Fog Rolls Into the Marina

[Guest takingdeepanal]

On 1/12/2020 at 9:34 AM, takingdeepanal said:

@Gymguy8 - if there was a Pulitzer for chemsex porn, you'd be a definitely nominee. So juicy, so right. Oh Fuck,  this is SO SO RIGHT!

@Gymguy8 - above comment repeated!

[Guest STLjeffDadd]

Awesome chem cloud fuck story! Need more! Thanks. 

[negbtm]

Definitely gonna need another installment soon! 

[Bttm2go]

Love the story. Hope you keep it going.

[paintedgrey]

This is such a great story. Thanks for posting it.  

[SortaStillATwink]

On 4/28/2019 at 4:21 PM, Gymguy8 said:

would

One of the hottest on the site. 

[WAGoodTime]

hot as fuck!

[NSABB]

Been a while since I read about these hot jockbros

[kente]

FUCK. That's one of hottest stories I read here. So fucking nasty and delicious.

[Knightfalconer]

On 1/19/2020 at 2:02 AM, oinker said:

This is a great use of verbal expression of POZ gifting . Loved your erotic breeding of a James . Hope more very soon!

Totally agree.

A lot of authors shy away from having too much dialogue but this author is excellent at using it as a tool to progress the story. Very hot!

[ImXXX666]

On 3/28/2019 at 12:40 PM, Gymguy8 said:

1. Clint

"Are you awake?" Greg asked me softly. 

"Yeah, I am," I said. His cock was nestled against my ass, and his arm, already wrapped around my chest, sought out my nipple, and began to play with it.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me.

"Ok, I guess," I said. I was doing only ok; I wanted to never think again, and sleep the rest of the week. "Jason told me to go to practice yesterday. He said it would help."

"I know. Nathan told me to work out as well."

"I wonder what it would be like if we hadn't done that."

"Worse, I'm sure," Greg said. "How are you doing physically? After the weekend?"

I laughed. "You mean, how is my ass doing?" 

"Yeah. Exactly. How many was it?"

"Men? or loads?" I asked.

"Either. Both."

"For the men, you know them. But numbers? Honestly. I lost count. I mean, just starting out, I got at least four loads." Through the effects of the weed, the crystal, the GHB, and the lack of sleep, it was all a blur. But I remembered that seemingly, there was always a cock inside of me. Even when we went to the club, there was always a raw cock inside of me.

"At the end," Greg started. His cock pressed against me, desperate to assert its dominance over me. "You were so wet. So open."

"I know. It was hard to take you."

"It was?" Greg's voice suddenly got softer, more tender.

"Yeah. My hole was so damn sore." Greg's cock had been like a burning hot poker sliding into me. Jason had given me a few hits on the pipe before, and I think the thick clouds were the only thing that allowed me to take it.

"But you didn't say anything."

"I know. I didn't want to deny you," I said. The entire weekend was a bit of a fog, between the drugs, the sex, the men. I remembered finally coming down and being nestled between Greg and Jason, with Greg's cock right up against my hole. I wanted to be with Greg, to be with someone I knew and who knew me. 

"Really. Boo. You should have said something."

"No, it was ok. It was something I wanted to share with you." 

"And now?" Greg's cock was a titanium rod. It had been nearly two days since he had last gotten any relief, and his balls were filling up with his deadly juice.

"You want to fuck me?"

"Yeah," Greg replied. "I do."

"You want to fuck me with that poz cock of yours?"

"Yeah. I want to fuck you bareback. Breed that hot soccer jock butt of yours."

"Do you think I'll ever say no to you?"

"I think you should. But I am glad you don't." 

"Breed me," I said. As I reached for the tub of coconut oil Jason had given me, I extracted myself from Greg's embrace, and rolled onto my back. With one arm, I held up a leg, while I smeared some of the thick grease on my hole. It no longer hurt, but I had definitely been fucked hard over the weekend.

Greg knelt between my legs, his cock sticking up straight against his flat stomach. "You sure?" he asked, as he smeared some lube on his shaft. It glistened like a deadly snake, poised to strike. 

"Absolutely sure." My cock was throbbing, and I reached down to play with it. Despite how turned on and horny I was, my cock was remaining defiantly soft. It had been the same way in Palm Springs. Jason had said it sometimes happened in response to crystal. I felt a bit ashamed; the thing that made me a man was missing in action and left me only able to get fucked. "Fuck me. Breed me."

"Poz you?" Greg asked. His dick head was now pressed up against my hole. 

"That too," I said. I released my flaccid shaft and grabbed his waist. I pulled him closer to me. It also forced his cock into me. Luckily, my hole had mostly recovered from the assault over the weekend, and it was not the unpleasant experience I had feared when I first committed to Greg. But, on the other hand, neither was it completely pain-free. Like all good things, getting Greg's load was not going to be easy.

"I'm inside you, boo," Greg said. "My raw cock inside your hole." He was smiling widely, ecstatic to be connected with me again.

"Hell yeah," I said. Like his uncle, Greg was hung, and his cock was opening me up again. I didn't know if I was smiling in pleasure or wincing in pain. "Give it to me," I said. The line between pain and pleasure was a delicate one, and as Greg began to piston in and out of me, I crossed back and forth between the two worlds. 

"You want?" Greg asked me. He had reached over and found a bottle of poppers. 

"Please," I said. He unscrewed the cap, and took a quick hit, before handing the bottle to me. I inhaled deeply, letting the invisible gas fill my lungs. I handed it back to him. He took another long hit, before putting the cap back on and slamming his cock into me.

"Fuck," Greg moaned. "You feel amazing." He rested my legs on his shoulders, and bent me over. His face was inches from mine. I craned my neck, reaching up for our lips to meet. He did the same, and in the heat of the popper-fueled euphoria, we kissed deeply. "I want you to be mine. I want you to be my poz man."

"Your infected man."

"Taking all my loads."

"Taking all the loads," I repeated Greg's words back, with such a small, but such an important difference.

"Fucking sexy soccer slut," he said, pushing his cock deeper into me. He was dripping pre-cum now. Between the spit we were swapping in kissing, the sweat from our bodies, and the potent pre-cum dripping out of his cock, I couldn't get enough of his fluids. "So many men this weekend."

"So many loads," I said.

"And now you're in my fucking bed. Taking my dick."

I smiled. "Your bed?" I asked. "My bed. And you're fucking me in it."

"Our bed?" Greg said, offering a compromise.

"And you're marking me?" I asked.

"Marking you as mine."

"Always," I said. "I'll always be yours."

"Always taking my load?"

"Hell yeah!" I grunted. Greg held the poppers under my nose once more. I had no choice but to inhale and feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard."

Greg paused his assault on my ass long enough for him to do a hit as well. "You really want it? Really want my poz load up your hole?"

"Yeah," I said. "I do." Greg put the cap back on the poppers. "I want it from you."

"Me too," Greg said. His face was flushed, as the poppers started to hit him. "I'm getting close," he said.

"Don't pull out," I said. I grabbed onto Greg's waist, and pulled him in close. "I want every drop."

Greg leaned in to me, his eyes locked onto mine. His breathing was getting shorter, as he edged every closer to the inevitable release. With each stroke of his cock, my hole was also getting hungrier. "Please," I grunted, before he slammed his shaft back into me.

"Of course," he said, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. "I'm gonna fill that hole with my poz seed."

"Oh yeah," I said. His cock was dripping pre-cum now.

"Oh hell," he grunted, and slammed his cock into me. His body convulsed, his dick twitched, and my ass was filled with his thick, toxic seed. "Oh HELL," he grunted again, as another spam racked his body.

"Give it to me," I said, as I clenched my ass around his shaft, trying to milk out every drop. Greg had fucked me often enough that his cock was now a familiar presence in my body and his seed was a comforting presence. Other men provided variety and spice, but Greg provided consistency and solidity.

"Oh hell," Greg continued. In the middle of his orgasm, deep thought was well beyond his cognitive ability. All he was focused on was the pleasures and sensations from his dick. "Oh hell," he said again, as another spurt of semen landed inside of me.

"Every drop," I said. "Don't spare me. You know I want it. All of it." 

"You're getting it. Every drop."

"I want to be like you," I said.

"I want to give it to you." We didn't have to talk about what it was. We both knew the gift that he was sharing with me. "I want us to share it. Share a special bond." His orgasm ending, Greg was now able to speak more coherently.

"I like it when you cum in me," I said, as the last few drops dripped from his poz rod and into my body. 

"I like cumming in you." He leaned in and kissed me again. "I really like cumming in you."

"Me too," I said, between long kisses. His cock was still buried in my ass. Every once in a while, there would be a residual spasm from the orgasm, just enough to remind me that I was still impaled on his hard shaft. 

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said.

"Did you enjoy the weekend?" he asked me. We had barely talked about what had happened. I wasn't even sure I could remember all of the details, and here, the details were exactly how many times I had been fucked me over the course of the 36 hours.

"I did. Did you?"

"Hell yeah. Seeing you get fucked. Getting inside that sloppy soccer jock butt. Knowing how much you had done. Gets me hard just thinking about it."

He wasn't lying. His tool was still nestled inside my hole, and even though it was so soon after he came, his cock was starting to stiffen and lengthen. It felt like it was searching out some vulnerability hidden deep in my body. "I'm glad," I said. "Are we going to do it again?" I asked.

"The partying? Or the playing? Or both?"

"Both," I said. "Or either." 

He stared at me, his brown eyes examining my face, seemingly alert for every subtle twitch of my expression. "Yeah," he finally said. "I would. You?"

"I would. It felt good to share that with you. To share it with Nathan and Jason."

"With Sean? With Vic? Them too?"

"Yes, them too." I paused for a moment. I wanted to ask him something else. "Maybe. Next time," I stammered. I didn't want to end the sentence, to learn what Greg would think of me. So, I did the obvious thing, and kissed him.

"Next time?" Greg said, as he pushed me away. "You aren't going to get away from that opening with just a kiss."

"I dunno," I said. I knew what I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. 

Luckily, Greg came to my rescue. "So, you want a next time? I mean, partying?"

"Yeah," I said. "I do. And I liked it like this time. Some time with a group, but some time alone with you."

"Good," Greg said. "I liked sharing you. I liked seeing you go off with my friends, knowing they were going to fill you with their infected cum." He grinned. "And," he continued, "I liked getting fucked as well."

"I liked watching you take cock."

Greg's cock was now hard once more, and he was starting to slowly pump my ass. The cum he had recently injected into me was lubricating his strokes, making them just bearable. "Would you..." he started, but trailed off before he could complete the sentence. 

'Would I?" I parroted his statement back to him. "Would I what?" I tried to imagine what Greg wanted me to do, especially in light of all the things I did over the weekend. It was a short list.

"Would you want to play with Doug? I mean, party with him?"

"Yeah," I said. "I would. Is he..." I wanted to know if he had converted yet. Or, better, I needed to know. I wanted to be Greg's project, to convert first of all the men he had been fucking. If Doug got it first, I feared that Greg would think we weren't compatible.

"Not yet," Greg said. "At least last time we talked. Why? Hungry for more infected sperm?"

"Always. You know that." I clenched my hole, feeling Greg's shaft keeping me open. It reminded me just how vulnerable I was around him, although despite our near-constant efforts, I was just as healthy as the day we had first met. "But only you have what I want. What I need. Doug doesn't have it."

"I guess we're going to have to keep trying, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess so." I didn't tell him how jealous of Doug I was. I didn't mind that he was fucking Doug on a regular basis; I was included in their playtime often enough that it felt more like a team effort than anything else. Besides, I was getting plenty of dick other guys. What I was terrified of, what kept me up in at night, even when I was wrapped in Greg's arms, was what if Doug got infected before I did? 

"You ok, boo?" Greg asked me. He had noticed my attention had wandered. 

"Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. Going to be even better when you get me knocked up."

"I know. I'm looking forward to it as well." 

"What if it doesn't happen?" I asked.

"I love you," he said. 

"I love you too."

"We have years to make it happen." Greg pushed himself up off my chest. His hard cock was still deep in me; he pulled it out, then pushed it back in. The fluid from his first load squished around inside of me, a deadly mixture of sperm, semen, and virus. "But it's never going to happen if you don't keep taking loads."

"Poz loads," I said. "Fucking dirty, infected poz loads."

"Like mine." 

"Being slammed in deep," I said. "Fat, long dicks dripping infected pre-cum."

"Like mine," Greg echoed back. 

"Are you going to breed me again?" I asked. I was hungry for it. My mind was still a bit fogged by the after-effects of the crystal, and I suddenly felt like this was the most important question I had asked Greg. I was almost shaking from the immediate, overpowering fear that he would turn me down.

But my dark-haired stud did not fail me. "Yes. Of course I am. Longer. Deeper. Harder." With each word, he took a stroke into my ass, reminding me of exactly my position as the bottom. I gasped, but as Greg continued his relentless penetration and exploration of my hole, I moved past the point of pain, and into pleasure. I was aware of every millimeter of his cock as it explored my body, getting deeper than I thought possible.

"Please," I murmured. "Whatever you want. As long as I get your load."

"My poz load. You want my diseased spooge, don't you?" 

"Please," I said. My entire body ached for his cum. "I need it."

"You are a hungry stud today," Greg said. "I can feel it inside you. Sucking my cock in deeper. Milking out my pre-cum." He pushed in deeper, smiling as I winced in pain. "Oh, baby," he said, noticing my wince. "You ok?" However solicitous his voice was, I noticed that his cock stayed just as deep in me as ever.

"Just a second. Let me get used to it."

"Of course. And this never hurts, does it?" He held the bottle of poppers under my nose. It was impossible for me not to inhale the thick chemical aromas. The poppers hit me fast and hard, the sudden rush radiating out from my brain, across my body, and focusing in on my hole. "Keep on taking it. Fucking big hit." 

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as my mind exploded into a million different thoughts. "Oh goddamn fuck," I moaned, as my body was racked by spasms of pleasure. 

"Focus," Greg said, stroking my abs, finding my treasure trail down to my dick. I looked down, expecting to see the soft husk of my dick. However, as Greg's greasy hands ran over it, I was amazed to see it stiff and erect. "Focus on my cock," Greg said again. "Focus on my poz cock. Focus on me dripping deadly pre-cum into you."

"Oh god," I moaned. "I want it. Give me your virus." I had just heard Jason talk about spreading the bug when he had been fucking me over the weekend. Memories of those intense two days were coming back to me, albeit blurred by the drugs we had done. The memories were making focus on anything hard. "Just cum in me."

"Oh fuck, you want this deadly load, don't you?" Greg had grabbed onto my cock, and was stroking it in synchrony with my own strokes onto his dick. "So fucking hard, getting pounded by my poz cock."

"Oh fuck." Greg's hand on my cock had sent another spasm of pleasure through my body, and I was worried I was going to cum far too soon. If I came, I wasn't going to be able to get fucked, and I didn't want to deny Greg the opportunity to breed my hole once more. "Just cum in me. Fucking fuck me up and infect me." 

"Wanna give it to you," Greg grunted. "Fucking hot bro, you begging for my poz seed. Getting me so damn close."

I saw the look in Greg's eyes. Crazed with lust, the animal that all of us possessed was coming out. Once the fierce beast took over Greg's mind, it was only a matter of time before my boyfriend would shoot me full of his toxic waste. I knew how to bring out the beast. "Come on man," I said. "Wanna feel that deadly cum in my hole. Get me knocked up. Get me infected."

"You want it?" Greg replied, the beast spreading from his eyes across his face. "Tell me what you want, bro."

"I want your sperm. I want you to shoot in me. I want you to breed me with that infected cum of yours." I caught my breath. "I want you to give me AIDS. I want you to be the one that kills me."

"Oh hell, bro," Greg said, the sounds almost an indistinct growl. "You're going to get it." The battle against beast had been lost. The man I knew as Greg, my boyfriend, was no longer fucking me. Instead, I was being raped by a totally different, yet strangely familiar Greg. Everything about him was amplified, from his personality to seemingly the size of his cock. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me.

"Give me the virus," I said, before jamming my tongue in his mouth. His reaction was immediate; his cock slammed back into my hole. Since the poppers had long worn off, I was barely prepared for the intrusion. I winced and simultaneously tightened my ass around his cock. "Owwwwww," I grunted.

"You ok?" I nodded. "Good, because I don't want to stop," Greg said. The animal was still there, still controlling him. He continued. "I'm not going to stop." His hips were slamming against my ass now, each stroke pushing his cock deeper into my body, and his balls closer to releasing their load. "Gonna seed you good. Fuck this virus cum into you."

"I'm here to take your infected cum any time you need it. Fuck that poz jizz into me." 

"Oh yeah," Greg growled. "Oh Yeah," he growled again, this time loud and more intense. "Oh Yeah!," he continued. He was fucking me, and with his fast, deep strokes, I could feel the steady stream of pre-cum, heralding the imminent arrival of his orgasm. "OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, loudly enough that I wondered if the other guys in the dorm could hear him. 

Then he leaned in, and whispered something in my ear. The contrast in loudness only emphasized the sensitive, intimate nature of what he had to say. "I'm going to infect my lover with AIDS." 

"I'm going to let my poz boyfriend fuck me bareback. And fill me with his dirty cum." I gave him a kiss and his strokes sped up. He was on edge, and I wasn't going to prolong his agony. "Breed me with your poz sperm." 

"Take it," he said. His body went rigid, as did his cock buried deep in my hole. There was a momentary stillness that engulfed both of us. My tongue in his mouth and his raw cock deep in my guts both stood motionless.

But then, the two bombs between Greg's legs exploded. They were each small death factories, constantly pumping out Greg's signature toxic juice. I could feel the explosion travel up his cock, right before it burst into my gut, filling me with the promised second load. "Shoot it in me," I murmured, between frantic kisses.

"Take it," he grunted again, as another jet of cum shot out of his dick into my body. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against his body. I did the same to him. "Take my poz load," he said. We were holding on to each other tightly now, making sure that Greg's deadly spooge was delivered deep into my body. Even if I had wanted, there was no way I could escape being impregnated.

"Please," I said. His cock was white-hot poker in my guts and his cum barely quenched the burning. But the pain didn't matter. It was a price I gladly paid for Greg, for having this amazing man fuck me, for him showing how much he cared about me. "I want it."

"Take it," he said, one last time. His thrusts were slowing down and were no longer quite the visceral, animal acts. The beast was receding, and the man I knew was returning. "Let me fill you up."

"Let me carry your loads to class today."

"I love my loads inside you."

"I love your loads inside me," I said. There was that particular post-orgasmic happiness engulfing the two of us. Greg's cock was still deep in my body and his cum was now being absorbed and becoming a part of me. There was a peace between us; Greg had accomplished his essential mission of breeding my hole and with the insistent distraction of his cock out of the way, other topics could be considered.

Greg wrapped his other arm around me, pulled me even tighter, and rolled over. He made it seem effortless, although it was an expert move to do, keeping his cock inside of me. "What about you?" he asked me, reaching down for my dick. It was still hard, and with his touch, I realized just how horny I was. "Your turn. Stroke that boy cock for me. Shoot your load."

"Boy cock?" I asked, grabbing it and stroking it. "It's not as big as yours, I know. But hardly a boy cock."

Greg laughed. "A man's cock shoots charged up sperm. A boy's cock shoots blanks." For a moment, I saw the man Greg would become. It was an echo of Nathan, but hardly a reflection. My dick twitched in response. More than anything else, I wanted to be with this man, and at that moment, with his cock deep inside me, we were as close as two men could get. 

As I rode his still-hard cock, I stroked my dick. "Oh god," I moaned. "I'm going to cum."

"Fuck yeah, Clint," he said. "All over my chest. Shoot that cum on me." 

"Oh god," I grunted again. Greg's cock was deep in my ass. Every move I made reminded me of how tender and used my hole was, but yet, I could hardly stop myself from fucking myself on his manhood. "Oh god," I said as my balls clenched tight. "Oh GOD," I said, passing the point of no return. An arc of white jizz shot out of my cock, over Greg's chest, and landed on the pillow next to his head.

"Come on," Greg said. "Shoot it." The next spurt wasn't quite as powerful, but it was larger. The spurt landed on his chest, a long white line starting just below his shoulder and ending at the base of his pec. Several more followed in quick succession, covering Greg's torso with my thick white sperm. "Fuck, that's nice," Greg said, as he scooped up some of my cum and licked it off his fingers. "So fresh. So pure." 

"You need to fix that."

"I know. I'm trying. You're trying. It will happen." Greg wiped up more of my cum and let it drip into his mouth. "That was hot," I said.

"Yeah, it was." He let his fingers drift across my torso, following the contours of my muscles and eventually landing at my cock. "So hot to think about infecting you."

"And afterwards? Find a new model?"

"Of course. For both of us to infect."

"I want that. A lot."

"Me too," Greg said. "So, you up for a weekend with Doug?"

"Fucking?" I asked. "Partying?"

"Both," Greg said. "A lot of both."

"Yeah," I said. "You thinking this weekend?"

"I am."

"Not a lot of time," I said.

"For?"

"You to convert me."

"Or for Doug to get puzzled up."

"Yeah. But now, I can't decide which I want."

"How so," Greg asked.

"If I want Doug to be poz and fuck me. Or for me to be poz and fuck Doug."

"There's a third option," Greg said. "Both of you poz and fuck me."

"There is that," I said. I collapsed on top of Greg. My cum squished between us as we kissed deeply. 

Fucking hot and romantic 🥵