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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.

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/

Recently I've been diagnosed hiv positive. Very recently, the past few weeks. And although in the months up until this diagnosis I have engaged in extremely risky sexual acts, and slept with many guys in my most recent trip to NYC, it was still a surprise. "I don't want this" repeated throughout my head over and over again the day the news was revealed. I went through all the usual emotions. It's still fresh in my mind but it's something I have to deal with for the rest of my life. It got me thinking that maybe I should write some of this down, and relive the actions that got me here. Maybe some will find it sexy, or informative, maybe some will be able to relate. Maybe I'll make a few online friends through this, I certainly hope so. So here goes... I spent three months in New York City, from March to June. Think of it as a very long vacation. It left me with a lot of time on my hands. Time to get into some trouble. Just through idle searching on recon previously, I had came across a few Tops who I thought would make for some interesting meetings. The only thing was I hadn't been fucked in a while, at this point I had only bare backed around 3 or 4 times. So I was very tight and very worried about not being able to accommodate a guy and making him angry. I am naturally very submissive around men I like, and the opposite around girls. I'm bisexual by the way. A fact that was questioned many times in New York, more so by gay men than women. Guys couldn't seem to get their heads around the concept. While I'm not the most manly of men, I'm certainly not feminine or camp nor does that personality type attract me sexually. Although I did find over there they were great company, just not my thing in the bed. So with this fear in mind, I thought it would be better too seek out oral tops first and work my way to anal. Not long after I settled into the city and got my bearings(living in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn) I found myself arranging to meet a "rough throatfucking dom" sounds like my kind of guy! I absolutely love being throatfucked and he was the guy to do it. His face and dick pic matched my strict criteria(he had a face and a working penis) so soon enough I was on my way to meet him. He lived on Christopher St. in Manhattan, for anyone who doesn't know nyc. This is in the West Village a very gay area of the city, along with Chelsea, what was once the hangout spot for all the bohemian musicians of the 60's and 70's, a great area which I frequented constantly. He buzzed me into his apt building. As I climbed the stair my heart began to race. I was getting nervous, after all we didn't exactly get to know each other in our conversation online. It went like this: "Def interested in brutally throatfucking you, work your skinnyboy throat pussy like a real pussy. I'm free today after 5. Interested to see how much of a brutal face fucking you can take" What I got from that wasn't much, but I knew he turned me on, and he seemed serious about throatfucking. I made sure not to eat the entire day. Something that comes natural when knowingly meeting up with guys as nerves and excitement usually suppress my appetite. I got to his door and it opened before I could knock. "Hey" he said in his deep southern drawl. I had never found an accent sexy before, but this after all was my first american man, a country I have loved from a distance. Turns out he was from Arizona, his voice was fascinating, deep and rich, but really calm. My nerves turn to excitement immediately. "Come in." He was wearing a white wife beater, black Y-fronts and white socks. He looked very different from his profile picture, much better in fact, which made me question why he hadn't updated it in seemingly some time. I asked him if I should remove my clothes and he told me just the shoes. We then walked into the living area, which was carpeted with a leather couch. He knelled me down on the carpet in front of his bulge. He pressed my face against his cock. Then it went from 0 to 60... Once he whipped his cock out of his underwear I knew I was in for it. Holy shit, pictures did not do it justice. It was massive, about 8 inches long and curved to the right, but the girth was something else. It really thickened towards the base, with a full bush to bury my face in. No warm up with this guy, he wasn't interested in a gentle blowjob. No, he meant what he said, unlike so many guys on online hook-up sites, he was the real deal. I opened wide and he rammed it straight down my throat, the bend was very noticeable and uncomfortable in this particular position. It was pushing at my throat, like it was trying to break out. He only began to hump once the dick was fully swallowed which was a nice touch and something I think most throatfuckers should do. He had his technique. He was digging for the right spot, to him it was all about the feeling, when you watch throatfucking videos, you can tell what's for show, none of what he did was theatrical, it was all functional. He wanted his dick as deep in my throat as possible, and once he hit the right spot he would, as he said he would, fuck it like a pussy. It was painful and hot at the same time. At one point I tried to breathe as his cock was deep in my throat. This, in addition to his pubes up my nostrils, caused my to gag hard. Eyes started to water, and mouth began to produce some much needed lubricant, after this the whole experience became much more enjoyable. He didn't say much as he was reaming my tonsils only the occasional "Good, goooood!" and grunts of encouragement. He reminded me to cover my top teeth, which I did immediately, hoping I didn't scratch him. He began smashing my face with his pubic bone. He was really enjoying himself, I was trying to endure the pain, and enjoying it also. When he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, thick drool dribbled from his cock onto my t-shirt. Shit, I have to walk home like this! But then I looked at his dick. the shaft had a streak of blood on it. Oh no, did my stupid teeth cut him, will he freak out, am I going to get beat for this. He either didn't notice or didn't care, because he started jerking off furiously. He was having a good time, which made me very happy. He then pulled my shirt off, lay me on the couch with my head hanging over the back(the classic). And proceeded to pump my throat like the pussy he said it was. For some reason this position was much more comfortable, it seemed to work better with his curved. Before I knew it, he was about to cum, his thighs squeezed my face and drove his dick deep while cumming. No pulling out. I didn't even get to taste it. Straight down the hatch. He tapped me with a few smacks on the cheek as if to say "good job boy" then sat down on the couch, exhausted and happy. He jerked his semi for a while while I knelt at his feet and he asked me a few questions about Ireland, why I was here, small talk. He told me he really enjoyed it and would like to do it again. Yes! Validation, something I always aim for is a guy wanting to meet again, someone who has had so much fun with me that he'd repeat the session if given the chance. So far, everyone I've met has wanted to meet up again, not everyone actually has, but it's good enough for me that they want to. I asked to use his bathroom and as I was washing out my mouth I finally found out where the blood came from. I had bust my top lip while he was bashing his groin against it. Damn, my two front teeth. I thought as long as he had fun, I'm happy. I left the apartment optimistic about the rest of this trip. However I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me. Bathhouses, breedings, 3somes, orgies and being introduced to the strongest drug I've ever tried, crystal meth!! Okay, so this is my first blog, first time really talking about a sexual encounter. Please let me know if you liked it or not, or want to hear more about my stay in New York. It really was an experience with a lot of firsts, which feels good to be sharing with you guys. Thanks for reading. BH

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.

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

Love using my mouth to clean and service a cock that has been inside my hole. I love the taste of my own hole. If it's cummy, even better.

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.

its all hot as long as everyone is happy and enjoying it all, have at 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

As a bttm slut who prefers bb "natural" (unflushed), if any shit does get on the guys cock it is my duty/responsibility to perform ATM ... should always volunteer and even beg to do it for him. Gets me mega horned when I am performing that service,

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

What a nasty thing to say. I don't have AIDS, I have Hiv. Yes I took a risk, still don't think I deserve to get ill because of it. I wouldn't give this to anyone, not even you(dont think i could be in your company for long) But thanks for trying to make me feel worse than I already do

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

Not to be a bitch but you guys are only 21 so the odds are your relationship may not last forever so that is something to consider when debating whether to go on PrEP or not. I don't think it is a sign your unwilling at all, it is you taking control of your health and to me the longer one can put off getting HIV (since if they bareback it's like playing with fire you will get burn't) the better because of the fact that your not having to go on MEDS earlier in life which then gives them more time to possibly stop working so they have to switch you to another one. And that means putting off dealing with all the other health issues that can come with being poz. And say you decide to have your BF convert you. But then you guys break up a year later you might end up looking back going why did I do that. Especially if the relationship ends badly. Having said all that to be the devils advocate. I hope you guys are together forever you seem like a cute couple that really likes one another. And your having got sex that is for sure ;-)

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.

Thursday night I took a load from the BF. Sunday I half busted inside a client, older gentleman with very good pussy. I hadn't cum in a few days and couldn't completely help hold my cum. He asked if I came inside. He had no problem with knowing that I did a little In the past several days, I also swallowed a hot, younger client's cum. I 69'd that thick dick after I ate that bubble ass. I hope he cums back. I'd get up with him for free. After he left, I went into my BF's room and said, "smell my face." "What is that? Ass?" Bingo!

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.

My last load was a double. My friend, the one I have written about before, and I were in a popular gay resort in Ft. Lauderdale. We were taking turns fucking the he'll out of each other in a poolside room on the first floor with the drapes open. I was balls deep in his ass already cum slick with one of my earlier loads. A guy in the pool was watching. My cock slid in and out of his velvety hole while I kissed him deeply. I was totally to turned on, the whole scene was HOT! The chemistry between us, the guy watching, my but butt hole wet and dripping with his earlier load that he fucked deep into me, his kisses and what he was doing to my nipples. His legs were over my shoulders which meant his hole was totally vulnerable to my assault and visible to the guy watching. My cum flowed inside him. The feeling of my hot cum flowing out of my dick and flooding his guts, surrounding my cock just drove me wild. I collapsed on top of him kissing him deeply. My hips kept thrusting my cock into him on their own. I couldn't stop " I can't stop fucking you," I panted. "Don't " he replied with a smile, twisting my tits very hard. My sweat poured onto him, and within a minute I started cumming again, very violently this time. Cum spasmed out of my cock again and again for at least 15 seconds. It wouldn't stop! My whole body convulsed and twitched, soaked in sweat. I could feel the wetness of my cum leaking out of his hole and running down my balls. Not wanting to waste a drop I withdrew and pushed his legs up past his ears. His gaping hole was straight up in the air, filled to the rim with my cum. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could into his hole, lapping up every drop that my tongue could reach. As I lowered him down, my still hard cock, found its own way back into the warm wetness of his hole. My mouth, filled with my own jizz, pressed tightly against his as I let my cum flow into his eager mouth.

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

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.

I met up with a gay couple I know on Friday. I walked into their apartment in the morning and they fucked me raw all day. When I left it was late afternoon and I was due to stay at a daddy I have been seeing. He wants to date and marry me but has told me he'd like me to be faithful. I'm not sure I have those feelings so I've been staying over to see how it goes. Unfortunately my craving for cock usually takes over. As I made my way to his house I had five loads in my ass, three from one of the couple and two from the other. It felt like I was gaped from a rough dp and when I walked into daddies I went straight to work on stripping him and sucking his cock. My aim had been to make him cum in my mouth first but daddy wanted to fuck me. As soon as he was behind me he knew I'd been well bred and while I should've been embarrassed or apologetic all I could do was smile and tell him what a slut I was. I still got bred but he was a little rougher than usual and spanked my ass really hard. I can't find it in myself to be embarrassed as the guys who breed me know what kind of guy I am, total bareback cumslut. If you want to breed me don't be surprised if I'm already carrying a load.

I've been on since April 2013. Since that time I've taken about 60 loads and been fucked by substantially more guys than that. Much of the fucking has been anonymous - at sex parties, bathhouses, etc. Sometimes I don't even see the guy - some guy will just start fucking me when I'm sucking some other guy, or I'm ass up and don't look back, or I'm blindfolded, etc. Needless to say I'm not asking their status. I've also fucked at least that many guys during that time, but that's much lower risk. 

I should add that I was getting fucked and going to sex parties and taking anonymous loads before going on PrEP. A year or so before I started PrEP I had sorta decided to "let it happen" (but it didn't happen). Prior to PrEP I took 43 loads in my ass. There wasn't quite as much anonymous sex before I went on PrEP. When I started taking loads I initially looked for undetectable tops - but clearly there was a risk. I didn't really start getting into taking anonymous dicks and loads until a few months before I started PrEP - I did a little here and there, but nothing regular. Oh, and I got the DNA test and I'm neither immune nor resistant. 

I haven't had as much sex as I would have liked this year - I'm only on track for 55 loads by the end of the year. I really wish I could get to 100, but don't see that happening. But maybe I can bump it up to 75 or so. Then next year bump it up yet again. And yeah, I'm still testing neg - the PrEP regimen makes you get tested every 3 months. AFAIK it would take an unmedicated top with a strain that's Truvada resistant to infect me. Given that I was just going to let it happen before I started PrEP I'm fine with becoming poz. There's no fear or anything. It's just I finally came to a point where my sex life was more important than staying neg. PrEP lets me do both. In a way I get to bug chase indefinitely – it's sorta fun. Just wish more poz tops were into "poz talk"

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 was fucked by a homeless guy once, in a park where i had met some random guy from craigslist who wanted to pound my hole in public, it was night time & i was so caught up in enjoying the dick i was riding i didnt notice to guy walk up on us. he asked if wanted to take another dick & the guy fucking me then told him my cunt was all his after he finished. a few minutes later he was busting his nut inside me & as soon as he pulled out of my hole the homeless guy shoved his bare dick inside me, he smelled pretty bad but i was so turned on by the situation i just let him fuck my ass too. he ended up only lasted a few minutes but he was jackhammering into my cunt hard & fast & combined with how much of a slut i felt like, i ended up cumming myself from just his dick pounding my ass... always wanted to do it again ever since, the sheer sluttiness of letting a homeless man breed my ass turns me on so much...

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 get boned every time I smell piss in the men's room. Never drank from the urinal but want to, especially after reading these posts. I have done anything you can think of with piss except this. I even go to piss parties in Chicago. I leave stinking of piss, tons down my throat, soaked, piss in my ass. I love drinking from the tap. Once a bud of mine into piss asked me to stop over on my way through town and piss all over his bed. He's into sleeping in piss. He's not into drinking piss but knows I love it. I soaked his sheets and he fed me from the tap then gave me a super sized mug full to the top with his piss. I had a two hour drive and drank every drop of his piss on the way and a bunch of my own too. The best driving trip I ever had to take.

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.

And now, Part II: My boyfriend had invited three POZ fuck buddy tops to the bookstore to fuck me raw. And now, three POZ studs just walked into the back room of the bookstore to find me on my knees on a cold filthy floor with three loads leaking out of my hole next to a cummy 10” dildo. My boyfriend jumped up and threw his arms around these guys. I got up on my knees as the three guys surrounded me. My boyfriend got to his knees beside me, as naked as I was, and undid the first guy's belt. He turned to me and shoved his tongue down my mouth. “You're gonna love Alex's cock. He can shoot a real mouthful and is always good for a second load.” Alex was hot. Maybe 20 years old, with a tight swimmer's build barely concealed under a tight shirt and even-tighter jeans. My boyfriend freed Alex's cock and out popped a beautiful cut 7” cock popping out of a nest of thick curly blond pubes. My boy put his hand at the base of my neck and drew my mouth to it. I slobbered away, gagging on his tool. With his pubes around my nose, Alex grabbed the back of my head and started hammering away. He skull fucked me for a good five minutes as the other two guys leered down at me. My boy knelt again beside me and whispered in my ear. “Don't neglect your other guests...” Alex told him to fuck off and kept pile-driving my throat for another minute until he shot a large thick creamy load deep down my throat. I wanted to save some of it to work into my hole, but he shot it all too deep. My boy pulled me off of Alex's still-hard cock and licked around my mouth for traces of his POZ cum, which he spit onto his fingers and swiped over my ass as the next guy undid his trousers and waved his dick in my face. My boy seethed as he wriggled his fingers into my cummy ass, “Show Max a nice time. I always do...” Max must have been about 30, some sort of hot-shot executive in a really nice tailored business suit. He still had his coat and tie on as he shoved his trousers down to his ankles revealing thick tan hairy muscled legs. Max smiled down at me with a surly look, “And don't be afraid to use your teeth, slut. I like it rough. I hope you do too!” I started gobbling on Max's long thin uncut cock and chomped down a little. He put a hand under my jaw and punched it up, making me bit down on his tool. “Yeah, you slut. That's how I like it!” I chewed away at Max's cock until he pulled me off of it. Max threw me backwards until I was flat on my back on the dirty concrete floor. With his coat and tie still on, Max leaned down on top of me and raised my knees to my chest. I felt his weight on top of me as he thrust his hips forward. His dick met my ass and gave no resistance. He kept pushing forward until he was balls deep. His dick was so log that it hit places inside me that even that 10” dildo couldn't reach. “You must have started without us,” he growled. “You're already lubed up, and I don't think that's the fake stuff! Max was true to his word. He did like it rough. He hammered away at my hole until we were both sweaty and sloppy. The friction of my hard cock rubbing against his jacket was more than I could handle, and I fired off a huge load, my second since arriving at the bookstore, and it went all over his tie. He was plowing away so hard that I don't think he even noticed it. “You want that load? That POZ load, you nasty fucker???” “Yeah.... Give me your load!” “Gonna POZ you just like I POZZED your boyfriend!” With that, he slammed hard against my ass, with his sweaty balls slapping my ass over and over again as he filled my hole with his POZ cum. Before he could pull out, he kissed me hard and I wondered if my boyfriend had already been POZZED by one of these guys. I knew he had been fooling around raw, but didn't know for sure that he had taken POZ loads before tonight. Max pulled out and off of me. I caught my breath and looked around a bit. I saw my boy bent over a theatre seat with Alex pounding away at his ass. The third guy was standing between me and Alex's ass, jerking off to the scene around him. Alex realized that Max was finished with me and pulled out of my boy's hole. He strode over to me with his thick cock swinging between his legs. “I'd load your boy's hole, but I've fucked him before. I want to be the one to knock you up!” Alex threw me onto my side like a ragdoll and laid down behind me. He aimed his dick to my sloppy hole and it slid right in. His cock wasn't as thick or as long as Max's, and I was grateful for a bit of a break. Alex wasn't having it. “If I'm gonna seed you, boy, I need something tighter to fuck! Hey Carl! You wanna help get him nice and tight for me?” Carl, the third guy, had stripped off his clothes. He was mid-40s, stocky, and covered with a thick matt of bristly body hair. Carl laid down on his back as Alex repositioned me and lowered me onto Carl's dick. He might have been the oldest guy in the room, but he was proudly showing off the thickest cock. It must have been the same size as a beer can. Carl's cock stretched me wider than I'd ever been stretched before as Alex mounted me and forced his way into my hole alongside Carl's dick. I loved the feeling of my body being used, and used hard, by these two guys, one of whom was old enough to be the other one's father. The contrast of Alex's smooth shapely chest on my back and Carl's hairy belly on my front was amazing. I could feel my toes curling as my whole body was stimulated. Carl shoved his tongue into my mouth and I was overwhelmed with the taste of cigar smoke. I came again as my cock was mashed into his belly fur. My hole was stretched as wide as it could go, and I was relieved when Alex told me he was going to load me up. His POZ cum soothed the burning in my hole and gave Carl what he needed to fire off inside of me too. They pulled off of and out of me, leaving me a sticky mess on the floor, covered in my own seed, sweaty, with three fresh POZ loads added to the three I had taken before my boyfriend's fuck buddies had arrived. My boyfriend lined up his hard cock and dove into that cummy mess. He squished away inside me until he came too, adding his seed to the mix, looking into my eyes the whole time. The guys stood cheering him on as he came in me. The fuckbuds took off and my boy and I dressed slowly and he helped me to the car as I was still a little wobbly on my legs. In the car home, my boy asked me if I wanted to be tested in about three weeks. He told me that he thought that flu he had come down with a few weeks ago might have been the bug, but that he was afraid to go get tested. He thought that now, it might be easier for me to go with him. As I put the pieces together of what we had gotten ourselves into, I thought for a moment, only a moment, about telling him to take me directly to the Emergency Room where I might be able to get some PEP meds. The thought passed and instead I stuck my hand into my shorts, where I could feel a puddle of POZ cum seeping out of my ass. I brought my cummy fingers to my mouth and sucked deep before offering my fingers to my boy's mouth. “We could wait three weeks, or we could spend more time together at the bookstore before getting tested. What do you think?” I knew we would be back to that bookstore again soon.

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.