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This work is my first attempt at writing a story. Additionally, this work is a pure work of fiction. Chapter 1 I live in an average size city with just my son, Austin. He's a freshman in college and goes to a local community college. I was hoping he would go away to college so I could finally have an empty nest to finally be able to let out my inner pig again. Awhile back while I was married I used to spend quite a bit of time at the local porn theater. I can't tell how many nights I came home with cum dripping out of my stretched out hole. It wasn't look long before I was poz and that is when my wife left but we had agreed to not mention our personal business to our son. He opted to stay living with me for what I think was the fact his mom was going out of state and he did not want to move. My son is 19, skinny and hairy that quite honestly spends way too much time on his computer, phone, and/or gaming in his room. Since attending college he asked if he could bring some new friends over after class sometime to game with and "chill". At the time of his request I thought great more people in my house but I eventually consented. Two days later he brought over 2 new friends that he introduced me too. One was named Walter - he struck me as more an outdoorsy type than a gamer. Not to mention he quite muscular with defined shape to himself. The other went by Duke now he seemed definitely like a gamer but I got a funny feeling from him that I just couldn't put my finger on at the moment. After they said hi they all went into my son's room to play some video game. As I sat in the kitchen I couldn't help think about Duke. Like why was I getting a strange feeling from him. Alas, I needed to move on and get some things done around the house. They ended up staying for a few hours and then left. The next evening they all were back at my house. When they walked in Duke looked at me and I gave him a head nod. Austin and Walter were too busy talking about how they were going to win the battle as they all went to my son's room again. I started washing dishes and that is when Duke came out to the kitchen and asked if he could have something to drink. I said, "Sure. Help yourself." He said around chatting a little to me and that is when it clicked - this guy is a closet gay! That is when my mind started to race with all the things I wanted to do to/with him. I am not sure why but the thought of pozzing one of my son's friends was turning me on big time. I had to go sit down at the table to hide my boner that was growing. He thanked me for the drink and went back into my son's room. That is when I started to craft my plan. The next morning I asked how hanging out with Walter and Duke was going. He said it was fun finding new friends to hangout with and have fun. I asked how it was going with school work considering that they've been gaming so much. My son goes, "well we probably should do a little more studying." I took the opportunity and said well why dont you see if they want to come for the weekend. That would give you all time to study, hang out, game, etc. Austin looked at me strangely and goes, "that's definitely an idea. Not an idea I would except to come from you - so what gives?" I played it off and jokingly said "well when they are here it's like I have my house to myself again cause you stay fixed in your room." He responded with, "yeah, typical you. I was sure it had to have some benefit for you. However, it would be cool to have them over and spend the night and stuff. Maybe I'll ask if they are interested." I just responded with, "Don't be an ass. I don't care one way or another." Friday night comes and in walks my son, Walter, and Duke. My son goes, "Dad so they are going to stay the weekend. I know I didn't tell you but can you go to the store and get us food for the weekend." I responded with, "why don't you all go and get your own." Austin responds, "first, we don't have any money for that. Second, we have to meet Jake online to play soon. We have a battle scheduled for 630pm." I respond, "tell you what if one of you goes with me then I will get you stuff. Otherwise you will have to venture after your 'battle' is complete or later on." Duke immediately speaks up and say, "Hey, i'll go with your dad. That way I can make sure we get stuff we like and you all can get started with the game." I smiled and thought to myself my plan is working so far.... Chapter 2 to come if you leave comments below encouraging me to continue the story.
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I keep on reading here and elsewhere that a lot of brothers are on Prep and as part of that process, go for regular testing which otherwise would have been procrastinated. In doing so, other STIS are caught on early and treated accordingly. As I understand Prep works very well, almost 99% barring a few cases of failure vice the number of guys on Prep. Prep use has been more so in order for guys to enjoy bareback sex. I keep reading that STIs are by products of barebacking. However I am confused that having other STIs increases chances of HIV infection even for guys on Prep. This is totally oxymoronic. The very intent of Prep is to avoid HIV infection from onset. Please enlighten us from your knowledge and experience.
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I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....
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Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued
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Hey guys.... I am back obviously. I posted this story already in The Hunt, but then I thought maybe it deserves title for itself. So, I hope you like the story... and I mean it.... 'Like' the story at the bottom, it's easier to continue the story line. The Hunt – A New Destination (Part 1) I helped Jason to his feet. He was shaking but kept on smiling at me. I ran my hand down his spine and after reaching his smooth butt I entered his hole with my fingers. He wasn’t exactly tight at this moment and I poked another finger deep into his opening. Slowly I withdrew them and led them to his mouth. “Lick them. Lap away the cum,” I instructed as I pushed my fingers into his mouth. For a second he seemed to be appalled, but then he looked into my eyes and he opened his mouth willingly sucking my fingers clean. I left the stall and Jason followed me back to the bar. Steven was still sitting there and watching the other cute guys talking to each other or french kissing openly. “Ah, finally back? From what I heard, you had a ball," he remarked, giving Jason an encouraging smile "Take a seat," I told Jason as I shoved him towards the floor. He looked confused but I kicked him in front of my seat and told him to rest his back against the bar and to face my crotch. “Give me a good massage, while I enjoy the evening with my pal,” I said. Jason didn’t hesitate and started kneading my jeans bulge. I spread my legs to give him a better opportunity to massage my poisonous spike. Steven was looking down at Jason and wished his would get the same treatment so I looked down to my puppy and ordered "Shift a little bit towards Steve's crotch." Jason looked at me but didn’t move his cunt closer to this good friend of mine and so I kicked him a bit to his side with my boots and told him to move his body more aggressively. He yelped a bit but understood the hint and so he was sitting merely between me and my mate massaging both of our crotches as Steven and I chatted. We were both getting hard again and I could read Steven’s mind, so I nodded at Jason, asking “You like the aftermath?” “Sure. I love how this insatiable slut works with his hands, although it would be hot if he would suck us here…. at the bar. No one is taking notice anyway, since we are at a dead end of the bar,” Steven remarked in an almost a chatty tone. “Yeah. Good idea. Jason, why don’t you suck on Steven’s cock again? Look how you made him hard with only with the magic of your hands,” I chuckled. Jason nodded and slithered right in front of Steven’s bulge and opened the buttons fast. I saw a slimy trail, leading to Jason’s new squatting position. He was still leaking toxic cum from his abused ass. I enjoyed watching Jason getting skull fucked while we were talking about the good old times. We ordered another round of drinks, but only for the two of us, of course. Jason certainly didn't mind as he was busy giving a blow job anyway, sucking Steven like a pro, manually jacking him off while his mouth engulfed first the head of his cock and swallowed the whole dick. He made cute choking sounds but no one was paying attention to the three of us. I opened my jeans again and pulled myself out, grunting "Here, Jason, give my cock a massage with your right hand while you blow Steven." Jason immediately complied, stroking my dick to full hardness, without pausing in sucking Steven’s cock, who commented “You were right. He truly is something special,” giving me an approving smile "Yeah, he truly is,” I replied and looked at Jason, who was sucking non-stop. Steven, meanwhile, appeared to be getting close to blowing his load as he had taken hold of Jason's head, and was now thrusting upwards into his mouth, his own eyes looking dazed and his breath ragged. “Let him finish the job. He is eager to learn. Right?,” I asked Jason who smiled at me, his mouth full of Steven's dick. I thought he looked absolutely adorable. Steven managed a laugh, with which I joined wholeheartedly as Jason worked his magic, intent of drawing Steven's load out of his balls. All the way he didn't neglect to stroke my dick, even if he was concentrated on giving a great blow job to Steven. He clearly knew his duty to satisfy me. Steven and I attempted a couple more comments, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere, particularly when Steven’s face finally froze, his mouth gaped wide in pleasure, and his eyes closed. Within seconds Jason began moaning, and simultaneously gulping Steven's seed. “Not a drop. Don’t waste any of my precious cum. Swallow it all,” Steven panted. "Clean off Steven's cock," I instructed Jason, "make sure you clean his head thoroughly. I want it every drop of cum cleaned off." Steven relaxed visibly as he praised Jason, saying “Good job, boy…. good job.“ Now, although Steven had emptied his balls into Jason’s gullet, he was still hard, mostly because Jason continued stroking his dick. “Sorry guys, that was great, but I really need to take a piss now,” and with that Steven reached to close his jeans. “Why don’t you take your piss here?” I asked. "What?" "We got Jason here. I am sure he wouldn’t mind being our toilet. Would you?” and with that the ball was in Jason’s court. Jason initially looked utterly shocked. I knew he had never before tasted piss, and that doing so wasn't high on his list. Steven gazed at me and I looked at Jason. “Listen punk,” I advised, “When I tell you to drink our piss, then your response should be to ask which hose you should emptly first. Now, get your fucking lips on my buddy's cock and start drinking." With that I gave him a punch to the chest which earned a yelp. "Oh, and don't spill any," I added. “Hey don’t worry pup...,” Steven began. Jason's face lit up, seeing a possible ray of hope that he would get out of a difficult position, but not so, as Steven continued "...I'll piss slowly so you'll be able to swallow it down without spilling choking. Just make sure to seal your lips around my cockhead and concentrate in swallowing, mouthful after mouthful." With that, Steven grinned and taking a good grip on Jason’s hair, pulled his face towards his crotch. In the next minute or so, Steven maintained an even conversation with me, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have known he was pissing into Jason, if the little one wasn't occasionally moaning and gulping down Steven's piss. In the meanwhile I quickly buttoned-up myself, and shifted my chair, taking care to shield the scene from prying eyes. I wanted to give my friend some privacy while he was emptying his piss slowly into Jason’s belly, and I had the feeling we might well be kicked out of the bar if management knew we were using Jason as a human toilet - in public, no less. From time to time Jason withdrew his mouth from the cock, but never lost a drop. He just needed time to breathe and to wipe away the tears from his face. Steven generously allowed him several seconds each time Jason gestured for a respite, but Steven never the less still had to piss, so it was perhaps as much as seven minutes before Jason swallowed the last of Steven's piss. I'd like to think Jason had swallowed at least a liter of dark, aromatic piss. “Now it is my turn. Shield me,” I asked of Steven. We switched places. Now I was in the seat of power over the young guy. “Without hands…. see?” I asked, crossing my arms behind my head, enjoying the action. Jason sighed sadly but wasn’t complaining anymore. He reopened my jeans again and got a grip of my still hard cock. His mouth engulfed my cock head and I almost started immediately to splash out my stinking piss into his unwilling mouth. I shot my piss into Jason's gullet, in waves of high speed. Jason still made the gulping sounds, but he didn’t moan desperately anymore. It occurred to me he was a quick learner and I resolved to help him learn his lessons, step by step. By the time I was finished, Steven was completely aroused by Jason’s humiliation, and the proof of the arousal was seen in the large bulge in his leather jeans. I looked at Steven and gestured to Jason, suggesting "Why not take him into the stalls - if you need to release another shot into this slut.” “No,” Jason squeaked, daring to disagree with my suggestion. “What?” It was almost like I wasn’t hearing right. “What’s the matter with you now, you dirty poz slut? I think you really want to make me mad, you cock ditch.” “No…. it is just” Jason signaled me to come closer and so I did. “It is because I don’t want to endanger him.” he said softly. “He said he was safe and since I accepted poz cum today I am scared I could infect you or Steven. But for that, I would gladly accept him.” he added and tried to sound enthusiastically. Steven and I laughed out loud. “Silly cumdump.” I explained lovingly. “That isn't possible. Don't you know, that only cunts get infected? Studs like Steven and me are not capable of catching the bug – that’s a fact!” Obviously I was lying to Jason. “Really?” Jason asked us quizzically. “Yeah,” Steven chimed in, groping his bulge, and hauling Jason to his feet. He clearly wanted to shoot another poz load desperately into Jason's hole. “Yeah,” I insisted, suggesting "I think we should encourage Jason to accept any stud without the fear of converting him." “So let’s go…. let’s go!” Steven urged. “Poz him up good,” I whispered to my mate and I told him he should repeat the trick with the used condoms again. "Well, anyway, I'm out of lube," Steven replied quietly, a grin crossing his face as he directed Jason into the stalls again. When he was out of hearing range, Steven announced to the bar, "Guys, there's another fuck event in the stalls for a newly bred poz cunt." The other twinks assembled gasped in astonishment as seven or so studs left their seats or tables to follow the doomed guy into the darkroom area, seeing a prime opportunity to shoot more of their toxic loads into the handsome young guy. This was just the beginning for Jason’s new destination.
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Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.
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Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible. -- PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum. The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach. “Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.” My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become. — It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients. Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me. On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…” Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde. I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me. Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth. “How long?” “I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot. “How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest. “We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone. “A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows. “Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment. “Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.” Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries. Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway. “Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for. “Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.” She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words. I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator. Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans. “Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!” “Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us. “You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly. “And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!” Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber. — Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up. I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events. After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. “Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver. “Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road. “Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area. “Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh. Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work. “Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.” “Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel. Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car. Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort. Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys. Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?” Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini. Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off. Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine. “Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. “Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me. “Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me. “You don't want to hear it…” I started. “Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.” I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything. As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff. “Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?” Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.” I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth. “If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.” “Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth. Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me. “Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.” Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.” Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly. “No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.” Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke. I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea. I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle. “Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.” Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air. “Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile. Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove. So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache. I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass. “I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.” Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too. I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster. Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?” END OF PART 1
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The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."
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I couldn't take it anymore. After dating my ex boyfriend for 3 years, he broke up with me to go to college. I had literally saved myself for him. There were plenty of guys I could have had, being a young, small girl with anything but small breasts has it's advantages. But now that he's pulling that shit, fuck it. I was responsible long enough, now is my time to have fun. I headed over to a local movie theater. Since it's Friday night there's a midnight showing of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'. I don't care about the movie too much, but it always seems to attract the horniest of dudes. Upon entering the place, I realize I had underestimated the amount of erotica that could be held in a building. Within a few feet of the entrance alone, there was at least 20 guys wearing anything from jockstraps to full leather BDSM gear. Since the ratio of girls to men was heavily skewed towards guys, I was approached pretty quickly by a guy wearing a tight leather g-string. It didn't leave much to the imagination. "You come here lookin' for some lovin'?" Since my answer was strictly yes, I didn't see any reason to dance around the issue. "Yes, I need to get fucked." The man grins. "You sound pretty eager. Do you want to go now or should I gather up some more guys?" This intrigued me, I hadn't thought about having sex with multiple men in the same night. Now that it's come up though, I figure I might as well go hard or go home. I reply "Dear jesus, yes. Can you get a few guys?" "Heck yeah," says the dude. "Before I do, do you want to set some ground rules first? Like safety rules or anything?" Safety obviously isn't too high a priority for me right now. I never took sex ed, but I figure the chance of actually catching something is fairly low. At the same time, I don't want to seem like a slut or anything. Like maybe not as many guys would want to fuck me if they thought I had something? I decide I should at least pretend to care, just so I can get as many guys as possible. "Uh, I don't need a condom or anything, but if someone is about to stick it in they need to tell me if they think they have an STD. Like it may not be a deal breaker, I still might let them do it, I just need to know." "Sure thing, I'll go get some guys. To make it extra special though, how about lets blind fold you until we get there?" I was definitely up for some extra kinks. My first time having sex had to be memorable ya know? So I agreed. The dude put the blind folds on first, then led me down the street to his apartment. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get my crew." I heard him close the door as he left. A while later, I'm not sure how long, I hear a large amount of guys enter the place. "Oh shit that's a fine hotty you've caught." One of them said. "How old is she? She's legal right?" Another guy chimed in; "She looks just old enough." As the men shuffled around, I heard the first man come up behind me. He whispered in my ear 'are you ready beautiful?' as he grabbed my shirt at the breast and pulled it down. Another guy came up and started unbuckling my pants. "Would you like to see who's about to fuck you?" I nod in agreement. The man takes off my blindfold and in front of me is this well built hunk, with a massive uncut penis. "oh fuck..." I whisper. He pulls down my pants and underwear as the first dude takes off my shirt and bra. Now, totally naked, I realize there's not turning back. This is the moment I lose my virginity. The man climbed on top of me. I spread my legs to let him in. He jabs at my pussy, but I only yelp in pain. My lack of experience is showing... The man realizes the issue and sticks a few fingers in me first. He starts fingering my insides hard "you want this cock don't you? Tell me you want this cock." "I want that cock!" I say, "I don't believe you, why isn't your hole opening you stupid slut?" He reaches up and grabs my throat. "I'm going to shove it in again and you're going to open, okay?" I try to mumble an affirmative but only moans come out. He takes his fingers out and in one stroke powers his penis inside me. It felt like a fucking cement truck hit me. He didn't wait for me to catch up. He started humping me faster and faster, while still shouting 'you want this fucking cock you fucking slut? you want my cum? Your pussy is mine you whore." After only a minute or two he roars up and sinks his cock into me for the last time, I feel it shudder as he pumps his seed into me. Since I wasn't on birth control, I realized he might have just gotten me pregnant. I don't have time to wonder for long though, as another man quickly climbs on top of me. After a painful first minute, my vagina started getting used to the pain. Plus the cum from the first dude made great lube for this one. Within the next hour, about 12 men took turns pumping their seeds into me. By the end, I was exhausted, but holy shit was it fun. After the last dude cums I realize that the first dude, the one that had originally invited me to this, hadn't taken his turn. Maybe he'd forgotten? I sit up to look around for him, and he clearly didn't forget. He comes up from behind me and started kissing my neck. I moan again. He reaches around and starts fingering my clit. "Ooooh, you're bleeding down their... I hope you still have time for one more..." He pushes me forward so I'm laying on my stomach. "Fuck yes, I need your cum." "Good... One thing though... you said we should tell you if we had an STD right?" He remembers my original and only rule, but he still pokes his penis into my vagina. I moan loudly. "Well..." He starts humping me. I feel his penis going in and out. I feel his skin on my skin. Out of the 13 fucks I had that night, this was on a whole other level. "I have AIDS." he says. My stomach dropped. Did he just say AIDS? Like HIV? Is that why he went last? Cause none of the other guys wanted it? I started to try to flop over, but he picks up his pace, and it just feels so good... I let him keep going. He keeps going though "You said you wanted to get fucked... well this fuck will be the best fuck of your life. You won't ever forget it..." He keeps pounding my pussy, his hands were on the back of my head now, holding me down. "You'll get what you wanted, Cum. You are a cum slut. That's all your good for. Worth less than trash." He keeps jawing at me, I could feel my pussy convulsing as another organism approached. "Who cares if you catch the bug? I could throw you in the dumpster and no one would care. You're good for a fuck and that's it. I hope you remember two things after this; that you have HIV, and that you're fucking worthless." His shit talking was throwing me over the edge. I didn't care about catching the bug. I didn't care about ever having sex again. The only thing that existed at that moment is working this mans cock til it explodes. I feel him start going even faster, til he's outright jack hammering my pussy. I hear the 'spat, spat, spat' of each hump as the sounds morph together. I feel his penis start to expand. "Worthless bitch... Dumb slut..." I feel him grab my shoulders, push me further into the bed, as he roars up and yells "FUCKING CUM DUMPSTER!" my body explodes in complete orgasm as his cock explodes within me. Jets of poisonous semen coating my insides. I feel pump after pump of his throbbing penis as his seed reaches the deepest part of my hole. "Fuck, FUCK!" I moan as he keeps pumping the last of his venom into my uterus. He gets off me. "Okay slut, you had your fun. If you don't catch the bug in a couple weeks, come back and see me, otherwise you've gotta go. " While I could barely walk at this point, I manage to make it back to the theater where a few friends find me and take me home. Only a week later, I come down with the worst flu of my life. I realize I've made a horrible mistake. But it's too late. This is a part of me now. It'll be with me forever. At least I don't have to worry about slutting around anymore, right?
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One of the difficulties I find of being poz is that guys who are up for a recharge (or sometimes poz guys pretending to be neg so that they can act out the fantasy of getting converted!) love verbal breeding. You get lots of 'Give me your dirty jizz' or 'Poz me man' or 'Give me ****' and so on. Now I don't mind verbal when I'm fucking and roll play can be a real turn on, but when I cum I really can't speak ...... not at that precise moment. For me the process of cumming, that point of no return, starts in my asshole as the muscles begin to clench and then my balls tighten up and my stomach muscles get stiff and I feel it rise to my chest and then my neck and then I can't breathe as I feel the squirt begin to rise and then my whole being tenses as I shoot ..... maybe 2 maybe 3 squirts ...... during which time I can't speak. The release comes about a second or two after the final squirt and my body begins to shake and spasm and I need a gasp of air as the shakes go on for maybe up to a minute pulsing through my body. Now I wish I could scream out ' Take my poz cum you fucking cunt!' or 'I'm breeding your hole man' or something that will please the guy I'm creaming ........... but it's just impossible. One of my regular FBs who knows me well, loves me to fuck him on his back and he says he likes watching my face because he can always tell when I am actually breeding him. I'm usually just lost in the squirt at that point!
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Part 1 Chris and Tyler both grew up in conservative homes in the midwest. They both knew early on that they were different. At church, homosexuality was condemned and at school the locker room was full of talk about girls. Chris and Tyler both tried to pray their feelings away but they would always go back to their computers at night and search gay porn. After they got off they would feel nothing but guilt. They thought this would be the way their lives would go. Push the urges down and feel guilty about them when they gave in. They always gave in. Both of them ended up going to the same college and had the same idea once they moved on campus. Give in to the urge now that no one knew them. They were both the only people from their town to go to the school so they didnt have to worry about someone finding out. They both downloaded grindr and thats how they met. They were both bundles of nerves when they chatted but they learned that they had so much in common. They talked about meeting but they both admitted to being scared. It was a big school but they still had the fear of someone finding out. Finally though they did decide to meet but in public like wholesome Christian boys. It was awkward. They didnt know what to say to each other now that they didnt have the safety they felt when they were just messaging in an app. But they were both attracted to each other. Chris was taller by a couple inches but both were athletic from being three season athletes in high school. They even had that in common. That meeting ended with a handshake and they headed back to their dorm rooms. They didnt end up talking about much. Just classes and moving from a small town and dorm life. They had never talked about gay sex with anyone. It was hard to just start. Once they got back on the app just an hour later, their conversation got a lot freer. They both told the other that he was hot and they wanted to get naked together. They went for it and Tyler invited Chris to his dorm room. Once Chris got there the nerves were back. They didnt really know what to do. They kissed. For both of them their first. They were just lips and teeth at first but a hunger started to emerge as they realized they were getting what they had wanted for so long but thought they would never get. They started moaning and breathing heavy tongues exploring the others mouth. Clothes started coming off and they moved to the bed. Tyler's cock was 7 inches cut but Chris was 9 cut and thick. Chris was on top of Tyler grinding his big cock on the hot boy under him. Both of them lost control fast and came almost at the same time. There was a pool of cum between them all over their chest and abs. They never broke their kiss once it started to the moment they came. But once they came down from their cum the guilt set in and Chris got his clothes on fast and ran out. They fell into a routine. They would do most of their talking on the app and eventually they would meet up and grind and make out until they came. The guilt was always there to rush them out. But they started getting bolder on the app after a few weeks and a few hot sessions. Chris decided to see if he could push things a little further. Chris: So you ever think you would wanna do more than what we do? T: You mean making out and getting naked? I like that Chris: Yeah it's amazing but would you ever wanna do more? T: Like what? Chris: What kinds of things do you think about? Tyler didnt respond for a while as he tried to decide whether he could tell Chris about a fantasy he had. Chris: u there? T: Yeah. I saw this video where a guy was watching a couple guys hook up. He just jerked off and didn't touch the guys but I thought it was hot Chris: You want someone to watch us? T: Is that too weird? I didn't really think we would do it or anything Chris: Thats hot. We could try it if you want. Who would it be though? I don't know anyone. T: We could find someone on this app. Chris: Oh yeah lol. So you wanna try to find someone to watch us mess around? T: Sure! The search for a guy to watch them play became an obsession for Chris and Tyler. Chris wanted to try more than just rubbing their bodies together until they came and he was hoping this could be a step in that direction. Tyler had been holding this fantasy longer than he told Chris. He would jerk off in his bedroom at home and fantasize about a hot stranger sitting at his desk and watching. The idea of being watched turned him on like nothing else. They decided to start with guys who contacted them first. After chatting them up they would tell the guy that he had a friend who he messed around with regularly and they wanted someone to watch. Some of the guys weren't into it and other guys who liked it as long as they got to join eventually. Chris and Tyler werent ready for that yet. So that left just a few who seemed ok with the parameters that Chris and Tyler set. They settled on Hunter. He was older and seemed really nice and he even said they could play at his place so they could have more privacy. What Chris and Tyler didnt know was that Hunter was always looking for good Christian boys like them who he could change forever. He bought his home near campus so that students didnt have to worry about finding a ride to his place. Most of the kids on campus didnt have cars so a guy who had his own place and was nearby was always the easiest way to yes. He loved breaking virgin boys in and Chris and Tyler were exactly the type he loved. Usually he would have to find one and convince them to bring a friend, so this was almost too easy. Hunter first reached out to Chris. Hunter could tell from the profile pic that this boy was hot. Smooth and athletic and he said he was 18. When they traded face pics Hunter thought he was in love. This was the cutest boy he would have over in a while. Tyler was no different. This was going to be a hot couple to watch. At first. He talked to Chris about what he wanted to do once they got past rubbing each others bodies and making out. Chris revealed to him that he really wanted to fuck Tyler but he wasnt sure because he was so big and Tyler was a virgin. Plus he felt like he was a top and wasnt sure if he could handle taking Tylers smaller but still sizable cock in him. Hunter knew that if he could find a way to get Tyler let Chris fuck him, he would own them for good. He wanted them to see him as a helpful guide to pleasures they never even had heard about. That would be easy with these two once he got them their first fuck. Chris and Tyler were together when they made the decision to meet Hunter. "His pictures look ok." Tyler shrugged. "Yeah but its not like hes gonna mess around with us too so it doesnt really matter that much." "True" Chris said "but I might get turned off a little if hes a troll." "Hes not a troll." "I know. That's what I'm saying. So you wanna do it?" Tyler knew he could make this fantasy a reality. "Yeah. Let's do it." Hunter happened to be on when they messaged him and said they were up for meeting. H: How about now? Hunter had to wait a while for a response. They must be deciding if they wanted to actually go through with it, he thought. C&T: Ok. Send over the address. We'll probably be 20 minutes. H: Thumbs up
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Hi guys quick note before i start i'm new at writing fiction (first story >.< ) but thought since i have enjoyed so many of your amazing orgasm inducing tales i should try contribute to the community, so any feed back is more than welcome as its the only way we get better. a quick sorry in advance for the punctuation i have dyslexia and its a bitch. this story is based on all those films where the monster is loose and hunts its pray transforming them into creatures like itself, which always really turned me on ... and seems a natural fit for a genetically modified poz monster who wants to convert as many as possible with its toxic dick. nobody dies in this story they just become infected with super HIV developed by a shady pharma corp and transform still living into there new form. i hope you all enjoy and on with the story...... The group walked up to the glass and steel building of Gentech, its massive sign still lit proclaiming “Gentech a better world for all”. But with the lights in the building out and all personnel gone it looked eerie and dead they knew the building was fully evacuated except for basement levels where the labs are and from reports those lab floors were like a small labyrinth. The basement levels had been sealed due to a biological containment alarm with the twelve scientists who working at the time were still down there needing extraction. That was the job of S.R.A.R.G, a search and rescue group used by government to get assets out of compromising situations, the group sent was delta squad a five-man strong retrieval team each hand picked for their skills. The Figures moved up to the doors and slipped inside with military precision, five figures in all wearing black bio-containment suits the front figure held a tablet with a metal wand hooked up to it they waved it though the air of the large glass atrium the tablet lit up green, the figure nodded and they moved quickly across the marble floor their footsteps and rustling suites echoing off the glass and steel in the still darkness they reached an elevator and the front figure typed a code the beeping seeming too loud by far, the metal doors slid open with a shush of air and the group stepped inside without a word, the elevator descended. The figures remained silent the elevators doors opened again and they stepped into a small concrete room only just big enough to hold them all, a red light pulsed on the wall a message flashing on a small black screen underneath “containment breach full lock-down in effect” the figure with the tablet moved up to the large blast door that took up one wall like the entrance to a tomb. he plugged the tablet into it with a small cable, swiftly moved his hands across the glass pad within a few seconds the red flashing light stopped and the large metal door rumbled up. the figures braced themselves but they were only met with a set of glass doors leading to a long corridor lit with dull yellow emergency lights no panicked scientists. The lead figure pushed the glass door open carefully and waved the metal rod it took a few seconds but the tablet once again showed a green icon on the screen, the figure pulled the mask free from his face with a sigh of relief “all clear guys” he was greeted with a rush of hot moist air that smelled like a locker room, “Air isn't too fresh though makes sense with the air con off down here, but the system says there are dangerous no toxins or gasses ” He quickly striped off the rest of the bio hazard suite showing the black military boots, fatigues, jacket a bullet proof vest over the top seemed filled with tech gear, the man was in his twenties 5 foot 9 with sparkling green eyes his blond hair shaved up the sides and back and let to grow long on the top it made him look like a surfer dude who had dressed like a swat officer for Halloween. The other four followed his lead pulling off the black suits to show similar cloths, “if nothing is showing up why the lock down Gray?” Nate was a large man and team leader he looked in his early 30’s with a body that had been carefully sculpted at the gym, his chestnut hair and beard were both buzzed close to the skin Grey looked back up from the tablet and shrugged “no idea, I would need to get into their computer systems to have a look at what they were working on, mission brief just has they were outsourced by the military intelligence on a number of sensitive projects” Nate nodded and looked over the group “right where are going to split up and find the people trapped down here while Gray pulls the files from the main computers … mission control want to know what the hell they were playing with down here” he pointed at two men one could have been a blond frat boy not over 25 and the other with olive skin black hair “Jackson and Alverez you two search the labs and office area me and cooper will escort Graves to the main server room and then join you, be careful we still don’t know what triggered the biohazard alert ” Both men saluted and Jackson and Alverez moved into the Lab complex guns drawn Nate watched them disappear around the corner and had a bad feeling but looked as Gray and Nick cooper a 5;12 Black man with a swimmer's body and Scowled “let's get this done fast”.
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This is a side-project that goes along with my other story. However, it can easily be read on its own. Be warned it will have a similar set up to another story on here, but only in setting up the setup of the plot. Let me know what you think down in the comments! ---- Part 1 “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Soon I'd finally get what I fantasized and dreamed of. A huge cock shooting a thick load deep up my virgin ass. — It was hard to believe that that morning I was just a young, 18-year-old virgin. I knew from a young age that I was gay; girls never even blipped on my radar, and I always found myself fantasizing about some of the hotter guys in my class kissing me and feeling me up. However, I never acted on it. My family had moved to our small, midwestern town when I was in 6th grade, leaving me friendless. My former best friend was over 1000 miles away on the east coast, as well as everyone I knew growing up. I hadn’t been popular, but I was at least well-liked by nearly everyone. In my new school, I was an outcast… quiet, shy, too smart for the popular crowd and disliked because I actually enjoyed being at school. By the time I hit my senior year, I knew I wanted to be like the guys I saw in the porn I found online. A slut, taking cock from multiple guys until shooting all over myself. My only friends were a few of the nerdier, but in my opinion, much cooler girls who shared some of my same interests in different books and shows at the time. Nobody, however, knew my secret… that I wanted nothing more than to lose my virginity to a hot top. This obviously didn’t stop me from being made fun of, with being called things like fag or queer by the hotter, popular jocks in the in-crowd. Rationally, I knew it was only to get a rise out me, but a part of me always worried they knew I was what I secretly wanted to be. By the end of my senior year, I couldn’t take it any longer. I was tired of jacking off and pretending I was getting fucked by some hot, muscled guy as I fingered myself to climax in my hand, licking my hand clean to keep my secret from my thankfully more liberal parents and 5 sisters. I decided to finally lose my virginity and started to secretly hatch out a plan. Having gotten a few letters from some prospective colleges from the large city about 3 hours away, I planned to go and look at a few, staying at my distant cousin’s apartment near one of the campus. Knowing he wouldn’t care if I was there or not, I figured I could make my parents believe my half-lie. I would look at the school that week, during spring break at my school, and during the weekend I would go to a gay bathhouse I had read about in some of my lurkings online. It would be a week after 18th birthday, so I would finally be legal to enter. And maybe, just maybe, I would find someone to help me fulfill my wish of losing my “cherry.” — The week came quickly when my parents sat me down, my bag already around my shoulders and my keys to the small Honda my parent’s bought me in my hands. I had hoped to sneak out with a quick goodbye. “Buddy,” my father, still in his lab coat from work at the local hospital, “We need to have a talk.” SHIT! I thought to myself, THEY KNOW. FUCK!!! “Uh… yeah, dad?” I said, trying not to let the fear in my mind crack into my voice. My plan was ruined, I was sure of it. The tone of his voice and the look on my mother’s face said it all. “Your mother and I have talked… we know you’re a man now, but… we’re concerned. You know we love you and only want what is best and…” “Oh Robert!” my mother sighed, her thick accent coming through as she crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at my dad, “Shit or get off a pie.” “Pot… mom… it’s pot…. it’s slang for toilet…” I said, smiling slightly at her mistranslation. Thirty years and she STILL got idioms wrong. I was beginning to think it may be intentional. “I like mine better,” she huffed before continuing, before glaring at my father, “We know you are going to college soon. Tell him.” Pulling a pile of condoms and a handful of pamphlet out of his coat, he held them out to me. “You need protection. We know things happen at colleges… and we don’t want you coming back and trapped with a baby on the way with some girl, or something like HPV or herpes…” my dad blurted out, rubbing his hand on his coat as he sat back on the couch. “Uh….” was my only reply. I felt my cheeks start to burn. My parents thought I was going to get some girl pregnant. “Just take them and be careful. And have fun. We love you very much,” my mom replied with a slight nod. “And don’t trust a girl just because she is on the pill. She could be on an antibiotic, or could be asymptomatic or…” my dad replied, refusing to meet my eyes as he blurted out everything. “Thanks… I guess…” I said slowly, grabbing them with a slight grimace, “You guys know…. I learned about most of this from health class… right…? And I really am just going to check out a few schools. I’ll call and everything if you want…” “Just go have fun my little zaychik. Call when you get there so I know you are okay,” my mom replied, shooing me away. — 3 hours later, and thankfully over a hundred miles from my family, I sat my bag down in the small living room of my cousin’s apartment, glad he was willing to let me stay there while he and his friends went to spring break somewhere out east. It’s Friday night, and I’m ready to finally get down to business. Pulling out a tight pair of jeans I had outgrown the previous year, and a similarly fitting t-shirt, I changed quickly and looked up the directions and information I had written earlier and made my way to the bar where the bathhouse was located. Arriving, I quickly made my way to where the entrance was at the back and walked up to the small window, much like the ones I had seen in movies that they had at a seedy motel. I rang the bell and out from the back room came one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. Easily over 6ft, he had piercing grey eyes, long thick blonde hair, and a large piercing in his nose. He was wearing a tight-fitting wife beater that nearly covered his well-muscled chest and abs, and black leather pants that clung to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes were quickly drawn to his pert ass and large bulge. A heavy five’o’clock shadow covered his face, which reminded me of an extremely hot bad boy version of Thor for some reason. Even his voice made me melt, gravely and deep. “Can I help you, boy? The bathroom is back in the other side of the bar,“ he said, pointing back towards the bar, looking up and down my body before smiling, “Unless you see something you like?” Flustered, I blushed and shook my head. “No… um…. I’m here to… I mean….” I said, suddenly unable to form words. “Look, no offense kid, but you got to be at least 18 to even be in the bar. You gotta be… what? 15? 16 tops?” Shaking my head no, I pulled out my wallet and pulled out my ID, sliding it under the glass. “No, sir… I’m… I’m 18,” I said with a gulp, “See… my birthday was last week.” “Sir, huh? First time to the baths then, huh?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, deftly lighting one and blowing the smoke at the glass. “Uh, yeah… I… it’s that obvious huh?” I replied. “You’re a cute fucker. They are going to be all over you!” he said with a smile, the cigarette dangling in his mouth., “Room or locker?” “Oh… um….” I replied, realizing that I had no idea what to do. “I don’t really know which one…” “Hot piece like you will definitely get invited into a room in no time,” he said, “I’d go with a locker.” I nodded as he continued. “Normally the fee is $40 to get in, full $100 for a room, but seeing as you just had your birthday, and it’s your first time… how about $20?” he said, turning around and grabbing a towel and a key. Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out the two bills, left over from my gifts the week before. “Thanks…” “Don’t mention it. We all have our first times,” he said with a smile, “Maybe you’ll still be around later when I get off. Would like to help show you the ropes.” Smiling back, I entered the entrance, the door buzzing as he pressed a small button under the counter in front of him. — Looking around, I took in the sites, as dozens of naked men walked around, some with towels and others in various states of undress. I quickly found my locker, and with a deep breath, I quickly undressed. Throwing the towel around my now naked body, I grabbed a few condoms from my jean pocket, tucking them in between my skin and the cloth. Taking another look around, I felt like a fish out of water. 18, skinny with just a small amount of lean muscle on my frame. Black hair, blue eyes, and an average sized uncut cock were all I had to offer. And around me was every possible type of hot character from every gay porn I ever saw. There’s no way anyone would be interested in someone like me, I thought to myself as pulled the towel even closer. And that’s when I saw HIM. 6ft tall, heavily muscled, with a head full of thick brown hair. A face like a Greek statue, which sported a goatee and mustache. Nipple piercings and a thick hairy chest. And a what looked to be an uncut 10-incher with what looked to be a large PA peaking out from under the small towel that barely covered him, framed by a pair of low hanging bull balls. Tattoos all over his body. The man looked like sex walking. A bad boy who would ravage my hole if given the chance. Something straight out of the hottest porn. AND HE’S WALKING UP TO ME! I thought in a panic. I felt myself start to blush as he eyed me up and down, my cheeks burning even hotter as I saw his cock stir under the towel. “I’m Garrett.” he said, stopping in front of me and holding his hand out, “You must be new here.” “Jeez… it’s that obvious, huh?” I said, biting my lip as I stared at his hand, almost afraid. I looked around, lost. He waved his hand slightly in front of me drawing my attention back to him. “And you are?” I panicked for a second, thinking maybe I should make up a name before realizing that even if he knew my name, nobody around here would know me. Pulling up the courage, I shook his hand and replied. “Yurik… uh… nice to meet you…” I said, trying desperately to sound cool as my voice threatened to break as I suddenly started to spout a massive flow of words, “My mom is from Russia and that why I have a weird name. It’s-it’s my first time. I’ve never done this before, and I didn’t expect to actually find someone so hot to actually talk to me, especially you. Not with how I look. And… and… and I…. should really shut up now…” He let out a soft laugh as he let go of my hand before slowly rubbing his hand up and down my arm while looking at my smaller body. “Dude, calm down. You got nothing to worry about. Fucking sexy thing like you is a rare find here,” he said in a low, calm voice and his fingers traced down my chest and ran over my left nipple, causing to bead up instantly. I fought back a moan and looked up at him in silence. “Need someone to show you around? I would love nothing better than to show you around. Make all these fuckers here jealous,” he asked, his smile growing bigger as he saw what his touching me was doing. I slowly nodded and smiled nervously as his hand wrapped around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. “Mind if we stop by my locker first?” he asked as I felt him slowly reach down and grab my ass under the towel. Fuck, that feels so good, I thought to myself as he slowly ran his fingers through my crack, teasing the hair near my hole. “As long as you keep doing that!” I replied with a moan. “Oh, I plan on doing much much more…” he replied, and we started walking, drawing the attention from a few guys. We came to his locker and I stood there quietly as he grabbed his key and opened the door. Pulling out a large leather pouch from his shirt pocket, as well as a brown glass bottle. I knew instantly they were poppers, which I had read about and seen in various sites online. I wanted to try them, and it looked like I might get my chance with this walking sex god. I was however slightly shocked when he pulled out a large, black and green cigar and stuck it in his mouth. Some of the guys in my school smoked them when there were no adults around, looking somewhat goofy to me. But this man looked even hotter somehow with it firmly in his jaw. Looking at me suddenly, he stopped and pulled the stick out of his mouth. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked, looking directly at me as he waited for my reply. “Oh, uh… no, go ahead,” I said, my cock now throbbing under my towel at full hardness, my face still blazing red. With a smile, he pulled out the lighter from the same pouch and lit it. Drawing the flame to the end, he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and brought it to life, taking a deep drawn in before blowing it straight up in the air. Quickly enough he put everything back into the locker and wrapped his arm around my waist and we set off into the bathhouse.
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Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The game got out of hand - Part 1 (introduction, not sexual) Every first Friday of the month our small group meets for a game night. Every now and then there are a few new faces, like on this Friday evening, which should change my life. But first I would like to introduce the regular cast of our small group: Frank is 32 years old, gay, very trained at 1.87 meters tall, he weighs 80 kilos. Simon is 40 years old, gay, rather lanky and 1.95 meters tall, he only weighs 72 kilos. He is also Frank's husband. Hussein is 22 years old, bisexual, bodybuilder type, and at 1.80 meters he weighs 86 kilos. Johannes is 25 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 73 kilos at 1.75 meters tall. Elias is 20 years old, gay, the typical twink, weighs 60 kilos and is 1.76 meters tall. Dominik is 36 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 70 kilos at 1.68 meters. I'm Benjamin, 21 years old, straight (I thought so far), I also have a normal stature at 1.72 meters, I bring 68 kilos with me. Usually my friend Amelie (24) and Dominik's friend Magdalena (30) are also there. However, this time the two girls could not take part for professional reasons, as there was an acute shortage of staff on the night shift in the hospital where they work. I only owe this evening game to my girlfriend (or better said now ex-girlfriend) Amelie, who found out through Magdalena that we had gone there. That said Friday evening there were three new faces brought by Hussein and Simon. Hussein brought Matteo, and Simon brought Vincent and Fabio. Matteo is a 19 year old twink, absolutely gay, weighs only 77 kilos at 1.99 meters tall. Vincent and Fabio are both 38 and twins, both are gay and at 1.75 meters tall and 70 kilos, they are more average. That evening we wanted to play the dice game 10000. The winner is whoever threw the 10,000 points together first. A 5 is 50 points, 3 fives with a throw are 500 points, these must still be confirmed by a 1 or 5. 4 fives with a throw are 5000 points, these must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. A 1 is 100 points, 3 ones with a throw are 1000 points, and must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. 3x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 200, 300, 400 or 600 points after confirmation by a 1 or 5. 4x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 2000, 3000, 4000 or 6000 points after confirmation. There are 6 dice in play, but a maximum of 2 dice may remain, but at least one die must remain for the game to be scored. After the rules were set, Matteo asked about the stakes per game, whereupon Frank explained to him that we would normally only play just for fun, i.e. without stakes. Matteo then said, however, that it would be more interesting if the person who had thrown the least number of points had to take off an item of clothing. As a little thrill by the way. My opinion was NO, as I had just lost a bet with my girlfriend two days ago and as a punishment I was only allowed to wear one item of clothing per body region. So I only had a t-shirt, Adidas sports pants and my Adidas shoes ... ...not more. Of course, I did not say that, but instead said that a vote was needed. No wonder, the only one who was against this additional rule was me, but I was also the last one who was allowed to vote, and since I already knew the result, I voted for the rule extension with a better conscience. Sequel follows...
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I have been reading and getting LOADS of pleasure from so many of you guys' stories, I thought I would try to return the favor. This is my first attempt so any constructive criticism will be appreciated. The story is a mix of truth and fantasy based on my own experiences and those of others I know. Hope you enjoy! Standing behind the high-back leather chair occupied by my leather daddy in his harness and chaps, I reached around each side of the chair and took hold of his hard eraser-sized nips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and immediately begin applying pressure and twisting them. I heard my leather daddy moan then growl his approval and sexual arousal as expected, knowing how sensitive his big nips were and how they are hot-wired straight down to his fat cut 8 inch leather daddy cock. I knew that with each twist, pull, tug or flick on the edge of his nips his always-horny dick would throb and vibrate, spewing out oozings of his hot poz precum. Many times sitting between his legs licking his hairy balls while he played with his own nips I would be almost hypnotized seeing his dick's reaction to the nip play. But tonight I couldn't see the excited throbbings and twitchings of daddy's dick from the sensations on his nips. No, my view of daddy's dick was blocked by the thick-haired head of the hot high young bi sub pig that was eagerly making love to daddy's cock with his wet warm mouth. He had arrived at daddy's house just a little more than 30 minutes ago and had been worshipping that meaty slab of meat for almost the past 15 minutes, stopping only 3 brief times - once to make out with me when he first started sucking that dick and I was sharing it with him (that was before daddy had told me to get behind his chair and work his nips), and then twice to take 2 HUGE hits off the pipe at daddy's direction. Daddy had told me before the young sub had arrived that he had plans for that sexy bi boy tonight and into tomorrow and that plan required that we make sure we keep him tweaked and horny the whole time. And the stuff daddy had for the pipe this weekend was very strong. We would make sure he was kept right at the edge of being horny and piggy without being too out of it. And from daddy's moans and the wet slurping noises it was apparent that right at this moment the little piggy was very horny and very ready to please "our" leather daddy. As I stroked daddy's nips with my thumbs, causing him to arch his back and growl again, I leaned forward over the back of the chair, licking at the sweat on his neck and whispered to him, "Is that a good mouth on your dick? Does that sub boy know how to treat his daddy's big cock?" Daddy had just started a big hit off the wipe as I asked the question so he didn't answer immediately. Daddy had great lung capacity and inhaled on his hits longer than anybody I knew. Still working his nips I watched as he finally removed the flame from the bowl sucked in one last time, held it then blew out a fucking monstrous cloud that totally blocked out the young pig on the floor between his legs. "So hot, Sir!" I whispered. Tina clouds always make me horny. And I knew this one was going to ramp up daddy's horniness big time, especially with what he planned this weekend for the handsome boy currently sucking his cock. That boy had no idea daddy was poz (or that I was too). And he for sure didn't know daddy had stopped his meds 3 weeks ago. If daddy had it his way - and I knew he would - the beautiful young chemmed up pig sucking daddy's cock would find out all about daddy before going home tomorrow and he would be on the way to becoming just like the daddy he was intent on pleasing in every way. Oh, if he only knew where that was going to lead him! **I know it's kind of a slow start guys but needing to set the background and scene. Let me know if you think I should continue. Thanks!**
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*This is an adaptation of a real experience, for the first few entries at least* I'd been in London for about a year and a half, having moved there from Dublin for work. Back home I was well known among the gay community, with lots of friends and older fuck buddies, but London was a completely different animal. There was no happening across someone you knew, spontaneous coffee or pints. No, in London you had to schedule all of your time, and I'd gone from being an excited slutty 23 year old fresh off the plane to an over-worked, under-sexed stressed out 25 and a half year old. What London lacked in friendliness it made up for in debauchery. Growing up in Ireland I had cum so many times to videos of blonde boys being used and abused by dads, muscle bulls and groups, and especially within the confines of those exotic looking saunas. I could smell the cum and sweat from those videos, which sent me into heat and got me to explore more and more of my smooth pink cunt. It was no surprise then that when I first got to London in 2016, the saunas were a first port of call. After a few hit and miss sessions with no particularly good fucks, I decided to give the scene a break and focus on dating and clubs. Fast forward to 2018 and my hole had gone unbred for far too long. I was hungry, and my next meal was going to have to keep me full for a while. I'd heard good things about the Sweatbox sauna in Soho, and seeing that I had just six months to continue availing of their 26 and under free Monday nights, I made it my mission to get there, loose all inhibitions and take and much loads as I could. Back home I had been getting fucked bare as long as I could remember. I was a smart boy, which is why at 18 I skipped classes to go cruising in nearby woodlands and get loaded up against trees. I wanted to reconnect with the slut that I was back then, before I lost my boyish charm. So after work one Monday, and after a quick work out in the gym across the road, I headed in. I was hanging around by the maze area, having just unloaded in a hungry dad who liked sucking my young cock. I've a good dick, but if I had my way it would be kept in a jock or hidden so that mens' focus would be on my hole, which is even better. After a few rounds in a steamroom and another visit to the porn room, I went back to the maze. There was this hot couple there with tattoos and both of them had their tits pierced. One had a beautiful scorpion with its stinger wrapped around his bellybutton. When they flashed their towels I saw their full, heavy, low hanging balls and knew I wanted what was inside them. I I tried to get their attention but they were too focused on this beautiful young muscle stud. I'm not muscular but I am slim and tall and have nice legs, but I was no match for this boy. Defeatedly I made my way to the sling room to lie down and wank about them. I got in and closed my eyes and let the heat and sounds of my surroundings make me hard. About 2 minutes later I open my eyes and they were both there, cocks in hand and door closed. One of them had a tattoo on his cock, which I hadn't seen before, which said "CHARGED UP", an unusual choice I thought. But it was a fat thick cock, darker than the rest of his skin in a way which signalled it as both a warning and a beacon I needed to go to. Both came to either side of the sling and my natural hunger for cock took over. I let them abuse my mouth, and while the Charged Up was deep in my throat, Scorpion made me snort a load of poppers. "2 deep hits either side, slut. Because you'll be getting two deep hits in your cunt." "Thank you daddy." "We'll make you our son, boy. Plant our DNA and it'll take you over." I inhaled deep and felt the cock lodge even deeper in my throat, a solid stream of spit, precum and my own tears rolling down my face and onto my smooth body, giving me a sweaty sheen. I was in heaven, and they knew it. "I've just opened your throat up more than I thought I could, you've got skills, slut. I believe a boy's throat is connected to his hole, so I reckon that boycunt is ripe for using. Raw, no lube". I knew myself that I was starting to gape, the heat of the poppers and sauna matched only with my own heated lust. "I want your seed daddies, I wanna be your boy". Scorpion made his way to my hungry hole. "Fuck man" he said to his partner, "the boy's got a pretty little slit of a cunt here. We're going to have to expand on that". I felt his bare cock slap against my wet hole. Each thud it made caused me to open up a bit more, the weight of the cock demanding entrance to me. I knew he had no condom on but I also knew if anything happened I could get PEP and be safe. I needed this seed, I needed to be nourished with a load. My hole had been barren so long, it needed replenishing. "Please fuck me daddy! My cunt needs it!". I screamed. Scorpion leaned in to me and started to kiss me and I let his tongue in. He pulled out of my mouth and tongued my ear, his cock head pushing against my hole. "You better be ready for my sting", he whispered, before biting my neck and ramming the full length of his cock into me. I wasn't ready for that and I tried to push off but he forced himself even deeper into me as Charged Up shoved his cock back down my throat. By the time Scorpion had bottomed out in me I was begging for his load. He withdrew without cumming and told me I was going to get my two deep hits. Charged Up withdrew from my mouth and picked me up out of the sling. He lay down in it and I was puzzled, thinking they wanted me to fuck him. I was wrong, his poppers wielding partner came up behind me and choked me out, holding the brown bottle under my nose force feeding me more poppers. I was putty in his hands, and he put me on his man's cock and I began to ride it. This time I really was nervous about what might happen. "I've never taken two before", I said. "After this your hole will demand two, for starters", Scorpion said said. With a devilish grin he held my head in place and forced his fist into my mouth. Charged Up, his cock slick with my throat juices, snot and precum, forced himself in alongside him causing me to release a muffled scream which only seemed to turn them on more. "This is what it is to be a good boyslut for your daddies! We're going to make you ours, plant our daddy seed deep in you and watch it grow. You'll turn out just like your fathers, our little Poz baby". I suddenly froze as I realised what their tattoos meant, and what my cock lust had led me to. I was here, in a foreign city, two thick raw poz cocks deep in my cunt. And I loved it, I never felt more alive up to that point. I wanted this life, I wanted their seed and I wanted to be their boy. I felt their thrusts deepen and quicken and their cocks pulse as they began to simultaneously unload in me. "Take it baby, take your daddies' presents! We want our sting to really take hold of your cunt, lodge it deep in your guts". I screamed out as they unloaded in me, so drunk on lust and now poz seed that I can't remember what I said. As they withdrew from my puffy bruised cunt they told me I was their boy now, and that they had marked me as theirs. I was to obey them as all boys obey their fathers. I had solidified my taste, my lust, for daddy meat. Luckily for me, there had been a few men watching over the side, and I could tell they were fans of what they'd seen. My two new fathers looked at me. "It's going to be a long night for you, son, and when we're done that slit of a cunt will be in full bloom." -
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. That written, I'd love to have it go down this way. Traveling for business allows me time cruise the hook-up sites for guys in different cities. It is an enjoyable pastime since I am usually trapped in a hotel room with no place to go and nothing better to do with my evenings. I was in the middle of one of those trips, sitting in my room sipping glasses of wine cruising sites on both my computer and iPhone. Being an older daddy-type, I wasn’t generating much interest. I was about to be frustrated with my search when I received a hit from a college-age twink looking for a daddy. I do love it when younger guys with their incredibly hard cocks want to breed me. Not only that, his avatar showed him to be beautiful—and I mean that in every sense. I first thought he was just playing with me, but as our conversation continued, I realized that he was serious. We began making plans to meet, but then he asked me the question I hate, “Do you have condoms?” I thought for a moment, knowing young guys tend to be “safe” sex freaks. I hate condoms. I responded to him, “No.” “Damn,” came back the reply. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t like fucking raw, lol.” “I don’t have any, but I’m neg and don’t have any STIs.” I was encouraged, at least he indicated that he fucked raw sometimes. I waited for the response. It came back in an unexpected manner, “I tend to cum too quickly if I don’t wear a condom.” I relaxed a bit and responded, “don't worry about that. I'm sure it will be fine. I don’t mind as long as you put a load in me as deep as you can.” “OK, as long as you’re sure,” he replied. He was at work and we agreed to meet in about an hour in my hotel room. I was excited because nothing else happening on the usual sites. I gave him my hotel and room number. I asked him to text me when he was in the lobby. I like to stay at a certain hotel where I can see the elevators and I could watch him come up to the floor. We chatted a bit more during the hour while he was preparing to get off from work, He asked if I liked to be rimmed, and I responded emphatically, “Yes.” “Then be ass up and face down on the bed when I get to your room,” was his reply. “I really want to suck your dick,” I sent back. He replied, “Just let me come in and start eating that sweet ass first and then you can." I was even more excited because I knew he was something special. As the time drew near, he told me as he was getting off work. Being only a short drive away, I knew he would be in the lobby soon. I touched up my prepping because I wanted to be especially clean so that he would enjoy rimming my ass deeply. “In the lobby,” came the text. I texted him that the door would be set so he could just push it open and I walked out to the balcony overlooking the atrium to catch a glimpse of him on the elevator, but there were other people on board and I could not make him out clearly. As the elevator approached my floor I went inside my room and made sure the door could be pushed open, I stripped and took the position on the bed, ass up and head down. I heard the door open and he came into the living room of the two room suite. I glanced as he came into the bedroom and he was as beautiful in person as in his picture. A preppy college student. He walked over to the bed, slapped my ass a couple of times and dropped to his knees to give me the best rimming I’ve had in a long while. He also was filling my hole with saliva so we would not need any lube. Frankly, I hate lube because it taints the taste of the cock and after I’ve been bred I like to clean it off and enjoy all of the flavors. He stopped rimming and I heard him undo his pants and then some rustling next to me. I turned my head and bumped into the hardest and most erect cock I’ve enjoyed in a long time. I saw he had just pushed his pants down and pulled his shirt up. I wanted all of this twink. I encouraged him to take all of his clothes off so we could enjoy each other. As soon as he was free of his clothes, I began to work his cock and balls over in my mouth. I enjoyed his engorged cock, knowing I was preparing it to fill me deeply. His ample balls were covered in luscious hair which I enjoyed as well. His excitement was building. He said, “I've had this erection since I walked into the lobby. I was worried others would notice it.” I smiled and continued sucking his dick and licking his balls. I wanted to rim him too, but he said no. “Get on the bed, doggie,” he ordered. I knew he wanted to get deep inside of me. There was no discussion of condoms as he easily worked his cock into me and was soon balls deep. His cock felt great in me. He fucked me for a bit and then withdrew. He ran his cock head across my hole a bit and reinserted and fucked me some more. He twisted my nipples and heard me moan. He twisted them harder and I said, “More.” He repeated the fucking and withdrawal a few more time and I knew he was trying to prolong the session. After a few minutes I told him, it was OK to go ahead and fill me with his cum. “You’re sure?” he asked. “Yes, I love the feeling of a cock pulsing it cum deep inside of me. And don’t pull out right away when you finish.” He shoved his cock deep into me, a bit roughly, but I was fully open and it felt great. He grunted and I felt his cock pulse it cum load into me as he held me in a choke hold. I laid forward on the bed with him still deep inside of me once he was done and enjoyed the feeling of his still erect cock in me along with the cummy-full feeling of my bottom. He finally pulled out and we stood up to hug. I sucked his cock clean and fully enjoyed the taste of his cum and my juices. When I was done, I offered to let him use the bathroom to clean-up, but he said I had cleaned him well enough. As it was my last night in the city, there was to be no chance for another meeting. We said good-bye and he left. With his load brewing in my bottom, I was back one my computer looking for another guy when I received the following text : “Hey, you never asked and I forgot to tell you something. I was diagnosed poz two-weeks ago and am not on meds yet. Maybe we should have used a condom.” The twink had stealthed me.
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Part 1 Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place. Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment. At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors. Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz. Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex. I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me. In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me. With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else. So I thought. Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened. One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not? The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad. “Hey Max” “Hi, everything’s alright?” “Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling. He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was. I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be. “Wait! What? Aren’t they supposed to be close?” “Yeah, they are…” “But how…” “The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked… so…” “Lot of guys?” “Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?” “Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…” “A shame. You would get a lot of action. You horny now?” “Kind of…” “Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.” It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place. The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me. Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes. The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man. “Gawd…! I needed that. Thanks!” As I pulled back my shorts. “It was delicious as always. Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I… Max… I need your help with something…" What do you want me to do? The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked? I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick. And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate. "Would you help me?” So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”. I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo? I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief. “It’s simple. I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”
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My boyfriend is incredibly cute. I love his perky ass and his toned torso. He's got Mediterranean roots and has tanned skin all over. His brown curly hair perches about his 7” uncut cock like a bird's nest, if you know what I mean. He's got low-hanging balls and blue-green eyes. Even though he's nearly thirty now, he's still a twink who could pass for twenty. He's a looker and never has to work out to stay in shape. A few months ago, I started going to a gym. I wanted to tighten up my body a bit and thought I wouldn't mind checking out some muscled guys in the locker room and showers... My schedule was pretty regular, and I often worked out at the same time as a really sexy hunk of a guy. After a few weeks of nodding at each other across the treadmill or bending over the same bench to tie our shoes, Mitch introduced himself to me. He was gorgeous. About six foot tall, with massive arms and a wide flat furry chest. I had only seen him with his shirt off, but I suspected he was packing a nice set of equipment in his shorts... Buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. Delicious. He told me he was in his last year of art school. We chatted it up and he invited me to lunch one weekend. I thought he was asking me out, so I told him about my boyfriend. After all, I didn't want to lead this stud on! To my surprise, he grinned and said, “The more the merrier! I'll invite my boyfriend too!” The weekend rolled around and I headed to the bar with my boyfriend to hang out with Mitch and his boyfriend. Mitch's boyfriend, Carl, was a bit older, maybe thirty, like my boyfriend, and worked in a bank. He was well-dressed, and although much smaller than Mitch, was clearly in good shape too. His fitted business shirt practically clung to his slim chest and abs. We ordered a lunch special that came with unlimited mimosas. After the third round, the conversation turned inevitably to sex. I proudly held my boyfriend's hand across the table and told Mitch and Carl about how proud we were to have a monogamous relationship. Carl smiled and said that he wished he could have that with Mitch. I was confused. Mitch abruptly changed the subject to his art studies, photography and painting. He told us about a new series of photos showing nude couples in intimate moments. He had photographed lesbian couples embracing, straight couples having foreplay, and a few gay couples 69'ing or rimming. It sounded pretty hot to me and my boyfriend and we told Mitch that we'd love to see them. My boyfriend piped up that he wouldn't mind posing together if he'd have us! I could tell that Carl was a little unsure at the prospect, but I was happy to see my boyfriend comfortable enough in our relationship to volunteer to explore it in front of a camera. After another mimosa, we decided to head to Mitch's studio classroom after a work out the next day. The next morning, my boyfriend slept in a bit. We made plans to pick him up after a workout, and I headed to the gym. I was there promptly at 9AM when the doors opened, and saw Mitch a few minutes later. After a half hour on the treadmill, he offered to spot me on the barbell bench. I guess I was feeling cocky, or maybe I was distracted by Mitch's huge bulge in his shorts, but I took on too much weight and Mitch wasn't fast enough to keep the weight from slamming in to my face. If he hadn't caught it when he did, it really might have hurt me! As it was, after a few minutes, even with an ice pack, my right eye was black and blue and so puffy it was nearly closed. I felt awful, knowing that we were supposed to have a photoshoot right after the workout. Mitch got a second ice pack for me and helped me to the locker room where we changed to head out and pick up my boyfriend. In the car, Mitch told me that we could reschedule if I didn't want to pose with a black eye. I didn't want to postpone, so he proposed another idea; maybe Carl could pose with my boyfriend instead. I thought about it and decided that would be fine if it was ok with everyone involved. Mitch called Carl, who was surprisingly keen on the idea, and I called my boyfriend, who was excited, maybe even a bit too excited... Mitch also promised me some prescription painkillers that he had in his gym bag. About an hour later, I had taken a few too many painkillers and had a fresh icepack on my face. Mitch had the camera and lights set up. My boyfriend stripped off his clothes and waited in a robe for Carl to be ready. When Carl showed up, he gave Mitch a huge sloppy kiss and untied his robe, dropping it to the floor. Even with only one eye, I could see his massive tool hanging down, at least seven inches and he was totally soft. His pubes and balls were trimmed close and I noticed that he had a piercing between his balls and his hairy ass. My boyfriend was practically drooling and his cock was rock hard and poking straight out. I sat there doped up as Mitch posed them, with my boyfriend leaning over a chair and Carl behind him with his huge hardening cock laying against his ass. It was then, with Carl bent over away from me that I saw it. A four-inch wide biohazard tattoo above his asscrack. I realized that Carl was POZ! Mitch saw me staring at this POZ guy whose bare cock was hardening and starting to drip precum into my boyfriend's bare asshole. He comforted me and told me not to worry about anything and handed Carl a condom. Carl snickered a bit and unwrapped it, rolling it down onto his now-throbbing cock. My boyfriend knelt down and watched as he did so, not having seen the tattoo or realizing why Carl was bagging up. My boyfriend smiled at me and said, “Since he's safe, maybe we could get a few photos with him teasing my ass with his cock!” Mitch nodded and grunted approval. I figured that it couldn't hurt. Even though Carl was POZ, he was wearing a condom, and it was only for a photos, so I figured Carl wouldn't fuck him for real or anything. Mitch checked on me to make sure I was ok with everything, and he noted that I was getting hard. He told me that I could jerk off if I wanted, that my horniness would only make the pictures hotter. I was feeling groggy from one too many pain pills, and let him unbutton my fly and fish out my cock. Mitch knelt in front of me and shoved my pants down to my knees. As he stood up, he whispered to me that he didn't have a sexual relationship with Carl since he got POZZED, but they often got together with other “mixed” couples to fool around. I started to wonder if Mitch had planned this all along. Mitch got back to his camera, zooming in on Carl sitting down and aiming his hard cock straight up. My boyfriend straddled him, facing us, and the camera, and lowered himself down so that his ass was perched right above Carl's wrapped POZ cock. Mitch was springing sizable wood in his shorts and shucked them off. His cock was springing around right at my eye level as I watched his POZ boyfriend's cock teasing my boyfriend's hole. “How about just the tip,” my boyfriend asked as he forced Carl's rubbered-up mushroom head into his asscheeks. Mitch and I nodded in approval. I realized that my boyfriend had no idea that the dick about to invade his hole was carrying toxic seed, even if it was bagged up. Mitch started to wank as my boyfriend sank lower and lower. First two inches, then four, then six. When he was balls deep, my boyfriend raised himself up. He was relatively composed for having just mounted a thick rubbered-up tool with no lube except for his own ass juices. “Got any lube?,” he asked as he raised up off of Carl's sheathed cock. Mitch said that he didn't, as he had planned on a few intimate poses, not actual ass-fucking. My boyfriend shrugged and pulled Carl's condom off. Before I could react, he had sunk all the way back down onto Carl's bare POZ cock. In one move, we had gone from monogamous to him taking bare cock, POZ bare cock. Mitch told him to hold that pose and react like he was getting fucked bareback. My boyfriend threw back his head and started moaning. Mitch directed him to pull halfway off of Carl's dick so it would look like a fucking action shot. My boyfriend gladly obliged and slid upwards about four inches. Carl wrapped his hands around my boyfriend's hips, helping to hold him still as his knees started quivering. Carl nuzzled his neck and started kissing his shoulder. They held the pose for a few moments, “YES!,” Mitch shouted. “This is what I'm after! Now, Carl, keep kissing him, and lower him down so it looks like you're about to cum in his hole!” Carl raised his hips as my boyfriend lowered himself down, now full to the hilt with bare POZ cock. Carl wrapped his hand around my boyfriend's hard cock as he swiveled his hips a bit. They weren't “fucking” exactly, but I could tell that his cock was moving around in my boyfriend's hole. I was dry-mouthed and the room was full of the sound of camera clicks and deep breathing. Mitch was fisting his hard-on with his left hand while firing the camera with his right. “Got what I need, boys! I think we're done with the shoot.” My boyfriend looked right at me as if to say, “Really? This was just getting good!” And he started to pull off. Carl tightened his grip on my boyfriend's waist and held him still. “Mitch might be finished, but I'm not! He won't let me fuck him anymore. Won't you help me out? Your bare tight ass has gotten me so close...” My boyfriend pulled off of Carl's dick and I was relieved to know that he wouldn't be headed home with an asshole dripping POZ cum. Imagine my surprise when he swiveled around so he was facing Carl and sat right down on his cock again. “Lighten up,” my boyfriend said. “You want to fool around with Mitch, don't you? Well, now is your chance!” I knew he had a point, but I also knew that Carl was POZ and he didn't! I was dumbfounded, partially by the painkillers, and partially by the live sex show happening a few feet away from me. Mitch wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock, smearing my precum all over and then fingered some into his ass. He lowered himself onto my dick, facing away from me, watching the scene too. His muscular jock ass felt so good as it wrapped around my cock. Mitch was groaning and talking really dirty, “You gonna breed my ass? Gonna give me your load, you sick fucker? You filthy pig. Gonna seed me good???” That really got me going, and with the hot scene playing out in front of us, he must have fucked himself on my cock for no more than two or three minutes before I fired off into his ass. “Yeah. Give me that load! Breed me good! Fuck yeah!!!!!” Carl looked right at me. “My turn now. You seed my man, I seed your's!” He maintained eye contact with me as he thrust over and over into my boyfriend's bare ass, shooting his toxic cum deep into my boyfriend's bare unprotected ass. Without moving Mitch's ass one bit, I felt my cock spasm as I shot another load deep into Mitch's guts. Mitch and my boyfriend pulled off of our cocks and started kissing. Carl kissed me and wiped his cummy cock off with his hand. He spun me around and wiped some of his POZ seed onto and into my hole. Mitch got to his knees and licked his lover's load out of my ass and then moved onto my boyfriend's ass, licking out as much as possible. When he had a good mouthful of POZ seed, he positioned me on elbows next to my boyfriend. He went from hole to hole working that seed into both of our asses. I wondered what the chances of both of us getting POZZED from Carl's seed being forced into our asses. What Mitch didn't tell me until later when we were getting dressed was that he set the camera on auto mode and had kept it focused on the whole scene when he stopped shooting. It took a photo every five seconds until my boyfriend and I both had asses dripping full of POZ cum. A few weeks later, I ran into Mitch at the gym. He had a disc of all of the photos and asked how me and my boyfriend were doing. Truth be told, my boyfriend had been hornier than ever and then suddenly came down with a really nasty cold. It didn't dawn on me until that very moment that my boyfriend's cold might be the fuck flu. If so, we had one helluva sexy time POZZING him and I was sort of glad it was all captured on film. My boyfriend and I got tested and were frankly shocked when the results came back neg. Turns out he just had the flu. I phoned Mitch to tell him and he told me not to worry... Ending A: Mitch went on to say that he was starting a new series inspired by our shoot. NEG guys knowingly or un-knowingly taking raw POZ cum. He said he'd love to have us as models before and after our conversions if we were game. He also said that he was taking Carl's POZ loads regularly now and photographing every time they fucked so that he would be sure to capture it on film when he finally did convert. Ending B: Mitch went on to confess that the whole thing was part of his art project. Carl was in fact still NEG, even if he was a bit of a chaser. The biohaz tattoo was only temporary and Mitch was fascinated by how many couples were willing to fool around with him. He had fucked girls, guys, and trans holes and never pulled out. No one had asked him to. He knew that one day Carl really would be POZ and that tattoo would be real, and he would be photographing every time they fucked so that he would be sure to capture it on film when he finally did convert. __________ Nothing would please me more than to see some of you guys take this story and run with it. I leave it in someone else's hand to see what happens to this storyline...
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