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There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

At this point, the biggest thing a bottom could do to increase my pleasure is let me whore him out in a bathhouse or gang-bang situation... slip a blindfold on him, stick his ass in the air, and let any dick in the place go up his ass while I orchestrate the scene and feed him poppers to keep him going. Really into taking away all control from a man and turning him into a cum whore existing only for my (and other men's) pleasure. Want to apply? Hit me up via message.

Earl the 22 year old fairy was slender, sported long bleached hair and no facial hair, wore no glasses and had manicured nails like a woman. He looked like a titless broad. I was a couple of inches taller at 6' and 50 lbs. heavier at 200 even. I was twice his age, balding, bearded, wore my classic mens hornrim style glasses which I preferred over the wire frames men started wearing in the early 1970's. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. I had a buddy who was similar to me in height and age but he weighed 250, his glasses had the tortoise shell coloring and he had brown straight hair, just a mustache, and he bit his nails. We were in our early forties. Like me Darrel was a Top. Earl acted like he wanted to be pozzed. I had fucked a punk that Darrel had fucked but didnt know Darren had been pozzed by another 'hole he had fucked. I caught the "aids flu" almost a couple of weeks later. Darrel and I had just come from the aids clinic and saw Earl who then cruised us. "Looks ike a queen in heat." I said gesturing to the blond fairy sitting on a bench. "I'd like to pump my aids up that twat." replied Darrel as he reached under his gut and grabbed his crotch. "I'm with ya." I told him and kissed him. We walked over to the queen. "Hi fella." I said as Darrel grinned. "Hi there!" the fella gushed. We set our asses on the bench next to him and began talking. Earl gave us the limp wrist when we shook hands introducing ourselves. He than asked us if we fucked ass. I proudly said that I enjoyed fucking ass and mouth as well as getting rimmed and my sweaty feet orally serviced. Darrel was similar to me in tastes but also liked feeding his dick cheeze to cocksuckers although he didnt tell Earl that. We ended up going to the cheap motel where our buddy Hank took many of his conquests. "Hi Dave." I said to Dave the desk clerk and landlord of the motel. "Hi studs. Adding another conquest to your guns?" he replied as we shook hands, his manly nailbitten fingers feeling good in my hand. He shook hands longer with Darrel and they kissed. Dave's obese wife was oblivious to us, her mind buried in the latest trash novel she was reading in the room behind the office. I then kissed Dave and took the room key he handed me while he took the money from Earl. Once in the room we all stripped and Earl started things off right by kneeling and kissing our dicks and noticed Darren's foreskin. He sucked the man's cock and licked smegma from under his foreskin, swallowing it while humming in delight. Darrel thrust a few times out of manly instinct as the fairy sucked his dick clean. We men hugged and french kissed while Earl did his duty beneath my buddy's modest gut. Darrel skinned his hood back in Earl's mouth so the the poof could eat the rest of his cheeze. My dick was hardening as we men shared man to man affection with Earl eating my fellow stud's smegma. Earl then sucked off of the man's dick and kissed it. "Who wants to fuck me first?" Earl offered. "How tight are you?" I asked him. He said he had lost his anal cherry two months before and had been raped a month later. It turned out one of my friends had raped him. He saw my boner harden more so Darrel told me to go first. Earl switched his position from under Darrel's gut to my cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked a while, inhaling my crotch odors while humming in delight, then opened wide, pulled back and kissed my spitty dick. Earl pulled back the covers on the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. Darrel and I spat on his hole and I mounted him. "You better bite the pillow." I warned him. He obliged and I put my dick to his hole. He winced as I let my weight drive it in. He whined, shook and shuddered as my stiff prick forced its way into his sphincters. My dick then popped through and he stifled a scream as I continued on up his ass and hilted myself. I had him pinned and he asked me if I had aids. "Yes." I replied with a grin that Darrel returned. "Please pull out. I dont want it. Please!" he whined. "Fuck you. Once I'm in I fuck and cum. You should have asked at the Center, not wait until after my dick's in you." I told him in no uncertain terms as I brutally thrust twice and then flexed my hilted love muscle deep inside his still tight hole. The rape laws in this state applied only to men raping women and even if Earl was a woman, the law at the time stated that once a woman consented to penetration and the man had entered he has the right to fuck and cum before having to pull out. I began fucking the fairy who screamed and cursed us. Darrel stuffed our dirty socks we'd worn for a few days into the poof's mouth and held them as the poof struggled under me. I held his wrists as he tried to ineffectually kick. I thrust in his ass as he tried to resist my dick. I was having a ball performing one of my more difficult conquests because I was winning. The more he tried to wiggle his ass the more action my dick got in it as my loins joyfully pumped pain into him with my powerful-feeling prick. I was sweating and breathing hard as I thrust in him, my pelvis rocking back and forth driving my hard seven inches deep with each thrust. I had to jab my thick nails into his wrists to help still him as I took the piece of ass he owed me. Darrel was still holding the back of his head with one hand and our stinky socks in his mouth with the other. I kissed Darrel's masculine hand and soldiered on, my hips taking over as earl sobbed, knowing he was defeated and his fate sealed after putting up a futile fight to save himself from my deadly aids-gun and its poison sperm-bullets. "Take it you fuckin' bitch. Make my dick feel good!" I growled as sweat dripped from my brow into my glasses. "You're doing good my friend." Darrel said as I drilled the asshole. My dick was feeling really good tearing up the nice tight twat. I jack-hammered and then told the punk, "Ready or not, here I cum!" as I rammed it in with a series of brutal hip-snaps and hilted myself as my intial volley of half a dozen deadly spurts of pleasure erupted from my powerful penis into his sore hole. I then thrust a few more times, my pevis slapping his ass with each quick full thrust of my joy-filled penis, and then lay on and in him, satiated, as the last of my sperms carried their toxic load from my dick into his rectal walls. "Excellent job stud." Darrel said as we kissed. I then thrust some more to zark-off the last of my spunk into Earl who lay limp under me sobbing feeling sorry for himself. "You hard?" I adled Darrel. "Fuck, I have a diamond-cutter here. Let me at 'im." he replied. I pulled my spent love-shaft from the asshole who seemed relieved and took over holding his head and mouth. "Dont pull anything bitch." I told Earl who obeyed, fearing we'd just make things harder. Darrel mounted him and found his target. He slid his dick right in and began fucking. Watching my heavy buddy fuck that asshole in my cum was a turnon, especially knowing he'd also pump his deadly load up him. Being intact, Darrel' was able to cum sooner than I did although he was also turned on by fucking in my cum. I myself had taken seconds after him a few times which reduced the time I needed to get my rocks off because I was always turned on fucking a hole he had just fucked and shot his load in. Darrel's fingertips bulged out from in front of of his bitten nails as he held Earl's wrists in a vise-like grip. He manfully fucked Earl who was defeated and knew his fate was sealed. Soon my partner was fucking harder, beginning to breathe hard and just start to sweat as he enjoyed himself. My own dick was starting to harden as Darrel fucked Earl faster and harder. The stud then grunted and hilted himself as his dick released his deadly load. "Man that feels so good spurtin' off in that cunt." Darrel happily exclaimed and thrust again as Earl struggled again at being called a cunt. I kept holding Earl's head as Darrel and I french kissed. "Time to pull out of this cunt but first I need to thrust some more in it." he added, pumping a few more strokes to force our sperms into the rips in Earl's rectal walls before yanking out. "Suck it clean!" Darrel ordered the poof who vehmently spat out the socks as soon as his head was released. Instead of obeying, the bitch spouted off a string of profanities and swung at us until Darrel restrained him and told him to go douche out his cunt. The perv obeyed then, going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Here, wipe that asshole's shit off with this." I said as I handed Darrel Earl's shirt. Darrel cleaned himself off and handed me the shirt. I wiped my dick on the remaining clean spot and threw it onto Earl's clothes and we got dressed. We headed to the door and Earl came out as we walked out the door. As it was, he got dressed except for his shirt and ran out looking for us. By that time we had dropped off the key and were gone. David later said the poof was pissed but knew not to bother looking for us. We were sad that the session had gone from glad to bad but were happy that we had completed our goal. Darrel later told me he'd heard that Earl had converted. We men hugged and french kissed as we caressed each other through our pants. We celebrated with Darrel jacking us off into some poof's mouth and pissing in it in an alley behind a bar.All in all the fairy had it cumming.

At the club last night I was drinking and smoking and just horny as fuck. I'd promised myself that for my boyfriend's sake I wouldn't take any more loads till I got on PrEP and I've been great at sticking to that. Until last night. I wandered over to the fucking section of the bar and watched guys go at it for a bit before dropping my pants and setting up shop myself. I took a load and it felt amazing, so freeing. So I decided what the hell and took four more just leaning over there. They're still dripping out my ass right now as I browse BBRT. So much for safety... (Yes, I'll tell my boyfriend.)

So, the other night I made my first trip to the adult book store here in town. I've heard a few people talk about it, but it was something that most of the guys I meet up with around here don't have much information on the place. Decided to just try it out. Drove up to the store and walked in to a bookstore full of the hottest porn, they seemed to focus more on guy on guy, so I liked that. I walked around for a bit and found the entrance do the video booths and theater. I asked the clerk how much it was to get into the theater, he told me it was $10 for the day and that gives me access to the booths. I gave him $10 and he gave me a ticket, so I entered the booths first and put a few dollars in. It was hot just to know I finally made it in to a video booth like this. I noticed paper towels and a wastebasket with a bunch of wadded up towels, it was hot. I played with a cock for a few minutes with the door cracked but no one came by. I made my way over to the theater and there were about 5 guys in there. Unfortunatly, they were playing an older straight porn. I sat there for a few and noticed a guy glancing at me from time to time. I figured this was a code for something. He got up and left, I waited a few seconds and followed him to the booths and entered the one next to him. I placed a couple dollars in and by then he was slowly opening my door, so I let him in. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and placed his semi erect cock in my mouth and began blowing the guy. I did that for a few minutes but I think he was more interested in sucking cock than being sucked. So I stood up and he wrapped his glorious mouth around my now throbbing cock. Oh MY GOD this guy could suck a cock. It was sooooo hot getting blowin' in a booth like that for the first time. I didn't last as long as I want and I told him I was about to cum, so he excitedly started slurrping up my rather large load (I had been edging for quite sometime). He seemed pleased and told me to let him know anytime I need serviced and got up and left. Not more than 2 minutes later my door opened again and in came a guy with huge hard on all ready for me. I got on my knees and blew him and took his load into my mouth. I was soooo satisfyed now. By then it was 12:45am and the place was about the leave so the clerks started coming back to the booths and ended my night. It was sooo hot, I'm glad to know a place like that exists around me. Maybe I can get a barecock next time?

http://slco.org/slcohealth/programs/stdHivClinic/ https://www.utahpridecenter.org/ I will say this.. If you dont heavily look into your options NOW and you become infected its likely your fault. Not trying to be rude, but for medical emergencies there is almost always some help available. Choosing to not do all the research you can, and getting all the help you can is your choice, but if you become infected because of it, well thats on you. With that said I am not saying you will become infected, the chance is actually against it, but you seem pretty damn worried about it. For me, I didn't bareback often until PrEP came out.... PrEP changed that completely. lol

Met this hot middle eastern guy off craigslist about a week ago. Finally able to hook up last night. He was interested in my GloryHole. I had no problems with that. Started sucking him off at my GloryHole, 3 minutes later, he and I are naked on my bed, me sucking him all over. 2 minutes later, I'm riding his bare dick. I ride him for a few minutes, hit my poppers, looked into his eyes and told him to cum in me... At that point, he pushed me off, puts me in doggie position and proceeded to pound me hard and nonstop until he blasted a massive load deep in me... Last night, I slept like a baby..

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

I Like to Ride my Bicycle! I was singing, "I like to ride my bicycle, I like to ride it well!", at the top of my lungs. Singing helped me get over long days at the hospital. Fucking drama man. Ain't that why I like guys so much? The ones I like best are manly, absent of drama and adventurous. Whatever, still gotta earn me some dough. So I was pedaling my skinny, tall, white hairy ass home so I could chill the rest of the night. 4 days off in a row...nice thing about Nursing is the random days off. As I was turning towards my street a buff Latino on a steel frame bike, in full on racing gear zoomed near me. Shit! Hot! I whistled out loud and hadn't even given it a second thought. He looked back and saluted me, then kept at his pace. Wow! A salute back. That's rare. I never give guys attention, but being exhausted from work can make me feel drunk. I just whistled....just paying a compliment. Moreover, I needed new friends. I had decided to go full on guy-guy and was not having luck. Sure, 6ft tall, 175lbs and moderately hairy has been in style these past years...for most girls. Guys, well, they vary greatly in there likes. One nighters were a dime a dozen. I'd been fucked, fucked others and even done some glory hole adventures. It just...wasn't cutting it. My guys were not a dime a dozen. That night I had just found out I was HIV neg. I was, well, relieved. My past actions would point to the possibility of being converted. I read a shit load of stealthing stories, chem/poz fiction and I tend to try and follow through. I get it, we should not get the bug. I didn't want the bug, I wanted the sex and sleazy shit that came with it. I decided to celebrate the negativity and open up good beer, have a steak and smoke some dope. God I love pot. Best sex is just on weed bro. After cleaning up after dinner I decided to take out the trash. I just had shorts on and the night was cool enough to make my nipples stand at attention. Of course, if you could see them underneath my fur. Fuck! I was wasted, high and horny. I decided to get back in my pad and pass out on the couch. KNOCK, KNOCK. Who the fuck could that be? I went to the door and looked outside. I saw about 7-10 guys, on their bikes, their lights on and circling in the street...laughing and chatting it up. Who the....? What the...? Suddenly, the Latino jumped out of the bushes. -Que hay guey? -Nothing man. You all out for a ride? -Pues si, chaval. You should come join us? Gotta work tomorrow? -Naw, I have the dia libre. -Shhhh man. Awesome. Get dressed. We'll wait. Wear full gear. I ran back in and was almost hyperventilating. Who are these guys? My age? Fit cyclists, all races from what I could tell. Several with beards and tats. I was in disbelief. My dick got hard. I said to myself, just chill man. Show them you enjoy riding and then find those who like an otter, versatile bottom. I put on my Lycra shorts, a long-sleeved jersey, my helmet and got some water. I was suited up and went outside with my bike. They all whistled at me. I laughed. I said: -Alright man, sorry about earlier. You just looked good. -No worries guey. We are just giving you shit. If you ride well tonight, we induct you into the group. Here take this pill first. I will.... -No way man. No drugs. Work reasons. They all busted up laughing and circled me with their bike. The latino's tat said, "Julio". Julio replied: -Relax, it keeps u hard for hours. Just a joke. Won't show up en una prueba de drogas. Well, I thought, that was true. So I shoved it down with a drink from Julio's water bottle. Once I did that, something odd occurred. The circling stopped abruptly. Julio and I were in the center. One of the bearded hotties came up from behind and took (what I would consider) a knife and slit my shorts about two inches in the rear. The same boy bent me over and shoved a tubular insert up my ass and squeezed hard. It felt like...lube. Alright, odd. But hey, let's see where this leads. The bearded guy, Mark, said: -Get on your bike and let's ride! -WAIT! I want JJ to get off a bit first. ...Julio shouted. I was getting kind of hot and horny. Although I may not have stated it blatantly, but this was a dream come true for me. Julio told me to take a couple more swigs from his water bottle and then Julio said. -Truth or dare? -Dare, I replied. -Turn your bike up vertically. Take your bike seat and stimulate your pussy hole with it. Stimulate my pussy hole? Who the fuck were these dudes? What was I getting into? I love getting my ass teased. It's better than getting fucked...almost better. I did what Julio asked. The men whistled and commented: -Shit, that hole is gonna get wrecked. -Look at the fur on that bubble butt. Let's get that dripping!! -Julio, Can we play with it a bit first before we ride? We were still in my neighborhood, but it was late and no one was on the street. Plus, the guys were covering me. I guess Julio said yes and I felt several spanks. Then a couple of fingers in my hole. I was as hard a a rock. Julio said: -Ok. Venga, vamanos! They all got on their seats as did I. I felt a bit dizzy and fuzzy. I turned and looked at Julio. I must have looked worried and he said: -Bro, no worries. The water had GHB. Breathe deeply and enjoy the ride. We'll take care of u. We all cuidar de todos en nuestro club. Then we are gonna make you cum over and over again. He smiled. He had tats everywhere and a hairy chest. I trusted him from then on. Julio told me to pick a good destination point. I knew the river would be perfect and it had small beach-like inlets if there were any plans to do some skinny dipping. I had finally counted them and we were 10 in total. Many had biohazard tattoos. I knew what that meant and I knew no one had condoms. If what Julio said was true, that they all took care of each other, then I didn't care. I bet I looked like a pussy with my eyes all dreamy and falling for each one of them. Damn drugs. Julio must have known what he was doing. The cool wind, the lube and the previous penetrations made my hole tingle. I wanted cum and I wanted it bad. We made it to my favorite spot. They all had some sort of bag and they busted out liquor, poppers, music speakers and some other tools I couldn't make out. Julio opened up the party with: -Ok chicos. Let's fuck this guy and fuck him good. I want rigs ready, music playing and liquor flowing. Let's show him how much we need another hole. Guess who started? Mark. He bent me over against a log and started rimming me. I felt a another guy stretch out my arm and say: -Hey man, Mark's tongue feel good to you? I moaned . . . -Cool! I'll take that a a yes. I'm Stu. What's your name? -JJ. All my friends call me JJ. -Nice JJ. Ever done Tina? I shook my head no and moaned. Mark was going deeper with his tongue and adding additional lube as he went. I felt wet, loose and gooooood. -Well, it'll hit you hard at first. Afterwards, you'll go all night long. Ready? I moaned and shook my head yes. He took the arm, tied it up and found a vein. I don't remember the needle, but I coughed hard and rocked against the log. I took a deep breath and heard: -Oh yeah, nice and wet. I'm going in deep. Mark plunged his dick into my wet and cushy hole. Stu whipped out his 8 incher and shoved it in my mouth. I felt like a king. I could hear the other guys playing around and sucking each other off. Mark liked to plunge deep and slow and then speed up quickly every now and then. Stu's dick leaked precum onto my taste buds. I moaned in complete pleasure. Mark said: -Oh baby. Your pussy feels so good. I wish you could see how your pussy flesh hugs my cock and is getting pulled in and out with my dick. Stu was groaning. He said: -Dude, Mark, this guy loves to suck cock. Wait till you feel this! My ass felt no pain. I felt in sync with the rhythm of Mark's fucking. Then Mark started groaning and Julio whispered in my ear: -Mark is gonna cum up you good. He shoots huge loads. He helps our pussies get wet so the rest of us get a well-used hole. Shoot Mark! Mark grunted deeply and slowed. I could feel his dick pulse and quiver in my hole. Stu pulled his dick out of my mouth and went behind Mark. He put his hand near my hole and plugged it as Mark pulled out. Stu said: -Keep that juice in. Stu slid his 8 incher in and yelled, "Fuuuuuuuck!" I guess he liked it. By this time my hole felt a little numb and the flesh just gave into Stu's size. Julio moved over and took out an uncut, hooded big dick. I smiled and he offered me normal water first. I gulped it down. Julio took two fingers and opened my mouth and said: -Nos llevamos bien, no? We get along, right? -Yes sir. He put his uncut cock at my lips and I started making oral love to that cock. Stu screamed and came in my ass. He pulled out and a black guy came up and smiled. He said: -Hey man. I'm Marcus. Julio, hold him steady. Julio suggested we get a towel and flip me over onto the ground. He was looking out for me, just like he said. Julio laid a towel on the ground and picked me up and guided me down. Julio squatted over my face and placed his ass crack on my mouth. I rimmed him like there was no tomorrow as Jerry slid his dick in. By this point, a hairy hole to lick and a big dick up my ass was just what I needed. I was flat on my back and that let me rest. Again, the crew was watching out for me. Marcus' dick was def working the other cum loads into my flesh. I was still hard from the blue pill. A head popped into my view and said: -What up slut?!? I'm Sam. He was white, bearded, tats on his shoulders & biceps. A thick pelt covered his chest. After his introduction he went to down on my 7 incher. I had so much stimulation happening, I was moaning like crazy. Marcus thrust deeper and slowed. He said: -Deep, deep in your pussy. Fuuuuuck. I tried to squeeze my worn sphincter around his cock. I just couldn't. It was worn loose. I was still going tongue deep into Julio. Marcus pulled out and Sam took his place. Sam called for a pipe and he blew some clouds and then told Julio to suck my dick while a new guy, Cole, came over and worked the pipe for me. Cole lit the bowl and blew a couple of clouds into my open mouth. This just made me looser and I realized I was in heaven. I could feel Sam's cock and see his face over Julio's bobbing head on my rod. Sam was smiling and looking at his dick massage my hole. Sam said: -Man, Marcus did a number on you hole. It's so sloppy and loose right now. You can just see your pussy pushing in and out, craving my dick! Cum is leaking everywhere. Having fun? I just smiled and grabbed Sam's hairy chest. Just as I curved upwards to kiss him I felt my cock bulge and thicken. Julio must have noticed too because he pulled off and grabbed Cole. Cole had put down the pipe and was completely naked except for his boots and socks. He squatted over my shaft and sat down on it. I felt warm and the thrust of Sam's dick. Sam angled upward and Cole started humping my wood. I could feely cum load building. -Here he goes everyone! Sam, you close??? Sam moaned and I felt him pause in his thrusts. As soon as he did, Cole sped up his cock riding and I felt my insides explode up his already lubed hole. -Damn! He feels great!!! I haven't had a neg load from this group for ages. Glad it is your last. His eyes met mine and he leaned in and gave me a sweaty kiss as I shuddered during the last moments of my orgasm. Cole is a "Grade A" twink with a stiff cock. He jumped up and slid his dick in my hole. Cole said: -Wow, what a hole to breed. You know, I've been the main bottom for awhile. I'm excited to have a brother to share with the gang. We are gonna love swapping loads. You ready for my poz load son? -Yeah Cole. Load me up with the gang's strains. I need you all with me. I wanna carry you all with me...forever. Cole pounded his fists on my chest and facial grimaced hard. He gave two quick pumps and sighed and just collapsed on top of me. In contrast to his limp body his hard cock pumped a full 4 muscle spasms into my worked out hole. Cole gradually came to and pulled his body off of me. He was dripping with sweat and smiling. By this time Julio started to seem inpatient. He lined up what he called the: -Finishing Crew. Meet Daniel, Claudio and Polo. They are gonna make you drip buckets of cum. Cole might leave a drop for you. Daniel came over and set up a rig. Claudio leaned his cock into my ass. He was a burly and masculine 6 foot tall guy. He leaned in and kissed me. He easily distracted me from Daniel setting up the rig. I barely felt a needle go in as a warm surge hit me and Claudio leaned in deeply and kept me from coughing. He reached back with his right hand and directed his cock up a fleshy nest. I was flying way too high and loved it more than anything. My dick was throbbing and getting a ton of stimulation from Claudio's chest. He rubbed me deeply with his pecs and fucked me slowly, but surely. Fuck, this guy was a love bug. He cuddled and shoved deep thrusts. As he did, again, I felt warmth from below. We both came at the same time. I leaned into his gently-pulling-away kiss and fell backwards, panting. Julio came over with water and Cole came in to clean up. Licking every inch of my thighs and balls. He moved to my chest as I guzzled water. Julio just stared deep into my eyes and rubbed my head, saying: -Calmate chico, estamos aca contigo. Ya no estaras solo. (Relax man. You aren't alone anymore.) Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I thought. I am in this group deep. What am I man, a new gang member? I loved it. Polo came up with a huge boner. He smelled musky and I noted he had two bio tattoos on either shoulder. He looked at me deeply. He took a towel and wiped my face with cool water. He went down on my blue-pilled-penis and made sure it was also clean. He slid a fucking 8-9 incher in my hole and rubbed all up and down my sides as he rocked gently back and forth. He breathed nice and steadily. Julio came over with a joint. -Ahhhh, my favorite. I said. Julio smiled and lit it up. Polo moved in a more grinding manner as Julio and I smoked the joint and I gave into the huge dick stretching me out further. Polo breathed quicker and quicker and shuttered. He moaned and thrusted twice. He looked up as if he had just come up for air. He said: -I prefer to be the called "The Polishers". -I can attempt to put in a good recommendation with the leader. I said quickly and winked at Polo. Polo smiled back. Julio frowned and said: -Daniel. Get the fuck over here and breed this slut. Daniel obeyed and quickly lined up. God, I love big-dicked bears. What can I say? Daniel's physical stature far outweighed me and his presence just brought lust to my eyes. He placed his dick in my hole and I moaned. His belly rubbed against my dick and Julio brought over some lube for my dick. He got me all wet and Daniel leaned in with his beard and kissed me hard. He thrust evenly and rhythmically. I loved how he would pull out and tease my hole a bit. I am sure it was easy to slide in and out by this time. Daniel was verbal too. -God bro. Your hole is so slutty right now. It's a pussy out of fucking control. You have had so many different strains tonight. You are gonna be pozzed for sure. I prefer to be called "The Polishers" as well. You know why? I nodded no. -Because we get the job done. I don't take meds. You get whatever concentration the virus is right now. Are you ready to get converted my son? I nodded yes. Daniel moved quickly and thrust about 20 times hard with full on rectal wall hitting and prostate jolting. He came on the 20th and I came his thumping aftershocks. It was an unexpected thing. Julio patted Daniel on the back and said: -Okay every one. Back home. Let's get him home. I was in no mood to bicycle back home. I needed to breathe air for a minute and bask in the glory of the night's light. Julio got me dressed and gave me a hoody to keep me warm. We slowly got back to my pad and all the guys gave me a hug, a kiss, some butt pats and one nicely placed finger. My hole was wet and had obviously dripped on the way back home. Daniel pulled out his finger, licked it and said: -Thanks JJ. We'll be in touch. Julio walked me into my apartment. He had gone to get some water in my kitchen and came back and asked if I wanted to shower. I agreed and he asked where I kept towels. I showed him. We took a shower together and he suggested a joint afterwards. I agreed. We sat on my bed and just laid there chatting about the night. After we recounted Mark, Stu, Marcus, Cole, Sam, Daniel, Claudio and Polo's loads I said: -Wait. You haven't bred me. Why? His hand slapped against my mouth and he looked at me intensely and said: -Because I needed you all to myself pendejo. He brought out his strength and held my naked body down. He was already aroused and lifted my legs straight up at 90 degrees. He bent his elbow and used his body weight to anchor me on the bed. I slightly winced as he entered. He smiled and stated: -I like a little struggle. At first, well, I thought he was just joking. But then, he gave a bit of a frown when he saw I did not get it. Then it clicked; I resisted back. He felt my push and was caught off guard by my strength. He easily pushed back and said: -No way man, I got you where I want you. He pulled his huge dick in and out of my hole and braced his head on my forehead while bringing it down every now and then to kiss me. He loved I fought back a bit. He got off on it. So I dug down deep and grunted and pushed him hard. He did not get lose his grip, but his eyes met mine and he stared straight into me. He shuddered two times. He grabbed my hard dick. He said: -Can you handle poppers? I nodded yes and said: -Only if we get to smoke again afterwards. He nodded yes. He pulled them out and brought it down to my nose. I took two sniffs and he stopped. He kept the poppers there and slapped my head. I continued to breathe regularly while he shoved it up my nostril. He switched sides and did the same. I went whirling. He took four sniffs and slammed me hard. I felt him shove super deep. He grimaced and then looked down with all wide eyes and said: -I'm close man. You want it? He rocked my ass back and forth. I begged: -Please Julio. Fill me up man. I jacked off hard and needed some time to get there, but then came Julio's thrusts and they all hit my prostate. I had no time to prepare for the oncoming load shooting from my piss slit and the cum hit my open mouth. Julio grunted and pulsed a huge load up my sore ass. He grabbed my load and fed it to me. Afterwards, he rolled off to my side. We lit a joint. Smoked it. And slept.

Happy anniversary, my darling, my love, best thing to ever happen to me. I can't believe it's been two years already, the most amazing experience I could hope for, with the man who loves me, cares for me, and helps me be the man I was born to be. I think you knew from the start who I really was and what I really needed. Do you remember our first date? You were so charming, and put me at ease. I was so nervous and conflicted. If I'd known that night that you'd seen my secret and never-used barebackrt profile and knew what a cumslut I wanted to be, I probably would have backed down or run away. But you were gentle, you made me trust you. Your acceptance and love has made my transformation possible. I can't believe now that I let the first date end with just a chaste kiss. I wanted you so much from the first minute I saw you, I wanted your cock in me, I wanted to taste your cum, wanted you fuck me for hours...but I was so scared. I think I made you wait until the third date before we got naked. Now, knowing your three-orgasms-per-day minimum and knowing how much spunk you pump out, I wonder how you had the patience for me. I'm just laughing now about how careful I was. What a trooper you were to go get tested together before I let you fill my ass for the first time. Two whole months anticipation, and it was the best day of my life to that point, but you must have thought it was cute that I was so cautious, given where you were going to take me. I’m so glad you saw my true potential. One I had your cum in me, of course, there was no going back. You were really wise to put up with that 6 months of monogamy. I think trusting in you really helped my cum addiction bloom. Again, I'm a little embarrassed at how much I needed that, but it really helped. After 6 months of getting at least one of your loads in my ass and another down my throat every day, I don't think I'll ever be able to do without. Though by today's standards, that's barely enough to get me through an hour, much less a whole day. Still, it was enough to let the cum addiction bloom while you could kiss my fears away. I still don't know how you managed to make the idea of opening up the relationship seem like it was my idea. Maybe it was just that endless collection of hot friends you invited over as house guests. At 9 months into the relationship, suddenly each weekend there was a different super hot friend from out of town staying in your guest bedroom, walking naked to the bathroom giving me something more to drool over. I was confused for a bit, why I was so hot for their cocks, dreaming about their cum filling me, when I loved you so much and was so amazingly happy with our sex life. I was so scared that if you knew how much I needed COCK, not just your cock and CUM, not just your cum, that you'd be hurt or just think I was a slut. It never occurred to me that you knew exactly how much of a slut I needed to be and that was part of what you loved in me. I still remember when Kevin was over and finally I confessed how much I wanted to suck him off...You were so sweet and considerate, making me feel so safe confessing my desire to you. We agreed to have only you fuck my ass, but let him fuck my face. Such a great arrangement, and such a slippery slope. I’m sure when we agreed to that, you knew you would get what you wanted soon. I think it was in that first threeway where I started to suspect you had an agenda. How hard your cock was when you two were spit-roasting me, and the sweet nothings you whispered in my ear... “Good boy”, “You look so good with his cock fucking your face”, “I’m so proud of my cocksucker”... Was that the first time you actually said “I love you”? And that one three-way really drew us closer, and exploded me into the biggest change in my life. I could tell you were getting off on my sucking other guys--partly because you were getting off in my ass. I wanted to please you, and I really noticed how much I needed cum. I went from getting one load in each hole to three of your loads in my ass and anywhere from 2-10 loads down my throat every day. Maybe that’s what made the biggest shift in my mindset. I really couldn’t concentrate on anything that didn’t involve cum. Had you already started playing those subliminal hypnosis tapes for me, or was it just my natural cravings? By this time, we were talking about sex whenever we weren’t having it, and there wasn’t much time when we weren’t. I would share all my fantasies with you, so I wasn’t really upset about the next time you upped the ante. You remember, right? When you were fucking me raw, and there were those other three guys over to fuck my mouth...me on my back and them fucking my face while you pounded me? You remember how you pulled out and let one of them fuck me raw? I was pinned down with a cock down my throat, so I couldn’t do anything about it, I was completely at your mercy. I was crying about it later, and you comforted me...I don’t know if I ever told you that I came as soon as his cock entered me, and again when he blew his seed up my hole all without touching myself. They were tears of gratitude, my dear. I made a scene about feeling betrayed, but it was to cover up how happy I was that I finally got what I wanted. I think then I was still afraid you’d dump me if you found out how much of a slut I wanted to be. I needn’t have worried. After last year’s anniversary where you took me to the glory hole and talked me into backing my ass up to the hole to take that huge black cock? Kissing me and fucking my face while he reamed me? I could see the look of love in your eyes as I took my first truly anonymous raw cock. And when you jizzed all over my face and open mouth and then asked me to marry you just as my anonymous breeder shot his load into me. That was the most romantic anniversary I had ever had, and of course I said yes...though you might not have known if I was answering you or cumming from the prostate pounding I was receiving. I’ll never forget how many times you repeated the word “beautiful” as you sucked half his load out of my gaping ass, and then fed it to me as you fucked your next load into me there on the sticky cummy ABS floor. It’s been great, hasn’t it, since the wedding? I mean, of course you encouraged me to start having sex with folks when you weren’t there. We had proven our trust in one another, right? I also think you loved thinking that I was insatiable and that I needed more. I thought you were happy watching other guys fucking me, but that’s nothing like how much it turns you on to know that I’m cum-obsessed at all times. You get so hard when you come home, and I already have a full ass, waiting for you to suck empty and then refill while we share the loads in our mouths. That probably did lead to loosing my job, though. I mean it is hard to recover from your manager finding you naked, moaning on the bathroom floor with the janitor pulling his spunk-covered cock from your ass, and the rest of the staff jacking or taking pictures. I never did know how he knew I was working late and in the bathroom on 15 when I usually work on 26. Wait a minute...didn’t you tell me you knew the building supervisor? Did you arrange that? Another thing to thank you for, my dear. I hated that fucking place, and we have more money than ever now, right? But, yeah, it was easy to forget about work with all the sex. You even threw my first official gangbang to help me get over the stress of the loss of my job. So sweet. So many loads. Such a satisfied look on your face. Your tender lovemaking that night, the gentle, loving way you slowly fucked my puffy dripping hole, screaming how much you love me as you pump me full of my 30th load that evening...How could I ever forget that? Without the job, it was easy to spend my time on my body too, which, don’t deny it, was a great thing for our sex life. Raul is the most awesome personal trainer, he has me in total porn-star shape, and he works for cheap since I always take his load, and all the loads from his buddies too. Is that were we got the idea of how to keep me happy and sexed up and also pay the bills? Maybe it was just obvious...or maybe you wanted it all along. The last months have been the best in my life. Waking up beside you to suck you until you’re hard, then riding you to my first load of the day...prepping and then spending every day getting fucked by guys or if I’m lucky groups of guys so that when you get home, I always have a nice, sloppy hole for your second load. You’ve been so inventive on where to take me and how to get more cum into me. It seems like every evening is another way for me to eat more or get more cum fucked up my hole. I’ll never know where you got that half-gallon of cum you made me chug until it came out my nose. I just hope you can get another one. And without saying every Cummuion party on the West Coast is a great opportunity to meet new friends and get more cum. And I feel like I’m helping since half the guys pay (was that your idea too?) and we installed those webcams. So Happy Anniversary, my dear! I’ve got to finish writing this and go get ready for my next encounter. Some sports team, 10 guys or so, want to tie me up and fuck me. I’ll have them tie me on my back so none of the cum runs out, and leave me tied up and blindfolded for when you get home. Hope you like your present! Two years. Two glorious years to transform from a fiercely independent, cautious, nervous, monogamous, productive 9-5er with a budding career into being your full-time, jizz-addicted, indiscriminate, bareback gangbang whore. I know now that it was your plan all along. And I love you for it.

The Mandingo Taggers Lately I have been cruising Craigslist and have found plenty of ‘straight men’ from the non-men4-men sections more than willing to let me suck them off, or on occasion, when I get them really hard, willing to let me bend over so they can unload in my ass. I never tell them I am POZ as they never ask – so I find it hot as hell taking their neg dicks especially from the guys who insist over and over they only play safe until they have a raw hole in front of them. This past weekend I had gotten a good supply of Tina and was horny as hell. I had hit the usual gay websites, picked up a few loads, including two from an AIDs fucker top – woof! It was not enough, I needed more cum and raw dick, so I hit Craigslist, it was about 10:00 p.m., so I thought my chances of getting someone who had been drinking and was horny might be pretty good. One of my favorite sections on Craigslist is the MM4W ads, where two or more guys are looking to gangbang a woman and there are always a few posts that make my ass twitch and ache for dick. This was one of those times as the second ad down was from two black guys who called themselves the ‘Mandingo Taggers’ and were looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” There were a few pictures with the ad, the first dick looked long and thick, cut, hard and resting on a chair between nice, firm black legs. The second was long, also cut, dark, and was standing straight up as the guy was taking the picture laying down and in the background is a TV with porn on. Unlike most ads, this one had face pics too. The first guy looked to be in his late 20s, with a thin mustache and a chin beard, white baseball cap, and a gray t-shirt that said ‘Westpoint’ in white letters. The other guy looked about the same age, with shaved head that had 5-oclock shadow, clean face, and no shirt. His face pic was not as clear but I swear I had seen him post in the past on the M4T (Men for Cross Dressers/Transsexuals) section of Craigslist. As I looked at the other ads I noticed these guys had several ads up going back to early that morning looking for a woman to bang. The first one started out pretty PG, “A group of professional well hung black males are looking for One lady for a wonderful GANGBANG experience TONIGHT or later this week.” But as the day progressed and they apparently had no luck, their ads became shorter and more blunt until the one that caught my eye. ‘Mandingo Taggers’ looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” When I am horny and fucked up on Tina, I get pretty bold, so I snorted a few big lines, and figured what the fuck, all they can do is not reply. I replied to their ad and attached a picture of me on my hands and knees, my big white ass front and center, and a pair of red lace panties pulled down just below my ass to show off the way to my hole. I have found it is amazing how much ‘straight guys’ are willing to look past if there is a pair of red lace panties around. I told the Mandingo Taggers how much I needed big black dick in my ass pussy, I could take all the pipe they got, and was willing to let them fuck however they wanted to, and would do anything. I ended with, “PS – I can be generous with $300 as I am a bottom guy and know that may not be exactly what you were looking for, but I’m a white pussy willing to please and don’t mind it being anonymous – don’t need to see your faces.” While I had their pics from Craigslist, I knew most of those were fake, so figured they may like that. I hit the send button and waited, assuming I would hear nothing, but about 2 minutes later got an email back. Damn that was quick, and a good sign. They asked for my number to text me to confirm if I was real, I needed to understand they were not gay, but if the hustle was true, they could handle that. I texted them right away, promised my offer of $300 was true as long as they pounded my pussy good. They replied with an address and ‘put the panties on.’ The rush of excitement was amazing as my adrenaline mixed with the Tina and made my ass wet as I thought about all that dick. I did a couple more lines, grabbed my poppers, a small brown bottle filled with Tina, my wallet and headed out. A quick stop at the ATM and cab ride and I was on the other side of town. The address they gave me was in Southeast DC, and a pretty rough part of town, but I did not care, I just wanted some raw dick and I was hoping for even more, hoping they were infected with something to give me as I played roulette with my ass. The front door to the building was locked, the two guards at the desk looked at me, buzzed me in, and when I signed in they sort of looked at each other like “what the fuck?” They must not get a lot a lot of white guys there, alone, late on a Saturday night as one of them stepped out from behind the desk and offered to walk me down to the elevators. Like I said, the Tina makes me bold, and the rent-a-cop was hot, and I swear his left hand was rubbing the bulge that ran down his leg as we walked, so when we got near the elevator I saw the hallway was cleared, took out my small brown bottle, showed it to the rent-a-cop and said, “Hey, before I head up, you interested in a little?” His eyes focused on the bottle, looked at me, back at the bottle, and he said, “Um, yeah, man, not here.” He stepped several feet down the hall, pulled his key ring away from his waist, and turned a lock in a door that had an EXIT sign above it. He stepped through, I followed and we were in a little hallway that led to a back door. I handed him the bottle, he opened it, tapped a small pile of Tina onto his finger, then sniffed it. He repeated that, then handed it to me and I did the same. He shook his head back and forth real quick as it kicked in, said, “Thanks,” then we went back into the hallway and I caught the elevator. As the doors slid close I knew the bulge in his pants was even bigger now – thank the Tina!! I opened the bottle again and did a huge hit, I wanted to be fucked up for this and have my ass relaxed as much as possible. I was tempted to do a booty bump, but decided best not to get caught with my finger up my ass. I stepped off the elevator and started down the hall. The entire hallway smelled like weed, there was loud music, people talking, noisy party place for sure. The apartment number they gave me was the next to the last apartment on the right side. I pushed the little door bell button by the peephole, heard it ring, and waited. A few people came out of an apartment down the hall and went to the elevator but paid me no mind. I pushed the bell again and heard a couple chains undone and the deadbolt turned. The door opened into a dark hallway with the flickering of a TV in a room at the other end. I was enveloped by a cloud of smoke from weed, and knew these dudes were as fucked up as I was, so yeah this should be fun. I could not see who opened the door as he was behind it, but stepped through and into the hallway. A really deep voice said, “Go on,” as he put his hand on my back and pushed me forward. I walked down the hall and into the living room/dining room. The only light in the apartment was coming from the porn on the TV – a bleached blond woman being gangbanged by four big dicked black guys. DAMN! There was a huge couch just to my right that took up most of the living area that was facing the TV. It was one of those deep seated, soft couches made for chilling and near the end was a black guy with some hot tats on his chest, naked, except for a dark colored bandana covering the lower half of his face and sunglasses. He looked like a bandit, but I wanted to laugh as all I could think was how would you do a stick up naked? But he had the gun for it, a huge black dick, sticking straight up, that he was stroking. His dick was shiny from the lube and he was intent on the TV as he was stretched out and laid back, stroking. There was a big coffee table in front of the couch that had a few boxes of Magnums spilling out, ashtrays, some glasses, and several porn DVD cases. Damn – didn’t want the condoms for sure, but if that was the only way I could get their dick I would take it covered if I had to. The guy behind me pushed me forward again, “Let me see those panties,” he said. I slipped my sneakers off, took off my pants, and bent over a little so he could have a good look. As I did I looked back at him. Was not sure which guy he was from the pictures, but like his friend he had a dark colored bandana covering the lower part of his face, but no sun glasses. His eyes were glassy and fucked up looking and he started pushing at my shirt, getting it out of the way. I pulled my shirt up under my arms, bent all the way over, and showed him my white ass and the red panties. I knew this Mandingo Tagger liked what he was looking at as he started pulling the panties to the side and rubbing a thick finger in my ass crack. The guy on the couch was now looking at us as the guy behind me pushed up close so I could feel his big hard dick and started walking me towards his friend with his body. I walked forward towards the end of the couch that had a big bottle of WET lube on it, and turned around so the Mandingo Tagger on the couch could have a look at my ass as I bent over and started sucking the first guy’s dick. His dick was hard, thick, and heavy like a club. Uncut, so that picture was accurate, and I was in heaven. I could not wait to get his dick and was sucking it as best I could. The guy sitting on the couch twirled a finger inside the edge of the panties, and as he stood up, pulled them to the side. He squirted some lube, slipped a finger up my ass, and started finger-fucking me. I was moaning as I sucked and tried to pitch my voice high so it sounded more feminine. He set the bottle of lube onto the coffee table, grabbed a set of the Magnum condoms, ripped one off, and stepped back behind me. I continued sucking the first guy not sure I was doing OK as he was not saying a word or really even moaning, but I just kept at it. I could hear the guy behind me fumbling with the Magnum packet, tear it open, and then felt a line of cold lube squirted down the crack of my ass. His fingers found my hole again and I could hear him jacking his dick, getting it ready. I could tell he had a condom on when he started to push his dick in as it seemed to catch and did not want to go. He pushed, squirted some more lube and I backed my ass up best I could while still keeping the dick in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and started pumping – calm, steady, short stabbing pumps. While he had a big dick it just felt like he was only in the outer part of my ass, so my moaning of pleasure became moans of begging, wanting him deeper. Fucking condoms! After a few minutes the guy I was sucking pulled away and went and sat down on the couch where the other guy had been. When he did, the guy behind me started to pull out, and again the condom sort of caught, and I could tell pulled part way off as he had to yank the empty part of it out of my ass as he pulled all the way out. He turned me around and I bent over the soft arm of the couch and guy sitting there guided my head to his dick. My ass was high and waiting and the guy who had been fucking slipped back into my ass. He was fucking me RAW!! He slid in so easily and there was no catching I was sure he was barebacking me – YES!!!! In my excitement I started moving my hips and tried backing up to meet each thrust, while keeping the other dick in my mouth. He must have taken the condom all the way off when we changed positions. The Mandingo Tagger fucking me picked up his pace and was now grunting as he fucked. The guy I was sucking now put his hand on my head and pressed up and down as he said, “Yeah boy, fuck that white girl pussy, fuck her blond pussy.” The guy behind me then put one foot up on the arm of the couch to my right and angled me to the left just a little as he now slammed my ass, while his buddy encouraged him. I was moaning like a woman as best I could with a raw dick in my mouth and another pounded my pussy. “Ugh, uh, UGHH!!!!” The guy fucking me moaned and I felt him unload in my ass. On Tina I swear my ass is more sensitive and I knew I felt every squirt of his cum inside me, and man did he cum. It seemed to take him forever to stop nutting up my ass and once he was done, he continued to work it in and kept pumping. I was hoping he would go for round two, but he dropped his foot, yanked his cock out and said, “Where’s the money?” Damn- guess that was all I was getting, so I stood up, turned and said, “In my left front pocket.” I watched as he walked over towards the hallway, his big dick swinging with each step and wanted to ask for more. The guy on the couch then said, “Keep sucking me.” So, I bent back over the arm of the couch, but he guided me around in front of him so I was kneeling between his legs sucking his dick as he watched the porn. A few minutes later I heard a door close and stopped and looked up and the guy I was sucking said, “He went in the other room. I want to fuck that pussy now.” So I stood up The guy I had been sucking turned me around, backed me up and made me sit on the couch. He pushed my legs back as he half stood/half squatted over my open asshole, his legs spread to the side. He lifted my legs up so they were pushed back by his arms as he leaned forward a bit and I put my arms around his neck. Standing/squatting over my hole like he was, he then put his long arms down each side of my body, with his hands cupping my ass, spreading my hole for his dick. He did not stop and grab a condom – yes he was FUCKING ME RAW too!!! He didn’t grab any lube either, just used what the first Mandingo Tagger had left in my hole as he worked the head into my raw ass and then slid deep in my slicked up guts. “That’s it baby, work that white pussy for me, come on baby, ride this dick – ride Daddy’s dick – fuck – goddam!!” This guy was pretty verbal and I loved it. I pitched my voice again, and said, “Please fuck my pussy, fuck it hard, give me your big black pole, fuck me, fuck me!!!” He started fucking even harder, and the way he was standing/squatting he could really dig and power fuck me and I truly felt like a pussy as he continued to use his hands to spread my hole for his huge black dick. I wanted his cum so bad and was afraid he would pull out, as he got closer. “Please give it to me, please give me those black babies – give me your babies,” I said. This turned him on as he grunted and said, “Oh YEAH”. So I kept it up, “Breed my pussy, cum in me, breed my pussy, GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!!” His fingers then dug into my ass as he slam fucked and unloaded inside me, moaning, groaning, twisting his face and shaking his head as his load exploded into my white pussy. He only pumped about twice more before pulling out and letting my legs fall. He was breathing hard, stood up, shook his head, and stepped to the other end of the couch, grabbed a t-shirt that was balled up there, and used it to wipe my ass funk off his dick. I stood up, asked him if he was up for more. He just shook his head no, so I went over, picked up my clothes and got dressed. When I reached into my pockets I confirmed his friend had found the cash and told him that, but also realized his friend took my money to get home. “Can I get money for a cab or Metro I asked?” The Tagger just shook his head no and started pushing me towards the door, the bandana still on his face. Fuck! Oh well, guess I could walk if I had to, at least he did not take my Tina. I took a hit of Tina in the elevator and when I got to the first floor passed several people who were just coming in. I stopped at the front desk and the two rent-a-cops I saw when I came in were still there and the one I had shared the Tina with hit his buddy on the arm when I walked up. I pulled my bottle of Tina out, smiled and said, “Hey guys – what’s up? You won’t believe this, but I seem to have misplaced my cash for my ride home. Is there any way you guys might be able to help me out – or maybe I could help you out?” They both laughed and the one I had shared the Tina definitely rubbed his bulge, pointed with his thumb to an open door leading to a bathroom behind them in the office as he said, “Pay to play baby, pay to play,” as he unlocked the office door to the left of the desk and invited me in.

I have an interesting relationship with an ex-boyfriend. He's seeing someone else and they are happy together. Own a house and go camping. It's good. But every now and then he craves my thick, beefy butt. We don't see each other twice a week...it's once every six months or so. Eight months or more. We see each other online and say, 'Oh hey. Been a while. We should get together.' Sex with Brent is like sex with an angry deer. LOL. He is a gentle man. He's thick and beefy, totally a bear. Hairy everywhere with a very thick 8.5 inch cock. When he puts it in a cockring it gets fatter. And then he starts grunting. He and I rut like forest animals when we fuck. He gets aggressive and a few years ago we started fucking bare...but never to climax. He always pulled out. I was fascinated with bb sex but never really took the plunge and would *never* let a guy cream me, even an old friend and occasional fuck budy like Brent. Good guy. Smelled sweaty and clean during sex. But you can't just...take loads. Everyone knows that. Brent and I fucked bare and that was the furthest I had gone. But things have been changing for me and the fantasy of bb was not enough. I am fixated watching videos of guys creaming while deep inside...I am almost turned off but cum-on-the-hole shots. Some of them are sexy, especially when they push it into the bottom's ass but I prefer the scenes where you watch the top's balls contract and you know he's unloading as deep as he possibly can go. That drives me nuts. Brent and I reconnected last week and decided to get together. It had been a while. A long while...maybe a year? After a few missed schedules, we finally connected this morning. At his house, we caught up and smoked some weed. He took off his shirt and scratched his hairy pec. He walks around the house in nothing but shorts all the time anyway, so it was funny to see him wearing a shirt when I answered the door. We had talked online about how my fixation on bb sex was growing stronger and I needed to feel it..really know what it felt like when a man unloaded inside me. There's big debate on whether or not the bottom can 'feel' it but I knew for me it would be more about the psychological thrill of letting a rutting, sweating, grunting, big-dicked top do what nature intendedh him to do: breed. Breed deep. Get that sperm swimming in the pink. We sucked each others' hairy chests and kissed a little. More about fucking for us now, so kissing was not a big part of the equation. But we kissed in appreciation for each other's sexiness and he grabbed my ass in the red jockstrap I wore. I sucked his dick and it was fat as I remembered. Starts out all medium-sized and then after sucking it gets harder and fatter and his mild-mannered demeanor gets set aside as he starts to fuck-grunt and accept how powerful it feels having a man kneel and suck your meat like it's god's gift to human existence. Brent likes the back of my throat and his hands grabbed my head and helped himself to getting in deeper....he'd hold his dick there...in my throat while I tried to breathe. If he came right at that moment, I'd never taste a drop. That deep. At one point he looked down at me and said, "We're only going to use spit. So get it as sloppy as you can." He rimmed my ass for a while and that was hot, hearing him grunting back there. But for him, it's only about getting the hole ready for acceptance...he's not into rimming for ass-eating sake....no, it's a necessary part of his breeding. He eats ass and gets it wet. He wants my saliva and his to be all that's needed, so even if it's not his thing, he's enthusiastic about it, spitting in the hole and pushing it in with his tongue. When Brent fucks, he goes balls deep as soon as possible. He wants to make sure I feel every inch of it and that gentle part of him is driven into a lust frenzy by this point, so his big swinging cock is already dripping precum and my saliva by the time he drives it home. Balls fucking deep. He warned me to take a hit of poppers first, and I did, so when he pushed into my guts, the sensation was intense and like coming home. I welcomed him into me and he groaned on my back, right into my ear. "I'm raw inside you," he said. He says I'm the only guy he fucks around with besides his partner and the infrequent one-off...but he doesn't fuck raw with anyone but his partner and me. I don't know if that's true. We've known each other for years now, so I suspect it is. But that means getting his raw cock inside me *means* something. He's trusting me with the gift of his big, bloated penis as it drips precum in my chute. He fucked me while I was on my stomach and then on my back, then leaning over the bed corner where he got really deep. But he likes me in missionary position with my knees bent because it's the most vulnerable position and a bottom has little defenses against that kind of fuck - it just goes as deep as he wants. I say 'ouch' occasionally and he grins this wicked grin, like he is tired of being Mr. Nice Guy and now he will just fuck as deep and hard as he always wanted to do...and he does. He pounds me. I started talking dirty to him about how good it felt, his big raw dick, the possibility of breeding, and how slick my insides would be if he decided to unload his sperm. His dick gets even harder when I talk this way so while we have never bred, I know he wants this. His preferred place to cum is my throat...but I think that's because he's been conditioned to not want this...to breed...it's wrong to want this kind of pleasure of dominating a bottom with sperm. But he does want it. And he fucks me harder. We find this great position with me on my side and stomach while he nails me from behind and I keep talking about how great he feels, his big cock assaulting all my pink and tender flesh. when I talk about my pink guts and how the swollen, soft colon is getting beat up bad, he gets harder. He likes that he's abusing my flesh. He likes that his hard cock is making it hurt inside me. And feel amazing. I think it turns him on that unleashing this side of him turns me on because he wants it to be good for me too so he gets to be as selfish as he wants...but also knows that I love it. He starts pumping harder and says into my ear, "Today...today I'm not going to pull out. Am i?" "No," I say. "I want it. I want your sperm. I want you to cream my guts that almost never saw a load up there. It's almost virgin cum territory up there. Enough colon left or a man to claim part of it as his own." This kind of talk makes him harder, me too, and he grabs my dick to find it soaked in precum. I mean...soaked. I precum a ton and my entire jockstrap was wet like it came out of the washer. LOL. This made him hard and he sucked his fingers and rubbed it on his face, which made him fuck harder. "Here it comes," he said and then he started grunting hard into my ear. My mind race - was I really taking sperm? After so many years of denial, it's shocking, absolutely shocking that a man would do this to me and I would willingly let him. I gasped. He growled, like a fuckin' bear growl and he just started pistoning and I knew...I knew he was unloading. I didn't feel it inside me....not at first, but then it got very slippery, very wet. He kept fucking and pumping and grunting and sweating onto me and he just pounded that dick harder. My insides were completely soaked. I could feel that. As his last strokes were his dick getting soft and then plopping out, it felt like his cock was withdrawing from a bathrub full to the rim of semen. I couldn't believe how wet I felt. I'm home now. This happened an hour ago. Brent's juice is still inside me right now.

I love sex in an ABS. Totally anon and hot!

Just left a sex party that an out-of-town visitor had posted on BBRTS. I showed up and there were about 10 guys there. I stripped down to my jock and started hitting the poppers and bent over the bed. It didn't take long and I was getting fucked by a guy with an average cock but he knew how to work it. I am VERY good at working a cock and would tighten up as he would push inside me. He loved it and rewarded me with a huge load. Then it was a steady line of guys fucking and filling my hole. I know at least 15 guys fucked me and lost track of the loads I got, but my ass is so wet and sloppy. Damn that was HOT

So very erotic OINK

Week 3 When I woke Monday I went and picked up my check and had my blood drawn. The guy who drew the sample told me that I didn’t look all that good. I told him that when I woke up I wasn’t feeling all that well. He suggested that I go home and climb into bed for the day. After taking my check to the bank I did as he suggested and spent the next 3 days in bed. I woke Thursday starting to feel better and was grateful since I did not want to miss the next trial session Friday night. I headed to the testing, received my shot and got fucked like I had the previous two weeks. I saw the hottie and his roommate who double fucked me the week before. Half the night I spent with them tag teaming me, fucking and seeding my hole. After we were all done we exchanged numbers as the sun came up. Week 4 The week started like normal. I picked up my check and had my weekly blood draw when I was asked if I’d like to make some extra money this final week. I was interested in more money and asked how. I was told if I consented to spending the weekend getting multiple doses of the drug. The testing would start as early as I was available Friday and would last until Sunday. My interest was definitely peaked so I asked how much more could I earn? If I was available the entire time I could make $750. I could get an extra $250 if I was willing to try multiple forms of the drug. That made a total of $1000 I would make in addition to the $750. I couldn’t resist and agreed to the weekend testing. When I arrived Friday afternoon I prepared for a long weekend of sex. I was taken to the sling again and was prepped for my shot. I didn’t say a word as I laid there as the fixed tourniquets on both my arms. The shots were administered in both arm at the same time, but the tourniquets were removed one at a time. First the right one was pulled off and I felt the drug work into my chest as I coughed out and with no warning the left one was pulled off and I felt that hit me hard. As I lay there I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing as I felt something cool being inserted into my ass. I faintly recall someone saying that I was given a suppository that would slowly melt and ass to my high. My high, I thought this was a sex enhancement drug not a drug that gets a guy high. I was trying to comprehend what was being said but all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. It didn’t take long before I was starting to get fucked. One by one each guy began to fuck me as I began to feel a slight burn in my ass and felt the feeling of the drug begin to get stronger. As the weekend continued they kept giving me one form of the drug or another. At one point I was taken out of the sling and I was laid over a bed to allow my ass to rest. As I lay there and fed a nice cock to suck I felt a stinging on my low back. I had no clue what was going on. I was then put back in the sling where the fucking resumed. I guess that it was Sunday as I began to come around. I was no longer in the testing facility. I did not recognize where I was until I saw a guy with a towel over his shoulder that read “The Boys Club”. I knew this to be the local bath house near campus. I was trying to figure out how I was now at the local bath hose when I felt a slight sting on my low back. I got up and as I wondered around I found a key around my wrist. It had a number on it that I was told was a locker where I would find my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I felt a sting as the waist band rested on my low back. I walked over to the mirror and looked to see a tattoo half hidden by the waist band of my underwear. I lowered the band so I could see the full tattoo to find that same strange symbol I saw on some many guys who fucked me over the 4 weeks of the trial. As I was looking at the tattoo a guy walked in and asked if I liked his work. He continued that they didn’t see many guys my age who bug chased and then celebrated testing poz with a biohazard tattoo.

I was the last person I expected to see on Grindr. I barely ever hooked up, just never had the urge...sure the app was there, but I rarely even felt bored enough or horny enough for that matter to open it up and take a look. Today was a different story to say the least. I was so ridiculously fucking horned up, it came out of nowhere. Ever since waking up with a hard on and some fuzzy memory of a dirty dream I couldn't quite recall...I just needed to get some cock. So I opened Grindr up. The options felt endless from the ample supply of hot guys but the first one to message me was of course going to win this ass and within moments a sexy pic of a latin looking guy with defined abs but a slim build popped up with a greeting. Him: Need ass. Now. Me: Direct, huh? I kinda need that right now. Him: Distance looks close, you in the Hilton hotel by any chance? Me: Fuck, must be a lucky night..yeah, want me to come to your room? Him: Yeah, lights will be off, door unlocked. Come on in and get naked. Me: Hot dude, see ya in 5. Him: Oh yea...you ever do it raw? Me: Meh...try not too, though I've been guilty of it at times. Neg and trying to keep it that way. Him: Nah, that's cool. You sound like you're careful, think I could hit it bare man? I don't mind pulling out if you swallow. Me: I dunno. How big are you? Last guy with this fucking huge dick nut in my ass twice without me knowing cuz his cock was so big and he blew it in so deep was like two hours after he left his loads came out. He said he was neg and that's the only reason he just stayed in. Him: Just come over. We'll talk. It was cleaned out and walking down the hall to his room door when I noticed a short muscled latin guy opening the exact same room number and heading inside into the dark interior. I tilted my head confused, the Latino dude was fucking hot but not the one I talked to. Opening the door I saw the two of them already by the bed, the guy I chatted with was already naked, cock rock hard and Grindr still up on his tablet. The other one had whipped his dick out and was stroking it from his white shorts. "Um..double booked hook ups?" I laughed coming into the room and closing the door behind me. "Yeah, kinda just horned as fuck and was thinking someone might flake," he admitted, "But you're both here, hot." "You a top too?" I asked the other latin guy I didn't know. "Yeah, just trying to get a quick nut out and go back to the gym," he was already sporting a full boner as well. "Come here," the host said. I drew in and he reached up to pull my head down to his uncut cock. I got onto my knees on the bed pulling off my jeans at the same time but left on my wife beater as I serviced his dick. The other guy got behind me rubbing and squeezing my ass cheeks as he watched me begin to deep throat the host's hung shaft. It wasn't thick, just a good and long. Lube was poured onto my hole. I figured the studly jock was going to use my ass instead of the host's since it was already up in the air, and that was fine by me. The fat head of a cut dick pressed against my hole trying to open me up. I popped the cock I had been sucking on out of my mouth to turn back and look at the guy behind me. No condom was on his thick dick. "Man, sorry I don't really take it raw," I apologized. He groaned a bit in disappointment as he stroked his lubed cock. "I don't have any condoms, do you guys?" He asked. I shook my head and turned back to sucking, the host shrugged. "Maybe just jerk off and pop the head in every now and again til you cum all over his back?" The guy I was sucking suggested. I was too busy trying to not choke on his shaft which was halfway down my throat, and it didn't sound all bad. That also seemed to satisfy the guy behind me for his dick was up against my sphincter once more pressing to get inside. He stroked his cock quickly and teased the head of his dick against my ass without going inside for a few minutes longer. He stroked it powerfully with quick movements back and forth until the words popped out of his mouth: "Fuck, gonna cum!" he gasped and jammed his cock into my ass without warning. I wanted to gasp in shock, but the other sweet cock was once again fully down my throat and he had both hands gripping my hair to keep me in place for his pleasure. The fat cock being plowed into my hole pumped a few thick warm squirts of jizz into me, just barely an inch or two inside. The guy fucking me pulled out slightly and then drove it once more, and with the cum as lube he flew balls deep instantly with more jets of steamy spunk lining my insides. I tried to move my legs or ass to get him off but both his hands were already on the lower half of my back and pinned me easily onto the bed until he finished seeding me. "Damn, that's exactly what I needed," he commented in relief as he pulled up his shorts and tucked away his slick cock and promptly left the room. I was allowed to come up for air finally and gulped down appreciatively trying to breath and struggle with what just happened. "Looks like you need these," the remaining guy commented. It was poppers. I shrugged a bit but he had slid off the side of the bed and made his way behind me and back onto the bed before long. I realized he wanted to get the hole that was promised. "Man, I don't know...he might've been poz and just drilled it in me," I laid on my stomach not looking back. "Can't change that, but I still have some balls that gotta be emptied," he said, his cock was already pushing inside me as he lowered his body right onto mine, spreading my legs apart as his put more of his cock in. I quickly opened the poppers and inhaled deeply and urgently. My hole ached from the force and thickness of the first guy but now this one was way fucking longer. The effects of the poppers hit me instantly, and boy was I glad, cuz he was only half way inside and I wasn't sure I could take anymore until right then. I sighed relaxing, and just giving in to letting my hole be used. I felt like it was all they wanted from me anyway was a warm boy cunt to breed. So, I'd just be his bitch and not think about it. I hit the poppers again. "Damn boy, you really know how to open up," he was already piston fucking me so hard I was bouncing up off the mattress slightly. I couldn't believe it, "I'm going to cum in you at least twice before you go fucker." I wondered if I had finally gotten in over my head and was not walking out of this one with a neg hole.... To be Continued....

Bingo. This underscores how stealthing really should just remain a fantasy. I'm all for sexual fun, but do you want your name in the news or in jail to do it? There is lots of guys out there to have sex with that don't care, pick one of those. On a sidenote I guess washington doesnt have any laws regarding HIV transmission, otherwise I am quite sure the guy would have been in jail. Ehh I cant agree with that, its 50/50. the neg person should always ask, and the HIV+ person should always be upfront and truthful, especially when its in a one on one hookup situation. Bathhouses and sex parties are a different situation

An adult should be aware of his actions towards kids no matter what. A 15-year-old is still a kid even if he was legal (like he would be in many countries of Europe). Kids can be easy to manipulate by adults. 43-year-olds should stay away from 15-year-olds no matter what. 15 vs 18 I could tolerate. You're 18. You can do whatever fuck you want. Well, except drink...

sure

oooh! can't wait to finally meet some of the members here "face to face"

My husband has encouraged me to take more loads from strangers. I appreciate his help tremendously; it was something I wanted to do all along.

As a top, I pre-cum so much that even if I did pull out of a bottom before I cum, it accomplishes very little in terms of his protection. He'll already have taken much of my load anyway. And as a bottom, early in my days as a barebacker: I once asked a top as he was pounding me to pull out, but I asked just seconds before he was ready to cum. He shot me an angry glare, pulled out and immediately shot on my chest, then promptly asked me to leave. I was mad initially, then later realized that I'd misled him by offering to bareback in the first place. Lesson here for bottoms: If you have the balls to start the job, then you better finish the job.

Almost all the tops I've been with prefer to cum inside. Some ask beforehand because they don't want any surprises. I have been semi-stealthed when barebacking. A top will fuck me bare, cum inside, and even feels that way then when I ask if they ended up cumming they say "no". If I confront them more about it I've had a few that say it just felt so good and they didn't want to take the risk of asking only for me to say that they couldn't cum inside.

It's the hottest feeling to take a load from a man you haven't even seen.

I took 5 loads from a group of daddies at the baths on Friday. I hate doing one on one hookups, I really like the feeling of a new guy sliding his fuck stick into my messy cunt one right after another.

A friend and I were playing a game on our phones that involves checking in at places. We wound up at a park right up against the mountains while a thunderstorm lit up the western sky. After finishing our game, we laid down on a concrete dam and watched the clouds roll in. Soon we were making out. I went down on him, he went down on me. I rolled over on my side to let him fuck me but the concrete made it awkward. So we moved to a jungle gym. I bent over it and he fucked me from behind. All the while the storm was getting closer, the wind picked up. It started to rain a couple times so he started to pound me faster. I backed up on him and squeezed my hole until he bred me. We ran back to his car and got in before it really started to rain and made out for a bit. It was totally fucking hot.

Here's the short version. I hooked up with a hot Latino at NYC Pride, spent the night at his place, went to wake him with a blowjob. His bladder opened before his eyes. We'd polished off 2 6 packs of beer the night before, so it was bitter and potent, but I was instantly hooked. At first, he freaked a bit, but I clamped on his dick and didn't let go until I'd swallowed every last drop. Kept his cock in my mouth and had a cum chaser. He fed me again before I left and on my way home, I bought a yellow hanky. Been a pisspig ever since.

All the popular (stibild, complera, atripla) one a day treatments have a truvada component to them (FTC/Tenofovir) So really you are not changing up your regime in terms of what you are taking all that much. The main downside to Atripla is its Efavirenz component. Efavirenz, marketed on its own as Sustiva is a relatively old drug, with some fairly significant Psychiatric symptoms. With that said, its still highly effective, which is why its still used after many other drugs have been developed, or failed in testing. Complera has been shown to be just as effective and substitutes the Efavarienz component of Atripla with Rilpivirine, also known on its own as Edurant. This gives an overall lower side effect profile. It is of note that Complera has been shown to be less effective in first line treatment when viral loads are over 100k. Obviously this doesn't apply to you, but it is important to note for anyone starting treatment. Stribild has also been shown to be just as effective and substitutes the Efavarienz compent of Atripla with elvitegravir/cobicistat. In this case Elvitegravir is the ingrese inhibitor and it is boosted by cobicistat. What your doctor is trying to do is keep you on the same basic regamine, but eliminate the side effects of efavirenz. Its up to you if this is a problem for you. Some people are fine with efavirenz, and other people have horrible side effects. While it may seem like a big switch, you are really not changing 2/3 of your regemine, which is the Truvada or FTC/Tenofovir portion of your treatment. Doctors usually only want to switch to completely different drugs if they have stopped working or there is significant benefits to well being, side effects, etc. If I was in your shoes I don't think i would switch at all. There will be more combination therapies coming that may be just as effective. Its also important to remember that you are only five years in, so depending on how old you are you may still be on treatment for a very long time. I think because of that I would go with the "if its not broke don't fix it" mentality. the other reason is that if you can tolerate the side effects efavirenz is EXTREMELY effective. Thats one of the reasons it is still used so often despite newer medications being available. With that said I am not a doctor, and your decision should be made by you, and your doctor.

A lot of the reason for atripla falling out of favour with those who don't have problems with the side effects is that efavirenz (one of the three drugs in atripla) comes out of patent this year, thus allowing generic versions to be manufactured. This will have the knock-on effect of making atripla cheaper even though it's other two components (FTC and tenofovir, essentially truvada) are still in patent. In the UK we're expecting people on atripla to be switched to either a new combination pill containing generic efavirenz, or truvada plus generic efavirenz for economic reasons. In the US I can well imagine doctors being induced to steer people away from generic efavirenz, again for economic reasons. Money speaks louder than health

Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.

In Chicago from the 31st to the 2nd. Looking for loads. Hit me up.

Meet up with a bearded tattooed fuck bud and his newly tattooed 8" cock. walked into his place started making out right there, quickly moved to the bedroom and sucked him for a minute then he told me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees. Started eating my big hairy ass and got it slick with spit, then stood up and shoved the head of his cock in. Went slow for a minute and shoved it in all the way balls deep.. Hurt at first but then he started fucking and it felt damn good. fucked me hard for a few minutes and shot his load deep in my ass. kept his cock buried deep as i milked his load and he said hes still good for another round so he started slowly fucking my hole letting his load coat my ass walls. A few minutes later he was pounding my ass balls deep again and grunted and filled my big ass with another load, and i jerked my cock and shot my load on his sheets below. zipped up and left with his loads in my ass, my hole was sore for hours after but i wasnt complaining

sucked and got sucked at the local porn store with gloryholes, last dude sucked me and I sucked him, and then he shows me his hairy hole.. shoved my cock back thru and entered his asshole. got real slick with my precum and eventually busted my nut deep inside his hole..

What part of Michigan? I'm in Alpena but can travel.

Oh, I definitely love raunchy cock. I've eaten cock after a rough shit fuck. Not for everyone, but some of us pigs get off on it.