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Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while for the next part! A previous version I posted was flagged by the moderators, and I want to sincerely apologize for that. I'm still getting the hang of the specific rules here, and I messed up. I'm sorry for the error and any trouble it caused. I've spent the time since rewriting this chapter from the ground up to make sure it's compliant with the forum's rules. The good news is that, while I'll be posting part 11 right now, I've also finished writing part 12, so you won't have to wait long for that either. I really hope you enjoy this new version and that it was worth the wait. I always appreciate all the comments and reactions, and I love to hear what you think and feel about the story. Thanks so much for your patience and for sticking with me. Part 11: At the Clinic Buffet - an Understall Gamble He doesn't wait for you to move. With a rough, angry motion, he pulls up his scrubs, shoving his still-hard, cum-slick cock away as if it's something filthy. He turns his back on you, staring at the wall, his shoulders rigid with a fury so deep it has become cold. You scramble for the door, your own erection a painful, shameful pressure against your jeans. You fumble with the handle and stumble out into the sterile, white corridor, leaving him alone with his poison and you alone with your desire. Your body moves on its own, driven by a singular, desperate need to blow the load that the doctor's confession has caused. To avoid anyone seeing the massive bulge in your pants, you make a beeline for the men's restroom. You push the door open and step into the stall in the back, locking it behind you. Your eyes go immediately to the wall, to the biohazard symbol you defiled with your "still neg" failure just an hour ago. But something is different. Fresh, milky-white cum is slowly dripping down the tile from the center of the symbol. A thick, pearly drop hangs from the lower point of the symbol, poised to fall. Someone else was here. Someone else marked the symbol as their own. A wave of horniness, more potent than anything you've ever felt, crashes over you. All thought is erased. There is no doctor, no clinic, no disappointment. There is only this. This offering. This gift. You press your face close to the divider and lean forward, pressing your tongue flat against the cool tiled divider, slowly licking the fresh, salty cum from the wall. You savor the taste, the texture, the anonymous risk. As you're lost in the taste, you hear a soft rustle from the other stall, then a whispered voice, young and a little cocky. "You hungry, man?" Your heart hammers. „Oh yeah.“ You hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper, and then the soft thud of jeans falling to ankles. A moment later, the rustle of fabric as someone kneels down close to the divider wall. You quickly sit down on the toilet and bend over, your head almost to the floor, to look under the divider. There's a good foot of space, and the view is perfect. The first thing you see are legs—pale, athletic, and covered in a fine dusting of red hair that glints in the dim light. Your eyes travel up to a crotch, and you see a neatly trimmed, thick red bush and completely smooth, shaved balls. And then a cock comes into view. But why is a kid who looks like this at the clinic? This is the kind of place you come when you're waiting for results. Your heart pounds. Is he here for the bad news, or the good news? Is he shooting blanks, or is he loaded with toxic bullets? That perfect-looking piece of meat could be a freshly minted poz boy, about to get his papers... a beautiful, undeniable Trojan horse, and you're the city he's here to destroy. A wave of arousal hits you so hard you feel dizzy. The word "negative" echoes in your head. Not a rejection. A directive. Work harder. Take every opportunity. Don't question who, just take what's offered. This clinic isn't a place of shame anymore; it's a buffet. "Shove your butt over here..." the voice commands, husky and inviting. He wants an anonymous understall action, nothing more. You pull back, shuck your jeans, and lie on the floor. You lift your legs and slide your ass under the divider. He's on you instantly, hands rough, grabbing your hips and yanking you the rest of the way under the divider until your ass is flush against his side of the wall. He owns you now. He spreads your cheeks open. "Fuck," he breathes. "Nice tight hole." He spits. You feel the wet head of his cock paint your hole, smearing slick precum all over you. "This is how I like it," he grunts, his voice thick with excitement. "Anonymous. Unprotected. No names, no numbers. Just a hole and a cock. The best part? Not knowing. Every time I slide in raw, it's a fucking lottery ticket. I get off on the risk. The possibility that this one fuck could change everything forever... that's the real rush. It's the only thing that's real. So, what you here for?" he grunts, positioning himself. "Check-up," you gasp. "Negative." He laughs, a low, dirty sound. "Shame. That why you're so hungry?" "Fuck yeah." "You want it?" "Please..." "I'm here for my results," he grunts. "Been fucking bareback a lot lately. No condoms, no PrEP, no hole or cock refused. So... who knows what they'll say? Pure risk…" "Doesn't matter," you groan. He lines up and pushes in the tip. Teasing you. „You really want it? No matter what?“ „Just do it.“ „Might be more than you think…“ „Give me all you have.“ „Sure? Could be permanent…“ He pushes a small brown bottle through the gap at the bottom of the divider. It rolls across the grimy tile towards you. You unscrew the bottle, lift it to your nose. Smell the familiar scent. Breath in deep. One, two, three, you hold your breath, your head starts spinning, four, five, six, your vision clouds. Just as you're about to scream, the air stolen from your lungs, „I dont care! Fucking do it!“ he slams his cock into you in one brutal, deep stroke. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan. He doesn't wait. He immediately starts fucking you, a hard, rhythmic pounding, his hips slapping against your ass. His rhythm is a little erratic, driven by pure youthful horniness. "Fuck, your hole," he pants. "Gonna fill you... with my risky cum." "Yeah," you choke out. "Breed me." "Gonna knock you up... take my fucking prize." His words, combined with the knowledge that he's a complete unknown, a ticking time bomb of his own making, send you into a frenzy. Your mind reels, hoping he's carrying the ultimate prize, the gift you've been chasing. You reach down and start stroking your own cock, your fist flying. The reality of it is overwhelming—the dirty floor, the anonymous redhead using you, the filth pouring from his mouth. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna give it to you... now!" He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep. You feel the powerful, rhythmic spasms of his young, but not so innocent, cock as he unloads his mysterious cocktail inside you, a thick, warm flood of his anonymous, untested seed filling your ass. The feeling of it is all it takes. Your own cock erupts, spurting cum across your chest and stomach in a massive, shuddering orgasm. He stays inside you for a long moment, panting. His voice, muffled by the tile, floats over to you. "Now... we have to wait." As he slowly pulls out, you feel a trickle of his cum run down your ass crack. You hear him zip up, the sound of his belt buckle, and then his stall door opens and closes. He's gone. You lie there for a moment, panting on the floor, your body half in one stall, half in the other, a student's unknown cum leaking from your hole and your own drying on your chest. You are a mess. A fulfilled, claimed mess. You slowly pull yourself back into your own stall, your muscles aching, and begin the process of putting yourself back together. As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed…

It depends on the scene, but I pretty much always end up naked. I'd like to get fucked with my harness on and a jock. Being a bottom, my cock doesn't really need to be on display, my Top generally isn't interested. The leather harness would give him something else to hold on to during my insemination.

Here is Part 2. Looking like it might end up being 4 parts total. *** Part 2 A couple of days later we were snuggling on the couch watching a movie when Joey decided he had to let me know what had happened with Ray, “Daddy, remember the other day when you fucked me after the pump and dump and I asked you about still being on PrEP?” “Yeah,” I responded neutrally. “I asked cause that last guy, well, he said some stuff that made me think he might not have been undetectable,” said Joey. I could tell he was nervous about bringing this up. I pulled him tighter against my side. “What did he say, you can tell me, it’s okay,” I said as I stroked his back. “He said it was too bad that I was on PrEP cause he was toxic and would love to infect me,” said Joey quietly. I responded with a little moan that was something between an acknowledgment and a moan of pleasure. “Did that turn you on or disgust you? It’s okay Joey baby, I love you, you can be honest with me,” I said as I continued to gently stroke his back. “It turned me on in the moment, I fucked myself back against his cock,” answered Joey. I could feel his cock starting to poke my thigh. “That’s kind of hot,” I said. “Really, you find it hot?” He asked, more seeking validation than anything else. I used my free hand to grab his hand that was on my chest and guided it down to my crotch. As soon as his hand brushed against my hard cock, he looked up at me, smiled and then immediately started grabbing my hard cock through my sweatpants. “Yeah, I do,” I whispered in his ear as he groped me. Feeling my hard cock gave Joey the courage to tell me the rest of what I had watched without him knowing. He was no longer nervous, as he continued the story. “It was very hot. He said he was off his meds for months and had a high viral load. He said he would love to poz me and knock me up. I was so turned on and kept thrusting back into him and moaning like crazy. He said he could tell I wanted his toxic load and then he told me to beg for it, to beg for his gift.” “Oh fuck, I wish I had been there to see that,” I said, lying about having been there and not about how I wished to have seen it. I reached down with the arm around his back to start rubbing his ass cheeks and I reached into his sweatpants with my other hand to grab his cock which was hard and leaking pre-cum, “Did you, did you beg for him to poz you, you naughty little boy?” “Yes, yes, I did, and when I begged him to gift me, to breed me, to poz me, my cock was so hard and rubbing against the bed as he fucked a poz load into me that I came,” said Joey as we continued to jerk each other off. “I can try to find some guys that will roleplay that with you for our next pump and dump,” I offered. “That would be hot, especially if they were actually poz, just for that extra bit of danger, my PrEP should protect me right?” he asked as he thought about repeating the scene. “Yeah it should, but they say it's only 99% effective, there could be a small risk,” I answered. We talked about it more as we stroked each, admitting how hot the scene would be, until we both climaxed and shot our loads all over each other. That night I created a profile for Joey on BBRTS with pictures of his hot little muscular body and a few pictures of his ass leaking come. I advertised him as a negative bottom looking for poz tops. I did lie on the profile and put that he wasn’t on PrEP. I had lied to my husband, I wasn’t above lying to strangers to advance my plan.. I was not getting enough detectable poz guys to arrange a day long session, so I started to organize more one off or one to two guy play sessions. These were even hotter than the scene I had arranged with Ray because I did not have to pretend I wasn’t in the room, so I could join in the verbal roleplay. The guys fucking Joey really got turned on by me telling them to breed my boy with their toxic loads. They had both Joey and me begging them to poz him. Joey particularly liked when I added a bit of degradation to my comments and would tell the tops things like, “Yeah poz that fucking slut, he’s not even a whore since he isn’t getting paid, he’s just a cheap slut that can’t get enough toxic cum in his hole.” I think I fucked Joey more that month then I had since when we first started fucking. I was so turned on watching him get bred by poz tops, and willing taking toxic loads that I couldn’t resist mounting him as soon as the top left and dipping my own neg cock into the pool of poz cum that was his ass. Joey usually came when the tops would breed him, if he didn’t he would definitely cum when I was fucking him. I knew my odds of getting HIV were even smaller than Joey’s, but the thought that it was still a possibility was enough that I would quickly add my own load to his hole. After the third or fourth time we had a guy over and everyone dumped their load in my little muscle stud cum dump husband, I started slipping a butt plug into Joey’s ass to help him keep the loads in longer. Several times I’d find him playing with the plug in his ass and jacking off a couple hours later. I’d watch and stroke myself as I told him to fuck that toxic cum deeper into his boy pussy, to make sure he got pregnant from all the cum his Poz Daddies had given him. What Joey did not know was that I was not being that selective on who I had come fuck Joey. Many times I would get guys that would say they were undetectable but were still interested in fucking that hot muscle stud in the pics. I let them know that was okay but they still had to pretend they had a high viral load and they wanted to poz him. I actually let quite a few of these guys in on the secret that Joey was still on PrEP. Many of these guys contacted me afterwards and let me know that it was one of the hottest fucks they had ever had. I would reply and ask them that if Joey ever stopped taking PrEP would they consider taking a med vacation and giving him a toxic load for real. If they were interested I would favorite them and if they weren’t interested I would block them. A couple of the guys I blocked created new accounts and let me know they changed their mind. I unblocked their original accounts and let them know that I would contact them if Joey was ever going to go off PrEP, but that they would have show me that they were off their meds and were detectable before they got another invite to come breed my hot little boy. When we were having guys coming over to breed Joey, we were watching all the poz oriented porn we could find and reading bug chasing stories to each other. After another few weeks of having guys over that were thinking they were there to poz Joey, we were snuggling on the couch watching some porn when I asked Joey, “Baby, have you ever thought about stopping your PrEP? Doing this for real without the safety net?” Joey looked up at me, I could see a mix of desire and fear in his eyes. “Do you want me to?” He asked timidly. “Baby, I love you. Having gone on this journey of discovery with you has made me happier than I thought possible. I will support you in whatever you want,” I said looking down into his eyes. “You would still want to be with me even if I became poz?” He asked, looking for reassurance. “Yes Baby, I’d still want you to be my boy, to be my partner in life. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. I would still want to share you with other men, seeing you let go of your inhibitions and being so free with your body is the sexiest thing in the world to me. I would also join you on the journey. If you stop your PrEP I will too, I won’t ask you to do anything I wasn’t willing to do myself,” I answered. “Okay, I guess,” he said, still a little unsure. “Tell you what, let’s think about it overnight and talk again in the morning. If you want to go through with it, I want to make a video of you dumping your pills and flushing them. I think it would be really hot and I could use it to help get you some more guys,” I said. That sort of tipped my hand to Joey that I really did want him to stop his PrEP and be at risk of getting pozzed when he was taking loads. Joey reached down and started fondling my hard cock, “Only if you dump yours as well. I want to feel your unprotected cock fucking those toxic loads into my unprotected ass.” “Deal,” I said immediately. I then pulled his sweatpants down and fucked him there on the coach.

But damn. we come to that point when the story, at least what we have of it, comes to an end, and we can only hope that more will follow. I hope more will follow, Meanwhile, I guess my elbow could use some rest, Repetitive use injuries are no fun.

I’ve always been into taking raw dick from the start. First time I was ever fucked was raw and although I’ve slept with other men I still consider my first to be my main man. 16 years later he’s still pumping loads into me.

Hey all, I used to be a much sluttier cumdump, frequently taking loads on BBRTS, Grindr, and on at Vancouver Steamworks. Cooled down when I got into a relationship for a few years. Now that I've been single again for awhile, I decided to spend an evening as a no-loads-refused cumdump again. I shaved my hole, douched it clean, took some immodium, and went to the local bathhouse for 5 hours between 5PM and 10PM. I started by bending over on the fuck bench, and had a few feelers come by and touch my ass a bit before the fourth guy or so pulled out his dick and slid into me. Really enjoying the mentality of just being a piece of breeding meat, I didn't look back at him or even so much as reach back and feel for a condom. I know that I come here to present my little breeding hole like a fleshlight - you'll use it however you like, I'm just here to serve. Plus if you tie off your condom full of cum I'll just pour it into myself anyway 😜 Anyway, one load down. Wasn't getting any more biters on the fuck bench so I wandered around for awhile and wasn't getting any action in the usual cruising spots. So I wrote down my room number on the whiteboard and "cumdump" in blue marker, opened my door, and pointed my hole at the hallway. Since this was right around the time of the after work rush, I had a lot of visitors stop by and breed a load, back to back every 15 minutes or so by 7PM. Feels good to slut it up again 🙂 Got home with a sloppy cunt that will probably still be leaking cum in the morning.

Because it’s the natural thing to do

I remember him, his porn career basically imploded when it came it he was a blue live supporter in the wake of the george floyd murder.

WOOF ! TOTALLY Agree with you - especially Guys using Suction cups - or Silicone injections Balls - or Hormones !

I try to in my hand - licking cum off my hands - then I met others guys - Bi Couple - soon they know me - sharing - like bi wives - we share together !

You are so Fantastic and HOT - lowering my standards - my mom divorced my dad - my Uncle / his Best friend training me of Life - Males and Females love sucking Dicks - just going into my Teens - Woods was 1 of our Favorite places - groups !

In London throughout and not one condom in my university years. "I'm still standing. Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time..." 🎶

WOW ! Amazingly HOT - Beautiful - Can Not Resisted - wishing I was your Neighbor or your Younger Brother - Training me !

The way he would whisper German in my ear while doing hard, short balls deep quick, painful stabs makes me hard just thinking about it. Verbal alone is hot, I never knew not understanding it would be even hotter. I kind of wish I did know because this man was depraved and I know it was good stuff.

I did as well. Of course, I lived in rural Montana. But there was the opportunity for exposure to HIV from a guy in an adjacent county However, once he was diagnosed, he kind of withdrew from everyone and began a downward spiral fueled by alcohol and isolation.

YO PEOPLE! I only vaguely remember writing this so long ago but it's time for an update, I think. I'll work on one, but I'd love input! We know that the American Hotel is now closed, have any additional places started to pop up to replace it? DO YOU HAVE ANY PLACES TO ADD TO THIS LIST? One place I have heard of a few times is the Motel 6 on Wadsworth. I have a friend (a Rentmen.com guy - really, friend of 20+ years) coming to town from NYC. He's going to stay with me but wants to try to get some clients while here as well. Also, he's just a slut so I'm sure will want to check out places.

Hey guys—I’m bored and horny and high. I’ve got favors too. Would prefer to travel. Pretty open here. Porn, JO/edging, oral, rimming, making out, nip play, role play/dirty talk. Vers/bottom. Not looking to be serviced or only top (flipping is hot tho). HMU 3098244529