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If what you said is true about the hook-up then you are in the clear. You stated that you declared your intentions to breed him upfront in your communications. That was the time for him to state his concerns and limits. Changing his mind at the very moment you starting to blow your load is to late. He is a man and knows what it's like to blow a load. It was his responsibility to be clear and upfront about his concerns.

I wanted to add some information to the Motel One recommendation. I visited recently, they close the doors at 23:00 at which they said you need the card to open the front door. Before then no key card is needed to access building or elevators. On a logistical note. - I found that my shower did not let me change the shower head for my douche, and I mistakenly didnt pack a bulb-douche. So keep in mind you might need one. - Suppose you dont want to leave after check-in, mind that they have no minibar or bottles of water provided with the room(unless youve got some fancy account with them). Bring drinks if you dont want to rely on tapwater.

However, please let me add a side query to this, the site is slow because there are [banned word] sluts like myself who are pounding our gaming keyboard with one hand, Jumping up and down on the dildo in the gaming chair, and jacking with the other hand. With guys like myself demanding packets of data, I am technically amazed the site has not melted down into a puddle of rare earths and copper. 😉

Do you know what time they close the doors for the night, if at all?

I experience this as well, and it is 'up my alley' so to speak. This is not the only site that does this, but if you install a US certied AV with web protections such as McAfee AV/EPO/HBSS of variants, while you are panting or stoking and waiting. It is learning from you. If popups are not throttled its algorithms open a new tab (for me it is usually all real bareback), or an AI whacking boy (think of Ted Schmidt and his jerk at work.net on US Queer as folk. It is doing a lot of research on you, and collecting lots of information which drives bait content. The goal is to mesmerize you with a tidbit or bait while they farm your information and tempt you to pony up your credit card info for a subscription which as of now, is harder to get out of a subscription that it was a short time ago, I could call it political, but actually, it is simple greed that knows no party. By the end of a jerking weekend, you might have hundreds or over a few thousand trackers on your system. Remember, just because you don't like condoms, or to live to serve as a cumdump or pozzer does not mean you should not protect your cyber info. Jus saying.

Beautiful shot!

Nice job!

Thanks so much for likes and comments, my friends! Please bear with me - or should I rather say 'bare with me' 🤔😇? - for chapter 2, I was little busy these days but I am halway through writing it, will be published soon 🙂 Thanks!

Fucking hot story. My balls have been producing torrents of poz unmedicated cum while I was reading it and my cock was leaking poz pre-cum all the time. Many thanks to the author.

Looking forward to you replying whenever you are ready, Jaygusher. Always happy to help with brainstorming if you need it, like I've told you before. As for you fluffybutt... Hasn't it been like since April since you last posted a new chapter or update your own story? Not really fair to call someone out who has updated more recently than you have.

Secretly, I was hoping someone would say this. It would not be the first time I broke something, taking it out of the box, but then played with the box. If anyone would like to play with my box it is open and available. OK, the next section is in work. The first section amazed me since it just flowed. If it does break the story, you can always treat it like Indiana Jones 2 or 4 and fondly remember 1 and 3 even if Amy Farrah Fowler and her writers distracted us from our fond Indy favorites no matter which movie.

The more I think on this, the more another possibility bears considering. If he consented and then only withdrew his consent when you told him you were going to cum, and then you did cum a second later, you have to consider this might have been exactly what he wanted. To create a situation where you can't help but breed him because he left you no time to respond before it was a fait accompli. It's worth considering.

Met this horny mid-30s handsome married guy on Grindr and we've been chatting for a while. Then finally our time schedules met and he headed over to dump his load in me. Started first with some chat and we actually really liked eachother. Then he drops his pants and I immediately drop to my knees and first start licking his balls and shoving my face in his pubes. I then deepthroat him like 15 min and he precums a lot, me swallowing it all of course. He barebacks me in all possible positions and I'm in anal orgasm and he's getting more turned on by me going absolutely wild off of his dick. Finally he dumps like a massive load in me which flows out and i look properly bred. Btw he videotapes himself fucking me, I'm fine with it as long as our faces are out of the view and hot to later review the session. He then rests like 2 min and starts getting hard again. As I'm lubed up by cum, he penetrates me again with ease and fucks my cummy hole. We go at it for about 30 min until he gets in front of my face and puts his dick in my mouth immediately unloading load nr 2 in my mouth. I eagerly swallow every drop. I don't yet cum but that's not the point, the point is to service this absolutely hot man. He then buttons up and leaves as he got what he wanted - to completely unload his balls.

I think in THIS case you did nothing wrong but …. We live in three worlds…. the breeding.zone world of hot fiction where you could be poz…. But tell him you were neg and on PrEP … pin him down and stealth him … and if that scene were written by the right author a few hundred guys would blow copious loads if cum while reading it …. then there is the actual world with the older rules of gay sex (from back in the 70s and 80s) that a lot of guys on here remember and would like think are still the rules of the game, where once a bottom agrees to the ground rules …. The top gets to do what he wants within those rules even if the bottom changes his mind mid fuck (so if you agreed to BB sex … you get to cum in him … even if he changes his mind and that is fine then there is the actual real world we live in now that @billy88666 described … where the bottom can change the rules at any time … and if you don’t abide by the new rules as quickly as possible…. You can be charged with rape I disagree with @billy88666 about this time because the cub didn’t say no soon enough and agree with @viking8x6 that what you meant by “I’m about to cum” is that you were actually starting to cum … I think it would be wise for all tops , so as to protect themselves legally … in the future don’t say anything until you are cumming … or have just come it is a changing world …. In addition to BB, I also like it on the rough side… and with the right guy get turned on when he whimpers or says no … which is the one good thing about on line hook ups instead of the bar hook up … is that on line I have a written record of his agreement to the scene and what he should say instead of “no” or “don’t” if he really wants me to stop. so - sorry this happened to you… hope your next boy appreciates your load properly .

Really?!! Are you the right person i need? This is my lifetime dream i were dreaming. So I want to be owned by the right person wherever he/she is. But i want to be extremely tortured, i want to be amputated all my limbs and want to be Quad amputee, then after i become quad amputee i should have to live crawling by my four short stumps, i should have to be to live difficult and challenged life by doing things by myself without limbs, etc. To know more detail about me inbox me or send me at adnanfedlu28@gmail.com

Hope this hot story continues. Curious to see what happens with high dude for one thing :)

A fantastic finale to an amazing story that always had me hard and wanting to be on the receiving end. I am curious to know how many pozzimgs really did happen at the recent street fair in SF? I know I will be returning to this and the other chapters. Thanks for sharing these pozzing adventures, @Van2man!

I'm a submissive bottom 👀 to be fucked bareback. I want guys to unload inside me. I live in Reno, but can travel to anyplace in Nor Cal, or Northern Nevada. Into other kinky stuff, piss play and more. I'm submissive and sexually obedient for all of it. I'm down to make videos.

Very fucking hot! Such a good slut.

I too had been an avid reader of Matt & Dan. Thanks for the instructions.

The best chapter yet! Love how this is progressing!

I don't think you behaved badly in particular. You told him your intention in advance and he didn't mention any reservation. What happens in the heat of the moment is just that, and once you are in the throes of orgasm it's not only unreasonable but literally impossible for you to stop. Besides, it already happened and no harm was done (apart from maybe to the cub's tender illusions). If you feel like it's an ethical issue you want to consider for future fucks, I'd suggest simply changing the wording of your exclamation slightly: "I'm cumming!", in the present tense. Accurate, to the point, and uncontestable as it's happening already.

Hi Guys: Thanks for all your kind words over the years about my story "The Ten." Here is my final chapter...and although this story is coming to a close, I will be back with more exploits of different guys, different situations, in the future. Thanks again! **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** FINALE: INSIDE THE BLUE TENT Once the bedroom set had been delivered, I made good use of it getting more guys into the brotherhood. Josh from Alaska, newly pozzed and highly toxic with my potent strain, recommended me to a few of his buddies who wanted the bug from the original source and I gladly complied, bringing a total of 9 other Alaska dudes into the poz world, my HIV strain working their bodies over and, most crucially, imposing the need to seed onto their minds. A few months later, when Josh texted me a link to a story in an Anchorage paper about an unexplained rise in Alaska HIV infections, I just smiled and took quiet pride in helping my newly poz brothers, and making plans with Eric for a 7th X tattoo. As for Furniture Guy Tom and I had met a few times at his studio and I even brought a couple of co-workers to buy some custom pieces from him. We also met for coffee and long walks a few times. One such time, he got very emotional and finally revealed the reason that, despite the instant and obvious attraction, he pulled away from me that evening at his workshop. “I was on PrEP pills for awhile, but I had a bad reaction to it. The doctor switched me to the once-a-month injection but still I had bad side effects…my body just couldn’t take it. So, when I saw all your….body art…” he said, trailing off. “So you know what it all means, then? My tats and the Xs? Did they freak you out a bit?” “Yeah, I think I know…a couple of my buddies chased it and caught it, and if that’s what they wanted, good for them, I guess. And a couple more guys I know weren’t really looking for it, but just lax in taking PrEP and eventually they turned up poz.” “So, you’re neg and not on PrEP and you don’t want to be poz, right,” I asked him, taking hold of his hand which trembled a bit in mine. I brushed a wisp of his hair back behind his ear. “I like you, Tom,” I continued “A lot. I haven’t felt a real connection like that with anyone in a very long time. And although I love my life and I have no regrets or qualms about my sex life and what the impact of it is, I knew I always would want to try a relationship again.” “Randy, I feel the same way about you…and I want us to be together. But, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be poz, and I know you don’t or won’t ever use condoms.” “No, that’s true, I won’t ever have a condom on me, or in me. Never. Men are meant to spread their seed.” “How many have you…how did you say it last week…’brought into the brotherhood?,’” he asked me, looking up from his empty coffee cup. “You know what these X’s represent,” I asked him. As he shook his head “no,” I filled him in on their meaning. “I’m part of an informal club called “The Ten.” It started with a dare, really, to poz up 10 willing chasers and then we’d get an X tattooed across our abs. I have 6 Xs now, Tom, and when I go to San Francisco next week, I’m getting my 7th tattooed. I’m pozfather to over 70 guys that I know about, and those 70 guys have spread it to countless others. And I’m not even nearly the most prolific member of the Club. We’re all super multiple cummers with huge loads, and spreading HIV is such a thrill, our cocks never go down until we’ve shot multiple toxic loads -- my buddies Eric and Keith and Sir Mack are well over 100 known pozzings…and hundreds more unknown ones.” “Wow, I had no fucking idea this was even a thing!” he exclaimed. I knew some guys chased it but not that there was an organized effort like that!. That’s amazing, Randy, but I gotta say, I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.” “That’s fair, Tom,” I told him, “it’s not for everybody, but it is growing in popularity and interest. We’ve even got a stall at the Folsom St Fair next week, and we’re setting up a space in a big tent, kind of an after-party for anyone we meet at the Fair who wants an upgrade. It’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Just thinking of the future mass pozzings we’re gonna spread makes my cock strain in my jeans and Tom reaches down under the table to touch it which sends it to even a harder, more engorged state. “I think I understand, Randy,” he said quietly, “but I don’t want to be poz…” he trailed off and looked up at me and then I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with the hot furniture maker, anywhere further than coffee dates, anyway. It was an impasse I knew we couldn’t overcome. We parted that day with a long hug, and he turned down the street resignedly. I honestly didn’t know when – or whether, I’d see him again. I got in my usual gym session and got back home to get on a Zoom call with my poz brethren about Folsom St Fair – we made some final arrangements about the profile cards we’d be handing out, and the plan was in place. A week later, flying down to SFO, I was abuzz with anticipation about the booth at the Fair and the special surprise we had for the lucky chasers. In my mind, I had turned the page on Tom, so although I was sad about not being with him, I was eager and ready to bring some more guys into the wonderful world of the poz brotherhood. Setting up the booth was easy – our banner ‘Join The Ten,’ with a large reflective biohazard symbol shined in the sun. Eric, Keith, Sir Mack and I stripped off our shirts to display the tats signifying us as mass pozzinators. As the temperature heated up, we lost our leather shorts and stood at our booth proudly displaying our pierced pozzing weapons for all to admire. A few guys who stopped at our booth walked away in disgust, shaking their heads as they went, but many, many more were intrigued and we handed out our profile cards which displayed our stats like baseball cards: Last known Viral Load, how many pozzed, tattoos, etc…This brought more interest and we made a few more appointments for later for them to join the club. Interest was high…an hour in, Caleb, the 19-year old Berkeley student I pozzed along with his twin brother, strolled by and we reconnected with a loud recharge pozfuck right in the street against a chain-link fence, my poz cock unleashed the first of many toxic loads into the twink’s poz hole. Passers-by watched and stroked their cocks and recorded the Caleb’s recharge for social media, hashtag #TheTen☣️ Other guys passed by all afternoon, either taking one of our cards or proudly showing off their own poz tats, a sea of biohazard symbols, + signs, blood droplets, scorpions, and a few simply with the words POZ or HIV or AIDS emblazoned across their skin. One hot guy had his cock tattoed with a rattlesnake spewing venom, and I took the opportunity to go back to my Caleb-fucking spot against the fence and bent over to take his poison snake up my infected hole, his weapon spraying 8 or 9 shots of pure HIV into my hole. At last, the Fair was winding down. We made a few more appointments for the conversion treatment for later, and we packed up and made our way over to the notorious Ringgold Alley, where the tent was set up in the parking lot of a warehouse owned by somebody Eric has pozzed years earlier. As we walked up, we spied our special guest, filmmaker Todd Verow, himself a bug-chaser, setting up his video equipment. All the invitees who consented to be filmed would get their poz upgrades recorded so they could look back on the proud moment when HIV entered their bodies and changed their lives! Todd is a hot fucker himself and of course, we were gonna take the opportunity to bring him into the brotherhood as well, once the filming was done. The tent was divided into 2 sections, the first of which was lined up with mattresses, fuck benches and a sling, and the second had three portable medical exam tables arrayed one by one. I walked in to see the Idealistic Young Doctor there, wearing an open lab coat and nothing else but a fat metal cockring. He was readying alcohol pads and syringes for his part of the process. On the right side, I saw my brother mass infectors Eric, Keith and Sir Mack hard and stroking their cocks, each of them pierced, engorged and ready to breed. Between them, over 200 chasers had been infected with their strains of HIV and those 200+ men spread their seed all over the world, infecting thousands more. I took my place alongside them, greeting each with a deep kiss and a tug on their cocks, appreciating what they had all done for me and how together we had some small part in the burgeoning normalization, appreciation and enjoyment of HIV in gay circles. At the precise time of 5:00pm, our first appointment arrived. “Welcome,” Doctor Matthew announced. “Are you Blake?” Blake, a young twink of about 22, nodded and the Doctor ran through the choices: First, you get to decide which of these 4 hot poz men will breed you – they’re all super toxic. Then, once he has deposited his load in your hole, we’ll complete the process with some blood fresh from him to you. Here, sign this form and then pick your pozzer.” Blake studied each of our profile cards which we handed out at the Fair, while Todd readied his camera to zoom in on the guy’s neg hole; finally Blake selected Sir Mack as his pozfather, leaning over the fuckbench. Mack, the most prolific pozzer among us (as well as the most-toxic), then opened the festivities with a brushing of Blake’s neg hole, preparing it for the life-changing serum he would infect the guy with. This was followed by a brutal fucking from Sir as he drilled his fat toxic cock deep into the young guy’s guts. Blake winced and yelped at the anal invasion, but Mack just drove it in harder, covered the kid’s mouth and held his head down into the fuckbench. Pretty soon, our next appointments filtered in, staggering every 10 minutes. I got the 2nd customer, Davis, a 30-ish Asian dude with barely a hair on his body, except for dark circles of fuzz around his neg hole. I was pre-cumming already and lubed up my unmedicated pole with the precum that was swimming with my HIV, readying the guy’s hole with a quick brushing. A few brushes in his pussy completed, I drove my weapon deep into his fuckchute, precumming all the way and in no time I was balls-deep in the guy, bringing him roughly into the poz brotherhood – well, if my toxic load didn’t do it, the blood slam coming up surely would. Just the thought of it got my cock harder and with urgency and precision, sprayed 10 shots of venomous seeds into the dude. I wasted no time in dragging him over to Doctor Matthew, who was just finishing up with Blake, a syringe of Sir Mack’s blood freshly drawn from the infected Master and shot into the arm of the young lad Blake, completing his conversion and marking him as a poz breeder. Tears of gratitude streamed down Blake’s pretty little face, for he knew now his goal was achieved, and quest was completed. Filmmaker Todd handed him a video card of the conversion and off Blake went to spread the wealth. Matthew moved along to me, I reclined against the exam table while my victim Davis lay on it, wiped out from the brutal fucking he received from me, my unmedicated load seeping into him and I watched Doctor withdraw a syringe of my blood from my arm and inject it into Davis who trembled and whimpered a bit, but took the conversion well. I could see Eric and Keith deep inside the next customers, Sir Mack, having pozzed Blake now, moved over to the waiting area but was soon called over to breed the next guy. And so it went on and on, one or more of us continuously breeding the chasers with our poz loads and then our poz blood. Doctor Matthew stroking his cock all the time he was administering the treatment to the chasers, a couple of times, the doctor’s own poz load shooting into the face and mouth of the guy as he inserted the needle with the poz blood. Filmmaker Todd, meanwhile had filmed each conversion – all the guys so far consented to the filming – and by the 3rd hot poz breeding, Todd had one hand on his camera and the other on his hard thick negative cock. Todd knew he’d be upgraded to poz tonight but first we had 20 more appointments lined up. Now, all of us poz brethren are ever-hard multi-cumming machines, but to make sure we stay that way during the long session, each of us took a Trimix shot from Doctor Matthew before we had begun. Our cocks were so hard and rigid, even after cumming and pozzing multiple guys, I was hoping for some walk-ins who maybe heard what was going down in the blue tent on Ringgold Alley. Pretty soon, the pozzing extravaganza was almost over, it was a blur of neg holes getting fucked and inseminated and syringes of red poz elixir taken from us and injected into willing bugchasers. And even though my cock, by Todd’s count, had shot 9 loads, it remained rockhard and leaking, waiting for the next. Finally, the “next” was Todd himself, who assumed position on the mattress, riding Eric whose fat poz pole pistoned up and down into Todd’s beautiful neg ass. He leaned forward over Eric, making the classic opening for a double-fuck. I wasted no time, beating out Sir and Keith into the prime double penetration position and my own stiff infected cock drilled into Todd’s quivering asshole, alongside Eric’s and we soon had our alternating strokes, deep into the filmmaker’s cunt. I could feel Eric’s cock against mine, his 0g PA clanking against mine. Gradually, Eric began to shake and shudder and with a loud explosion, he shot huge streams of his full-blown AIDS deep into Todd’s gaping hole. I knew I was right behind him and without any delay, my own toxic cock impregnated him as well. Doctor Matthew, watching this hot scene, rushed over with 2 syringes. “Stay as you are, guys,” he commanded, and he quickly drew another syringe of Eric’s venomous blood and one of mine, and with our cocks still hard and leaking up inside the filmmaker, injected Todd with them both at the same time. Keith, videotaping this event for Todd, proclaimed “Welcome to the Class of 2025!” “You’ll never know for sure who your Poz Daddy is, Todd,” I whispered into his ear, giving him a little more push inside him with my bugged-up cock. Eric’s AIDS-pole joined me in driving deeper into the guy’s ass. We know we have just pozzed Todd, fulfilling his wish after years or trying to poz up. He is one of us now! Now, I am truly wiped out, and after our joint infection of filmmaker Todd, we dismount and Eric and I collapse into each other’s arms. Todd, not satisfied, being the cumwhore that he is, brings over Sir Mack and Keith and they proceed to double-fuck and breed him as well, also taking syringes of their blood from Doctor Matthew as well. He is good and truly pozzed now! We are just about to close up shop, pridefully recalling the over 25 guys we have pozzed here with our loads and our blood, laughing at the sheer depravity of it all, when, with my back turned, I hear a familiar voice. “Sorry, my plane was delayed. Am I too late?” It’s Tom. MY Tom. “There’s only one guy I want it from, if that’s OK,” he says, walking over to me. He’s got on leather chaps and his ass, which to this point, I’ve never seen before, is round and beautiful and just waiting for plundering. “What are you doing here,? I ask him, stunned to see him. “You sure about this,” drawing him in for a deep tongue kiss. “Totally,” he whispers, “and you have to do it for me. I don’t want to be without you in my life, and I want to share it all with you, including your strain.” “OK, but let’s skip the blood slam this time,” suddenly switching into romantic mode, “I’m super toxic and my loads will be enough.” After a deep loving fuck, I blew my load up Tom’s hole, feeling full and truly wiped out. Eric, Mack, Keith, Matthew and Todd all broke into a round of applause. As I kept my leaking poz cock deep inside his guts, we kissed deeply and I knew then my purpose was to spend my life with him, sharing what was now “our” strain, and laughing to myself at the irony of it all; for although I had spent so many years pozzing up chasers, it was a non-chaser who ended up capturing me.