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This is my first time writing a story like this. I'd appreciate any feedback you guys would be willing to give. Hope you like it.

Part I-Agreeing to Meet

So boy, are you gonna come over?

With my hand wrapped around my dick, slowly pumping up and down, I tried to think about how to respond. On the one hand, fuck yea I wanted to come over! I had been chatting with this Daddy on BBRT and couldn’t stop staring at the pics we traded. He was fucking hot! Killer abs. Chiseled face. Sick tattoos. And a big, fat, dick. All I wanted was to get on all fours, slobber that cock up, and have him ram it up my butt. But on the other hand, I couldn’t actually take a raw dick up my ass. That was just a fantasy, not something I actually did. Staring at his biohazard tattoo reminded me even more of why it was such a bad idea. I didn’t want HIV. The chance of being infected just wasn’t worth the risk, even if his dick was gorgeous. Still, I was horny. The more I stared at his picture, the more I needed his dick. A taste. That’s all I needed. I let go of my dick and carefully typed my answer.

I’m not sure Daddy. If I did I’d only be willing to blow you. Would that be alright?

Anxiously I waited for his reply. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. It wasn’t long ago that the idea of not using a condom wouldn’t have crossed my mind, and here I was chatting with a guy on a hook up site where barebacking was the whole point. As much as I knew using condoms was the smart thing to do, the idea of using them had become less and less appealing in the last few months ever since I found Breeding Zone.

At first I had been disgusted with it. I mean how could someone be proud of taking load after load from men they didn’t even know? But before long I was addicted. It became the site I went to daily. I grew to especially love stories where guys who were hesitant about taking dick raw ended up craving it. If I’m honest that’s what happened to me. Getting loads, especially anonymous ones, had become the first thing I thought of in the morning and the last thing I thought of when I went to sleep. So of course I made a profile on BBRT as well. I was even honest about what I really wanted in my profile:

Virgin looking for a Daddy to teach me how to be a cumdump. Ultimate goal: Take loads daily.

That’s probably why I was trembling. This Daddy had messaged me expecting to make a cumdump out of me, and all I asking for was a blowjob. I was sure he was going to turn me down. But maybe that was a good thing. Was this really what I wanted? I mean sure, maybe I had been wanting to find a glory hole and suck dick without ever seeing a guys face. And perhaps I fantasized about being the center of a gang bang where guys shouted how they were pumping my pussy full of toxic cum. Maybe I even dreamed of having a Daddy look me in the eyes as he fucked me and told me he was making me his poz bitch boy for life. But again that was fantasy. Not reality.

Sure boy, can you come over now?

Fuck. He still wanted me to come over. I wasn’t sure what to do. Taking another look at his picture I focused on his biohazard tattoo. No. I couldn’t do this. It was wrong. Reckless. Stupid. I knew better. I started to type my answer, intending to say I didn’t think it was a good idea anymore when I focused more on his dick. Mine was still hard and I needed release. I knew if I just finished the job I’d be fine. Once I came I’d be over this and logging off would be a given. I grabbed my dick again and jacked away, trying to come as quickly as possible. But that just made my need to get that dick in my mouth grow. I let go of my dick, now hornier then ever. I wondered, is this really worth the risk?

Yes Daddy. I can be there within thirty minutes.

So with that I logged off and went to the Daddy’s apartment. If I had known how that encounter would change my life I probably wouldn’t have gone.

I’m so glad I did.

To Be Continued

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Part II-Acceptance: I want POZ Loads!

I had almost turned around and gone back home five times by the time I got to Daddy’s apartment. Putting my fist up to knock I froze. This was it. If I knocked I’d be hooking up with a guy for the first time. Not just that, he’d be POZ as well. What was I thinking? There were too many things I wanted to do to risk being pozzed. I mean don’t get me wrong, I knew it wasn’t a life sentence anymore, but did I really want to deal with the health issues, extra costs, all to get some dick? Okay, it was hot dick, but again it was attached to a POZ guy. A POZ guy who was everything I wanted in a Daddy. I imagined him knocking me up, blasting me with his toxic load, and without thinking knocked quickly and hard.

When Daddy opened the door I nearly gasped. He was even more gorgeous than his picture. Although his hair was brown he had hints of grey which kinda looked like highlights. His beard and mustache were closely trimmed, making him even sexier than his picture had. He was also shirtless, showing off his rock hard abs. But all I could look at was his biohazard tattoo, half covered by his boxers. For a moment I was transfixed, imagining licking his cum off it. “See something you like boy?” Startled, I looked up at his face. He was smirking. Gulping, I nodded my head and walked in. Daddy closed the door, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it. “I asked you a question boy. Do you see something you like?” Shaking, I nodded again. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good,” he said smiling. “Take a seat and watch the video. Be naked when I get back.”

I was a little startled by Daddy’s forwardness. I mean I knew I was there to have sex, but I figured there’d be at least a little foreplay first before we got naked. I had been so enamored with Daddy that I hadn’t noticed the porn playing on the big screen. Taking my clothes off I watched a twink who had to be close to my age getting gangbanged. Sitting down I couldn’t help but start to jack off. I imagined being that twink, sucking cock after cock before each one shot a load up my dripping butt. Even though I had watch hundreds of videos like this on my laptop, I realized just how different watching it here was. I was watching a video of a guy my age getting gangbanged while naked in an older man’s apartment who I had literally just met. This was so dangerous. But it was also hot.

“I hope you like Corona,” Daddy said taking a seat next to me and handing me a bottle. He was completely naked now, dick hard and already leaking fluid. “I…I really shouldn’t,” I said taking the bottle, trying not to stare at his dick. “I drove here.” “One beer won’t kill ya,” he said keeping an eye on me while taking a sip. “It’ll help you relax.” For the first time since I got there I realized how tense I was. Taking a sip really did make me feel better. As much as I wanted to do this I didn’t just as much. This just wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of guy who hooked up. I had always wanted to wait for a guy I was in love with, making my first time extra special. But the problem with waiting is that it makes you pent up, needing some kind of release. Maybe that’s why I was naked, watching the hottest bareback porn I had ever seen, drinking a beer with a poz guy at least fifteen years older than me about to blow him. Before I knew it my bottle was empty except for a wedge of lime. Without drinking to distract me I watched the porn more intently, not sure what to do. At least until Daddy started caressing my leg. I looked over and Daddy grabbed me into a kiss. Damn - he was a good kisser. I opened his mouth, our tongues intertwining, moaning in how good his stubble felt against me. Daddy pulled away, keeping his hold on my hair.

“Are you…are you sure you’re alright with just a blow job.” “Of course boy. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do.” The way he said want spooked me. If I did what I wanted I’d be doing a lot more than sucking dick. I had made it clear what I was willing to do. Could Daddy somehow know I was fantasizing about being loaded over and over again with his dirty cum? Of course not. Then why was he fingering my asshole? “Daddy!” I gasped. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna make you feel good.” I stared into his eyes as he dug into my asshole, squirming around and opening me up. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me again. He withdrew his fingers from my ass, and rubbed them on my lips. Without hesitation I sucked on them without being asked, even though I knew where they had just been. Honestly, that just turned me on even more. Now that his fingers were slick he pushed in deeper in me, this time with two fingers. We continued making out, rubbing against each other, the friction driving me crazy. I imagined his fingers were his dick, pumping in and out, building up to a climax that would coat my insides. I didn’t just want it. I needed it. But I had to be strong. I was here to blow him, not to get fucked, so blow him I would. “I want to taste you Daddy,” I said breaking our make out session. “I need your dick in my mouth." He kissed me one more time, pushing me off him and onto the floor. On my haunches I got a close up view of his dick, and I was mesmerized. “Get to work boy,” he said, his face scowl making it clear he wanted me to do more than just stare.

I licked his dick from the base to the dip, surprised at how much it tasted like skin. Never having sucked dick before, I always had this idea that it had to have its own taste. His musk and sweat definitely added to the flavor, but through it there was still skin. That didn’t keep me from falling in love with the act. I engulfed as much of him as I could, getting about have of his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it, my mouth was full of cock! Slowly I bobbed up and down, reveling in flicking my tongue along every inch I could. Not letting him escape from my mouth I looked up at him, basking in watching him moan. We made eye contact, and for the first time in my life I felt like a slut. I was changed. I knew I would try to suck as much dick as I could now. How could I not? This was one of the most fulfilling things I had ever done. I was pleasing a man. I had finally found my place. So imagine my disappointment when he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. “That’s enough for now boy. We’re just getting started. Get on your hands and knees facing the TV.” I froze. Was he really asking me to get in position for doggie style? I had made it clear we weren’t going to fuck. For a moment I started to panic. I had to get out of there before I ended up doing something I’d regret. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna rim ya. You ever been rimmed before?” “No Daddy,” I said shaking my head. “Good. Now do like I said and get on your hands and knees.”

I was still wasn’t sure about this, but slowly I complied and got in position. Nervously I waited, focusing on the porn playing to calm myself down. This was a different scene. Now another guy, he had to be more in his thirties, was in a sling. He was sucking on a dick as cum dripped out of his open hole. Man did I want to be him. As the Daddy on screen lined up his dick up with the other guy’s hole, I felt something wet on mine. I nearly jumped up, but Daddy held me down. Without meaning to I moaned. Fuck that felt good! I realized that wet feeling had to be Daddy’s tongue going up and down my ass crack, paying careful attention to digging into my hole. Like a bitch in heat I kept moaning, silently cursing obscenities of pleasure. When he stuck a finger, then a second, and then a third, I found myself pushing back, thrusting harder with each additional finger he put in. The combination of my hole being played with and the scream of the guy loading into the slut in the sling drove me insane. For the first time I found myself thinking, so what if Daddy’s poz, he has a dick and I need to be fucked! But I could never tell him that. At least, I thought I could never tell him that.

Suddenly the pressure on my hole seemed greater. Was Daddy adding a fourth finger? Like before I found myself pushing back, although this time I went much slower. Damn that hurt! Still, something about the pain was erotic. I felt like even more of a slut than I had before! Suddenly I realized, that wasn’t a finger going into my asshole. I looked back and found Daddy sinking his cock into me, his eyes shut in ecstasy. “Damn boy, you’re so fucking tight!” I couldn’t believe it. The bastard was trying to fuck me! He had told me, straight to my face, that he wouldn’t make me to do anything I didn’t want to do. I couldn’t let him get away with this. “Daddy!” I moaned. “Noooo!”

Why the hell did it sound like I was enjoying this?

“Tell me what you want boy.” Biting my lip I tried to hold back another moan. I failed. “Stop Daddy,” I said before another moan escaped. “Please.” Hitting my back, Daddy surprised me. “Don’t lie to me boy. Tell me what you want.” Shit. Did Daddy know? Could he tell how I was craving his poz cock, wanting it to blast inside my hole? I wanted to lie again. I wanted to say he had to stop and I had to go. But I couldn’t lie to Daddy. Not again. The words blurted out unbidden: “I want your load Daddy!”

He started thrusting in and out, going further and further with each set. “What kind of load?” My concentration was split at this point. Daddy was driving me crazy, pumping faster and faster. But I was also mesmerized by the porn. For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn’t just watching. I was part of it too. I noticed the current guy fucking the sling guy had something in common with Daddy. A biohazard tattoo. I grabbed my dick, now turned on more than I had ever been in my life, and without being ordered, the words again blurted forth: "Your POZ load Daddy!” Wow. I couldn’t believe I said it. I actually admitted to Daddy that I wanted his load. His POZ load. And to my surprise. I was glad. “Yea boy. I knew you were a chaser. You want to be a poz cumdump don’t you boy?”

It was done. No more secrets. Daddy knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to hide it any longer. “Yes Daddy. Make me a POZ cumdump. Make me your POZ bitch!”

Daddy pounded into my butt, sending out a scream that let me know he was creaming me. I jacked off harder, blasting out the biggest load I had ever done. I felt Daddy pull out, leaving an empty feeling in my ass. I knew this was the defining moment in my life. No more hesitations. No more fears. I was going to be a cumdump. A POZ cumdump. I definitely had some work to do. I hoped Daddy would help me.

To Be Continued

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I'm really glad my story has been getting a good reaction so far. I hope you guys like part III just as much. Now that I've got things started, what do you guys want to happen? Any ideas for what should go down in a gangbang or bathhouse? Help me make my boy the best cumdump he can be!

Part III-POZ Me Daddy!

For a moment my mind was in overdrive. I still couldn’t believe I had taken my first POZ load. A part of me was still scarred about what being infected would mean for me. That small lingering fear melted away when Daddy started French kissing my hole. “Oh Daddy! Don’t stop!” Daddy chuckled, causing a vibration against my hole that made me moan louder. Digging my fingers into the carpet, I started thinking about what my new found freedom would allow me to pursue. Gangbangs. Bathhouses. Glory holes. Anonymous sex. And most importantly, all the POZ cum I could get in my lips and asshole. I was so distracted with thinking about all the things I wanted to try that I didn’t realize Daddy had stopped rimming me until he was kneeling in front of me, pulling me into a kiss. My lips fell into submission, allowing him to claim them as his. Daddy grabbed my jaw and yanked it down, spitting his cum mixed with my ass juices into my mouth. I had never tasted something so delicious! I smiled at him, letting cum drip out of my mouth so I looked extra slutty. I wanted Daddy to know how happy I was to be his little cum dump.

“Hold that pose boy,” he said getting up. “We need to document this.” Daddy left the room and I didn’t move an inch. Even though I had just cum, my dick was rock hard again. I couldn’t believe how turned on I still was! Whenever I’d get horny browsing Breeding Zone or watching bareback porn, I’d jack off fantasizing about being the slut I really wanted to be. As soon as I’d cum I’d feel guilty for watching cumdumps beg for dick or reading about NEG bottoms learning the joys of taking loads. Not anymore. Now I was reveling in how perverted I was being. In how perverted I could be. I finally understood why sluts like me needed to be bred. We had no choice; it’s what we were born for! Daddy came back with a camera, a blindfold and toothbrush. My heart pounded. What was Daddy planning on doing? He set the blindfold and toothbrush on the floor and aimed the camera at me. “Okay boy. Keep that smile for the camera.”

I didn’t want Daddy to take a picture of me. As much as I wanted to be a whore, I didn’t want there to be proof of it. I was about to tell Daddy he couldn’t take my picture when I realized something. Daddy told me to smile. I wasn’t about to disappoint him. I smiled wider than I ever had before, trying to blow bubbles to make the shot better for Daddy. He took a few pictures from different angles, some with my whole face and some up close to just my mouth. “Good boy,” Daddy said ruffling my head. “That’s Daddy’s cum dump.” For a second I felt a tear start to form. The fact that Daddy was pleased with my performance made his picture taking more than worth it. I swallowed the cum and wiped my face. “Can I see them Daddy?” I asked figuring that if there were going to be pictures of me with my mouth full of cum, I might as well know how I looked like. “Of course boy.”

Daddy handed me the camera and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There I was, looking like I was having the best time of my life with my mouth full of cum, streams dripping down my face. I looked like such a slut! Without thinking I grabbed my cock, which was still slick with my cum. “So you approve?” Daddy asked, smiling. “Yes Daddy. Can you take pictures of my dripping hole too?” “As much as I’d love to boy, no. You ate it all!” For a second I was confused. I ate all the cum out of my hole? Then it hit me. Daddy fed it to me! Getting back into doggie style I wagged my butt. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to load me again!” I said, smiling. I couldn’t wait to get Daddy’s big dick back where it belonged! “Don’t worry boy. I’ll get your pussy dripping, but first we need to talk.”

Daddy pulled me up and led us to the couch. He sat down and put me on his lap, grabbing me into a kiss. I lifted my butt up and tried to line up Daddy’s dick with my hole, but he wouldn’t let me. Pouting, I pulled away. “Please Daddy? I need you in me.” Caressing my cheek Daddy chuckled. “You’ll get my load boy. But first I need to know. How serious are you about being pozzed?” That question threw me. Did he really have to ask that? Just minutes earlier I begged for his POZ load. How could he not know how much I needed it? “I told you I want your POZ load Daddy.” “Yes, but are you willing to take extra steps en ensure it takes?” “What 'extra steps', Daddy?” Suddenly it dawned on me. “Oh - the toothbrush,” I answered my own question. “Yes boy. I fucked you when you told me not to, and I’m sorry about that. But I could tell you needed it. If I really believed you hadn’t wanted me to fuck you I would’ve stopped. But this is different. Now your profile said you wanted a Daddy to teach you to be a cum dump, and I can do that, but if you become my cum dump you will be a POZ one. So are you ready for that, boy?”

For the first time since I gave in to my inner most desires reality came crashing down. I knew it only took one fuck to be pozzed. But I also knew guys could go years taking loads and still stay NEG. For all I knew HIV could already be coursing through my veins, just starting to lay the foundation for taking over my body and entering me into the POZ brotherhood. But what if this one wasn't enough to make it take? I could mitigate the risk of that happening by going home, getting a hold of something like PrEP, and not letting another raw dick enter my body unless I knew the guy was clean. After all, there was still a lot of consequences to consider. It wasn't as if meds worked for everybody. And what about side affects? And the social stigma? The costs?

I briefly considered taking Daddy’s out. After all, that would be the smart thing to do. I thought about how my life had been before tonight. Everything was going well. I had a good job, great health, and my own apartment. I was also a 25 year old virgin. My sex life consisted of reading online sex stories, cruising BBRT for guys I wanted to fuck me but were too scared to meet, and jacking off. Then I thought about tonight. I had sucked a real dick. I had been fucked. Hard. I had even eaten cum that had come from my own asshole. For the first time in my life I felt like I was really living. I couldn’t deny it any longer. was a slutty cum dump who needed loads! It had been all I could think of for months. Now that I had gotten a taste of what my life could really be like, could I really walk away from that?

I gave Daddy a deep kiss and climbed off his lap. I walked over the toothbrush lying in front of the TV, grabbed it, and walked back over to Daddy. “You’re gonna need this,” I said curling his fingers around the handle. I got back on the floor, settling into doggie style, and wiggled my butt. Daddy started to caress my body, sending shivers through me. His breath on my ear made me wild, only enhancing the anticipation for what I knew was coming. “I’m so proud of you boy,” he said nibbling on my ear. “You’re gonna be such a good cum dump. Before long your mouth will always smell like dick.”

As he kissed down my back towards my ass I couldn’t believe how proud I was of myself too. I was finally being who I wanted to be. A slut. A cum dump. A hole for dick. When he pried my cheeks apart and licked my asshole I flinched. s much as I wanted it I was still scared. Letting Daddy toothbrush my hole was drastic. I knew that. I could just try to get as many loads as possible, hoping that the POZ ones took. Did I really need to do something that only hardcore chasers did? But when he slid the toothbrush in and started scrapping my insides, I knew I had made the right choice. The twisting of the toothbrush was one of the most erotic things I had ever felt. I imagined little cuts forming in my rectum, providing passage ways for HIV to enter my system. Shit that turned me on. It was then I had another moment of clarity. Like Daddy said earlier, I really was a chaser. For the past few months the idea that had gotten me off the most was a prudish NEG condom-nazi making the transition into a whore who need POZ cum like he needed air. That was me! Only months ago I had thought sex with condoms was the only way to go. Now I was having my insides tooth brushed on purpose to make it easier for POZ cum to infect me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed Daddy’s load!

“FUCK ME DADDY! POZ ME! GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED!”

Daddy pulled the toothbrush out and shoved his dick in hard. As he fucked me I felt complete. With each thrust Daddy hammered into me I let out a guttural grunt, focusing on the sensations in my pussy. Closing my eyes I grabbed my dick, pumping long and furiously. Daddy’s scream set me off, causing me to erupt more cum all over the carpet. My orgasm was so overpowering I barely registered the flash. “I get his ass next Daddy,” I heard a deep voice say. I opened my eyes and couldn’t believe what was happening. Standing before me was a naked man who had to be only a few years older than me holding the camera. Just like Daddy his was ripped and fuckin' hot! But all I could focus on was his tattoo. Not only was it in the same spot as Daddy’s, it was also the exact same design.

To Be Continued

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Great story! Daddy should share his new cumdump and make him service men at the bathhouse, at the local adult bookstores. Maybe he needs to keep certain hours like 6pm to 9pm at x location, 9pm to midnight at y location and midnight to 3am at z location. So tops know where to find a cumdump when they need one. From 3am to 6am he can service Daddy and sleep a little before work. Come to think of it, he probably doesn't need a full time job anymore. Can downsize to part time hours, get a shitty apartment and just enough money to get by.

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