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THE MAKING OF A CHASING PIG


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Damn that's hot. I love backrooms, darkrooms and baths. I visit them whenever I'm in another city. Can't wait for the next chapter.

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Part 7

-“Bouge pas, on n’a pas fini avec toi! Tu vas juste être là pour nous!” (“Don’t move, we’re not done with you! You’re only here for us!”).

I was already panting and breathing heavily. Those guys were going hard on me and I was already exhausted after just maybe half an hour of action. But I knew there was more in store for me. 

In between two breaths, I started thinking about what he had just said. “Loaded cum”. Those words were slowly making sense in my foggy mind. It wasn’t yet fully computing in my brain. But I didn’t get the time to think as I felt another dick sliding in my sloppy hole. The guys had switched places and I was now sucking on the dicks that had given me my first two loads. They were still fully hard and I could taste the remainder of their cum. The rest was deep in my ass. The scent of their sweat was quite powerful and driving me crazy.

With the new arrangement, I could figure out what those two looked like. They were probably both in their early forties, fit without being muscular. One was quite hairy and the other completely smooth, with a tattoo circling his navel. Their faces were too dark for me to see and only their voices would indicate to me the state of frenzy agitation they were in.

The smooth guy was thrusting in my mouth, holding the back of my head. I could see that tattoo moving back and forth, slowly regaining just enough clarity to realize it was a biohazard sign.

His buddy behind me was drilling hard. The cum was dripping out of my hole, lubricating his dick in a sloppy mess. -“Sale pute, tu vas prendre ta troisième dose!” (“Dirty whore, you’re gonna get your third load!”). The smooth guy in front stopped thrusting, and holding my face up -“Tu vas prendre la jute de mon pote, salope. Il va bien tasser ma plombe dans ton cul!” (“You’re gonna take my buddy’s load, slut. He’s gonna squeeze my loaded cum deep in your ass”) before spitting in my mouth.

He was looking deeply in my eyes and I could see his face clearly for the first time. A bushy brown beard and two little green eyes. I could sense a little bit of cruelty in his look but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. -“Ouais, boss! Je veux être votre pute à plombe!” (Yeah, boss! I’ll be the dump for your loaded cum!”) I mumbled with my tongue out, just showing how hungry for cum I was. I received another spittle that I swallowed before opening my mouth again. 

I felt the guy behind me picking up the pace. My head was banging against that biohazard tattoo in front of me. They were talking to each other, encouraging him to breed me deep. My knees and back were aching from trying to maintain the same position but I kept arching my back to demonstrate how much of a good cumdump I could be. -“C’est une bonne petite pute ça! Vas-y, remplis-la!” (“That’s a good little whore! Go, fill him up!”). Planting himself deep inside my hole, I felt his dick throbbing four or five times. -“Prends ma dose, salope!” (“Take my load, slut!”) he said in a groan. I could feel my body drenched in sweat. I fell lying on my stomach, out of breath. The guy pulled out and I heard them walk away.

I needed water but was too exhausted to move. I just stayed on the mattress in the middle of that room. My head was spinning, I wasn’t thinking clearly, and my vision was a bit blurry, but I could see a lot of action was happening around me. Guys getting sucked, others being fucked. I felt a dick sliding into my hole again. -“My turn! Been waiting for a long time!” the guy whispered to my ear in English. I didn’t even try to turn around and look at him. I just let him fuck and breed me. It was probably late because guys weren’t trying to hold their loads anymore like they usually do early in the evening. They just wanted to unload before going home and I was happy to help. Or I was probably just too tired to refuse.

I got maybe four or five more loads, without the slightest idea of whoever gave them to me. I managed to get up laboriously with the help of the last guy to breed me. I was trying to collect my clothes. My t-shirt was completely drenched in sweat - and I think piss - and my sweatpants were stained with cum in multiple places. Trying to find my balance, I got dressed with the support of a stranger and made my way to the stairs. -“Told you I wasn’t too worried about…” he said before I left the room. I turned around to see it was the bartender. -“I can see I was right!” he added with a wink. 

I made my way up and caught a taxi. I was feeling dizzy and quite uncomfortable in my dirty clothes. I must have left a few cum stains on the seat. I got back to my hotel and slept through the day in my dirty jockstrap, without the energy to even shower before collapsing in bed. 

The next day, the words “loaded cum” were still resonating in my head. Were they really poz? How did I feel about potentially having just taken my first known poz loads? What was I supposed to do? Should I go for PEP? I googled the way to get it but it was a Sunday and I couldn’t figure out an easy way to do it. I decided not to do anything and jerked off in my hotel room a few times thinking of the previous night. I was scared as hell but also amazingly excited. A few months later, I tested negative during a routine visit. But I knew something had changed in me. 

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13 hours ago, Menbendovr said:

Hot as fuck latest chapter @DirtyFckr!  Can’t wait for our hero’s next adventure as clearly new horizons have opened up in his mind now that the excitement of taking poz loads has hooked itself in his brain.

I hope the rest will live up to expectations! I took me a long time to write this part as I had to stop on a regular basis to jerk off.

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Part 8

I didn’t know what to think. I guessed those guys must have been undetectable. I thought about all those moments I freaked out after that night in Paris. I thought that I was a fucking moron to take so much risk and swore to myself a hundred times that I would never again be this stupid. It was one thing to just fuck around mindlessly or even fantasizing over text messages with a poz top, but actively and knowingly taking poz loads was a whole other business. I was still insanely turned on thinking about my night at Le Next, but was completely disgusted and scared at the same time. How in the world did I get away with it for so long and never catch anything?

I had gone for that routine check up, fully expecting to find out I was poz, but when all my results came back negative, I felt a huge sense of relief. My doctor wrote me a new prescription for PrEp, after almost four years off. I took the prescription, folded it and tucked it into my pants’ back pocket. I made my way directly to the pharmacy to pick up my little blue pills, and on my way home though, I felt a bit strange. I had dropped PrEp for a while. I was fully conscious of the risk I was running but I had never had such a close call, at least that I knew of. My mind was spinning constantly around the idea of chasing but I dismissed it almost immediately. Actively looking for poz loads was a step too far when it comes to where I was willing to go. At least I thought so at the time.

That evening, I took my first blue pill in almost four years. I then stayed pretty quiet for a few weeks, with just the occasional hook up here and there. I had not logged in on neither BBRT nor BZ for a while, probably scared I would be lured away from my resolution to not fall deeper into it. 

I was holding well on my resolution to stay away from trouble, until that one Saturday evening. I was preparing for a quiet night at home. It was March, almost the end of the winter, but it was definitely still super cold and I was in no mood to bury myself into a pile of clothes in order to dig my way through the snow. I had made myself comfortable on my couch, wearing some old grey sweatpants, my favourite soccer jersey and some socks. I had been lying around the house all day and was a bit bored. 

It was probably about 9pm when my phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp notification from my sexting buddy on the West Coast. We hadn’t been in touch for about two months. I had tried to not contact him because I knew it would encourage me back into my old ways. I opened the message and it was just a link to a video.

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/

I instantly became hypnotized by the video. I had stayed away from porn too and the few hook ups I had recently had not really been satisfying. The video just lit me up in a matter of seconds. My dick got hard almost immediately and I started rubbing it frantically over my sweatpants. I watched it maybe ten or fifteen times, digging my poppers out my drawer where they had been left untouched for two months. The rush of the poppers, the images, I knew from this moment it was too late. 

My phone vibrated again. -“Hey boy! It’s been a long time! Have you been avoiding me?”. 

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This thread is crazy fucking hot!! The vid links and writer's insanely hot body get me even more in heat.  This is written in the fiction section, but I hope it's rooted in real life 🙂  I've been on this site for several years, spend most of my time here in the "backroom poz" section and swapping individual messages but logged in to write my very first post in the "poz-friendly neg guy" section myself.  This chapter just added more fuel to the flame!!!!  LOVE THAT!!

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On 6/1/2022 at 12:32 PM, DirtyFckr said:

I hope the rest will live up to expectations! I took me a long time to write this part as I had to stop on a regular basis to jerk off.

Been reading another current thread "Roommate Breaks me in".  Someone needs to put a cock cage on you so STAY horny and keep writing if you're not out taking loads stud!  Don't waste your cum - stay in heat or breed them into another chaser PLEASE!!

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Part 9

-“Just been a bit busy” I lied. I had been indeed avoiding him but as expected, it didn’t take much for him to lure me back to him. Just one sleazy video and my resolution just vanished in seconds. -“You’ve been getting cold feet, haven’t you? I know the path you’re going through. A slut getting off on taking risks but not yet ready to admit he wants more.” I didn’t know what to answer. He was right on the money like he was able to read my mind. -“I still want to make you mine, boy! My poz cum will wait for you. Just hit me up when you’re ready.” he added. -“Yes, sir!” was all I could manage to respond. I had this urge to jump on a flight and go get his dirty seed. But I was so conflicted I just couldn’t handle a simple conversation.

That evening, I just spent a few hours searching pozzing videos. I jerked off like a mad man, sniffing poppers, until I shot a huge load to this video:

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/35127/pozzing-the-neg-bottom/

The guilt came back almost instantly as I was holding my still hard dick. I jumped in the shower and took my daily pill again, thinking it was just a slip up and that it wasn’t too serious. 

In the following weeks though, I realized that there was no going back. I went back to BZ and BBRT and I caught myself looking specifically for undetectable and poz guys. Somehow, it wasn’t enough for me not to know the guys’ status anymore, and I was avoiding guys on PrEp. I wasn’t confident enough yet to express what I was looking for however, neither to other guys, nor to myself. The guilt was slowly fading. After all, I was still on PrEp myself. I felt that I could have all the twisted thoughts and fun I wanted because PrEp was here to make it all okay at the end of the day. I got fucked by a few undetectable guys, probably a few poz guys too in a bathhouse. I even voluntarily missed a day or two of PrEp from time to time to give me the feeling of higher risk, but I wasn’t ready to drop it altogether again. As great as BBRT is, it still wasn’t providing me with what I wanted. Just a couple chasing bottoms who wanted to get fucked along side me, and a few tops I think were into pozzing but that I couldn’t manage to be straightforward with. I slowly understood that I would never jump by myself and that I needed to be guided. Or pushed.

Fast forward three months ago, I was informed that I would be travelling to a conference happening on the West Coast. It was going to be my first time there and I was excited to discover a new place - and mostly its darkrooms and sex clubs. My city doesn’t have sex clubs and darkrooms unfortunately, as it is prohibited to sell alcohol in places where you can have sex. I like bathhouses but I’m always bothered by the fact that you have to undress and walk around in a towel. Sex clubs and darkrooms feel more organic to me when it comes to sex. Thinking I should just try and line up some guys already, I set up a travel schedule on BBRT. It took less than ten minutes to get a WhatsApp message -“Hey boy! Just saw that you’ll be visiting soon! I know we haven’t been in touch much but just know that my poz dick is ready for you if you want it! I know I want you! Cheers!”

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Hot chapter!  I love that pozzing vid in this installment as it is truly one of the best ones out there.  That poz top gifter definitely knows what he’s doing.  He did everything to make sure his seed takes.  900 thousand VL count plus the rough fuck tearing up bottom stud then keeping his cock inside after exploding to give his virus a better chance of finding one of those tears to enter the bloodstream and take over bottom studs body.  Fucking beyond hot!  I’d love to know if that guy successfully converted or not from that hotel room fuck.

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On 6/5/2022 at 5:33 AM, justsexnowatl said:

This thread is crazy fucking hot!! The vid links and writer's insanely hot body get me even more in heat.  This is written in the fiction section, but I hope it's rooted in real life 🙂  I've been on this site for several years, spend most of my time here in the "backroom poz" section and swapping individual messages but logged in to write my very first post in the "poz-friendly neg guy" section myself.  This chapter just added more fuel to the flame!!!!  LOVE THAT!!

Thanks man! I know the very slow pace may not be everyone’s cup of tea and I’m glad you enjoy!

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