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.