Photographing Jason

[Gymguy8]

1. Nathan

I'm a professional photographer. Most of the time, my work involves taking pictures of stuff for catalogs. It's boring, but it pays the bills. Every once in a while, I get to do something more interesting, like someone who needs better pictures for online dating, or occasionally, my friend Thomas needs pictures for his porn movie business. I met Jason through Thomas. Thomas needed some stills of Jason for the website, and his usual photographer was on vacation.

Generally, Thomas had twinky little boys in his movies, which didn't do much me. He had given me all three of Jason's movies, and I waited until the night before to even look at the cover. As I expected, most of the models did nothing for me, except for Jason. Rather than a skinny eighteen year-old, he was muscular. Not quite big enough to be a football player, but still, incredible muscles and a big cock. I watched all of his scenes intently, and although he always was the top, it seemed like he was genuinely into it, making out with the other boys, and sometimes even going down on them.

Thomas didn't particularly care if his models wore condoms or not, which meant that only the most puritanical of them did. Jason was no exception, and all of his scenes ended with a huge unprotected cum shot right into the eager hole of the bottom. He was always hard enough to stick his cock in again at the end, and work the jizz a ittle deeper in. I ended the evening eager to see him in person.

Jason was right on time, arriving at my place a few minutes before the six o'clock appointment. In real life, he was a little shorter than I expected; right about my height at 5'8", and maybe twenty pounds heavier than me, around 200lbs. Of course, all of that was extra muscle. He had close-cropped brown hair, and was clean shaven. At the time, I worried that I was reading too much into it, but there seemed to be an immediate attraction between us. I found him easy to work with. We started talking about each other, and he quickly volunteered that he was twenty, just out of high school, but waiting on college. He had been on the wrestling team and had been working out extensively ever since, which explained the musculature. He had brought a few different items of clothing, and I asked him to wear a tank top, a jock strap, and a pair of jeans. He started to change right in front of me, so I took the opportunity to start taking pictures.

He was a natural show-off, letting me get pictures of his chest, nipples, slowly revealing his cock and ass. One thing I found interesting was that it always seemed easier to get pictures of his ass than his cock. It was almost like he was hiding his dick, and showing off his ass. That was odd behavior for a top, but I wasn't complaining. As he pulled on the jock strap for the actual photo shoot, I got a perfect shot of his ass. He even spread his cheeks, allowing me a great view of his hole. It had a little bit of fur around it, but was mostly smooth.

After he was done dressing for the shoot, we moved over to where I had the lights set up. He started to pose for me, still showing off his amazing butt. I wanted to get into it, but thought he was just being a cocktease. "I've watched a few of your films. Are you always a top, even off camera?" I asked.

"So, far, yes," Jason replied.

"Yes? Have you thought about bottoming before?"

"Thomas really wants me to bottom. But it would have to be for the right man, of course."

"Who would be the right man?" I asked.  We continued to take pictures as we talked.  Jason had removed his tank top and was now slowly unbuttoning his jeans, revealing his white jock strap.

"He's got to be male.  Probably about my height, muscular, a beard, a hairy chest, a wicked smile, a nice body." He was looking right at me as he said, "and amazing green eyes."

I didn't need any more hints to realize that he was describing me. "And would you let him fuck you bareback as well?"

"I think so."

"Would it be a problem if the top was poz?"

"Yes, but..." He stopped talking for a bit, and I moved in as he let his jeans fall to the ground, continuing to take pictures. He went on, slowly, "I don't give my bottom a choice. I always fuck them bareback. To me, it seems disrespectful to make a top wear a rubber." He turned around, letting me see his perfect ass, framed by the white jock strap he was wearing. He bent down slightly, letting me get a glimpse of his hole. There was a spray of hair around his hole. He tried to say something, but he kept starting over. Finally, "I want to feel your skin next to mine," clearly emphasizing the word 'your'.  

I thought this was where he was going, but I hadn't wanted to get my hopes up. But with his admission, I knew I was going to spill my seed inside of him tonight, and decided I wanted it now. I lowered my camera, and moved in, starting to lick his ass a bit. He moaned as my tongue reached his virgin hole, pushing himself against my face. I could feel my beard rubbing against his ass cheeks, getting my tongue right into his hole. We didn't say anything for a while. We just got used to our new closeness, no longer hiding our desires and needs. Jason clearly needed to be fucked. As I pushed my tongue into him, I could feel how tight and hot his hole was, and how he pushed against me, trying to get anything and everything into him. As we worked together to loosen him up, he finally managed to put together a coherent sentence, "Please. Breed me tonight."

That was all I needed to hear. I put down my camera, and told him to join me over in the bed. I got out some lube and poppers. He took the poppers and did a hit, as I started to finger him. It was clear from how tight he was, he hadn't been fucked much, if any. But, between his new found desire to get bred and the poppers, we quickly got first one, then two, and finally three fingers into him. From my experience, my dick was a little thicker than that, but I wanted him to really feel his first fuck. "Are you ready?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, I am." He reached down and felt my cock. It was hard as a rock, bobbing in the air, sniffing out his hole. "And you too, I can see."

"Oh, yeah, I definitely am," I replied, as I arranged him on his back, put his muscular legs on my shoulders, and started to tease his hole with my cockhead. "You want this in you?"

"Fuck yes." He took a long hit on the poppers, which was my cue to start working my cock into him. "Go slowly," he asked.

"Don't worry. I want this to feel good for both of us."

As much as I wanted to slam all eight raw inches right into him, I knew that would risk hurting him, and he'd want to stop. I did my best to go slowly, first getting the head inside of him. As it popped in, his face froze. I paused, just feeling the warmth of his hole. Finally, he relaxed and got used to my presence inside of him, letting me slide a little further in. "Ok?" I asked. He nodded, and I pressed in another inch or so.

This time, there was no grimace of pain. "It feels good. Amazing." I pushed in another two inches, feeling my cock get enveloped in his hot and tight hole. After a few more seconds to get used to it, he asked, "Don't stop, please?" And I was only too happy to oblige.

I took my time to get all the way into him. He was tight, as befitted an anal virgin, but was relaxing and opening up quickly. I had worked my way in carefully, and soon felt my balls hit his ass. I didn't rush it, but took my time, working up to the steady, insistent pistoning that was a man fucking another man. I paused, and stared into his handsome face. He was staring at me, an involuntary smile of happiness on him. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"Sure."

"How long have you been poz?"

"About ten years now," I answered.

"How did you get it?" He didn't look scared. It was just pure curiosity. I didn't mind. He had let into the most secret part of himself. The least I could do was let him find out about me.

"Like this. Letting tops fuck me bareback." I pushed all the way into him. I didn't want him to forget I was still invading him. My cock was an integral part of his body now.

"Did you know they were poz?"

"Some yes, some no. It's a story for a different time." I leaned down and kissed him, letting our tongues and spit mix. Of course, with me on top of him, he got more of my tongue and spit. That was the way I wanted it now. There would be other times later to get his spit and cum in me. "This should be about you, not me. It's nearly your first fuck and your first bareback fuck."

"I know."

"Did you know anything would happen, even fucking me when you came over here?" I asked him. I could feel the heat coming off his muscular chest, as each stroke into his warm ass let me rub up against him.

"No. I hadn't planned on anything. Anything at all."

"So having a poz cock injecting a load into your ass is a big surprise?"

"Very much." He arched his back, pushing himself down on my penis. Once more we reached the limit of penetration, his hole hitting the base of my shaft, asking "You are going to give me your load, right?"

"Yes, of course I am." By then, I couldn't have pulled out of him even if he had begged me. I wanted to breed him so badly. "What made you want my cock? My load?"

"I wanted to do something with you the minute I saw you. I don't know what it was. The way you looked? The way you acted? The way you smelled?" He buried his nose in my neck, taking a deep scent. "You were so fucking male, I needed to mate with you somehow."

"And you were willing to give up your hole?"

"After a minute around you, I would have done anything you wanted. This is hardly a sacrifice. Your cock buried in me is something I want. And your cum in me is something I fucking need."

I could feel a shudder run through his body. It was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Everything ok?" I asked, but I didn't stop pushing myself into him. His hole was far too warm and welcoming for me to pull out unless he begged me hard. And even then, I would have continued.

"Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so amazing, your cock in me. You're dripping pre-cum, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am. A lot. It's hard to be in a man like you and not be marking the territory."

"You should. Now, there will always be a bit of you in me." I pulled out almost all the way, and shoved my cock into him. "Or a lot of me in you." He smiled. "Are you scared?" I asked.

"Of? Getting pozzed?"

"Yeah.  A part of my mind is screaming about it, telling me to run away before I make the biggest mistake of my life. But mostly, I think this is what I've needed for a really long time. I've just never known it. It feels so good, you inside me, skin to skin. I am so thankful you find me hot enough to leak pre-cum in me. And how perfect it will be when your cock injects me with your seed."

After that explanation, I only wanted to fuck him harder. I wanted to get my poz cum deep into him, to breed him the way we both wanted it to happen. I flipped him onto his knees, getting him doggy style. I loved this position; it gave me the ability to explore every aspect of him, and kept him from pulling away too much. But I need not have worried. He leaned back onto my cock at the perfect times, making sure we coupled as easily and as deeply as possible.

It must have been at least ten minutes of hard fucking. I was leaking so much pre-cum that we never needed more lube, despite my pulling all the way out, and slamming back home. Only the first one of those got a gasp of pain from him. After that, "Fuck yeah," and "Give it to me" were responses. Although I didn't tell him this outright, my main goal was to rough up his hole a bit. If I had a choice, I wish I hadn't been dripping as much pre-cum. I knew the pre-cum was a pretty potent mix, so I didn't worry too much about him not getting enough of my gifts into his system.

We switched positions, back to him on his back, his legs on my shoulders. I was driving into him deep, enjoying how hot he was inside. We would kiss, and feel my hairy chest against his smooth skin, our sweaty muscles alternately sticking to each other, and gliding across each other. I paused for a second, and almost pulled out, just the head of my cock remaining inside. He looked right at me, on his face a blissed-out smile. "What are you thinking?" he asked me.

"How much I love being inside you. How much I enjoy dripping my pre-cum into you, how much I get off on pushing myself deeper into you," I said. "And you?"

He closed his eyes, and I pushed back into him letting my cock sink all the way. I stopped only when I could feel my balls hit his ass. He gasped a little, but I knew he could take it. "When I've fucked guys, I've never understood why they would beg me for my cum," he said. "Now I really understand their need for cum. My need for cum."

"You want my load?"

"Fuck yeah. I need your poison in me. Deep in me." "You know there is no turning back? No second chances."

"I know, and I don't care. All I want right now is for you to cum inside me, and let me carry your dirty seed all night long."

"I want nothing else."

I grabbed the bottle of poppers, and took a long hit. I put it under his nose, and let him take a hit. He motioned that he was good, but I left it there a little longer. I wanted him to really enjoy this last assault on his ass. I took one more hit before putting the bottle aside. I waited for the poppers to hit both of us. Then I began my final battle with his hole, determined to win. I pulled all the way out, just the tip of my cock still inside him. Then I slammed into him, pushing myself a bit deeper into him. I wanted to make sure his hole was well-plowed before I shot my wad. I took no risks that my pozcum wouldn't find fertile ground to grow in this beautiful man.

His face was a contorted mass of pain and pleasure. I know the constant pounding was starting to hurt him a bit, but he wanted my cum so badly, it didn't matter to him. My balls were pulling in tight and my cock was dripping pre-cum in a constant stream. I couldn't hold off much longer, and we both knew it. "Please. I need it," he managed to gasp out, between my insistent, hard stokes, and his gulps of air.

That was all I needed to hear to push me over the edge. I took one more stroke out and then a deep thrust in. My cock stiffened and pulsed, and I could feel the first squirt of jizz leave my cock and enter him. All my rational control disappeared with my orgasm. I held onto him tightly, keeping his body pinned down as my hips thrashed wildly, forcing my cock in and out. The stimulation kept me cumming, a second spurt, a third, and a fourth, filling his hole with my seed. It seemed never to end. He had a hungry ass that kept on milking my cock, not letting me pull out and greedily holding on to every drop of seed I pumped out. We were locked at the lips as well, kissing deeply.

The fifth and sixth spurts were a little weaker; my hips were slowing down, and I was able to make a conscious effort to stay deep, making sure I got my load where his defenses were weakest. The seventh spurt was my last. I kept my cock in him, massaging my load into his delicate, bare insides. We stayed in position, his legs still on my shoulders, my cock still lodged inside of him. The last drops of my load were dripping out, collecting with the rest of my sperm inside of him. I was still kissing him; his mouth was still full with my tongue. He broke off for a second and asked, "So, is that it?"

"What do you mean? I definitely have another load for you tonight. And more tomorrow."

"No. I meant, am I poz now?"

"Oh. That. Probably not. It takes a lot more than a single fuck, no matter how good, to get pozzed up." I couldn't read his face. "Having second thoughts? Is that a good thing?"

"No. I don't know. Yes. I'm not going back. And I want to do this many more time. I'm going to get at least one more load from you tonight." He smiled.

"Don't worry. You'll get at least one more. Maybe two." I shifted a bit, taking the weight off my knees, and letting my dick slowly slide out of his hole. There was a pop sound and little bit of white cream dribbled out with my cock. I reached down and rubbed the cum into his hole. He laughed slightly. "What's funny?" I asked.

"Last weekend, I did an orgy scene for Thomas. I was the last of five guys to fuck Todd. When I finally pulled my cock out of him, he made the same sound."

"And now you're making it with only one top."

"Yeah. At the time, I remember thinking how nasty the bottom was. I mean, he was way hot, but Todd had only met me before. He took all of our cocks and jizz. Total strangers to him."

"And now?"

"I'm jealous of him. He got five loads in him, from five guys. I got one, but from a very hot guy." I lay down beside him. He shifted around, his head falling in my arm, his head encircled by my armpits. "Damn. Your pits smell awesome."

"You felt so good to be inside of. I want to get back inside you. I need to breed you again," I replied.

[Hotload84]

I'm happy to see this story posted, Gymguy8. It, and it's sequel, were posted on bugshare.net, but disappeared as that site crashed. Thanks for posting it! I've removed the hard returns for ease of reading.

Edited March 28, 2011 by Hotload84

[Gymguy8]

Glad you like it Hotload84. I have not only the second installment, but at least three or four more written. I just need to edit them and upload them. I know a lot of people liked the stories on Bugshare, and I'm happy to be able to share them here.

[Hotload84]

Glad you like it Hotload84. I have not only the second installment, but at least three or four more written. I just need to edit them and upload them. I know a lot of people liked the stories on Bugshare, and I'm happy to be able to share them here.

I'm really glad to hear that, Gymguy8. Look forward to the sequels.

[TwistedBBboy]

Wow! I remember this story from Bugshare. It was easily one of my faves. Would make me cum EVERYTIME I read it. I think I even emailed back and forth with Gymguy8 about it but he stopped responding and I figured the story was lost forever. Thank god it isn't!

[Gymguy8]

2. Jason

I got home around 3:00, and managed to get my shoes and socks off before falling into bed. Nathan had gotten two more loads into me that night, and I could feel both his sperm and his virus slowly penetrating my gut, becoming a part of me as I fell asleep. In a weird way, it made me feel safe, that Nathan was becoming a part of me.

I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. Normally, all I could think about was sticking my cock into a warm mouth or a tight hole and blasting my load into it. But that morning, I really wanted to feel a cock inside of me, pounding me, and forcing a load deep into me. And I wanted it to be Nathan's dangerous cock. My hand went down to my shaft, and started to stroke it. As I jerked off, all I could think about was the night before. Nathan's body against mine. Nathan's dick inside me. His mouth against mine. And most of all, those moments when his eyes rolled back, his hips thrust, and he exploded inside of me. His toxic dick snot shooting into me.

I had only cum once last night, as he was fucking me the second time, so it didn't take long for me to get off that morning. It was a deep, wrenching explosion shooting hard from my cock. I shot all over myself, covering my chest with cum. Looking at it pooling on my pecs, I knew that I was still shooting blanks. Nathan hadn't yet been able to fire the kill shot.

Lying there with a trail of jizz across my chest, freshly jerked out in Nathan's honor, I knew I had to see him again. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be just like him. I gave in to the inevitable, and called him.

"Hey there. Was just thinking about you," he said.

"You were?"

"Yeah. We started something last night, and we need to finish it."

"You mean?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that. He had gotten to my desires so directly. But, my dick surely knew my needs, getting hard immediately upon hearing him. How had he known so well what I wanted?

"I was looking at the pictures from the photo shoot. We never even managed to get you undressed."

I laughed. It never occurred to me that we hadn't even gotten a naked picture of me. "True, I guess we found other things to do." I remembered how I had begged him for the third load of the night, how it surprised me how much I needed it. And how much both of us had enjoyed the long fuck to get it into me. Part of me wasn't quite ready to face that need again. I had butterflies in my stomach, but my cock was throbbing.

"We did find better things to do, didn't we? Don't worry though. I'm sure we'll be doing those things soon enough. I could give your ass at least two more loads right now." My ass twitched in anticipation. "Not having any second thoughts about me fucking you raw, are you?"

"No. I've already jerked off this morning remembering it," I said. Judging by how hard my cock was right now, I probably had at least one more load in me.

"Nice. I wish I had been there to see that."

I asked "Please, can I see you tonight?" I was pretty sure of the answer, but I didn't know his schedule.

"Of course. Swing by around 7:00. Wear the same clothes. We do need to finish the photo shoot. Otherwise Thomas is going to wonder."

I wanted to keep Nathan on the phone and hear his voice as I pounded out another load. But I knew he had work to do. And I needed to start my day. "I'll see you then."

"Good. And don't jerk off again. I want you horny and eager. I'm not going to jack off, so there will be a few big loads for you."

We hung up. I was literally shaking in excitement. And fear. I had just made arrangements for another round of bareback fucking by an HIV-positive man. As the bottom. No pulling out. No avoiding his deadly virus. Two days ago, it would have been something I would have never imagined, much less considered. But today, I was fighting myself not to jerk off again thinking about it. I decided to try to distract myself and went to the gym.

At the gym, I found myself working my glutes hard. It was as if my sub-conscious wanted to give Nathan the best possible ass to fuck, for him to want nothing else than to have his cock deep in my hole.

Of course, seven o'clock didn't come anywhere near fast enough. As the hours dragged by, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to show up a little early. Before the gym, I had laid out the same clothes as the day before: the jeans, the tank top, and the jock strap. The jock strap smelled a bit of sex, some lube, a bit of cum, and a bit of Nathan. As I put it on, the smell and feel of it made my cock harden. I had to try to think about something other than Nathan in order to fit into the jock.

Even the walk to Nathan's house was a constant source of reminders of him. In guys I passed, I thought I could see his eyes, maybe a hint of his smile, or worst of all a shadow of his cock in their crotches. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get through a full photo shoot without jumping Nathan and making him ravage my unprotected hole. Finally, I got there, and rang the doorbell.

In moments, he was at the door, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. I could see a bit of his chest hair poking out through the top of the t-shirt and it was hard not to bury my face into it right there at the door. He pulled me in, grabbed my ass, and started to kiss me. I didn't resist. I couldn't resist. I let him explore my mouth and push himself against me. Like the night before, as I inhaled his scent, I knew I wouldn't deny him anything he wanted. It would be fundamentally wrong deny him any pleasure I could give. Finally, he broke off the kiss. "God, it's good to see you again."

"Yeah. I couldn't wait to see you either."

"So, should we get to work?" He closed the door, and motioned for me to follow him back to the studio. As we walked to the back, I noticed his ass for the first time. Like everything about Nathan, it was nearly perfect. I wondered if I would ever get to slide my cock up there, and mark, just as he was marking me. I wanted him to be mine. "Here we are. Why don't we start with you getting undressed?" he said. "Go slowly, so I can take pictures."

"Sounds good." He had the camera and lights already set up, so I just started to undress. I unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall. In some photo shoots, it was hard for me to connect with the photographer, and figure out what he wanted me to do next. But with Nathan, it was easy. I wanted him as aroused as possible, until he had no choice but to rape me. I turned around, and bent over to unlace my boots. I knew he was getting an excellent view of my ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jock. I reached back, and pulled apart my cheeks. He moved in for a close-up of my hole.

We continued this slow dance of me undressing: first, boots off. Then close-ups of my feet. Standing and stretching. Next, a slight smile on my face as my hand dropped into my jock strap. Stroking my cock. Tank top coming off. Tweaking my nips. Bending over. Pulling off my jeans. Finally, I reached back again, and slid a finger into my hole. As I pulled my finger out, I heard him stop taking pictures. "Wait. Stop," he said.

I stood up. "What's wrong?"

"This isn't right." I looked at him, but he was smiling. "There's no cum dripping out of your hole. We need to fix that." He unzipped his shorts, and stepped out of them, his already erect member popping up.

"I think you're right. You got some fresh jizz ready for me?"

"Definitely. Get my cock wet and ready, boy." I got down on my knees right in front of him, wrapping my lips around the tip of his shaft. Nathan's cock was pretty thick. I did my best to get it in my mouth. But, I wasn't really used to giving head. I tried my best to work my way down his shaft, I was able to get about half way down comfortably, his cock head was just pushing against the back of my throat. I looked up at him, and he was looking down, smiling. "All the way boy. You can do it, I know." I could hear the steely masculinity in his voice. I knew if I couldn't do it, Nathan would have no trouble forcing it into my throat. And he would probably even enjoy it. I swallowed, and started to work his shaft down my throat. Better I did it at my pace rather than at his pace.

After a few minutes of effort, his cockhead was nestled in my throat, pushing against my windpipe. It was a new feeling of submission for me, knowing how close I was to either choking or gagging. Other guys, when I gave them head, it wasn't such a big deal. I'd work on their dickhead, lick up the pre-cum, and move on to the main course of getting my cock into their hole. This time was different. Nathan wanted control over my body, to know that he could do anything he wanted. And I was giving it to him, inch by gag-inducing inch. I looked up at him. He was watching me, enjoying me getting his cock hard and wet. "Don't stop, Jason. You're doing fine." He reached up and pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it in the corner. Seeing his hairy, muscular chest made me want him all the more. I reached around, and grabbed the small of his back, using the leverage to force myself the last inch down his shaft.

That proved to be a little more than I could bear, and I felt myself gagging, unable to stand his cock in my throat any more. Nathan reacted quickly, pulling his cock out. "Relax boy. It's ok." His hands rubbed my head, comforting me. Just his cockhead was in my mouth, letting me breathe again. My mouth was watering, and a few tears dripped from my eyes. "You're doing well. It's not easy, is it?" he said.

I nodded, just enjoying feeling his legs press against my chest, his dick drip some precum into my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and kneeled down, his face level with mine. I stared into his penetrating hazel eyes. "You look so beautiful with my shaft in you mouth. I want this to work for both of us." He kissed me.

"It's bigger than I'm used to," I said. I was still crying a bit, a reaction to gagging on his manhood. He wiped the tears away from my cheek. "But I want you inside me."

"I know. Just a second. Stay there." He stood up and went to a table in the corner. As he walked there, I couldn't help but stare at his now naked ass once more. Even that was sexy, I found myself wanting to bury my face in his crack, find his hairy hole and lick it. Get him to moan, and beg me to stick my cock up there. Not with the weak shaft I had now, but fucking him with my powerful poz cock. When both of us were infected with his virus. He pulled some lube and a bottle of poppers out of a drawer, and came back. "This should help," he said, as he put the bottle under my nose. I took a long hit, then he put it under the other nostril. "Again, Jason." I did another huff, knowing I'd be flying shortly. He did a hit himself, then held the bottle back under my nose. "Ready to take it all the way down, boy?" he asked.

I nodded, and he put the cap back on the bottle. I looked at his hard shaft, right at eye level. Powered by the poppers, I knew I could do this. I felt his hands on the back of my head, his dripping cockhead against my lips. Then his cockhead was in my mouth, the virus-laden precum on my tongue. Further in, his cockhead was against the back of my throat,and I felt the beginning of a gag. I forced myself to ignore it, and then his cockhead was in my throat. Nathan pushing in further, and I was opening up to accept him. Then his cockhead was deep in my throat. Finally, my lips hit his pubes, and the two of us were linked perfectly together. It was one of the many ways two men could join as one, and it was a connection that we both needed right then.

His balls were resting on my chin with his shaft deep in my throat. He was dripping his deadly pre-cum right into my stomach. The poppers had turned this from merely me on my knees sucking him off to outright cockworship. I was giving him the devotion a masculine, commanding man demanded and deserved.

I had my hands wrapped around his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle in them and letting me keep my head right against his body. He was still holding the back of my head, which helped to keep my lips right up against his trimmed pubic hair. He moaned, enjoying the feeling of getting all the way into me, and me swallowing the full length of his shaft. "Fuck, Jason. That feels amazing." He relaxed his grip on my head slightly, and pulled out a bit. Then pushed his dick back in, the edge of his cockhead massaging my throat.

I found, to my surprise, that my throat had relaxed enough that his penetration didn't bother me at all. I let him enjoy the pleasure of throatfucking me. I was finally able to let him slowly work his cock in and out. His hard shaft was going in and out of my mouth, rubbing against my tonsils and pressing into my airway. Finally, I had to take a breath, and pulled off of his dick. I looked up at Nathan, and he was staring down at me, his expression one of total bliss. "That head was fucking awesome, boy," he said. "How did it feel for you?"

"Like kissing a god," I said, in between gasps of air. I hadn't thought I would be able to do it, but between the poppers and deep concentration, it seemed almost easy. "I love your cock inside of me. Any way I can get it. Any way you want."

"And I love sticking my erection in you, Jason." He held my face close by his cock. I could feel the heat from it and could sense how wet it had gotten in my throat. "You want me to continue mouthfucking? Or cam I get back into your ass?" he asked.

As much as I had liked sucking him off, I really wanted his weapon in my ass. All day, I had been dreaming of him fucking me again. The blow job was just to get him ready. I needed him to blast another load of his pozcum inside of me. "Get back in my ass. I need you to breed me again."

"Right on, Jason." He pulled me up from my knees, and kissed me. His hands moved down to my ass, grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel his fingers gently rub over my hole. The contact sent chills through my entire body. He broke off the kiss, "You recovered from last night? Ready for more?" he asked.

"I hope. Go slowly at first, please."

"Once my cock gets inside your hole, I'm not sure I can control myself. I want to plow that hole deep. And hard." He pushed his cock between my legs, the head rubbing up against my hole. He continued, "I want to plant my seed way up there. Let it grow in your fertile, innocent body."

"Please. Fuck me. Breed me," I said. I was rubbing my hole against his cock like a cat in heat.

"Turn around. Bend over," Nathan told me. I did as I was told. My ass was up in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Nathan handed me the poppers, and poured some lube on my ass. It was a little cold at first, but he rubbed a finger over my hole, pushing in and loosening me up. I opened up easily, and soon he had three fingers inside of me. "Ready?" he asked me.

"Of course," I said. "I need your cock inside of me. Your cum blasted deep." I was surprised at how quickly I had opened up. It was a sign of how badly I needed him. I took a hit from the poppers, and was then ready for his penetration. Nathan put some lube on his shaft, then lined his cock up with my hole. I could feel the head pushing against me. In an instant, I was no longer in control of myself. Some animal part of me had taken over, and was making all of my decisions for me. It was looking only for the immediate pleasure and not worrying about or caring about the consequences tomorrow. I pushed back against him, and with a quiet pop, his dick entered me. His poz cock. Again, totally raw and skin to skin.

"Oh fuck. You feel so good," he said. "I could cum right now." He plunged all the way into me. With the poppers fueling me, I felt filled for the first time that day. Nathan fucking my hole raw was something I had always needed, but until yesterday had never known I wanted. "I'm not going to be able to last long," he said. He was pounding my hole in short, quick strokes. His dick was opening up my hole quickly, trying to force itself deep inside of me.

"As long as I can get another load from you later," I answered. I didn't care when he came. I just wanted his sperm inside me. Although, I knew as soon as he pulled his cock out of me, I was going to want him back inside of me. I took another hit from the poppers. As I was snorting on the bottle, it suddenly flashed through my mind what else was in Nathan's semen: his virus. I was terrified, as my human, rational mind took over from my animal pleasure center. I wanted there to still be time to escape what I had gotten myself into. I would get some kind of morning-after pill. I would run away from this man, repress my attraction to him and his power to kill me. Be a good, safe boy for the rest of my life. But I knew it would mean I'd never really be alive. I'd never realize my true desires.

Then the poppers hit me, and my animal side asserted its control again. I revelled in the pleasure of his cock inside of me. Suddenly, the danger and the risk of the bareback fuck became something that only tweaked my mind further. I was pushing back against his cock, and he was pounding me hard. We were both lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies, and the connection we had. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers from me. He did a hit.

"I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "You want my load, don't you?"

"Please, Nathan, cum inside of me," I said. Nathan grabbed my hips, and pulled me hard onto his cock. "Breed me with your poz cum." I didn't know where that outburst came from, but it was how I felt. I wanted to be related to this man. And getting his virus was the only way I knew how to seal that bond forever. Of course, it had to take.

"Take it boy," he growled, "Take my toxic sperm." He slammed his cock into me one last time and held it there. I could feel his sperm shoot into me. He pushed in again, deeper and harder, right as another spurt of cum shot into my hole. He pulled out a bit, and the stimulation forced another jet of cum into me. On his next thrust, he let his dick fall out of my hole. I could feel some of his dangerous sperm land right on my pucker. I tried not to think of it as a waste, but I wanted it inside of me so badly. "So fucking hot, my jizz on your hole," he said. "Stay there, and don't get up."

He quickly grabbed his camera, and started to take pictures. "Fuck, that's nice. Seeing my cum right on your raw ass." I heard the shutter click a few more times.

"My negative, unprotected ass," I said.

"Well, that's what we're trying to fix, boy," he said.

"Too bad it didn't all go inside of me."

"If you want my sperm so badly, why don't you push it into you yourself. That would be fucking hot, seeing you push it in." I reached back, and fingered my hole. It was still warm from the fuck, and wet and sticky from his cum. I used my finger to push his precious cum into me. He was taking pictures the entire time. "Damn. Thomas is going to wonder about these pictures," he said.

"Let him," I said.

"Not worried about your reputation as a top?" Nathan asked me.

"I love bottoming for you," I said. I had stood up, and had turned to face him. Nathan was still taking pictures of me. He had fucked me with my jock strap on and my dick was sticking out of it.

"Take off your jock," Nathan told me. "Not too fast though." I did as he asked, sliding my hand into my jock, and then slowly taking it off. He kept on taking pictures the entire time, getting close-ups of my hard shaft. "You want to be a bottom just for me?" he asked, as my jock dropped down around my feet. "Or would you let other guys top you?"

I hadn't thought about that. Thomas usually always had a few guys gang up on a bottom, and I loved getting into a hole already wet with jizz. My attraction had initially been to just Nathan and his unique power over me. His question made me stop and think. "I don't know," I said, hedging my options. But as I thought about other guys getting their semen into me, my cock stiffened again and I started to leak pre-cum.

Nathan saw the drop of pre-cum form at the tip of my cock. He took a few pictures of it, getting up close. "Seems like your cock is answering that question for you," he said. He ran his finger over the drop of pre-cum, then licked it off. "Tastes good," he said.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"Your pre-cum? Delicious," he said.

"No. About other guys fucking me. Bareback."

He smiled. "Fucking hot. I'd love to see you take on a small group of guys." I started to stroke my cock, as he took more pictures. "Or, maybe a big group. And I'd like to be the last one, getting to feel my cock slide into your cum-filled hole. Get to work all that jizz into your body."

"You serious?" I asked. I couldn't quite tell if he was just spinning a fantasy or being honest. But the thought was a total turn-on for me. It was as if I had just set foot into an entirely new world. There was so much here to explore. It was a scary world, but it was also incredibly exciting. Everything felt so new and fresh. I had never done anything quite like it before.

"Absolutely. But you? Would you want do it?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I would. Especially if you were involved." I said.

"You want me to talk to Thomas about it?"

I hadn't thought about that part. Getting it on tape, and knowing that guys would be jerking off to me getting bred was an entirely different level of involvement. Knowing that strangers would be imagining their cocks inside of me raw, fantasizing about their opportunity to knock up the strong, muscular top. It was exciting, but also overwhelming. "Not the first time," I said. "It's going to be intense enough without the overhead of filming."

"I understand. It makes sense and it's cool. But, do you want me to make it happen? For real?" Nathan asked. I noticed his cock was getting hard again.

One hand was on my cock, one hand was playing with my nipple. Between Nathan having just fucked me, and him asking if I wanted to be gang-banged by a group of men, I was completely aroused. "Yes. I do. But I want you in charge." I said. I noticed that Nathan's cock was getting hard again. "Seems like you are into the scene as well."

"Fuck yeah," he said. "You're a hot guy. I'd love to see you get pounded raw by a bunch of men, dropping their loads into your hole."

"And these guys?" I paused. "Are they going to be poz as well?"

"I had thought they would be. That's what you want, isn't it?" Nathan said.

"Yes. It is," I said. I had made another step into this new world, another decision on my journey. And my cock was throbbing in anticipation.

[Hotload84]

Thank you, Gymguy8. I've been hoping someone would post the second part of the Photographing Jason story.

[loadme68]

Damn, the second installment was hotter than the first. Thanks for posting this Gymguy8!

[azunboifun]

Gymguy8,

That was awesome.

[Gymguy8]

3. Nathan

Despite having just blasted a load of viral cum into Jason's hole, watching him play with himself was getting me aroused again. I wanted to get back inside of Jason, but I knew I would need a short respite before I would be ready for another round of fucking him and seeding his hole.

In the meantime, we continued on the photo shoot. I had grabbed the camera and Jason was more than happy to continue to model for me. He laid down on the couch and continued to play with his cock. Of course, he was still hard as a rock. His masturbation was more than enough to start him dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum. I had to restrain myself from putting down the camera and licking it up. He covered his finger with the slick, milky fluid, and slowly licked it off. "I can tell. It's still clean," he said. "Unfortunately. I'll need more of your sperm to get what I need."

This invitation was too much for me to resist, and I had to get a taste. I put down the camera, and kneeled down in front of him with his cock right on level with my face. From my new perspective, it was easy to see why he had been a top until now. There was an unforced masculinity about him, from his hard cock, to his heavy balls. His powerful chest and hint of chest hair only re-enforced his maleness. I didn't need any excuse, and took his cock head right into mouth, licking up every drop of his pre-cum.

He was right. I also could tell that the virus hadn't yet had a chance to take root in his body. There was a purity and freshness about his pre-cum that I had not tasted from a man in a long while. It had been at least several months since I had the pleasure of playing with a neg boy. His pure pre-cum was an unique flavor, redolent of cleanliness and innocence. I could have easily sucked on his cock for hours at a time. It would be even easier once he had some of my DNA pulsing through his veins. Then, the two of us would be closer in flavor than ever before. "I was going to ask if you were always a top?, he began as he ran his hand over my close-cropped head and gently pushed me a little further down on his cock, but answered his own question remarking "...but I think you're answering my question."

I didn't say anything. I just did my best to take as much of his cock as I could. It had been longer than I wanted to admit since I had even sucked off a guy, having been almost exclusively a top when I had the chance for intimacy. Still, I knew that with a bit of effort, I'd get all of his shaft down in my throat. I went down as far as I could, to an appreciative moan from Jason. I didn't quite get to the base, but it was a good first try. I pulled off, catching my breath, and looked at him. He was smiling, enjoying the attention I was giving his manhood.

"God. No," I said.

"This virus I've been fucking into you. I got it the same way you're going to get it. Lots and lots of bareback fucking, every load landing inside of me, not a single drop going to waste."

"Can I fuck you?  Please?" he asked as his hand returned to slowly stroking his shaft.

My spit was providing more than enough lubrication for him. I grabbed his cock. Between my sucking and his stroking, it was rigid and engorged. It was about seven inches long, thick and meaty, with veins running along the length. Hanging below the base he had two egg-size testicles, heavy with accumulated sperm. He had never cum for me, and I knew how full his balls must be. He needed to be drained, and soon. His cock and balls weren't quite as big as mine, but it felt like a good match between us. I knew eventually I was going to get fucked by him. More than that, I really wanted to get fucked by him. I wanted to look into his face as he shot his wad into my guts.

But first, I wanted to make sure my seed had taken hold inside of him. I wanted him to be pregnant with my sperm and my virus before he shot in me. "Let's make sure your gun is fully loaded, and you're not shooting blanks before you get into my hole," I answered.

"Meaning?"

"I want you pozzed up. Charged up and ready when you fuck me."

"I understand," he said. "Completely." He reached down and pulled me up to his level. We kissed, and I felt my cock slide in between his legs, eager again and searching out his ass. As we broke off the kiss, he asked me, "Did you know who pozzed you up? How did it happen?"

"Yeah, I know who did it." I had wanted him to poz me up. Just like Jason wanted me to infect him.

"Do you still talk to him?"

"Well, he died about two years ago. But before that, we had been lovers." I paused, then corrected myself, "No, we had been partners."

"I'm sorry. How did he die? From this?"

I assume Jason meant the virus. "No, he was always healthy. It was in car accident."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Jason said, adding "I guess life can be odd that way, that something as random as a car accident could have done it."

"Yeah, it happens. We had been together about eight years. He was the one who got me into barebacking regularly. Not to mention he was the one who infected me." I still thought about Alan almost every day, even if it was just for a moment. I still keenly felt what was missing. Not feeling his warmth next to me in bed, not being able to smell him on my clothes, not having his cock inside my hole. And most of all, not being able to feel his beautiful cock filling me with cum. And not being able feeling his masculine body underneath me, as unloaded my balls into his amazing ass.

When we first met, I had been an arrogant little prick. I was twenty-five and still thought I knew everything. I had been barebacking seriously for about a year by then, but was still always insisting on 'neg for neg only'.  No doubt I had many guys lie to me. Until Alan I had still tested negative. Alan had helped me finally grow up and understand my needs and desires, both in bed and in life.

Alan had been defiantly, proudly poz, a biohazard tat right above his eight inch rod. I had rebuffed him several times, scared of his HIV status, of his age, and of his maturity. He was ten years my elder. One night we were talking online, and he invited me over. "You don't have to take my poz fuckstick raw. But I know, eventually, you'll want to. And that you'll love it." That night, I had been exceptionally horny. I let my cock do my thinking and decided to take him up on it. I was at his door fifteen minutes later. The home I was now living in.

We shared some beer. Shared some weed. I had a sexy, masculine man sitting next to me. Then I was making out with him. He produced a bottle of poppers, and we shared a hit We made out more. We took off each other's shirt, and I discovered his muscular, hairy chest. Then we moved to the bedroom, and our pants and underwear came off. I licked his hard, dripping cock. He found my young hole, and rimmed me. Then, me on my back, him on top of me. His raw cock was against my hole. Then a shared kiss and a shared hit from poppers. And his cock was inside me, bare.

I was finally being fucked bareback by a poz guy. I was past caring about his status. I was enjoying him inside of me, this amazing, positive man. The closeness and intimacy of our fucking was invigorating. It was the best sex of my life. When he finally came in me, I knew I could never rebuff him again. I'd take his load whenever and whereever he wanted to give it to me. After my test came back poz only a few short weeks later, he finally let me come inside of him. Several months later, I moved into his house. We never brought a condom into our home. We always fucked skin to skin, truly knowing each other, truly sharing ourselves with each other.

"You okay?" Jason asked.

I had drifted off, thinking about Alan. I missed him. I wanted him back. But I also knew what he would want me to do when presented with an opportunity like Jason. He'd want me to mount the boy and pump my jizz into him as often as possible. I knew instinctively that the best way to honor Alan's memory would be to make sure that his virus would live on in another man.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about Alan," I answered.

"That's cool. I understand. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I know what Alan would want me to do. And it's not talking."

"What is it?" Jason rubbed his hands over my shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath.

"He'd want me to fuck as many loads of sperm into you as I can." I smiled at him, knowing we both wanted this equally. "He'd love knowing he would live on, inside of you."

"Why are we waiting?" Jason asked.

I didn't need any more encouragement. He had slouched down on the couch a bit, and his ass was almost hanging off the edge of the couch. I got up on my knees, and pulled him a bit closer to me. He was in position for me to enter him again. He grabbed the lube, and poured some on my cock. I was already hard, ready to enter him for the second time that evening.

"Give me a second," he said, as he rubbed a bit of lube into his hole. "I'm not quite used to this yet." I knew he was talking about getting fucked. Despite the insistent throb of my cock, I let him finger his hole and stretch it a bit. He swapped the lube for the poppers and did a short hit. He looked me right in the eye. "Go for it, Nathan. Please." Following his instructions, it took me only a moment to line up my cock with his hole. He grabbed my hips and pulled me inside of him. There was no resistance as my shaft slid back inside of him. I felt at home. I was going to fuck him for as long as he would have me, today, tomorrow, forever.

We found our rhythm easily, my cock sliding into his hole then pulling out. Inside of him, my cockhead squished around in the warm, wet load I had fucked into him earlier. I rubbed it in, trying to make sure it was absorbed by his body. I needed it to become an integral part of Jason.

This was a slower fuck than before, more deliberate and intentional. We were comfortable around each other, and there was no need to rush to the inevitable orgasm. This time was for us to learn the deep secrets about each other, to share our inner needs and desires. "God, this feels so good," Jason said.

I leaned over and kissed him. "Yes, it does. I could do this every night. Several times every night," I said.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Jason replied.

I slowed down, still forcing my cock deep into him. This was an intimacy we both needed. He had wrapped his legs around me, pulling me into him. "I want you in me all the time."

"Will you ever going to top again?" I asked, "or have I permanently turned you into a bottom?"

He laughed. "Oh, I'm definitely going to top again." His hand went down to his groin. I thought he was going to start stroking himself, but he moved down further, and I could feel his fingertips against his hole and my shaft. "But this. This feels good. This feels right. Your raw cock inside of me. Breeding me."  I just smiled, as he continued. "But you've got a point. I really need to wait before I start topping again.  I have a new perversion, more than just fucking other men up the ass."

"What's that?"

"Swapping fluids. When you came in me last night, that first time, it all made sense." He paused for a moment. His face looked so innocent, happy, and at peace even as he was talking so forthrightly about these dark needs and desires. I had wrestled with them for years, only recently fully understanding my need to cum inside of a man. Or for a man to cum inside me. "Men are designed to inject cum inside a hole. It's their purpose in life. I had never denied it, but it really became real for me last night."

"You're pretty perceptive," I said. "It's taken me years to understand that fully. And too many broken hearts." There had been many relationships that hadn't gone anywhere before Alan. Looking back, it was clear that what had been missing was a level of intimacy that could have only gotten through unprotected sex, by sharing our sperm. "Raw sex deepens a relationship, strengthens it. The bond between men can be very strong. But sharing cum can make it indestructible."

"Yeah. I know what you mean."

We kept on fucking, our faces inches apart. I was staring into his brown eyes, watching them as they searched out each nuance of my expression. "I'll still rubber up every once in a while, when I hook up with a guy. And there is a difference."

"Are you still going to go safe?"

"Never," he said, smiling. "I know I'm going to need to spread my seed. It's your seed, as well."

"Good. Once you're locked, loaded, and pozzed up, we'll have to share our wealth."

"Definitely.  But for now, I'm a greedy bottom.  I want your load.  In me.  Now."

There was a hunger in his voice that was unmistakable. I recognized that hunger from my own past, when Alan and I had been starting out. I had the same need for Alan's cum, and I had been perfectly clear with him about my needs.

"Of course," I said. "Don't worry. You're going to get a load from me." I pushed into Jason hard. I wanted to make sure he could feel the full brunt of my fucking. For an inexperienced bottom, he was doing amazingly well. I knew his ass was getting sore and raw, but I wanted it that way. I knew the tenderness was going to be the best way for my seed to take root.

"Please, Nathan, cum in me. Give me your infected sperm. Make me your boy." He was begging me, and it was getting me so close to cumming. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a long hit. After his hit, he held it under my nose. I inhaled, knowing the poppers would be all I needed to push me over the edge. "Fuck man, knock me up. I want it," he screamed, his legs still wrapped around my waist, pulling me deep into him.

"Take it, boy. I've got a loaded gun in your ass, and I'm gonna fire." Between my legs, I felt my cock throbbing. I lost all control, and then my cum was shooting out, landing deep in his hole. I didn't want this feeling to end. I knew it was for a good cause: making Jason my poz son.

"Breed me! Fucking infect and kill me!" he said. He wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking off furiously. "I'm gonna cum," he said. I tried my best to keep on fucking him and pounding his hole, even as my own orgasm waned and my cock grew incredibly sensitive. Each stroke in and out of his tight hole was more stimulation than I could stand.

"Don't stop," he said. I knew how close he was by his breathing getting shallow and fast. I did my best not to stop, feeling my still-stiff cock mixing up the cum and rubbing it into his hole. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, his hole tightening around my shaft. I felt Jason's explosive orgasm from my unique vantage point, my cock buried inside of him. The clenching of his ass milked out one more bit of cum from me, just as his own cock started to spurt.

It was a thick, runny load of sperm, dripping out of his cock onto his flat stomach. With each spurt, I reached down and scooped it up, eagerly eating every drop. It was like manna to me: with every taste, I felt refreshed and ready to fuck all night. But, I was also longing for the time when he'd be able to shoot his own toxic loads into my ass.

As I swallowed the last drop of his cum, it suddenly hit me why I was eagerly lapping up his jizz. His semen tasted like Alan's did. It had been so long since I had tasted Alan's cum. Now every time, every memory came flooding back. Once in a bath house, he had been at a glory hole and I was kneeling in front, sucking him off. Once on a dark transatlantic flight, carefully arranging the blankets, his cock buried in my throat. Or the many times as we woke up, kneeling on the floor, and servicing him before he dressed for work. His jizz was like drinking a fine wine, full of depth and complexity, changing with the seasons.

I wondered what Jason wanted from me. There was a connection for me. And it was getting deeper and more intense with each hour of intimacy. But maybe he was just wanted me for my cum, my virus. I didn't want to think about that possibility. For now, it was enough for him to let me fuck him raw, and to hope he would want to come back for more. I wanted him to fill the void Alan has left. But that would have to be later, subject to all the vagries and randomness of life.

[gkz68]

Hot story! Would one to find a man like that to help me become poz.

[Hotload84]

An excellent continuation, Gymguy8. Thanks for posting it. I've removed the hard returns for ease of reading.

[hornyfuck1984]

that's given me the hardest erection all week! hot!

[rawnavy]

An amazing story! One of the hottest I've read anywhere. Fucking hot sex and characters that connect in a way that goes beyond the written word. Wow!

Thank you Gymguy8!!!! Great writing!!!!

[hole4cocks]

So fucking hot! Would love be be Jason begging for that POZ cum!