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Guess I live in the wrong city 😢

I love swallowing cum… better yet, a dim pinning me and ramming his cock down my throat and cuming there…

I think you would need to start a new club/organization. The events that bring the most customers in the door at the existing establishments are the opposite of this. It's been a couple of years since I have actually gone in on a Spa which is night, but based on just driving by the parking situation at the weekly Spa nights held on Tuesday at Steam and Wednesday at Hawks bring in 3 times as many customers as the monthly Cumunion parties, currently hosted one Saturday a month at Steam. I don't really blame them for leaning into what the local demand is for, but it's still frustrating. Steam hosts a hugely attended quarterly Saturday night spa party that I often forget about until I'm hunting for a parking space. No one from the staff at either bathhouse has ever warned me that my preferred activities aren't welcome on Spa nights, but the patrons have made it clear in both actions and words.

Excellent start. Please keep it going. That’s a similar plot to how I met one of my favorite fuck buddies.

It's a fantasy of mine to find a doctor who understands the power and allure of HIV that possesses us chasers. A few years ago, there was a story on BZ that focused on a medical practice that promoted pozzing of patients. All of the staff were involved from front desk staff to the physicians. I really loved this story and often masturbate recalling it, and this current scene fits well into the "pozzing in a medical setting" fantasy of mine. Thank you, @billyinrifor giving me one more sexy "pozzing" scenario to add to my masturbation collection. (Although, I will have Dr. Throne's cum to be very toxic, with med-resistant strain to give Alex something extra to share with his future conquests.)

Intense!

love how this is going. Fuckin hot how oblivious Jack is. I'd love him to get stealth slammed and stealth Pozzed but Master Joseph will decide.

Listen up, you worthless neg cunt. My name is Artur and I already fucking own that sloppy faggot pussy between your legs. It stopped being “yours” the second you started leaking for toxic dick. That pink little neg rosebud? It’s my property now. My breeding chute. My toxic dump site. My death sleeve. Next time we meet I’m not asking. I’m gonna rip those piss-stained briefs down to your ankles, shove your face into the cum-crusted mattress that’s been marinating in strangers’ loads for months, and ram my raw, leaking, poz death-cock straight into your dry, clenching hole. No spit. No lube. Just the slick film of my own toxic precum and whatever crusty remnants the last five loads left behind. You’ll feel every barbed inch scrape your guts raw as I punch past your second ring like I’m trying to split you in half. I’m gonna fuck you like the disposable meat-puppet you are—long, vicious, piston strokes that make your sloppy cuntlips fart and squelch around my shaft. You’ll smell it: that sour, metallic reek of old cum, fresh precum, ass-juice and the faint chemical stink of the virus itself leaking out of my piss-slit with every brutal thrust. That’s the perfume of your new life, faggot. Breathe it in deep while I churn your insides into a toxic slurry. My heavy poz balls—swollen, veiny, packed with millions of my defective seed—are gonna slap wetly against your taint, painting your crack with the sweat and ass-slime that’s already dripping off them. Every time I bottom out I’ll grind my pubes into your stretched rim, letting the curly black hairs matt down with your own cunt-juice and my leaking death-drool. You’ll feel my cock throb thicker inside you, swelling with the sick pleasure of knowing I’m already flooding your bloodstream with my gift. When I finally unload it won’t be some polite little squirt. It’s gonna be a violent, pulsing geyser—thick ropes of hot, infected poz cum blasting so deep you’ll taste it in the back of your throat. I’ll hold you pinned, ass-up, face-down, screaming into the stained sheets while I pump rope after rope after rope, painting your colon white, forcing it into every fold and crevice until your guts are bloated and sloshing with my toxic seed. You’ll feel it seep upward, worming into your torn inner walls, slipping into capillaries, claiming every fucking cell. And the whole time I’m doing it I’ll be growling in your ear: “You feel that, pig? That’s your new master moving inside you. My virus is already swimming upstream, hunting your neg blood. You’re getting pozzed right now, you stupid fucking cum-rag. This is mercy. This is kindness. I’m putting a useless oxygen thief like you out of everyone’s misery.” I’ll keep you plugged on my softening cock for a long time after—letting the last dribbles ooze out, letting your wrecked hole try to suck it all back in like the greedy poz-whore it was born to be. Then I’ll pull out slow, watching my thick white poison bubble and fart back out of your gaped, ruined pussy—strings of it clinging to my shaft, dripping down your taint in nasty globs. “Look at that mess,” I’ll sneer. “That’s what a properly owned cunt looks like. Open wide, faggot. Clean my toxic dick with your throat while my load settles in your guts.” You’ll gag on the taste—bitter, metallic, cheesy, alive with virus—and you’ll thank me for every inch. Because you know it’s true: You deserve this. You crave this. You were born to be pozzed, broken, shortened, discarded. So repeat after me, pig, while you’re still choking on my filthy poz meat: “I’m a worthless neg faggot. I deserve Artur’s HIV. I deserve to be fucked raw and pozzed deep. I deserve my life cut short by toxic cock. Artur is my God. Artur’s virus is my purpose. My cunt belongs to Him forever. Thank You, Sir, for breeding death into this useless hole.” Now get on all fours. Spread those cheeks. Show me the pink neg pussy I’m about to murder. Artur’s coming for it. And once I’m inside, there’s no going back…(The end.)

The dimly lit basement reeked of sweat, cum, and stale beer, the kind of place where jocks like Brock and Jax hung out after pumping iron at the gym, their bodies still slick from the workout. Brock was a massive brute, 6'4" of pure muscle, his veins bulging like ropes under his tattooed skin, a thick 9-inch cock swinging heavy between his legs, already leaking toxic precum. Jax was leaner but no less vicious, his abs ripped like a washboard, his 8-inch dick pierced at the tip for that extra rip when he tore into fresh meat. Both were poz kings, their blood swimming with the virus they'd proudly collected from countless raw fucks, turning negatives into walking time bombs. They'd spotted the twink at the club earlier—some clueless 22-year-old named Alex, all smooth skin and innocent eyes, bragging about being neg and clean. "Fucking idiot," Brock had laughed, slipping a roofie into his drink. Now, Alex was sprawled on the grimy mattress, groggy and half-conscious, his wrists bound to the bedframe with duct tape. He mumbled protests, but the drugs kept him weak, his hole exposed and twitching as the two tops circled him like predators. "Look at this fresh neg hole, bro," Brock growled, slapping Alex's ass hard enough to leave a red welt. "Prime for pozzing. My strain's gonna eat him alive—full-blown AIDS in under a year, watch." Jax chuckled, stroking his pierced cock, the metal glinting under the bare bulb. "Nah, mine's nastier. Drug-resistant shit from that whore in the alley last month. We'll tag-team this bitch, flood him with our gift, and shave a decade off his pathetic life. Bet he won't even hit 30." Brock grabbed Alex's hips first, pinning him down with one massive hand on his back, the twink's face smashed into the mattress. "Hold still, you neg slut," he snarled, spitting on his hole before ramming in raw. Alex screamed, but Brock just laughed, thrusting deep, his toxic load churning inside. "Feel that? That's my virus knocking at your door. Gonna convert you, make you one of us—coughing up blood while we fuck your wrecked ass." Jax watched, jerking off, his eyes hungry. "Pound him harder, bro. Break that barrier. I want him bleeding for my turn." Brock pistoned relentlessly, his balls slapping against Alex's thighs, grunting with each brutal stroke. "This hole's tight—neg as fuck. Not for long. My poz cum's gonna rewrite his DNA, turn him into a diseased cumdump. Imagine him wasting away, begging for meds he can't afford. Shortens his life? Hell, we'll end it early." After a few minutes, Brock pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with precum and a hint of blood. "Your turn, Jax. Pass the meat." They flipped Alex like a ragdoll, Jax pinning his shoulders while Brock held his legs spread. Jax slammed in without mercy, the piercing scraping Alex's insides, drawing a fresh cry. "Fuck yeah, feel that tear? That's my gift sliding in deep. Our strains mixing in your gut—double the poison. You're done, boy. No more clean life for you." Brock leaned in, whispering in Alex's ear while Jax fucked him senseless. "We're bragging rights, kid. We've pozzed dozens—turned jocks like you into skeletons. Your hole's just another notch. By morning, you'll be infected, rotting from the inside. Short life ahead—blame our toxic cocks." Jax sped up, groaning. "Gonna cum soon. Flood this neg pig with my load. Watch him swell up with fever in a week." They traded him back and forth for hours, each turn more vicious—Brock choking him lightly while Jax bit his neck, both joking about his impending doom. "Bet his family's gonna wonder why he's dying young," Brock laughed mid-thrust. "Our secret—pozzed by the best." Finally, they both unloaded deep, pinning him flat as their mixed cum seeped out, the virus taking root. Alex lay broken, sobbing, but the jocks just high-fived, wiping their dicks on his face. "Another one down, bro. Who's next?"

Definitely

I wonder if your husband is the issue; Carnival in Rio is infamous for wide-open sexual expression. Is it possible that he's behind the non-action? We went (it was years ago now) once, and it was as though every tubs/bookstore/fuckjoint in the Northern Hemisphere had temporarily relocated to Rio. Brazil is loaded with stunningly beautiful men, and surely they're fucking each other someplace ...

I wonder if I'd bother to even go to those places again .... How about this: invent some drrrrrrty-sounding name for a new club/organization for gay men that actually need to fukkin breed, and find a place to hold the event. Be sure to mention that NO bullshit will be acceptable; only guys who actually want to fuck/take loads are invited, and work with what actually does turn up. I would think that a local fuckjoint, or someone wanting to crank up the action at an existing one would be interested in co-sponsoring. Spell out clearly that this event is for actually having sex, not coming up with new and tiresome ways to not actually fuck.

Chapter 2 -hope I don't get cancelled. ### are deleted words Just a few weeks after Sara and me started dating Mike and I were having dinner at their house. Sara always brought up weird topics, mostly about drugs or sex. She talked about guy on guy stuff the way guys talk about girls. Anyway, she said we should all smoke some stuff that makes you feel real sexy. Nan rolled her eyes and said Sara had been talking about this for a couple of years. Mike and I are idiots so we agreed. Nan relented too but reminded us that everything Sara did was to give dudes blue balls or embarrass us or both. Sara went and got a glass pipe with a white rock in it. She said that it was not as harsh as pot and we should all take big hits. She fired up the lighter and held it under the pipe til white smoke appeared. Then she took a huge drag and handed it to Mike. As she lit a fire under the bowl again she exhaled a puffy white cloud and told Mike to wait til she said then inhale as deep as he could. When it was my turn I looked over at Mike. He’d just exhaled and his eyes were gleaming. “Oh man, that acts fast.” When I exhaled I could immediately feel its effect. I was more confident and feeling a little horny and my crotch was tingling like an electric charge. I pulled off my shirt and Mike did too. We passed the pipe a few more times and S### shotgunned each of us.S### made out with N## as [pronoun] blew smoke into [pronoun] mouth. Even though we knew they made out and more, seeing it made me hornier still. I looked at Mike and made a face like I was gonna make out with him. He chuckled then said “bro, you are sparkling right now. Are you as happy as you look Hector?” My hand was on my sweats already a little wet. I nodded yes, then turned to Sara. Now S###’s hand was down my sweats and (pronoun) tongue down my throat. Mike and N## were going at it even harder. I lamely tried to get S### to move to [pronoun] room but it was hopeless. I was gonna have crazy sex with my girlfriend while my best friend and N## were doing it next to us. I’ve seen Mike naked plenty but seeing him hard and full on having sex wasn’t in Boy Scout training. It was the first time since I was a teen that I saw a buddy’s boner and first time ever I was with any dude when he came. But it all seemed OK somehow. Now we both knew who had the longer cock [me] and whose was thicker [him]. And maybe I can compete on volume of jizz but his stream shot over N## and landed on my hairy pecs. Soon were smoking up and having 4-ways a couple times a month. Mike and I thought we were being intimate occasionally talking about our cocks and high fiving after one of us came. I was impressed how veiny his was and he kept saying mine was probably 9”[I think its less than 8]. We both liked watching the other slide in and out. But S### and N## were going full on lesbian. And we got to see and touch it all. I Was fucking S### and making out with N## when S### said, Cmon Mike, fuck my ass before Hector cums. I watched him slide [altered to meet guidlines ATMG] As he entered he grabbed my arm under my sweaty pit to steady himself. It was good to feel a tight grip instead of just S###’s softness. No one was surprised S### was doing this. You didn’t need to ask N## if it was OK. But Mike and me were definitely surprised they were doing it with us. When we finished the room was littered with rubbers. Soon Mike and I became pretty comfortable with our 4-way craziness. The girls always crashed after a few hours and Mike and I would go in the other room and finish whatever was still in the pipe and talk the rest of the night, sometimes in our briefs sometimes naked. You always brag to friends about how hot sex is or how horny you are if you aren’t getting any. But this was way different cause we were talking about how we looked going at it. We were both always still horny and talking about it turned us on more. So we started beating off together. The first time we shot at exactly the same time and before we’d even stopped I watched Mike wipe his abs and bring his come coated hand to his mouth. The look on my face must have been odd because he said “What?!!! It’s got protein.” I always figured it tasted weird. But now I scraped my load from my pubs to my chest then to my mouth. It tasted creamy and salty and like a man. Another time we were in one big pile, I was fucking S### but could see nothing. S### said quietly “Please Mike, I wanna see you butt fuck [pronoun] best friend. You and Hector can cum in both ends.” -not really since butt fucking required wearing a rubber too- Then [pronoun] leaned over me and laid a huge wet kiss on S###. I could feel Mike climb onto my legs with the girls encouragement. Finally N## told me to help him put it in and grabbed my right arm and swung it around. Then, suddenly I had my best friends staff in my hand. I’d seen how thick it got and now I could feel it. He had a rubber on so it wasn’t like I was really holding Mike’s wet pole. I’m not even sure he knew it was my hand around his shaft. Man, was his Rod thick.

at the very least ... frankly, Bokkierob must be a more gracious man than many.

Amazing!

Yes. I was a highly successful professional escort in the mid-late 90s. I absolutely loved being an escort. It was a huge turn-on walking through a door knowing that within minutes I'd be having sex with a (usually) complete stranger. I was very good at it. Made an excellent living for several years. Even wrote two books on the subject, although they're out of print now.

This is somewhere between 07-08 I was about 20 years old, still young and in great shape 5’5 140 7.5. Met my friend through xhamster, usually wasn’t accepting friend requests on there from guys, but I had been to a few gloryholes and was in my curious time, before I really started fucking guys. He sent the request and we just chatted like friends, we were in the same city roughly about 30-40 min away, so we started talking about finding girls to tag team through the site or if we happened to find someone out in the wild who was down we’d be each others top picks. Soon he’d ask me if I ever messed with any guys told him I had done some gloryholes and a cross dresser who traumatized me bc they got a bunch of mess on my dick. And he told me about the guys he got bjs from and a few he fucked, he would always say a hole is a hole haha. Eventually we stopped messaged on the site and were texting, and we both realized it’s always easier to find a guy who’s a freak more than we could ever find a girl who’s wasn’t selling it. Our schedules never synced up for months every time he’d find someone I’d be at work or out and vice versa. We did hang out once in person just on some regular guy stuff to catch a vibe and that was it. One day he found a bottom that he’d fucked already close to my job, and wanted to get tag teamed. So on my lunch break went right over there but that bottom was weird to me, I couldn’t stay hard, just gave too much crack head vibes for me. My boy still fucked and I watched and we left and laughed about it in the parking lot lol. A few months later he hits me up for another tag team, I made sure it wasn’t the same dude which it wasn’t, and later that night I met him over there. The bottom let’s name him Mike was cool seemed like a business guy nice home to himself just came back from a business trip, white guy brown hair about 5’8 150-60 average shape. my boy let’s call him Joe is a big guy about black 6’3 on the heavy side hairy (black bear) and I would say his dick was about 6” and thick like a coke can no exaggeration. so we’re hanging at mikes kitchen bar and he’s got the 420 going, Jo doesn’t smoke so it’s just me and Mike, I def needed that to calm my nerves. Jo and Mike had fucked a few times weeks before. After about 15 min we make our way up to mikes bedroom and everyone strips, mikes on his knees between me and Jo taking turns sucking and this guys a pro just deep throating no gag, getting our dicks so wet. Jo takes charge and gets Mike up on the bed in missionary and works his way in, Mike really turned into a bitch when we got to that bedroom, downstairs he was masculine up here he’s squirming on moaning as Jo is pushing inside him. It was so hot to watch while I stroked my dick. Jo made his way into Mike and is slow fucking him with mikes legs over his shoulders, and I climb on the bed and put my dick at mikes mouth and he gets back work, but barely bc every other stroke from jo has him huffing and moaning on my dick. Jo makes Mike get back up to stand on the side of the bed, and tells me get behind him for my turn, we both move to our assigned spots, I definitely brought condoms but since I saw Jo go in raw and we were all in a nice groove I just lined my dick up to that hole and plunged in, my dicks thick but Jo’s is thicker so it was barely a struggle and felt so hot, Mike was loving it, kept telling us the combination was amazing, with my slightly longer dick stretching where Jo didn’t get. Mike was a true closet sissy, as I was fucking him from behind he was sucking Jo’s dick while he sat on the bed, the bed was super high so it was a perfect angle for everyone. But I’m still on the hunt for a bottom like him, he started hands free cumming, and his hole kept gripping my dick when he would. He was screaming and moaning like a bitch who didn’t have neighbors, and I kept feeling his cumming splash on my feet from his little bouncing back n forth. I had to switch I didn’t want to cum yet so me and Jo switched places, Mike licked and sucked all his juices from my dick and Jo started fucking him like it was a punishment, had Mike really going crazy now with that hard deep pounding, after a few minutes we switched again. I started treating it like a competition of who can make Mike the loudest and I started deep pounding him, we had that hole gaping and creaming, and his little dick leaking. After about an hour of that we were done and ready to cum, I told Jo to come take over but he wanted me to cum first, “don’t gotta tell me twice” I started pounding that hole faster than ever and deep, the whole time Mike is telling me to cum in him, I finally do and it felt like so much and it was, when I pulled out the biggest glob of cum came rolling out, I caught it and rubbed it back on his hole while Jo walked around for his turn. Not to be outshined he dropped a huge load in Mike too. We all hooked up a few times again after that, until Mike sold his placed and moved out of state, me a Jo would talk off and on every few months for a few years before just drifted away.

So true about the more men, the pickier they are. Bear Week in Ptown is the same. I call it Grindr A.D.D.

I guess we all have our own likes, but for me spending time in a sexually charged environment with nudity and uninhibited conversation, is extremely frustrating. You can easily spend 4 or more hours in a gay bathhouse in the PNW and not see or hear any indication that anyone has actually fucked. I find that there are no bigger boner killers, than spending hours listening to naked guys socialize, watching them kiss, cuddle and engage in foreplay for hours on end without actually fucking.

I am a cocksucker, plain and simple. If you want to call me a faggot, well, go ahead, it's OK with me.

I haven't been to Brazil, but would suspect it is a combination of things on your list. Is it possible the darkrooms don't exist at establishments within the "safe" tourist perimeter? At least in the US establishments that host such attractions are forced out of the "acceptable" areas in many cities. I also suspect the cockblocking boyfriend lurking nearby is a significant factor.

I just sucked a guy off about 3 hours ago and DID I EVER feel him shooting his cum in my mouth. It seems like he just kept cummin and cummin and filling my mouth with his cum. I had to keep swallowing while he was cummin to take it all in. But i gotta tell ya, I loved it!! I knew I had just given him a great blowjob.

Loving this story! You got us all drooling and dripping!

I like these dudes. More please