knock me up”. I yelled. “You sick fucking slut take that fucking toxic dick” I heard. “Plant your dirty seed up my Neg Ass”. It seemed that each word made them release their inner Poz pig.” You are going to be fucked up so badly”they said. Each time they put their dicks in my ass and poppers up my nose I was one step closer to my goal. I started to lose all sense of who was doing what .One moment I was sucking on a PA, the next moment a fat juicy cock. Both were up my ass.My head was starting to ache with the amount of poppers that was in my head.” I need to be charged pregnant “ I said. All I could smell was sex and poppers. “ You know soon you will be fucked up ,truly fucked up. No escape. Pozzed well and truly” In the haze that was my head I thought I felt the PA, but the poppers were so much I have no idea. Then I heard a whisper.” You sure? “ against my ear. “ Make me Poz” I said. “I am going to charge you Po..... “and then silence. “You fucking sick twaisted slut.”I felt it inside. I always hoped I would. Here it was .I had a charged Poz load up me. I smiled as a dick left my mouth. I was so high in poppers I had no idea that the dick that now entered my body was the one with a PA attached. But the sudden pain made me remember.” You are fucked, you Neg slut. You will be pozzed by the time this is over “ More poppers under my nose. “ Fuck do you want a charged bloody load?” So the pain was not just the dick. “ Please” I pleaded “please do this ,make me Poz” The pace picked up. “You need to be toxic don’t you “ he said “ yes “ I pleaded. “You know this will fuck you right up.” He said. “ “ Yes” I pleaded . “Make me your toxic dump.”He breathed heavily in my ear and then stopped. I felt it . I felt it in my ass. In Heaven. I had crossed over. I was gone. For a minute, maybe less I lay there. All three of us were breathing heavily. My finger touched my ass . It explored inside my ass while the once fat Poz dick became limper. I took the finger out and saw it up against my eyes. Both blood and cum met my eye. “ Thankyou “ I said Well you paid us you sick fuck. Hopefully you got what you wanted” I smiled” I did”

Grabbing my keys and wallet I got out of the car and crossed the short parking lot and entered the bathhouse. The smell of sweat and man greeted my nose and my heart beat rose. This was my third time coming here and I was still nervous. The same old guy as the other times was sitting behind the counter, a bit skinny for my tastes but he had this huge uncut cock that always seemed to be dripping a bit of precum on the seat of the stool het sat on. “Welcome back, enjoy the party” he told me as I passed over my money and got my wristband and key. I thought this odd as the last 2 times he didn’t even speak to me, just sort of grunted and took my money. As I entered I looked around but didn’t see any notices. Maybe because today is Sunday I thought. The other times I had stopped by on Saturday night since I figured it would be the busiest then and I could have the most fun watching guy and jerking off. I made it a point to not actually do anything I was strictly a voyeur; I loved watching the guy getting fucked and sucking. It was like live action Treasure Island, I could never think of joining in but loved to watch the bottom with their eyes in a cum craze as they took a load. I went to my locker took off my shorts and tank top and wrapped my towel around my waist. Looking in the mirror I smiled thinking I was adorable. I’m 6 foot 1, dark hair with a nice furry body, the only thing I never liked was that my cock didn’t seem to match, it was a decent 6 and a half inches and uncut but still, on me it look smaller due to my big frame. Shaking my head I proceeded to walk out and into the main area of the bathhouse. The doors on either side of me were open and about half had occupants, most bottoms playing with toys and moaning as they worked their holes, a couple in them had guys fucking. I noticed that a lot of the guys seemed older and closer to the age of the doorman then the last time I was here. Seems the average age was at least 45, plus unlike on Saturday there was a lot more body hair, which was fine with me I love furry guys. I decided to start in the steam room to relax first before I went in search of something hot to watch. Seems fate liked me since when I entered there was about 5 guys already there and one was getting a blow job. Again they all seem at least 10 years older than me, at least 45 and most seems like 50 or 60. They all had hairy white body hair matted to them, sweat dripping down. I sat opposite the show and started to get hard, the steam doing its work relaxing me. I tilted my head back and breathed deep. I noticed the bench shit a bit and look and saw that one of the other guy had moved over at sat next to me. He was damn sexy, not my usual type, probably around 65 but muscled and covered in trimmed white fur with a goatee, looked like classic construction worker hottie. He ran his hand through his wet hair and I saw a deeply furred pit and my cock twitched. He caught me looking and smiled giving his towel a squeeze around what seemed to be a rather impressive cock. In one motion he flipped open his towel revealing my guess had been right. There not even fully hard was a thick, uncut, cock at least 7 inches and grow. The head had just started to poke out from the hood. He grabbed my hand and lead it to his stiffing cock and I began to stroke him, feeling it become slick with sweat, steam, and the most precum I had ever seen. This was not in my plan I never get involved I just watch but damn I do love big cocks. The gentleman trusting in my control lean back and then as if knowing it would get me put his hands behind his head exposing his pits and he leaned back and moaned. I was still nervous about doing anything too risky when I felt the bench shift and noticed that one of the other occupants had come over as well. This guy was really not my type, must have been about 70 and very thin, I like meat on my guys, but I am also polite so it is hard for me to really reject anyone. I felt him loosen my towel with his hand and exposed my cock, standing straight up out of my black furry bush, precum at the tip. Before I could stop him his mouth was on me sucking it hard and fast. His tongue swirled around the head and slithered down and lick my balls when he deep throated me. I lost my rhythm with the hot muscle daddy, but he didn’t seem to mind, His hand came over and started working my nipples and then stroking my hair. I found it oddly reassuring as the guy sucked me harder and harder. I leaned back with my eyes closed and enjoyed the feelings. The guy sucking me lifted off for a second and removed a bottle from his waist band and took two big inhales before diving back down. I had never done poppers before but from my porn watching I knew what they were. Muscle daddy reached over and snagged the bottle , bringing it to his own nose he inhaled twice and I watched the look of lust come harder into his eyes and his cock gave a jump and precum leaked down. I stared into his eyes as he brought the bottle to my nose and held one nostril closed, staring me down I inhaled my first hit of poppers….then my second…..then my third….. the bottle did not move away until I have taken four hits on each side. My head was spinning and me body felt tingly. The guy sucking my cock stopped, the poppers had made my cock go soft, much to my embarrassment. It was short lived though, since muscle daddy smiled and told me not worry there are lots of thing to do beside that. His hand drifted down and touched my fucked holed and started rubbing it in circles. I moaned and pushed down a bit letting his finger enter me. I must have guess right about his profession because his finger was rough and calloused feeling in my tender hole. I had only been fucked once or twice so I was pretty tight. The skinny guy brought the bottle to my nose again as construction daddy worked my hole. 4 more hits and he slipped another finger in. I was feeling amazing and wanted more. Which is of course when it hit me what I was doing. In a startled panic I sat up wrapped my towel around me and swayed to the door. A little unsteady on my feet from the poppers and left the steam room to get some fresh air. I expected them to say something but only heard what I thought was a knowing chuckle as the door swung closed behind me on a cloud of steam.

Virgin POZ Night (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention. A note was pinned at the door: ‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters. ‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added. I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off. There was no moaning from another party or so. So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it. Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me. I could see five marks already. ‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth. A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench. I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most. He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum. He had been used for quite a while it seemed. I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back. He shivered….. His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake. His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks. “Beautiful…” I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it behind me. *Click* “Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit. “What…. where…. am I” he whispered. I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness. “Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft. “Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet. “Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard. I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house. “Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered. While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans. “Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed. “Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone. “Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled. “I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him. “Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?” “Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him. “Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged. His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself. I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair. “Well… I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key. Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently. I pressed my groin area against his face. *Oooomph* His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit. “Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic. “Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed. The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth. He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now. He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans. Then I moved away from the helpless boy. “No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed. “Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me. “Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now. “Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight. I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number. In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again. He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising. “You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully. “You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him. “Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled. “Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly. “Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

Part 1; I'm a 23 year old neg sex pig, and today was no exception, I was feeling fucking horny as HELL. So, into the shower, wash, and a real thorough douche of my sweet round ASS that I am very proud of, I should be, I work it out regularly enough, then, off I went to my usual sauna haunt. Ben was on the counter. - Hey Ben, how ya doing? - Hey Ollie. GREAT thanks. How are you mate? - I'm doing very good thanks. Too fucking Horny though. - Really. What brings you here then ... He said, being silly We both laughed. I paid my entrance. Given the usual locker key, and towel, and off to the locker area I went. BUT, today was different than usual. A guy in full Leather Gear (Chaps, Boots, and a Leather Waistcoat) was lurking around, drinking a Beer. He was also wearing a Cock-Ring that housed a massive bulging with veins erection. What made this look even HOTTER, was, he was skinny, gaunt, yellow, and a big Bio-Hazard tattoo above his naval. This Man screamed Danger. He screamed Death. BUT FUCK, I was already intoxicated! I found my locker, and got undressed and out of the corner of my eye I could see DANGER Man just staring! I locked up, wrapped my towel around me, and went to walk to the spa when I heard . - OI, cunt, stop right there!!! He kinda startled me, and part of me was saying to myself, 'fucking walk Olllie', a natural reaction I guess if the brain senses danger. BUT, as said, I was already intoxicated. So I froze. He came up from behind, and ripped my towel off letting it fall to the ground. - FUCK Yeah. One peachy round ASS! He slapped each cheek hard, then he parted them, spat on his fingers, and made my CUNT wet. He then inserted a finger. I gasped. - Sweet Jesus. You are one super tight Bitch! Right, get ya towel back on, and come with me to my private cabin. I am your very own private AIDS Daddy for the afternoon. I got my towel back on, and started following him as he walked off. I was filled with utter Fear. Yet, I was filled with an immense erotic intense excitemenT ?☣️?

About three years ago, my nephew confided to my husband and I that he thought he was gay. He was 15 at the time, not exactly the family genius, but decent looking. We gave him our best advice, him living in the deep South, that keeping quiet about it would work well, and maybe explore more in college. A bit about us, we are both very conservative acting, straight laced guys. He is a college professor and I am an attorney. Both of us in our early 40s and been together for damn near 15 years. Both of us have been off and on stacks of anabolics since we were in our early 30s and we are built like brick shithouses. That said, we love our pig sex and slamming from time to time. Both of us have seen guys go down the rabbit hole with Ms. Tina, and we want nothing to do with that. So it stays a rare thing for us. We gave him the best advice that we could based on our own life experiences, but sometimes my nephew can be an idiot and not do as advised. It took some time, but holy shit, that boy could fuck up an anvil with a god damn banana. When he turned 18, right after Thanksgiving to be precise, he got caught sexting with another dude. My brother, his Dad, was livid and demanded that Derek move out of his house. This boy adored his father, but his Dad rejected him completely. I have always been at a loss as to why, since he has no issue with me being gay at all. Maybe its that I am his older brother, or maybe that I am just plain bigger than he is to this day... Who knows? I had planned a trip home to see my aging parents at Christmas, as I always do. On Christmas Day, Jake and I (Cheyenne) piled into my truck and headed south. It took about 13 hours, but we arrived and crashed at my folks' place. It was the first time they had seen me in a year, so the usual celebrations ensued, and finally Jake and I had pounded some Jack Daniels and were off to bed. The next day, Derek pulled us aside, explained what he did, and what happened. We were both pissed, but not much that we could do about it. I agreed to talk to my brother. I knew that wasn't going anywhere, so finally we agreed that Derek could head back with us to Chicago, where we would enroll him in the local public high school so that he could at least finish school. He returned with us, and our houseboy Mark very quickly became friends with him. Now, with a six figure house hold income, neither of us had planned on raising a kid, but now damnit, we apparently had one. It became tighter than we had planned. The food bill for a teen, plus the hidden Copenhagen habit of mine really added up. Pretty soon, my husband was asking about receipts and what was happening to our money. "What the fuck is going on? We are spending way too much?" Jake screamed... " We have a hungry teen boy and a 20 something houseboy" I replied... Then one Friday night we planned a slam session. I was tottally cleaned out as usual, but Dereck required some training. It finally worked out and he got it all taken care of. He was clearly quite nervous. Downstairs to the basement we went. He crawled up in our sling without command, as if he knew what awaited him. It was obvious that Derrk knew what a sling was. Painfully obvious. Crawling right in, he laid back and relaxed. "'Baby boy, you know what is gonna happen to ya?" Jake aked No Sir, but its gonna be good Sir." he responded stay tuned for more?..

PART ONE It all started innocently enough. I know that's what everyone says but it certainly wasn't my intention for things to end up the way they did. My wife died about 20 years ago. For around five years I didn't know what to do with myself, then I discovered the joys of gay sex and was fully-fledged in that lifestyle for a long time keeping it all hidden from my family who thankfully live a long way away. Over that time there wasn't much I didn't try or do to someone else, and we usually did it raw. Unfortunately it bit me on the ass in the end and I ended up poz. It didn't worry me too much as I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later & I was still taking pretty good care of myself despite the fact my daughter was still under the impression I must be living a lonely life. Far from it in fact! The house I had was pretty big though & I was intending to buy a smaller place, seeing it was only me living there aside from any overnight/weekend/weekly "guests" I might have had. My daughter had the great idea of sending her son to help me pack up the house over around a week or so. I didn't think I needed any help but she thought "it'll be good for him & you'll need the company". Great. I didn't have any problems with the boy, he was about 20 years old, straight and a lovely guy but by God the kid was dumb. I'd also heard that some of my "friends" were gonna be in town for a few days and I was intending to catch up with them. Timing! My sex drive wasn't a patch on what it used to be but I was looking forward to catching up with them for some drinks & a good gossip. I'd been up pretty late watching some porn so the banging on the door at 10am came as a bit of a shock. I staggered to the door and was greeted by Brett's smiling face. "Hey there gramps! It's so good to see you!" He stepped inside & gave me a big hug. I tended to only catch up with them round Xmas time and wasn't on social media so I had no idea how much he'd grown, or to be more precise, bulked up. The boy was in fantastic shape. "Thought I'd get here nice & early to get a full day's work in" he said. I can't fault the kid's attitude I guess. "You don't look ready though!" He laughed. "Is there anywhere you want me to start while you have a shower & breakfast?" "Um....sure...the garage I guess?" I replied in my morning haze. "Sure, I'll get straight to it!" About half an hour later with a full belly & a clean body I walked out to my garage. Brett had done a power of work and I could see a bunch of boxes set up for me to determine whether to keep, throw or store. His body showed at too as his young body was coated in sweat. "Wow boy, there'll be nothing left for me to do at this rate!" "I know gramps. Once I get to that part of the garage behind the sheet it'll all be done!" Oh fuck, I thought to myself, I'd forgotten about that this morning. One of the things I really used to love particularly when I was "entertaining", was to use a sex sling. It didn't really worry me too much if I was giving or receiving, I just loved using the damn thing. God knows how many times I seeded a guy or received it myself in that thing. The stories it could tell! I only just realised that my grandson was just about to reveal it. "Well Brett, looks like you could probably do with a break, I'll take it from here!" "No way Gramps, I'm just getting started!" and then the idiot walked over to the sheet and pulled it back. "WOW!!!! What's this Gramps?" My face went bright red (and it's a long time since I've been embarrassed) thinking the secret was well & truly revealed now. "You & Grandma must've got up to all sorts of stuff huh?" By God, how dumb is this kid, she's been dead for nearly twenty years! How sentimental does he think I am! "Ahhhhh yeah, well you know...I was hoping you wouldn't see that" I stammered, thankful for him being so naïve & stupid. "It used to get a bit of work, not so much any more." That part was at least true, he just didn't know that it wasn't his grandmother that was on the receiving end. "So how does it work Gramps? There's a seat & stirrups and a few things here." The dumb boy sat up in the seat, put one of his legs up into the stirrups and was trying with his other one. You know how in movies there's the cliché where a docile animal or person will get a taste for blood or something will just trigger a different side of their personality and then they'll become a maniac. As I looked over to the sling, it wasn't my grandson that I saw. My insatiable sex drive returned and it was a sweaty well-built young man in little to no clothing with his legs spread who was more or less totally helpless. I smiled and I could feel my cock hardening as I walked over to the sling. "I can show you how it works if you like..." END OF PART ONE

Hi all, I am 18 years old, 5’10”, averagely hairy, average body, and a no limits slutty bottom. I’m looking to take my first poz cock. I can’t accom but am willing to travel quite far in order for this to happen. I will also do whatever you want in order for you to poz me no matter what you want - depraved, filthy and sick or not. Im based in Herefordshire so ideally anyone in that are would be amazing but can travel all the way to Edinburgh if needed and with planing! Many thanks piggyboi

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 1) “What’s up? Are you looking for a tight hole to fuck?” a private message popped up on my screen. ‘RapeMeRaw’ was the guy’s virtual nickname. I clicked to view his profile. …18 years old …White …Slim …Blonde …No hair on his body, as far as the body-pictures showed. “Show your face faggot” I wrote back. He didn’t reply right away. Then he sent me a message, telling me, he would rather like to exchange some messages before sending his picture. “Don’t waste my time – Fake!” I answered him unfavorably. Several minutes later he sent me another message. “Please…. don’t show this to anyone. My parents still don’t know…” he wrote. Attached were some pictures of a cute young twink. He had an innocent look on his face and an angelic smile. “No one cares about you. How old are you?” I wanted to know. “18?” he instantly wrote back. “Are you asking me…?” I wrote, since he looked so youthfully, but who gave a shit. “Give me your skype address. I want to see you. Prove to me, that you are not fake news” I hit the send button. “I will show my face on cam. But I am not doing a sex show for you… just to let you know. I am not stupid…. you might record it after all….” his quick reply flashed on my screen. After getting his skype name I sent him a request. He accepted the call and I could see his face ‘live’. It was the handsome face on the pictures and after he passed this reality check, he turned his cam off again. “Okay whore – when can I rip you open?” I asked him via skype. “I don’t know… I can visit you if you like. I want to be raped hard.” he wrote. “Ever had a cock up your cunt?” “Sure - lots…. I am a true cunt” he lied. Since it is difficult to actually date a twink like this, if you write too long, I asked him to rape his ass that evening. I was sure, that he was already jacking off his young dick fiercly. “Can’t we write a little bit before?” he asked me seriously. “Nah – I am into the real stuff. If you want a hard cock up your slit, raping you savagely… then I am the right guy. Give me your contact address and I will pick you up.” Minutes passed without a reaction. I checked my profile. He hit it 9 times by now and was just surfing on my site. I had some hardcore pictures of my dick fucking tight assholes. The biohazard symbol was visible on my left shoulder. “Are you healthy?” he asked me suddenly. This guy was either stupid or simply not so experienced, as he would like to be. “Of course I am” I replied. I had no cold. I had no headache. I was feeling fine. My lips formed a devilish smile. The next moment ‘RapeMeRaw’ went offline. Oh well I thought and invited a bottom pig to my apartment. I knew this poz whore already and I was sure it would be fun fucking more of my poz cum into his snatch. The following day I received several messages. The little pup apologized for logging out so abruptly. His mother had entered his room and now he was scared, I would believe he was just a no show. He was begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance to be my rape victim. More messages came in, asking me for a second chance. Damn – this fuckslut seemed to be desperate for cock. Who would I be, if I wouldn’t give the kid a chance, meeting my toxic cock. “Apology accepted – meet me this evening at 6pm at a WalMart parking lot nearby” I gave him the exact address and told him to wait in front of the main entrance. During the day he wrote me several other messages. He told me, how he wanted to be ripped open and destroyed by my big cock. He mentioned, that he needed my cum in his puppy cunt so badly. He begged me to fuck him as brutally as I could and that no cry or plea should change my mind. I never replied to any of them. He saw me being online. He knew, I read the messages, but didn’t react. I was sure he got the right feeling, that this would be his one and only chance to meet me. When I came closer to the meeting point, I could see him from afar already. He wore tight white jeans which showed his butt perfectly. It was small ass and promised a tight fucking. His hair had a perfect sidecut. He was in a good shape and had a nice and slim body. It would be fun to show no mercy on the guy. “Hello Sir” he greeted me, looking at my big bulge. “Come with me boy. Let’s move to my car," I ordered as I took a good grip on his nape, leading him to my automobile. He was obviously scared, but as much as he looked around, his gaze always returned to my crotch, which bulged with excitement. Apparently he made-up his mind as he sighed and willingly walked to the car, where, upon arrival, I unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in. He complied, closing the door as I took my seat in the driver's seat. “Where are we going?” he asked bashfully. I did not even look at him. I opened the buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the fabric. “Suck until I cum, or until I tell you to stop - you fuckwhore” I demanded. I pushed his head down to my crotch and felt his hot tongue playing clumsy with my dickhead. I could feel his hot breath on my toxic rape-stick. He was no professional! That’s for sure. I started the ignition and we drove slowly off the lot. He wanted to be raped… you got to be careful what you are wishing for…

First sorry for my spelling I am dyslexic.... Hi there, I have a story that may turn to reality to write here to see what you think. I'm in a gay marrige where I am top and my partner is bottom but this is a bit hard on me as I am bottom to. So over the last 3 years we have been looking and found a top to take control over both of us. My partner is to remaine my slave but I must submit to our Master and use my slave as ordered. This has been going very well, the main control our Master has control of when and how we both cum and fuck. Just this last week Master imposed 12 days of chastity and we have had much talk about dirty raw fucking. Both me and my partner have agreed that raw is the only way we will be fucked and as all three of us have tested Neg twice in the last year this has no problem with this. We have for a long time also talked about being fucked by others raw even with the risk of poz conversion. We all find this very hot and have acceped that the chance of becomming poz and this is a chance ether of us are willing to take. Then the other day Master talked to me saying that from now on I am not to be allowed to fuck my slave with an thing other than a dildo. my replay was "Yes Sir no problem Sir" as it should be. I also said "Sir may I please speak freely and ask if you would like to share your plains?" We chatted about things and over time he had noted my interest in being cuckold and not allowed to cum unless being fucked by our Master and also that my partner should be the lowest of the low. I also have said that I would like to see my slave being fucked by others as rough as they like. Master told me that he had desided to make that real for me but under one condishon "Sir what is that?" He will be pimped out to any guy Master wishes and that will!!! include poz guys and dirty guy with other STD's so I have to sit buy while my love is treated in the most dirty ways and I will only ever be fucked by Master who said he will only fuck me to keep us from from bugs. So what do you all think?

Liverpool Neg bottom needs pozzing up: Saturday March 17th & Sunday March 18th Looking for toxic / full blown guys to rape my ass and breed me with their toxic loads and get my neg ass pozzed up. Hunting for high VL strains to do the job - will be up for anon breed or rape scene or gang rape... taking ANY bugs and rough my ass up with toothbrush so the virus enters my bloodstream. Message me and arrange to come and help convert this neg ass once and for all ☣️ Text/WhatsApp 07720 874351 wickr = rawbanginboy sleazier the better - ass open 7am to 7pm

Note: Parts of this story are quite true, although the names and locations have been changed. Part One: A bit about myself, I grew up in the Deep South in a very religious household. The day that I turned 18 I came out to my parents (making damn sure there was no chance of a trip to the "pray the gay away " camp). My father, being a deacon in the Baptist Church and a pillar of the community promptly told me to leave. Fortunately, my grandparents were more understanding and allowed me to stay with them until I finished high school. It was during this four month period that I made my first trip to Atlanta and managed to get into a gay bar with a fake ID. Now mind you, this was before the internet was around (1994) commonly, so simply finding a gay bar was a challenge, much less driving three hours each way to go to one. But my rock hard teen dick thought I was up to the task. I managed to convince my grandparents that I was going to see some cousins in another area of the state and left for Atlanta right after school that Friday in February. When I got to Atlanta at 7 that evening it took me another hour to find the bar I was looking for (the name starts with an "E"). I had no idea what to expect, which when I got there wasn't much considering that it was only 8 on a Friday night, but I presented my ID to the doorman, who I'm sure knew was fake, and was let in. I finally worked up enough courage to ask for a beer and then asked the bartender about the crowd. Looking me up and down, he replied "Should be busy later," and left it at that. That "later" never seemed to come. Bored out of my mind, I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who quickly figured out that I was new meat and totally innocent. He convinced me to wait, and gruffly told me to quit looking at guys directly into their eyes unless I planned on going home with them later. So I waited, and sure enough about 11 the place started to get packed. I was like a kid in a candy shop! So many hot guys, like nothing I had ever experienced before, many of them in leather. I scanned the scene, and two guys, prolly not much older really caught my eyes. They were wearing leather head to toe, both were about my size at 6'2 and around 200 pounds. But holy fuck, it was clear they were built like a brick shit house. Working up my courage, and aided by the few beers I'd had, I walked over to talk to them. The dark haired guy was named Rocky and the blonde was Alex. They were both city boys from Atlanta and were intrigued by this innocent looking Alabama farm kid. We exchanged small talk, and noticing that I was out of beer, Alex asked if I wanted another. Five minutes later he shows up with not only three beers for us, but shots as well. Coming from a dry county, and from a family that never even had liquor in the house, this was really going to put me over the top, but I partook anyhow. After a bit, Rocky looked at me and asked if I wanted to hit the dance floor. I answered back with something about "not knowing how." I didn't want to be the dead weight, so I decided to go outside to the patio for some air. Not five minutes later, they were both out with me. " I'm just nervous, since this is the first time I've ever been in a gay bar" I explained. "You're not 21 either, are you?" Asked Rocky. I affirmed that his assumption was correct. "Here, I have something that will help you to relax" he said, handing me an ecstasy pill. Not knowing what it was, and being so nervous and naive, I took the whole thing. Suddenly, the lights were going up and I realized it must be closing time. Fuck, where had the time gone? I was experiencing feeling like I never had before, every touch sent shivers through me. Then that little voice in the back of my head went, "Oh shit, I am fucked up, I have no hotel room, and what the fuck am I gonna do?" So, I ran up to Rocky and Alex, both of whom quickly surmised that the farm kid needed somewhere to stay for the night. Little did I know this had been the plan for them all along. "Sure, you can crash with us, but we have to make a stop on the way home first." Not much I could do but agree. We walked to their car, with both assuring me that my truck would be fine over night, and left. While Alex drove, Rocky offered me a few hits off of a joint to help me calm down a bit from the E. We drove for what seemed like forever in my warped drug-hazed mind, but it was in reality no more that fifteen minutes and stopped at a rather large house. "Wanna come with us, or sit out in the cold?" Rocky asked. I decided to come in. Damn, this place was nice...I sat with Alex in the living room while Rocky went with the guy, who was pretty damn hot to be old enough to be my father. A few minutes later Rocky came back with the guy, nodded to Alex and we left. When we got to their place, a rather cramped apartment, they threw some porn on the TV on got comfortable. I was a bit nervous to say the least... Sensing my nervousness, Alex asked if I wanted to smoke another joint. Nodding to him, he handed me a whole joint and told me to relax. After four or five hits and ten minutes had gone by, I was stoned off my ass. Both Alex and Rocky were jerking their cocks by this point. Rocky was a nice eight inches and average thickness, but holy shit, Alex was a solid ten inches and as thick as a beer can. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. "Boy seems to like cock" Alex said to Rocky, "Yeh, but does he know what to do with one?" Rocky responded. Rocky told me to get down and give him head. I did the best I could, but there was no way I could blow him and not gag, but damnit, I wanted that cock so bad. "Should we get him the special boy medicine?" I heard Alex say, "Fuck yeh, I think this pig is eager to learn." Rocky responded. Rocky told me to stand up and a minute later Alex returned with a glass pipe. Rocky told me that some guys who are just starting out sometimes need some help to reach their potential. "Do you want some help?" "Sure," I responded. "Hold the stem and when you see some smoke coming from the hole start to inhale on the pipe, and I want you to take four big hits." I nodded with eager anticipation. After the third hit I felt like every hair on my body was standing on end. By the time I exhaled the fourth hit, I was in heaven. Rocky and Alex sat back down, both stroking their cocks slowly, with some nice beads of pre-cum leaking out. Rocky motioned for me to come back over and get between his legs, which I eagerly did. "Now get back down and slobber on that cock like you fucking mean it," he said. I went straight for the root, non-stop. Seconds later it dawned on me that I was deep throating another dude balls deep and loving it. About five minutes later I heard Alex say that he thought I was ready for more. "Get up and follow Alex," which I reluctantly did. I was sort of surprised at how fast I had taken to cock sucking, but didn't realize how fucked up I was, nor that I was about to get a lot more fucked up. Alex led me to the bathroom and showed me how to use the enema kit, "I don't want no shit on my cock, bro" and told me to holler when the bag was empty. After 3 clean outs, the bag was empty and so was I, so I hollered for Alex to come back. I was expecting a towel but instead he brought a half gallon of syrupy golden brown liquid and refilled the bag. "On your knees" he told me. Quickly complying, I felt the nozzle going much deeper in me than I had gone before. "Gonna run this whole bag into ya bro, gonna feel a slight burn, but it'll help ya get ready for later. Don't let it out until I tell ya." With that he opened the clamp and walked out. Holy shit was I getting uncomfortable from the burn and the fullness. Then, like a ton of bricks hit me I was sweating like I was in a desert and fuck I was feeling even better than before if that was even possible. A few minutes later, both Rocky and Alex returned. "Holy fuck, that is one fucked up pig boy," said Rocky. I was so spun I couldn't see straight. Alex removed the nozzle, "Stand up and push that out," he said. Standing wasn't going to happen without some serious help. Both guys got me up and I pushed the chem piss out while Alex reloaded the bag with water. This time Rocky stayed with me and helped to get the chem piss cleaned out. He handed me a jock, "really oughta cover that shriveled boy clit ya got there up." That was when I realized my dick was literally the smallest I think I had ever seen it. Normally, hard it was a solid seven inches, but he'll tonight, go all nights, it had gone on vacation. On the way to their bedroom, Rocky explained to me that sometimes when a guy takes medicine to overcome his fears, it puts his dick to sleep, "But don't worry, you won't need it anyway." I crawled into bed while Alex and Rocky watched. Alex put some extra pillows under my head and crawled behind me, "Give me your ankles," he said. Rocky lined his cock up to my hole, and with nothing but some spit for lube, was balls deep in an instant. I was in pain, but loving every minute of it. He was patient and took his time, taking a good half hour to nut in my formerly virgin ass. Alex wasn't, he used Rocky's cum for lube and rammed it home as hard and fast as he could. It only took him five minutes or so to nut. Looking up at Rocky, he said, "I think the boy has some potential for dad," "Oh hell yeh" was Rock's reply. I had no idea what they were talking about. I was too mesmerized by the constant leakage of my cock. Rocky looked down, saw me playing with and grabbed my hand. "Let it leak, that's all a t dick is good for anyway, and besides its hot" he said. Grabbing a butt plug, Alex plugged me and they left me to rest for a bit.

It was just another friday night at the sex club, Blackout Friday as they are called. I was leaning on the fuck bench naked with some guy I hadn't even looked at ploughng my mancunt with his thick fat cock. Soon a top who was fucking this other guy manouevered him over to the fuck bench and he leaned on the bench next tp me - both of us moving in rhythm with each thrust of cock in us. Soon we had an arm around each other half for support as we got pounded and half to encourage each other on to cockpig heaven. Soon we were kissing and tonguing each other and talking dirty to each other about how good the cocks in us were. I love working the room or a group with another bottom - encouraging and helping each other take cock till we can hardly walk. My top thrust hard and unleashed in me. I said to my bottom friend "yum my first load - I want to take every cock in this joint tonight." I turned and dropped to my knees instinctinvely to clean my top's cock and ensure I sucked every straw of seed out of his pole. I returned to the bench and my friend said the load he was about to get was his third - I said lucky bitch. Just as his top came a guy started rubbing my arse with his rod and I got down on the bench offering him my hole and in one thrust he drove a lovely thick cock into me so hard it made me expel air. I love that - when a man drives me with his cock and hurts me with it. I love tops who fuck as though I don't count and why my life is totally dominated by men's cocks and their seed. My Asian fuck slutbuddy was getting ploughed again. Soon we were kissing each other passionately driven to bliss by the cocks invading our holes. After my top blew I thought I would take a break and walked outside the dark room and leaned on the wall in the doorway letting the two loads in me settle so I didn't start dribbling and wasting cum too early. Shortly afterwards I could see me fuck slut buddystand up as his top disengaged and I could make out the figure as he dropped to his knees to clean up his top's cock. "My kinda slut" I thought. He walked outside and I ,moved back from the doorway to let him through. He was cute, salt and pepper hair, Asian and nice firm bod for his age. He looked at me and said "Do you remember me?" I did not have my glasses on and admitted I didn't. You are Steve's boyfriend aren't you?". I told him I was Steve's boyfriend and we had split a few years back. " I am Curtis, you picked me up in the Town Hall Hotel one night telling me Syeve had been checking me out in the bar and wanted to take me back to your house and fuck me." The I remembered who he was, although I did pick up plenty of bottoms for my ex and they were mostly Asians, I remembered how quick Curtis got addicted to Steve's 8" thick cut cock and how Steve was nailing him bareback within two weeks and breeding him senseless to knock him up. He was shy when we first me. I never interfered with my ex's bottoms it was simply my role to do as I was told. Sometimes Steve would want me to help with the bottoms, other times he would tell me to go to a club and get loaded up or go to the spare room as he was going to spend the night fucking some stray mancunt in our bed. It was also my job to approach bottoms he decided he want to fuck and procure them for him. I found that easy I only had to tell the truth what a great cock he had, what a good fuck he was and they could generally see how good looking he was with his long blonde hair - as he was usually with me and would say "I wanna fuck that" which was my cue to introduce that lucky bottom to his cock. The night he wanted Curtis I was told to go to the spare room for the night if the bedroom door was locked when I got home. As I climbed the stairs I could see the door locked and the red lamp beam from under the door. I could hear the boy half screaming and "aaghing" was giving his hole a good pounding and stretching. I went back downstairs poured a drink and about half an hour later steve came down naked to get a drink. "Fuck this kid's hole is so tight it took me 15 minutes to get my cock right into him." "Nail him raw" I asked - "nah but I am gonna end up breeding him.". "I am going up to fuck him again." I eventually went to bed, hearing the kid "oohing and aahing" so Steve was obviously pounding him again. Next morning he was gone when I got up and Steve said he told him to come around anytime he wanted more cock. "He mightn't be around for a while though his pussy lips were puffy and sore when I got up him again this morning - but that is what you have to do to bottoms - he is gonna be a slut and I am gonna breed him." Steve seemed pretty sure Curtis would return to the scene of the crime, and sure enough, come Wednesday, just four days after Steve had given him a merciless fucking, he was knocking n the front door. I seen him through the peep hole and said to Steve "the Asian slut from the weekend is back for more". He just smiled as I opened the door. Not a word was said apart from a sheepish hello and Steve got up took his hand and they headed for the bedroom. Curtis kept turning up every second or third day to service my husband's cock. I cam home from work one afternoon and steve was laying on the loungeroom floor and Curtis was riding his cock and his previous half pleasure half pain groans had given way to "i love cock" and other ecstatic terms as he milked Steve's cock. A couple of weeks after Steve first me Curtis he said to me one fridy night Orhan (a friend of his ) had organized a gangbang for me and iwould be stopping there the night as he and three other tops were going to plow me. I didn't mind as Orhan had a huge cut Arab cock thicker than Steve's and Steve always sent me to Orrhan's anytime Orhan was horny or wanted a slut toy to play with and I lovd being fucked by him. As I was leaving Steve said "tonight's the night I am going to breed Curtis tonight." Next day I arrived home happy and Sated and when I arrived in Steve came downstairs with a smile like a Cheshire cat. I knew he had nailed the kid. "Has he gone" I asked. "No he is upstairs n the bed I have put four loads in him and I have put the butt plug in to keep the seed in him as long as possible." I don't know how man y times Steve fucked and seeded him over the weekend but they were never out of the bedroom or our playroom and it was always a mission for Steve to breed, seed and knock up bottoms. Orhan and he called themselves the seeding machines. Eventually Steve handed Curtis over to Orhan and he bred him for a few weeks and the next minute we saw him no more. Wind forward to today - he told me he got transferred to Melbourne by the bank "and for the first few weeks I really missed Steve and his mate's (Orhan) cocks," he laughed. Aight weeks after Steve began breeding him he was knocked up. He said "I knew it was Steve but I couldn't stop him I just wanted to get bred so bad in the end." I told him my fate was the same. 'It would have happened anyway as I am addicted to raw cock now thanks to Steve and his mate," he said. "Same here," I said. "Let's get back in there and get some more," I said. We both got up knowing that a long time ago Steve rendered us powerless when it came to taking his cock. Sure we are a little bit older a bit greyer - but we are both driven by that inner burning to have cock inside us - to be a receptacle for men's seed and to be the best slut bottoms for any cock that is offered to us. "Steve would be proud of both of us" I thought as we both took up our positions leaning on the fuck bench ready to take any raw cock just like he taught us.

A couple weeks ago, I came clean (so to speak) about my desire to finally knowingly take a load of hot, charged cum from a poz top. Since then, I was contacted by a couple guys, most of whom don't live near NYC, but guys supportive of my decision and offering to help. One guy in particular lives a short drive away from the city and said he is willing to come to town to come in me, and that he had only recently been diagnosed, is not on meds, and has a viral load of 75,000. And he's got the right attitude about doing this job right. He wants to give his bug to me and then wants me to give it to others. Hot! But he does live outside the city, so if this is to happen we have to make plans and sometimes in this crazy city, keeping to a schedule can be difficult. But I like his intensity, so he's kinda been my first pick. But sometimes (most times) you get horny and just have to scratch that itch, which brings me to what happened last night. I arrived home from a friend's birthday party which had been celebrated at a bar. I hadn't had too many cocktails, so I doubt I would even say I was buzzed, but I was definitely horny, so I hopped on A4A and BBRT. As luck would have it, a guy was online with whom I have been chatting with for quite a while now. His schedule and my schedule have always been off, but tonight there was a message asking When Are We Ever Going To Do This? "Now", I replied. Fifteen minutes later I received a reply saying Come over and providing an address only four blocks from my place. I replied saying I would be there in ten minutes. Now I was getting nervous. Because I knew if I went over there, I was going to go through with this and give him my "virgin" ass to breed with his bug. I went back and forth in my mind, but finally said FUCK IT. I threw on some light clothes that would be easy to lose fast and messaged him I was on my way. Now here's the thing about this guy, his cock looks absolutely beautiful in his profile pics. It's uncut, has a great curve, and I have jerked off so many times thinking about how that cock would feel good. One profile says he is 48, another says he is 51, so I figured he's probably on the 51 year old side, if not more. But that's okay, because that cock is beautiful. And I was walking to his apartment. I got there, he buzzed me up. He opened the door, and I discovered he is definitely 51, if not more. Small man, but I was excited to see that cock. Cut to the chase... He is a chatty Cathy and I was there for one thing... I asked him if I could see his cock. He took his sweat pants off and got on his bed. It was soft and looking a little small, but I figured he is a grower not a shower... I got naked and immediately got on his bed. We kissed a bit and then I moved down to suck him off. As I massaged his cock with my tongue I rubbed his smooth skin. I noticed his belly is distended, the look of AIDS. Although I was damn near shaking with nervousness and excitement, I was turned on and starting to ache for it. his cock was slowly getting harder, but not quite to rock hard. But I enjoy sucking cock, so I kept on. And he seemed to be enjoying it, he was moaning and guiding my head. Then he tells me he wants to eat my ass. He had me get on all fours and he went to work on my hole. At first he probed me gently, but then got into it more, lapping at my hole, and finger fucking me a little bit. It was at this point, that I noticed we were in full view of an open window and the lights were on. I wondered if someone was watching us from another apartment. With his tongue opening my hole up, and the fact someone could be watching, I lost every inhibition and was ready to get fucked. I pressed my ass against his face and he used his hands to pull me tighter. I could feel my hole relaxing and begging him to go deeper. I was also very wet by this point. I told him I wanted him to fuck me now. He stood up, removing his face from my ass. I was expecting to feel his cock press into me. but instead, nothing. I turned around. He said he needed to take a piss. And did I want to drink it. I told him maybe after he fucked me, as I was really in the moment right now. Then he went to the bathroom to take a leak. He comes back, lies down, and I start blowing him again. Again, he seems to be enjoying it. I get him fairly hard and I tell him I am ready to get fucked. He instead tells me to come cuddle with him. I told him I really didn't show up at his apartment at 4:00 AM to cuddle, that I wanted to get fucked. He said we could take a nap, then wake up and maybe fuck. Ahhhhh nope! My hole was wet and aching for cock. I didn't want to cuddle. He told me it wasn't going to happen at this time. I said okay. With that I got dressed, thanked him for the "fun", and left. When I got home, I messaged him, saying I was a little disappointed, explaining that, after all the chatting we had exchanged, I was under the impression that his invitation to get together meant I would have come home with his poz cum in my ass. "That's why it didn't happen," he replied, adding "because I don't want to be the one to infect you." I responded that he and I had discussed this many times and he knew what I wanted. I told him I thought he enjoyed me blowing him and I certainly enjoyed his tongue in my hole, and getting fucked would have been great. Then he tells me to come back... Sorry dude, the moment passed. I was at home, in bed, disappointed. I jerked off and went to bed. This morning I saw he sent me another message. Now he says he's all for pozzing me up... WTF? So my quest to take a poz load from a guy who wants me to have it continues...