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Spot on.. I didn't chase.. Didn't fuck without condoms.. Didn't want the virus. But shit happens. I sure as hell wasn't happy to find that I was poz. Nor do I see it as a gift. I've dealt with it and have accepted that I will always have it. But, believe it or not, not all guys that are poz were looking for it or wanted it. dubbugchaser... That wasn't cool. You do not know the circumstances behind his pozzing. So don't make a statement like that without knowing the full story. As far as getting multiple strains... Since becoming poz, I've only fucked with poz guys. No condoms. I mostly bottom. Been on meds since diagnosis. I've never had a complication. Never been told I have another strain.. I agree with everyone else. I think it's a scare tactic. One that fails, given the many poz guys I've talked with who do not/have not/will not use a condom. Ever. I know it will take some time to process being poz, but once you wrap your head around it, life won't look as dark as it may at the moment. You'll find happiness again. Hang in there. Life is definitely worth living. Poz and all.

I had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

The older man looked to be in his mid-forties, with a brush-cut, and thick, strong build, big white teeth; a high school football coach straight from central casting. His stride is confident, walking into the bath house like he doesn't give a shit who sees him. He walks up to the thick-glassed window and says he needs a deluxe room. He presents his driver's license and smiles as he shoves a wad of 20's through the slot. The boy he brought with him ... hot as fuck. He's athletically built, his short hair was peroxided blond with more than a hint of brass. He's a little shorter than the older man, but his muscles were well-defined, built in a weight room, sculpted on practice fields; it's all lean muscle, so there's no extra bulk to carry around the field with him. But his eyes... his eyes are distant and blank... like he was drugged or hypnotized before he was brought here. And he never says a word. He just fumbles in his black and red lacrosse shorts and eventually produces an ID that says he's old enough to enter; and it looks legit. The coach winks and puts his arm around the boy as they are buzzed through the big heavy door. As they disappear into the darkly lit chambers beyond, there's still no certainty what their relationship is. Were they actually coach and athlete? Or were they role playing? Was the boy on some sort of drug, or had he been completely conditioned to accept the will of his master? And if it was the latter, what regimen of discipline, deprivation, and punishment had led him to that state of submission? They've taken a room in the back and left the door ajar. A small group of men have gathered to watch and ... to wait. Beyond the door, a beefy man with a goatee is just finishing. His cock is buried in the boy's muscled ass and the overhang of his hairy belly smacks the small of the boy's back as he thrusts into him. The thick fingers of his hands are braced on the boy's muscled shoulders for leverage as he pumps his cock in the boy's tailpipe. He finishes with a loud grunt and shoves his cock as deep as it will go, then holds it there as he pumps his semen into the boy's waiting guts. He grunts again then pulls out, he picks up his towel from the floor and wipes off his crank with it, avoiding eye contact as he slips out the door. The older man ... coach, master, father... looks out into the hall and makes a selection. "You!" The boy is on a fuck bench, his wrists secured to the post in front of him. He is naked, of course, his shorts and mesh jersey tossed onto the floor, his skin is tanned and smooth. His well-muscled shoulders taper to his trim waist and the nice, round convex ass that was presenting itself, his pink rosebud posed invitingly above his long, smooth legs. It is almost as though a young god has been captured, bound, and laid out for the use of filthy mortal men. The blindfold serves more to hide his identity, to make him an anonymous object-of-fuck, then it does to hide the identities of his sires from him. A few sweat-streaked curls of badly dyed hair protrude around its edges. He is awake, conscious but unseeing, his expression remains fixed; he either does not care who is breeding him or is not allowed to raise an objection, and so it makes no difference if he can see them or not. The boy's ass-cheeks are muscle-hard and hairlessly smooth, the crevasse between them already slick to the touch with a mix of slick, warm lubricant and a few leftover drips of seed left behind by the bear who had used his ass already. When touched, he neither flinches, nor moans, nor tenses... he betrays no reaction at all. The coach puts his hands on either cheek and spreads them apart, displaying his hole was not quite closed, but gapes, just a little bit, as though crying out to be filled. Coach says, with sleazy, debauched pride, "Ain't that the sweetest ass you've ever seen? Popping his cherry was the fuck of a lifetime." He runs his rough white hand on the inside of the boy's muscular thigh, then back again to his ass, displaying his prize like a cut of prime beef. When he gets to the ass, he draws the cheeks apart again and shoves two fingers inside to grind the bear's load into the walls of the boy's intestines. The boy twitches as he does this, little flicks of the muscles in his back and arms. He feels what is happening to him, but makes no effort to resist or even acknowledge it. The coach shows his fingertips, glistening with moistness. "What are you waiting for, buddy?" coach asks with a wink. "Fuck that bitch." His ass has been opened up by the previous fuck, but still it resists the cock sliding into it. It takes hard pressing and concentration to get it inside, but once in, the sensation is amazing, like slipping into a warm, velvet pocket. His fuck tunnel grips the cock, but it is slick and warm and begs the cock to naturally go into motion. Each thrust is welcomed by warmth and meets just enough resistance to make for a perfect fit. As the cock continues thrusting in and out, the humanity of the body it is penetrating fades, and the boy becomes but a receptacle for lust and gratification. It's as though this muscular buck has been conquered, and his strength and power are being harvested by the man on top of him; this is what topping is all about, pumping hard cock into an ass begging to be seeded. It's as though this ass was designed to be fucked, and any other purpose would be a waste. The load builds fast because the ass just feels so fucking good, slowing down is impossible; the load demands to be put in the ass of this Adonis. It builds the balls and cockhead grow heavy and full, and when it shoots, there is recoil like firing a shotgun. Pulling out, the ass gives up the cock and it pops out, this will be a fuck to be remembered and replayed. The coach seems pleased. He rubs the boys ass vigorous, and than smacks it hard, leaving a pink mark. The boy flinches, but otherwise does not react. A black man is selected next. Not a hot black man, an older man in his late fifties. In pretty good shape for his age, but still in his late fifties. His cock was pink and purple, almost no difference in girth between the head and the shaft, like a cucumber. He slid it into the boy's pink hole and the boy uttered an almost inaudible grunt/gasp as he entered. The black man slides his cock all the way in, groaning as he pressed. The black man seems to have more trouble and keeps adjusting the boy's angle, pausing in his fuck-motions, moving the boy's ass higher, then struggling to regain his rhythm. He makes some thrusts then has to adjust again. "Hold up your ass, bitch," the coach orders. The boy arches his back. The black man grunts hard and quickly finishes up. Coach dabs his boy's ass with a towel and looks out to choose the next. He smiles like a demon, "You." The coup de grace is a tall, lean, dark young man with black hair, coppery skin, and a biohazard tattoo on his thigh. He runs his brown fingers on the round muscular ass of the boy on the fuck bench; no one can resist touching that ass. He spares a quick glance at the coach, as though asking permission. "Fuck him!" the coach orders. "Good and hard. Make sure he takes your load and don't wate a drop." The kid with the biohazard tat drops his towel and reveals a long, rigid and uncut cock with atight foreskin that almost covers the whole of the head, and drools with precum. He positions its hooded bullethead against the hole and thrusts it in with one fast smooth movement. "Shit," the brown-skinned youth says, feeling the warm grip of the boy's warm, tight tunnel around his cock. With no warm-up, he goes straight to ramming his long dark cock in-and-out, fucking the boy hard and deep, his hips becomeing a blur, his tight balls smacking at the cleft in the boy's cheeks. Concentrating, biting his lower lip, he piston-whips his nine-incher in and out of the whole. "Fuck," says the coach, observing the action with wide-eyed pleasure. He begins stroking his own uncut, beer-can cock while he watches his star player get violated well and good. For the first time, the boy shows a glimmer of awareness. the length of the cock must be too much for him, must be spearing through his sphincter and assaulting his prostate. Maybe he is subconsciously aware of the poisonous load about to be shot into him, the virus about to take over his perfect body and begin tearing it apart from the inside. Tied down, there's nothing he can do, he's at the mercy of the brown cock. It must be hurting him, his eyes, which have kept closed this whole time, become most with the tears he is holding back. Suddenly, the biohazard kid grunts and makes a final deep thrust into the boy's ass. He shudders as he cums, eyes tight shut and mouth open. "Fuck,' he says as his seed shoots into deep into the young athlete's guts. "Oh, fuck yeah," says the coach. The lean, brown boy with the biohazard tat leaves, avoiding eye contact or even looking at the coach, who moves in behind the boy and guides his big fat cock to the boy's fuckhole, pushing it in and pumping it inside to churn the loads and strains deposited in the warm, fertile receptacle of the boy's fucktube. After a few minutes, coach pulls out again and permits another entry into the room, a scruffy looking, thin and hairy thirty-something whose piercings glint in the dim light. The new man bares his cock and takes his place behind the boy. It is still early in the morning, and the boy is only four loads in, and the line outside is long.

Older black guy with a BIG dick - had me cum over to his place. I was let in by the door man and made my way up to his apartment. He met me at the door wearing boxer briefs and a black t-shirt - lead me into the bedroom where he pulled off his underwear and pulled his shirt up and back over his head revealing his erect nipples. He jumped onto the bed and spread his legs while I quickly got naked (leaving my long pull-up socks - but otherwise naked). I jumped up between his spread legs and started sucking his dick. It wasn't hard yet but it didn't take long and his cock was standing at full attention with a BIG FAT cock head. Fuckin sucked him down all the way - feeling that big head slipping back down into my throat - he fuckin' LOVED it! Grabbing the back of my head and deep throating me with his cock all while saying really nasty things about fucking my pink hole and opening me up - splitting my little pink rosebud open and depositing his cum deep up in my guts. He let me worship his big dick for some time - until he said in a low guttural voice "sit on this dick bitch". I didn't need any other encouragement and got up on my knees - facing away from him - and lowered my hungry ass back down onto his rock hard cock. It was wet and dripping from my deep throat suck job - and it found my tight opening and started pushing its way in. I felt the head slip in and then I sat back sliding that cock all the way home deep up in my guts. He leaned forward - grabbing my shoulders from behind and pushing me down on his dick "take it you piggy bitch - take it all" and then had me ride him - pushing myself up so just the head was still in and then slamming back down - long docking myself on his hard cock. We fucked like this for a several minutes - and then he pushed me off his cock - climbed off the bed and had me get on all fours with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He slid his hard cock back up in me and started fucking me doggy style - telling me to show him how I fuck myself on his dick. I started pushing back and forth on this cock - taking his cock raw and deep. After some deep fucking - he pulled back off and came back up on the bed - on his knees. I crawled over and started sucking his hard wet dick - fresh out of my freshly fucked ass - sucking him down and tasting his hard juicy dick. Then he had me spread eagle - face down - my cock pointing back down between my legs. I hitched my ass up and he climbed up on top of me and SLAMMED his cock all the way in - buried deep in my ass and went to TOWN. He had a closet that was all mirrors next to the bed - so I looked over and watched this horny man fucking my ass - riding my hard and pumping my ass with his hard dick. Raw and deep - raw and deep. Then he threw his head back and shouted out "FUCK I'M CUMMING" and he started deep pumping his cum up in my hole. His orgasm went on and on and then he collapsed on top of me - i reached back grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into me - my legs wrapping around his and begging him to stay in me. He eventually rolled off - his cock 'plopping' out of my ass - and he stood up next to the bed. I quickly slid off the bed and got on my knees in front of him - sucking and kissing his still hard dick - saying thank you for the good fuck. I dressed - chatted and joked with him a bit - and then headed off to work. His cum load is still in me and I look forward to our next fuck.

I was beside myself. I know I had admitted such a fantasy. I never once suspected my B/F would or could even try to set it up. The first guy had dumped his load inside me bare by 10 strokes which disappointed me. The next situation was entirely different. When my B/F told me that there was three guys on their way up, I thought he was fucking with my head. An hour or so later I knew better. Those three guys apparently arrived separately but once in the room, my B/F knew what HE wanted. I got tag-teamed I guess was the term. Once I heard them enter the room and him greeting them, I struggled to no result. I felt the bed then the next cock against, then into my anus. He was gentle for the first minute then got serious for the next three minutes then slowed. I thought he had cum but couldn’t tell. He climbed off and one of the others quickly took his place. I was trying to relax to the fucking which I was actually wanting and loving the feeling, but was trying to struggle due to some strange feeling of being raped. Apparently the second guy got some real excitement out of my struggles and unloaded inside me after about five minutes. He slammed his cock deep inside me and held it there for a solid minute or so. I was watching the bedside clock. He mumbled something about loving my ass and hoped I enjoyed getting his cum. I don’t know if it was the first guy next or the third guy but I felt no pain whatsoever as the next cock slid into me and started stroking. By then I had finally begun to relax to the situation. I knew I was going to get fucked and bred by people I didn’t know or would even see because of my B/F and I had absolutely no choice in the matter. I measured my own breathing finally, accepted and began to enjoy the feel of a strange cock sliding in and out of my ass for the first time that evening. I felt him slowly ramp up his stroking and ask my B/F if he could really cum in me. “Load him up!” was the reply. He kept stroking but at a slower pace. When he stopped, he waited then pulled out slowly. By now I was ready for any number of cocks. “Breed me! Fuck Me!” I would have screamed, but the penis gag prevented that. I should have been alarmed when I felt something warm spreading slowly down my scrotum. I knew that was his load oozing out. How many more was I going to get was my next silent question. Then, suddenly, my previous question was answered. That last guy was the first guy. The third guy surprised me by being large enough that I felt his entry despite my feeling of having been fucked sloppy. The third guy was significantly larger than the first two or my B/F. His entry should have or probably would have hurt if he had been the first one. As it was, it was uncomfortable for about the first ten or so strokes. After that I almost felt orgasmic and nearly did when he leaned close after about 10 minutes and told me he was going to cum in my ass then laughed while doing it and telling me that I couldn’t do anything about it. The warm feeling spreads down my scrotum again after feeling him climb off the bed. I figured my ass wouldn’t be much good for anyone else for the rest of the planned ordeal. I felt someone climb on the bed and start feeling my legs up and down. I hadn’t paid much attention so I assumed it was the next guy. As I felt the male figure starting to lay on top of me I heard my B/F whispering in my ear, telling me that he’s horny as hell from watching me getting fucked. I felt him enter me. I was hoping he was about to give me his cum which he did. He kissed my neck and got off of me and the bed. I managed to turn my head to see him pick his phone up. He tapped the screen several times then started telling me that he has to go home but he hoped I would have a good time. He said he was posting the entry code to the room in the ad and he would be back late Sunday evening or early Monday.

Was chilling on the couch watching TV last night when around 11pm I got a text from my horny neighbor (HN) again. Up4fun? he asked. Does a bear shit in the woods? Went downstairs and saw another guy, buttnaked. Peter, one of his FBs from up north staying for the weekend. Not my type at all but he was sporting a rock hard erection. A veiny 7"or so. Bottom/vers (bottom only for HN of course) but apparently in vers mode.I saw cum on his inside leg. HN pointed to the bedroom. Porn playing on the TV, bottle of Scotch and a selection of poppers. Bed was a mess and the room smelled of sex and poppers. What I expected to be quick fuck by HN turned into a 3way orgy. Can't remember how many times I got fucked or how many loads I took or how much cock I sucked but it must have been plenty. Staggered back upstairs to bed around 04.00, drunk on scotch, still high on poppers and with a throbbing headache and sore ass. Passed out in my bed. But I do remember they promised more this weekend if I was up for it? Stupid question :-) Didn't have that much fun in a while, much better than a quick pump and dump. Had cleaned earlier as I was hoping for a Friday night fuck and wanted to be ready, but this was much more than expected.

An unusually busy week continued tonight with 3 loads, giving me 9 for the week (possibly a personal record). First up was an occasional fuck-bud. I was sleepy and just wanted to get fucked, so I headed to his place and he obliged. He's 40-something, stocky with a really fat cock, and he pounded me so hard toward the end that the bed was shaking the wall and rattling the mirrors hanging on the opposite side of the room. I was exhausted by the time he shot his load in me, but it felt great at the end. I got home and saw another message from a really cute 20-year-old I'd been chatting with from time to time. Turns out he had just gotten off work and had a bad day, and he was just a mile away from my house, so I headed over to his place for a first-time encounter. He was fucking hot. Amazing smile, beautiful body, and a 10-inch dick (no lie) that made my mouth water. We started making out and chatting a little first, and he told me that he had been a go-go boy since about 17, and he was looking to get back into the business. He said the downside was that his cock was about 6 inches long when he was soft, and so he couldn't wear anything too skimpy. Of course, that made me think all sorts of fun things, so I was rock hard and ready to play. His profile mentioned "safe only", and as he was on top of me he mentioned that he didn't have lube, and I hadn't brought any. I told him to use spit, so he spit on my hole and on his cock and shoved in raw, but very gently. This kid was amazing for his age: Very gentle, considerate, and of course super hot. We try a couple of positions before I end up on my back again, and he finally cums and actually whimpers as he shoots in my ass. We make out a little more and have more small talk in bed before I head out, considering he has to be at work again in 6 hours. We promise to do this again. This kid is definitely on my A-list now. At this point, my ass is exhausted, and my body is exhausted, so I come home to crash into bed, then check my messages online. One of my favorite fuck buds has hit me up and says that for a change, he can host. He's just finished cleaning a church and wants me to come meet him there. He's 25, black, great body, huge dick, loves BB. Any other location, I'd say no. But I've never fucked in a church, and the idea sounds kinky enough to make my tired dick spring up again. So I head over, he lets me in and guides me to a room that he says is used as a dressing room by the choir before every Sunday service. I remembered to bring my lube this time, so he lubes up, then lubes my ass, then glides in while I'm bent over a couch in this dressing room. His screen name is something like "11-inch-monster", and even though i've been with him 5 or 6 times now, every time is a challenge. His cock rips up my ass every time, and this time is no different. I had to stop twice just to readjust and try to handle the length of his cock. Finally I got in a good position so that he could get a good rhythm and finish up, finally flooding my ass with his load. My ass was so sore and raw at this point that his cum actually had a burning sensation on my raw skin. Even now as I type, I realize that tomorrow my ass will be sore and in pain. But all in all a fun night, and another 3-load night. I can only assume that Saturday will be productive, too.

I'm a SLUT.....shameless n blameless!!!!!

Took a couple loads from some anons.in bonny old london. Wonder if they had the bug? pics attached. My ass post breeding.

I hate it when guys come into my room to use my hole and they close the door. i want the whole world to see what a cum dump I am. Willing to take any raw cock and load.

Part 1... Crap. The guy I had spent the last 30 minutes trading messages with on Grindr had turned out to be just a flake. Messages back and forth about how he is really horny and wants me to come over, he and his buddy will both fuck me, blah blah blah. When I ask him for a location, however, his profile disappears. Blocked. Two days in Edinburgh and I was as horny as hell. I swear Edinburgh seemed to be in the running for bottom capital of the country. The night before had been a bust as well. Up until well after 1AM hoping to find find a horny top but the only guys who seemed to respond were other bottoms. And, as a confirmed bottom myself, that was just not working for me. There seemed to be lots of tops available in Glasgow but that was 40 or 50 miles away. The alarm, merciless as ever, had still gone off at 7:30 and I had dragged myself out of bed. Now at almost noon, I was tired, frustrated, and horny. My meetings had completed and I had checked out of the hotel earlier… but I was hanging in a quiet corner just off the main lobby trolling Grindr and BBRT hoping for a change of luck. I’ve been married to an amazing guy for over two years now but our sex life had pretty much run dry after the first year. Seven year itch? Bullshit… I had made it a bit over two years before I cheated. An anonymous hookup, the feeling a cock inside me, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop since. Maybe monogamy just doesn’t work for gays… or maybe that is just an excuse. I don’t know. I was about to log out and give up for today though… I had a long drive ahead of me to get home… and at that moment the message came in. “Hi. Can you accom?” It read. I didn’t even have a chance to reply before a second message hit. “I need to unload. Free now?” This was followed by a picture of a beautiful fat cock. I glanced at his profile. Mid-30’s (several years younger than me), 6 foot something (several inches taller than me), shaved head. “Can’t accommodate, checked out of my hotel earlier. But would love to help you unload.” I replied and named the hotel. I only paused a moment before I sent my face picture. “Fuck. Can’t host either.” There was a pause, then “Need an ass to unload in.” This was followed by a body shot…clothed but the firm chest and tight stomach were clearly visible. I scrolled back up to the first picture… I wanted to worship that fat cock. No. I needed to worship that fat cock. Another message from him. “Really need to seed an ass. Up for a toilet?” I am no saint. In my younger years I was a regular in bathhouses and saunas, in bookstores and video stores with booths and gloryholes, and seedy bars with backrooms. One thing I have never done was hook up in a public toilet. “Sounds hot.” I admitted. “But risky.” The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in a public restroom. If my bosses found out I would probably lose my job… and if my husband found out i would lose him as well. A moment later another message arrived. “I know a nice quiet toilet. Close to you.” He mentioned a department store and the floor where to meet. “Keep looking at your pics.” I said. “Feeling really tempted.” “Just meet me there. You can suck me dry. Quick, no fucking. Less risky.” After the hours of sexual frustration I had endured the night before and dealing with the flake earlier, it was great to be the object of someones attention. I felt my willpower slip away. “I can be there in 10 minutes.” I messaged. “Great. On my way.” He replied. I took my tablet to my car and secured it in the boot. Then hurried to the appointed location. As I headed up in the escalators in the building, I realised I had never seen a face pic. Turned out not to be an issue though. On reaching the appointed floor, I saw a tall man in a suit, with a shaved head and a lean and firm body browsing the shelves nearby. He looked at me, smiled, and gave me a wink. I had found my man. I looked around but did not see the toilets. The tall man was still browsing the shelves. I guess he was waiting for me to go in… but I had no idea where to go. I noticed a cute, and clearly gay, twink manning a nearby desk so, in desperation, I asked him to point me to the toilets. He didn’t even look up but pointed me in the right direction. Just the other side of my hookup. The tall man probably thought i was some kind of idiot… but it was not my mind I wanted him to worry about. I passed him again, giving him a quick smile, and walked into the men’s toilet. It seemed empty. As I’ve said, I’ve never hooked up in a toilet before and I was unsure what the protocol was. I washed my hands to give myself an excuse to be in the room. I waited for another minute or two but my hook up did not come in. Had he changed his mind? I wondered. Did he get annoyed when i wandered around for a couple minutes? Had I broken some protocol by going into the toilet first? I decided to check and see if he was still in the store near the toilet. I stepped out of the toilet… and he brushed by me going in. Crap. Now he must really think me an idiot. I made a pretence of looking at the shelves for a moment or two then, in what I hoped was a subtle moved, slipped back into the toilet. After a moment one of the stalls opened slightly and my hookup looked out… I breathed a sigh of relief and slipped inside and he closed the door behind me. Part 2... For just a moment I considered the stall was just big enough for the two of us but otherwise it almost seemed like it had been designed for gay hookups back in the sixties or seventies. . The walls and door ran from ceiling to floor (making the encounter private), and a window on the wall opened slightly to let in fresh air (allowing just enough noise to cover the sounds of a guy getting his dick sucked). All this flashed through my mind in a split second. Then the stranger opened his fly and his cock popped out. I was on my knees without thinking. My heart was racing. The risk, my doubts, my fears. All that was there but subsumed by the cock in front of me. Six inches, thick, uncut. A faint masculine scent as I opened my mouth and his slipped inside. I heard him sigh contentedly above me and I felt that flash of pride that every bottom feels when they know their top is pleased. I began to work his cock. In and out of my mouth, playing with the thick head then sliding down the shaft deeper into my mouth. Gazing up at him as he looked down at me, his body looming above me. My hands fumbled into his shirt, brushing his hard stomach, sliding up to his nips and teasing them until they were hard. I moved my hands to his back, pulling him slightly into me, giving him my unspoken permission to thrust into my mouth. I stifled my gag reflex as he entered my throat. “Good boy” He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. “You like sucking that cock don’t you?” With my mouth stuffed I could only moan quietly. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I could hear someone come in. My heart froze. I did my best to be quiet, but the cock in my mouth began thrusting harder. The tall man didn’t say anything but seemed to be trying to make me moan or choke and be heard. I could distantly hear someone piss into one of the urinals and then heard them leave. My heart was still racing but i focused on the thick cock in my mouth. I didn’t stop or try to slow him down… he felt so good and I loved his taste and smell. Any guilt over my betrayal of my husband and out marriage was lost in the heat and excitement. He smirked above me. “Yeah… look at you. On your knees sucking a cock in a public toilet. Getting off on almost getting caught. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything, just kept working his cock. He gripped my chin and tilted my face so I was looking up towards him face. “I asked you a question. Tell me you are a dirty slut.” I pulled his cock from my mouth. “Yeah mate. I’m a dirty slut.” “I’m not your mate. You are here to take my load like a common whore.” I nodded. With him towering over me, dominating me, and with the thrill and risk of getting caught, I felt so turned on. I was putty in his hands. “Get up, I’m going to fuck you.” he whispered. We had agreed oral only but I was too far gone. It was not in my power to say no. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall as I stood. He turned me around to face the back wall of the stall and pulled my underwear down. His hand on my back pushed and I bent forward, offering up my ass to him. No mention of a condom. No discussion of status. I hadn’t brought lube and neither, apparently, had he. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and a gob of his spit landed on my sphincter and then another. His cockhead circled my hole, coating itself in his spit. And then it found it’s mark. He was thick and my ass resisted despite my wanting his cock. He was determined, however, and my resistance was in vain. He gripped my left hip with one hand, holding me steady, and his right hand guided his thick cock and he forced his way inside my hole. I could suppress the cry of pain. “Come on, bitch. Take that cock.. you know you want it.” I did want it. I pushed back into his fuck and he slipped further inside. My hole relaxed and surrendered to him completely. He started thrusting hard, in and out, and my ragged breath seemed to echo through the toilet. The bathroom door opened again. I struggled to keep quiet, biting my knuckles to stop from groaning out load… but the risk of getting caught only seemed to excite my top even more. He thrust his entire shaft in and out of my hole until he was balls deep. Surely anyone in the bathroom could hear the slap of his thighs against my ass now? In the end, whoever was out there was either enjoying what they could hear or was too naive to figure it out. It seemed like forever but who ever was in the bathroom finally left and I allowed myself to breathe and grunt as the tall man slammed his dick all the way inside. He was not patient or gentle… and i did not want him to be. I wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be seeded like the slut that I am. I didn’t need to touch my own dick. I was here for his cock and for his load. His pleasure, his release, was pleasure enough for me. “Getting close. Gonna seed your pussy. You want that?” “Yeah.” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Give it to me. Give me that load. “Gonna load you up good. Gonna ruin you.” Maybe I should have realised what he was saying. I mean we all know the risks. But I didn’t care. “Fuck yeah… give it to me!” His breathing was ragged now and his thrusts hectic. I felt him grip my thighs and bury himself deep inside… “Here it comes then… take my toxic load. I’m going to POZ your ass.” And then he was cumming. I was lost in that glorious feeling of a cock throbbing inside your hole, of cum filling you up. I understood what he was saying, what it meant, but the words just washed over me. He pulled out. He turned me back around and pushed me down to my knees again. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth and deep into my throat. I could feel him throb again, firing the last shots down into my stomach. At last the throbbing stopped. I pulled back and cleaned his cock with my tongue. I savoured the taste of my own hole on his cock and the salty traces of the last of his load. He slipped his cock back into his pants and straightened his clothes. I looked up at him adoringly and he looked down at me with contempt. “What a dumb slut. You are nothing but a common toilet tramp.” He said with a sneer. “Enjoy the virus, bitch.” He slipped out of the stall without another word. He had used me and was done with me. But we both had gotten what we wanted. Once I heard him leave the bathroom, I got off my knees and sat on the toilet. I fingered my hole and could feel his cum dripping out of me. His POZ cum. I licked my finger savouring his taste again. I wondered if his bug would take and if I would, in fact, end up POZ. How would that affect my husband? Our marriage? I could feel my guilt rising. What had I done? But I also felt something else. Desire. I liked being used. The idea that my ass was dripping POZ cum thrilled me. After a few minutes, I got dressed and walked back to my car. I pulled out my tablet. Surely there was time to find one more load before I headed for home? Surely there was one more top, maybe another POZ top, looking to unload in Edinburgh? - END -

As a bottom who takes any load I can get, yet i'm still neg, this is my fantasy that I truly want to live out sometime. I want to find a guy, a rough poz top who I can hire for somethign like a thousand bucks to help me set up an all night BB gang bang. He will tie me into a sling or down to a bed, blindfold me and invite as many tops (preferably poz tops) to breed me all night long in both holes. And I want a lot of the men to be black men, I LOVE black cock! But first, after I'm tied down tight, he wraps his fingers in sand paper and fingers my hole a few times to roughen up my pussy until it's bleeding slightly. I want thiss done for 2 reasons: 1) so that all the poz loads I take all night have a great chance of giving me the gift. 2) and this is the one I love, my ass will hurt like a mother from the sandpaper with every stroke of every cock! I want this because I want it to be a night I NEVER forget, and the extra pain each cock gives me will be an awesome thing! And the guy helping me set it up is instructed to ignore me and tell men to fuck me harder if I whine or beg them to stop. I want them to verbally abuse me the entire time, and degrade me in every way. Everyone is allowed to take photos of me sucking their cocks, drinking their piss or sucking their asses clean, taking cum facials, etc. and they can post me at any porn site they want. This is a fantasy that I TRULY want to live out, i'm just looking for the right guy to hire to help me set it up and to find men to do me and he can't be soft-hearted because if I beg and cry, I don't want them to stop fucking me until the next day. I can travel to do this. Is this a crazy fantasy? I really do want to do this. Here are photos of me being fucked, I'm certainly not camera shy. Lots more of me at my blog: http://vintageporngay.blogspot.com/

Meeting Justin Saturday Morning, I woke to Rob’s snoring. Letting him sleep in from the fuck Chris had joined us for the night before, I quietly got showered and ready for a day with Justin. As I left for breakfast, I texted Justin to see if he was awake yet. “Hey Justin, What you want to do today?” “Not sure, just woke up.” Came his reply a few minutes later. “Getting Breakfast now, I could head down to Georgetown after; give you a bit more time to wake up.” “Cool. Can meet you at the Corner of M and Wisconsin.” “Sounds good, will text when I am on my way.” I ate my breakfast, then headed out to catch the bus down to Georgetown. I texted Justin when I was on the bus, and knew about when I’d get there. When I got off the bus, I recognized him immediately from his online pics. We greeted each other, and then he took me on a tour of Georgetown, and area of DC I had yet to explore. After some time looking in shops at stuff I could never afford, I suggested we find some lunch. Justin took me to a cheesesteak place, and we got our food to go. We sat in a park overlooking the Key bridge and the Potomac river as we ate. While we ate, since it was just the two of us, I figured now was the time to start my conversion of Justin to a cumdump. “Thanks for a nice morning,” I said between bites of my sandwich, “Georgetown sure is a cool area.” “Yea, this is why I chose to go to school here, that a to get away from my family.” Justin replied. “Why did you want to get away from your family? I know I was glad to get out here and on my own so that I could finally be free to have sex without worrying about Mom walking in on me.” “Yea, kinda the same here. My parents are very religious and if they ever found out I was Gay they would kill me. I was so tired of hiding it. I think my girlfriend knew something was up since I never wanted to do anything with her, always using the excuse of wanting to save myself for my wedding day.” “Well, now you are here, away from them so you can be who you want to be, have sex with who you want, and how you want it.” “But that’s just it, I’m here and sort of free, but since I am still under their health insurance, I really can’t be who I want to be.” “What do you mean? Who do you really want to be Justin?” Justin paused and munched on his sandwich for a while, I didn’t push him, knowing that he would come out with it when he was ready, and my cock grew hard in my shorts. It was a good thing I had worn a jock today or I would have been setting up quite a tent. I just sat back and also worked on finishing up my sandwich. “If I tell you something, can you promise not to laugh at me or hate me for it?” Justin finally spoke up after finishing his sandwich. “Buddy, I don’t think I would hate you or laugh no matter what you said.” “OK,” he said looking me straight in the eye “I really want to let loose, let every guy fuck me raw and dump their cum in me. I don’t want to worry about catching anything; I just want my ass full of cum from man after man.” “Dude, I feel the same way! In fact, I never worry about catching something; and if I do, there is a free clinic that can help out. I was just in there a few weeks ago for a check, everything came back just as I expected, and No meds for me.” I told him with a smile and a reassuring hand on the shoulder. Sure I had kinda lied to him, but once he opened up fully with his desires, I think he’d be asking me for my toxic loads and letting Dad and Dave pump him full of their family makers too. “So when you have sex with other guys you don’t use condoms and don’t worry that you will catch something form them?” “Since I moved to DC, none of the cocks that I have let fuck me have had a condom on them, and I have let the guys fill me with their cum. And When I have topped, I have not used a condom and shot my loads inside them.” “God, that sounds so hot! I really want to feel a cock slide into me without a condom, I want to feel cum in my ass.” I knew there was more coming as he looked down at the ground before he continued. “What I really want is some stuff I was reading about on the internet, I want a Poz guy to fuck me and shoot in me, I want to be bred by a guy, not really caring if I end up with hiv or not, to really let go.” “Dude, that is exactly how Rob and I feel; actively wanting guys who are poz to fuck you and breed you is called chasing. Is that what you mean?” “Yea, I guess. I just think that if I got it, then I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. But at the same time I am so afraid that my parents will find out and then my life would be over. Know what I mean?” “Sure do buddy,” I said placing my hand on his thigh, “I used to worry about what my mom would think if she found out I was gay, but when I did come out to her, it was not what I expected. She was actually quite accepting and my fears were just that, my fears. But as to wanting to be Poz, I felt the exact same way and so did Rob, and we have found out that several of the guys on our team feel the same way, they want to become poz and then spread it. Make our team a family, kinda, all joined by being Poz together.” “Really? A bunch of hot athletes all want to become Poz? That is not something I would have imagined in a thousand years.” “Yep, it was the love of becoming Poz that started Rob and I to fucking each other, because Like I said, I have a thing for older guys. Guess some shrink would say that it comes from never knowing my Dad.” “So, have you had the chance to take any Poz loads?” “Yea, I have taken a few. And wouldn’t mind taking a few more from those hot Daddies Ryan and Dave.” “I get so Boned over their images, and have jacked off to the idea of them both fucking me and shooting their poz seed into me, making me one of their sons. Ryan told me they have a bunch of guys they have knocked up they call their sons.” “Yea, he told me the same thing. Hey, I have an idea. How about I see if they are online and we both go get fucked by them. Would be safer if we both were there to protect each other in case they were psychos or something.” “What could it hurt? Might finally fulfill my fantasy, and having a buddy there will keep me from chickening out.” “Cool, let’s see if they are online.” I opened up one of the apps I knew Dad was always on, and sure enough there he was. I texted him through the app that me and a buddy were interested in meeting up. His reply came back saying that he and Dave would be home around 4 if we were still interested then, to reply back. I passed the Info on to Justin and asked what we should do to kill the time. He suggested that maybe he could show me his Campus and Dorm. Again, I was glad to be wearing the jock, as my cock sprang back to attention thinking of being the first to unload in his ass. I readily agreed and we headed up the hill to the Campus of Georgetown University. The campus tour was nice, but the place I really wanted to see was Justin’s Bed. Justin paused as we walked up to a modern looking building on the edge of a campus loaded with old buildings. “And this is my Dorm. If you want, we can go see my room. Maybe my roommate won’t be in.” “Sounds good to me.” I replied, giving his hand a squeeze before we headed in. No one was seated at the security desk, and we quickly went to the nearest stairwell, Justin took the lead, and I watched his ass move in the tight jeans he was wearing as we quickly walked up to the third floor. He lead me down the corridor to a room with two name tags on it: Justin and Christian. The Door opened just as we got close, and a rather cute guy came out. Justin said hi, and he replied back. Justin asked him what was up, and he said he was off to meet some friends for some Football. After he had taken off down the corridor, Justin invited me in, and told me that was his Roommate Christian. I told him I understood why he lusted after him, he was quite good looking. “Yea, too bad he’s Straight.” Justin said as he cleared off a spot on his bed to sit. We both sat on the bed, and just looked around the room for a few minutes. I knew he was not going to make the first move, so I placed my hand on his thigh and leaned over to kiss him. He responded to the kiss, and began to kiss me back, his hormones taking over and all his pent up frustration came out in a kiss that lacked practice, but more than made up for it in enthusiasm. My hand slid up his leg and grabbed his stiffening cock through the denim and he moaned in pleasure. I knew then that I would have his ass and be the first guy to unload in him, and he’d not know he was taking poz cum till it was deep in him.

So true! But then again, this is easy to say if you're not one of the parties involved. If you were the boy's mother, you'd probably have none of it. I would hazard that imagining her Little Sunshine on his back, legs spread, exposing his underaged boyhole, begging a stranger to fuck and breed him, is something no mother in the world would do if she could possibly avoid it.

My master wrote "Useless" right above my cock before we went to a sex party.

One of the best story I have ever red here. Sure, it deserves to be continued. We will read that's following with pleasure.

My husband was telling me how he plans to whore my ass out in New Orleans next weekend while he was fucking me tonight.

I had a top that got off on ass to mouth, and I'll do anything to please my top, so I performed ass to mouth for him several times. I was a little put off the first time until I saw how much it got him off. After that, I started enjoying it too just because I knew how much he wanted it.

i love sucking my tops cock after he's been fucking my asshole. huge turn-on. I think it makes tops very happy and hornier to get a nice deep throat on their cock after having fucked a sweet ass. it's a great way to change pace. just so long as it goes back inside my fuckhole after i've had a chance to suck his hard bone. as far as getting my ass eaten after a top's been fucking me...perfect. makes me wetter and so horned for more of his dick inside me

Here are some of my favs Breeding and creampie in the woods http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=AXUJ2-G690-#.VCX-HyldWRM First load in his ass http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=cIpHx-G492-#.VCX-myldWRM Dumping a load in Sydney http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=E60Xd-G393-#.VCX_VSldWRM

hooked up with a bear from growlr. He came by my hotel room and within a minute or two we were both naked and I was sucking on his big dick....I mean it was big as in wide. After sucking his dick for a couple of minutes, he flipped me on all fours and ate out my ass. He slid his cock into my ass with just spit and I swore he was slitting my ass open. He did pull out and put on some lube. He slid back in and fucked. He then had me sit on his cock which went in deep and felt incredible. He then had me on my back with my feet to his check and he slid back into me. In a couple of minutes he was banging that cock in my ass and shot a huge load in my hole. He stopped thrusting and I could feel his cock throbbing and growing in thickness as he shot his seed in me. I later went out with a friend for drinks with that load in my ass....loved it. Hope to get more loads while here in Vegas this weekend.

great story. both the risk of being caught and getting the poz load had me boned big time

I'll admit - when I was that age, I was that kid. We didn't have Grindr and I was lucky enough to have a family member that hooked me up. I loved it and yes, more than one of my educators bred me. It was amazing. So keep in mind there are plusses for horny boys like us. I'm not advocating, just adding 2 cents.

I can't wait to use dark rooms more. Love the fact some troll can be breeding me with me knowing. Gloryholes are already one of my favorite things. Guys just drop by and give me there loads

You seem well thought out on this, but I also wonder how much thought you have given to his reactions, long term. I know two guys that tested poz, and ended up infecting their partner of the time, and neither relationship lasted. Part of it was the fact that they were very awkward about the fact they infected someone else, even when their partner accepted and was okay with it. On that note you have to be aware that there is a good chance you guys won't be together forever. I am not trying to be pessimistic, but that is reality. For you right now, I would say cool it on any sexual activity until you get a firm diagnosis on your condition. If you are actually neg, just go on PrEP, its literally almost foolproof taken correctly, and there is no reason you cant have a great sexual relationship if he is poz,and you end up still neg. if you eng up poz, start meds ASAP, and get your BF on them too. Its been shown to be the best course of action now, and it will drastically reduce the chance of infecting anyone else if you play bare. You are understanding about this, but many people are not, and infecting someone else, can be illegal, and can also be a quick way to a terrible reputation in a community.

You two are terribly sweet. It's great to see a couple supporting each other this way at a time that could be a huge stress on your relationship. I wish you all the best. sabercumreaver, I don't think going on PrEP would show any lack of willingness. You have publicly declared your willingness. The problem is even if you are still neg is that mtncumboy is at his most infectious right now. You two might have to back off on your getting bred until you are on the meds which I can't imagine you really want to do. Of course, both of you just letting go and letting him poz you up is a romantic option. It's just a lifetime commitment, so make sure it's what you want.

After everyone left work for the night I snuck a guy I had met on A4A in the back door. I pulled his pants down and felt those huge balls. They need to be released so I didn't hesitate. I put his six inch cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. His cock had a huge mushroom head and he moaned every time I stuck my tongue down its hole. Mmmmmhmmmmm. I dropped my pants, got into position, and lubed up. He came up behind me and stuck the head of his cock in me. Slowly to make sure I could handle it. I did!!! And then I took the rest of him in. He fucked me good and came all up in my ass. I even had him stay inside me for a minute to make sure I got all of it. I think I will let him tuck me again. For sure!!!

You're in a darkroom, who cares? Who's going to judge you- the other guys in the darkroom doing the same things?

I tend to agree. A 15-year-old today is not the same as a 15-year-old back in 1963. They're maturing faster, they're experimenting earlier, and they're getting a lot bolder. I doubt it'll happen in a red state like Texas, but state legislatures really do need to take a look at legal age of consent and see if it's time to adjust to today's reality.

I am a pretty adventurous guy. Love scat (t & , ws, fisting, cum (lots of it!), taboo...

I wish my teacher fucked me;)

I was at Slammers in LA a couple months ago. After sticking my cock through the gloryholes a little and getting my cock hard, I made my way to the dark room. It was pretty crowded and hot and sweaty, with quite a bit of action going on around me. Needing some hole, I made way over to the fuck bench, where there were two bottoms ass up, both getting fucked. When the top fucking the guy on the left came, I moved over and took his place, stick my hard dick inside the bottom. I could tell his hole was FULL of cum. It squirted out around my cock and coated my dick as I pounded him. After a couple minutes of fucking, the top fucking the guy on the right shot a load, pulled out, and left. Since no one immediately moved over to take his place, I pulled out of the guy I was fucking and stuck my cock in the other bottom. He was also really full of cum. After a minute or two, I decided to switch back to the other bottom. As soon as I pulled out of the bottom on the right and entered the bottom on the left, a guy who had been watching came over and felched the bottom I had just pulled out of. I could hear and see and smell that the guy then pushed out a bunch of cum into the felcher's mouth. The felcher moaned in appreciation. He then stood up and suddenly kissed me, spilling the mouthful of cum that he had just received into my mouth. I swallowed, but some dribbled down my neck and chest. The felcher then knelt down and started licking my cock as it went in and out of the bottom I was fucking. I pulled out for a minute and he started felching the bottom -- who right then pushed out a huge load of cum into the felcher's mouth. And you guessed it -- the felcher stood up and kissed me, swapping another mouth load of cum into my mouth. This load was even bigger than the other and the felcher and I were soon coated in cum, sweat, spit, ass juice and lube as we made out. By this time, I was done and thrust back deep into the bottom and shot my load. I pulled out and the felcher and BOTH bottoms cleaned my cock with their tongues. By this point, there was a big crowd watching, and the bottoms returned to their positions to take more loads. The felcher and I left the dark room. I ended up bringing him back to my hotel, and I fucked him all night. He told me that he couldn't believe how much cum each of the bottoms had in his ass, but he loved knowing that it was multiple loads from multiple tops, all churned together in their rectums, pushed into his mouth, transferred to my mouth, and finally coming to rest in my stomach. So nasty. So hot. So slutty.

The Problem of Justin The next afternoon, Wednesday, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. I opened it and it was from Justin. “Hey Tom, Hope I am not interrupting anything. Justin here from last night.” “Nope, just left my last class of the day, and have a bit of time to kill before practice.” “Cool, I really got hard with our discussion last night. I was wondering if you could tell me more about how it feels to have a cock without a condom on inside you.” I smiled as I re-read the second text. I think I had him almost willing to take bare cock now, the hard part was going to be convincing him to take Poz bare cock. “Sure, what did you want to know exactly? Kinda hard to describe in texts.” “Well, does it feel different than with a condom? That’s all I really know.” “Oh yea, so much better! And my roommate tells me that he loves the feel of my uncut cock sliding into his ass without a condom on. When I top, I know it feels SOOO much better, I can really feel the heat of the guy’s ass on my cock.” “Cool. Guess I need to find someone I trust to try it with then. J” “Yea, trust is important with bare sex. Hey, you got time this weekend to meet up? Can be near you or up here near me.” “Can I let you know later this week? Gotta see what classwork I have.” “Sure, not much going on for me. We are still months out from meets, so Practices are only Monday thru Thursday.” “Cool. Well, thanks for responding and will talk to you later.” “Later Justin.” I now knew I had him on the bareback sex, the next step would be to convince him that taking Poz loads would be ok. That was going to be the harder hurdle. Well, I would ask Rob if he had any ideas and see what we could come up with. I really wanted to make Dad proud of me for getting him another Boy to knock up. Even though I knew he was having sex with other guys, and that there had been guys before me, I think that I hold a very special place with him since I am not only his Poz son, but also his biological son. Friday morning I got a text from Justin as Rob and I were relaxing in bed trying to get the energy to get up for Friday classes. Chris has come over after practice the night before and we had both given him two more poz loads as well as both getting a load from him each. If he didn’t watch it, he would soon be joining us in the Poz Wrestlers club. “Hey Tom” Justin said “Hey buddy, gonna have time to meet this weekend?” “Yea, looks like it. Want to come hang around in Georgetown?" “Sure. I’ll text you when I wake up and we can figure where to meet then. Sounds good?” “Great! Look forward to meeting you.” “Same here.” “So,” Rob asked, “Who’s texting so early on a Friday morning?” “This guy Justin who my Daddies want to fuck. He was safe only, and I think I got him to the point where he’ll take a cock bare, but he is afraid he might catch something. I need to try to convince him that it would just be better to poz up and then he can be the cumdump he was meant to be.” “Hmm, sounds like a tough nut to crack. Is he into younger guys, or just older guys?” “I think mostly older guys, though I think he is so horny right now that he’d take any cock that would fuck him. I told him about us, and he said he wished he could get his roommate to fuck him.” “Well, we do have a special arrangement don’t we” Rob said with a smile and a quick peck on the lips. “Speaking of Special arrangements, my cock could really use some relief right now in your ass.” “Only if I get some relief in yours after.” I replied with a smile. Rob moved on top of me and we began to kiss as our cocks grew between us. Soon he slid his cock into my ass, and pounded away for about 5 minutes and then shoved all the way in as he sprayed my insides with his morning load. Once his cock began to soften, he pulled out and straddled me, sliding my rock hard cock into his ass. I let him adjust, then flipped us over and pounded his hole viciously till I felt my load rising. Just before I shot, I pushed all the way in and let my cum shoot into the deepest parts of Rob’s ass. I shot for about a minute till I knew that I had completely unloaded in him. I slowly pulled out as we kissed again. “Ok, We should go get breakfast and think more on your little cumwhore in the making.” Rob said as he rolled off the bed. We grabbed sweats and tees, forgoing underwear as usual. Slipping on flip flops, we headed out to the dining hall. We chatted about various ideas on getting Justin to willingly take poz loads, and came up with a couple of directions for me to direct him towards; the big thing would come when I met with him and would see how he responded to some of them. After Breakfast, we headed back to the room, got ready for the day, and went our separate ways.

Dad and Dave ask for Tom’s assistance. Tom was not the only boy on our radar for the new school year, but once we had met and we learned the truth of his parentage, it did change the idea of what our relationship was going to be. Rather than the typical convert and move on, he became a part of our family. It also helped that he was a chaser who would become a breeder, and had a ready supply of young college boys at his doorstep. But then, thanks to all the websites and apps out there, we had plenty lined up that were just boys to be bugged up and then sent on their ways. When Justin contacted us about meeting up and fucking, we had just found out that Tom and Rob had been charged up and were going to start spreading around our family bug. The only problem with Justin was that he wanted to play safe only, and our goal was to pass on our DNA and make sure it kept spreading. Since Justin and Tom were the same age, I came up with the idea that we Get Tom to convince Justin to let us bug him up. The next time Tom was over for dinner and fucking, I figured I would bring up the idea with him. “Tom, Dave and I have a favor to ask of you. You can say no, but I am sure you will be glad to help us out with this one.“ I said to him as Dave cleared the dishes from the table. “Sure Dad, you know I would do anything for you.” Tom said. “We had another boy contact us about fucking him, but he wants us all to play safe. Dave and I have stealthed guys before, and if what I have in mind fails, then we will stealth this boy too.” I began “I will give you his screen name, and I want you to befriend him. Once you befriend him, I want you to start planting the idea of getting bugged up into his mind. Convince him that it is hot and worth it to become a cum slut and take poz loads.” “Dad, I'll be more than happy to help you and Dave with this. I think that all boys should be like me and willing to take poz daddy cum and convert so they can be true cum sluts. Speaking of which, I have a hole here that needs some daddy dick in it, and then lots of daddy cum to keep it sated. It’s hot breeding the other boys at school, but I really want you both more than them. “ I was boned from the idea of my son helping us to convert another boy to our poz family, so I motioned him over to me. Tom dropped between my legs and took my hard cock out of my shorts and began to suck it. As he sucked on my cock, he stripped off his pants and began to play with his hole, getting it ready for the night. Dave stripped off his pants as he returned from the kitchen and knelt behind our son. Dave’s tongue took over for Tom’s fingers and soon Tom was moaning around my rock hard cock. As soon as his hole was wet with Dave’s spit, Dave got up on his knees and slid his cock into Tom’s hole. Tom moaned in pleasure as Dave’s balls hit his ass, and his cock stretched his hole out. I pulled my cock from Tom’s lips and helped both my boys to stand up with Dave’s cock still firmly planted in Tom’s ass. We all quickly got to the bedroom and Dave fell down onto his back with Tom on top of him and his cock still buried in Tom. Tom’s legs went up giving me access to his hole, and I quickly slid my entire length into his hole alongside Dave. Tom’s hole was nice and lose from the workout he gave it regularly, but with both our cocks in there, it was as tight as a glove. I began to thrust, and soon was giving his hole a real pounding. “Yeah, Daddy, Rough up that hole, give me more of your virus! Get me pregnant again," grunted Tom. “My boy wants more of daddy’s virus-laden cum planted in his ass? Wants more of the cum that made him knocking him up?” I growled at him. “Please Daddy, Give me your toxic seed! Always make sure that I am marked as your boy!” A few more strokes and I heard Dave’s breathing changing signaling that he was also getting close to giving our son another dose of our family’s toxic cum. I sped up my thrusts to make sure that Dave and I both shot at about the same time. A low growl began to come from Dave signaling that he was holding back from cumming. “Here you go, Boy. A double dose of Daddy’s charged cum for your hungry pussy!” And with a final thrust, I planted my cock deep in Tom and began to shoot, with Dave releasing his cum as soon as he felt my cock pulse as I shot into my son, our poz child. Afterwards we all collapsed onto the bed, and Tom reached over to what was now his nightstand and pulled out a plug. Sliding it into his used hole, he kissed both of us and got out of the bed. “If it's okay, I’m going to use your computer to see if Justin is online. Might as well start working on him now and then soon he can know the pleasure of having this filled up with poz daddy cum feeling.” “Okay,” I said, “just don’t take too long, Your daddies still have more cum for that ass tonight.” “Yes, sir!” Tom logged in to Adam4Adam, where we had met Justin, of course with his own account. He soon found that Justin was online, and sent him a smile. He waited a few minutes, and soon Justin sent him a reply, asking him what was up. “Not much, just cruising around on here, seeing if I can find a nice big-dicked daddy to spend some time with tonight. Saw we are about the same age and thought I’d say 'Hi'.” Tom replied. “Cool, so you like older guys too?” Came back Justin’s reply. “Yep, nothing better than getting an older guy to fuck you.” Tom said, making sure not to say anything about barebacking or breeding yet. “How about guys our age? You fool around with them?” “Yeah, my roommate and I fuck all the time, but nothing feels as good in my ass as the dick of a nice looking man old enough to be my father!” “Wish my roommate was gay. Then I’d have someone to fuck with any time. Unfortunately he's straight and is always bringing girls back to fuck. I don’t mind, since I get to hear him fuck them and imagine that they are me. But I really wish I had someone to fuck with regularly instead of coming on here and hoping to find a guy to mess around with.” “I totally understand. My initial roommate was like yours, but we moved around once I started fucking around with my current roommate, who is also a buddy of mine from my wrestling team.” “Cool. So you wrestle. Explains why you look so fit in your pics.” “Yep. I go to American, where do you go to school?” “Georgetown. It’s nice and I really like this area of DC so far. Lots of hot guys around.” “Yeah, lots of hot guys up here too, but like I said, older guys really get me going. Make me rock hard and just want to bend over for them to fuck me.” “Yeah, I have talked to a couple of older guys on here that I want to meet up with. One in particular really gets me excited. He has a husband, but seems they both play with younger guys.” “Really? What’s his screen name, maybe I have played with them. I have had a couple of hook-ups with some nice daddies since I moved here at the beginning of August.” “It is ‘RyanandDave2breed’. Have you played with them? They look hot, but the ‘anything goes’ kinda makes me nervous. I’ve only had a couple of guys fuck me, but it was always with condoms. I’ve never had a guy of any age fuck me bare.” “Yeah, they are hot. Have yet to meet with them. Trouble meshing our schedules. I’ve had a couple of guys fuck me without condoms, it feels great to be honest. Roommate and I fuck each other bare and we both love the feel of the cum in our asses. But then, I know it is not for everyone. I just think you need to live life with no regrets; know what I mean?” “Yea, I just don’t want to catch anything. Afraid if I did, it would show up on my folks insurance and they would cut me off.” “That would be a bummer, thankfully I am on the college plan and not my Mom’s any more so she won’t know if I catch anything. Hey, I gotta run. Roommate is back and he is begging me to fuck. Since I can’t find any daddy dick, gonna fuck with him. You are cool. Gonna buddy list you and maybe sometime soon we can meet up, even just for a soda or something. BTW, Tom here.” “Cool, lucky you! Guess I will just keep jacking off and cum before my roommate gets back. Justin here. Meeting up for something would be great; I need some gay friends here.” Before signing off, Tom sent Justin his phone number and told him to text him tomorrow and they could meet up over the weekend. Tom shut down the computer and headed back to the bedroom, after all he had two daddies who needed to have their cocks taken care of and he was sure they had recharged by now and were ready to bust more nutts in his ass. Dave and I did not disappoint him that night, and again first thing in the morning before we headed to work, and he went back to school. Tom told us he was meeting with Justin over the weekend, and he suggested that maybe he can convince Justin to a four way with him and Justin as our bottom boys, and pretending that we are all meeting for the first time. I love my boy and his devious mind. I am so glad he is now in my life and that he is helping us to spread the family DNA to every boy possible.

I agree with the Sling lizard comment and the "Standers". Last time I was at Slammers in FTL there were 3 or 4 bottoms taking the fuck bench in the small dark room. The place was packed but all the tops already had checked out the tired ole pieces that were ass up all night. By the time I got a chance to squeeze in the middle, the room was full of tops who were not fucking. No one could get behind me to fuck. It was annoying as hell. The three of us bottoms looked like we were on our knees praying for cock. Finally I did something I have never done. I raised up and said in my most authoritative voice "Step up or step aside, I didn't come here to pray". It worked. I mean I emptied the room. lol. I decided after that that maybe I was too tired, or whatever and better go home.

I had some guy start talking to me on Grindr, saying he saw me at the baths and has a few friends who have fucked me a few times, and how hot it was that I was a total pig bottom for random guys. When I asked if he wanted a piece, he said that he had too much self respect, and that he wouldn't lower himself to fuck someone with no self esteem. Whatever, his loss.

I love when my bf comes home loaded or brings a couple dudes home with him

I ate smegma

Hairy men with scruffy beards. Unwashed is even better.

I love so many thing. Hairy men, licking their pits and ass cracks, sucking their big bush and tasting old cum and piss. Drinking piss and opening my slut mouth for their spit. Licking their smelly asshole, waiting for a fart or even shit! I also love young guys in white socks. Licking them and waiting for their load in my shitter. I am a real pervert, so much more I am into.

Some weeks passed, and the brush cut master and his charge did not return to the baths; and they were missed. Those who were there told others of the amazing muscle ass laid out for them that night, taking in load after load without complaint, barely without acknowledgement. Leaving just as dawn was breaking, almost carried out by the 6'5" man they called 'Coach;' Cum leaking down his legs from under his lacrosse shorts. No one ever found out for sure whether the man was the coach and the boy his prize athlete. They settled on that because they needed a backstory when they explained it to the jealous bastards who hadn't been there. All they could say for sure was that the boy's name was Joey and he took loads all night, without ever once coming himself. Attendance at the bathhouse spiked in the days and weeks that follows, as others hoped for a chance to breed and seed that perfect jock ass; or maybe, a few just wanted to know what the real story was. And even though 'coach' hadn't fucked anyone himself that night, there were plenty of willing bottoms if he chose to come back; some of the young dudes hoping he'd lay their asses out and give 'em away to strangers. But as weeks went by, the regulars -- the guys who actually talk to each other -- began to think it had been a one-time thing; and the less-regulars thought the tale a legend the regulars had made up, or at least exaggerated, and they went back to fucking each other, and the occasional visitor, and the occasional drunk and desperately horny twenty-something, and the more-than- occasional tweaked out hustler that passed through. And then one night, Coach came back. With a brand new boy.

If my new insurance covers this, I will definitely get in it in the near future. Need to breed is very strong.

Just because we're all twisted pigs, here's a picture of me immediately after doing my biggest-ever slam just a few hours ago.

Im my early 20ies I used to sell my ass for money. I had a girlfriend though and fucked her almost every night. She had no idea at that time. After receiving a lot of cock in my ass during the day I sometimes had problems to cum from just fucking my girl. One day she found out that it was very simulating for me when she put her finger in my hole. So she did one day when I was loaded already with not less than 4 or 5 loads. I could see in her face how surprised she was to find my hole sloppy and drenched with some sticky fluids, and that made me cum in the same moment. It was the night when she received our son from me. He is 24 today.

I thought i was the only one who did that! I loved to send my ex to get loaded by strangers then come home to add mine.

Steamworks "Lights Out Thursday," some parts are dark, like the hallways where the rooms are, but you can still kinda see even tho the lights are low. i arrived around 6pm, went to my room and stripped down to my towel, then headed to the glory holes. as soon as i got there i found a stud with a nice uncut dick to suck off. he came pretty quickly and shot right down my throat. there were a few more guys there but i really wanted to get fucked, so I strolled over to the fuckbench, dropped my towel and bent over. almost immediately i got mounted by a nice hard dick. as soon as i started moaning a crown formed and guys with hard dicks surrounded me. the first dick in my face was a very large, very hard dick and i began working this tool with my mouth. He pulled out and shot all over my face. not my thing, but i was happy he rewarded me with his massive load. I started right on the next dick in my face but the guy didn't shoot. while this was going on, three guys behind me fucked and bred me right in a row. I love that feeling of different cocks sliding into my body and not seeing who the guys are. I was enjoying being used as a fuck hole. then this really hot guy, smooth lean body and perfect cut dick, stuck his cock in my mouth. He kept pulling out when he was getting close, I fucking begged him for his load, but he bent down and said he wanted to go to his room. I jumped up and "sure, let's go!" His room was right by the lockers and he said he wanted me to suck him off with my ass open to the door. i didn't take my towel off as i was blowing him because i just didn't think about it. suddenly i felt a guy behind me, but since this stud i was blowing didn't say anything I just went with it. The guy undid my towel and it dropped to the floor.. He started fingering my wet hole and began licking it. The guy I was sucking off said "fuck him." The guy stood up and immediately slip his hard dick into my loose hole. He blew his load in me pretty quickly and then left. I could tell the guy i was servicing was motioning to someone in the doorway or the hall or something. Soon enough my hole was getting fingered again and i felt a soft dick between my cheeks. as soon as he was hard, his dick was pressing into me. this guy fucked me hard and for quite a while. my ass was super wet and cum was leaking all down my legs. after about 15 minutes maybe he stopped and left. I have no idea if he came or not. I asked my host if he wanted to cum. "you're about to get it buddy, open your mouth and take it all." his load tasted so fucking good. almost as soon as he was done he said "ok i need to rest a little, close the door on your way out." it wasn't rude, but it was abrupt- and i really liked him telling me to get out. I showered off and went back to the gloryholes for a few more loads to swallow, which were not too hard to get. while I was blowing a guy, i felt another guy's hand stroking my dick, which I normally don't like, but it felt pretty good. I turned around to face him and he dropped to his knees and sucked my cock. My dick got pretty hard, pretty fast and he jumped up, spun around and dropped his ass on my hard dick. it happened so quickly and my dick slid into his silky hole. I knew this fucker had already been fucked and loaded up. his ass was too loose and too smooth and it felt amazing. I decided immediate i was gonna seed this cumpdump. the only thing i said was "I'm gonna cum in you." and then shot a massive load in his hole. I pulled out, wiped off and split. that was a good night.

not ashamed at all. my bf usually sends me out to get a load or two before he will breed me

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

I agree, it is a crutch even when you're still walking. But the alternative is to become immobile altogether. The worst thing ever is that we all die regardless of HIV. Anything that reduces the risk (even off-putting rubbers) is better than going unknowingly and unmedicated. But I do have a problem with side effects of long-term use. It's not aspirin. I don't need additional chronic things going on in my life, I'd like to keep my kidneys, bones and liver.

Went to this black guy's place and got a load today. He just had this big room in an old run down rooming house - sorta sleazy. He just treated me like a hole and was done in less than 10 minutes.