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Brad tugged at his bow tie trying to get it aligned perfectly. Today is to be full of life changing events. His mind drifts back as he stares off into space. Brad met Jason nearly two years ago by chance. They lived in the same building and some of Jason's mail was delivered to him by mistake. Slipping it under Jason's door, he was startled by a voice behind him. "May I help you?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I got some mail by mistake and was simply returning it." Brad's heart was pounding. This man was a god hovering over him still knelt at the door. Their eyes locked on each other, fate was knitting its tapestry that would bring these two together. They gradually became acquaintances, then friends, and then much more. All this time, it has been safe sex. Who knows how many condoms the guys used during their relationship. Brad is negative, while Jason is HIV positive and considers himself a 'purist.' He refuses to take any meds unless he absolutely has to. He's never had to, being in decent, yet toxic, health. Tonight, Brad and Jason will be standing at the altar. Vowing their love for one another has another commitment. Brad was never a chaser, but his love for Jason has made him crave being bred, without a barrier between them. When Jason proposed, Brad said yes on the condition that on their wedding Jason would finally impregnate him, making them equals and one in the DNA. --- A voice breaks Brad from his mental trip down memory lane. "Are you ready, Brad?" Here it was, the commitment that would change his life, and his body, forever. Brad nods, and is escorted to the ceremony. --- After a beautiful ceremony and reception, the newly weds finally arrive at the honeymoon suite. Jason holds Brad from behind as they look out at the view beyond the balcony, kissing his neck gently. "We don't have to do this tonight if you are having second thoughts, Brad." "No, baby, I want this. I need to be with you fully and completely." "I've never knowingly pozzed anyone. I've always been safe." "I know, Jason. I've not been a chaser, but I love you so much, I feel I must give myself to you and take all of you into myself." Jason turns Brad around and begins to undress him slowly. Brad in turn lovingly disrobes his husband. Standing naked, cocks pressed together as their tongues dance, hands roaming and kneading shoulders, back and ass. Brad pulls Jason to the bed, grabbing lube from the nightstand. Jason kisses Brad gently, then down his neck, across his chest taking a nipple into his mouth, alternating between gently sucking and firm bites. Brad moans, his hips bucking against Jason's, their cocks leaking precum freely. Jason kisses down Brad's stomach, tonguing his belly button, then trailing down to his shaft, licking up the underside as it throbs. He takes the head into his mouth and slowly pulls Brad deep into his mouth. Teasing the pisshole with his tongue with each stroke. Jason licks back down the underside of Brad's cock, down to his full balls, tugging the sac with his teeth, tongue circling each of them. Looking up Brad's body, his eyes again meeting Brad's , who nods and bites his lower lip. Jason's tongue dances down Brad's taint, to his awaiting pucker. Making laps while pushing into the center, making Brad squirm. "Oh my god, I need you inside me!" With a serious look, Jason looks back up. "Are you sure, baby?" "I've never been more sure of anything my whole life." With that, Jason lifts Brad's legs, applying lube to his quivering hole as well as his shaft. The poz cockhead teases Brad's hole for the first time ever without a condom separating them. The head breaks through the outer pucker as Brad wraps his legs around Jason's hips resting on his ass. After taking his time to push in, his balls come to rest on the outskirts of Brad's now full hole. Slow deliberate thrusts send waves of pleasure through Brad's body. "I may not last long the first time without the desensitized feeling of the condom." "I don't care, I just need it. We have rest of our lives to make love. Fuck me and fill me with your toxic cum!" With that, Jason's thrusts increase in intensity. Slamming into his lover's negative hole. A sense of urgency flushes over Jason. "I'm so close. I'm going to make you part of me forever." "Yes, poz my neg hole!" With a loud grunt, Jason seems to be trying to force his whole being into Brad's chute. "FUUUUCK!! Take my toxic load!" Brad grips Jason tighter holding him inside him deep, feeling pulse after pulse of Jason's poz cock filling his ass with a seven day load, as they abstained prior to the ceremony. Jason opens his eyes as the orgasm ebbs, seeing Brad lost in thought. "Are you ok, my love?" "I couldn't be better. Finally your cum is where it belongs." "I love you, Brad." "I love you, Jason." Jason gets off the bed, with Brad looking at him quizzically. "What are you doing?" Jason rummages around in a suitcase then pulls out a buttplug. "We'll use this, my sweet husband, to ensure a wedding night knock up." He grins as he gently inserts it into Brad's red and swollen pucker. "If not, we'll keep trying." They kiss passionately and then drift off to sweet slumber. All was right in the world.

Working from home during the Corona quarantine, my house needed painting. Called up my painter and he sent his crew of hot Hispanic guys to get started. As I was working from my home office with hot BB porn plying on computer one of the painters was outside prepping for painting and saw the porn playing on the computer through the window. He looked at me setting at my desk smiled and rubbed his crotch though his shorts. I kept going outside to check the progress and the painter kept smiling at me. When he was sure other were not looking, he would rub his crotch. I went inside took a shower and clean my ass. Late in the day my door bell rang and it was the painter who rubbed his crotch, he said he sent the rest of his crew off to prep another job while rubbing his crotch with a big grin. In his broken English he said he has something I might want and asked if I was interested. I said hell ya I want some dick. He closed the front door a slipped of his shirt, took off his shoes and unzipped his shorts. As the shorts feel the ground his hairy crotch was revealed. He was not wearing any underwear. He is in his mid-twenties with a big uncut cock, hairy balls, chest, and legs. Hispanic guys are my weakness. He said you wanna suck it, get it hard and wet cause I want that ass. I went over, dropped to my knees, and sucked his uncut cock into my mouth. As it grew in my mouth, I was tugging his big balls. After a few minutes of me sucking his cock and hairy nut sack his cock popped out of my mouth fully hard with the mushroom head exposed from the foreskin. He was moaning and saying things in Spanish as I worked his musky smelling cock and nutsack. As I worked his cock, he got my jeans unbuckled and was fingering my hairy hole with his split slicked fingers. He was stretching my hole open with one finger and first then adding more fingers. I savored the musky smell of his crotch as I worked it with my tongue and mouth. He pulled me off his cock and stuck his tongue in my mouth as he continued too work my hole with his fingers. I went to suck on his nipples as he forced my face to his hairy pits. They smelled all musky and sweating, I went to town on the pits as he kept fingering my ass. He pulled me from his pits and said bedroom. We went upstairs to the bedroom his hard cock leading the way while I followed, loved looking at that hairy ass as I followed. When we got to the bedroom, I told him I wanted to eat his ass, he said only if he could eat mine before fucking it. He laid on my bed as I spread his hairy ass checks and found his pink hole, with my tongue. As I was tonged his ass, he pushed his cock down between his legs. I worked over both with my tongue as he squirmed, moaned, and kept saying things in Spanish. After a few minutes he said he needed my ass. He rolled me on the bed onto my back, pushed me legs and ass up until my hole was exposed. I reached for the poppers on the nightstand took a big whiff and offered them to him, he also took a whiff. He spread my checks and spit in my hole. He used his tongue and fingers to open it up. I was moaning and writhing all over the bed as he worked my hole. After about 10 minutes I was begging him to fuck me. He kept working my hole with his tongue and fingers, sucking my cock and balls as I kept begging for him to put his big 9-inch cock in me. He says you want this cock, I say hell yell, as he reaches for some lube, he sees condoms on the nightstand and asks can I fuck you raw. I tell him to breed my ass. He gets up one all 4s as he lubes his cock and my hole and asks if I am ready for his big cock, he slowly puts the big mushroom head to my ass and pushes it in. I take another hit of the poppers, my ass is on fire as his dick is thick and long. He continues to push into me until his big bull balls are resting against my ass. He leaves his cock balls deep and reaches around to stroke my cock as he flexes his dick in my ass. Slowly he begins to move short strokes in my ass. It is starting to feel good as I have become accustomed to his dick up my ass. As my ass opens his strokes become longer and harder. He starts to really pound my ass. I am in extasy as his big Hispanic dick uses my hole. He is grunting and moaning as he fucks me. I am moaning as that big dick pounds my hole. He is shouting as he fucks me telling my he likes my tight man pussy, telling me he is gonna breed my ass. He fucks me for 15 minutes deep and hard. He starts to groan, moan and tells me to get ready for his load. He slams in deep and I feel his warm cum load deep up my hole as he cums deep up my ass. Sweat is dripping from him onto my back. He is panting telling me how he loves my ass with his cock still deep in. He slowly pulls out of my ass still semi hard. I fell his cum leaking out of my ass. He lays back on the bed I lean over and start sucking his cocking clean it with my mouth. As I suck his cock it becomes hard again. He grabs my head and forces it up and down on his cock. He says suck it good then you can ride it. He fingers my cummy ass and brings fingers to my mouth to suck, lick and eat. My ass is wet and dripping. I continue to suck on his cock until he tells me to jump on it and ride it. I add some more lube to his cock and my hole and straddle him on the bed while he aims his cock to my hole. I sink onto his cock and start bouncing up and down while he tells to ride it. He starts bucking up to meet my thrust. After a few minutes he yells out he is cumming and take my load. As he shoots another load up my ass I bend down and kiss him. We continue tonguing each other’s mouth until his cock softens and slides out of my ass. We lay there on the bed all covered in sweat, cum leaking out of my ass, the room smelling of man sex and cum. After a while he says let’s jump in the shower. We showered and wash each other. After we shower, we don’t dress and lounge around with some beers. We talk about how much we enjoyed fucking and how much fun we had. I say by the way I am Bob; he chuckles and says he is Juan. I ask if he wants to get together again, he says hell ya, he will be around next two days and has many more paint jobs in my neighborhood. Said he loves filling my ass with his cum He gets a serious look and asks if I would be interested in getting together with him and another painter on his crew at the same time. I tell him that would be hot. All the crew are sexy Hispanic guys. He tells me that the other guy is a top also with a big uncut cock. Said he will talk with the other guy on his crew to see if he would be interested in tag teaming my ass after their work tomorrow. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Ch 1. Michael stood outside of the packed club. It was Saturday night and everyone was out partying. The bass could be heard and felt from the sidewalk. He took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and heading inside. Michael was 27 years old. He was 5’11” with a solid athletic build, brown hair, and hazel eyes. He headed up the few steps just inside the door and walked to the bar in the center of the room. He already felt his nerves starting to get the best of him. He ordered a drink and stood as casually as he could by the bar. This was his first night out alone in over two years and Michael could feel how awkward he looked. Several guys around the bar looked at him. Michael felt like they were staring a hole right through him. He pounded his first drink and ordered another one before deciding to head upstairs to the second level of the club. As he climbed the stairs, the music and the bass became louder, more upbeat. He was now on the dance floor. Again he stood casually on the side lines and watched as the mass of guys danced to the beat. He pounded his second drink and headed to the bar on the other side of the dance floor. Michael ordered another drink. His nerves starting to calm down as his first two drinks started to run through him. As he waited, another guy walked up to the bar next to him. The bartender returned with Michael’s drink and then turned to take the guy’s order. Michael picked up his drink and as he turned to leave the bar, he caught a glimpse of the guy next to him. He stood 6’1” with a muscular frame and fire auburn hair. Michael locked eyes with him. He couldn’t help but stand there, frozen, and stare. His chiseled face, and from what Michael could see of his body being exposed by a tight fitting tank top, was covered in freckles. Michael was in awe. “Hey” the guy said to Michael. He couldn’t speak. Michael smiled sheepishly at him and went back to the dance floor. As he stood there he found himself starting to move with the beat. Halfway through his third drink and he was starting to feel looser. He let his mind go and danced in the crowd. Michael quickly came back to reality when he felt someone come up behind him and put their hands around his waist. Michael jumped and looked back as the guy still had his hands around his waist. It was the ginger from the bar. He smiled at Michael. “You’re really attractive.” He said over the roar of the bass. “Thanks. Hardly as attractive as you are” Michael said jokingly. He continued dancing as the guy grinded behind him and moved his hands all over Michael’s body. “My name is Evan.” He finally said in Michael’s ear. He kept one hand around Michael’s waist and moved the other up towards his chest. “Michael” was all he could say in return. They continued dancing for a few more songs. Evan continued to explore Michael’s body. He started to slide his hand in the front of Michael’s jeans. Michael broke free, startled. “I’ll be right back” he turned and said to Evan and walked downstairs. Michael walked out the front door into the warm summer night air and lit up another cigarette. A few moments later Evan came out the door of the club and lit up next to Michael. “Sorry about that.” Evan said after a brief moment of silence. “You’re fine. Just caught me off guard a little. Not quite used to this yet” “What do you mean?” Evan asked “I haven’t been out in the club like this in over two years. I’m a little rusty” Michael laughed “Ah. Fresh out of a relationship?” Evan asked him Michael nodded in response. “Yep. Now I’m just trying to go with the flow. Not entirely ready to jump into another one ya know?” “I hear you. Nows the time to let loose and have some fun.” Evan encouraged Michael smiled and nodded in agreement. There was another brief silence between them. “So can I buy you a drink and feel that body some more on the dance floor?” Evan asked with a smirk. Michael pauses for a moment. He promised himself he wouldn’t be looking to hook up with anyone tonight, but dancing seemed okay. “Sure.” They went back inside and Evan ordered them another round of drinks. They found they’re way back to the dance floor and continued dancing. Michael leaned back against Evan’s muscular body as Evan’s hands moved all over from michael’s chest to his inner thighs. Michael was really started to feel the alcohol at this point. Between that and feeling Evan all over his body started turning him on. The combination of Evan’s cologne and the musk radiating from his underarms was that much more intoxicating for Michael. He felt himself sink deeper back against Evan. Michael turned his head and their eyes met. Evan leaned and locked lips with Michael. Michael was in heaven. He turned to face Evan and they kissed again letting Evan plunge his tongue deeper into his mouth. As they kissed, Evan slid his hands down Michael’s back to his ass and latched on with a firm grip. Michael couldn’t help but follow suit and grab Evan’s growing cock. “I think we should go.” Evan suggested seductively. Michael couldn’t stop feeling Evan’s cock through his jeans. He figured it had to be at least eight inches and it was making him more horny. “Yeah let’s go. My place is only two blocks from here.” Michael said. They had one final kiss and proceeded out of the club.

Having a man who loves that you’re a cumdump is truly a special gift. My husband was the same way. There were many Saturdays that I woke late after sleeping in to learn that he had been up early and on Craigslist, websites, and apps lining up tops to breed me all afternoon.

Flirt I was a faithful husband in a monogamous marriage of three years. My husband was a god among men: handsome, strong, successful, and a great partner in every way. But when I let my mind wander, it wandered down the same path. What likely started off as a desire to see raw fucking had morphed over the years into a fetish for bug chasing. And such dominated my fantasies (as well as my porn searches). I was not on any hookup apps but was popular on other social media. Periodically, I received messages from strangers wanting to meet me or chat me up. I generally declined their messages., but for a reason still unknown to me, one such message didn’t go ignored. The sender’s name was Travis. A brief skim of his profile revealed he was cute (though skinnier than I preferred). He worked as an EMT and lived in the suburbs. His life looked decidedly less – refined? desirable?-- than ours, with a cheap and dirty looking apartment compared to our city condo, a pickup truck to our luxury SUV, a mutt to our Labrador. He initially messaged in response to a photo I posted from the gym, complimenting me on my form. I thanked him, and followed him back. Minor chit chat ensued between Travis and me periodically for the weeks after. And then one Saturday afternoon, our exchange took a turn: Out of nowhere, he sent a photo. It was a selfie from neck down, revealing a skinny torso giving way to what I can only describe as a perfect dick. Thick, long, and beautiful, with a mushroom head that I immediately craved. I was mesmerized and told him so. I wanted to see and know more about Travis suddenly – not just chatter, but substance. His dick had penetrated me through my phone. In the coming weeks, through online conversation, we got to know one another through words, photos and videos. I learned that Travis only fucks bare, which I found so hot. Condoms, he said, were a turn-off. I learned he had followed me online for a while, intuitively knew that I was a bottom who would want his dick. He was a master of words that struck at my core of sexuality: I needed raw penetration and I needed cum. Ultimately, our chats led to the inevitable question: would this be just an online flirtation, or could we meet up in person to consummate our passion. For him, there were no reasons not to get together. He wanted to breed me, and I wanted to be bred. End of story. On my end, all I saw were reasons why this could never happen. I was married (happily, I might add), and my husband would never let a third like Travis into our relationship or allow any open-ness for me to experience this tryst. And if I were to cheat, which I never had, I couldn’t do it raw despite all of our banter and my fantastical desires for Travis’s cum. Travis pressed for a secret get-together. He described how it could go down: I find you in a bathroom, where you drop to your knees. You pull out my big soft dick. You take my cock in your mouth and it grows to rock hard. I pull you to your feet and take you into a stall, bend you over and slide my wet hard cock, drenched in precum, into your amazing hole. Then you milk my load out of me. I loved every detail of this fantasy and tell him so. I told him how I wanted his load in me so badly. I told him what a god he was, how my hole was made for penetration by his perfect wood. But conflicted and faithful, I said I couldn’t. Travis said I was wasting his time by chatting with no future. Our online conversations were likely coming to an end, and that our fantasies were going to be thwarted by reality. But then, unexpectedly, my husband had to leave town for the weekend. Drunk My husband and I were rarely apart, so his weekend away was somewhat momentous. I went out drinking with friends, who treated the event almost like a bachelor party. Midnight rolled around after a long day of boozing, and I decided to call it a night. In the cab home, I instinctively opened my phone and messaged Travis. He was always on my mind. “Hey stud.” “Sup?” was his nonchalant response. “My husband’s out of town this weekend.” A statement that dropped like a rock into a still pond, with ripples reverberating forever into the distance. “I have to come over. Now.” Travis said. I guess I knew I’d invited this response, but it was just so… real. Did I really just open myself up to having an affair with one drunken text? “Like, now now? For real?” I responded. “Yes. Send me your address. I can leave right away.” My stomach churned with excitement and fear as I typed out our address and told him to text me when he arrived so I could guide him into our building. I panicked. What was about to happen? I didn’t know Travis beyond smut talk. It was already late at night. What was I thinking? I decided to jump in the shower to sober up a bit and to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Time was limited if he was already on his way. Fuck My phone buzzed: He was downstairs. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said aloud to myself. I was literally shaking as I walked to the elevator. I looked at my reflection in the doors as they slid shut. I’d opted for my go-to outfit at home: a jock strap, mesh shorts, a tank, and sneakers. I thought the lighting did right by my muscles, and I smirked at myself. The door opened into the garage level, and there he was in real life. Travis. He was not my type, but he was also everything I hoped him to be. He was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy-blond hair and a mustache. He wore baggier jeans than I would wear, and his t-shirt had a stretched out collar. He was pale and wore a bright gold chain. For a fleeting moment I thought of my husband, tan, muscular, and perfect, some five hundred miles away for work as the warm summer air blew through our parking garage. “Sup, Eric.” He stated as he boarded the elevator and put his hand on my shoulder with a grin. The doors closed. His hand made its way down my back. He squeezed my ass. Once inside our apartment, he pushed me to my knees. Even though I could surely overpower him, I was powerless: he was in command. Just like in the fantasy he’d sent earlier, I unlocked his soft dick from his jeans and began working it with my mouth. Looking up, I could tell by his facial expressions he was pleased. “Damn boy, I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. Thought you were catfishing me. Yanking my chain.” I didn’t think it would ever actually happen either, I though, as his dick grew. A salty taste gradually took over my mouth; I knew he was pre-cumming a lot. My head bobbed back and forth, occasionally taking a break to suck on his balls or to lick his shaft up and down. His dick was as glorious as I’d thought via photos and videos. Perfect really, and now pulsing thanks to my oral pleasures. Finally, he pulled his cock from me and said “get up” And I did. “I want to fuck you in your bed.” He said with a grin. He liked the symbolism of fucking in my marital bed. I led him to the Master bedroom, turned, and he pushed me down onto the mattress. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded, but then seeing the jock strap said “Leave that on.” Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself next to the bed and removed his clothing. He then stroked his glorious dick a few times and began aligning his dick with my hole. No lube, just pre-cum and spit. He pressed. It burned. His perfect mushroom head plodded inside me. My longstanding fantasies arose with Travis’s raw entry. I thought about how personal it was to be fucked bare, how there could be no further closeness to be had. I thought of how vulnerable it was to take another man’s bare cock and to accept their load, with whatever that load carried with it. I then thought of the dudes who begged to be pozzed in the videos I’d watched, and the dom tops who boldly proclaimed they were pozzing their subjects. My hard-on raged. “Are you….?” I trailed off. “Fuck that feels good. I’m… I’m not on PrEP. Are you…” It wasn’t my sexiest banter. I felt his dick drive slowly deeper within my tight ass. He diverted his eyes from his dick entering my hole to my face. “I’m not either.” And he grinned wider, pulling out slightly then pushing back inside me. He began these mini-thrusts with his hips. Slowly but surely, plunging his cock getting deeper and deeper. “That’s hot.” I exclaimed. “It’s too late for me to be on that shit. And too late for you now dude.” “Huh?” I half-asked, delighting in the rhythmic fuck. “What do you mean?” “Dude, you’re mine now. It’s just you and me. My raw dick. Inside your pretty ass. Soon my bare, poz cock is gonna be dumping an unmedicated load in you. I’m marking you forever tonight, Eric.” I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as I felt the ecstasy of our hairy balls finally hitting each other as his dick reached my prostrate. His words were processing in slow motion. “Fuuccckkk” I moaned as he pulled out a bit. “You like my poz dick in you?” he said, just as I’d heard many porn stars say before. Red flags were going up in my brain, but “Fuck yeah” escaped my lips. “I knew you would. I knew you were meant to be my slut.” Travis exclaimed as he increased the vigor of his thrusts. “Fuck your ass feels so good. I’m so fucking ready to take you as mine.” I heard and felt his slim thighs and his full balls slamming against mine as his rhythm grew even more. I clenched my sphincter muscles around his dick, hoping to milk it soon. My tender hole could not take much more of a pounding. My dick was leaking precum all over my stomach. I looked up at Travis, who’s grin had given way to an intense grimace as though he wanted to destroy me with his forward thrusts. His skinny torso was glistening with sweat. His chain bounced back and forth as he pounded me hard. He began grunting loudly – I worried my neighbors would hear. “UNH – UNH – UNH – UNH – FUCK I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNG CUM!!! UNH!!! UNH!!! UNH!!!!!! OH YEAHHHH!!!!!!” He screamed, as a toxic eruption took place deep in my guts. I was rock hard and my dick was throbbing as my fuck hole was now lubricated with Travis’s unmedicated being. I stroked furiously, thinking to myself how hot it was that I’d just taken a load from this stud with the perfect dick I’d worshiped from afar for weeks. He resumed slowly pulsing his dick out and in my ass, fucking his POZ jizz deeper into my chute, he wanted to make sure it would take hold. I gripped my dick harder and kept stroking. “You’re mine now, bitch. I’ve marked you like a dog pissing on a tree. You have my DNA in you forever. Your purpose from here out is to worship my cum, to worship me, and to become mine in every way. Lick my pits you fucking bitch. He leaned down and let me lick his sweaty armpits. My tough meandered down to his nipples. My balls tingled, signaling it was time for me to erupt too. “Fuuucckk!” I screamed, and a fountain of neg spunk erupted over my torso.

I told Harry about what happened s,o the next time I will stay at his place overnight at his place. Harry showed me a lot about cleaning out your hole how to suck a dick and rim an ass hole. I tell Harry do others do this as he is laughing then says next Sunday he will take me to a club for men only. The Man Hole club is at 28 9th ave. I ask Harry how I should dress, so he gives me some of his leather to ware. At the club, you go down these small stares that are dimly lit but so many HOT looking men smoking cigars. Harry is holding my hand and introducing me to his friends and showing me what goes on. In the corner, I see this guy in the sling with someone hand in his hole, and I can't take my eyes off this. I guess Harry sees where my mind is, so we go over and watch. I see the one in the sling is breathing poppers as everyone around is yelling wreck that worthless hole as my dick is rock hard. The fister can see how hot I am from watching this and ask if I ever had my fist in an ass. I say no then says come I will show you as he takes some Crisco on my hand and arm, they say collapse my hand, so it's like a duck head. I get four finders in, and then he says this pice shit is a slut just push your hand in, I never felt something so warm as I passed my wrist and I feel his heart beating. That night I had a great time sucking dick getting fuck and my first time drinking piss. Harry and I became regulars at the Man Hole Club; we also invited to some private home parties.

Climbing the stairs back up to my condo, I started to feel a little guilty. Both of the guys I just bred were vulnerable to my bug and didn't even know it. Dragonboy probably thought I was still on meds just like the other times we fucked, still playing up the poz on neg scene like before. Reaching my floor, I shook myself out of it, thinking "He never asked and I told him I was poz. Besides, if he really wants to stay neg, he wouldn't be getting multiple guys to breed him when he's off prep." Sitting down on my couch, I lit up a fat one and took a long hit. Before I knew it, I was holding the remains in a clip and got one last drag on it before it was done. I checked my phone and looked to see who was close on a few of the apps. My balls were empty, but it didn't hurt to look and maybe set something up for the future. It was a lot of the usual guys but then I spotted the Italian guy from the laundry room. "Had fun the other night" I sent to him. "OMG it was shouldnt have too risky" he replied a few minutes later. I sent back "Thats what made it so hot." I didn't get a response so I sent one more "When u doing laundry again?" and hit send. There wasn't a reply after a few minutes so I figured he didn't want to play again. The college bug chaser wasn't on so I set the phone down and grabbed my laptop to check messages on a few sites. I was kind of disappointed that the older guy hadn't messaged back, but he probably got cold feet when he saw I was no longer listed as undetectable. With nothing going on, I watched a few porn clips but nothing really did it for me so I decided to crash for the night. The alarm rudely awakened me and I crawled out of bed, still smelling the sweat and cum on my body from the night before. I showered and then ate breakfast while I opened up my laptop and surfed a few sites. Still no message from the older guy, but it had been less than 12 hours since I checked the last time. I grabbed my phone and looked at a few apps. A smile came over me as I saw the college guy on. "Hey, how u doin?" I typed out. "sore & horny" he responded. I chuckled thinking the slut had got some more dick after we fucked the other night. "rough day yesterday?" I asked back. "sore from u. nothin yesterday" he replied. I sent back "u want more?" He immediately sent back "fuck yeah" and then "dad is going out in a half hr. meet in cleaning closet on 19 in 45min?" How cute, I thought, but it made sense with all of the universities shut down. If he didn't have an apartment he'd have to go back to his parents house or move in with friends. "k" I replied and waited. I took the stairs up to try and be more dicreet and also for the workout. Being a little sweaty before a fuck was never a bad thing for the guys I hooked up with. I peeked out the door and didn't see anyone in the hallway and a few seconds later I heard someone coming down the stairs. I leaned against the wall and then saw it was the college guy. I opened the door and he followed me out into the hall. We went over to the closet that the cleaning staff use to store their supplies and twisted the handle. Locked. I knew from experience that they usually didn't lock these doors but figured that people were probably stealing the cleaning supplies so now they had to. "Wanna try up one floor?" I asked. He nodded and we went up the stairs to the 20th floor. That one was locked too. "Fuck!" he said. I nodded and was about to suggest the sauna again when he said "You're not gonna stalk me, right?" I thought it was a strange question but said "Nah, I don't usually even fuck a guy more than a few times." He started walking down the hall to the end and pulled out his key. I followed him into unit 20A, down the inside hall and into a bedroom. He was pulling his clothes off as soon as we got inside and he told me "We gotta make this quick. I don't want my dad to come home while we're fucking." I pushed him on the bed and looked down at his twinky body. Our other fuck was in dim light and now I could see all of him. The smooth pale skin, a nice smooth bubble butt, his muscled runner's legs and his hair was just pulled back in a ponytail today. I pushed down my basketball shorts, yanked my tank off and was on top of him seconds later. My hard cock ground along his butt cheeks as I laid on him, forcing him flat against his bed. I whispered in his ear "You need some more toxic seed?" I heard him whimper and I said to him firmly "Tell me what you want or I'm out of here." "Please, fuck me full of your bug. I want you to turn me into a poz slut" he cried out. I chuckled and whispered back "Good boy. You gonna share it too, right?" My cock was rock hard and oozing precum into the crevice. "Yes, sir. As many as I can" he replied, starting to breathe heavily. "Please fuck me" he whined a few seconds later. Raising my hips, I dragged my shaft between his butt cheeks and then pushed down until I found the opening. Pushing harder, the head of my cock finally started to work it's way inside. His face was buried into the bed cover as he yelled out from the pain of my thick cock stretching him open with just a little precum for lube. The head of my cock was barely inside when I forced his head down to muffle his screams. I paused a moment to let him get used to it. His body was shaking and he let out another yell when I nudged in deeper. He hadn't lubed up before our meet, apparently, so I was going to have to do it for him. Pulling my cock out I crawled back, spreading his ass cheeks apart before spitting on the hole. Using a finger to start, I pushed the spit in and added some more. Adding a second finger, I worked the spit in deeper before twisting them around to help stretch his sphincter. With one more gob of spit, I pushed my fingers in all the way, twisting them back and forth before pulling them out and replacing them with the tip of my shaft. It looked really hot, my darker rigid cock surrounded by his pale butt cheeks slowly driving down until my hips were pressed against his ass. My cock went in much easier this time and with a lot less screaming. I'm sure that the first attempt, as dry and rough as it was, did enough to help my bug get into his body, but I was planning on giving him more than just a little viral precum. I raised my hips up and then dropped back down with a thud. The whole bed bounced and I repeated it a few more times with college boy mumbling "oh god" over and over. Pushing my body up with my arms, I hovered over him, my cock still partially inside his tight, wet hole. I whispered in his ear "God ain't gonna help you now" before thrusting my hips in and out. It got easier each time as his hole loosened up and my pre coated his chute. We stayed like this for almost ten minutes, him flat on the bed whimpering and me drilling his pussy with my stiff shaft. I fell on him, slamming my dick in hard and my chest slapping against his back. I yanked back on his pony tail, pulling his face off the bed. "This what you been dreaming about? Getting pounded by a big poz dick and having your last neg loads fucked out of you?" I growled in his ear before I got on my knees and flipped him over. Spreading his legs, I aimed my fuckstick at the gaping hole and shoved back in. Looking into his wide open eyes, I pushed his legs back while driving the last couple inches of my cock inside him. Last time, I bred him from behind, deprived of looking at his face as he took what might have been his first known toxic load. I wasn't going to miss out on it this time, before he became too used to the feeling and it just became another raw fuck. I knew some guys only took one before it was nothing special but most craved a lot more poz dick until the novelty wore off. One guy I knew never got over it and even when he was in hospice, dying of AIDs, he still craved taking new strains. My hips were rolling, driving my cock into him with firm jabs. I would move my hips around and dig my cock in different directions, hitting his prostate a few times before teasing another part of his rectum. A smile came over his face and stayed there even when I pounded harder. "Breed me again" he begged. I slammed in, holding my hard cock in him and staring down at him. "Please" he begged again. Slowly I pulled my dick back and lunged back in, hearing him grunt. He said calmly "Give me your bug" but the intensity in his face showed how much he wanted it. Pulling back slowly again, I chuckled and then felt my cock start to swell. I hammered his hole for half a minute before my balls said "it's time." Planting all of my cock into his body, the first of a half dozen spurts of virus filled cum painted his gut. His outer ring was spasming around my cock, milking my cock as he covered his chest and face with his own untainted spunk. I pulled halfway out and rammed back in, coaxing one or two more shots out of my balls. "Oh my god... thank you" he said as my chest heaved and sweat dripped on him. We stayed there, almost motionless for a minute. He broke the silence, his voice labored, saying "plug... top drawer." I smiled and reached over. It took a couple tries but I got the drawer open and pulled out a glass butt plug. It had some girth and when I pulled my cock back a little, realized it was slightly thicker than me. Backing up a little, I was able to slip it into the battered, cummy hole before it closed. It was mesmerizing to watch his ass ring slowly lock the plug in place, sealing in my poisonous load. Lowering his legs down, I stood up on the floor and tapped his leg. "Clean my dick" I commanded and he spun around, laying his head off the side of the bed. Crouching a little, I set my cum covered cock on his lips. He started licking, first under the shaft and then around the sides while I moved back and forth. I spotted a few small dark streaks and I wondered if he didn't clean well enough or if it was blood. I suspected the latter. Moving back slightly, I let him lap at the head of my cock a few moments and then pushed into his mouth. Sliding my cock into his mouth and throat, I watched his lower lip collect the last of the cum on my dick. He opened his mouth wider when I pulled back and then out of his mouth. His tongue licked over his lip, collecting the cum which he greedily sucked in. I gave him a couple quick slaps of my cock over his face and then grabbed my shorts. Pulling them on, I then tugged my tank top over my head. Slipping my feet into my sandals I told him "Thanks, that was a good fuck. Wonder if that's the one that will do it" before turning and walking down the hall to the door. I heard his front door click shut behind me while I walked down toward the stairwell. Just as I got to the door, I heard the elevator ding as it arrived. An older, athletic guy came around the corner with a few shopping bags hanging from his hand as I entered the stairwell and went down to my floor. It was just a quick glance, I didn't want to stick around and spook him with strangers walking around on his floor. Back at my place, I lit up a blunt and quickly finished it, enjoying the rush as my balls started to recover. I looked through the guide on the TV, trying to find something to watch and finally found something mindless. After a few minutes, I checked my phone and saw a message from college guy. "Fuck, that was close. Dad showed up right after you left" was his message. I smiled and wondered what his dad would say if he knew what his son was doing.

No, but I’m engaged to an older man. We’re in an open relationship. He thinks it’s hot that I’m a slutty cumdump and has often invited other tops over to help fill me with cum.

I have thought long about this since the topic was started, because I am conflicted, and because I dislike being told that I meant something I didn’t mean by the words I chose to use. I grew up in a time and place where I heard the word “fag” being said to and about me before I had any idea what it meant - and it was not a good thing then, and there, to be a “fag”. It made you a target for the societal haves in school to persecute because they could, and for the have-nots to persecute because there was no one else within reach. And I was a really late bloomer and didn’t even have a sexuality yet. So for me, fag is a non-starter regardless of circumstance or identity of speaker. Faggot, however, strangely does not conjure the same overwhelming negativity in my mind, perhaps because it was not used nearly as often as a cudgel. I have heard gay men refer to each other as “faggot” in friendly, jocular terms, and it doesn’t bother me. As a public sexual submissive and cumdump, I do sometimes get Tops who call me “faggot”, but that also doesn’t bother me, as the word seems to have taken on a specialized sub-meaning as it relates to men like me who will allow themselves to be bred by anyone. I am a no-cock-refused cumdump, therefore if that means I am also a faggot, then I own that. It’s the definition of me. If the Top were to call me a “fag”, that would be another matter, and would put a stop to the proceedings until we addressed the issue. I actually have no idea if any of the Tops who call me “faggot” are openly gay themselves, or whether it’s just the married “straights” or the closeted self-deniers. Regardless, I think we should not be overeager to revive common use of a stereotyping and largely denigrating term even amongst ourselves, lest others feel emboldened to return us to a time when words were cudgels. People of African ancestry are still sharply stung by the use of the N-word by others even if they have reclaimed it for themselves, and autistics face a seemingly endless battle against the use of “retard” and “tard” (for the love of God, just don’t). Frankly, I’d prefer not to label myself at all, but if I didn’t I’d never get fucked.

POZ not on meds

I left the hospice and headed straight for the park. I had heard that cruising could be pretty hot in the evening. The park actually closes at dusk but guys must park close by and walk in. from what I understand it can we get pretty wild in the woods there at night. It was almost desk when I arrived, my cock was hard in my pants already. I decided to park at an old restaurant about a quarter mile from the park entrance. I pulled in and parked my car in the back corner where couldn’t be seen from the road. I got out of the car and open the trunk. I stripped down there in the parking lot and put my street clothes in the trunk of the car. I pulled out my gym bag and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tight T-shirt. I was going commando. I wanted it as a little between me and hard cock as possible. The T-shirt showed my nice broad chest and the basketball shorts showed off my ass. I slipped on some running shoes locked up the car, and took a jog down the road to the park. I took a turn into the park and jogged almost all the way up right to the restrooms. The restrooms were an old cinderblock building with men’s on one end and women’s on the other end. I decided to Check out the toilets before I went back in the woods. There were still plenty of light. I pushed open the outer door and it’s squeaked really loud. I stepped through the inner door and stood for a minute while my eyes were adjusting to the dim light. As my eyes adjusted I became aware of a man leaning back against the wall opposite me. He looked to be in his 40s probably just over 6 feet tall. His body was lean,nhis face was angular. He has short hair And salt and pepper stubble on his face. His eyes were smoky and he oozed sensuality. he wore a sleeveless flannel shirt unbuttoned all the way. He had a nicely hairy toned torso and a pair of jeans that rode low and showed the V pointing down to a really fat package. He was wearing black work boots scuffed up and untied at the tops. The fucker leered at me as I scanned him up and down the lust on my face obvious. “ like what you see faggot? “ He said. His voice was husky and sensual. This fucker just oozed sex and sexuality. Every time he moved his body was somehow suggestive and a little obscene. His hips were slightly thrust out. The bulge in his jeans was growing. My cock tented in my shorts. This man’s presence was causing every perverted thought I could have to rise in my brain. ”Yeah. I do like what I see.” I said stepping to the middle of the room. He reached down and flipped open the top button of his jeans. It was all I could do not to rush over fall in my knees lower his zipper and take whatever was in there out. Take it deep into my throat. I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted this man. I felt possessed. I wanted him but some force kept me in the middle of the room. he reached down and rubbed his package. His jeans opened up a little more. His trimmed pubes showed and the base of his cock came interview. His cock grew down one leg of his pants he was hung it looked to be about nine or 10 inches. A wet spot was forming in his jeans. ”Strip faggot” he ordered his hand sliding down into his jeans “strip it off now. I want to see your faggot body. I want to see what needs my AIDS babies.” I stripped off slowly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy wanted to give me aids. I reach down slowly pulled my T-shirt up over my torso. Pulled it up over my head. Let it drop to the floor. I reached down slowly slid my shorts off until they fell in a pile of my feet I stepped out of them. My cock was fully hard. Straining, leaking pre-cum like crazy. “Tell me what you want faggot”, he said. He leered me and pushed his pants down his hips a few inches. A biohazard tattoo came into view at his left hip. And on his right hip a scorpion tattoo. “you want this don’t you faggot?” he said sticking his tongue out obscenely and slipping his pants a little further down. His cock was about to pop out. .” Yes. I want it. I don’t want anything more than I want that.”I said “please give me aids.” “I know who you are.”;He said, “my sister and her kids go to your church. I’d love to give you my aids babies. Bring you over to the Darkside. Sacrifice your ass to the dark one.” My cock throb and his words. I drooled at the thought of sacrificing myself to the devil. I had seen videos, especially popper videos, about dark lust and perversion. my gut caught on fire. My ass hole twitched. I knew what I wanted now. And I knew he would give it to me. Or at least I hoped he would give it to me. The light in the room was fading fast as the sun went down. He shoved his pants down a little further and his cock popped out, hanging there and dripping pre-cum. The end of it was pierced.his cock head held a brass ring with a spike the ball on it. ”This will give you what you need faggot” he sneered “get on your knees and worship.” I didn’t need any encouragement. I took a few steps across the room and stood in front of him. He reached up and grabbed my hair pulled my head back spit, in my face. ”Suck my dick faggot” he said and pushed me down to my knees. His cock was right at my mouth. It Glistened with pre-cum. i leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, the ring brushed against my teeth. I tasted the sweet tang of his pre-come, his toxic pre-come. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock. And took it deep into my throat. I felt the spiked ball rubbing against my throat and my tongue. Rubbing it raw. Making openings for his toxic pre-come. He growled at me. “Nice faggot. Nice faggot cock sucker.” I worked his cock up and down slow savoring every bit of it. Putting that ring between my teeth and pulling gently. Tugging at his balls til he moaned in appreciation he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me and talked filthy to me. Suddenly. He grab the back of my head with both hands. And yanked my head back. He pushed me back onto the floor. “Do you like that faggot?” He asked. He was pointing his cock in me “yes I answered I adore your hot fucking poz cock. I want your aids babies up my ass.” I answered. My voice hoarse from the beating his cock had given my throat. Without warning a stream, a full hot stream, of piss shot from the end of his cock. It arced through the air and hit me in the chest. I felt the warmth. Smelled that smell of piss. He twitched his cock in the stream hit my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth. I let his hot piss fill my mouth. I swallowed. Over and over. Trying to keep up. I never knew a guy could piss so much. He went down to my chest again. Covering my torso with His piss. “You’re such a faggot.”He laughed at me. As the stream of pissed subsided. “I have one question for you faggot.” He said. “Are you on prep. Are you taking those drugs to kill my babies?” ”I just stopped prep today,” I said. he stepped over me grab the back of my head and yanked me up by the hair to my knees. He slapped me hard across the face two or three times with this cock. “Then you’re not worthy of my gift faggot” he said. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a black sharpie marker and pulled my head back. On my left pec he wrote an email address. “Email me in 30 days” he said. “Then we’ll talk about you getting my aids babies. Then we’ll talk about you becoming one of his legion. Right now I have a kid coming over here. I’m going to give him his first toxic load. You can stay and watch if you want.” he grabbed my clothes off the floor and threw them into a stall. He ordered me into the stall and told me to either get dressed and leave or stay and watch him convert an 18-year-old college freshman. he He followed me over to the stall. I wanted to watch some kid give up his clean ass to the hot demon fucker. But I also needed a cock. A I bent over to pick up my clothes the man came up behind me. I felt his hard cock against my ass and I froze. “Just to give you a taste of what is to come,” he sneered and then he spit on my ass, put his cock up against it, and shoved it all the way in with one long stroke. As I caught my breath from his attack, I felt his cock sliding in and out in long strokes hitting my prostate. It was such a bliss. I moaned and pushed back. Suddenly my hole was empty. “30 days faggot”he said “now grab your clothes and get the fuck out of here. See ya in church”

If you have not figured it out yet. I have a thing for BIg Black Cock my first M2M crush was a black guy a year younger than me and he really opened my eyes. I do so wish I would have let him fuck me then our story This is my first time posting anything like this so bear with me if it's not up to par. A little background, this story happened my junior year of college and I was 21 at the time. Im a pretty good looking guy, tall and on the thinner side but I have a masculine frame. I consider myself to be bi but I definitely prefer girls and usually just like a nice dick once in a while. It was finals week of spring semester and of course I had procrastinated studying for my hardest final the next day at 8am so I had been studying all day into the late night taking advantage of my adderall prescription to keep my brain functioning. Besides making my brain go into overdrive, the adderall also tends to make me very horny but unable to get hard. As a result of this when I study I am usually monitoring grindr looking for a possible hookup. I decided to call it quits on studying around midnight and showered, cleaned myself up and got ready to play with my hole until I was tired enough to sleep or find a hookup. I go to a small college in a decently rural area so hookups can be a little challenging to find. After about an hour of playing with myself I got a message on grindr from a blank profile. I opened the convo to two images of a giant BBC, probably 9.5 inches, THICK, and uncut. yum. i responded with pics of my own and discovered that the guy we'll call john lived right down the street from my apartment and he wanted some ass. I agreed to meet him by his house and got myself dressed and grabbed my lube. We met at a gas station for him to buy blunt wraps and walked to his place. I am about 6'3 and he must've been only 5'6 or 5'7 but I was only concerned with what was in his pants. We got to his house and smoked and talked for a little until I decided I am stoned enough and ready to get to action. I move to my knees infront of him while he sits on the couch and begins to take out his cock. This thing was HUGE. it was perfect, just what i was craving. I took it in my hands and admired it before going to work with my mouth, licking all 9 inches, sucking, stroking and trying my best to deep throat his monster. After about 15 minutes he undresses me and leads me to his bed, has me lay doggystyle and before I know it his tongue is in my ass. I had never had my ass eaten before and wow it was amazing. was in pure bliss with my head in his pillows while he worked me with his tongue and fingers. I came back to my senses when I felt a hard pressure on my hole. I did my best relax and let his BBC work its way inside me. Even with the preparation his cock filled me like I had never been filled before. He eased it into me and let my hole loosen for him. Once I was adjusted he started thrusting slowly and gradually picked up pace. I had never taken a cock this big and the feeling of being pounded by a 9 inch BBC mixed with my desire to be used created a feeling 'd never felt before. He pounded away as I slipped into a trance and let him use me as he wanted. he pushed my stomach flat on the bed and started commanding me to tell him my ass is his and I'm his little bitch. I couldn't control myself anymore. The pleasure was coursing through my whole body and I completely gave in to his cock and dominance. The pleasure was so much so a lot of the details are blurry as I laid there getting the best dick of my life. He fucked me hard for what had to have been an hour. I have never felt my ass so loose and eager to take dick. He asked if I wanted him to cum to which i said yes (regret that now, should've let him do whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted). he started fucking me harder and deeper as i buried my face in the pillows so his roommates didn't hear me until I felt his cock pulsating in my hole. he pulled out and left me laying in my own sweat and juices for a minute until i got up, gave his cock one last suck and got dressed to leave. We said our goodbyes and i walked home at 3am with juices dripping down my pant legs. I decided not to sleep as i had a final in 5 hours so i jerked off and replayed what had just happened over and over in my mind. I didn't do too well on my final but I can still remember how his cock felt in my ass to this day. We met again once more before he graduated and moved and I haven't heard from him since.

This is my first attempt be kind Daniel was 32 and had been working in graphic design since he left university ten years earlier. Although he enjoyed his job it left him unfulfilled, so he had retrained in his free time to become a massage therapist. He loved to meet new people and, he could not deny, the skin to skin contact often gave him a thrill. If a client was his type and seemed open to possibilities then sometimes the massage would over run into unpaid time. Daniel advertised his services online. His website had a booking system that enabled the client to choose a slot from a calendar. This gave Daniell control of his diary and cut out people requesting times when he was a work or in the gym. He only ever had one slot per day. As much as he loved his jobs, after a full day in the studio plus a private massage client he was usually beat. It was Thursday afternoon and his phone vibrated in his pocket. An alert from his webpage. He had a client tonight. He smiled: a twinkle in his eye. Oh good, thought Daniel. It’s Stephen. He’s a cute guy alright. I wonder... Daniel was brought out of his revere by Caroline talking to him. “Sorry, what did you say Caroline?” Then the moment was gone. Daniel pulled up outside of Stephens home. He unloaded the table and bag of oils: All he needed for the session. Stephen opened the door before Daniel had even reached for the buzzer. Good sign mused Daniel. “Hello again! I guess you are ready for me.” His smile was open and cheeky. “Hi Daniel. Yes I’m ready. Good to see you again. I’ll leave you to get the room ready.” Stephen had already done most of the preparation. The curtains were closed the light was low and he had switched on some calming music. The heating was on and the room was already quite warm. Five minutes later Stephen laid face down on the massage table, his head in the hole at one end. He had kept on his briefs as before and Daniel had covered him with a large towel. Daniel began at the shoulders, then the neck, then back to the shoulders, back to the neck, then the upper back. After about 30 minutes he slide the towel down and tucked it into Stephen’s briefs, pulling them down a few inches in the process. Daniel admired Stephen’s back. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it ticked all the boxes for Daniel. Over the next half hour Daniel worked over Stephen’s arms legs and feet. Daniel had admired Stephen’s legs and feet during his last visit. He hadn’t massaged them so much as worshiped hem. It made him hornier than ever. The legs were shapely and strong as were his feet. Daniel just could not help but linger on Stephen’s feet slowly rubbing the oil into the skin, leaving no area untouched. Eventually he moved back to Stephen’s torso. “The knots in your back are quite bad. You are struggling to relax.” Said Daniel “Yes, sorry.” “No need to apologise. What can I do, do you think?” As Daniel asked he was massaging the top of Stephen’s buttocks and slowly edging the elastic further and further down his body. “There are some parts of your body that I can massage that I don’t charge for you know.” Stephen’s eyes shot open and he lifted his head. He suddenly realised what Daniel was alluding to. “I. Um. I. Err. Err.” Daniel smiled. “Don’t worry. I know you will enjoy it.” Daniel was right in his assessment of Stephen. Stephen was gay but what he did not know was that Stephen had only been fucked once by an inexperienced classmate years earlier. Stephen was not expecting this to happen and he hadn’t even clocked Daniel as being gay. He didn’t know what to do. He dropped his head back into the hole on the table and waited for fate to play out. “Gotcha.” Thought Daniel and with that he lifted the towel away revealing Stephen’s cotton covered arse and the top of his strong sexy legs which Daniel caressed as he eased the underwear down and over the feet. Daniels cock that had been half hard, since the massage started, began to stiffen further. He pulled his white t-shirt over his head and dropped his white sweat pants and underwear in one go. He stood there naked, his cock bobbing in it’s new found freedom, admiring the body before him. “God I love this job.” Thought Daniel. Daniel jumped up on to the table straddling Stephen’s legs and began to kneed Stephen’s arse cheeks, sliding his finger tips into the crease between. The oil eased the way and when he finally made contact with his hole Stephen took in a gasp of air. “Relax. It just gets better.” daniel moved his knees between Stephen’s, pushing his legs open and allowing the air to his goal. He lent down and blew onto Stephen’s hole. It clenched and Daniel smiled. He moved in and touched the hole with his tongue. The soft moist pink flesh was sensitive and Stephen groaned without control. Daniel worked his hole with tongue and fingers for about 15 minutes, the stubble on his chin prickling the soft flesh around Stephen’s hole and sending him into a sexual delirium he had never known before. “How are you feeling?” Asked Daniel. He knew the answer but he just wanted to reconnect to Stephan, who had drifted into a world of his own. A world of pure sexual pleasure: Pleasure given by Daniel, a virtual stranger to Stephan, and Daniel wanted to make sure that Stephen was connecting the pleasure to his actions not what ever may be going on in his head. “Okay I think we need a bit of help for the next bit.” Daniel hopped off the massage table and pulled a small brown bottle out of his bag. He cracked the lid open. Wiped the top of the bottle and shoved under Stephen’s nose. “Breathe in. One nostril at a time. Big breaths. Hold it in. It’ll make you feel even more relaxed. The effect is short lived. Less than a minute.” Stephen did as instructed and felt the heat rush over him. It was odd but not horrible so he did it again. Daniel took the bottle and did the same. They were both flying and hornier than ever. Then gave it back to Stephen with instructions to use as he saw fit. He put some massage oil on his cock and climbed back onto the table. “Take a deep breath”. As Stephen exhaled the poppers Daniel pushed into Stephen’s hole. “Oh your cunt is tight. Nice.” Stephen wanted to clamp shut but the poppers helped to stop that. “Push out.” Ordered Daniel, his voice sounding huskier and urgent. As Stephen pushed out Daniel slid in right to the balls. “Oh fuck yeah. Sooo good. You okay?” Stephen was on overload. His brain was rushing on the poppers and his hole felt full and he just needed more of everything. Daniel took the silence as his cue to start fucking. His hard cock slid out and back in over and over like they had been conjoined like this all their lives. Seconds spiralled into minutes and any sense of time was lost. Sweat was forming on Stephen’s back and he felt the droplets that slide from Daniels hair pooling in the small of his back. Rivulets ran between his arse cheeks mixing with the massage oil, re-lubing his arse and splattering as Daniel’s pelvis slapped against Stephen’s sexy body. “Feels. So. Good... Oh. My. God... Yes... Don’t. Stop...” Stephen grunted out each word as Daniel massaged his body: His hands on his back and shoulders, squeezing, gripping and pushing. His cock poking the top of Stephen’s chute and dragging and moulding the velvety lining of his newly forming cunt. “Let’s shift position. On to your back... I want to look you in the eyes.” Daniel flipped Stephen over, added more massage oil to his cock and plunged swiftly back in. Sweat dripped of Daniel onto Stephen’s hard cock as he stroked himself. He looked down towards Daniels thrusting groin and there between his legs that rested on Daniel’s shoulders was the tattoo. A small black biohazard tattoo. Despite his sexual innocence he knew what that meant on a gay man. “Oh fuck.” Thought Stephen. “What is he doing to me? What have I let happen?” As Stephen’s eyes left Daniel’s and roamed down his body Daniel knew he was going to see his tattoo and know his status. That was the deal-clincher for Daniel. Stopping his orgasm now would be impossible. Volley after volley of cum shot from his cock, splattering the lining of Stephen’s cunt. Daniel grinned. “Your cunt is fantastic. So hot. So sexy.”

I don't know if this belongs here. Today I'm a chaser, but in the 60s, I was bisexual, then I went into the military and shipped off to Vietnam. When I came back, the world had changed; we have the sexual revolution going on free love Stone Wall had happened. They released from the hospital, I started to hang out in the West Village and was shock at how many were on the street and the bars where everyone was cruising for sex as the bathrooms always packed with people sucking dick or getting fuck. The best place to hang was at the Ram Rod bar on Christopher Street & West Street. Across the street with the pier abandoned where you could get on your knees, suck a dick or get fucked in the ass in the dark areas. The Police would come by at first, but there were too many of us as on a summer night on the weekends, there would be thousands of us hanging out looking to hook up. By 1973 I was down there every weekend even in the winter I was there. One night I met Harry, and he changed my life as the bar was so packed you could not move, so Harry said, let's go back to his place, which was a few blocks away. Harry's place was very different from the walls, all-black rubber sheets on the bed, and rings on the headboard and side of the bed. He asks if I ever did poppers, I say no and tells me to get naked. Harry hands me the bottle, and for me to inhale and hold it, do it again, and again. I was flying as he pushed me down to the bed then told me to suck his dick as he puts cuffs on my wrists, ankles, and for me to get on my stomach. Harry puts a leather pillow under my stomach, then takes some rope to the cuffs then ties it to the rings on the headboard and side, so my legs are now spread eagle with my ass exposed. For the first time, I'm getting my hole rimmed; he is driving me nuts as he says keep hitting the poppers. Harry is spitting on my ass hole and working his fingers into me before he fucks me. That night Harry gave me so many loads I lost count. It was also the first time I suck a dick after a load into my ass. I know cum was leaking out of my ass, leaving a stain on my pants, but it felt so good, but on the subway home, I ran into some asshole that to start a fight, I told them to leave me, and they stated Gay-bashing me. After the first one hit me my Military training kick in and I took the 3 of them apart, the next stop was not my stop, but I want to get away ASAP and took a cab the rest of the way home.

I've recently started to get gangbanged , I've had loads of threesomes. Recently I've started meeting an older guy who has his own house , he likes to watch bottoms get used , he has a set of rules though Only 1 bottom Bareback only Extreme sex i.e huge toys and watersports, rough , no lube First 1 he organised for me was for himself and 3 guys, he contacted me the following day to return for another with 6 guys.

Love to slam my wasting away bod. I want the second uncurable strain. No meds just slam and lots of AIDS!

That’s what I need to happen once all the isolation and social distancing is over, a line of daddy dicks that need a hole to use to get off in after months of edging.

Dillon went to work, his hole was leaking some after taking two loads and once inside he went to the bathroom and looked at his ass in the mirror to make sure he did not have a wet spot and he sat on the toilet and let the cum out. After the first gush of cum he dribbled cum for a minute and then whipped his ass and it was tender. He licked his finger and slide it in his hole and then brought it to his mouth and tasted the guys cum. He had really wanted to taste cum so bad this morning so he fingered his ass a few more times and tasted that hot masculine mans cum. His dick started to get hard again and he had to jack off thinking about him. When he came it shot almost to the stall door and landed on the floor in huge globs, He quickly whipped it up just as a co-worker came in. Dillon felt relieved , he got to taste cum and he got to cum again. He felt like he get some work done and all. He heard his phone and it was an email. Dillon looked and the guy from the glory hole hit him up to confirm today. Dillon sent back an email yes I will be there, I need to taste your cum! Then Dillon saw an email from the guy from this morning. Boy, your tongue and mouth on my ass was amazing. You have a great pussy too, looking forward to teaching you hot to be a real cock sucker but until then you can eat my hole as much as you want. Dillon did not respond although he was getting hard again. He tried to work on his project but he seemed to only be able to think about sucking some cock tonight and swallowing their loads. he hopped that guy from last week was there too. He turned off his phone and got to work on his project and by 2 PM he had made a dent in it but turned his phone on and the ding of an email so he quickly looked and there was a email from glory hole. He got worried the guy was cancelling but instead the email read. Hey Cock Sucker, instead of stall three go to stall one. It works the same way and once you see me tap my foot pull off the toilet paper dispenser and get on your knees. Confirm you have this and you will have your fag mouth there at 4PM. Dillon sent an email saying Yes! Dillon could not concentrate and tried to work but had to got the bathroom at 2:30 and touch his hole and jack off. He had never really liked his hole being touched, he had a girlfriend in college that went there and he stopped her. Now it was like electric, still sore but it made his dick even harder. Dillon jacked and soon slipped a finger in his hole and shot all over and this time he hit the door of the stall. Dillon cleaned it up and went back to his desk and saw it was almost 3:00. He decided to work another 30 minutes and then head to the building. He arrived at 3:50 and he waited in the car. He tried to listen to music but all he could think about was sucking dick. He played with his dick and then at 3:59 he walked to the door and went in and headed to stall one. He sat down and his dick was hard as a rock, he pulled it from under the fabric and jacked it while he rubbed his hole and then he hard the door. Stall number two opened and a foot tapped, once, twice and then three times. Dillon pulled up the toilet dispenser and a dick pushed through. It was not the guy from the email nor the other guy but someone new. The dick was really big and thick, dark brown and uncut. Dillon got on his knees and started to suck that big brown dick and licked and tongue the foreskin and the guy moaned, Dillon worked more and more and then pushed back the skin and sucked and licked all over the head and tasted all the guys precum. The guy was leaking big time. Then Dillon sucked and tried to take it all, it was so thick and the guy just moaned and said good fag, that is fag boy. Dillon heard the door and stopped sucking for a minute and and tried to see through the crack in the stall. He could not see anyone. Then he heard something move on the other wall of the stall and a dick slide thought. That was the first guy he sucked, He jacked the big brown dick and leaned over and sucked this guys dick while he jacked the big uncut dick. Dillon was in heaven and he would switch back and fourth and then the Dark Dicked guy spoke. Fag, put your ass up to the hole I want to lick it while you suck dick. Dillon had noticed that the hole on this booth was bigger and he wondered if that is why he was told to move her or if it was because he could suck two dick in this one. The big dark uncut dick pilled out out and Dillon put his ass up the thole and spread his checks and felt a wet tongue lick his hole and he moaned. The guy knew how to tongue a hole and soon was eating Dillon's hole making Dillon leak and suck hard on the other guys dick and then the Latin guy, the accent gave it away said really load. This fucking Fag has cum in his ass. Dillon was busy sucking cock but he was totally ashamed and pissed he let that guy cum inside him but his dick was still rock hard and dripping and then the Latin guy dove in and ate him for two more minutes, spit on Dillon's hole three times and then stood up and pressed his dick up against Dillon's wet hole. Dillon knew he should pull away but the dick slide slowly and somewhat painfully inside his still tight little ass and the guy said Baby, your fag pussy is so tight. Relax your little slut pussy so Papi does not cum to fast. The dick on the other side pulled out and slide some poppers in the hole and gave them to Dillon. The guy had a ring on his left ring finger so he was married. Dillon hit the poppers and his hole opened up and the Latin guy said again slut, Dillon did it again and then the guy fucked him hard for ten minutes and shot his load deep in Dillon. The guys said fucking stay right there you dirty whore and take all Papi's cum. The guy slowly slide out after another two minutes of slow fucking and then whipped his dick off and said, thanks fag, and walked out. Dillon had his hole right against the wall when he heard the door again and the guy he was sucking said slut stay right where you are and do not move. Someone entered and then Dillon felt a finger and then two. The guy said good whore pussy, then pressed his dick up against Dillon's hole and slide inside and slowly fucked him while he moaned and after five minutes he shot his load in Dillon. The guy he was sucking told Dillon to stay put while the guy who had just shot in him did not say a work and walked out. The door again and then he hard two guys in the booth, or he thought it was two. He felt a tongue on his hole and the guy eat his cum filled ass and then stood up and slide his big long dick inside Dillon. The guy had to be 9" but not supper thick and he kept hitting Dillon deep and Dillon loved that dick in his wet hole. It was the hottest dick so far inside him as to how it was making him feel deep inside. The guy fucked him for five minutes and pulled out and then he felt another tongue on his hole and this guy ate his hole for a few minutes and got up and slide in. His dick was a bit thicker and not as long but still felt amazing in his hole. They switched off and on like this for another ten to fifteen minutes and the the thicker of the two shot his load deep and then the long amazing dick fucked Dillon for another five minutes and came hard and they both got dressed and left. Stay right there the guy he had been sucking said as he moved to booth two. He just slide right in in one motion and fucked his hole and said nothing but pounded away. Then the door and Dillon watched the hole and this fat 7'5 inch dick presented itself. It was soft and the guy had ginger hair with some gray hair mixed in with his red hair. Dillon knew the guy had to be older but he had yet to taste any cum and he grabbed the soft dick and started to suck on it, The guy was leaking but did not seem to want to get hard but after five minutes of sucking Dillon felt his dick starting to harden and soon it was a this fat beer can dick and Dillon sucked and licked all over it and the guy started to cum and Dillon sucked and swallowed all his load. The guy came a lot and Dillon loved it and while hew as cleaning up the last of the guys cum the first guy he ever was with shot his load deep inside Dillon's ass and then pulled out and zipped up and left and the guy he had just sucked pressed his dick back through and it was now soft again and Dillon sucked it and in no time it was rock hard again and he did not last long and shot another load even bigger then before. The guy pulled his dick away and closed the hole and disappeared without a word. Dillon sat on the toilet ready to jack off but thought maybe someone else would enter but after ten minutes he shot his wad and left with the cums till inside him.

Turns out the lockdown was too much for me and my girlfriend to cope with, so after 5 years of being stuck in a closed straight relationship, I'm desperate to get fucked up with other guys again. Total vers here. Who wants to hook up once this lockdown is over?

A few months later, Joey shows up at our door looking like shit as he is homeless as his parents found out he was Poz and going to bathhouses and book stores. He tried hustling, but all he would do is get fuck beaten up and left on the side of the road. Joey is not on meds and has a high VL as Mr. Benson says that is good as there are chasers looking. We take Joey in his weight, as his weight went from 125 to 110, so he will look great as they will think he is full-blown AIDS. We have our first date, and Joey is excited to be doing this as he has always bottomed. The one we are going to breed is in his late 20s with a swimmers build. When I pull out the points, he says he does not use drugs, but after a talk to this, the chaser agrees to a small slam. Joey is laughing as we see the flash of blood, its not a little slam but a heavy one as he is gasping for air and thinks he is dying. Joey buries his face into the chaser hole, sticking his finger in with his sharpen nail as I inject Caverject into my dick as I want to be as hard as I can. Joey looks at me and says he is ready so I see his hole is bleeding I jam my dick balls deep like you rape some as he is in pain and bucking like he is trying to get me off. Still, nothing is going to stop me as the more I fuck him, the chaser stops to get me off and realize what the chaser is here for as he wants me to cum in his bloody hole and POZ him. Joey is just like me as I stick my dick in his mouth to get it cleaned off as, by the time I'm ready to give him the second load, he is begging for us to fuck him. Mr.Benson takes both to a tattoo parlor to get us a few Poz Tats. It's in a down run area we go into the basement of an abandoned building, the artist is covered in tattoos, as we take off out clothes he says the to Mr.Benson you sure you want to mark up these two faggots with Poz., tattoos go right ahead with what we talked about yesterday. We are both getting a scorpion in the middle of the back, the letters POZ right the crack of our ass, and HIV right by our dick. When he is finished, Mr. Benson says for us to pay him, so I go down on my knees, taking his pierced dick into my mouth as Joey is kissing him. When he is good and ready, he takes Joey and fucks him, after his load, I'm still on my knees to clean his dick. When he is finished, he says to Mr.Benson both of your boys have man cunts. I think I will end this hear unless you want me to go on or write another. Story.

From what I saw of interviews with Joe Biden it’s my impression that he’s suffering from mental decline. I don’t think he stands a chance when it comes to debates. Just watch a video of him in the Obama days compared to this year - it’s night and day and not in a good way. I think the dems are going to have to find a new candidate now before it comes too apparent.

When Dillon got back he realized that he had responses from everyone but they were in his spam folder. He quickly responded to them and tried to make sure he got them all answered before his Girl got home. Glory Hole Guy - Boy that was a good start but I think you can do better. I am gonna give you another shot, be back at the bathroom at 4 PM and not a minute earlier and got to your stall and wait. Got it? Dillon responded - Yes, I will be there. I know I can do better. Dillon responded to the Hung Straight guy who was packing 9" and said Dillon must eat his ass, lick and suck his balls and deep throat his dick. (Dillon had never eaten a guys ass but he was so horny for sucking dick he thought WTF I will give it a shot). Dillon - Expert cock sucker who wants to suck and service your big dick, lick and suck your balls and eat your ass. I can not host but can travel and need to service you in the worst way. (Dillon could not believe he was typing those words) Dillon shot off an email to the BBC. Dillon needed to know what black cum taste like, he had watched plenty huge black guys shoot huge loads up a pussy in porn and he had to see if they taste different. Dillon - I love your BBC, cock sucker at your service and ready to suck and swallow your big dick, edge you and make you build up a huge load for me to swallow. Finally shot one of the to Hung Married guy who wanted him Blindfolded, he originally thought that was out of the question but it was not much different then sucking that guy off at the GH that he had not seen. Dillon - Hey guy, I def want to suck that big dick and swallow your load for you. I can not host since I have a GF and it seems you can not either. Know anyplace we can go so I can give you the relief you need? Dillon had just finished when his girl got home and came bay and kissed him. He had just shut down both email accounts and started working on a project for work as she came up to the computer. She kissed him and said she was gonna take a shower and he should order the food. Can you get Chinese tonight, Dillon hated that shit but thought it was the least he could do since he felt guilty sucking off two guys today. He ordered and they delivered and had a nice dinner. His and him watched some TV and after an two shows his Girl said she was gonna call her mom and sister and would be in the bedroom. Dillon said, I am gonna work on my project and try to get a head start on it. Text me when you are ready for bed. She kissed him and headed off the bedroom. Dillon rushed to the computer to see what responses he got if any. This time he was checking both his regular and spam folder and there were messages. Bingo he thought. First one was from the hot guy who wanted this ass eaten. Boy, you need to come to this address at 7 AM in the morning. Make sure you are ready to serve and you can access your email on your phone, I will be able to see you when you come to 3456 Turo street and stand by the fire hydrant. I will send you my address when I see you are ready to be a cock sucking whore standing on the street like a hustler. (fuck Dillon thought, this guy is hot) Dillon - I will be there, I will be wearing a Red Shirt and blue jeans. Hot guy must have been on because he responded saying Do not fucking take your dick out, if I see your dick I will beat the shit out of you. Got it. Dillon - I will not, I understand. See you at 7 AM. Dillon was not rock hard and ready to suck that guys dick. There was a response from the black guy. He wrote fucking love white whores who need BBC. You do need my BBC don't you whore. When are you free to come to the west side of town and be my wet mouth to fuck? (Dillon was not sure when his Girl was going to be working again late so he waited to respond) The hot white guy who wanted Dillon to eat his ass must have sent the other email as an after thought. Make sure you are wearing a jock, although your dick can not ever be exposed if you are not an expert cock sucker I may need to eat your hole and pretend it is a hot chicks pussy. I have the feeling you may not be the cock sucker you think you are. Dillon - I will wear it but I promise you will not need to eat my ass to get off. ( Dillon thought about it and wondered what that would feel like) The hot guy responded, good to know you think so but you will need to let me be the judge of that, Just get here at 7, my wife leaves at 6:30 each day, I will shower and be ready for you cock whore. Dillon - I am so ready, I will be there. With that Dillon shut down his laptop and headed off to bed, he was really horned up and fucked his girlfriend and french kissed her with the same mouth that had been on two men's cocks that very same day. He came hard inside his women and they held each other while he kept thinking about his hot guy he would soon be sucking off. Ready to have his mouth on that big dick. Dillon dozed off just after setting the alarm for 6 AM and when he woke he showered and grabbed his red shirt, jeans, loafers and grabbed the Jock and slipped it on and got dressed. He leaned down and kissed his girl and said he had to get to the office early and bolted out the door. He drove across town to Turo street and parked and walked to the corner fire hydrant and looked at his watch and it was 6:55 and he kept looking at his phone checking and rechecking his phone. Finally an email came in and it read 4578 Turo, come to the back door and let yourself in, there is a sock on the door so you will know you are at the right door. Dillon went walking and got to the door and opened it and stepped in and it was really dark He could not see anything, he hard the voice. Whore, drop your pants and loose the shoes. Dillon hesitated and the guy slapped his head and said, boy you need to listen to me or leave right now. Dillon started to unfasten his belt while he kicked off his shoes and then unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them and pushed them down and stepped out of them. Fucking whore that took way too long, Dillon felt two hands on his shoulders and he was told to walk. He took ten big steps and then the voice said stop. He felt his right arm being pulled to his back and then his left and they were zip tied and then the guy grabbed his shoulders and turned him to the right and his body was pushed forward and his chest fell on some cushion. He tried to figure it out, it was not sofa since it was much higher but that is what it felt like. Then he felt his ass being touched and he could feel this guys breath on his hole and slowly his ass checks were pulled apart and then wet. Oh fuck he thought, that feels so amazing. Dillon began to moan. The guy kept licking and sucking that little hole and then stopped. He pushed Dillon's legs apart and then sent back to eating his hole. The guy stopped and pulled Dillon, disappointed he thought he was going to be able to finally suck this guys cock but to his surprise the guy slid a ball gag into his mouth and fasted it and he again turned him and made him walk five more feet to a bathroom, a dimmer switch was put on and he could see the shower, toilet and sink. The guy lubed up his finger and slide it in Dillon and Dillon protested through the gall gag. Then a metal cold object slid in and the water was turned on and Dillon felt full. More full and then the metal was slowly pulled out and the guy said hold it there boy. Dillon did but after five minutes he had to let the water out. He Dillon shot all the liquid and shit into the shower and the guy slide the metal up his hole and did it again and Dillon held it and shot out all the water this time. The guy whipped his ass off and hole and turned him again and walked him back to the same spot and bend him over and began to really eat his hole and tongue fuck it. Dillon moaned and then that fucking lubed finger was slid in and he was finger fucked and then two. Dillon was really getting pissed, fucking hell he thought I am not gay. He was trying to figure out a way to get out of this hell when the guy stood up and rubbed his big dick on Dillon's hole and Dillon thought no fucking way he is gonna fuck me not in this life. The guy slide a bottle under his nose and he said inhale while the guy held the other side and he made him do that four times each side and as the guy put the cap back on it he slowly pressed his dick against that virgin hole and he could hear Dillon scream and wrestle to get off the bench but the guy was too big and strong and slowly that huge dick broke though and sank into Dillon all nine inches of it. The guy whispered in Dillon's ear "boy, you have one slut pussy on you." He began to slow fuck Dillon and with as tight as Dillon's virgin ass was he only lasted ten minutes before he shot his load in the boy. The guy slowly pulled out and said, boy are you ready to suck my dick now? Dillon swore and told him to fuck off but none of it was audible. Boy, I asked you a question. He pulled him up and held the back of his head and said shake your head once if you want me to fuck you again right now and cum in your ass or do you want to suck my dick? Dillon was confused but his masculine rapist who had just taken his ass without permission said, boy if you shake your head no to the next question I will fuck that ass again and cum in it right now. Do you want to suck my dick now., Dillon did not hesitate and shook his head yes. Dillon thought if he would just suck this guys dick he would be able to get out of here and never do anything like it again. The guy with the huge dick said good boy, now I am going to unfasten your ball gag. If you scream I am going to give you a liver punch and do some real damage you hear. Shake your head if you understand and Dillon shook his head yes. The guy unfastened the ball gag and then told Dillon to get on his hands and knees and he pulled a chair out and sat on it right in front of Dillon. Then he grabbed his head and lowered it down and told Dillon to open his mouth and Dillon felt that cummy dick on his tongue. Dillon started to suck and lick that big dick and swallow his own ass juices and all that mans cum and soon the guy dick was clean and Dillon was sucking hard and as deep as he could and the guy pressed his head down and Dillon was force to throat the guy. Fuck Dillon thought this guy is gonna kill me I can not fucking breath. The guy let Dillon up and Dillon coughed and tried to inhale. The guy put the poppers up to his nose and made him breath in again and soon Dillon was high as fuck. He got really close to his ear and he said boy, you see now why I had to fuck you. You lied and said you were an expert cock sucker, you will be coming for weeks before you can gain that title. Now get the fuck back down on my big dick. He grabbed Dillon and slide his cock deep down Dillon's throat and slowly fucked him as Dillon tired to breath. Each time Dillon was able to keep that dick down his throat longer and after eight deep throats and a break in between to do poppers and breath the guy pulled him off and told Dillon the lick his balls and eat his hair ass. Dillon worked his balls and sucked on them and worked his way down to his hairy hole and licked and ate as the guy spread and lifted his legs letting Dillon get in deep and the guy encouraged him. Fuck that is it boy, finally found something you are a natural at. It totally centered Dillon and made him eat and tongue like crazy and after ten minutes the guy said okay boy. You got me worked up and now I need you to show me what you have learned, if you can without my help fuck your throat with my dick I will let you blow me till I cum and leave. If not I will take your ass again. Do you understand, Dillon agreed and said he understood. Dillon opened his mouth and took a big breath and then sucked his way down but could not get the last two inches even when he used his neck muscles to press down and after five minutes he had to come up for air. While he was catching his breath the ball gag went back in and it was strapped on and he thought fuck, here we go again. The guy pushed him forward and fingered his hole, one finger all the way in and then two and finally three and twisted them around and finally pressed his cock up against the hole and told Dillon to push back. Dillon just stayed right in place and then a hard smack on his ass. The guy left a red mark and then another slap and he said boy until you fuck yourself on my dick I am gonna beat your ass. Dillon pressed back and although the pain was intense he finally got the dick to slide into him and he slowly fucked himself on the dick taking a little more each time and soon he was starting to like it. Dillon thought, fuck how could he like a dick in his ass. He knew he was not gay and loved pussy. The guy grabbed the ball gag and loosened it and and let it fall out of Dillon's mouth. His rapist grabbed his hips and fucked him hard and soon he was panting while Dillon was moaning and making whimpering sounds and a minute before the guy shot, Dillon came in his jock. The guy fucked away and said boy you have a fag pussy on your, you just came. Your hole tightened right up and you are gonna make be blow my second load in you. The guy shoved his dick in deep and came hard. The guy slowly pulled out and told Dillon to stand. He did and the guy walked him back to his cloths and told him he needed to be back at 7 Am on Friday that is the next day she is heading to work early. I have a copy of your license so know where you live and will come to your place if you are not here and share what you have been doing with your girlfriend. Understand pussy boy? You need practice until you learn how to suck dick like a true whore. Then he grabbed a knife and cut the zip tie and told him to get dressed and leave the way he came in. The guy seemed to have disappeared. It was still dark but he go this jeans on but put his shirt inside out and had not noticed till he got to the car and took it off and turned it inside out and drove to work.

As a bottom, I can understand some situations in which I'd need to tap out; however, those are few and far between, and usually involve issues other than just sex. (Like when I had stomach valve surgery: no sexy times for about four months, and the first time after that? Nope.) But I cannot understand why someone would say "I want to be whored out" without understanding what it means and making sure they're up to it. There is a lot of work the tops put in to coordinate the situation, and if the bottom flakes or winds up unable to handle it, there's a lot of disappointment on the part of the participants, and it could negatively impact the coordinating top's reputation in the community. "Oh yeah ... you're the one who set up the last bust or two, yeah? Thanks but no thanks." To my mind, if you're a bottom for a single top or a gangbang / whoring festivity, you have to be ready to put your ass where your mouth is ... as it were. If you ask for it, you'd damn well better be able to take it.

Woke I awoke Saturday morning with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Travis sleeping soundly by my side, and the clouds in my mind cleared quickly: My ass was sore. This man, who’s not my husband, fucked me last night. Bare. To completion. And he’s HIV+. Fuck--what have I done, I thought. I began to sweat, as the gravity of my fuckup hit me. And then my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I rolled over to look and saw it was my husband Brad calling. “Hey baby!” I answered with a somewhat hoarse tone. “Hah – hey lover” he said, “you sound rough. How was your night on the town with our boys?” “Oh, it was pretty fun I guess,” I responded half-heartedly. “Not too eventful.” And then I felt my jock strap snapped from behind and Travis’s hands on my ass. I clinched my gluten as an attempt to indicate the touch wasn't welcome. He inched his naked body closer to mine anyway. I’d awoken the big dicked, skinny stranger with this phone call, and it was apparent he wasn’t going to make chatting with Brad easy. Travis parted my ass cheeks with his hands as I tried to ignore him and pay attention to Brad, and then Travis inserted his first finger. As he began his single finger fuck of my tight hole, the fact that his poz spunk was still buried in me was on the forefront of my mind. And then a second finger slid in alongside the first. I grimaced. And then a third finger made its way inside me. In any other situation I would have yelped in pain, but I remained silent for Brad. “What you up to today?” Brad asked, as Travis began assaulting my fuck chute with his callused fingers. He worked my hole, shoving his digits in and out, twisting them with each entry. Occasionally I felt his finger nails scraping against my tender anus wall. It was all I could do not to make an audible response to the act. And yet, my dick began to harden. “Not totally sure. Probably just laying low. How about you –- are the meetings going well?” I asked as I felt Travis’s whiskers on my neck, kissing me, sucking on my jugular. I would certainly have a hickey from this. I lost track of the conversation as I was focused on not reacting to the man molesting me from behind. As Brad began going over the list of colleagues who were getting on his nerves, Travis withdrew his fingers. I then felt his dick being guided up and down my ass crack, leaving a slimy trail of precum. “Fuck no, surely he’s not gonna try to fuck me now?” I thought to myself as I tried to move away toward the edge of the bed. But as Brad continued the monologue against his coworkers, the tip of Travis’s monster cock found my hole. Travis’s arm wrapped around me to hold me close, and I had no option but to grit my teeth and accept the entry of his big dick. Travis wasn’t in the moment for romance or to be gentle: he wanted to mark his bitch. He wanted me to get caught. He wanted to claim me as his own. He wanted to emasculate Brad. He slammed his mostly dry cock deep in me. I winced and fought the urge to scream. It hurt like hell. He withdrew most of his shaft from me and then thrust forward into my body again. And again. And again. Brad then started talking about recent discussions with his family about summer vacation plans. I was successfully masking the intrusion into our marriage by remaining quiet, with occasional banter to keep the conversation going (things like “oh wow,” and “that’s great”). Travis pulled my hair as his fuck pace increased. He wanted to cum in me before Brad hung up the phone. I instinctively ground my ass backwards into him, enabling his dick to go deeper and deeper inside me. My own dick was now throbbing and was leaking precum onto our sheets. Brad took hold of my cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his pounding of my hole. My breath was becoming short. Travis was close. I was getting close. Travis picked up his pace. Brad began to wonder about the change in my breathing. “Everything ok there?” “Yeah” I said, thinking quickly and seeing the dog bed in the corner, “Molly and I are playing tug of war with her chewey. Sorry lover, go on.” Brad continued speaking, until finally Travis slammed his body into mine and let out a guttural sound. “unnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh.” Another batch of his poz dna had been injected deep inside me. “Oh fuck” I said, and then recovered “Brad, I gotta take Molly out now. Can I call you back later babe?” “ummm – ok? Sure. " He said, unsure of what was happening on my end of the phone. " Have a great day lover and call me back later!” Brad said as we ended the call. With his dick still pulsing out poison sperm into my ass, Travis jerked my dick until I began spurting my neg cum onto the sheets. “Your pussy of a husband will never fuck you again, slut. Mark my words, slut. You’re mine.”

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4

My Conversion After high school, I left my small town for the military and never looked back. All through my sexual exploration I had fucked around with both boys and girls. I had the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader after my cock, and a nice cock it is too. I guess before I go any further I should describe myself: 5’10, #160 of muscle, blonde hair, blue eyes; a wrestler’s build; 8” of uncut cock and a nice set of low hanging balls. Basically out on my own, I kept up my bi-sexual ways when I could. Being in the military back in the early 90’s meant being closeted about fucking around with guys or you were in big trouble. But as they say, any hole in a storm; or sometimes if I was in the mood, any cock in a storm. I never worried about pregnancies with the girls, and since most of the guys I fucked around with were also military, condoms were rarely used. I never kept track of the girls I fucked; after all if they got knocked up it was their problem to deal with, at least in my mind. When I got out of the military after my four years and settled in Washington, DC, I still kept slutting around, but more and more often it was with guys and fewer girls or women caught my eye. Eventually I settled down with one of my regular fuck buddies, Dave, and over time we seemed to become a couple. We’d often find a third or more to add to our fuck fests, but it was always the two of us that stayed the night after kicking the other guy out. Then came the day, about two years after I left the military, that the one person I cared about as more than just a fuck screwed me over. Dave and I always bet on the games: football, baseball, basketball; college or pro, it didn’t matter what it was we loved to bet on just about everything. Sometimes it was for money, but mostly they were bets of a sexual nature; who would bottom, who would find the next third for us, who would wear the sexy undies. Little did I know that these bets would forever change my life. One day I lost, and Dave wanted me to bottom for Steve, a guy he knew. So Dave set it up. Steve was a big guy, not fat, just imposingly tall, thickly build, and a monster cock. The night Steve was to fuck me, we started off with a few drinks in the living room before moving things to the bedroom. Dave undressed me as I undressed Steve. Dave remained dressed, and said he just wanted to watch tonight. He had done this before, so I thought nothing of it at the time. Once Steve and I were naked, we crawled onto the bed and began to make out, both of our cocks slowly rising to attention as we kissed and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, we moved around on the bed to 69. Steve was a great cocksucker; and if the moans he made around my cock were anything to go by, along with his still growing cock, he was enjoying my skills on his cock. It seemed like only minutes, but when Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth, I noticed that we had been sucking each other off for almost half an hour. He had me lay on my back, and he went back to working my cock, then my balls and eventually pushing my legs up and enthusiastically eat-out my hole. His tongue felt great pushing into my tight hole, opening it up with his spit. After eating me out for a while, he began to add fingers into the mix, really opening my hole up for his cock. I was writhing on the bed from the pleasure of his tongue and his fingers as they worked over my hole, getting it ready for his cock. Once he had sufficiently loosened-up my hole, he moved up my body and positioned his now leaking cock at my entrance. “You want this?” Steve asked. I looked over at Dave, who gave me a nod. “Yes, slide it in me.” I told Steve. “Ok, I’m going to fuck you till I fill you up with my cum." “Go for it. Get that cock in my ass.” Ah, if only I had known at the time what he really meant, why he asked me if I wanted it. Now, Steve was a great fuck, and his cock sank deep into my hole, opening it up and going in deep. He really pounded my hole, and, although rougher than I normally took, it felt strangely wonderful and liberating to have this beast of a man fucking me with his huge cock, which was much bigger than Dave’s average-sized cock or, for that matter, my above-average cock. He lasted about 30-40 minutes, and we changed positions a couple times, but never once did his cock leave my ass. He varied the thrusts between fast rabbit-punch type thrusts and slower deeper thrusts that really opened me up. I was moaning and enjoying the fuck the entire time. When Steve finally said he was close to cumming and was going to flood my ass with his cum, Dave moved to the bed and with Steve’s final thrust Dave kissed me and rubbed my head. Steve collapsed on top of me as his cock kept firing jet after jet of his cum deep in my ass. I milked his cock to get every drop of his cum into my ass. When he finally started to pull out, Dave moved down and cleaned his cock off for him. Then Dave took a plug out of the desk drawer and inserted it into my hole. I felt nice to be full again after the emptiness I had felt after Steve pulled out of my ass. It had been an exhausting fuck, and I laid on the bed drifting in and out as Steve dressed and Dave showed him out. After locking up, Dave came in, stripped and climbed into bed with me. He snuggled up to my back, and we both fell asleep, I never even came during the entire session. About 4:00 A.M., I woke up with a raging hard-on, and my sexy boyfriend lying next to me. He was back to me, so I began to rub my cock against his ass, he moaned and pushed back against me. We had both often fucked the other in the wee hours of the morning, so I slid my cock into Dave and soon filled his ass with my spunk. Afterwards I fell back asleep, my cock gradually softening in his now cummy hole. Weeks passed, more bets were made and paid up. We fell back into our routines and I didn’t think about the night with Steve again till about a couple of months later when I got terribly sick. I was nauseous, had chills, and sometimes even had trouble getting out of bed. Dave took care of me the whole time. About a week after I got better I went to the clinic for my regular STD screenings. I am sure you have figured out by now what happened when the results came back: I was HIV positive, had been for about a month and a half. When I looked back at it, everything had been there, under a subtext, perhaps, but definitely there - had I thought to examine the facts. I was pissed! Pissed at Dave for doing it to me, at myself for letting it happen, at the world for this disease existing. When I got over to Dave’s I really laid into him about it. Even though he was slightly bigger than me, I shoved him to the floor, rolled him onto his stomach, and pulled down the back of his sweatpants exposing his ass. I pulled my rock hard cock out of my jeans and just shoved it into his ass. He screamed in pain then started crying and telling me he was sorry. "You fucked up my life and now I am going to fuck up yours you fucking bastard!” I screamed at him as I pounded away as his ass, with no prep whatsoever. I felt my death seed getting ready to get shot into the first ass knowingly since I had become positive. “Here it comes, fucker! Your first injection of my poz seed!” With that, I planted my cock deep in his ass and let shot after shot of my now toxic seed fill his ass as I rested on top of his sobbing body. I slowly pulled out, and saw on my cock a mix of ass juice, cum and the pink tinge of blood. I rolled him onto his back, and shoved my cock into his mouth, ordering him “Clean that cock up fucker! From now on, you will take my seed in your cunt till you get pozzed up too!” Once my cock was cleaned, I sat back, drained of emotion and Dave lay on the floor, his pants still bunched beneath his ass and tears streamed down his cheeks. After the hurt and anger had settled, we sat down and talked. Dave told me of how he had wanted us to become poz together and then spread it around to all our conquests. He had told Steve that I wanted to get pozzed but that I had not told him, but he had found out and wanted to give it to me as a present. Dave told me that he wanted the bug too, and that he would take every fuck I gave him till he came down with the fuck flu. Then with both of us poz, we’d start spreading our seed around and poz up every guy we could, even the ones who played 'safe only' with the same doctored condoms we used to stealth when we were neg. I kissed him, and told him to go get his ass in the bed because I was going to breed him all night and fill him so full of my toxic cum that he would be poz within a week.

Once lockdown is over, any mature guys based in the South West, who can accommodate, up for a really sleazy sex session. Piss fun, serious rimming, nasty verbal, as perverted as you want. Group, web, photo, film, chem friendly. I am neg, but find poz guys are up for a lot more than neg guys. Bareback fucking only, no toxic load refused.

I met him on one of the hook up apps. I was so fucking horny. He was horny. It was late at night and he was only 10 min from my place. He was a cute 21 year old with blue eyes and brown hair. He had a hairy chest and a hot ass. 7c too. I couldn't say no. Everyone was asleep and my cock was throbbing. I invited him over but didn't expect him to really arrive. He did! It was 2 am. He was on my back porch when I looked outside. It was dark out and nobody in the neighborhood was awake it seemed. I let him in quietly. Told him not to make noise so the dogs wouldn't bark. Took him to the basement. "everyone is asleep we need to be quiet." I said. We started kissing. His tongue darting inside my mouth and mine inside his. It felt so good. I needed it and he did too. He likes older and I like younger. He told me he is 21. I melted in his arms. As we were kissing we got naked. Our cocks rubbing together. I licked his nipples and he licked mine. Both of us so horny. He bent down and sucked my already hard dick. I turned him around and rubbed my dick over his hairy ass cheeks and around his hairy hole. I got the lube and we both lubed up. I put him on my desk chair and he stuck his ass out for me. My cock just went inside. He moaned and pushed his ass against me. I put my arms around him and felt his back against my hairy chest. It felt so good. His warm skin against mine. My cock inside him. We fucked and both moaned softly. He got up a bit and we kissed again as he turned his head to me. Those blue eyes omg those blue eyes. I fucked him hard and shot a load as he was jerking his cock. He shot all over the chair. I let him take a quick shower in the basement bathroom. "be quick and quiet" I reminded him! He kissed me. He jumped in the shower. The only towel I had was the one we came on. He used it to wipe off and said "it smells wonderful" OMG I want to fuck him again and again. BUT, he had to go and it was late and everyone was asleep. I went upstairs and he followed. Everyone was still asleep. It was quiet. He kissed me at the door and smiled. I didn't even get his name. But I will remember his beautiful blue eyes and that hot ass! He left and when I looked at my app. he had sent me a thank you. I thanked him for coming over. I hope I see him again. I jerked another load thinking about our encounter. I'm horny just writing this now. I need more sex. I need to unload my cum till my balls are empty. BH

Was fucked end of last year by a man for 95 minutes. He obviously had the blue pill or two he so fing hard and straight as a ruler. He just kept fucking and fucking it was so painful. At one stage i was in tears. But i am one who enjoys that. After he finished. I had a 3 hr drive in front of me. Bloody sore and uncomfortable. I have not seen him since. He is really keen when lock down finishs but he scares me. But its all i can think about. Normally i like 30 min passionate lots of positions and verball.

Hey Guys, long time since I logged in here! Sorry. I am posting a lot on twitter.Do you know if there is any way to link twitter to BZ?

How fucking awesome was that, the ultimate joining.

Delightful, exciting, horny reading as usual. Thanks for your gifts ! I already noticed this earlier in the story, but even more with this chapter : I guess you are familiar with "Call me by your name", either the book or the movie ? Wonderful reading, though not quite as naughty as this one 😉 Keep up the spirit, can wait to find what happens when the American arrives in Tuscany !

Tim Kruger going at it [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/xxl-breeds-muscleslut-43437661

for me sucking cock is the most intimate act a dude can do for another dude. I get on my knees and rub my hands over his jeans then unbutton him. either I see a packed pouch or if he's going commando his cock is set free. I luv the smell of his balls - sweatier the better. I like to start slow and work on his helmet while stroking his balls. I luv to react to the sounds he makes, soft groans or grunts. I make a tight hole by pressing his cock against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and give him long deep strokes. by then he's dripping prelim in my mouth which makes me work harder. I luv to be ordered to take it all while he grinds his balls on my chin. then there's the anticipation of receiving his sperm. I can tell when the dudes is getting close to blowing. the sweetest words are "aww fuck I'm gunna cum in yer mouth" rolled by several thick ropes of sperm. I greedily swallow it all down an keep sucking till the dude is finished. then I thank him for his seed p it's only polite!

Very hot! The whole MEAT-MARKET RITUAL CONVERSION thing! Beats living in fear and virtual abstinence and then STILL getting pozzed by an innocent-looking dude one took a 'chance with'. (like I did, depriving myself for decades of ever seeing and feeling the intense rush of total debauchery and surrender) Personally, I regret! All the hot, jaded, promiscuous slut-fuckers I passed up on over the years. In hindsight I (we all) we crave their rugged, well-seasoned breeder cocks. That and their seed, their DNA, their nonchalant demeanor that claimed your hole like any other they habitually hunt for and score ego-points with on their belts. "Fucked him too! Balls-deep! BAREBACK!" Getting that 'reputation! Just being 'another notch', a quickie with a semi-demon in the dark... spit-lubed, no 'protection', all seedy and with red flags... maybe one being a biohazard tat!? Which is probably why the most rugged and fast-paced guys in the scene really do it for me now. POZ, promiscuous, inked and pierced, no rubbers ever. Negative guys will do but not if they remind me too much of my skittish tame former amateur self! Now it's GOT TO BE a badass dude, the 'probably-poz' or the proudly poz who are verbal about 'demon-seed' and all that! MAJOR POINTS!!! And then retaining the fucker's seed like it's the ritual sacrament of the unholy CUM-union! Retaining it to the state of full absorption. Feeling like the hardcore sexual legacy of the random buck has passed onto and into you! Making you (me) feel extra slutty and 'part' of the brotherhood! The internal mind-game of 'playing with fire' is such a high!

Let me tell you about the day I just had. This quarantine has really got me horny. I am a mid 30’s bearded cub Cumdump. I love taking loads, not too picky, if you can get it hard, slide it in and use my hole til you bust your nut deep inside me. I love when a top gets really turned on by the fact that I have other dudes DNA swimming inside my hairy hole. Now I’m a good looking dude, not hot by definition, but yesterday I tried to take loads too and two guys couldn’t get hard. I think that certain dudes find me out of their league and can’t perform. Weird. so after only getting one load yesterday, I woke up with purpose to get stuff done, errands and such. I was dressed and out the door when one of my regulars asked me if I was taking loads. I pondered and decided to prep real quick and see what I could find. Told him to give me 30 minutes. I also hit up this stud I’ve been talking to for years on BBRT and he said he could meet me and they could tag team me. Joy! So they both arrive at the same time. I’m ass up face down and they walk in and immediately strip down. Regular, let’s call him Mark, lubes up my hole and wastes no time sliding in his 8” thick uncut cock as I’m taking a huge hit of poppers. The other top, Rich, comes around and swings his massive dick in my face. It’s at least 9.5”, I was not prepared for that monster but couldn’t wait. im getting fucked doggy and sucking on Rich’s tits, he has muscular body, high ass and a smile that will kill. He’s face fucking me while Mark is pummeling my hole balls deep. Time to switch so I get on my back and Rich slides his monster cock up my hole. His cock is so thick but feels so good rutting me out. I love having cocks fucking both my holes. We switch again as Rich said he was about to cum and isn’t quite ready. Mark picks back up, me on my back, head over the side of the bed, as Rich is throat fucking me. I need a break so I take a beat. But the beating was just about to begin. They both lie down and I start sucking them off while they kiss. I sit on Marks cock and I can see he knows what I’m thinking and tells Rich to DP me. Fuck. Now Marks cock is big by an means but my ass is fat and the angles were all wrong. So I told them to switch. I sit on his massive cock and Mark tries to slide in. Still a weird angle and he says he’s about to come. Finally I throw myself down and he manages to shove his cock in my hole. I am stretched to the hilt, can’t find my poppers but It felt so fucking good. Mark cums in my ass and pulls out. Rich gets up, gets me in doggie and pounds my fucking hole with no mercy until he shoots a massive load in me. I clean off both of their cocks, love tasting the mix of cum and my ass juices. They wrap it up, exchange numbers and they are on their way. So back to errands? NAH! I get on Grindr, BBRT, Sniffies all checking time see who else wants to add one. Some looky loos but no one really makes a plan. At this time Rich texts me and says it was fucking hot. I agree and say can’t wait to do it again. He then says he has another load for me. What a guy, 20 min and that monster is ready to go again? Sign me up. I think we had a connection and he wanted to breed me again just one on one. so he walks in, I’m laying on the bed just sprawled out. He flips me over and pins me down and starts taking deeper care of me, which was cute. Kissing, but he knows I want his load, and he wants me to get more. Maybe he’s looking for a boyfriend who likes to get sloppy for him? Let’s hope. He cums pretty quick and takes off. Back on to Sniffies...find a dude, nice cock, nice torso, tell him to head over. I can tell there is something odd, he’s foreign, his sentences are short and not formulated properly. He takes his time walking over and this guy, oh boy. Fine body, awkward, giant glasses, but I’m here for the load. He has an average penis, does a pretty good job fucking me. I do always find it weird when tops fall out of you but don’t notice. Well that happened several times. He started getting soft and he said that he came when he left but I’m not so sure. I think he might have been weirded out by all the cum in my ass. before he came over, my friend Brad, had written me. I of course alerted a few of my favorite tops that I was taking loads. These are the kind of pigs I like. Tops with big cocks who get off on being in my used ass. Brad and I have fucked in my old apartment, my new apartment, through a gloryhole at the local arcade on more than one occasion. He is a fucking stud, great body, amazing cock, and the prettiest light blue eyes ever. He’s kind of a jerk but that’s ok. I once went over to his house and had an allergic reaction to his huskies and almost drove myself to the hospital, after her deposited load number 7 into my hole. But i digress. So Brad tells me he can breed me in the restroom on the first floor of his apt. The office is closed right now and so as soon as Guy leaves I change and rush down there. It’s a brand new place not far from me closer to the water. He buzzes me in and escorts me to the bathroom. We strip and he wastes no time in huffing poppers and sliding into my hole. He tells me to bend over so hear I am, hands on the toilet seat, getting railed by a total hottie. I look down and see that there is quite the puddle on the ground at me feet. So he is fucking all of the cum out of me and it’s so hot. He pulls out and lays on the floor. I sit on his dick but that isn’t really working. He loves eating out my cummy hole so I sit on his face while he tongue fucks my hole as I push to give him a little taste. My legs tense up and it’s time to wrap this up. Back on to the toilet and he slides in and finally delivers a massive load to my well fucked hole. We get dressed and he leaves the bathroom, sending me a Grindr message to say that it’s clear. As I’m walking out I get hit up by someone in the building, but my ass is sore and I have to pick up something in 20 minutes so I head out. not bad for one day. I fucking love being a Cumdump.

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....

Funny- there’s a London BB whatsapp group I belong to where any guy putting up a posting for sex immediately gets torn to shreds for ‘violating the lockdown’. Anybody else on here in the same group?

He's all for spreading it around. He'd be happy to knock you two up, too. He also wants to watch me take a dog's knot. I'd do anything he wants me to do.

I don't do it to punish them. I do it to remind them what they are. Submissive fucktoys and cumholes that I can do whatever I want to. I also do it because it's fun to beat a cumdump and then make it beg for my cock, piss down its throat and make it thank me, make it beg me to strangle it unconscious then choke them out and wake them up with my forearm up their ass.

A cocksucker has no right to push back. Their job is to get their mouth and throat used for whatever men want to use it for and as hard as they want to use it. If a man wants to choke a faggot unconscious with his cock he has every right to do it. Same if he wants to use the faggots throat for a toilet or an ashtray or a place to spit.

Sorry it has been so long since I added to this. had a bit of Writer's Block. Enjoy! Thanksgiving Break I headed home, and had a great break with Mom and Uncle. I also had a little surprise over the week I was home. Thursday night, after all the turkey and trimmings, my mom’s pumpkin pie, and even some wine, there was a knock at the door. I answered to see my first fuck buddy Justin standing there looking as hot as ever. I wrapped him in a bear hug which he returned. “Come on in.” I said Justin moved past me, his hand brushing my cock slightly as he maneuvered around me to get inside. He said hello to my mother and uncle, then we headed up to my room for some privacy to catch up, and maybe more I was thinking because of his grope. Once we were in my room, Justin sat on my bed as I closed the door. I turned around, and he had a nervous look on his face. I sat next to him on the bed and put my hand on his thigh. “What’s up? You look kinda nervous or upset.” I said to him. “Well, you know the stuff we used to do before I left for college, the stuff the naked wrestling led to…” “Yea,” I said, “I liked it, and because of it I came to know for sure that I was gay.” “I had thought it was just a phase or something that would stop when I got to college and had different girls around. But it didn’t. I really discovered I liked it. I met a guy, and thought we were perfect together, but he had lied to me the whole time. He just wanted to get things to the point where I let him fuck me bare so that he could make me like him, HIV positive. I was completely devastated when I finally let him have that connection with me and found out it was only to make me poz.” And then he hung his head. The whole time Justin was talking about it, At first I was jealous, then started getting hard when he got to the barebacking part. I rubbed his leg, and then leaned in to hug him, and he hugged me back. “When we used to fuck, we never used condoms.” I said. “Yea, but we were still high schoolers, we weren’t having sex with men. We didn’t have diseases like HIV.” “And how do you feel now that you are HIV positive?” “Honestly, it is kinda liberating. Now I don’t have to worry about getting it any more. But I am also afraid that it will mean no one will want me, I am tainted.” “Buddy, it is not like that at all. There will be plenty of guys that want you. That will want you to fuck them.” “But I am Positive, I carry this disease with me. And I can’t get medication for it because then my folks will know and I haven’t told them I am gay, let alone that I am positive.” “So you are not on any medications for it?” “Nope. Can’t afford them without insurance.” “I need to tell you something,” I said to him and looked him in the eyes, “I am also HIV positive. My roommate is, and several of my friends on the wrestling team. Some of them even got it from me.” I felt his cock start to harden between us. We kissed and my hands began to travel down to his sweet ass. His hands moved to my cock and began to rub it inside my jeans. I reached between us and began to undo his pants. His hands moved up and began to remove my clothes as well. We made short work of it and soon we were both naked from the waist down. Our hard cocks pressed against each other and his cut cock was sticking straight up, leaking precum like a sieve. I dropped to my knees and began to suck up that poison, savoring the taste of his cum like never before. Justin grabbed my arms and pulled me off his cock and stood me up, kissing me deeply again before pushing me onto the bed. He joined me on the bed and we got into a 69. We both sucked on each other’s cocks, trying to get as much precum as possible. After a while, I broke off sucking his cock and told him I wanted him “give me his strain, mix it with mine.” “Only if you give me yours too, buddy” he replied as he moved around and lined his cock up with my hole. Justin pushed in slowly, it had been a while since I had taken all 9 inches of his cock, but it felt great to have him slid it back into me. Once he was balls deep, he waited a second before he really began to pound my hole with his cock. I was moaning in pleasure from his cock hitting all the right places in me. But far too soon, at least in my opinion, and it was really about ten minutes after he had slid into me, Justin shoved all the way in and began to shoot his toxic cum deep into my willing hole. He kissed me as he finished unloading all his balls could make into me. We flipped positions, and I spit on his hole to help lube it up a bit, then my uncut cock was lined up with his hole and I pushed in. Justin moaned in pleasure as my cock slid into him. He felt tight, and probably had not had sex since that asshole had stealthed him. The pressure from his tight hole on my cock made me want to blow right away, but I just held still for a few minutes and soon I was ready to fuck my old buddy and add my family strain to him. I varied it up and we both really enjoyed it, but far too soon I felt the tingle in my balls signaling release, so I sped up my thrusts and let him know it was cumming. “Give it to me buddy, give me your strain.” Justin said as I thrust all the way in and began to fill him with my deadly cum. As my balls unloaded into his ass, I leaned down and kissed Justin. We continued to kiss as my cock softened and then with a soft plop came out of his hole. We laid there kissing for a while, just holding each other and enjoying the feel of each other. A noise from downstairs reminded us that we were not alone in the house. Reluctantly, we separated and got our clothes back on. Once we were dressed, we laid on the bed next to each other and chatted. Nothing too deep; Classes, roommates, college life. Finally, a few hours after he had arrived, we slowly separated and gave one more private passionate kiss to each other. I walked him to the door, and we promised to get together again before the break ended, and again over Christmas break. Over the next three days, Justin and I fucked as much as we could, we both headed back to College with our asses full of the other’s cum, and our bodies accepting the other’s strain to add in with the one already active within us.

that's why you are one of my favourite fuckholes ever. Great bod but lots of sluts are hot. You're a pozzed up whore but lots of faggots are bug chasers. You clearly have no self respect but its easy to find boys like that. But most pigs are pussies when it comes to getting choked and strangled. Always begging me to stop and crying. But you actually beg me to choke you harder and when you grab my arms you're trying to make me strangle you even harder where most pigs are trying to breathe and enjoy getting choked unconscious. I can't wait to get my hands around your skinny cocksucking throat again slut. I like using the belt but with a boy like you I need to feel your throat straining for oxygen.https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2018_12/strangle3.jpg.eac50c1f118feb2e2d9f57e2a7ea593a.jpg PS-this little poz cumdump actually begged me to snuff it when I was fucking him at the bathhouse one time

I was 14, he was 30’s or 40’s. I met him in an aol chat room. I snuck out, met him on a corner near my house where he picked me up in his truck. We drove to a secluded area and parked. As I was sucking his cock he rubbed lube on my hole and fingered me. I decided I wanted to feel him inside me. I climbed onto his lap, as he rubbed his cock against my hole. The tip of his cock caught on my hole and I pressed down on it. He sucked in some air and tried to stop what was about to happen. I begged him saying I just wanted to feel him inside me for a moment. He wanted it too as he soon started pressing into me. It wasn’t long until I was bouncing on his cock, moaning as he opened up my boyhole. He tried to get me to stop as he got close to cumming, but his cock felt too good and I didn’t want it to stop. As he reached the point of no return, he stopped fighting it and let his need to breed me take over. He shot his load deep inside me as I came all over his chest. After he dropped me off, I walked home in my pajamas feeling his massive cum load leaking out of my gaping boyhole.

Part 10; Having momentarily gone to the other side of the room, my Master returned. He still had his German army Boots on, put had lost the Leather waistcoat. He was now wearing two different things. A Gas-Mask, AND ... The Oxballs Fido Cock-Sheath, in RED! This Monster had a total of 8" insert-able length, and a Girth that ranged between 5.5" to 7.5" along the shaft. He slowly deflated the inflatable Dildo that had been buried deep inside my cunT now for I don't know how long, and placed the tip of the Cock-Sheath about an inch past my battered swollen cunT-lips. He took hold of my Harness, and slowly pushed in almost all the way. He then very slowly pulled almost all the way out. He fucked me like this, deep, and slow, completely stuffing my cunT. I was watching him in the mirror, and noticed he was looking down at his new dog shaft taking me how he wanted. He was grunting and growling inside his Gas-Mask, so I knew he was getting off on stretching my cunT to it's now new capaciTy. Then the Basement door opened, and down came Pete. And started talking, as my Dark Master continued to plow my now as of moments ago, POZ cunT! - Hey Jim mate. Been chatting to several guys online. We so far have 5 unmedicated poz fuckers coming over, 2 Tops, and 3 Versatile. Plus this cute neg twink who has fantasized the whole time whilst he was at Uni about being knocked up responded to the 'pozzing parTy' headline on my profile. He just moved to our City for his first job. I told him he has to be 100% certain this is what he wants, because once your front door closes behind him, He will not be allowed to leave. By the way, here is your phone, it's been pinging like a maniac with IM's coming through. - That sounds good Pete. Just put my phone down there. - How is my boy? *Pete quizzed* - My cunT is completely stuffed, and very sore. I'm happy! - OI, we forgetting something, it's 'Master' to you - I'm sorry, it is no longer possible to address you as Master anymore - What stupid game are you playing FAGGOT? My Dark Master let his huge Dog Dick release from my cunT, on what was the final out stroke for a small moment. He pushed me to the mattress so I was lying on my front, got my legs spread as wide as possible, lifted up my hips so my sweet 'Dark Master POZ ASS' was ready for the taking, put the tip of the Fido Cock-Sheath at my cunT and slid in, and as he did he lay right on top of me, which FORCED his Dog Dick to fully penetrated me, and the tip was now stabbing the end of my rectum .... - OOOHHHH FUUUUUUUUUHCC-Ck, Oh My GooHHd *My Master sure now had me grunting like the filthy little toxic pig that I am* - What the FUCK is going on here? *Quizzed my former Master, Pete* My Master just ignored him and began to impale my nasTy cunT with very short yet powerful aggressive thrusts, each one stabbing the end of my rectum and causing me to grunt. He took off his Gas-Mask, and propped up his torso by lifting up with his hands and forearms. He looked at Pete, saying nothing, just contorting his face, and snarling, whilst he continued to stab with his new Dog Dick. I could see this in the mirror, and, it was fucking HOT! ... He then stopped; - Pete, I now OWN this toxic fuck pig here - Well, I knocked him up, so, really, I'm his Master, his owner - That's not entirely accurate, as I can assure you, I am the one who knocked him up only moments ago - You could have only achieved that if you Bloo... Aaaaaah, I see. I get it now. I thought we were gonna slam him at the same time? - Well, yeah, that was the original plan. BUT, when I had his Beautiful neg cunt wrapped tightly around my nasTy fully blown Diseased DeaTh-sTick over your car bonnet, I knew then, it had to be me that became his rightful owner of this sexy filthy Fag-Pig-Dog! My Dark Master climbed off of me, and stood up. Pete leaned in and shook his hand; - Nice one Jim mate. You have proven yourself that between two nasTy dominanT dudes, you are the true ALPHA. He's yours!! ... Check your IM's. Must be about the pozzing parTy, I bet - Let's see. Aaaaaaah, yes ... So, out of the 97 unmedicated toxic pigs in the group, 23 have confirmed they'll be coming. Add that to the 5 Pete has found, that's 28 extra toxic loads you're gonna take tonight, pig My former Master Pete knelt down behind me, lifted me back onto all 4's, and stuck his toxic Fuck-weapon back in my poz cunT, and immediately fucked me like he hated me! - Oh Fuck YEAH, you nasTy FAGGOT. What was only this morning a tight neg cunT, is now loose, and POZ! ... You are one fucking nasTy pig! - Thank you Sir. Please cum in me again. PLEASE cum in me. He gave several hate thrusts, then withdrew, and knelt before my face ... - I enjoyed cumming in you earlier boy, when I thought I was knocking you up. But, I must save my toxic cum for the new neg twink that is on his way. And this time, I'll be making sure that he remains MINE. He then spat on and slapped my face. And looking deep into my eyes via his executioners hood, he smirked, and said; - You fucking nasTy AIDS whore! ... Jim, I'm going back upstairs for another Lager, and to see if we get any more bites, and I shall take your phone upstairs, so, there is signal for IM's to come through. - OK. Thanks Pete. The Basement Door closed, and my Dark Master came back over from his current transformation. Still with his German army Boots, and HUGE Fido Cock-Sheath, he was now also wearing; 'Devil Claws', Red latex gloves with Monster textured skin, covering his hands and forearms with sharp claws. Plus, he was now wearing a really scary looking 'Noble Were Wolf' Mask. He knelt behind me, and penetrated my sexy nasTy cunT. Unlike last time where he held onto my Harness, and very slowly slid all the way in and out, this time he instead held onto my waist and commenced a decent fuck rhythm! I looked in the mirror, and all I could see was this scary Monster and his wasted AIDS ass darting in and out, stretching my newly infecTed cunT ☣️☠️??

Part 5; Sex is not normally allowed in the shower area, but an incredible show was just about to be put on, so, I am sure the rules could be bent on this one occasion! We got to the shower area, and there were two showers free. We took the end one, where I at his command held onto the bit that held the shower head that was firmly in the wall. Some guys were showering, some were drying, and some were passing through to get to another part of the sauna. His voice boomed out; - May I have your attention please my fellow good Men? I am HIV+, I have the strain that I first became infected with in the late 80s, and the Cuban strain that I acquired more recently due to being a fucked up nasTy sex pig. Now this sexy handsome young Man wants something from me, don't you. - Yes Sir - Tell the good people what it is you want from me - I want you to infecT me with your poz cum Sir - You have been begging me to infecT you, haven't you boy - Yes Sir, and I will continue to beg for as long as it takes for you to give me what I want, and what I as a worthless FAGGOT deserve! Someone from the gathering crowd piped up; - Fuck YEAH, I gotta see this nasTy horny sh!t go down He took my towel away from me, revealing my pert tight high round ASS - Holy sh!t, I wish it was me that was knocking up that cutie! I suddenly felt his nasTy piece of AIDS-Meat slapping on my ASS cheeks - What's my viral load boy, remember? - Isn't it 13.3 Million copies, Sir - Yes boy, well done, but louder so everyone can hear you. What is Sir's viral load? - 13.3 Million Sir *I said , raising my voice* I think he was trying to humiliate me, which turned me on to no end. He turned to the crowd, which was building ... - So, are there any objections? I stood up straight to get a good look at everyone. And everyone seemed to be fully erect, most stroking their hard Dicks. I think everyone was excited to witness my life change! I suddenly caught the eye of another AIDS fucker, looking at my Sir with an evil looking smirk, as though to say, 'I know your game, because I play it too' ... He walked over, sporting his Bio-hazard tattoo on his left pec. He also was yellow, skinny, and gaunt. FUCK, did I pick the right day or whaT to come here. He re-positioned me to how I was before I stood up straight, stood to the side of me, parted my ASS cheeks; - Go on mate, fuck your boy. Do NOT make him wait any longer. I felt my AIDS God grab my hips, and penetrate me and begin fucking my eager begging to be pozzed, neg cunt. As he fucked he spanked my bubble cheeks. - Oh Fuck YEAH. Your cunT is feeling very warm and silky wrapped around my Death-weapon, and soon I am going to take full ownership of it, boy! - Fuck Sir, I have secretly waited years for this moment to cum, when a REAL Man would claim full ownership of me by giving me his DNA ~ I CANNOT wait! My AIDS God's soon to be partner in crime began to make himself fully present in our worlds from here on in; - I heard ALL of what you both said. The entire dialogue! Fucking NASTY mate! I am unmedicated too, and also have a super-infection. But I have Hep C, also. - I have Hep C too - Oh yeah, know your Genotype? Mine is 6! - Mine is 2! - GREAT! My HIV super-infection is subtype AE. Between the pair of us we've got plenty to keep his immune system very busy. - Join us in my private cabin when we are done here if ya like. - Fuckin' DONE mate! They are having this conversation whilst my Sir is fucking me, attention not even on me, just being used like some piece of Fuck-Meat, and I couldn't have asked for more, or been happier, although, I was about to get MUCH more! The new AIDS Daddy that had joined us pulled my cheeks apart ... 'Go on mate, infecT him .... INFEEEEECT HIIIIIIM' The second time he said it was really loud. MY AIDS God picked up his pace and it kept hitting my prostate each time he was in deep. And that was it, I started pumping my neg cum without my cock even being touched. I felt a powerful electrical surge rage through my body, as I hyperventilated, whimpered, and screamed in extreme poz-itive ecstasy. Now that my prostate had it's release, my cunt really began to feel the invasion on each thrust. It felt like I was being stretched by clouds and razor-blades at the same time, and I was fucking floating on them! A guy about 1 foot away from me, in a shower, kept pressing the water each time it stopped to keep himself wet, as he tugged on his Big Dick, looking at me, mouthing stuff like; 'Fucking AIDS whore', and 'Nasty Poz FAGGOT' with an intense evil grin. Then the momenT came where my life changed. - OH FUCK YEAH, I am about to inject my lethal poison into you. You ready boy? - YES. Knock me up Sir. Fucking own my soul Sir with your Demon seed! Then came about 15 seconds of intense, hard, demon power fucking, THEN, he started to cum, and when I say cum, he roared like something that didn't even sound Human. He really sank into my hips with his fingers. Through his roaring I could hear whoever was watching either grunt as they shot their load, clapping, or cheering. His filthy toxic sperm didn't have the usual wet and warm feeling. It felt wet, and ... HOT. It actually felt like it was burning. And I fully accepted it, as it bathed in my charged up cunT.

As a bottom being gang fucked is an amazing head space to be in. You know you are living the real life version of one of those porn films where 1 guy on the sports team gets topped by all the others. The range of fucking styles i amazing but the deep knowledge that your body and ass are getting these guys off as they openly share you and spray their manseed in the same hole is the mental high that makes the experience for me. I feel the same way every time i get a good long line of guys at a sex club using me. You have to really know that you are a piece of sexual livestock and embrace it and the pleasure rewards are infinite.

There are times when I want a lot of really anonymous sex. Going to the bathhouse and finding a fuck bench in a dark corner is perfect for me then. I just climb on the bench with my ass facing the door, and wait for the cocks to cum inside. The initial few fucks brings in a crowd, and that feeds my need to have sex in public, even though it is in almost total darkness. When the fun is over, I put in a butt plug to keep as much cum inside as possible. I make sure it is big enough to seal me tight, but not so big that I can't go walking around with it in my ass. It makes me feel like a total slut, and I like that. With anonymous sex like I had the other day, any man I meet later on could have been fucking me earlier, and that uncertainty turns me on.

I went to a pretty big bareback sex party this winter. It was in 2-bedroom hotel suite, and at its full capacity, there were easily 50-60 guys in the place. Picture a living room full of bags and clothes, piles of fresh towels for the tops, and moaning coming from each corner of the room. I was one of the 'designated' bottoms - getting there early, helping set up and I could spend the night there. Not much sleep of course. Party started at 8 PM. At 3 AM I was still getting pounded as the place started to empty out. There were some slower moments throughout the night, but for the most part, it was non-stop fucking. It was still the sluttiest, most thrilling experience I had so far. If things go well, your hole is not sore, it's just really open, wet and sloppy - exactly how most tops liked it. I didn't count how many loads, but I remember at least twenty or so guys/faces fucking me. If the tops are taking turns and fucking hard, you lose track of time easily after 10 minutes. It's a very deep and raw feeling - almost animalistic. Hard to explain fully. Whoever is fucking you also doesn't matter anymore. You just feel the cocks, one after the other. Some guys told me that's why they like blindfolds - something I might try next time. You feel degraded, slutty, objectified and you accept that you're basically just two holes on all fours for the night. I've been telling a lot of guys, tops and bottoms, that being a bareback cum dump bottom is like climbing a sexual Everest. I think it's one of the most masculine / raw / sexual thing you can experience, despite whatever names some guys might call you (slut or boy).

I had picked this guy up at a bar in Boston and taken him back to my hotel room. I went down on him and he began to finger my ass. "I want you to fuck me," I said. "Wait then," he said "let me get a condom." "Hey you don't need one. I take it raw." He hesitated a moment and I thought he was going to say okay. "No," he said, "I can't fuck without a condom." I couldn't persuade him that I really didn't care and he began to enter my ass with his rubbered up cock. Not being used to latex it felt as unpleasant as hell and within seconds I had ejected his cock and was sucking it again. As I sucked I oulled the rubber off and continued to go down on him. H e moaned and lay back on the bed. When I felt his cock was nicely lubed up with my spit and hard as a rock I climbed up and positioned my butthole right over the cockhead looking right into his eyes. I watched them widen as my hole began to envelop his throbbing dick. I could tell in his eyes that he knew now that he was going to bareback fuck me and even more as my ass lowered myself down upon his fuckstick that he really wanted to do it. I totally engulfed his entire cock into my chasing butt up to his balls and he threw me on my back and began to pump away as if he hadn't cum in quite a long time. "Yeah man, give it to me!" i panted in his ear although I reamined discreet about what "it" might be. " Yeah yeah oh god" he moaned as I could feel his cock throb and then begin to empty into my horny gut! When he was finished he lay on his back and began his "confession." he hadn't barebacked a guy since he had been diagnosed POZ about nine months earlier. He had thought about doing it but never had. He asked my status. "Well I was neg, " I said and could see the look on his face "But I have been taking POZ loads for quite a while now, quite a few this summer so I expect that my status has changed>" I could see he relaxed a little. As it turned out my status hasn't changed despite him or despite some high viral loads I took subsequently to my experience with him but the wonderful experience of staring into his eyes as first he realized he was going to fuck me raw and then he realized how much he wanted to do so never fails to get me hard as a rock.