Need loose hole

[BBwhore90]

  I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains. I was alone in the bed. I rolled onto my back and stretched wide, euphoric from the attentions the night before. Reaching for my , I checked the time. It was 11am. My phone had a message from a friend and only social media notifications otherwise. I replied to my friend, omitting my night time adventures and telling her I'd meet her the next day.

  I got out of the stranger's bed and started up the hallway. I could smell bacon. I walked past the bathroom and to the door opposite my entry to the apartment. I don't know why I didn't stop to dress, ignoring my clothes still in a heap by the front door. As I walked through the open doorway, I saw an open plan living room and kitchen with the man I'd met stood at the far end, over a stove. Two plates were on the counter next to him filled with everything constituting a "full English."

  "Morning," I said into the room.
  He jumped, startled by my announcement. "Shit!" He cried, almost spilling the pan he held. "You're like a ninja! I didn't hear you at all."
  "Sorry," I said, noticing that he was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. "I didn't mean to scare you. Should I get dressed?" I asked.
  "No, I like you like that. Besides, you don't have time. Breakfast is served."

  I stood still while he fished fried eggs out of the pan, dabbed them dry on kitchen paper and moved them to the plates to his side. "Sit," he said, waving his hand at me. I turned, seeing a small table with two chairs under a window. I walked to the table and sat in one of the leather covered chairs. Part of me was relieved that the chairs were leather. I was worried my slick cheeks would stain a cloth covered chair, or that my hole would leak on them with the same result.

  "You don't have to eat it all," I was told. "I can save it for another meal."
  The plate put on the table in front of me was heaped with food. I was hungry and so I dived right in. We ate in silence, enjoying the meal. I was beginning to realise I liked the man across the small table from me. I had to be careful, cautioning myself not to dive in head first.

  "I love a boy with an appetite," he told me, as I finished eating. I'd only left bacon and beans.
  "Thank you. I'm stuffed," I said. "Sorry that I couldn't finish it all."
  "You're very welcome, boy. Don't worry, I'll eat the left overs," he replied. He grabbed our plates and moved them to the kitchen counters, before moving back to me at the table. "Come sit on the couch with me," he said, pulling at my hand.
  I followed him across the room and sat next to him on a handsome couch. Picking up a TV remote, he pressed a couple of buttons and lit up the screen opposite us.

  We bot sat in silence, watching the mid-morning programs for a while. I shivered, starting to feel the cold. "Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry, boy. I didn't realise you'd get so chilly. Come here," leaning to me and grabbing me. He pulled me over with little effort, to sit in his lap. I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his legs around mine. I could feel my dick beginning to stiffen, but I tried to ignore it.

  "You like sitting on my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear.
  "You turn me on, Sir. I'm sorry," I apologised. "I didn't mean to get aroused."
  "Don't be sorry. I like it." He told me. "Touch yourself. Show me how I turn you on."
  I obeyed. I grabbed my dick and pumped it slowly. I moved my right hand to my nipple to pinch and twist it. From no where a bottle touched my nose, so I inhaled through one nostril and then the next.
  "Good boy," I was told. I leaned my head back, hoping for a kiss. "Stop." I did. "Off the couch. On your knees."

  I stopped and slid off the couch, spinning onto my knees.
  Looking up to his face, he was grinning at me. "Take off my shorts for me," he commanded. I reached forward and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. There was nothing else to hold, so I pulled down and over his knees, leaving him naked below the waist. The man in front of me had lifted the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his head, discarding it behind me.
  In the daylight, I saw how beautiful he really was. Muscled but not lean and hairy from head to toe. 'Muscle bear' in every sense of the term. I finally noticed a small tattoo just under his belly button. A biohazard in black ink.

  "You have a biohazard?" I asked.
  "Yeah, boy. Didn't you see it last night?" He answered, cocky.
  "It was too dark. And it's covered by your hair."
  He chuckled. "Yeah, that's by design. Do you like it?"
  "Yes, Sir. I wish I'd known," I said. I moved my face towards it, kissing and licking at the mark, I spat on it and sucked at the warning.

  "Enough. Work my cock," he ordered.
  I moved down, working his thick dick instead. His hands were already on the back of my head before I was halfway down. I tried to move slowly, as to not upset the meal he'd just made me, but I was forced to work faster.
  I eventually put my hands on his inner thighs. "Stop. I can't!" I shouted. "I'll be sick."
  "Aw, boy. I'm sorry. You should have said. Get up. On the couch. Ass out."

  I followed his instructions. I got up wiping the spit off my mouth and chin on the way, smearing it onto my hole as I moved. I placed my knees on the front of the couch, facing the back and resting my elbows there.
  Again, a bottle of poppers was produced and placed under my nose. I took deep breaths, two from each nostril before I felt a thick dick at my hole again.

  "You're still up for this, boy? Another toxic load?" He asked me.
  "Yes, sir. I'm a chaser. Fuck me up." I told him.

  I realised that I wished I knew his name, as he pushed inside my loose hole. I moaned as his balls reached my taint. I loved his dick, I wanted it balls deep every time. "Fuck me," I begged.
  "Mmm. You like this dick, don't you?" He taunted. "You want this thick cock inside you, boy. Say it."
  "I want your thick, toxic cock inside me, Sir. I want you." I said.
  "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty little chaser."

  He started to fuck me in earnest. Similar to last night's energy, but mostly in silence. I decided to take the reigns and asked him, "How did you get pozzed, Sir? Tell me about your chase."
  "Oh fuck, you really are nasty." He said. I felt his hands slide around my throat and start to gently choke me when he spoke again, thrusting the whole time. "I'm mostly top, boy. I like being in charge, but I realised I could be more controlling. I knew I needed to get pozzed, so I could poz the boys I wanted. Boys like you. I can control bug chasers, if I can bug you up.
  "I found myself a gifter and asked him to fuck me. I got him over and asked him to poz me. Simple as that, boy. Same as you're doing now. It took a few months but he got me, boy. My tests showed up poz a couple months ago. Six times. I took six loads of his dirty poz cum, boy. Six toxic loads over 3 months," he explained.

  "So fucking hot, Sir. I want your strain. Make me your boy," I begged.
  "You fucking bet, boy," he said.

 My gifter leaned in as he spoke, thrusting harder and quicker. I knew he was about to cum, so I reached my hands back and pulled the back of his thighs. "Cum inside me again, Sir. Poz me. Share your gift, Sir. Please? Please?" I begged again.
  "It's fucking yours, boy. Unh, Uhh." With two last pumps, he lay forward and on top of me. "You're gonna get it, boy. I'm not gona fuck anyone else until I know I've infected you. I want you as my first." He said.
  I didn't move, my dick still hard and leaking. "Fuck yes, Sir. My hole is yours. I want you to poz me. My cunt's all yours, Sir," I promised.
  "Good lad. Now clean me up, then get dressed. I've got stuff to do."

[barebamabear]

This is a great story. I’m leaning like crazy reading it. 🐷

[PozTalkAuthor]

Honey, I was reading this during breakfast. 

Then I just guided my partner on the couch for morning load before we both headed out. 

Co-workers will wonder why he has several hickey marks today but it's your fault you make me hungry

[BBwhore90]

  Over the next two days, all I could think about was the man I'd hooked up with. Flashes of his face in front of mine, his body over me and the taste of my blood on his cock returned to me whilst I was at work. He was all I could think about. I spent my evenings riding dick and searching for poz cock. I was turning down tops because they were neg. I craved more.

  As I was leaving work on Monday night, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it as I said goodbye to everyone, left the building and got into my car. I pulled my phone out, before I turned the engine on. I saw a message from the top I'd met, who I'd saved in my phone as "GG," for Gift Giver. The message read 'hard day im horny you free for more poz??' Electricity ran through my body, making my dick hard and my brain useless. I replied to him. 'Yes, sir. I've only just got off work, I need to head home and clean up before I can get to you. It will take me half an hour to get to you, once I'm done. Is that okay?'

  I set off driving faster than I usually would, feeling desperation to meet the man who had started changing me. I didn't live far from work, my office only being fifteen minutes away. I didn't check the time when I'd got home and almost snapped my key in the lock, trying to speed up every action on my way. I knew I'd got home in record time, almost running a red light. I had to get to him, I needed his dick. I needed another load.

  I got a message after I'd cleaned out and got in the shower. Before I dried myself I tried to read it, but the water on my hands made my phone unresponsive. I dried off, telling myself to take my time. After what had felt like a lifetime, I got my hands back on my phone to read the message he'd sent back to me: 'take your time boy ill wait. Let me know when your setting off'.

  My body felt the same electricity as before. I'd worked my hole the last two nights thinking of this god of a man, hoping it wasn't a one off. My dick sprung up as I dressed myself, making me realise I wouldn't need that much. I pulled a jockstrap on, with jeans over the top and a simple t-shirt to cover my top half. Plenty. I picked up my keys before sending a message to my gift giver, 'Setting off in 2 minutes. Any instructions?' I didn't have to wait long before I got a reply, 'bring poppers and lube if you want it.'

  Before I left, I grabbed an unopened bottle of poppers and some silicon lube. Gun Oil was a great option for fisting, hoping I'd be able to feel his wrists again. I'd also used some scissors to take the plastic seal off of the fresh poppers. I was determined to enjoy myself. I ran down to my car, started the engine and set off to the nameless top's apartment. My dick got hard multiple times during my journey. I kept thinking of our last encounter, trying not to use my off hand to rub my dick.

  Once I'd arrived, I pulled my phone out and sent a new message, 'Here, sir. Same as last time?' I took my time getting out of my car letting my jeans slip down, exposing the top band of my jock hoping someone might see. I felt like a slut, but enjoying it. ~bzzt~ I grabbed my phone before the vibration had stopped, 'leave the door open'. I read it three times, figuring that I was to strip at the door and head into the bedroom, but leave the door as I found it. My mind raced. Had he invited another top? My dick got hard again, but I ignored it, trapped in my jock's pouch. Now wasn't the time.

  I moved towards the front door, locked my car and pocketed my keys. The door was still unmanned and the door to my left was ajar, same as last time. I pushed the door open, but only half closed it, as instructed. Taking off my clothes, I left my jockstrap on as I grabbed my poppers and walked down the hallway and into the bedroom illuminated by porn. 

  The same compilation was playing on the TV behind me, I heard familiar videos. My new favourite person was in the same position as I'd met him in; sat on the wide, padded chair next to his bed, legs spread and cock erect, working it slowly.
  "I told you to strip last time. Jockstrap wasn't part of it," he said sternly.
  I paused before hooking my thumbs over the waistband and starting to pull it down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't think," I blabbered at him.
  "Keep it!" He shouted, before I had pulled it down too far. "Put it back on. I like it. Just let me know, next time. I didn't tell you to wear anything. You're lucky I like it," he warned.
  I blushed and moved forward again. Lifting my hand, I showed him the fresh poppers I'd brought with me, as he'd asked. I hoped he'd be placated by my following of one of his demands.
  "Huff them. Suck me."

  Shaking the bottle, I opened it and sniffed at the bottle's rim as hard as I could. Once I'd taken three hits, I dropped to my knees and started working my mouth down the thickest cock I'd known. I struggled to begin with, forgetting just how wide this man's dick was. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, letting my spit dribble past my lips and onto his shaft.  Moving my head down and wrapping my lips around my teeth, I sucked his beer can cock for all I was worth.

  "That's enough lube," I heard. I pulled my self up and off his member, as I looked up at him through watery eyes. "You look so good like that, boy. Choking on my dick. I'm gonna fuck you," he said to me.
  I could barely respond. Instead, I nodded at him and grabbed the poppers to make it easier for myself. Two more hits as I stood and pivoted to the bed. "On my back, or on my front, Sir?" I asked, hesitating before I climbed up.
  "Neither. You're gonna ride me," he said. The top grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, sliding past my chest. He paused for a second to lift my chin and kiss me, before using his elbows to move backwards onto the bed and using a finger to beckon me to him.
  I followed his finger over his thighs, his hard, shiny dick and meeting him face to face for another passionate kiss.

  "Part of me didn't expect you to reply. I didn't know if you'd chicken out for a second round. I was worried you'd gone for PEP."
  I shook my head, "no, Sir. I've been horny since I left on Saturday." I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over my hole, before I lifted his impressive cock upwards to line up with myself. As I felt us both line up, I pushed down onto him. "Ohh," I moaned, as he stretched me open. "You're so thick, Sir. Thank you."
  Pushing down more, I felt my ass cheeks reach his pelvis. He was balls deep inside me already. I was glad that I'd spent our time apart on toys.

  "You're a good little cunt," he said to me, looking me in the eye. "Tell me you've come back for another toxic load, boy. Tell me you're a filthy bug chaser. Are you on prep?"
  "No, Sir. No prep for my hole. I want more toxic cum, I've come to get your dirty load, Sir. I'm a filthy bug chaser," I replied. My dick was straining in my jockstrap, leaking precum into the fabric.
  "Mmm, fuck yeah. Dirty little bitch. Fuck yeah," he muttered. His arms moved under my legs, half supporting me as I rode him. "Loose cunt's my favourite. Love when a boy can take my dick like you. Fuck yes, boy!" He went on and on, making my dick hard.

  "Tell me you're infecting me, Sir," I begged. I wanted to hear him say it again. "Toxic precum in my hole?" I asked.
  "That's right, bug hole. I'm pumping toxic precum inside you. I'm not gonna pull out. And I've got a surprise for you, boy. Tell me you want a surprise tonight."
  My legs worked up and down, pumping his dick with my hole as I spoke. "I want you inside me, Sir. Don't pull out, give me that surprise, Sir. I'll take it." I lifted my hands off the bed and onto his muscly chest, starting to move my thumbs over his nipples.
  "Good boy. Just keep riding. Play with my tits. Good boy," he said and we lapsed into nothing but moans and kisses for the next few minutes.

  The door closed behind me. I was still riding and I leaned up and stopped moving. I looked down at the man beneath me, not knowing what to do. "Keep going," he said to me. I did as I was told, feeling fear. I knew my hole had tightened up in the moment of panic and I tried to relax. Deciding to obey, I reached for the little brown bottle and huffed twice, before capping it and returning to our previous rhythm.

  Footsteps behind me told me we weren't alone.
  "Nice." I heard behind me, keeping my eyes on my gifter's fact. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the man who entered the room.
  "Welcome back," my top said with a grin.
  "Thanks. Glad to see you're sharing my strain."
  "Fuck yeah, I told you I wanted to gift. He's my first. Help me," the man beneath me said, with a sinister grin. He looked back at me and said, "This is your surprise. I invited my gifter to give you a dose, boy. Enjoy us both. Now don't move."

  I did as I was told, I steadied myself, as far down my top's dick I could get. Starting with a deep breath, I inhaled the poppers again. I continued as I listened to the man behind me undressing and spitting on his dick. On the fifth huff, I felt another dick pressing against my hole. I did my best to relax and let him in, holding myself in position at the same time.

  "Ahh!" I cried, feeling a second man push inside me. "Fuck!"
  "Like that boy? Two poz dicks?" The man behind asked. "I pozzed the bloke under you. He's got a fat cock. Knew he'd make a good gifter. Glad I got him. Glad he invited me to fuck the fist cunt he found. Nice cunt," he said into my ear before he started fucking me hard.
  I was reduced to a moaning lump. I could barely move, collapsed on my dom's chest.

  My top whispered in my ear, as he slowly and gently moved his hips. "Just relax boy, take another hit of poppers." He fed me poppers whilst I was pinned between his and his gifter's chests. "Enjoy this, boy. What could be better than poz cock?" He asked, with a smug tone. "Two poz cocks," he answered himself with a chuckle.
  I nodded whilst I moaned in pleasure, unable to do anything else. I huffed poppers and obeyed. I enjoyed the sensation of two bare dicks inside me at the same time, stretching me out. I'd felt similar from a fist, but nothing quite captured the same sensation. Both men moved at different speeds and force, making it completely different from taking a fist or big toy. I never wanted it to end.

  "I'm getting close," I heard from the man behind me. "I'm gonna cum. Tell me you want it, cunt!"
  Assuming it was supposed to be me, I mustered up the words. "I want your cum. Breed me!"
  He forced his dick as deep as he could get it before grunting for a few moments. "Take it. Take it. I'm so fucking poz. Take it."
  I moaned as he thrust in and spoke as he pulled out, "Thank you. Thank you for that poz load." I kissed the man I was still riding.
  "You're welcome, slut. I hope you get my strain. From me or him. Good luck, chaser slut," he said before dressing quickly and leaving again.

  We heard the door open and close again while we were kissing. "Thank you, Sir. That was a great surprise. Was he really your gifter?"I asked.
  "Yeah. He fucked me poz," he replied with grin. "I fucking loved double fucking you like that. Your cunt felt great. Do you want another load?"

[PozTalkAuthor]

Continuing to love it! Keep it going!

[plisken]

hot story, get me longing for double dick

[Movietheaterslut2]

Very hot story. Thank you for sharing 

[BBwhore90]

  "Yes please, Sir." I answered into his shoulder.
  "You want another toxic load, boy?" He pushed.
  "Yes, Sir. I want another toxic load."

  I felt hands push my shoulders up, where my body came back to me. I started riding slowly, enjoying the wetness around my gifter's shaft. Grunts and moans from the man beneath me, as I got more energetic with my efforts. I picked up the small brown bottle again, but before I could uncap it I was flipped over in one, smooth motion.

  I had let out a small yelp, not expecting the manhandling I had been the vitctim of and was answered with a silent smile. His bearded mouth spat forcefully into my face, covering me. My eyes flickered shut, before I opened my mouth wide. Another string of saliva was dropped onto my tongue and I was told to hold it there. I kept my tongue extended, as I revelled in the sensation of my gifter's spit roll down to the back of my throat. "Swallow," he told me. I did, my dick pulsing in unison.

  "Come and suck my dick," he said to me, pulling his dick out of me and stepping back.
  I followed his body, rolling my self off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I lifted my hand to his balls to hold him still while I worked, being rewarded with the smell of his sweat. Before I put my mouth over his fat dick, I moved my nose to the space between his balls and his thigh, inhaling as if I were sniffing on the popper bottle. He smelled amazing, perfect even. This was the smell of a man who had worked all day and hadn't showered since the night before. My dick pulsed again, straining against my jockstrap pouch. I sniffed again and again, before I was told to stop.

  "I said suck my dick, not smell my balls, boy." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking me in the eye. "Good to know you love my man smells, though. You can enjoy yourself later. Now, suck my dick!" He had issued an order and guided my face to the tip of his shining dick, allowing no deviance from his instructions. I covered my teeth with my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking his cock as deep as I could. I relaxed around him, my hands on his firm, round buttocks as I tasted myself and the stranger's cum.

  We moaned in pleasure together, revelling in filth. "Such a pig," he said. "You fucking love it, don't you?"
  "Mmhm," I murmured back to him.
  "You're a nasty little bug hole, can't get enough, can you? Bug pig!" He claimed, pulling my head backwards by my hair again. He spat in my face again. My dick pulsed. "Get back on the bed. On your back."

  As I stood, his hands grabbed my face and pulled me to his own. I was kissed, deeply and passionately. I kissed back with the same fervour, enjoying the intimacy and wrapping my arms around his defined torso.
  "On the bed!" He almost yelled at me, breaking the kiss and pushing me backwards.
  I almost fell on the bed, lifting myself up and little and grabbing the back of my knees to expose my hole for him. "Good boy," he said. The gifter dropped down to one knee and buried his face between my cheeks and started lapping at my loose hole.

  "Oh fuck, Sir. Ugh, you make me feel so good." I whined. My hands fell to the back of his head without me realising what I'd done. He continued to work his tongue on and in my hole for a couple of minutes, before opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on my hole. I felt my ring pulse outwards and into his opened mouth. I also felt something escape my hole without my permission.  He broke contact, ignoring my hands and standing up.

  He leaned over me and initiated another kiss, this time he released cum into my mouth, kissing me sloppily. While we were sharing cum from my hole, I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and pushing in. I moaned into his mouth, my arms around his neck as he began moving his hips back and forth. He broke the kiss, two strings keeping us connected as he leaned back to gain more leverage for his thrusts.

  "You're a dirty pigboy. Tell me you want my load," he said.
  "I want your load, Sir. I want your bugged up cock." I told him.
  "Fuck yeah you do. Only bug chasers come back a second time. Tell me you're a bug chaser. I want to hear you say it."
  I admitted it out loud. "I'm a bug chaser. I'm chasing your STDs, Sir. I want HIV. Infect me, convert me."
  "Fuck. Fuck, boy." He stretched out each word, just as he was stretching out my hole. "I'm gonna get you, you nasty little bitch. I'm gonna poz you up."

  As we got verbal with each other, he slipped two fingers alongside his dick, eliciting a deeper moan from me. He pulled out within seconds, lifting his cum laden fingers to my mouth. "Taste them, boy. Enjoy toxic cum."
  I obliged, opening wide and sucking his fingers dry before swallowing what he had fed me.

  "Please poz me, Sir. I need it. I can't think of anything else. I want your toxic load, Sir. Knock me up. Please?" I begged him as he fucked me.
  "Huff some poppers, boy. I want you loose. You feel so good right now. Looser than last time, you're amazing. Your cunt's so talented, boy. Loosen up like I'm fisting you." He said.

  I unscrewed the lid from the bottle I was still holding and started to inhale.
  "One. Hold," he commanded, taking control. "Release. Two. Deeper. Hold. Two, three, four, five. Release. Deeper this time, three. Hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, keep going boy, nine, ten, release! Good boy! Good boy," he praised me, as I panted in fresh air. "Relax that cunt, you're getting bred."

  I had been concentrating on my hole the entire time he was directing my poppers use, but now I dropped my head back onto the bed, let my calves fall onto his shoulders and left my hands gently on his neck. I let my hole relax completely, enjoying the noise we were making together. I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the man giving me everything he had. His muscles were tense, working hard and his skin was dripping sweat onto me. I moved my hands over him, feeling his slicked down body hair and encouraging his efforts.

  I decided to encourage him verbally, too. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Tell me when you're coming. Don't pull out. I want that poz load, Sir. I want it balls deep. Give me that toxic cum. Convert me. Make me yours. Make me your boy. Infect me. Give me that HIV, Sir. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, Sir! Knock me up" I begged him, over and over. I said everything I could imagine to egg him on.

  He didn't take much longer, once I'd started the poz verbal. I almost matched up to the porn in the background.
  "Ugh, unh. Huhh, fuck boy. You're making me cum. You're gonna get it. Take my toxic load, boy. Get pozzed you pig chaser," he grunted as his thrusting faltered, stopped and then continued slowly. "I'm gonna convert you, boy. You're my chaser," he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his sweaty body, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his head.
  "I'm your chaser, Sir. My cunt is yours," I promised.
  "I don't want you taking any other loads, until we know you're poz. Are you okay with that?" He asked me.
  "Yes Sir, I'm okay with that." I answered. "Will you be arranging another surprise for me?"
  "No. That was a one off. He wanted to join in, have his chance. He took a while to poz me, so I doubt he's gonna get you from that one fuck. You didn't bleed from the double fuck we gave you. You're all mine."

  I could hear the grin in his voice as he said the last sentence. We lay for a few minutes, his weight on top of me as we came down from our high. His dick started to soften and slowly drew back from my hole, before he pulled back and stood up. "Clean my dick, pig," he said.
  I immediately rolled from my position and onto my knees, to dutifully clean my top, in thanks for his load inside me.
  "Did you bring lube?" He asked.
  I stopped my service and looked up at him. "I left it in the car, Sir! I need to go get it!" I half shouted.
  "Too late for that, boy. On the bed, on your knees. I'm gonna work those loads in again. Relax," he issued his instructions one by one. As I followed them, I heard him spitting on his hands.

[PozTalkAuthor]

I guess you're going to make me spend another horny night! This is maybe the hottest story I'm reading here.

[BBwhore90]

  I huffed on the bottle of poppers like my life depended on them. I was three big hits in before I felt Sir's hands on my hole. One flick of fingers upwards and he plunged them in. I moaned like a bitch in heat and he hummed his approval.
  "Good boy, four down to the knuckle in one. I love your loose cunt, pig," he said as he twisted his hand back and forth a little. "Take another hit, you're getting the full fist next."

  I did as I was told, breathing deeply in through my nostril and holding it in. I waited, but he didn't change what he was doing, so I took another deep hit. He slowly pulled out as I sniffed the bottle and held his fingers at my hole, waiting for me to finish my hit. I held for a few seconds before I exhaled and my top started pushing his hand inside me. I groaned loudly, again. I panted as he got to his knuckles and he spat on both his hand and my hole again.
  "You can take it, boy. Relax that pig hole for me." His fist slid in, stretching me wide. "Good, boy. Now just enjoy the ride."

  He worked slowly, at first. He swapped hands, once I was loose enough for him to fuck me properly, spitting at my cunt the whole time. I realised that I didn't even want the lube I'd left in the car, I was enjoying the spit a cum cocktail being worked into my hole walls. I was moaning in ecstasy, loving every movement of the man behind me. After a while, he sped up his fist fuck of my hole. My moans turned into growls and I melted further into the bed. I followed his instructions, but could barely move without an order. More poppers, push back, relax, push my hole out, lift my cunt back up.

  He kept me on my knees for a long time, working my hole wide. "You're so fucking sloppy, pig. I'm working those loads in so deep." He slipped fingers from both hands inside me and pulled them apart. "Look at that cunt, boy!" He slipped them both back out and hooked them around my hips and lifted, "come on, boy, give me your cunt. Keep it nice and high for me, I like watching your dick drip. It's not stopped leaking. And through your jock. So fucking hot."

  I followed his instructions, pulling my knees closer together and propping my ass in the air for him. I took the opportunity to look back, under my body and saw what he had told me about my dick. I was soft in my  jock, but there was a clear string of pre-cum connected to a wet pool on the bed beneath me. I had no idea before, but I loved it now. I moaned my pleasure for him, as I felt his hands leave my hips and anticipated his fists. Instead, his hands reached to the pool of pre-cum on the bed and scooped what he could, then swirled them in the string coming from my jock.

  "This should be nice a slick for that cunt, pigboy," he said to me. I felt his fingers pushing into me and I moaned at the knuckles forcing their way in. I could feel the slimy pre-cum from my own dick and I loved it. I hit the poppers without instruction and let my hole relax around his wrist. He twisted his hand, clenched it into a fist and started to pull out. This was the most he had stretched me so far. I didn't know if this was more or less than the double fuck I'd enjoyed earlier, but I loved it all the same. I growled as I felt myself stretch open and I heard it matched with a growl of his own.
  "That's fucking hot, I'm gonna punch you now. Hit the poppers again." He played inside me whilst I took three more hits and made myself dizzy holding them. Once I had exhaled the last hit, I felt his clenched fist at my hole. I didn't think he'd ever manage it, but he pushed in so hard that my hole gave way willingly and he made it all the way in. The noise I had made was somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a yelp of pain. I wanted him to do it again and I knew I didn't have to ask.

  He started punch fisting me slowly, like he had started. I enjoyed feeling so wide and open, but didn't think he'd get back in with a full fist every time. He didn't fail once, but I was still disbelieving each punch. After a few minutes, I felt him pick up his pace. He was still going slow and controlling my poppers, for which I was grateful, but I could feel myself pushing back against him now. I was craving more.

  "Such a fist pig. Glad I found you, boy. I'm gonna do some hard and fast ones, get ready. Two more hits." I hit the brown bottle and relaxed my hole for him. I was almost disappointed when I felt his fingers and not his clenched fist. I wasn't disappointed for long, as he meant what he had said. 'Hard and fast' was right. I was no longer growling, but whining. He went in and out faster than I could process, whilst he counted. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten." He stopped there and asked "how was that, boy?"
  I whined and panted before I got any words out. "Amazing, Sir. Fuck. You're wrecking me."
  "Yeah I am, boy. You've got a great cunt. Loose and ready for anything. And you've not bled today, your cunt is fucking amazing. Ten more." He counted ten more fast, alternating each hand he fucked me with, leaving me almost flat on the bed.

  "Lift up, boy," he told me. I did my best, but needed his help. My legs were shaking like never before, I'm surprised they held me at all. "I'm gonna try one last thing for that cunt of yours right now. Not sure if you'll be able to take it, so hit those poppers again. Four big hits, go on."
  I hit the brown bottle again, my head spinning as he told me to hold the last hit. I felt his fingers go in, but his thumb and he stopped at the knuckles. I wondered what he was about to try, keeping my hole as loose as I could. His dick touched my hole and I realised what was about to happen. My dick started growing immediately in anticipation. I hoped I could take it, I loved someone fisting and fucking me at the same time, but his dick was so thick I didn't know if it would work. I promised myself it would and I hit the poppers again.

  "That's right, boy. Get ready." He pushed forward, his dick sliding inside me with ease and we both moaned our pleasure out loud. He pumped back and forth, while he moved his hand up and down his shaft at the same time. My hole was loose, but this was a tight fit. I could feel his thumb straining to get in and he seemed stuck at the knuckles, unable to go further.
  "Fuck boy, I think I'm being too eager. You need a bit more prep for that," pulling his hand out and plunging his dick in, down to his balls. He leaned forward, hovering his torso over my back and lay down on top of me. My legs couldn't hold him, I collapsed into the bed and turned to look at him. Before I could speak, one of his hands was stuffed in my mouth, covered in my pre-cum, his spit and the cum I'd taken earlier. I savoured the taste of my hole, cleaning his hand to the best of my ability. He kept fucking me into the bed, whilst I found myself licking from his wrist to his fingertips.

 "Thank you, Sir." I said. I felt so piggy, so turned on by the way he treated me. I wanted more and not just his strain. I think I wanted him. "I fucking love this, you're making me such a pig."
  "This isn't my doing, boy. You're a pig all on your own, you're just with an equally nasty pig right now. We're nasty fuckers and we're letting ourselves enjoy each other." He said, making me blush somehow.
  "I want you to mark me. Make me yours, Sir." I begged him.
  "You're gonna be mine, don't worry, pig. You're gonna have my mark inside you forever, once I'm done. You're gonna keep coming back to me for the next few months, until I've pozzed you up. Aren't you, boy?" He asked me.
  "Yes, please, Sir. That's what I want. I want you to poz me. Please? Please infect me. I want it to be you. Stretch my cunt out and poz it up."
  "You fuckin' bet, boy."

[PozTalkAuthor]

Thanks!!! I was just wondering if you were still around (I'd pay to have such a hot story every day after work)

[Menbendovr]

So fucking hot!

[BBwhore90]

  My body was pinned under his, while he fucked my sloppy hole. He was whispering into my ear about how much he preferred me looser and that he was going to keep training me to be his personal fuck toy. Listening to him made my dick get hard again and I could feel the wetness of my jock's pouch pressed between the bed and my shaft, only making me harder.

  He lifted his hard torso off my back, and replaced the pressure with his forearms across my shoulder blades. "Change the porn, boy. I want something nasty to match your chasing cunt," he ordered. Pinned as I was, I could only move my arms over the bed, searching for his phone. I found it up by the pillows and pulled it towards me. It was unlocked already, so I could navigate it with ease. I found one of my preferred pozzing videos and selected it.

  "Yeah, good boy. I love this one. We could make our own version if you wanted. Post it online and let other bug chasers enjoy watching you get infected. Do you want that?" He asked.
  "Oh that's so hot, Sir. I wanna see you fuck my hole on film. Show everyone what a pig I am!" I told him as he fucked me hard. "You feel so good inside me, Sir. I love your dick. You're so thick, I love it."
  "I know you do, pig. Your cunt's so relaxed around me. Loose little pig boy. Fuck. You want another toxic load, pig? You gonna beg like the filthy bug chaser you are?" He suggested.
  "Poz me up, Sir!" I said, over the TV. "Give me your virus. I need it, Sir. I need to be a poz pig. Make me your loose poz pig, Sir. Fuck me up."
  "You're already a loose cunt, boy," he chuckled and pulled out. I moaned, feeling empty and craving something to be back inside me. I didn't have to wait long, as he straddled my legs and put his cock back up my hole.

  Moaning again, I heard him spit and felt it slap against my ring, before sliding slowly back inside. "Fucking slut. You feel so good, full of cum and loose as fuck. I love it. Fist pig getting pozzed. Fucking look at you, nasty cunt. I'm gonna bug you up. You want my bugs? Want my fucking bugs?" He was almost shouting as he thrusted his thick dick inside me.
  "Yes please, Sir. I want what you've got. Give it to me. Infect my hole, Sir. Bug my hole," I said back, matching his volume. "Give me your bugged up cum, fuck me with your diseased dick."

  He changed his pace often, slamming into me hard and fast for a couple of pumps and then slowly pushing as deep as he could, before sliding out completely and doing it over again. Without his arms or his weight pinning me down, I was able to lift myself onto my elbows and twist round to watch him work my cunt. I leant on one arm and reach back with the other, touching his chest, playing with his nipples and slipping a finger or two alongside his cock.

  "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me, Sir. You feel so good. You're making me feel so fucking good, Sir. Please don't stop. I need you to ruin me," I begged.
  "Mmm, good pig. Huff the poppers again. Relax like I'm fisting you again," he told me.
  I did as he had ordered and once I'd capped the bottle and twisted back to keep my hands on the god straddling me, he gave more instruction. "Now stretch your cunt, boy. Fingers in like before. Yeah, like that. Good boy. I said relax!" He yelled the last part, surprising me. I concentrated on my ass and let it loosen as much as I could, whilst pulling my fingers apart, to stretch myself.
  "Fuck yeah! Good boy. You'll make me cum if you keep it up. Do you want me to cum again?" He asked.
  "Yes, Sir. I want your cum inside me. I want your poison load. Please don't pull out!" I pleaded.
  "Oh you know I don't pull out boy. Especially not out of unprotected cunt like yours. You're gonna take my bug and you're gonna say thank you."

  I dropped my face into the bed and reached back to my hole with my other hand. I slipped my other two fingers in and pulled against my already stretched hole. I was opening myself up and I could hear the sloppy noises as Sir pumped into me. I begged some more. "Please infect me. Poz me, Sir. Give me the gift. Bug me up. I'm ready for it. Make me poz."
  "Bug chasing little pig. Listen to yourself. You're so fucking hot. Nasty cunt. You want my HIV? You wanna be HIV positive? No prep, raw fuckers like you get infected. You want my unmedicated viral load? Want it? Want it?" We spoke over each other, getting louder and louder until he lost all words and grunted in time with his thrusts.

  I knew he'd cum again, but I couldn't move with him sat on top of my legs, so I stayed where I was. He kept his dick balls deep, against my fingers. "Fucking hell, boy. You're perfect. I can't believe I found a bug chaser like you," he said. He pushed his hands into the bed and lifted himself off my legs, pulling his dick out slowly. I felt the slickness of a new load coating him, as he glided past my fingers and out of my hole.

  "Thank you, Sir." I said, slinking myself off the bed and onto the floor, turning over as I moved. I grabbed his balls and swallowed his dick, making his body quake above me. He tasted amazing, as usual. As I cleaned him, I felt his hands on my head and heard him moaning quietly. After a few seconds, he pulled me off him.
  "Don't swallow," he said, as he got down on his knees and kissed me.

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Thank you! You're managing to keep me horny after a very forgettable day

[BBwhore90]

  I felt his cum dribble down my chin as we played with each other's tongue. My arms were around his neck, holding us together and I could smell his pits as he moved his hands over my body. He pulled his face away from mine and I relaxed my arms, resting them on the floor. I looked at him and smiled, before wiping my chin and licking it off my hand.
  "Such a fucking pig. I love it," he said to me. "Get on the bed with me," he ordered before standing, pulling me up.

  As I got to my feet, he looked down at my jockstrap and slipped a finger into the waistband. "Take that off." It wasn't a question. I pushed it down my legs and stepped out of the soaking thing, my dick now pointing towards him and shining from the pre-cum that still coated me. His hand grabbed my slick member and moved up and down, pulling my foreskin back and forth and working more clear liquid out the tip.
  "You know, boy, I think that dick my be even more risky than mine will be, once you're poz." He moved onto the bed, still holding my dick and pulled me with him. "The amount of pre-cum you've been putting out tonight is amazing. I don't think I've seen so much from one guy before."
  "I just make a lot, Sir. I might even be able to poz someone without breeding them. They'd never know," I said back to him, almost in a whisper.
  "That'd be fucking hot to see, boy," he told me, still working me as I climbed on the bed. He manoeuvred me to the pillows and lay me on my back, legs spread. "I've gotta get my bug chaser pozzed up first, though."

  My dick pulsed in his hand as he called me a bug chaser again. He put four fingers in my mouth for my spit and then moved them to my hole, pushing them in. Instead of working my hole, he began to massage my prostate. I moaned loudly, watching him work my body like putty. I melted back into the bed and let him have his way, closing my eyes and enjoying his attention. I felt his mouth on my shaft and heard him groan and then gag. I lifted my legs up, over his shoulders and rested them on his back.
  "That feels so good, Sir. Keep playing with my prostate. So fucking good," I moaned to him, putting my hands on the back of his head.

  He worked my balls as he sucked, working more and more pre-cum out of my cock. He moved his tongue over my piss slit over and over, clearly trying to taste and swallow as much as he could. He pulled his head up and off, strings of saliva from his lips glinting in the light of the TV.
  "Let me know when you're gonna give me that load, boy. I want every drop."
  "I won't last much longer if you keep doing what you're doing. Dick balls and hole, you're working a huge load out of me really quick, Sir. Don't stop," I told him.
  He grinned and swallowed my dick to the root again, making himself gag. I hadn't lied to him, I was coming up to orgasm really fast.

  With a minute or two more of him working me out, I started to breathe more quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Sir. I'm gonna cum." I started thrusting my hips up into his face, while I clenched my legs down on his back. "I'm cumming," I moaned and felt myself explode in his mouth, enjoying shooting my load into the back of his throat. I didn't feel him swallow, though and got excited for a cum filled kiss again. I felt some of my load spill out of his mouth whilst I was still coming down from my climax and slide down my balls, onto his hands.

  Instead of moving up for the expected kiss, when he pulled off me, he grabbed my legs and folded me up, pointing my hole up to his face. He gave an instructive shove of the back of my knees and a look of command to me, letting me know I was supposed to hold my legs up and keep my hole exposed. I took control of my legs and held still, wondering what his next move would be. He plunged two fingers from each hand into my loose cunt and pulled them apart. I gasped and growled in shock and pleasure as he opened my hole. I watched him as he moved his mouth to my open cunt, maintained eye contact with me and let my load dribbled out of his mouth and into me. I moaned in pleasure again, my dick pulsed and my hole strained against his fingers, but he held fast.

  "Fuck me, Sir," I panted, "you're so fucking hot. That was so hot, Sir." I moved an elbow to the inside of my knee and use my free hand to start pumping my still hard dick. Once Sir had realised I what I was doing, he spat the last of my load into my hole, slipped his fingers out and started lapping at my gaped cunt.
  "Mm, keep going, Sir. Please don't stop," I begged. I knew I would cum even quicker this time and even try to slow down. My dick was still slick my first load and my hole was being eaten, I couldn't have slowed down if I wanted to. I came again, this time shooting a small load up my chest. I must have closed my hole around Sir's tongue when I came, I heard him moan and felt his tongue work inside me.

  As I relaxed and let my legs go, he shuffled my legs around his shoulders and onto the bed. My gifter moved up to meet me at the top of the bed and spat in my face as I opened my mouth to speak to him, before clamping his cum covered face on my own and kissing me deeply again.
  "I didn't know you could stay hard and cum again, boy. I knew you were talented, but that's special. You're gonna make a great gifter. I'm really glad I found you," he lavished praise on me. 
  "I..." I didn't know how to respond, but felt myself blushing. "Thank you, Sir. Maybe I'll be as talented as you are."
  "You're cute when you blush," he said, leaning in to kiss me again.

  After he broke the kiss, he moved to my side and slipped a muscled bicep under my head. I could smell his armpit and I moved in closer to take a deep breath.
  "Mmm, you smell so good, Sir. I fucking love your pits." I took several more deep breaths, enjoying his scent and moved my hands over his body, enjoying how he felt under my fingers.
  "Oh you like that, don't you? I almost forgot how piggy you are. Almost," he chuckled. "How about next time you come round we don't shower for a day or two, get really sweaty and you can enjoy me then. I like a sweaty pig, too."
  "Fuck yes, Sir. I bet your balls will smell great. Maybe go to the gym for me, too?" I asked, looking at him.
  "Yeah I'll do that and drive straight home, afterwards. Get a proper stink going," he agreed and smiled. "Nasty little pigboy." He moved his face to mine and gave a short kiss. When he broke away, he spoke again. "I have to get up early in the morning, so I think I have to kick you out now." He pulled a sad face at me before giving me another quick kiss.
  "I have work, too," I admitted reluctantly. I didn't want to leave, I wanted another half asleep breeding and a morning load, too.

  I moved up and off the bed, grabbed my poppers and jockstrap and received a soft slap on my ass as I bent over to pick it up. He got up, too and followed me down the hallway, watching me get dressed by his front door. Before I could leave, he pinned me by my throat against the wall, spat in my face and kissed me deeply.
  "Keep my loads in your cunt, bug chaser. Let them take," he released me from his grip and nudged me towards the door. "And I'll see you soon."