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This is a continuation of this story which you probably want to read first: When Jim parked in front of my house, the reality of the situation finally hit me; I was about to confront my dad about his sexuality. I had never done anything like this in my life so far and I had no idea what I was going to say or how he was going to react. Jim must have known what I was thinking because he was looking at me and trying to find the right words himself. “Look, kid, just talk to your dad. No matter how “experienced” he is, this is all as new to him as it was to you when we went up to the campgrounds a few days ago.” Weird to think that, but I doubt that my dad had been out chasing POZ loads while I was away. “When he talked to me in Pulman’s a while back, he was happy because he knew that he could count on me to be his friend, regardless of the situation. He needs to know the same thing from you now. That’s all.” He was right. Jim had been there for me, and yeah, my dad too, had been there for me in hard times, but now I need to be there for him. “You’re right. Thanks, Jim.” I said, finally feeling a little more evened out. “But… what about the POZ thing?” “You mean about us fucking POZ loads into you like the rapture was going to happen tomorrow?” I laughed a bit at that and nodded. “I have a feeling that your dad may know more about that than you may think. He’s not a stupid man, Aaron; I told him I was POZ at the bar, and he knows your gay. Those two things don’t necessarily mean that we’d knock up his kid the second we had him alone, but I’m sure that he knows that it was a possibility.” I was still a bit concerned, and I think Jim knew it, “one thing at a time though, kid. He doesn’t need to know that immediately, but it probably is something that you’re going to have to eventually tell him. If you want me there when you do, I can be there. You know where to find me.” I was able to see his house just down the road from our driveway. “Now that I know about him, would you sleep with my dad if he asked you? Technically you wouldn’t be sneaking around with him.” Jim seemed to think about it for a second. “Hmm. Your dad is a hot DILF, but I’d only do it, or him, if you were comfortable with the idea. Would it bother you?” I didn’t even have to think about it; the thought of Jim and my dad’s bodies tangled in a ball of hardcore man sex was incredibly hot to me. “Not at all. It’d probably be really hot to see actually,” I said coyly. “Oh god, I’ve made you into a complete deviant,” Jim said with a smile on his face. “And proud to be one,” I said. “Come here,” Jim said before leaning and kissing me. When we broke our kiss, he cupped my face, “now go on, boy. You’re other dad’s waiting for you.” He said, nearly growling. I finally got out of his car and waved bye as he backed out of our driveway. Just as he was pulling into his own driveway, I was heading inside with my bags from the camping trip. Thinking about it now, every square inch of my sleeping bag was probably drenched in cum. When I got to my room, which was on the other side of the house from my dad’s room, I unfolded it and inspected it a little closer than I had cared to do at the campground. Sure enough, there were cum stains all over the lining of it. I wondered if any of it was Quin’s. He gave me a number and I told him that I would find him on Facebook as soon as I got home which I did as soon as I rolled my sleeping bag back up. I hadn’t even unpacked my other bags when I noticed that he had already accepted my friend request. I smiled at that. That’s when I heard it; a moan. It was faint, but I had heard enough men moaning over the last couple of days to be able to pick up on it. I took off my shoes and slowly and silently made my way over to my dad’s room. Sure enough, there was my dad’s ass flexing as he fucked a man in his bed. His glutes were huge and were working overtime as he began to jackrabbit the man’s ass with his cock. The man seemed to let all pretense of subtlety go and began moaning loudly. I remembered the dream I had while we were camping; my dad was fucking me and commanding me to call him daddy. Actually seeing my dad fucking was even hotter than my mind could have ever let me dream. “You want my load?” My dad growled at the man he was fucking. “Fuck yeah, Shane! Shoot that fucking load up my cunt!” The man growled back. Then my dad’s ass contracted as he pushed his cock in all the way in the man’s ass and started to fill him with my family’s seed. Then my dad collapsed on the guy and started to make out with him. That was my queue to get back to my room. When I closed my door, I noticed that I was rock hard, so I immediately pulled my shorts down and began to jack off. The sight of my dad’s ass as he plowed a guy and the way his balls and taint pulsed as he delivered his load flashed through my eyes and had me cumming in my other hand in seconds. Without thinking about it, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked up the splooge. I wondered if it was positive cum as it ran down my throat and the thought nearly got my quickly softening cock back up to full attention. It had only been a few hours since someone had fucked me but I already missed having a cock up my ass. Just as I was coming down my post-climax high, I heard steps on the tile floor of the entryway and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. I could hear my dad tell the man he was with “bye.” Before too long, I heard him heading towards my room and I noticed that I still had my shorts down around my ankles. I tried to pull them up in time, but before I could get them passed my knees, I heard my dad open the door behind me. “Whoah!” We both said, nearly in unison. I looked behind me just as I saw him comically avert his gaze, though maybe taking half a second longer than most fathers would have I noticed. My hole and balls were completely exposed to him for that brief second. “Umm, welcome home, son.” “Yeah, hi, dad. Sorry,” I buttoned up my shorts and zipped up my fly, “I was just getting dressed.” “Oh, well yeah, sorry. I should have knocked, but I wasn’t 100% sure that you were here at all, just thought I heard something over here.” I wondered if I had moaned when I came, but I couldn’t seem to remember. He went in to hug me and for the brief second that we were pressed together, I noticed that we were both chubbed still. And on top of that, I guess I didn’t get all of my cum off of my hand so when I wrapped my arm around him, I left a small streak of cum on the back of the shirt that he was wearing. I saw it when he turned around to leave and I nearly burst out laughing. “I’ll start dinner,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen. With that, my internal laughing fit stopped. I knew that that would probably be the best time to talk to him. I passed the time by texting Jim what happened, or more what I saw. Jim: Damn, that’s hot, kiddo. Me: Yeah, he was really giving it to the guy. I had to knock one out myself when I got back to my room. Don’t think they saw me, though. Jim: My little [banned word]! I’ve trained you well! Me: I’m going to talk to him tonight at dinner. Jim: You ready for that? Me: Yeah, I think I am. I’m more nervous about the POZ thing… and if he noticed the cum I left on his shirt when he came in for a hug. Jim: What?! I’m going to have to give you a spanking next time I see you for that! Jim: Cum goes in asses and mouths! Not on clothing! Me: lol Maybe by the time I see you I’ll have been bad some more 😉 Just then, my dad called me for dinner and I knew that it was showtime. I changed into something a bit more comfortable, a tank and some basketball shorts with some torn up underwear that I desperately need to retire underneath. After a few days of camping and small meals, the meal before me looked like a feast; baked chicken, salads, and green beans. As we ate, I told him about all the hiking that Jim, Henry, and I did (leaving out the hardcore sex.) I even told him that I even found a boyfriend out there. He lit up when I described Quin and said that he couldn’t wait to meet him. That’s when I decided to bring it up. “So… who was the guy you were with earlier?” He coughed and nearly choked on the chicken that he had in his mouth. For what felt like a solid minute, he didn’t say anything; he just stared at the food on his plate. I could practically hear the gears in his head spinning at a million miles per hour, trying to think of what to say. “Jim told me about running into you at the Pulman,” I said as calmly as possible. His eyes seemed to get even wider and still continued to say nothing. “Dad?” “How… how much did you see earlier?” “Well, I didn’t get to see all of it, but enough to see and hear you dumping a load into the guy you were with.” That was probably a bit too blunt. He blushed brighter than I had ever seen him blush. Our kitchen table was pretty small, so I reached over and put my hand on his arm to get his attention. He finally looked up into my eyes. “Hey, it’s ok. There’s nothing to scared about here.” “I’m not scared… just embarrassed, I guess. I didn’t want you to have to find out this way.” “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, dad. It’s just who you are just like I am the way I am. You’ve always loved me, and something like this wouldn’t stop me from loving you.” “I’m guessing Jim told you about how everything started with your mom, right?” “Yeah, he did.” “That’s more that I’m embarrassed about; the fact that I couldn’t keep her… well… satisfied….” “That’s not your fault. Mom had her own kinks, and evidently, so did you. There’s no shame in someone exploring their kinks. Maybe all the arguing could have been avoided if both of you had been willing to talk about your kinks and sexualities a little more openly, but, in the end, what happened happened. But answer this for me: Ever since you’ve gotten to explore this side to yourself more freely, would you say that you feel… I don’t know… a bit more liberated? Free?” “Actually, yeah. Except when I had to lie to you.” “I would say that “you didn’t have to lie to me,” but I remember being where you were.” “I always felt that I was different when I was growing up, but everyone around me was so damn straight that even though I may have thought about kissing one of the other boys I was friends with growing up, I ended up idealizing them and wanting to do what they did, like fuck girls. Oops.” My dad rarely cursed around me so he blanched again at his swear. “Ok, let’s get this out of the way: Cock, dick, balls, scrotum, ass, cum, jizz, fuck, shit, cunt, pussy, taint,” I said while looking directly at my dad, “I just saw you seed a guy’s ass while he begged for you to fill his “cunt,” you’re not really going to shock me, dad. Especially at the week I just had.” He laughed before he caught what I said at the end. Oh shit. “What do you mean by that? What else happened on the trip?” “Well,” it was my turn to squirm and squirm I did; I tried to avoid eye contact, and he could tell that I was trying to think of a billion different things to talk about. He just sat there and waited for me to answer. “Well, since I turned 18, I asked Jim to… well… take my virginity.” I mumbled that last part out. “What? Really?” “Yeah. We spent the first day or so just us, going at it like crazy, and then Henry arrived and he joined in too. And then I met Quin, and I’m pretty sure I took his virginity.” “They didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, did they?” My dad asked me with a super serious look on his face. I had kind of expected this; I was an 18-year-old kid that just admitted to being fucked “like crazy” by his way older neighbors. “No, Jim nor Henry would ever do anything like that. They both had been there for me so much when you and mom were fighting that it felt right for it to be them. They’re both good men, dad,” his expression softened. “Yeah, they are. And I’m sorry that we kinda ignored you a lot when we were fighting all the time. That wasn’t right of us to do. There’s no excuse for it,” he said before a guarded look came across his face again, “Wait, aren’t Jim and Henry HIV positive?” “Yeah, they are.” “Did they use condoms?” And here was the other topic that I knew was going to be a tough one to get through. “No,” his eyes immediately shot open wide just like they did when I told him that I had seen him plowing a man earlier, “the year before I had spied on Henry fucking Jim in the camp showers. Just as Henry was about to cum, I heard Jim beg for him to infect him, to fill him full of POZ cum.” As I continued, my dad only looked more and more confused, “We had talked earlier that night, and I couldn’t understand in the slightest why Jim was trying to get infected, but when I saw them at that moment, I understood; they were forming a connection that could never be broken or severed. They were putting so much trust in each other to be there for the other that they were willing to face this scary thing, a disease, together. I wanted that bond, and I wanted it with them.” “That sounds insane, son. What were you-“ “Jim told me that the night he saw you in Pulman’s that you wanted to go back to his place even after he told you he was POZ. What did YOU think was going to happen?” “We would’ve used condoms.” “And if they would have said that they didn’t want to use condoms?” “They didn’t try to trick you into not using condoms, did they?” “No, but what would you have done that night if you went over and they didn’t want to use condoms? Would you have just left? Unfucked?” “Well, I-“ he interrupted himself, “I don’t fucking know anymore.” Which I knew was parent-speak for “of course I would but I’m not going to flat out admit it to you.” “Dad, I’m going to tell you something that I learned while camping and that maybe you need to hear; slut isn’t a bad word, and I’m proud to be one. I like having a cock up my ass. I love being a cumdump and, yeah, I also like fucking a load up an ass too. There’s nothing wrong with that. That’s who I am and I’m not going to apologize for it. I’m a faggot and I love being one. I know you like fucking too and there’s nothing wrong with that. We’re [banned word],” I got up from my chair and walked over to his chair and stood next to him, staring down into this eyes with my cock tenting through my tattered underwear and shorts, “we’re degenerates,” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my hard cock, his eyes went wide again before slowly starting to relax into the sleepy-eyed gaze that all horny men get when one head switches over its thinking power to the other head, “and we’re only as sick as we think we are,” I said before leaning down and kissing my dad on the lips. After the initial jolt of shock I felt run through him, he eased into the kiss and opened his mouth for my tongue’s invasion. His hand began to squeeze on my cock and I moaned into his mouth. I couldn’t’ believe I was actually doing this yet at the same time, it felt so hot and so right. He quickly stood up, not breaking our kiss as he towered over me. He was taller than Jim or Henry, so he was a bit more intimidating in more than one way. He grabbed me into an embrace and I felt his rock hard cock press against my stomach as he pressed our bodies together. He was big, VERY big. I realized at that moment that I had never gotten a good look at my dad’s dick before. Even earlier, I only saw his balls as he rammed the guy he was with. He pulled away from our kiss and took off his shirt and I pulled off my tank and my shorts so that I was only standing there in my tattered, gray briefs. As soon as I looked back up and saw his big, juicy pecs I nearly dove for them and began to suck and knead them. He moaned and held the back of my head to his nipple as I sucked on his right one. I felt his dick pulse as I applied pressure and began to suck harder. “Fuuuuccckk, son! This is soooo fucking wrong, but I don’t give a fucking shit right now!” He moaned. My dad pressed his dick harder against my chest, “But you're getting this fucking cock now. Because you fucking know what?” He asked before pulling me back off his nipple, “I AM a fucking degenerate, son. I breed men and I can feel my cock wanting to breed you, my own boy.” “Fuck, we’re so fucking twisted, dad.” “Yeah, we really fucking are, son. And while I don’t agree with your choice to take raw POZ cock, I understand why you did it.” I found it so weird that he said that since I remember thinking the exact same thing the night that I caught Henry and Jim going at it in the shower. “Now, pull down my shorts and suck on the cock that made you, boy.” I didn’t hesitate, I pulled down his shorts and saw the huge outline waiting for me underneath his white, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It was easily 10” long, maybe even 11” and I could tell that he wasn’t even fully hard yet. I sucked it through the fabric of his underwear as his precum began to soak through and I got the first taste of the jizz that was responsible for me being here. I pulled his underwear down and his cock nearly slapped me in the face. “Damn, that’s an insanely use cock you have there, dad.” “Thanks, boy! Now suck daddy’s cock!” I did as I was instructed and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I knew there was going to be no way that I was going to be able to get the whole thing down my throat, but I was damn sure going to try. I only got about 4” down on his cock when I nearly gagged the first time. “Damn boy, that’s not bad for only having sucked dick for about a week. But I think we can get more, right?” He said coaxingly. I kept bobbing on his cock until I felt ready to go further again. This time I got a good 6” down my throat before I had to stop, but I didn’t pull it out. “Damn, I raised a great little cock sucker, didn’t I?” The thought that this was the guy that blanched up at the idea of saying “fuck” in front of me not even ten minutes ago nearly made me laugh with his cock down my throat. Instead, I pushed harder and got a whole 1.5” more. I Had 7.5” inches of my dad’s cock down my throat and I loved the feeling of it nearly choking me as he moaned and looked down in awe. “Fuck, son, that’s deeper than your mom could ever take! God Damn!” I couldn’t bob up and down on his cock that deep but I was taking a lot of it in over and over when he pulled me back and told me to stop. “Damn, if you keep going, you’re going to make me cum down your throat, boy.” “But I want you to cum, dad.” “Trust me, I do too,” he said before pulling me up, “But this cum is going in that ass.” He pressed me against the table and didn’t pull down my tattered briefs, but tore them right off, leaving the tattered remains of the waistband as the only stitch of clothing I had on my body. My cock flopped out and bounced in between my legs. I felt his huge cock press against my hole and begin to slide up and down my ass crack. He spit on his cock and began to smear his saliva around my puckered hole. “Fuck me, dad! Fuck your boy!” I moaned and pleaded. “Does my little faggot boy want a big cock up his tight, little asshole?” “Yes, dad, please fuck my faggot ass and breed me!” “Even if I don’t have HIV like the neighbors that just got done using you?” He said while continuing to tease my hole with his huge cock. “You still want some of this incest seed?” “Yes, I’ll never refuse your seed, dad.” “That’s a good fucking boy!” He growled in my ear before slowly shoving the head of his enormous cock into my teenage body. I yelped with the pain that his size caused, but at the same time, I wanted him to push that monster as deep into me as he possibly could. I couldn’t help it though and I hissed in pain, “You’re doing good, boy. Keep taking it. It’s going to hurt at first, but don’t fight it.” “I’m trying to, dad, but that cock is so fucking big.” “Do you want me to stop?” “Fuck no, shove that thing into me, dad, please! Fuck my slutty, faggot ass!” He didn’t stop but continued to slowly push his cock up my ass until I felt him hit something that felt like a wall inside my ass. I thought that he wouldn’t be able to go any further until he took a small pause and then jammed his cock all the way to the hilt, and I felt something like a POP inside of my ass. “Fuck! What was that? I thought you wouldn’t be able to go in all the way.” “That was probably your second sphincter. I didn’t know we had one until the guys I fucked told me that I usually breach it in them.” “Fuck, that’s so hot.” “How’s it feels to have your old man’s cock all the way inside you, Aaron.” “Fucking amazing. I thought Jim and Henry were big, but you’re way bigger.” “I’ll have to invite them over some time and give them a Thank You fuck for popping my little boy’s cherry,” dad said before starting his assault on my ass. He never went too fast or harsh, or at least not as fast and harsh as I saw him being with the guy he was with earlier, but he still gave me a good fuck against the kitchen table. As he pounded away at my insides, he would constantly keep hitting my prostate, causing me to cry out in pleasure. “Yeah! You’re taking your old man’s cock like a pro, Aaron! Those guys must have really gone to town on your ass all week.” “Yeah, they did! I was begging for their loads all the time and I even got double penetrated before we left.” “Really? That’s my fucking boy!” he said as he slowly picked up his pace. I couldn’t believe it, but it felt like his cock was getting larger inside my ass and stretching me out more. I knew he was getting close. “I’m going to fill that pussy, boy! You ready for my load, Aaron? You ready to have your dad’s cum in you? The cum that fucking made you?” “Fuck yeah, dad. Fill my slutty ass with your cum!” I moaned before he slammed hard into my ass, definitely breaching my second sphincter and filling me with his neg cum, his family jizz soaking into the wall of his son’s rectum. “God damn, that was hot as fuck, son!” He nearly screamed as he began to come down off his post-sex high. “Yeah, it was.” “You know I love you, right boy?” “Yeah, I know, dad.” “But from here on out, until you go to school, if I want that ass, I’m going to get it, got it?” “Yes, sir! What if I become HIV positive, though? Will you still want my ass?” “Of course, son. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Tomorrow I’ll run down to the drug store, and I’ll get a few home tests that you can use over the next couple weeks. But for now, just know that I have this ass on top.” I felt his cock twitch inside me, probably jutting out the last shot of his little swimmers into my hole. “Think I can sleep with you tonight?” “My bed’s always open, son.” He said as he pulled his huge cock out of my ass. Much like the first time Jim fucked me, I felt completely empty as soon as he pulled out, a void of space in my body that I never knew was there. My dad looked down at himself and at me, “now let’s go take a shower first before we stink of my sheets with all of this man-sex sweat.” I followed him to his shower and we both hoped in. Of course, he fucked me again under the scorching rain of the hot water and bred me against the tiled wall as I moaned for my father’s load. After that, we were both so spent that almost as soon as we lay down in bed, we both passed out. I did wake up in the middle of the night to find my dad’s arms wrapped around me and his big cock resting between my ass cheeks. I was too tired to do anything about it though and just drifted off to sleep with the feeling of my dad’s cock flesh up against my exposed and cum-filled hole. To be continued….
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Pt. 1 Mike: Can’t go out tonight Bill: Why? Mike: Sick Mike: VERY sick Bill was sitting on the couch, watching television when he got the messages, but when he read the last message, he bolted out of his chair in surprise. He immediately texted Jason. Bill: Change of plans! Jason: What? Jason: What happened? I thought we were going out with Mike tonight? Bill: Boy Bill: It’s time Bill didn’t hear from Jason again until he showed up at his doorstep fifteen minutes later. The look in Jason’s eyes showed his confusion, not in what was happening, or going to happen, but how he should feel. To be honest, Bill was feeling just as confused. They both still wanted this and had discussed this deeply within the time since they cleared their gono bugs up, but now that the time was here, everything was a bit overwhelming. Bill let Jason in and immediately began kissing him once he was inside. Without warning, Bill turned Jason around and pushed him against the wall before pulling both of their pants down, spitting on his cock and shoving into Jason’s hole. Jason yelped as Bill’s girth entered and stretched him. Without much foreplay, the pain was enormous at first, and he gritted his teeth against his own forearm. Bill didn’t wait for the pain to go away but instead began plowing into Jason’s plump ass. Bill took his hand and pushed Jason’s face into the wall to gain more leverage as he fucked him relentlessly. “Fuck, daddy!” Jason cried out. At the speed Bill was fucking his ass Jason knew he wouldn’t last long. And he was right. Within two minutes Bill started to grunt and spasm against his ass as he flooded his hole with his, possibly, last authentically negative load. His daddy was occasionally rough in the past, but that fuck seemed more primal to Jason, and he loved it. He felt his daddy’s need wafting off him in waves, and he was proud that he had been chosen to fulfill it. Bill pushed his cock as deep as he could inside Jason and whispered in his ear. “Will you… take care of me? … When I get sick?” Bill said while panting. Since he couldn’t push back any further, Jason gripped his sphincter around Bill’s big cock. Bill moaned against his ear “Of course. Will you take care of me when it’s my turn?” “I’ll always be there for you, Jason. I love you.” “I love you too, Bill.” They both knew that this wasn’t a time to use pet names, kink or no kink. This was a serious decision they were about to make, and even though they both knew that they still technically had time to turn back later, they also knew that this was the REAL point of no return for both of them. They both got cleaned up, dressed and headed over to Mike’s apartment. When they got to Mike’s place, they found him wrapped up in blankets on his couch in front of the television and a slew of over-the-counter cold and flu remedies. “Hey, guys.” He said through a cough. “Hey, Mike. How long you been like this?” Bill asked. “I felt a little off at work yesterday, but it started to get worse last night. My fever spiked at 102 this morning, so I’ve been keeping an eye on it and trying to keep it as steady as possible with meds and stuff. So far it’s gotten a lot better, but it still feels like I got kicked by a fucking camel in my chest.” They all laughed, but Mike broke out into a coughing fit. Jason and Bill sat on both sides of him on the couch and draped their arms around him. They both felt the heat baking off Mike. Bill leaned down and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table. “How many of these have you already had today?” “Only two so far.” “Then you should be fine.” Bill popped three out of the container and gave them to Mike with his bottle of water that he had on his lap. After he swallowed them down, Bill nodded to Jason. “Let’s get you in bed, huh?” They both lifted him and got him to his bedroom. They laid him down on the bed and took off the robe he was wearing which had nothing underneath. His sweating, nearly hairless body spread before both of them was still beautiful. With the robe off, they both noticed a faint rash or redness on Mike’s chest. Bill lifted an eyebrow at him. “Don’t think I forgot about our promise, Bill. I may feel like shit right now, but I’m still willing if you AND your boys still are.” Mike said before breaking into a cough. Bill looked over at Jason. “We discussed it earlier, and we’re both still willing. Right, boy?” Bill said, already knowing the answer. Jason nodded. “I want my boy to get me ready, though.” “Right. Do what you know to do, boys.” Mike weakly looked over at Jason. Before Jason could get to work, though, Bill pulled him to the side and told him to go get Mike a glass of water before they started in case he began to overheat. Jason quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. When he came back to the room, Bill was taking off his last piece of clothing and crawling on the bed, over to Mike. He placed his tongue right on the tip of Mike’s soft cock and traced it up his torso, licking up the sweat along the way, until he reached his mouth and started kissing him. Jason stood in the doorway, mesmerized by his daddy’s perky ass mounted in the moonlight. He instantly became hard. Bill began to grind his hips into Mike’s pelvis as they kissed and it didn’t take long for Mike to get rock hard. “God, I want to blast this POZ load in you so bad, Bill.” “I want you to, also, Mike,” Bill said as he planted a kiss on Mike’s sweaty forehead. “Boy, I think it’s time for you to get to work.” Jason snapped out of his erection-induced trace, took off his clothes, and got on the bed behind his daddy. He looked at his puckered hole and had to will himself not to stick his own cock in. He looked lower and saw a few beads of toxic precum spewing from the tip of Mike’s cock. Jason swiped the precum from Mike’s cock and smeared it on the entrance to his daddy’s hole before he, quickly, shoved two fingers in. He heard Bill’s hiss of pain from his sharp fingernails as Jason pushed them in as far as they would go. “Fuck, boy! Those things are sharp!” “Wanted to get the job done right, daddy.” “Good boy.” Jason heard Mike say from beneath Bill. Jason began to twist and turn his fingers inside his daddy, tearing up the soft, weak membrane of Bill’s rectum, ensuring Mike’s virus takes as soon as possible. When he pulled his fingers out, there were very faint streaks of red running down them, indicating that he had done a good job. Bill moaned from the hollow feeling in his ass. “Fuck, Mike! I need you in me, right now!” “Yeah? You ready for my newly POZ cock to infect your torn-up hole?” “Yeah, buddy! Infect me! Make me a part of you!” Bill moaned in between kissing Mike. “Still gonna infect your boy with my DNA after?” “Fuck yeeeaaaahhhh!” Bill said as Jason shoved his fingers back inside his daddy’s ass. Bill moaned since this time Jason found and began to rub and scratch his prostate. The feeling was so good and electrifying that Bill’s eyes began to roll back in his head as he went back to kissing Mike. Finally, Jason couldn’t take it any longer and aimed Mike’s cockhead at the entrance to his daddy’s hole. He pulled his fingers out and slathered the now copious amount of precum all over his daddy’s puckered hole. “Shove it in me, Mike! Please!” Bill whined. Jason was so turned on hearing him whine like that. Without any warning, Mike shoved his entire length up into Bill on the first push. “Fuck!” Bill yelled through the searing pain of his torn up rectum. Through gritted teeth, Bill fully sat down on Mike. He pulled up, just so that the tip of Mike’s cock was left in his ass, and hissed. Jason came from behind his daddy and pulled his shoulders down so that the full length of Mike was shoved into him again, and violently. Bill hissed again but kept from yelling this time. He looked behind him at Jason, “Thanks for that, babe, but I’m going to have to give you a spanking later.” They both laughed. Bill began to slowly ride Mike as Jason watched the infected man’s cock penetrate his daddy. “Fuck, Bill! Your ass feels so good right now! Your boy really did a number with his nails I bet. Probably gonna convert you on my first load.” Mike said as Bill continued to ride him. “Speaking of which. Your ass is already going to make me cum, Bill!” “Damn, man! That’s fucking hot. Fuck me, Mike! Fuck your infected load into me! Convert me, Mike!” “I’m gonna cum, Bill! Gonna load your gut with my POZ sperm! No turning back now, Bill! Take my poison cum!” Mike yelled through gritted teeth as his piss slit unleashed torrent after torrent of HIV infected cum into Bill’s receptive womb. Mike spasmed a few more times, pumping more and more cum into Bill until Bill slowly lifted off of him. As his daddy lifted himself, Jason saw the dark red streaks of blood covering Mike still rock hard cock. “Come up here and clean your daddy’s blood off my cock, boy,” Mike commanded while still trying to catch his ragged breath. Jason crawled in between Mike’s legs and began to suck Mike’s cock. He immediately tasted the copper taste of blood on his dick along with the sweet taste of cum. As he was cleaning him, Jason realized that he had a POZ guy’s cock in his mouth. The thought made him as hard as a diamond even though he was still hoping for his daddy to be the one to convert him. Once Jason had cleaned Mike’s cock well enough, he went over to his daddy who was waiting by the side of the bed. He had been watching Jason as he was cleaning Mike and he, too, was extremely hard. “How are you feeling?” Jason asked him. “Honestly, that was extremely hot! Knowing that I have his highly infectious POZ cum in my hole right now is even hotter. Probably already beginning to course through my veins, it makes me want to bend you over right here and now and pump a dirty load into you!” Bill said before grabbing Jason’s ass and pulling Jason against him. “There’ll be enough time for that later, you two,” Mike said, propping himself up against the headboard of his bed. “I could use something to eat and drink, but I still have a few loads for that neg ass of yours, Bill.” Jason and Bill took the hint and got up to go get Mike some soup from his kitchen. They found some, heated it up and brought it back to him just as Mike was finishing up the bottle of water Jason had brought him earlier. “Jason, would you be a dear and get me another?” Mike said as he waved the empty water bottle around. Jason found it odd coming from the guy that just a moment earlier had commanded him to suck his bloodied cock clean, but he still nodded and turned right back around and out of the room. Bill took the hot soup over to Mike who began to eat it. “In all honesty, Mike, how are you feeling?” “In all honesty? Fucking awful. That being said, having my POZ cum inside of you kinda makes me feel proud in a weird way. I can’t explain it yet, but it does.” They both heard Jason in the kitchen opening one of the cabinets and a tinkle as a glass was taken out. “He really means a lot to you, huh?” “Yeah, he really does.” “Well, I’m glad for you Bill. I hope this goes the way both of you want it.” “Me too, Mike,” Bill said before he kissed Mike’s sweaty forehead.
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First post and I’m already asking for guidance advice or even help. Im not entirely sure myself. A year ago I was thinking about marrying a guy in a completely monogamous relationship and amazingly happy about it. I wasn’t on Prep. Prep to me was always something sluts took. Not me; I was happy with one vanilla man and we got tested and never cheated on each other. So why would I take that. From me being here you can probably assume that relationship ended. I was devastated and I started to explore my sexuality as medicine. I was always a furry. He didn’t know. Finally embraced that side of me and loving every minute. That led me to explore other things, and before I knew it suddenly prep seemed not only not bad anymore but a necessity. I got on prep and haven’t missed a dose since. I’ve been taking a lot of cum lately. I’ve never been as sexually satisfied in my life. But it’s just not cutting it anymore. I need something. I don’t know why; I know it’s stupid but I need something in me bad. Poz cum. ive been vaguely aware of bugchasing for a few years but was never into it. You know guys say when they became poz they became total sluts. I need that. I started craving it. And suddenly I wasn’t repulsed to it while jerking off if I came across it. Suddenly that turned into curiosity and that led to me not having cum for a couple months now without thinking about poz. its in me now; in my brain. I’m still on Prep and terrified of quitting and tempted to stop them at the same time. im not out as a chaser. I got gono a couple months back and treated it but the morning I first saw the ooze and felt the sting I probably had one of the best orgasms of my life. I felt so dirty and used and horny I had to jerk off right away. I couldn’t even wait to arrange something I got it treated. I’ve had chlamydia twice before and got it treated. Didn’t share. Sharing to a bugchaser would be great But I don’t know any. And to my usual fuck buddies like... the only thing that’s gonna get me is less sex. but yeah. I want to be poz. Bad. I know it’s the stupidest thing but to me it’s like ... getting pregnant and idk... I want to have a poz daddy but I’m scared. Legit scared. I wake up pozzing pillows. It’s driving me crazy and honestly while I’m having sex or jerking off or whatever it’s amazing but during non horny times it’s really mentally taxing. im not at the point of taking poz kids yet; like actively. Like telling someone to poz me even while on prep. It’s such a mindfuck
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When I lived in Vegas there was a guy, Jason, who came into the office where I worked. He was fuckin’ smoking hot: reddish brown hair, striking blue eyes, tattoos, muscles - the whole nine yards. We would flirt and talk on the phone, but whenever I suggested we hang out, or to fuck, he would shy away from me and I wouldn't hear from a while. Finally, I wrote him off as a game player and cut my losses. One horny night I was at Hawk's gym, went into the dark room there and found a hot bodied man, and promptly slid my cock in raw. After a couple of minutes, I asked him if he wanted to go to my room. He agreed, whereupon we left the darkroom, only to recognize each other. It was Jason. Not sure where we stood, I told him my room number, thinking he might just split, but instead he preceded me down the hallway. That's when I saw the biohazard tat on his upper back. "I've wanted to do this for a long time" he said. "Yeah, me too." I put my hand on his tat. "Is this why nothing ever happened with us?" "Yeah... I was afraid that you'd reject me if you knew." I shook my head. Once in my room, I dove into his hole, rimming it with enthusiasm. He, in turn, within minutes, simply sat on my cock. I was impressed how readily he took me, but I think he mistook my look for unease, saying "If you want, you can put on a condom." I replied "Is this how you want it? Raw?" “Yeah, but...." "Did you ever jack off thinking of me?" "Yeah." "Did you fantasize that I wore a condom?" "No, but this isn’t fantasy." "I want to fuck you the way you want to be fucked. I know I have fucked poz guys before... you're just the first one I knew was poz." That was enough truth-telling dialogue. I positioned him doggy style and rammed into his ass, calling him a German whore, telling him that he needed my black dick up his hole. He begged me to use him, to shoot my sperm in his guts. He told me he had been a good boy and earned my load. I fucked him on his back, kissing him passionately. His hole was raw and wet from my fucking. He rode me incessantly, thanking me for my cock. I bent him over the table, and then positioned him on his back. We fucked as if we would never touch another man, his round firm white ass, taking my hard and raw fuck. I think it was then that I accepted the notion I would one day seroconvert. I shot my load in his guts and he came all over himself. We kissed for about half an hour after that, holding each other. It wasn't Jason who seroconverted me. I will never know from whom I contracted the virus, nor, for that matter, exactly when I converted, but that night I caught an insight, a glimpse, if you will, of the innate love that is shared between poz men. The love Jason offered to me ahead of time at Hawk’s in Vegas, that night I truly let go, and accepted my destiny. Maybe one day I will recharge his ass with my poz cum.- 2 replies
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A guy on Facebook has recently related his recently HIV+ diagnosis that occurred as he was taking Truvada. Per his post: "My doctor told me (and I could hear the shock in his voice) that I had proper levels of Truvada in my blood, hower I had indeed contracted that rare, one in a million strain of HIV, you know, the one that we think, "oh that won't happen to me" strain. Truvada failure is rare but not unknown or unreported. It's like wining the PowerBall or getting struck by lightning ... but it does happen. Of course, my question would be, does this recently-pozzed guy also carry the Truvada-breaking strain of HIV?
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pigbttm4pigtop posted a topic in Tampa / St. Petersburg / Sarasota
I am currently located in Jacksonville, FL.. I am looking for a poz top that I can live with. I am looking to get heavily into BDsM with a pos top who wouldn't mind converting me. I want to become a freak pig bottom. I am willing to relocate with help. I am on disability so I have a stable income. I am legally blind thats why I am on disability. Here i am .. what dom top wants me.. Please be in lower 48 states. I am into the following; but not inclusively so ~ rubber, leather, raunchy, gangbangs (never had one yet, but would you like to organize one for me), cages, W/S, cuffs, discipline, collars, swallowing cum, whips, chains, sounds, floggings, chastity, ropes, gags, blindfolds, 1 on 1, enemas, seroconversion, feet, & bareback.*** PLEASE NOTE: IF YOU WANT ME TO BE HARDCORE I WILL NEED TO BE BUILT UP TO THAT EXTREME!!! ***I am looking for someone who knows how to stretch a hole and keep it stretched.I am seeking to be with a "no game player" type of a DADDY or maybe even a vanilla LTR. My current stats are: 38 (December 12 is my bday) 5'8" in height. 229 in weight. Brown Hair Hazel eyes. 7" semi-cut (x) 5" circumference semi-cut. 9" (wide) in shoe size. 18" neck.My hobbies include: computers; acting; gardening; board games; reading; poetry; live theater; volunteering; movies.My limits: children, women, or anything illegal. I could get into permanent marks if that is what you wish. Text me at: (904) 416-9306. I don't do phone calls as I have no privacy. Email me at: volunteerlaster@gmail.com and please put in subject line: "POZ TOP" to weed out the spammers and scammers. -
(Understand I'm familiar with this site and I am aware of the risks I take with bb sex) I also did a full set of labs with my doc last Tuesday and the ghon/chlam came back negative. Nothing on syphillis and HIV. (Just haven't gotten results back, no confirmed things yet) I had three sex partners since my last test. One came inside, one didn't...so he said but I was a bit wet. Perv from San Francisco (my worry). For those that have gotten HIV if you did not get the "fuck flu" that we see in a lot of erotic stories here.... Which I have not. This is what I got: - runs for two weeks (irregular diet and lots of energy drinks... Hoping it's just irritation of the gut) -I did have two out of place canker sores in my mouth out of the blue... - two weeks ago and after messing around with SF dude, I had night sweats 1 or two evenings. Everyone at work was getting sick but me so I thought maybe I was just getting some of their symptoms.... I get this doesn't look good and well I'll find out this upcoming week for sure.... It's weird how much I fantasy on these stories here, in real life I'm completely not feeling that fantasy in real life.... Nice or rude comments I guess I'd appreciate any response to this, even more so for your experience if you have gotten HIV and see if anything you experienced is similar to mine. I would have been on PreP too.... Yet my last two doctors didn't know anything about prep. Conservative heterosexual doctors who are completely out of touch with homosexuality. Even after I gave them information on civilian doc's who could walk them through the process of getting a patient on Truvada. They blew it off. >.
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https://serodiscordantcanuck.wordpress.com/2015/11/10/the-sweats/
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About 3 weeks ago I gave a blowjob to a guy who is undetectable. Over the last few days I've been feeling ill but nothing like I've read how seroconversion can be. I've had a stuffy nose, bad cough and I've got a thumping headache. Would appreciate some views from you guys
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************ Hello mate. I decided to reply to this in public because I want others to hear this. My chasing started when I started to get very depressed at where my life was taking me. I started to become more and more down and the fantasy of bugchasing started to become more and more like reality. Don't get me wrong, I was not suicidal or anything like that. I just think that my depression made me consider it when otherwise it would have only remained a fantasy. I guess like many of you guys I messed a few guys around by arranging meets and not showing. I was very open about wanting the other guy to know I was negative. It wasn't good enough for me just to get converted. My fantasy was to have a bloke look into my eyes as he gave me his load. I searched the internet for almost 4 months and found it relatively easy to find HIV positive guys who were willing. In the end it all happened on a Sunday afternoon. It was a hot day and I was really horny. I didn't intend for that to be the day. I just got chatting to a hot POZ guy on the net and for all my meticulous searching, I actually went for a guy that did not know I was negative. At least I guesss he thought that. I made a date with him at 2 hours notice so that I couldn't talk myself out of it. He fucked me and came inside me. I left the cum in me for the rest of the day. I felt reasonably ok afterwards...not many regrets. The next day I met another guy and got another POZ load. I will never forget because the guy seemed to know I was negative. He kept asking if it was ok to shoot inside me. I had no regrets and said yes. After 2 loads I waited a number of months and took a home HIV test which was positive. I was a little down when I got this result. Pretty stupid really, I don't know. After that result I still had doubts in my mind despite going through obvious seroconversion syptoms. I got tested again earlier this year at my local clinic and the result was confirmed positive. When I got this result I did feel very bad. Please don't take this that I am trying to talk others out of it. I still question how I really feel now. I also don't think people are honest on here as to why they want to contract this virus. If I am brutally honest I would say it's because I am a little mixed up and abit of a loner. I always try to distace myself from other people and don't know why. I don't know whether catching this virus was for the need to belong or what. I try not to analyze that too much. I am not going to give any advice to anybody because I am not sure how I feel myself. The only thing I will say is that there is no going back after you have done it so think long and hard. My viral load is soaring right now as I keep taking more POZ loads, not sure why. My CD4 is around 300. It is really difficult because this is such a taboo subject. I come to chat with other people like me. It would be really nice to meet someone else in a similar position to me. I can't confess this to anyone else as they wouldn't understand. Take care of yourself fellas. It is the hottest fantasy that you can have really. I made mine a reality. Love and peace.
