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So I go to the bath house in Wilmington Ca. most Wednesdays during the day. I was there two weeks ago and had a great time with two guys (separately) who had enormous cocks. The last guy, a big strapping black stud with a huge cock, must have been 9 inches or more, fat from base to head. Damn he felt so good in my pussy. I gave him my number and he said he was free on Wednesdays. So I text him on Tuesday and he says 1 pm Wednesday is good. Well 1 pm rolls around and he doesn't answer my texts. So, fuck it! There's more cock out there, I thought, and left for the bath house. Got there at around 1:30 pm afternoon (which is really late) and had to get on the waiting list for a room. By the time I got there, there wasn't much going on. The few men who were there weren't my type. Sucked some cock while I waited and then finally got a room around 3 pm. That gave me 2 hours before I had to be somewhere. It was almost 4:45 pm and I thought "Well fuck!" this was a waist of time. Just then a hot tall dark haired stud walks by and checks out my ass, but keeps going. I roll out of the bed and look down the hall. He looks back and turns around, smiles and comes back. He was over 6 feet tall and middle aged, decent good looks, average body, but I couldn't see his cock under the towel. He says, "Turn over and let me see that ass." I obey and turn over. Before I can see his cock he climbs on top of me and rubs his cock between my ass cheeks. He's a big guy and I can tell he's well hung but can't tell if he's got 8 inches or more. So then he says, "You like how my cock feels rubbing against your ass?" And I answer, "Yes, but I'd like it even better if it was inside me." So after a few minutes he reaches for a condom. I WAS SO BUMMED! Then he slowly but steadily put his cock in my pussy. It kept going deeper and deeper. He was moaning, I was moaning. He says, "Women never feel this good!" He must be Bi. Damn he felt so good, I could tell he had a thick cock and it was going deep inside my pussy. After about 20 minutes of deep fucking me, 1st lying flat, then on my knees. He says, "I need to take a break or I'll cum, and I don't want to cum yet." Bummer, but I understand. He pulls out and I see he used the condom as a cock ring and he was raw up inside me. All 10 inches of him. Damn he had an awesome cock! So he leaves and I go upstairs and shower. I came back to my room, opened my locker, and was about to get dressed to leave, when a handsome blond man walks by and checks out my ass. He grabs my cock and smiles, I grab his and he smiles again. Then we made out. He became very passionate as we kissed and his cock began to grow under his towel. I pulled it out and to my surprise this guy had a long cock, 9 inches at least. He loved kissing and I kissed him on the neck and sucked on his tongue. His beard felt like sandpaper and he reminded me of an old boyfriend who was a super fucker and his high level of testosterone also gave him a rough beard, just like this guys. After swallowing his massive cock from my knees for a few minutes I turned to give him my ass. He slid his bare cock in me while I was still standing. He held my arms from behind and pumped my hole. I suggested that I flip over on my back so we could look at each other and continue to kiss but he said he liked fucking me from behind. So we kept fucking standing up for a while, while he fucked me and kissed the back of my neck, then I moved closer to the bed and I got my knees up on the bed while he continued to stand behind me. Then he started having fun, pulling all the way out and shoving it deep in me. I wiggled my ass and he corkscrewed his cock in me. He kept it up for a while, moaning and making me moan, and then as his breathing became faster he climaxed and I could feel his cock head throb inside me as he dumped his load deep in my pussy. Then he said, he wanted me to shoot too, so as I worked my cock, he kept his cock in me and began to pump it, growing harder as he went, till I shot my load. Then, as I lay there panting, he kissed me again with his rough beard. I thanked him and he thanked me. It was well after 5 pm and I had to leave. Hope to fuck them both again.

I've had a few tops fuck me raw yet pull out. Needless to say, there was a part of me that was pretty disappointed. If I'm cool with you fucking me raw, chances are I am cool with you dropping a load in my hole. If you're a top that only fucks using a rubber,I can respect that. But if we fuck raw, don't rob me of my jizzjoy, the raw, lust filled, animalistic feeling of your hot cum coating my insides as your hot cock spasms in my hole. As a true bottom, there is no better feeling than knowing your jizz is inside of me long after we parted ways.

CHAPTER 12: Chris: As far back as I could remember I hated wearing clothing. It seemed completely normal thing for me to be naked just about any time I was at home, and as I waited for Mark, I chuckled thinking 'I've also been naked in a number of the examination rooms at work'. In any event, it wasn't particularly uncommon for me to be naked, even when my friends were visiting. This was in addition to, of course, those occasions when a guy was visiting and when we intended to fool around. So, when my little brother Tyler asked to move in with me, I felt the need to make two things very clear: first, that I rarely wore clothing at home, (and that I wasn't about to start just because my baby bro was around), and second, we both would, at some point, have a guy over for sex, so, when this happened, we had to go out of our way to avoid any awkwardness. While I generally thought Tyler was more-or-less relationship-oriented, he agreed with my points without any hesitation, which suggested we were more alike than I thought, and indeed it turned-out Tyler preferred being naked almost as much as did I. I’m the first to admit I feel pervy sometimes – more than once I’ve caught myself staring at Tyler's cock, and as he was at my place most of the time, and when at home we’re both naked, I had to admit there was a part of me that really, really wanted him. I knew he has caught me several times looking at his body, especially when he was standing in front of the fridge with the door open. In that position his cock was distinctly visible, and sometimes the tip almost looks wet. In fact once it was so wet I'd swear it was dripping. In fact, if you asked me I’d swear he was deliberately presenting himself for my pleasure, because when his eyes have caught me looking at him 'that way', he usually shoots a grin at me, but a few times he has returned the same look back. I felt like I was teasing myself. We watched TV together, usually ate together and on one occasion we even jacked off together. The day after that occasion I jacked off twice reminiscing about the experience. I've also found myself reminiscing over the occasion long ago when we fooled around, but most of interest stems from his having moved into the apartment, and we began regularly seeing each other naked. Naturally the thought of having sex with him left me boned-up, just as watching him move about the house, as he is right now, makes my cock leak. I think I’m probably going to leave a permanent precum stain on this couch. Tyler might be my brother and he might have someone coming over, but right now I don’t care. I just want to bury my face in his ass and listen as he begs his big brother to breed him. I seriously need to fuck or be fucked, and then a thought goes through my head, 'You should find some big-brother/little-brother porn'. I took a few moments from thinking about Tyler to find one of my favorite bareback sex vids on XTube and cast it to the TV. The video buffered for a few second and then began to load. As the video began, it was immediately apparent the volume on the sound setting was too high, and the first word that blared out of the guy in the video was the noun 'Tyler'! Startled, I grabbed the remote, cranking the volume back to something normal, grabbed my wet cock, teasing the piss-slit as I waited for the action to get going. The video, labeled 'Two Brothers Bareback', got me real hot. The two actors didn't waste time getting into it; supposedly they are real brothers. I dip my finger into the nice flow of pre-seminal fluid flowing out of my cock and brought a nice drop to my mouth to get a taste as the 'brothers' in the film were making out. Barely a moment later and Tyler popped into the room just like last time, “Hey … what was …", and then he looks at me stroking, then the TV, which showed the younger brother sucking his older brother’s cock. Then Tyler looked back at me, that same sly grin crossing his face. In the span of just a few seconds Tyler flopped down on the couch, joining me in another jack off session. This time, however, he sat so close to me I could readily feel the warmth of his body surrounding me. Tyler picked-up and skimmed the video jacket. From the state of my cock, it was undoubtedly obvious to Tyler that brother-brother porn turned me on. The guys in the video switched to a '69' position, and by then Tyler’s hand had found his cock and he was slowly stroking himself. Comparing our respective cocks, I noted with satisfaction we were both leaking a fair amount of precum and I considered leaning over for a taste when Tyler surprised me by looking over at me, grinning, and then sliding his thumb against my piss-slit, scooping up my precum, and savoring my fluids. Then he immediately went back to watching the video. So we went back to working our cocks. Tyler very casually moved closer and closer against me, and I, of course, had no intention of stopping him. In fact I moved my left arm and took him around his his shoulder, encouraging him to move as close as was possible. By this point the on-screen brothers had progressed to fucking, even as they made out. Looking over at me, Tyler gave me another smile, which I returned before shifting my gaze to my cock, then back at him. His face was so close to mine. Looking in his eyes, I could tell he felt the same longing I was experiencing. Looking down at my rigid cock, Tyler licked his lips, and then looked back up at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Tyler. We moved even closer together, our eyes locked, closer, closer, and close we moved. 'This is it, I’m about to make out with my baby brother', I thought. Hearing the guys on screen approaching orgasm, I involuntarily glanced at the screen, as did Tyler, but just for a second - we immediately turned back to each other, and as Tyler turned his lips towards mine, his lips nearly touching mine - just at the moment I thought it was going to happen, we heard the door. “Oh Fuck! Cody’s here,” Tyler exclaimed as he leapt off the couch and headed for the door, adding under his breath "Damn, I need this so bad.” Next I heard he greet Cody saying "Hey sexy!" and as they stepped inside the room they shared a brief kiss. Cody smiled a greeting at me, asking with amusement “Do either of you even own any clothes?” Getting to my feet, Cody and I gave each other a hug, and, as I did so, I admired his look - track shorts and tank top looked good on him, as did his distinctive aroma. As we separated, Cody turned to Tyler with the instruction “Go get ready.” Tyler nearly knocked me down as he barreled out of the living room, and then turning back to me Cody commented "It's been a while … we need to get together again sometime,” feeling-up my cock. “Sounds good to me. I hear this thing is packing a punch now,” I replied, exploring cock back, adding “It’s so hot you’re breeding Tyler.” “He’s got the most amazing ass.” “I know … I see it all the time, trust me.” “Speaking of … I need to breed this ass also,” he remarked as he grabbed my butt. “Yeah you do … can’t let that guy Jake have all the fun.” “No joke he’s been fucking you?” I replied with a huge smile “Yeah, it's so hot … pretty sure he’s the one that tagged me.” Cody expression clearly approved. My smile was even more expansive. But back to the moment. Looking intently at Cody, I softly said “Fuck him on my bed.” He looked at me with a quizzical expression. “The bookcase,” I remarked, adding “Trust me … explain later.” Accepting my instructions, he nodded, and, giving me a small smile, headed back towards the bedrooms. I got back to my laptop and connected to the camera I had hidden in the bookcase of my bedroom. The image was mostly dark. When the bedroom lights came on I immediately hit record. There on my laptop was my baby brother looking almost a little guilty. Smiling, I thought he was probably wondering if I complain when I realized he was fucking on my bed. Far from it, I added. Just then Cody walk into the room, naked, of course. “Good boy … you cleaned and lubed?” Cody asked. I can hear them perfectly including the muffled 'Yup' from Tyler who's face was somewhat buried in my comforter. “Be right back” Cody commented as he abruptly left the room. Coming down the hallway, he through me a knowing smile, stepped into the bathroom, but didn't close the door. The sound of his strong stream of piss hitting the bowl started my mind in thinking about it. Getting back on the laptop, a few seconds later, Cody re-entered the bedroom. This time it appeared he had a prescription bottle or something of that sort in his hand. “These yours?” Tyler sat up, glanced over replying “Yeah, they're mine.” “I thought you wanted this,” Cody asked, gesturing at his cock. "Are you lying to me?” “I do … I … I stopped taking them a few weeks ago." “So why do you still have them?” “I don’t know.” “Go flush ‘em ……. now.” Cody was obviously ordering Tyler to flush the remainder of his PrEP prescription. Tyler got up, but instead of going to the hallway bathroom I see him disappear into mine, and then quickly hear a toilet flush. It’s obvious Tyler is giving Cody the empty bottle back, “Good boy … don’t want you having second thoughts.” “I want this Cody,” he replied, grabbing Cody’s cock. “Good boy. Now, lay back down. I need your ass." Cody begins rubbing Tyler’s ass as he slowly works his tongue into it, I can hear Tyler moaning, if earlier is any indication he’s more than ready to go. I hear the back door open slowly, and get up to see Mark making his way towards me … we smile at each other. I kiss him and show him the laptop screen, zooming to full screen, Cody is clearly taking pleasure in eating Tyler’s hole. “I want to be doing that!”, Mark pipes up, “Me too … get naked”. Mark removes his clothes and when he gets to his underwear he hesitates, looking at me, then he lowers his underwear and I see his cock all locked up nice and tight. I must seem surprised, “Cody’s idea … says it won’t come off until I get the right test result”, “Hot”, the only word that escapes my mouth as we look at each other. We sit down on the couch and watch Cody servicing Tyler’s ass with his tongue, Tyler is moaning at this point and it’s very obvious he wants a cock inside him. We watch as Cody moves from eating Tyler’s ass to dropping a big wad of spit on it. Mark is sitting close to me, almost as close as Tyler was earlier, but unlike me he’s not touching his cock, “That must be hell”, I think. I stroke my cock a few times then reach over and grab Mark’s empty hand and put it on my cock, he immediately takes over for stroking me. We’re both watching as Cody gets his cock into Tyler’s vulnerable, exposed hole, Cody looks over at the camera and grinned. I thought 'Okay, yeah, he definitely knows', then he looked back down at Tyler as his cock starts to disappear into my brother’s ass. “Ahhhh … ahhhh … ahhhh … fuck”, Tyler muttered, followed by a “Yeah,” but Cody didn't pause, instead kept up the constant pressure as he worked his cock all the way into Tyler. Tyler is breathing heavy and Mark and I can’t take our eyes off of the screen as we watch his boy slowing move that unmedicated poz cock in and out of my brother’s raw hole. “So hot,” Mark remarked in awe. “This what you want babe … you want that poz cock”, “Yes”, “Say it … say it again, “I want your poz cock”. Cody continues fucking Tyler, but I know he likes hot verbal same as I do. “Say your whole name and convince me you want this or I’ll put out right now and he stops fucking Tyler, his cock inside him, but not moving. “I’m …”, “Head up slut … look at the wall, … other wall”, interrupting Tyler. I swear Tyler looks directly into the camera and Mark and I both hear the words, “I’m Tyler Joshua Parks and please Cody, please fuck your HIV-positive cum into my HIV-negative ass. I’m ready to be HIV+ and I want you to do it. I want to be HIV+ positive just like you”, all three of us at the same time, “So hot”. Tyler did that so easily, part of me wonders if he did something similar with his ex Jeremy. “Head back down boy”, Cody looks over at the book case with an evil grin, I’d swear he heard us. Cody starts fucking Tyler again, “Sounds like you really do want this Ty … that’s good because I’m horny as fuck and I’ve got a huge load saved up for you”, he says as he continues to move back and forth. It’s obvious Cody is a good top, the way he moves back and forth slowing, then jackhammering his bottom, I think, “I really need some of that poz cock inside me, too”. Mark starts sucking my cock as we continue to watch and listen to Cody bang Tyler, at this point Cody is full on banging Tyler’s ass as hard as he can and they are both begging for relief. “Ahhh… careful, don’t make me cum yet”, I say to Mark and he slows up his ministrations on my cock; if I don’t cum soon though I might get blueballs. “I’m going to fuck you poz little man … you ready for that?”, “Yes”, Cody repeats the question, “You ready for that?”, Tyler lifts his head up again, “Yes … I’m ready to convert Cody, please, please just do it”. Mark goes back to slow stroking my cock, I rub his chest and nipples, “Ahhhh …. Owww owww”, I had forgotten about his caged cock, “Sorry”, “s’ok”. Cody’s orgasm is getting closer the moans are getting louder and the words are just huffs of air as he rides Tyler. Tyler looks like he’s trying to impale himself on Cody’s cock to get it as deep as it can go. “Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhh…. I’m gonnnna cum … I’m gonna cum”, we both stop moving to watch, “OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!”, “Ahhhhhhhhhh”, we hear both of them and its obvious Cody is dumping a huge load of toxic sperm into Tyler’s ass, “Take it … take it! Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuck”, we hear him. “Yes … ahhhh… so good”, from Tyler. Mark and I are dripping with sweat and precum as the entire scene unfolds right in front of us, “FUCK!”, I hear Mark. After a minute or so go by Tyler remarked “You’re still hard.” “Yeah, it happens,” Cody responded, his hips gyrating a bit as he added "especially when I want to breed you again, but this time in the other room." With that he withdrew his hard, wet cock from Tyler’s hole with the instruction “Don’t move yet.” Cody then stepped into my bathroom and returned with one of my white hand towels, saying “Sit up, Tyler." Which, of course, Tyler promptly did, and nodded in agreement when Cody asked "You trust me, right?” Without a word of explanation Cody used the towel as a blindfold, and after confirming Tyler couldn't see anything, remarked “Good! Let’s go fuck on the couch”, “But Ch’ … “, “Don’t care who’s hear I want to fuck you on the couch. I’ll guide you." The two made their way out of my bedroom, down the hallway and into the living room where Cody murmured "Good boy, Tyler," as he exchanged a smirk with me. I pauses the recording, noiselessly set the laptop aside and watched as Cody instructed Tyler to get on his knees in the arm chair. Tyler again complied, and when he was in position, facing the back of the chair, Cody explained "Okay, you can lean forward. It's just a chair. Fuck, man, I wanna breed you again so bad." Tyler complied willingly. “Don’t move," Cody instructed.

Ugly daddies usually have the best loads and are the best breeders..

“You!” I said, and it exploded out of me. “Oh, fuck... You!” Bill’s smile was a slow, dangerous thing. He reached around the back of my neck and squeezed once. “Good boy,” he said. Behind me, Mac’s tongue slipped form between my spread ass cheeks and he rose, huffing. My whole body sagged as his tongue pleasure/torture stopped. “There’s gratitude,” he said, but he sounded more amused than anything else. I couldn’t look away from Bill’s gaze – his dark eyes, the small lines around them, the dark hair greying just a bit at the temples, and the hard, masculine angles of his face. Beyond him, I saw Mac climb onto the bed where Mark was tied up. Robert, still lying on his back, nodded at him, and then reached out and almost lazily tickled Mark’s exposed underarm, making him jolt up against his bindings. Bill’s hand slid down my arm, and he started to untie my wrist. He did one, then the other, and then moved behind me. As his fingers brushed the taped rope around my ankles, I watched Mac spit once onto Mark’s already slick pucker, then line up his dick and slowly push himself inside. Mark’s body tensed and curled, but the sound that came deep from his throat was guttural and definitely one of pleasure. My other ankle was freed, and then Bill’s rough, calloused hand slid around my waist and pulled me. I awkwardly got down from the chair – my legs and arms felt like rubber, spongy and weak from my thrashing – and his arms wrapped tight around me from behind, turning me to face the four poster bed for a moment. His hard-on pressed against the small of my back, and the heat from his hairy body was electric. He was squeezing me tight enough that it was just shy of uncomfortable. “Look how happy that boy is,” Bill said into my ear, and I watched as Mac began to pick up the pace. He’d taken Mark’s shoulders in his hands, and was bucking into him with long, gyrating thrusts that made Mark’s chew at the gag in his mouth. Mac smiled at me as Bill started to walk me backwards out of the room. In the hall, Andrew passed by, naked, heading toward the room we’d just vacated. He didn’t say a word, and I knew he was waiting for his turn with Mark. From the far end of the hall, I could hear Big Al’s voice, and just barely heard the gurgle that was likely the result of him face-fucking Tim. I was shaking. No doubt Bill could tell, but he continued to steer me, and pushed through the middle door in the hall, where a bed waited that was only slightly askew. This must have been the room Robert and Mac had been in, judging from the clothes on the floor. “Boy, from the first time I saw you, I wanted you,” Bill said, and he gave me a little shove. I fell onto the bed, stomach first. “And seeing that whore ass now, I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” I shivered again, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He was standing over me, his dick hard and its purple swollen cockhead almost spilling a single drop of precome. His thick, strong body, dusted with that dark hair, seemed tensed and ready to spring. And his smile wasn’t entirely kind. I bit my lip. What was I thinking? Maybe this was a mistake. “Tim,” I said, not sure what else to say. Bill smirked. “Tim knows what he is.” As he spoke, he moved forward slowly but purposefully, and I slid back further onto the bed. He got onto the bed between my legs, and his hands slid up and down my calves, before sliding under them and starting to lift. “Tim’s a good fuckbuddy. But you’re a boy. A whore boy. Whore boys need daddies to keep ‘em in line. And keep others lined up for ‘em. But a boy has to belong to one daddy, that’s for damn sure.” I was breathing so rapidly I could barely catch my breath. He lifted my legs, then gripped both ankles with one hand while he tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and pushed it under the small of my back, then did it again. My chin was pressed against my chest to look at him above me, and he nodded at my legs in his hand. “Grab your legs, whore boy,” he said. I obeyed on some reflex born deep. I shivered again. Mac’s assault on my ass had been one thing, and had turned me on so completely I’d agreed to... Oh my god, what I was agreeing to... This was insane! I had to stop this, I had to – Mac buried his mouth on my raised pucker, wrapping his hairy arms around my waist and tugging me up against his face. Coherent thought vanished almost immediately, and I was writhing and bucking against the hot feel of his tongue drilling into me. “Yeah, that’s a whore boy,” Bill said, coming up for air for just a moment. “You’re going to be my whore boy, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I yelled the word, and Bill’s grin was triumphant and feral. He buried his tongue in me again, licking, biting, shaking his head, swiping with his tongue, spitting, slurping, and making me thrash and grind myself for a few minutes more, until I started to speak, utterly out of my mind with what he was doing. “Oh! God! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! God, ruin me! I’ll be your boy! Your whore boy! Please! Oh! Please fuck me and ruin me oh God!” He shifted so fast the reality took a moment to sink in. One moment his tongue was driving me wild, the next both of his thick hairy arms were to either side of my head, pinning my face between them and forcing me to look right up and into his eyes, and his hard cock was pushing hard into me, with nothing but the last few remnants of Big Al’s spunk, and a whole lot of saliva, between us. He entered me with a single, deep shove that made me cry out in an animal way, then held perfectly still, his dick buried inside me, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck!” I gasped. He nodded. “Yeah, boy. Now I fuck you. Now I make you mine.” And he did. He started to fuck me with strong, even thrusts, pulling almost out before burying himself back in. The angles the pillows made were perfect – he obviously knew what he was doing – and every stroke sent incredible sparks up and down my spine. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t concentrate. He shifted his arms, first took my face in his hands ,then turned his hands so his thumbs both slipped into my mouth, and while I sucked on them, he increased the pace of his fuck, going faster, and harder, with every grunt. Our skin grew slick against each other, and his dick – though it hit just right and was making me crazy with how he rubbed me inside – was growing painful as it pounded into my ass. He was smiling, this man who was fucking me raw and who had chosen me in some way the first time Tim had introduced us. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but a possessive one, and angry. He was grunting louder now, and his sweat dripped down onto me as his thrusts grew even harder, and I started to whimper around his thumbs. I let go of my legs, and wrapped them around the back of his ass, pulling him into me, hoping he could understand what that meant. My hands gripped at his shoulders and made a low, moaning noise around his thumbs. He pulled his thumbs free, and when my mouth opened, he spit into it. I stared in shock, and he growled at me, grinding his cock into me with a force that made me whimper. “Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you whore boy? You’re ready for daddy to make you his? You want me to ruin you now, don’t you boy?” “Ruin me!” I begged him, and he buried his dick to the balls and his hot load burst deep inside me.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.

It was getting really late, I'd had a few beers, and I kept trying to meet Tim's gaze, but he was firmly sitting on his daddy's lap, and barely paying attention to me. It had been a good night - I'd surprised myself by having a good time, but it was getting to the point where I should really head on home. Tim and his daddy, however, were basically making out on one of the three couches in the large living room like they couldn't breathe without each other. I tried not to notice how the older man's hand was down the back of Tim's shorts. They'd been together a couple of weeks, and - like always - Tim had thrown himself full force into their relationship. I'd learned more about his sex life in the last few weeks than I'd known about my own. It wasn't that Tim had bad taste - far from it - if I was honest with myself, I was far more attracted to Tim's boyfriend Bill than was Tim himself. Tim was like me - a college kid, slim, handsome enough (I guess), and lean and toned from a mix of the gym and the basketball court, but the guy with his hand down his shorts was bigger, about two decades older (at least), with a short cropped beard and buzz-cut that made me think of a soldier or something. He was thick armed, thick chested, and if he had a bit of a gut, it suited him. Bill was masculine, to say the very least, as were most of his friends. I knew Tim had met Bill at a local gay pub - one that generally sported older guys rather than guys our age - but I wasn't entirely sure on the rest of the details of their relationship. Or at least, not outside the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, I knew a lot about it, including Bill's propensity for ropes and knots, handcuffs, spanking, and a whole other list of stuff that made my stomach react. Not necessarily in a queasy way, either. Every time I saw him, I couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to be tied up and at his mercy. I tried not to imagine his hands down my shorts. I was on one of the other two couches, beside another couple - Robert and Andrew - who had apparently been together about a decade, and had known Bill for about that long. They were almost mirror images of each other - stocky guys with shaved heads and short goatees - Andrew was blond to Robert's dark hair - and they even sported identical wife-beaters, which made it obvious that Robert was the hairier of the two. On the third couch was another of Tim's buds from school, Mark, who I didn't know very well - they had one class together, but I hadn't hung out with him much. He was a bit of a geek, glasses and all, and skinnier than us. I think he helped Tim with his essays, and Tim, in turn, tried to get him to go out a bit more. When Tim had invited us to this party, I'm sure Mark hadn't clued in that most of the guests - us excluded - would be Bill's age, which was why he looked so uncomfortable on the couch between the two guys who'd been talking to him for the last hour or so, heavy on the teasing and flirting. I wasn't sure if they were a couple or not. One was Mac, the other they called Big Al. Mac was - if I'd heard correctly - a corrections officer at the local jail. He had the look for it, he was definitely fit, and thickly so, and his voice was deep and I had no trouble imagining him directing others with it - upon pain of consequence. Big Al was definitely that - he wasn't a gym guy, but a power-lifter. His arms were massive, but his gut wasn't far behind. He had a bushy beard and a loud laugh. Big Al had just wrapped one huge arm around Mark and given him a sudden and tight hug, laughing about how "adorable and shy" he was when I decided I maybe needed to offer a rescue. When he'd invited me to the party, Tim had taken me aside and offered this advice: "Listen. Bill really wants you guys to come, but you know what Mark can be like. If the conversation dies, just ask 'em how they all met. They love to tell that story." So, since the time seemed ripe for a diversion, I blurted out the question "How did you guys all meet?" Big Al let go - Mark offered me a quick glance of thanks and pushed his glasses back onto his nose - and then laughed again. "Was it the key party?" he asked, looking over at Bill. Bill stopped sucking on Tim's face, and smiled. "Shit. I think it was. Us three, anyway," he said, pointing at Big Al and Mac. "A key party?" Mark asked, clearly not understanding the reference. Bill smiled and Tim squirmed a little against Bill's hand. I had no doubt at least one finger was roaming. Bill grinned, and raised his eyebrows in a bit of a leer at Mark. "Everyone tossed their keys into a bowl or a bag. You reach in, pull out a set, and that was who you played with." Mark blinked, and naïvely responded "Played with?" I felt my face blush as I got it. Big Al leaned in close to Mark's ear. "Sucked dick," he said, "or fucked. Y'know. Played. Back in the day it was all about fucking around, spunk everywhere." Mark blushed crimson, and Mac rubbed him on the head, messing up his hair. "Shit, I remember those," Robert said beside me, and Andrew chimed in with a smirk saying "Yeah, I'm sure you do." Bill smiled, and leaning forward just a bit, he reached into the front pocket of his jeans, and with some effort, pulled out his keys. He held them up, jingling. Tim laughed. "Seriously, honey?" He sounded nervous, or a little scared. His smile was nearly manic. I felt my stomach clench. "Uh," Mark said. "Aw, come on," Big Al said, and pulled out his own keys. "Trust me, kid. We had a lot of fun in those days." "Still do," Robert said, and reached into his jeans. Andrew swatted him on the shoulder, but it was half-hearted, and he was smiling. "I don't know," Mark responded, sounding positively squirrely. "Fine," Tim said, surprising me with his vehemence. He slid off Bill's lap - and Bill's hand came free of his shorts - and he left the room long enough to return with a large bowl, and his keys in hand. I stared, stunned, as he put them in the bowl and placed it on the table in the middle of the room. Tim looked at me. "It's up to you guys," he said, and his voice was even and a little strange. "Seriously. I take no responsibility." His smile was still tight, and a little tense. Mac leaned forward and tossed in his keys, as did Big Al. And Robert. Andrew got up and went for his jacket. Mark stared at me. My stomach was doing little flips. "You that eager to maybe have me fuck one of your friends, Tim?" Bill asked, griping Tim's ass. My hand was in my hoodie pocket and my hand was over the bowl before I could really think about what I was doing. My little flash-light key chain went into the bowl. All eyes turned to Mark, and I saw his hand tremble as he pulled out his small ring of keys - he had one of those plastic wrist loops on his dorm keys - and then he let go. He let out a little laugh as they went in, and I looked at Tim. Tim glanced away, looking at Bill. Holy crap. My whole body was shaking. Bill picked up the bowl and put a cloth napkin over it, shaking up the bowl of keys, and then held it out to Tim, saying "You first, baby." Tim bit his lip, and reached into the bowl, moved his hand around for a while, biting his bottom lip and being dramatic, then pulled out a set of keys with a black leather key chain. "Well hello, Tim," said Andrew. "Now what?" Tim asked, looking at Bill. He was breathing a little heavy, and shaking, but he also looked relieved, or perhaps resigned. I couldn't read him. "Now you and Andy go find yourself a room," Bill said, "and do what comes natural." "Natural is going to come pretty far up your ass," Andrew said, rising, "since Robert here never bottoms." Robert laughed. Tim reached out a hand, and Andrew took it, and led him out of the room while Robert laughed and Bill watched them go. Holy crap, I thought again, and then heard the door to one of the three bedrooms open and then close. Robert reached in next, and when he pulled out Mac's keys, which elicited a laugh from Mac. "Well, it's cocksucking, I guess, 'cause I sure as shit don't bottom either." The two left together, smirking. Bill held out the bowl to me, and I ran my hands through the plastic, metal, and cloth that was inside. When I pulled out a set of keys, no one spoke up. "Must be Robert's or Tim's" Bill said, placing them on the table. He held the bowl out to Mark, and he pulled out his own keys, turning bright red when he saw the plastic ring attached to the key he'd picked up. "Masturbation isn't an option," Bill said, and he took the keys from Mark and put them back in the bowl. He held the bowl out for Big Al, and Big Al drew my keys out, the little flashlight hanging off the end of the key he'd snagged. "Boy," Big Al said to me, smiling, adding "You better bottom, because Big Al hasn't had it for weeks." I could barely meet his gaze. My face felt like it was on fire. "Which leaves you and me," Bill said to Mark. "You mind if we take the last bedroom?" He was speaking to Big Al. "My, uh, toy chest is in there." Mark's eyes were huge. "No problem," Big Al said, and then gave Mark a shove. Mark rose shakily, and Bill put down the bowl and took Mark by the arm, leading him toward the master bedroom. "You'll never be the same," I heard him mutter to Mark as they walked, and then the door closed behind them. I looked at Big Al. He grinned broadly saying "Another boy bites the dust," laughing at his own joke. Then he spread his legs a bit wider, and groped his crotch through his jeans. "Get on over here and suck this, boy." (to be continued)

Author's Note: I've read this forum for a long time, but this is my first post. I have a plan for this story, but it isn't completed. This is a slightly fictionalized amalgamation of several different events that have happened to me over the past 2 or 3 years. I welcome any feedback that might improve my storytelling in the future. ___________________________________________ I had been taking a little pnp break to let my body rest from all the parTyinG. I was 2 months into a planned 3 month break, but decided there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of sober play time. I went to the bathhouse after work, figuring I’d hop into the sling and take a load or two and see what happened. After checking in and showering, I walked around naked–I prefer not to use a towel. I saw a 40-something, bald leather daddy type watching a movie in the porn room and rubbing a huge bulge that made my ass twitch. That’s usually not my type, but I was feeling slutty so I figured I’d see if he had a load for me. I sat down next to him made eye contact and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but just motioned for me to follow him, which I obediently did. Back in his room, he turned on the light and motioned for me to sit down. I misinterpreted his gesture, thinking he wanted me on my back, but he grabbed me and placed me in a seated position. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a prepared syringe. I protested, still wanting to stay sober a few more weeks. “Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. Those were the first words he’d spoken and they made me lust for him. I love a man who takes control. I knew that I wouldn’t have any choice in what happened until he was done with me. He wrapped a belt around my arm, and found a vein. I’ve never been able to slam myself, and never even brought myself to watch the needle go in when someone else did it for me. This time was different. I watched every step. He expertly found a vein and gently pushed the point through my skin and into my vein. I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and a bright red flash appeared in the chamber of the syringe. He loosened the belt and in one fluid motion pressed down on the plunger emptying the contents of the rig into my vein. I can still feel what happened next as if it was happening now. For the tiniest fraction of a second, it felt cool. The liquid was colder than my blood. I didn’t cough, but gasped for air as my heart sped up and my ears rang. Then a warmth began in the center of my chest and spread out through my entire body, rippling out in every direction, vibrating and pulsing through every square inch of my body. I realized that I was no longer in control. I was a slave to a man who had slammed me with an unknown amount of crystal meth. I knew that I would do whatever depraved thing he told me to do. His desires would become mine. As the waves of chem-induced pleasure turned into a flood of desire, I was aware of only one thing–my ass. It needed to be filled with cock and cum. I hoped it would be rough and I needed it to not stop for a very long time. Just then, my leather daddy reached back and slapped me across the face with his open hand, surprising me and leaving my cheek warm and tingly. “Come on faggot. You’ve got work to do.”

I met up with a guy who likes to use me. He tried my arms to the bed, lifted up my legs to fuck me, but weirdly he got out a condom and put it on, even though in the past he had generally fucked me bareback. But before he entered my ass, he reached into a draw in the bedside cabinet and pulled out an obviously used rubber, which obviously contained a large load of cum. He cut a small slit in it the head of the condom, and poured some cum onto his fingers, which he then immediately slid into my ass. After finger fucking me for a bit he lined up his covered cock, poured more of the spunk over his cock and fucked me. As he did so, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear that he found that rubber at a cruising area which he frequents. He added he didn't know who's cum it was. I panicked a bit, but then he grabbed my cock and started to wank me and continued doing until I shot, at which point he pulled out and shot his load all over my face. Part of me is worried, but another part is completely turned on by the whole experience!

It's sometimes called jizzjoy, sometimes cumdrunk...And I know this topic has been covered before, particularly here: https://breeding.zone/topic/17085-iblastinside-qa-is-jizzjoy-real-yes-would-i-be-less-uptight-if-i-went-raw-yes/?hl=jizzjoy But I wanted to open up a discussion, because almost every time I get a raw cumshot in my ass I experience a really strong reaction for about an hour afterwards, and sometimes longer. When I feel that warm rush inside me, there's an overwhelming flood of endorphins that makes my whole body tingle and shudder. Like something beyond my control has pushed me out of myself. Like pleasure but so so intense, it's hard to put words on it. Then after a few minutes it can go one of two ways... The first is a kind of joyous ecstasy. I start to smile, and feel a genuine deep joy whilst simultaneously my cock gets harder than it ever gets anytime else. Sometimes I laugh, other times my body erupts into sweet tickly shivers. Often the top is gone by this point and I'm just enjoying the sweet glow by myself. The second way it can go is I get real wired, a ramrod hard horniness and a shivering body like I've just had a huge surge of energy and power. My breath shakes as I inhale and exhale, my body shudders and I can barely walk. I'm in ecstasy in the classical sense - beyond pleasure and pain into something wide-eyed and fucking primordial. The effect is strong enough for people on occasion to ask me if I'm high. ...which I suspect I am but not with chems. There's some evidence that semen contains a whole range of chemicals that elicit happiness and can manipulate mental and emotional states. Particularly with the second state of shivering, energetic high I can sometimes get really reckless in any subsequent sexual encounter... which of course I love!! There are times when cum is like a drug to me. It feels a bit weird to admit that openly, but the truth is I wouldn't have it any other way. So, I'd like to hear from other guys - particularly bottom guys - do you experience similar feelings of jizzjoy as I do? Does it affect you differently? And top guys, have you ever witnessed your cum appearing to cause jizzjoy in your bottom guy when you fuck him bare? Tell me about your experiences. Does anyone else get this as intensely as I seem to, or is this level of jizzjoy kind of normal for most guys...? Tell me. Looking forward to what comes up!

hola am a beautiful Brazilian transsexual. I am full bareback for men who like liberal sex without taboos , got it in my house all men who want to spend quality time with me ... Relaxed take a drink can talk like we're lovers ! I am dominant and I love being the boss. if u this trip by Spain for tourism or business contact only by me can be the ideal companion can travel across europe

Up until now, biggest regret i have is not to explore my sex life to the fullest when i was in city. Currently I stuck in country area, middle of nowhere and here its very hard to find sex. All bookstores are far away so can't go there as much as i would like to. All gay apps are suck big time. All chat no actions.

Great story.... and as you (rightly I fear) felt like UK was about to get tucked over,,, might as well "celebrate" by actually getting fucked The silver lining being even if he believed in pulling out of the EU at least he didn't believe in pulling out of everything.......

Was chatting with this cool older guy on Grindr who seemed really laid back cool and most of all a hungry hungry bottom. He was very handsome but had a disability causing him to be in a wheelchair. This doesn't bother me in the least, it's really all about chemistry regardless. He was very cool and nice, and we hit it off. I swung by his place today, he's married and wears a wedding ring, and I fucked his brains out in his and his wife's bed. He was the BEST kisser I've ever had in my life. Literally. I pumped his guts out, and gave him two loads. He orgasmed and came all over himself and left him with his cum all over him. Needless to say, we both had a great time! Just an FYI, don't be so quick to exclude a guy who might have a disability, he might end up being one of the best lays you ever had! This was certainly the case with the guy I met, I think I've made a great fuckbud.

I usually want them up my ass, but I love swallowing loads too. Once had a guy I met online come over, about an hour later than he said he'd be there, and he didn't fit his description--hairier, heavier, a little older, and not all that pleasant. But he had a pretty big dick thick, and had thick coarse hair growing up his shaft. He kept his teeshirt and boxers on dick hanging through the slit. I started sucking and I can get off on dirty talking but this guy was more rude than dirty talk. I just wanted it to be over and done--although the thick hairy dick was nice to savor. I told him I didn't want to be bred, wanted his load in my mouth and he said ok but he'd just fuck me a little raw. He was pounding, talking shit as he fucked me, and his huge foreskin could be felt in my guts, coarse hairy dick scratching my ass lips. I reminded him to give me his load orally and let me clean his foreskin and he said ok. Eventually he's holding me down talking about pigfucking my cunt and I could tell he's getting close, give another reminder to let me swallow his cum and he pins me down and shouts, "shut the fuck up, I fuck pighole how I want cunt" and starts spewing a lot inside me. He kept grunting and shooting cum in me, I'm pinned under him and can't move, but he seemed to enjoy forcing me to take his cum. I had such mixed feelings. I wanted to throw up thinking this slob just bred me, yet his cock was hot, hurt a little, and my ass was juicy wet and burning. He laid on top of my back still in my asshole, breathing heavy, dick throbbing. About 20 minutes later he starts stirring and he's fucking me again, I'm trying to hold the cum inside my hole, he doesn't say a word, and I'm trying to wiggle out from under him. He steps up his fuck and gets rough again, finally saying he's not going anywhere and he has to make sure I'm pregnant so I don't forget him. He slaps my face every so often calling me a worthless whore who doesn't deserve his dick, I'm lucky he's using me. He's hurting me but it's a turnoff also. He finally cums jamming deep with every spurt, stays inside again breathing heavy for about 5 minutes. Then he gets up, still wearing his boxers and teeshirt dick hanging out and he dresses quickly, tells me to just lay there so he can look at my pighole and admire how he used me. He grabbed me by the face inches away looking at me and says to keep his fucking shit up my ass so I'll be wet when he comes back after having a few beers. or there will be hell to pay. He looked pretty convincing and wasn't sure what to do--go away? Lock doors and don't answer it if he returns? Almost two hours later he texts me and asks if he can leave more cum in my guts. I said yes. He was over in 15 minutes reeking of beer, was sweeter but still rough, hardly talked and fucked me again then asked me nicely to clean his foreskin off of cum. I sucked on that thing like it was a last meal. He left, screen name changed, never saw him again.

Had a top cum by yesterday morning and breed me deep then another top arrived 30 minutes later. Had 2 loads in me when I left for work. Waiting on another top to breed me this morning. Love getting knocked up.

For me as a bottom, being fucked bare versus being fucked rubbered are as different as being fucked rubbered versus being fucked with a dildo. Without a rubber I can feel the warmth, movement and the sliding sensations of his cock inside me much more keenly. Those sensations are much more present, and are often almost completely absent with a rubber. But, ok, sometimes if a top REALLY insists on fucking me safe, I can get over the loss of those sensations. Except that, when he's about to cum, it's like the path divides for me. If he's bare, I will feel his cum shoot inside, I'll get the warm rush, feel the sudden extra lubrication especially if the top keeps fucking me. And I get the jizzjoy, very intensely, for a long time afterwards. The other side of the path is if he's rubbered. He still gets to cum. He still gets to keep fucking me, but I am completely denied that warm rush, the psychological awesomeness of his cum fucked into me. I am denied the jizzjoy. So yeah, for me, bare and safe are hugely different. If you put on a rubber, you may as well just go ahead and fuck me with a dildo instead...

Was in DC this weekend and went out with friends to Secrets then Crew Club after. Was my second time at Crew, the one time I was too scared to do anything. Well got a room and my friend bred me and went wild from there on. I got fucked in the sauna by a guy with a huge 11+ cock who bred me, as well as took a few loads in the slings. I left with 9 loads in my hole leaking out. Got back to my hotel room and had a guy over who fisted and bred me again. Then I chatted on grindr and found three bottoms who I bred. Loved every minute of it.

I had a good night tonight. A bud of mine and I were chatting and he was lamenting the fact we haven't gotten together in a while. He likes to breed me while I'm blindfolded, and has a great cock that lasts a long long time. Initially we were looking down the road to get together in a couple days, but somehow he ended-up hopping into an Uber and coming up to my place. He was worried that I needed him to shower, but I certainly didn't care. And as usual, he did not disappoint. He was rock hard before I even touched him, and when I went down on his big dick, and he tasted delicious. He was making fun of the fact that Grindr & Scruff were going off while we were playing. I apparently had forgotten to silence the phone. Oops. One of the best things he did is something I don't think he realized he was doing, which is to say, after he started to fuck me, he was breathing down my spine, and rubbing his beard on it as well. When done right I have full body orgasms and he kept this up for several minutes. I didn't tell him what it was that he was doing because guys do it wrong all the time when they know. The two of us tease each other about who is really in control. There were several times he had to pull out because my ass was grabbing him in a way that all but triggered his load to blow. The Kegel exercises really do wonders when you're on the bottom After we had fucked around for an hour or so he blew his load deep in my hole and I felt so much better, but still was only warmed up, so I got on-line, hoping to catch another of my buds. He wasn't on but I left him a message, suggesting we schedule a fuck later in the week. This particular guy had always played save, until a three-way session I had with him and his friend. Both of us fucked his friend bareback, which gave me some hope I could get him to play raw with me. Anyhow, he messaged me after a few minutes. Although he wasn't on when I wrote him, he had picked-up my message almost immediately thereafter. He said that he could meet later in the week, but as for right then and there, unless I wanted to spend a lot of time working on his dick, he was too drunk. I was at his place so quickly it wasn't even funny. He isn't my normal type as he is a bit of a punk rocker or alternative boy, but he has a nice thick uncut dick. His claim that he would need a lot of attention to get hard was a lie as he was hard only a few seconds after I began sucking him. Since I knew he was slightly out of it, I thought I might be able to get a little bareback action, one way or another, so before I had left my place, I squirted a little Vaseline in my hole, just in case I was lucky. After blowing him for several minutes, I crouched on top of him, lined-up his dick and my ass, and began teasing his cock head. He apparently loved the prospects, but when I tried to slide the tip in, he stopped asked if I needed lube. He specifically brought up lube, and while this is the point he usually also brought-up condoms, this time he didn't say the word. I grabbed some lube, added it to what was already in my hole, gave his cock a once-over, and sat on him bare. Yes! The Vaseline was unnecessary. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt. I rode him for what seemed to be forever. The smile never left his face, which told me how much he was enjoying it. At one point he started breathing heavier and then tensed-up, thrusting upwards, and remaining stationary in my hole. I thought he was cumming, and couldn't help myself, but instead shot a huge load all over myself. Afterwards I asked if he had cum, and as he hadn't, I went down on him again, sucking his dick for a minute or so until he shot. Even if I didn't get his load in my hole, it was an incredibly hot fuck. Can't wait until next time!

Things have changed since I wrote this. On Scruff, I'm now openly saying "I like bareback and I'm not a big fan of condoms. My choice and my responsibility." along with a clear indication I'm on PrEP. On Grindr, which is more local so you have to be more subtle, I'm simply saying "I'm on PrEP" with both wink and devil emojis. Perhaps not so subtle as guys are opening with "can I fuck you bb?" so it's clearly working. I'm just at the point where I'm not remotely interested in hiding it anymore. I have even stopped seeing a regular fuck bud because of his insistence on using a condom to fuck me. I respect his choice, but it's not what I want anymore. Damn shame cos he was fucking hot but easy cum, easy go...

Hardly a porn star, more like a porn tourist, but... I did a scene for Triga here in the UK. On the DVD 'Fucking Gangsters - Extra Dealings', opening 60-minute scene. Watersports, group sex, licking feet and trainers/sneakers, fucking and ending with me being bukkake'd. The fucking wasn't bareback, but kinda faked in the edit to look like it... Did a couple of other scenes for some obscure pay-per-view sites, but they never went anywhere. The Triga one I did get recognised from for a while - Triga sells widely in Europe - which was cool. That was a few years ago. I'd do porn again in a heartbeat, especially if it was bareback porn. A TIM scene would be ideal, but probably I'm out of age range by now. Anyway, for fun, here's two screen caps of the Triga scene where I'm being fucked and pissed on!

For me, if I haven't let it go within about 4 to 6 hours after being fucked, then its getting absorbed. If another guy fucks me using the previous cumshot as lube, usually it's pretty guaranteed I won't see either shot again. I never see anything the next day, but perhaps different guys have different absorption rates...

He's too young for you. I'm surprised you let him move in. Sorry, but the bit about the mom kicking him out does not mean you need to become his legal guardian. If you are going to pull boys off Grindr in search of more than just sex, you need to screen the guys better. I do hope you will be gentle with this kid. I actually hold you more responsible than I do him for how this has turned out because you're older. It sounds like you were perfectly fine to play along until you got tired of him, and now you want some sort of validation for wanting to kick him to the curb. What goes around comes around so proceed with caution.

Kinda tangential to what you're talking about, but... About a year ago I fucked a guy in a sauna - as a lifelong and very proud bottom, no one was more surprised than me. So for the last year I've had bottom/versatile on my Scruff profile, even though I haven't fucked anyone else. This thread has inspired me to remove that versatile listing and, aside from that obvious one-off, go back to being a 100% and very proud bottom! Thanks guys!

I was 5 and my uncle he was 12 thankfully didn't last long, crave ever since

I will probably end up poz. I tend to think of 'when it happens' rather than if, especially as a bb btm who takes loads from all sorts of strangers and has never asked status once. That said, I'm on PrEP at the moment (Event Based Dosing, the riskier version), and although it does feel like the risk is much lower, it also feels like cheating. I've lived with the risk of HIV for so long it feels like that risk is part of barebacking. So, I don't know, I'll probably end up coming off PrEP and letting nature take its course...

That's one to remember when in the next years the question comes up "Where were you when you heard the referendum results"! ;-)

Matt was dreaming, a pound sensation happening over and over again. He could feel his cock swell and harden in his dream-like state. He fantasized about taking raw cock. He imagined his teammates like Bryan, a soccer stud and football god, holding him down, forcing him to take his cock. He picture Diego, a hot latino buddy of his with a lean body and tan skin, shoving his cock into his mouth, forcing Matt to gag on his uncut latino dick. This dream was making Matt's cock swell. Next his teammates morphed into different versions of themselves. Bryan had pierced nipples and a pierced cock, sporting a big scorpion tattoo on the side of his abdomen, sweet dripping down his abs as he forced Matt to take his cock balls deep. Matt knew he was fantasizing about Bryan being poz, a leather cockring around his 7 inch cock. Likewise, Diego sported a big biohazard tat just above his cock and below his hairless, perfect abs. He looked gaunt and leaner than Matt had remembered. Fuck this was a hot dream, Matt thought. Feeling Bryan forcing his poz cock into his tight hole as Diego shoved his cock down his willing throat. Slowly the fucking became more intense, Matt feeling the momentum ripple through his whole body, like he was quickly swinging back and forth, almost like a hammock. He felt a pinch on his nipple, causing Matt to slightly open his eyes, seeing darkness. Slowly the sound of moaning flooded into his consciousness. It sounded like a group of men all fucking, sucking, gagging on cock. A thick black cock appeared before his eyes, slowly forcing its way into his mouth. Reflexively, Matt opened his mouth, allowing the 9 inch cock to enter his mouth and slide down his throat. His concentration on the black cock was broken by his body being slammed forward, forcing him to bob up and down on the cock. Opening his eyes wider, he was eye level with the torsos of at least five guys. Confused, in a moment of panic, he choked on the cock in his throat and tried to lift his head. "Well, looks like Matt is finally wake," Matt heard Trent's familiar voice say. A few men laughed. Matt, the evening rushing back to him, slowly realized who he was with. "Most everyone showed up why you were passed out on G, fag. These are my poz breeding brothers." Matt, eyes adjusting to the darkness, made out that there was at least 8 or 9 guys in the room with him. A muscular latino with a big cock and an emaciated look continued pounding Matt's hole without interruption. Matt couldn't help but think that this guy must be in the late stages of AIDS. His cheeks were prominent on his wasted face, without an ounce of fat on his body. Seeing that, knowing that his poz load may well be lethal caused Matt's hole to tighten up on his cock, hoping to squeeze out the toxic cum he was quickly becoming addicted to. "You passed out from a little to much G, baby," Trent continued, "so we carried you over to a sling room, getting you positioned for everyone to fuck you. You must have taken at least a dozen toxic loads by now." Matt could feel his hole, the soreness now coming to his attention, as the latino guy came in him and an older daddy taking his place within seconds. He felt the older man pulling on his jockstrap. Matt wonder when they had slipped that back on him. He could still feel the cockring he had on early squeezing his limp T dick. He began moaning louder as the daddy fucking him began to thrust faster and faster, the pain in Matt's hole increasing with the onslaught. He felt someone place a bottle in his hand, knowing it was poppers. He held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, feeling his hole respond by sucking in the cock that was fucking him. "Hit it again," Trent commanded. Matt inhaled, his hole feeling nice and loose, his face flushed. "Again," Trent said. Matt inhaled strongly again. His head beginning to swim from the lack of air and the effects of the poppers. "Again," and Matt dutifully obeyed, his breaths becoming swallower and faster as he attempted to get some air. "Keep going," Trent commanded again, Matt's head rushing and his hands shaking. Someone took the bottle before he spilt it, with Matt barely noticing. He didn't even feel the extra few fingers that had invaded his hole along side the older daddies cock. God, Matt thought, he had never felt so loose before. The older man pulled his cock out after a few more minutes of fucking him, presumably having blasted his DNA all over over Matt's guts. He walked over to Matt's head, forcing him to suck the cum covered cock clean. Matt tasted it, the cum covered cock, a mixture of all the toxic loads that had been dumped in him. He could feel the warmth of the cock, hot from having been buried in his rectum just seconds ago. He even taste a hint of blood, mixed with another flavor. "Fuck," the older man moaned, "this slut loves ass-to-mouth. How does your boypussy taste?," he asked. Matt moaned a muffled yes the best he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat, Matt trying his best to suppress his gag reflex. He noticed his hole was empty and he desperately wanted a cock to fill it. His wish was fulfilled a second later by a random black guy he hadn't seen before. "Fuck," Matt thought, "his cock is fucking thick." It was hurting Matt as much as it felt good, but he was so desperate to get fucked, he wasn't going to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Trent, a small camcorder in hand, filming Matt's corruption on camera. Dan seemed to be filming something similar on his phone. Trent saw Matt looking. "You ready to be a pornstar boy?" "MMhhmmm" Matt moaned, cock in his mouth. The thought of being exposed online got him so hard, his hole tighten around the cock in his hole. Trent got close in with the camera. The cock in Matt's mouth taken out. Trent leaned in, focusing the camera on Matt's face. "You ready for another toxic load faggot?" "Yes sir," Matt replied in a moaning, whiney voice the jock stud would have never have sounded like only 24 hours ago. "Are you ready to take another HIV+ load in your hole?" "Yes sir, please. I want more poz cum." "How old are you boy?" Trent asked for the camera. "18" "And your still in high school?" "Yes sir. Jefferson high school." "What's your name?" "Matt. Matt... Pierson." Matt couldn't believe he was admitting this on cam but it made him hornier and hornier. The meth was making him lose all his inhibitions. His limp tina cock was calling the shots now, and it was telling Matt to expose himself as the AIDs whore he was. "Say hi to your mom and dad," Trent prompted, a sinister smile on his face. He zoomed in on Matt's face. "Hi mom and dad," Matt said smiling meekly at the camera, slightly ashamed but mostly aroused. "Do you know who is fucking how?" Trent asked him. "No sir, I've never met any of these men before." "And what are they wearing for protection?" "Nothing, it's all bareback." "And you wanted that?" Trent questioned him again. "Yes sir." "And you know what we all have?" "Everyone is poz sir. They have HIV+ and I've been taking their loads all night." "That's right faggot. You've been turned into a hole, a cumdump taking loads from complete strangers, poz strangers." Trent panned the camera over to Matt's hole, to get a perspective of Matt taking raw cock. He watched the cock slide in and out of Matt's hole. The hole remained gaping open, it's edges red and puffy from being fucked for hours. Cum dripped out of his open hole, cum making the bands of his jockstrap wet. A pool of cum and lubed pooling in the low point of the sling.Trent kept Matt's face in frame the entire time. Trent asked Matt, "And who do you want to become poz from your school? Who do you want to fuck you?" Without thinking, Matt responded, "Diego, Bryan, Chris, Louis, my soccer teammates." "And what has turned you into a cumdump whore? What drug?" "I've slammed crystal meth, tina, all night." Dan, ready for the prompt, got the gear ready, going over to Matt and tying off his arm. Holding the point up to the camera. Trent, finding the perfect angle, continued filming. On camera, you saw the point go into Matt's arm, the scarlet color of his blood when the plunger was pulled back. Slowly, Dan pushed the plunger in, Matt's face becaming red. Matt coughed, the rush pervading his body for the third time in a day. "How does it feel?" Trent asked. "I feel like a fucking god! I feel so good. I want to get fucked hard, by more poz cock." His eyes went wide, guys switched positions, another cock feeling his hole. Trent handed the cam to Dan and started preparing for their next activity. Guys continued to come and leave, the crowd a little less then earlier, when Matt was just waking up from his G overdose. Trent pulled a rag out of his bag, spraying Maximum Impact on it. He knew Matt could tolerate a heavy dose. Going over to Matt, he managed to tie it around his head, knowing it would force him to inhale through the cloth. Matt, letting Trent control him, accepted the cloth without question. He could smell the chemical scent of it, quickly feeling its affects. He felt like his surroundings were becoming mute, a sensation of being underwater. He could feel Trent fingering his hole, sticking in all for fingers with no resistance. Trent tuck in his thumb, slowly working it in. Slowly moving it in and out, his knuckles making a bit of forward progress each time. He could hear Matt moaning in pain, knowing that each breath was taking him more and more out of it. Fast enough, he felt Matt's hole give way, his hand becoming sucked in up to the wrist, feeling Matt surrounding his hand with his hole. "God," Trent thought, "my fag is perfect. I'm going to love training him over the next couple of months." Dan continued filming, catching ever second of Matt's descent into depravity, his complete loss of innocence. Trent could't help but smile, thinking about what a hot video this evening would make. Knowing that it would be the tool to form Matt into the poz cumdump he was meant to be. Trent continued working his hand out, feeling the hole push him out. Again, he started pushing in, feeling the hole grasping his hand. Matt, head spinning and feeling lightheaded, felt Trent's hand invading his hole. It felt so intense, feeling him up each time he entered, the pain worth every second of that wonderful feeling. How could it fill so fantastic to have a hand in him? He could feel it pressing on his bladder, his prostate. Trent was going faster, stretching his hole, lube and toxic cum plopping out with each withdrawal of Trent's hand. Suddenly, Matt felt Trent hitting this spot, stimulating a spot in Matt that made his dick go wild. Before he realized it, Matt noticed that he had pissed him, drenching his jock in the few places left that hadn't been drenched by cum or sweat. It was the last thing he distinctly remembered from the rest of the evening, fists still forcing their way in and out of his hole, cocks entering his mouth and hole, random men dumping their poz seed in him. Trent smiled, happy to see his faggot totally blissed out, taking fists and cocks without resistance. In one evening he had transformed a neg stud boy into a filthy faggot full of dirty toxic seed. He knew that when Matt woke up the next day that he'd be conflicted, still not totally convinced of what he had done. Trent knew that the crash from his high would also leave him feeling weak and vulnerable. Trent knew he would have to coach him through it the first time, taking care of him, making sure he didn't run off to his parents or the emergency room, desperately hoping PEP could still save him. After a few more hours, Trent and Dan helped Matt down from his sling, helping him walk back through the building, out a back exit and to the car. Matt was still in just his jock, cum, sweat, and piss covering his body. Dan and Trent had changed already, looking like the clean cut guys they held themselves out to the world to be. They chatted, talking about meeting up the next day. While Matt was sleeping off his crash, he and Dan would edit the footage they had taken tonight, getting it ready to put online. Trent smirked, so happy to have the footage he had taken tonight. He knew it would be the ace in the hole he needed to convince Matt to accept his new lot in life as a cum dump poz whore. Dan helped load Matt in the car, laying him down in the back and then taking off. Trent got in the in the car, picking up his phone. He saw Dan had been sending him messages with pictures of Matt taking cock, slamming, and being used as a poz cumdump. Smiling, he pick up Matt's phone, sending some of his favorites to it. He began flipping through the contacts, eventually coming across a Bryan, Chris, Louis and a Diego. Creating a group text, Trent selected some of his favorite photos to send to the studs Matt had lusted for earlier. Trent had no idea how this would play out for Matt, but he was getting off on the prospect of outing Matt to his teammates. Hitting send, Trent put down the phone, started his car, and headed for home with his new fag passed out in the bag, leaking toxic cum from his hole and freshly outed to his teammates.

With respect to sex, I have two that are big enough to be biggest: First, I wish I had thought that I was more of a catch than I did when I was younger. I always started every interaction assuming the other guy wasn't interested. I'm not saying I *was* a catch (although when I look at pics of myself from when I was 20 I wonder what the heck I was complaining about) - just that I would have enjoyed everything I did a lot more, and I would have probably done even more of it, which is saying a lot. Second, and maybe this is connected to the first, I wish I hadn't been so jealous of other bottoms. Sure, I'm still insatiable, and I love being the one bottom milking every cock in the room, building, ... city limits But it's only recently that I stopped envying or even resenting other bottoms getting their fair share. In short, I guess I never really learned to play well with others when I was a kid, which for one thing isn't a very nice way to be, and for another probably resulted in me missing out on some good times and decent friendships. Oh wait - there's a third, having to do with a circus sized cock on an Arab dude at a Paris bathhouse, but I'll save that story for another time.

Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.

Part 7 I looked at my unconscious brother laying on the floor. "Oh Elijah," I thought to myself. "You have no idea what's in store for you." I didn't even know what was in store for me. Mr. Jackson held our destinies. One on the men bent down and checked his pulse. "He's fine. That dose of chloro will keep him out for a few hours." "Plenty of time to get back to the cabin." Mr. Jackson said, turning to me and popping a pill into my mouth. "This will settle you down and let you sleep. You've had a busy couple of days boy." It wasn't long before It started to kick in and I felt groggy. Soon I was out like a light. I have no idea how long I slept. It felt like a couple of days. But the next thing I remember was waking up on a mattress on the ground in what was some kind of celler. As my head cleared I figured out my collar was chained to the wall and I couldn't move far. There was a jug of water within reach and I grabbed it, frantically trying to quench my enormous thirst. "Jacob!" I heard my brother loudly whisper. "You're awake! What's going on? Where are we?" I looked across the celler and saw a cage that contained my brother. It was about 3 feet by 4 feet, with thick metal bars. He was naked inside with a collar on like mind. His body had been shaved of all hair except for his head, like me. "What's going to happen to us? He was having sex with you, wasn't he?" Elijah grab the bars and shook them, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Pray Jacob. Pray with me for God to help us!" I looked at him blankly. "God can't save us brother." Elijah cried harder as he shook his cage. Then a door opened and Mr. Jackson came down the stairs. "I see you are awake now boy. You slept for several days. But now your ready for more." I didn't say anything as Elijah stared at him with rage. "First things first however. Its time for your brother to start his training." Mr. Jackson unlocked the cage and opened the door. Elijah crawled out and stood up, before charging for the stairs. A powerful jolt to his collar brought him to his knees, screaming in pain as he clutched his neck. "Foolish boy, you will learn." Two men descended the stairs and grabbed Elijah, dragging him upstairs. I could hear him yelling at the men as they disappeared from view. Eventually the yelling quieted down and Mr. Jackson unchained me from the wall and led me up the stairs. Elijah was strapped down to the fuckbench, his legs spread wide, his asshole exposed and vulnerable. His mouth was spread open wide with a metal contraption, keeping him unable to close his mouth. Mr. Jackson secured my collar to a ring and turned his attention to my brother. Stroking his bare buttocks, Mr. Jackson elicited a fresh bout of incomprehensible yelling from Elijah. He just smiled as he moved behind his helpless prey. Letting several gobs of spit land on his cock, he lined up the head right against Elijah's unprotected hole. The room grew deathly silent. Not even Elijah made a sound. Then he did it. Mr. Jackson plunged his cock into my brother as hard as he could, sinking it in one, long non stop lunge. I had never heard a scream like I heard from my brother. I thought he was dying. Tears flowed out of his eyes, snot ran out of his nose, and he howeled and bucked, trying to get away from the pole that had him impaled. Mr. Jackson just laughed and started ramming his new fuckhole deep and hard. I stared in amazement and pity as I watched my brother endure the worst pain he had ever experienced. Mr. Jackson's cock was coated in thick, red mucus as he plummeted the tight hole. Elijah just continued to scream. One of the men moved to my brothers head and grabbed his hair, pulling it up. Without pausing, he shoved his hard cock straight into Elijah's mouth and down his throat. My brother choked and gagged, spit and vomit pouring out of his mouth as his face was raped as hard as his ass. Both men relentlessly plugged his holes until they came at the same time, filling him from both ends at once. When they pulled out, Mr. Jackson grabbed me and forced his messy cock into my mouth to clean off my brothers rape juices. Then he looked at my sobbing brother, picking up a rubber tube and a needle. "I wanted the first one to be pure and clean. Now it's time to introduce you to your new medicine."

My favourite bit is the AIDS whore dying just at the end of the story... I'm chasing AIDS because I want to die with AIDS, and a man who can kill a whore with his AIDS is the horniest thing possible for me...

Because you're a hot little faggot slut.

Got that right they are not so into themselves and usually give good hot sex

that sucks because im in my mid 20s, a hung bbc top and all i want is older white raw bottoms (over 50). when i travel thats all i look for.

have updated your story; and will repost it and say its the FULL & COMPLETE version: "I want to give you my AIDS, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT, he'd appeared just a couple of weeks ago, geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, he was hot, but obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. This looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, not just to get pozzed, to get AIDS fucked deep into my guts. Still neg after taking several loads I knew were high VL and a bunch of anon loads, this was my chance to get the infection I craved. There was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high VL AIDS top, would taking an AIDS load mean certain infection? I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. 5 minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio, I made it in 3 minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock, it was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed, the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole, I getting AIDS virus on me! "You want my AIDS, disease, you want that?" "Yes, yes, give it to me, spread your AIDS!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected 3 men that I know off, you'll be number 4, you want that, you want my AIDS?" "Yes, yes, please, give it to me, infect me now, please infect me, give your AIDS babies!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, one more faggot lusting to die from AIDS, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and whined into my ear. "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one AIDS infected fucker, spreading it!" A warm flood filled my guts as he spewed his filth . I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, sobbing and whining, pumping his vile AIDS cum into me. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I started crying, I had just gotten AIDS fucked, hopefully bred and super infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burn, was I bleeding? If I was, the super virus had a straight shot at my bloodstream. Had he just infected me with HIV, would I get his AIDS? My demons hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks, was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding, no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over him and swallowed his still hard cock, more cum, ass juice, no taste of blood. He was ready very quickly, he flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and bit my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. I moaned and pushed my ass at him as he mounted me again. This time he slid in with no trace of burn, my neg ass well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in again, stroking deep, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for demon infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your AIDS, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me fulla death cum, give me your demons and AIDS!" He slammed in hard, humped me deep and moaned. "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna breed you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you and kill you! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my AIDS juice, yeah, you gonna die from this fuck!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep, I could feel his cock pulse and hot demon semen squirt out into my guts, more toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. demon seed. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my AIDS, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my AIDS! One guy already died from my AIDS, you're next!" I lay back breathing hard, asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts, I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with his demon seed.. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of his dirty cum and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts, so far, I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with AIDS before I left? My cock would not go down. He moaned and pushed me off his cock, I lay back and smiled, feeling cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to die from that fuck." "I do, I wanted death cum in my butt, I want AIDS in me, as much as I can get. I want to die from your AIDS babies." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while, my doctor is poz himself and knows my evil desires and told me if I cum in somebody, I'll should try to infect them. My doc supports me and is totally ok with that." I realized I was, I no longer had any doubt that the devil needed me to get AIDS. "Yes, I am. I want you to transfer the devil's bug into my body, I want you to infect me with HIV, I want to die from your AIDS." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me for evil. " "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again, but follow the rules" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me, until you test poz for AIDS?" Then no meds! You can go to my private doctor and he'll help us in our quest. "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your AIDS, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night, I finally waddled home about 4, asshole raw, bleeding and leaking scum. In the next 2 weeks he screwed me brutally at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz, another dicksucker successfully infected with AIDS. Right after I got the news, my AIDS daddy texted me, another guy he infected 2 years ago had successfully died from AIDS. And I shot my load and told him that I intend to die also in 3 years, after spreading it. Reply Report Edit

damn! i blew a load hard reading this! would love to get pozzed like that!

Saw a local 24 yo white grad student from scruff in the liquor store at the corner from my apartment. We'd been seeing each other online for a couple of weeks, but we never met. His profile says he's a big sub bottom with a cum fetish. I started chatting with him in line at the store and invited him over to my apartment for a quick drink. We weren't even through with the first whiskey and coke before he was bent over my bed. I started pounding him with my bare cock. We never even bothered changing positions. He was craving cum. After I unloaded in him, he took his bag and left. Not 3 minutes had gone by before he texted me and asked if I had another round in me. I told him to get his hairy ass back to my place. I fucked him again and left another load up his gut. He put on his gym shorts, and I walked him to the lobby of my building. As we were saying goodbye, you could see the cum running down his leg on the marble floor... 2015 is off to a good start. I uploaded the pics I took after each breeding. You can see his red gym shorts never even made it off of him before the breeding started.

here's my vid. xtube link no longer works AIDSWHORE+licking+TOILETS+2.wmv

was a cash slave a few times. lost a few thousand euros. love it. would love to have a german master for that again. and being his fuck hole, too.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qGGaq-G190-#.U524PSiGd76 The first time I drank from a urinal was when I was cruising the restrooms at GWU... I usually would strip naked there and suck guys off, but this time, the guy wanted to fuck me so I went to the urinal and leaned against the wall... next thing I knew he was shoving my head into the urinal and fucking me bareback (I only fucked safe back then - within a year I got into bugchasing, being converted, and becoming a tinawhore here's a vid of me drinking from a toilet... I had some stranger I met online post it onto his xtube profile (so I can never take it down) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qGGaq-G190-#.U524PSiGd76

My attitude about whether and when a bottom cums while I'm fucking him depends on the situation. Generally speaking I like to see a bottom get hard and cum while fucking him with as little manual stimulation as possible. However, my bigger concern is the bottom's unloading ruining the overall fuck. If he wants to stop after cumming and I've got more fucking to do I'm gonna be pissed. So I usually work to avoid that and the bottom can deal with it from there as he wants

Bill slid his dick out of me and I grunted a bit – I didn’t think I’d ever had my hole used like this, and I was usually pretty generous with lube and had never gone skin-on-skin before. Spit and cum weren't providing the slickness needed by any stretch, 'though I also hadn’t felt so completely and incredibly fucked in my life – Bill wasn’t lying when he said the freedom was incredible. I was still shaking. Bill smiled at me, saying “Come on, it's time to go untie the little slut.” He rose completely unselfconsciously, his dick still semi-hard, a drip of cum dropping onto the wood floor. I moved slower, and more awkwardly – his load was deep in my hole, and I had to clench my ass to keep it from running out. I followed him back to the master bedroom, where, upon arrival, we found Andrew laying on his back, resting beside Mark, who was bound. Andrew had obviously just fucked Mark. Through the open door to the ensuite, I could hear the shower going. I stood quietly while Bill untied Mark’s legs and hands, then undid the gag and slid the blindfold off the young man. Mark blinked, as though he was waking up from a long dream. When he stood up, he was limping and bowlegged, and cum leaked down his legs. I noticed his ass was bright red, which made me wonder if someone had been spanking him. My dick twitched a little at the thought. I felt a kind of low-level of jealousy and was surprise when Bill wrapped his arms around Mark, giving Mark’s ear a quick nibble before murmuring “You’re a good little slut. You make sure to tell me any other fantasies you’ve got, and I’ll make 'em happen, okay?” Mark nodded, blushing a deep red, “Thank you,” he said, in a weak voice. Bill slapped Mark’s ass. “There’s an empty bedroom down the hall. I’m sure someone will tuck you in later,” he said. On the bed, eyes still closed, Andrew snickered as Mark took the hint and left the room. Bill looked at me. I felt my whole body heat up the way his eyes roamed up and down me. “You should hop in the shower, get ready for bed,” he said, and he winked at me. He nodded through the door to the ensuite. Then he looked at Andrew, gave him a friendly shove to the shoulder, suggesting “And you, go tell Tim he did a good job. And do whatever else comes natural.” Andrew grinned, opened his eyes, and got up. I walked nervously into the ensuite. The shower curtain was drawn, and clouds of steam were filling the small bathroom. I swallowed, listening to the sound of someone obviously cleaning up behind the white curtain. I bit my lip, and looked back out into the bedroom. Bill was watching me. He nodded again. I moved into the bathroom and pulled on the curtain enough to step into the tub. Mac was under the hot stream of water, and he turned when he realized I was behind him. The water darkened the hair all over his body. “Well if it isn’t the boy with the delicious ass who showed no gratitude.” He reached down and stroked his dick – he was semi-hard, uncut, and had low, hanging balls covered with that wet dark hair. I licked my lips, and felt that wild freedom again. Bill was right. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. He’d sent me into the shower to clean up, but I couldn’t help but think I owed Mac some gratitude for his incredible tonguing. I slid to my knees under the hot spray, and swallowed Mac’s dick, in the process, relaxing my ass – finally – and felt the hot cum leaking out from my pucker as I started to suck on the man’s cock. Mac grunted, rubbing his hands through my hair, getting it wet, “Yeah,” he said, “That’s a good start.” I sucked on his cock, then, once he was hard, I moved onto his balls and sucked them. He let me set the course for a few moments, then positioned my head where he wanted it, and pushed his dick back into my mouth for a while longer. I grunted eagerly, sucking on his cock and gripping his thighs tightly in my hands. “Yeah,” Mac said, his gravelly voice echoing in the shower, “Bill broke you in good, didn’t he?” I looked up at him, spray hitting my face, and moaned around his dick again. “Get up,” Mac said. “Turn around.” I obeyed, and he fucked me in the shower while I braced myself against the tile wall. It was a quick fuck, and we were both already so tired – and I was incredibly sore – but it felt good to have his dick inside me. I pushed back against his thrusts and he gripped my waist and growled as he rammed himself home. When he came, he ground himself hard against me, shaking my waist as though he was trying to make sure his cum ended up as deep as it could go. Then he pulled out, rinsed himself off again, and stepped out of the shower without a word. I cleaned up for a bit longer, paying attention to my sore and battered hole. I’d never been fucked by three guys in one night before, and never this rough and without lube – and then turned off the shower. The silence was notable. Once dried off I went back into the master bedroom. Bill was in the bed – there was a new blanket on it now, folded back. I climbed in beside him, and he nodded, kissing me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth. “Big Al said goodnight,” he said, pulling away. “Now get some rest. Robert and Andrew are spending the night and I promised them they could fuck my boy in the morning before they go.” My boy. I shivered, half delighted, half terrified. But then I pressed myself against Bill’s warm shoulder, and heard the words again. My boy. I fell asleep, exhausted, satisfied, and free.

amazing! http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=sreoz-G878-

I whimpered. I twisted and writhed. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and groaned deep in my chest, but Mac’s tongue didn’t seem to tire in the slightest. His hands were gripping my ass cheeks and his strong thumbs were holding them apart while he drove his tongue into me with a series of deep and hot strokes that seemed designed to drive me insane. The litany of filthy talk that Bill was pouring into my ear wasn’t helping me control myself, either. “Oh, baby, give in,” Bill said, and I could hear the teasing promise of relief. My dick ached it was so hard again, and my back twisted as I tried to find a position that didn’t make me feel so completely vulnerable and totally fuckable. This was crazy. What was I doing? Mac’s tongue drilled in particularly deep and wet, and my whole body shook, my mouth dropped open, and I heard myself say, “Please!” Big Al laughed, and I glanced at him, feeling a shameful heat rush to my face. “I’m gonna go check on Tim. Maybe fuck his face a while,” the huge man said, and left the room. His voice trailed after him, a bit louder from the hallway, “I’ll tell Andrew where to find you.” From the four-poster bed, Robert began to grunt loudly as he continued to hammer his dick into the prone – and bound – and blindfolded – Mark. Bill turned my head to make me look at the scene on the bed. Robert was slick with sweat, his blond chest hair now dark with it, and Mark was covered in a sheen of perspiration of his own. His head sagged under the onslaught that Robert was delivering. Robert’s arm shifted, wrapping around Mark’s neck, and he pulled hard on him, still thrusting in short rough bursts. “Tell me you fucking want it, boy!” he nearly yelled into Mark’s ear. I heard Mark’s gagged reply – “Efffffff, Uhhhrrrr!” – as I saw Robert ram himself in deep and growl out a long, low, “Fuck!” He’d just come deep inside Mark. “Yeah,” Bill said, his voice excited. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?” Behind me, Mac’s tongue circled, twisted, licked, dove – I was nearly sobbing now, hyperventilating in my attempt to suck in a completely breath. On the bed, Mark had collapsed as much as his bound limbs would let him, and Robert rolled off him. His dick came free with a slurping sound, and I saw the spunk dribble down his thick shaft as the hairy sweaty man lay on his back beside the prone young man. I twisted and writhed on the hot wet tongue drilling into my pucker. Bill took both sides of my head and met my gaze, smiling almost cruelly. “Think how that’d feel, boy – all those cocks, all that freedom....” He leaned in closer. “Tim loves it, and he knew you’d love it, too.” Behind me, Mac buried his tongue deep and flicked it inside my hole. I could feel the mix of cum and spit dripping onto his chin, and I let out a groan of animal need. My ass wasn’t full enough. A tongue was always like this – it drove me mad, wanted me to be more full, wanted that slick wet heat to be something thicker, harder, and longer. “Look at your friend,” Bill said. “Ever seen him more relaxed?” Bill turned my head to look at where Mark lay. His back was moving slowly, taking in huge slow breaths on the bed. His legs and arms sagged in the ropes, and his little round ass – now rubbed raw and red from the hairy men who’d topped him – was wet with sweat and spunk. I groaned with frustration and need. “Fuck!” I nearly screamed the word. Mac’s tongue darted just right and I shivered bodily again. “Oh, fuck! Please!” I was nearly crying. Any moment now I would be. “You want a dick in your whore boy ass, don’t you, boy?” Bill asked, in a deeply amused tone. “Yes!” I begged, “Yes!” I clenched my jaw, pushed my ass back hard onto Mac’s face. I could feel him rooting in my pucker like a man possessed. I felt my eyes fill with frustrated tears. “You’ve had the only clean dick in the house,” Bill said. I sobbed. “So,” Bill said, leaning in close again, and wrapping his rough hand around the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to ask us for our dirty cocks. You’re going to have to ask all of us to ruin your hole with our dirty, hard, raw, rough,” each word was punctuated with a shake of my neck, “mean, daddy cocks.” Mac’s tongue drilled and twisted, and I squirmed and writhed. Insane. This was insane. I shivered again, shook, and then - “Please!” I yelled. “Please! Ruin me! Fuck me! Please, god, please!” Mac didn’t stop for a moment. I was definitely crying now. “Who first?” Bill asked, his smile wicked, as he added “But understand, boy, you’re asking for all of us, eventually.”

A rough hand grabbed some of my hair and pulled my head to the side. It was Mac, and he must have read the shocked confusion on my face, because he leaned in and said, “Who told you you could come, boy?” Behind me, with a few more rough and quick thrusts, Big Al dumped his second load of the night into my ass. My legs trembled as I felt the hot spurts inside my already wet hole. He ground himself against me for a few seconds, his belly heavy against my back, then pulled out. I felt his cum leaking out of my ass. Mac tugged my hair a bit harder, and I stumbled a bit towards himself, gripped my shoulder with his other hand and spun me around until my back was pressed against his chest, his hard dick heavy and hot against the small of my back. “Did you tell him he could come?” Mac asked Big Al. “Nope,” Big Al grinned through his bushy beard. “Did you?” Mac asked Robert, who smirked and shook his head. Mac’s voice was low and gravelly when he spoke next, leaning over me and speaking right into my ear, asking “Did you come without permission, boy?” “Yes,” I said, and he tugged on my hair just hard enough to make me hiss. “That’s ‘yes, Sir,’” he corrected. “Yes, sir!” I gasped. He laughed, and I felt it rumble from his chest and through my back. On the bed, Bill was climbing out from between Mark’s legs, and I saw a thick dribble of spunk drop from the end of his dick as he pulled out. I licked my lips and shivered. Mac laughed again, squeezing me against him. “Sorry, man,” Bill said to Big Al, though he didn’t sound remotely sorry at all. “He signed up.” Big Al shook his head, grunting an amused “Uh-huh.” “My turn,” Robert said, and I watched as the hairy blond climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself up between Mark’s bound thighs. He leaned over the young man and grinned as he spoke next to his ear, asking “How about you? You know how to say, ‘Yes, Sir’?” There was no mistaking the sounds Mark made as anything other than a gagged version of those exact words. Robert laughed, and leaned in closer, pressing against Mark and – I assumed – making his hard on obvious. “Good boy. Again?” Again Mark’s gagged version of the words, and he twisted a little against his bindings. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Again?” Robert asked, grinning. Again Mark replied, almost yelling through the spit-soaked gag. “So, you’d like me to fuck you, is that it, boy? You want me to breed your little boy hole?” Mark had barely managed to reply again before Robert raised his hips, positioned himself, and rammed his dick home in what I could tell was a rough – and deep – thrust. Mark’s head drooped and his legs strained against their bound and open position, and Robert laughed, throwing a mean fuck into the slim young man from the get-go. He braced his hairy arms to either side of Mark’s head, and pounded away at him. Mark’s inarticulate ongoing groans were punctuated by little bouts of breathlessness as the big hairy man rammed in deep. “How ‘bout you?” Mac asked, sliding his hand over my chest and taking one nipple between his rough fingers. “You doing to be a good boy?” I bit my lip, and when I didn’t respond fast enough, Mac gave my nipple a quick twist, and I yelped, pressing back against him, squirming. He didn’t relent, and I gasped out, “yes, sir!” He laughed. “That one’s got a whore’s ass,” Big Al said, nodding at me. I felt my face grow red. I looked away, and once again my eyes were drawn to Mark’s prone and bound body, and Robert’s rough fucking. Sweat was dripping from Robert’s forehead to a spot between Mark’s shoulder blades. Mark’s ongoing cry was growing almost inaudible now, breathy and quick. “How so?” Bill asked, and my eyes shot back to him. His hairy chest, and his thick, already hard dick, with the sheen of his load still on the purple cock head. “Barely got my tongue in his ass before he was begging for it,” Big Al said. “I think he would have done anything I asked.” My face was bright red, and I had to look away again. Still pressed hard behind me, Mac squeezed my nipple with another quick tweak, and I writhed again. “Huh,” Bill said. “That so?” He grinned, and moved to a large over-sized wooden chair with black leather cushioning and curved padded armrests, and pulled it out from against the wall. “Bring him here.” “You heard him.” Mac marched me to the chair, and Bill’s hands took my wrists and made me hold onto the high back of the tall chair while he picked up two more loops of tape-covered rope from beside the bed. He secured my wrists to the top of the chair – it was a little awkward to stand and lean that way. I was shaking – Bill’s fingers seemed scalding hot on my wrists, and my head was spinning. I could still see – and hear – the ongoing fucking noises of Robert and Mark, and I was breathing in quick heavy breaths. “Knees on the armrests,” Bill said, and the three men groped, grabbed, and lifted me until I was crouched on the armrests – I realized quickly that the “U” shape of the arm-rests were designed to do this, and that the whole chair must have been custom made. “Comfy, boy?” Bill asked. “Yes, sir!” I said. It came on reflex, and I shivered. Two more loops were tied around my ankles, securing me. I was more or less crouched on the padded chair, ass in the air, and legs spread, bent over just enough that looking up was uncomfortable. “Nice,” Mac said. All three men had stepped back. “Seriously,” Big Al said. “Watch this.” His bearded mouth returned to my hole and once again I was gasping, writhing and begging all at once. His tongue dove deep into my hole – my sore and sperm-slicked hole – and it was at once a relief and a torture. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh! OH!” I was pushing my ass back onto his tongue, desperate to feel full again. My head sank against the ridge of the chair’s back, and my hands twisted impotently against the loops that bound them in place. My toes curled, my back arched, and I desperately wanted it to stop and never stop, all at the same time. When Big Al pulled away, and laughed, I nearly whimpered. “See?” he asked. Bill moved around the front of the chair, blocking my view of Robert and Mark. He leaned in close, pulled up my head, and kissed me. His tongue filled my mouth and I swallowed it eagerly. When he pulled back, he was grinning at me. “I want you to beg us to ruin your hole, boy,” he said. And then I felt Mac’s mouth against my pucker.

Feeling Big Al’s cum leak out of my ass was strangely intoxicating. I felt a sort of wild freedom as I rose, still licking some of his spunk from my lips, and the big bearded man rose beside me. He wrapped one of his huge arms around my neck and half pulled, have crushed me against him. A second later we were moving up the stairs and across the hall to where I saw light streaming through the open door of the master bedroom. Big Al put a finger to his bearded mouth, and I nodded. We walked to the open door as quietly as we could, though given the grunts and moans coming from the open door – as well as the noises coming from behind the closed doors at the opposite end of the hallway - I was pretty sure no one was going to hear us. Big Al got to the door first, and grinned, gesturing to me with one hand to come stand beside him. I bit my bottom lip, felt more of his spunk dribble from my ass, and went to join him. My mouth dropped open at the view. Mark lay naked and spread-eagle on the king-sized bed, each of his ankles secured in a loop of tape-covered rope that was secured to the bedposts at the head of the bed frame, his hands were tied in front of him, and he was perched up on his elbows, his slim chest already damp with sweat. He was blindfolded with one bandanna, and a second bandanna was tied around his open mouth, gagging him. Behind him, between his legs and grinding into him with an exaggerated circular motion that I imagined was causing all sorts of incredible sensations was Bill, who’d shucked his shirt and revealed his stocky, hairy chest, and one strong arm which gripped tight in Mark’s hair and pulled him backward as he shifted himself behind the young man. The open bottle of lube, and the wicked smile on Bill’s face told me that his dick was buried deep, and the groaning, moaning voice that was muffled by the gag told me that Mark was definitely enjoying having Bill inside his ass. Bill saw us, of course, and his smile widened. He winked at me, sticking out his tongue and giving Mark a short series of faster hip-grinds, which made Mark groan all the louder. Bill leaned forward and pulled harder on Mark’s hair, until his mouth was close to Mark’s ear. “What if I told you you were being watched, little boy?” Bill asked. “Do you like the idea of being watched as much as you like the idea of being fucked?” Mark’s groan was nearly tortured – I knew that sound, I’d been making it earlier: he didn’t want to want it, but he desperately wanted it. Bill smiled all the wider. “You know daddy is going to make you his, don’t you?” he asked, and again, the moan that followed was nearly guttural. Bill laughed. Beside me, I felt Big Al’s fingers brush my ass, and then slide between my ass cheeks. I looked at him, and he grinned, tugging me toward him until I was standing in front of him. His cock had recovered from before, and he rubbed it up and down the small of my back. I couldn’t help it – I groaned a bit myself, and I saw Mark startle as he realized Bill hadn’t been setting up a fantasy. Mark was truly being watched. But Bill took Mark’s mind off it almost immediately, letting go of his hair, bracing both arms to either side of the slim young man, and then giving his ass three quick pumps that made Mark’s shoulders sag and his head slump. He was almost whimpering. Tied up like that, he couldn’t do much but be ridden, and I could see the tension building in his body. “You want daddy to ruin you, don’t you, boy?” Bill said, his voice deep and almost dangerous. My whole body shivered, and behind me, Big Al aimed his dick at my spunk-sticky hole and pushed himself into me. I ground back against him, leaning forward slightly to accommodate his height, and groaned again. My eyes were riveted to Bill’s hairy arms and chest as he moved in a constant rhythm against Mark. God, I wanted to be Mark. Big Al’s hand slid around my chest and pulled me up against himself. His thick beard tickled my ear as he leaned in close, and whispered “The boy’s about to be bred for real, just like your friend Tim. My head spun. I wasn’t entirely sure what Big Al meant. I opened my mouth to ask him, and then heard another voice. “Is this where the line starts?” I turned to see Robert and Mac, who had come from one of the rooms behind me and were obviously done blowing each other – though they were both hard, both naked, and both enjoying the show happening in front of them. “Definitely,” Big Al huffed, starting to fuck me now, standing behind me and jabbing me with his cock with short little thrusts. My sore hole clenched on his dick, and I bit my lip. My eyes returned to Mark, who must have heard the question and the answer. His noises were barely coherent. Bill ground into him. “Ready for it, boy? Ready for freedom?” Mark’s head bowed, his hair sweaty and sticking up from all angles from Bill’s grip. He was desperately shoving back against Bill’s dick, and the sound he managed to make wasn’t exactly a word, but the intent was clear. He desperately wanted Bill to keep fucking him. “Fuck yeah,” Robert’s voice was heavy with lust, adding “Fill that boy with the seed.” It finally clicked what was happening. Tim’s talk about how fucking with Bill had opened his mind up to new experiences and new freedoms. Big Al’s “bred for real” comment. Bill saying he would “ruin” Mark. I gasped, and Big Al’s hands clenched on my waist, holding me in place, and he started to mirror Bill’s thrusts. What if I’d been the one who’d chosen Bill’s keys? On the bed, I heard Bill growl, and he nearly yelled as he said “Fuck yeah, boy – there it is, take daddy’s seed in deep!” My whole body clenched, and I came on the spot without touching my cock at all.

I just recently turned poz and I did my first gift giving and …I just pozzed a dude today, I met him on line…he just wanted to try sex with a poz guy bb and be converted…I invited him over about noon ….I got him to PNP a little with some white….started to play with his ass…used a vibrating dildo…he got turned on …I gave him some more white and I used a tooth brush on his ass....told him I was cleaning his virgin ass…..when I saw blood I started to fuck him …I fucked him for at least 20 minutes slow and hard and then I started to go faster and I groaned you are going to get my toxic seed dude…you are going to be pozzed good. I shot a huge load in him…he felt the cum and then realized I had shot my load in him……He liked the feeling and I told him after the second time I fucked him that I was highly toxic probably 800,000 or higher Viral load as I am not on meds yet and the dude that pozzed me was 800.000 +…I then told him I would suck him off and swallow his last load of neg cum…I told him that he was probably converted and he could begin enjoy sex now with other poz guys uninhibited…. He said he is coming back to swap loads with me …I said sure….It felt good to pass on the gift …I liked the feeling of converting a neg guy…I liked pozzing him….it turned me on…

have never not barebacked with a guy