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Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

It was a Saturday night in November and I was craving sex. After dinner, I did a clean out, grabbed my small bottle of lube and drove to the local abs, 20 minutes away. There were only 3 other vehicles in the parking lot, one of them a large suv with New York license plates and a decal from a Brooklyn dealership on the trunk. Walking inside, I paid the $5.00 fee and went to the video arcade. Rounding a corner, I spotted 2 black guys who looked to be in their late 20's. One was 6' with a shaved head, the other was 5'10" with short hair. Both wore white wife-beaters and black nylon basketball shorts, obviously with nothing underneath. "Let's give it another half hour and if there's no action, we'll head back to the hotel." The taller one said. "Is my stink as bad as I think it is?" Approaching them, I stopped and before the shorter guy could reply and taking a deep sniff, I said, "Your stink isn't bad at all! It sure is good to hear my native tongue in this place. Brooklyn in da house! Moved down here 13 years ago." They both laughed and the taller one asked, "You really like my stink?" He grabbed my head and gently moved it into his sweaty armpit. Reveling in the pungent scent, I sniffed deeply and licked the sweat from his pit. "There's something specifically masculine about the sweaty aroma of a man and it's not limited to his pits. It can be his pubes, his ass and even his feet. For me, manstink is better than poppers." "How do you like mine?" The shorter one asked, moving my head to his armpit. Once again, I sniffed and licked. This guy's stink was equally strong, yet different from the first guy. "Mmmm! You both stink good!" "Damn, you're a freak!" The taller one said, squeezing his crotch. Looking down, I could see that both guys were getting aroused. "Freak, pig, slut, tramp, I've been called many names, all true. Never been paid for it, so I'm not a whore. I'm all man, so I'm nobody's bitch, cunt or pussy. As you can see, I've got a big mouth. You can take the boy out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the boy!" "Pig seems to suit you!" The shorter one said. "I'm Jesse and this is Lemar. Right now, Brooklyn is colder than a witches tit, so a bunch of us drove down here for some decent weather. So pig, do you like black cock?" Licking my lips, I said, "To be honest, I like all cock, but I LOVE black cock, as well as black cum, black piss and black ass. I'm Eliot and if you guys are interested, you need to know one thing. Kissing is a must!" Jesse and Lemar looked at each other and they smiled in agreement. "Yeah, we're interested. There are 3 more of us back at our motel and we all love to kiss. Before we make definite plans, you need to know 2 things, we party and we NEVER play safe." He said. "Music to my ears!" I replied. "I've NEVER had a condom on or in me, so naturally, I'm POZ. Aunt T has been known to visit me on occasion too. Where are you guys staying and how long? Do you just want me for tonight or do I need to stop at home and get my meds?" "We're staying at ****Motel in room 111 and since we don't have to be back in Brooklyn til Wednesday, we'll head back Monday night." Lemar replied. "If you're as piggy as you claim to be, plan on staying as long as you can, so you might want to get your meds. All of us are POZ too. Three of us are total tops, 1 is versatile and 1 is a total bottom. We also have Cialis if tinadick is an issue. Do you mind if we go into a booth and we can sample each other?" "Fine with me." I said. "The booth at the end should be big enough for the 3 of us. I know where your motel is and I'll probably be there 15 minutes after you if we leave at the same time. Hope you like what you sample of me, because I know I'll love what I'll sample of you guys." I led them to the large booth and locked the door behind us. Lemar and Jesse stood in front of me. "Who do I sample first?" I asked. "Me first!" Jesse declared. "Lemar, you get behind him and see what his hole is like!" Grabbing the waistband of Jesse's shorts, I slid them down, revealing a semi hard uncut cock, oozing precum. I took it into my mouth and in seconds it reached its 9" fullness. At the same time, I felt Lemar pulling down my shorts and as he inserted a finger up my butt, I felt Jesse's cock go past my tonsils and I was rewarded with the scent of his sweaty pubes. "Mmmmm!" I moaned. "He's got a nice, tight hole!" Lemar exclaimed, removing his finger and licking it. Bending down, he spread my butt cheeks and thrust his tongue inside. "Tasty and he hosed out!" "You need to feel his sweet mouth on your dick!" Jesse said, pulling out of my mouth. "Let's switch positions so I can get me a sample of that ass." Next thing I knew, Lemar was in front of me, shorts down, sporting 8" cut with huge balls. He grabbed me by my ears and started to skullfuck me. Jesse's tongue was inside me in a flash as I deepthroated Lemar and sniffed the scent of his lush pubes. One thing I noticed was that they had identical bio hazard tats to the left of their pubes. "Damn, you really are a pig!" Lemar said, pulling out of my mouth. "How did you ever get out of Brooklyn without running into us? You should get your meds before you join us, because I think the 5 of us will be having lots of fun with you." "Sounds like a plan!" I said. "If you guys don't mind, I'd like to sample a taste of your butts before we leave." "Feel free." Lemar said, turning around and spreading his hairy butt cheeks. I thrust my tongue inside and savored the sweet, sweaty musky flavor, slurping audibly. "You're next, Jesse!" I declared and he backed his butt onto my face. Jesse had a smooth ass, yet it was tasty just the same. "When I ain't sucking dick, I hope someone will be sitting on my face!" "Our friends would raise hell if we kept you here to ourselves," Jesse said, "so let's get this show on the road. Before we leave, give me your cellphone and I'll give you mine. This way, if there are any snags, we can get in touch." The 3 of us pulled up our shorts and Jesse and I exchanged cellphones to put our numbers into them. With that done, we left the booth and walked out of the abs together. "See you soon!" I said as we got to our respective vehicles. "Don't start without me and don't even think about washing off your stink!" To be continued

My head was spinning. So much was happening, so fast. I discovered this gorgeous guy following me, and admit to considering how hot it would be to fuck him. But that happens all the time, and I just add it to my fantasy bank. But then he tells me he’s actually a PI and has been following me, and he knows all about the stuff I thought was so secret? And he could ruin my relationship with the man I love and have been with for over 5 years. World crashing down around me, and now he’s flipping it again and saying if I actually live out my fantasy with a hot stud like him, I can also save my relationship? “It’s really not much of a choice, is it Joey? Why don’t we go back to your place?” I looked him up and down one more time. I hadn’t realized just how hot he was when I first saw him. He really fills out his jeans, and looks like he’s packing a huge bulge. He must be 6’3 and weigh 220. Nice and beefy. My cock jumped at the thought of being with him, and I realized that going along with this was my only chance of keeping my boyfriend. So I picked up my gym bag and said, “Let’s go.” My boyfriend was away for the weekend, which he must have known. When we got to my place, as soon as my gym bag hit the floor, he pinned me against the wall and brought his face close to mine. He looked in my eyes and said, “Kiss me, Joey. Kiss your first new mouth in 5 years.” And I did. I brought my lips to his, parted them, and shoved my tongue in his throat. I had wanted to do this for so long, to connect with a new man, and here was my opportunity. I wasn’t going to waste it. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me close, and then I felt pressure on it, guiding me down to his neck. I slurped on his scruffy neck and then kissed down over his chest and abs through his shirt as he kept pushing me down, down. I finally reached his bulge, and felt his huge cock throbbing through his jeans against my cheek. “You feel that, Joey? That’s my desire for you. That’s the hard cock of another man, a cock that needs attention.” I undid his fly and hauled out his enormous dong. It had to be 9 inches, far bigger than my boyfriend’s 6.5. My eyes bugged out, no doubt, but my mouth watered at the sight. He said, “Go ahead. Taste your first new cock in 5 years.” I touched my tongue to the head, and quickly lost myself in the sensation of doing what I had been fantasizing about for months. I squeezed his shaft, tugged on his balls, tasted his sweet precum. I gave the best blowjob I’d given since the early days of my relationship. I wanted to swallow him whole. I went down as far as I could until I started choking, and then I felt his hand push me farther. I’d never deep throated anything that big, but in that moment I pushed past my limits and found my lips and nose nuzzled in his bush, his cock oozing into my throat. When I pulled off, his dick was coated in mucous, and my eyes were streaming tears. I was a mess, but I had just swallowed the biggest cock ever, and I knew I wanted more. And so did he. He helped me stand and said, “Take me to your bedroom, Joey.” I grabbed his hand as he stepped out of his jeans, grabbed them, and I led him down the hall to the room that Jake and I share. I hesitated only briefly before opening the door and leading him in. We both took in the surroundings - so familiar and home to me, and so clearly a room full of memories and a shared life that he was witnessing. He saw the pictures on our walls and dressers and bedside tables, the souvenirs from our travels, and he saw the bed that we sleep in together every night. Somehow he knew just where to go, and he walked to my boyfriend’s side of the bed and laid down. I stripped out of my clothes, giving him a little show as he lay where my boyfriend lays, stroking his cock as he watched me get naked. As I approached the bed, he pointed to his jeans on the floor and told me to grab what’s in the front pocket. I fumbled a bit to find it, and then pulled out a condom.My heart sank a little, but knowing this was the right choice given what I was doing, I smiled and brought it to him, “Joey, I’m going to fuck you right here in your bed. I’m going to lay where your boyfriend lays, and you’re going to sit on my dick, you’re going to take another man’s cock inside you right here. I know it’s what you’ve wanted, what you’ve dreamt of every time you and Jake have sex. I’ve read your online postings, I know the scenario you have played out a thousand times, and we’re going to do it for real. Here. Now.” With that, he grabbed the rubber and tore it open, deftly sliding it onto his throbbing cock. I straddled him and stroked him, feeling how hard and ready he was to penetrate me. As I felt his head find my hole, I looked over at the full length mirror next to the bed - the mirror in which I had watched my boyfriend and I have sex so many times - and I saw myself poised to be fucked. And I saw him, this hunk of a man laying in my boyfriend’s spot, preparing to fulfill my every fantasy. So gorgeous, so new, awakening synapses in my body I’d forgotten could fire - the excitement of the first time all over again. I bore down as I turned to look at him. I saw the lust in his eyes, as he no doubt saw in mine. I watched his expression as his head pushed into me, popping inside my tight hole. It had been years since I’d had anything close to this big inside me - I never had, actually, but Jake’s is so much smaller. It hurt, but I took my time, breathing, running my hands over his chest through his shirt - I was so focused on his cock I’d forgotten to help him get completely naked. I concentrated on opening myself to him, on the way it felt to allow a new man into my hole. I tried not to think about how many times I had done this very thing with Jake, in this very spot. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but at the same time I knew it was what I wanted, what I needed in that moment. And this man was just about as perfect for the job as anyone I'd ever fantasized about. He understood my need, it felt like he truly knew me, maybe even better than I knew myself. I continued to take him deeper, feeling more full inside than I ever had before. Physically, he was hitting places that had never been touched before, and there was an added element of fulfillment too - finally giving in to the desires I had held so close for so long. Before long, I could feel his bush against my ass and I knew one final push and he would be balls deep. I smiled down at him, and I pushed down against his enormous cock and felt his final inch enter me. I had done it - I had taken the biggest cock I'd ever attempted to take. And it felt amazing. Then he started to fuck me. And oh, was he a good fuck. I had thought the sex with Jake was connected, bonding, emotional. But there was something about what I was doing that took things to a very different place, somewhere I wasn't sure I was ready to go. But he took me there with his thrusts. I'd never felt like I needed a cock inside me the way I felt like I needed his. When he would pull out, all I wanted was to feel it inside me deep again. And that's when he said, "Joey.. I gained access to more of your online life than what Jake knows about. It's my job to investigate and discover truths. And I know from your tumblr account about some of the other things that you fantasize about."

Many years ago, when I was still in my late 20's, I was dating this guy (kid really) named Josh. He was several years younger than was I, and several degrees less mature. We had been dating smoothly for about a year when I finally introduced him to a couple who were friends of mine, Rob and Erik. For better or worse, prior to meeting Josh I had had three-ways with them once and a while, and I had told Josh about some of these encounters. Rob and Erik lived about two hours away and they invited us up to spend a weekend in the city, drinking and having a good time. Now, knowing Rob and Erik, I knew that their idea of a 'good time' would probably mean all having sex together, and I knew it would be hard for Josh to resist. Hell, it would be hard for me to resist! Rob was defintely the whore of the couple: he was very outgoing and very handsome and very much a bottom. All with the body of an Olympic swimmer. Erik was the smaller of the two guys. He was also more reserved, frankly he was a bit nerdy. He was also a top with a nine-inch cock. While Rob was a fun bottom who really got off on being fucked, it was Erik that I enjoyed making cum, because Erik shot like one of the fountains at the Bellagio. He always launched several spurts, usually hitting the wall and ruining sheets in the process. I always wanted feel Erik shoot in my mouth, but was not allowed to. You see, Erik was poz while Rob was not. And Erik was always very cautious. Josh and I discussed the prospects of an invitation from Rob and Erik and had agreed we were content to remain a monogamous couple and we would politely decline any sexual offers - if they were presented. On that Saturday evening, we had been out drinking and having a grand old time and we all probably had a bit too much. We got back to their place and I decided it was time to get ready for bed. When Josh finally climbed in and we were laying in the dark, he told me Rob had kissed him while he was in the bathroom, and had invited us to have sex with them. "Josh, we talked about this. We said we were not going to do anything wth Rob and Erik." "But you have, and you liked it! Why don't we? It could be fun" Josh whined. "Josh, this is precisely why we talked all this out beforehand. So that it wouldn't become an issue." "But it's still an issue!" "Let's just go to sleep. Night." I could feel Josh stewing next to me while I was trying to relax. About five minutes later he sat up and announced, "Well, I'm going to go fuck Rob and Erik." "Have fun with that," I said and rolled over. "You're being an asshole," Josh spat as he left the room. My stomach churned into knots. My boyfriend had just left me to go have sex with two of my friends, after we expressly talked about NOT doing that very thing. I was seethingly mad, and hurt and upset. I tried my best to go to sleep, although it was difficult when I could hear noises start coming from the other room. After about five minutes I heard someone walk in to my bedroom. I initially hoped it was Josh, but it was Erik. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired" I answered. "Are you sure it's okay that Josh is in with us? It feels... awkward... without you there too. This was so like Erik, always the nice one. And the one I liked best because of it. "Yeah. He's a big boy. It's his decision. Go. Have fun. I'll see you in the morning." Erik hesitated, then slowly left. Try as I might, I just couldn't fall asleep. Notwithstanding my conversation with Erik, I grew more and more upset with Josh with each passing minute. How could he be treating our relationship this way? Is this how little he thought of me? Of us? Probably ten or fifteen more minutes went by, when I heard someone enter my room again. Again it was Erik. "So, um... is Josh neg?" he asked. "Yeah, why?" "Well, because Rob is riding Josh's raw cock right now and I was just curious" he said, as he sat on my bed. "I see. Yeah, I could have predicted that. I figured Josh would be angling to fuck Rob if he got the chance. And they'll be at it for awhile. Josh takes forEVER to cum." I knew Josh had a thing for Rob. For that matter, EVERYONE had a thing for Rob. He was quite charming. And I knew Rob would like Josh, because Josh had a thick eight inch cock with a wicked left curve. Plus Josh was in his early 20's and fucked like a demon. "I guess that leaves us out," Erik sighed. And that's when I decided. Fuck Josh. Fuck all this. I was going to have Erik fuck me. "Go get your supplies. We're gonna fuck," I told him, sitting up and giving him a deep kiss. "You sure?" he asked. "Go. Now. Hurry!" Erik was back in a flash. "I don't even think they noticed me come back in the room," he told me when he got back. We started making out, and soon I was going down on Erik's enormous rod. I had always felt extremely lucky to have Josh's big cock to play with, but Erik put Josh's dick into perspective for me. Erik is massive. Easily every bit of nine inches, and the thickness of his cock was verging on ridiculous, especially the middle of it. Toward the middle his cock flattened out, and it was wider than four fingers across-- then it tapered again to normal size at the base. I could only get about half his cock in my mouth before I couldn't fit any more in without the risk of teeth. Or tearing the corners of my mouth. While I worked on Erik, I could hear Josh and Rob ramping up in the other room. They were getting loud, and Rob was starting to vocalize a bit. I wanted to get Erik in me so I could add to the fuck noises and let Josh know that a REAL cock was nailing me. But I was nervous as fuck. Before when I used to have sex with Rob and Erik, it was mostly blow jobs, and me fucking Rob. Erik had tried to fuck me twice before, but I could never get him past the midway point. It just hurt too damn much and I always had to make him stop. And Erik, being the nice guy, would lose his hard on if he felt like he was hurting me. But I needed him to fuck me tonight. All the way fuck me. To permanently wreck my ass for Josh's cock. I told Erik I was ready, so he grabbed a condom and lubed up. And I generously lubed my butthole. "Here, I brought some poppers," Erik announced, adding "They're fresh, and should help." Erik lay on his back, and I straddled his monster cock. I hit the poppers and started easing down onto him. I did pretty well at the start, but then I hit the thick part, and my ass would slide no further. Not even with poppers. I tried sliding off, lubing, and reinserting. I tried bouncing a bit, and easing my ass downward on each stroke. Still no good. Then I just tried forcing my ass downward which made me gasp and cry out a little in pain. "Damn! I'm hurting you. I knew it wouldn't work," said Erik despondently. I could feel his hard on slipping away. Fuck. I desperately wanted his horse cock inside me, but it just wasn't working. I was angry at myself for tensing up and not being able to take it, and I felt bad that I was once again going to disappoint Erik. I quickly pulled off of his cock, ripped off the condom, and started sucking him again while stroking his shaft. This got him going again, and soon he was oozing precum. Josh and Rob were really going at it now. We could hear the rapid slaps of groin against ass while Rob was desperately (and rather loudly) urging Josh to fuck him harder. I wondered how much of this verbal display was for our benefit. That's when I made the decision. I was drunk, horny, and very angry with my boyfriend, so I grabbed the lube, re-lubed Erik and my asshole, and got back on top of him. Erik's cockhead was at my hole before he came to his senses. "What are you doing? I don't have a condom on!" he whispered loudly. "I'm getting this fucker inside me NOW. At least once all the way." "We can't... we shouldn't...." "Just don't cum in me," I said as I began to work him inside my ass. In he slid, but once again, I was stopped at the midpoint of his shaft. But damn it, I was going to take him regardless of the pain. So I hit the poppers hard, waited for the wave of euphoria to hit, and then I squatted down. Hard. It hurt. Man, did it hurt me. I think I could feel my sphincter tearing a little as the thick part forced inside of me. I instantly broke out in a sweat, and tears stung my eyes. But then suddenly with a painful pop he was inside, and I slid down to the base. And now along with the pain in my ass, there was a dull pain deep inside my guts where his head was stabbing up into my colon. Erik grabbed my hips and steadied me as I sat impaled on his massive pole. "You ok?" he whispered. "Oh my god, that's a lot of cock," was all I could get out as tears ran down my cheeks. "This feels amazing," he said. "You know how long it's been since I've fucked a guy? Nine months. And I had to stop fucking that guy before I came because he was in so much pain. Rob always picks up other tops for us to mess around with, and even though some of them see my cock and want to try, they never manage it." I bent down and kissed Erik. And slowly lifted myself so I could start to ride him. I only ever pulled halfway off him, because the thick part of his cock was knotted inside me and wouldn't pull past my protesting butt hole. But I must say, the tug on my hole from the inside was an amazing feeling. Slowly we worked up a rhythm, and between that and poppers, I suddenly found myself getting fucked steadily by Erik's dick. Even though my asshole was still on fire, the pain was slowly giving way to pleasure. Incredible pleasure. The thick part of his cock was like a Mack truck driving over my prostate with every stroke, and the sheer volume of cock moving in and out of me was making every inch of my body quake and tingle. We eventually, slowly, rolled over so that I was on my back, legs spread and in the air and he was on top. We did this maneuver completely without disengaging his cock from my hole. Erik liked the leverage he could get in this position and we could also kiss more easily-- which we did. Erik set up a steady rhythm of pumping my hole while we kissed and sucked each other's tongue. If I listened, I could hear Josh and Rob really putting on a show now. Josh was shouting things like, "Take my cock, bitch!" as Rob answered with the scream "Oh God! Oh God! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" over and over. I thought that once Erik was in me, I would give them some verbal back in return, to get some revenge on Josh. But it just didn't feel right anymore. What Erik and I were doing was far too intimate, and I was content to stay quiet. So was he. From the angle that Erik was fucking, and from the size of his cock, he was edging me closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust. I could feel it building slowly... from the inside. Deep inside. I wasn't even touching my cock, but I knew that I was minutes, perhaps seconds, away from cumming. I was trying to delay it with snorts of poppers, but to no avail. Thankfully at about that time, I hear Josh shout, "Fuuuck, I'm getting close! Your ass gonna take my load, bitch?" I whispered "Erik, you are getting me really close. You keep fucking me, and I'm gonna cum." Rob meanwhile shouted between grunts, "Ugh! Fuck me! Ugh! Give me that cum!" "I'm really close too," Erik said as he kept fucking me. I heard Josh's now-familiar, animalistic "rrrrrRRRRR-UGGGH! UGGGH! UGGGGGGHHH!" as he started cumming inside Rob's hole. "Oh God, just don't stop fucking me, Erik!" was all I managed to say grunt as the cum started spewing from my cock in streams across my belly. "Oh FUCK, I can feel you cumming! It's gonna make me shoot!" shouted Rob as he starts grunting repeatedly. I was staring up at Erik, as he looked down at me with a mixed look of sexual passion and concern. "Oh no... I can't stop. Oh God, I can't stop it. I can't..." Erik stopped pumping, his breath caught, and that's when I felt it. I felt Erik's ridiculously hard and thick cock start to throb as it was parked motionless inside my ass, stretching my hole even further with every pulse. His prodigious, positive load filling my guts. He shuddered, his breath ragged as his cock charged my insides. "Oh shit! Oh I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Erik kept repeating. I hushed him with a kiss as his cock occasionally still twitched in my rectum. As we kissed, I heard the shower start and I knew that Rob and Josh were getting cleaned up. We stopped kissing, Erik looked at me and said, "What are we gonna do?" "About what?" I said. "This never happened. They fucked, we didn't. We just talked and waited for them to finish. Sound good?" "But... I came in you. And I'm poz. What about you? What about Josh??" "You let me worry about me. I begged you not to stop fucking me. And that thick cock of yours wasn't coming out again til you went limp. Besides... you liked fucking me raw, didn't you? Tell me the truth." "It was fucking amazing," he said. "I felt so... connected... to you. I kinda want to do it again." "And I gotta admit I loved feeling you cum inside me. I think I've wanted it for a long time. How about we leave you inside me, pretend to be asleep, and make those two sleep together tonight so we can fuck again" I suggested. So that's just what we did. We rotated around so that Erik was behind me, spooning, and we covered up. Josh came in a few minutes later and we pretended to be asleep. Josh tapped me to wake me up. I groggily said Erik was passed out and that I was pissed, and I wasn't waking him up. Then I told him to go crash with Rob. Josh said "Whatever" and walked out. Erik bred me twice more-- never pulling out his cock til the very end. Once later that night after we dozed a bit, and once in the morning before Josh and Rob got up. By the last fuck, Erik was long dicking me with his whole cock - the thick part punching past my hole and driving me wild with the most intense fuck pleasure I'd ever experienced. When Erik finally did pull out of me I felt so empty inside. And I don't mean just my ass. I felt like crying. Plus, my asshole hurt like it had never hurt after a fuck session; I was totally torn up. The sheets could attest to this fact, as they were a blood and cum stained mess. And even though Erik was positive, I was bound and determined to keep as much of him inside me for as long as I could. We all had a tense, hung over breakfast and said our terse goodbyes soon after. I broke up with Josh after our drive home, citing his immature behavior, but knowing it was because I didn't want to be the one to infect him. As I knew my negative days were probably over.

Went to Steamworks in Chicago last night for one of the CumUnion parties, determined to take a few loads. After posting my connect ad on bbrt, I went to one of the fuck benches in the 3rd floor maze and set up shop, blindfolding myself. I was wearing a white jockstrap that perfectly framed my ass and showed that it was available for anyone to fill. Even through the blindfold I could still see guys would come by and then walk away, but after awhile I got my first dick, a decent starter dick, nice in size, that filled my gut full of cum. Less than five minutes later another guy came by who happened to have a longer cock. He took his time, changing his position, speed, and stroke until he blew his load. Some time later someone else stopped by and tried to push his cock into my hole, but I ended-up having to guide it in. It was thick, with a nice upwards curve, and it stretched my hole and had me grunting as he repeatedly hit my prostate. Finally, after waiting some time and seeing a progression of men walk by and leave, another guy stopped by, pushed his dick in and started pounding away. It didn't take him too long to cum. Afterwards there are fewer guys coming by and my back and legs start hurting from being on the bench on all fours for several hours, so I decided to walk around a bit. Unfortunately attendance was a bit sparse that night, which explained why I had only gotten four loads in my ass. I went over to the glory hole booths and got fucked for a little while by a long, thick white dick, but he was with a friend in the neighboring booth and pulled out - too soon. Too soon. By this time only a few guys were in the bath house, walking back and forth and no action. That is the problem with holding the CumUnion parties on a Monday night. By 1:00 A.M. I was starving and decided to head home. It was a good night but it could have been better. Still, six dicks and four loads is nothing to sneeze at. It's morning now and those four loads are still deep up my gut. I have no idea who fucked me, and I have no idea if any were poz. And that's how I like it when I go to the baths. I've got some errands to run today but hope I can take another load tonight.

Nice beginning and like the pig in the story I'm looking forward to what happens next.

PEP and PrEP are different things. PrEP, pre-exposure prophylaxis, is a daily dose of truvada (itself composed of two drugs emtricitabine and tenofovir) which is, in the USA, prescribed to guys who are HIV- to prevent them getting HIV. You need to have quarterly blood tests to check on the health of your kidneys and liver and that you are still HIV-. PEP (post exposure prophylaxis) which is taken for a month after a possible exposure to HIV. If it isn't started within 72 hours, it's pretty useless as the virus is, by then, too embedded in the system. Basically it's a three drug combination the same as someone who has HIV might take. At present truvada (two drugs in one, remember) backed up with raltegravir is a popular choice among doctors. It's essential to take PEP exactly as prescribed to maintain drug levels in the system: you can't afford them to slip in case you really did pick up HIV. If one of the drugs prescribed is raltegravir, that one is formulated to be taken every 12 hours, so you have to make sure it's 12 hours, not eleven or thirteen hours between doses. Think of it as "the morning after pill"...

I live in Staten Island, outside of NYC. Going home on the ferry, there are usually 1 of 3 extremely good looking policemen on the boat. One fucking tall about 6'4", Irish man, he's in his 30's, black hair, big lug type. Another, average height, but big thick kind guy and had a chipped tooth that was fucking sexy until it got fixed. Bald, and you can tell he's hairy, as the fur sprouts above his shirt. You can see his bulge in his pants and he is always looking women up and down. The other, avg sized italian irish guy. Has that flipped top hair and shaved sides, beautiful blue eyes, you can just tell he's a hot fuck. I would love to get gang banged by these guys. There's a private room on the boat, be brought in there, fucked from both ends, be their whore while the boat went back and forth.

I have a question for you. If you wanna stick your cock under stall wall to get it sucked or fuck a hungry hole, just what the HELL does it matter what the bottom's BODY looks like. Seems to me all that would matter is if they are a talented sucker, or whether their hole is smooth, shaved, or hairy (due to different sensations they cause) and if they are clean and tight enough to feel good, but not so tight that you can't get it in.

Seaguy....I value your perspective (especially given your prolific and--more importantly--profound contributions to this site). I am just not buying it when it comes to Mr.Tim Skyler / Aaron Burr. He is a bit of a cunty bitch from my past experience here in Philadelphia. Perhaps it is a "boi" body image issue with which he has problems. And if he has some emotional/mental challenges, I would encourage him to avail himself of a variety of resources within the Gayborhood.

I'd love for someone doing an in home test kit to video themselves and the kit- where one side of the video is their face reaction, the other side being the strip. best 20 minute video... especially if the strip turns poz.

From the time of exposure you've got 72 hours to get PEP: after that time limit any HIV infection is going to be too well established for PEP to work

It doesn't sound weird at all, ultrafuck! I agree with JizzDumpWI. Your flu is palpable and immediate whereas being Poz would a delayed and more diffuse reality. I am just hoping that whatever you want to happen happens, and that you will be in good health either way. If you are chasing, maybe this is the moment you've been waiting for. If not, I hope it's just a regular flu. Your pierced nipple is really sexy, if I may distract you for a moment! :-)

I've luckily had a pretty good string of fun encounters lately (fingers crossed that it continues), and here's the latest one: There is a very, very short list of guys that I can never turn down or tell them no. Very few. One of them is a hot 6-2, 195-pound muscled black 25-year-old who travels through this area about once a month and always stays at a local hotel, and he was here last night. Back story: The first and only time I was with him was about 2 months ago. He topped me raw, and even though his online status says negative, I found out later that he has told people that he's positive and not on meds. About 10 days after he topped me, I came down with the flu for almost a full week. I haven't been tested yet, but going to do that soon, so I guess we'll know for sure. I haven't communicated with him since that night, but I got online last night and saw him quickly, and he saw me. And as soon as he said he was looking for fun, I was on the road and headed his way 15 minutes down the road. I get to his room -- totally dark, except for the glow of the TV -- and he swings open the door completely naked, already hard. The 10 inches hanging between his legs is just as amazing as I remembered. Within seconds we're in bed with him on his back and me sucking him to see exactly how hard I can get him before he takes over. I work his dick, his balls and his inner thighs with my tongue for a couple of minutes before he says "You ready?", and I immediately roll onto my back and he lifts my legs over his shoulders. He spits on his dick and slides in quickly, just like last time, although oddly this time there was no initial pain as his dick dove inside me. His 10 inches initially hurt last time and even drew a little blood (as I discovered later when I got home), but this time felt totally natural and smooth. Possibly because I was so focused on running my hands up and down his muscular arms and feeling his abs as they contracted when he thrusted. It was as hot as it sounds. As he fucked me slowly, I swear that I ran my hands across every part of his body that I could reach. It felt amazing, and I was as eager for him to unload as he was. He'd only been in me about 10 minutes before he finally shot, with no warning, and I could easily feel 5 or 6 spasms inside me. He finally let out a faint moan as I felt his final spasm. I cleaned up quickly and headed on my way. We never kissed, barely made eye contact and I still don't know his name, but he remains one of the hottest -- maybe the hottest -- top I've ever had, and I can't wait for the next round.

This just happened a bit ago to me. I had met a guy on A4A a while ago, and we finally agreed to meet up tonight. I used the premise of coming over and playing video games to get myself an in earlier in the week, and it worked much better than I had hoped. Turns out that even his straight roommate was interested in my system. Wish he'd of been interested in more than that, seeing as how he was somewhat in the process of getting into better shape by working out, but perhaps next time after he drinks more. Anyways, we were all talking about different shows we watched, games we played, and even some about comic books. I suppose most would call it geek/nerd talk, but I enjoyed it. It was nice to be able to relax with guys who were like me in at least one way or another and not have to worry about anything else. We even talked about our jobs a but as well, and my potential internship that I might be getting later today (I really need sleep, but am too excited). My buddy was playing a game for a while when his roommate - the straight, cute, drunk one - decided to go to be. Almost as soon as he did I bent my head down and bit my friend on the nipple and growled playfully. That seemed to be all the incentive he needed, as we started making out against the futon after that. We were kissing and groping one another for a while before he suggested that we go up to his room. Naturally, I agreed instantly and followed him up, grabbing my backpack and thinking that I might need something from it while up there. And it turns out that I did, but more on that in a moment. It didn't take long for us to get undressed and start 69ing with each other, nor did it take him long to start teasing my hole some. I also found out that he had a PA piercing, though his was a smaller gauge than mine is. I also asked him if he wanted me to clean out so he could fuck me, but he then mentioned something about my latex allergy and how he had condoms all over his room. That convinced me that he was a safe sex only kind of guy, though I already had an idea from his profile. He also asked me how bad my allergy got and I explained how my ass felt like it was on fire for a while if someone tried to use one on me. Since that made me think that I wouldn't be getting fucked tonight I decided to try and at least have some fun with him by asking him where the lube was. He told me that his bottle spilled recently, so I pulled out one of my own from my backpack and lubed us both up. I keep everything in there from my laptop to play porn, lube for penetration, a plug to keep any loads I get in, something to help me clean out, and even a mallet for self defense. Not kidding on any of those parts. Anyways, we started stroking our cocks and began kissing again, groping one another some before I pulled him on top of me. I noticed that he intentionally put his cock between my ass cheeks as he started grinding against me, so I got an idea. I had him get up for a moment before moving around and getting on my stomach, flashing my hole at him before laying down. That was just the thing he seemed to need, because the next thing I felt was his cock penetrating into my ass - completely raw. It was only a few inches, and I'm guessing because of my earlier comment about wanting to clean out, but it was still one of the better fucks I've had in recent years. He was pretty good for only going in so deep, and I could feel his piercing with each thrust. He didn't take long before he let out a growl and shot his load inside my hole. It was shallow, so most of it leaked out pretty quickly. I'm pissed that I didn't get a picture of it, but he said it looked hot. After that he flipped me over and jacked me off. We made out a bit more before I packed up my things and left. I'm definitely gonna see if I can get him to play some more sometime. After all, I may have just started him down the glorious path of barebacking.

I have a lot of things on my bucket-bottom-list but right on top of the list is the dirtiest fantasy I've had for a long time. It's the one where I get fucked by man's best friend while blowing a top and then after his k9 buddy has finished, he fucks my sore hole raw and adds his load. It would only be hotter if it was taped as well. It will stay a fantasy though because I don't think I could ever find a top who'd be into that kind of stuff and be able to make it happen.

Oh man, there's a few that I've had on my "to-do" list for a while now. I'm pretty sure that if I had the chance to actually do any of them, I'd go for it...the only reason I haven't yet is the opportunities haven't come up (yet). -Be in any kind of large scale bareback sex party/orgy. The ultimate version of that for me would be where everyone is vers and willing to both breed ass and get theirs bred. -Be a cumdump for a group of bareback tops. I'd want my hole totally sloppy and dripping by the end! -Take turns dp'ing a cum filled bottom with multiple tops; I'd also love to be on the receiving end of that as well

Last Saturday I went to the Steamworks baththouse (Berkley) for the first time. I was a little drunk/cross-faded, but crazy horny. I walked around a lot to get to know the area, and got some nice silicone lube too, 'cause I knew what I was there for: I wanted cock and cum in my ass. I was hungry as it had been almost a month. (The last time was a BBC, but that's a story for another time.) Steamworks is a clean and cool bathhouse, and I found myself in the darker red-lit areas. It smelled like sex, and it turned me on like crazy. I sucked a dick through a glory hole while being fingered by an Asian guy. Other guys congregated to watch and the Asian guy slid more fingers in, but I wanted the cock in my mouth to be in my ass. I tried to get him to understand what I wanted, but he didn't pick-up on me, so I left. The Asian guy followed me around somewhat, and shoved his fingers into my ass every time he found me. I finally said no, and he got it, was real nice about it. I went back into the stall area and some guy grabbed my ass so I started sucking his dick. It was kinda soft and weird but it was also dark, so I didn't really care. He offered me some poppers, but they were terrible and instantly gave me a headache, so I turned around and gestured that I wanted him to fuck me. He tried to use a condom to fuck, but really wanted it bare, so I left. I walked around more and was groped and such, and thought that I should've gotten a room 'cause I could then have been a real slut. The next time I'll have a free room (good incentive huh?), but not sure if I'm exactly prepared for that yet. I psych myself out a lot when it comes to this shit. Then I found a really hot hunk with a cute face and nice lips and the chemistry was perfect. He fucked me relentlessly, repeatedly calling me 'good boy'. We were in a tight stall and I was getting him in as deeply as I could. I used the glory holes as places to put my feet and work myself into his cock. His cock was thick and bulbous, and was perfect for fucking. As he pounded away I found on several occasions, that I couldn't even tighten up my ass muscles. I think he came in me once 'cause he grunted like an animal, and shoved my back into the wall, making me arch like crazy. (I guess I can be flexible when I need to be.) And then we fucked in the public, lit gym area on a bench press which was positioned in front of a mirror. It was really hot. Some guys watched us and I put on a good show. We fucked all sorts of positions, and my hole was feeling really wet and good. He then ditched me, which honestly I didn't mind, as I knew he was exhausted. After he left, I lay down on a bench in the dark area, ass up and lubed. I was secretly hoping for a gang bang. A guy started intensely throat fucking me and suddenly another started fucking my ass really hard. I couldn't see who they were and I started getting lost in the frenzy. The guy fucking me was really hard and was just jabbing at my prostate so I came gallons. I think he also came, but it was hard to tell as there was already a load in my ass. Being the dumb ass that I am, I looked around and saw I was surrounded by a lot of guys. I wasn't drunk or high enough to handle the scene, although part of me would have loved to have been fucked by all of them, but not only was I still nervous, I also had to get going cause it was late. It was really a hot trip, although, next time I'll be sure to get a free room to myself, which means I'll definitely get fucked like crazy. I can't wait. I'm also gonna wear a jockstrap or something to keep my dick from getting simulated 'cause I don't wanna cum too early. Though I'm somewhat nervous about STDs and shit (and certainly don't want HIV), but I want cum. I don't have legitimate insurance for PReP, so I guess I'm just gonna make some more mistakes. When I got home, I found I had a lot of cum in my ass, or maybe it was lube and juices. Everybody liked me, though. It was great. I felt like a star.

Just got back from a porno shop a couple miles down the street, spent two hours in a booth, naked with my ass back up to a glory hole and the booth door open so other men could come in & fuck my face. I ended up taking 7 loads in my cunt & swallowing 5 more (although two came from the same guy) before I left. Most of the men who used me were older daddies, but I slurped on a hot younger guys dick half way through, he looked like he was still in high school but I wasn't gonna complain lol. My hole is still sloppy & cummy, been keeping a plug in me so I can occasionally pull it out tonight & get a taste of anon cum until it's gone. :-P

Buffalo here. Always looking for hot fun

Was last night, a guy i have previously hooked up needed to bust a load so of course i said come on over give me that load. He had to sneak out as he had family staying at his place so he said he was just going to go walk his dog. Unbeknownst to the family he was going to breed a guy. He came over and as soon as we are in my room we start making out stripping off our clothes as we feel each other's bodies. We finally laid on my bed and continue to make out we skipped the oral all together as he had to be quick he lubes up with some lotion and lifted my legs over his shoulders and enters me. after a while he turns me over and starts fucking me doggy. Pulling out on occasion to admire my gaping hole. he entered me again after jerking his cock a bit. THe guy then begins to cum and as he is coming i start shooting my load all over the bed. FUcking hot eperience more to come with him. Here is a pic of him fucking me

I should have been the next one you fuck

As soon as we were unstrapped and hollowed of the dildo, Sam took off out the door. I shot Chance a look of disgust and followed suit. Ryan met us outside and before Chance could join us, we were driving away. The ride was silent, none of us knowing what to say. Chance had betrayed the trust we'd placed in him. Even Ryan seemed conflicted by the event. He pulled up to the front of the house and Sam threw open the car door and slammed it shut. Ryan rested his forehead in his hands and exhaled before turning to me. "You guys probably want some time to yourselves," his eyes were compassionate and soft, a look I'd never seen in him before. I stared for a moment, feeling the rage build up inside me. "Fuck you," I practically screamed as I threw open the door and began walking to the door. Halfway up the path, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It made be flinch and I turned to face Ryan. "I didn't know this was going to happen, babe," he was trying to quell his wrath. I didn't care. I turned again and continued to the door. I threw it open and Sam was packing a bag with clothing. "Don't leave Sam, please? I can't do this without you." I started to shake. Everything was falling apart. I walked to him and took his hands. He pulled them away, quickly. I stood staring at him, shocked that he reacted like this. He'd never been cold to me. His eyes looked to the door, where Ryan stood. "What the fuck do you want?" Sam yelled, throwing a shirt to the floor. "I didn't do shit with this Sam! Guys! I'm serious! I didn't know this was going to happen!" Ryan was trying his best to remain calm, but his anger was pervading his face. Sam pushed past me, throwing me against the wall hard, and grabbed Ryan by the front of his shirt. "You knew damn well what the fuck was happening. You stood there and watched. You fucking took part in it!" He swung hard and clocked Ryan in the ribs. I jumped up and ran to Sam, trying to pull him off. Everybody was yelling. I felt a sharp jab I'm my gut and fell back, trying to draw air into my lungs but to no prevail. I looked up to see Ryan pin Sam against the wall and pull his arm back. He clenched his fist and like lightning, decked Sam square in the jaw. I tried to stand, but I was too weak. Sam slumped to the floor and started crying. I managed to get one good deep breath. "Get the fuck out of my house!" I expended the entirety of my lungs in that command. Ryan looked to me and see the zeal in my face. He picked up his keys and ran to his car, slamming the door hard. His engine whirred as he sped off. Sam lay sobbing on the floor, blood coming from his nose. I got my bearings and stood cautiously, walking to the fridge. I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and returned to the trembling form of my boy. I cautiously applied the ice to his face and caressed his hair. "Please don't leave me Sam, I need you." The words escaped my lips at a whisper. A moment passed in silence. "I don't know what to do anymore," Sam confessed. "I feel like I'm being ripped in two." I helped him off the floor and onto the couch. I laid on my side and rested my head on his lap. I felt a drop or two of blood hit my cheek but couldn't find the strength to wipe it away. I felt so weak, exhausted. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, the light from outside was blinding. I sat up and Sam looked to me. "Hey baby," he whispered. The affection in his voice soothed my fears over him leaving. His face hadn't swelled too much, but it was obvious he'd been fighting. I looked around cautiously. Unsure if I was ready to see Chance yet, I found relief that there was no indication he'd returned. "Did you sleep?" I asked Sam, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No. Couldn't." Understandable, I thought. "So what do we do now?" I was afraid of the answer. "First, I apologize for hitting you. You don't deserve that." I looked down, acknowledging the ache in my side. "Then we wait, I guess." I nodded and slowly made my way to the kitchen. There was blood in the entrance, but I didn't have the energy to deal with it. I grabbed a box of Lucky Charms and returned to the couch. We started eating them and neither of us spoke. Whatever happened, it seemed we'd be going at it together. The minutes turned to hours that day. The house seemed so quiet. Lifeless. Or maybe that was just an externalization of what I felt. I found it upsetting that Chance hadn't returned to bear the results of his actions. He might have stayed at a friend's house. I found myself worrying, which surprised me. Late in the evening, as the sun was setting, we heard a car pull up. We looked to one another, both unknowing of what would be said or done. The next few minutes were long. So very long. They clung to the clock like honey. Finally, we heard keys jingle, the latch tick, and the gasp of air as the door opened. I turned my head. Sam didn't move. Chance filled the door frame, holding two bouquets of flowers. I felt sorry for him. It was going to take more than flowers to remedy this. He wore the same clothes as the night before. His hair was undone and lazily brushed down. I made eye contact with him, unyielding in expression. He knew how hurt I was. He moved to the front of the room, took in the sight of us. Sam's bruised face and my side elicited a look of surprise from him. He set the flowers on the coffee table. Sam stood quickly. "Sit down, Sam." Chance's voice was low and gentle. Sam turned and took a step away. "I said sit the fuck down." No longer gentle, Chance's voice blasted through the house. Sam paused, unsure of his next move. "Please," Chance almost whispered. A deep breath escaped Sam before he returned to the couch. He seemed to be choosing his word carefully, as there was hesitation in his voice, "You're mad. I know this. Hate me probably. But you're not seeing everything right." Sam rolled his eyes, I looked to the floor, "if you're going to break up our home, do it for the right reason." This cought my attention, and I looked up to him. He waited till Sam made eye contact before he continued, "Look at how you go through guys Sam," I held my breath, this wasn't going to be pretty. "You know it was just a matter of time before someone infected you. And then it'd be a waiting game till he got it," he looked at me. I broke eye contact. "I'll be fucking damned if some guy bugs you because he lied to you. If either of you get this, it should be by your choice and by someone who loves you and will take care of you after." Tension in my shoulders eased. I eyed Chance cautiously, none the less. Sam's leg was bouncing. He was aggravated and understandably so. As pissed off as he was about what Chance said, there was no denying its validity. We've all been borrowing time. And apparently that time was now up. Chance continued, "So the way I see it, you can either accept this change and stay with someone who loves you very much and who wants you to be yourselves. Or you can leave and either continue playing Russian roulette with your tricks, or live afraid of who you really are. Choice is yours." Well fuck.

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I had fun with my BF last night as I wanted to test out stories involving toothbrushes. I had read about it for a while and decided I needed to try it so I put a kind of caliper up my ass and then got him to rub inside with a hard toothbrush. He gasped and said "you're bleeding." He showed me the brush and sure enough it was kind of coated in red blood. It was a real turn on but unfortunately the BF doesn't fuck so that was as far as it went. I couldn't believe how much it can bleed in there.

I've had safe sex plenty, but I started out having BB sex when I was a teen, so I never really had Safe sex only then progressed to all loads. I will say that I would only bb with guys who said they were neg, but now I prefer bb sex with poz guys.. Still neg here

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I was bored and horny so I put the usual post on CL looking for horny bottoms. It's usually a waste of time, but today it was not. A horny college guy 20 5 ll 150 skinny twink like sent me a message and said he was in town visiting and needed a big cock up his ass. I showed him my cock pic and gave him my stats and he said can I come over. He got to my place he was a horny fucking on his knees as soon as I shut the door. He sucked me good and I bent him over and eat his twink hole. I said to him did you bring a condom. He says no man I don't have one U? I told him I don't use em ever. I said well i guess I'm not fucking you then and he said what's your status. I told him poz and he says what's the chances of me getting it. I told hiim if he was worried about it to not fuck. He says I want the cock and I want a load in my ass. I said twice are you sure and he says I have had a fantasies about taking a poz load up my ass. I told him I'm your man then. He said go for it. He was so fucking tight. I was him when was the last time he got fuck. He tells me first time was two weeks ago and it felt amazing but his cock was only 6. Mine is 7.5. I worked hard and pushed in very hard I told him I'm seeing some bleeding lets stop He goes no damn it man FUCK MY TIGHT ASS. SO I go for it I thought FUCK It this is the 6th time I have given this guy his out. I started to pound his twink ass and he moaned his cock leaked jiz as I fucked him. He started to scream that he was coming and he was barely touching himself. As I saw his jiz squirting every where I decided it was time to breed. I shot my poz load into him. I did'nt fuck or jerk for 4 days so it was a big load. he laid there saying AWESOME when can I cum back. I notice pinkish cum starting to ooz from his ass. I told him cum back tomorrow and I'll give you more. I wonder if he will cum over. He got his fantasy to take a poz load. A new bug chaser.

A year ago I got my test results back, I was neg. Two months later I invited a local versatile guy off the internet for a fuck. We fooled around for a while, getting each others cocks hard and wet, leaking, my cock leaking neg precum and his poz precum, I was licking every drop of his leaking cock up, getting it harder and wetter, after an hour he got me on all fours, and he started to lick my ass, getting it nice and wet and ready for a bareback fucking, nibbling at my cunt and getting it loosened up. Moments later his Dick just outside my Cunt. I pushed back just a little, letting the head inch on in, using no lube. After a bit, I had to admit how good he felt within me, flesh against flesh, with only my Ass Juices and his Pre-cum for lube. ‘Go ahead! Fuck me!’ and he started to build up momentum. He screwed me gently. The friction between his bare Cock and my unlubed Ass must have been driving him wild. I could feel his sloppy bare back in all corners of my ass. I figured I was bleeding a lot, and my blood must have been serving as lube—for whenever he came within an inch of my Prostate, I almost shot. His thrusts grew ever wilder as he disregarded me as a person, just another mancunt to fuck and when he was ready to cum, he shouted “take my poz load” and moments later, he released every drop of his deadly load into my ass, I was shaking and orgasimed and shot my load.

I like a bottom who is masculine and makes good noises when he's getting it. Something about seeing a buff stud taking my cock just turns me on more.