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Note: I didn't remember this story anymore, but since it appeared in my notifications, I decided to write another part after 4 years. I hope you like it. PART III He was still suspicious when our kiss ended. I pulled back slightly to gauge his reaction. Luke's eyes searched mine, the uncertainty in them unmistakable. The neon lights from the bar reflected off the wetness of our lips, casting a rainbow of doubt across his face. "I don't know, man," Luke said, his voice thick with hesitation. "I just found out I'm HIV positive. Having sex without a condom doesn't seem like a good idea." The way his eyes searched mine, the vulnerability in his voice, it was like he was handing me a secret wrapped in fear and hope. "Luke," I said, taking a step closer, my hand reaching for his, "I'm HIV positive too. And it won't be a problem for me. I can see you want this just as much as I do." His gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants, and he took a deep, shaky breath. "Dude, I'm Luke O'Brien, the star player on the biggest hockey team in town. I can't have AIDS. Being gay is hard enough." I was surprised. I had no idea this guy was a local celebrity when I first fucked him. I was never really into sports, so his name didn't mean much to me. But now, it added a thrilling twist to our encounter. "I'm Colton Andrews," I said, my grip on his hand tightening. "But my friends call me Colt. I'm just a fucked up bartender. I have no money, no fame, but I want you to put that dick inside me. I don't care if you have AIDS or any other disease, I just want you to fuck me raw. Can you focus on that?" To drive my point home, I reached down and firmly grabbed his dick over his pants. He gasped, his eyes going wide, and for a moment, I thought I had pushed too far. But then, something shifted in his expression. It was like a dam had broken, and the raw, primal need took over. He nodded, and the tension between us grew thicker than my wrist. Inside my bedroom, I pushed him against the wall, the paint cold and rough against my fingertips. The room smelled faintly of sex and cheap cologne, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. Our clothes fell in a tangled mess on the floor, a testament to our haste. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest as we kissed again, his hands fumbling with my belt. The sound of metal clinking and fabric ripping filled the air as we both gave in to our carnality. Luke's skin was hot and slick with sweat, and I could taste the salt on his lips as we kissed with a hunger that was almost painful. When we finally made it to my bed, the mattress creaked in protest under our combined weight. We didn't bother with the lights, letting the moon spill in through the blinds, casting us in a soft, bluish glow. I laid back, my heart racing as Luke climbed over me, his muscular body straddling mine. He positioned my legs over his broad shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine as he lined up his hard, bare cock with my eager hole. "I want you to fuck me with that poz cock and cum deep inside me," I told him, my voice a hoarse whisper. The words hung in the air, thick with desire and challenge. Luke searched my gaze, his expression a mix of lust and apprehension. "Are you sure, man?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "I want it as much as you do," I assured him, feeling the heat of his body pressing into me. "I want your poison inside me. I want your poz babies." The room seemed to hold its breath as the reality of what we were about to do sank in. His eyes went dark, his pupils dilating with a newfound hunger. "This is crazy," he murmured, "but I've never felt this horny before." I took a deep breath, feeling a shiver of excitement run down my spine. "Then fuck me hard," I urged him. "I know I'm not usually a bottom, but tonight, I want you to give it your all. Don't hold back." With a nod, Luke positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushed in, slow and deliberate. I felt the head of his dick stretch me open, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced. "I've never fucked anyone without a condom before," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "This will be the first of many times," I reassured him, gritting my teeth as he invaded me further. "Now you don't need to use protection anymore." With a final, deep breath, Luke gave in to his instincts and plunged into me, his cock disappearing to the hilt with a wet slap that echoed through the quiet room. I gasped, my body tightening around him, the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. It had been a long time since I had been fucked raw, and the feeling was overwhelming. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, as if he were afraid of breaking me. But as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another bruising kiss, he picked up the pace. Our bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed to have been written in our very DNA, two desperate men seeking solace and pleasure in each other's embrace. Each thrust was a declaration of want and need, a silent agreement to share our darkest secrets, our deepest fears. We were two men, bound by a shared fate, seeking to find something hot in the chaos of our lives. And as Luke's cock filled me up, as his warm, sticky precum leaked into me, I knew that for this one night, we had found it. "Fuck me harder," I begged him, my voice hoarse from the passion. "Cum inside me. Give me your poz seed." "I can't last much longer if you keep saying things like that," he said. "But it's true, I want your poz seed so bad," I almost cried. The words seemed to have an electric effect on him. His eyes snapped open, and his pupils were so dilated that his irises had almost disappeared. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. "That's so hot." "Does it turn you on?" I asked, my own voice thick with arousal. He nodded, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Yeah, it does." So, I kept saying it, whispering it into his ear as his cock slammed into me over and over again. "Cum inside me. Give me your AIDS." The room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, and our harsh, animalistic gasps for air. And with each repetition of those words, Luke's movements grew more urgent, more demanding. He was close, I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed around me. I fought my own urge to cum, because I didn't want to waste even a drop of my precious cum. I had a better destiny for my seed. "Give me your AIDS," I said again, and something in me snapped. It was more than just a desire for release; it was a craving for a deeper connection, a bond forged in the fire of our shared fate. With a guttural roar, Luke buried his face in my neck and drove into me one final time. I felt his cock pulse deep within me, his hot, thick cum filling me up as he came. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that seemed to resonate through every fiber of my being. As we lay there, panting and sweaty, I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me. His cum was leaking out, painting a warm trail down my thigh, a physical reminder of what we had shared. And in that moment, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time, a sense of belonging. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just feeling the aftershocks of our passion rippling through us. And when he finally pulled out, we both knew that we had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. But we didn't care. And as we lay there, entangled in the messy sheets, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey. Together, we would face the judgments and the fears that came with a reality that was as raw and as real as the sex we had just shared. "How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice gentle and soothing, stroking his hair. "Man, that was hot," he murmured, his heart still racing from the intense climax. "I never thought I could get this horny." I stroked his sweat-soaked hair, feeling a warmth spread through me that had everything to do with the heat of the moment. "Poz sex is the best kind of sex, isn't it?" I whispered, smiling into the crook of his neck. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice still shaky. "It was the best sex of my life." I felt a twinge of satisfaction at his words. It wasn't about the ego boost; it was knowing that I had given him something he had never experienced before. Something that had allowed him to let go of the fear that had been gripping him so tightly. "Are you still freaking out about finding out you have HIV?" I asked, my voice gentle. He took a moment to think, then looked up at me with a surprising glint in his eye. "It's still a little scary," he admitted. "But I also feel... free." The words hung in the air between us, charged with the weight of his newfound liberation. "I've been scared of it my whole life," he continued, "but now I know I can have sex with anyone without worrying. And without using a condom..." He trailed off, his eyes glazing over with lust as he thought about the possibilities. "I don't think I'll ever be able to use one again after what we just did." The power of those words was not lost on me. This was a man who had just been handed a new lease on life, a man who had been given permission to indulge in his desires without the fear of judgment or repercussion. And I was the one who had given it to him. "If you're willing to follow me," I said, my voice low and seductive, "this is just the beginning. I want to help you fulfill all your wildest fetishes. Whatever you think is morally wrong, it won't be [banned word] for me. Think of this opportunity as a gift." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my chest. "Okay then," he said, his voice thick with sleep. "Thanks for the gift." And with that, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off, nestled in the safety of my arms. I looked down at him, my own cock still hard as a rock, but I knew it could wait. Tonight had been about more than just my pleasure; it had been about giving Luke something that he had never allowed himself to experience. But the hunger inside me was growing, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would need to satisfy it. Before I could act on it, though, I needed to make sure he was truly ready to walk this path with me. As he slept, I traced the curve of his spine with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The moon cast a soft glow across the room, highlighting the contours of his muscular back and the tattoos that snaked down his arms. His breathing grew even, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. I watched him for a few moments more, then slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. I walked over to the window, the cool air sending goosebumps across my skin. The city sprawled out before me, a sea of lights and shadows, and I knew that in the vast expanse of the night, there were others like us. Others who craved the same raw, unbridled connection that we had just shared. And with a smirk, I realized that Luke was just the beginning. Together, we would explore every dark corner of our desires, pushing the boundaries of what was accepted and what was forbidden. It was a journey I had been on before, but with him by my side, it felt like I was starting anew.

Yes, it happened to me a few years ago in Reno. I was walking along the river and a tall, good-looking guy approached me and we started talking. I was 17 at the time and I thought it unusual that out of the clear blue a stranger would approach me and wanted to talk to me. He was very friendly and invited me to go with him in a university building on campus. I was intrigued, kinda felt what he wanted, and agreed to go with him. He told me that he was a professor and said that he was happy that I had agreed to accompany him. Then I knew what he wanted. He told me that he liked me, that I was handsome, and that he wanted to have sex with me. I agreed. He undressed me, had me stretch out on the couch in what was his office, and gently inserted his cock into my ass. It felt so good. We spent at least an hour together. He shot a couple loads inside me while commenting that I knew how to please a guy and that he had been turned on by my personality and beautiful ass. We never saw each other again. I enjoyed the experience and realised what direction my life would take.

I'm wondering if we're "shirttail" relatives, on a really longtailed shirt ......

I prefer to briefly suck any pole that is about to go up my ass, especially if it has just been pulled out of someone else's hole.

I got a late start taking loads. I didn't take loads in my own hole until after I found out I was poz and sufficiently recovered from the cancer treatment I was undergoing when I found out, so I've only been taking loads for 6 years. Since I primarily get bred when I travel a huge percentage of them are from new dicks, but I have to be at least approaching 200 if not over. It seems really low, since I suspect I have seeded around 5,000 holes, but over a period of nearly 35 years.

Same fuckjoint as always .... Most of the snowbirds have flown back North now, so it's not as jammed as during the Winter months, but somehow there's an increased sense of "anything goes" this time of year. Maybe it's just that the not-quite-so-dedicated guys aren't around, but there's a palpable aura of more concentrated wantonness over there. Fine with me.

Met a guy the other day, a hot married bisexual daddy type. Started with him fucking me then I fucked him for a while in a few positions. Whilst I was spooning him he suddenly told me he was going to cum very soon, to which I replied 'are you not going to cum in me?' With that he got up and pushed me onto my front, and with a quick few wanks of his cock shot some ohf his load on my hole and then shoved his cock in to unleash the rest. Very satisfying indeed!

I ultimately went the generic Cialis route, and so far it has worked and I haven't had any issues with my acid reflux. What I have found is that it has a significant delay, and is most effective for me on the 3rd day and can easily get hard and breed at least 4 to 5 holes a day after I've been taking it that long, and lasts for 3 to 4 days after I stop taking it. The other issue is it does absolutely nothing for the psychological ED I get when I go to a bathhouse where no one is fucking, which is the norm here in Portland.

I have nothing against it, but the others involved need to be real pigs too. It's fun to have a little (good natured) competition of who can be the most brazenly focused on exchanging raw loads. Plus, if there are a couple of real pigs involved, others that have yet to "let loose" can watch, get accustomed to the complete freedom, and become that much closer to who/what they need to be. I'm not much of a kisser, but when some guy has a mouthful / holefull of loads, I'm all over it ....

Hot, good gf you have. Has she ever watched or joined in?

Let me lick up whats lefty, mmm👅

Lefty 💋

Plenty of times when I was 13-17. Always took 'em up on the offer. Got paid in cash, drugs, beer, food, even another boy a couple times.

Guys who haven't shot a load in several days usually release huge, creamy loads. Size of the guy's cock and balls are not accurate indicators of the amount of cum he'll release, but I've found that the amount of precum dripping from the guy's cock can be a telltale sign of the amount of cum he'll shoot from his cock. His eagerness to breed my hot pussy and how quickly he undresses me are signs that he hasn't had relief in a while and I can expect to receive an unusually huge load.

It never appealed to me until a year ago when my regular ff top sent me a video of him foot fucking Later that night after he ff me he told me to lie face down on the bed. When he sat between my legs and asked me to spread my asscheeks apart I could feel toes wriggling around my stretched out asslips. Yeah his foot felt nice in my already stretched out hole but his heel wasn't in yet. The reality of getting foot fisted didn't register until on my back on the floor. Getting kicked in the the cunt felt ridiculous and I laughed loads but loved how trashy it made me feel and begged for more but never managed to get his heel in.

my piss tasted so strong today in the shower. i have had the stench on my face the whole day, its right under my nostrils ...i love that

This story was the one, together with the story of the curious joyrnalist getting pozzed doing research on bugchasing, that got me wanting it too. But 15+ years on, still negative...

Shame I missed it, sounds hot

I relate to this. Rule-breaking from upbringing. I want to commit sexual sin and revel in sexual immorality and depravity. Plus low self-esteem. Use and degrade me as I defile myself and reveal myself to be a cock and balls worshipping cumpig. And just a hole for more masculine Men to pump their cum into.

The color red typically means fisting. Your armbands and chaps in your profile pic are lined with red. Your lube of choice being Jlube is typically associated with fisting as well.

I have never attended one and have no interest to. High ticket price, everyone has a perfect body, and it is the same beat for hours.

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 (This continues right on from Part One.) “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there. I am happy to get it out of the way. We troop downstairs. He’s in a single room this time. I lay on the narrow bed. Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft. He keeps looking at the camera, enraptured with seeing his face stuffed with cock. Now he’s sitting on it. Riding. The phone, propped on a shoe of his, recording every thrust. I want more control, so I put him on all fours on the edge of the bed. I fuck him hard— and the phone is between his legs, recording it all from underneath. We repeat a few. This is my least favorite time. I like connection when I fuck—and right now his focus is on the screen. We record one more cock sucking and yet another riding of my dick before I suggest we go into the downstairs lounge—the one that was dark and set up with two mattresses. Osvaldo agrees. It’s almost next door to his room. No one is there. We choose the far mattress—so that anyone and everyone can see us as they pass the open doorway. He gets on all fours. I do a deep rimming—making him moan. Men walk by. Some linger. Some grope themselves. No one joins us. I proceed to fuck him. Hard and fast. He licks up all his juices the moment I pull out. A large man comes in and sits on a stool next to our mattress. Osvaldo’s eyes light up. He knows the guy. “He always gives me big loads,” he whispers in my ear. Osvaldo jumps up and moves to him. He opens his towel and begins to suck the guy, bending at the waist. I watch from the mattress for a moment, then go behind Osvaldo and begin eating his ass while he sucks. “Let me see your dick in him,” the new guy demands. I gladly fuck him, pushing Osvaldo deeper into his crotch. Finally, he pulls off the guy. It’s a small dick. Osvaldo pulls me out and spins around. The guy stands up, inserts and begins to fuck. I move to the side, then into Osvaldo’s mouth. The guy likes this. He speeds up his thrusts. In moments, he shoots his load into Osvaldo’s ass. Osvaldo spins around to clean his cock. I go to my knees and felch a little. Really, it is more prodding the copious load deeper into his guts. Then I do the same thing with my cock. “Fuck my cum into him,” the guy murmurs as he wraps his extra-large towel around himself. He stays for a moment and watches me do just that. I tell him how good his load feels on my cock. He smirks and takes off. I concentrate of fucking—and then letting Osvaldo clean my cock of all the jizz that is sticking to it. We fuck again on the mattress. I love the feel of the semen on my dick. There is a wet squishy sound with each thrust. I pull out and lie down. Osvaldo sits on my face. He lets me clean up the cum I’ve frothed which is ringing his hole. I savor it. And swallow. “I have to go push it out.” He runs to his room and grabs his phone, heading to the showers. I have countless videos he’s sent to me of him doing this—cum or piss arcing out of his hole. I would rather he pushed the load out into my mouth, but I just wait for him, idly playing with myself on the mattress… * We play in the gloryhole area. I fuck him through the hole. I hear him videoing it. The gloryhole is low for my long legs, so I don’t last long. Other men mill around, but none join us. I suggest the sling. He joins me there after getting his phone locked in his room. He hops in. I kneel and rim his ass for a long time. He may have pushed out that guy’s load, but the gloryhole fucking has found more inside him. The rim session turns into felching, making my cock grow to an angry red. “Fuck me, daddy…” he whines. I eventually stand up and sink into his ass. He groans. I do, too. He is still incredibly wet and sticky in there. I fuck him. Guys arrive to watch. None get too close. At least at first. Finally, one guy comes over so Osvaldo can suck him as I fuck. I love watching him take another man in his mouth as I rail into his ass. I ask the guy if he wants a turn in his ass. A mistake. The guy pulls out and moves away. I go to my knees and rim. Well, rim and felch. (This guy must have blown a massive load into him. He did have huge balls with that small cock.) I stop to take a slug of water from my bottle. It cleanses the palette, but I have other things in mind. I save a little in my mouth. I dribble it onto his puffy ass lips. Osvaldo moans. “You’ve never done that.” I take another swig and push the cool liquid into his ass. He squeals in delight. I spend a long time sucking out the cum/ass flavored water. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The sling is swaying with each thrust. I stop, pull out, and making sure my unused towel is under him, I piss a little on his hole. From cool water to hot piss. He loves the contrast. I go to my knees and clean him up. My piss is stronger than I expect—but it’s been a hot night and I have been sweating. I stand up again and get my dick inside him. I give one quick blast of piss into his guts. I pull out and suck some out of him. Just a little—as my cock is screaming at me to get back inside. I stand up again and thrust into his gaping hole. Just in time. My cock is pumping blast after blast of cum into his hole. Osvaldo moans, his eyes wide. I hold onto the chains and marinate in all the juices. I don’t know how long I stand there. Eventually, I pull out. Osvaldo jumps out the sling and licks me clean… * On the drive home I got text after text from him. I finally read them as I sat in my garage. There was a video of my cum and piss arcing out of his ass. He told me that three men bred him after I left. They were too insecure to do it in front of me. He also sent dozens of photos and videos. Most have his face in them. These two don’t. The original (and those pices) are here: From My Side of the Sling: Passing Osvaldo Around (Conclusion) May 29, 2024

I used toys to stretch my hole before I met my fisting top who took my fist cherry. You can shop for the toys with your partner and share how ff turns you on. Your partner will be asking questions once he sees the bigger than human size dildos.

Many times. When I was 18 I was walking home through the red light district I was mistaken as a rent boy. He was hot and and my boyfriend was on night duty at work so I hopped in his car. He was Greek, engaged to a woman and became a regular. I've.been propositioned on a bus, a train, in a hotel at an awards ceremony. Walking down a street, several taxi drivers, a waiter servicing my table then me. A guy that works at Starbucks and another that woked at Leon, Countless of times at a gym and swimming baths. I'm guessing that gay venues and cruising areas don't count as that's a given.