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I tell everyone before we meet I’m strictly bottom for tops and my cock stays in my jock. Even then there is always one or two who try to grab my dick.

@Uncut300 SE Wisconsin to Central IL, a doable drive one day.....

Thank you! I have wrote several other stories on here. Dm if you want the list. I am sure this won’t be my last story.

I so get you ! Same here.

You're really a excellent writer, you should write more after you finish up with this story.

Nothing! And I avoided HIV.

I will travel to Madrid 1-8 of November, im submissive neg bottom, i wanna be infected and pozzed by a high viral load poz tops.

Pick me !

I think the process is the same for everyone but I can see how faggots and Alphas have it more clear than other people. We understand that our companion scratches that emotional/sexual itch we all have and fags have very clear how the dynamic works. I am looking forward to have a relationship with a faggot. Maybe fall in love. Why not.

Yes we can fall in love. It happens quite frequently I guess. It happenned to me some times. In fact I have a theory: If an agressive top fucks a faggot on a regular basis, the moment he decides he wants something more with the fag, the moment he decides to claim it as something more than just on of many other holes, the fag will engage itself and commit to whatever that is. We endure it all to please, to get the attention, to validate ourselves but also to be chosen.

I can't say I ever experienced any weird side effects from it. No dreams, no excess poop, no nothin'. Maybe to a smiler I smell repulsive and like a hospital, but ... idk 😉

Yes. Example: every time I tried with a bottom who tried to control my pace, or direct me into what he enjoys it’s a massive turnoff. I don’t take instructions from the hole I’m using. Faggots are my perfect match. They are just glad a real man is using them and will put up with anything we serve.

Just to clarify, you're proposing that faggots are a specific subset of bottoms and not all bottoms, correct?

Thank you for explaining it this well. It makes sense to me now, I see why sometimes I saw fear in the eyes of my bitches but they kept calling and emailing, insisting that I returned to use them any which way I wanted. I am a selfish top. I’m one of those who will ram it inside a tight hole for no reason other than to assert myself. I never cared about the sub’s feelings or desires but then again, that’s what I’m into. I’m not into topping bottoms, I’m into using faggots. It’s a world of difference. And yes, you’re correct. Us tops have our pick of the litter and for some reason when I present myself as a selfish, aggressive top, I get even more requests than normal. I have been very clear about what I like, ramming it in, rough fucking, punching, verbal abuse, spit, degradation, etc. The more I state this, the more they chase me. i was trying to figure out why. Another question: can a sub in this type of sexual relationship fall in love with his abuser? I don’t think in this context “sexual abuse” is a negative thing.

I suppose it was a good thing I kept my place pretty well stocked with food. G found some chicken soup to throw on the stove and I managed to get about half a bowl down. He texted back and forth with the other guys and told them to head over. I suppose it made sense since everyone knew where I lived--the whore's den. With some light food in my stomach I seemed to come out of my fog a bit, but I still felt warm and woozy. I mumbled something about it to G, and he guided me back to the bedroom as buck naked as I was. I could feel his load, mixed with Grant's, just beginning to ooze out of my hole. We made it to my room and he gently pushed me onto the bed. "I wanna get off another load before the guys arrive. Don't worry, I left the door unlocked and told them to just come back and join us once they get here." I had fallen forward onto the bed, and G pulled me up around the waist until I was on all fours. He nudged me forward and climbed on the bed behind me, his cock already raging hard. Using the slight dribble of cum oozing out of my hole he pushed forward and sank himself in to the balls. Knowing there was company on the way, he immediately got to work rutting himself deep inside me; my already lubed ass took his cock greedily and I simply dropped my head to the bed between my arms and surrendered. It was only a few minutes later as I felt G's cock begin to swell and harden into a steel rod that I heard the door open and then shut a few seconds later. I knew my other breeders had arrived. My own cock was rock hard and slapping up against my stomach as G's pounding reached a ferocious climax. He hilted himself as far in as he could and unleashed another torrent of toxic splooge into my ass as I heard clapping to one side. "Oh fuck yeah, man. Poz that ass!" It was Dirk who had spoken up first. I lifted my head and looked to my right and saw him standing there fully nude, Ryan behind him and Drew to his left. Drew's also-raging hooded boner stood straight out in front of him, and I knew Ryan's cut piece was almost certainly as ready to go as the other two. "Pretty sure the deed's already done," replied G. Slowly thrusting in my ass to make sure his load stayed deep. "Even got him a rando to go off in earlier. Hot jock type who ended up taking my load as well." "Damn!" said Drew. "Even while you're finishing the job here, you're starting on your next mark." "Ha! I'd fuck him as many times as he wanted, but I think Grant had a thing for Reid here. I heard him moan his name when I came in his hole." "That's adorable! Now, let us have a go," insisted Dirk. G pulled out and Dirk was between my legs in a flash. He sank his rod of iron into me with no mercy and gave a few thrusts before unloading with a warmth inside me that felt like one of Ryan's cum enemas. I looked to my right and saw G on his knees alternating between Ryan and Drew, keeping them well-fluffed. Dirk needed about 10 minutes of hard, somewhat painful thrusting to drop his second load. He clearly didn't care about me, except for using my ass. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I've given you plenty here, but always happy to give you more." He withdrew and Drew stepped around G and walked over to my bed. But he didn't mount me with the callousness Dirk had. Instead, he crawled up next to me and gently whispered in my ear, "you look like shit, and pretty exhausted. Roll onto your back and I'll take it from there." I complied and in a flash he had my legs in the air and his thick, uncut member was sinking into me. "Fuck man, so good!" he said with his eyes rolled back in his head. "I'm so glad we can do this again before I hit the doc tomorrow and get those antibiotics. Hurts so fucking much just to piss! I mean, this is gonna kill me just to cum here, but our boy Reid needs some attention." His words both registered and didn't. I should have been furious that he was participating in infecting me with HIV and other bugs no doubt, but in the haze of my still-somewhat moderate fever I was simply lost in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out and the sound of the cum squishing around my hole. I could feel my insides gurgling with all the semen inside. After about 15 minutes Drew's cock began to stiffen and I felt his balls draw up and slap against me less. His face contorted in agony as he released his noxious brew into my ass. "Oh holy fucking shit, god damn, fucking hell, jesus... jesus... jesus! What a bitch, all these bugs are just fucking evil! Good thing the doc's on deck tomorrow." He continued to thrust slowly as the look of pain on his face drifted away. I knew now why it had hurt so badly when I came in Grant earlier, and I felt like the shittiest person on earth for having done it. How would I explain it to him? Drew pulled out slowly, careful to keep as much cum in my ass. He kept my legs elevated and handed off to Ryan, who was already mounting the bed. He zeroed his head in on my hole and, as he slid his cock head along my taint I felt it lodge momentarily at my opening. He looked up from watching his cock and locked eyes with me and thrust forward sharply, driving half his cock in. Once he knew he had purchase in my hole, he sank in balls deep and got to work. "Yo, Ryan, did you ever tell him about your hyperspermia?" Dirk confirmed what was behind why I always felt like so much cum was in me every time he came. "Can't remember," Ryan panted, his thrusting already becoming urgent. "But guess... he knows now... if he didn't... already... fuck... fuck... FUUUUUCK!!!" He roared as he came, his sperm enema unleashed. He shook with a ferocity that exceeded any of the times we'd fucked before. His face contorted a bit like Drew's, and I knew he must have had all the bugs his partner in crime did as well. I also knew Ryan was no one-hit wonder. Once his orgasm subsided, he went back to work building to his next load. I could feel my bowels beginning to ache as Ryan's cock trapped the insane volume of cum in my guts and kept slamming it deeper. My rectal walls couldn't absorb fast enough, and my intestines didn't want to let the cum go in what to them was the wrong direction. I could feel my guts trying to expel the brew inside, but Ryan kept pushing it right back. It was about 20 minutes later when I felt his dick become rock solid again and I knew he was about to flood me with his second load. And he did. It was almost painful as the cum pushed itself deeper into my digestive chute, and I could feel the heat of the cum trickling into an area of my colon it hadn't ever reached before. It took a few minutes for Ryan to soften and as he began to pull out I could feel my stomach trying to spasm the cum out. It was loud as it gargled the cum like it was mouthwash, and I noticed my lower stomach was a little swollen. Ryan's cock plopped out and for a split second I thought my body was about to expel a cum geyser from my ass, but G had been prepared. The same plug he had used on my the evening before to keep the cum in my ass as he drove me home slide into my ass. He had lubed it generously and thrust it in firmly; my ass popped open to let it in before my ass lips clamped down once the plug was in place. I felt the cum gush into my lower rectal chamber, but the plug allowed it to go no further. "Thanks guys, we can go again later this evening if you want!" exclaimed G, and my head fell back and I faded into darkness, completely spent from being used.

This story keeps getting better and better. I wish I could meet someone like Randy

I really don t see it as a choice. I can feel the pain, I can feel the fear, I can feel uncomfortable and still endure it all just to please the man, to make sure he ll pick me again next time he wants to fuck, to make sure he enjoys it. It s primal, I guess. He has this urge to fuck and to be brutal. I have this need to be useful to him, to please him. Evidence of this is I have never gotten and will never get into BDSM. For instance, if pain or bondage are advertised in the chat or whatever, I won t go on with it. Not my thing.

As a total bottom since always (never penetrated anything or anyone), I can only speak for myself when I say : I endure and I accept what the top wants or does. I comply and I adapt. The reasons ? I think there are 2. 1. The lack of self confidence that I inherited from years of being bullied and later from bring cheated on by my first boyfriends. For me, sex was very often linked to abuse and serving as my "manly pleasure" has never been the center of attention. Now I only want to please, I feel good and reasured when the tops that fuck me enjoy their time, whatever it takes to make them feel good, I take it. I had some some experiences where I saw myself losing all control or being brought to do things I knew wouldn t enjoy, wirthout ever finding the courage to say stop! The need to know the man enjoys myself and the situation, together with the deep beliefs that he knows better than I do and he is superior to me, always had me going with his flow. 2. The totally unequal balance of tops and bottoms is the second reason for it. As a total bottom I know the competition is rude amongst my kind while the top has plenty where to chose from. When I find myself a top, I would do and endure whatever it takes for him to consider me one of his goods whores. It s all about having his attention and pleasing him because he is a strict top or a straight man and, therefore, not only he is superior to me but, but he chose me and I want him to pick me again. All this has led me to some humiliation and pain, both physical and pschological, which were never my kinks. My opinion is that enduring what the tops give you is unevitable for a good faggot. A good faggot's essence is to make his top feel good, no discussion here, while for the top... Some want to make their bottom feel good, yes, but most of them are just selfish and use the bottom to get off before going on with their life.

God loves cock and cum in his mouth everyday.

One of the things I truly appreciate about this story is that it remains agnostic on getting infected with HIV. Our site here is about barebacking. Barebacking includes risks of STIs. But there are great ways to control that these days while still enjoying every bit of barebacking. None of sees any of the pills our sex mates might have swallowed before we got there. Being poz doesn't make one better or badder. It's one of the things that might happen when we bareback. It reflects nothing about prowess. What I find so great is that Buck is happy to gift, but whether or not that happens doesn't impact his love of barebacking. Similarly us poz guys may or not be on meds. And this really isn't about gifting I think nearly as much as it is about us maintaining our health so we can enjoy more bareback pleasure. Pressuring others to poz, or to not poz seems way too common. Better for us to attend to ourselves and let others attend to themselves as suits them. @Uncut300 a delightful story you've crafted. Thanks!

What about pain? Does it matter to you if he hurts you on his way in or during fucking?