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Tommy The Tease Tommy was as cute as a button, literally the face of an angel with pure blond curls, short at 5’4 and slim but with a rounded sticky out bottom that women would pay a plastic surgeon thousands to have one just like it. Tommy loved his arse, he loves wearing tight briefs and thongs, taking selfies of himself all sissy like and posting them on the net, he loved the attention from men all over the world who would pay him complements and send him sexy arse accentuating underwear to a post office box for him to wear and pose in, of course a lot of the underwear was backless and Tommy revelled in showing off his pretty pink pucker for all to see. Tommy also had an insatiable boy pussy, from his mid-teens he had been sticking candles, vegetables and eventually dildos up his boy hole, he loved the feeling of something in his butt, of course he got fucked by men, in fact being fucked was his ‘most favourite thing ever’, but the one thing he always insisted on when being fucked was a condom. Carlos Morino was a half Jamaican half Spanish man in his 40’s, bulky built like a shit brick house, not very good looking thanks to severe acne scars and the permanent scow on his face, if you had seen him in the street you would have crossed the road to avoid him. Carlos was also a big fan of Tommy’s Tumblr account, he’d sit and slowly stroke his fat nine inch cock looking at the pictures of Tommy in his underwear, of his lovely round arse and of his boi pussy with or without various objects shoved up it. It was in the lead up to Christmas that Carlos was out shopping, his mood as normal pretty bad though mellowed thanks to the weed he had smoked before he came out, he was in the local supermarket and bending down to pick up some vodka when he heard a giggle, turning his head he saw a woman walking down the aisle away from him but what really caught his eye was the boy walking alongside her, his face froze, his mind raced, those blond curls and that massive bottom encased in tight jeans, it was his favourite internet boy, he was sure, gathering himself he immediately followed, at the till it was confirmed when he watched the cute boys animated face excitedly talking to his mother, yes it was indeed Tommy, cute little sissy Tommy. Of course Tommy had noticed the big man following him, and like the little tease he was he made sure he showed off his pert rounded butt, but Tommy being the boy he was actually thought he was doing nothing wrong and as he and his mother left the store he threw a smile over his shoulder at the man thinking that was it, but that was not it, little did he know that the dark BMW behind his mother’s car on the ride home was Carlos intent on tracking his prey, he had plans for Tommy the Tease. A parcel later of stills from Tommy’s Tumblr account to the boys account had the kid worried, the message in the parcel was simple “come here on Friday or your mother gets these”, Tommy was torn, his mother was ultra-religious, she’d go mad, he knew that, so on Friday night he found himself at the address accepting a drink laced with ‘G’ from the big man and then smoked a joint, and then when the big man was sure the kid was stoned enough the fun began, for Carlos at least. “Shut up” Carlos grunted as his big bare cock lined up at the high helpless teens tight pussy, Tommy’s hands tied at the wrist rested begin Carlos’s broad neck, pressed against the wall the poor teen could hardly struggle against the big man’s body, his legs high and spread over Carlos’s strong arms, he pleaded “No No not bare!!!” as he felt the tip of the man’s cock probe at his vulnerable boy pussy, he cried out “NO!!!” as Carlos’s big cock head pushed and entered his slick stretched cunt thanks to the dildoing he’d endured just beforehand. Sliding in Carlos luxuriated in the velvet softness of the kids insides as his cock slid deeper into the boys rectum stretching the sphincter wide “shut up whore, I am going to work this ass, this is what I am meant for, the breed whores like you”, despite the boys dire situation he could not help moan in pleasure as the biggest cock he had ever seen in the flesh delved deeper in his boi cunt, his little boy cock was hard pressed against Carlo’s gut, the big man pushed harder pushing his dick further into the kid, his cock travelling deeper into uncharted territory of teen Tommy’s pussy, despite semi enjoying the man’s cock Tommy still pleaded “please not bare please no!!”, Carlos spat in the boy’s face, slapping the kids arse cheeks with his hands “you do not get it whore your my BITCH now and breed my bitches raw!!!” A big shove and a scream from Tommy as his innards were defied to the limit Carlos’s wiry thick pubes were resting against the boy’s taint, grinning Carlos grunted to a wail from Tommy “now the fucking can begin!!”. Carlos loved to fuck, in fact he called his hips and strong legs ‘the power fucking machine’, his cock travelled in and out, Tommy was whimpering and moaning, never had he been fucked like this, his fear was overtaken as he achieved his first ever anal orgasm which Carlos loved feeling round his dick as he carried on pummelling the kids cunt, despite the pleasure he was feeling Tommy was still begging whimpering “please don’t cum in me, please”, which just resulted in Carlos sneering “do you think you can protect yourself against me, you whore” Carlo’s thrusts became more insistent, his breathing heavier and his grunting louder signalling to Tommy that the man was close, desperate one last time he cried “don’t cum in me pleaaaseee!!!!” at the same moment as Carlos’s cock engorged even more as a week load of man spunk fired deep into the kid’s pussy, Tommy squealed out of anguish but also uncontrolled excitement as he felt the man’s sperm fill his pussy firing his own sperm onto Carlo’s gut. Carlos rested for a moment feeling his cock deflate slightly, his cock fell from the boy’s hole and he laughed as he felt the copious amount of cum and ass juices flood out of the boy’s cunt pouring over his cock onto the floor, he spat onto the boy’s face “yeah caramba!!” before leaning in and kissing a stunned Tommy the tease deep and hard. Carlos sat on his sofa, his legs spread wide as he smoked a big Cuban cigar as he watched newly named ‘Tommy the whore’ in sissy hold up stockings lick the spilt spunk of his hardwood floors before he crawled over the floor and licked Carlo’s increasingly semi to hard spunk and boi pussy coated cock clean, Carlos snapped his fingers “get on it boy and milk my spunk into your cunt, you belong to me now” As Tommy lowered his self onto Carlos’s big cock, he moaned with excitement “yes daddy I am your whore”, the big man chucked “yes you are” Needless to say, ‘Tommy the Tease’s’ Tumblr page changed from that day forth, men across the globe wanked themselves silly watching Tommy get fucked by the big man and his friends, and of course Carlos was happy as bitcoins rolled into his account.

Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”

This story is a true accounting of what happened to me this week. It had been a month since my big slip at the bathhouse. Writing about the experience hadn’t helped much with trying to stop myself from indulging further, but through outside distractions managed to keep myself from pursuing cock or cum, but each succeeding week left me with an increasing longing for more such experiences. I teased myself with stories from different sites, poppering my brain into oblivion while burying my nine inch dildo up my ass. Nothing, however, really helped, so I resolved to visit the bathhouse again. Figuring temptation was the enemy, I avoided the busy evening crowd and discount nights, choosing instead to go in the middle of a weekday. The place was much more subdued, with fewer than 20 guys total. Nervously I walked halls, resolved only to suck cock, maybe to swallow a few loads, just enough to curb my cravings. The maze was empty, as was the dark room, and the sauna as well. The few guys I noticed were in their rooms, jacking, apparently (and sadly) uninterested in playing. When I reached the dark room behind the glory holes, an empty room which was pitch black, I noticed two shadows at the far end, so I figured this was the best chance I would get, and made my way back. The darkness made details difficult to determine, but I could tell both guys were white, probably in their 50’s, but I couldn’t make out more than that. Each guy was pumping his buddy's cock, and as I got close they stopped and took in my figure. I am not very aggressive but it seemed these two cocks might well be the only ones on the menu, so I dropped to my knees and began sucking one. Neither guy made an effort to stop me, and I couldn’t help but notice how clean and smooth the cock was. My initial impression is that it was a respectable length and girth, but as I slobbered and worked on it, the cock swelled to a significant nine or more inches with a meaty width. My jaw was strained a bit, but as the cock was uncut and as I was flying on poppers, I was happy to take it all. About then I felt the second guy pull my mouth off of the first guy's cock, and direct his cock into my mouth. The new cock was just about eight inches, and unlike the first guy, this cock was cut, but it had the perfect amount of give, so, without too much difficulty he was able to fuck my throat using with powerful strokes. After a couple minutes I then heard one of them ask “Can we have that ass?” My hole twitched in longing. Getting to my feet I replied "I don't have any condoms." They both replied "Cool, if you are. We're both poz." The statement hit me like a hammer blow, but reasoning cocksucking wasn’t dangerous, I'd continue with as much, and replied “I can't, I'm neg, but I'll be happy to swallow your cocks.” I felt proud of my self-control, although I was also a bit sore in the knees from the ridiculous flooring. After a big hit of poppers, I bent over, and resumed sucking the meaty eight inch cock, as I jacked off the longer uncut cock with my other hand. I felt one of the guys lean over me and start playing with my cheeks and hole, which is always hot, and as he did so, I enjoyed feeling that meaty cock opening up my throat with each thrust. "Mind if I eat your ass?" asked the other guy. 'Hell, yeah,' I thought, and nodded in approval, even with the smaller cock still in my mouth. Within seconds warm lips and a hot tongue were snaking into my hole. The sensation of a tongue in my hole sent me into orbit, and I forced the cock as deep into my throat as I could, caking my face in saliva as I grunted and moaned like a bitch in heat. Then, to my surprise, I felt the cock in my mouth withdraw. I nearly cried out in protest, but when the longer uncut dick slid into my mouth, I hungrily accepted it as the other guy moved behind me. I couldn’t help but notice, however, he didn’t bother getting down to eat my ass. The cock in my mouth was aggressive, pushing deep to choke and gag me, before being yanked out and roughly smacked across my face. I was really into it. As he fed its whole length into my throat I felt his partner lean over me, his wet cock passing across my ass cheeks. I tensed up involuntarily, but with the amazing cock in my mouth, I couldn’t fully concentrate on what the other guy was doing, and apparently hadn’t offered enough resistance to deter what was happening: I felt fat mushroom head of that old cut cock slide between my cheeks and touch my hole, just barely. Cum began shooting cum out of my cock as I moaned in pleasure. The man behind me didn’t miss a beat but rather reached under me to gather the last few spurt of cum in his hand and jack his cock, which was now lubed with my saliva and now a fair portion of my load, only to nestle his warm wet cock back against my hole just as the cock in my mouth slid balls deep. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t breath. Again I heard them ask for my ass again. I grunted and spurted and gagged struggling for air, which he apparently chose not to take as a 'no' as, despite the impressive girth of his cock, particularly the guy's cock head, the cock nestled in my crack slid effortlessly past my opening. In one smooth motion it was squelching gobs of my own cum out as it planted itself fully within me. The sensation of being so full was overwhelming, and the cock in my throat began to withdraw, I attempted to speak, only to be stuffed once more, as both cocks picked up an alternating rhythm. The cock in my mouth turned me on, but the one in my ass made my whole body shudder with each push. The sensations were intoxicating, and soon I was throwing myself back on the cock in my asshole, forcing him in as far as I could. I didn’t need to wonder when the cock in my ass would blow, because, as he fucked it all the way in, I became painfully aware of a swollen lump moving along its length, about to spew its thick hot cum in the very most innards of my asshole. I realized what I was doing and panicked, about ready to completely lose my mind. I stood up and looked around frantically, thinking I should bolt. When the uncut top gently put his hands on my hips, and slowly guided my hole into his lap. He began using his cock head to scoop the cum dibbling from my hole and press it back in. He was careful not to ever insert more than the tiniest bit to push in the cum, and barely stretched my hole at all doing it. The movement was driving me insane, and between my panic and sex drive I was practically delirious. He leaned and whispered into my ear “You said no, so I won't fuck you, but I won't stop you from fucking yourself with my cock though.” With that he leaned back, leaving his cock just slightly brushing against my hole, firmly between my cheeks. His partner went to his knees and began sucking my small cock, which felt great, and as he buried my cock in his mouth he would put pressure onto my hips, teasing tiny bits of the cock head behind me against my hole. I began moving my hips and took a big hit of poppers, my anxiety beginning to fade, and in my moment of inattention the man blowing me reached back for his partner's hips, pulling the cock behind me into my asshole. Halfway in I buried my own self down on it and began squeezing with my ass muscles. Clearly he had been close, as within seconds he announced "I'm shooting," roughly fucking me as he bred my ass. Afterwards they both left, leaving me silent, leaning against the wall. Shortly after this I made my way home. It has been a few days, and I still don’t know how to feel.

Had posted on CL looking for some anon tops to use me while blindfolded at my place last night (Thursday). Got out of work early and decided to have some fun, and make it a motel room scene instead. Emailed all the guys who expressed interest, and as usually happens with CL guys, I got crickets. Not one answer back. SO, while at the motel (all cleaned out and lubed, I might add), I went on BBRT. Saw a guy online who I'd been messaging with, and invited him over. Early 30s, BBC, loves to breed fat white ass. In the 20 minutes it took him to arrive, I texted a couple of friends to see what they were up to. I was going to have to vacate the room shortly, so made arrangements for the other guys to meet me at my place later. My BBC top arrived at the motel and immediately ordered me doggy-style on the bed. No fooling around, no sucking, hell he didn't even undress! He just whipped out his already hard cock and jammed it into my hole and started pounding. I've been going a little nuts with the cock lately so my hole has gotten loose, but still it took some adjustment to get used to him. He grabbed my hips and slapped my ass, and after about 10 minutes of constant, solid pounding he rammed in balls deep and unloaded. I turned around and cleaned off his cock with my mouth like a good bottom should, then he zipped up and was gone into the night. Got home and my first friend was waiting for me. He doesn't top very often - not a huge fan - but after some amazing head I managed to convince him with my winking browneye that he should slide in, and slide in he did. He's got a thick shaft that curves up (sucking him upside down, it slides right down your throat!), about 7", and he entered me no problem. He's uncut and super-sensitive, though, so it was only a few minutes before I heard him grunt his load into me. As he was leaving, I texted my other friend to find out that he was only 20 minutes away. Another BBC, this one thick and with a curve to the left. I thought about douching to make sure I was still clean for him, but then I didn't want to lose the other loads, so said "fuck it." Third guy arrives, I go to town deep throating that beautiful cock of his. he grabs my head and throat-fucks me like there's no tomorrow. Before long he's pushing me onto my hands and knees and in one fluid motion he's inside me, pumping away. This guy can go for a while, especially if he hasn't been to the gym that day, and sure enough I was his workout. He rammed his cock into my ass over and over until I felt the tempo change, then he held my hips and I felt him shudder against me as the first load dumped into my guts. I was still hungry, though, and sometimes this guy was good for multiples. I once again cleaned his cock off with my mouth, and as I did he started getting hard again. As soon as he was, I resumed my doggy style position and he was inside me again. This one took longer, and I was almost exhausted by the time he shot a second load deep in me. I had planned to keep looking, but I was wiped out after that much fun. Had dinner and went to bed with 4 loads still in my ass.

Ultimate Stealth Being an independent contractor, I have to go where the work is, and I accepted a six month contract to work in Tampa, FL. I hired my partner to be my helper in the work, as I commonly do when I have to work out of town. We are each Poz, and we are nearing the point where we will need to go on meds, as our counts are getting high. But I expect we have about a year of still being potent. I tell you this because we enjoy being gifters, openly or by stealth. We’ve each knocked up about 20 men, and we were talking about how we might get that number higher during the time we were on contract. We decided to create new profiles on all the sex sites we use, new screen names, and to list ourselves as Neg and Safe Sex Only. We found a nice apartment on North Dale Mabry and rented sufficient furniture and made the second bedroom into our playroom, installing the one piece of furniture from home we had to bring with us, our big sling. This has seen years of use, and we are so glad we got the springs that make hard fucking such a pleasure. We also have a big mirror that we mount on top, not the little fish eye mirror some sites offer, but one almost as big as the sling stand itself. If the spotlight we clamp on the side is in the right place, the bottom can watch that cock disappear in his ass just like he was watching porn. So many men tell us that is one of the things they enjoy when we fuck them, after our big thick cocks. I think mine is thicker, but Johnny’s is just a bit longer, with a nice point that seeks out second sphincters so well. I don’t need to tell you how much we love to tag team breed in that sling. Each will fuck till he gets close, then the other takes over, and the fuck seems to go on forever. Plus we like to keep the head of the sling low, so the mouth of the bottom is at cock level. He can just turn his head and keep the next fucker sucked up hard and slick. Now eventually any breeding top will spew in his bottom’s hole, and then the other gets to fuck in his cum and plant his load on top. I love to pop a tight hole open and fuck him till I plant my load, but I also love to slide in on the warm blanket of another man’s cum. Seeing that white ring of cum around my shaft as I fuck is as much a turn-on as that marvelous feel of warm cum as the lube, a warm glove around my shaft as I fuck and breed ass. There is no better fuck lube than another man’s cum. And after I plant my load I always present my cummy cock to the bottom, so he can suck it clean and get to taste the cum of the various men that have given him their loads. I’m sure most of you know the pleasure and excitement of finding a Neg bottom that wants to convert. He will be so excited about it that he’s practically fucking himself on your Poz cock. The first man I ever knocked up was stiff as a poker the whole fuck, and when I told him it was the moment of conversion when he felt my Poz cock spasm in his ass, filling him with my poison seed, his cock exploded and shot cum over his head without him touching it. I’ve done lots of conversion scenes, and they all make me stiff thinking about them. But the ones that make my stiff cock drip are the ones I fucked and bred that didn’t know I was Poz and giving them dirty loads. I think stealth gifters are probably the dirtiest fuckers I know. And the worst ones are the ones that pass themselves off as Neg and Safe. And I guess that makes me a really dirty fucking bastard, ‘cause that’s what I do. So we got moved in and set up and found the local places, but as usual, most of the action came off the net. In order to set it up, we made sure to buy a big box of condoms, something we’ve never had to do before. And we got gloves for fisting, something else we’ve never had to do. But buying them was not nearly as bad as having to use them. But it was necessary to set the scene, so we did it. We had many men over and made sure they were safe as they did for us, and we were very careful to always use rubbers when we fucked them, and gloves for the few that wanted to fist. And after a month, we had a pretty good clientele. We had discussed how we might make the change from safe to raw play, and we decided we would wait and let the bottoms ask first, so we wouldn’t show our hand in the game. And sure enough, after about a month, they began to ask. And we refused, as that was not safe. We wanted to wait until about six weeks before we were to leave to begin playing raw, so that if anyone tested Poz, we would be long gone by that time. And the plan worked perfectly. The bottoms kept asking, can’t we play raw, since we’re all safe, and we used the standard speech, we don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve played with, and they used the standard speech, only the bottom is at risk, the tops never get it, only bottoms get AIDS fucked up their ass. So slowly, about three months into the game, we began to give in. We would fuck safe with a man for the first loads, and then play raw at the end, when we were mostly out of cum and it was very unlikely that anyone would be infected. But we also began to plan our big party. By this time we had our targets in mind. Besides the single men, there was one Daddy that had a Boy and sometimes would bring some other Boys along. We wanted to nail Daddy, if possible, so if we didn’t get his Boys, he would, as he would often breed them, knowing they didn’t play raw with other men. So six weeks prior to the end of my contract, we set up the party. In our regular play we let them bring up the possibility of making this a bareback party, as we were all safe. And of course we refused at first, finally giving in to them. “OK, if that’s what you want, since we know we are all safe, we will do it bareback.” The week prior we both had to be good and not fuck with each other or anyone else, so our balls would be as full of dirty Poz cum as possible. We set the party for a Saturday night, and invited Daddy and his Boy, and he would bring two other Boys, so we each could have one to start with, and then trade around. And the times we were with Daddy prior to this, we made sure to include him in the rimming, so he was accustomed to us rimming his ass, just to warm him up or while he was fucking. After a while he got to enjoy it, which is what we wanted. When it got to the point that he would offer us his ass for rimming just before he would start to fuck his Boy, we knew we had our man. When the given Saturday arrived, we skipped dinner after a light lunch and took Viagra, so we knew we would stay UP for all the action ahead of us. By the time the men arrived we were both about to bust to breed ass, so after we’d all had a beer and gotten naked, we were very glad when the Boys started to suck the Dads. And we made sure to rim all the Boys well, so that rimming became part of the fuck ritual. I was fortunate to get Daddy’s Boy first; Johnny got one of the others and Daddy got the odd Boy out. I got Daddy’s Boy in the sling and made sure he had his poppers as I ate his ass, and I ate it even longer than normal, so he was begging for my dick. And all that spit made it easy to slide home raw in that cute tight ass. He really was a great Boy for Dad, but all I was thinking about at this point was trying not to spurt too early. I wanted to give him a long hard fuck and wear his ass out good, so the Poz cum I would inject would take. So I started out slow and easy, and then would build it up and really begin to pound his ass, which he loves, and then I would back off and play with his ass lips on the head of my cock, again till he would beg me to fuck him hard. After several times of soft and easy and then hard pounding, I knew I was getting to the point that I couldn’t take it much longer. I looked around and saw Johnny fucking one of the Boys on the bed, and Daddy had another Boy on the opposite side, so the Boys were kissing each other while the Dads had their legs over their shoulders. I think Dad hit the point of no return first and planted his load. “Damn, don’t it feel good to breed a Boy’s ass!” he shouted as he spurted his load. And about that time Johnny let go his dirty load, and he just looked at me and smiled that dirty breeder look while he dumped his poison load in. So it was my turn, and I increased my tempo and fucked that Boy as hard as I’ve ever fucked any man, and felt my dirty cock spew as I gave him the poison load that he will never forget. He was telling me how good it felt to have a man cum in his ass, but he was preaching to the choir; I’ve heard that so many times, and I’ve told every one of them, once you take a load raw, you’ll never want another rubber in your ass, you want cum! We all had to take a break after that, so we sat around drinking beer and smoking till the Boys started sucking dick again. I had told Johnny beforehand that we would each knock up a Boy, and then in the next round, he would knock up the Boy that didn’t get any Poz cum the first time, and I would go after Dad. So Johnny went after the Boy that still needed his Poz load, and Dad went after the one that got Johnny’s load, and that left me with Dad’s Boy again. I was letting him suck me and playing with his ass; he knew I had already had him, so he was biding time till Johnny could have a turn at his ass. But I was aiming for Dad. I got down behind Dad as he was fucking the Boy with the Poz cum in his ass, and began to rim him as he fucked ass. He pulled out a little to give me a better target, as he knew the rimming helped him get stiff to fuck again. And then he resumed fucking, and with the help of the rimming, it wasn’t long before he planted his second load. This time when the Boys went out with Johnny for beer and smoke time, I made sure that Dad stayed back, as I sucked his cock clean and just generally made him feel comfortable on the bed. I had him lie back with his legs over the end of the bed, and finished tongue cleaning up his bush and balls, and then I put his legs on my shoulders and began to rim him again. I knew this would turn him on, and despite having planted two loads in a relatively short time, he was beginning to get stiff again. Funny thing, a man’s tongue in your asshole will do that to you. So I’m slobbering all over his ass and making love to his hole, and he raised his legs off my shoulders to give me better access. I couldn’t have asked for a better path to my target. At the edge of the bed I had put a small container of Crisco, and I was greasing my cock up, and despite having planted a load earlier, the thought of knocking up Daddy had my cock stiff and dripping. So when Daddy was holding his legs up and moving his ass on my tongue, I knew this was my chance. I got up as quickly as I could, and I stuck my greasy cockhead up his ass. The pop of the cockhead parting ass sure got his attention, so I leaned over him to begin kissing him, pressing his legs to his chest, and forcing my cock up his ass. I had greased up well, so I just slid home after popping open that tight hole. He was trying to protest and get me off, but I was telling him how wonderful he was, what a man he was, all the things you say to a man to get in his ass. And I think he was actually enjoying it, as he started kissing me back and stopped resisting as I began to work my cock in till I was balls deep. I imagine Daddy had been fucked before, as just about every gay man has been at some point in his life. He may not like it, but he will accept it. I always say “When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!” And though I may not enjoy having the shit fucked out of me, I do like to feel a man inside me sometimes. And having the Boys out of the room removed any feel of shame he might have felt if his Boy had been there watching. And after I got going I could tell he was getting into it, even though I bet he would never admit it. But my problem was how excited I was; I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer, as I was so hot to breed this man with my Poz cum. So our fuck was not long, but I ended it with a very hot and heavy slap-ass breeding that I hoped would do the job. I sure did enjoy watching his face filled with pleasure as I filled his ass with my poison cum. One of the problems with stealth breeding is you get too excited doing it and cum too soon. When I pulled out I felched around his ass to clean up any drips, so that the Boys wouldn’t see he had taken a load, but I didn’t suck any Poz cum out, I wanted it to stay in there and take hold. I suggested we go join the others after a last kiss and thanks for a hot fuck. We went in and found the Boys about to drag Johnny back in for another round, so we let them go play for a while I had a smoke and Dad had a beer. Then after a long enough pause to recharge, we went back in. Johnny was fucking Dad’s Boy in the sling and the other two were fucking each other, but when we came back in they untangled and the one I had not yet fucked sucked me and I got in him while the other did the same to Dad. I think each Boy had two loads by this point, and I had fired so hard and deep that I doubted I had any cum left, but I had a stiff Viagra dick that was loving fucking in the cum in his kid’s ass and I did my best to work it in good and hard, even if I couldn’t add any more but a dribble of demon seed into it. We finally gave up late in the night/early morning, and Dad and the Boys left us to collapse and recuperate. But before they left we made plans for a going away party the last Saturday we were to be there. And what a party that was. Dad came back with the two Boys, and we invited all the men we had been fucking raw, and they all came except one that had the flu (we hoped it was the Poz fuck flu). Johnny and I held off the week prior, again so that our balls were full, and we tried to nail the ones we were not sure of. There were a couple of guys with the sniffles, so we were getting out of town just in time. After we left as many men as possible dripping our poison cum, we packed up the sling and stole away in the night, deleting our profiles and our screen names and changing our email addresses and profiles back to what they had been before: Poz breeders, dirty raw fuckers, only plant our loads, no condoms allowed! And if you’re interested in converting, talk to us! Jerry Prince 11/9/12

The straight, clean-cut 40-something year old guy on Craigslist posted for a woman who would take the four-day load in his nuts. He wanted a blowjob. Evidently, he was having no luck because when I emailed him playfully suggesting that a guy might do a better job with that, he actually emailed me back. He had just struck out with a third woman and was pretty frustrated. The more we emailed back and forth, the more I could tell he was just your average guy who was kind of losing his mind because he was so horny, and ready to try anything. He asked me whether I was HIV negative and clean. I replied I was. He claimed he had received a blowjob from his college roommate a couple times and had enjoyed the experience, and in all truth, the real obstacle didn't seem getting a blowjob from a guy, but convincing him I didn't expect anything in return. He actually wanted me to explain what I get out of it, so I told him how I got off servicing a man, especially a straight man. I told him how just a fantasy of a straight man using me to empty nuts kind of makes me crazy. He made a big point about asking whether I enjoyed tasting a man's semen. I replied "Yeah, I really get off on it." He finally agreed to give it a try, saying he'd come over to my house. When he showed up my initial thought was that he had honestly been somewhat self-deprecating in his self-description. He had said he was clean-cut , but when he stepped into my living room, he was every gay guy's fantasy of the straight guy who wants a blowjob. He was wearing kind of a thick coat because it was cold outside, but when he took it off and I saw him in his T-shirt and sweats, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that night. We talked for a while, and then I asked if he was ready. He answered 'yeah', so I suggested we go to the back bedroom. I hadn't blown a guy in a while, so I was really hungry to play with him. When we arrived in the bedroom he sort of hesitated as he stood next to the bed, so I stepped over to him, went down on my knees and began feeling up his cock inside of his sweats. He got hard quickly. I began to mouth his penis through the material. Slowly, I began to work his sweats down his legs. Underneath of the sweats he was wearing gray boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his throbbing dick. Remember I said he was kind of self-deprecating? He described his dick as somewhat thick and a bit of a longer 'unit'. If there ever was an understatement, this was it. After tonguing the salty wet spot his pre-cum had created when it soaked through his boxers, I finally worked his boxer briefs off. His dick was at least eight inches and really thick. I began to work on his cock, sucking the head, and then kind of showing off my skills at deep throating him. The entire time, he leaked pre-come like crazy. I could tell it had been a while since the boy had gotten any attention. Finally he asked if he could sit down, and I told him of course he could. I reminded him that this was about taking care of his needs. Once he was comfortable I got between his legs and continued to work on his rigid dick. My dick was rock hard, and it was kind of uncomfortable in my boxers , so I decided to take them off, and he didn't seem to mind. A few times I could tell he was getting close to cumming, and each time I deliberately backed-off, and when he had calmed down I went back to sucking him. His nuts were extremely sensitive, so he asked me to be careful with them, and I gently tongued them. After about 20 minutes I could tell he had held out about as long as he could, only to have his suggest "Hey, let's change positions." I was kind of surprised he wanted to do that because I could swear he was moments away from ejaculating, but I said "Sure, whatever you want." Then he ordered me to lay on my back. I complied, assuming he was going to mount my face and fuck it to finish up, but instead, without even asking, he began to rub his leaking penis against my asshole. I was stunned - we hadn't said anything about anal, but he was clearly about to cum, and it was also clear he was going to take what he wanted. Fortunately I habitually prep my ass whenever I blow a guy, just in case. It's only happened a time or two, but I like to be ready, and that night I was glad I was prepared. Throughout the entire blowjob, he leaked what tasted like gallons of pre-come , and now he was pre-cumming all over my asshole. Without any hesitation or ceremony, he just hunched forward and the head of his big cock popped into my ass. In two strokes, he was balls deep and then he stiffened, not making a single sound, but I could feel he was ejaculating his sperm into me. He knew he was going to come when I was blowing him, and I had even told him I would swallow when he was ready because he complained that women usually wouldn't swallow cum, but instead of blowing his load in my mouth, when push came to shove, and he needed to empty his nuts, he simply decided he wanted to do it in my cunt. Afterwards we talked and joked about the experience. He said that he really thought this would work for him — he thought it would take the edge off when he was dating women if he didn't have to sleep with them to get his rocks off. He made sure he got my real email address and phone number and then asked when I'd be free again. It's been a couple hours since he left, and I'm jacking off as I feel his straight semen leaking out of my used ass. He's going to be back. Thanks for listening — I just had to tell the story, because I couldn't believe it happened, even though I'm laying here right now with an aching asshole because a straight guy decided to finish his male business inside me.

I meet up with a hook-up from BBRT. He was a Thai, muscle bear, 27 years old. His status said 'ask me'. I'm neg but had also listed myself as 'ask me'. We exchanged pics and agreed to meet at his apartment. His cock was six inches, and was quite a thick, massive cock! We stripped and got into action. After 15 minutes of foreplay we were both leaking precum, and he rimmed me well and started to slide an inch into my hole. Then, leaning forward, he kissed me, and so I began pushing back with my hips, encouraging him to slide in, when he said "Please don't push back, I'm not wearing a condom and I'm poz." I was mortified, and sensing as much he asked "Do you have a condom?" [Well, since when its the bottom's duty to bring a condom? (Or is it actually the bottom's duty? It's kinda debatable, isn't it?] "Shall we do anal another day then?" I asked. "I don't think neither of us can pull back from this situation right now. Don't you agree?" he asked, grinning, as he pushed himself deeper into my ass. Well, he was right, I suppose, but to be honest I wasn't lubed up properly and really hurt me, so I found myself hugging him as he thrust is cock in. So there I was, taking my second known poz cock. My ass swallowed his entire dick and he stay in that position, gazing at my body and fondling my nipples and kissing me, at one point commenting "I knew you still want to get fuck." Please don't cum in me," I responded, adding "and make sure you pull out when you're close." He didn't comment, but pumped me steadily for five minutes or so in the missionary position, then switched to doggy and power-fucked me, all the while his rhythm got increasingly fast and hard, which I took as a tell-tale sign that he was on the verge of cumming. Again I pleaded "Please, don't cum inside me," but he didn't stop, nor did he say anything. Instead he pinned me down on his bed, his legs locking my legs, and his palms locking my elbow. Obviously I knew what was about to happen. Part of me didn't even think about struggling, and I guess that was what was in control, because I distinctly felt him unloading his jizz into my ass, and even then he didn't stop fucking me. Five minutes later he pushed me onto my side and spooned me, resuming fucking me, but this time slower. I dug deep for a shred of courage to ask "Did you cum?" "Maybe. Yeah, I think so." I knew I just taken poz cum. He then kissed my neck, wrapping his muscular, buff arms around me, and spooning me while fucking me at a somewhat slower speed. Coupled with the smoothing background music and dim lighting, he caressed me for the next ten minutes, spoon-fucking me as he stroked my cock. Then, without warning, I got his second poz load. This time, he stick his dick in, hug me in spoon position, playing with my nipple with his left hand and jerking me till I shot my load. After all this play we were both sweaty, and creating quite a mess, so we rested for ten minutes or so and then headed to the shower where he soaped me up, and looking at me in the large full length bathroom mirror, he again hugged me from the back, and yes, again I felt his erect dick teasing my ass as he whispered in my ear "I'd like to try for a third load," stroking my chest and abdomen down to my semi-erect cock. The third fuck was the most brutal. He pistoned-fucked deep, using very hard strokes, in the process hitting my prostate and the walls. It was an amazing combination of pain and pleasure. After a good five minutes I auto-came, and apparently he was so turned on by the fact that I had cum that he came shortly afterwards. I had a hard time trying to minimize the leak of his cum whilst on my way back. It was a somewhat terrifying experience, but still it was very memorable.

Ah, bathhouse sex. I remember a bathhouse in Victoria, Canada. I was there for work, and stuck in a hotel mid week with co-workers. Claiming an upset stomach, I begged off going to dinner with the group. No sooner had they left than I cracked open the phone book and found the local bathhouse which, by good fortune, as only a five minute walk from my hotel. I made record time, signed in, and set about exploring the place. It was midweek, and much too early, so I took the view that I would take whatever I could get. I took a quick shower, grabbed my towel, and start searching. There were only about three guys in the whole place, so I found my way to the Porn room, figuring I could at least take care of myself. I had been in the porn room, watching the video for only a few minutes when the attendant, wearing only a T-shirt and a hard-on walked in. Within seconds I had a nice mouthful, but blowing a working guy is a problem as he had to keep leaving to make sure no one was waiting to get in. After a few cycles of this he asked if I would like to blow him from under the counter. Would I!?!??!!! As we are headed into the check-in area he rubbed my ass, which suggested he was up for more than a blow job. Once we arrived at his work station, I reached down to put my towel and keys in a safe location, while at the same time I let him know how much my ass would love his cock. Then, of course, I dropped down to my knees, and out-of-sight of the waiting room, I went down on him - only for a customer to arrive. I figured I would have to stop, but he grabbed my head, and held his long cock down my throat, slowly pulling me forward to show the customer what was going on. It turned-out the customer was a friend of his, and the occasion readily turned into a threesome behind the counter. I ended the night with three loads in my ass and two down my throat - which, of course, made work the next day very difficult. But it was totally worth it.

I like those Mexican wrestler masks or a ski mask, I'm not fucking picky. I have a list for seed and I don't care if you look like Mike Myers.

...so here I am. It's six months since I tested poz, and the virus has agressively invaded my body. I am already losing weight, and have thrush in my mouth and a sore on my cock which won't clear up. But I'm not on meds, as I'm scared of the side effects even though I'm coughing a lot. The small room behind the biohazard door is lit with a dim red light as I lounge on a bench, smiling at the regulars as we wait patiently for our prey. The door opens, and the moustachioed man enters with a small, chubby twink in tow. The lads eyes are glassy, and I'm guessing he's either high or drunk. He's soon enveloped by diseased, sweating bodies and begins to squeal with pleasure as his cock is sucked and eager fingers probe his arse, smearing lube feom filthy tubes into his hole. There is a struggle, a squirming of bodies, and then he is face down on the bench with a fithy rag soaked in poppers over his face, and his pale, flabby body is no longer struggling. Someone pulls his arse cheeks apart and climbs aboard, sliding into the lad who squeals like a pig. It doesn't take long before the top grunts and delivers the first poz load, before standing back and grinning at me. I take his place, feeling my cock slide deliciously into the hot, wet hole and even as I start to spurt I wonder who's sperm will knock-up the the lucky lad....

DAMN HOT! Love nasty dirty verbal, begging for thick hot loads! Would love to have someone fuck me or take my cock and tape it with both of us getting verbal for cum - and if it's poz cum even louder and hungrier! Any takers?!

[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.

My name is Nick and I own what a lot of people call the Bareback Bunkhouse (or BBBH for short – like the Twitter tag for barebacking). I purchased a somewhat rundown brownstone in Harlem a few years ago when the market had crashed after "The Great Recession". It's a big ark of a place – 5 floors, 25 feet wide. This West Indian family owned it before me. They owned it for something like 60 years – generations of their family passed through the place. But they kept it in fairly good condition. I had always dreamed of having a fuck house that was filled with cumdump bottoms where tops could just stop by and breed hole 24/7/365. I mean I love sex and just want to be surrounded by it constantly – and that's what I've created with this place. I can find ass when ever I wanna top, and usually find dick whenever I feel like getting fucked – all without leaving my house. Needless to say the health authorities hate me because it's a private home, which means they can't regulate it. It's legally a two family building. I leave the ground floor apartment unrented and just use it for sex parties – which happen 4 or 5 times a week. They're free, but invite-only. You have to fuck a few of my cumdumps 1-on-1 to get an invite – or better yet, just fuck me Upstairs there are 4 floors and it's operated a bit like a flophouse. The parlor floor has the common space – living room, dining room and kitchen. Then there are three floors of bedrooms above that – each with a bathroom, two big bedrooms and a tiny bedroom room that was originally intended for nanny's (when rich white people lived in Harlem). I kept half of the top floor for myself – a big bedroom and a bathroom. That leaves 5 big bedrooms and three little ones for the cumdumps. I manage to skirt the rent law because all the guys who live here are my "roommates", not tenants. That means if I want them out I can give them 2 week notice and they're gone. Usually it goes pretty smoothly. My "roommates" don't get their own private space. To live in the house you have to basically dedicate your life to getting fucked. You get a lockable closet where you can store your stuff, and otherwise the boys are expected to be naked and ready to get fucked most hours of the day. They sleep wherever they can find an empty bed. Only the top floor bedrooms are quiet zones that are off-limits to visitors. If they boys can't find an empty bed on the top floor, then they'll probably be woken up by fucking in the next bed or (better yet) a hard cock sliding into their hole by some random top who wandered into the house. It's a fantasy for a lot of guys, but most of the guys burn out after a few months, but a few find that it suits them – that deep down they really are just cumdumps. I try to keep about 10 to 15 cumdumps in the house at any given time. Most will be full time "roommates" but I also get a pretty steady flow of tourists who come for a few days or a week of getting fucked. It also means that there literally is a cumdump available to take a load any time of the day (usually more than one is available). And that's why the City hates me – I'm essentially a free brothel. Even straight guys come here since a quickie pump-n-dump at my place is way easier than finding pussy. But instead of the tops paying, the bottoms pay. But since they're just paying rent, it's not illegal. But I do try to not raise too many alarm bells with the City. I usually go for neg guys on PrEP since a lot of the straight tops don't understand that poz undetectable guys aren't really all that dangerous to fuck. And I have a private doctor who comes in for regular testing and to do the 3 month PrEP check-ups (I include doctor visits the boys' rent – though the doctor does bill their insurance). We test all the guys at once, and it's worked really well, until the last round of tests… We did routine tests a couple weeks ago and one of the boys, Mike, turned up poz. He's a nasty-minded little fucker who's one of the ones who's really well suited for living life as a cumdump. He's been living here for a year and a half and he's one of my favorite bottoms to fuck, and his dick feels incredible in my ass. And OMG! He shoots the biggest loads you can imagine. I mean he literally floods guys' asses. But he's not just a slut – he's also really responsible, which is surprising given that he's young – I've just never had any problem with him. Thing is, we haven't actually told Mike he's poz – I wanted more information before breaking the news. But I did ask if he's been taking his PrEP every day. He says yes, and I believe him. You see the issue is that Mike is vers. He'll fuck just about anything that moves and loves giving loads as much as taking them. He fucks and breeds every guy in the house pretty regularly, and a lot of the "visitors" as well. His favorite thing is to talk tops into taking his load in their ass – even if it means he just jacks off and sticks the head of his dick in their hole as he's cumming. He's so cute and adorable it's amazing how many "total tops" he can get to take his load – they're all in love with him and think it's "safe" since he's on PrEP. I'm worried that Mike could have infected a lot of guys, so I wanted to understand how bad the problem was before telling anyone. Hell, I wanted to know if he'd infected me. I had the doc test the other boys (and me) with a more sensitive HIV test, and look more closely at Mike's strain to see if it's meds resistant or not. The news just came back and it's bad. Me and 9 other guys are poz. Two are 'indeterminate', and as you might expect after hearing those numbers, Mike's strain is Truvada-resistant. It's sorta a worst case scenario. I'm really sorta confused – how did this happen with all the guys on PrEP, and why didn't we catch it sooner? I mean I have the guys tested monthly for STDs and every three months for HIV. How did it spread so quickly? I mean I should be in shock about finding out I'm poz – I thought I was pretty safe on PrEP, but the problem is bigger than just me – literally everyone in the house is high viral load poz right now (except maybe the two "indeterminate" guys, but I'm not hopeful with them). And besides the 12 guys here in the house, there are all the tops Mike has fucked and the bottoms those guys have fucked. So now I'm worried about what the City will do. You know they'll find out. Should I shut the house down? Should I just ignore the problem? I'm not really sure. But clearly I need to talk things over with the guys… [To be continued…]

I told myself I would just look, I always tell myself that. It was Friday night and I was online. Barebackrt always manages to get me in trouble and just when I was starting to be good again. I sorted through several messages and prospected fucks before coming across one that looked promising. The guy was a little bigger, but not fat, and he had a huge, thick cock. In his message, he asked me if I wanted to come play with him and a friend. He said they would get me high on g and t and fuck me all night. I had promised myself that I wouldn't party anymore, especially not a few days before class and since I had a loving (and in his mind), monogamous boyfriend now. We continued to exchange messages and eventually my slutty side won out when he mentioned how much he wanted me to be a whore and to watch me take several guys' raw cocks and cum. I was on my way to his apartment within minutes. I arrived at his apartment just as the other guy (his friend who he had mentioned) was leaving. I was a little disappointed as this guy was hot but by this point I was in slut mode and just wanted to get high and take dick. I immediately took off my clothes (the guy told me later what a turn on this was for him) and took some g. We started smoking a little while the guy (William) played with my hardening dick and told me what a slut he wanted me to be. This, along with the drugs, made me horny enough to try to ride his thick, 8.5" dick. It took some work but I managed to ride him while he lay on his back. He eventually lifted me up and fucked me doggy (my favorite) while taking breaks to message other guy's online with invitations to use my ass. I wont lie, his dick was painful to take, but it was a good pain and I was in heat. His phone rang and he stopped fucking me to answer it. He hung up and said "A guy is here to fuck you, put your ass in the air and get ready for him." I did as I was told, positioning my self so my ass was in the air facing the door. The guy came in, undressed, and immediately slid his raw dick in my ass. His was definitely easier to take and I was glad I had been stretched out a bit before. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but he was passing and he had a decent dick that he fucked me with so I was happy. While he pumped away, William watched and told me what a good slut I was. He started taking pictures which really turned me on. The current top pushed me down from my knees so I was laying face down on the bed. He held my face down and fucked me hard, whispering in my ear "I'm going to breed your ass." He started fucking faster and I could feel his balls, thick with cum now, slapping against my ass. He told me he was going to breed me and William urged him on, "Breed his ass." He shot his load up me with a grunt, my first one of the night. He got dressed and left with a thank you and a slap on the ass. William's phone buzzed and he told me that the next guy was already here, "get back in position." I did as I was told again, but this time I had a load in me. The next guy was hot. He was from the Midwest with blond hair, a hot, worked out body, and a nicely sized dick. He took off his clothes and walked over to admired my loaded ass. "He just took a load before you got here," William told him. "Nice," he said as he teased my wet hole with his finger. He slid his ass up my cum-filled hole; his dick felt amazing. It was the perfect size. I moaned like a little bitch as he started fucking me, rhythmically pushing his dick in and out. While he fucked me doggy on the bed I reached around to grab his muscled arms, pushing into his cock as he fucked me. He slid out of me and William immediately shoved his thick cock in, it still hurt but I took it anyway with a slight gasp which quickly turned into moans as he pounded my hole. As he fucked me I noticed that there were 2 other guys in the room now as well, getting undressed. William slid out of me and I moved my ass back into position for the next guy. He was a hot, straight-acting, surfer guy with an amazing dick and this, low-hanging balls. His chest was smooth and tight. He fucked slid his cock in my wet hole and began fucking me like the others. The guy from the Midwest positioned his cock in front of me and I sucked on it while taking the other guy's dick. The surfer guy turned me over and fucked me with my legs in the air and over his shoulders. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he turned away when I tried. I reached down and felt his smooth balls slapping against my ass and his raw dick pumping in and out of my slutty hole. He grabbed my feet and spread my legs in the air as he fucked me, hold my feet. I looked down at his amazing dick fucking my hole. So fucking, hot. I wanted his hot ball sac to unload up me so badly. The second guy to come in started fucking Midwestern guy on the bed next to me. I love getting fucked while listening to another bottom moan next to me. Such a fucking turn on. William continued taking pictures and telling the other guys to fuck me. He told the surfer guy to breed me. He started fucking me more intensely, throwing me over so I was flat on my stomach again and shot his load up my cunt. My second load, I couldn't be happier. He lay on top of me as his balls unloaded into my ass, I reached back and felt them pulse. My ass was definitely wet now. Watching me get bred got the top who had been fucking Midwestern guy really horny, he pulled out and came over to shove his cock in my warm, wet hole. He had a long, curved dick and he fucked hard and fast. My ass must have felt great with the warm cum in it because he came within a couple of minutes. He shot a huge load and I could feel cum leaking out and down my balls as he pulled out. Midwestern guy was up next, he had me lay on my back with my legs in the air as he admired my cum-drenched hole. He slowly teased his hole with his dick, pushing it in and out of the opening to my hole gently. I moaned with pleasure and he rammed his dick in hard, pounding away at my hole. I could feel the cum running down and out of my ass as he fucked me. I reached down to feel his shaft which was slick with thick cum. He pumped me hard for several minutes as I moaned and told him how good his dick felt. I will admit, his felt the best by far. He finally shot his load in me, adding up to a total of 4. William gave me the last load and for once, with all the cum in me, his dick barely hurt at all. He had a huge load for me too. After that, everyone started picking up to leave and I decided to head back home too. My ass was full of cum as I sat down at my computer once I got home and logged onto Barebackrt.

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

My Fast Alley Pozzing I could feel semen ooze out of my sore asshole as I sat and sipped whiskey. Taking my first poz load had taken all of fifteen minutes. I smiled and wondered if I was infected. Fifteen minutes ago my phone had rattled with a text forwarded from BBRT. It was from PozSanta, a top that lived nearby. "I want to fuck you, now. Alley behind new Thai place." "Yes." "5 minutes." "On the way. I knocked my whiskey back and headed out the door, I'd have to hurry. BBRT showed his current location to be closer than I was, I wanted his load bad. He listed his HIV status as 'Positive'. BBRT had another option for 'Undetectable', so I assumed he was not on meds and his VL was high. I was neg. This fuck could infect me with HIV. I wanted it. For several years my favorite jerk off fantasies had featured me taking poz loads, I'd always chickened out. There was a 1 in 70 chance of one fuck infecting me, I told myself I was going to roll the dice. I wasn't exactly lying, I didn't want to get infected, but when I jerked off I muttered to myself, 'fuck me, cum in me, knock me up, infect me with HIV, please infect me'. The idea of getting infected was what really got me off. Fuck it, I was going to do it, roll the dice. Now. The alley was surprisingly well lit, I saw a man walking toward me, then he ducked into a doorway twenty feet from me. I looked in, he was standing half in the light with his cock out, stroking slowly. It was the cock in his profile, not long, but thick, curved, oozing precum. I walked up and took it in my hand, he was ready, hard, wet, oozing. I turned, sidling into the dark doorway and pushed my pants down, bent over, legs spread. He moved to me, the wet head of his dick nuzzled my hole. I moaned and pushed back. He grunted and shoved in deep. I whimpered and shuddered, I had a poz dick in me! He growled and started fucking me slowly, stroking deep, pulling out and popping back in. I whined and tightened my hole, he pushed hard, violating me. It hurt like I wanted. "Neg bitch likes my poz dick, don't you?" "Yes, yes, fuck me, cum in me, give it to me!" "You want my poz cum, you want my bug, you want me to poz you?" "Fuck, yeah, poz me, knock me up, poz me!" I shuddered and sobbed as he fucked my ass with his toxic cock, this was what I wanted, a man fucking his virus into me. "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me...." His arms squeezed me hard, his cock shoved deep and twitched, swelled, I felt hot, poison semen jet out into my guts as he ejaculated deep in me. I jerked in orgasm , my cock squirted a load onto the wall I was leaning on, my ass squeezed his death cock hard, milking more venom into me. "Yeah, cum in me, cum in me, give it to me, poz me, knock me up, infect me, infect me good..." He trembled and held his dick deep in me, both of us breathing hard, shuddering, his cock swelling and twitching, pumping a few last squirts of lethal virus into me. "Fuck yeah, fuck, giving it to you, infecting you good, bitch! You got my bug, bitch, welcome to the club." He sighed, dropped his arms and backed away. His softening cock slid out and a rush of warm, virus laden cum ran down my legs. I pulled up my shorts and pants as I heard him walk away. A few minutes later I was back on my barstool, a celebratory glass of bourbon in front me. I sighed and savored the soreness in my asshole and the wet feel of my shorts, soaked in toxic semen. I made a mental note to buy canned soup and gatorade the next day, just in case.

Dad's Boy I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, drippin cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smokin my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smokin so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tastin my cigarspit and me tastin that great cock/precum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the precum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rockhard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a Poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt workin his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself then, I drew him to me, hugging him tight, kissing all over his face and neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it, you could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, make me your Boy!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fuckin my dick with his ass as I was fuckin his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fuckin his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long. I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was buckin hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that jizz in my hot hole, fuck me Daddy, FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one, I was makin him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fuckin cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Shortly he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. I raised up, led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again then, another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck #2. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had cumshot #2 up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, my cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, it found the hole and entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuckstrokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long, spurts of Daddy Cream joined the loads already there, my fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuckstroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fuckin him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, crusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I have been, to find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com

Another one from my archives that I wrote under an earlier name, Raw Latino Muscle: I got to Steamworks at 5 p.m. and started breeding holes almost immediately. Lost track of how many but I know it was at least seven or eight loads, including more than one in a few guys who have become almost regular fuck buds there. They were all hot fucks, but the last one of the night (ain't it almost always the last one of the night?) set a new standard for me. It never would have happened as recently as a month ago. But since joining these groups, I've become addicted to bug. I'm a man on a mission. It was almost 3 a.m., and I was dead tired but determined to spew my poison strains in one more hole before calling it a night. After several passes through the corridors and the maze area, I finally found my target. He was on hands and knees in a room, his butt in the air, lube on the mattress and no condoms in sight. I zoomed in, shut the door and immediately started fingering his hole. It was dry, indicating I would be his first load of the night. I love shoving my fat dick into a butt full of jizz - it's the best lube - but knowing I would be first also meant I'd stretch and tear his hole so that my poz bug would go right into his bloodstream. Awesome! Before I could get on his ass, though, he moved his hot wet mouth to my huge pig nipples and began sucking and chewing like a mad man. FUCKING AWESOME! Most guys seem to go right for the dick, but my nips are even more sensitive than my cock, and getting them worked gets me rock hard. After a bit I pulled his head up and shoved my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. The chemistry was intense, and I knew this was going to be a really great fuck. He was a white kid, mid to late 20s, about 5-foot-7, maybe 150 pounds, slim and lightly muscled - not a twink, but a good boy who was gonna get a huge load of daddy's poz juice. I'm 41, Latino, 5-foot-10 and almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and my thick and heavy meat was already dripping as I thought about how I would take his boy pussy: Start on his back, then turn him over and fuck him like a dog before I pinned him down with my muscles and shot a thick, juicy load of poison cum in his cunt. "Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck your bitch! I need your fucking dick SOOO bad!" That was all I needed to hear. His legs were up in the air in no time, and my dick was lubed and aiming at his puckered hole … when it happened: The goddamned fucker whipped out a condom. It caught me totally off guard and made me fucking madder than hell. Fucking tease! I couldn't believe this was happening. If it had been earlier in the night, I would have jumped off him in a heartbeat and stormed out with a monster hard-on in search of the first hole I could find. But it was late, and I didn't want to do that this time - so I took a chance. I took the rubber from his hand, threw it on the floor and immediately shoved my lubed dick into his tight hole. It took all of my body weight to pin him down as the surprise and pain gripped his body. He tried to push me off, but I was clearly too strong for him. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers." I was pissed as hell, and I held him tight as his hole stretched and twitched around my invading pole. "Bareback only." He didn't say anything coherent, but he grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, bitch, you know you want it! You were begging me to fuck your cunt! You fucking need this, boycunt!" But he clearly was having second thoughts about the whole scene, so I decided to change my approach. "Come on, baby, take daddy's dick. You can do it, boy…" I eased up a bit on his body and tried a more seductive approach. "You got a real sweet boy pussy, and daddy wants to make you feel good." A little nasty encouragement was all he needed. He gave in immediately, shifting his hips so that his hole was right in line with my dick inside him, and started babbling like a baby. "OH GOD, daddy, I need your cock inside me so bad! Please fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" He worked my nipples and kept talking like a whore in heat, and that was all I needed. My dick was rock hard, partly from his response and partly because I knew I was truly going to breed him. The guy must be neg - or at least must think he's neg - if he wanted me to use a rubber. I looked over by the edge of the pillow and saw he had a whole stash of 'em there. That only made me fuck him harder, determined to show him what happens to a fucking tease. "I'm gonna breed your pussy, boy. You know that? You're gonna get daddy's hot seed deep in your cunt. That's what you really want, you fucking bitch, isn't it? You want a hot daddy to fuck you and use you and breed you like a whore, don't you?" "OH GOD, DADDY, YES!!! That's what I want! That's what I need! Please fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me! … But please pull out before you cum, daddy, please!" The fucking bastard! He was too fucking stupid to be real! Did he really think I would not breed his hole at this point? As long as I live, I will never understand the "logic" of these neg guys who think they can take raw dick and stay neg. What stupidity. What arrogance. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting daddy's dick and his load, just like you want it…. Get ready, boy, because Daddy's gonna breed ya!" He just kept moaning and pushing back to meet my thrusts, and that was all the sign I needed. "HERE IT CUMS, BOY! HERE CUMS DADDY'S HOT SEED! GODDAMN YEAH, FUCKER, I'M SPRAYING MY STUD JUICE DEEP IN YOUR GUTS RIGHT NOW!" Walking around for almost an hour before I met this kid, I had worked up a huge load of hot cum. I coated the whole inside of his pussy with poz seed, so much that I could feel it squirting over and over as my balls pumped over and over again. I shoved my tongue deep inside his mouth and rammed my hips into his small body for all I was worth, determined to plant my poison bug so deep in his guts that he'd taste it in the back of his throat. I kept kissing him deep and telling him what a good boy he was as I thrust inside him for another minute or two, determined to work the poison into his pussy walls good so that none would spill out and it would all go straight into his blood stream. "Oh daddy… Oh daddy…. Oh, daddy…." He just kept muttering, too weak, shocked or both to do anything but lie there and feel my poz juice seep into his system. I don't remember the last time I had such a fucking intense orgasm. Almost as soon as it subsided, I was ready to go. I wondered for a moment if he came too, but then I decided that I didn't really care. It was all about me giving him what he fucking needed. It's what I fucking needed, too. I've shot more than a half dozen loads just recalling the whole scene and putting it down in writing. If any of you pigs want some of my poz juice, I'm at Steamworks in Berkeley every other Saturday night. Hope to breed ya soon.... Raw Latino Muscle

I'm a total anon glory hole slut. I went to a video store the other night and I got three loads through the glory hole in about an hour, one from a white guy, one from a black guy, and the third from a Latino. I've had MANY MANY MANY dicks inside my ass but the third dick, that of the Latino, was a new experience. Now, I can take a fist no problem but for the Latino dick I found it necessary to take a HUGE hit of poppers after he had slid in. Then I slid off of it for a second, only to find the cum from the first two guys poured out of my hole. Then the Latino slid back in, and went to town on my ass, nutting deep in my hole. Afterwards I cleaned off his beautiful dick, pulled up my pants and went hunting for the another load. Life's pretty good.

I wish one of the bareback studios would make a gay version of the straight porn series '50 Guy Cream Pie'. There have been a couple of videos that have tried to follow this concept, but none of them are as raunchy or hardcore as the straight version -- where 50 guys fuck and cum in one woman with no clean up in between loads. It's just cream pie after cream pie until the woman is completely covered in dried cum and it's just gushing out of her ass and pussy. The gay studios always break it up into smaller 5-10 guy gang bangs and do a complete clean up and shower between groups. They also never come close to 50 guys. I'd love to see 50 guys in a room at the same time, fucking and cumming in one bottom with no clean up between loads. Maybe at the end, the bottom could push the cum out of his ass so we could see how much is in him. Swallowing it would be great, but I think that may be asking too much. As for cast, a Helix, Staxus, or Eurocreme twink would be perfect for the bottom, and the tops could be a mix of guys from hot to unattractive and ages from 20s to 60s.

i love Rob Rodin's videos too. I would love to fuck and be fucked by him.

I fucked a porn star about 4 or 5 years ago (before PrEP). I'd always loved any movie with Steve Tuck in it. He is a versatile Bottom with the sexiest body and ass. I saw him on line one day and sent him a note telling him that he was my favorite and how much I loved his movies. He sent me an autographed copy of "Hung House Husbands, his latest movie at the time. We emailed periodically after that and discovered that we both have a mutual foot fetish (his feet are big, smooth, an well-groomed, just perfect). He wound up inviting me to spend a weekend with him at his place in the L.A, area, so we picked a weekend and I flew from Atlanta to see him. In addition to being so physically sexy, he was so kind and sweet. He did take me site-seeing, but we spent most of the time in his bedroom doing mutual foot and ass play. He is always a bottom in his movies so I thought he was a total bottom. He is actually a versatile bottom so we fucked each other that weekend. Each of us liked to fuck each other in the missionary position so that the others' feet were in our face. Steve's cock was my first KNOWN POZ BARE COCK that I had in my ass. I came inside his ass several times over that weekend, but he would not let himself cum in mine because I was negative (he was quite respectful and gentleman-like to do that). That is my only regret from that wonderful weekend....that I did not get to take his poz load home in my ass. I wore a cool jock strap to have on when Steve picked me up at LAX. At some point during the weekend Steve tried it on and it looked so damned good on his perfect ass that I gave it to him to keep. See picture attached.

Yesterday had a 30 something, straight (wife & kids) over to fuck. As agreed he found the door ajar when he arrived. Went to the bedroom, undressed, put on his wife's underwear, hit the poppers and went on all 4's on the bed. I arrived, had him suck me while I played with his ass. Took of the underwear, licked his ass wich got him moaning. Put some lube on his ass, put my dick against is and pushed in. He feared it would be tight as he hadn't been fucke in a while, but it opened up nicely. Fucked him hard, pulled his hair and called him slut, whore and bitch (wich he loved) than shot a 2 day load up his ass. The little slut never said a word during the whole thing, dressed and went back to his Mrs.

Wrecked holes also provide an additional challenge. It makes me fuck the slut harder, making sure he feels my dick in his loose hole. I enjoy when i see i can still pound a wrecked hole hard enough to make the slut moan/shouut/beg

nothing did change you're right... my love for bb is not something i can just bury, i tried taking it with a rubber for a week or two, but it didn't really work it usually ended with someone taking the condom off or completely breaking it, so i took a load every time i wouldn't say i'm a chaser, but i still do mostly bb

CHICAGO - Found a sexy 24 year old cumdump on BBRT to come to my hotel and take my load. He got ass up and when I came out of the bathroom I could tell this would be a nice ass to breed. I slid in and knew there were many loads in there. Six to be exact. I fucked him doggie style for about 5 minutes before my cock slipped out. He pulled away from my cock and made this "Oh my gosh" sound. He told me that he came and said that never happens. I told him I wasn't done and I needed a couple more minutes to add my load to his collection. He asked to go pee, which he did, then came back out and assumed the position. I got a good look at the boy and he was quite sexy. I was able to get my nut into his hole and apparently my cock really liked him because I shot a huge load. He could tell it was big and I could tell it was larger than my normal cumshot. We both got our wits about us and I sat in a chair while he put his clothes back on. We chatted a short bit, then he thanked me for the big load and went on his way. I just love cumdumps! In Chicago til Sunday morning... hit me up if any hotties need a load

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I'm a 50 year old white guy, with a medium build and could use working out, I just don't. At 6'2, 215 lbs, seven inches (cut), HIV+, I wouldn't say I was a bad looking guy. Over the weekend I was SO FUCKING horny, so I went cruising on Grindr and Scruff, looking for cock. Then I heard from a twink looking for a daddy and a place to stay for the night. Figuring I'd get to breed him (or at least have him breed me), I invited him over. He was about 5'11, 155 lbs, white, had a seven and a half inch cock, described himself as versatile but preferred to fuck me, so we got to it. I invite him into the house, led him to my bed room where we both stripped, and dropping to my knees I went down on his cock. Initially it was totally limp so I got to see and feel it grow as I slid my mouth up and down. I worked his hard, but skinny cock deep into my throat. It was long enough that it hit the back of my throat, just popping past the entrance to my throat, causing me to gag every so slightly. Yeah, he was definitely seven and a half inches. In any even, that's as far as he went into my throat before he was balls deep. Naturally he groaned with pleasure, so I had him move onto the bed where we mutually went down on each other, sucking each other in a 69 position. He was quite good at it, deep-throating my cock and flicking his tongue ring against the underside of my cock. It felt so good I found myself leaking precum like crazy. His cock was also drooling in my mouth. I couldn't wait, I NEEDED FUCKING BAD, so, I cut to the chase and asked him to fuck me. I wanted his load of cum deep in my ass. "I'm on PrEP, so I only bareback," he replied. "Fine with me," I replied, but before I could say another word, he suddenly became much more aggressive and ordered me to "Get your pussy into position," as he rolled me over, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and rubbed his cock head all over my hole, smearing his precum all over, then slowly pushing his head into my hole. Even with his precum my hole was still quite, and I grunted in pain, telling him as much. "So?" was his one word reply as he pushed harder. "More lube, guy," I answered, definitely in pain now. "Spit and precum is all I ever use, as well as the cum of other guys, if it's available," he answered in a matter-of-fact tone. The thought of using the cum of other guys as lube excited me, and got my cock even harder, notwithstanding the pain, but as the discomfort was unabating, I tried again, suggesting we use 'SPUNK' (which is great lube, by the way). "Nope, just spit," he again replied. So, I spat in my hand and tried to lube his cock as much as possible, going into a half-sitting position to do so. But apparently impatient, he placed his head at the entrance of my hole and pushed in. No luck. "Get up on all fours!" he demanded. I complied, getting into doggie position, again spitting and lubing his cock. He placed his cock head against my hole, teasing me as he pushed a bit harder each time. Again I spat and with the objective of lubing his cock, but this time as I made to lube his cock, he pushed hard against my hole. I was in the act of screaming 'Not yet!' when he cut me off with a succinct "Too late," his cock head popping into my hole, sliding in until he was balls deep. The pain was excruciating, and it seemed as if he was actually tearing my hole. Now, we had never discussed safe sex, but perhaps in recognition of as much, as he begain thrusting in and out (with a medium speed), and as tears flowed from my eyes, he casually remarked "I'm gonna breed this hole good." Then, ever gracious, he completely withdrew and asked "More spit?" I tried to give him some more, but impatiently he said "Too, slow!" as he slammed into my hole, going balls deep. I screamed in pain even as I moaned in pleasure. Laughing, he withdrew and allowed me to lube his cock. Naturally I loaded him up plenty, which was good, because he then lay back on the bed, demanding "Ride it." So I mounted him, trying to get his cock into my hole as I squatted over his cock. His cock head had just breached my ass lips when he slapped my leg out from under me and I fall on his cock, taking his cock balls deep as I feel his treasure trail along the crack on my ass. I screamed again, he laughed. For about five minutes I road his cock, only to have him say he wanted to go back to the first position, that is to say, with me on my back and my legs on his shoulders. Somehow we made this change in position without his cock ever leaving my hole, which was good because as we settled in he warned me "Do not let my cock out of your hole or I won't fuck you anymore." By this time I craved his cock, so as he resumed pounding my ass, fucking me over and over again, pulling almost completely out, only to slam back in, really opening up my ass, and absolutely bruising my prostate in the process. Finally, I sensed his cock was getting harder, and his pounding was less controlled, so I wasn't all that surprised when he slammed in deep, and somewhat convulsed. "Take that gift for the holidays," he remarked. Of course I immediately wondered if he had deliberately chosen the word 'gift' to infer he was giving me some poz cum, or perhaps it was merely a generic use. Well, I didn't have the time to think much about his 'gift' because he then rolled me over onto my stomach, spread my legs, exposing my now red sore and bred hole, and slid his cock, which was still fully erect, back into my hole, fucking me fast and deep. "Now, let me work it into you. Get it deep so you can carry it all day," power-fucking me again and again, bouncing up and down, slamming my hole. Occasionally his cock would pop out, only to be shoved right back in. "Damn, your hole is hot! Ready for another load?" "YES! FUCK YES!" I replied, as again he slammed in balls deep, trying to get even deeper, and as he bottomed-out, I felt his cock pulse several times, shooting about four quirts of cum deep into my hole. Pulling out, he demanded "Clean off my cock." So I did, noticing a coating of white and pinkish juice all over the head of his cock. I licked his cock head and then gave his entire cock a clean-up. Getting to to his feet, he pulled on his clothing, and as he walked out the door, called "Thanks, and bye," even as I was trying to pull up my shorts, and definitely before I could formulate an answer. So much for staying over night. I kept his cum in me all day, including when I went to work and visited with clients. I specifically noticed it didn't feel as if I needed to to relieve myself. When I got home from work that evening I thought I needed to shit, so I went into my bathroom, sat on the commode and gave a slight push. First some fart-like gasses, and then some juice came out. The juices were clearly his cum and it was streaked with pink, but there was no actual poop. Just his cum and my ass juices. He had obviously given me a HUGE load. About an hour later the sensation returned, and this time another large amount of cum blew out of my hole, although this time there was no trace of blood. So I found myself wondering: Did he recharge me?

I don't think finding a bottom to be gangbanged. I think it's finding the tops to cum in him ON CAMERA. Most of the bottoms I know (myself included) would LOVE to take all those loads. A lot of tops would do it until it comes time to give the ID and sign the release, then all of the sudden they get shy. I've seen a couple of flicks where the tops are masked or hooded. I think that's hot too! There's nothing like taking anonymous loads!

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): slcfriskybear Your cell number (Text Only): (801) 618-5052 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Glendale AZ 85301 Times you're generally not available: Days and some nights. Please text to find out availability. Age: 45 Height: 5'10" Weight: 200 lbs Ethnicity: white

Who doesn't love a man in uniform? That is so hot getting the straight dude into fucking and breeding you. We should all be so lucky. Keep posting more about this guy and his friends. Hot stuff!!

It's been a while, but Dan is still at it, enjoy! Part 5: The door was open, but a pair of blackout curtains obscured the room. Pinned up was a neat sign "Wait for admittance". He went to turn away, his desire for satisfaction outweighing his curiosity, until a hand on his back stopped him. A beautiful guy, Latino with gorgeous muscles and a perfect smile had his hand on his shoulder and Dan immediately felt his dick rising. This stud had a huge sick handing softly from the only hair on his body and Dan was immediately captivated. The bold letters on his chest only served to make him more appealing. "You want in?" The new stud enquired. "If you're in there, yeah" Dan replied. "Of course, but you need to prepare" he reached back through the curtain and produced a glass of water "drink it all!" He commanded. Dan hesitated, knowing instinctively that this was the start of something, but his inhibitions left as he remembered how much charged cum was already inside him. He downed the glass in one... As he came to, he felt the cool leather of the restraints. He'd never been in a sling before but he'd seen enough porn to understand the position he was now in. He wriggled, testing the restraints, and the clink of the chains attracted several figures out of the darkness into the red spotlight he found himself in. His mouth was filled with cloth, presumably a pair of underwear and his legs raised, exposed his hole. The Latino stud who'd drugged him approached, his dick no longer soft, but rock hard and aimed like a deadly weapon. "Ok slut, time to see how much you can take". In one, he slammed his dick into Dan's hole. It was the thickest he'd taken and he howled behind the gag in his mouth. His desperate pleas only seemed to make his abuser fuck harder as he ploughed Dans hole. "You're getting a massive charged load of me" he whispered in Dan's ear "and PEP won't work, it didn't for me!" Dan had thought briefly of that option after his first load, but knowing it was off the table added to the maelstrom of emotion in him. The Latino stud using his hold moaned as Dan felt his cock spasm and add another charged load to his ruined hole. The stud didn't stop there though, he continued fucking until Dan felt a frothy mess of combined cum leaking from his hole and over his balls. He barely dared to hope that it was over. Soon he found his mouth and ass full of dick from two boys who passionately made out, in the way only boyfriends do, over him as they abused his hole. He lost count of how many loads he'd taken by the time he was released. His face, body and hair were soaked with cum and his ass was leaking the multiple loads he'd been given. Only after he'd seen his last attacked pull out with a mixture of cum and blood did Dan know his ass was done

Hosting tops and vers tops for Sunday (11/27) afternoon/evening breeding session/gangbang in Hollywood/Los Angeles, Ca. See party ad on bbrt (screen name: westcoastbottomboy).

Hot fucking DAMN!! Hottest chapter yet! Hope there's still lots more sharing and spreading to come!

Last night I posted about an unmedicated poz top I took a couple of loads from last Thursday. He's a lot more toxic than I wanted - he claims to have pozzed 5 of his last 12 or so holes, but I needed a charged load, so I met up with him. My plan was to wait a couple of months and if the flu didn't strike, get tested and take a couple more loads from him, or from some other poz top. I don't want to convert, I'm just looking for thrills. Anyway, I douched earlier and then switched over to wine enemas. They make me so damned horny for cocks! Well, I sent him a note saying my hole was open for more of his loads and was the guy he converted recently (with a really high VLC) available too? (That was definitely the wine talking) Both showed up! The high VLC guy said that if he stuck his cock into me he would NOT pull out until he came, no matter whether I changed my mind or not and no matter how hard I pleaded for him to pull out, and the other stud said he'd make sure to hold me down if I tried to buck his buddy out of my hole, until his buddy's load was inside me. Well, as worried as I was, I was drunk enough to take two loads from each of them. For one load each they even made me do the work of sliding back and forth on their cocks to get them off so that it was me who made them cum inside me with their charged loads. So, now I'm sitting here writing this as their loads soak into me. I promised myself to not take an enema until morning, just to make sure I didn't wash their viral semen out of me. I wonder whether or not I can make it to New Years without converting, especially since I already crave more fillings from pozzed cocks without waiting for two months to go by. Those really hot loads inside me are making me really worried. OMG, the butterflies! I'm going to be on pins and needle the next few weeks! (Exactly what I want and need.) I am sooooooooo worried! OMG, what did I do?! And, how do I keep myself from calling them in a few days for more breeding? If I do that, I know I'll get converted really soon. My mind is swimming and it isn't all from the wine.

Absolutely LOVE anon loads. About half of my loads are anon (or started that way). I have a couple dozen repeats that I now know by sight, but don't know anything about them. It's funny to bump into them out and about in their daily lives and realize I've had their cum in me (and I remember them fucking me, which always makes me smile). It's even hotter for me to wonder if the people they are with know what a pig he is. I've been approached by guys who've fucked me, but I didn't know. Makes me feel like a total whore ...and my hole starts twitchin! <oink>

PART II As I was observing my surroundings in a strange, cold and dark place in from of an open door, I could feel my body shocking as if I was being electrocuted. I am to this day not sure if it was the weather, or the strange feeling og being completely naked, literally, or the combination of both of them. As I felt more unsure about whether I had done the right choice, or had completely destroyed my life, I reminded myself that, if I had come this far, I should continue on this path. Having done the necessary, but rather useless, reflections on my life and the path which led me to this moment, being naked in front of a door, I quickly recovered from the uncertainty and despair, and proceeded towards what I would later in my life describe as a gateway to a new, more brutish, yet tolerable, world. Slowly, with firm steps, and a shaking body, a waxed body, and dangling, hairless balls, I approached the door of the caravan. With my right arm and hand, I grabbed hold of the handle for the door, and swiftly pulled it, revealing a stark dark, yet warm, room. I entered the room, and closed the door behind me. Remembering my orders, I locked it, to refrain the rest of this very strange neighbourhood to witness what was about to come, and seal my faith forever. As my eyes started to adjust, I could see the setting of the caravan. It was quite compact, but had all the necessary items for the event. There was a stall right in front of me, in which later I came to realise was a bathroom with its own shower, a kitchen was adjacent to it. Next to the door, there was a single bed, or rather a mattress, with no sheets or pillows, nor anything that lifted it from the ground. I could see some stains on it, though nothing unusual for a caravan. The bed was placed facing me, and there was just enough space between the bed and the kitchen to stand and do dishwashing. On the other side of the door, there was a living space separated by a plastic wall, with some closets for personal items. The caravan was separate from the car which it was attached to, thus did not have any other doors in front. The living space was as large as the bathroom, kitchen and the bedroom put together, which was logical as one usually uses ones time either outside, or in the living space. It was decorated with a sofa and an armchair, with closets occupying the empty walls next to the furnitures. It was indeed hard to distinguish between colours in such dark night, as the only source of it came from the windows blocked with curtains. As I was instructed in the correspondence I had with he owner of the caravan prior to my arrival, I was to find a mask under the mattress, and put it on. I could hear the blood pressuring my ears as I forced my feet to move slowly and quietly to the mattress. I lifted the mattress up, and found a synthetic mask underneath. As I lifted myself up, I tried to figure out which side I was to wear the mask, but as I realised there were no holes on the mask, I simply put it on. Having a tight mask on is actually quite comfortable, as it makes the air inhaled much colder than if it had been a thick, roomy mask. My vision was of course altered, and now I could barely see where I was going, but it was nothing compared to a blindfold. Recalling further instructions, I quickly searched for the “largest closed you can find, and get in it. Close the closed door, and do not move or take off your mask”. After a rather long search, I found a closed which was barely larger than the other ones in the living space, and opened it with its silver handle. Of course, with limited visibility due to the lack of lighting and having a mask on, I did hit my head on the upper panel of the closet, yet I managed to get in, all empty, with a mask on my head. After waiting for at least ten to fifteen minutes, I heard a distant engine start, which I can now safely say was the engine of the car which the caravan was connected to. I knelt inside the closet and rested my body on one of the walls, as the caravan, driven by the car, made its was to a place I was not told of. Only a few minutes into the journey did I realise how tired I was, and I stretched my legs as much as the closed allowed me to, and began my rest. As I could feel the bumps of the road and the sound of the car engine and wheels carrying both of the vehicles forwards, I came to realise how lonely I felt. I knew there was someone driving the car, but there were no other noises, not from the places we drove, or from the roads. It was as if the world was in deep sleep, and the two moving vehicles were the only sign of life. I also realised how I, as an 18-year-old, did not have an erection. Through the years, I always had a massive erection prior to, and during my visits to men. I would hide the monster safely in my trousers until the time came to reveal its glory, but this time, being already naked in a moving caravan with an anonymous driver I never met or saw, with a face mask, sitting inside a closet, I didn’t have any action going down there. Actually, my penis was quite cold and short, crippled in despair to a hairless body. — I remember waking up. I wasn’t awaken. I just woke up. In a closet. In the few seconds it took me to realise why I was in that situation, my hearth had already skipped a few beats, and I remember aching everywhere. My first though after those few initial seconds of oblivion was whether we had made it to our destination, and if he was waiting for me to wake up, which would be a very pleasant way to treat someone like me. There were no sounds, no engines running, no rain drizzling, no birds tweeting, no man speaking. I stretched my muscles to gain as much warmth as possible, also hoping that I could stretch the aching off my body, which did work fairly well. I had no knowledge of the time, but I did know that I was asleep more than a couple of hours, as I was well rested. Just then I realised that I still had the mask on, which made me relax a bit, as I had though that the mask would start hurting me after an extended period of wearing it. I decided that as I did not receive any further instructions prior to arriving, I could now navigate freely unless told otherwise, and pushed the closed door to free myself from the place I snoozed. As I let myself roam the caravan, I could see that the windows were darkened. As I approached them and tried to through them, I could see dim lights, but couldn’t make out where I was. The windows were surely not like that before I fell asleep. Still satisfied that I am intact and I can see enough to navigate through the caravan, I realised that my bladder was immensely full, thus retreated to the loo to urinate. I did not know whether the water system worked, so I flushed the toilet after relieving myself, which, for my delight, worked just fine. I washed my hands and exited the toilet. I did some breathing exercises to calm my nerved, and as soon as my hearth started to beat normal, I felt a connection to the place. I had been there for hours, and I no longer identified it as being strange or alien, but rather a safe refuge from the dangers of the outside world. I granted a few more moments for relaxation, before deciding that the man who supposedly drove me to wherever I might be now, was probably waiting for me outside. Thus, I broke off from my comfort zone, and readied myself to face the outside world I was glad not to be a part of a moment ago. I slowly, and ultimately, nakedly, walked to the door, and turned the lock. I had unlocked the door, and the time had come to open it. I felt the same rush of excitement joined with fear as I had felt when I was standing on the other end of the door. I slowly, quietly and very considerably pulled down the handle of the door, and pushed it open, while leaving my feet steady on the ground. — As the door was opened, I quickly realised that my clothes which I had taken off were no longer there, as they were never brought inside the caravan. I imagined that the driver must have picked them up while I was in the closet, before we departed, as I did not have any other belongings. Looking around me, the weather was still dark, though the cold fronts were replaced with a milder, yet still chilling, breeze. It was a residential area, this time with brick buildings stretching five stories up. The caravan was parked next to a dumpster, and the car, which was one attached to the caravan, was nowhere to be found. The street had a single streetlight, which was far away enough to not put me in the spotlight. There were no windows looking to the street I was on from the adjacent buildings, probably as this was a backstreet. I walked a few steps to see if I could spot something, and immediately saw an open door on the other side of the main street, which was right in front of me. I turned back, glazing at the caravan that had brought me here, and closed the door. Then, being cautious of my nudity, I observantly walked to the end of the dark alley I was on, and crossed the main street, which was not any larger or sophisticated than the one I had been on a few moments ago. I made sure that the door I was about to enter was the sole one open, as if it didn’t, it would mean that this was in fact, not an inviting sign. Looking to the other doors, I quickly realised that, with my limited vision, the door I was upon was the sole open one. I entered the door, closing it behind me, as I did not wish any curious bypasses to enter as well. It was very assuring to see a dark arrow next to the staircase, as I took it as an instruction to follow it. Although not yet relaxed, I was happy to see that the place was no lit, nor did it have any sounds coming from it. People were asleep, which ment that I was safe. I went four flight up, before finding another door, this time wooden, open as wide as possible. I simply entered it, which was quite remarkable of someone conscious of being stark naked with a face mask in a building somewhere unknown. The room was, as in the case with everything, dark, with moonlight shining through its few, unwashed windows. “Shut the door”. For the firt time in hours, I heard someone speak. It was without doubt a masculine voice with a very dominant vibe. I did as instructed, and soundlessly closed the door behind me. As I shut the door, I felt someone come close to me, and grab me by the throat. It had happened within seconds, and I was already having problems breathing. I wanted to turn around and face my assaulter, but instead, I was drawn towards him. As his right hand was busied by holding my though, his other hand guided itself to my eyes, and shut my vision completely. He then dragged my naked body for quite some while, and shoved me ass-up-belly-down into a wooden table of sorts. Sparing no time for me to question him, he quickly moved on me, and with his large body on me, he strapped by hand and feet to the wooden plateau. He held my head down as, somehow, it was, too, strapped by my neck. Then, while still holding my head down, he pushed out the mask on my head, and quickly replaced it with a mask of sorts, which later inquiry showed to be a gas mask without any holes for my eyes. I remember being distressed, but also, I could not speak, as the whole situation had made me quite incapable of acting sanely. I was gasping for air, which was unnecessary, as the gas mask was not attached to something, and the air flew nicely though its air hole. There I was, naked, but facing upwards, dick facing to the wooden table, hand, neck and feet strapped to it. I was absolutely and unquestionably vulnerable, and had no ability to nix or avoid anything that came on my way. If you wish this story to continue, please follow me and give it a reputation!

My name is Tyrone. I moved into the Bareback Bunkhouse a month ago on my 18th birthday and today the guy who runs the house, Nick, got us all together for a meeting while "the guests" were busy with a sex party downstairs. Mike, one of the guys who's been here a while, got up and told everyone that the doc had told him that he was poz and had a Truvada-resistant strain and since he'd fucked all of us (literally), they did tests and it looked like we were all poz. Actually, me and Tino came back "indeterminate" but in the doc's experience that usually comes back as poz in cases like this. My first reaction was FUCK!, I only just turned 18 and now I'm poz. Fuck, fuck fuck! I mean in the month I've been here I've take a lot of loads from my roommates, and they're all infected. There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna come out of this neg. It seems like stuff like this always happens to me. I won't go into all the details, but I had a lot of guys take advantage of me sexually starting when I was pretty young. I left home at 16 'cause I figured at I could make my own life. I knew I'd have to do sex work, but I wanted the sex to be on my terms and it wasn't like that at home. An outreach program for homeless kids found me on the streets and got me on PrEP a little over a year ago since pretty much none of the guys who were fucking me wanted to use condoms. I thought that would protect me. Then when I learned about Bareback Bunkhouse I figured finally I'd have a stable roof over my head and the sex really would be on my own terms. Nick doesn't allow guys to turn tricks in the house so he hooked me up with a barback job at a gay bar. The owner there wanted me to work in nothing more than a jockstrap and every now and then he fucks me, but hey, I don't actually mind sex with him and it gives me money to live at the house, so it's all good. But just when I thought things were looking up, now this… When Mike told everyone they were poz there was just silence. One guy said "…but we're on PrEP…". Mike just answered "guys, I take like 6,000 loads a year". Even if you just take half that – that's a lot of anonymous cum in your ass. PrEP isn't 100% effective – we pushed it and our luck ran out. Then there was more silence. We must have known our luck would run out eventually. I was a little pissed that it was only a month after moving in, but yeah, I couldn't see my luck holding for even a year and half like it had for Mike. I mean Mike was a whore, but I'm 18 and look 16 – everyone seems to want to cum in my ass. I probably take more loads than Mike. 6,000 loads? I'd never really done the math, but yeah, we're beyond even sluts and guys like us just wind up poz – PrEP or no PrEP. Finally Nick said, "So what do you guys want me to do? Should I shut down the house? What do you guys think is appropriate? I mean I'm a little numb about finding out I'm poz, so I really don't know what I should do." There was more silence and then I said, "This house is too important to me. For the first time in my life I have a home I actually like. I don't wanna give that up." I saw some of the other guys nodding their heads – I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Some of us really loved the house. A few guys were still clearly conflicted and mad at the world, mad at Mike, mad at Nick. There was more silence but I finally said "Look I'm not really sure I'm poz, but I do know I wanna stay here with all of you. I want a connection with you. I want your dicks in me. I want your loads. I know this is weird timing, but would you guys just all fuck me and dump a load in me? I feel numb right now and I just need to give up control. And honestly I'd rather know I'm poz than hold out hope for something that isn't gonna happen. So just fuck me and if I'm not poz I will be - at least I'll know for sure…" A few of the guys got huge grins on their faces and you could see their dicks jump to life. Luis looked right at me and said "Get over here and suck my poz cock, BUG CHASER". I did as I was told and as my mouth wrapped around his dick I felt someone rimming my ass. Then all the other guys got into it. One after the other they surrounded me and took turns fucking me and breeding me while the other guys egged them on to blow toxic loads in my 18 y.o. boy hole. Clearly being gift givers turned them on 'cause they all came really fast… Just a half hour later all 12 guys had dumped a toxic load in me. I looked around – they were all my poz daddies now and I finally felt like I had a home and some real connections to guys who felt like family to me. Yeah, it was a bit fucked up, but not any more than the rest of my life. When everyone was done, Nick brought up a potential problem… "What do we do about the Health Department? You guys know Mike – he's gotten his toxic load in all sorts of guys – both bottoms and tops, and they've gone out and fucked all sorts of other guys… The health department is gonna freak out and wanna try to shut us down." There was a brief pause and James, who works as a paralegal at a law firm, spoke up and said "Actually, I'm not sure they can. We can sue them if they reveal our HIV status, and since so many of us are poz, if they even identify the location of the house, that's revealing our HIV status. You know that sign on the door that says guys who enter have sex at their own risk, and that people they have sex with here may be HIV positive or have other STDs? Well, that's what's gonna save our ass. I say we just shut up and let that sign be fair warning to all the guys who come here to fuck around." There was some discussion but in the end we all agreed that seemed like the best way to move forward. Just tell no one. Admit nothing. But Nick reminded us – don't actually lie about our status. Just say nothing… Then Jamie brought up another thing – "So is everyone gonna go on meds?" Mike spoke up first "I don't know about you guys but it turns me on knowing I'm poz. I didn't intend to infect all of you, but it sorta makes me hard knowing I did. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna stop spreading my seed." Then Bryan said "Damn bro! I can't believe you just admitted to that, but yeah, it'd be totally hot to make this a house where guys come to get pozzed and swap toxic loads. Yeah, part of me would rather have stayed neg, but the other part of me would love to be a gift giving top." You could just see the thought going through everyone's mind. We were sorta changing the mission statement of the house from us getting as many loads as possible, to us pozzing as many guys as possible. I mean if Mike was Truvada-resistant we probably were to. Just think of all the neg holes we could knock up! I've always been a bottom, but just thinking about pozzing guys was turning me on. For the first time in my life I wanted to be vers At this point Mike stood up, with a big hard on and said "Let's get downstairs to the party! We've got asses to poz!" Down at the party the visiting guys quickly realized that my ass was completely cummy. I mean 12 loads is a lot of cum… The tops LOVED it. God knows how many more loads I got that night, but it was a lot… Little did they know their dicks were marinating in a highly toxic brew. I'm usually a bottom, but that night as the night when I started being vers. There was this "oral top" who loved playing with my dick. I've got a pretty big one and it looks even bigger 'cause I'm short and skinny. Anyway, the top clearly didn't want to get fucked, so I did what I've seen Mike do and I talked him into letting me just stick it in his hole as I came. He was so infatuated with me I think he might even let me fuck him next time. It was a total turn on pozzing him. I wonder if he's got a wife or boyfriend at home… I came three times that night and each time I got it in some neg guy's ass. Maybe being poz wasn't so bad after all… [To be continued…]

[If you read a different first part to the story, sorry about that, as I was writing it I wanted to change how things played out so I had the moderators change the first chapter. Now onto the 2nd chapter…] Hey… My name is Mike and I just heard some news and not quite sure what to think about it. I live in this fuck house where I fuck and get fucked A LOT, and the guy who owns/runs the house just told me I tested poz and it looks like I've infected everyone else in the house (including him). Those are just the ones he knows about for sure – there've been tons of other guys who've stopped by the house that I've fucked, and then there's all the guys my housemates and the other guys have fucked… It's a bit of a huge mess! Thing is, I'm sorta ambivalent. Part of me has always wanted to be poz, but deep down I'm pretty responsible so I went on PrEP to stay neg. But not only did I manage to get pozzed, but it seems I've pozzed all the guys I live with (there are 12 of us in the house – two had "indeterminate" results, but I probably pozzed them as well). I guess if it's gonna happen it's gonna happen to someone like me. I mean I've been living here for a year and a half and my goal is to get 10 loads a day, and give 2, and I almost never have a problem meeting my goal. Weekends I get more like 20 loads a day and give 3-4. That's like 120 loads a week in my ass. There are some weeks where I can't fuck 'cause I'm clearing up an STD, but still I've probably taken around 9,000 loads (!) since moving in here – and given close to 2,000. I guess that's bound to catch up to you, right? Still, I'm only 21 and I'm poz and toxic… But honestly, I'm also sorta turned on… There's this one top (Felix) who fucks me a couple times a week. I knew he was poz, but thought he was on meds, but then he confided in me that he wasn't taking meds and had a high viral load. That made me want his loads even more. He'd been fucking me for months at that point and I'd gone through at least one round of HIV testing and still tested neg, so I figured the PrEP was working, and saying 'no' to him felt like closing the barn door after the cows had left – if he was gonna infect me, it would have happened already, right? So every time he'd come over I'd use one of the little rooms where we're allowed to do private 1-on-1s and beg him to knock me up and poz me (I didn't want the other guys in the house to hear me begging to be pozzed). I mean he was pretty hot and I was totally into him, and part of me really wanted to be poz. I thought he'd make the perfect "poz papi". But he's been fucking me for almost a year now. Why am I just now testing poz? Nick, the guy who runs the house, and his doctor sat me down and told me that, on top of being poz, my strain is Truvada-resistant – which is how I managed to poz everyone else in the house. But if Felix had been meds-resistant wouldn't he have infected me sooner? So now we gotta go tell the guys that I pozzed them. I'm not sure if I'm gonna get beaten up or if it's gonna turn into some huge poz orgy… Wish me luck! [To be continued…]

Thanks guys for your comment, yes it was the honiest fucknight i ver had. A few weeks ago i went back, this time being pozz myself and loaded with toxic cum, it was still crowded and relaxed. That night i have put my dick in 25 different holes, all begging me to unload. since i took some chems, this was almost impossible to give, but after finding a nice butthole for a relay relaxed bottom guy who had been fulled with more then 10 loads in the darkroom/sling, i rimmed his ass empty and gave him my cum.(gr [profllebbutterffass a realy nice bttm)

II i stand there and process that I already have two random guys cum in my ass. The risk isn't that high, is it? Definitely no more unsafe sex. But I do want to blow another load or at least explore this place a bit more. I make my way through the glory hole room. I pass a few more guys at holes sucking off dicks. Theres a long hallway with doors on each side. Those must be the rooms. I walk down the hallway and hear guys grunts and fucking. My dick throbs, letting me know its not ready to leave yet. I feel more liquid leaking down my leg. I reach down to wipe my towel on it. As i pull my hand up i catch a little more light. My fingers are pink. Is my ass bleeding? I look at my towel. There are red marks. My ass is bleeding. It must be from the scratching or something? Luckily I don’t smell any shit.. just liquids. I approach a larger room with showers. One heavy set guy is showering. A bit passed the showers are jacuzzis. There are a few older guys sitting it it. Their eyes follow me as I walk passed. I see a few dark narrow hallways. I enter one. Its a video room with a big elevated bed area. A younger dude in his mid 20s is on it. He looks american but fully hairy and a little stocky, but still hot. He’s stroking his dick. His dick is shiny and huge. It looks like it’s about 9” or so. Very hot. He spots me and then turns back to the projected bareback porn. I exit that room and try to look down the other narrow hallway but it’s pitch black. I hear some sucking, moaning, and slapping. I can’t tell if its a room or a hallway now. I enter running my hand along one of the walls. I come across a shoulder and chest. the skin is smooth and a bit loose like an older guy. I whisper “sorry”. He whispers “anytime” and then he feels my waste, back, and slide his hand down to my ass. My dick twitches but I keep slowly making my way forward. My legs lightly bump a guy on his knees. I squeeze his shoulder in apology. He’s unfazed and sucking a dick. I decide to stop and lean up against the wall until my eyes adjust more to this new darker room. I hear what must be 3-4 pairs of guys sucking and or fucking. A hand from my right, no doubt the guy who's chest i touched, grabs my hand an brings it to his bare dick. It’s about 5” and average thickness but rock hard and uncut. He’s leaking precum. As I hold his dick he grabs my wrist and makes me jerk him. His other hand undoes my towel and it again falls to the ground. My hard dick is free again. He starts exploring my muscular body with his hands. he whispers “hot body, bud..” As he explores my body his fingers find my wet hole. He moans “mmm.” He starts to probe my hole with his finger while stroking my dick. I do the same thing to him. I feel his ass and hole. He’s definitely older. I can feel the looseness of his ass skin. His hole is loose and slimy. I then feel another set of hands grab my dick. Then a month cover it. Its the cocksucker. He must have spun around. I’m overwhelmed again. Another set of hands start touching me from the left. They grab my face and bring me in for a kiss. A mystery tongue is shoved in my mouth. This guy has bad breath and almost metallic tasting spit. I try to pull away but he forcefully holds my head while exploring my mouth with his nasty tongue. My heart pounds. The danger and riskiness of it all turns me on even more. i know I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I start to kiss him back. He’s breathing into my mouth while kissing. It’s like he’s trying to push his breath into my lunges. Its making my head light. I’m powerless against these guys. All I can do i hold onto the dick to my right and the bald head sucking my dick in front of me. A free my face to get a breath of air. I then feel a cool glass tube against my nostrils. I cant help but inhale. What the fuck is this? My head spins. It’s like paint thinner. I grab the wrist of the hand holding the bottle. But I'm weak. It presses against my nose harder. I cant help but breath more into my body. I start to black out. All i can feel is my heart pounding, my dick throbbing, and fingers sliding in and out of my ass hole. A few moments go by. I start coming back and grab for the cocksuckers head. His head is gone. I grab hips. He’s how fucking himself on my dick, raw. i’m balls deep raw in this old feeling body. one hand grabs the back of my head and the tube is pressed against my nose again. I breath a few more times and black out again only feeling my dick and ass. I’m shuffled a few steps forward away from the wall. I feel my balls begin to boil. im barely standing, and more holding onto the sloppy bottom to keep balance. My dick is so hard. The tube remains under my nose. I think I’m going to pass out but i don’t. Then I feel a wet slimy body behind me. I’m bent forward a little bit. Something larger than a finger is inserted. I finely hear “fucking take it.. oh hell yeah.. keep the poppers there.. this guy is fucking hot..” He trusts a few times and growls “ahh” I feel his 5” dick blasting inside my raw ass. He’s flooding me with what feels like gallons on old warm jizz. My dick erupts. My body spasms and the tube loses my face. I shoot volley after volley of cum into this raw old ass. The bottom doesn’t stop fucking against me. He keeps bottoming out against my body. The dick from behind me disappears and the guy from my left, the one with the tube groans. I feel a spurt of hot cum on my ass crack and then he quickly pulls my waste bask onto his dick. He’s much bigger that the previous old guy. He thrusts a few more times. I can feel he had a big load. I can feel his dick stretch my ass lips and my innards as he throbs. I start coming back from my high. I’m still impaled in the ass and the bottom is trying his hardest to make me cum again. My balls are still tight. I could come again if he continues. The guy behind me shuffles out from behind me. I fall back against the wall. It give me enough room to pull out of the bottom. I can’t believe this is happening. The bottom tries to find my dick with his hole again but I hold him away and whisper “no more”. I reach down on the ground for my towel but it’s gone. I am wet slimy everywhere. My dick is still so hard though. What is happening to me here? I start making my way to the exit of the room when I feel more fingers find my ass and. I hear a guy whisper “ah found it.. here this will help you..” I try to escape his hands but he shoves something in my ass. It hurts. He shoves it as far as his finger will go. It feels like a small piece of glass that’s on fire. I quickly grab his wrist and formally pull his hand away and say “what the fuck man..” and walk away. My asshole is on fire. My dick is still hard though. It sways with each step.

Part 4 I don't know how long I was in that position, with the fist toy on the machine punch fucking my hole...I just realised I was coming down a little as I was now beginning to sense my surroundings again. I saw the 2 guys and Master having drinks, and moaned as my hole took the fist. They looked over at me and Master said it looks like pig is needing a top up, but first he can have a little break. Master came over and stopped the machine, and assisted me to my feet and told me to go and have another shower and a washout, and take my time. Of course time meant nothing, but I did know we had been going for quite a few hours...who cares? I loved the shower, and washed out several more times... enjoying the feeling of the water swelling my hole up then squirting out. Once again I was squeaky clean, and ready for action. I went back in the room and Master told me to sit in an armchair and handed me a Gatorade. He told me to drink up and that there was a nice hit of G in there for me. After about 5 minutes I began to feel the G kicking in, and a couple of low moans alerted Master. He sprung into action and told me to get down on all fours on the fuck bench. Quickly my wrists and ankles were tied, and I was given another slam. This was a .3, which on top of the G and previous slams turned me into a mumbling slut wanting to be used more. The two guys and Master were behind me, and in my rush I felt a fist entering me, slow but steady. It pulled out a little, and a second fist slowly joined it. Master came in front of me and fixed a gas mask to my face with poppers in it. He said right pig, shallow breathing and you don't get any. When you breathe deep and hard it will open the valve and you will get a big hit... I couldnt really focus on what he said, but my subconscious took it in. The two fists were working my hole and I was moaning and the guys were encouraging me saying wow what a good pig, fuck yeah look at that cunthole open! Yeah, fuck! Master was now back behind me and he said firmly right pig take a good deep hard hit of the poppers...I grunted and breathed in deep and hard, the all too familiar scent filling my nostrils and my lungs, and out it went and Master said take 3 more pig. I happily complied, even though my head was now totally spun. As the rush from the second snort hit, I felt more pressure against my hole and I hurriedly took the 3rd and subsequent hits deep and fast...I was now completely flying and was aware of intense unparalleled pleasure from deep within my guts and heard voices, and couldn't really make out what they were saying. I caught a few words, like FUCK PIG, 3 FISTS! and LOOK, HOLY FUCK look at that fucking beautiful hole! .....I blissed out, falling in and out of being there, aware at times my hole was getting the biggest workout it had ever had....I had actually reached that point with the two fists earlier, but the punch fisting toy and the extra drugs took over. I don't remember it finishing, but woke sometime later and was lying on a bed, all clean with a blanket on me. I had been awoken by a noise and it was my Master. It was daylight and he had a hot sweet coffee for me and some yogurt....great for the digestive system after the party. He told me I had slept for 2 days, and the partying and flight from Australia had caught up with me. He grinned and said he got it all on video and he had already made thousands out of it. He said I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself, that was more than evident. Welcome to your new home. As you will be starting to feel pretty low, there are some more favours for you once you've had a feed and your coffee. By the way, have you ever been tag team gangbanged? The end

If your going to play the game be prepared to pay the price. The price for him was he was turned into a black man's bitch for group use, not so bad, just depends on how you feel about becoming a whore for BBC, for me no problem, bring on the cock..........lol

BBC

He led me up to the first floor, but turned the opposite way to normal, down a narrow corridor. At the end was a door with a biohazard sign on it and 'staff only' written underneath. I looked at him quizzically and he laughed. "It's to keep out the ignorant, and attract the initiated." He pushed open the door. Inside was a small room with benches around the walls, lit by a dim, red light. After my eyes adjusted, I noticed maybe half a dozen guys lounging on the benches, and in the middle another bench with a padded top and a lower step, also padded. "Who's your friend?" asked a thin guy with pronounced veins on his forearms and legs, and a pronounced belly beneath his skinny rib cage. By way of an answer, my friend turned me round, bent me over and spread my cheeks so they could see the cum dripping from my hole. "Weeell!" cackled a short, tubby guy with strange blotches on his chest. "Does the bitch want knocking up?" "Fuck yeah," replied the mustachioed man, who added "Popped in a load myself already!" The group stood up and came over to me, grabbing my cock and feeling my arse. I knew I was surrounded by poz guys and my heart started to pound. They felt me tense up, and someone jammed a bottle into my nostrils, forcing me to inhale the poppers. They were strong, and I felt giddy with lust. "There you go," murmured the thin man, as his tongue invaded my mouth. I could taste his tainted saliva and feeling his surprisingly large cock rigid against my belly. "Like a fly in a web," someone whispered as I was led to the bench in the middle of the room. I knelt on the lower step, and sweaty hands pushed me face down onto the upper part. Straps went round my wrists and ankles and I was held fast, my arse open and available to anyone. The thin man came in front of me and offered me his cock which drooled with precum. "Lick it," he ordered. I felt a moment's fear, and then tentatively licked the drool of toxic precum off the thick, glistening tip. "Good boy!" he said. "Who's first?" The chubby guy answered "Me!" as he walked behind me. The thin guy bent over and whispered "You're gonna like this one: this fukka has full blown AIDS." I felt a thick, heavy cock sliding into me until his belly was squashed against my arse. He fucked me with quick and hard strokes until I felt his cock swell in my ass and he gasped "I'm ccc...umming!" The thin man grabbed my face, kissing me hard as the cock in me spurted toxic sperm and I moaned with surrender. The chubby guy got off me and I was panting for breath, my hole dripping and wet. I looked up and saw savage, eager faces and rigid cocks and knew I was lost. Another cock slid into me, and I lowered my head, giving myself up to the gift....

He took me upstairs to the sling which was behind some bars but in full view of the corridor. I was still excited, yet scared at what he had told me, but I allowed myself to be pushed backward into the sling where he raised my legs, fastening my feet into the stirrups. So there I lay, legs spread, and arsehole open to the world as he smiled evilly and dropped his towel, revealing a fat, glistening cock. "Oh yeah, he commented, "look at that pussy just begging to be knocked up." I squirmed in the leather harness, aware that, despite what had happened so far, I could still be okay, I could still be lucky, but I had to stop now. As if aware of my thoughts, he dripped some poppers onto his towel and, before I could protest, shoved if over my nose. I felt the rush, my heart pounded, and then his cock was sliding into me. It was all I could do to spread my legs further and let him in. "There you go. You know you want it." He began to slide in and out of me, giving me the poppers from time to time, enough at any rate to keep me oh so willing. I became aware of other men around us, some peering through the bars, others standing next to me. Towels were dropped and I was surrounded by mainly fat old, naked trolls. Varous fingers probed my arsehole, feeling the naked cock in me and I heard grunts of satisfaction as someone remarked "He's taking it bare!" Someone else, on seeing the biohazard tattoo of the man fucking me encouraged us saying "Oh, yeah, knock-up the little bitch!" The poz guy in my hole then looked down at me and proudly announced "Here it comes!" I could distinctly feel his cock throbbing and spurting inside me. After his last dribble of cum found its way into my ass, he withdrew, ruffled my hair, and murmured "Good boy. You're not leaving here until you're pregnant." No sooner had he stepped back when a short, flabby guy dripping with sweat eagerly got into the saddle, sweat dripping from his face as he slid his cock into my dripping hole. I looked round at the crowd of evil faces and the numerous cocks being eagerly wanked into full erection. I knew I was lost. The second man finished in me and stood back and asked "Who's next?" '

I had a homeless guy fuck me in a park. He was 50s, long beard, he was a tad dirty and smelly.But I have a thing for guys like him. He had no interest in using a rubber, nor did I ask.It felt great when I could feel his dirty cock unload in me in the dark.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

Jon‘s words hadn’t quite sank in yet and we went back out to the living room to find his fellow missionary beating off to porn. We looked at him and in unison Mouthed “busted” like he had no idea what we had been doing in the other room. He was an athletic sort and had a nice big dick which he was stroking. He tried to cover it up like he was really busted and faced being sent home in shame. We both laughed at him and began caressing his chest and Jon reached down to play with his still hard cock beneath the pillow he had pulled over himself. Brad was his name and he had come from the northern Midwest. I pulled my almost hard cock from my shorts and placed it near his mouth it was drooling precum and he licked the head then swallowed my growing member, Jon had sunk down to the floor and was sucking on brads hard cock. I once again dropped my pants to the floor as brad gave me an expert blowlob. I could feel my trigger tightening and didn’t want this to end so suddenly so I pushed Jon aside and straddled Brads lap, then impaled my ass on his cock. It wouldn’t take muck for Brad to blow as I could see the look on his face when He realized I already had a load in my guts and was using Jon’s cum as lube. Jon came up behind us and shoved his cock in as well and they both pumped in and out of my hole for about 5 minutes before brad blew his wad deep in my guts, Jon just kept on pumping and ripping my hole which kept brad hard. Soon they were both going to town on my hole and about 20 minutes later brad blew his second load deep in my ass and Jon followed suit as I shot up Brads chest and hit him in the chin with my cum. I led them into the shower to wash off the sex, couldn’t have them going back to the apartment smelling of sex or they would be sent home and excommunicated. Having left their clothes in the living room, they strode down the hall too my bedroom and into the bathroom. Jon was pleased that I had a walk-in shower large enough for the three of us and turned on the water I joined them after getting out towels for them. Jon was already soaping Brads back and rubbing his again Hardening cock in his crack. I began soaping Brad’s front washing his cock and balls with care as Brad began pissing on me, I dropped down and began taking his LDS pee in my mouth and he said he was baptizing me for the reform church and we laughed. Then Jon move over and began pissing in my mouth as well. Okay it was my fantasy to be baptized by these boys and it as now a reality. We all finished washing up and I told them I would drive them back to their apartment. It was getting late and didn’t want to arouse suspicions. The next day I got a call from Jon, Thanking me for a wonderful dinner and reunion conversation. He said his missionary duties would keep him busy for the next week or two but he would try to make time for his brother. To be continued

It's not just the feel of skin on skin. It's not just the fact that cum is the best lube. It's not just the fact that it feels better without a condom. It's the WAY boys fuck bare. It's more intense. Guys are hotter, sluttier, more uninhibited. Bareback bottoms understand they are a hole to take loads and pleasure a top. Bottoms who want a condom used are more likely to be pushy and operate under the misguided notion that the fuck is somehow about their pleasure.