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  1. It began, as so many encounters do, online. I had been asked to travel for work to another city in my state. It isn't very far from my own city - about an hour - but traffic sucks and the drive can be a nightmare. My boss was open to footing the bill, so I figured I would take advantage of having a free hotel room for a few nights. About a week ahead of time I went on BBRT and set up a local party in the new city (I did the same on Sniffies and specified that condoms would not be allowed). Now, as a big chubby guy I accept that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I also know that not everyone on BBRT looks at the local parties list. So, a few days before my trip I began browsing all the guys at my destination. I had three criteria: they had to be a top (or versatile top), they had to include chubs in their "into" list, and they had to have been online in the past week. I craft a message to let them know I'm coming to town and hosting, then I send that note as a canned message to everyone who meets my criteria. Over the years I've reached out to dozens - hundreds - of guys. Percentage-wise my hit rate is barely into the double digits, if that. But it doesn't take a whole lot of time, and every additional guy I can get to come out is an additional load for my hungry holes. Naturally, I took the same approach while getting ready for this trip. Scrolling through page after page I would Oink and then send the canned message to every top who was into chubs and had been online in the past week. I sent messages to negative guys, and negative guys on PrEP, and undetectable guys. I don't discriminate against anyone who wants to pump a load into my hole. Then I came across his profile: A big, gorgeous cock front and center in his profile pic. So I looked inside. Was he a top? Yes. Was he into chubs? Yes! Had he been online in the past week? Why, he was online right now! Without another thought I hit the Oink button. And that's when I saw it: He had set 'Your status' to 'Don't Care' and his own status simply said 'Positive'. I felt my hole twitch involuntarily and my cock got slightly hard as I read the words. My brain froze momentarily as I wrestled with whether to send him a message. My profile says that I'm negative and on PrEP, but I lied. Negative yes, but PrEP? Never! Before I had a chance to decide, my messages lit up. It was him! He thanked me for the oink and told me that I had just the kind of ass he loved to breed. My hole twitched again and my cock got a little harder. As it turned out, he lived further from my destination than he did from my own city. He had chosen the other city as home because he frequented it for work. I'm in a situation where I am caring for my elderly father in my home, so no way can I host. But this guy could. He was checking all my boxes but that one word in his profile made me hesitate for some reason - even though I was obviously turned on by it! I explained to him that I was going to be traveling on business, figuring that might give me an out and let me delay long enough to get comfortable with the idea of meeting him - and being bred by him. And, as it turned out, he did not have plans to be in my destination city while I was staying there. Just as I thought I might be off the hook, he hit me with, "Come over tonight." My breath caught in my throat. My cock was at full attention now. But my father - I couldn't leave him alone. Before I even realized what I was doing, I had texted my home healthcare worker to see if he was free for the evening. He was. I had to have that gorgeous cock inside me regardless of his status! But there was no denying it. My hole thirsted for his poz load as much as it hungered for his cock. So, finally I messaged back. "Tonight works. What time?" We agreed that I would get to his house around 7 o'clock. It was about a 45-minute drive and I had an hour and a half. Perfect. I started by slamming a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. Without it I might not even have gotten into the shower! I went into my room and closed the door. Taking my brown bottle from my nightstand drawer, I took two mighty huffs. My head spun and I had to steady myself for a moment, but at least now I had the nerve to get ready. In the blink of an eye I was showered, cleaned out, and dressed. The home healthcare worker arrived right on time, and at 6:15 I left the house - to get knocked up. The realization crashed over me like a tsunami and I had to steady myself for a moment against the car. I pulled a small flask from my jacket pocket and took a hit. Not enough to impair my driving, to be sure. It was such a small sip that the effect may have been more a placebo than anything. But it worked, and in a few short minutes I had left my driveway and pointed my car toward his place. I arrived in his driveway at the stroke of 7:00. I took another swig from my flask and hit the brown bottle a few more times before I stepped out and walked up to his door. The guy who answered was good-looking, tall and blond with a clean-shaven face. I guessed him to be in his mid-40s. He wore grey gym shorts and a t-shirt. "Come on in," he said with a grin. Nervously I stepped through the door and he closed it behind me. No sooner had it latched than he leaned in and kissed me. "Nervous, I see," he said. He had either smelled or tasted the alcohol on my breath. "Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. "I don't blame you," he responded. "But you're on PrEP, so the chances of you getting it are pretty low." If only he knew, I thought. Then, out loud, I asked him, "Where to?" "Follow me," he replied, and led me to a bedroom at the back of the house. There was a TV mounted on the wall and on it a video of guys fucking bareback. The top had a biohazard symbol tattooed on his hip. Below the TV was a low dresser. On it were various toys, bottles of lube, and little brown bottles too. I spied my all-time favorite, which I could never find in the stores I went to. I immediately picked it up and took a long huff. "Better?" he asked with a chuckle. A wave of relaxation washed over me. "Oh yeah." I replied. To show him just how much better, I took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. "A man of action," he said, grinning. "My kinda guy." With that he peeled off his t-shirt before dropping his shorts to the floor. He was commando underneath and his beautiful cock sprang upward, standing at attention as he straightened. I was transfixed. As best I could judge he was almost 9 inches long and very thick - maybe 6 inches around. It was a rare occasion that I took something that large, though I was confident I could handle it. With some more hits from the little brown bottle, of course. I dropped my own pants - I was also commando underneath - and dropped to my knees. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and flicked at the underside with my tongue. He moaned quietly as a drop of precum dribbled onto my tongue. Encouraged, I took another hit from the brown bottle with his tip still in my mouth. As the effects kicked in I slid my head down his shaft toward his stomach, until I had engulfed his entire length with my throat. Alas, his thickness prevented me from being able to tickle his balls with my tongue the way I like. "Fuck!" he muttered. He obviously approved of my oral talents. I slid my throat back and forth for a few moments until I could no longer breathe. I moved backward and his saliva-covered cock sprung free. Without a word he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me from the floor. "This is gonna happen quick," he growled. He pushed me onto the bed, placing my now cock-starved hole at just the right height. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser behind him, he squeezed a drop into his hand and massaged it onto my pucker, slipping two fingers inside for good measure. He worked them in and out a few times, opening me up for the assault I was about to undergo. The tip of his cock pressed on my finger. Well-lubed with liquor and poppers and - well, lube - it opened greedily to admit him. With one fluid motion he slid easily inside me until he was buried to the hilt. I could not recall in that moment the last time my ass was so full of cock. I loved it! Hearing no objections from me, he placed my calves on his pecs, grabbed my legs and began pounding. He held nothing back. "I've wanted this ass since the moment I laid eyes on it," he snarled as he impaled me over and over. In between grunts of pleasure I managed to reply, "I can say the same about that cock." He lasted considerably longer than I expected. Not that I was complaining - I'd have gladly lay like that all night while he stretched my hole over and over. But alas, at last his thrusts eased and he looked me in the eyes. "Where do you want my load?" he asked. My head was swimming. I had been overcome with lust. There was only one answer - the natural answer. "Cum in my ass!" I moaned. His massive cock began twerking inside my hole as it spilled a huge load of cum deep in my guts. Instinctively I squeezed tight around him so I could feel the pulses better, but also ensure that hot, toxic load stayed inside me when he finally slipped out. And slip out he did. But he wasn't done with me. He walked around to the side of the bed and motioned to his still-erect cock. "Clean it off," he ordered. I was in no state of mind to refuse - not that I ever refuse when a top wants to go from my ass to my mouth - so I leaned over and took that glorious shaft balls-deep in my mouth again. My tongue slithered around it, making sure to completely clean it of all the ass juices, lube and cum that had accumulated. At last he stepped back and withdrew from my mouth. "That - was - amazing," he panted. "Fuck yeah it was," I replied with a grin. Any nerves I had felt about his status before had melted away. His toxic load was now brewing deep inside me. "Stay the night?" he asked. "I can go a few more rounds with a little break in between." I looked at the clock. Not quite a half hour had elapsed since I walked through his door, and already I was incubating his DNA. "I have some time," I said. He climbed on the bed and we cuddled as we watched the porn on the TV. Poz top after poz top bred bottom after bottom. Most of the bottoms begged for it, and the tops were equally verbal. The dialog was a huge turn-on for me, and I was about to reach for his stiffening cock when he said, "Roll over." I did as I was told, rolling over onto my stomach to expose my freshly fucked - and pozzed - hole. In a flash he was balls-deep inside me again, piledriving me into the mattress. At this angle his cock hit my prostate just right, and I felt the precum running from my own cock as his relentlessly pounded my hole. Taking a cue from the movie I moaned, "Fuck yeah! Give me that poz load!" "You want my toxic cum in your slutty hole?" he responded. "Fuck yeah, give it to me!" My little experiment worked. Soon his cock stiffened inside my ass and once again I felt the telltale pulses that told me I was taking another poz load from him. He let out a gasp as he collapsed on my back. We lay like that for a while before he rolled off of me and onto his back on the bed beside me. Needing no instruction this time I slid down and took his softening cock in my mouth, once again giving it a thorough cleaning. By now another hour had elapsed. I needed to get home to relieve the healthcare worker. I slid off the bed, careful not to let any of his precious seed drip from my hole. As he watched me, he said, "Take one of the plugs from the dresser. Keep my DNA in you all night. You can return it when you come back for Round 2 tomorrow." I think I surprised him when I selected one of the larger ones and slid it easily into my cum-filled hole. I got dressed and he saw me to the door. "Same time tomorrow," he said. "We've started you down the path, gotta make sure it sticks." I tentatively agreed - after all, my availability depended on the home healthcare worker - said good-bye and made the long drive home. The plug shifted inside my ass each time I made a turn or drove over a bump. By the time I got home it was all I could do not to rush my father's sitter out the door so I could go into my bathroom and jerk off. Wouldn't you know, the home healthcare worker was available the next night! I hurriedly packed for my trip after work and once again headed over to take more toxic cum. Another seventeen guys took their turns in my holes over the next few nights - my best showing of any business trip - and not one had any inkling that I had been taking poz loads for two days before I arrived. I visited my new friend several more times over the following weeks, and each time he bred me two or three times before sending me home. I just got back from the doctor and he will be happy to hear that it did 'stick', to use his words. I am now part of the brotherhood.
  2. It finally happened. I was perusing Grindr yesterday when I got a message from a blank profile. Don't you fucking hate those? Normally I ignore them or, if I'm particularly horny, I'll demand a dick pic to see if I want to keep chatting. But this one was different. The first chat message I received was, "2 tops here". WELL. That changes things. I decided to explore to see if they were for real, and if so to see if they could host. Hosting is difficult for me these days and that's usually where things go south - the top contacting me hasn't bothered reading my profile, so we get all the way up to arranging a meeting only to have him say he can't host. And my favorite is when he also can't travel! I like to engage guys early on with two provocative pics. First I send a picture of a raw cock in my ass from above. Then I send a shot of my ass with cum leaking from my hole. If the top is not into either of those I know I'll be wasting my time chatting with him further. In return I received two pics - one of a big black dick, ramrod straight without any discernable curve to the shaft. It was cut and had been slicked-up for the pic. It looked delicious! The other pic was of an even larger white cock, also cut with a nice upward curve. I began salivating immediately. After liking both pics I typed, "Raw only is that cool?" "Yeah," came the response. Then, "You poz?" I'm not, and I'm never sure how to answer that particular question. Some guys are looking for others who are poz. Others want to avoid playing with guys who are poz. So, I hedged my bet and responded with, "No, not yet." I waited breathlessly for the response. Would they block me? Go silent? In fact he did neither. Instead, his response was, "You wanna be?" Another potential trap. If I came right out and said 'yes' or 'no' it could be the opposite of what he wanted to hear. So again I hedged. "I don't refuse loads," I replied. A little flame appeared in the top corner of my message. He liked it! So, curious to find out who I was chatting with, I messaged him back. "You guys poz?" I asked. The picture of the beautiful black dick appeared again along with the message, "He is." That was all I needed. My hole twitched involuntarily and I felt a few butterflies in my stomach as I began to type my response. But before I could finish he added, "Come by." It was the middle of the afternoon and I was working from home. I quickly checked my calendar. It was wide open. I deleted what I had been typing and simply asked, "Where and when?" "Now," he replied along with the address. I checked the clock. While I surf the apps regularly while I'm working from home, I don't usually get hits that pan out so I never clean out until I have something actually lined up. I messaged him that I would need an hour, hoping that wouldn't put him off. "We'll be here," came the response. The butterflies increased as I rushed into the bathroom to clean out. I found myself wondering about the guy I had messaged with. He said his friend was poz, but what about him? Did he take a turn first, to stretch the bottom's hole and pump a neg load in there for his friend to follow? Was he also poz? I didn't even know if the poz guy was undetectable or not. I didn't care. I needed those cocks inside me, regardless of their status. I finished douching and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, then stuck my feet in some flip flops. I wanted to be able to get naked as quickly as possible once I arrived! Grabbing my little brown bottle, I headed for the door. Once in the car I checked the time. I was going to be about 15 minutes early, so I sent him a message to let him know. "We're here," he responded. I was incredibly nervous the whole drive there. Thinking back on it I don't recall much of the drive itself. My mind may have been so preoccupied that I did it on autopilot. But I made it safely and pulled up in front of a large stately house on one of the nicest streets in town. I messaged from the car. "I'm here." "Come inside. Follow the music," he instructed. I was only too happy to obey! I took a quick huff from the brown bottle to steel my nerves, then walked up the walkway and through the front door. I found myself in a huge two-storey foyer. Stairs ran along both sides and met at a landing on the second floor. Below the landing and directly ahead of me was a set of double doors. They were closed but I could hear the thump! thump! thump! of a beat emanating from behind them. Next to the doors was a table, on which I found a blindfold and a note that simply red, "Put this on and knock." So, that's exactly what I did. I felt a slight change in air pressure and heard the creak of a hinge as the door opened. "Damn," I heard an appreciative voice say, "you're gonna be fun." He led me into the room and I heard the doors close behind me. He grabbed my chest from behind and ground his crotch against my ass. I could feel a large and very hard cock pressing on my cheeks through his pants. "Let's get him naked!" a second voice said. I was glad I had worn so little. I easily kicked off the flip-flops then felt a pair of hands pulling my t-shirt over my head. At the same time someone else unbuttoned my jeans and they fell to the floor. "You're on video," the first voice said. "We're gonna record all of this. Tell me why you're here." I was momentarily taken aback. He had not mentioned recording me when we had chatted. It was not something that occurred with great regularity and I was unsure how I felt about having this particular encounter on video, but the die had been cast. I was the fly and I was already firmly in their web. "To get fucked," I replied. "And get pozzed," he added, putting words in my mouth. "Yes," came my feeble reply. "You willingly accept that you're going to be fucked raw and have poz cum shot in your ass?" he asked. My cock stiffened a little at his words. "Yes." My voice was firmer this time. I heard the click of a plastic cap and two fingers applied lube to my crack, paying special attention to my hole. First one finger, then a second, slipped inside me to make sure I was greased up. I was led forward a few steps until my knees encountered what felt like a mattress. They spun me around and seated me on the edge of the bed then pushed me back. One guy grabbed me around the thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress - presumably to better position my hole - while the other pulled my arms above my head. Once I was in position, though, they didn't release their grips. I wondered why until I felt still more hands on me, this time shackling both my wrists and my ankles. What was going on? I tried to sit up but they easily held me in place. As soon as the shackles were on they hooked my wrists together, then connected a chain that pulled tight and immobilized my arms. Another chain was pulled across my midsection and drawn tight. It was not uncomfortable but it was secure enough that I knew there was no getting out of it. Then they bent my knees until they were nearly touching the mattress on either side of me and connected the shackles to the chain, holding my legs in the air and exposing my hole perfectly. It had all happened so quickly! I was confused and more than a little nervous, even a bit scared. But, I reminded myself, I had come to take a poz load, and they were making sure that happened. There was no going back now. Next a small mask was placed over my nose and strapped to my head. What was this for? I wondered. I resolved to breathe through my mouth but a faint, familiar scent told me what it was for: it was connected to a brown bottle so I could take hits whenever I wanted! This was definitely a moment where I needed that, so I inhaled mightily and held it ever so briefly before exhaling through my mouth. Then it began. There was no warning, no probing finger in my hole or cock stuck into my mouth first to get hard. A large cock simply slid past my sphincter and deep into my guts. Before I could even catch my breath he had bottomed out and began plowing mercilessly. Whoever this was, he put his hands on the backs of my thighs and drove me relentlessly into the mattress. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Besides that and his grunting, though, there were no sounds audible above the thump! thump! thump! of the music. At last he relaxed his grip and I felt the telltale pulses of his cock as he pumped his load into me. Was this the guy I had been chatting with? Was he lubing me up with negative cum so the poz guys could take their turns, or had I taken my first poz load? I had no way of knowing. His cock was replaced not by another but by a small, scratchy object. A toothbrush. They were roughing up my insides to make sure their strains took! It was exceedingly uncomfortable but only for about thirty seconds before it was withdrawn. A voice I had not heard before said, "Good. Nice and red." I lost count of the number of cocks that bred me that afternoon. Somewhere north of ten my brain went foggy thanks to the regular hits through the little nose mask. I had no idea how many guys were there. There could have been dozens, or there could have been a few who kept taking turns. All I know is that I was impaled by cock after cock and there was no way of knowing how much poz cum had made its way into my guts or which strains had begun working their way into my bloodstream. At last the assault on my poor stretched-out sphincter wound down and I could hear some of the guys getting dressed and leaving. I was left chained and blindfolded a while longer and when they finally released me, only the two guys I originally thought I was meeting were there. As I sat up I felt like I had been put through the wringer. Well, really I had been. I wanted to ask about what had happened, about how many guys had used me and how many poz loads were swimming around inside me, but I was just too groggy. Silently they helped me get dressed and on my feet, and I slipped back into my flip flops. They walked me to the door and the white guy simply said, "See you again soon," as he pushed me out onto the porch and closed the door. Dazed, I walked back to my car and sat there for a while until my head was clear enough to drive. I went home and fell onto my bed and into a deep sleep that lasted through the night. The whole experience felt like a dream, yet the dull throbbing of my abused hole tells me it happened. Now the waiting game begins.
  3. I needed money. After finishing high school, I tried to hold down a couple normal jobs, at fast food places and the like. It just wasn't for me though. I can't stand routine. So I looked into alternative ways to make money. Online searches pointed me in one clear direction; I should make an Onlyfans. I always had guys staring at me. I literally could not go to the mall alone without guys clearly staring at my chest, ass, and god forbid I sit down in a skirt. I knew there were tons of creeps who liked me, so why not make a quick buck off of them? I started innocent enough, only showing clothed pictures. They were mostly skin tight things, and soon I put up a few shots of bikinis. Guys were clambering to buy my pics, and soon they were messaging me too. I'd get things like 'FUCK you're sexy' or 'Jesus I want to pound you', and the most common 'How much can I pay to see that pussy?' I had told myself I wasn't going to post any nudes, as I didn't want my face to get out there, but some of these guys were offering $100 for each pic, and I was lucky to get five bucks off the bikini pics. I tried to tell them no, and instead go further into kinky texting with them, but that just made them want it further. I now had a couple dozen guys promising me cash for nudes. Eventually I decided 'fuck it, my family isn't going to see me anyway.' and I took put up some nudes. Within days, I had made thousands. More money than I'd had in my whole life. This was the beginning of an addiction. Over the next several months, I got good. I knew exactly what to say to make a guy cum. I had practice with all my guys fetishes, and I was starting to develop some of my own. Even when I was away from home I kept my phone on me. I'd be riding on the bus while 8 guys were texting me what they wanted to do to my body. I had gotten so used to it, I don't think I could have lived without it. I needed these guys constant affirmation, and also their denigration. Past that, I also needed their money. I had gotten used to being able to buy whatever I wanted, and I sure as shit wasn't going back to the life of a poor young woman. My life started to change after a single event in a lingerie store. I had started to frequent this place to find more outfits for my fans. As I was browsing, I noticed this guy had entered, and was staring straight at me. I kept browsing, pretending not to notice. It was extremely creepy, but I also like the attention. Have I mentioned how I need guys constantly fawning over me? A few seconds later I look back, and he's still staring. Good, let him stare. I decide to bend over to view something on a lower shelf, which not-so-subtly lifted up the back of my skirt. I turn my head slightly to see if he's watching, and he is... coming over. He is literally walking over to me. I stand up straight. I was used to guys staring at me, and they'd often cat call me, but an actual conversation? I had spent so long texting, I didn't even know if I could hold a conversation in real life. Even in the occasional videos I made, they were always one way, where I'd talk to the camera. I tried to go back to browsing, hoping he'd walk past; but no luck. He walked straight up to me. "It's me, Dan, we chat all the time online.' I recognized him now. Not from his face, I have no idea what his face looks like as he only ever sent dick pics, but I only texted a few guys named Dan, and only one was a ginger. I hadn't ever seen an actual fan in real life. I have dozens of hardcore big spenders; even with that, the country is big, what are the chances any of them would live near me? "Oh, Dan, nice to see you." "Hey, you know this place has a back, right? How about you and I go over and do all those things we always talk about?" Dan asked. This was a definite no for me. My big secret was that I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, ever. I had gotten kind of good at pretending to give blow jobs, as I often had to suck a dildo in videos for guys, but I hadn't actually ever done that before. Also, Dan was a little crusty, and old. I tried to let him down easy. "No Thanks, I tend to get the most enjoyment from sexting." Dan was indefatigable. He said "Oh I know what you mean. I never cum from in person encounters." "Never?" I asked, skeptically. "A guy like you must get a ton of girls," (this was a lie) "and I'm sure you cum for some of them." "Nope" Dan replied. "I bet even you couldn't make me cum in real life." I tried to get him to back down by stepping forward so my lips were only an inch away from his face, then grabbing his crotch area. I could feel his raging boner. "Nope, not even you." Dan said. This fucking liar. "fine, lets go." I yanked him by his collar in the direction of the backrooms. I had never been, and I was surprised at how incredibly disgusting it was. Everything looked oily, like it was covered in an almost imperceptibly thin layer of bodily fluid. Unfortunately for me, I fucking loved being near other peoples bodily fluids. I pulled Dan into a room, shut the door, and immediately pulled down his pants. I was normally the sub in these fantasies, but this guy had pissed me off AND made me horny. I needed this cum. I pulled a bottle of lube out of my purse, worked it through my hands, and started going to town. I was trying to do get him to cum with the least amount of effort, as I didn't want to lose my BJ virginity, or worse, on something like this. Dan said "oh yeah, that feels good. But I'm going to need more than that." he started to reach for my skirt, but no, he didn't deserve that yet. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit instead, then started passionately kissing his face. He smelt as bad as he looked, but I needed this man to cum. His breathing started getting louder and louder for a bit, but then it started coming down again. Fuck, I was losing him. I decided I had no choice now. I knelt down on the ground, grasped his prick with both hands (guys like it when it seems like you're struggling with the size of their member) and I started sucking. It was slow at first, only managing to get the head into my mouth, but as I got used to the taste I started pushing it further down my throat. After a few minutes, I had worked the whole thing in and I was starting to make the motions; up and down, while sucking and using my tongue liberally. Dan put one hand on the back of my head, holding me down. I could barely breathe, but I was so turned on by his dominance finally coming out. With my head so low though, I was at an odd angle to keep kneeling, so I had to stand my feet up and lean over to get a better angle. When I did so, Dan's other hand came in, grabbed me by a leg, and pulled my ass to him. He then reached his hand under my skirt and started feeling around my panties. "Fuck your wet." Dan said. 'Fuck me' I thought he's found my secret. "If you don't make me cum with your lips, you know what we'll have to use next?" He said, as he slid on finger under my panties. Fuck. I did not want to lose my virginity here. I started sucking faster, giving all my tongue and my hands into this blowjob. Dan stuck his second finger under my panties and started fingering my pussy. I let out a loud moan as he did. Without meaning, his prick somehow slipped even further into my throat so I was full-on deepthroating him. I couldn't even breath as he is rapidly sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while his other hand is still slamming me down on his cock. Finally, I feel him expand. I know what that means. I let out a moan of ecstasy as he explodes in my mouth. I relish ever drop of that delicious, salty victory. "God damn. That was so fucking hot." Dan said, sliding back in his seat. He looked dead from the experience. I stand up, satisfied in myself, though also extremely horny. I can satisfy myself though, as normal. I move to leave, and I notice Dan's bag by the door. It was positioned on the only other chair, and oddly, his phone seemed to be popping out of the top. I look behind me; Dan literally looks like he passed out. I decide to take a peak and I pull out his phone. As I turn it around, I realize the camera is on. This mother fucker was recording the whole thing. What the fuck?!? Well fuck him if he thinks he can record me for his own profit. I quickly send the video to me, then delete it from his phone and leave. On the ride home, I find a spot in the back of the bus and watch the video. It is so fucking hot. I could barely keep from masturbating right there on the bus. Somehow, I make it home and do my business. Afterwards, I get to thinking though, this is high quality content. People routinely paid for videos where I was only masturbating, but where I actually gave a BJ? This could be worth a shit ton. I told some of my regulars the whole story and asked what the video was worth. From their replies, I gathered that it was worth a freaking lot. I set the price at $1,000, and within an hour I had a cool extra $30k in my bank. Just to be clear, that is $30,000. Like, I've earned more than that overall, but it normally took at least a few weeks to get that much. In one night? It was insanity. And more than that, one topic kept coming back from my regulars. They loved the blow job, but they really loved the whole idea of it. This guy, fighting not to cum, and if he can actually manage, he gets further with me? Even if I don't want them to get further/ It was hot. Guys loved it. Guys were willing to pay more for it. That started my next big plan. I gave my city (which I won't give here) and I told guys to send a pic and sign up if they wanted to take a chance. It wasn't prostitution, because I wasn't charging them; I was going to make money off the video sales. Obviously, many, many guys signed up. A lot of them sent pics, and most of these guys actually looked like of hot. Like they were fit, toned, and they probably thought that was what I was looking for. Unfortunately for them, I figured that good looking guys are probably also more experienced and therefore, can last much longer. I was afraid if they lasted too long, I might have to do something I didn't want to do. Something risky. So I was looking for the least attractive. The ones that were crusty and maybe old too. It helped that I had a huge fetish for nasty men. After looking through the pics of the uglier ones, I decided on this one guy. He was black, a little older, and he looked extremely thin. Like you could see way too many of his bones. He also seemed to have a few of these weird little black marks on his body. He would do nicely. I sent him a message, and we settled on a date and decided to do it in this dank motel nearby. I realized this could be putting myself in a bad situation though, as it is even less public than the lingerie store; if he tried to force me to do things, I didn't think I could stop him. I figured out how to get around this though; instead of making the video, then selling it later, I would make it a live stream. That way, if he tried to assault me against my will, my fans could call someone to help. The day of the event was only a few days later. I got there early, to set up. I opened my live stream to look at ticket sales. I had a good 30 people watching, each for $1,000 each! God I love money. I felt kind of bad though, as I was probably going to make this guy cum in 30 seconds. It wouldn't be nearly as good as the last one. I didn't have long to ponder this, as the guy finally showed up. I asked his name, but he said I should just call him 'Tim', and he made it seem like that wasn't his real name. He had this thick accent, so I assumed he was from somewhere in Africa. I asked "Okay, Tim, would you like get down to business?" Tim said "First, you sure you can make me cum?" "You like girls?" I reply "Yes." "Then Yes, I can make you cum." I said. "And that will be quickly, yes? Before we get to the sex? I do not want to put my babies in you." This was an odd line of questioning, but I answered "Don't worry, while I'm not on birth control, I assure you it won't get that far." I had brought condoms anyway, just in case it did of course. "Oh good, but birth control wouldn't protect me from all my babies anyway." I tilted my head at him, confused. He leaned forward to clarify: "You see, I have AIDS." I stood up abruptly. I was trying to think of a reply, of a way to get out of this, but I couldn't think quickly enough. He just looked at me and said "You said you would make me cum. You promised, even. Since you can't get my disease from a hand-job, why not try that? Surely there is no harm in it?" I looked at the laptop, behind which were dozens of guys who had paid to watch this, and to whom I would have to refund if I didn't go through with it. I decided fine, I would give him a hand job, as that was safe, then I'd be done with it. I motioned him to the bed. I was wearing a loose pink skirt with a tight pink top that accentuated by breasts. Tim took off his pants and underwear, then laid on the bed next to me. I got out a bit of lube and started stroking his dick. It was surprisingly large for such a thin man, and I started using two hands to get it all. After a few minutes of stroking, Tim reached over and started fondling my breasts. He was still outside the shirt, but when he tried to go in I swatted his hand away. He said "Come on, you want me to come faster or not?" which was sound logic, so I moved my hand back to his prick and he reached inside my shirt. Within seconds he was groping my tits. He had this way of moving his finger around my nipple that actually seemed, stimulating? I moaned a little. It was at that moment that I had a realization: I was incredibly horny. I thought it was fear before, and it was, but that fear had collected itself and somehow moved directly into my pussy which was SOPPING wet. I started getting more into the hand job, actually enjoying it now. "Come on, suck it." Tim said. But I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to risk any of his toxic cum in my body, even my mouth. "No." I said "You can make due with this." "Well at least get closer, so you can use more strength." he said, as he pushed my body closer to his dick. As I was looking at it, I knew, I really, really, wanted to suck on it.. But I wasn't stupid, so I didn't. I did get close to it though, to better worship it's glory. As I did so, I inadvertently moved my pussy closer to his face. He saw the opportunity for what it was, and with one hand he grabbed my skirt and he used the other to reach in and move my panties to the side. Within about a second he had several fingers ramming into my pussy as I hunched over his dick. He was not being gentle about it either. It felt like he was cutting my insides, but that made me even hornierrrrrrr. Fuck it, it turns out I am stupid. I thought as I leaned forward and shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I will make this man cum if it is the last thing I do. He kept up the frantic pace with his fingers in my pussy as I kept my tongue and lips working up and down his massive shaft. He was moaning a little, but not as much as he should be. "Come on, why don't we take this further?" he asked. Was this guy crazy? No way was I taking it further. Technically this wasn't even fully safe. Vaginal would be suicide. I didn't reply, I just kept sucking, hoping he'd get there. Instead, he tightened one hand around my leg and used his other to start pulling my panties down my leg. I tried to close my legs, but it was far too late, I was too thin, and they came down easily. God damn it I thought. He better not try to stick it in. I was still on top of him though, so he couldn't easily do that from this position. I decided to keep my mouth on his prick for as long as it took, to make sure he didn't try putting it in other holes. As I was thinking that, he leaned forward and started pulling up my shirt, easing my arms through. When he tried to pull it over my head, it got stuck, as I was still trying to suck him off. I realized the problem though, and decided to stop for the second it took for him to get my shirt around my head. As I stopped sucking though, he pulled my shirt over my head, then grabbed my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight, but he was strong and I was weak willed. I thought about yelling out the name of the motel we were at, so the viewers could send help, but fuck he was a good kisser. He moved one hand to massage my breasts, then he moved the other to start massaging my ass, before making it's way to my pussy again. By this point, we were sitting on the bed in a puddle of my making. He stops kissing me and moves his lips onto my neck, where he starts sucking. I go to do the same, but notice those black marks from before. He stopped sucking to say 'I hope you are not off put by my affliction. It is from my AIDS." He reminded me of it so casually, but I had already started viewing it differently. It was dangerous, but it was hot. I still tried to push him away, but he said "hey, hey now. You want me to cum? You know what really makes me cum?" I stop fighting and look at him. "Eating your flower." The way he said flower was 50% sweet, 50% creepy, and 200% hot. I figured that was safe, and apparently it would make him cum, so I accepted. I laid back and spread my legs. He moved his head between my legs and while making eye contact, started his tongue around my pussy lips. He was too good. Not good at hitting the right spots; he was an expert at not hitting the right spots. He spent several minutes circling around, refusing to enter or to touch my clit. I tried moving my body in a way so his tongue hit my G Spots, but he moved his tongue away, intentionally keeping me in suspense. "Please..." I begged "Oh, you see, now you know what it is to have Blue Balls." I finally realized he had done this on purpose. Brought me to the edge, so I couldn't think straight, but he refused to go over. He kept moving his head near my pussy, and I was following his mouth with my hips, trying to give him the right angle so he could dive his tongue back in, but he didn't. Instead, he slowly crawled up to meet my lips with his own. He kissed me and started stroking my hair. At this point i noticed two things: First, his mouth seemed to have blood in it. Was that from me? Second. his dick was now only inches away from my pussy. He said "You know, there is a way we can cure both our blue balls..." "I don't want AIDS. Or any babies. Please?" "Don't condoms protect against all babies?" I figured that was true. They aren't perfect protection, but also, FUCK. I NEED THAT DICK. I reached behind the bed and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it and put it on, then slid inside of me. My GOD did it feel good. I had never felt anything besides a dildo and that had nothing on the real deal. I started moaning loudly. I was so ready to cum. After he was in, and I was moaning like a cat in heat, I expected him to pick up the pace and start railing me, but he didn't. He started extremely slow. At first, I thought this was a sweet thing, to make sure I was ready, but after a significant period of time, he still hadn't picked up pace. I started trying to pull him up and fuck me faster. I tried to move my body down to increase the friction, but he wouldn't budge; and he kept me still. He said "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes" I begged. "Well there is one other thing that would help." "Anything, as long as you keep the condom on." I replied. "Okay, well I have a fetish. I like to be in control. Complete control." He got off me, and I felt a void as his dick left my pussy. He reached down into his bag, and he brought out a couple pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. "No." I said, flatly. "I'm not stupid." "Oh okay, well that is good for you. I'll just leave them here in case you change your mind." Tim said, as he placed them next to me on the bed. He then got on top of me again, and slowly started teasing his dick into my hole. I started moaning ravenously, edging him onwards. I needed him to enter me now. All of him. I started begging "please. please. fuck me." "Oh, you want me to fuck you, well first, lets try these." He picked up the blindfolds had placed beside me and he moved to place them over my head. I didn't stop him. I could always take them off if I needed. As soon as they were on, the world went dark, and he finally fully entered me. Oh god he entered me. I felt his dick hitting spots I didn't know I had. He started slow at first, but started getting a little faster. As he did, I started moaning harder and harder; I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. I couldn't see or hear anything outside of this orgasmic lust as he started hammering me. Then I hear a click and I feel something close around my wrists. I move to remove the blindfold, but whatever is holding my wrists is too strong and my hands are pulled to the side of the headboard. I realize too late they're his handcuffs, and my hands are firmly trapped on either side of me. I yell out the motel name, and ask someone to come get me. Tim says "I don't know if that was a good idea..." he then pokes his penis back inside me. "besides which, I don't think it will matter at this point." His penis feels AMAZING. Like, it had felt good before, but now I can feel it's heat, I can feel my skin vibrate with the friction as he comes in and out. I start moaning, but then I realize why; he wasn't wearing a condom. "Wait," I gasp, breathless from the pleasure. "Please... condom..." "No." Tim replied. "It's far too late for that. You're a slut forever now." Tim finally picked up his pace as he started hammering my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but it was of no use, I was too weak and far too wet. I started screaming in pleasure. I could feel an orgasm coming. He started choking me. He said "No bitch, you don't cum until I do." but that just drove me crazy. He went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I begged one last time "Please don't give me AIDS!" but his breath was ragged now. Between grunts he said "Oh no bitch, I've got a crazy high viral load, and your insides are all torn up. You're a goner for sure." At that, my body went into a wild orgasm. I started screaming in pleasure. Tim went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I felt it expand, then Time left out a huge moan as he exploded inside me. I felt squirt after squirt of his poisonous cum coating my insides. I couldn't say anything for at least another 30 seconds though, as I was waiting for my own orgasm to subside. Finally, Tim pulled out of me and crawled off. When he did, all I felt was the emptiness. Fuck, did I want him back already? As if on command, I felt him return. "Hey baby." He said, except, there was no accent now. I couldn't tell before because of the blindfold, but this wasn't Tim. I panicked and tried to get out again, but this time I heard Tim's voice to the side. He said "I told you, you shouldn't have told them the name of the motel. Now they will show up and expect a turn. You did not really think they cared about your safety, did you/" The new guy already had his prick out and slid it into me, bare. "Nah bitch, I told you over text, you're a cock sleeve. Now you finally learn your place." The new guy started fucking me like Tim, hard and fast. After only a few minutes, he came inside me. Within seconds, someone else had taken his place. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was supposed to be safe? And now I had some 30 guys cumming in me in one night? I was almost certainly pregnant, with HIV, and some number of other STD's. Dear God, what have I done? At some point in the night I passed out. The next morning, I woke up and realized my hands were free. I pulled off the blindfold, but everyone had left. My laptop was still recording the live stream. I could see myself on the screen approaching it. I was covered in semen and blood. I closed the stream and considered what to do next. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was orgasmic, painful, terrifying, and somehow, I wanted it to happen again? I didn't know how to feel. I didn't get a chance either. Two days later, my mother called. One of my 'regulars' had sent my whole family the video. I hung up. I don't know what to think of that. A couple weeks later, I got the worst flu of my life. I then tested positive for HIV, and several other things. The night had probably ruined my life, but god was it fun, maybe even, freeing?
  4. [Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.
  5. Last weekend I went to a friend's wedding. It was a fairly small wedding and was starting to wind down. Meanwhile there was another wedding in the hotel at the same time which, as I was getting ready to leave, was still going strong. In fact the other wedding was getting really drunk and loud. While I was in the men's room two partiers in their mid twenties came in, one of whom was the groom, who was being assisted by the other guy, his best man. Both men were somewhat drunk, and the best man thought the groom was going to throw-up, so I assisted the best man get the groom into a stall. No sooner was the groom settled than the best man passed out, but I managed to get him into the next stall. I went back to check on the groom who was passing out and coming back around, and found myself kissing him. I think he thought I was his bride because he kept cooing "Michelle." I managed to get him bent over the toilet inside the stall and worked his pants down. He liked getting rimmed (don't they all? lol)! Once he was really wet and loosened up, I thought I could get my raging hard dick in. He was still really tight and and he surfaced a bit and yelped as I started sliding my dick in him. Someone came in right after that, but luckily he passed out as the door was opening so whoever came in didn't hear him. His ass was super tight and had obviously never had a dick in it before. I love marking virgin territory. He came back around and passed out again several times while I was fucking his sweet ass, and he seemed to start liking it in those fleeting moments. That tight ass was hot to fuck; it felt incredible wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately it felt so good I didn't last long. As short as it was, I thoroughly enjoyed leaving him a big creamy gift! After I put myself back together and left the stall, I noticed the best man was still passed out in the next stall. I was tempted to treat the best man to my special gift as well, but knowing I got a twofer by doing the groom and indirectly the new bride, I decided not to risk getting caught. Memories of that tight groom ass wrapped around my cock and the pleasure of blowing my load deep in his gut have been jack off material every day since.
  6. My dick was hard and I needed a hole to fuck. Douglas and I had been friends since college days. Doug was about my age of thirty-four and weighed about two hundred on his just under six foot frame. His swarthy good looks accented by his black straight shoulder length hair gave him charm and many dates. He came out half a decade after I did. I scored my first male piece of ass in the form of fifty year old David when I was eighteen and he had scored with someone our ages five years later. I was cut out to be a Top but he was versatile, equally satisfied whether taking the meat of bears and other masculine men or putting his meat to the effeminate fellas. I had weighed over two hundred but after having been pozzed my weight had dropped fifty pounds in a few years but was stablized by a high calorie special diet and my meds kind of halted my decline. I had wavy brown hair almost collar length and wore glasses. I had been biting my nails since I was eighteen although I had neglected them and other things for a short while after finding out that I was pozz, until my depression had passed and I was able to get back in the swing of things. Keeping my fingernails short to the nubs not only made for improved masturbation but also saved the hips of the assholes I fucked and the ears of the cocksuckers I face-fucked. We had kind of reunited at our new jobs working at a junkyard. He was glad to see me and then asked me about my weight loss and looks. I came out with it and told him about how I may have caught the bug. He said he was still neg. I told him I was happy for him. It was a slow day one summer day when he asked to suck me off. "Arent you afraid I'll infect you?" I asked him. "I heard it's alot harder to catch it from oral than anal and I want your meat in me." he begged. I capitulated, partly because I hadnt scored someone in a while and because I missed the gay ol' times we had with me pumping my loads into him, although my nailbitten hand had been keeping my love-gun satisfied. We went into a small wooden shack that was the back mensroom, a facility with two toilet stalls, a trough urinal and a sink. In that shithouse Doug gave me a great blowjob and swallowed my deadly load. He then sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my balls. He blew me and drank my warm beer on tap every other day for almost a month as well as orally serviced my feet after we punched-out after work a few times. "Fuck me." he said one afternoon. "You dont want to get fucked by me." I replied, reminding him of my status. "But I do. I miss your meat in me, those wonderful times back then." he pleaded. "It's your funeral Doug. I warned him. "I still want to feel your masculine power drive it in me." he begged. I thought what the hell, I'd have a really nice orgasm like I just about always did when I knocked someone up. I had fucked poz guys many times but every time I pumped my deadly dirty load up a neg ass my dick went into extacy overdrive with how great I felt when I ejaculated in a "virgin" hole. We had no lube because I never carried any with me and he didnt either. The only soap in the place was the powdered hand soap in the dispenser over the sink so that was of no use for lube. We went into the shithouse and he dropped his pants. We both spat on my hand and I stood behind him, reached-around and jerked him off, catching his cum in my hand. He was as turned on by my hand as ever and came in a short five minutes. He had cummed when I fucked his ass in our younger days. Once he finished cumming in my hand I dropped my pants and he sucked on my semi-flaccid dick bringing it to full hardness and left it wet with his spit when he took his mouth off it. We then spat in my hand adding our spit to his cum. I then smeared the mixture of spit and cum on my dick and he bent-over and grabbed his ankles. I spat on his hole and then put my slimy dick to it. I grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up him, instantly hilting it, my balls swinging against his. He barely flinched, having been fucked hundreds of times. I could feel the warmth of his asshole embracing my dick as well as his excitement at getting fucked by one of his favorite studs. I felt my own excitement at the prospect of pozzing my friend. I began to fuck him, taking full strokes, enjoying how his hole enveloped my dick like a glove. I held his hips to steady us as I fucked him, my dick feeling its power, feeling its oats, as I piston-thrust in his still-neg ass. I knew my larger than average dick was adding new fissures to his asshole walls inside him, providing more pathways for my sperms to carry their filthy deadly loads into his bloodstream. I fucked him faster, harder, my pelvis sometimes slapping his ass, as I enjoyed myself knowing my climax would be double-intense. He was all for it, enjoying feeling the power of my loins driving my shaft in him, enjoying giving me a great feeling piece of his ass. I could feel myself getting close as I gripped his waist tighter to compensate for the sweaty slipperiness. I grinned as I got closer, driving my meat in him stroke after stroke thrusting hard and strong. A few more thrusts and I hilted myself deep in him as I yanked him to me, held his ass to my crotch, pulled out and slammed it home with a powerful snap of my hips, whereupon I exploded in a powerful extremely great-feeling orgasm as my legs shook while my dick pumped bullets of AIDS-carrying cum in half a dozen rapid-fire spurts deep inside his bowels. A half-minute later I pulled almost out and slammed it back in again with another snap of my hips, the smack of my pelvis reverberating off the walls as I pumped more diseased cum up my friend's love-hole. Another minute passed before I slammed what I figured to be almost another dozen thrusts up his ass and then held his hips tight to me again and corkscrewed my hips a couple of times, then held him to me for a few more minutes, occasionally thrusting a little to force more of my sperms into his rectal walls as we enjoyed the afterfuck. My dick was still throbbing with joy inside Doug who showered me with praise for the great fuck I threw into him. "You wont feel that way in two or three weeks whn you get the aids flu." I replied after he wound down his complements on my studmanship. "I know but it's still worth it!" he gushed. He said if I hadnt jerked him off he would have cummed from getting fucked by me like the fucks I had put to him in the past. I thrust a few more times and slowly withdrew so as to keep my cum from leaking out. He stood up, smiled wide, turned around, knelt before me and sucked my dick clean, sucked off of it and showered it and my sweaty scrotum with kisses and sucks. He then wrapped his lips around my dick. I knew what he wanted so I gave it to him as he gulped it down. He then sucked off of my meat and kissed it again. "Well, Doug. You're fucked in more ways than one." I said. "It was a great fuck too stud. I'm yours any time you want me." he replied and hugged me before standing up. He started feeling lousy a couple of weeks later and then called in sick. He was off for a month and I had to work with some bigoted homophobe who wasnt fit to lick Doug's feet much less mine. I was glad when Doug was finally well enough to return to work and the boss took him back, although that was largely due to the bigot's incompetence. A week later when we had some privacy we had a celebration fuck. Although my orgasm wasnt quite as intense as when I first injected my bug in his ass it was still an enjoyable piece of him and how lovingly he sucked my dick clean and again showered it and my hairy balls with kisses after I cummed and pulled out of his ass. It was awesome to me that he loved getting fucked and fucked-up by me and he considered me as a special stud even though he was simply another pozzing conquest I enjoyed sowing my wild, and deadly, oats in. Doug ended up following me into emeciation and was put on a diet similar to mine. He lost more strength but was still able to work at the junkyard and to get it up hard enough to fuck looser asses as well as get sucked off.
  7. Part One. Brad was in a really good mood. His son was coming home from college. He was going to his mothers for a few days aftuter dropping off his college roommate but, he was going to be home for the rest of the summer. Brad loved his son. He had never met his roommate but Kevin, his son, said that Greg, the roommate, was a great friend and needed a place for the summer. Brad was happy to take him in. If Kevin liked him then Brad would. He was also going to be stepping away from his business for a while. Brad ran a high-end escort service. For the right price he could get you any man or woman you wanted. He sometimes took clients himself. You see Brad was HIV positive and men would pay thousands for Brad to give them the gift. He also did for free when it happened organically. Brad was gay. His marriage had been a disaster that ended in pure bitterness from his ex. The only thing good about it was Kevin. Now they were due any minute. He soon saw Kevin's car and two very tired looking college boys dragging luggage to the house. "Dad." Kevin said as he hugged his father. "Kevin, welcome home." "Dad, this is Greg." Kevin said as an introduction. "Hello sir." Greg added. "No, call me Brad. I hate being called sir or mister." "Okay, Brad it is." Brad shook Greg's hand and noticed something on his breath and on his upper lip. Brad was very perceptive and he knew the smell and look of stale cum when it was there, no matter how faint. He got the vibe right away, Greg is just as gay as he was and Kevin did not know. He was told that they would stop to sleep at a rest stop and Brad knew Greg must have stepped out for a quickie. Greg blushed, he knew what Brad knew. "You guys must be hungry and tired. I have some food in the kitchen then you can wash up and get to sleep." It was pretty late and they had plenty of time. After a couple of days Kevin went to visit his mom and it was Brad and Greg alone. The first day Brad decided to spend it by his pool. It was hot. He put on trunks and some suntan lotion and went to his patio chair. Greg joined him. The two got along real well. Brad wanted to ask the question when they were alone. "So, you are gay like me?" "Yeah. I have known for years." "Why have you never told Kevin?" "As weird as it sounds, it has never come up. Neither of us are partiers, we stick to studies. We both are taking hard core classes and neither of us want to fuck up our grades. So we have spent what little time off we had watching movies and stuff. I know it will not be bad for him to find out. He loves you and cannot stop bragging about you. My family has either died or forced me out so Kevin became the person I just hung out with and we just don't do anything that made coming out a big deal." Brad seemed to be pouring his heart out. "What about you. I know enough to know that you are a gift giver from your tattoos." He had a biohazard and scorpion tat on his chest. Brad laughed, "You don't do anything?" "I never said that, I am too busy most of the time. I still sneak a peak online and hit a gloryhole when I need relief. It is just very rare." Brad looked at Greg, I mean really looked, for the first time. This this, well built young man was beautiful. The attraction was there but would it could it lead anywhere? Brad had rules with sex, no condoms and no pulling out. He was a dominate top and that was that. Would Greg be into this and what would he tell his son. Greg leaned in and kissed Brad. Fuck it, he will think of something. Brad grabbed Greg's hands, "Let's take this to the bedroom." They got there in record time and were naked and making out right away. Greg kissed his way down Brad's body. When he reached Brad's dick he kissed the head then started to suck it. Brad moved into a 69 position and returned the favor. When they were both nice and hard Brad grabbed some lube and rubbed some on his finger. He inserted it into Greg's ass both lubing and priming it up. Brad could tell that this would be his first time taking anything in his ass. Well it was too late now Brad pushed his mushroom head against Greg's virgin hole and pushed himself into it. Greg whimpered as his ass opened and spread to accommodate this invader. Greg looked like he was experiencing a mixture of pain, fear and ecstasy. Brad loved that look on a boy getting his ass roughed up for the first time. He fucked Greg hard. Greg was now moaning. Brad was going to make sure the bug took effect. Because he used so little lube and was in by force more than anything Greg's insides were tearing. Nothing too bad but enough for him to accept the gift of Brad's precious seed and all it's toxicity. Greg was now cumming all over his chest and belly. Brad scooped up all of it and fed it to Greg. "No sperm gets wasted with me." "Yes." "No, no, no yes Daddy." "Yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, poz me Daddy, make me your poz cum slut Daddy." With that Brad could take no more. He shot a load right into Greg's ass. "I am not done yet." "Daddy, please give me more." "Of course baby. Daddy loves to share his seed with the willing." Brad pumped more into Greg. This continued until Brad had nothing left. He inserted a specially made butt plug to keep in as much as possible. He fed Greg the rest. This was just the start of the day. After getting some rest, as well as food and water, they were right back at it. This was pretty much the whole day. The two were becoming more than a fuck buddies. They were a couple. In just 2 days they were like a married couple, who were open and one called the other daddy. Brad was still not sure how he would explain it to Kevin but he was not due home for two more weeks. They had Greg tested quickly by a doctor was was a client of Brad's service and got it done as soon as possible. Between Brad'd HVL and as many loads as Greg took he was shown to be poz. They celebrated by getting Brad his first tattoo and going home to fuck some more. They were so excited they threw their clothes all over the house as they ran to the room. After their fuck fest they both fell asleep in each others' arms. They woke up together kissed and were both starting to rub each other's cocks when they heard a shout, "What the hell is this?" Part 2 is written, should I share it?
  8. *Authors' note 1: first story attempt failed, but a failure is often an opportunity to do better. We have not planned how many chapters it has, but we'll keep on writing till we enjoy it. And of course if it will not offend or harm anyone. *Authors note 2: PozWorld is reversed. "Ordinary" condition is poz, while neg status is not socially accepted at all. ----- Part 1: machines don't keep secrets! -Hunter: "Hey my little Chaser! Don't make me waste another poz load!" An artificial voice was reading a weird message aloud waking me suddenly up, alone in my bed. Where on Earth was my boyfriend? Damn, I absolutely had to get rid of this inexplicable jealousy. His phone was not on the charger so it was clear he carried it with him, that voice could only be a bad dream! Ian could just have gone to catch an earlier bus without disturbing me during sleep, that spoken message was surely coming from my fantasy. Hearing a machine speak may seem strange but when you regularly meet a blind person and become close enough, you don't even notice it any longer. On the other side though I was always concerned for his privacy so I didn't chat about sex with him, in case personal messages could be loudly spoken at inappropriate times. He has known I'm undetectable since we started to date but from that moment, HIV has no longer been a conversation subject. Barebacking was safe for us, no reason to worry about it. We had another trouble instead, our sex life had become monotonous. If I only had guts to face this situation! "We have to talk", and then? Let's open our couple, or let's go separate ways? I was scared at the idea of him thinking I looked for other sex encounters because I rejected his blindness. Nothing of this, I am just a man with his needs! He also expressed a desire to live together sooner or later, but I knew it couldn't last long in this way. We have to talk, this formula had to be spoken aloud, hopefully as soon as possible because cheating almost became an urge for me. I prepared myself a coffee to drink my concerns away, when I heard another beep and the artificial voice spoke again: "You're missing a great opportunity man, don't waste this gift and talk to him asap!" I smiled at myself and at a waist bag hanging from a chair in the kitchen, a silly machine hidden in there was revealing my boy's secret side. "It may be a friend's bag", I told myself and took the courage to call him. Phew! The phone rang and that mysterious bag stayed silent! "It's truly not his stuff or my business", I thought waiting for an answer with the phone on my ear. "Hey, Hunter", Ian's voice finally spoke. "I was thinking of you, and here you are!" "I called because I found your waist bag", I told him. "You left it here in the kitchen! One day you may forget your head too." "Oh, thanks honey, I thought I lost it in the bus! At least it's in a safe place." "Safe hands and ears", I had a malicious grin on my face. "Don't use public transport tonight, after you finish your work day I'll come and pick you up. We have... We have to talk!" He sent me a kiss and hung up, while the annoying robot continued to speak so I grabbed Ian's bag, exploring it inside: a phone was there, together with his wallet and some wipes. Thankfully no pass code had been set on the phone so it opened only by pressing a button, I was too curious to verify how many kinks my boyfriend really had! I turned talking assistant off and it took a couple gestures for me to retrieve his conversation with a certain PozCop, which I read entirely; it was obvious they had been sexting for a long time and I decided to play along. Let's figure out where it goes, a chat won't harm anyone! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I finally talked to him. PozCop: What? Are you serious? BlindChaser: Yeah, in the beginning it was embarrassing but that conversion set us free. BlindChaser: *CONVERSATION, I wanted to say conversation, sorry. Fucking autocomplete! PozCop: LOL! Yeah, I got it. PozCop: You see, I was right! I know him like the back of my pocket, you have nothing to be scared about him. So, did he react as I expect? -- What the fuck! Ian and the stranger were planning something behind my back and that nickname seemed familiar to me! How could the world be so small! "I am getting hard only to imagine myself pozzing my bf", I typed; but before sending, I remembered my role play and answered trying to talk in Ian's shoes. -- BlindChaser: His first reaction was horrified and we had an argue but his body told another story. He was clearly turned on, even if he would never admit it! PozCop: Why does this guy always play a fucking good man role! Trust me, deep inside he's a pig like you. BlindChaser: I agree. He made me suck him, keeping my head in place till he came deep into my throat. PozCop: Oh, poor chaser! Another blank load! I think you need a fully charged one. BlindChaser: Fuck yeah! I can't wait! PozCop: I take this as a written consent. So, let's go for it! See you tomorrow in that place you know. -- Fuck, this was no fantasy: in a few hours my guy was going to get pozzed! I had to find out more details and make him change his mind, whatever it took. With Ian's phone in my hand I accessed PozCop's contact determined to block him forever, when I felt an intense pain coming from my fingers and someone talking but this time it was not a machine! "You wanted me into your body, man!" the voice said. "Let your guy take the same journey, both your lives belong to me!" This voice seemed real but no one was around, for sure. Maybe I started to be paranoid, or it was because I willingly became positive but till now I never considered gifting as an option; I couldn't close my eyes to my boy's desires though, if he seriously wanted HIV I had to be certain I was his gifter. I remained with my thumb moving up and down on the touch screen, conflicted, till I took my final decision: I cleared only my latest messages from the whole chat, turned screen reader back on and placed the phone where I found it, ready to give it back to its owner; let's discover who that PozCop really was! I spent the whole day with my mind suggesting me to give him the bag and return to everyday life, but the mysterious voice soon overcame my rational thinking: "You were born to be a gifter, accept your destiny otherwise you'll lose all my benefits forever!" Oh damn! Who spoke to me and which benefits was they talking about? Last time I went for usual HIV check up, my doctor told me I was part of an experiment by taking meds he prescribed me, but I almost forgot it: treatment suppressed my viral load, I had no side effects, it meant all was correctly working. Or this mysterious voice I hear is caused by meds? Such an opportunity to give up with them, I thought at myself. After his work day was over, Ian was waiting for me outside his office as expected and as I greeted him he kissed me: "thanks my love, you saved me!" He explored my whole body with his hands, and panicked: "my bag, Hunter! Where the fuck is it?" "One is here and it's full", I told him guiding his hand on my semi-hard member. "The other is in my car!" "I'm glad to you, thanks for keeping it safe." "True, but your machines talk much more than a person does. And if you forget them turned on, they're not able to keep secrets."
  9. Hey guys, this is my first story and my first creative writing in a long time. Your feedback is welcomed! I hope it's not too much setup before we get to the good stuff, but I intend to keep writing about Brian, so I want you to know who he is. I wrote the first couple chapters before posting anything, but there is more to come. Hope you enjoy! *********** Chapter 1 - Brian Brian had never shivered like this before. Sure, growing up in a skinny kid in New England, he was used to feeling cold in the winter. But it wasn’t the cold making his teeth chatter as he drove his crappy old Grand Cherokee down a perfectly normal suburban side street at 1am. He was nervous. Probably excited too, but mostly nervous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get fucked. Brian was a quiet, nerdy, awkward high school senior. He spent most of his time playing video games or camping, hanging out with a few friends now and then, and being alone a lot. It’s not really how he wanted to be living, but he just figured it was who he was. At school, he was a straight-A student, but not quite the star pupil. He’d get into a decent college with no problem. He had some extra-curriculars under his belt: debate, volunteering. He did what he needed to do to get into college and satisfy the expectation that he do something with his time. He was an athlete too. It wasn’t that big of a part of his life, but it checked a box. He played tennis (which he wasn’t very good at) and ran cross country. It’s about all you could expect from a kid his size. He was 5’7”, 125lb on a good day. He wasn’t one of those kids who were complete sticks, but there was no getting away from the fact that he was scrawny. The tennis and cross country at least gave him a nice perky ass, thin defined legs, and kept him a few crunches away from a six pack, if he had tried. On his head was a mop of light brown hair that he didn’t really do much with, not too short but not too long. He didn’t think of himself as hot, at all, and he didn’t do any favors for himself with how he dressed. Knee-length cargo shorts and a not-fitted but not-baggy t-shirt typically did the trick. He wasn’t a skater kid, swimming is his clothes, but neither did he wear anything that would show off his thin but fit body. If he had dressed differently, if he had thought about himself differently, he could have been decently “hot”. But he didn’t have the confidence for it. So, Brian spent a lot of time at his computer, watching and waiting as high school quickly sped by. He was waiting for that girl to fall into his lap and be his girlfriend. For the kiss at the dance, the awkward date, the “first time”. He wanted that feeling of walking in to school the day after losing his virginity with the swagger he imagined the other guys had, even if he’d never actually looked at a classmate and thought “he looks like he got laid last night”. He was frustrated that things weren’t working out, but he was also beginning to be confused. Confused by a boy named Jake. Jake and Brian weren’t close, or even really friends. There were classmates, sharing physics, history, and gym that year. They knew each other, they were cordial, but they didn’t hang out. But Brian had caught himself starting to watch Jake, to let his gaze linger on him longer than normal, to have him pop up in his mind when he was partaking in certain private activities in which girls were supposed to be the primary motivation. He didn’t think he was gay, but then why was it whenever he was lying in bed, cock in hand, that when Jake entered the fantasy, he’d get harder than ever? One night, as he laid back against his pillow, cum covering his bare chest, he accepted that he probably was in to guys. He couldn’t get it out of his mind the entire day at school. Even his friend Rachel had to break him out his daze at one point. “Brian, are you with us?” she said at the lunch table. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something.” “What?” “Oh, um, nothing, did you do your homework for calculus?” That night, after his parents were asleep, he opened his laptop, fired up a private browser, and hesitantly typed in “gay porn” for the first time.
  10. “Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.
  11. There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.
  12. *Authors note: this fiction is inspired by some real events happened to us. Real: we enjoy writing and we are here _to_ write our HIV-related fiction. Real: we discussed if it was the case to publish our tales to Bz, the negative partner of us thought it was 100% failure. Real: our first attempt failed and story was deleted. It can happen. Real: a guy has said he's "a fan of ours" and sometimes we write to each others. Real: this story is written agreeing with the guy in question. ...You know who you are. FICTION: entering a post in order to intentionally cause infraction, the bet, stopping meds, gifting intentions and further, all this is pure fantasy. no one of us two has real intentions to stop meds or PrEP, or to disturb community with intentional harm, just enjoy fiction as it is! --- Part 1: the bet My partner and I love to write stories, and we found our tales as a way to flow our most intimate fantasies out. Especially for me, a mid 40s poz undetectable guy, as I feel like a caged animal. Every time I read about a real successful conversion on the Internet I simply get hard as a rock but I have too much respect for my neg buddy so I have never ran the risk of proposing him to plan his status upgrade by starting a meds holiday; anyway every reading, real or fiction, is a higher and higher turn on till sex life without poz talk has no meaning for both of us. “What about sharing our writings with a bigger public”, I proposed one day to him while he was upset seeing his own web site had zero visits for an entire week. “Internet is big and we may find people with our own tastes. Come on, we’ll try, I publish it now!” I showed him a community where fiction about consensual HIV infection was accepted; “here we have nothing to fear, I read lots of authors who even write much worse than us.” “But no one will understand our plots and intents”, he complained; “we also may be subject to infractions. You’ll see.” I was fed up of his negative thoughts, and shared the story with the community without hesitation. Who cares, time will tell. “Let’s place a bet”, he told me in the end; “if you’re right, you stop your meds. If I’m right, I stop my PrEP!” I just laughed at that, a joke is a joke and I was sure he’d never do something so incautiouss. “OK baby, deal. Bet placed!” At that point doubts started to overcome my rationality, almost I hoped to be wrong so I made my move: let’s go to the community and edit content in order to intentionally commit an infraction as I wanted to save my HIV treatment regimen… Nothing at all, after a while it was impossible to modify published material! What a pity, let’s wait for destiny. We went to bed and slept over it. The following morning, my partner picked his phone up from the charger and opened community’s web site: “your account has been suspended for 13 days. Nothing that can harm people is allowed here”. “Oh, damn, it’s for that sentence I wrote about the main character’s death”, I thought; “nothing too bad, failures are often good opportunities to grow up”. “What did I tell you”, he asked me. “You see I was right then!” I took his PrEP bottle in my hands and walked towards the toilet: “a bet is a bet”, I smiled. “what can we do with these pills, now?” “Don’t flush them”, he pleaded; “I stay off PrEP for 13 days till our account is enabled again then I’ll restart it when we share another tale. Do you agree?” “I’m game”, I said spanking his ass playfully. “But now, this fertile butt is just mine. No sex with others till you are on meds again! Understood?” He just nodded and closed the bottle in a drawer. Days passed quickly, we also took our time for a short vacation where we took the opportunity to improve our story then Friday 17th arrived: three, two, one, launch! New piece was shortly on line! Knowing his ass hole was unprotected turned me on like crazy but I managed to control my temptation to lock my meds in the same drawer he placed his; it was matter of time, I was aware of that, and in fact the new tale started to collect likes, hearts, thumbs up, and the unexpected message from a stranger in reply to our contribute: “Hello, I’m a big fan of yours, guys! Great story!” I looked at his older posts and found his first one: “I am a bug chaser and would like a connection with poz guys from my country”… and the second: “I believe in a chaser-gifter long term bond, the one who infects me should be present in my life afterwards”. Oh gosh, yes, interesting, we came from the same country! This guy is explicitly consenting to be infected, if it happens after all he wrote on Internet he cannot blame me at all! I want that connection too but who cares, I have my partner for now. I watched the fan’s profile information to see if he was compatible with my tastes; gifting could be a possibility, but he had to deserve it, learning to stay at his place! All that I read was a very, very good promise I had to admit it. “100% slave. 100% exhibitionist. 100% non-monogamist. 100% masochist. 4% vanilla. 0% owner. 0% master”… All what I needed to know! “Wow”, I thought. “If this is my biggest fan, he has first priority!” “So what the fuck do you do?” My partner asked, worried. “Are you going to stop your meds now? You remember, it was a bet! If it applies to me, it applies to you in the same way!” “I can’t”, I said. “If I stop my treatment it’s to gift you. This person may be a flake or whatever bad, so I’ll continue my therapy regularly.” Disappointed, my guy went upstairs to bed and I took my chance: extracting all pills from my meds and his PrEP bottle, I flushed them all. Now the bet is not over, it has just changed the challenge. Not if, or when it happens, but WHO is my first conversion!
  13. Most of this story is true. Part 1. Losing my real virginity to Skinhead in London It was two days after my 18th birthday. I was out with some friends in London celebrating We'd been clubbing, met a few people and ended up back in basement bar of a hotel. The hotel it turned out was notorious for it's gay clientele. Which made mad sense - the people we met were cool - two gay gays, a very femme camp twink, and couple of fag hags who were now getting friendly with my two mates. Now I think back I realise I was supposed to be the prize for the gay guys or the twink to play with. I'd always been skinny. And with ginger hair and pale skin I must have looked delicious to these older gay guys. I was wearing a tight white t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and boots. I knew I was a bit camp and played up to it. But at the time I was straight. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, but only had sex twice. The first time was with a big girl at a party, I got hard but didnt know what to do. She knew what she wanted. She removed her knickers, parked her huge arse on me, straddled her big thighs over me and rode me until she had an orgasm. She then got off and left me there. The next time was with my new girlfriend. We'd done it once, but she had to grab my cock and put it in her. I pretended to cum. She told me she liked my cock, although it was the smallest one she'd fucked she said. I am about six inches and nice and straight. But even though it was small it was very good looking she thought - like the Johnny Depp of cocks - small but perfectly formed. She laughed and said my small balls and ginger pubes made my cock look cute. However even though I had nice tight balls I'd always produce a lot of cum! Thinking back I loved porn, and wanked a lot even to straight porn. But I always fantasised I was the slut on my knees getting a face full of cum or sucking cock. I love the idea of cocks up my arse, but I never had anything up there - i tried with a finger but it always hurt. But I'd play with my arse hole opening, rubbing a finger over my pink hole and pushing as much as I dared. I'd dream of being a slut on all fours when I wanked. I'd create rape fantasies of being forced and used, taken against my will and degraded. I'd cum in my hand or on the floor and hungrily lick it all up. I even used to be able to put my cock over my mouth and cum on pretty pink lips. As I mentioned, I'd cum a lot so spraying my mouth and face with huge spurts of cum was easy. Anyway, back to the hotel. Time was passing and everyone was getting pretty drunk. Most people in the hotel bar had left. I'd drunk a lot of beer and the ecstasy was wearing off. I staggered down the hallway, down some stairs and into the mens toilet. It was a big white tiled old fashioned toilet. Very bright and very white I remember. Six stalls facing some sinks and a big steal urinal at one end. I headed down and went for a piss - leaning with one hand against the wall for support. I took a big long piss and was thinking how fucked I felt and I should probably head off. I was supposed to see my girlfriend tomorrow. Just then someone came and stood next to me. He got his cock out and started pissing. He was standing very close, right next to me. I could smell him. Aftershave and sweat and leather. Even though I'd never had any experience before somehow I knew this man was gay. I glanced down and over and caught a glimpse of his cock. My heart started beating faster and my mouth went dry. Quickly I buttoned up and walked to the sinks. For some reason I then turned around and looked back - i just stood there. I was looking at the man pissing. He was taller than me - i was only around 5'8. He was easily six foot. Dressed like a skin head. Shaved head. Ripped jeans. Leather jacket on, boots, chains, the lot. His arms were covered in cool tatoos. Then he turned, took two steps away from the urinal and just stood there with his cock out. I couldnt believe it. I'd never seen anything like. This big white cock. So thick and so manly. With a prince albert on the end - a big silver ring piercing the head. Instinct took over and I walked towards him, got on my knees and took my first cock in my mouth. It was amazing. The taste, the feel, the heat of the flesh. So much bigger and more powerful than mine. I greedily sucked and tasted his meat. I was consumed with lust, finally I knew my place, I felt so at home on my knees with a cock in my mouth. I was transformed from a straight boy into the cock sucker I wanted to be. The cock was enough and I sucked in his balls and licked around his crotch tasting his body. I realised he was shaved which I liked, how did I know I liked that? I'd never even thought of it before and here I was deciding i liked shaved balls. I heard something behind which woke me from my delirious cock sucking. I looked around, I didnt see anyone but realised I was exposed. If someone saw me they'd know what I was. I was still straight and no one could find out. I dragged the skin head man into a stall and closed the door. I went to continue my cocksucking, but instead he kissed me. Harder and rougher than I'd ever been kissed. Forcing his tongue in my mouth and tasting me. I went weak at the knees - I was breathless and had never felt this turned on before even though I wasnt even thinking about my cock. He roughly pulled down my jeans and grabbed my cock and balls hard and twisted them. "You like that slut?" he said, "Yes sir, thankyou sir" I moaned. Where did that come from? I'd never called anyone sir before. He spun me around and pulled my cute white arse cheeks apart. I moaned and pushed back offering myself to him. It felt so natural. He ran a finder up my crack and I shivered in excitement. He tried to push a finger in, but I clamped shut. "Please no" I said "I'm a virgin, I'm too tight and it hurts". He didnt say anything, instead he knelt down. Then I felt it. His tongue on my arse. Oh my god that was incredible - like nothing else. The licking and the probing of his tongue. I began pushing back and moaning like a bitch on heat. I'd never felt anything like it and it was perfect. I was having the best sex of my life and I hadnt even touched my cock. I started moaning like the sluts in pornos "I'm a whore, lick my cunt hole, eat my pussy, use me like a whore... fuck my cunt like a bitch. Fuck my virgin cunt hole and make me your bitch". I was really going to town on the moaning, I was transformed from a straight boy into a drooling faggot. The skin head stood up and put one arm around my waste and the other around my neck. "You dont have a cunt" he said "you've got an arse hole and I'm about to fuck it. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?". I couldn't believe that my dream was about to come true. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck my arse". Even though I didn't know what it meant I begged him to breed me. It sounded slutty and I liked being a slut. It made my arse seem more like a cunt, and a cunt could be used to get a girl pregnant and I liked being more like a slutty girl. After all you cant breed an 18 year boy can you? He positioned his cock head against my hole. I moaned.. then I paused "Not with out a condom" I said and pulled away. I was suddenly awakened to my situation and how long I'd been down there. I'd better get back to my friends I thought. "I want you to come in my mouth" I said and tried to suck his cock again thinking I could get my reward quickly and rejoin my friends. No one would be any the wiser. "No, thats not what you want or need." said the skin head "I know what you want, but I guess tonights not your lucky night". With that he unlocked the toilet door and headed back upstairs. I washed my face and hands and sheepishly. I figured I'd head back upstairs and rejoin my friends, maybe pretend like it never happened. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still feeling high and drunk. Even more now I thought. Normally I'd have sobered up a bit by now, but I was feeling even more drunk and things seemed blurry. Time to get a cab. I staggered out of the mens room and into the hall. To be continued.
  14. *AUTHOR NOTE*: inspiration comes from a real event but the development is pure fantasy; it's a one-time story, no second episodes are planned. *AUTHOR NOTE 2*: yeah, I fantasize about pozzing some of those sermonizers, but I'll never do it - first of all because they do not deserve any attention both from me and HIV! My virus is too smart to accept such an offense; but at least I can write a story about this... If someone feels insulted, well, I consider it a coming out as keyboard warrior and they already know my answer. --- He appeared showing a lion as avatar and I considered him an Internet user like any other; his name was a series of letters and numbers with apparently no meaning, nothing that could wake up my interest in knowing him further. Till he mentioned me in a forum post I replied to; I explained how gifting turns me on, despite I would never do it for real: "Let me ask", he quoted me. "If you really don't approve spreading HIV intentionally, why are you turned on by stories about it?" Maybe he felt disturbed by my profile, where I openly talk about my gifting fantasies; he didn't give a damn about the fact I was undetectable and could harm no one, even poz talking with complete strangers. He was too concentrated in sermonizing me and continued like that for the following week, with no answer from me. My plan was to exclude him with the "block/ignore" feature but it suddenly changed as soon as he came up with a private message: "You're a keyboard warrior! As far as I can guess, you're not poz! I don't believe it! Prove it to me!" That was an offense to my pride: me, a keyboard warrior? I could immediately send him my HIV test results in real time buying a self-test and recording it on video. "I won't descend to your level", I told myself and let it go without even looking at his profile. "Prove your poz status", the guy insisted every time he saw me on line; "any way you want!" ANY WAY? Fuck, I was getting hard just at the idea of having him on his back, feet over my shoulder, with my raw poz dick buried in him; without even knowing how he looked like or how his voice was. Just the challenging tone of his written words made me think it was time to teach him a lesson! HIV does not care about a person's physical appearance, why should I? But curiosity hit me: his profile was actually interesting! He claimed to be submissive, loved to be used and abused, in several profile parts he specified to be STD free and looking for "safe" people to be fucked by. Sexting welcome. I used the same approach I have for other contacts I sext with, reading his oldest posts I had quite a perfect idea of what buttons to push to turn him on; in a few days of messaging back and forth, he was virtually mine! I skipped on purpose the poz matter as my plan was taking shape: I had to conquest him during a meds holiday! I took my time, easy and daily sexting till I felt his complete submission. "Next week I'll be there", I announced surprising him. "You challenged me and I accepted it!" "Don't know what you're talking about", was his reply; a further demonstration of his inclination: he was a keyboard warrior! A sex hungry one though, as he gave me his address even without knowing how I looked like too. The week passed and I had scheduled an entire week-end out of town. We exchanged numbers but I did never get a call from him, just texts! I also had some doubts in the meantime: what if he texts because he can't talk or hear, if he's deaf and I poz him without knowledge? He could also be on PrEP, we purposely avoided such topics in plenty of time, sex was the only thing that mattered. "Door unlocked", I texted; "I'm there in 30 minutes. Get ready, naked and clean! Surprise 4 u!" "waiting 4 u, clean OK" he messaged me back. Damn, it was really hard to find a parking place near by, but a short walk was worth it; 20 minutes instead of 10, then finally I found an unlocked door as he described. The house seemed empty so, without knowing his name, I shouted: "where's my lion? Poz talk author is here!" No voice came from anywhere but in the end I reached a small bedroom... with actually a young guy sitting naked on a chair. Headphone over his head, a joystick in hands and a war game on the screen in front of him. What the fuck, which trouble was I getting into! My temptation was to turn around and leave, but rationality hit me: if I accuse this guy to be a keyboard warrior I can't behave as such! His appearance though, was not the experienced, sexually active man he claimed to be in messages! "Sir", I heard his shy voice as soon as I gently touched his arm to get his attention. "Is it... is it you? I did not expect you to show up for real!" I positioned my hands on his naked shoulders and tried to massage him; seduction takes time and this one needs patience and trust from me. "You said 30 minutes, it took an hour! I thought you were a..." "Keyboard warrior?" I interrupted him and gestured him towards the bed: "get your ass in there, I have no time for videogame addicted!" He obeyed and was laying on the bed, on his back; I sat next to him with a bag in my hands, staying there without taking my clothes off. He nodded when I asked if he was 18, "will turn 19 in a couple weeks", he smiled proudly. In time for the gift, I thought to myself but didn't say a word. "Finger fuck me", he was begging. His dick becoming hard while looking at me and my bag. "What do you have in there, sir?" Without answering I sucked and rimmed him for a while, his hole relaxing every time my tongue went in deeper. Damn, he was moaning like a bitch in heat! "Fuck... fuck me", he moaned softly. "Please sir, fuck me..." My smile became soon a mischievous grin: "first day we met you asked me a question. To show you my HIV status. Here I am! Now, if you want me to fuck you, we'll perform these HIV tests together and fuck while waiting for the result. Are you game?" His voice didn't speak, but I saw his body sweating and his dick starting to leak precum; it was obvious what he wanted! We set a timer on my phone and left our waiting tests on his nightstand, it was matter of some minutes. I unzipped my pants and, without even wasting time to strip, I inserted my raw dick in him. "OUCH", he whimpered, but without even caring I was slowly and firmly thrusting into him; fuck, he was tight! I felt his tender insides tearing, his blood and my poz precum acting as lube for his probably virgin hole. "Almost there", I grinned pounding him hard, till I was balls deep. Meanwhile the timer was continuing going down and as soon as it showed one minute, I picked up my rhythm. "Almost there", I repeated staring at the tests. "Look at these results and tell me what you want!" Finally the timer rang; one, two, three times, I wanted to breed him instantly but the sound disturbed this moment so I stopped it; responses were now visible, with two and one line! "Oh, no", he started to cry; "You're really poz and I'm not on PrEP... Please pull out!" "Undetectable", I whispered in his ear, looking into his eyes. "You wanted a safe guy, and here I am! Ready for load number two?" He panicked, but I kept him in place with my strong hands; my phone still on its stand, pointing directly to his face. "Tell me what you want, fucking keyboard warrior! Look into my eyes and tell me you want me to stop!" I enjoyed his warm ass walls around my shaft, knowing I could not last longer; my virus happy to have finally found a worthy host. "Please, I want your load... sir, please..." "Better", I commanded. "You can do better!" "Breed me, seed me, impregnate me..." I squeezed his balls with one hand: "which kind of load do you want? Tell me!" "Your positive load, I want... I want your HIV!" His face turning red, embarrassed and pleased at the same time while I flooded his guts with my second load; "take it, fucking keyboard warrior! Take your birthday gift!" I collapsed on him, completely spent. Our sweaty bodies entwined into an unexpected embrace. "Hold it in", I whispered; "I want you to keep all my poz seed in you." "It's not fair", he told me after a while. "You claim to be poz, fantasize about gifting and then can't transmit." "Time will tell", I replied; a last hug, a kiss on his forehead then I left his house. "Want 2 keep in touch", he texted the following day. "maybe a repeat?" "You MUST keep in touch" was my answer. "Let me know if there are any news." No text came from him for a couple weeks, till his birthday arrived and I sent him a message: "u received my gift?" and he answered "Will check in a while, in bed sick now." "On my way", I typed back; "happy birthday, my poz son!"
  15. What's the hottest and/or most memorable thing (perhaps even weirdest thing) a top has said during a fuck with you? For me there's been many but the one that really sticks out in my mind is a top who fucked me raw at Inn Leather in Fort Lauderdale. His dick was about 9" and real thick. As he was fucking me he kept saying "Is it big?" every few minutes and then I'd get really verbal about how his dick was huge and it would get him nice n hard. It was a huge turn on for me too I was clearing out some photos on my laptop and came across his face pic just now. That's what reminded me.
  16. My stories are completely fiction for the purpose of sexual fantasy only. In the real world, consent is important to us all. Mutual consent is the key to getting laid, and it keeps us out of jail. I wish I had more time to write porn. It usually requires a nothing-planned weekend and 6 hours at my computer with a rainstorm keeping me inside. I have other hot stories on this site that get me creaming my shorts in no time. The Broken Jock, The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman, and How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos. All my stories feature various returning characters to help keep character development from getting too much in the way of the action (why we're here). My first story, the Broken Jock actually began with the first few chapters in the "Bareback Stories" forum, but... I eventually got poz tops bare fucking my neg protagonist, and so the rest of my stories are here in the "Bug Chasing and Gift-Giving Section" where they fit in very well. Enjoy this new installment. The Broken Jock III: The Left Fielder This is Clyde, John’s husband. It’s springtime and I’m at the bar for a season opener party for the hot gay softball team my partner John and I are on the war path for pozzing up. Last season, John and I were useful in double poz fucking Adam the short stop, and I’m pretty sure that John and I pozzed up that beautiful ass on Tom the third baseman, especially after he returned to our doorstep, wet and cold from a rainy SantaCon, for a repeat bare fuck from us in December. A group of us poz breeders, my partner John, Leon, anon online tops Poz9In and Coach4Jox have zeroed in on this team that seems ripe for the picking—for bareback fucking… and pozzing. They have some fresh new players this season and the group of us have been waiting for today to start our plan. Coach4Jox has his eye on a 21-year-old twink, Caleb, who seems to be playing a lot at left field according to what Leon has reported to the guild. He’s blond, slim with powerful legs from running a lot, and a small bubble butt that Coach says he wants to pop. He said that he has done his research and knows for sure that the kid is neg. I didn’t ask. At the request of Coach4Jox, we are all currently buying shots for Caleb so that he can be buzzed enough to be walked home by one or two of us on the guild. So far, Caleb has accepted all offers, and Coach looks delighted at his prospects of getting his bare poz cock up in that cute butt later tonight. I, on the other hand, have my eye on the new catcher, Evan. A stocky ginger boy, 23, with green eyes, strawberries and cream skin and coppery hair parted on the side. Like Tom, his white softball pants were tight and showed off his muscular butt. Even at 68, my poz cock drips just thinking about that neg hole on Evan. I know he’s neg because I found his profile on the safe-only hook up site after searching for hours. I practically creamed my bike shorts on Sunday morning when I found it, and knew I had to pursue this one. Not all of the guild of poz breeders was present for the team’s first fundraiser of the year, but we have all secretly tasked ourselves with pozzing up the team this year, hopefully without the coach or the team catching on too quickly. Adam and Tom are keeping quiet, and Adam, now Leon’s boy, is helping us lure his teammates when we demand it. At the end of the beer bust, Adam is tasked with offering Coach for a walk home for the very drunk Caleb—creating the very dream scenario Coach had wanted for stealth pozzing Adam. Evan was bought some stiff drinks by me, and he nodded a cheers to me in thanks before drinking it down. He approached me only on the third drink to say hello and thanks. I told him that I always buy drinks for beautiful boys, and he smiled and blushed. I laughed. When he recovered, he kissed me on the lips and turned back to his teammates to participate in a loud team cheer. As the fundraiser was ending, Adam did his job of offering Coach to walk Caleb home and, surprisingly, he did the same for me and Evan. Evan chatted with me for as I watched Coach leave with young and very inebriated left fielder. Evan kissed me and said, “Thanks for the offer—Clyde was it?—but my boyfriend is coming over to take me home.” “Damn! Really?” I said putting on an evil smile. “You mean I’m not going to get to shove my cock up that amazing ass tonight?” I teased him. He blushed again and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. EVAN 555-9033. “Text me next weekend, okay. Maybe we can do that then. My boyfriend and I are open but we have some rules for being safe.” I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment, but not my hardon which was blatantly stretching down my left calf under my khakis. “Sounds good.” “He’s here.” He got his cap and a bag of softball gear and turned back to me. “Till then.” “Bye, Evan.” I watched as his white cloth-clad but moved to the door. Next week I will get up that. ———- My hardon was now calling for a replacement ass and I remembered that Coach and Caleb were on their way to the boy’s place. I texted Coach to let me tag along. ME: I’ll fuck him after you if you want. I’d like to pound your toxic seed in good with my big cock.” I knew that would get Coach on board. COACH4JOX: Fuck yeah! We’re only a block away on Dougherty Street. Come catch up and then follow behind us. I quickly walked out of the club and made my way to Dougherty. When I turned the corner, Coach was helping Caleb up off the sidewalk. He was wasted. Coach turned and saw me, and motioned with his head to follow them. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the kid’s apartment. After opening the building’s front gate, the twink bounded up the stairs. Coach held the gate open for me and we both got in the small entry way and walked up to find Caleb’s apartment door wide open. The boy was already passed out on the bed, face down when we closed the apartment door. Coach and I celebrated with a sigh. I got out the fresh bottle of poppers from my front pocket that had been meant for Evan, as Coach started unbuckling Caleb’s softball pants and pulling them down. “I like to just take off their pants… and shoes, of course,” Coach said. I went down to the youth’s feet and pulled off his cleats. When Coach got Caleb’s pants off we stood up at the end of the bed admiring the boy’s smooth, white, jock-strapped butt. A minute later I snapped out of my trance and stripped out of my clothes. Coach eventually saw me totally nude, get onto the bed to handle Caleb’s ass. I was leaking precum already as I opened up the kid’s cheeks to show Coach his prize. He was happy to see a smooth pink pucker—as was I. The Coach looked away to undress, and, as the dirty old man I am, I took that opportunity to touch Caleb’s hole with my finger. Caleb moaned. Damn fine, I though to myself. I quickly used my finger and took a large gob of precum mid-drip from my hard poz cock and fingered it shallowly into the pink hole before Coach would notice. This was not my conquest, but I wanted my poz sperm in there first. Caleb moaned ask I slicked his hole up. I then took my other hand and moved the crotch of his white jock down so that I could get in more. With two fingers, I pushed in two fingers and let a large drop of precum fall from my cock right into the kid’s opened hole before Coach could catch what I was doing to his boy. When he did turn around, he got between the boys legs and pushed them wide apart. I went to the head of the bed to offer the boy my cock to suck on. Groggily, Caleb opened his mouth and suckled on the head of my large cock. Feeling the kid’s tongue work my piss slit, I rolled my eyes back at Coach and pushed out more precum for the boy to take in, now from this end. He liked it and sucked more of my cock into his mouth. “Damn nice, boy!” I said. Coach’s cock was hard and ready to plunge into the boy’s butt, but I figured some popper’s would help get the boy loosened up more. “Put some lube on your cock while I popper him up for you.” I opened up the brown bottle and put it under Caleb’s nostril. “Breathe in, Caleb.” My cock was still halfway lodged in his mouth when he inhaled his first hit. I pulled my cock out to help the kid get a bigger hit. “Good boy!” I gave him 3 hits in each nostril and the kid was flying and I nodded to Coach, “He fucking ready for it.” Coach pushed his bare cock up to Caleb’s hole and breached it almost immediately (with my precum work ahead of time). Caleb cried out and I shushed him, and gave him my cock to suck on again. The boy sucked my cock perfectly. I started to fuck Caleb’s throat he was getting me so worked up. Meanwhile, Coach was barebacking the left fielder’s hole very hard and he was getting close fast. Stealthers like coach probably have to be fast, I thought to myself. “I’m going to charge up this hole, boy,” Coach said to the boy. Caleb made a guttural noise around my pistoning rod in his throat. “Fucking sweet ass on you.” “Are you cumming?” I asked, my cock throbbing in Caleb’s mouth with the mention of it. “Tell me when you shoot. Don’t pull out, just tell me when you are loading the boy up.” Caleb tried to say something then, but I rammed my cock into his throat to quiet him. “Let us men have you, Caleb. Surrender that sweet hole.” I started face fucking the boy again and Coach kept rabbit fucking his hole. “AWWW. I’m cumming!” Coach announced to me. “Fuuuuck! Fucking loading up this neg hole right now! AH! AH! AAAH!” Coach pushed his cock up Caleb’s butt as hard as he could while ejaculating into it. “That’s right. Charge up that hole, Coach,” I encouraged. Coach took a minute to recover and then pulled out. It was my turn. I wanted Caleb’s hole now, and pulled out the kid’s mouth to get at the foot of the bed. Coach took up the poppers and made the kid take more hits on it, while I pushed in my large old man’s pop cock into the hot jock’s tiny neg bubble butt. My cock felt wet and warm in the boy’s open and freshly seeded hole. I wanted Coach’s poz sperm to be battered in to the boy’s rectum, so I fucked him hard. Coach was happy to see me work at that. Caleb was squirming as I changed angles on him as I fucked him. After 10 minutes of boyhole abuse, I was ready to give the kid my poz seed. So, I just long-dicked Caleb as he sucked Coach’s cock. I started to feel my cum working up to my shaft and I told Coach that I was close. “Fucking add your toxic load to mine. Let’s own this boy.” As I rutted Caleb’s hole to climax, I saw that he had passed out. Coach just watched as I took the kid’s hole fully with my hard cock. “I’d like to see Poz9In take Caleb’s hole sometime,” Coach offered. “I bet that’d be hot to watch.” “Fuck yeah. But we’re gonna poz him first,” I replied. As Coach luridly spoke some more, I imagined Caleb playing left field, catching fly balls, and bending over to catch a grounder… that did it. As I imagined the uniformed Caleb bending over in left field, I exploded and flooded his tight neg hole with my own poz splooge. These power shots of poz sperm that were saved up for seven days in anticipation of pozzing Evan’s butt. Instead, they went into his teammate’s unprotected butt instead. As I shot into Caleb’s hole, I thought about how I wanted the cute outfielder knocked up with my strain, not Coach’s. I am selfish like that. I won’t get them all, no. But I want as many players on the team as I can get to be knocked up by me this season. “I’m fucking loading his hole up now, Coach,” I informed. “Fuck yeah that’s so hot!” We dressed in the apartment as Caleb snoozed away with his legs still spread apart, we both admired his hole. It looked red and open. It would’ve been hot to see our semen leaking out from the left fielder’s butt hole, but Coach and I both knew that we wanted our loads deep inside the boy. And so that’s where they stayed. We let ourselves out into the cool evening air. Now I was thinking about Evan. Before heading home, I’ll go to the sex shop to buy a new bottle of poppers. And over the week, save up another large load just for him.
  17. This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37
  18. I grew up in a town of 500 people and my father was the town minister and when I turned 18 we moved we moved to a large town as he was given a bigger ministry also this ministry had a college where I could get a free education. I just finished high school in May and we moved right in and was told about the dress code, that all males had to wear black pants with white shirts and a tie, all females wore a dress and blouse the same colors as the boys. The school gave us our orientation rules of conduct of what we can not do. NO SEX of ANY KIND NO ALCOHOL NO DRUGS NO COFFEE NO SODAS NO CURSING of ANY KIND IF YOU ARE WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX YOU MUST BE CHAPERONE Then we were told which part of the city we can go to and what parts we could not go to. One of the places we were told to never go by was is this warehouse that I can see from my bedroom. Since I was little I was always in bed by 10 pm as only the bad people are out after 10 PM I see men going to this warehouse. I take a pair of my father binoculars and watch what is going and I see this one older male dragging this boy about my age as he looks drug up. I notice my dick is rock hard and I wonder what is really going on down there, so I climb down the back staircase of this house and go over to the building. I'm on the side of the building and I hear them talking real loud and they are saying things that I have never before in my life. I hear the following things being said. Do you want this load? YES Do you want to be my son? YES Hold out your arm as I'm going to slam you. Then it is quite till I hear some moaning. Then someone says to take it you faggot bitch, Then I want your load in me deep. That is your first POZ load. So who is next and this goes on for all the time I was there and my dick is dripping from this, I'm scared and have to get back to bed before my father finds out I was over at this place that as I know this is one place that is on the list we are NEVER to go near. The first week in June the weather is always great as I sit on a bench at the school campus eating lunch as this gentleman and ask if he can sit next to me, as he does I do see he is not one of us but an outsider with his long hair, blue jeans that are very tight and low hanging. He asks me what I was doing last night and I said I was in bed at 10 PM and he laughs and said BULL SHIT as you were hanging outside the building and pulls out some pictures from the video cameras they have outside there place. You are not the first one to be interested in what is going nor will you be the last one as we catch you boys spying on us as this school is a gold mine for us, they tell you to avoid us and yet you want to hear then see what goes on inside, well we caught you and either you come by in a week or these pictures will go to your father and the school. I have no idea what to do as my parents and I are going out of the country on missionary work and they will be gone for 2 months. I find out the school also will be having a summer school schedule and I tell my parents I should be doing that and my father agrees as I need to get up to speed on the work here. I say to my self this will buy me some time to figure out what to do. My parents are leaving tomorrow as this is the last day I have to decide what I'm going to do. I really can't hide this from my father so I head over the warehouse early Saturday morning and knock on the door and this big biker dude opens the door and says kid you are early and we have been expecting you or we were going to hand your pictures your father the pictures before he got on the plane. If they had done that my father would come home and killed me. In the place, it is very open with some rooms all around and it has a second floor, the biker dude is doing some cleanup and yells for the boy who is helping him to come out. He is only wearing a small jock strap with a bug-eyed look on his face. Biker dude tells me he is glad I showed up as I will have a lot of fun here as at that school is really boring and here you will learn about what you were meant to be, I ask what am I going to be and he just lick his lips. He wants to know how tall I am weight and dick size also, I say 5ft.7 inch WT. 110 as he hands me a ruler to measure my dick as its soft he comes over and grabs me and starts to stroke my dick, I start to protest and he slaps me and says you will never repulse an advance from us again as right now you are just a worthless piece of fuck meat as he starts to rip off my clothes and forces me to drink this horrible liquid. The boy in the jock strap comes over and helps holds me down and is smiling at me with a sinister look in his eye. Biker dude is putting his finger in my ass hole and seems to be very happy as he tells the boy I have never been penetrated before but that won't last long he says. Whatever way in the liquid is having its effect on me as my mind is spinning. The boy puts a leather harness on me and strokes my dick as my will to resist is gone and anyway, it feels very good as he starts to kiss me, the biker dude grabs the boy and says he is not for you until after we get to finish with him.
  19. There'a a recent Supreme Court of Canada ruling that might complicate matters for those who want to stealth fuck, that is, to fuck without a condom without the knowledge of the sex partner. Already, pozzing is definitely against Federal Canadian law, although being poz isn't. If one is on triple therapy, and consistently uses a condom, one does not have to disclose ones serostatus. However, if your partner specifies that a condom is to be used, then it becomes part pf the act. and not agreeing to protection could be taken as non consent. [think before following links] https://www.scc-csc.ca/case-dossier/cb/2022/39287-eng.aspx [think before following links] https://decisions.scc-csc.ca/scc-csc/scc-csc/en/item/13511/index.do The SC of Canada has consistently ruled that condom use, when it is demanded, is part of the agreement, and must be adhered to.
  20. Hello Communtiy, English is not first language, so please bare with me if there a any mistakes. The Story is complete fiction. Enjoy it! Sissy Paula and Tom Chapter 1 My Name is Paula and i am 30 year old sissy. In about 1 hour i will hae sex with a guy who i met online. Thats actually nothing special anymore for me. I had several Hook-ups over the last months. But today is different. Tom is poz and he is going to poz me tonight. To be honest, this isnt my first attempt. But i always chickend out and blocked the guys, when it gets serious. But Tom hits me different from the first message on. We chatted 2 or 3 days, when he wanted to meet me. His texting got me so hot, that i agreed to meet him. Tom demanded that i have to sent him my Adress and a naughty video of me to proof that i am really interested within one day or he would block me. Then he logged off. My mind was racing and i was horny as hell. I thought about it, but within 1 hour i sent him my adress and a little video. The next morning i got an answer from Tom. Saturday 10pm. Chapter 2 Today is day. I woke up horny, excited and nervous. After my breakfast i changed into Paula. I wear a blonde wig, a black latex dress, fishnet-stockings and red pumps. My make-up was on point and i fealt very feminine and happy. The day went by in a bliss. Around 8 o'clock i got a message from Tom. It was a picture of my condo and a message. Driving home, changing, then i am going to poz your sissy ass. I shivered as i read it and decided to sent him also a picture.. I sneaked outside on the other site of the street and took a Selfie, so my condo was visible in the background and texted him back. Hey Tom, please hurry up, my sissy ass needs your poz cock. I went inside and waited in anticipation. About 10 o'clock, i heared a car parking. My heart is beating and i thought to myself: Paula, now it is time. No way out, even i if want to. I crossed way to many barriers. And truly i want this to happen tonight. The Bell is ringing. Chapter 3 I buzzed Tom in and heard him on the stairs. I awaited him at the door in a way-to-short minidress and way-to-high FuckMe Pumps. He smiled when he sees me and i my back. I smiled back. „Good evening Tom, you like what you see?“ „Oh my, what a hot looking slut you are, Paula.“ He walked straight in and as soon as the doors closed he groped my ass und kissed me. I never kissed a man to that moment, but his dominant attitude made my legs weak und I enjoyed his kiss. Still in the hallway he pushed me to my knees. „Suck my cock, you little slut!“ Skillfully and greedy i opened his fly and took his cock out and started sucking. He was very horny and it didnt take to long until his cock was rockhard. „Oh yeah, that is so good. Suck my cock and get it hard and wet, so that i can poz your sissy ass. You like that?“ My mouth was full of his cock, so looked him in the eyes, smiled and nodded with my head. Tom had devlish grin on his face. „Stand up my little slut and show me your bedroom.“ I got up and led Tom by his cock in my bedroom. „Kneel on the bed. Ass facing me.“ On the bed he lifted the skirt of my dress. He smacked my ass and balls. „You are so hot, Paula.“ I wiggled my ass in anticipation. With one Grip he ripped my G-String. When he started to lick my asshole i had to moan. He used 3 fingers to prepare and loosen my asshole for him. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. „Soon i am going to pump your sissy ass with my toxic cum. You want that?“ I could just moan. „Answer me, slut!“ „Yes“,i panted. „Say it, my little Slut.What do you want? „I want to feel your cock.“ He smacked my ass hard. WHAT DO YOU WANT? „I Want *gasp to feel *gasp your *gasp big *gasp poz cock *gasp in my *gasp neg sissy ass. *gasp“ „Please make my your poz sissy slut.“ „There you go slut. Thats whats going to happen now. Turn around, lay on your back.“ I positioned my self on the edge of the bed. He handed me a bottle of poppers. While i inhaled deeply on the poppers, Tom took off his shirt and i could now see Biohazard-Tattoo on his chest. I took more poppers and watched Tom lubing up his cock. He lifted my legs up to my chest and layed himself on me. I felt his cock probing at my asshole. He started to move and with each trust his poz cock went deeper into my slutty hole. In no time he filled me completly with his cock. I felt no shame, no fear. Just relief and excitement. His Thrust became stronger und he started to fuck me really rough. And with each of his thrust, i moaned heavier like a sissyslut. „Oh fuck. Yes. Please Fuck me. Make me your poz sissyslut. Breed me.“ „Oh Yeah you fucking slut. Now you get what you deserve. I am cumming“ He picked up his pace until he shoot his poz cum deep in my ass. I was breathing heavy and was in my own dizzy world. I still didnt cum and felt hornier then ever knowing i was probably pozzed seconds ago. So i didnt realized that Tom left before i heard the Frontdoor. It was 22.30. My first reaction were tears. I felt used. I layed on my bed for minutes and felt that my ass was leaking the poz cum I touched my ass and licked the cum from my fingers After i overcame the shock the tears gave way to a big grin on my face. I felt free and i want more.
  21. Well, I have a confirmed date, Friday 15th July I'll hopefully be taking a 750k load in my roughed up hole, let the waiting commence!
  22. *all characters are 18 or older Inspired by pm from @swimslut and a very vivid dream last night. I hope you all enjoy: My name is Mark. Im an asshole. More on that later. I'm an elite level swimmer. I am the best at my university, and I nearly made the Olympic team two years ago. As a swimmer I've traveled the country winning nearly all my heats and gotten in most podiums. I've also had numerous encounters during these events. At least one was more fateful than the rest. You see, I'm HIV positive. I don't know who gave it to me, but it's opened up a huge new horizon for me. As someone that's tested regularly for drugs, I'm not taking meds. Even though the doc at the clinic told me I needed to due to how high my viral load is. It's only gone up in the last six months since my diagnosis. I dont know how many guys I've given it to. But I had one dream target. My little brother Jake is the golden child of the family. Not just with my parents, but my entire family. It's hard to live up to the standards my little brother set, but I've taken him down a significant peg... 30 days ago Text from Andy: Yo Mark. We're have a get together at our place tonight. You should come over. I found a hot lil slut that doesn't know he's a slut yet. I popped that freshly legal cherry last night. Attached was an image of the sexiest ass I've ever seen. I need to breed this one. Reply to Andy: goddamn dude. I'd love to have a go in that boipussy. But you don't want what I got and i sure as hell don't wanna ruin my connection to the best green in the state. Andy: I hear you. As long as I get him before you, I don't give a fuck what you have. This twink isn't local so its not like im going to fuck him again. He's just here for the state swim meet. I got a new batch of the good if you wanna try. I'll let you have him for free. Party starts at 4, he'll be here after 5. Me: I'm down. I'll be there after the meet. Gotta support the my lil bro. Andy: I didn't know you had any siblings. I'll see you after the meet then. Bring some swim gear. We got a big ass pool and there will be plenty of ass for you. Me: He's a golden child, so normally I wish I didn't have a sibling. I'll catch you tonight. I took a shower and headed out of town to meet my parents at the meet. After lunch with the folks, we head to the local community college to watch Jamie. I get bored and walk around while the girls are swimming and see a couple fan boys looking at me. Lust in their eyes. I walk over and make small talk. They are aware of who I am in the swim community and one keeps licking his fat dick sucking lips. All these fine assess in speedos got me hard and this one will do. "You know where the bathroom is?" I ask the one now staring at my bulge. "Um. It's over there." And points to the main bathroom area. There are tons of people and not enough room in the stall for both of us. "That's not what I want. Where's a private bathroom or area for...dark deeds." He gives me some directions hurriedly and is breathing heavily. "You 18?" "Yes, I am Mark. Two months ago." "Show me the bathroom. I wanna discuss your technique." He glances around and grabs my hand to guide me. We get to one of the office bathrooms and he locks the door. He quickly gets in his knees and fishes my fat member out. "Jesus it's bigger than I thought. It's so big in the speedos." "That's cause it's soft in those pics, it's only a semi right now. I gotta piss." He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. I take out my phone and record him drinking my piss. "If your good enough at giving me head, I'll fuck you raw tomorrow and share it on my private Twitter." "Deal! I thought that was your account I found." "Shut up slut." I force his head on my cock and begin to face fuck him. After a few minutes I felt that all too familiar sensation in my balls. I waited until the last moment and pulled my cock out of this lil twinks mouth and shot my load all over his face. First shot went into his left eye then his hair, cheek, and chin. I shoved my cock back in his mouth for the last twitch. He continued moaning and sucking on my rod. So I pulled my phone out and took a few more pics of his cum covered face. I began recording a live video for my private snapchat of this cum covered slut sucking my cock until I had to piss again. "Hold it all you filthy whore." I stopped mid stream, "show us what's in your mouth." He opens up revealing my piss in his mouth. "Swallow." As soon as he complies, I continue pissing on his face, then his hair, and on his speedo covered cock. I stuff my cock back into my shorts and quickly make my way back to the bleachers. On my way I note a very sexy ass in a size too small speedo jiggling in front of me down the hall. Very bubbly. Tight and fit thighs. A very feminine silhouette but clearly a male competitor from my old high school. I lick my lips and take note of his height to scope out my brother's teammate for a potential hookup for this week since I'll be home for break. This is one ass I wanna destroy and whore out even. He heads to the team area and I head up the bleachers and sit next to the parents. "What took you so long?" My dad asks. "I met some fanboys, so I had to encourage them." "Okay." My dad says. My mom continue to stare almost knowingly. I smirk and try to find that great ass across the pool from us. I gander at all the fit and sexy meat. I scan down the pool looking for the familiar green and yellow speedos. "How was Jake?" My dad asks. There they are. "Umm, I'm not sure." I inspect the team more throughly. "I didn't see him." "Really?" I find the ass pointing right at me. Bent over at the hips. Hands caressing the calves as the slide their way up the legs. God this slut is perfect. Look at that flexibility. Hands make their way up the thighs. He adjusts the back of the speedo making me bite my lip as my cock awakens. He begins to turn around towards the crowd. I devour up the lithe body presenting to the crowd. My dad continues, "He walked out right in front of you coming out of the hallway." I lock eyes finally with this perfect fuck meat. My perfect little brother. Jake. He waves at us. At the predator looking for a feast.
  23. Long time reader, first time writer on here! So here goes nothing 🙂 Yes I am actually trans and I speak for me + my fantasies. Other trans guys may feel differently so please don't assume we're all like this ❤️ Chapter 1 Remy wasn't new to the city, but he was new to having his very own apartment. It was a fairly modest efficiency with no frills or luxuries other than his balcony, but it was closer to downtown which he really liked. It was to become the faggy bachelor pad of his dreams. Although a little on the shy side, Remy loved to show off - on cam, on several fetish websites, hookup apps, you name it. He lived for the attention - loved showing off his boycunt and knowing that men everywhere were getting their rocks off watching him. Sometimes the men would try to meet him to get a taste of that cunt for themselves, but all too often, he would say no. He was more about the attention and particularly picky about just who he would allow to fuck him. That said, stoned popperbating had a way of melting down any reservations he had to the point that he found himself jacking off on his balcony. Being on the 3rd floor, he figured it was just high enough that no one would actually see him, but it would be thrilling to expose himself in such a way nonetheless. And thus began his new nightly habit of going out on his balcony to smoke n stroke. At first he would look at porn on his phone and had a chair in front of him as sort of a small privacy screen. As time went on, he brought out his laptop as a better source of porn, connected his webcam to continue his love of showing off, huffing the poppers he hid under the fold of his still busty chest as he did so, legs spread wide without the chair in front to shield the view of his dripping wet cunt anymore. He'd moan quietly as people walked their dogs on the sidewalk, wondering if anyone would ever chance looking up at him stroking his cock like the exposed faggot he so desperately wanted to be. The deeper he got into his gooned out bate, the more he would seek out the filthiest, extreme, out there porn and erotica to edge to. Reading stories on breeding zone was one of his favorites as was the hypno porn that he hoped would brainwash him into the cumdump he wished he could be. Remy was having a blast with this relatively safe way to expose himself, but he found himself taking it a little further each time. When the sun came up in the wee hours of the morning, he would usually go back inside or cover up a bit in case someone did see him the light of day. Now he found himself continuing his bate anyway, sun out in its full splendor to shine a light on his drooling, gooned out bate face, legs spread wide, hairy cunt glistening with his wetness, light glinting off the metal of his piercings. I mean, it was still like 6AM, who would really be out there to see him anyway? One day, he got a message on twitter that said, "Hey faggot. I know what you like to do on your balcony. Let me use that cunt." The message came from an account with some various retweets about breeding, raw is the law, DPO, and what appeared to be an intense level of smoking judging from the clouds in the single video the user had posted. It seemed a little weird and Remy chose not to respond. He figured they only knew about his balcony adventures from the stuff he posted online. A few days went by and another message came through from the same person, "Hello again faggot. When are you going to let me use that cunt since you keep showing it off every morning? I thought you wanted to be a cumdump." Remy hesitated, going back and forth as to whether he should reply, block the guy, or once again leave him on read. He typed out a response and deleted it several times before finally settling on asking for pics. Perhaps it would be worthwhile if this guy was his type. "I thought you said you wanted to be a faggot cumdump. Why does it matter then what my cock looks like? You need to learn boy. You will meet me in the park across from your building at 9PM tonight. Don't worry about what I look like. I will find you." It was starting to get creepy so Remy blocked the account. Who the fuck was that and who do they think they are? He laughed and went about his day. That fool thought he could have power of him, but not today! Or so he thought.... At 6PM that night, a message came through from another account, "I know you think you're cute trying to block me, but you can't get rid of me that easily. Here's your fucking pic. Meet me at 9PM tonight." Remy opened the message and his heart started racing instantly. It was a photo of him jacking off on his balcony - only it wasn't a photo that he had taken, it was clearly taken from someone who was looking up at him from the street! How in the hell.... He did lose track sometimes, but couldn't recall seeing someone just staring up at him at any point during any of his bates and he definitely didn't see anyone that appeared to be taking pictures. What was he going to do? Block him again and hope for the best? Although it scared Remy to know that someone has been watching him closely, he also found himself immensely horny. He could not deny his dripping wet cunt or the way his cock twitched at the thought that someone has been watching him expose himself! He messaged the guy back and quickly received a response, "Good boy. Here are your instructions and I expect them to be followed to the letter. You need to wear loose clothing to be slipped off easily, a jock strap, bring your poppers, and sit in this alcove behind these trees. When I approach, you are to look down and DO NOT make eye contact, understood? You'll know it's me when I call out to you." Simple enough, now the excitement began to build as Remy went about getting himself ready for this meeting. He was smoking a bowl and getting ready to leave when another message came through, "By the way, don't even think about standing me up or looking at my face." Another photo was included, it was of him walking down the street dressed in his work clothes. Holy shit... It wasn't on the same block as his job but now he began to worry. Does this person know where he works too!?! He wasn't sure and he didn't want to find out, only 10 minutes left until meeting time. He bustled out the door, super baked, wearing a jock under his loose basketball shorts, sleeveless shirt, and a hat, poppers in his pocket. It didn't take him long to find the alcove and he waited by a tree. "Hey faggot. You know the drill." He was here! He looked down and adjusted his hat too so that he couldn't see the person's face as instructed. His heart was racing, but his cunt was pulsing with heat and hunger too. The man placed a hand on his back and began guiding him deeper into the alcove of trees until he reached a tree stump. "Now bend over, pull those shorts down, and let me see that cunt." He did as instructed and before he could even get comfortable, felt the head of a cock start to tease along his dripping wet slit, dipping down to rub up against the hard nub of his pierced little dicklet. A moan escaped his lips before he even fully registered what was going on. Without even thinking, he pulled the bottle of poppers out of his pocket and took a long deep huff. Mmmm. Fuck! "Good boy" The cock plunged right into his cunt without warning and Remy had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. As the man started to fuck him, he saw a flash and heard the click of a photo being taken. The light remained on and he realized that a video was being taken! The cock felt so fucking good as it plunged deep inside him. He huffed some more poppers when all of a sudden, his hole was empty, begging to be filled back up again, wanting and so very hungry.... "Please fuck me some more!" The man chuckled. "You really are a cock hungry faggot, aren't you? Now say it for the camera." But Remy hesitated even as his cock threatened to override his sensibilities. "Say it right now or I'm going home to leave you like this." Another hit of poppers, his cheeks were flushed red as he stammered out, "I... I am a cock hungry faggot!" The cock plunged back inside him hard and deep! "Good boy, keep huffing faggot" Before too long, the man grabbed his hips and began to pound him harder, grunting as he deposited his load deep inside him, causing Remy to cum hard at the same time. The man pulled his cock out of him and grabbed his hair to turn him around, shoving the cock in his mouth before Remy even had the chance to protest. "Good boy. You're going to learn that it's good to listen to me and very bad not to. You will clean my cock off like this every time I fuck you, and you will make yourself available anytime I ask. I'm going to leave then you're going to wait 5 minutes before you do the same. Remember, no peeking at my face or else." Remy pulled his shorts back up as the load dribbled out of his cunt to soak his jock, waited 5 minutes, then went home. That was fucking hot and not so bad after all, but he was a little worried about the command to make himself available whenever asked. He still wasn't sure if that guy actually knew where he worked or just saw him on his commute.... And he didn't want to find out. Nonetheless, he still found himself so horny thinking about it after he got home that he once again sat out on the balcony, using the man's cum as lube as he stroked himself to another intense orgasm. Fuckkkk. He had no idea who that was or what they looked like. It both scared him and aroused him all at once. (More to cum 😉 Hope this is a good start!)
  24. PART 1 I was working on a long term assignment in Louisville. Since it was long term, my employer saved money by leasing a house for me to use instead of a hotel room even the type that are suites. Several possible houses were visited before settling on a ranch style with a finished basement and 2-car detached garage. The place had a huge deck, a second smaller deck, landscaping beyond belief, and most importantly a swimming pool with the entire back yard surrounded by a privacy fence. Not a bad set up. Well, things went fairly well but decidedly different than what I was used to in Chicago. Decidedly is such an understatement. I backwashed the pool after brushing the floor and sides and letting the filter system overnight clean the water. I went back in the house going to retrieve from the kitchen an apple to eat. As I passed the top of the steps to the basement, I realized that something was amiss. I went downstairs and found that from the floor drain sewer water was backing into the combination laundry and furnace room. This had to be water from the backwash I had just done. So, early the next morning (Thursday) I placed a call to the landlord receiving the name of the plumbing company to call. I did so and arranged for first call the next day (Friday) which surprisingly was available on such short notice. Next, I notified my supervisor that I would be late arriving to work because of the plumbing issue. Since I was going to be late arriving to work the next day, I decided to see about having some fun. I went home and did a thorough flush of my own system before heading out. There is an ABS across the river in Indiana. I got there about 9:00 and did a slow walk through. From what I counted, about a dozen men occupying the peep show area. I knew right off that there were definitely three I had an interest in and hoped to capitalize on that if I were lucky enough. I made my way back through the hallways and cruised the first of the three I had liked. He got the hint and at least was receptive to my cruising. We walked on to the third cross hallway with each of us taking a booth that shared a glory hole. I deposited a few tokens and slipped my shorts and t-shirt off laying them on the stool. I removed the bottle of lube from my shorts and applied a light coating. Kneeling down, I looked through the glory hole and saw this man had also stripped. Nice body on him and nice cut cock as well. He was white, about 6 feet tall, short-cropped light hair, furry chest, arms, and legs, dark eyes, and clean shaven. He stood there stroking his cock which by now had bloomed to a nice looking 7 inches or so. He moved toward the glory hole and slowly pushed his cock through to my waiting mouth where I swallowed it whole. His cock was bathed in my mouth for several minutes as we both settled into a routine of mutual satisfaction. I slid on and off his cock giving it the best possible with such a partition between us. I felt his cock being pulled out of my mouth and back through the hole. He bent down to the hole and said, "Do you get fucked?" "Yes, but no condoms and the load goes in my ass," I replied. He grinned and stood up lining up the point of his cock at the glory hole. I quickly stood, turned around, and pulling my ass cheeks as far apart as possible, backed up to the hole bending over for access. I braced myself on the opposite wall as I immediately felt his cock head pushing on my hole. More pressure was applied eventually resulting in his cock tip spreading open my sphincter allowing the entire head of his cock to enter my ass. He stopped momentarily but began pushing forward once more slowly until his cock was buried as far in my ass as the wall allowed. I felt him flex his cock a few times and then began his delivery dance. Fucking and being fucked in a peep show booth is testy at best. This man was in no hurry and neither was I. We both were going to get what we needed. He withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside me then pushed back inwards. Repeating this several times stirred my insides to action which was to coat his cock with a thin coating of fuck juices he was creating. More in and out of my ass which was feeling great about this time. It had been months since I had been fucked. I was spoiled in Chicago getting fucked at least once a day and sometimes more. My fucker's rhythm continued in and out until his ball band upped the tempo of the music to which he was dancing. He picked up on the speed and began his in and out faster. He continued his fucking with ever increasing his speed in a slow imperceptible mode until it became obvious that his once gentle in and out was now at full throttle driving home to completion. I adjusted and braced myself for the now last throes of fucking that I was getting. My fucker was now pounding into my ass and slamming his pelvis into the plywood wall making a hard impact "THUD" sound which anyone who has been in such a business knows what such a sound means. Then, the telltale verbal coming from the next booth began. It was an almost imperceptible open-mouthed panting followed by a grimaced grunt as the last "THUD" was heard in the place. He shoved his now fully inflated and hardened 7-inch swollen cock into my ass as far as he could holding it there as salvo after salvo after salvo of his gooey sticky white DNA fled his balls flowing through his cock splattering on the inside of my gut. Each flood of his baby making juices coated my insides smearing themselves all over my intestine and forced further inside me as well as spread back along the head of his cock. I could feel his deposit slowing but was not ready to end this and neither was he. We stayed coupled in this way with me now sweating as I was sure he was until there were no more signs from his cock that there was anything left. To be sure, I gently squeezed on his cock as he slowly pulled it from my ass hesitating only when the head of his cock reached my hole. He slowly pulled it backwards and once released I quickly pulled off the wall and knelt at the hole shoving my open mouth to the hole where I was rewarded with the goo-covered cock being pushed into my mouth. I bathed it solemnly pulling off it when I believed there was nothing remaining to clean. "Thanks, man. Damn good ass," I heard. "Any time. Here's my card. Give me a call if you want to repeat this in comfort." I replied. I pulled one of my personal cards from my shorts pocket and passed it to him through the hole. We both dressed and left our booths at the same time. He departed, and I went hunting for one of the other two men I hoped would fuck me. I found one and did my cruising but found no interest. Each to his own. The third man I went hunting for several minutes but never found a trace of him. I presumed that he departed while I was being fucked. So, I continued my wandering the halls. Nothing struck my fancy or taste and had decided to leave and began walking toward the exit. As I neared the exit door to the main display room for this ABS, around the corner came this man that immediately caught my attention. He was as black as charcoal, stood about six feet four or so, over 200 pounds, Van Dyke, and shaved head. He had on--barely--a cut off t-shirt, jogging shorts, and flip-flops. He "clacked" along the hall, and I heard him before he had rounded the corner and continued on after he had stopped short before running over me. We stood facing each other momentarily looking directly into the eyes of the other. I knew I was not leaving until I at least had made an effort at hooking up with this giant. As I said, he did walk around me and continued down the hall. I turned around and began following. After about 15 steps or so, he glanced backwards but continued on with me at a respectable distance but definitely following. He went to the last cross hall and began walking down it. This particular row of booths have no glory holes. I hoped he would go back up the far side hall and into a booth that did have a glory hole, but he didn't. He stopped at a booth, pulled open the door, glanced back at me, nodded, and entered the booth. I finished the distance between me and the door that he had entered. I discreetly looked in the cracked door as he turned looking at me. He waved me in and enter I did closing and locking the door behind me. It was close but who cared. He shoved what must have been all of his tokens in the machine, flipped through the channels until he found a movie of a black male top and a white male bottom. He left no room for doubt what was going to happen here . . . and I was not going to disagree or object. For such a large man, he quite adeptly pulled his t-shirt up over his head, then, holding onto the shirt, inserted his thumbs into his jogging shorts pushed them and a jock strap down to the floor. He had stepped out of his flip-flops kicking them into a corner, stepped out of his shorts and jock, and stood upright once more. What I saw hanging in front of him was amazing. He had shaved all his pubic hair off and from what I could see all the pubic hair off his now drooping ball sac which hung pendulously with two large orbs. In front of that drooping ball sac hung an equally black fat uncut cock with a vein running almost the entire length on top that was almost as large as a #2 pencil. It had to be at least 9 inches if not more in length. I raised my eyes to meet his as I kicked off my sandals as I began pulling my t-shirt over my head. I also removed my shorts as he had done. When I stood upright, I could see a slight smile on his face. I reached out taking his clothes and put all of them on the stool. He stepped forward taking my ears into his hands. He moved his hands over my body touching first one part and then another. He physically felt and inspected me in detail including turning me around and inspecting my backside. Once satisfied, he turned me around to face him once more. Not a word had passed between us. "Didn't think there would be anyone here and almost didn't come," he said quietly in a voice that resonated from deep within him. His voice ever so matched his massive body. "Glad you came, too. Been here long?" "Awhile. Going to work late tomorrow and thought I'd try this place again after a long time and no luck," I replied. "Any luck tonight?" he asked. "Hooked up with one guy earlier and was leaving when you came in. So far my luck is holding out for a second guy," I replied challenging him. "Ahhh. And, what luck did you have with him?" he asked. "Luck enough to suck his cock and get it shoved in my ass for a good hard fucking and load of his cum," I answered honestly. I'm always too honest. He stepped closer now wrapping his arms around me pinning mine to my side. He slid his arms down until his hands reached my ass where he grabbed each cheek in one hand and squeezed. I raised my arms at this time and put them around his neck making the last distance between us disappear. He kneaded my cheeks for awhile as we stood together. Then, he began a backwards step. I left my hands on his shoulders as he brought his hands to the front of me. He placed his left hand on my right hip and took his right hand as he bent downward slightly and put it between my thighs. I moved my feet further apart and squatted slightly as well. We continued to look at each other. His right hand moved slowly between my upper thighs until I could feel his fingers touching my ass. I bent my knees slightly keeping my lowered position. I felt his fingers exploring my ass as if they were insect antennae. Once his touch located the desired spot for which he was hunting, he took his thick calloused middle finger and began inserting it where he blindly thought was my hole. He continued a somewhat gentle pressure until at last the tip of his manly finger caused the collapse of the rim encircling my hole. Once the rim collapsed, it followed that he sensed the exact location and homed in on the vulnerable spot inserting fully without fanfare and by this time very little lube the entire length of his worn middle finger attached to his great working hand. The rough entry dilated my ass melting it into submission and made known to this great hulk of a man by the gently quiet moan of ecstasy and lustful desire I emitted as I settled downward onto his middle finger as it invaded my ass. His head turned slightly upwards to look at my face as I turned my own head to face him. A slight smile crept onto his lips as my eyes begged for more. He began moving his finger around and around inside me poking and prodding and probing in search of the known contents of my previous invader. He felt the now liquid form of the once sticky glue-like deposit that had been made which had by now melted into a thin liquid coating my gut and now his finger. More and more he played inside my ass as I almost swooned at his touch. He was a man with a great purpose and knew precisely what I had done before we met and knew precisely what he was doing now to me for his gratification. A very light sweat began forming on me. I held onto his neck for stabilization and used my firmly planted feet in support of my not losing my balance. Too soon and yet with regret I felt his meaty finger being withdrawn. He quickly brought his hand between us as he stood fully upright with my rising to match him. He raised his finger between us looking at it and then back to my eyes. He turned his hand so that his wet finger pointed at me; I opened my mouth and accepted it nursing on it savoring the taste of the man who had fucked me earlier. I gave homage to that act of wanton sexual perverse copulation glorying in what had taken place hoping to provoke a repeat with this man. "I'm not going to ask because it is obvious. But, you need to be bred again. You need my strain in there to mix and mutate. You need it, and you're going to get it. But, I need to be sure of course that you're really primed for it." he said quietly in his deep bass voice. I only stared in utter submission and acceptance . . . and delight. He pulled his finger from my mouth, reached over for the stool putting it in an off centered position of our booth, and directed me over the stool where I dangled perilously. Unceremoniously, once more I felt his rough middle finger touch my ass hole at the precise center as once more he fully inserted this middle finger full length as fast as possible until his fist abruptly came to a halt by hitting my ass. Despite having been inside me once this insertion was not gentle but not the worst of all insertions ever made in my ass. It was pleasurably rough. He twisted and turned his finger now yanking it outward and shoving it back inward as quickly as the first time as I lay on the stool. He finger fucked my ass for a very long time but finally slowed long enough on an outward pull to insert his index finger which without actually seeing it was as equally as rough worn and calloused as his middle finger. He now used both fingers which had stretched my hole wider naturally. After a possible couple dozen insertions, he once more stopped fully inserted in my ass. I had held still and made every effort to keep the stool from tumping over with each thrust made into my ass. "Get ready, bitch. You're going to be primed up certain now," he spoke loud enough for me to hear. With that, he went to work on my intestines by scraping his fingernails the full length from inside me to my ass hole and by twisting his fingers sideways. He moved his two rough but now slick fingers all over my insides by contorting his body into different yoga positions so that no portion of any part of my intestine had not been scraped, scratched, nicked, poked or probed by his two fingers and from the time he spent doing his work he must have done each area at least twice. Satisfied, I felt his finger tips straighten as he withdrew them from my ass. I glanced backwards though viewing upside down his gargantuan charcoal black cock which by now was turgid and had a long string of pre-cum hanging downward. I could feel my own cock reacting in a similar fashion as the evidence of my own pre-cum seeping out suddenly released from the weight of the string of pre-cum and snapped off dropping off onto the floor. I looked downward at the floor once more thinking that this was how we were going to finally fuck but felt his left manly hand on my shoulder pulling on it. I struggled upward with his assistance and got to my feet. Turning me further to face him, he shoved his two fingers into my eyesight. I saw a very pink liquid coating on them and quickly looked directly into his eyes and raised the corner of my lips in a knowing smile. He offered his fingers to me, and I accepted them licking them clean tasting his handiwork. He withdrew them soon enough pushing me back away from facing him. I became a rag doll allowing him to position and move me around to his liking. We soon were positioned so that I was facing a side wall and his back was to the opposite side wall allowing us both to view the movie at our leisure though not much viewing was done by me. I never asked how much he watched it. "Put your hands on the wall and bend over. I like to fuck standing up or in unusual positions or places." I reached out spacing my hands apart and bent over. He moved quietly behind me. I felt his right hand at my shoulder. "Turn your head," he said. I obeyed seeing his jock strap now being balled up in his hand. I opened my mouth and felt the dry material being stuffed inside my mouth. I accepted it but began to stuff and rearrange it suiting my taste and finally had it positioned for maximum use. I knew what a gag meant, and this behemoth knew it would be needed. He leaned in close and said, "Brace yourself. No lube but what's in you, and you know what that means me going in. We're going to bounce you down on my cock all the way just to see how much more we can prep that ass of yours. You'll need that jock of mine; use it but keep your mouth closed by clamping down on your teeth 'til they hurt. Lock your jaws closed tight. I'm going to bend down and then you back your hole up to my tip. Settle your hole on good so it goes straight in. NO PULLING OFF. You do and I'll ram in your ass balls deep in one shove; you don't want that. My hands are going to be on the wall behind me to hold me up. That's where the bouncing on comes in. When I say 'bounce', you raise up just a little then drop your ass down, and I'll push my cock up. We're going to tear your ass up but then we'll have some real fun. Okay?" I shook my head yes and revelled at the thought of this entry and fuck. I was certain that this was going to be extremely painful but would be worth every nerve ending sent into sensory overload. I began to clamp my teeth together as the sweat began gathering on my skin in anticipation. My fucker positioned himself as I adjusted myself to match his position. I finally took my right hand off the wall reaching behind me guiding my ass downward the last few inches until I felt his cock. I matched up the two making them come together as directed as I repositioned myself to be sure that his now fully stiffened cock was pointing directly at my ass hole so that there would be a direct entrance once the sphincter was breached. I thought about my earlier fuck and hoped that would make this entrance at least somewhat easier though I quietly doubted it. I moved my hand back to the wall. "Ready?" I took a deep breath and shook my head yes. "Okay. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" I knew that until I was firmly seated on his cock or at minimum the head of his cock this first bounce was the most risky since if I raised up too much the chance of a misalignment of his cock head to my ass hole would result in a huge jolt of pain. That thought both excited and terrified me. But, almost instinctively I raised upwards just enough because I never lost the physical touch of his cock head and downward I plunged my ass in a short jabbing motion. At the exact same time of my plummet down, my booth mate began an upward jab. The result was we impaled my ass onto his cock about a couple of inches made possible by the beautiful hood which had easily slid backwards once it had been forced in my hole despite having no lube. Oh, yes, to be sure there was resistance but downward and upward pressure prevailed. I can not describe the delicious pain which triggered an automatic reflex to scream to match the screaming my ass was doing signalled by my sphincter tightening around his behemoth much as a python constricting a prey. I held steady in place not removing myself but enduring--and loving--every scream that I made in my throat keeping my mouth clamped shut and lips seemingly sealed with glue. As we rested, the stars began to fade, and I began to relax. I heard quiet chuckling behind me as most of the stars disappeared. "Good man. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" Once more I rose up more confident this time reaching my maximum height as I realized that I was pulling his cock skin taut and then plunged downward once more. He once more at the same moment made his upward thrust as I dropped down. Another two inches or so impaled. Again the pain, clamping my teeth and screaming. Again, tensing my body. But not pulling off this beginning of a fuck. It was now as my screaming halted that I realized I knew how high I could go before dropping down. I also realized that as he was behind watching. He saw my raising up and knew the split second moment that I had reached my uppermost limit. He had super perception to begin his upper thrust instantaneously before my downward plunge so that we would maximize our effort of impaling my ass onto his cock. The man was a genius! "Good man. Going great. Looks like your ass could take a champagne bottle now." I thought, "You mean it isn't?" "Once more. This time with some gusto. Let's see if we can set a record for how much goes in that ass of yours. You ready?" I shook my head yes and physically adjusted myself on the wall and in my stance. "Okay. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" For the third time, I lifted myself upwards and made an extra effort pulling myself upwards off his cock. As I hovered over him, I knew he was watching me and from an unknown source I released a low sustained grunt at the end of which I pushed upwards on the wall as I rammed my ass downwards as hard as I could considering my physical position. True to form, this man was watching me and listening to me and knew the signs of when I was going to explode down onto his cock. He met me with his upward thrust sending another three inches into my ass and sending me all through the same wonderful contortions that had visited me twice before. For the third time, I was resplendent with pain and lust quieting to acceptance in shorter time than previously incurred. This time though my nerve endings were beginning to become accustomed to such behavior. Despite injecting fifty percent more in my ass this attempt the return was not the same as the first two and the recovery was faster. My brain was letting go and accepting my fate . . . and deep lustful desire to be full impaled on this beautiful man. My soon to be fucker was in tune to my recovery and was ready himself. "Okay. Almost done. Make this the best one yet. Drive that ass down hard! Let's get this connection made. I got babies to make with you. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" I obediently complied pulling myself upward stretching as I could despite my legs and thighs now cramping from the exaggerated position they had been in for such a long time but the pain they generated was insignificant and immaterial because of the payoff I was going to get. I drove myself in a frenzied backwards and down motion feeling just a slight moment before the release of the strain I felt at my ass hole when the upward pressure was relieved by my fucker's beginning upward thrust with equal speed and determination. There was no time now for the silly pain that had plagued me before. This was it. I was fully impaled on his cock which had grown and fully stiffened during our foreplay. We had heard my ass hit his bare crotch area and we both felt the skin of the other. He grunted deeply as I at the exact same moment released a guttural moan of completion satisfied in what we had just done. I felt him moving as he began walking up the wall with his forearms and hands. I moved forward a slight bit to give him room for rising to his full height once more. His rough gouged working hands once more attached themselves to me. His right hand held my right hip as his left hand took my left shoulder in its clutches. We each shuffled around on the floor adjusting ourselves for comfort. He leaned over my back coming close to the back of my head. "Didn't think you'd make it. Glad you did; I know you're glad too. He-he! Now, gonna lay some big black prime pipe in there and make lots of room for Daddy's baby making juice. Knock you up good. Bet your jaws hurt the way you clamped down on your teeth. I heard all that but you're damn good and fine." he said in my ear pulling his body upright as he finished. "Hang on, bitch. This ride is just starting." With that last comment, I felt his now fully inflated black cock yanked from its sheath--my ass--and shoved back in all the way in less than a half second and the action repeated at least twice more before my brain processed fully the pain signals it was receiving. He continued on with his Indy race car piston fucking as I doubled my fists and stiffened into rigor mortis body mode throttling my own lung induced screams once more as I clamped harder still my teeth fully shut salivating all over his now soaked jock which was still stuffed in my mouth prohibiting the outward burst of my emotions as I squeezed closed my eyes creating an entire new universe of stars seen only by me as I passed into a dark place of sheer joy and elation. What seemed like days of his rough calloused workman's hands holding onto my left shoulder and right hip as his blood engorged now shiny black cock invaded and escaped my ass left my mind to fly at supersonic speed in its race through all the emotions of extreme life threatening pain that mixed so clearly with the endorphin enhanced pleasures of feeling that massive tree trunk that was doing its job in my ass. I noticed finally that my rigor mortis was lessening as my sweat production leveled off allowing me to begin my steady flight of lustful delight in enjoying this fucking I was receiving. I swallowed several times to moisten my throat. My head began to wobble and bob. My arms sagged a bit leaning me slightly closer to the wall I was facing. I began a low almost indistinguishable guttural moan and gasp as my mind took charge fully focusing on my fucker and the job he was doing. I stiffened my resolve to meet every inward thrust from this man. Hearing my sounds of approval and acceptance spurred my fucker on. He now grabbed me by both hips and drove his hardened black cock in and out of my ass as he had been doing non-stop from when he had begun. As soon as he had grabbed both my hips, I adjusted my hands on the wall and braced myself for his further invasions. I continued my deep throated groans giving assent to his fucking as he pummelled my hole giving great pleasure to both of us. I finally had the tempo of his in and out and began a slight backward thrust shoving my ass onto his forward marching cock time after time after time. Neither of us would be deterred. "Only . . . a . . . brief . . . look . . . at . . . you . . . when . . . I . . . rounded . . . that . . . corner . . . but . . . knew . . . we . . . were . . . going . . . to . . . get . . . a . . . booth . . . together . . . and . . . fuck," he said as he punched his cock repeatedly in my ass as if each entry were an exclamation mark for each word. "Didn't . . . think . . . you . . . were . . . up . . . to . . . the . . . fun . . . but . . . you . . . proved . . . you're . . . a . . . hot . . . piece . . . of . . . ass . . . to . . . breed. By now his fucking had somewhat slowed a bit but was still delicious. He now was in a slower mode but one that emphasized the inward thrust as if he were punctuating his now growing urgency to complete his mission. Slower still his fucking motions became noticeable until at last he would pull his cock fully out of my ass until just the bare tip of his now naked cock head was still inside me. I could now feel the extra skin that belonged over his cock head easily sliding along inside me with each of his punctuated fucking motions. Still slower he fucked but with each inward slam the thrust became more vicious, hard, and deeper until I was sure that I would be bruised. I also realized that surely all of his foreplay with his two fingers had done their work and by now I was at least oozing blood into my intestine mixing with created fuck juices and pre-cum. I didn't mind as long as he was satisfied. Then, he pulled his cock to the edge of my hole and stopped. I heard and felt him breathing heavily. I could tell he was as wet as I was with his own sweat but I was also on the receiving end of his as it dripped off him onto me. Better still: I would take all his body fluids. He then doubled his grip on my hips and slammed into me the hardest he had done pushing me off balance. He continued this imbalance and shoved me against the wall flat as he moved up behind me raising his hands up to mine which were now stretched upwards on the wall. We stood there connected by his now spitting cock. I felt him unleashing a torrent of his self-confessed poisoned DNA into my ass, and I relished each deposit made. I moved my right hand to my mouth pulling his jock from my mouth as my tongue pushed from inside. As soon as it was fully removed, I said quietly to him, "Thank you; thank you; thank you. Fill my ass up with that poison of yours so that it can become a part of me. Mark me and make me yours. Feed me your manna. Pump me full." We stayed in this position for quite some time cooling off as well as coming down from our highs as indeed his cock continued to fill my ass with his baby making fluid. I heard his heavy breathing which matched my own. We came down from the high-pitched fuck that we had just gone through and allowed for all the slow swimmers to get as far as possible through his now not so hard black cock. Eventually, he pulled our hands down from the upper part of the wall but remained pressed up against me. Neither of us wanted to separate. But separate we did. I bent over deeply once we had stepped away from the wall so that he had the best position of removing his cock. As the head reached my ass hole, he stopped, and I tensed my sphincter. He gently pulled the remainder of his cock out of my ass with a definite "splat" sound hitting the floor. We knew that sound and knew what it meant. "Don't move," he said. I felt him quickly kneeling and watched upside down as he scooped up the blob of pinkish liquid. I got down on my hands and knees and waited. I felt his fingers that I had seen with this liquid near my hole and felt them push easily inside me. He fingered my hole several times pulling it free at last. I quickly turned around grasping his hand and sucked his fingers clean until he removed them from my mouth. I turned to his cock and began ministering to it licking and sucking it as clean as possible. I knew my mouth was going to be a mess . . . and it was. But, he pulled me up from the floor and began licking my face. This turned into kissing and we shared deep tongue entangling kisses as we prepared to go our separate ways. "I'd like to get your number and will give you mine if you fuck more than once," he said. "Just give me some paper and a pen or pencil. Oh, right. I don't think either of us has that here. But, I do in my car. And, I for sure want to fuck with you more." I replied. I knew I didn't have but the one personal card on me. We dressed in silence and walked slowly out of the ABS. At my car, we got in, and I got a pad and pen that I always have. I quickly wrote my name, address, and phone number on the top sheet tearing it off and handing it to him along with the note pad. He wrote his name and number returning the pad and pen to me. I tore off the page putting it in my wallet. We sat there a moment. "I am serious about wanting to fuck you some more," he said. "You like to be fucked as much as I like to fuck, and you can take it. Most guys can't take more than one load from me because of the pain, but you took three." I stared at him. "What do you mean I took three? You only shot one load in my ass or are you counting when you were finger fucking me?" I laughed. "You got three loads of cum from me. I don't stop fucking on the first two loads, and they aren't easy to detect when I deliver them. Most guys usually get one out of me but because of how I fuck they can't take the pain, so, I have to find a couple more guys to fuck. I have trouble stopping at just one load." he said. "Any time you want to fuck, call me. Here, let me put my work number on there as well. I am serious about our fucking again. But, next time, how about at my house? We'll have some privacy and a lot more comfort. Although I do love the sleazy side of things. And, I can not believe you pumped three loads in my ass. Although it does explain why I feel so slick," I offered. "I'll give you a call this weekend if you are up for it," he said grinning. "If I'm not, I'll have some rope ready for you. Pump those three and more in me." We both laughed. He opened the door and moved out. He winked at me, closed the door, and strode off to another part of the parking lot. I started my car, backed out of my space, and headed my car to the road and home. He pulled out onto the highway behind me. He followed me over the bridge and continued on south on I-65. I merged onto Watterson, and he continued south. I mentally reviewed my visit to Theatre X and decided it was a definite trip worth making. Perhaps I had only run into a dry spell when I stopped going. I may have to return there and be more patient. So, to bed I went when I got home. I had a plumber to deal with in the morning and had to get to work when the plumber was finished. I was a happily fucked man but wished quietly that I had invited him home with me. I could sure use a good cock in my ass for a nightcap.
  25. One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )
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