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Since lockdown started I've been using Uber to get to work which they cover cos we star our shifts at 5am, an hour earlier than before. Since Monday I've had the same driver taking me in, nice looking guy, mousy blonde hair & a nice big build. From the minute I got in the car & we locked eyes I hoped it wasn't just me imagining him to be interested. We said little if anything the first 2 mornings, Wednesday was different, he was very early & txt to say he was ready for me whenever i wanted to go. I got dressed as quick as possible and got in In the car. We locked eye on each other & I decided to flirt, I told him he had gorgeous eyes and very sexy big legs. He thanked me and said I had gorgeous eyes too and was hoping to find out. I sat forward and reached out to feel his big legs, I was rubbing his bulging dick as it got hard & asked his name. " Viktor " I asked him to get his dick out which he did. It was massive, uncut & juicy. Stroking it hard I asked if he'd like to fuck his load in my arse which I now had out. He was up for a fuck & we had plenty of time. He drove and parked behind an old pub Hampstead heath. We went a little way in then I dropped my pants and lent against a tree. He fingered spit & lube up my then shoved his big fat veiny uncut Albanian cock up my arse & plowed me hard for 20 minutes then blew his big thick load in me! Feeling his dick pulsating inside made me shoot my load. I booked Viktor to come back and get me after my shift. When I got in he wasn't wearing the heavy coat from the morning, just a t shirt that showed me his well built body was totally very muscular. I asked if he wanted to carry on breeding at my place. He did & he spend 8 hours fucking & breeding me with his endless Big thick babybabbter

Part 9 - Day 6 At Sea "Wake up sleepy" Ramon said standing at the side of Luca's bed "your coffee Luca". Luca rolled on to his back seeing Ramon there "Morning, thank you" he said sitting up. Ramon opened the curtains "It is going to be another sunny day" he said walking back towards the bed. Ramon looked down at Luca and chuckled undoing the zipper on his trousers and freeing his cock. He straddled over Luca in bed and pulled his head forward pushing his cock in to Luca's mouth. It was the last thing he wanted this morning, the semi hardness of Ramon's cock forced in to his mouth was all the encouragement he needed to change his mind. With both hands holding Luca's head still Ramon decided today he would face fuck him. Luca looked up at the smile on Ramon's face struggling to keep up with the speed of Ramon, the now fully erect cock kept hitting the back of his throat making him gag and choke. He tried breathing through his nose timing the intake when Ramon pulled his hips back, finding this more comfortable Luca stopped gagging and closed his lip around the shaft applying more pressure 'good boy' Ramon said encouraging him. As usual it didn't take long for Ramon to orgasm when he looked down at the pretty face sucking on his cock like his life depended on it. Pushing his cock in he held still allowing his orgasm to rise slowly, the pressure from those succulent lips holding his shaft made his cock bounce. Ramon moaned softly releasing his seed in to Luca's mouth 'swallow, don't make a mess' he commanded holding Luca's struggling head. Ramon chuckled and pulled his cock out 'clean the head properly' he now commanded, Luca grinned using his tongue and lips he spent a couple of minutes making sure Ramon's cock was clean. Ramon climbed off the bed and put his cock away. "Drink your coffee and go to breakfast I need to change your bed linen" Ramon said turning to leave. Luca sat there watching shaking his head "Yes sir" he replied giggling seeing Ramon wink walking downstairs. Luca walked in to breakfast with his parents noticing the table was empty apart from Oliver who was enjoying a few minutes peace reading the ship's newspaper. They chatted a while until Oliver finished his coffee and stood leave and asked Luca if he wanted to join them sunbathing later on. Agreeing they planned to meet on the Duchess terrace around midday. His parents were going to the spa for the day and Luca was thinking of joining them as he wanted to feel Andre's body again but decided against it for sunbathing. With a couple of hours to kill Luca grabbed his book from the suite and went to the Balmoral lounge to read. It was quiet apart from one table in the furthest alcove, immediately he recognised Liam's head and his laugh. Thinking it would be funny he took the alcove next to them unseen, opening his book he started to read the next chapter. He could hear some of the conversation going on as it kept interrupting his reading. James looked over at Liam "So what happened then?" he asked "did you do it?". "Oh yes" Liam replied "it helped pinching his cruise card and I could see it in his eyes he wanted me". Brad laughed "You played it so cool with him even I could see he was desperate for you to acknowledge him". "Did he complain much?" Oliver now asked sitting forward. Liam smiled "A little mostly when my beard got on his ass" he said chuckling "but man he tasted good". "How many times did you breed him then?" Brad asked putting his glass of juice down. "Once" Liam replied "and I got it in deep and held him on it. Idiot never heard me say I was breeding him". James laughed "Doesn't count though, I stealthed him first so I am still the winner of the wager". "Yeah yeah" Brad replied "but you only get $10k since I live with you" he laughed slapping James's leg. "Short changed again" James replied "when you two pay up I will take us to Tahiti for a week courtesy of Luca's ass". Brad looked at Oliver "Your the only one that hasn't fucked Luca yet" he said "you still holding out?". Oliver shrugged his shoulders "Damaged goods now" he said then laughed "yeah I still fancy him like crazy, just can't explain it". Liam shook his head "Don't be a fool Olly it could end badly if you get involved now". "I can't help it dude" Oliver replied "never met anyone like him and I think he likes me". Luca sat there in shock hearing the conversation, he had been played and was now beginning to figure out things from their conversation. Anger boiled through his blood, he knew some of it was down to his own sexual need but to have a bet on his ass was crude and unforgiving. He concentrated hearing Brad talking again. "Are you going to bed him then, you only have two nights?" Brad asked grinning at Oliver. "Let's see how today goes he is joining us at midday to sunbath" Oliver replied smiling. Luca found it hard to listen to anymore of their conversation, part of him was devastated at how Oliver spoke about him and now just wanted to fuck him. It was time to make his exit, he slid around the seat and stood up about to walk out. He stopped, fuck it he said to himself. Turning around he walked in the direction that would take him past their table. Calm and collected he made a loud closing sound of his book then walked in front of the table. The four of them looked up seeing Luca and the look on his face. Without a word he looked at Oliver with daggers and walked off, 'Luca' he heard his name being called but he purposefully strode out. "Oh fuck" Oliver said "I think he heard us" he was pushing past Liam heading after Luca. "Leave it" James called out to him then turned to the Brad and Liam "I hope he doesn't tell his parents". Brad smiled "He won't, after all I know about him and his butler" he replied with a satisfied look. Oliver stood looking but Luca had disappeared. He continued walking making his way to Luca's suite, he found Ramon cleaning who told him Luca had not been back to his suite. Giving up he walked outside to the Duchess terrace that was quieter than normal since the temperature had dropped a little. He saw the lonely figure sitting on a sunbed looking out to sea, arms folded under his knees and hunched over. He had never felt so sorry or bad for someone seeing Luca, his face expressionless like nothing made any sense. Oliver figured a shit storm was coming one way or another and decided to face up to Luca now. He sat down on the sunbed facing Luca, there was no acknowledgement as Luca continued looking out to sea. "I guess you heard the whole conversation" Oliver said looking at Luca who didn't move or look at him. Oliver shook his head "It wasn't meant to be like this" he paused "fuck of course it was at first when we saw you". He waited but still no response "It was a wager to see who could get you first. I am truly sorry and regret it now Luca". Oliver leaned closer "After I got to know you things changed but I couldn't stop the others". "I like you Luca" Oliver said "I have never liked anyone the way I like you" he waited but Luca didn't move. "I am so sorry" Oliver said standing up "I believed I found someone I could love but ruined it". Oliver stood there for a moment waiting, Luca didn't move or speak and just stared out to sea. Oliver turned and left he looked back seeing Luca hadn't moved. The tear trickled down his face and Luca rubbed his cheek against his t-shirt sleeve. He felt the same as Oliver and that was what hurt him more, he just couldn't bring himself to look or talk to him right now. It was after midday, Luca had been sat on the terrace in his position for over an hour. He heard the Americans taking sunbeds and ordering drinks. Casually he stood up and walked across the terrace back to his suite. Brad called over to Luca but he never turned or acknowledge them and disappeared inside. "That is one upset Brit" Brad said to Oliver stating the obvious. Oliver nodded "He wouldn't even talk to me earlier when I found him" he replied "he just blanked me". Liam patted Oliver's leg "Let it rest Olly, we are getting off in two days and never have to see him again". "I know but I can't help the way I feel and I hate seeing him like this" Oliver replied sadly. Luca changed into his workout kit and went to the gym for a run, hoping he would feel better getting his anger and upset out of his body. Even with his headphones in and 3 miles in to his run he could not get the words from Oliver out of his head. Did he really mean what he said or was it just words, could he even trust him? One thing was quickly becoming apparent to Luca, he wanted to find love. After 6 miles Luca gave up and was about to head to the sauna when he saw James. Quickly turning around he walked in the opposite direction, he couldn't believe that out of the 2,600 guests on board he kept bumping in to one of the guys. Waiting and watching James who started working out he took the long way round and slipped in to the sauna. There were three men already in there and one clearly had a good look at Luca as he sat down. After ten minutes one guy left and the one that had checked Luca out sat there looking at him. It took Luca a moment to see that the guy was playing with himself, he stood up and walked out of the sauna bumping in to James. "Luca" James said standing in front of Luca who tried to push past him "wait Luca" he grabbed Luca's arm. Luca looked at his arm "Let go of me" he said angrily. James let go "Please speak to Oliver" he said "he is really upset about how things are". Luca watched a passenger walk by then looked at James "He is upset?" he said "how do you think I feel?". Luca walked off and James shook his head. Luca kept out of the way and excused himself from dinner with this parents, he wasn't feeling hungry and certainly didn't want to spend a couple of hours having to see the four guys. Spending the rest of the day locked up in his suite Luca had read his book then looked up at the clock, it was only 8pm. Feeling a little hungry he decided to go to the buffet and grab a salad. Andre waved off the rest of the spa team who were going to the crew mess and then the crew party. He changed in to civilian clothing and put his name badge on, not one for parties he was going to spend a quiet evening having dinner on deck then watch a show. Thankfully the spa crew had deck privileges meaning they could enjoy the host of passenger facilities. Liking the simple things in life he plated up grilled chicken and salad and found a quiet table in the nearly deserted buffet. Luca wandered up to the counter and made himself a salad then carrying his plate he walked through the buffet. His heart skipping a beat seeing Andre sat at a quiet table, he wore a tight long sleeved type of t-shirt that boldly accentuated the muscles on his arms. The blond neatly trimmed hair and attractive face was such an undeniable attraction for Luca. Luca found himself walking over to the table drawn to him "Can I join you?" he asked quietly. Andre smiled and stood up "Of course you can" he replied indicating with his hand for him to sit. "Thank you" Luca replied sitting down and noticing Andre looking at him in a very bewitching way. "Is that all your eating?" Andre asked and Luca nodded "have you had a bad day you don't look happy?". Luca put his fork down "Hasn't been a great day" he replied "people are not what they seem". Andre studied him for a moment "You should have come for a massage I would have helped". Luca smiled and chuckled for the first time in hours "I can't cope with you massaging me it drives me wild". Andre smiled back "Jūs vis dar esate labai seksuali" he said "You are very sexy Luca" he translated "I love touching your body". Luca blushed a little "No you are" he replied then repeated it in Italian "No tu sei". Under the table he felt Andre's leg caressing his, they chatted and flirted for nearly an hour. Luca had never found it so easy to open up with someone like him. Andre seemed considerate and very unassuming of his looks and body. Luca listened to Andre telling him about Lithuania and how things changed over the years and why he worked at sea. Constantly playing footsie under the table and laughing he had really cheered Luca up. Luca smiled "Thank you Andre I really needed this and you are the sexy one". "No you are" Andre replied smiling then went serious for a moment "I want to make love to you" he said quietly "touch and hold you all night". Luca didn't hesitate and nodded "I would really like that Andre". Andre nodded "Give me 10 minutes I will come to your suite" he said "we can't be seen leaving together". Luca nodded standing he could feel the need rising in his body leaving Andre sat at the table, the thought of him touching his body sent ripples of burning desire through his skin. The walk back to his suite seemed to take forever, the excitement running through his head made the corridor get longer and longer. At last he slid his card in to the slot hearing the lock unhinge he opened the door and walked inside. Breathing heavily he checked the interconnecting door to his parents suite to make sure it was locked. Standing in the middle of the lounge he subconsciously bit his finger from nerves, it was the first time anyone wanted to make love to him. Did he actually mean it or was it just a way to get rid of him, or did he just want to poke him and leave? Checking the clock only five minutes had passed, thinking he was going to pass out from anticipation having to wait another five minutes he was shocked hearing a soft knock at the door. Luca hurried over and opened the door to see Andre standing there, instantly their eyes met and Luca allowed Andre inside. Grabbing the Do Not Disturb sign Luca placed it on the door handle and closed the door locking it. He almost felt embarrassed to turn around looking at the door thinking Andre might see the desperation in his eyes. He tried to control his breathing and turned to face Andre, his eyes catching the full sight of the muscles in those arms covered by the tight fitting long sleeved t-shirt. Luca took a few steps forward and Andre smiled watching him, he could sense Luca's nerves. Having a quickie on the massage table to making love is a big jump for anyone and Luca clearly demonstrated uncertainty in what to do. Andre moved towards Luca 'just relax' he said then quickly swooping down he lifted Luca in to the air with ease, his arms holding and securing around Luca's back. Wrapping his legs around Andre's waist, his head fell naturally forward until he was inches away from Andre's. Looking at each other for a moment the tension was too much to bear for both of them. Andre rubbed his lips delicately against Luca's then applied soft kisses, Luca moaned softly and moved his arms around the back of Andre's neck. Gradually each kiss got more intense forcing their lips to part wider each time, slowly their tongues flickering touching briefly. Finally Andre locked his mouth against Luca's pushing his tongue deep in to Luca's mouth wanting to taste him. His legs shaking at first from the pure sexual allure Andre gave off, his body reacted lovingly feeling the muscles in his arms close and tight around his back holding him securely. Even if Luca wanted to there was no way he could escape from Andre now, his fingers caressed the back of Andre's neck the longer the kiss went on. Releasing a sigh of contented pleasure feeling the pressure ease against his mouth and lips, Andre looked him in the eye. There was no denying in the look in their eyes. Andre held on to Luca and carried him up the sweeping staircase to the bedroom and finally let go laying Luca down on the bed. Every movement Andre made was gentle, sensual with sexual phrasing, he was like a completely different person and Luca loved it. He kneeled up on the bed facing Andre and leaned forward their lips touching again with gentle caressing and soft kissing. Andre ran his hand along Luca's arms and over his shoulders then began lifting his t-shirt up, breaking their kiss for a moment he slipped it over Luca's head discarding it on the floor and resuming their kissing with Luca's upper body now naked. His skin tingled at the soft touch Andre made across his body. Luca gripped Andre's biceps feeling the sheer muscle under the fabric, his mouth now full of Andre's tongue devouring him lovingly. Luca's hands roamed down the arms then across to Andre's body he now lifted his t-shirt up feeling the warmth emitting from Andre's body the higher he pushed it up. Quickly Andre slipped it off his hands went straight to Luca's trousers making short work undoing them whilst Luca jiggled on the bed in his kneeling pose getting rid of them. His kissed Andre's chest at first and gradually moving lower he expertly used his mouth to unbutton his trousers, taking the tag of the zipper between his teeth he slowly pulled it down deliberately running his nose against the prize hiding in the underwear. Andre stroked Luca and rolled his head back moaning softly in to the air his trousers now around his ankles, stepping out of them he gasped looking down. Luca gently bit the inside of his thighs and licked below the elastic banding of his underwear. The small damp spot of precum evident to see, Luca ran his tongue over it and rewarded with the faint salty taste. He took the band of the underwear in his mouth and pulled down freeing Andre's cock, his tongue moved around the shaft straight to his balls. The soft sucking and licking sounds, the sensations spiralling out of control in Andre's body made him giggle. Pulling Luca up he kissed him deep then pushed him on his back. His hands ran along Luca's legs and grabbing his underwear he pulled them off in one movement. Neither of them knew the real desire the other had hidden since their first meeting, it was now only showing itself piece by piece. Luca teasingly coaxed Andre on to the bed and lying him on his back Luca leaned over and began kissing his body. His cock bouncing each time Luca kissed his nipple and ran his tongue sensually around them. Andre leaned up cupping Luca's face in his hands, staring intently into his eyes his mouth quickly finding Luca's. Wrapping his arms around Luca he pulled Luca on top kissing him more intensely, he used the opportunity to explore Luca's body in more detail touching every inch from his neck, back and finally his ass. His hands came to rest on Luca's buttocks, holding him, kissing him, Andre had never experienced such sensuality that he felt with Luca. Andre raised his hand and gently pushed Luca down towards his cock. Luca licked the slimly precum off Andre's stomach that had gathered, the salty taste assaulting his taste buds. Moving his tongue along to the base of Andre's cock he slowly licked and kissed the shaft hearing Andre moan in delight. Reaching the head of Andre's cock his tongue pushed the foreskin apart tasting more precum, his lips surrounded the head closing around it gently he moved his head up and down until the foreskin rolled back revealing the head. Andre moaned and raised a leg before letting it fall back down on the bed, his hand stroking Luca's head feeling his tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Luca stopped and looked up at the smile on Andre's face, he pulled Luca up kissing him hard he forced Luca over on to his back. His body moving on top and using his legs to push Luca's apart allowing him to slip in between them. Andre kissed Luca's chin and slowly licked up until he caressed Luca's lips, seamlessly parting Luca slipped Andre his tongue sealing their lips together they kissed lost in each other. Luca moaned wrapping his arms around Andre's back, his legs caressing Andre's thighs and waist. Soft erotic moans escaping them both filled the air, Andre moved pushing his legs under Luca's forcing them up around his waist exposing Luca's hole to his cock. Luca moaned again feeling the pressure of Andre's cock just above his hole, he knew the pressure being exerted would mean a quick entry and probably painful. The more Andre pushed the skin in it was guiding his cock slowly down. A puppy yelp and moan rose from Luca and swallowed by Andre who would not release him from their kiss. His cock had slipped painfully through half embedded in Luca's ass. Luca gripped on to Andre's back leaving red finger impressions as the pain eased. He held Andre close kissing him back trying to raise his head the more Andre penetrated him. Luca let out an excitable sigh feeling the coarse pubes against his ass. Andre broke from the kiss and looked down at Luca smiling. Their eyes focused on each other through Luca's aroused soft moaning feeling Andre's cock moving inside of him. The tender strokes drove Luca wild and Andre could see it in his eyes, he leaned forward and gently kissed Luca on the mouth. Their faces so close and maintaining eye contact until Andre couldn't resist kissing Luca again. His arm slipped behind Luca's neck holding him close, Luca held on to Andre his eyes half closed in his erotic state. His moans stifled by Andre's mouth, he could taste Andre and feel the quick movements his cock made inside. A series of bursts with rapid fucking and panting lead to more kissing and slow tender moments that continued for over an hour. The copious amount of precum provided adequate lube to stop Luca's ass getting sore, Andre's cock moved with slickness and the quality of a man who knew how to take a lover way beyond any fantasy and Luca was living it. Andre moved his arms lower around Luca's back and lifted him up, he was straddled across Andre's lap deeply impaled on his cock. The desire to scream and thrash about in ecstasy and drive down harder on his cock was becoming all to real for Luca, struggling to retain a little dignity he controlled himself to kissing Andre and grinding his ass. Andre moved again and now laid down on his back pushing Luca upright giving him control. Luca licked his lips looking down at Andre and slowly grinding his ass deep on Andre's cock, he caught sight of the shadow cast on the wall from the bedside wall lamp. Andre looked over at the silhouette being cast by them then looked up at Luca and smiled. Their hands entwinning holding each other as Luca revelled seeing Andre's biceps flex, he was never one defined by a persons physique but Andre was somehow so different and carried it off with such prowess that it drove Luca to ride him harder for several minutes. The moans from both of them increased, suddenly Andre pulled Luca forward kissing him and wrapping his arms around Luca's body to stop him moving 'you will make me cum' he said kissing the lips tenderly 'slow down'. Luca chuckled and kissed Andre's mouth, chin and neck slowly giving their bodies chance to relax. He sat upright taking the full length of Andre inside him again, his head rolled back sighing and gasping with his breath. Andre pushed his hips up watching Luca's expression and loving the moans he made, his hands roaming over Luca's chest and hips holding him and guiding his movements. Andre was on the move again and holding Luca he rolled him over on to his back, his legs securing Luca's in the air around his waist in a perfect missionary position. Luca's body wriggled from his dominant lovers movements, his arm behind Luca's neck again he leaned forward kissing him full on the mouth 'oh baby' he whispered increasing the speed and intensity of his love making. Luca arched his neck moaning and holding Andre's shoulders, he felt it, he knew it, Andre was close and it was reinforced the way Andre now kissed him harder like he was telling him it was going to happen. Luca held Andre tight knowing he would pull out before his orgasm, he wanted to enjoy the build up fucking and was not disappointed. Luca was moaning rapidly with each accurate thrust that was very different from his previous fucks with Andre, he was purposefully deeper inside him. Andre moaned and lifted his head 'Luca' he cried holding Luca still his body pushed up. Luca knew then that he was not going to pull out this time 'oh yes Andre' he responded between his panting and excitement feeling the cock inside him pulsing in orgasm. Andre held Luca tighter his body tensing and pushing forward to get deeper in to him, suddenly the rush of his orgasm ran from his balls along the shaft and exploding from the head in to Luca's ass. Luca's arms now held on to Andre around his back, the forward hard thrusts still coming causing him to cry in joy calling out Andre's name over and over. Andre closed his arm around Luca's neck holding him close and finding his mouth and closing his lips on Luca's, they kissed lovingly, their bodies slowly resetting. Luca held on hoping Andre was not about to whip his cock out and leave. His legs ached a little from being held in this position and it soon transpired that Andre was in no way finished. Kissing for nearly half an hour Luca could feel Andre's cock hardening from the semi state, quickly his hips began moving again. He continued to make love to Luca over three hours, never once did they let go of each other. their bodies firmly locked together, cock to ass, mouth to mouth. Andre finally rolled on to his side sweating and glistening in the subdued lighting. Luca thought it was over but Andre pulled him closer and continued kissing him, his hand caressing Luca's back and ass, his cock just about still inside Luca's ass was sexed out and slowly exiting. Luca had lost count how many times Andre had orgasmed after the fourth time. Luca had never felt this close or intimate with anyone before, the incredible tightness of their bond worried him. Would any other lover come anywhere near this or even compare to this experience. Luca rolled on to his back a big smile adorned his face, Andre reached over for his phone. "What's the matter?" Luca asked watching Andre playing with his phone. Andre put the phone on the bedside table "Nothing, just set my alarm for 6am". Luca sat turned to face him "Are you staying with me?" he asked running his hand along Andre's arm. "Of course, if you don't mind?" Andre replied kissing Luca "I have to be back at work by 8am". Luca chuckled and turned off the lamp his body soon pulled in to those strong arms of Andre, life couldn't get any sweeter he thought to himself lying there kissing with Andre until they both fell asleep. Luca woke hearing Andre's gentle and almost quiet snoring, he smiled finding it amusing that not only did he make love tenderly his snoring was so sweet as well. Turning over carefully not to wake him he was surprised when the arms around his body squeezed, Andre shuffled closer parking his cock between Luca's ass cheeks then the soft snoring returned. Falling back to sleep for an hour before he woke again. Andre was gently stroking Luca's chest, his cock was hard and the head was pressed poised at Luca's hole. His hand immediately went to Andre's thigh and slowly stroking it he moaned sweetly feeling the head pushing in to him. Andre kissed his neck slowly moving his body over Luca's until he laid on top pushing his cock deep in to Luca with ease. Raising his head fully awake Luca gasped and turned his head to be met immediately by Andre's mouth and tongue. His arms still wrapped around Luca's chest they slowly made love, Andre kissing and biting Luca around the neck was already close. His hips thrusting, grinding and gyrating deep in to Luca, he never raised his hips off Luca's ass instead Luca learnt to push his ass up each time he felt Andre applying down pressure. They remained connected together, the love in that moment binding them as one. Andre latched on to Luca's mouth kissing him 'Luca' he quietly released in a raspy voice then kissing him again he held his hips still. The love flowing from him in to Luca's body, only the deep breaths and tensing of his body revealed to Luca he was mating with him again. In the darkness of the bedroom he senses deprived he could feel Andre's orgasm, for the first time he was sure he felt Andre's seed entering his ass. Unable to hold or control himself Luca burst underneath his body, he could feel the warm slimy mess accumulating underneath him. He had no time to think about it feeling Andre's lips seeking his again. His body being pulled on to his side coming to rest still attached to Andre inside him. The hypnotic stroking of Andre's hand on his chest and the happiness of holding Andre's arm and bicep just seemed like perfection was holding him.

Received an SMS about an hour ago asking if he, Zane (it turns out his dad was saying ‘Zane’ not ‘Shane’) could come to my place. Had an argument with his girlfriend and wants to “earn more gear”; his words. He said he’d like to spend the day with me and even hinted that he’s up to try anything. Already asked him if he minded me slamming; he asked what it’s like and, after I described it to him, he wants to try getting slammed. I’ll show him some vids of guys getting slammed and fucked for the first time; hopefully that’ll persuade him to let me fuck him while he’s rushing. Of course, I couldn’t respond quickly enough. He’s on his way. I’m REALLY looking forward to this. I know I’m going to take his cock and I am absolutely going to flip him over and try easing my cock inside his boy cvnt. If he lets me fuck him from there, I’ll be ecstatic. I love popping cherries, especially straight ones.

I love the smell of my own pits. I only use deodorant when I have to go into the office. Working from home now I can have a sniff whenever I want 😉 There is something about a guy's pits that makes me want to bury my face in there.

This is my first story on here Bald Man Stealths Young Stud Daniel was sitting at the bar. He was from a small town in Oklahoma and recently transferred to a college in Miami. His hometown was extremely conservative, and he always had to hide the fact he was gay and always participated in masculine activities to hide it. He was on the football and baseball teams, and even had girlfriends to add to the illusion, but deep down, he knew that all he wanted was to get fucked hard by men. The only time he had ever had any gay experience was a time he jerked off in a bathroom with another guy while in Tulsa. But that was going to change tonight- and he would remember it forever. Daniel participates in intra-mural sports because he still likes athletics, keeping his body fit. He was around 5'10", trimmed his body hair very short, and has thick black hair and slightly tanned skin. His dick isn't huge (around 6.5") but he didn't intend on topping tonight. The bar that he was in was not too lively. It was a place to pick up guys and go fuck. He saw it on a website- it was far from his campus and was quite low-key. Even in Miami, he still didn't feel ready to come out. But what he didn't know was that this bar was frequented by HIV Postitive men, which he would soon come to know very well. A man approached him at the bar, he was older, had a swimmer's body, and he was around 45 and had a shaved head and a thick beard to match. Daniel always had an affinity men that looked like him. He was around 6'3", so he was substantially taller than him. The man looked at him and asked with a deep voice, "Can I buy you a drink?" Daniel looked at him, smiled, and said, "Sure. Just a beer is fine." "Well you heard him, a beer for the him please," he said to the bartender. The bartender quickly filled up a glass from the tap, placed a napkin on the bar, followed by the beer. "You don't look like you're from around here," the man said, noting Daniel's mannerisms and conservative way of dress. "I'm not. I'm actually from Bumfuck, USA," Daniel said while the man laughed. "You remind me of when I was your age. In college in a new city, looking to fuck the nearest man I could find," he said. "I moved here when I was around 19, and it has been a wild time. I'm Sean, by the way." "Daniel." They did the usual small talk about sports, the weather, etc, and drank a few beers until Sean looked at him and said, "Do you want to go back to my place?" Daniel responded with a shaky, "Yeah, sure!" Sean paid for both of their tabs, ordered an Uber, and they headed back to his apartment. When they walked in, Daniel was taken aback. It was on a higher floor of a pretty nice building, overlooking the Miami River with a huge window which took up the entire wall opposite of the entrance. It was night, so you could see the lights of the other buildings, but not much else. Inside the apartment was more interesting. It was a bit cold, and the furniture was quite modern with sharp edges that contrasted the grain of the black hardwood floors. To the right was a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and black cabinets. The room was entirely black and white, with only a few blood red accent pieces to break the contrast. To the left, he could see an unlit hallway which he somehow knew would lead down a dark path. Sean dropped his keys into a blood red dish sitting on a black table next to the door, snapping Daniel out of the almost hypnotic fugue the apartment gave him. "Wow this place is... nice," Daniel said in a wavering voice. It truly was nice compared to his shitty dorm room. "Do you want a drink?" Sean said as he made his way into the Kitchen area. "Sure," Daniel responded. Sean opened the freezer pulling out a bottle of vodka, and said, "Is vodka soda alright?" "Yeah," Daniel said. Sean poured two drinks and walked over and handed on to him. He looked at Daniel and commented, "You look nervous." "Yeah its just that... I've never really... done this before." "What, hook up with a random guy you just met in a bar before?" Sean said with a laugh. "Among other things," Daniel said, feeling a bit more relaxed. "It's alright. I used to be nervous doing this sort of thing too. It takes practice," he said slyly as he took the empty glass from Daniels hand and placing both glasses on the table. Daniel looked at him for a second and felt his face flush as Sean looked him in the eye. Sean then embraced and kissed him. Daniels legs felt wobbly. Daniel wondered whether it was the booze or how good it felt to finally touch a man like this. The kissing became more intense as Sean began unbuttoning his shirt. Daniel immediately went for his chest and began his descent. He took a pause at his belly button and noticed a biohazard tattoo and wondered what that meant. He didn't wonder for very long as he began to unbuckle Sean's belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and pulling them down. Underneath was a pair of white boxer briefs which struggled to keep what looked like a huge package contained. He pulled them down too, exposing what was an 8 inch dick and about as round as a beer can. He began sucking and jerking it, struggling with its size. Sean tilted his head back and let out a moan of pleasure. After a few minutes, Sean nudged him up and said, "Let's go to the bedroom." He took of his shoes, socks, and pants from around his ankles and headed for the hallway. Daniel followed, undressing himself completely on the way. The bedroom was similarly designed like the rest of the apartment. Black woods floors, white walls, and a black bed with blood red bedding atop of it. Sean turned around, embraced Daniel and kissed him once again. He reached down and stroked Daniel's hard cock for a few seconds. Immediately after, Sean took Daniel and pushed him on the bed and started sucking his dick. Daniel started moaning, looking down at Sean as he expertly pleasured him. He placed a hand on his completely smooth head and closed his eyes enjoying the moment. He started to tense up and said, "I think I'm gonna cum." Sean pulled up and said, "I'm not near finished with you yet." He flipped him over and started licking his asshole. Daniel moaned harder, never feeling any sensation like this before. After about 30 seconds of this, Sean pushed his index finger at his hole. "Damn you've got a tight ass," as he began sliding his finger into Daniel's virgin hole. Daniel let out a moan as Sean began fingering his with no lube. He immediately added another finger and pushed them deep into his hole. He twisted them around, and Daniel could feel his fingernails dig into the wall of his hole. Daniel thought that this must just be how it is as he moaned into the blood red pillow, writhing in ecstatic pleasure. Sean pulled his fingers out and said, "Turn over. I want to look at you while I do this." Daniel obliged, turn over and putting his legs around Sean as he got between them. Sean spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and started pushing at Daniel's hole. A thought crossed Daniel's mind to ask him to put on a condom, but it felt so good right now he didn't even care. As Sean managed to get his rock hard dick inside his tight hole, Daniel's eyes shot wide open as he let out a pained moan and gripped the blood red fabric of the bed spread. Sean leaned over him, kissing him as he started fucking him. Daniel felt Sean's dick picking up the pace, feeling the friction of the skin on skin struggling to be lubricated with only a bit of spit. Daniel was in a state of utter pleasure looking at Sean in the eye while he was getting fucked. After a few minutes Sean's fucking was getting more desperate. He was feeling his own pleasure peaking. Sean said, "I'm gonna cum." Daniel thought about asking him to pull out, but before the thought could come out of his mouth, Sean kissed him again. Daniel came right then, without touching his dick, feeling himself being pumped full of Sean's cum. Sean slowed down, moaning through the painful pleasure of fucking after you've cum. He pulled out and collapsed beside Daniel as they both panted, both of them staring at the ceiling while they lay on the blood red bed. Daniel did not know at that moment that Sean would be a part of him forever.

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

Let me start with a declaration: this encounter happened yesterday on my way back from Melbourne to my farm in Gippsland but part of it is fictionalised; reflecting what I hope transpires next. Having been in virtual lockdown on the farm for most of the past fortnight, I made a quick trip to see my dealer. I wanted to stock up (as it were) knowing that tighter restrictions were pending in Australia. (They were announced yesterday, effective midnight last night, so it turned out As is my wont, I stopped at Tooradin Pier and messaged a young bloke, Ricky, I’ve hooked up with occasionally for the last six months or so. He’s a total bottom boy and a very appreciative cumslut. He looks younger than his ID says but he’s a very experienced young piggy boy who lives for getting wire fucked. Usually I stop there at night but this was mid-afternoon. Instead of smoking in my car, I decided discretion was the better part of valour and took my pipe into the toilet/shower block. After a while, there was a knock on the cubicle door and I opened it fully expecting it to be Ricky. It wasn’t. It was the young guy whose car had its hood up when I arrived. I’d offered him a jump start earlier but he declined, saying his dad was already on his way. ”Just wanted to warn you that you can see the smoke” was all he said initially. I thanked him for the warning and asked if he’d like a puff as thanks. It was obvious that’s what he wanted. I passed him the pipe expecting him to take a drag and leave but he indicated that he wanted to come into the cubicle. I won’t lie; I was surprised. He was young, very tanned and pretty good looking, despite an average hairstyle (to my taste). Without really hesitating, he stepped in and took the pipe and took a huge drag. As he exhaled, he blurted out, “fuck that’s good stuff” and offered me the pipe. I told him to keep going, to take as much as he liked. He did exactly that. After a few deep puffs, he passed me the pipe and observed, “ leaned forward and asked, “you don’t inhale deep enough”. That’s true actually. Never having been a smoker, I’ve never been particularly good at inhaling anything, be it smoke from tobacco or weed or a pipe. I tend to swallow pipe smoke to get as much into me as I can. Apparently it’s amusing to smokers to watch my trying to smoke. Without prompting, he took the pipe and said, “Shotgun?”; inhaled deeply and leaned in. It wasn’t bad. I blew the smoke back into his lungs and, after initially accepting it, pulled back sharply. But, instead of saying anything, he took another deep puff and leaned in again; this time he kept coming until hi lips were pressing against mine. I reacted as any gay or bi guy would and we were kissing. Full on; tongues probing. He stopped only to take another deep drag and leaned back in. At some point, I was playing with his nipple and the groan he gave out seemed to be the green light to lift his shirt and start sucking his nip. He was loving it and lifted his shirt over his head; I took the opportunity to lick his pits and all I heard was “fuck yeah”. I started working his nipples while he took some more deep drags from the pipe. Eventually, he pushed me away slightly and said those dreaded words: “look, I’m straight. How much gear do you have?” I showed him one of the 8balls I’d just bought and stuffed some large shards into the pipe. ”I want some. What will you want to give me a few points?” I took out probably 3-4 points, wrapped it in some toilet paper and said, “Honestly? Nothing. This is for you.” He grinned and leant in to kiss me. “You kiss well for a straight guy mate”. “ You kiss almost as well as my girlfriend” and, with that, he started kissing me passionately. After a while, he broke off and said, “My dad’s going to be here soon. Can I get a g if I let you suck my cock?” I told him I’d spot him a g without that. But I really wanted to see him naked so I started pushing at his cock. He was hard. “Can I see it?” He started pushing his shorts down with a grin. His boxers followed. He watched my reaction and said, “I could do with a blowie anyway” and he leaned in to kiss me again, this time slowly raising his hand up my back . Once he reached the back of my head, he started exerting downward pressure. Gently at first, then more firmly. I sucked his nipples as I bent my knees and licked his torso the rest of the way until I was directly facing his cock. It was an impressive dick; more pretty than imposing. ”How do you like it sucked?” but he seemed more bewildered by the question than anything. So I gently tongued his foreskin, then the rest of the head. He started back and groaned. “Like this?” Before he could answer, I sucked head strongly and said, looking up at him, “or this? Or...” Then I plunged my mouth over his entire cock. My lips touched the base and I looked up again; his reaction to me demonstrating my deep throating skills was honestly priceless. His eyes were rolling; his groans were loud enough to be heard outside I was certain. But that was his problem really, not mine. I kept working his cock and his balls. He was enjoying himself so much, he’d even forgotten about the pipe until I gently took it from him and took a drag. I think he expected me to stand to give him a shotgun. His moan was beautiful when I took his cock back in my mouth and slowly exhaled. He went to take back the pipe but I indicated he should wait. He watched me take another deep drag and allowed me to turn him around as I gave the pipe back to him. He was busy taking another puff when I spread his cheeks and licked his hole. Then I plunged my tongue inside his arse, as far as I could; he wasn’t protesting one bit as I worked his hole and blew the smoke inside him. After a while, I asked him if I could show him something I thought he might enjoy; he wasn’t protesting. I’d expected him at least to say something about not wanting to be fucked but he didn’t. It wasn’t my intention either; I was just going to insert a shard into his arse and work it with my mouth and tongue but, honestly, I half suspect he might’ve let me put my cock inside him if I’d asked. But I pulled back and told him I was going to booty bump him to see what he thought. Sure enough, a sizeable shard on the end of my index finger elicited an enthusiastic nod. I didn’t muck around either. I found his hole and pressed the shard around the edge for a few seconds, saying “Ready?” moments after I’d already pressed it inside him. My finger was inside him fully and I started pushing the shard into him; feeling the walls of his arse and pushing it as firmly as I dared. That produced his first protest. It had clearly cut him slightly but, instead of easing off, “Just bear with it. I’m trying to get it into your bloodstream”. Sure enough, he noticeably tried to relax and within seconds, his sphincter was relaxing. This little straight boy, this stranger, was loving it. After some time, his phone pinged. “Fuck, my dad’s here.” The mood changed instantly. He was no longer in the moment. He needed to get out and he was suddenly self-conscious about what he’d just been doing. I switched to protective mode. I helped him straighten himself out and gave him his gear and said, “I’ll give you my number. Don’t give me yours so you’re in control. If you ever want gear, let me know and I promise you there’ll be no catch. We’ll just have a smoke and talk, ok? No sex, no favours. Now, get out there and I’ll follow in a few minutes.” He leaned in to kiss me. Surprisingly. And whispered, “can I fuck you next time?” I could have fallen over; I didn’t need to answer that. After a few minutes, my phone pinged. “Stay there. I’ll tell dad I need to let my car run for longer .” And then: “A gram if I fuck you?” Just ten, Ricky responded to my earlier messages. He was minutes away and wanted me to slam and breed him; he had fits on him. So I responded to the young straight bloke whose name I still didn’t know: “You ok if my mate’s here? He wants to be fucked and loves loads. We can fuck him together.” He didn’t respond. Minutes later, Ricky knocked on the door. He was already lubed. I prepped a slam for him and rammed inside him. Later, there was movement outside the door: “it’s me. Let me in.” *** This is mostly true up to the point the young straight guy left. I left the toilet block a few minutes after he did. He sort of acknowledged me as I got into my car. I’m pretty sure he’ll contact me when he wants more gear. I think his father called him, Shane but I’m not certain. I hope he does ring me. I won’t lie; I want to fuck him but I want him to fuck me even more. Young Ricky got back to me when I was halfway home. I turned around and he came back to the farm with me and stayed the night. I just took him home.

This morning I woke up at 3am to take a piss, and could not get back to sleep for the life of me. My husband is soundly sleeping next to me. So, I pick up my phone; check Instagram, Grindr, the news. I’m reading the News on my side with my back towards my sexy man and I feel him put his arm around me; immediately finding my oh so sensitive nipple, giving it a gentle tweak. As he pulls me closer to him, I feel his hard cock resting between my cheeks my ass. My senses go into overdrive, my cock comes to life. I let him slowly tease my nips, before I grind my ass back into his cock. After awhile of this silent tango, I reach back and grab his throbbing cock. He is harder than I have ever seen him and his balls are freshly shaved and full of cum. I am horned up and ready to go. My hand finds its way to my bedside drawer and I pull out lube and poppers. The inpatient cock behind me gets lubed first, then I take a deep hit of poppers and prepare for the assault I know my hole is about to receive. Like clockwork the meaty cock behind me finds my hole at once and slowly slides in to the hilt. Balls full of cum are resting against my ass. This is the calm before the storm, I can tell Taylor is in a selfish top mode, and I am eager to satisfy him. I am ready to work for my reward. The fucking starts slow and shallow. Then gradually builds in speed and force. Soon is pulling all the way and slamming his thick cock back into me. This fuck is for his pleasure I can tell, at this moment I’m just a hole to receive his seaman. Taylor slams back into me and stays buried; balls deep. Suddenly I am flipped prone. I can feel the full weight of his 6’4” muscular build and me continues to plunder my ass. Faster, and faster the fucking continues, until I hear his breathing get heavier and heavier. The thick cock that is deep inside me gets even thicker as he groans “I’m cumming, take my seed.” His keeps his cock inside of me as I jerk off and spray my cum across the sheets below me. When the horse sized cock is withdrawn from my hold its followed by a river of seaman. I get a smack on the ass, and go to make the morning coffee.

No you don’t just take it. That’s stupid! No top or bottom should be having any unprotected sex if they can transmit any disease. It’s immoral and wrong. Get tested frequently for your own health and the health of your partners.

There's a lot of issues with how the disease is spread. I am a medical professional and I think the scariest thing is not knowing if my coworkers/patients have it because it can be spread without showing signs. If you're paying attention to the media you'll know that there is a lot of concern over personal protective equipment shortages, and the term N95 is brought up a lot. An N95 is typically used in hospitals when a patient has, or is being ruled out for airborne diseases such as Tuberculosis or Varicella (chicken pox). The CDC and World Health Org say that healthcare workers need to use an N95 during certain scenarios with these patients (in all honesty it doesn't make sense) and the way we are supposed to protect ourselves indicates that the disease is very easy to pass. Long story short, a gloryhole is not going to protect you from this.

My best advice is to get on PrEP as soon as possible. Then have a good time taking loads.

Practice, practice and practice. Toys, toys and more toys. Plenty lube. Fist yourself. Try getting fisted as often as possible. Forget numbing creams (just a short effect, makes yr hole more sensitive later) dont use drugs, only poppers.

He’s out the front. If I was in any doubt about how far he was prepared to go today, his last message said: “Just so you know: I want you to give me the strongest slam I can take and then you’re going to fuck me. I’m yours all day. I want you to chain me to your bed and fuck me all day and all night. I want to know what it’s like to be your bitch. I’ve prepared two syringes; one with 5 points and one with 2.5. I think I’ll start him off by sharing the 2.5 and pound him as hard as I can. This will be fun. And, yes, I’m recording this one. It’ll be on porn hub later tonight.

One of my teachers used to say, "A gentleman doesn't expose his armpits". So flash some pit, unless you're a gentleman...😈

i don't see being a bottom as a matter of obligation or duty, more of nature? i.e., it seems to be my natural drive to take a Mans cock and desire to penetrate, breed. If a Man approaches me and wants to slide in and unload (or piss for that matter), i'm going to turn over or bend over and present my hole. i don't ask about things like STI's, and typically, neither does He. Having said that, i don't fetishize disease. i don't purposely chase or try to spread disease. i get tested regularly because i LOVE Men and don't want to see anyone getting sick or hurt and i encourage everyone to get tested regularly, for their sake and for the sake of our community.

He knows I want to publicise some of his videos. He keeps saying he’ll put them up somewhere; excerpts at least. He has a Nasty Kink Pigs’ profile with pics, I know that. He wants to sell homemade vids; he’s already had vids with clients they’ve kept and I know there’s at least one group session of him in a sling getting fucked mercilessly from years ago (on XTube I think). He put it on for us to fuck to when we first got together. He was so fucked yo, it’s unbelievable and got bred by (I’m guessing) 15-20 different blokes. He was on the streets then, just out of jail and pretty young. But it’s not exploitative somehow. He’s proud of it and loves watching himself getting gangbanged when he’s off his face. I’ve edited a couple of our sessions into some nice breeding videos and another with him and one of his straight friends getting slammed and fucked. He’s a natural porn performer imo; I’m biased but I can watch him get fucked endlessly. He really loses himself in sex; I love watching his eyes rolling every which way. Even some of his BDSM clips are great to watch even though they’re a bit over the top for my taste; Tard really gets off on guys trying their hardest to hurt him and seeing him love it. Long story short, he has quite a collection dating back to when he was very young; I’m encouraging him to put them out there, even if he just puts short excerpts in public.

After the old man came in me, I felt something give way in my mind. I don't know if it was the smell of poppers permeating the dark, sweaty atmosphere or whether it was the filthy loads I had already taken inside me, but I felt my body shiver with lust and a need to breed like I was in heat. The man stroking my head felt the change as I squirmed and slobbered over his cock. He raised my head and saw my swollen face and bright eyes and grinned at me, revealing sores clustering over his lips. "That's a good boy!" He breathed. "You're nearly there. Accept it." He raised me up and grabbed my arm. "C'mon." He said. As he pulled me towards the aisle, I tripped over my trousers and pants, leaving them on the filthy floor so I was naked from the waist down. He dragged me down the aisle to the toilets which were off to one side. I was aware of men following us, mere shadows in the darkness like demons from hell. There was no light inside, and the small area reeked of piss. He groped to one side, and dragged me into a cubicle and sat down on the pan. Then he pulled my head down onto his cock . "Suck it, bitch!" He whispered. I began to slobber over his erection, literally shaking now with lust and depravity. I felt bodies cramming in into the space behind me, fingers dipping into my cum soaked hole and excited whispers and the sound of zips being drawn down. Then the first cock began to slide into me and a fat belly was lifted onto my bare bottom. The man began to thrust like a rabbit, working himself quickly to a climax as the others urged him on. "Hurry up! Don't take all night. We all want a turn!" He grunted, his cock throbbed in me as he spurted, and then it was literally ripped out of me as eager hands pulled him to one side and another cock was thrust into me. I was lost. I felt my legs open wide, stretching my hole as wide as I could and pushing back in heat to milk their diseased cocks. I was in heaven or in hell. I didn't care. All I felt was the hands stroking my face, his voice saying "Good. Well done. Take them all." and troll after troll emptying his balls into me.

Seth told Ty that Justin would need to wait for another time. "This straight guy needs to be used, you still have access to that warehouse?" Ty said "yes" and pulled out of Justin, shoved a butt plug in him (a large one) from his bag. He untied Justin and moved him on the bed so he could sleep; grabbed a Xanax and a straw leaving Justin there with his hands tied above his head but not fasted to the bedpost. "Let me text my buddy and make sure the combo code hasn't changed," said Ty while texting his bud. Seth unfastened Rick's legs and told him to sit up. Rick did as he tried to say something but the ball gag was still in. Seth told him "Stand up," then put a robe on him - Justin's bathrobe, grabbed some flip flops from Justin's closet to walk him downstairs and put him in his van. Seth had a work van already rigged for fastening packages and cases of goods in place. He put Rick in fastening his feet to the floor and his hands to the wall of the van. Rick (ball gag still in-place) tried to get his attention but Seth just put a hood on Rick and told him to settle down. Then he locked the van and headed back up to get Ty. When Seth walked-in he saw Ty placing his last post on BBRT, Adam, Grindr and Doublelist. He placed the same ad on each and sent out a group text to some hung tops who had fucked the last guy they took to the warehouse. The posted ad read: Straight bottom needs lots of cock and cum tonight, he just lost his cherry and needs more cum. Married with kids this guy is one horny fuck and just wants your big dick and cum. 30 yrs old, 5'10 160 hot bubble ass and a tight pussy. Come drop a load in him in the warehouse district. Ty immediately started getting request and text back. but waited to answer until they got to the van. When they entered Rick was trying to get free, Seth did not say a word but grabbed his taser shot it at Rick. His body jolted and shook and then he fell as far to the floor of the van. He turned and got back in the driver's seat and pulled off while Ty gave out the address of the warehouse in the group text and started lining up tops. By the time they got to the warehouse there were more then 50 responses. From those Ty invited 30 and gave them the address and then Ty opened the warehouse and got the fuck bench ready they used last time and Seth grabbed Rick after unfastening him and carried him in and placed him on the fuck bench not too gently and Rick woke up as his legs were being tied in place and then his hands were unfastened and tied to the bench also. His hood was pulled off and a blindfold was placed on him and Seth said get him ready bud. Ty grabbed a point and a band and tied off Rick's arm and gave him a large a point and then removed the band and Rick's head came up for the hanging position and Ty removed the ball gag. Rick said nothing much but "holy fuck, shit, wow." Ty got a drink ready and fed Rick the straw and he was told to drink and Rick did and soon Rick was flying. Seth pulled out the butt plug and pressed his thick cock against Rick's ass and slide in and began to fuck him while Rick moaned and spoke mumbled nonsense. Ty told Seth the first guys just parked and Seth started to pick up the pace and pound the slut's hole as a 50 year old 6'4 200 pound muscled guy and 35 year old ginger 6'1 and 180 walked in and the 50 year old walked over to Rick and unbuckled his pants and pulled out a 9" uncut thick dick and lifted Rick's head and spread his mouth and stuck it into Rick as he started to suck and lick all over the thick head. Rick started to make slurping sounds and while Red held his head he unfastened his button fly and out popped a 10 inch long medium thickness dick with a large PA. Seth started to breath heavy and soon unloaded another toxic load deep into Rick. Red came around and got down to view the used hole and pulled Rick's ass checks apart; holding them there with a slight gape as Red lined up his PA and pressed his dick against the used hole and in it went as he drove his dick deep in Rick. He long-dicked Rick who started to show signs that it hurt. The old guy was rock hard now and he started to slowly press into Rick's throat while Red tore up Rick's insides with his big knob on the PA. He got up on the bench by putting his feet on the steps on either side and started hammering Rick and then he growled and flung his head back and said "fucking whore there is your first load from me!" Red got down and pulled his dick back still rock hard and eased the PA out and then grabbed a rag he had brought and cleaned up the cum and a light smearing of blood off his dick. He then went over and took the 50 year old's place and made Rick clean off his dick. Two more guys entered; a Puerto Rican dude and white eastern European looking guy. It was clear they had not come together.The Rican got to Rick first and pulled-out his fat beer can 7 inch dick and fed it to the boy. The white guy stood there and rubbed his dick while he watch the older guy fuck Rick hard. Five minutes later he shot his load deep. Ty came over with the marker, he had been looking for it and he put a plus sign on one hip in the center above Rick's ass check and a minus sign on the other. Then he marked five '+ marks' on Rick's ass cheek for the five poz loads he had already taken. The Rican guy - all of 27, neg(-), 5'10, 160 pulled out of Rick's mouth and went around to his ass and pressed his fat dick in Rick and fucked him hard for ten minutes while the Eastern European guy pulled-out his fat uncut dick (it had to be 8 inches) and let Rick suck on his head. Red and the 50 year old had left but told Ty they would be back with two more buds who needed to dump their loads. Ty said "make sure you guys are back for the DP round" as he pointed to a mattress all set up and ready to go. Rick took 35 loads in all, 27 poz most toxic and the rest neg. He wore the slashes to prove it. When it was all done, his hole was wrecked and puffy. The guys grabbed him and tossed him in the van, tied him up again with a hood on, took him to an alley two miles from the warehouse and pulled him out of the van. It was dark again and they grabbed his phone and ordered an Uber back to Justin's place so Rick could grab his car. They tossed his clothes on the ground with his shoes. "Dude your uber will be in ten minutes, get your ass dressed and go the fuck home." Ty then said "I'm gonna take off your hood. Stay facing forward until we've driven off. Got it?" Rick agreed and two minutes later the guys were gone and Rick was getting dressed and his ass was leaking cum all over. When the Uber driver dropped him off Rick was too messed up to go home so he ended up in Justin's bed holding him and feeling his ass and playing with the butt plug. He ended up fisting Justin and came in Justin twice before he finally fell asleep for a few hours.

Colin's moaning didn't last long. Several minutes later, Andy jabbed his tongue in and then stood up, dragging his cock over Colin's hole. The head of his cock was wet with precum and slid easily into the spit covered entrance. Colin groaned as he got fucked again, his ass still hurt from the earlier penetrations and here he was in front of a bunch of guys getting fucked like a whore. Andy really liked being watched as he fucked, whether he was a top or bottom. He was even used to his dad watching him fuck and as he looked over Steve was staring back at him with a huge smile. "Charge him up good, son" Steve said as he stroked his cock. Andy got on his feet, jockey style, and hammered Colin's ass while Colin begged him to stop. After ten minutes Colin collapsed down on the sand, taking Andy with him. Andy slammed a few more times before he thrust in deep and fired off six jets of toxic seed. He laid there on top of Colin, the pair panting together a minute. Finally, Andy got off Colin and pulled him to his feet before leading him over to the other guys. "Show em your wrecked cunt, Newbie" Andy said to Colin sternly. Colin turned and showed his ass to PJ first, who shoved a finger in roughly, scraping around before pulling it out and licking his finger clean. Danny followed suit and made Colin yell out as the fingernail dug into his soft insides. Eric, Billy, and Steve each got their taste of the poison eating away at Colin's guts. Finally, Colin stood in front of Ken who stood up and looked over the marks on Colin's shoulder. "Seven with that breeding there. Nice job, Andy" Ken remarked. "Thanks. He'll have at least eight in the morning and then he's all yours" Andy replied with a sinister laugh. The group finally called it a night a few hours later and headed to their tents. Once inside, Andy told Colin "I'm gonna need that ass to keep my dick warm tonight so get closer" The two spooned and Andy humped Colin slowly until he shot another few spurts inside. A few hours later, Andy woke up feeling the cool air on his body and Colin had rolled away. He climbed on top and shoved his dick back into Colin's battered cunt. A few minutes of pounding had Colin whimpering and begging "Please... cum in me and let me sleep!" Andy gave Colin what he asked for, several jets of seed filling his ravaged hole and some time for rest to get ready for the next day. Andy woke up the next morning to the sound of Colin wanking. He grabbed Colin's hand and twisted it hard. "You heard the rules. Newbies can't jack off" Andy said loudly. He pulled Colin out of the tent and they stood there naked on the sand as Ken walked up to Colin. Ken reached down and grabbed Colin's balls and squeezed hard. Colin screamed out "FUCK!!!!" and soon everyone was standing around them. Ken squeezed again and said "I told you there would be hell to pay if you broke the rules" before loosening his grip. Colin started to double over in pain and PJ bear hugged him from behind to pull him up straight, his stiff cock nestling between Colin's butt cheeks. Ken squeezed his balls again, his face inches from Colin's. "This is just a sample. This is gonna feel like I tickled you compared to next time" Ken barked out. He squeezed hard one more time and then released him, walking back to the camp fire. Colin didn't remember much of the next two days. He drank heavily and was stumbling by the time they made camp both days. Both his ass and throat were sore from frequent fucks by the other six guys. Andy spent the rest of the trip fucking PJ, Danny and Eric until Thursday morning when he drilled Colin in the tent, leaving one more viral load in him. The group stopped a few times, giving Colin's ass more abuse until they arrived at the end point. They dragged the canoes up on the beach and waited for the bus to arrive. "I think this is the earliest we've ever finished" Ken said as he walked over to Colin who was sitting on the sand looking exhausted. "How'd you do?" Ken asked, not expecting an answer from Colin and looked over his back. "Hmmm, 31 loads. Not bad for a straight guy. Guess we'll wait and see if the trip was a success" added Ken. Steve walked up to Ken and nudged him with his elbow. "You gonna tell him?" Steve asked with a sinister smile. "Nah, let him figure it out. Hopefully he'll pass it on to a few before then" Ken replied. Colin looked up at the two guys and scrunched his face up, unclear on what they were talking about. He just hoped no one would tell his co-workers about him getting fucked and sucking dick the whole trip.

13 loads in 2-3 hours at an adult bookstore. I have done that twice. I only stopped because no one was left ?

a bit of sex, but mostly Poz Sci Fi Typhoid Mary, Poz McBeefy Everyone knows me as McBeefy, kind of superhero name since like them, I save lives. What I am doing right now, me, an epidemiologist, could not happen in real life, but the definition of “real life” has evolved over the past four weeks. What was inconceivable in January 2017 is my new normal in February. The Rock, Hollywood’s new Arnold, has inserted his 6’4” frame and 270 pounds of muscle in a sling where he fully intends to take all the abuse I deem fit to inflict, as long as my HIV positive sperm goes up his non-lubricated anus: lube prevents micro fissures and could jeopardize pozzing. The thirty other men in the room, all one hundred percent straight, muscular and famous, with at least half of them delightfully homophobic (i.e. NBA douchebags), are there to witness the seeding and pozzing. Here I am, a fifty-one-year-old poz gay guy, reliving the wedding nights of medieval kings who had to prove to an audience that coitus occurred. Too bad this is an s/m room and not a canopy bed since my straight court could check for traces of blood on pure white linen sheets, but hey, they can always sniff the floor under the sling. I hear gasps and see some men stop the most homophobic among them from killing me with their bare hands. I understand their rage, after all, I am bitch slapping the Rock’s face while screaming: “you want my poz juice you fukin whore?” I growl with pleasure in evaluating the effort it takes the Rock to tame the demon ruling his alpha mind, which would have led him to do something stupid like resist, or grab my wrist in midair. This man began his life as a professional wrestler and unlike most of the NBA male barbies in the room, he had learned to take it. I kick Mark Walberg with my left foot when sensing that his licking of my balls slows down, glad to feel how quickly he readjusts both his technique and pace. He is the lucky one in the group, the next in line to be pozzed by me. I suddenly shout “now” and Walberg grabs a camera and zooms in on my phallus, well lit by expert lighting. All the heads, especially the Rock, turn toward a giant TV that shows my ejaculating phallus in real-time. My pulsating dick, evidence that seeding, and by extension pozzing, is occurring, occupies the entire screen. The only demand of the men who were handpicked for the making of this video was that there is undeniable proof since, being men, they knew that just like women, men often faked ejaculation. I ruin everything by kissing the Rock, the worst act between men, but the stakes are too high and the man in the sling turns out to be more incredible than I could have ever imagined. The Rock knows that I am the key to saving civilization and passionately proceeds to kiss me back, no gag reflex, sending the loudest signal possible to all heterosexual men who, by the grace of god, or most likely nature, are still alive. Here I am, not only dancing with wolves but inseminating them. In order to understand how this is possible, I have to backtrack to four days ago, where I explained my plan at a TedEx presentation. I insisted that it took place in New-York because that’s where the highest concentration of survivors lived. I wanted to honor one of new-York’s sickest citizens: Typhoid Mary. The US public health, what was left of it, vehemently objected, considering that even though the infection rate was in decline the danger was still too high. They knew that a conference by me would attract everyone. They were right because I was World famous by then: the first human to not only survive Vega but develop a cure, or more precisely a form of protection. Vega had practically killed every human on the planet, except the pozs, the beautiful pozs, men and women who were HIV positive. Nothing extraordinary, just your basic immunology, like those whose alpha thalassemia protects against malaria. The first case of Vega appeared on YouTube in January 4th 2017. The video showed a tattooed Jersey Shore muscle douchebag, as he was coined on social media, screaming and making grand gestures on the beach in Atlantic City. The video went viral because this macho boy’s faggy dance ended by him dying on the sand. His death made the local news as the pathologist who examined him declared that he did not die of drug overdose but of something else, something the pathologist could not identify. The next morning six similar videos appeared on YouTube and by mid-afternoon it had reached five thousands. The world took pause when the screaming/dancing disease was attacking and killing old men with arthritis, pregnant women and celebrities. The third day, warning sirens were heard all over the world. Information about the epidemic was scarce as scientists had no idea how it spread or why it was killing its victims so fast. The disease took control of a person’s mind, making them shout and move with grand gestures, incapable of stopping. According to the WHO, only vegan and longtime vegetarians were succumbing, which is why journalists came up with name Vega. Not five days passed that epidemiologists had to revise their prognostics. Vega was one hundred percent deadly, vegan and vegetarians were simply dying more quickly but omnivores were no longer protected. No one knew if it was bacteria, a virus or a prion, but it was similar to the toxin that the jewel wasp injects in the brain of insects to transform them into slaves. Vega targeted the brain and caused such profound hysteria that the victim exhausted themselves with screams and grand gestures, ultimately dying of dehydration. Vega was not deadly per say, its side effects were. You knew someone had Vega when they abruptly became extremely claustrophobic, breaking doors and windows if they were kept inside, willing to die just to get outside. By week two of the Vega pandemic, the streets of the world were filled with the dead bodies of men, women and children. The vegans, the first batch to die, were already decomposing. The natural immunity of pozs did not take me long to discover, twenty-five years of epidemiology allows one’s brain to see connections where others would not. On day six of the epidemic, I was sitting on my back porch of my New-York flat in Chelsea (between 6th and 8th Avenues, from West 18th to 22nd, the highest concentration of gay male whores on the planet) when my upstairs neighbors rushed down the stairs screaming and shaking. I always lock my patio doors when I step out, even if I just want to take a bit of sun on my porch, so running back in was not an option. One of the lovely side effects of Vega, besides the yelling and gestural dance moves, is the insatiable need to grab and hold another human, any human, the first one you see. The only way for the infected to stop the screaming and shaking, a cure that would that last five minutes. I jumped over the railing and foolishly ran across the backyard to an alley leading to the street, where I was group hugged by so many screamers I froze and let it happen. It was not as if I could escape. No flesh eating zombie, no crushing monster machines, just human contact where an infected would find peace. Five to ten minutes later the shaking started again and each let go of his/her embrace, which allowed other screamers to reach my skin. The episode lasted for eight hours, long enough for all surrounding screamers to get their human contact fix. By late at night, I was surrounded with a wall of dead bodies, so cramped it made it impossible for other screamers to reach me. I dropped down on two twinks, the first of my dead huggers, exhausted and incapable of moving, ready for Vega to do its damage. I remember thinking that never in my life had by been surrounded by so many gay men, which would have been heaven had they been alive. By sunrise I had figured out that I was immune to Vega. Pure instinct! Not one hundred percent sure since experts had estimated that some victim took days before the symptoms appeared. I climbed over the wall of dead bodies and took a long breath when witnessing the carnage. No blood or torn limbs, just a sea of lifeless bodies, piled up over one another as far as the eyes could see. My movements attracted the attention of faraway screamers but there was no way they could reach me. I looked up and saw two of my neighbors at the windows of their respective apartments, both men who had been poz since the 1985, like me, both still alive. “Can it be?” I remember whispering. I began walking the streets of New-York, carefully avoiding the screamers by snaking around the dead bodies. I ended up in front of the Stonewall memorial where something extraordinary occurred. Forty seven years after the riots that helped launch gay rights, the homos were at it again, this time on the verge of saving the entire planet. I saw no less than fifty of my poz brothers, those beautiful promiscuous barebacking sluts I had come to idolize as an epidemiologist, in awe of human’s immune diversity, none of us remembering wearing a condom because we never embraced unnatural sex. These men that had shared my secret poz-whore-life had naturally gathered at the Stonewall. Their arms out, letting the screamers hug them, quelling the victims’ demons for a few minutes, until they let go and slowly died. I knew each of them personally, the ideal group of subjects for an epidemiologist. I did not have to waste with interviews and spread sheets; I had all the information I needed. As long as you were HIV positive, even with an undetectable load, you were immune to Vega. The following hours were insane, The best way to describe a secret group of men who had known before scientists, and the world, that safe sex was dangerous, that the only immune sound choice was to get it, get treated and get over it, was that of a coven of witches that possessed enough magic to never fall prey to idiotic medical ideas such as reinfection or transmission through oral sex. Beautiful bathhouse sluts that have had all the sex they wanted while swimming in a sea of viruses for over twenty years. Made total biological sense that this group would be immune. We began sharing information and it was clear that there were still people out there that had not been infected, negative that is. I needed to get the poz message out, and fast. Problem was that the millions, and I do mean millions, of dead bodies in the streets rendered useless any means of transport. “How’s this for moving around?” “Nava,” I whispered, looking at the girl stepping down from a fire truck she drove over cadavers as if they were tiny birds. She was a Prime just like me, a name those who got infected with HIV in the early eighties called themselves. Prime sounds so much better, and sexier, than long-time-survivor. When I first met Nava she was a hot guy. Her transition caused quite a shock since she he never once showed any sign that a woman dying to come out. More extraordinary, Nava managed to get all her hormones and surgery paid by the state of Nevada because she was poz, that he threatened to kill himself if he did not become a woman, and that he was a Navaho (if a Cherokee could become Cher, a Navaho became Nava) which meant that fluency in genders was his ancestral right. All this to say that when Nava reappeared in New-York in the mid 90’s, the stunning man was now a hot woman, who had sworn off pants. “How the hell did you learn to drive a fire truck?” “Girrrl…” That was Nava’s answer to everything. I had no idea how when she became a fireman, but I had learned that if it was possible, Nava could do it. Fire trucks was exactly what we needed and Nava selected a group of brave pozs to and thought them the basic of why firemen are so gay sexy. Here we were, commandeering several fire trucks, spreading outward from Stonewall to cover a large area of Manhattan, running over so many dead bodies that the asphalt became as slippery as ice, each of us working in pair: one driving and the other using the loud speakers to spread the good word. Pozs were immune and they needed to get out of hiding pronto. This led to funny situations, like a sixty year old New-York socialite, her face redone by years of facelift, stepping out of her central park luxury apartment, all dressed up with her Chanel jacket and wearing ridiculous high heel shoes, finding out that she was poz. Fighting the truth was impossible, even for a hot Hasidic Jew, who walked over to two tall drag queens in the lower east side, asking “what was going on?” and being met with large smiles and the traditional “girrrrl..” I became the natural leader, distributing orders, meeting no oppositions. I am six-foot and have been packing on the muscles for years with the help of lovely steroids paid by the government since poor little me had HIV. One of the fun facts about aids in the 1990: bugchasers, men who wanted to seroconvert, become poz, so they could get their steroids for free. My current poz army included men and women of all sizes, age, race and backgrounds, homeless to billionaires, illiterate to Nobel Prize candidates. Somehow, a fifty year old muscle bearded poz gay epidemiologist was the man for the job and whatever I said, they did. Clues about the spread and transmission of Vega were coming in too fast for me to process and devise a quarantine protocol. Vega hit the planet just six days ago and no matter what my poz peers, doctors and researchers, said, Vega’s propagation strategy was still a mystery. Only two facts were clear: pozs were immune and there were still neg survivors out there. My first order was to send all the poz as far as possible and find all the neg survivors and ask them to stay inside, not move since whatever they were doing, it worked. The second order was to raid all pharmacies and get all the HIV medication and store it in one place. At that moment, the best defense against Vega was to keep the pozs alive. I found myself having to deal with a lot of egos in crisis, men and women who had no idea that they were pozs and who begged get on the drugs immediately. I objected because none of them needed treatment at this moment since aids was slow to develop. More importantly, I needed a group of untreated pozs to assess if the viral load affected aids’ immunity to Vega. One thing apocalyptic zombie TV shows don’t show you is how the virus is never the main threat. See, if you suddenly don’t have enough people around, then everything breaks down. Forget government, police or hospitals, the most important aspect of modern life is the news and if there is no one around to tell you what is going on then there is no news. Survivors could go outdoor and start asking questions. Vega forced anyone with a pulse to hide. Information was a priority and again pozs came to the rescue, well in New-York that is. A lot of pozs worked in the media industry and it took only eight hours to stream live news bulletins from the major networks. We also set up cars with recorded messages that they would blast out of speakers all over the city. Luckily, the epidemic was just a couple of days old so television cables and satellites were still operating, which meant that people could still manifest themselves threw social medias. By the ninth day of Vega I had calculated that out of the twenty millions people in New-York, five thousands poz would be responsible to feed and bring water to twenty thousand negs, still sequestered in their apartments. “Nuclear!” Leave it to the French to get the world’s priorities in order. On the morning of the tenth day, the poz phenomenon had been discovered all over the world and ongoing Skype conferences were maintained between countries where the only items on the agenda were a) coordinate research to find a cure, and how to feed the survivors if a cure took months. I have to admit that this planetary cooperation was exhilarating; strangers coming up with brilliant, and for once out of the box, ideas practically every minute. It all came crashing down when a French woman in her early thirties managed to invade the Elyzee, France’s White House, and take over a Skype chat room by screaming “nuclear.” See, that’s the crucial bit of information all the apocalypse show don’t bother to tell you: human survival is impossible for more than a month because if the planet’s five hundred nuclear plants are not maintained, they will melt down and earth’s living organisms will die in a nuclear winter. Pozs to the rescue, again. The nuclear problem was a nightmare. Imagine figuring out a way to get pozs to far away nuclear plants (you try finding pozs in Utah), considering the billions of cadavers lining the street, not to mention gather enough nuclear plants experts still alive that could help. Somehow by day 12, most for the world’s uranium rods had been cooled down and we could go back the basics of saving humanity. This brings me to my TedX presentation in New-York. People were still dying which meant that Vega had found a way to break through walls. Research would take time, too much time, mostly because there wasn’t enough scientists around. I had the solution, but I knew it would take a hell of a lot of convincing, which is why I opted for a TedX format, a simple way to contact the World as it would be streamed, radioed, and televised everywhere. Nava was the genius behind the presentation, standing beside me with a ridiculously short red sequins dress, one foot in front of the other, like a price-is-right girl. I began by asking if there were any vegan in the crowd and even though they had become the new poster child for the plague, I got a courageous skinny hippy, a thirty-two year old girl, to stand up. Nava went to get her, smiling at hot guys as she contorted herself between the seats, aware that the most important part of a presentation was the demented clown that would bring laughs when things got too serious. I then asked if there were any 80 years old that had smoked and drank all their lives, and this time got two hands going up: a woman and a man. Nava did her tricks again, playing with her middle part, telling the man her penis just vanished because he was so old. This presentation was for ordinary folks and not epidemiologists so Nava strongly suggested that I follow the advice of Oscar Wilde: “in matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing.” I had been surrounded by wonderful people, aunts and uncles, who never gave a second thought about their health, indulging in all the smoking and alcoholism their bodies could endure, following the only true life moto: “fuck it if I die at forty.” As an epidemiologist, I had always been fascinated by those people that laughed at risks and screed the odds. I never got funding to study alcoholic-red-meat-eating-smokers, who just would not die, because public health was about risks, not solutions. I looked at my skinny vegan girl then turned to my two eighty years old and asked that each light up a cigarette. They were about to look in their pockets when Nava quickly showed a black and white scene of Betty Davis and Paul Henreid exchanging cigarettes on the screen behind us, and reenacted it with my two smokers. I got the reaction I was hoping of from my vegan girl: horror and three steps in the opposite direction. “Skip back to two months ago,” I said addressing the crowd. “Everyone would have crucified these two smokers and hailed the healthy vegan girl as a hero for trying to run away from certain death. And yet, no one would have bothered to ask: if smoking and drinking was so dangerous, how the hell can a man and a woman live to be eighty years old, and worst, show no sign of immediate death. Why did they survive? How dare they go past forty years old?” I paused and winked to Nava. “You guys carnivore right?” I said looking at my alcoholic smokers, knowing that the answer would be yes since I had yet to meet an alcoholic smoker who liked tofu. Nava came back on the stage with two steaks, cooked rare. The guy operating the camera zoomed in on the face of my vegan, more horror. I did not offer my two octogenarian forks or knives, just their fingers and teeth. They looked awful, spitting and coughing, ready to die at any minute, but then again, I had been surround by aunts and uncles having heart attack at diners, wait a few seconds, and grab desert once their pulse was back to normal. I kept bombarding my vegan girl with questions, hoping she would have an explanation for the death-defying stunt she was witnessing. The best OMG reaction I got from the crowd was when I explained that my two eighty years old, because of their age, were raised on food saturated with pesticides such as DDT. Some people objected but a quick video silenced them. If you were a child during the forties and the fifties, you loaded up on pesticides. “Look at them,” I said turning to my octogenarian who were taking puffs between bites, the sides of their lips red with blood, stubbornly going on with life. The words “what does natural mean?” flashed on the screen as I thanked my three panelists and asked Nava to escort them back to their seats. I went on to explain how the concepts of risks and nature could never be reconciled. My example might have been crude but it was clear, and efficient. I materialized two humans, a man and a woman, who had the highest odds of early death, their compound risk being so high that all epidemiological models predicted that they would be in the grave by age fifty. “Nature does not give a dam about risk. Nature,” I declared, “operates on another level.” I went on to display letters from medieval time where men and woman wrote about how they got the plague and days later got out of bed. The focus of the great plague had always been on the victims but never on its most amazing data, that one-third of everyone who got the plague survived. “Good ol’ immunity.” By then, the assistance had figured out where I was heading. My next slide was a color picture of HIV. I looked at a man in the audience, a distinguished gentleman in his seventies, and asked him if he would stand up. He refused, as I expected, so my next slide was of him, a picture taken in 1986, at a time when he was the lead epidemiologist for ActUp: my arched nemesis. In normal times, this man had the power to shut me down and lock me up, but at my conference, where the world considered me to be the savior, his words carried no weight. He looked straight at me with such defiance that it made crushing him sweeter. I went on to tell the story of my clash with ActUp as a young epidemiologist during the first blimps of the Aids epidemic. I kept asking annoying questions like “why don’t we all have it?” by we I men gay men. If HIV was transmittable orally they every gay guy would have tested positive and yet, when the test was available, a higher proportion of gay men tested negative, which made no sense if HIV was that easy to get. ActUp quickly thanked me of my services: they wanted to scare the population rather than educate. To this day, I know of hundreds of strict tops that have never used a condom, have filled thousands of gay men with their sperm and still test negative. I then gave a quick bio of my poz life. Got it when I was twenty-one and spent the next three years taking care of grown up friends dying, three of them in my tiny apartment and in my arms, all the while waiting for the disease to get me. About five years later, as death was still nowhere in sight, I discovered the letters I talked about earlier while working on my doctorate about the black plague. This made my epidemiological brain wonders. Fifteen years went by where I had no symptoms and no viral load. Nature and risk had clashed again, ActUp wanted me dead but Nature said: “Hell No.” I did get on the HIV cocktails when virus asserted itself, but not before discovering something marvelous: barebacking. The next slides were my best ones and Nava used her hands to frame the screen as if she was selling a Maserati, making naughty faces at videos and images of hot musclemen from Chicago IML, where gay muscle horny pigs gathered every year to elect Mister International Leather. Since its beginning, IML had been a big excuse for all the poz visionaries to do away with safe sex and revert to natural sex. I first attended IML in 1995 and freaked out when I got back home, having barebacked with at least one hundred guys, being mad at myself, letting the “risk” narrative poison my brain. A year passed and nothing. I went back to IML and found all the same men, a thousand of them, none of them sicker, all thriving. I had discovered my clan, my family. By 2001/2002 thanks to barebacking websites, being poz had become something to celebrate, honor, and share. A secret community of a million men worldwide had perversely discovered Nature’s truth, one that had been the law since life and diseases appeared: get it, get treated and get over it. The fiery eyes of my ActUp nemesis were all I needed to take it to the next level. I began a multi Skype session with friends from all over America and Europe. Men I had the privilege of breeding, self-proclaimed cumdumps that had been doing their best to get inseminated for decades. Each began telling his personal cumdump story, the conversation quickly turning into a competition where each wanted some gold medal having collected the most sperm, going as far as supporting their allegations with videos and selfies. I thanked each of them and stopped the live chats. It was turning into a pissing context and I getting away from the message. I kept photos on the screens of my four cumdump panelists and turned to the crowd, asking the audience to look at each of these men and asked that they described what they saw. Just like my eighty years old smoking alcoholic carnivores, these men were proof that risk and nature did not mix, each should have been dead, but instead were gorgeous, muscular and profoundly happy. Especially now that they were in charge of their designated group of survivors. So how did I get to do a poz video where I seroconvert straight alpha male movie and professional sports stars? Because of what happened next. I had just brought up on the screen a photo of Marry Mallon and was about to make a link between HIV positive men and Typhoid Mary when several screams were heard from people in the audience, suddenly standing up with their cell phones in the air. In one of the most cynical reversal of fortune human history had ever witnessed, the anti-gay nations had just doomed humanity. Remember the nuclear problem and how most nations solved the problem with the help of poz? Turned out that many countries did not. Homophobic states like Russia, China, North Korea, and all the Middle East were now paying the price for their conservative way of thinking. When the first poz appeared in the streets of Moscow, Beijing, Pyongyang, Riyadh, Singapore and so on, the locals, rather than embrace their saviors, saw this as a sign of God to kill the homos, now that they finally came out of hiding. The few men and women working for AIDS organizations in these countries had been frantically texting about these atrocities for weeks but no one paid attention. On the day of my TedX presentation, one of them sent a video of a dark cloud forming over a nuclear plant in Saint-Petersburg. The video went viral and within ten minutes, similar videos were shared from Iran, China and India. My brain began to race as I stood on the stage, Nava standing by my side with dread in her eyes, both of us understanding that time was our greatest enemy. I used the audience and their extended network to come up with a plan. Within half an hour, the following facts had triumphed. Every nuclear plant between Warsaw and Japan were doomed and if Vega did not kill the entire human race, radiations would. Atmospheric models were run and experts agreed that only two spots on the planet would be shielded, well relatively shielded, because of Earth’s atmospheric currents. Australia and the northern part of the province of Quebec. The solution: everyone who was still alive in Europe and the Americas needed to move to Northern Quebec, the rest should head for Australia. In order to achieve this unprecedented exodus, we needed a massive amount of pozs. There was enough evidence to support that survivors who had remained barricaded in their house were not catching the disease from their poz liaison. I still had no idea how Vega was transmitted but inaction meant certain death. There were whole families to move over thousands of miles. The solution resided in pozzing one person per family. “Mass infection.” That was my brilliant solution, an idea too appalling to be accepted at face value. The instant I discovered that poz were immune, I encouraged all the poz to stack up on their meds but stop taking them. HIV is a beautiful virus, one of the slowest to evolve, often taking years to manifest, and even with high viral loads, still allows the carrier to continue with his/her day to day activity. Weeks, even months of no meds would not impact the health of poz, no matter what ActUp and the medical establishment said. So here you have it. The Typhoid Mary/Poz McBeefy talk allowed for all the grownups, and not the dogma obsessed religious and political groups, to analyze, asses and act in record time. We had a month, five weeks at the most, before the nuclear fall outs reached us. The most efficient way to give aids was to have a poz ejaculate in a neg’s anus, having scratched the inside of the rectum to make sure it would enter the blood stream. Direct blood contact was not that efficient, unlike what had been advertised because HIV likes it hot. There was no time to discuss or propose alternatives, and I made sure ActUp and dogmatic doctors were silenced. Poz men needed to seed other men, end of. The first tests were so good that it had virologists reevaluate everything they knew about their domain. A negative man who was seeded in the morning could walk out by evening in the streets with no risk of catching Vega. It worked! We did not need to seroconvert everyone, nor did I want to, children and women were excluded. It was basic primitive biology, men would do the heavy lifting and women would take care of the kids. My pozzing video went more than viral, it became a religious affair. I remember sweating like a pig cuming in the Rock’s ass, grabbing his neck and forcing him to kiss me while I slapped his ass. Of course, most of these personal indulgences were edited out of the video. HIV did not require S/M. Nava was in charge or marketing and she used an old Uncle Sam’s WWII poster with the slogan “if he can, so can you” to introduce the first ever porn/public health campaign. The men I selected had achieved planetary fame so by the fourth day of its launching, fifteen percent of adult male world population was HIV positive. Nava, who had hired cyber thugs to infect the video will all types of lovely watchdogs, confirmed that certain parts of the video were being played over and over, by 100% straight men, who could not get enough close ups of my pulsating poz penis seeding the asses of the Rock, Mark Walberg, football, soccer and basketball stars, politicians and even a TV evangelist. We still lost negs to Vega, but saved enough to command respect from the general population. Nava, the impossible trans girl who refused to wear pants, managed to transport the highest number of people because, for reasons I don’t care to know, this freak of nature had learned to fly a 747, and was instrumental in forcing neg pilots to become positive and join her. By the second week after the video, power grids were coming down which meant that fuel pumps were no longer working and planes, cars and trains (yup, we pozzed all the train conductors we could find) were useless. I am ending this report from somewhere in the middle of the province of Quebec, close to one of their huge hydroelectric dams. The beauty of a viral apocalypse is that the entire manmade infrastructure is intact, an as is man’s science and technology. This part of Quebec may have been desolate but we knew how to build, gather and grow food, and take care of our health. In other words, we were ready to do a lot more than simply survive. By the time the first deadly radioactive rains hit Europe and the Americas, the protected areas of Quebec and Australia harbored respectively three and five millions humans. Vega had killed 99.893% of the human population. The pozzing had stopped since Vega was no longer infecting anyone. We could all get back on our meds. Nava moved in with me in one of the bunkers. We’re not lover, just exhausted. It’s a starry night in March and the aurora borealis are insane, apparently they love radioactive particles. Nava and I are looking at one another, smiling, still trying to understand what had just happened. Maybe it’s the side effect of the birth of a new society, or the grace that falls upon a group of humans that leaped over the apocalypse, but what I feared most never happened; the eradication of all pozs. Quite the opposite in fact. All the Primes, live Nava and I, proudly wear our poz tattoos on our necks or shoulders, never meeting a disapproving gaze when showing up in public areas. I thought that the heterosexual men who were forced to become poz would be sadden by the fact that they would never father children, but there were so many to take care of, one of the strange infection pattern of Vega which tended to favor adults, that real fatherhood, the act of a man providing for the young, took precedent over the archaic progenitor need. One last point. Our weather and nuclear scientists were wrong. This part of Quebec was protected from the nuclear fallout, but only for a time. Within fifty years, the planet would be a waste land. But not to worry, we already got people working on it.

How many of us bottoms are so horny we are taking covid risks? I've been getting on grindr going to truck stops every couple days and getting bred. They never use condoms. And if they know someone else there they like to watch my ass getting bred and used. Big, small, smelly or not, i love trucker cock!

So my roommate and I had always had an agreement that throughout the day that we were together in the 2 bedroom house we shared whoever fell asleep before the other would get tied up and slammed and get fucked while sleeping and that there was no way out of it. But it wasn't just going to be the roommate doing the fucking we agreed that the other had to hit up anyone on Grindr or any other gay hookup website or app and get as many guys as we could over to breed the sleeper. We were both Poz so we didn't care about anyone's status and if they partied it would make it better. Jeremy and I were both 19 and since we were always together in school and both on the swim team we both had similar builds. We both stood at 6ft and both had a nice swimmers six pack. I had nice thick 7 inch cock and Jeremy had a similar thick but 6 inch cock and we loved sucking on them when we were together. This night we were both out seperatly at different parties and I was the first to make it home. I walked in and went straight to the bathroom to wash off all the funky odores I got on me with all the girls that kept rubbing all over me. I was upset that I wasn't bringing home any of the guys to fuck me and really wasn't in the mood to jack off so as soon as I was out of the shower I just decided to turn in for the night and sleep all this day away. Jeremy It was three am and I stumbled in the door with the six guys that wanted to come home with me to fuck and I could see my roommates shoes by the front door so I knew he was home. I smiled and whispered for the other guys to be quite as I tip toed to my roommates room where I found him sound asleep on his belly with his as showing and slightly snoring. As per our agreed rules I went to the guys and told them all to strip their clothes at the door and explained to them what out agreement was. They all grinned ear to ear when they heard that and they all quickly got out of their clothes. I took mine off as well and made sure to grab the syringe full of Tina and the Tina laced lube I had brought with me and we all crept to my roommates room to get ready. Once in his room I quietly got the ropes from under his bed and started tying his wrist and ankles to his bed posts. Once they were secure I checked on him and he was still snoring soundly so I knew we could move on to the next part. I grabbed the syringe and the tourniquet and started to wrap it around his arm and passed the Tina laced lube to the guy with the biggest cock and whispered to him to plunge right into his ass as I plunged down on the needle. He nodded and got himself ready as I inserted the needle with no problem into his arm. I pulled back on the plunger and it filled nicely with blood signaling it was ready. I looked over at the big guy ready to fuck my roomy and he was aimed right at his hole with the other guys spreading his ass to help. I gave him the thumbs up and whispered if they were both lubed and ready and he smiled and gave a thumbs up as well. Ok I whispered and said on the count of there, 3 2 1. Right after one I plunged down on the needle and the guy slammed down into my roommates hole causing him to jolt up and scream in pain and surprise. More to cum little piggies

That really is an incredibly hot story. But it’s been made even hotter for me because I read it aloud to a young bloke by the name of Zane who’s with me at the moment. Zane’s visited me yesterday because I gave him some gear a couple of days ago and he wanted to know if I could give him some more. The first words he said to me when he walked in the door was, “I said I was going to do anything to earn more gear. You want to fuck me? I want to get totally fucked up with you and then you’re going to fuck me. As I was reading your story to Zane, he eased himself back onto my dick. That’s how horny hearing your story of Tanner losing his arse virginity and getting slammed for the first time given he heard it the day after he’s had both his first, second and third slam and been fucked for the first time too. Even as Zane was fucking himself on my dick while I was reading it to him, he asked me “did you poz me as well?” and seemed a little disappointed when I said that I don’t have HIV to give it to him. You know what his response to that was? “I wouldn’t care if you had. Getting slammed and fucked was the greatest thing ever.”

As a physiologist, i get the false notion that "you will not get loose overnight." I also get that "...practicing with dildos and plugs, a little 30min play 3 times a week goes a long way." my challenge has been my emotional/psychologicla connection to be opened and penetrated. For me, it's not just being opened and penetrated, it's the Man and the intent behind it. i was fortunate to have a FB (who never actually 'fucked' me) who introduced Himself as just liking to give massage. We got together at least once a week for over a year. He gave an amazing, erotic massage that made my legs spread and had so horny. After a few massages, He 'tested' me to see if i liked my hole used. Once He realized i'm a total bottom slut, it was game on. It took me a long time to realize, because He was patient and purposely slow and secretive about what He was doing. His intent was to open my hole... permanently. And He did, even 7 years later, my hole has never returned to completely the way it was before He opened me. i love Him for what He did to me. To me, His permanently changing my hole was every bit "breeding" and imprengating me with Himself. And that's where i am emotionally and psychologically with my pussy, it's not something i really want control over opening or breeding. Or i should say, that i feel i can open or breed myself? Because i connect its opening and breeding to the person who is doing it, it's not just an independent result. i'm a bottom, and have a distinct sub side, its not in my nature to open or penetrate a hole...even my own.

The problem is you will not get loose overnight. Contrary to popular belief it takes a lot to permanently stretch your hole. It is a muscle that is usually tight and close as for you not to shit yourself every time you get up. Keep practicing with dildos and plugs, a little 30min play 3 times a week goes a long way. It's not on how loose your hole is but on its ability to relax that anal muscle. Tantric breathing helps a lot with relaxing the lower are.

lol, yep, my garden and house have never looked this good. So far i have installed a tiled walk in shower, weeded and prepped all 9 of my 4x10 raised cedar garden beds. Strawberries and raspberries are in. Started Tomatoes, peppers, cokes and squash indoors and am dying for the threat of frost to pass so i can plant them. All my doors got 2 coats of paint. It's like the gay gods are helping us get stuff done around the house, knowing normally we'd be out looking for Men. sigh. i also seem to be one of those rare gay guys who likes to write and communicate through writing. Frankly, i love the build up of sexual tension that can happen writing back and forth to a guy and having to delay sex. It's sort of like intellectual and emotional edging. i LOVE getting to know a guy and am finding there are a lot more open to it now since they have fewer choices.

I can admire other Tops, he's hot as fuck.

Of course not if it is not your thing. Bottoms can, in fact, be the one in control. I like dominating my tops (sounds funny but hey, if you restrain them and do the work, it actually is possible), which also goes to say that I feel empowered to say no if I feel I should. Just because we're bottoms doesn't mean we have no choice but to submit. You can call it power bottom...redefined.

I think what we SHOULD accept is that it is a very real possibility that we will get something we don't want from a top. Some of us want to be pozzed up. Others are fine with getting just gono. Others would prefer to not catch anything. I'm not favouring one over another, but given what we are doing, bottoms need to reconcile the fact that if we whore it up enough, something will come our way. Might be the best thing ever. Might be the worst thing ever. All a matter of perspective and how ready we are to deal with the consequences of our choices. That said, you don't owe your hole to anybody. It's YOURS. You are responsible for your sexual health and your own orgasm.

My record is 9 at a glory hole in a sex shop.

I very much prefer raw dick in my ass. I have turned down some tops that have insisted on using a condom. The exceptions I've made have been guys with really big dicks that have insisted on using a condom. If he has an exceptional dick, I'll let him use one. I used to have a hot, young, Italian fuck buddy in London that would fuck me raw. He didn't like lube and preferred to fuck a used ass, using the other guys jizz as lube. He would always tell me that if a guy fucked me with a condom, to save the used condom for him to use as lube. He had dozens of cum filled used condoms in his freezer that he's unthaw and use as lube. He was one hell of a good top. I've missed him.

Unplanned 100%. I was chatting with a guy online and we met up for a drink. We were both totally into each other and soon would up making out in my car. Drove around a little playing with each other in the car and finding a secluded area. Finally we parked in a little lot hidden by trees and kept fooling around. I was only planning on some oral/jo type okay but before I knew it he was sucking my dick telling me how bad he wanted it in him. Totally unplanned and with only spit and determination I was balls deep in him. It was years ago and I never saw him again but definitely the first time I’d ever felt skin on skin and I got addicted haha

You responded to my brother post and yes my Bf and I are still fucking him as we both are Poz undetectable.

When he pulled out, I squatted down and licked his small cock clean. Seemed the least I could do. Then I did the same for Bill as he bent over the desk, burying my head between his flabby buttocks and licking up the cum from his warty hole. "Thanks," said Bill and sent me off to make a hot drink as Peter began to sweep up the foyer. It was nearly time for our shift to end. As I watched Peter's pert arse as he swept up, an idea occured to me about something we could do on our way home....

But, wait... there's (one) more... -------------------------------------------- Colin got home after the trip and tried to get back to his normal routine. His girlfriend seemed to be hornier than usual and while the memories of the canoe trip haunted him, he was happy to be able to fuck her. A few weeks later he got the flu and was surprised how accommodating Ken was at work. "Yeah, there's a bug goin' around. Just get yourself better" he told Colin. His fever was over a hundred, but only lasted a few days. The sweats at night kept going for over a month. The rash that covered his chest and back appeared one day and had faded four days later. He was weak and sore and stayed in bed for most of the week. Once he recovered enough to go back to work, his sexual appetite came back with a vengeance. He was screwing his girlfriend every day the first week until she came storming into the apartment one night after he got home from work. "What skank have you been fucking? You gave me a fuckin' STD!" she screamed at him as she started packing her stuff up. "What? No! I ain't been fuckin any other chicks than you, babe" Colin protested. "How did I get the clap, then? Divine miracle? You fuckin' cheating asshole! Get out of my way and I never want to see you again!" she said as she stormed out, lugging his two large duffel bags full of her clothes out the door. He increasingly found himself back at the booths in the adult book store and even told a few guys to "back their asses up" to the hole. After a several more heated accusations from women he fucked, he went to the clinic and got tested for STDs. He showed up at work the day after he got the results looking despondent and working much slower than normal. Ken noticed him walking aimlessly around the warehouse and called him over. "You ok, Colin? You seem pretty distracted" Ken said in a fatherly tone. Colin shook his head and a tear ran down his cheek. Ken took him into the office and asked "What's up?" After staring at his feet for several seconds Colin replied "I'm fucked, man. I went to the clinic and they told me I got some STDs. Gave me a big shot, but said one they can't cure." Ken smiled back at Colin. "You'll be fine. It comes with the territory. You fuck around, you'll catch something eventually. I've had my share. If they give you drugs, talk to me before you start taking them, though. I know some people that would love to take some of your potent seed first" Ken said as Colin nodded and headed back to work. It had been over four months since the canoe trip but Ken finally heard what he had been hoping for. He had Colin busy almost every weekend after that, either fucking chasers or naive neg guys he found. Sometimes it was just one guy and other times it was two or three. If he couldn't find a victim, he would drag Colin to the bathhouse and have him breed whoever he could. Ken even found the occasional girl for Colin to fuck. Colin got used to fucking guys and as long as no one tried to fuck him, he was good with it. It was nice getting laid as much as he wanted and not having to deal with a relationship. "I'm a horny guy, but these fags can't seem to get enough" Colin thought. "Hey Colin, come here" Ken yelled out one day. "Yeah, boss?" Colin said as he ran up to Ken. "You takin' those drugs?" Ken asked. "No, you told me not to and I haven't been back to the clinic since they gave em to me" Colin replied. "Good. You up for another Canoe trip? You get to fuck this year" Ken said with a grin.

I watched Louis walk down the path toward the bar, but he turned and headed over to the next row of campsites. My curiosity got to me and I started to follow him, making sure I stayed far enough behind him so he didn't see me. I wanted him to do what he wanted and left him to it. I saw him stop at Larry and Trey's site for a few minutes and then kept walking. Once I got to Larry's site I was surprised to see Trey bent over the end of the picnic table getting fucked. A hat at the other end of the table had several $5 bills in it. "Five bucks gives ya five minutes" Larry told a few guys next to me. "You get it for free, of course" he said pointing to me. I smiled seeing the cum dripping from Trey's ass and then continued following Louis. As I turned on to the next row of sites, I saw Louis leading the 50's bear down the path towards the bar. The guy's partner, the naked 40's otter was following a short distance behind. They walked past the bar and down toward our campsite. I kept myself hidden, but tailed them and watched as Louis led the pair to the playground. I was too far away to hear anything, but I could figure it all out just by watching. Louis pointed at the sling and the bear took his jeans and boxers off, handing them to the otter who folded them and set them down on a bench. The bear laid back on the sling and adjusted himself so his ass was hanging off the edge. Next, Louis' finger was pointing and the otter was on his knees next to the sling. Louis raised the bear's legs up and put his feet in the straps. Next, he took his own jeans off and was standing there, naked, between the bear's legs. He kneeled down and buried his face in the bear's ass. I could see the otter squirm and I could tell that he was uncomfortable watching his Dom in this position. Louis spent several minutes eating out the bears hole and I faintly heard grunts and groans that seemed to be coming from both of them. I moved around to try and get a better view and stopped just as Louis stood up. He dragged his cock along the bear's crack and then pushed it to his hole. He paused and I saw him saying something to the bear right before he pushed in. The otter gasped as he watched his top get penetrated. Louis slowly sank into the guy and then pulled back. The second time he plunged in a little faster and kept building speed slowly. Once he got a good rhythm going, he let the sling start to do most of the work and had the bear fucking himself on Louis's shaft. Occasionally, Louis would give a firm thrust into the bear and push him all the way off until he tugged on the chains and impaled the guy again. It was obvious that this was not going to be a quick five minute fuck and Louis was speeding up and slowing down, thrusting hard then gentle. It was nice to stand there and watch Louis fuck. Whenever I had done it before, either he was fucking me or we were part of a group. Other than rubbing my crotch, I now had my undivided attention on watching him. He was sexy, confident and fluid in his motions. He was even sexier to me now than when we first met and realized I was proud of how far he'd come. Less than a year ago he was a straight guy in an unhappy relationship and now he was a bi guy with a lot more variety in how and who he fucked. I kept watching and was captivated as I had my own private porno going on in front of me. Louis pulled on the chains and buried his cock to the hilt and held the guy there a moment. He slammed in a few times before he began pounding the bear's ass. I could see the sweat glisten on his hairy body and fly off on to the bear. Both of them seemed to be growling with Louis being the more vocal one. After a few minutes, he shoved in hard and I could see his body shake as he flooded the bear's guts with a pent up load. They stood there for a little while and Louis slowly pulled out. I could tell he was talking to the bear's sub and soon the otter was reluctantly licking the bear's ass clean of Louis' cum. Louis pulled his shorts on and looked around. There were only four or five of us watching but Louis had a large smile on his face. He walked up to me and said "That should teach that fucker for encouraging everyone to fuck our brains out." I chuckled and started to walk back to our campsite. "Who's your next one?" Louis asked. "Not sure yet, I'm a little thirsty" I replied and kept walking. Louis followed me into the bar. Once inside, I stopped and slowly looked around at the scattered crowd of guys. Everyone's eyes turned to us and all of them stopped talking. I grinned and walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool and Louis took the one next to me. "A couple pints, Joey" I said. Joey poured the pints and set them down in front of us. I could feel the eyes staring at Louis and I and there were only a few hushed words. A little breeze came through the door and I could smell the sweat and cum from Louis' body. If I wasn't plotting my next move, I would have dragged him back to the tent and licked and sniffed every inch of his body. "Sounds like you two have been taking advantage of the cuffs. Larry and his son earlier and then George just now" Joey said with a little nervousness in his voice. I waited a few seconds before I answered, wanting to keep the tension in the air. "Seems silly to waste an opportunity like this. Besides, there's a nice selection of guys to choose from" I replied. Louis snickered and we both wondered what response we would get. With nothing but silence, I added "We weren't totally selfish. We shared Trey with a few guys" and then chuckled. No one seemed to laugh at my joke and Louis and I slowly nursed our beers. A little while later Joey called out "Sam, cover the bar for a bit, I need a smoke break." A younger, skinny guy came around the bar and gave Joey a pack of reds. Joey walked out the back door and I waited a minute before standing up and said to Louis, a little louder than necessary, "I left my phone in the tent. Be right back, grab me another pint, please." I walked out of the bar and looked around. Joey was over near a BBQ grill, staring off into the sky as he dragged on a cig. I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone out, heading over his way. "Hey Joey, guess what?" He looked at me, completely confused. The more I stared back at him the more he realized what was about to happen. "You're fuckin' next" I said as I turned him around. I pulled his cargo shorts down which left him in a jockstrap and a sweat soaked tee. "I've wanted this ass since I first came up here years ago" I said. I opened my shorts just enough to pull my quickly hardening cock out. "Oh fuck" Joey blurted out. I chuckled and pulled his tee off before I wrapped my arm around his thick body. Whispering into his ear, I said "you set us up and now it's time to pay." I ground against his furry ass a little bit before my cock was so fuckin hard I couldn't bear it. My shaft rubbed up and down along his crack a few more seconds, leaking precum over his fur and my dick. I aimed my phone down and pushed record as I guided my cock in and only a few strokes later my cock found it's target. "Oh shit. Make it quick, I need to be back inside soon" Joey said. I stood there, my cock leaking pre and nestled tight against Joey's hole. "Nah, I want this to last. I want people to come out here wondering what happened to you and watch you get fucked" I said. I heard him gasp and then laughed to myself. Pushing harder, I soon felt his hole start to let me in. He was one of the tightest I had fucked in a while and I quickly remembered the first few fucks with Louis. Joey wasn't used to being fucked and that made getting my dick inside him even more enjoyable. I rocked my hips slowly at first, pushing deeper into him and then pulling back. It was a good thing I'd already blown a few loads today or I would have shot within a minute or two. Each stroke got longer and longer and Joey was whimpering at feeling my bare dick fuck his ass. The longer I fucked the more I realized Joey wasn't used to being on this end of a fuck. The harder I fucked, the more verbal Joey got. Lots of bottoms I fuck quickly move into moaning or other ways of showing that they love taking dick. Not Joey. He was a top and he wasn't giving in to the pleasure his ass could know. At that time, I really didn't care. It was a different attitude than I normally had, since I usually wanted my sex partner to have as much pleasure as I was getting. But Joey had set us up to be the camp bitches for the night and I was going to make sure he was going to endure a long, hard fuck. I may have started out slow, but once I had him stretched a bit I fucked harder. I wasn't going to be a jerk and rape him, but I was pounding his ass. While Joey was a big guy with plenty of padding, his ass was pretty firm and muscular like his legs. The more I fucked the louder his grunts got and it didn't take long for us to attract a crowd. I was sure Joey didn't want to have a bunch of his customers watch him get fucked, he didn't have a choice and I really like having an audience. I pushed him over and he grabbed the ends of the grill while I drilled his ass. The camera was catching each thrust in and out of his furry ass and when I watched it later you could see the sweat drip down over the hair on his back and ass. I glanced around and the group had gotten bigger, some even stroking their cocks as I fucked Joey. "Come on, dude. Finish up, I can't take any more" Joey whined. I laughed and replied "Sometimes it takes me a while to cum." I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, drilling his ass and then slowed down. I'm pretty sure everyone was out of the bar and watching the owner get fucked. I saw Louis who had a big grin peering out of his bushy beard watch me fuck Joey. I really have no idea how long I fucked but it was obvious that Joey was in pain. He had a lot of lube in his ass from all the precum my cock was dripping, but that really wasn't enough. He was tight and I was making him feel every inch of my cock plus the piercing. My balls started to churn and I didn't think I could last much more. Louis came over and took the phone from my hand and became my cameraman. My mind wanted to fuck Joey for a few more hours but my balls said "breed him." The last few strokes got ragged as did my breath and I slammed in a few more times before my balls won the battle. Ropes of hot cum flooded Joey's ravaged ass as I moaned out with each one. I heard lots of comments as guys around us realized I was cumming deep inside Joey. They may have been surprised that a top guy like Joey got fucked and bred, but Joey knew that the moment that the cuffs no longer meant anything the party was over. He took it in hopes that there would be another "designated hole" the following year. I pulled Joey up and felt his sweaty back on my chest. My arms wrapped around him while my dick was still buried in his ass. I whispered in his ear "Thanks, bud. You can be my bitch any time" before laughing loudly. The crowd started to move back to their tents or the bar and I pulled my cock out of Joey's ass. I slapped his butt and Louis zoomed in on the cum running out of Joey's hole. Joey pulled up his shorts and turned back to me. "You're a fucking asshole" he said to me and then laughed. We gave each other a hug and walked back into the bar, our arms wrapped around each other. I sat down on my stool as Joey walked back on to the other side. "I think you owe me another pint, since I just dumped one up your ass" I said with a grin.

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my ex once made a posicle out of 15 of his loads and I sucked on it while three guys and him fucked me it was hot

my record's 25-30 -- I'm bad at math [EG] -- on multiple occasions in my 30s in XXX bookstores, bathhouses, and bars. the biggest turn-on for me was doing it in a bar during Southern Decadence in New Orleans, w/everybody watching and risk that the police might walk in, yank my head off a BBC and cuff me. I didn't happen, but it could. part of me hoped it would!)[EG] yes, my jaw was sore, and no, I didn't feel physically sick afterward... just super, super turned on, after 5-6 loads in my mouth, I'm SO horned up I'll blow absolutely ANYBODY. and I do, obviously. I'm not at all picky. I love BBC.

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My record is 30 at age 16 on a gay parking.. it was a real busy night! In my 20's my record was 25 at an adult bookstore I just became poz and also took 14 loads in my ass that day.. In my 30's my record is 22 three times.. Once at a park at night, Once at a sauna and once in a gaycinema.. Love to give cum, but love to take it to ..

I had a fuck buddy once who invited me to a dinner party with his other friends, all of whom I didn't know). After we had been there a couple of hours and everyone had already had a few drinks, he asked me to get something for him from his bedroom. I went in there looking for it and a few seconds later I hear the door close and one of his guests had walked in and shut the door behind him. He walked over to me and told me that I was supposed to suck his cock and I was like "What?" and he moved up close to me and pushed me down to my knees and started to unbuckle his pants and whipped his cock out. He took my head and pressed it up against his crotch and made me start sucking his cock. He fucked my face and shot his load, zipped up and walked out, without saying a word. Before I could get off my knees another one of his guests walked in and closed the door, and started pulling his cock out as he walked over. I ended up sucking off all ten of his guests one by one and my buddy was the last one to come in the door to fuck my face. He told me he knew what a great cocksucker I was so he wanted all of his friend to have a chance to experience me for themselves. After I swallowed his load, we went back out and we had dinner. It was really awkward (but awesome) to be sitting there with a group of guys whom I had just sucked off. Later that night a few of the guys came back for seconds and I was more than happy to oblige.

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That was the initial protocol that came out 8 years ago. Since then "PrEP On Demand" was proven effective in numerous studies starting with the IPERGAY study. It shows that 2 pills 2+ hours before sex and then one pill daily until 48 hour after the last sexual encounter is sufficient to stop infection in men who have sex with men who's primary risk is anal sex (I don't believe it's approved for folks with vaginas). Bottom line, most people on this site don't need to take it for 28 days, 2 days is sufficient.

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I think bareback is the new norm. Porn sites reflect that as well as what my husband and I have found in bath houses and group parties the past few years. With a condom two gay men totally miss out on that super moment when one takes the jizz of the other. I have not seen or been around a condom for several years.

I watched Jake abuse the boy's stiff dick like the expert, seasoned cocksucker he'd become. Tanner was completely lost in the sensation, being edged almost continuously and not being able to cum. I had to admire my handiwork as the two hot little studs made out with other, feeling each other's tight little bodies, massaging, squeezing, exploring as their tongues embraced. I took a final hit, sauntered over to the boys, put my mouth next to theirs and exhaled, watching the boys breathe in the white cloud as it dissolved around them. I joined them in a three way kiss, sucking on Tanner's tongue then moving to shove my tongue down Jake's throat. "Can I fuck him ?" Jake whimpered I patted him on the head, "Not yet...I'm gonna replace the seed you felched out of him" "Ok daddy" Jake replied, my dick stiffened. "Tanner, daddy's gonna fuck you...when he cums, clench your ass...I don't wanna see his vim leak out...I don't want to punish you" Jake commanded, in between sweetly kissing the boy. "Turn around, turn out your ass and spread your cheeks boy" I said Tanner complied instantly, straddling the chair. Jake went round the back, stood on a Stoll and shoved his cock into the jocks throat one thrust and his 8 inches vanished without so much of a cough from Tanner. I rubbed my now concrete shaft on the boys hole... "Open it boy" I said, he complied...his tight boy cherry parted ever so slightly, pulsed open. I took the opportunity to shove my index finger in at its most open. It was like hot silk up there and I had to moan. "Its going to be rough boy, I'm going to Fuck you into manhood" I fingered his prostate and I swear he nearly swallowed Jake's ball sack as well as his entire shaft. "You'll thank me later when some of my friends Fuck you into oblivion....you won't want to be tight in an hour boy, and you won't be" I ran my nail along his pleasure button and felt him spasm uncontrollably.... another anti-orgasm swept over him. I ripped my finger out and delighted as he hole stayed open just a little bit longer. "1..." I said, spitting on my hand. "2..." "Here...we...go" "3" I shoved my entire shaft up his gently open cum-lined shoot...this time he moaned hard and Jake pulled out of his throat. "Just in case" he laughed. He took a hit of poppers, and watched me as I pressed into Tanner. He was way too tight for what I had planned and he'd have to loosen up quickly, 3,4,5 inches pushed past his hole's resistance. The boys shared the amyl and, in no time I was buried to the hilt in his hot little ass. My hands gripped his hips tightly as he breathed deep and hard. No help waiting, the boy needed it hard if he was going to make it through our party. I started pulling out, I thought he was about to scream but he moaned deeply instead. "Yesssss" he sighed in a thick baritone I'd have to thank Bruno, my dealer later...whatever he'd given me, was working magic on Tanner. Even as his ass lips tugged against my invading cock, blossoming on my being shaft, he still wanted more. I shoved back in. "Whoah" Jake clapped, "Fuck that's hot" "Can..." Tanned started as I shoved in and out of his de-virgined cunt "Can...I...uh....please....uh...God...suck your cock!" He cried, head up back low, ass out. Jake looked at me with sheer glee, took a step forward, eyes still fixed on mine and planted Tanner at the root of his dick...matching my thrusts into the Adonis' throat. Bit by bit, I felt Tanner's hole stretch but, not quick enough. He'd make all our guests cum in seconds in this state....I was only lasting so long because of sheer, mental diligence. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and pummelled the boy's pussy like it was going out of fashion, in out, feeling it tense looser and looser around me. The the fog of my discipline of not cumming, I felt Tanner move slightly, backing up towards me. Then another set of legs by mine. I slowed down, opened my eyes and saw that Jake was sitting in the chair, under Tanner...cock primed. He smiled at me over Tanner's shoulder. "Need some help?" he asked, pushing his cock head ever so slowly against the underside of my shaft. "You read my mind fucker" I said..."Here though" I pulled completely out of Tanner, rubbing my pre cum, ass juice coated shaft on Jakes, then shoved back in. Jake smiled, bit his lip and pressed his dick against Tanner's stuffed cunt. As Jake applied pressure, Tanner's head flew up "Yea!!" he cried..."Fuck me...uh...together!" You gotta love jocks, I thought. Always up for the challenge. I heard Jake grunt loudly, felt a piercing rip shudder through Tanner's body and then, Jake's cock head pop through the outer ring, lodged next to the base of my already ball-deep shaft.