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What have I done? Last Sunday I awoke with a huge hard on and felt very horny so logged on to Grindr & BBRTS but no one was around that early therefore decided to take my frustrations out on a bike ride seeing as it was such a glorious day. I had a quick wash and clean out, just in case, I looked into my wardrobe, revealing many different coloured Lycra cycling outfits - black, red and many other coloured shorts. I chose none of these and decided on my white bib shorts. I squeezed my slim 21 year old body into them, making sure they were as tight as possible and ran my hands over the silky curves of my pert ass before adjusting my cock and balls that jut out leaving no one in any doubt of my size and girth. I went outside, got on my bike and off I went. Less than half an hour into my ride is a fabulous undulating road with sweeping corners and one fast downhill section all within a cool forest. It felt great to be alive! I flew on the downhill section hitting 43 m.p.h. then just as I swooped past a big beefy fellow cyclist came a sharp right-hand corner. Suddenly the front wheel washed out under me on a swathe of gravel and I promptly hit the deck, hard, sliding some short ways further down the road until coming to a crumpled halt spread-eagled on the asphalt. Luckily the guy I just passed stopped to help me up. “Hey young fellah, you hurt?” adding, “It’s not often a young man falls at my feet, must be my lucky day!” “Just winded, I think” as he clears my bike to the side of the road just as a car comes along, as I’m still dazed I’m swept up into his big powerful black arms and carried me out of the way to the roadside layby then gently laid me on my side in the recovery position. “Stay there and catch your breath young’un” he says “Oh you have ripped a big hole in your shorts, bit of gravel rash too. I’ll get some wet wipes and clean you up.” As he goes off to his bike saying, “It may hurt but there’s no blood…yet.” On his return, he kneels in front of me his crotch right in front of my face as he’s gently cleaning my tender now throbbing ass. He’s so close I can smell his musk and the sheer size of his dick, which I swear is growing, as he cleans up my scraped butt cheek. I must admit the ministrations to my ass were hot-wired to my now rock-hard cock. “Is it that bad?” I ask thinking he is spending a lot of time cleaning me up back there. “Oh sorry young’un I got carried away…gotta open the wounds to get the grit out” He stands up and offers to help me to my feet. “Ummm looks like you’re already UP!” I know I am blushing and as a result sheepishly admit, “It felt great even if I do hurt a bit…in fact I feel sick!” I stumble to me feet, lean against the nearest tree and retch, my stomach flips a couple of times but nothing comes up. “Gosh! I now need to pee” as a sudden urge hits me and just in time I pull the front of my ripped shorts down as a bladderful of golden piss strongly arcs from my dick. As I stand and shake the last drips off I look down to notice broken packets of lube, used condoms and soggy tissues by the foot of the tree and am instantly hard as an image of orgies flash through my mind. I stand there that bit too long slowly jacking until brought back to reality with, “Ummm, shock I guess” the black guy with the deep booming voice informs me, his breath hot on my neck as his arms wrap around me again, “here let me help you out.” I instantly melted into his muscular body and felt his hard BBC press into my ass crack and it felt huge. His hands brushed both my nipples and worked his way down to my cock. He ripped away at what was left of my torn lycra shorts and cupped my exposed ass. His one finger brushed my hole. I moaned. While he was doing that I rub my hands over the thin material between my hand and his cock and marvel at the amount of precum that is already seeping through the lycra as I rub his dick to full near lycra bursting hardness. In no time I pull down his shorts to free his gorgeous thick curved cock. We kiss, hard, tongues battling with one another saliva all over my face. He broke off the kiss "Are you OK?" "Yes...... I need this" I pulled off my top as I bend down to lick the end of his cock, swirl my tongue around his fat mushroom head and tease his piss slit. His reaction was to moan out loud. When I stood up he was almost naked. We grind our bodies together all the while kissing hands exploring one another’s bodies. "I love the taste of my first black cock," I tell him Our cocks sliding against each other. He easily turns me round and bumps his cock towards my hole. Rubbing it on my hole makes me moan as I move up and down on his hardness as I was so horny for him to fuck me. He pushed me up against the tree and continued kissing. He worked his way down my neck to my chest and sucked on each nipple turning me on even more than I thought possible. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He bobbed down and ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven, moaning and pushing my ass back against his tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes opening me up and getting most of his tongue right up my chute and when he turned me round and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was sooooo hot. He slammed me against the tree and slid one, then two, three and finally four fingers in and out of my ass. Wow, my legs shook but boy it felt great I open my legs wider to give him the best access as we continue like this for what felt like forever and I was sooooo into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing copious amounts of precum in my skinned ass making it sting, wet and sticky. His cock felt so good on my ass that I spread my legs more and just then his cock head slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, or so I thought, but there was his cock in my ass, bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, fuck it hurt like hell but though wincing I told him, "Don't stop. Fuck me. C’mon fuck me" He pushed in hard as my sphincter gave way to the pressure, pinged then stretched further as he plunged the whole length in to his scratchy pubic hairs and with no time to adjust rapidly began pumping away. His sawing in and out threw me about like a rag doll but I hung on to the tree for support every time he bottomed out in my guts. "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" he says then started to gently rock his bare cock slowly in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me. Fuck me" over and over again. It wasn't much longer before I felt him getting close to cumming, his dick swelled and felt extra hard. He started tensing up and said, "I'm going to cum, cum in your ass, bitch." I’m telling him, "Do it. Cum in me." and pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting right NOW." I too was also shooting, but unlike his load, my cum blew all over the forest floor. It must have been biggest load I've ever shot and even after my climax had ended his cock was still throbbing and pulsing spilling cum deep in my bowels. No time for a post fuck kiss as I get one huge shock! There’s clapping behind us, “Nice show Kyle. Heard you tested Poz the other day, he your first victim since?” Kyle’s cock was still rock hard in my ass and I felt it twitch again in response. WHAT DID HE JUST SAY? I completely froze. “So, your husband told us you finally have HIV now, congrats you’ve joined us in the brotherhood man! Good to see you’re spreading your diseased seed.” My mind was racing. ‘Shit what had I done. Is it too late? Maybe I’ll be lucky and it won’t take. They’re joking, right?’ I had just been in fantasyland, fucked by an unbelievable man with a fantastic big black cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he’s POZ? My head was about to explode and my mind was spinning fast. What should I do? Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Kyle’s cock was still hard as a rock, his erection planted deep in my guts plugging his toxic seed making sure none could escape. I tried to move forward slowly to remove his cock from my ass but I was too up against the tree and now two other black guys were surrounding me. Oh God! What to do? The answer was made for me as a minute later their zippers were down, my head yanked down and on to another enormous cock, “Suck this, get it slippery and wet coz that’s the only lube you’re getting bro’” I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting skull fucked which in turn pushed Kyle’s cock farther inside. Now I didn’t care about the hot load inside me. I was hungry for more cock, needed more black cock. I had to keep from screaming when Kyle pulled his monster out of my ass, partly because it hurt and partly because it left me feeling so…empty. I pulled off the dick in my mouth, turned around looked Kyle straight in the eye and begged him to fuck me again. He didn’t need asking twice but I found it to be a big turn on for me and in no time at all he had that monster back inside me and was fucking me as hard and fast as he could with his full length. And I thought the previous fucking was good, man could this guy move. Getting seriously plowed by a POZ stud with a huge cock, one load in me and another on the way was the biggest aphrodisiac coz my dick was bouncing rigid spraying strands of clear precum everywhere as my head was pulled down to suck dick again. “You like this big dick fucking you?” “Mmmmm. Yes. Sir, I sure. Do.” Is all I can say with a mouthful of cock down my throat? “You heard I’m POZ?” I immediately moan, “Yes,” in response. He pushed hard into me driving his cock as deep as he could and , grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far as he could. “You want another POZ load in that hole don’tcha?” “Yes.” “Yeah I know you do. I’m working on it young’un. I’m gonna fuck so much cum into you. Do your friends know you’re a cum slut? That’s what you are now, a dirty POZ cum slut?” He all but shouts into my ear whist all the time is driving that HIV laden cock in and out of my ass, his diseased cum filled balls slapping my ass. “You want this load? You want me to breed you? You want me to infect that ass, don’t you?” There is only one answer I can give “Yes. Yes. YES! God yes!” I wanted him to blow another load into me and keep on fucking his POZ loads until I was infected and he would just keep fucking me. “You asked for it baby boy, here it comes.” His body slammed into me again and again as he climaxed dumping shot after shot of poisoned cum into my hole. I was shaking from the thrill as I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his cock throbbing with each heartbeat. After a moment, he pulled out with an audible plop and a flood of cum ran down my wobbly legs, he smeared his cummy dick across my scratched butt cheek then moved in front of me and ordered me to clean his dick off which I happily did. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked him clean of cum and ass juices. God did that cock taste like heaven. “Good boy young’un” was all he said satisfied that it was clean he put it away in those tight lycra shorts. "He’s all yours Jay. Won’t need any lube now, plenty of slick lubricant in that wrecked hole. Cum, the best lube ever!” I soon felt Jay’s index finger go inside me, followed by another, and yet another as he tried to stretch my hole enough to accommodate his impressive, shorter but much thicker member. "Oh man, oh baby boy, your hole is still so tight and hungry, I love how you grip my fingers despite Kyle’s hole wrecker twice fucking you good. I'm gonna love adding to your hole making you our own personal cumdump." Jay barked into my ear as he roughly fingered my hole. "I think you're ready baby boy, take a deep breath, relax and enjoy, you are so gonna be in for a bumpy ride." Jay’s fingers were ripped out of my ass, he stood as he mate thrust a bottle of poppers under my right nostril and said "Take a couple of deep breaths boy, trust me, you're gonna need all the help you can get". I breathed in the heady smell and as this warm relaxing feeling rushing over me and my hole relaxed, Jay's big cock head popped inside me and I felt my hole stretch wider than it had ever stretched before. "Ohh fuuuuck!" I groaned as he continued to slide his cock inside me and I felt my insides shift to accommodate this monstrously thick cock totally filling my no longer tight, ass. He finally was planted balls deep inside me. "Hey baby boy, I wish you could see how your hole twitches around my cock! Renton look at this, it’s sucking me in, the hungry bitch wants more" He exclaimed excitedly. He started slowly pulling his cock out of me and I could feel the rim of his cockhead pulling on my ass lips as he withdrew until only the head was in me. He pushed balls deep again and started a slow in and out sawing motion that had me trembling with pleasure, excitement, and what I can only describe as ecstasy once more. Not wanting to be left out, Renton stuffed his thick uncut cock into my mouth and I was soon gagging on his equally huge hard cock now stopping the oxygen supply that sent shivers throughout my body and I felt light headed and limp. I came to as Jay roughly slammed his cock balls deep inside me, just as Renton pulled out, his breathing quickened and his pistoning actions became erratic as he started grunting and groaning. "Fuck! I'm not gonna last any longer! I'm gonna fill you up baby! You ready?!" Jay slams his cock balls deep and holds it there deep inside me shooting bathing the walls of my ass with his red hot POZ juices. Jay collapsed on my back panting hard he eventually caught his breath and slowly pulled his huge cock out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that needed to be filled again. "Fuck Yeah! I want that ass right now!" Renton exclaims. Renton's cock was thinner but slightly longer with a wicked curve than Jay's and instantly I felt his cock easily slide balls deep into me. That curve made a noticeable difference from the first in stroke, pressing on my prostate, making my cock just and shoot yet more precum. “Fuck Babyboy clamp those ass muscles around my big black dick!” I try my best “I love the look of your lily-white ass against my black log as it swallows it whole.” Renton says as he completely pulled his cock out and rammed back in, “Pushing all that POZ cum deeper up your ripped-up guts, making sure we knock you up good.” By this point, my young cock had been painfully hard from all the prostate stimulation making me tingle all over and my toes curl with pressure building in my balls, cum boiling ready to shoot at any moment. Renton bucks his hips hard against butt making me scream "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" "Shoot, get rid of that useless neg load" he bellows while continuing to slam back into me and his thrusts become even more frantic and that was all it took. Cum flew from my dick, my hole spasmed erratically and gripped his cock tighter clearly pushing him over the edge and he slammed balls deep, “Pozzing your ass, your ass is mine too now Babyboy!” As I distinctly felt every blast of poison shoot from his dick. The three hugged me and Kyle growled in my ear, "Your ass is ours! From now on you're gonna want my dick, and my friends' dicks and you'll always carry us with you, coz you only get pozzed once!” Jay adds, “We’re here at this layby most nights, dusk time so when you need another fucking you know when and where to come…and when you get sick find us coz we’ll all need a potent recharge from your fresh HIV Positive white dick. Gotta keep them strains toxic!” When I got home I lay on my bed thinking about what had just happened. My cock was rock hard again, painfully hard and I don’t know what’s a matter with me? I jacked another load out, perhaps my last neg cum as I fingered my puffy hole and shot all over my now not so white bib shorts. I certainly got a fitting souvenir of a remarkable ride, one I’ll never forget.

Saturday of Labor Day weekend I went to Steamworks in Chicago, arriving around 9:00 PM. There was already had a decent crowd. I got to my room, undressed, lubed my hole and opened the door for tops to use me as they wished. After about five minutes of laying on the bed, my lubed and ready ass in the air, the first top entered my room, closed the door, (which is how I knew I was about to get my first load, as most guys will generally rub my ass and/or legs before closing the door). I took a hit of poppers when the top started fingering my hole, obviously preparing it to take his thick cock. He then climbed on top of me and thrust his entire cock in my willing hole. I had to take a few more hits of poppers to get over the shock of being opened so quickly. Two minutes or so later he grunted and bred my hole. A little bit later a couple of Hispanic guys started to play with my hole and rimming me, the door to my room being open the entire time. Honestly, I really find it hot when a top fucks me with the door open, but I digress. Eventually the Hispanic guys closed the door and proceeded to fuck me. The first guy cock was on the thin side, but made up for it in over all length. He fucked for a little bit and then withdrew, allowing the other guy take a turn on my ass. He fucked me for several minutes until I felt his cock throb and he thrust one more time to plant his seed deep in my guts. Afterwards the first top resumed fucking me asking "How you like it? You like being a slut?" Then I heard a third voice ask "How does his hole feel?" Glancing about my room, I realized there were three, not two Hispanic guys in my room. I honestly hadn't noticed when he entered the room, but in any event he was welcome. The other two guys answered the question raised by the third guy saying I was a good bottom and a great fuck. The skinny dick guy continued fucking me, eventually shooting his load into my ass. The third guy took his place and fucked me for no more than 30 seconds before, I kid you not, he asked "How many loads do you have in your hole?" "Three," I replied. "Well, slut, you're about to get your fourth!" With that he bred me. After the three guys left I decided to take a break and cruise the different floors and go to the hot tub to let the loads absorb a little in me, and after I was somewhat refreshed, decided it was time to use the fuck bench on the third floor. No sooner had I lay on the bench when I felt a tongue on my hole. As the guy rimmed me, I fed him some of the four loads I had received. I was not surprised when the guy slid in and added his load to my guts. After the fifth guy blew, he withdrew and an unseen six guy immediately entered my hole, wanting to add his load to the mix. Each time the guy withdrew from my ass I could feel the previous loads dripping out of my now sloppy hole. After about four minutes of wrecking my hole with his cock, the sixth guy gave me his cum. In all, I got six loads that night, and after driving home, slept with all of them in my ass.

I want to start this part out with a huge apology to everyone for the delay in getting out Part 5. This, as well as several more chapters, have been sitting on my desktop in various levels of completion, and as much as I have wanted to, I just simply couldn’t devote the time they deserved until this week. Lately, I’ve been dealing with major things at work: we’re down several staff members, new software at work, working 60-80 hour weeks, and there has been major flooding near my work. I've also had some issues at home, also linked to the major flooding in Kansas City in the past few weeks, as well as a few recent health issues, family emergencies, and to top everything off, I was in a pretty bad accident 2 weeks ago. I and another person got t-boned by a meth head (he was found to have meth and narcotics in his system) on the highway and now have to deal with that. Because this person realized I work in medicine (and drive a nice car), and the other woman he hit is a somewhat prominent business owner, he’s decided to make matters even worse and try to sue both of us, claiming we were to blame for his accident. Now, we’ve both been in communication with our lawyers, who have also been in direct contact with each other and the police, and I’ve been assured the case will be thrown out. But this too has taken a lot of my attention away that, if I had my way, would be directed to this story. I’ve had to also buy a new car this last week which finalized with insurance last week, and now I have finally had a chance to sit down for more than a few minutes. So now I finally find myself with time to write tonight and several other nights this week. The next few chapters are already planned out and being written. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 5: Ups and Downs My ass felt empty as I felt the cock deep in my hole pull out, leaving a gaping hole as the previous guy humping my ass dumped his load and stepped away from the glory hole. I could feel the numerous loads, well mixed in my ass by constant assault on the formerly tight tunnel, slowly drip out of me, sliding down out of my crack, along my taint, and then drip off my balls. I looked down at the growing puddle on the floor below. I let out a moan, escaping from my mouth uncontrollably at the loss of the pleasant stretch the massive cock gave my ass, my voice getting louder as another faceless stranger stepped up and mercilessly slide in, shoving the previous load deeper inside of me. Looking up, I opened my mouth to let yet another guy shove his cock into my mouth. I slurped on it, relishing as the precum dripping from the uncut meat coated my tongue and throat. The salty, musky taste was like ambrosia to my taste buds. Happily, I sucked harder, trying to suck the cum out of the guy’s balls, enjoying how on each stroke he got deeper. I swallowed, making him grunt in appreciation and fist my hair in his hands, pulling my face down to forcibly fuck my mouth and throat, gagging me ever so slightly. The cock in my ass stabbed my ass hard, slamming against my prostate. Chills of ecstasy shivered through my body, sending surges of pleasure down my confined cock and balls. I could feel yet another load of cum boiling in my balls, begging for release. Precum flowed like a leaky faucet from my dick, forgotten in my quest to please every cock offered to me, my dick slowly dripping and adding to the puddle below. I was in pig heaven, feeling as someone grabbed my balls and cock and jerked on them. I moan around the cock deep in my gullet as the new stranger tugged on my balls and began to suck my cock. I felt my orgasm slowly building to the edge of climax when suddenly I heard a loud ringing to my right. Opening my eyes, I blearily looked at my phone, buzzing and lighting up as it continued to ring, waking me up from the wonderful dream I was having. “God-fucking-damn it…” I muttered, my cock aching from being on the verge of release from my wet dream, and now angry at the interruption of my dream. Reaching over, I pulled the phone off its charger before answering it with a tired hello. “Hello, Dr. Harding? This is Amal,” the voice on the other end replied. Tired, my mind tried to put a face to the name until I finally remembered the Indian guy from the evening before, “I’m calling on the behalf of maintenance. They wanted to know if it would be possible to install your washer and dryer sometime today?” Letting out a silent yawn, forcing myself to sit up. Rubbing my face I looked at the clock, proudly displaying 11:15 am. “Sir?” Amal asked after I didn’t reply for a few moments. “Sorry, I just woke up,” I explained, slowly standing up and walking towards the bathroom. I shivered slightly at the cold air of the apartment on my naked body and winced a little as I took my first few steps, feeling my hole ache from the previous night’s events. “Um… I guess I can do that. What time are they wanting to install it?” I asked, worried I would have to rush to get ready and dressed. “I’d have to check, but with the change in weather, they’ve been busy with switching over to heating. But we plan on it being between 4 and 6 this evening. Would that work for you?” Reaching the bathroom, I flipped on the lights and turned on the faucet. “Uh, sure. That’s fine. I’ll probably just be running errands. Thanks for the heads up,” I replied, hanging up the phone and setting next to the sink. I stared at my face in the mirror for a few moments. A little tired looking, some bed head, but otherwise the same old reflection stared back at me. Nothing to let on the twisted sex I had happened the night before. Letting out a tired sigh, I cupped my hands under the faucet and rinsed my face off. Shutting off the water, I dried my face, and went to my duffle bag and unloaded all my bathroom supplies. Looking through the bag, I noticed I was down to my last clean pair of clothes, suddenly glad that I would be getting a chance to go get more clothing from my old apartment and clean my dirty clothing. Grabbing everything for a shower, I walked back into the bathroom, letting out a slight smile as I felt a bit of cum work its way out of my abused hole. I must still have a ton of cum trapped in my ass from the night before, I thought to myself, and getting a nasty thought from my wet dream, I pushed out slightly and felt more leak out and slowly leave a slimy trail down my leg. I reached into the shower and turned on the water, fiddling with the knobs and stepped away, waiting for the water to warm up before turning around and looking at my ass in the mirror. Bending over slightly, I pulled my asscheeks apart and stared at the scene. My asshole looked puffy and red, worn out somewhat from the repeated abuse the night before and a trail of cum slowly oozing out. “Fuck…” I breathed out, watching as I pushed more cum out of my hole and watched as it dribbled out. Reaching back, I ran my finger across my hole, loving the feeling of the tender, puffy lips and pushing some of the cum back inside. My cock ached in response as I shoved a second finger in. I pulled both fingers out, and without a moment's hesitation, shoved them into my mouth, copying what I had done the night before. I enjoyed the taste, having had the two loads marinate inside me overnight. I forced myself to stop, remembering the errands I had to run, and turned my attention back to the shower. Happy it was finally getting it to the temperature I wanted, I stepped in and let the water beat down on my head. Placing one hand on the tiled wall in front of me, I let my mind drift to the event of the previous evening. My cock quickly hardened as I slowly fingered my ass more, coaxing the two loads dumped inside out, looking down and watching as they dripped onto the tile below, sitting there before quickly mixing with the warm water and disappearing down the drain. Both men must have cum a ton as it felt like my ass was leaking a ton before finally stopping. My ass-lips felt slightly puffy, and deep inside my hole ached in the best possible way. I definitely had to admit I loved getting my ass used, something that with Matthew was to be tolerated out of an act of love but had never been enjoyed with reckless abandon like now. Everything I had read was apparently true. Bareback really was that much better. The feeling of skin on skin as an uncovered cock was shoved into a hole, forcing it open, and stretching it out with every stroke before finally spewing a hot load of thick cum it up was something I knew I was going to have to continue to have. Grabbing my soap, I began to lather up, washing my torso slowly before moving to my ass, cleaning it thoroughly before moving on to my cock. Satisfied I was clean, I slowly washed the soap off. Steam filled the small space, and took a deep breath in, enjoying how the moisture felt on my dried out sinuses from the late fall air. I let out a cough, feeling even more of my previous night’s events. My lungs burned slightly, not used to my newly picked up kink. Instantly, I started thinking about puffing away on the thick dark cigar. Sucking hard on that burning stick, feeling the hot thick smoke flow down my throat and fill my former pink healthy lungs, likely turning them as black as the color of the cigar I had shoved in my mouth and hauled on. Feeling the heady rush as the nicotine oozed out of the tar left behind, flooding my veins, slowly addicting me. Then, watching with pure satisfaction as the thinner, warm smoke drifted back out of me, filling that small space the night before out of my mouth and nose, it’s absence making me want to inhale deeply again and again until I felt my balls unload. With a chuckle, I realized I suddenly wished I had a cigar at that moment firmly placed in my jaw. With a sigh, I forced myself to shut the water off and step out, shivering as the cold air hit me like a wave, causing my massive hard-on to quickly die. Drying off, I got dressed, and after a quick once over, I collected my wallet and keys and made my way out of the building. Stepping outside, I zipped my coat up and shoved my hands into my pockets, unpleasantly surprised at the increasing chill outside. Walking down the street, I stepped into one of the coffee shops, and after a few minutes, exited with a steaming cup. I took in more of the local shops before my eyes stopped at the shop next to me. ‘Whitehorn’s Sportsman Gallery’ the sign read, and in the window were rows upon rows of different cigars, pipes, and various knickknacks meant for decorating a man cave. I stood there, staring at the different cigars and pipes, debating with myself. My heart started to race, and my cock stirred in my jeans. Thoughts of both the night before as well as my night with Jackson flashed in my mind. The burn in my lungs returned, my mind almost begging for the feeling. I enjoyed smoking the cigars. Hell, looking more and more at the large and various sizes of pipes, I could even see myself smoking one. But after a second, adding the exception of only if I had someone to show me how. Everything in my medical training though told me that I shouldn’t go down this route. It was a bad habit, one that’s hard to quit. Smelly. It was dangerous and taboo. I could get cancer. Smoker’s lived shorter lives. Had various other health problems. But the similar things could be said about barebacking. And I had already let three different guys cum up my ass. It was dangerous too. And taboo. And I already knew I would likely not stop barebacking. Finally, I decided to walk in, telling myself I would just look. Immediately, I was greeted at with the sweet smell of the aged tobacco of the cigars and pipes. In that instant, I knew I would like not be leaving here without making a purchase. A younger guy, puffing away on a pipe smiled at me as the door shut behind me, suddenly shutting the outside traffic noise as classical music drifted down from the speakers above. “Hi, I'm Eric. Welcome to Whitehorn’s. Can I help you find anything in particular?” the guy behind the counter replied, a smile on his face as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. I looked at him and took him in. He was in his early 20s, with a somewhat chiseled face, nice body, slicked back black hair, and muted hazel eyes. He was kinda hot, if not for the slightly dorky bow tie, button up shirt and slacks with suspenders I imagined were part of the uniform for the store, due to the old fashioned nature. Looking around, gave a quick smile and debated internally for a second. Should I lie, and say I was looking for a gift for someone on cigars, or tell the truth and say I was looking to get into cigars myself? Quickly, I decided to split it down the middle. I could get into cigars and also repay Jake for the cigar from the night before. “Well, I’m here for a few things… A gift for a friend and also looking for something myself,” I explained, going into detail what I was looking for; A gift of some nice dark, larger cigars, which I hoped would be close to the one I shared with Jake. I quickly learned that type of cigar to be ‘maduro’ as well as getting into cigars myself as I broke into a long conversation with Eric. After a while, he stepped out from behind the counter. With a smile, Eric led the way, leading me to a massive room behind several glass filled doors, and I was greeted with floor to ceiling displays of cigars and loose tobacco. As he showed me the different things I would need to get into cigars, I slyly checked him out, noting the shape of his ass, the slight bulge in the front of his pants, as he occasionally took a puff of the curvy pipe in his mouth. I was glad to be wearing a coat, as my cock kept getting harder and harder, and had to be obvious through my jeans. The outfit he was wear started to grow on me, as it left very little to the imagination, while still giving him a classy look. After about an hour, I was checking out, having picked up several large ring darker cigars, a brand called Asylum according Eric, as well as a small selection of several other different brands, shapes, and sizes of different cigars, a lighter, a cutter, and even a small humidor to store them in. Along the way, Eric had removed the pipe and demonstrated the way to cut and light the cigars, having me try as well. He seemed impressed I had picked it up so quickly and said I looked great with it. The compliment struck me as odd, but I struck it from my mind as likely just being polite and helping get a sale. Watching as he hit total, I let out a slight hiss as I saw the total price. Almost $600. I never realized how expensive it was to smoke. Seeing my reaction, Eric gave me a small frown. “Since you're a new customer, I’ll give you a good discount. The owner likes to have repeat business and usually doesn't mind if I do it. Just tell me you’ll be back in?” he asked, easing my mind slightly as I saw the price drop quite a bit. Letting out a small breath of relief, I let out a small laugh. “Sure, just gonna have to be careful. Cigars are expensive!” I replied, pulling my wallet out and handing over my debit card. “Damn, a doctor, huh?” he said, looking up from the card at me, “I thought you guys raked in the cash. Parties on yachts, drinking champagne and dancing with plastic surgery patients and such.” With a slight groan, I rolled my eyes. “Well, with ‘great’ income comes great student loans,” I explained, going into detail about how classes for the cheaper school I picked was still way outside of my parent’s savings for college which meant taking out a ton of loans, then going into how I was still in my internship and not making as much as I would normally. And how I only would once I decided on a specialty… if I picked any. “So… yeah… unless you’re a plastic surgeon or get a really good residency in a high paying field, you don't make as much as people think you do. I make just enough to pay all the bills, and put aside a bit extra. I’m comfortable, but hell, I don’t even have a car. I think I’ll probably only buy these once in a blue moon, just based on cost.” “That’s why I smoke my pipes,” Eric replied, taking a large puff on his pipe before letting out a large nose jet. My cock throbbed and I swallowed with a loud gulp, watching as this hot guy produce huge clouds of smoke before me as he continued, “Don’t get me wrong, I love cigars. They taste great, and can really make for a fun evening out and about. But pipes? Reusable, and the tobacco is usually cheaper. Lots of different types to choose from too. And makes for a very… enjoyable evening at home or out on the town. Also, less people complaining about the smell. It takes a little bit of a learning curve, but I’d be happy to help you out one on one if you ever want to start up with them. Anytime you wanted.” With that, he gave me a wink. Is he making the moves on me? I asked myself, trying to mask my surprise. I watched as he turned around and packaged everything up. I took a peek down at my watch, I let out a small curse. Handing me the bag, Eric gave me a questioning look. “I… uh… I have to run to my old apartment first… and grab my things before I run out of time…” I explained lamely, doing the mental math. If I left now, I would have just enough time to get to the old apartment and pack up a few boxes of clothing before Matthew would be home. I really didn't want to see the cheating bastard, much less talk to him. If I left, I could grab a quick bite to eat near the old place, and grab the things I needed and leave. No talking, not awkward meetings. We were done, and I was ready to move on, I told myself. Hell, one could argue with all the anonymous sex, I had moved on. One could also make an argument I was trying to avoid the subject and filling it with sex, but… well, fuck them. I was enjoying myself, and I deserved it after giving up a better part of my life on that cheating bastard. “Oh! I can hold these for you if you want!” Eric said, letting his hand linger on mine for a few moments before taking the bag and moving it to the counter behind him again. The action pulled me out of my small argument with myself and I stared at him. He flashed me a huge grin, seemingly a bit too excited. He HAS to be interested, right? I wondered looking at where his hand had just been. “You just have to be back before 6 pm. I have to close up at that time.” “Well, if you don’t mind…” I said, pulling the hand back and scratching the back of my neck, a nervous habit I still did on occasion. “Not at all! We always love to see our customers coming back for more! Come back and visit me anytime buddy!” he said, smiling and winking again. I returned the smile and with quick thanks and a wave goodbye, walked out the door, and looking down the street, ran towards the quickly approaching streetcar. — Stopping at the small Chinese restaurant near the old apartment, I asked the staff for a few old boxes and grabbed a few egg rolls to eat on my walk, before making my way up to my former home. At first, I felt nothing, just staring at the doors of the elevator. That was until the doors opened. Stepping out, I felt a wave of dread, mixed with sadness. We had lived here for 2 years, and the smells and sights almost immediately pulled up memories I had been desperately trying to keep from coming up. Our first night in the apartment, locked out of the apartment when Matt had left the keys on the kitchen counter. The building-wide trick-or-treat party where we both dressed up in hideous drag. The time Matt and I almost had sex on poor Mrs. French’s welcome mat after a night out at the club. Our first party with our friends over. Wet, rainy weekends spent watching and sometimes making fun of crappy movies on the couch together. With a slight sniffle, I fought back the urge to cry and took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking in. “Not going to cry for you, bastard,” I whispered shakily under my breath. Looking around and taking a quick listen, there were no sounds inside. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and softly closed the door behind me. I went through my mental list of the things I really needed immediately, and what things I could wait to pick up. Must haves included my winter clothing, underwear and socks, my laptop and charger, the pictures of my family, and my spare hospital badge, stethoscope, and pocket references books. I could pick up my collection of medical books, spring and summer clothing, my movies and gaming system later. The TV was mine as well, but the ones at the new apartment were much better, and I would honestly have nowhere to put them. I started to look around and things immediately felt off. My things were gone. All memory of me having existed in this place felt wiped away. Our pictures together were absent. The couch was different, with… pink throw pillows. Matt and I both hated pink. The whole apartment had a very floral smell, where as we never used air freshener because of my allergies. Dropping the box, I walked into the kitchen and let out a disgusted groan. There, proudly displayed on the wall, was a picture of Matt and…. her. In fucking canvas. Looked like the fucker definitely was moving on. Just. Fine. Angry, I walked over to the box and grabbed it, storming into the bedroom. Whatever, I fumed internally, if he wants to move her in after just 3 weeks, fine. I just wanted to get my clothing and things I needed, and then get the fuck out of the place. I stopped suddenly when I looked in the corner of the room. What I was greeted with elicited a growl from me the second I laid eyes on it. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” I ground out through my teeth, as I looked into the bedroom to find several boxes labeled in someone other than Matt’s handwriting. It obviously must be her sloppy penmanship. ‘Jayek’s things’ Each box had only that written. Not what was in them. Just my misspelled name. And things. That stupid fucking bitch of a whore couldn't even spell my fucking name, right? A five-year-old can, but not this piece of trash who my ex-was now living with?! I opened the closet door to find all my clothing gone, replaced with her’s. The drawers showed the same. In the bathroom, the medicine cabinet was left open, filled with what had to be every makeup product sold. The normally immaculate sink was left covered in various different layers of makeup residue, something that made my rarely seen OCD suddenly flare up. Pissed, I raised my hands, clenching and unclenching them into fists as I forced myself not to pick up something and throw it across the room. Looking through the boxes, I reorganized them, combining the things I needed right away into one box. Reaching the last box, however, I couldn't find my laptop. Until I turned around and saw it on the bed. It had been a gift from Matt for finishing my first year of internship as well as my birthday. If fact, it had been the only lasting gift I had ever gotten from him. He’d landed his dream job, and as a surprise, he took me out to dinner, and after dessert asked if I wanted to walk around and look at the new computers at Apple. Knowing we couldn’t afford it, I jokingly picked the most expensive one one said it would be the perfect, if only for the price tag. When I got home the next day, he’d pulled it out of the closet, surprising me. It had been one of the most romantic things he had done. We couldn’t afford it, but he had been secretly saving up for it. For me. I had felt loved in that moment. It was the nicest thing some had ever gotten me. Sure, it was a just a computer, but I cherished it. It was mine. From someone I loved. And now, it sat on the bed. Covered in fake pink rhinestones with a pink wallpaper on the screen, a giant crack already running down the center of the screen. At first, I didn’t recognize it. My brain refused at first to accept that something so hideously transformed could be mine. Until noticed the small set of scratches on the left corner from my watch. Turning it over, I saw the personalized engraving Matt had paid extra for. “To Jake, my true love. Always be learning new ways to save lives. I will love you forever and always.” I saw red. My mind went completely blank in rage as I grabbed the laptop and dropped it in the box, no longer caring if it got more damage. Turning around, I then grabbed the hefty charger cable, pulled as hard as possible, not caring if I broke it. With a loud snap, I watch as the plug stayed inside the outlet and the casing for the outlet snapped, sending shattered plastic across the room. I started pulling the wiring out of the wall, leaving a large gouge up the wall all the way to the ceiling. With another yank, I pulled again, and the metal connection split apart, leaving the exposed wiring as I detached the outlet. A bright spark shot out of the wires and the power shut off to the entire room, likely tripping the breaker. I walked over to the box and dropped the power cable, outlet and all into the box. I barely flinched as a large chunk of drywall fell from the wall and hit the lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. Grabbing the box, I walked out the front door, not bothering or caring about locking it behind me. I walked in silence to the elevator, my heart pounding in my ears. Hearing a muted ding, I looked up at the door, secretly hoping it was Matthew or the blonde skank so I could grab the electrical cable in the box and strangle one of them. Instead, I was greeted by our neighbor from across the hall, Mrs. French. “Jake, sweetie? Is that you?! Are… are you ok dear?” she said, shocked to see me, holding a hand to her bosom. “Hello, Mrs. French. Sorry… I was just leaving. Please, after you,” I said my voice completely emotionless, moving out of the way to let her through, as she grabbed her cart full of groceries. Looking at me for a moment, she looked at the box of my things with the exposed wiring sticking out of the top. “I see. And I also see that little slutbag from down the hall wasn’t lying about you moving out,” she said, grabbing her grocery cart in one hand, and my arm in the other. Her sudden use of profanity snapped me back to myself slightly, as normally she would be the last person to talk such a way. Dragging me down the hall, she started talking. “How about you come help me with groceries?” she said, her keys in hand as we walked up to her door, “You look like you might end up murdering someone dear. You have means and motive all inside that box. And I’m afraid if you run into that stupid little git in the lobby, it just might be her. Not that I wouldn't pay good money to see it.” Unlocking the door, I followed her dumbly as she rolled the cart into the kitchen and motioned me to set my box on the counter. “I see you did some…. remodeling?” she said, taking a seat at the island as she slowly slipped off her shoes. “Yep,” I replied, looking down and numbly realizing that I had, in fact, ripped the wiring out of the wall. I said nothing else, unsure how able I was to say anything else without either breaking down or screaming uncontrollably. “Uh-huh… I saw that fucking bimbo headed slut moving her stuff in the other day and knew those two were asking for trouble and that dumb fuck ex-boyfriend of yours… he’s not any better,” she sighed, motioning for me to sit beside her before continuing, “Now, as you know, I’m head of the building co-op… and that would be some substantial damage to the unit.” “Shit…” I said, slamming my eyes closed and taking in a deep breath to center myself. I had fucked up. Bad. And I really didn't need her to add to the massive wave of things I was trying not to feel. “Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” Patting my arm, she sat there for a second before clearing her throat and continuing. “Oh, yes dear. That is exactly what your ex is going to be saying. But don't you worry dear. I already took the liberty of taking you off the lease. You won’t be liable for any of the damages.” Opening my eyes, I stared at her, slightly shocked. “I figured after that little outburst the lobby a few weeks back, you'd wise up and leave that prick. Especially after trading down to a piece of trailer trash snatch like that,” she continued, patting my hand with hers, “Now, I had to put your termination down as inappropriate behavior from the outburst in the lobby sweetheart, but don’t worry about that little detail. Paperwork just seems to always disappear at the most interesting times.” Jesus, I thought to myself, this woman scary. “And when little Miss Shit for Brains was going down the hall asking for boxes to pack up a few things… I knew it was only a matter of time before the proverbial shit would hit the fan.” My jaw was hanging open as the little old lady in front of me cussing up a storm. This was a woman who blushed over saying the word tinkle. And now, she cussed worse than even the most seasoned sailor. “I’m guessing she packed your things up, and likely took something for herself that wasn't hers to take, hmm? And seeing how out of your head you were, it was something important to you. That, my dear, would be the work of a true cunt,” she intuited, tilting her head towards the box. My only reply was a small nod, still unable to fully wrap my head around the sudden change in the woman's language. “Jesus Christ… Did she seriously misspell your name? God... Women like that make all of us look bad. Well, after that damage, I’m guessing that you’ll need somewhere to store your things…” she wondered out loud, her finger tapping on her chin, “Because I bet that little skank will likely take revenge on your things. And a little dumbass like that Matthew will likely let her since she has him wrapped around her finger,” The woman made perfect sense. And dear god, I was honestly sad I was going to never have her as a neighbor again. “Now, I can provide a safe place to store those things if you’d like dear. And you can even stay here, though I would hope you now have somewhere of your own?” “I… just found a place yesterday, I just came to get a few necessities until...” I trailed off, letting my actions speak for themselves. Getting up, she directed me to the front door. “Good. Now, I don’t expect you to pick up your things right away. I just ask in return is you take me out to lunch once a month so we can catch up dear,” she said, slightly pushing me out the door and across the hall. “Go grab your boxes and put them in the living room. Those two are likely to be home pretty soon.” I did exactly that and after a few minutes, I was able to take all my things and move them across the hall. With that, I gave the small woman a huge hug and told her I would be back for my things as soon as possible. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek and walked me to the elevator. My mind reeled at the change in demeanor from what had been the sweet little lady who I would have bet never cussed in her entire life. I smiled though, glad to have learned something new about her and looked up at my reflection in the door. However, the smile on my face suddenly died as the doors opened and I was greeted face to face with Matthew and his new girlfriend.

Less than a week after my first exposure to CRF19, I once again heard my own voice begging Henri for more of his highly toxic and likely deadly jizz. For the prior 4 days, it was all I could think of. My mind switching rapidly from fear of what happened to a desire for more. Still stranded due to the damage on St. Martin, Henri was more than willing to oblige. Absent the potent bug he packed into his semen, he was still a fabulous fuck. Caramel color skin, great skill and a very nice BBC, I would have let him fuck me as much as he wanted. But, my newly unleashed desire to experience the thrill of having more of that super-virus injected into my ass turned me into an aggressor. I wanted that cock and I wanted it badly. I ached to feel him go rigid and buck while sending his life ending cream deep into my guts. When I started chasing about a year ago, I though getting knocked up would be the thrill of a life time. When I tested POZ last January, I was thrilled to be part of the universe of POZ faggots, living and dead, who have accepted HIV as part of their gay experience. But now, those were long gone, unfulfilling thoughts. All I could think of was Henri and his potent, diseased dick. When I called Henri at his hotel, he seemed pleased to hear from me. I got right to the point and asked him if he would give me some more of his special sauce. He laughed as he said, if I wanted it to come and get it. So last night, after work, I headed to Asheville to meet him at his hotel. But, before going, I ran by my place to clean up, change clothes and get ready for some great cock. But I did one other thing. I had kept the bottle brush that was used to prepare my ass for my initial pozzing. I had felt that brush for the first time last New Year's eve, the night I likely got knocked up. With only the though of obtaining a second infection, I worked my ass to a state where I would be receptive to that Caribbean bug. Even scraping my guts in preparation for getting fucked seemed pre-destined. On one had I know that it is unlikely that I can get a dual infection. On the other hand, I seem compelled to do all I can to expose myself to CRF19. While some aspects make it difficult to get my head "around" the thought of having that aggressive strain in my body, I also am clearly aware that success will mean the clock is ticking faster towards my AIDS-related death. Henri was nude and had already made some T clouds when I arrived at his hotel. He offered me the pipe and torch. I quickly stripped and took a few hits of that amazing smoke. Once you feel Lady T creep into your body, relaxing you , exciting you, preparing you for a great fuck, you know that first tasted has started the ball rolling. Once I felt that jolt of T, once I coughed that little meth-induced cough, I hit my knees and took that deadly diseased dick into my mouth and started taking him deep into my throat. His first few drops of precious pre-cum were savored. I licked his slit, carefully ensuring the each drop of that fluid was collected on my tongue. But, as the T high continued to develop, my asshole reminded me of my real desire. Twitching and throbbing from the lust for this beautiful man, from the desire for his tainting jizz, from the T induced erotic desires, my oft-fucked hole needed stuffed. Very soon, I stopped sucking him and got on my knees. Henri lost no time in mounting my faggot ass. Soon we were rocking in that ass-fucking rhythm that horny homos have perfected. Henri's cock felt just as good as it did the past Saturday. He has good top man skills. No doubt, he has been a practicing cocks-man for a long time. But, as I gasped my desire for his cum, he accelerated to an entirely new level of passion. Equally, the more I demanded his cum, the more animalistic my own movements became. And, very shortly, my bloodied hole was drenched with a large dose of cum that few other men might welcome. As we cuddled, waiting on that dark meat to recharge, we talked softly about what it was like for him to learn he was POZ, that he had been infected with CRF19. And, in almost a whisper, he described the feeling of knowing that he was technically an AIDS-Bone. Fuck....that was news. He had already progressed to the stage of very low CD4 numbers and had been diagnosed as having progressed to AIDS. That was a fucking reality check. I had just had my very very raw ass fucked by an unmedicated AIDS-bone and flooded once again with CRF-19 laden creamy goodness. Hearing he as full on AIDS had an immediate affect on me. Soon, I was working hard to get that cock hard and inserted in my ass. This time, I was on my back, legs up. I wanted to see his brown face, his dreads, his expression as he repeated the action of trying to infect my queer ass. It may not seem possible, but that second round was more intense and erotic than the first. He was really verbal and keep asking if I wanted his dick of death to explode in my ass. After he asked a half dozen times, I panted out that yes I wanted it. And it was then that I told him about using the brush earlier. He acted surprised, but soon stated that showed I deserved his strain. A few more minutes of enthusiastic bucking and fucking resulted in a second flood of CRF19 cum was being smeared up and down my compromised guts. Five times now I have enjoyed that sensation. Five times, I have willingly taken that beautiful dark meat. And three of those times, I have willingly accepted his fucked up DNA. I have no idea if I will become infected with this life-ending affliction. I am not sure I would choose that, but I am powerless it seems to refuse it.

Stretching the pale blue Lycra cycle suit around my every muscle, making sure the suit was as tight as possible. I pulled and wriggled them as snuggly as I could up my ass because I just love the feel of the second skin around my cheeks and hole. I adjusted my dick in an upright position, but it always falls to 3 o’clock to show nicely as soon as I move. It was already a hot day when the 100-mile cycling Sportive mass start set off although we quickly strung out into groups going at our own pace. I latched on to the back of a pack from a cycle club all in tight white lycra that leaves nothing to the imagination especially as everyone is commando under the figure hugging material. For mile after mile, I watched this one young guy’s ass cheeks pumping up & down rhythmically as if it was calling my name beckoning me to stroke it until my cock was pressing painfully hard against my thigh! When we made it to the first food stop, I thought about continuing on as there was no way I could A.) Hide my erection B.) Make it go down I got off the bike with some difficulty but was quickly calmed as he smiled when he noticed the bulge in my lycra clad crotch, "What brought that on?" he enquired smirking. "Errrr….Must be the heat" as I adjusted myself so my cock was pointing straight up again and less obvious. "Yeah, IT sure is hot", he grinned, looking at me and winked. The innuendo made my cock swell even harder and I felt pre-cum ouse from my piss slit leaving a noticeable wet spot too. "I'm surprised you could even ride with that in the way!" He grinned deftly ushering me away from his team mates. "No problem man, I just stood on the pedals out of the saddle" We laughed and sat on a bench eating sweets and sipping energy drinks and as we got our breath back he asked, "Has it gone down enough to carry on yet?" "Well….., almost" I admitted, as I was semi-hard simply because I couldn't get the image of his supple ass out of my mind. "We can stay here until you're ready, or maybe wait a bit more until the rush dies down so we can sneak into the disabled toilet to......." he said, looking me meaningfully in the eyes. Whilst this has always been a fantasy for me, now presented with the opportunity I hesitated until I looked down to see his cock, a monster, was straining against the front of his bibshorts. It took my breath away, ‘Jesus H Christ’ I thought, then couldn’t help myself, reached over to grasp his fat tool through the ultra-thin material. "Oh wow! Mmmmm, that’s a great feeling", he gasped “Not here” I said, “Wait until we find somewhere secluded en-route. Looks like your buddies went on without you” "Yeah, such a shame that" before dropping to a whisper "Coz it looks as if you have enough there to satisfy the lot of us!" Now we both had trouble and dare not stand to get back on our bikes until we were decent again to continue in the event. After a few more miles we entered a wooded area next to the main river and suddenly the climate changed with a sharp downpour. I forgot what effect water had on my pale outfit and his white lycra. Within minutes we were soaked and you could see through both suits leaving nothing to the imagination. “This wasn’t forecast, I didn’t bring any wet weather gear, did you?” “No, me either.” “Let’s shelter under that bridge, look up ahead.” “Perfect!” We got off our bikes and laid them down on the ground. Chris, as I later learnt his name to be, came nearer to me and began stroking my bulging dick. “That outfit really suits you,” he said grinning from ear to ear, stroking me more and more. My dick hardened to it's full length instantly. I began stroking his arse, poking my fingers in between his legs but the seat padding was in the way. As he unzipped my top and peeled back the bib shorts his hand was quickly inside playing with my balls, I wonder if he noticed my biohazard tattoo? At this point I was so excited I knew I just had to get hold of his dick. So, I too began peeling his suit off starting at the top; it was still sticky because of the rain. He stripped right down until his throbbing dick emerged in its full glory. He crouched down and put my dick into his mouth. He licked and stroked it, and occasionally rubbed his hands around my hole. As he did this to me I jacked him as hard as I could. His hard dick felt really good in my hand, hot and steaming. This was heaven. He continued to lick my dick and I couldn’t contain myself. I almost came in his mouth there and then, but managed to hold it back. “I’ll have to give it you, soon” I said still wondering if he realised I am POZ. We kissed lightly, then more ardently as the heat grew stronger between us until our lips parted with a breathless smack. "Stand up Chris" I urged and pushed my face into his burning crotch to savour the aroma of his sweat, while he held my head & kept a lookout as I eased his shorts down over those firm cheeks that I had admired for most of the day. His fat shaft sprang out to greet my probing tongue, a nicely proportioned 8" dick, that I could just about wrap my fist around to jerk, while I licked along the velvety flesh and sucked one of his shaved balls into my mouth. "Oh God YESSSSS!" he groaned, stroking my hair, while I gently stroked the flesh back and forth over his shiny engorged nobhead. I groaned & gripped the base of my dick as I gently beat my meat as at the same time I wrapped my lips around his balls, licking & kissing them while my hand slid along his sweat-slick cock. Panting hard, coming up for air, “I’ve got to fuck your arse, the arse that’s been teasing me all morning.” I say and he immediately replies, “Fuck yeah” without hesitation. I bent him over and put my dick right up to his arse, spat on his hole then thrust and thrust with both my hands wrapped around his glorious dick. He groaned as I fucked him, harder and harder, with no finesse just a primal animal urge to spill my demon seed. My head next to his, breathing hard in his ear I tell him, “Now I’m in your hole, I own it and don’t pull out till I’ve cum, OK?” “Yes” is the response and as I fucked and wanked him he moaned with ecstasy as his dick swelled to release the most amount of cum I’d ever seen spraying a dozen or more jets of cum like a geyser. I banged a few more times, hard deep stokes and with the image of his potentially last Neg load shooting I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer "Aahhhh, fuck yessssssssss" I screamed then forgetting myself huffed “Pozzing your hole NOW” as jet after jet of diseased spunk rocketed into his guts. His ass muscles twitched and pulsed as if stroking my shaft as we lightly kissed. “Fuck that was hot” he said still slightly bent with my rock-hard cock plugging his hole not allowing any of my Poz babies to escape, “loved the dirty talk, added to the thrill of the al fresco sex and the possibility of getting caught. Look, I’m still hard! Suck me off eh?” Still unsure if he realises I’ve just probably pozzed him I pull out, drop to my knees in front of him and quickly ram four fingers in his bruised hole to replace my cock. Oh yeah, like that, yes, yes", he urged as he pumped his hips to meet my mouth as my hand sawed in and out hopefully massaging my DNA further in to his system. "Mmmmm," he moaned appreciatively as his pre-cum cock coated my tongue and his head was flung back I bobbed my head over his throbbing cock to suck harder and faster, slap, slap slap his balls went up against my chin until I felt his dick swell and twitch. I eagerly pulled him hard into my throat until I gagged, he was grunting with every stroke as his orgasm rushed closer till I pulled off and came up for air. "Don't stop, oh God don't stop" he cried and pulled my mouth onto his cock as he fucked my mouth faster "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmph" I gasped & squeezed his cummy hole even harder until he cried out "I'm cumming, cumming, YES, YES, YESSSSS!" as a stream of hot manjuice shot down my throat making me splutter, followed by another blast of thick cum poured over my tongue, then another as he bucked against me with trembling thighs, as I rammed my fingers extra hard into the former tight, rosy hole of his ass eliciting the last powerful shot of salty cum. "Mmmmm, I love it, pure cum!" I gasped as a string of cum drooled from my lips. I stood up & we kissed passionately swapping that last blast of cum between us. “What’s your name?” I asked, “Chris.” “I’m Joey,” I said. “Do you and your mates ride around here a lot then?” I asked him. “Most mornings, before work or weekends, you?” “I like to come here to these woods and fuck or play with myself in my lycra when there’s no one else around.” “FUCK!” was his surprised reponse at my openness, and turned on by it by the way his cock was beginning to spring back to life… I couldn’t believe what I had done telling Chris, “I’d often fantasized of this happening one day while out cycling and now it’s come true it was an absolute POSITIVE joy.” “Hey what’s all this positive shit, you trying to tell me something…..?”

Southern Decadence! It's become one of my favorite events of the year since I started going three years ago. This last one was no exception to that! It was even better now that I've become such a cumdump. What I love about Southern Decadence is the mixture of seeing old acquaintances and making new ones, all of whom want to fuck! I love the raw animalistic sex that happens at the Rawhide and the Phoenix bars. I feel like these are some of the best places to be the cumwhore that I am. Day and night the bars are packed with men ready to fuck, so of course I made my ass available to as many as I could. I always wish I could remember everything but I ended up remembering the tops with whom I connected with on some level, either emotionally or physically, but after a while all the dick up my ass became a blur. On Labor Day I had a late flight out, so I decided to hit the Rawhide in the afternoon and practice at 'no dick or loads refused'. Sometimes I still want to be pickier than I should as a true cumdump. I got there about 1:00 PM and the bar wasn't too crowded, but there were already some men in the back. I knew what they were looking for, so I paraded around in my skimpy nylon gym shorts took up a position in the dark corner near the bathroom. One guy was standing there. He appeared to be husky and maybe mid 40s but I honestly am not too sure what he looked like as I just turned and face the wall and lowered my shorts so my ass was exposed. He didn't take long to put his average size cock inside of me and blow his load. A crowd had gathered to watch him fuck me and I fondled several cocks and, as he fucked me, sucked some of them. The second guy was an older black guy with a somewhat bigger cock. I was ready to go as soon as the first top had deposited his load in my ass, but there was a bit of a delay because the second guy wanted to use a condom, but when wearing one he had a difficult time staying hard, so he pulled it off and had me suck him for a while, only for his dick to go limp when it was time to enter me. Finally he managed to get his cock into my ass and he even managed to fuck for a while, only to once more go limp. At this point I was ready to move on, especially since he apparently was determined to use a condom, so I turned to the next guy way there and took his hard cock up my willing hole. After that guy blew his load, I was surprised when the black guy re-entered my ass, this time raw, and finally fucked me hard enough to seed my ass with his load. After this third load I went to the main area of the bar where several guys continued in using my hole. A couple tag teamed me before both shot each shot his load in me, and after that I spied a nice thick 10 inch BBC. I had the audience eagerly wondering whether I could take it all but I just went right over to that BBC and sat right on it and it slid all the way in. It felt so good to be filled like that even more loaded by the end. When I pulled off him. Cum came out of my ass and ran down my leg. By this point I reeked of cum and sweat and lube. Unfortunately I had to go back to the hotel and get my luggage to go to the airport, but I really wanted just one last load. I checked out the bathrooms one last time only to discover a bear cub who's dick already hard and hot. I didn't even waste time sucking it. I just slid my cum lubed hole right on his pole. He had a nice thick piece of meat and knew how to use it. I don't know if he had cum before during the weekend but he shot a huge load. When he withdrew cum just gushed out of me. I pulled up my shorts and want to my soggy hole back to the hotel with a big wet spot on my shorts. At the hotel I picked up my luggage and went to the airport, already looking forward to the next Southern Decadence!

Some days you just aren’t sure what to do. I had a few days off because I was at the limit my employer allowed me to save and needed to use them or lose them. I had no plans. I thought about going to the bathhouse in Houston, but Harvey ruined that. Maybe the one in Orlando? I had a great time there last summer but Irma has all flights in and out of central Florida halted and millions without power. Maybe travel isn’t a good idea this week. Lucky for me there is an adult bookstore with a theater about twenty minutes away. It’s not in the best neighborhood, but daytime isn’t all that busy so it’s relatively safe. Lots of elderly though, mostly cocksuckers fighting Mother Nature that can’t get it up or cum without prescription assistance. They can get aggressive and their actions do tend to run off the younger men. But they know me and leave me alone to do my thing. Which is bending over and taking on all comers, even them sometimes. With that plan in mind I head to the shower to clean inside and out. After three enema bags, I put on my jockstrap, lube the butt plug up and shove it in to open my ass a little bit. Tight is one thing, but too tight and those semi-hard cocks would never get in. I double check to see that I’m clean and head to the ABS, stopping at the bank to get about $50 in singles for the arcades. It’s too quiet upon arrival. Just the clerk and me. A young girl, but streetwise, she all but ignores me. She takes my money, gives me change in singles for the booths and a bottle of water, and goes back to the series she is watching on her laptop. She’ll watch a whole season by the end of her shift. I go into the theater first which is really two theaters, straight and gay, in adjoining rooms. I adjust the TV volume which is always too loud. Hopefully I won’t be alone for long as the lunchtime crowd should be here soon. I take off my shorts, lube up, and walk around both rooms in my jockstrap. I can think of no better way to advertise what I’m there for than to have my ass exposed and nothing else. There isn’t much chance of police activity and the employees don’t come in unless there is a problem so it feels great to be in a public space nearly naked. I can hear the cash register out front. Someone is coming in. Yes! It’s one of my regulars. He is married, and he doesn’t like crowds so he’ll get what he needs quickly before someone else comes in. He sees me and comes to join me behind the half wall at the back of the room. He’s a good looking dude, 35 or so, decent build and a 7” inch dick. It’s dark, but my favorite sound is clear. That zipper is coming down. I’m on my knees before him in seconds. “I saw your car outside. Thought I might come in for a minute.” I mumbled something back that wasn’t really clear as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I know he likes it slow, wet and with lots of hand action, not up and down but soft twisting all around the shaft. Soon enough he urges me up and over to the end seat. No further words are needed. I lean over the back, place my hands on the armrests, and he slides it in slowly but firmly. I wince as he hits bottom, then slowly starts to pull back. Then a forward thrust all the way back in. I try to relax but he’s hitting deep, being first cock of the day and all. I’m exhaling loudly as he increases his pace, the friction starting to burn as the lube wears away. He’s in the zone now. He puts his two hands on the back of my shoulders and pulls me deeper onto his shaft. Then he stops and holds. He’s unloading into me now. I wish I could feel it. But I know he’s finished. Two soft pats of his hand on my ass tells me that as he pulls out and zips up. Without a word he leaves. I’ve done my part for him. He’ll be back and again I’ll do what is expected of me. That’s my job. I pull my butt plug out of my shorts pocket. As much as I enjoy the feel of cum spilling out of my ass and down my legs, I know there isn’t enough yet. I’m wanting more cum and the first load is just lube for the next guy. I push it in to hold whatever gift he gave me. I return to standing behind the wall in my jockstrap. I realize I didn’t even pull out my poppers for that first fuck. I take a short hit just to see if how strong it is. The bottles they sell today are weak as fuck, most counterfeit labeled with the true ingredients unknown to anyone. This was no different. I’ll save them for that really big cock today that I’m not sure I can take. I hear the register drawer close. Another guy coming in. Crap. It’s a couple. Why do straight couples come in before lunch? They’re new. And it looks like she is fairly attractive, but nervous and clinging tightly to her man. They aren’t here for me and I’m not here for pussy. I am the pussy here. They need to be alone to get comfortable. I slip on my shorts and head out of the theater to the arcades. There are three booths, side-by-side with gloryholes between them. The booths are small with just a folding chair and the TV. I enter the middle booth, strip off my shorts again, pull out the butt plug and put my dollar in which is good for about six minutes. I’m not going anywhere for awhile, at least not until the couple leaves the theater. I fold up the chair, lean it against the wall, and put my ass up against the 4” gloryhole to practice here exactly to stand to be perfectly lined up. It’s a tight fit, especially for tall and short people. LOL. A few minutes later someone enters the booth to my left. My ass is still lined up. I stick another dollar in the machine. I used to look to see who it is, but I no longer want to know. Many times an ass against the hole is a big turnoff and the person who entered the booth will leave right away. But this one did not. In fact he put his own dollar in. Game on! First it’s a finger. Then two, pushing into my hole. Next comes the cock. It only take a moment and he’s in. I bend over at the waist to take it deeper. The lube disappears quickly and I realize he is wearing a damn condom. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh well. He finishes quickly, pulls back and takes the condom off, drops it on his floor and leaves. I stand up to stretch as someone enters the other booth. I shift over, drop to my knees and have a look. It’s an older gentleman. Instead of reaching for his zipper, he shifts the chair and sits down with his face near the hole. Just another cocksucker. I ignore him, stand back up and put my ass back against the opposite hole. After another two dollars, he gives up and goes. My patience is soon rewarded. The door in back of me opens again. This time there is no foreplay. I feel a hard cock nudging at my hole. I bend over and it slides in. I can hear him sigh as he feels the warmth and comfort inside. He’s in no hurry. He’s wants a bit of a ride first. I’m looking at the other gloryhole and a white dick comes through. Not too bad, but hard to suck it deep when I’m bent over. But he was ready and shot his load into my mouth pretty quickly. I hear some voices talking in back of me. I can now tell it is black men talking. Whoever was fucking me isn’t alone. They are conversing about something when the guy in my ass pulls backs. In that moment while I was still wondering if the guy who pulled back came in me I feel another cock taking his place pops right in. The wall between us started shaking as he pounds in to me. I hear him saying he is breeding me and he stiffened up. I squeeze my asshole as tight as I can trying to pull in the last drop from his balls. As quickly as he removes his cock what I think is the first cock slides back in. A few minutes later he unleashes a squishy load into me, probably fueled by the one before him. As he extracts himself, I stand up again only to see a dick coming through the opposite wall. I put my plug back in and go to my knees and start sucking him off. He pumps a good volume into my mouth and leaves. I savor what I didn’t immediately swallow. Time for a break. I go back into the theater. The couple is gone. There are four guys, three whom are sitting including two black guys that have fucked me raw several times but likely don’t know I did the other, one middle-aged fat guy I knew to be a cocksucker, and a handsome guy in his twenties jacking off by the half wall. Slowly I made my way back to the young guy who didn’t pull back as I approached. I stop near him and he points to his cock and waves me over. I shuck off my shorts, set them on the wall and kneel down to service him. I made sure it was loud and slurpy so the others could hear what I was doing. After a few minutes I hear a seat squeak and realized someone had gotten up and was coming back to where we were. I kept sucking but got off my knees to a bent over stance. Sure enough, one of the black dudes with a huge cock comes up behind me and starts playing with my hole. He only barebacks and I need my poppers for this. I take a few huffs, then bend back to continue sucking the young guy. The guy in my mouth starts stroking his cock with his hands as my man in back of me shoves his rod into me making me have to pause to catch my breath. He bends down near my ear and says, “I own you, bitch. You know I’m going to take what I want.” Hearing those words with me, the guy in my mouth gets excited and blows his load into my throat. He pulls out and pulls back just as the other black guy makes his way to where the young guy had just been. His cock was already out. He didn’t ask. He simply told me, “I think you can handle another one.” I start to slobber on his knob. The young guy left the theater as the fat white guy came over to see what was happening behind the wall only to find me with two black dudes, one in my mouth and one in my ass. Then they stopped being gentle. The next twenty minutes was a blur. They repeatedly tag-teamed my ass until it hurt. The previous loads had dried inside and the friction was making me hole heat up quickly. Then one guy pulled out and started spitting on my ass, then shoved his cock back in. He was slapping my ass (why do only black guys do that?) as he pitched in and up and around and then told me he was putting his babies into me and I should be thankful real men were reminding me of my place in life. He pulled out and the other one took his place. He remarked about how wet I just became and within seconds had shot his load in with the others. I wanted to stand up but just kind of slid my way over towards the chair as the two black men left the room together. I thought I was done. I was worn out and was ready to leave. If a man could get knocked up, I was pregnant for sure. My manhood long gone, I turned to see the fat white guy, cock in hand come up behind me. He politely asked, “One more?” Shit. Okay. I probably wouldn’t feel him anyway. Then I slowly bent over the chair.

Now, this is exactly the types of session's I was talking about before. Whenever, you and a good fuck buddy share being cumdump's together. Sex afterwards between the both of you gets fuckn. .more intense and slutty because you're lubed up with lots of other's loads and being able to share that satisfaction together gets even nastier and raunchier because you're both sharing the need's of the other sexually beyond the norm. That's when I'm a total fuckn BEAST. MORE...MORE. ..HARDER. ..HARDER...NEXT!

I decided to stop at one of the many Las Vegas ABSs on my way to the airport this morning. It's a bookstore that's a bit of a distance from my house. And one that I don't go to very often. But I had to run an errand to that part of town and I had some time to spare before I needed to be at the airport, so I made a stop. It was only 8:30a in the morning. But the parking lot was already full. Like many of the ABSs here in Vegas, they can be quite busy during the morning "drive time". A lot of guys stop by on their way to work to take care of their morning wood. I parked on the street, just in front of the store. I bought a ticket for the theater and the grumpy clerk buzzed me inside. There were 3 guys sitting in the side of the double theater that showed str8 movies. And looking past the opening into the gay/trans side, I could see another 2 guys sitting in there. I glanced at the 3 guys in the str8 side as I passed them, on my way into the gay side. Those 3 guys were just sitting there watching the str8 movie. Not even rubbing their crotches. Inside the gay/trans side, the two guys in there had their cocks out and were stroking as they watched a film showing a chick with a dick sucking and getting fucked by 2 hung black guys. The first guy I passed was close to 70 years old. He was playing with his limp dick. The second guy, sitting on the end of a ratty, leather sofa, was a hot looking black guy in his late 40's. He was tall, athletic, with a small gut on him. He had about 7"s in his hand and was slowing stroking it as he had his eyes glued to the screen. I sat on a cheap plastic chair that was about 2 feet away from the black guy. He never took his eyes off the screen as I passed him and sat next to him. My glances went back and forth between the screen and the black guys cock. After a couple of minutes of me checking him out, the black man finally turned his head and looked me in the eye. With no change in the expression on his face, he looked down at his cock then back at me. He repeatedly would look down at his cock, then look me in the eyes. I took this as an invitation, so I moved my chair the two feet, so that I was now seated right next to him. I moved my hand over to his cock and he moved his hand away from his cock, to give me access. I stroked his hard cock for a couple of minutes. Then I knelt on the filthy floor, between his knees and took his cock into my mouth. Soon, the old guy at the opposite side of the sofa moved over to us. He now was trying to horn in on the action and was trying to move me away from the black guys cock, so he could suck. The black man pushed the old guy away. It took a couple of pushes, before the guy got the hint and moved back to where he had been sitting. One of the guys sitting in the str8 side got up and moved into the gay side and sat in the plastic chair I had vacated. He watched closely as I made love to the beautiful black dick in my mouth. Soon he stood up and pulled his now hard cock from his zipper. He had a 6" hard cock in his hand. I could see him stroking his cock from the sides of my eyes. The black guy lifted my head off his cock and told me to suck the new guy. I turned my head and the new guy put his 6"s in my mouth. For about 5 minutes I alternated sucking both cocks. Then another guy came over to the gay side, from the str8 side. He stood on the other side of the black guy and also took out his cock. He was a latino guy in his late 50's. His cock was only about 6"s. But he had a nice foreskin hanging over his cock head. I turned to him and began to suck on his soft cock and suck on his foreskin. He began to harden. After I had alternated between the 3 of these guys for awhile, I could feel the black guy lean around me and rub my ass, through my pants. So, I stood up, took off my pants and underwear and turned around. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my ass. I did this several times to get my ass nice and lubed up for the black guy. He was also spitting on his fingers and lubing up his cock. I had taken my poppers from my pants when I took them off. I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers. The black guy reached for my bottle. I gave it to him. He likewise, took some deep drags on the bottle. He handed it back and I took two more sniffs. Then I began to lower myself onto this hard, black cock. My ass slowly lowered onto him, until I could feel his pubes and balls against my ass. I began to rock up and down on his cock as the first guy again put his cock in my mouth. I was sucking and getting fucked at the same time. We fucked like this for about 5 minutes before the black man said, "Get up". I pulled myself up off his cock. "Get on your knees", he tells me. I kneel down on the sofa and put my ass up in the air. He steps behind me and slams back up into me in one, swift motion. He's now in control of the fucking and he's going to be a hard, deep and rough fucker. He's immediately slamming into me. Making me grunt with each of his thrusts. The latino guy is now kneeling on the sofa. His cock is now rock hard and he's stroking his cock furiously, just inches from my face. It's a difficult angle for me to get to his cock. But I turn my head towards him and I open my mouth. Sticking out my tongue. The Latino Papi is now making that face you get, just before you cum. Suddenly cum is covering my face as he sprays his load all over my mouth, tongue and eyes. He soon zips and leaves. The caucasian guy now moves the chair and stands near my head at the end of the sofa. He feeds me his cock. I suck as best I can, but he soon pulls out of my mouth and he begins to stroke fast as well. It only takes him a minute or two before he is now spraying his hot load all over my face. The sight of these two guys cumming all over me, must have turned on the black guy, because he's now ramming deep and hard into me. Then let's out a soft, muffled groan as he empties his balls into my ass. He holds his cock deep into me as he unloads in me. Then he gives me a couple more hard thrusts, then suddenly pulls out of me. He pulls up his pants, puts himself together and leaves. While all this has been going on, I haven't noticed that a thuggish looking Latino kid in his early 20's has come in and sat on the sofa on the side of the gay room. As I get up to put my pants on, I notice him sitting over there, his pants open, and he's stroking a 7" uncut, dark latino dick. He's looking at me intently, but not saying anything. I'm now dressed and I sit down again on the plastic chair. The Latino kid now speaks. "Wanna suck me, Grandpa"? I silently get up and cross over to him. I again drop to my knees. I take some hits of poppers and go down on his cock. His cock is partially hard. But he's quickly hardening as I suck. "You like my straight cock, fag? You like my Mexican dick?" he says. "Mmmm Hmmm......." is all I can moan as I continue to suck him. "Take your time, queer. Enjoy my cock". As I'm worshiping his beautiful cock, I feel someone feeling my ass. I come up off the young guys cock and look behind me. I see a nice looking caucasian guy in his early 40's standing behind me. He's dressed in dress slacks, long sleeved dress shirt and a tie. He's tossed his tie over his shoulder. He's obviously a business man on his way to the office. "Wanna fuck me?? I ask. "Yeah", is all the business guy says. I climb up off the floor. I move to the end of the sofa. Remove my pants again. I kneel on the end of the sofa. I can lean forward from this position and again go back to sucking the Latino kid from the side. The business guy stands behind me. He undoes his belt, unzips and pulls out a 6" cut cock. He slaps it against my cummy hole and pushes easily up into me. "Damn! You a real ho! Aren't ya, fag?" the Latino kid says with a chuckle. "Mmmmm... Hmmmm....." I moan again. I'm laughing to myself as I think about this kid calling me a ho. He's some str8 kid, that has his cock in some stranger's mouth, a man's mouth, in a filthy sex cinema, and he's calling me a ho. LMAO! But, I wear my hard earned "Ho" badge, proudly, as I continue to suck his str8 cock and enjoy the cock that's now sliding in and out of my ass. The businessman is now grabbing me around the waist and ramming into me. He's a man on a mission. And probably is late for the office. He only takes a couple of minutes of intense fucking before Mr. Businessman is shaking in orgasm, as he silently fills my ass with his load. He quickly pulls up his pants. Puts himself together and leaves the theatre. The heavy door of the theater closes with a "slam". I continue to suck on the young Latino dick. "Ok. Damn!", the kid exclaims. "Most of the time I can't cum just by being sucked. Don't think I'm gonna cum this way. Damn, I gotta cum. Shit!", he says, then pauses. "I don't normally fuck guys. But, I fuckin' need to cum. You gotta rubber, Faggot?", he asks. "Nope", I say as I come up off his cock. "But, you can fuck me raw". There's silence. He's obviously weighing his options. "Shit!", he groans as he gets up and moves behind me. He pushes up in me in one angry thrust. "Fuckin' Fag", he says under his breath as he begins to pound my hole. "Dirty, fuckin', faggot whore", he repeats in almost a whisper as he rams repeatedly into me. It's almost kind of scary because his words and mood is getting angrier and louder as he pounds his cock into me. He's slamming into me. The sofa is scooting along the wall as his thrusts become more intense and violent. He gives my ass a couple of hard "whacks". They sting as he slaps my ass. I'm trying to sniff some poppers. But most of the liquid is splashing from the bottle and burning the inside of my nose. I can't get the lid of the poppers back on, because of his fierce thrusts. I finally reach to place the open bottle of poppers onto the dirty floor. Finally, I hear a load grunts coming from him. "Uuuuggghhh...!!!!" he grunts as he slams into me and holds his cock deep into me. "Uuuuggghhhh....!!!!", he grunts again as he slams deep in me and holds it again. "Uuugghhh,...Uuuggghh..!!!" he grunts and slams a few more times. Then he pulls from me. And without saying anything, pulls up his pants. "You're clean, ain't ya?" "Ya ain't got AIDS or no other diseases, do ya?" "A little late to be asking that. Ain't it?" I say with a laugh. "Don't worry about it." I say to him. "You better not be some AIDS whore", he says as he walks toward the door. "Well, I can't vouch for the two loads of cum inside me from the other guys. I have no idea who they are? Do you?", I say with a smile on my face. "Fuckin' Faggots", he shouts back at me as he leaves the theater and lets the door slam shut with a loud bang. I'm laughing to myself. Now, all of a sudden he's worried about diseases. The horny fucker can't control himself when his dick gets hard. Lord knows, how many hundreds of both female and male mouths and assholes his dick has been inside in his few short years? Who knows how many of those holes have been housing the virus? And now, all of a sudden, after the fact, he's worried about it. I have no doubt he'll have his Latino dick inside another hole again, very, very soon. I pulled myself together and headed to the airport. Hopefully, off to my next adventure.

I was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

This is yet another true story of how I started playing with Men and became the slutty bottom I am today. The year was 1989, I was a teenager at the time, barely 18 if I remember correctly. My family had had money, we'd been living in a small suburb in Southern California called Arcadia and had had a very beautiful home. My father had been a union landscaper at the Santa Anita race track, a popular horse-racing track in the area. Unfortunately, my father had developed a very bad gambling habit and was soon gambling his paycheck away on the horse races which led to us losing our home. That did not last very long and we soon found ourselves moving to a low income part of the San Gabriel Valley in Southern California and I soon began to call a small town by the name of "El Monte" (The Mound) my home. Moving to a new area was definitely a culture shock for me. While I was used to having my own porch and front yard, I now had just a stairwell and small stoop to share with my neighbors. While previously I'd had freedom and privacy, now I apparently had eyes on me all the time. I clearly remembered taking out the trash and hearing my neighbors whistling jokingly at my short gym shorts and laughing at my near naked legs as I would walk over to the dumpster to throw the garbage away. Our apartment was directly above a two bedroom apartment where I swear at least six Latin guys were living. I remember going down to take the trash out one time and three of my downstairs neighbors were just sitting on the landing and stairs, drinking cheap beer and laughing as I squeezed my way past them. One of them had whistled at me, complemented my legs, and asked if I needed help. For some reason his attention made me blush, and whispered in reply "No, thank you." His immediate reply was "Well, if you need some help, I'm Javier and I'll take care of you baby." Just hearing him say that embarrassed the hell out of me and I ran from him while wishing I could run towards him instead. This type of flirtatious behavior continued for a few weeks and I found myself liking my polite friend more and more. All of the guys that lived downstairs were really young and nice and, I must admit, kinda sexy looking and I grew to trust and like them as time progressed. Finally, one muggy summer day, I had gotten home from school really early since the school year was letting out and I knew that my parents wouldn't be home for another six hours or so and something inside me was just restless. I can't explain it but I really wanted to talk to Javier and get to know him better. The apartment was hot and humid and I soon found myself bored but curious to see if my neighbors were home. Not knowing what else to do, I walked into my house, changed into my running shorts and decided to pretend to water my plants. As I was absentmindedly watering my plants, Javier came out of his apartment wearing sweat shorts and sneakers and said, "Hi Baby!" I blushed when I saw his defined naked chest and a small dark trail of hair leading from his belly button down into his shorts and meekly said "Hi" as I walked to the faucet to turn the water off. He bounded up the stairs and asked me why I was home so early. I told him that we'd only had half a day cause school had let out for the summer. He asked me where my parents were, and I explained they would be at work until six or so, and that I'd be alone (and bored) until then. Javier asked if I'd like to come to his apartment and have a drink with him and I said 'sure', not understanding why his invitation was making me so nervously excited. Javier was all smiles as he explained that neither he nor his roommates had gone to work since they worked construction and we had just gotten over a very bad storm the day before, construction work would be halted for at least a couple of days as the ground dried. He led me towards his apartment and for some reason his strong hand leading me by the small of my back had me breathing heavy and feeling strangely nervous. As we walked through his door, I saw two of his roommates sitting on the couch watching TV with drinks in their hands. "That's Tomas and Daniel," Javier said as the guys looked my way and waved at me. "Hey Adam" the guys said almost in unison. "There's also, Francisco, Douglas (which he pronounced Doo-Glass), and Andres (which made me giggle because I thought he said Undress), but they're at the store picking up some food and drinks". "Adam is home alone and bored so I invited him in for a drink," Javier told the guys on the couch as he moved towards the fridge and took out some orange juice and a bottle of what I later learned was vodka. "Wanna try a screwdriver or do you like something stronger?" Javier said teasingly, no doubt knowing that I'd never had alcohol before. "Um, a screwdriver is cool," I replied, not having the slightest clue what he was talking about but not willing to let him know that. He fixed me the drink and when he handed it to me, I drank almost half of it in one gulp thinking it was the weirdest orange juice I'd ever tasted. "Whoah! Slow down little man, I want you relaxed not drunk!" Javier exclaimed as he took the glass in my hand. "Let's go sit down he said and we sat on the love seat next to the couch." It wasn't until we sat down that I noticed that there was porn on the TV, which I hadn't focused on because it was muted and, honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off of Javier's handsome face and sexy upper body; especially his sexy bulging biceps. We sat down to watch the movie and pretty soon I was feeling nice and warm although slightly dizzy but pleasantly so. As we continued to watch the movie, I exclaimed "Wow!" because on the screen, a big busty blonde was sucking the biggest dick I'd ever seen. Javier asked "You ever done that Adam?" And I, wanting to impress him, responded "Sure, lots of times." "Oh, yeah, which one were you? The guy or the girl?" He and all his friends laughed as I turned bright red. "Um, I don't know, I was kidding. But I'd still like to see what it's like," I said. "Oh yeah? The sucking or the getting sucked?" Javier asked again as he put his hand on my thigh. His touch and the sensation of 'floating' that I'd started to feel after downing half the drink, gave me a new found confidence. I blurted out something that I'd only thought about alone at night on hot nights when the slightest breeze would make me sprout a boner, "I've always wanted to know what a guy feels like." There was a moment when the energy of the room suddenly changed and all eyes were intently focused on me as my own eyes darted from one tented lap to the next. "No time like the present, little man" Javier said as he got up from the couch and stood in front of me. The huge tent in his shorts was inches from my face and as I took hold of his waistband and pulled down his shorts, his thick uncut cock sprung up and slapped him on the navel as a drop of golden fluid flew from his cock head and landed on my lips. I licked my lips tentatively, the taste was a sweet yet salty mix. As if to the manor born, I leaned over and put his cock head in my mouth intending to mimic what the girl was doing in the movie. Javier gasped audibly and I heard Tomas exclaim, "No fucking way! We got us a cocksucker here!" I started trying to copy the girl in the movie and tried to stuff Javier's cock all the way in my mouth, but he was too long and too thick for me to manage more than half of it. "Oh fuck baby, you're gonna make me shoot but this isn't how I wanna cum. Let me see that cute little ass I've been wanting to fuck since I saw you," Javier said as he put his hands under my armpits and simultaneously lifted and turned me around. He pulled down my shorts and the next thing I felt was him pushing me so that I ended up kneeling on the couch as he went down on his knees, spread my ass cheeks, and this long wet tickling feeling directly on my asshole made me moan in absolute pleasure. I learned that day the heavenly feeling that having my ass eaten out brings. I turned my head nervously, wondering what the other guys must be thinking and I saw them both stand up, drop their shorts, and begin walking towards us with huge erections, the precum literally dripping down their shafts. Now, having just completed sex education in school and AIDs being this scary item almost daily on the news, I was afraid and told Javier "I've never done this before, but please put on a condom." "Fuck, Baby, how am I gonna own your ass if you don't take my cum?" He responded dejectedly. "It's cool," Daniel said, "I've got some, go ahead and put one on." Daniel handed him a gold colored packet and I heard the crinkle of the foil as Javier took the condom and started rolling it over his huge cock. "He's gonna need some lube. Go get the Vaseline" Javier instructed and Daniel rushed to the bathroom. I soon felt a cold greasy feeling as Javier began spreading it all over my hole and I soon felt his index finger go inside me, followed by another, and yet another as he tried to stretch my hole enough to accommodate his impressive hole wrecker. Up to this point, I'd tried carrots, cucumbers, and zucchinis, a veritable cornucopia of phallic vegetables. As a result, my hole easily relaxed with the familiar sensation of intrusion. "Oh man, baby, your hole is so tight and hungry, I love how you grip my fingers. I'm gonna love fucking you and making your hole my own personal cumdump," Javier whispered into my ear as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of my hole. "I think you're ready baby, take a deep breath and relax, I promise I'll be gentle." Javier, pulled his fingers out of my ass and stood up, I felt empty but not for very long. Soon, I felt what felt like a baseball spreading my crack and pushing directly right on my asshole. Daniel put a small brown bottle under my right nostril and said "Take a couple of deep breaths baby, trust me, you're gonna need this." I breathed in a pungent smell but within a couple of seconds, I felt this warm relaxing feeling rushing over me and my hole relaxed as Javier's big mushroom shaped cock head popped inside me and I felt my hole stretch wider than it had ever stretched before. As I said, I had had various tubular vegetables penetrate my hole before but, pardon the pun, this was no garden variety penetration. This was finally a grown man popping my cherry asshole and welcoming me into the world of man-on-man sex! "Ohh fuuuuck!" Javier groaned as he continued to slide his cock inside me and I felt my insides shift to accommodate the thick invader filling my tight, (but no longer virginal), ass. Finally I felt Javier's pubic hair scratching against my ass cheeks and pleasantly rubbing the rim of my asshole as he rested, fully planted balls deep inside me. "Fuck baby, I wish you could see how beautiful your hole looks stretched around my cock!" he exclaimed excitedly. He started slowly pulling his cock out of me and I could feel the rim of his cockhead rubbing inside me as he withdrew til only the head was in me. He pushed balls deep again and started a slow in and out sawing motion that had me trembling with pleasure, excitement, and what I can only describe as ecstasy. "I want to feel that!" Daniel said as he reached under us and started rubbing the rim of my hole and massaging the underside of Javier's cock as it continued to slide in and out of me on its greasy pleasure seeking voyage. Not wanting to be left out, Tomas got up and sat on the back of the couch and stuffed his thick uncut cock into my mouth and I was soon gagging on his hard fucker as Javier's thick cherry popper hit a spot inside me on the downstroke that sent shivers throughout my body. Now, unbeknownst to me, Daniel had started to slide his index finger in my hole alongside Javier's cock, using his thumb to massage the spot between my hole and my balls. That felt amazing and all I could think about was how great I felt with a cock in my mouth, and Daniel's added stimulation, with Javier's cock filling me as the icing on the cake! However, while I'd asked for a condom, they obviously intended to breed my young hole. As Javier slammed his cock balls deep inside me, Daniel slipped his finger inside the rim of the condom so that as Javier pulled out, Daniel essentially held the condom in place and it rolled up Javier's cock as he slid out of it. In a matter that took less than a second, Javier's cock popped completely out of my hole, Daniel's finger also slid out of me (with the condom around his finger, though I couldn't tell) but Javier's cock almost instantly shoved back in and my deflowering resumed. Javier's breathing quickened and his pistoning became erratic and he started grunting and groaning and I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders hard. "Fuck! I'm not gonna last! I'm gonna fill you up baby! Are you ready?!" "Yes!" I tried to say through a mouthful of Tomas' cock as I felt Javier slam his cock balls deep and hold it there, fully embedded in my ass. I felt this strange sensation as if Javier's cock was pulsing like a beating heart held in the grip of my hole and a warm feeling spread from deep inside me where his cock head was shooting his cum and bathing the walls of my ass in his hot sticky love juice. Javier collapsed on my back and I could feel his heart hammering against my shoulder like a rabbit trapped inside a cage too small to contain it. I was still frantically sucking Tomas' cock as he held the back of my head with one hand and caressed my cheek with the other. He was obviously enjoying my mouth but was controlling the pace so he wouldn't cum too quickly. Javier eventually caught his breath and slowly pulled his huge cock out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling and the need to be filled again. "Fuck Yeah! I want that ass right now!" Daniel exclaimed. I briefly pulled off of Tomas' cock to say, "Don't forget the condom please!" "Don't worry baby, we won't forget the condom," Daniel chuckled and I heard the familiar crinkling sound of another golden foil wrapper. Daniel's cock was slightly thicker than Javier's so he turned to Javier and said "Give him a couple of hits, he's gonna need them." Javier then placed the small brown bottle under my nose and once again I breathed in the pungent scent that I knew would give me that awesome warm rush. Indeed almost instantly, I felt an even bigger cock head pressing against my hole and I gasped as Daniel's cock head once again broke through my defenses. Now, while Javier's cock stood out straight from his body, Daniel's cock had a slight downward curve to it and the difference was definitely noticeable. From the first down stroke, I could feel his cock pressing on that magical spot inside me that sent shivers throughout my young body. "Damn Javier! You should take a closer look at how beautiful my cock looks stretching his hole." Daniel exclaimed, to which Javier responded by sliding his index finger inside me along Daniel's thick uncut fucker and proceeded to use his thumb to massage and stroke that amazing spot between my asshole and my balls. Unbeknownst to me, Javier had also stuck his finger under the condom's rim and was essentially rolling the condom up and off of Daniel's dick as Daniel shoved his hole wrecker balls deep in me and pulled out until only the edge of his cockhead was stretching my ass lips, almost completely barebacking me at this point. Just as Daniel had done, Javier shoved his finger knuckles deep in me and completely rolled the condom off of Daniel's hard baby maker. "Fuck Baby! I love how beautiful your hole looks as it stretches and struggles to take my cock!" Daniel said as he completely pulled his cock out of me as an excuse for Javier to extract the condom. Javier hooked his finger in a beckoning gesture and pulled his finger (and the condom) out of me but all I wanted at that moment was for anything, be it cock, finger, or vegetable to fill me up once again. By this point, my teen cock had been rock hard and since Daniel's first downward stroke, that tingling sensation in my balls had been building up in a crescendo, you know the one, that tingle in your nutsack that signals that your cum is gonna come shooting out of you any moment. I briefly pulled off of Tomas' cock and exclaimed, "Oh my God! I'm gonna cum!" "Go for it Baby!" Daniel encouraged me as the small brown bottle was once again place under my nose. Daniel timed the rush with his cock slamming back into me and his thrusts became frantic yet determined. I couldn't help myself anymore and as my first cum shot flew from my dick, my hole spasmed erratically and gripped his cock tighter than I'd ever clenched in my young life. This clearly pushed him over the edge and he slammed balls deep in me and let his cum flood my guts with a growl worthy of any Lion rutting to show the pride who the Alpha truly is. At the same time, Tomas had been thrusting his cock as far into my mouth as it could go and, holding my head forcefully against his lap, he began to cum. My choices were to swallow or drown and so swallow I did. As our orgasms subsided, Daniel hugged me against his chest and growled in my ear, "Your ass is mine Baby! From now on you're gonna want my dick, and my friends' dicks and we'll always be with you. We took your cherry and no one can take that from us!" The only response I have to that all these years later, is that he absolutely knew what he was talking about. For the next couple of days and the remainder of the summer, I continued to go to their apartment after my parents would leave for work, provided that they themselves didn't have to go to work. They became my first adult friends, and lovers, and Daniel eventually became my first boyfriend. I eventually caught on to the trick with the condoms but by that point it didn't I'd been bred dozens of time by then so I just shrugged and said, "Well, it does feel way better without a condom." Definitely NOT The End.

Immunity: Fact or Myth. Allow me to cut to the chase by saying...and I know how crazy this sounds but I truly believe that I'm immune to the virus. I have to be. There is no other answer. I've been thinking a lot lately...not the usual stuff, you know dicks, boys, cum, speed, etc...and I've never thought about it much, if at all, before. But this week I realized that in my 30 years of sexual activity that I've NEVER used a condom. And I once slutted my way through almost an entire dorm of college boys when I was 16! I still find boys dorms hot to this day! I've had one condom on my entire life but I wasn't even having sex, I was just a stupid kid who had found a condom. Thank dog it had already been used or it that would have been really gross. I just fucking hate condoms. Almost as much as I hate the term necessary evil. The condom made my dick look abnormal... it didn't even look like my dick anymore not did it feel like my dick. Hell, it didn't look like any dick I had seen before. And I've most certainly never had one up my ass- not even once. I've never in all my sexual adventures and/or misadventures had someone demand that we use a condom, which is strange because I grew up in the 80's, but this was rural Louisiana and places like New York and LA might as well have been on another planet. But as of four months ago I was HIV neg. How can that be? I've slept with multiple people who knew they were positive. Considering all the cocks I've had in my ass it makes no logical sense. If I were a girl, I'd have more babies than a feral cat! I'm not necessarily a **** either, again I just hate condoms and what happens is what happens....its just not normal. "Luck" is one thing, but this defies all logic. Is there anyone out there who feels that they should without any doubt be positive by now? I know through the years, I've spoken to a few other men who have said the same thing. They feel somehow that they too are also immune. But I was wondering if anyone on this forum had any thoughts on the subject, maybe even data or just share the same experience.

Moderator's Note: If this is hard to read, there is an unformatted copy in the thread below. Please leave your votes for the Toon on this post. Does anyone else think Autumn is a very sexy season? Maybe it's just me. I think it all started when I was a kid, growing up in a small town. Mom was working at a beauty salon close to my school called "Verna's". I walked there after school and sat in the waiting area until she finished. I liked it. I'd do homework and listen to all the ladies chatter away like magpies. Almost all of them smoked, and the smell of hairspray mixed with cigarettes was wonderful. My mom (a non-smoker) sometimes sent me out to get fresh air. I could go as far as the little public library or I could get a Coke from the grocery store. I was a loner, even back then. Being alone gave me time to get lost in fantasy and dream up stories. Fall was damn beautiful in that tree-filled burg. Dead leaves mixed with soft,slow rain left a smell in the air that made me excited for some reason. I'd read all the scary books in the stupid library. It was only a few weeks before Halloween -- my all-time favorite holiday. I sat on the library steps and wrote my own spooky stories in my spiral notebook. Never finished asingle one. I just liked the idea of scary things. It was one gray day that I noticed that this season was giving me messages. But what kind? Fast forward to when I was a freshman in high school. The 80's were here. I no longer wondered why I felt so strange...so different. I was one of those homosexuals inside. Maybe it would go away. Everything was erotic to me. The football players with their letter jackets and strong, grown-up bodies. If a guy had a steady girlfriend, she wore his jacket. All day---even in class. I longed to be one of them. To have one of those sexy guys' jackets and kiss him after lunch. Maybe do other things. Dark, secret things. The hottest guy was Darren Taylor who was from a large family. One of his brothers was in my class. Robbie. He'd had an adult-sized dick since sixth grade. I fought not to stare at it during gym class. Darren had dark, curly hair and was very popular. His girlfriend wasn't all that pretty. She had glasses and moles on her neck. Maybe I just hated her. I hadn't pass my driver's test yet, so I was always walking. Same routine as when I was nine. During that late September, I started taking longer routes to Verna's. I absorbed the smells and feeling Fall brought with it. The days were getting so short and there was a little chill in the air The last of the leaves slowly fell to their death. There was wet sidewalks and wet streets. I wondered how much sex was going on inside the houses I passed. I imagined Darren and his rat-like girlfriend going at it in a cozy bed. My imagination was unnaturally developed and I could feel the bare skin of his legs and the erect penis. Those dark eyes and heavy brows. Probably all of the football team was fucking some girl on a day like this. I walked along with my brain full of sex. I never told anyone about this, but I guess I'm telling you now. Once I graduated, I'd already accepted my fate. This wouldn't be going away. My immediate plan was just to ignore the urges as long as possible. Just be normal, That lasted less than 24 hours...and then I was checking out all the young men in my dorm. I masturbated so much in those days. My roommate was a serious student and spent most of his time in class or at the library. Right after Labor Day, Summer seemed to hurry up its demise. Fall took over fast. There I was again. I had to cut through a really nice park to get to my art history class (where I always fell asleep). The first glimpse of color brought back everything. Those feelings. Why is being gay so difficult? Why does pleasure always come with regret and unanswered prayers and wishes never granted? I felt cheated. OK. Enough about my feelings and sad thoughts. This is a sex story. It was raining hard that one Wednesday.. I've never once used an umbrella. I had on a London Fog jacket that my mom had found at some outlet store. I thought it was so boss. It was rain-proof at least. I was soaked. Everybody in class was too. Art history was held. in a big auditorium that was dark and had such nice, comfortable chairs. I always fell asleep while the professor showed slide after slide of dumb old paintings by whoever. The sopping wet students filtered in. A big, jock-looking guy plopped down beside me. I wasn't sure why -- there were so many empty seats in this place.Maybe he was dazed by the weather. Idiot was wearing deck shoes in rainy weather...his feet must feel so yucky He just kicked off the shoes and opened a soggy notebook. "You got a pen I can borrow?" His voice was so masculine and casual. I fished around in my book bag and found a stray Bic. Here. His huge fingers touched mine for half a second. He had to be a football player or something. If he gave me the pen back, I would keep it as a treasure forever.I had a fever back in those days.I was so horny all the time, and beating off didn't make the real hunger go away. I was so consumed by thoughts of sex, but I had to tamp that down right now. The professor was going on and on about some Spanish painter and what he was trying to convey in his work. Jesus. Symbolism. So much of college was about hidden meanings and theories. I just parroted what the teacher said in my papers --even though I always thought it should be up to the person viewing or reading something to decide what it meant to them. But I was a good student and said I saw what the guy giving grades said. This hot man next to me didn't take many notes...just doodled cubes and assorted shapes. I looked at his heavy hands. Once class was over, we all filed out. The guy was right behind me. "Hey! You didn't fall asleep today! I usually sit a few rows in back of you and you always konk out after about ten minutes. A few times, you even snored." "Oh God, really? That's embarrassing." "Most of us laughed. It was cute." The rain had stopped, but the air was still damp and musky. We seemed to be walking together. My next class was a lecture class and I could easily skip it. "I'm Evan, by the way." I tried to sound cool. "I'm Mark. Where you headed next?" "Philosophy. They don't take roll there, so I'm thinking of bailing." "OK. Cool. Want to got a beer at Crossroads? You're old enough to drink, right?" I hated looking like a kid. "Where is it, Mark?" "We have to turn around and go the opposite way. At least the rain stopped." We pivoted and headed up the hill. "Are you a jock? "No. Why? Do I seem dumb or something?" "No. You just have a great body. I figured you were a football player." "No. I had a partial athletic scholarship last year...for the swim team. I fucked that up. I put on weight and flunked a few drug tests. It's no big deal. I don't miss the practices at all." "Oh. I have a partial academic scholarship for now. I have to make a 3.2 this semester or they'll take it away." "You'll be fine. You're smart. I know things." "Well...thanks. I'm not all that smart, I just know how to get things done." "Can you believe how much it rains here? I'm from Arizona...it's dry as fuck there." "Yeah. The whole campus is built on a hill -- we catch the clouds. I grew up in this state." We finished the climb, and there it was. An actual bar just a few steps away from the student union. I had no idea this place existed. I stayed behind Mark and let him show me into the place. It had weird lighting...like a convenience store -- with maybe a little too many overhead fixtures. Whatever. Mark left me alone at a table and went to get a pitcher. "It's Bud. They're out of Bud Light which is what I usually get. Well -- what do you think of this place" "It's so weird in here? Can we sit outside? On the patio?" "Absolutely. It's not rainy any more." The front deck was all wood, like the front of a cabin. Most of the patio crowd was composed of older people...some brought their dogs. This school had a legendary hippie past. Underground cartoonists went here and created chaos. Some of them were celebrities in my mind. I smelled pot smoke. I'd never smoked it myself, but I knew that odor well. It was light and wispy...combined with the Autumn air, it was luxurious. "Hey, Mark...Do you like how Fall smells? I sure do. Always have. Just. Just that smell." "OK. All I smell is those sorority girls' clove cigarettes? Are you a poet or something? I look at you and I can see thoughts leaking out of your ears." "No. I write sometimes, but never poetry." He looked at me intensely. "Let's finish the pitcher and I'll admit something to you. I'm a big guy, so it might be TWO pitchers." He just kept refilling my glass and I made an effort to keep up with him. He was a camel. I sometimes pretended to take a sip when lifting the glass to my mouth. A gust of wind blew some wet leaves across us. It was cool, but not quite cold. I looked at his face. He was so All-American and rugged. Light brown hair, blue eyes and a perfect jaw. Total jock. There was something troubling him, but I'd let the beer bring it out. I felt honored just to be seen with him. "You seem a little uncomfortable...you don't go to bars much, do you?" "Not really," "There's so many bars in this town. There's even a gay bar... Diamonds. Have you heard of it?" "No." "Would you ever go to a gay bar?" "Probably. Why?" "I guess I should just spill it. I'm gay. I used to go to Diamonds...and met the love of my life there." "Oh. Wow. I would have never guessed. I'm gay too. I've never said that out loud before." "I'm honored.I always kind of thought you were, but didn't know for sure until I sat next to you today. You kept sneaking looks at my legs and bare feet...and you give off a need." "A need?" I was a little red-faced. "A need for touch. I have it too. My one true love died seventh months ago. He was always sort of sick when we first met.He had colds and rashes and aches...but he was a dream. Alex. We fucked all the time. And then he got so sick he couldn't get out of bed. He finally told me he had AIDS -- which I'd already guessed. I spent a lot of time looking after him and getting stoned. I was fixing him some lunch when he shouted 'I can't believe it! Angels!'. And that was it. He died. " "I'm so sorry, Mark." "Thanks. I've almost gotten over it, but that longing, that need hasn't gone away." He stared down into his beer. I wanted to touch is hand. "The night after his funeral, I had a hard-on all night." "don't feel bad. You're young and healthy -- boners come from nowhere." "Not all that healthy, Evan." "You're heart is still beating. You're here, and it's a beautiful day." "You make me feel better. You're my poet." His knee touched mine. "I'm NOT a poet." "Yeah. You've got the heart of one. I've had enough beer. Let's walk." He was slightly unsteady on his feet, but wasn't talking drunk. The campus is seductive, with it's tall trees and exquisite landscaping. The surrounding town was nice too.. We were walking down a residential street. It wasn't raining, but still mostly cloudy. That Autumn smell was strong and I felt so good. I felt like I was wearing Mark's letter jacket. Would he be my boyfriend now? This man who likely had HIV in his blood? Maybe I liked the idea. Maybe I wanted him to get me pregnant like so many of the girls in my high school. I think I wanted that. The smell in the air was like a drug for me. I was intoxicated with pure lust and Fall. I wanted to kiss him right there in the middle of Ohio Street. "Well. This is my place." It was a three story red house, divided into apartments. It looked comfortable from the sidewalk. "Let's sit on the porch for a little while.We may as well enjoy the weather before Winter sets in. You've never been through a Winter here, have you?" "No, but I know all about how shitty Winter can be." The porch had a swing and we sat there. I had a pack of Marlboro Lights in my jacket pocket, and really wanted one. "Mind if I smoke?" "No way! You smoke? I can't believe it. Go ahead....and I might ask you for one later." I lit up and just gave him one now. Smoking is bad for you, but inhaling tobacco combined with moist September air is just so nice. It's a nourishment I needed. "This is a nice street, Mark. Peaceful.." "I guess. I feel safe here. The landlord packs a gun and is a republican asshole." He smoked with me as we stared at nothing. And everything. What a great day! Mark stretched out his big legs on the stairs. "Why do you wear shorts and sandals this time of year?" "It's not a fashion statement or anything. I just hate doing laundry. I don't wear underwear...ever." "Oh. Me too. But what are you going to do when it's below zero outside?" "That's too far away. I don't even know what I'll be doing in the next five minutes. Got any suggestions?" Oh God! Really? Was I being seduced? Was something going to happen? "I think you already have a plan, Mark. Am I right?" "Sort of. Let's go inside." We stood up and brushed our selves off a little.He lived on the first floor. "Well, this is it." It was way bigger than my dorm room, high ceilings and carpet. The interior was a little shoddy with cheap paneling. "Nice. Do you have noisy neighbors?" "We did. There was some long-haired dude next door who practiced his electric guitar at all hours, but we got him kicked out. The girls above me play dippy music sometimes, but I can live with that." Mark had a separate bedroom. That must be nice. He was actually living like a grown-up and I was a little jealous. "This is nice." "Well, just relax. I'm going to get out of these damp clothes." I sat on the bed and tried not to stare as he got naked. I finally got to see his dick. It looked pretty average. but only because his body was so big. "You're not built like a swimmer, Mark. You have a great build, but it's more like a rugby body." "Just touch me. I need touch and so do you." I stood up and moved to hug him. "No, Take those damp clothes off first. All of them." I uncomfortably undressed in front of him. I had an inconvenient boner which made it even more awkward. Luckily, Mark had gotten a nice fat erection while watching me. We embraced and I just melted into his arms. A big, built god was holding me. I couldn't help but kiss him on the mouth. We stayed like that for a small slice of eternity, lips locked and boners touching. I held his full, firm ass in my hands. We both expressed our desires with moans. Yes! This is what Fall was meant for! There was no chill in the air as I absorbed the incredible heat from his skin. "This feels so good, Mark." "Yeah. I want it go on forever, but I am really, really ready to go further. Are you?" "Yeah." "Any further and there's no going back. You realize that, right?" "I do. I understand." "Make sure you really do. I have no condoms here." "Let's go to bed." He practically threw me on his unmade bed. It smelled like him, like a man. Mark was on me like a starved animal, grunting and gnawing at my neck. His weight sunk me deeper into the mattress. I could barely move -- he was right about there being no going back. His mouth was like a separate wet beast. Kissing and chewing my face. "You ever had a dick in your mouth?" He was practically out of breath. I never had. "Not yet." I'd imagined sucking a penis for many years. I almost knew what it would be like. He shifted a bit and aimed that dick right at my left eye. He had to move one leg a little so I could grasp it. I swear I could feel his pulse in the organ. It was the most natural thing in the world for me to put it between my lips. I tasted man flesh and Fall. "You like that? You like blowing me? Just watch the teeth. Wish we could do it longer, but I'm very close.I'll fertilize your throat if you want...or we can do this right." I pulled my mouth away long enough to tell him he was in charge. I just was not capable of a decision.Orange and brown flashes of light went off in my brain. "OK. At least I have some lube here. Lay back and try to relax a little. It will probably hurt, but it won't last long...I'm about to bust." The next ten seconds were a swift changing of bodies. There was a wet sound as he squirted a tube of stuff all over his dick Then he fingered my naked anus with it. And then I was staring at the chipped paint on his ceiling with Mark spreading my legs far apart. I was practically doing the splits. I knew where I was and what was happening. A man with a disease was about to fuck me. His dick found an opening and moved in. "NO!!!" "Sshhh. I've got neighbors. It get's better." He just kept going inside, deeper and deeper. Further. My horniness made up for the pain. I was focused on him and his beautiful face. He sped up a little and then a lot. "Ahh. Ahh. I'm breeding you, Mr. Poet. Here's my SEED!" He heaved and seemed to almost fall asleep on top of me. I felt a big part of him become a big part of me. He sighed with relief and fell over next to me. His fingers played with my hair a little and then he was snoozing. Once I heard his breathing get really deep, I reached over and opened the window next to the bed. That smell made sense now. This was always going to happen -- I just had to wait for it. I pulled the comforter over us and dozed off myself. "Hey! You can sleep if you want to, but I thought you should know it's almost five." Shit! If I'd had my regular art history nap, I wouldn't have slept so soundly. I got up and oriented myself for a few seconds. I needed to go. The dining hall closed at 6:30. "I need to leave, Mark. But, thank you." "Thank YOU! I needed that so badly. You were in my dream." I put on my mostly-dry clothes and wondered how to say 'good bye'. Would he walk me to the door? "Well. Have a good evening." "Promise me something, Evan. Promise you'll write a poem for me every day." "I'm not a poet, Mark." "Well...try. Or leave a love note. Every single day." "Yeah. OK." "Give it to me or leave it in my mailbox on the porch." He turned over and resumed sleeping. I showed myself out without really thinking about locking the door. The walk back to the dorm was made a little difficult by the pain in my insides. I absorbed the Autumn smells and felt blessed. I did indeed write a poem or note for Mark every day. I saw him so often that it seemed silly, but it was our thing. By next Fall, he had moved without a word. That didn't stop me from writing him every day for the rest of my life.

I texted Peter and told him Travis had been here and was out the door, he said that was quick and I told him thank god, but the load was big. Peter told me zack could be over in a few if I wanted it, I told him I would have to change the time for college boy but yes send him over. Zack got to my house about 15 mins later, he just walked in like he owed the place and asked why I was not on my knees waiting. I just gave him the look of, what the fuck. He told me that Peter had filled him in on what was going on and if was I being a cum slut, that I should act like one and be treated that way. So I got on my knees and started undoing his pants, his belt buckle was one that you could write on and the comment was 8.5 with a smiley face, lol. Got to love this kid. I got the pants down and could see that he was wear a jock, which was hot. He grabbed my hair and said lick my pouch bitch. Here was this kid/punk, acting like he was my master and it was hot. I started to lick and suck on the pouch of his red jock. It had a salty/pre-cum/piss taste to it. He was still holding on to my head and pushing it into his crotch. He pull my head back with one hand and the other pulled out his dick. It was long and thick with a hood that was covering his head. He told me to swallow it all in one or he would hold me there till I did. That he didn't care if I gagged or not, but the cock was going to be down my throat. Well, I didn't get it all so he was true to his word. He had hold of the back of my head and was bucking his hips, trying to get the last inch or so in my throat. I was gagging and spit was coming out my noise and around his cock. He told me to get it in or I would drown on my own spit. After a few more hard humps, his cock got in, 1/2 inch at a time, he held me there for a few second and then withdraw. There was spit all over his cock and my face, he looked down at me and said that he always wanted to do that to someone. Plus, all the spit would be great for lube. I just choked for a min and smiled. Then he got a grin on his face and told me to get back on him cock, that I was going to get him off in ten mins or he would get himself off by fucking the hell out of my throat without concern. I started sucking him and tried to deep throat him. I was working a good pace up and trying to get him off but couldn't do it. About 8 mins into it, he decided that he would change the rules and grabbed my head. He was fucking my mouth and trying to go deep again. He was going to town on my mouth, his cock was going so fast in and out of my mouth I just kept it open. He started to buck the hips and said he was close, he told me to not swallow. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and jerked it fast. He put the head on my lips and said not to swallow. He pulled back the hood and started to shoot in my mouth. I just sat on my knees and looked up at him. He pulled his dick back a little and wiped the little bit left on my cheek. He looked at me and said how hot it looked to have his load setting in my mouth like a pool of cum. He told me to spit out the load into a glass. I did as I was told, then he said I could swallow the rest in my mouth. Standing there with a glass of cum in my hand, he asked if I knew why I was not to swallow. I said I didn't know, he laugh and told me that he was going to pour a little on my hole and work it in. That he was going to work the whole load into my ass and not fuck me till it was all in me. He told me, that if he was going to fuck an ass with a load in it, that his load should have been the first and will be the last. He is a little dirty fucker and I was loving it. I was going to have to get him in my circle of fucks. He had me get on my back with my legs up in the air, he poured some of the cum on my hole and pushed it around with his cock head and would push just the head into my ass. He did this till all the cum was out of the glass and then put the glass upside down over my mouth. He told me that if I thought the throat fucking was hard, that this was going to kill me. With that he pushed all the way in with just one push. He bottomed out and pulled all the way out again. His cock come out with a pop and some cum. He got mad and said to keep the cum in me, then he was balls deep again and out. He told me to enjoy the fucking I was about to receive. Then he was back in and out as quick as he could go, it was intense and a little painful. He had my legs up on his shoulders and was fucking the cum out of my ass. He kept telling me that I was nothing but a slut and I need to get fucked by him daily. That his load was the one to knock me up and that I would be his slut from now on. That he knew Peter was coming back for more and that it would not feel as good as the fucking he was giving me. That I was so much a slut, that after Peter fucked me. I would most likey call him so i could feel a mans cock in me again. I knew my ass was leaking cum, with him pulling all the way out the way he was. As he was fucking me, he keep telling me how much of a slut I was and that the only good cum came from his cock. He was on a power trip and was loving it. The long dicking started to turn into short pulses and we were face to face, he was moving at an amazing speed. He was like a machine, he had one speed and it was wide open. He looked me in the eyes and told me I was going to thank him for the load when he was done and if I was lucky he would come over after Peter and fuck me again. He said that he liked a sloppy hole, but next time I do a slut day. He was going to be the first and last loads, that he shouldn't have to fuck a sloppy hole unless his load was the first one. As he saying all this, he is still going full speed on me. He grabbed my head and locked his elbow under my shoulders, I was trapped. He changed up a little and was now just pulling out just two maybe 3 inches and slamming it home. His hips were slamming into me, he was trying to get every centimeter of cock in me. He told me he was going to cum in me, that I was going take it. He asked if I wanted it now and was I ready to get a mans load. His hips started jerking and he was in me as deep as he could get. He told me he was going to flood me, that he always shoots a big loads on the second load if not bigger, bigger then the first. He grabbed my head hard, pushed in as deep as he could and screamed " here it cums, take it bitch". , "take my cum". When he was done, he fell on top of me, with his dick still in me. He licked my ear and told me I was a good bitch and happy I was in heat. He reach between us and started to jerk my cock. As he is jerking me, he told me to say it. I was still in a state of bliss and don't know what to say. He jerked me harder and told me to say it. A light bulb come on and I thanked him for his load. He was jerking me harder and said say it. I then thanked him for his man cum. He eased off the hard jerking and just jerked me. He started to round his hips nice and slow and jerked me. It felt good, he told me to get ready to cum soon or he would fuck me again and I would not get to cum till after He did again. I told him to jerk me fast, that I was getting close to blowing my load. So, instead of speeding up, he just stop all together. He looked at me and smiled, " you get to cum, when I fuck you later tonight" he informed me. He gets up and started to get dress. I'm watching this little punk kid with a long uncut cock between his legs pull his jock up. Im laying there thinking, this little fucker just bred me with that thing and how fucking hot he looks in the jock. I'm losing my mind I think. To much cum on the brain or in my ass. He looks down at me and smiles again, it that evil smile he had when he came in the door. Who is next he ask, I tell him it's college boy. He asked a few questions about college boy and says he knows him. That they have jerked off once, that they were going to blow each other but it was to thick to get in his mouth. So they just jerked each other off. Then he looks at me with that smile and licks his lips. He say, Your hole is going to be so big after he is down with you, maybe Peter and I can double fuck you after he is done. I just laugh and say no. I'm not getting double fucked. He walks over to me and grabs my head, you will if I want you to, got it. Lets just say, that I may bottom and i like an aggressive guys in the bedroom. But, I do have a line and its one not to cross. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the floor with me. I caught him off guard and he hit the floor a little hard. It stunned him and I was going to get some tension off my chest. I rolled him over and got between his legs. That little white ass was up, with the red strips on the cheeks. I didn't think I was going to get to top today, but he pissed me off and I was going to show him that fucking with me was a bad idea. He started to fight me a little and kept saying no. To bad for him, I had his arm behind his back and just keep push it up more. The more I pushed, the more he was laying flat. He finally laid all flat out on his stomach. I informed him he could get fucked easy or hard. His choice, but I was getting my ball blues off and he was going to take it one way or the other. How do you want it, I asked. He finally gave in, pushed his ass up a little. I let go of his arm and grabbed his cheeks, spreading them apart. I looked down on his smooth cheeks with a little pink hole. I leaned down and started licking his hole. I munch on his hole for a little and tried to push some spit up inside of him. I finally pulled back and press my head at his hole. I asked he if he was ready for a quick fuck, that I would not be lasting long but he would be getting my blue balls cum. He said he was ready as could be and to please use some lube. I just laughter and spit in my hand and rubbed it on my cock, there is your lube I told him and with that I pushed in. I started fucking, I was not going to last long and wanted to get my nuts off. I have the fifth guy coming soon and need to clean up a little. So with no grand act of a sex god, I lasted maybe five mins and dropped my load in him. I pulled out and wiped my dick on the band of his jock. I slapped his ass and told him thank you.lol. After that, zack got dress and said he be back later with a surprise. I jumped in the shower to wash away the sweat and the smell of sex.

I too am a 80's survivor. Born in 64, I naturally hit my "stride" in the 80's. Moved from a small town to a nice sized city to go to college. New kid in town, new meat. 5 gay clubs in this city, 3 ABS, 2 adult theaters. I didn't know enough to pick a role so to speak, I just went with whatever was happening at the time. I NEVER, ever wore a condom!! And never had one used on me until well into the 90's and then, it was twice. So, at 53, I have never wore a condom. At 53, I have had exactly 2 used on me. By the same guy. He was positive, newly positive. Thing is, he had already fucked me bare. I don't mean to sound like a slut but, keep in mind, the sex was flowing in the 80's and I was smack dab in the middle of it. I get tested yearly. Still neg. I have knowingly been with 2 different guys in the late 90's. Both full blown. Both fucked me multiples. Nothing. In fact, on died not 2 weeks after our last fuck. I did get one STD. I got Hep B as my 21 birthday present. Missed the 1st 6 weeks of fall qtr at UAB. But miraculously kept up. Otherwise, that's it. I think that is one reason why, since I am longing to become a Poz Man, it is so frustrating. I want to be complete more than anyone can imagine. But....

Yes, this is a thing. You have a protein in your body called CCR5, this regulates chemokine reception on your white blood cells. HIV infects you by hijacking your white blood cells through CCR5 and spreading to your organs. People can have a certain mutation called CCR5 Delta 32 (manifesting as II, DI or DD for no copies, 1 copy or 2 copies) which messes this process up. Most people have no Delta 32 mutation, about 10% of white people have 1 copy of the Delta 32 mutation, this does nothing for preventing HIV but it slows the process for which HIV turns to AIDS. Some people, more than you think at around 1% of whites, have 2 copies of CCR5 Delta 32, you inherit a copy from both your parents. When you have 2 copies of CCR5 Delta 32 you no longer have a proper vector for HIV to spread in your body, you become extremely resistant to HIV. Not immune, but resistant to the point of almost immunity. I am one of these people. When I turned 19 7 years ago I started trying to get pozzed, I found poz tops who were hvl and took so many loads anon, but nothing. Eventually I dated a poz top for a year, he wasn't on meds and I was getting his loads constantly for that year and still I was neg. When we split he fucked one of my friends and pozzed him immediately. I felt completely betrayed and envious. That's when I started looking into it and learned about CCR5 Delta 32. Last year I looked to see how I could learn if I had it and found that 23andme does a check for that as part of the DNA screening (Ancestry and Navigenics do not test for CCR5) and I did that, it's a bit pricy at $250, but when I got my results I checked and I was CCR5 Genotype DD, meaning I have 2 copies of Delta 32 and am extremely resistant. I still try, taking lots of anon loads and hoping, but the chances are extremely slim. If you have been trying to get knocked up for a while and it just isn't happening, I suggest you get yourself tested too, you might be resistant.

The last bare load I took was yesterday evening. I'd been chatting to a guy on Grindr, and it turned out that we had a surprisingly large amount in common. We both work in the same profession, and it turned out that we had gone to the same university at the same time, but now lived on the other side of the world. I had a day off, but he was working, so he agreed to come over to mine after work. And when he arrived I was not disappointed. He was good looking, slim and well toned. After a bit of a chat in the living room, we moved to the bedroom, and started kissing and undressing each other. It wasn't long before we were both naked. I moved from kissing him to sucking his dick - about 6.5", thin, but with a big mushroom head, and got him nice and wet, and I could taste pre-cum dripping from his slit. We kissed a bit more, then I applied some lube to my ass and his cock, and I laid him down and straddled him. He'd wanted to use condoms when we'd chatted on Grindr, but now that it came to it, he was happy for me to slide down on his raw cock, which slipped into me nice an easily. I rode him for a good 5-10 minutes, enjoying the feeling of being in control of his dick, before we swapped positions, so that I was on my back, my legs around my head, and he was ploughing my ass with long, deep strokes. He really knew how to hit the spot, and the fuck he gave me in that position felt fantastic. He had to slow down a couple of times, to stop himself from cumming too quickly. And being in that position meant he could also lean over to kiss me as well, whilst fucking me. After another 10 minutes in that position we swapped positions again, this time I got on all fours and presented my ass to him, and he slid his raw dick into me. This led to a more primal fuck, and he really went for it, while I begged for his load in my ass, which he gave me after just a few minutes. It felt great to be flooded with all his cum. I still hadn't cum myself by this point, so I got him back on his back, straddled him, so that I could feel his cockhead up against my hole, and jacked off until I spewed a load all over his chest and abdomen. It felt great! Hoping we can do it again sometime soon!

How do you compartmentalize honesty, trust, loyalty, responsibility, commitment? I know that I'm surprisingly uptight and judgmental on this subject, and I won't apologize for it. I've been cheated on, and I will never condone or excuse anyone for making anybody else feel the way it made me feel. If getting fucked in the ass is more important to you than your wife is, divorce her. If she's more important, stop cruising and get a squirting dildo and introduce it into your play with her. My final statement is a question. What do you think will happen when this hot daddy (or his replacement, because if you can justify it to yourself once you can justify it to yourself every time) gives you an STD and you pass it on to her?

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty-Two I stood there waiting for Dad to reveal more about Dax. The two of them were standing close, just looking at one another. “Tell him, Drew,” Dax said. “Matt, Dax is your Grandfather, he's your mother’s dad” my Dad said to me. After everything I had learned about Dad since going in the basement, what I had experienced, this really didn't come as much of a shock to me. “Is Dax, or um, Grandpa poz as well” I asked. “Yes son,” Dad said. “Matt, your Dad and I had a physical relationship when he was married to your mom” Dax said. “Fuck buddies” I said. “Yes, you could say that,” Dad said. “Your Dad accidentally infected me,” Dax said, “and it changed my life for the better” “Wow!” I said. “So son, the strain that runs my veins, runs through yours and your Grandfather” Dad said. “One big poz family” I said. “In two weeks we are going to met Dax and make a little magic together” Dad said. I was intrigued, what the hell did that mean. “What are we going to do?” I asked “You will see” Dad said. “Just so you know, Matt, your gang bang film is the hottest thing I've seen” Dax said. “Yeah son you should be in pictures” Two weeks. The if the wait doesn't kill me, the anticipation will.

Consciousness slowly crept back over Jason as he tried to piece together fragments figuring out where he was and what was going on. Before he opened his eyes, he could feel that he was laying on his chest, onto of some cold plastic material. His arms were sore and he could feel that they were restrained to this bed and positioned above his stretched out body. He could feel his legs had been stretched apart and he could feel himself rubbing against the table as if some force was pushing him from behind sliding him up and down. As more sensations slowly began registering in his mind, he realised how sore his throat was, if felt cracked, sore and broken. Then he began to feel an enormous pain in his gut, a crippling pain that made him feel like he had been kicked hard in his balls, a constant throb. Then as more of the room began coming back into his vision, he realised what was causing the pain in his arse. Once again he was being raped. He began thrashing against the bed, trying in vain to throw the unknown rapist off him, but he was restrained and could do little but move under the force and weight of the cock thrusting in and out of his spread hole. He cocked his head back trying to get a view of who was fucking him, tried to shout out for them to stop, but his throat felt so brutalised, only a broken feeble croak emerged. “Doctor?” a voice said from behind him “Doctor, I think he's finally waking up” “Awww yes thank you Daniel, now if you would be so good as to finish off the patients first course of treatment” The Doctor walked round into Jason's view and knelt down to look him in the eyes “ Now Jason I'm afraid there have been some complications and many things we need to discuss” The rapist, now known as Daniel continued his assault on Jason's hole, the thrusts picking up speed. Jason wondered how big this dick was, and why he couldn't seem to clench his arse shut to stop it. “Now listen Jason, focus on me theres a lot to discuss. Daniel here is just giving you your last course of treatment for the day. I'm afraid you've been unconscious for a few hours now and we've needed to start treatment right away. You've contracted a number of sexually transmitted diseases, hence the various discharges and sores you've no doubt seen on your body. It is very likely that you have contracted HIV as well however the tests have no come back positive yet as it can take three months to show a result”. Jason's eyes bulged and began to tear up as the Doctor's words penetrated him. Having the clap was one thing, but HIV? Him? It couldn't be possible, there must be a way out of this, something to fix him surely. “Now don't panic yet. There is a chance you haven't got HIV and this is what Daniel is helping you with. Whilst you were unconscious we have had four other men fuck and shoot their sperm inside you. They are all carrying different strains of HIV” Jason's mouth shot open and a high pitched croak emerged as he began thrashing against his restraints again. “Now, now stop that Jason, listen, this is all for your own good. We are trying to build up your bodys natural resistance to the HIV virus. Its not widely known, but frequent exposure can build up the bodies own defences. If you have not caught the virus, this method should in theory help your own immune system become stronger and fight it off in future” Jason was trying to comprehend what was going on. Did this make any sense? He might have HIV, he might not? But by getting men with HIV to fuck him he might gain resistance, but why would he want that if he didn't have it? This wasn't a habit, this wasn't suppose to happen again! What was going on. “...please....” croaked Jason “...please I don't understand... I don't want this”. Then with an almighty groan, Daniel grabbed Jason's thighs and thrust deep inside and began shooting his toxic load, dumping pump after pump of hot fresh dirty cum deep inside Jason's sloppy hole. “Well done Daniel, thank you for your assistance. Jason if you would be so kind as to clean Daniel up as thanks for his assistance as I finish off your treatment back here”. The doctor walked behind the restrained patient and began searching the various equipment tables. Daniel stepped in front of Jason and opened Jason's mouth. Unceremoniously he slide his softening cock inside Jason's mouth. Jason had no fight left in him and he allowed Daniel to squeeze his lips, collecting all the various juices from his arse leaving them pooling inside his mouth. Daniel whispered into Jason's ear “Next time I want a thank you and a little more courtesy punk. I expect a lot more respect from the dirty pigs that I'm expected to fuck”. Jason closed his eyes and pushed his head into the plastic mat underneath him, trying to hide as Daniel walked away leaving him in the room with the Doctor. Jason could feel more pressure being applied as he felt something being pushed up inside his arse. “Right there we go Jason, its going to feel a bit uncomfortable at first, however this plug, should keep things nice and safe up there. You arse has had a lot of trauma and it needs to heal, as well as needing frequent loads. This plug will keep the rectum and inner walls stretched which will enable them to heal quicker”. Jason could feel the thickness and felt full but it also felt good for his arse to feel tight again, even if it was because it was wrapped around something. “Now Jason, there is more to show you, and this may cause some upset. But I want you to know that this will be fine”. He began unbuckling the various restraints holding Jason in place and slowly helped Jason to his feet. “I know this is going to be a shock but remember you're in the right place”. Jason slowly looked down and collapsed into the Doctor's arms as he placed him into a nearby chair, the butt plug thrusting inside him. Jason's cock and balls were bulbous, a gargantuan mass of bruised flesh. His foreskin bulged over a chubby mass while his ball sack was stretched beyond comprehension. Jason's hands tenderly stroked his ball sack expected there to be pain, however a tingled sensation tickled him as he gingerly checked the area. His small sack now being the size of a football, heavy and weighted with fluid. His dick was now misshapen and blobbed in areas. It didn't feel erect, however the fluid inside gave it the appearance. Wrapping his hands around the flesh he tried to pull the skin down to see his cock head but the fluid prevented him from exposing any of it. “Now Jason this was part of the examination, however unfortunately my nurse accidentally inserted too much saline into the testicles which has caused your penis to enlarge as well. This will be slowly absorbed into your body, however this may take 10-14 days to reduce significantly”. The doctor rolled Jason's chair to his desk and sat behind it. “Right now we need to discuss a drug regime. Before you go I'm going to give you an injection for one of your infections. It is strong so you may want to get yourself home and rested in bed as soon as possible. I'm going to give you a course of pills for the next 14 days at which time I expect you to come back so we can do a follow up examination”. Jason stared almost blankly at the information being presented to him. He couldn't comprehend how much his life had changed in such a short space of time. “Now you will be on two drugs. This blue diamond pill you will be expected to take three times a day, with breakfast, lunch and dinner. This small yellow pill should be consumed at breakfast once a day”. The doctor pushed two bottles in front of Jason, and the two tablets across the desk with a glass of water. “Take these now, no time like the present”. Jason took the pills swallowed them and continued to look blankly ahead. “Right now if you could place your arm on this pillow for me” said the Doctor as he walked round to the still naked Jason, taking his arm and placing it on a pillow placed in his lap”. The doctor took a syringe from his pocket and placed it into Jason's right arm, taking a tight grip of Jason's bicep he plunged the contents into Jason's vein. In a quick movement the Doctor removed the syringe and let go of Jason's bicep as he threw his head back and began to cough. “Now lets get you dressed and home” said the Doctor as he proceeded to pull Jason's tracksuit bottoms up his legs and pulled his polo shirt over his head covering his bruised battered body. Jason's eyes were glazing over from the 'medication' the doctor had given him. The doctor lifted Jason, placed the two bottles of medical Ecstasy and viagra into Jason's pockets and walked him barefoot out the door into the surgery reception. “An appointment has already been made Jason, so we will text you the details a few days before as a reminder”. Jason's walked bright eyed through reception and outside into the early evening. Any thought of how to get home or what to do was no where to be found. He stood still. Slowly blinking, his clothes dishevelled and his saline pumped cock bulging out the front of his trackies. A big hand came and rested on Jason's shoulder, reassuringly squeezing and leading him to walk in the direction of a nearby vehicle. Jason was beginning to spin out from the E and Tina he had just been slammed with but he recognised the thick sweet voice in his ear. “Poor little Rabbit, don't worry, you let Dean get you home safe and sound”

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend two weeks with her sister at some spa. She does this quite often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First, just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart, but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See, although I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret: every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey, we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work. Just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slid into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought, but before I let it go too far I got dressed and headed out. All day while at work I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. I ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once as I could feel the precum, which felt super slick, particularly when I was walking, dripping between my legs and over my ass. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. As I got home climbed out of my car, I saw my neighbor and waved hello. My wife and I are friendly enough with his husband and he, and we occasionally exchange invitations to parties. He and his husband moved in about three years ago and they are a sweet couple. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere. Fuck it, there was no one home but me to bitch, so I could do whatever I wanted. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and (naturally) where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around more or less naked. In addition, the garage just smells amazing. I felt a little self-conscious as I passed in front of several windows, but part of me was enough of an exhibitionist that I sort of liked the idea that I might be caught. In any event, when I reached the fridge I grabbed my Berlin XXX and, again a little self-conscious, I hesitated for only a moment before I twisted the cap and took a sniff, then another, and another, and yet another. A flush came over me so, of course, I took another deep breath. The slightly smell of the garage, gasoline and unfinished lumber, combined with my own body musk, overwhelmed me. By now the idea of being watched also made my cock twitch. Before I could change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and started working my nipples. The popper rush flooded my senses, invoking a guttural moan. My hand wandered down, pulled aside the jock pouch, and took my cock to task. Seven uncut inches, possessing lots of foreskin, and dripping precum, stood straight up from my dense bush. With deep pleasure my hand began to jack myself. Each time I raised my arm I caught the scent of my pits, and a sense of deep satisfaction controlled me. This was what it was to be a man. I managed to grab the bottle and take another couple of hits, but never did I pause in pleasuring my cock. Fuck, it was so hot: mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little manly smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just wanted to shoot my load so bad,and after four more hits and I can’t help it: the sweat dripped off me as I fucked my hand. I ran my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salty sweat mix. It tasted so good. I was getting closer and could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Just to push myself over the edge, I grabbed the bottle of poppers to take another hit when I heard a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking, capped the bottle, shoved my dripping cock back in my jock strap, I cast about to hide the poppers, and settled on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock. Then, making my way to the front of the house, I grabbed some running shorts and a tank top from the laundry room, pulling them on within seconds, and opened the front door - a little sweaty, perhaps, but respectable. To my surprise, my my neighbor was standing on the stoop, dressed in some running gear. “Hey, I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, so I figured to invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out. You look a bit flushed” I paniced a bit and without thinking just replied 'Sure', and asked what time he wanted to get together. "We usually run around 6:00 during the summer. We head from our development through the park at the end of the block, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored." I paused for a second, and without thinking shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The bottle move in my pouch and and involuntary 'Fuck' crossed my mind as it slid out of the leg of my shorts and hit the carpet. Thankfully if bounced behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. In any event, I confirmed I'd be over at 6:00 PM for a run and, upon closing the door, I fall against it, breathing heavily, completely relieved I had managed not to let on what I was doing. Then, taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Yeah, I know it's stupid to shower if one is going running, but I knew there was a ton of crap on my back that I had picked-up from the garage floor. Afterwards I got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh jock and clean running shorts, checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors'. Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black under armour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door. Within seconds Tom's husband Mike opened the door. The two men are different as night and day. Tom is big and more built with dark hair somewhat like mine while Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard: all three of us have thick, dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike was shirtless, but still wearing his dress trousers. “Hey, Tom said you were joining us. Come on in and take a seat. I just got home and need to change, but I'll be right down. If you want a drink or just to chat, Tom is out on the back deck.” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard, probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. But you might as well finish it off. I'll make Mike another. The other bottles don't have the supplements, so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. But who knows? Maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, I had no idea what he added to the water, but I could definitely feel the additives kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and was positively antsy to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after ten minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seemed hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike took the lead, then Tom. I found myself working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock. I could feel the precum as it joined the stream of sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated remarking "I'm covered with sweat." Mike laughed answering "So are we. Stop being stupid and take a load off your feet." “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” With that, Tom smiled at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse? I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room where I found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits. Fuck, it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard, so I almost involuntarily began a one-handed slow jack of my cock, as my other hand played with my soapy balls, and also tickled the area behind them, which naturally caused me gasp in pleasure. I began to wander and let my finger slide further right against my hole, making small circles around my hole. Involuntarily I found myself gasping lightly. Fuck, it was amazing. Lubing myself with some soap, I began playing with my hole in earnest. I was surprised with what ease my finger slid into my hole - first one, then a second, and finally a third. Forgetting my cock, I went to town on my hole, plunging my fingers in and out. I found mself struggling not to openly groan. Then - well, holy shit: a fourth finger slid into my hole. It felt amazing. Maneuvring carefully, I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor. “You okay in there, neighbor?” asked Tom's somewhat muffled voice. Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. Assuming they had laid out clothing for me somewhere, I stepped into the hallway and approached the master bedroom, looking for my hosts. While I didn't see any clothing set aside for me, nor did I see my hosts, but I did see Mike’s blue jock cast on the floor. In any event I assumed it was his. On impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the door I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You need some clothing. Just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you.” With those instructions, he walked back down the hall. I'm not sure why I did so, but I slipped on his used jock. It was super tight on my butt, still it felt great. Checking out Tom's drawers, I found some basketball shorts and a tank appeared to be the right size, so I pulled the clothing on and went downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner.

Dad's Basement Part Thirty-Three As I sat in the passenger’s seat of Dad’s big truck, heading to Dax’s or Grandpa’s not sure what to call him yet. I thought about the last two weeks. No sex, no jerking off, nothing. I found it really hard to keep my hands off my dick, or even Dad’s dick. One night I even snuck into his bed and tried to suck off his cock while he was sleeping, only to get a smack on the back of my head. My ass got a smack on another time, when Dad caught me pulling on my cock. Dad even threatened to put me back into chastity. Dad and I were both ready for fun, but I wasn't sure exactly what kind of fun. My cock was semi hard in my jeans and by the look of Dad’s crotch so was he. Bastard knew what was about to go down. “So, where is pops place?” I asked. “Pops?” “Yeah, can't call him Dax and Grandpa doesn't sound right” I said. “Oh he is going to love that!” “Seriously Dad, where are we going” “Well, it's not to an area of town that you should go alone” Dad said, “it’s in the old industrial section” “That's where he lives” I asked “Nope, it's where he works, or does his work” he said, “you will see, just wait” “Not going to spill the beans, are ya Dad” “Nope” he said grabbing his crotch. I looked out of the truck window, watching the rundown buildings and empty lots going by. Every now and then I would see a group of women on a street corner, hookers. Hell, I saw a couple of men standing on a corner, male hookers. Dad pulled up to a gate for a fenced in lot. He honked his horn. The gate jumped and started to open. Dad drove through the gate. The gate automatically closed while we were parking. The lot was barely lite. We got out and moved toward a door with a painted warning in it. My eyes widened when I was able to make it out clearly. “WARNING: Radioactive materials stored inside.” I looked at Dad and he just shook his head and laughed. He knocked three times and paused then knocked again. I laughed, was that just a secret knock. The door opened and Dad moved through. I paused and then followed. Inside was just as lit as the parking lot. I moved quickly to catch up with my Dad that I didn't even look to see who opened the door and let us in. Dad had stopped outside another door. “You ready for this?” he asked me. “Yeah Daddy,” I said. Dad knocked on the door four times then waited. After few second he kicked it twice and then knocked. “What the fuck Dad,” I said, “secret knocks?” Before he could answer I heard locks clicking open, multiple locks. The door opened, but just enough for part of a face to be exposed. “The wind blows AIDS up my ass” Dad said. I couldn't hold it, I busted up laughing. The door slammed shut, causing Dad to turn to me and say: “Good job numb nuts” Before I could answer the door opened. The light shining inside was blinding. As my eyes adjusted, they widened. I could not believe my eyes on happening inside the large warehouse.

I only fucked raw twice pre-Prep. Now, that I love raw sex, I really don't want to have sex with condoms anymore. Currently not on Prep, but I'm having a bit of raw sex still. I would love just to continue raw fucking and forget about getting HIV, but the thought lingers...

scrolling thro here and randomly saw this about me lol. can't wait for u to come back sexy

TORONTO - Just took a late night anonymous load at my hotel by a 25 year old BBRT top. His profile has the word "Anon" in it, so we were an obvious match. We both hit the poppers and he bred my ass deep. It says in his profile he shoots big loads, from what I feel, I agree!

I loved to cruise in my earlier years. This is pre-internet time. When I was a student I went to the cruising park practically every night. Especially after the bars closed. Guys who were in the closet to their friends and didn't dare to show their face in a gay bar turned up there then. Got the most and best fucks/sucks between 2am-4am. Of course I was very young and had a tight bubble butt then Where I live there aren't any known cruising areas unfortunately. But then again, I am older now so I don't think I would be as successful as I was then.

I love this bookstore glory hole breeding at the Gulch in San Francisco. Reminds me of the slutty years that I lived in San Fran and was constantly cruising the video booths, taking anonymous, raw loads through the g/h's. Where I live now in Las Vegas is great for bookstore fucks. But there are few places as great as San Fran for anonymous, bookstore sex. https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Businessman-breeding-at-the-gulch-28273131

Part 12 Luke's training was reaching a pinical as he quickly learned his new role in life. After he was told that 'he sent a letter to his parents telling them how he got a girl pregnant, that they both dropped out school and were moving away to get married and raise their kid together. Luke knew his parents would be disappointed since they did not believe in premarital sex and he would be disowned. Steve took the opportunity to sell off the majority of Luke's property with the exclusion of his car, cell phone and laptop. This he had one of his dealers who closely resembled Luke and had him drive out west where the car was to be sold along with the laptop and any othrer identifying belongings incase they tried to find him. Just about a week and a half after Luke's first breeding, and daily breedings since then, he began to feel sick. This only made Matt increase his training. Luke needed to lear no matter how he felt, he had a job to do in pleaseing the customer. While Luke's training continued, James kept an eye on 'Bam Bam'. Every so often he would leave a little clue about what might have happened the other night. It took a full two weeks for Bam Bam to get the fuck flu. After he recoverred he received a plain brown envalope with no return adress on it n his mail box. It contained a DVD which he imediately watched on his laptop when he was alone in his dorm room. He was stunned to see himself not just begging to be fucked, but begging for each guy to breed him along with the slams he received. The video ended with an address to the county free clinic where he could get tested for HIV. He must have watched the DVD a dozen times while jacking off until he couldn't cum any more. The next day he went to get tested and sure enough, he was HIV positive. Luke was ready and puy to work earning good money for Steve. Bam Bam started to ask around trying to find the mysterious man he met at the dorm party. He vaguely remembered James talkig to him and immediately tried to hook up with him. Sure enough Bam Bam was open to not just flip fucking, but asked James about partying and about Matt. Bam Bam was not upset or mad, in fact he was relieved. Deep down he always wanted to not only fuck bareback, but to bottom too. And with wht had happened he felt a freedom he never knew existed and wanted to thank those that took him down this path. They ended up at Matt's where the three spent the night high as fuck. Matt and James explained Tina and slamming to Bam Bam as they each took Viagra while downing a little GHB. As the Viagra a G took effect Slams were prepared as both Matt and James let Bam Bam know that they each wanted to feel Bam Bam's raw dick inside them as he experiened his first bareback fuck as a top. The night, and good part of the next day, the three spent fucking and sudking. Bam Bam discovered the pure of breeding and being bred. These events made him think about his cousin who he always assumed was a closet case. When they were in their early teens they had on a few occasions 'messed around'. They came up with a plan.

RALEIGH - I had perhaps the hottest hook-up I've had in the last ten years today! Was on BBRT and got hit up by a 19 year old here in the area. He has no pics and "ASK ME" is in just about every box on his profile. His profile made him sound like a top and when we started texting I figured he wanted to breed me anonymously. I was wrong, he wanted to take my load. He couldn't host and I didn't have a hotel room at the time so we decided to fuck in a hotel bathroom near his house. I arrived to the hotel first and scoped out the situation. The bathroom was a single toilet with a lockable door right next to the front desk. Perfect, if you ask me. I texted him and let him know the set-up. He messaged me 2 minutes out and I slipped into the bathroom. I left the door unlocked and stood at the sink, pretending to be washing my hands just in case someone else came in. Sure enough, about 2 minutes later this sexy twink walks in. He had on a ball cap, t-shirt and mesh basketball shorts. He said, "Hey man, what's up!?" when he walked in. I had my pants undone and was already hard. He pulled his shorts down and revealed the most sexy twink ass I've ever seen framed perfectly by a white jockstrap (he's biracial so his skin was darker than mine and it just looked awesome with that white jockstrap!). I had told him I use spit as lube and he said that's cool. As he grabbed the handicap bar next to the toilet and presented his ass to me, he said, "I haven't bottomed in a long time." Usually, that's a warning flag. In this case, it was pure bliss. That hole was so tight and felt so amazing! I didn't think my cock would ever get all the way in but he was a champ and took the whole thing within 90 seconds. He loved the Jungle Juice poppers I brought and we passed them back and forth. For someone who doesn't bottom too often, he sure knew how to take cock!!!! I was ready to cum in less than 4 minutes... which is rare for me. I nutted right up in that boys ass..... and he didn't pull right off immediately, he kept wanting more!! Finally I slipped out and he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. This was the sexiest, piggiest slut I know! After we went our separate ways he texted me and said "WOW THAT WAS HOT." He asked my status and I told him. He also told me he's still in high school, which is soooo hot to me. What a pig!! I hope he grows up to be the next hot porn cumdump for Treasure Island!! I'll buy every video he's in!!!! Happy Breeding, pigs!

I was taking raw cocks without asking about status before PrEP. I imagine nothing would change.

This is a true story that just happened. I'm 26 and live in Newcastle, in the UK. I had just finished work and decided to go to the Eagle, which was on my way home, just for a quick beer. I had heard that sometimes one might find some fun downstairs, so beer in hand, I went into the basement to take a look. There were a few guys down there, most in their 40's and 50's. I went to the toilets at the back and in a cubicle found there was a glory hole. When I saw a finger slid through the hole, beckoning me, I couldn't resist and I slid my cock through. The guy on the other side of the glory hole was doing a really good job sucking my cock so I was thoroughly enjoying myself, when suddenly the door to my cubicle popped open. I assume I must not have locked properly. In any event, there stood a guy in his late 60's, maybe even early 70's, looking at me, my pants down at my ankles and my cock inserted into a glory hole. "Nice. You having fun?" "Yeah," I replied. He stepped into the cubicle and locked the door. Ordinarily I won't play with a guy so much older than my age, but I really didn't want to move as the guy sucking me was doing an amazing job, but when the older guy reached his hand between my legs and played with my balls, and after a minute or so, went down on his knees and began rimming my hole, I wasn't about to object. Moreover, the rim job he was giving my ass was amazing, and I went along with him when he produced some lube and pushed it into my ass. At some point the guy who had been sucking me left off, but not to worry, another guy readily went down on me, even if, truth be told, he wasn't quite as good as the original sucker. The older man, meanwhile, stood-up and wanked his cock, sliding it up and down my ass crack. "I don't want to get fucked," I commented. "What are you afraid of? You'll like this," he replied. "I'm HIV negative, and want to stay that way," I explained, still determined to enjoy the blow job.. "Don't worry, I'll wear a condom." A few seconds passed, with much rustling of a cellophane packet being torn open, and then I felt him separate my ass cheeks as his cock pushed into me. So I just let him slide his dick into my ass, and after he was balls-deep, he began fucking with an excellent rhythm that was doing all the right things to my prostate. "You like my old cock?" he asked. But I didn't answer. Between the attention to my cock and the added pressure on my prostate, I was perfectly happy. He repeated his question a couple more times, but I didn't bother answering. My acquiesence to his attention was a form of an answer. "I'm getting close," and "I'm gonna blow in your ass," were the next remarks he made, and they sufficiently got my attention that I asked "You are wearing a condom, aren't you?" "Don't worry, just enjoy it," he responded. Reading between his omissions, I responded "Dude, I'm negative. What's your status? Are you wearing a condom?" "I'm poz," he answered, once more not fully answering my questions. "You can't cum in me. I'm neg. Are you wearing a condom?" He then pushed into me hard, slamming me against the cubicle wall. I couldn't move. "Oh fuck, I"m cumming in you. Fuck, yeah, neg boy! Take my poz load. Mmmmm." he moaned as I shot my load into the throat of the cock sucker in the adjoining cubicle. As his began to fade, I managed to slide-out from his grasp, and as I did, his cock slid out of my ass. Turning, I caught a quick glimpse: as I had suspected, he was not wearing a condom. I almost can't believe this just happened, but it did.

Early this morning, I'm on Grindr and I'm smoking and the more I smoke, the more uninhibited I become. I then saw a guy with a hot body and a screen name with devil in it. He hits me up, "you bottom?" I replied, "Sure." Address? 16 minutes later he's at my door, I have it dark. He walks in takes me to the bed pushes my head toward the center of the bed while positioning my legs and ass where he wants me. In the mirror I see this 5'7" chiseled stud with a red beard and a beautifull huge fat cock and above it his cock below the band line is a bio tat. I took the can of Maximum Impact and sprayed it into a sock and inhaled deeply. As I felt the world exlpoding around me he was fucking me so intently he began to explode inside me! I reached back and with both hands, I pulled his body as close to me as possible and he pushed his poz cock as far up inside me as possible and he moaned. It was so fucking awesome.

I did a lot of cruising parks and public restrooms in my earlier years. Also I grew up in the Southeastern US which is considered the Bible Belt so there wasn't many gay bars to meet other guys. Some of the hottest times I've had were in places like this and I only managed to get arrested once by an undercover cop! I still enjoy it and find to get more dick this way than by using apps. Anyone else into "old school cruising"?

Peter moved to the door and opened it. Instead of the next man that was there to fuck my hole, the manager of the motel stood. “Why were the cop's here” he ask, “if you are doing anything illegal you fags are out of here” “Cop was here only to shoot his load in my boyfriend’s hole” Peter said. “Yeah?” the manager said. “Yeah I am setting up guys to come over and breed him” “Well, I have a huge load stored up in my big balls,” “Want to empty it up his hole” The manager nodded. He was an older man, white hair, white mustache and skin so tan that it looked almost like leather. He was thin, almost a sickly thin. He grabbed his crotch and a thick tube appeared. He pushed Peter out of the door way and came in. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of his tan skin. “He takes all loads right,” he asked, “none refused?” “Yeah buddy give me all that you got” “Gonna give you my death” He pulled his shirt out of his pants and took it off. I could see every rub, he was emaciated! His thin, bony fingers pulled on his belt and then worked on his pants button. Peter was just standing there silent, slowly pulling on his soft cock. The manager of the motel kicked off his shoes and let go of his pants. His pants fell quickly to his ankles, exposing his thin legs. There was no fat anywhere on this man. His white briefs were blinding white against his tan skin. His cock was vary hard, running across his hip on the right side under his underwear. A big bulge hung low between his legs, caused by his massive ball sac. His bony fingers hooked his briefs and pushed them down with his pants. As he stood back up he stepped out of his pants. It was then I saw his cock, it was a thick one eyed monster, about seven inches in length. His crotch and sac were completely smooth, shaved clean. “How do you want me” I asked. “Get that ass on the edge of the bed and lift those legs to heaven” “At this rate of infection,” I said, “I'm more on a path to hell” With my legs up and wide, I watched him move closer to the bed, stroking his cock on the way. Peter was staring at his ass as he walked. I saw him mouth: “Saggy ass” and “Dude is sick” Once at my ass he rubbed his cock in my crack, collecting the cum that was in there. “Won't need lube, cum and a sloppy hole, a great combination” His cock head pushed against my hole, popping inside with ease. He didn't hesitate and slammed his thick cock deep into me. His smooth crotch pressed against my ass. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wider, pulling them a little farther than my muscles would allow. He fucked fast and hard, as if he was in a rush. He pumped his cock in small motions, jack hammering my hole. His thick cock moved in and out, faster and faster. I squeezed my hole around his cock as he pumped in and out. Peter stood near by just pulling in his cock, which was just a little bit hard. “You sure you want it, bitch” the manager asked “Yes I want it” I said “You’re gonna get it,” he said, “get my AIDS” He slammed into my hole, then pulled back, only to slam into me again. I couldn't feel him shooting but by the way he was twitching and breathing, I knew he shot his load. He quickly pulled out and turned to Peter. “Not going to leave you out,” he said, “get down and clean my spent cock” Peter looked at me, as if he was questioning what the man wanted. “Get on your knees you asshole,” I shouted, “clean that cock” Peter jumped and dropped to his knees, as I got off the bed and stood next to the manager. “Taste my ass juice and every load of cum that is up my hole” Peter quickly put his mouth over the spent cock, slurping and sucking on the manager’s cock. He was making a face as if he wasn't enjoying it. “At least act like you’ enjoying it, you limp dick asshole” I said. Peter started to moan and suck on the manager’s cock with more enthusiasm, making sucking and slurping sounds as he did, until the manager pushed him off his cock. The manager quickly dressed and was out the door. “What the fuck just happened” Peter said. “We just got an AIDS load” “Yeah but from that man” Peter said. “Hey don't be an asshole, a dick is a dick”

Had a great time in my hotel room last week during a work trip. Over two nights I had more than 19 guys come by, two of them twice. Only had one jerk flake — which is a very good ratio. Most were guys from Grindr, though some were found on CraigsList. Everyone was anonymous, though obviously I did know what some of the guys from Grindr looked like, if not which ones were which. While most guys were just hard cocks for me to service, a couple were memorable. All were between the ages of 18 and 29. One guy insisted on coming only as part of a pair taking turns, and it took awhile to find him a pair. Once they both showed up, we spent an hour of them taking turns slipping their dicks through the sheet while making on their side. One came quicker than the other, but stayed until his new friend also fed me his seed. One guy was straight but his wife doesn't like to suck dick, so he snuck over. Like most straight guys I go down on, he came in just a few minutes. But it was a big load that tasted so damn good. The youngest guy was 18, and still lived at home. He had such a perfect, smooth young cock. His pubic hair had that smell that comes from underwear washed by a mom. He took forever to cum, but when he did it was gallons.... I couldn't swallow it all, a lot poured down my chin and all over my chest. I smelled like cum for the rest of the night. The last memorable guy was a college kid in his early 20s. He came pretty quickly, and then begged me to fuck him. I normally don't do anything but suck, but his cock had been so nice that I was rock hard. He bent over and pressed back against my sheet. I ate his tangy-tasting ass until he started to get loose, then I slicked my dick up with spit, and pressed in. He was tight, but he didn't fight me. After my thick head pushed in, the rest of my 7 inches slid in quickly, balls deep. I didn't have to really do a thing but stand there, as he started sliding back and forth on my dick. After a few minutes, my balls siezed up and I began to nut inside him... and then his ass started spasming as he came again. Pulling off of me, he pulled up his pants and left with my cum still inside him. I slipped around the sheet and licked his cum off the floor. Definitely the hottest guy of the trip.

Hey, Rawbros! I'm planning to be at Steamworks Toronto this Friday night from 10PM - 6 AM (I'm getting a room for 8 hours) ready for bb birthday fucking. Now being raw vers, I hope to fuck and be fucked as well. You can spot me as I have a short salt-and-pepper haircut with short salt-and-pepper beard (kind of like George Clooney). If you ask, "Are you the birthday boy?" I will answer, "Yes! Let's begin some hot, raw sex together." You might also see me in the front gloryhole area and back darkroom (the long, narrow one). Onto hot raw, primal sex on my birthday!

What if somebody else, like a long time member, set up a zoom room for people on this site? i think if this site linked to it, people who had zoom could join. it could just be a community of people who have zoom on bz getting together, but hosted by a trusted member.

Still in a daze, I jumped on his back, clean or not I was going to fuck one of my last negative loads into him right now. I didn’t care. “You get to get every load I pump out from now until I test poz, you hear me fucker” “Yes Sir.” I didn’t lube his ass or my cock. I was going in dry and I was going in fast. I lined my cock up with his hole. I could feel the heat coming off it. He was motionless under me. I began to push hard against his hole and it was not opening. I slapped the side of his hip twice and it gave up a little resistance, allowing me to pop the head in. Peter screamed a little. I grabbed a pillow with one hand and pulled his head up with his hair and forced the pillow under him. I continued to push my cock in his hole. I forced his face into the pillow. “Scream in that you fucking wimp” I said. I pushed harder into his dry hole, my dick moved quickly and hit bottom. I felt him struggle as he screamed louder into the pillow. I didn’t give him time to get use to me. I didn’t have much time, I was sure he had another person lined up for my hole. I began to fuck his hole hard and fast, slapping his hip as I did. He was screaming a lot less but still screaming from the pain. His hole didn’t feel as good as it usually did but I didn’t care I wanted him to hurt. I slammed my cock into him and shot my load. “One less neg load in me fucker” I said pulling out of him. My cock was pretty clean except for a few bright pink spots on my shaft, a mixture of cum and blood. “Go clean up fucker” Peter jumped off the bed and went into the bath room, just as his phone went off again. It was another text message. The guy would be here in fifteen minutes to poz my hole. “Next poz fucker will be here in 15” I yelled to Peter in the bathroom. He came out still wiping his ass with a wet cloth. He looked hurt and confused. “Fuck baby that’s a side I have never seen” he said to me. “You deserved it with what you did to me” “I fucking love it” he said smiling. “Piss me off again and it will come out” I went over to him and put my arms around him, hugging him tight. I stared right into his eyes. “Thank you Peter, this is going to be a great vacation” I said. I kissed him hard and deep as his phone went off again. I was hoping it was the next man saying he was hear early as we continued to kiss.

I'm an insatiable bottom. I just can't get enough dick and cum inside me. 1, 2 or 3 loads in me is sometimes just not enough. Sometimes I just need to rent a motel room, put notices on all the web sites, phone apps and Craigslist, rig my motel room not to lock, turn out the lights, kneel on the edge of the bed and make myself available to every top that walks in my room. Most of the time I lose count of how many dicks and loads I've had in me that night. Getting a dozen loads is fairly average. But I've many times had more. I love taking loads until my hole, knees and thighs just can't take any more. No doubt about it, I'm a cock whore. And proud of it.

Alot of great responses here. [Bestiality deleted] And yes, I enjoyed it alot

I've barebacked sincemail I was 16, I never liked my men wearing condoms! I always knew it was a matter of when I would get hiv not if. However I practiced caution & didn't get it until i was 49. My point being if he is barebacking he is probably aware of the risk. And if he's as open as you say he probably doesn't care. When I got hiv I bottomed for a younger man we were already nude when he told me ,and had done it a couple of times before he found out. I wanted his cock and cum so bad at the time i threw caution to the wind. I enjoyed having sex with him. Bareback bottoms love having men in us and we love having cum in us! If the two of you know the facts & can live with it fuck him raw you will both love it.

I actually was. my old man was involved with NAMBLA and I was daddy's cumdump for years along with a couple uncles and my God father- and some other neighborhood dudes. mostly Marine buddies my dad drank with. When He died, My mom sent me to a boarding schools which was 90/10 boys. being on the small side I was the cumdump for the older Boys and a few staff members got my first taste of Pain Piss and farm sex there too. And.. i was and alter boy so I was taking Raw catholic priest cock till i hit puberty. -early. - then it was my turn to fuck. here it is 30 -odd year later, i'm not even 40 and i'm a fucking pig. and i'm hard thinking about it. I was scared and really fucked up back then but OINK.. I sure do miss the old days. -especially when I was a teenager and could just grab an man's crotch and get him to feed me.

Loving the fact there are others like me out there! Keep the responses cumming! Would love to connect and chat with others in this thread so feel free to message me with your contact info.

been bred by homeless guys, guys in wheelchairs, guys in their 70s and 80s and obese smelly guys and find the feeling incredible! The nastier the top the more used i feel. i think its better than just being an anon slut on all fours or bent over something just taking loads from guys you never see.

Part 4 My whore just lay there on the dirty matress barely moving after his brutal poz fuck. I sat there looking at him while I smoked a cig. "Roll over and show me your cunt!" I ordered. Cory immediately did as told, grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, showing us his red, oozing, fuckhole. We just laughed at the slut. "He minds well." commented Andre. "Yea," I said, "he already knows there's no use in disobeying me." Standing up, I spit on his face, followed by the other two men. "You wanna sell him today man?" Asked Andre. I know a few guys who would pay for some nice teen pussy." "Hell yea I do! No since wasting time. But I wanna film it. They can wear masks, but I wanna get his whole birthday on film to sell. Any poz guys?" "Yea, a couple. How much you selling him for?" "Since he's fresh, even though his pussy is already sloppy, we'll go with $50, but they can be as brutal as they want." "Aight, I'll get the word out now, shouldn't take long." And it didn't. His first official john showed up within an hour. I made sure Cory got another big slam before I turned the guy loose on him. I had the camera set up to catch the action so I wouldn't be in the room to impede the festivities. We just handed the guy a ski mask and let him in the bedroom. We sat in the living room, smoking a fresh pipe. Soon we heard Cory getting beat, his screams making my own cock stir in my jeans. Not too long later the guy came out of the room, handed me $50 bucks and left. I could hear Cory sobbing into the matress. "That's some fucked up shit man." laughed Andre. "Yea I know, but it's hot." I replied. The scene repeated itself many times over the next few hours. The fourth guy used his belt to blister my whore's ass real good. We could hear every time the leather was laid into him, followed by a loud scream from my son. After each john left I would inspect my property to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. But other than welts and bruises, he was alright. By the end of the night, I had $700 bucks in my hand. I gave $300 to Andre, since he was basically acting as a pimp that day. So I figured $400 for sitting on my ass and smoking was pretty good. We went into the bedroom where Cory just lay face down on the matress. His body covered in the marks of his abuse. His ass had severe welts on it, as did other parts of his body. Bruises covered his arms and legs, his face a dark red from repeated slappings, and the beginning of a black eye. He looked like a real roughed up prison bitch. But we weren't finished with him yet. We stripped off our clothes, my cock rock hard looking down at my fucked up son. I laid down on the matress and grabbed Cory, pulling his body on top of mine. With no effort, I rammed my cock up his cunt, it was so loose and wet. He just moaned as I entered him. Andre moved in on top of his back, and lined his cock up to Cory's hole, and forced it in next to mine. Cory just threw his head back and squealed at this new intrusion on his already ripped and sore hole. Andre just powered in, burying himself to the hilt, then started power fucking my son. I just laid there and let him do the work. "You like that boy?" I spoke into Cory's ear. "Tell me son. Tell me you love it. Tell me you are Daddy's whore. Thank me for your birthday presents." "Thank you Daddy," Cory panted, his mind and body too fucked up to resist anything. "Thank you for my birthday. I love you Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He just repeated that over and over. I knew I totally owned him. Andre must have fucked him for 20 minutes before he blasted another load in my son. As soon as he pulled out, Jamal took his place. Cory's hole offered no resistance, accepting the log right up his trashed out hole. Cory just moaned and begged to be fucked more. I grabbed his head and planted my lips on his neck, sucking as hard as I could. Soon I left a dark red mark, and moved to a new spot. I bit down, breaking the skin and tasted blood. This sent me over the edge and I started fucking his pussy hard with Jamal. Soon we were both dumping two more loads in my sons wrecked mancunt. 22. That's at least how many loads my whore took that day. Watching later what I had taped was so hot, watching anonymous men beat and fuck my son, I couldn't wait to get it edited and online for sale. I knew plenty of sick fucks would pay well for it.

Part 4 The young guy who they called 'the gifter' lay next to Logan as he still high as fuck as 'the chemist' came in the bedroom. He handed 'the gifter' a bag of meth, several points and a bottle of water. The kid quickly prepared a couple points for himself while 'the chemist' fixed Logan's next slam. As 'the gifter' ready to administer his own slam 'the chemist' was about to give Logan his slam. The man in charge came into the bedroom and told Logan that as where his gifter was gentle the rest of the fucking he was about to get would be much rougher since Logan was to learn that his place was to please anyone he was told to please however they wanted. As 'the chemist' administered Logan's slam 'the gifter' was doing his own slam. 'The gifter' coughed out hard and began to enjoying his rush as Logan coughed out hard. 'The gifter' leaned over and kissed Logan as men began to enter the bedroom. Although Logan was the main attraction, 'the gifter' got his share of cock. Logan was kept his and high for 3 days as he was thoroughly fucked. 'The gifter' really wanted to pay attention to Logan. At one point they positioned both boys in 69 as they got fucked. Although Logan couldn't get hard he certainly enjoyed his chock being sucked. 'The chemist' kept Logan high as God while 'the gifter' took care of himself. 'The gifter' knew that Logan would be as addicted as he was and hoped that they could be party buds. After 3 days off non-stop partying and fucking it was evident that he was ready for a hard crash. 'The gifter' asked if he could look after Logan through his crash and the head man told him that he wasn't only supposed to look after Logan, he was responsible for slamming him up again, but this time he wasn't to be fucked. He could have Logan suck his cock. 'The gifter' moved to a back bedroom where they carried Logan as he passed out. The two snuggled up in bed as Logan zonked out. Logan was out could for nearly 2 days.

I layed in the sling strapped in unable to move even if I wanted to, in the monitor I could see the butt plug filling my hole. I was in a fog of after sex glow, my cock was rock hard pre cum coating my stomach. My hole felt full, but the butt plug was no substitute for the real thing. I heard voices from the other room, and then in walked my new friend, and another older guy. He was in his late 40's good shape with a smooth chest, and swinging between his legs was the biggest cock I'd ever seen in real life. It had to be 8 inches soft. He came over to the sling and stood between my legs, the other guy stood behind my head and reached out and tweaked my nipples, an electric surge running through them to my cock at just the touch, my arse clamping on the butt plug, I let out another long involunatry moan, "Jesus mate, he is a horny one" the guy between my legs started working the big fat butt plug in and out of my sloppy cunt. "Yeah you gonna fuck my hole?" the sensation of the butt plug popping in and out of my hole was amazing but no substitute for cock. He pulled the butt plug out of my hole and brought it to my mouth, I opened up and he shoved it in, I licked clean the mix of cum and my arse juice, not to mention the "special oil", while I was doing this I hadn't noticed my arm being strapped and another slam being administered, I felt it though, the sting, the warmth, then the rush as I coughed I felt the dude between my legs slide his cock all the way inside me. "Oh fuck yeah, fucking fill my cunt" I had no idea where these words were coming from, but I'd never been this horny before and all I wanted was to get slammed by his big fat cock all night long. As he started to really pound into me old mate behind me started pulling back on the sling, so each thrust would be met by my whole body slamming down onto the cock inside me, "Fuck yeah Mikey this is one hungry hole, you want my babies in your cunt don't you boy?", "Fuck Yeah, fuck my hole, fucking fill me up". He didn't need much more encouragement, and with one final deep thrust I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum unloading inside me, he must have saved up his load for a week or more, cause when he pulled out a river of cum rushed out of my hole, which was now too open to hold it in. Mikey moved from his position behind me, and as the big dicked stud moved out of the way, he knelt at my arse and started licking the cum from my hole, "oh god yeah, eat my hole" His warm tongue probing my worked over hole felt so good and I was still flying from the second the slam, I wished my hands were free so I could stroke my cock. As Mikey finished eating me out a new larger butt plug was worked inside me. They both then left the room, leaving me strapped in the sling, buzzing on chems, and ready for my next cock.

I think its safe to say this happens all the damn time. Even with people i know who almost always play it safe, will go in, or let a dick in for a little treat before they put a condom on. But just as boys will be boys, sometimes they just dont stop.

I got 5 loads last night at Slammers in Ft. Lauderdale! First one was almost as soon as I walked in the door by this TOTALLY hot top! Took a load in the mouth in addition to the 5 in my ass!