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Nic bubble butt. I would love to open it first with my playful tongue

Lab is amazing but regarding it is usually crowded there are many picky guys. Bull is my favourite. It has a special atmosphere.

**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** CHAPTER 5: BUSTIN’ LOADS IN BOSTON The presentation went well, Dr Matthew was well-practiced at delivering his speech, the attendees didn’t suspect a thing, he thought confidently to himself. Afterwards, his fellow medical professionals came up to him with congratulations and kudos. Professionally, he felt fulfilled. After all, nothing in his talk was contrary to what he believed as a doctor or what he tells his patients now – there are ways to avoid contracting HIV and he is an advocate for prevention – IF that is what his patient desires. Was it that last qualifier about patient desires that he sneaked into his speech at this last minute, perhaps delivering a small window of doubt for some attendees? Dr. Matthew didn’t think so, and he collected his check for his speaking fee from the organizers and dialed Solomon’s number for a ride to Logan Airport. Stepping outside, he now saw it was snowing heavily, after just being fairly mild in temperature in the morning, a cold front moved in and Dr. Matthew hoped his plane back to LA would not be delayed. Of course, Matthew was hoping Solomon had time to stop the car in his favorite Boston alleyway and plant some more toxic AIDS-seed deep up Matthew’s guts. Since arriving in Boston 3 days ago, Matthew had been gifted with Solomon’s special seed 6 times, whenever their schedules made it possible. Matthew knew enough to know that a few hot fucks in the back of an Uber, or in his hotel room, probably weren’t sufficient for conversion, but his aim now was to take every unmedicated HIV load available, and Dr. Matthew’s tight little body and smooth butt were inviting targets for insemination by poz predators like Solomon, proud pozfather of 25 already. The six loads of HIV the hot African man blasted into his guts brought Matthew’s known poz intake to 140 loads, and he was hellbent on getting one more for the road. He was lost in this fantasy daydream as Solomon’s car pulled up to the event center. The tall Nigerian Uber driver leapt out and they hugged tightly and then he placed Matthew’s suitcase in the trunk. Matthew was just about to get into the back seat when a voice from the event center entrance called out his name: “Dr. Hill, are you off to the airport? My ride got cancelled for some reason, do you mind if we share a ride?” It was Dr. Mitchell Greene from New York, a colleague in the world of HIV-medicine, a steadfast promoter of safe sexual encounters, Dr. Greene had teamed up with a gay podcaster to be a regular guest on his show and offer advice to neg and poz guys alike. It is here that Matthew, being the caring individual he is, immediately thought not of himself but of a colleague needing his assistance, and he called back to Dr. Greene, “Of course, Mitch, you’re welcome to share!” And as soon as he heard himself saying that, he had twinges of regret, for now this was just a ride to the airport, and not a ride on Solomon’s huge poz-toxic member. But what was done was done, and Matthew accepted it, knowing he was due to start regular HIV inseminations from Randy back home in LA. Dr. Greene handed Solomon his bag and as Solomon turned to share a regretful look over at Dr. Matthew about this unplanned guest, Dr. Greene reached up to close the hatchback of Solomon’s RAV4, and as he did, his polo shirt rode up just enough to reveal a furry stomach and a biohazard tattoo! Spying this, Dr. Matthew tried to keep his cool, for he didn’t know if the tat meant Dr. Greene was toxic or on meds. Plenty of his patients immortalize their HIV with a bio-tat, or a scorpion, or a radioactive symbol, but then go on meds. Dr. Greene could be one of those. Settled in the back of the RAV4, Dr. Matthew initiates a chat with his colleague: “So, what did you think of my presentation, Mitch?” “Oh, it was great, Matthew. I really liked the section about guys resisting peer pressure and staying on PrEP for their safety. So much of gay culture and porn has shifted towards gift-giving, we should be advocates for our patients to resist that.” “If that’s what they want,” they both said at the same time, eliciting laughs. “Dr Matthew sensed an opening, and his slight change in tone also perked up Solomon in the drivers’ seat: “What if that’s not what they want, Mitch. How do you deal with that?” “I tell them to get it out of their system. I think you know as well as I do that once the idea of poz gains a foothold in a guy’s mind, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.” “Unless you succumb to it,” added the curious doctor, hoping to elicit agreement. “Oh, I succumbed years ago,’ Dr Greene replied, lifting his shirt and displaying his bio-tat on one side and a scorpion on the other. “I commemorated them here,” pointing to the poz ink. “Nice scorpion, Mitch,” Matthew answered, reaching out and tracing it with his hand. “Does it still sting?” “It never stopped stinging. I’ve been poz 10 years and never any meds. I take good care of myself and I know what to look for if that starts to change. Until then, I’m not inhibiting my gift, as long as so many hot chasers want it…like you, I think. Am I right, Matthew?” With that, Mitch took Matthew’s hand and thrust it in his crotch, Matthew feeling the poz cock as it expanded against the fabric of Mitch’s jeans. Mitch had Matthew’s number, that’s for sure. And Solomon, from the driver’s seat adjusted his rearview mirror and also adjusted the growing poz snake in his pants, unzipping them and freeing it so it can rise to full mast in all its poz glory. “Boys, shall we find a place to exchange some HIV?”, Solomon asked from the front seat. I would love to get one more dirty load into Matthew before the airport. I know a place,” to which Mitch and Matthew just grunted assent, for they were locked in a deep poz-neg kiss with Matthew’s hand down Mitch’s trousers and Mitch reaching for Matthew’s negative hole. A few minutes later, Solomon pulls up to an airport-adjacent motor lodge. “This place is discreet. A lot of guys hold their cumdump sessions here since the motel staff looks the other way,” Parking the car and telling them to stay there, Solomon darts into the motel office and a minute or two later he emerges with a room key – this place hasn’t gotten around to keycards yet. He gets back in a pulls his car around the back. “The clerk is a buddy of mine, very poz…he’s giving us the room for free if we let him breed you, Matthew. I told him you didn’t have a say in the matter…he’ll be over shortly. Solomon opens the dumpy motel room door and Matthew is led over to the bed, Mitch pulling down the young doctor’s trousers and pushing him down hard on the lumpy mattress…Quite a comedown from the 5-star hotel in which Dr. Matthew was staying in downtown Boston, but the poz hunger had taken over inside him and in no time he was presenting his still-neg hole for Mitch’s hard HIV pole. The second doctor drove it deep inside his younger colleague, not stopping when Matthew yelped a bit and bit the pillow. “When you poz up, you’ll understand, Matthew,” the more senior physician told him as he thrust his poz cock deeply in and out of the young doctor’s hole. “You just can’t stop thinking about breeding and gifting and passing it on.” Dr. Mitch railed on Matthew’s neg hole a few more minutes, all the while his copious pre-cum led an HIV advance team on the young doctor’s insides, finally erupting with multiple shots of infected cum deep up the doc’s hole. Not stopping to let Matthew recover a bit, Mitch pulls his dripping member out and high-fives the waiting, jerking Solomon, tag-team style, and in no time at all, the massive AIDS-weapon of the Nigerian Uber driver takes the doctor’s place. Solomon is pile-driving it deep up Matthew’s mancunt, now coated with 10 shots of Mitch’s AIDS and soon to receive a new batch brewing up in Solomon’s heavy, heaving balls that slap against the doctor’s butt with every drive up Dr. Matthew’s pussy. Matthew turns to look back just long enough to see a new man, he supposes it’s the motel clerk, rail-thin, wasted, and jerking his engorged cock, waiting his turn up inside him to penetrate him with more viral jizz. Solomon at last begins to shudder and shake and violently erupts his unmedicated poison up inside Matthew, who feels about 12 spurts of HIV deep in his guts. Solomon, being the pro that he is, and in one motion, flips Matthew on top of him. Now Solomon is on his back on the sleazy motel bed with his pole still buried up Matthew’s ass, gobs of toxic cum oozing from the doctor’s cunt. He motions for the motel clerk to join him in a double-fuck of the young doctor and the dude, about 65 years of age, wastes no time and joins Solomon with his own AIDS-cock up the young doctor’s blown-out pussy. In quick time, they match their strokes, Solomon and the seedy clerk alternating their pistoning as Matthew’s own cock wildly helicopters around, pre-cum flying everywhere. The men inside Matthew both reach their pinnacle, Solomon’s second load announced with a guttural growl and a string of words Matthew doesn’t understand, while the motel clerk just deeply grunts with every spray up Matthew’s ass of his toxic cum. Mitch, watching this scene, and ready with another brew of AIDS-cum for the young doctor, moves in as the motel clerk withdraws and Mitch blows his second load deep inside his young colleague, still also impaled on Solomon’s member. “Hey, guys,” Mitch announces once his dripping pole is back in his pants, “I’ve got a flight to catch,” The three men disengage; the motel clerk having left once he loaded up Matthew. “OK, boys, let’s get you to your planes,” Solomon announces. At the airport, among the falling snowflakes, there was a short yet emotional scene with Matthew and Solomon as the young doctor thanked the Uber driver for loading him up so many times. By his count, he got 8 loads of HIV-riddled cum from Solomon, and 2 more from his professional colleague, infectious disease specialist and disease carrier Dr. Mitchell Greene. And a bonus one from the older, wasting motel clerk. Dr Greene back on his flight to NYC, and Matthew on his to LA, texted a few times, Matthew just expressing his thanks and sharing his poz load count since his chase had begun 3 short months previous. “With you, Solomon and that motel clerk, I’m up to 145 loads, and I’ve never felt more alive or sure about anything!” “Yep, that’s how it gets you, buddy,” Greene wrote back. At your rate, you’ll surely get there…Just glad to be of some help!” Matthew settled in to sleep for the rest of the flight, reclining in his lay-flat seat and soaking up the viral loads from the three men. As he drifted off, he traced his chasing journey all the way back to college listening to Ric and Mateo in the dorm showers. His own journey was taking some time, that much he knew, but also knew he would get there. For up next was the poz father to over 20 men, the infamous member of The Ten, Randy…and Matthew could hardly wait. END OF CHAPTER 5

So, I didn’t expect this, but I had sex in Tampere (Finnland) all the three nights I spent there. I arrived on Sunday and I already posted about that kinky night. Although today I arrived back at the hotel dead tired I was horny again. Fortuna likes me sometimes. After I just started jerking off, I received a message on Grindr. Are you in this hotel? Horny? The guy wasn’t extra but was in the same hotel only 5 stairs far from me. I was in his room in 10 minutes and after he sucked for a while I fucked him fast and dumped my load in his hole. I let the best to the end. Already in the first night we started to talk with this guy. He was so hot. Do you remember the Wrigleywill cumdump? He looked like him but was a bit more handsome. A real Finnish guy. Moreover he had an amazing muscular body, hot tattoos, big fat firm ass, and tight but easily open hole. So I visited him, ate his ass, fucked him many times and also dildo fucked him. He had three amazing assgasm. Finally I went on his ass.

Yes because it’s a priceless feeling. I love it on both sides.

I wouldn’t say hotter but rather more exciting. I prefer regulars because they almost never disappoint me and I can avoid endless chats. Randoms can make you disappointed because sometimes they lied about themselves, their appearance or preferences. In worse cases they just disappear. On the other hand they can offer the excitement of exploring something new. Sometimes you simply can’t choose because you are far from your regulars. This happened me with here, in Finnland. I spent here 3 nights, I met random guys every night. Two of them were better than nothing, felt pretty with them. The third one was amazing.

Letting strangers use my hole without ever knowing who they are is for sure a natural high. But so is having a longterm Dom Top to use me up and share me with others--either way giving up control and letting go into the mystery is sexy as it gets.

Hey, I’m just west of GTA in Guelph. I’m in Toronto frequently. Submissive Bottom.

Like AirBnB, but for even shorter-term. I love that concept. I'd happily rent a gloryhole for an afternoon!

I don't know. This will be my first IBC. I DO know that my sluttier friends that have been, always get their fill of bear cock/cum. I don't know it that's play parties, after hours parties, resorts or what. If it were me, and it was an either/or, i'd wait for April when the weather is nicer as well. I LOVE outdoor sex! There may not be a Cumunion or Bearunion, but CCBC will definitely be busy.

Jesus, this is hot in ways I can't explain. Bi guy here, happily married to a woman but needs cock from time to time. I'm terrified of the prospect of bringing "something extra" home to the wife, so as much as I love getting fucked I've never in my life had a bare cock in my ass. Condoms only. This story would be a nightmare situation for me, but I came 3 times while reading it and I'm getting hard again and can literally feel my hole twitching with desire! I was planning on fucking my wife tonight, but had to give my cum to this story and now I know I'm going to go find videos of bareback fucking with strangers to jack to. Just one more cum and I'll be able to stop fantasizing about having my knees pinned to my chest and smooth, bare, stranger cocks filing me with risky cum, right? Right??

Has anyone been to Palm Springs during the IBC event? If so what is the vibe and availability of sex like while it is in town. I was a little disappointed that there doesn't seem to be a BearUnion party over the weekend, is that a bad sign? I have been to Palm Springs during DadFest in July several times and always have a great time, does the IBC have a similar vibe? I know DadFest usually has BearUnion and/or CumUnion parties taking place during the weekend that have been unbelievably great events for me. Would it be worth my effort to make the 2,000 mile trek to go primarily for the sex? If not I may wait and try to go the 1st weekend in March, there is a CumUnion party at 541 on Friday and another at CCBC on Saturday.

Your first name Carl Your cell number: 989 417-4556 text me please A location: I’m in Alpena, Michigan 49707 zip Times you're generally not available: I’m available most times Age:48 Height:6’2 Weight:190 Ethnicity:white Into sexually: Cumdump party pig motel, group, anything goes

Great stories- I have a million of them but yours are bringing back some incredible memories and I thank you!

Since there seems to have been quite of bit of planning already done, will the primary space in this establishment be the actual porn theater, with smaller auxiliary spaces for the darkroom and gloryholes? If the primary space isn't the theater auditorium, it seems like this is more of sex club than a porn cinema. If it is going to be more of a sex club I would suggest visiting [think before following links] https://slammerclub.com/ and [think before following links] https://club541.com/, neither of them really have a true porn theater, but are otherwise great setups that would work with a modest porn theater/sex club. Another good example is this party space, it does have a significant porn viewing room with sofas, and a really good start on the signage you need to explain darkroom usage [think before following links] https://mmupp.weebly.com/. You would have to make some concessions to accommodate cruising culture differences between Seattle and Socal, but I think the general concepts work well. You could also try to get in contact with Ray from [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris_Theatre_(Portland,_Oregon) he did operate 2 actual porn theaters successfully. I really think Ray created the best case scenario for PNW cruising culture, the action didn't compare well with the Socal ventures I listed, but it existed and succeeded in cruising culture that is very similar to Seattle. As I understand it he closed because someone made him an offer he could financially refuse on the building.

When my uncle went on deployment, I was 20 and looking for trouble. My cousin, or his step-son (a few years older and effortlessly charming) became my partner in crime. I was his permanent designated driver, steering us through nights of drinking and back-road shenanigans. But the real action happened when the engine cut off. In the quiet, alcohol-soaked haze of the early mornings, the "pal" act would drop. He’d get needy and aggressive in the passenger seat or back at his place, and I was more than happy to oblige swallowing his loads. We’d spend the night tangled together, only to wake up and play it perfectly cool the next morning like nothing had ever touched us. My aunt would make us breakfast or we'd go about our business. Everything changed when my uncle finally touched down. He came back with a feral, high-testosterone energy like a dog in heat, constantly on the prowl. I could feel his eyes on me from the moment he walked through the door, tracking me with a heavy, unspoken intent. One night, the house was quiet. My cousin had headed out on an errand, leaving me alone with my uncle while he sat back getting stoned. The air was thick with smoke and a sudden, sharp electricity. He didn't waste time with small talk. He just leaned back, exposed himself, and gave me a look that wasn't a question... it was an order. "Slobber on it," he muttered through a cloud of smoke. I dropped to my knees, the thrill of the [banned word] hitting me harder than the contact. I worked on him while he watched me, totally unfazed, until he’d had enough. He pulled me up, took exactly what he wanted with a rough, focused intensity, popping open my boy hole then slapped my butt and told me to wash up with a dismissive smirk. The "shenanigans" of the summer had officially leveled up.

I will visit London in April for a long weekend. I have heard of roast and Beefmince, but how about saunas to breed bears? any cruising bars? any other rec? Cheers

I feel like he should have just been more up front with his situation and should have told you instead of leading you on a goose chase that’s not cool but atleast you found a hole to use.

I agree with you that I did not expect Dan's trip to the ABS, but he only did it on Rick's direction and approval. Rick really knows how to seduce and dominate younger men like Dan. I hate to predict Dan's future with any specificity, but I believe Rick is grooming Dan to be a complete poz, kinky whore. However, @mancocoprovides readers with excellent twists and turns in the plot that keeps us readers' attention, so we will have to wait to see how and what Dan experiences under Rick's tutelage.

I have not read the update yet but me personally think it would be hot if it was forced.

I had a random and a regular both in the same day yesterday. I went to the video store. Saw a regular and he took me in a booth and bred me. Nothing special. He is hung and I like that but he didn’t pull anything new out of his bag of tricks. lol. Then hooked up with a random. He was tall. Big dick. Very Dom. He kept telling me how good of a boy I was and how good I was making him feel. I it really got me going. He then came in me a big loud load. When he finished I turned around and cleaned him. He was so turned on by that. He gave me his number and wants to use me again. I would have to say in this case the random was definitely better.

Hey Guys, My first night at the Vault (London) it delivered as you've all said, fucked countless times, and numerous loads. It was wall to wll fucking, a lot more full on the average sauna.

This older constructionworker, (farmerson) is looking for a very dominating workmate, farmer, boss, trucker to use and abuse him in any way possiblealso record braeking gangrapes, no loads refused (still hiv neg on prep) Heavy sm with even blood is no problem. Can be kept in stable among the animals, dungeon... crucifiction branding , cuts, even castration is possible.

thanks guys, for the feedback and bothering to comment, Just to let you know, and an awesome 4 hours, and got rogered senseless, by numerous guys, none of whom i have no idea who there were 😉