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Chapter four. Sam & Roger - Part 2 I walked into the darkroom and it took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I could hear the tell tale slapping sounds of flesh against flesh of a couple of guys fucking a few feet away, and next thing, a hand reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me into the chest of the man I had been pursuing. "You've been following me, haven't you?" The man asked, leaning in closer and whispering it into my ear, kind of stumping me for a second. I felt a lump in my throat, and replied back into his, in the same fashion "Yes, you got my attention when I was in the hot tub". He let out a low murmur of appreciation. Like a little growl. It sounded hungry and animalistic. "What are you looking for today?" He asked. "I came to get fucked.... pretty much" I replied. He squeezed my nipple - HARD - and twisted it slightly, and I moaned with the pleasure and pain it caused. He then kissed me passionately, aggressively even, jamming his tongue in my mouth, wrestling it with mine, and he began sucking on my tongue, then I did the same back to him, feeling horny as fuck and running my hands all over his burly chest. "I think we should go to a room. I'd prefer to get a better view, if you know what I mean" he said, and pulled me away from the darkness, and we began walking down towards the private rooms. We went into one of the larger rooms, which had a queen sized bed, covered in vinyl, and as soon as we were in with the door closed, he pinned me against the wall, embracing me and kissing me again, with the same passionate fire. I was awestruck with how assertive this guy was, as usually I would be the dominant guy, regardless of whether I was topping or bottoming. If I was getting fucked, normally I'd be something of a power bottom. I called the shots, so to speak. If I was fucking another guy, then I could even be quite aggressive, even just a tad sadistic. Stretching out those boy-pussies with my cock and watching the bottoms squirm and squeal and whimper and moan, sometimes even hurting them just a little. That irresistible ache that feels like a slight burn when you're getting fucked and your hole is still adjusting to the size of the invading cock and you haven't quite fully relaxed yet. That feeling that after a while becomes so addictive to a bottom. Yeah, I won't just fuck you gently. I don't mind that, but I'm not always interested in making love like that. I wanna fuck. So, I won't just fuck your hole.... I'll destroy it. No one ever complains in the end, because, even if you moan or protest, or even cry..... You know you want it. So yeah. I was pretty set on that wavelength for quite a few years. But this guy was clearly in control. It was like he was Tarzan and I was Jane. Hell, I could have been not much more than a piece of meat to him. Almost. He had natural charisma, and some good moves, and boy, he knew what he was doing. It both intimidated and excited me. He turned me around, holding me in his embrace, and then loosened his hold and pushed me backwards with his hands on my chest, pushing me onto the bed. "Wait here. Don't leave. I'm gonna go to my locker and get some of my gear." And with that, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I did as I was told, waiting patiently for about 3-4 minutes, when he returned with a smallish denim duffel bag, the sort of which you might take with you when you go camping or carry sports gear to a match in. He opened the bag on the bed and pulled out a few toys and bits and pieces. First was a blindfold, then a bottle of poppers, a butt plug, some bondage rope, a flogger, and a used, stained jock strap that smelled of piss. He balled up the jock in his fist, and grabbed one of the bundles of rope, and kind of let out a low growl, coming up to me, saying "You're going to make this easy. And I'm going to make sure you can't resist now. Open your mouth, slut. Trust me, you want this. If you want my cock, that is....." Goddamn. Here this stud was, bigger and more muscular than me and more comfortable with himself than just about anyone else I had ever encountered before, and.... the fucker was beating me at my own game. I was fucking staring to feel emasculated by him, even a little worried. What was he going to do with me? How far was this bull going to go? Was I about to get raped?! And yet, despite the sudden rush of anxiety, and these thoughts swarming my mind uncontrollably, I was turned on beyond belief. This man who was going to fuck me, and no doubt completely fuck my brains out, rather than a quick pump n dump or a gentle inner massage, he seemed like he was gonna wreck my insides. And I was starting to feel it. The tingling hunger in my hole for his cock. I think if I was going through with this, if I was going to submit to anyone, this is the guy, at this very moment. Almost like he could read my mind, I think he could see the bit of fear in my eyes.... he stopped for a second and said "Look. Make this easy for us both and do as you're told, bitch. You told me you wanted to get fucked. You perused this, you hunted me down, like a thirsty slut. You led me on. So, I'm going to give you the fuck you know deep down that you really want. I don't want to have to, but if you're gonna be a fighty cunt, then a cunt is exactly what I'm gonna turn you into. I'll leave you tied up here, just a hole for any of the men to use however they want. Or, you can play ball like a nice boy, and you'll get rewards....I think you know what I mean, and I'm damn sure you want my cock inside you, don't you?" I nodded. I was losing my resistance and inhibitions completely as he spoke in the authoritarian, masterful dominant tone. Not abusive or cruel as such, but very clearly in control and in command, and not to be messed with, or he would dish out some trouble that I knew I probably wouldn't enjoy as much. It didn't come naturally, but I knew full well what I would be experiencing now, today, was submission. "Alright then. Open your mouth." I did as I was told, and the bull shoved the balled up jock strap, which was at one time soaked in piss which had since dried up, and was encrusted with cum, straight in my mouth, and told me to bite down gently on it. He then secured the jock with a bit of rope, wrapping it around the fabric that was protruding from my clenched teeth, around the back of my head. He went around a few times, and tied it in a knot behind my head. "Perfect." He said. Then he kissed me on the forehead, in a kind of reassuring way. It was the most gentle thing he had done to me so far, and it actually felt kind of nice. Warm. Loving, almost. He then retrieved the blindfold and placed it over my eyes, it wasn't one of those sleeping ones with the elastic strap, it was more like a bandana or something, a soft piece of fabric, like satin, which he tied tightly around the back of my head also. He chuckled "Righto. Now we're getting there. You're nearly ready, slut. You're gonna love this, I promise." The next thing I heard a bottle being opened, and I felt his body heat as he was right behind me, his chest behind my back, while we both sat upright on the bed, and it felt so comforting feeling that heat radiate between us. I then felt a finger press gently against my left nostril, closing the opening, and the bottle of poppers was pressed gently to my right nostril. "Take a couple of deep breaths, and then we'll repeat in the other nostril", he said. Which I did. I knew the poppers would help me completely relax, so I went for it and felt that amazing, glowing warm rush flow through me. He then pushed me gently forward, causing me to lean into an all fours position, and I felt his tongue drool some saliva right where my tailbone was. He let out a low growl of hunger again, taking a second to watch his bead of spit drip down my crack, towards my hole. He then dove his head down, in between my asscheeks, and ran his tongue over my hole, in a big long slow stroke. He then did it again, starting from the end of my scrotum, up towards my tailbone. I couldn't help but moan out in blissful pleasure this time, it just felt so damn good. He then started tongue fucking my hole, and I gasped, and moaned some more. "Feel good, huh?" He chuckled, spanking my butt with one of his big, powerful hands. "Shit, boy, their ain't gonna be no angels where you're going......" He then dove back in, eating my ass like a man possessed, or a hungry animal of some kind, licking, spitting, blowing on my hole, and biting down on my cheeks, and spanking each of them, getting whimpers, gasps and moans out of me in response. "You know you wanna get fucked, don't ya, slut? I'm going to make you my whore." *SPANK!* He kept up the dirty talk in between his masterful tongueing of my most private parts, pulling my cock through, in between my legs, and licking, sucking, kissing, and even pinching or nibbling on it, alternating his attention between my ass, my cock and my balls. I was feeling so used, and slutty, and I was absolutely loving it. "This cock is gonna fuck your little ass better than you know..... gonna make you useless for any other man.... bitch..... slut.... gonna be my cumdump..... breed that fuck hole full of my dirty jizz"..... *growl* He then even started snorting like a pig. *SPANK!* "Fuck yeah. Daddy's little cumdump whore. I can't wait to felch my juice out of your cunt and snowball it back to you, slut." He then got up, and I felt the slightest rush of cooler air across my ass as he distanced himself from me, then he spit on my hole....fingering it ever so slightly inside me. "That's all the lube you're getting from me." It hurt a little, but my hole was super relaxed from the hits of poppers and the amazing rimming, let alone that I had already been fucked once today. I just moaned, as he pushed his finger in farther, moving it around, rubbing the lining of my ass. He then pulled it out sharply. I heard a sniff. Then he put his finger under my nose. "What's this, then? Been a naughty cunt, eh? Been bred already? Another man's cum in my whore's hole, and you didn't tell me.... ....guess you really won't need lube anyway." I heard him disrobe from his towel, and it landing on the floor. He pressed the bottle of poppers to each of my nostrils again, this time making me take more hits, like a ritual. Then I felt him pressing the head of his cock against my hole. It didn't take much. Just the slightest bit of pressure, and I pushed back ever so gently. That was just the head. Then he pulled out again. He flicked his cock head against my hole, up and down, and then back and forth, then up and down and around, making little circles, teasing my hole, entering just by a few millimeters and then pulling out again. This was driving me nuts, not only did it feel amazing, but the teasing was making me ache to get him inside me. I started rocking my hips, and arching my back. He chuckled when he noticed. "You're a natural, huh? Haha. Just, settle down, faggot. It's coming soon enough." Then he rammed his cock in, all 9 inches of it, straight up my hole, balls deep in a brutal thrust that made me scream. Then, just as quickly, he ripped his cock right out of me. Then did the same again, without waiting for me to be ready. "Told you I was going to ruin you." Rammed in. My responses were all being muffled by the filthy jock that was bound in my mouth. "MMMMMFP". Pulled out violently. "Faggot." Rammed in again. "Mmmmmffff" Pulled all the way out again. "Whore." Same again. In and out. In and out. "Slut." He spanked my ass a few times, then he got up off the bed, and asked "Lie down flat on your stomach". Which I did. He grabbed my legs, and simultaneously swung me around and turned me on to my back, so that my legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, and my ass was right on the corner. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pressed his cock against my hole. Just held it there, and let me breathe and relax. It didn't take long. As soon as I was breathing slowly and calmly, he pushed in, really slow and gentle this time. And it felt sooooo fucking good, I shed a tear and moaned in ecstasy. "Awww, baby.... starting to learn about what your pussy is really for?" He said, in an almost mocking tone, but still, somehow affectionate. "That's cute." He kept rocking his hips, slowly grinding his tool into my fuck chute. "Fuck, your hole is amazing". "Are you ready yet for another load?" I nodded. "I have something to show you." He pushed his throbbing member all the way in to me, putting an intense amount of pressure against my bladder. It hurt a little. He leaned over me and removed the blindfold. I gasped when he did. After blinking a couple of times, adjusting my eyes to more light, I had a clearer view of my top. "Look towards my pubic bone, slut. I hope you like what you see." I pushed my torso up slightly, resting on my elbows, so I could adjust my line of sight and looked at the man's crotch. I saw something that kind of shocked me a little. It had been obscured from view before by his towel. Just under his waist line, where his stubble from a shaved pubic bush began, I saw a tattoo of a scorpion. It had a red drip of blood dripping down from the tip of it's stinger. I knew what it meant. This man, who now had been brutally fucking my hole, like he wanted to rip it to shreds, and was still buried inside me, was HIV positive. And he was fucking me raw. He handed me the bottle of poppers and said "Take a few more hits". I did, 3 more in each nostril. While I did this, he withdrew his cock from my ass, and started fingering me again, only this time, seemingly determined to stretch my outer ring as much as possible. Starting with one finger, but quickly adding more, until he was up to four inside me, moving them around. He then used two fingers from each hand, and pulled each side of my hole open, and some of my ass juices and the cum that was already in there started slowly leaking out. He then put a couple of fingers inside me, saying "This might sting a little." I felt him start to scratch my insides! And I moaned in pain, as it hurt like hell. He wouldn't stop through, fingering me as roughly as he could, and doing his best to tear the inside of my ass. He withdrew his fingers, then brought his hands around the back of my head. He untied the jock strap makeshift gag, and then removed it, throwing it on the floor. He then grabbed my lower jaw with his hand, and spat on my face. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out." I did, and he spit in my mouth, then kissed me passionately, and we both moaned in pleasure together." When he stopped, I asked "Are you poz?". He stopped and stared at me. "Yes. And you're going to get my gift. I think that deep down, you need it. Whether or not you realise it yet...." He put a couple of fingers back in me, and dragged his fingernails down through the lining of my ass, and I wailed out in pain. "Aaaaaah, it hurts...." "Necessary." That's all he said. Then after a couple more minutes of roughly finger fucking my hole, he pulled them out, and showed them to me. Two fingers, covered in blood from my ruined ass. "Better lube than that branded shit." He said. "Lie back down. Daddy wants to breed you now." I took another hit of poppers, quickly then passed him the bottle, and laid down on my back. He pushed his cock back into my hole, roughly, and started spitting on me. "Fuckin SLUT" He then increased his pace, getting more and more forceful and urgent, and then.... holding kind of still all of a sudden "Here it comes..... aaaaaah, fuuuuuuck! Yeah! Take my fuckin dirty cum, bitch!" And his cock spewed rope after rope of his toxic cum deep inside me, us both breathing and panting heavily, his body heaving from the orgasm, and he finally relaxed, and laid down, on top of me, his cock slowly softening in my now destroyed ass. "Gonna be round two, soon. That was fuckin excellent, though." He panted, his head resting on my shoulder. I turned my head to his and kissed him gently, and he kissed me back.

Chapter 55; *Uncle Jim's DirTy load up my cunT* - What are you doing there Sir? Are you planning to inject and infecT me with HIV? - Eh!? ... I thought you were already Poz pig!? - No Sir, I am NEG with no other STI's either. - That's a big shame, I've a syringe full of top quality corrupt DNA here. As he said that last sentence he gestured the potential blood SLAM by slightly twisting his syringe holding wrist up and down in my direction. I was excited and becoming aroused to receive my fourth blood SLAM (the first being on the warehouse stage at my parTy) from this depraved twisTed Top. I was also becoming really turned on that we were both now pretending that I am NEG with our Neg-Poz role play which came to us all so very easily. He came over to me and started to tap for a vein. Once a bulging vein was located he slipped in the dirTy needle, held his very steady hand still and looked up at me with a full on intense look. I could tell our Neg-Poz role play was driving him crazy, but he knew he had to contain himself and his steady hand for the imminent moment. - What are you doing Sir? ... I told you I am NEG! - You haven't at any poinT said STOP, which I have interpreted as you seeking to get knocked up. Just like a little while ago we exchanged mutual glances of two highly infectious poz PiGs in heaT before he went to focus in on recharging me up. Looking at my arm his third and final pure blood slam of our private one on one parTy and play session rushed around my body as it was slowly pushed in. Again I watched intently as his toxic DNA entered me, trying very hard to keep still as just like last time I felt myself becoming highly aroused ... The needle came out, and he pressed down. And AGAIN I instantly became insanely aroused with the exact same reaction as last time; My eyes began to roll into the back of my head, I began to groan very loudly, I took a super firm grip of the sling using both hands, and then my loud groans turned into a combined stunted whimpering and hyperventilating. This entire process of my bizarre reaction again like last time lasted for several minutes. Uncle Jim knew the second time this was now happening that I was merely in a heightened state of arousal. This time concern was not needed nor given, and instead Jim came to the foot of the sling, slid his thin yet long 11" serpent 🐍 tatted poz Dick deep inside of my battered destroyed cunt, and forcefully fucked me with long and hard fast paced strokes as he poured out a constant tirade of Neg-Poz rolelay verbal on a loop; - Fuck YEAH, take my unprotected poz dick faGGot ... TAKE IT ... Open up that warm wet NEG cunT, c'mon pig, open it wide and get ready to accept my med resistant detectable virus nice and deep in your guts ... No condoms and no pulling out here boy ... He spoke like this and relentlessly fucked me during the several minutes I was psychologically reacting on a physical level to the latest blood SLAM. Despite my intense reaction I could still hear what Uncle Jim was saying which turned me on even more. Once my reaction had settled I was able to regain my focus and looked up at the man who was pounding away at me. All I could see was this animal lust which at this moment I could not get enough of. I kept with the theme of our Neg-Poz role play; - Fucking infecT me Sir. Knock me up. - InfecT you with what faGGot. - Your med resistant HIV. Let me have it. He suddenly out of nowhere stopped fucking me, and like he had already done this morning leaned in over my torso bringing his gaunt yellow face close to mine. We stared intensely into each others eyes for a few minutes where he gently rocked his hips back and forth as he remained balls deep with his 11" of poz dick meat. - So you want me to make you HIV positive? - Yes Sir. Breed my slutty NEG cunT. - You do realise I have Gonorrhoea too which dramatically increases the risk of HIV transmission. If I cum in you, you will become infecTed. I responded with moans of pleasure as his hips continued a slow rocking motion with his beautiful serpent tatted poz dick remaining fully impaled. - I have Hep C too, and I'd say with your wounded cunT from all the FFist Fucking we have done this morning, you really will be guaranteed to get both of my viruses. Guaranteed! His nasTy Neg-Poz role play talk again left me only able to respond with moans of pleasure. He leaned in towards me even more and now began to slowly lick my neck. Fuck, that was too much for me to take; - Give me AIDS. Both the rocking of his hips and the licking of my neck both stopped, and he brought his face back in line with mine, bored deeply into my eyes with his eyes, and very firmly said; - You say that once more, and you are gonna fucking get it! I suddenly felt myself completely submit in a way I had never experienced before. This feeling was followed with a few short sharp pants of my breath, and then ... - Give me AIDS ... Sir He gave me a real twisTed smirk filled with an intense depravity, brought his body up a little way from mine, spat on my face a few times, then brought his body upright, took hold of the sling chains, and without even a seconds notice commenced a violent hate fuck upon my poz cunT, and in about a short 30 seconds his breathing had become erratic, with his fucking changing to a pace that a Top does when he is seconds from unloading. He slammed his dick in deep and held it there, I felt it twitch, and then he began to roar like a wild animal. Every few seconds he'd release the tension in his hips then tense them up again giving out a short hard thrust each time his toxic cum blew inside of me. Once spent he lay on top of me and we kissed passionately as our sweaty bodies slid over each other.

Chapter 56; *Ayan's call* Uncle Jim climbed off of me, his serpent dick sliding out of my now without question, highly charged poz cunT. He prompted me to get out of the sling and kneel before him, but I was too trashed to move properly, so he helped me out and guided me to the kneeling position. He looked down at me as I looked up at him with his hands behind his head and feet hip width apart, standing strong above the new poz pig in town; - I can see on my dick, your cunT juice, your cunT blood, my poz cum and what must be poz cum from various guys at lastnight's warehouse parTy, and my Gono pus too. Lick my serpent dick clean you dirTy pig. I took hold of his long dick which was still fully erect, and started licking up and down and around his shaft. Every now and again I would put his serpent dick in my mouth and suck for several seconds before resuming licking him clean again. Throughout my licking and sucking he'd sometimes grunt and groan as I eagerly ate the evidence of where he had been; - You are very good at that pig, you're a complete natural. And fuck, what about that Neg-Poz role play, that was fucking hoT. As I continued licking I looked up at him with eager puppy eyes and nodded in agreement. Once he was clean he had a carnal need to get irTy again, so he instructed me to stay where I was and that he'd be back in a bit. A short while later he came back, and carried me out of his play room and into his bedroom. Time to go to bed for some sleep? Not just yet! He had laid out a large towel and positioned me on it on all 4's in a diagonal position to a large free standing mirror, and made me look at my reflection. I could not quite see the ''S6AT6A6N's WHORE'' written on my chest, but I could see the 6-6-6 written on my forehead, my new nasal septum piercing ring, and my round ass cheeks clearly. I noticed that my complexion was now of a pale/grey appearance, and that I looked really wired. Well, I was still really high on meTh. For the next four hours he alternated between FFisting me with both his forearms, almost up to his elbows now, one arm up to the shoulder, fucking me with that 11" toxic serpent dick of his, and punch FFisting me as well. It was really intense to watch him via the mirror as my destroyed cunT received a further hard battering. At the end of the four hours the final punch FFist came at me; - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ... Now push it out, c'mon pig push out your cunT, c'mon, bloom for your Uncle Jim. I pushed and pushed and ... Out fell my big juicy, ridged, velvety, warm and wet prolapse. And an explosion of cum came with it landing on the towel. But it seemed nothing went to waste in this household as Jim promptly scooped it up, and rubbed it deeply in to my inside out cunT. He told me to keep it pushed out, then wandered off to his bedside cabinet; - Fuck, it's already midday. I think it might be a good idea to call Ayan and see if he can let you have a few days off. There is no way you are going to be in a fit state for work tomorrow. - No it is okay. If I can get home sometime this afternoon I can sleep this evening and then all day Sunday then go to work on Monday. - But today IS Sunday. - Wha'? I've lost a day!? - Seems like it pig *He said in a cocky tone* He brought his phone with him over to where I was on all fours, sat by me, dialed Ayan's number, then started to play with my prolapse, stroking and rubbing it as he was waiting for Ayan to pick up. - Hello. - Hey Ayan buddy, it's Jim. - Hey Jim, how you doing? - I'm doing very well thanks. How are you yourself? - Yes, I'm very good also. Todd seems to have suddenly developed a niggling chesty cough. But he is fine. - Sorry to hear that. I hope he'll be okay. Thanks for the parTy lastnight by the way. One of if not the best one so far. I've still got that slutty English pig at my home too. - Is he awake yet? I bet he must be out for the count. - He hasn't been to sleep yet, well, not properly. He did seem to be drifting in and out of consciousness for a while back there in the sling. - You've been playing with him all night. He must be totally wired. - Well, not just playing, parTying too. - Some more broTherhood shots eh!? - Well not exactly. I've given him one meTh SLAM, and three more pure blood SLAMS, alongside FFisting him for most of the night. Even got some Neg-Poz role play into the mix too. - Jim you wild nasTy pig. And three more pure blood SLAMS .... FUCK. But you had the highest viral load out of anyone at the parTy lastnight. -Yeah, think I may have contributed to raising his own viral load. They both laughed. - Listen, the main reason why I am calling you is, he indeed is very wired, and wondered if you could do without him at the office for a few days, give him time to recover a bit. - Actually, I just emailed him a little while ago to tell him to take two weeks off, and to return to work on Monday, two weeks from tomorrow. - Ahh, Great, I'll let him know that. I'm just rubbing his prolapse now, and want to cum on it, then I'll send him for some sleep. - Okay Jim, you dirTy dawg. Catch you later. They both said bye to one another with Uncle Jim kneeling behind me and spreading his Gono pus all over my meaty velvety prolapse before he began to masturbate over it. We looked at each other through the reflection in the mirror with his eyes full of greedy animalistic lust. I knew he was going to cum, and soon by the way his breathing was quickly becoming rapid and the way his body was already tensing up. I was so hoping he would be cumming over my flopped out cunT, especially as I was increasingly feeling submissive towards this man. I think his corrupt DNA must be working it's magic! 😈 I was right that he would be cumming soon as he started to roar and I saw the first handful of sprays of poz cum as they squirted all over my prolapse. Once he finished cumming he pushed my cunT back in, picked me up and carried me over to his bed, laying me on another large towel. This fucker was very well prepared. Still horny and still with a rock hard poz serpent dick he climbed on top of me, slid deep inside of me, and slowly fucked me, kissing me and stroking me for at least another hour where he then came inside of me AGAIN! He plugged up my huge gaping cunT with the biggest butt plug he could find in his collection, and told me to try and get some sleep. I do not know how I could as I was so wired, yet, I was also extremely exhausted, so at least laying down with my eyes closed was more than welcomed. I actually did end up sleeping the entire day albeit drifting in and out. Sunday evening Uncle Jim fed and watered me, then drove me home where I slept right through to Monday night except for piss and drink breaks. For the rest of the week my body and mind slowly processed recent events with lots of sleeping in between, a stray message from my boyfriend Lew back at home saying he misses me, and a few social tea and cake visits from my neighbour Ramon whom I knew to be a poz chaser albeit his hyperspermia poz bull husband Edward didn't want him to convert. I could feel an energy growing inside of me with the desire to give Ramon what he has been craving all this time! Would I be gifTing the neighbour?~ Keeping Uncle Chad's memory alive. On the Friday of my first week off the sexual health clinic called me out of the blue, telling me that the Doctor wanted to make an urgent appointment to see me, and a date for this coming Monday afternoon was set. What did they want?

Chapter 54; *GifTed with another Blood SLAM 💉* I had now been FFisted for six hours solid, with a small interlude at the half way mark where I had received a slam of meTh which saw the second half of our FFisting session become really intense with my cunT being completely and totally destroyed as I relentlessly BEGGED for another pure blood slam. Most of the second half of our FFisting session was also spent with our eyes fixed on one another. At this poinT of our parTy and Play he was once again shoulder deep inside my piggy guts, repetitively pulling out just past his elbow and back to being shoulder deep again. Shoulder Deep had been going on for about 10 minutes and I was now completely frantic to have his filth pumped into me, so I again took to BEGGING for what I needed, for what I craved; - Sir, PLEASE, I cannot wait any longer. I really do NEED both your med resistant HIV and HEP C viruses. I NEED them to completely control me, to completely consume me, exploding deep inside of me as my body surrenders to your ever growing powerful force of corrupt DNA. PLEASE Sir, give me your t☢️xic filth. PLEASE. I am BEGGING you. Charge me up. Show this nasTy poz pig your darkest demon! His face suddenly went from a horny piggy lust expression to a straight blank stare. Oh fuck, I think I was about to get what I had been begging for. He pulled his arm completely out, and without any prompting I pushed out my brand new hanging prolapse. He stood up, cupped his balls massaging his perineum area until a whole load of Gono pus flowed out to which he grunted in pain. With the Gono pus that he had just coaxed out now leaking down his Serpent tatted shaft he began to bang his fully erect 11" Dick of Death on my prolapse, also wiping it back and forth ensuring his Gono was also being transferred onto me. He pushed my prolapse back in and in no time was back to masturbating inside of my destroyed wrecked cunT. It felt so fucking great having him wank off inside of me, using me as nothing more than a mere flesh-light. Just like he did earlier when he was doing this he leaned over bringing his yellow gaunt face close to my face, again a mutual fixed gaze, but this time he was looking animalistic. I now knew he was about to get really fucking nasTy with me, and I could not wait; - Just so we are very clear here, you want me to inject you directly into your bloodstream with my med resistant HIV virus, and my Hep C virus. - Yes Sir. Again he straightened upright, continuing to slowly masturbate inside of me; - Then if that is what you want, I want to hear you say it just like that. Make it very clear to me. - PLEASE inject me directly into my bloodstream with your med resistant HIV and your Hep C, Sir. 😈😈 As soon as I said that he removed his hand from my cunT, but left his Dick of Death in there, grabbed onto the sling chains and bam, he finally started to fuck me properly, and at a decent firm moderate pace too. He gave me a knowing wink as though to say *let's fuck as real men should pig*. As much as I loved the 45 to 90 second pump and dump routine at my parTy lastnight this right here right now beat all of it, an unhurried fuck. Perfect. And he had stamina, however having now fucked me at this consistent pace for a good half an hour non stop he suddenly abruptly stopped and pulled out; - No no no no no no, I must stop. - Eh, what's up Uncle Jim? - I almost came, and I want to last longer. Right, I think you have rightfully earned your special gifT. He again winked at me which I returned with a huge big beaming smile, because I knew what he had meant. He attached a tourniquet to one of his arms and one of mine, and once again drew a syringe full of blood from his system. He then immediately poinTed the dirTy needle at one of my bulging veins and slowly slid it in. Holding very steady he looked up at me with that yellow gaunt face of his boring deep into my inner being; - You do realise there is med resistant HIV in this syringe? - Yes Sir, I do. - And Hep C. - Yes Sir, I fully understand. - You fucking nasTy cunT. We exchanged a brief mutual look of two highly infectious poz PiGs in heaT before he went to focus in on the task in hand. And slowly his t☢️xic filth went in, and I watched intently trying to keep still as I felt myself become highly aroused ... The needle came out, and he pressed down. It was at this poinT in time I became insanely aroused. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head, I began to groan very loudly, I took a super firm grip of the sling using both hands, and then my loud groans turned into a combined stunted whimpering and hyperventilating. - Steven, are you okay? Jim was concerned to how I was reacting. Was he going into some kind of shock he thought. No, that cannot be, he has already taken two pure blood slams from me, the first one over half a day ago at the parTy. After several minutes I settled down, looked at Jim and simply had the most massive smile from ear to ear. I was flying off of my tits on meTh, and was really getting off on being used, trashed, and infecTed with everything out there. I had changed and in a big way; I remember when I arrived in the USA 5 weeks ago and met my boss Ayan for the first time we had this conversation; - Well, firstly, no one is going to plant their seed inside of me as no one fucks me. I'm a TOTAL Top. And if someone were to fuck me, it would be with protection. - So you must be NEG then? - Yes, I am. All that stuff has always really scared me. Only a short while ago I was claiming I am a total Top (well, I still am, just not at the moment), and that if anyone were to fuck me it would be with protection only, and that the consequences of risky sex had always really frightened me. Yet here I was, in a completely different mindset compared to 5 small weeks ago. When Jim saw my huge beaming smile he pressed me; - What happened then Steven? - Sorry Sir, I just became extremely highly aroused just at the mere thought of your nasTy toxic filth rushing around my body. I watched it go in. Fuck, that was super intense. - Fuuuuck, you are so wonderfully nasTy pig, it really makes you so fucking sexy as hell. Maybe next time I SLAM you, you could pretend to be NEG? - Fuck YES SIR, that would be amazingly hoT. During my super heightened state of arousal Uncle Jim had removed both of our tourniquets. No sooner had we had exchanged words in regards to doing some Neg-Poz role play both the tourniquets went back on. FUCK YEAH, we were going to do it right now. Shit, now he really was charging me up, big time. He got a new syringe and needle, and once again obtained a whole syringe full of his super charged toxic blood from his system. Fuck, I could not wait to have even more of his toxic DNA pumping through my veins.

Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

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

It was close to the 4th of July and I really had no plans for the weekend so I decided to call up the local gay camp ground and made reservations for the weekend and booked a camping spot. Once the reservations were made I went around packing up my camping gear as well as plenty of lube poppers and my gear and some toys to take with me in hopes of having some fun. Once everything was packed up I got into my Jeep and started the drive to hopefully a fun weekend. A little about me. My new is Jonas I'm 19 and a freshman in college. I was on the highschool weight lifting team and it gave my 6 foot body a very strong definition of muscle. I have long black hair that fell to my back that I kept tied when training and competing and deep brown eyes. In the locker room I always got whistles from the other guys on the team because they all were jealous at my muscles ass and 8 inch cock swinging as I walked by. Many of my teammates didn't know unless they told each other but I have been fucked and fucked every member of the team all through highschool and they were all nervous it might get out. I always assured them I wouldn't say a word and it always calmed them. Now in college I have made it a point to have as much bare sex as I could because I wanted to start my new life with a new change. I wanted to be HIV+. I know that is a weird for a young man to want but I have wanted it for so long now. I have read many stories on how it has changed so many lives and how happier those who willing get pozzed to be free of wanting to not use condoms and love the natural feeling of bareback sex and I want to be as free. I got to the campground and paid for my site and started to set up my tent and get everything ready for the weekend. I went on Grindr adam4adam and a few more of the sites and aps I'm on letting as many guys as I could that I was there and accepting any and all loads they have no questions asked and bareback only. U got a few responses quickly from guys who were already there and those who said they will be there for the weekend. I responded to all of the and let them know my campsite number and told them I am ready for anything just let me know. I took out my sluttiest pair of underwear with the back removed so anyone could have access to my ass if wanted and walked around the grounds. I got a lot of looks by anyone passing me and a few walked up to me and probbed my all and felt my cock in the pouch. I was loving the attention from everyone. I started to make out with the closest guy to me and was trying to get my tounge as far as I could down his throat I didn't notice the cock probbing my hole until it forced its way to the root in my ass. I moaned loudly into the mouth of the guy I was kissing and it felt awesome. I stood there in such a glow feeling my tounge getting massaged by one guy and my ass being plowed by another. I came up for breath from his mouth and bent down to suck his cock and give the top who was pounding my ass by now a better angle. I didn't want this to end but I felt the familiar feeling of both cocks getting harder and I knew I was about to get wahat I wanted. Both guys grunted and shoved in hard and came at the same time. I slurped as much cum as I could from the guys cock and squeezed my ass hard to milk out the load in my ass. Once both guys were soft they pulled out my my holes making a popping sound from my ass and an empty feeling that needed to be fixed. I looked at both of my first fucks and saw they were guys I knew from the college weight lifting team. I looked like a deer in headlights to them and they said don't worry we both thought you were hot when we saw you after practice and when we saw that you posted you were here on Grindr we made sure that we would find you. I smiled at both of them and kissed both of them deeply before going our separate ways for now. I reached back at my ass and felt the stream of cum coming out of it and made sure to get every drop from my ass to my mouth. I looked at the direction my new teammates took and saw they were walking towards a uv light that was set up for the party for tonight and was shocked to see bright red uv tattoos on their asses of biohazard symbols and I was excited to know that I was going to get more than fireworks this weekend.

so im bi-curious and only bottomed once and loved it. that was a few weeks ago and i overhead one of my gay friends say i had a nice ass, I've known this guy for a few years since he was friends with my ex gf. we were at a party at his house and everyone left. he asked if i needed a taxi to go home. i was really direct and said but i did hear you think i have a nice ass. he was tipsy too and said "what can i say, im a gay guy but would never try to pull anything on you." i said "well i've only bottomed once before and loved it." he said "bro you gotta be kidding me i had no idea lol." and i got kinda too aggressive and pulled my pants down saying "what if i wanted you to stick your dick up my ass?" he was so shocked and said "omg yes lets get you cleaned out and get you ready. you're gonna love this." he was still so surprised and said "fuck i cant believe this is happening." i got ready and then took him to a bedroom, slid down my pants and said "this is where you dick is going. and i want it bare too." i bent over the bed for him and said im ready. then i felt his rock hard dick trying to slide in me. i said "babe its almost in, you got this!" and then i felt it......his bare dick went all the way up my ass and i got such an adrenaline/dopamine rush from it. having my good gay friend's dick up my ass was sensational. he told me my ass felt amazing which turned me on so much. honestly i felt kinda closer to him because he was so nice and gentle with me. but what really got me excited as fuck was when he said he was about to cum inside me. i was like "holy fuck babe cum in my ass i want it so bad" and then i felt his dick throbbing and swelling inside me. it actually opened my ass up a little wider and all i could say to myself was "fuck yes my gay friend is cumming in my ass and i fucking love it." he said hes down to do it again next week and i asked him "are you sure i didn't make things weird for us" and he said "fuck no are you kidding? that was awesome. i never could've imagined you'd be into this. your ass is so nice and tight i can't wait to stick it inside you again," is it rare the a guy like me could love the feeling so much when it's only his second time? i mean it barely hurt at all and made me feel so hot to be doing it.

First time I watch a clip, it's all about the action and what's going on, but then I'll begin to notice details in the background of images. Particularly enjoy it when it is filmed in someone's house or room and you can see their personal stuff lying around, rather than a empty tidy anodyne hotel room. These details give little details away about the guy. What he likes: books, pictures, posters, cd/dvds, sports equipment... And also the circumstances of the film: a pile of discarded clothes and sneakers on the floor is more likely to mean it a real-hookup than something that's been intentionally filmed. There are extremeds, though: there was a clip I saw sometime ago filmed in a guys room and it was really dirty and messy - garbage on the floor, discarded clothes everywhere, half eaten take-aways, no sheets on the bed- just a bare mattress. On the other hand there was another clip I saw filmed in quite an expensive hotel room that had absolutely no personality or character. After I'd watched it once it had nothing more to draw me in... boring. Perhaps another dimension to all this is the TIM style videos that are filmed in cheap motel rooms and they come off with an atmosphere of someone renting the room to hook up and advertising on Craigslist or whatever. That strikes a balance and is quite a horny atmosphere. I guess it's a bit like the stories you read on here - the best ones paint a good picture about the guys using personal details so you can relate to them. And I think the same applies to Porn.

Many years ago and the 2nd ever guy to fuck me. He had a wrist thick dick and used to BB me no less than 4 times a day.. One day at weekend I'd already had 3 loads up me when I said we needed to go to supermarket for some groceries... We get the and up n down a few aisles and I feel a tiny amount of cum leak out me so hurried to the checkout queue... I let out an "oohhh" in panic as I felt my hole relax and the cum gushed out me and I felt it run down my legs... I left the bf to pay groceries while I rushed back to car..... Bf got back to car and we laughed discussing my wee accident.... When we got back home I stepped out of my cum soaked trousers.... The bf licked cum of my inner buttocks, rimmed then gave me a good fuck and BB load... Then said I should never be empty of cum.... Although initially embarrassed I wasn't after... I love that feel of cum running out your hole.... Very slutty.

Some years ago when I was younger I had a much older friend who would hit on everybody, especially much younger guys and straight guys, that I felt were soooo far out of his league that I just couldn't understand his doing it. Finally one day after he had been rebuffed by yet another one of these guys, I said to him "Why do you do put yourself through that??" And I'll never forget his response. He said to me "Sure, I've gotten slapped in the face an awful lot, but I've also gotten VERY lucky" as he winked at me. So I followed his advice and for every one of those assholes who has made a "bat in your league comment," there have been plenty of hot fucking guys who were more than happy to have some fun.

PART 5: CODY UNLEASHES THE BEAST WITHIN ME We had another event about a month later, and Cody was on the card again. This time, I kept my distance and let him enjoy his evening by mingling with other fans and wrestlers – I noticed a lot more gay men were buying his t-shirts and taking photos with him before the show, no doubt the result of his last match’s immediate popularity on YouTube. I also let Cody wear his regular spandex trunks for his match this time, which meant less of a risqué show for the crowd. But just for my own sadistic enjoyment, I secretly instructed his older, beefy “heel” opponent – Joe, a 6-foot-4, 40-something, burly, hairy, muscle god -- to pull out all the stops with real-life low blows and punches to young Cody’s dick and balls. Watching the match from a distance, I could tell that several of Joe’s low blows actually connected and hurt like hell, much to Cody’s surprise, and at times Cody really was struggling to stand upright and continue. The match finally ended after about 15 minutes with his opponent rolling young Cody up on the mat, illegally grabbing a hand full of the kid’s trunks from the back and exposing most of the boy’s tanned, athletic ass for a 1-2-3 count. I hadn’t planned on fucking the kid that night, but after seeing him completely used and abused by Joe in his match, I motioned the 19-year-old to follow me into the same side room where I’d first pumped my poison jizz into the boy. I closed and locked the door and repeated the process from just a month earlier, and Cody obliged sheepishly and very begrudgingly. Giving up his straight ass to a man old enough to be his father had mentally defeated and humiliated him. I almost felt sorry for him until I slid his gear down to reveal his sweaty, musky, bubble ass, and I knew I needed it again. Fucking tease, what did he expect me to do? I spit on my cock -- the spit, my poz precum, and his sweat made for a surprisingly good lube. Still, I could feel immense friction as my thick cock grinded into his small hole. "That jock ass is gonna look good carrying my AIDS next time I see you, son," I muttered as I quickly built up to my climax. Cody grunted quietly. If he heard me, I doubt he understood anything about my desire to give him HIV. I tried to imagine the thoughts running through this straight kid's mind as his trusted elder used his hole again. Seconds later, I was pumping another toxic load into the boy’s jock body. If the first time didn’t knock up Cody, this time would. I never did make the phone call to my scout friends as I’d promised. I got what I needed, so I didn't care as much now, frankly. Cody texted me a couple of weeks later and asked, and I lied when I told him I was waiting to hear back about his potential tryout. In the same text, he said he’d come down with a bad flu and was stuck at home with fever, chills, aches, all the same symptoms I’d felt years earlier when Daddy pozzed me. I had no doubt that Cody had finally come down with the fuck flu, his young, healthy, teen body finally giving itself to the virus that I’d injected into him twice. To this day, I don't think he's been tested, so the kid has no idea. He probably won't for years. Even though he was now part of the brotherhood, it was then I realized that I had no physical use for him anymore, and any desire to fuck him again was gone. I still booked him for my events, because his tanned body, tight ass, and big smile sold tickets and put money in my pocket. But the 19-year-old jock boy had helped unleash a new power within me in this whole process. I now realized exactly how much influence I have over these naïve kids and their big dreams. I began to explore every possibility of booking vulnerable boys who would do anything in exchange for my promise of help getting them on a national stage. These dumb kids needed something, and so did I. Ashton was next on my list.

Stairway to Heaven or Hell It had been a crappy day. Countless phonecalls, emails and texts and my lazy ass co-workers weren't giving me the info I needed. My boss was asking every hour if I was done with the project plan. It was almost 11pm and I had finally completed the damn thing. I'd thrown one co-worker under the bus, but it was his own fault for being a total jerk by not giving me any information after weeks of asking. My boss had the whole three week long email thread and he could deal with the dick. Now that he had the plan he'd been asking for with only a few "guestimates" from me to fill in the missing data, I could finally relax. I blew the smoke in the air and tossed the miniscule remains of the joint in the glass jar I kept on my table to keep all of those momentos. My cock was throbbing almost as hard as my balls. I needed to blow a three day load and I always preferred it went into a hungry ass rather than my hand. I looked at the apps on my phone and didn't really find anyone online that did it for me. All the bottoms were prep bois except for one that I had hooked up with once before and vowed never again to experience his level of crazy. Just before I was going to give up, I saw a familiar guy pop up. Maybe the last half hour wasn't going to be a complete waste of time. My cock stirred again and I quickly sent off a message. "Quickie?" was all my message to the college bugchaser said. "Cant dad home" he replied. "Sneak out? Stairwell by ur place?" I sent back. "Maybe" he responded immediately. I could tell by the pace of the messages that he needed to get fucked as bad as I wanted to fuck. There was a short pause and then he typed out "dad asleep on couch gimme 10." I typed back "k bring some dirty underwear" as fast as I could. I changed into some loose shorts, a tight muscle shirt and sandals and then grabbed a bottle of poppers and a marker, putting them in the pocket in my shorts. Unlike our previous meets, I figured I didn't need to hide a key or leave my phone at home. I could trust him to just be a greedy cumdump and nothing more nefarious. I took my time going up the stairs and made it up to the 20th floor with a few minutes to spare. Sitting down on a stair leading to the 21st floor I opened up the camera on my phone and set it to video mode. I took a quick test video to see how the lighting was and it looked good. After another minute, I heard the 20th floor door open slowly. College boy poked his head in, looked around and then came in. He was wearing some running shorts, a pair of flipflops and nothing else. In his hand, he had a pair of light blue CK trunks which he raised up as he got in front of me. I took the trunks and stood up, turning around and going up the rest of the half flight to the landing. College boy followed me and I smiled at him as I turned around. "Mind if I grab a video this time?" I asked. "OK but no face shots" he replied, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. My shorts hit the floor a few seconds later. I stepped out of them and took the brown bottle out of the pocket and handed it to him. He took two long breaths from each side of his nose just like a seasoned pro. A moment later I could see the poppers hit him right as I took the bottle back and did a few quick hits myself. Resting my hand on the top of his head, I didn't even need to push down for him to take his position on his knees in front of me. His tongue lapped under the shaft and a few moments later his lips had engulfed my cock. He began with his tongue exploring all over my dick and foreskin. He was going a lot slower than I expected, but it felt really good. He pulled back a bit and with his hand pulled the foreskin back, revealing almost two days worth of sweat, dried piss and cheese. College boy bathed my cock head clean of all the crud before he worked in earnest to make sure my cock was dripping with his spit. I brought his trunks up to my face and breathed in deep. They were full of his scent as well as the smell of dried cum. The moan that came out of him was short, he caught himself and knew that we needed to stay as quiet as possible or all 26 stories were going to know what we were doing. When I thought he had my cock wet enough, I tugged him up by his arm. I stuffed the underwear into his mouth and turned him to the short railing dividing the two concrete staircases. He reached out and braced himself on the railing as I took my place behind him. I yanked his running shorts down and squeezed each side of his firm butt. Spreading his ass cheeks apart, I went in tongue first and had his muscled butt pressing against my scruffy cheeks. College boy knew what he was doing and was working his ass muscles around my tongue while I forced some spit inside. While I like the dominance that spitting on a hole before I fuck it sends, I was trying to keep this quiet. I only rimmed him about a minute, but when I got up there was a nice wet spot on the concrete where my dick had drooled some precum. Guiding my cock back where my tongue was a few moments ago, I pushed my hips in and popped inside him with surprising ease. I quickly wondered if he had been playing with toys or had just been fucked. Either way, it was going to make my job easier and keep him quieter. Slowly I slid in, filling his ass with my potent fuckstick. I got most of the way in and then hit that familiar wall. Retreating just an inch, I slammed back in, plowing right through into the inner chamber. College boy stood there almost motionless, with just the faintest trembling in his body as I stood there with my cock inside him, fully rooted. I heard a light moan come from him while I pulled back and drove my hips forward. My cock slowly fucked him for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the friction only a raw fuck can provide. While plowing my dick in and out, I heard a noise and froze. The sound of one of the doors clanking shut echoed up the stairwell, followed by the fading sound of feet shuffling down the stairs that told me there was nothing to worry about. Rocking my hips again, his hole wasn't really slick like if he had been bred earlier, just lubed a little from my spit and precum. At this point I figured he had been working his hole with a dildo or something. It felt fucking awesome, with a good amount of friction and just a little lube. He was getting sloppier but it was my pre that was adding a little more slickness with each stroke. My cock drove in firmly but not quite all the way in. I was trying to balance a good hard fuck and one that wouldn't wake the neighbors. I yanked my cock out and shoved three fingers in, twisting them back and forth for a few moments and shoved my dick back in. College boy groaned, not loudly but I could feel it with my hands which were now wrapped around his neck. Thrusting in, I watched my hips bounce off his ass and then I remembered my phone. I let go of his neck and Leaned over, my cock slipping from his ass but college boy just stood there waiting for more. I aimed my phone's camera at his ass and drove my cock slowly back inside. You could hear his muffled groan again as I pushed through his inner ring and bottomed out. I held there a moment and then began pumping again. I remembered why I hated videoing fucks, I really wanted to get the best fuck out of a bottom rather than pretend I'm Quentin Tarantino or Michael Lucas. The longer I fucked, the shakier the phone got. I pounded him harder and harder and he just braced himself better, spreading his legs a little bit wider. Slamming in, I then slowly pulled my cock out, the video showing his gaping hole slowly close after my cock had fully moved away. Holding the shot on his pussy, I shoved back in and hammered a minute before I couldn't hold back any more. I'm sure if you looked at it from below, you could watch my cock pulse as each rope of diseased cum shot into college boy's fertile tunnel. He could feel each throb of my cock while I shot my seed inside. On my second shot I felt his outer ring start to squeeze and release it's grip around my shaft. For me, there's no better feeling than dumping my cum inside a good bottom and fucking the cum out of him at the same time. I know some tops don't care if a bottom gets off or even make sure they don't, but I love the feeling of a guy milking every drop out of my dick as he orgasms. Hopefully, he was dumping the last of his neg seed on the stairs as my cock delivered the next wave of viral warriors that would claim his body. A few more thrusts and I pumped a few last spurts of charged seed inside him. My phone was still recording and I wanted to capture the cum drip out of the hole that I had just inseminated. When his ass gave one last squeeze, I leaned back slowly and zoomed in at his battered hole. There was no doubt that his hole was filled with cum, but to emphasize what type, I reached back and grabbed the marker from my shorts. Aiming the camera just above his ass, I pulled the cap off with my teeth and wrote "Pozzed" before I tossed the marker on my shorts. I slammed in one more time, burying every inch of my shaft inside. He wasn't expecting it and groaned around the gag in his mouth. Pressing the button and ending my recording, I dropped my phone on my shorts and stood back up. I gripped his torso, pulling him back against my chest and feeling the sweat on his back soak into my tee. "That's your third charged load and I've never fucked a guy more than three times" I whispered into his ear. College boy whimpered while I pulled the trunks from his mouth and then whimpered a little louder when I slipped my cock out of his ass. Using his trunks, I wiped my dick off and stuffed them back in his mouth. I pulled my own shorts on and made sure I had my phone and poppers before going down a few steps. I turned and looked up at him and saw he was staring back at me with a worried look. "Don't forget the plug. You don't want to lose any of that hot load" I said before going down a few more steps. "Oh, and you probably don't want to run around shirtless until you get the marker off your back" I added with a chuckle. Turning again, I jogged down the stairs to my floor.

Chapter 53; *The Viral Mind Game* I eventually got out what I wanted to say; - I need another ... Oh God ... - Go on, tell Uncle Jim what it is you need. He took his focus from my face and back to working on completely opening up my cunT. I was not anywhere near that yet. He pulled his arm out and went back to FFisting me with both arms upto the middle of his forearms. He could not seem to get any deeper than that just yet with both arms in play. He pushed them in, pulled them out, twisTed and turned, knowing that he was working me up into a frenzy with my sentence still unfinished ... - I need another ... Both hands/forearms pulled out he went back to using the one arm, and very quickly worked on getting upto just past the first part to his Bicep. He stopped right there and did not move a muscle and chose to fix a firm gaze on my eyes. I wasn't really looking at his face at this poinT ... - OI, pig, look at me. I looked at him. Fuck, he knew how to work me and how to get me right where he wanted me, which in this instance was almost his entire arm stuffed deep inside of my cunT and beyond which he had quickly sussed I was a complete weak pig for it (I couldn't get enough of that arm) coupled with a two way intense fixed stare ... - TELL Uncle Jim what it is you are needing another of. His stare became more intense as he was pushing his arm into me much harder and probably only moving forward a few millimetres. I began to high pitch whimper and and grunt as the overbearing pleasure was more than I could take, and the fucker knew it ... - I NEED another pure blood SLAM, Sir. His face instantly became animated with a massive cocky grin. He knew I meant what I was saying albeit in an altered state of mind via meTh use and sleep deprivation. Now it was time to play some fun mind games, make me really BEG for what I was now asking for. He was to FFist my cunT for 6 hours non stop and had now just been working on opening me up for 3 hours. There would now be a short interlude before the next 3 hours, but what was going to happen? Without saying a single word he removed his arm, got up, and left the playroom. A few short moments later he returned to bring some parTy into our play. Once again a tourniquet was placed on my upper arm, a vein located, and a needle inserted. What was I about to receive; A broTherhood shoT (a delicious combination of poz blood and meTh)? .... NO! A pure blood SLAM? .... NO! Just meTh? YES! 💉 He sat on his chair again and in a split second slid in one fisT a few inches past his wrist. He twisTed and turned it, pulled it out and slid it back in several times as I began to fly on my new high. He knew I was getting worked up and horny before this latest meTh slam and knew that by making me high again would tie in nicely to his mind game he was about to play. And then from out of nowhere he done something to me he or no one else has ever done to me, he began to punch fisT me, and with each punch in he'd count ... - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. He pulled his fisT out aggressively for the tenth time, and ... - Now push. Push out that nasTy cunT of yours pig. Push it out, go on, push it out ... I pushed and in one movement I prolapsed out giving a HUGE rose, and I squirted out a MASSIVE amount of cum that with great force exploded out and landed on Uncle Jim's lower chest and abdominal area. He was soaked in just a ridiculous amount of anonymous poz cum. Standing up again he walked over to my head area, scooped up some of the cum that had just sprayed all over him and smeared it all over my face. He kept on scooping up until he had smeared all of what I let go onto my face, and torso. He returned to where he was sitting, moved the chair out of the way, pushed one fisT inside of my cunT, took it out, pushed it inside again, took it out, then he grabbed hold of his Gono-Serpent 🐍 Death Dick and whilst still holding it he pushed it inside of me again, and began to very slowly masturbate inside of my cunT. He leaned in closer to my face with his gaunt yellow face of depraved twisTed lustful expression, and kicked off his mind fuck as my body and mind were in the throws of experiencing the most intense euphoric pleasure they ever had; - So the pig wants another pure blood SLAM does he? - Fuck YES, Sir. - Do you want it, or need it? He continued to slowly masturbate inside of me with his yellow Hep C eyes boring deeply and intently into mine. Our gaze was completely locked, and now an extreme intensity filled the playroom as every single nerve in my body tingled and shuddered in an unbearable ecstasy; - Oh Fuck, I NEED it, I NEED it really bad, Sir. - Then I need you to tell me exactly and precisely why you need it. - I NEED you to take complete control of me. Fill me with your poz Dick. Your hands. Your arms. Your virus. I NEED you to explode inside of me, Sir. It must be the meTh that was turning me from a Dom Top to a complete submissive faGGot bottom. My boyfriend Lew back home in the UK would not recognise who I was, certainly not right at this moment. Uncle Jim straightened up his body and keeping our intense gaze locked he began to masturbate inside of my cunT at a much faster pace. - My virus huh. Which virus of mine are you needing to take complete control of you and explode inside of you then eh, faGGot? - Your med resistant HIV, Sir. He slowed down his masturbating inside of my cunT considerably, and once again leaned his gaunt yellow face close into mine, that intense gaze still locked; - I have Hep C too you know. Two genotypes I gifTed to you lastnight. You very lucky boy. You can't have one virus without the other you nasTy highly viral loaded pig. If I am to pure blood SLAM you again I will need you to not want both viruses I have to gifT to you, but to really NEED both of them. And I mean NEED both of them. He paused speaking, and for a few minutes there was not a word spoken from either of us, just the sounds of the sling chains gently clinking, and the squelching of my wide open gaping cunT that was still being used as a flesh-light as we both continued our fixed gaze that was becoming even more intense by the minute. - I NEED both your med resistant HIV, and HEP C viruses to completely control me and fucking explode inside of me, to completely consume me, Sir. Another dramatic pause for about a minute this time ... - To even consider pure blood SLAMMING you again I am going to need you from right now to continually tell me which viruses of mine you NEED, why you NEED them, and to generally BEG me. And with those last words he took his Serpent tatted Death Dick out of my cunT that was now super Gaping, sat back on his chair in front of the sling, and spent the next 3 hours FFisting me using either just the one or both arms, or one FFist if he was punch FFisting me. During these 3 hours I grunted and moaned with pleasure as I flew high and in between relentlessly stating which specific viruses I was desperate for, why I needed them, and generally begging for a direct recharge. As these 3 hours wore on I was able to take both forearms at the same time right to the elbow, and his one arm upto his shoulder. At least once every 10 minutes or so he would rail me with an aggressive punch fisTing! I think I had found my calling; A FFisting bottom! 👊🌹💪

I hired the kid to work for me at my restaurant. Bus tables clean the dishes you know grunt work. His name was Jay he was cute but too young for any shenanigans. Like most kids his age in a small town he got his license and was gone a couple years later to bigger and better. One Saturday I took the day off and was at home masturbating to my new porn crush Tommy D. He was so fucking hot and I wish I knew what happened to him. Anyway the door bell rings so I dress and run to the door. I open it to see cute kid Jay all grown up. He comes in and is telling me about life at the University of Kentucky. He is on the swim team and he has the body to prove it. Lite brown hair, blue green eyes, sexy tight tank top that showed a muscular will defined chest and arms. I'm hard just thinking about him. At first we are just visiting and then out of the blue he asks if I have any porn. He is home for the summer and his parents don't have internet and the only VCR is in the living room with the only TV. I lie and say I don't but I have a membership at the video store and they had porn. He takes my card and the next thing I know we are sitting on the couch watching a straight porn. A few minutes in and I can see the bulge in his jeans, then a few more minutes and he has pulled the hem of his shirt a little and his hand in on his stomach, Then I notice his hand is slipping in the waist of his jeans and before I know it he is asking if he can jack his dick. Before I can answer he is unzipping and pulling out a huge cock. (later measured it at 9 1/2 X 3, uncut). The head was already wet and he started stroking slowly at first. It wasn't long and his shirt came off with a its hot in hear and you should join me I know you want too. I pulled my 4 inch dick out and stroked while trying to hide my small size. A few minutes later I felt his knee on mine and then he looked over and said I always hear your gay, want to suck my dick. I was shocked and asked "what?" He just smiled and said his girlfriend lived in another state and he was horny. He had heard from some of my employees that I was gay and he needed to get off. He had promised his girl he would mot jack off over the summer or have sex with other girls, then he winked and said but I didn't say I wouldn't get head from a gay guy, so what do you say? I legal, have a great dick and shoot lots of cum and I so fucking horny. Fuck could he come!

Moderator's Note: I split this off from the thread about Less Obvious Details That Turn You On. It seemed like a good topic on it's own, and I didn't want the other thread to get derailed. I tend to find some of those "less obvious" elements to be distracting. For example, I watched a movie several time because there was an abstract painting over the bed but the camera angles only showed a portion of it. I had to watch it over again just so I could find a clear establishing shot to see the whole picture. Yesterday I was at an ABS. There were only a couple people in the theater so I actually sat and jerked to the movie. The movie was pretty hot but in the back of my mind I was thinking that the bedspread was one of the ugliest I'd ever seen. So yeah, I can sit and watch a movie of hot guys fucking and spend the whole two hours critiquing set design. Does that mean I'm gay?

All dressed for the gym. What are your thought's? I hope to find a young twink to jam this hard cock in and breed today in the locker room or shower.

Welcum to my world, buddy. My nips have always been hot-wired: whoever works 'em owns my hole. Through poppers in and that's hog heaven while being fucked and bred. Can't wait to get back to it! Oink!!

Late Friday afternoon I got a very hot deep fuck from very handsome black bear that lives a mile from me. We had been chatting for months. I had been curious about him but his pics weren't all that clear so wasn't sure. We had a hot chat a couple days before which got me all hot. So I sent him a smile on Grindr and he asked me what was up. I told him I was horny and was looking to see if he was free and he invited me over. Incredibly handsome big black bear around 6'1 with a beautiful big cock. I sank to my knees and swallowed him and he got very hard. In no time I was in doggie position ass up and he was licking and sucking on my asshole. Fuck! Such a hot ass licker. Heaven! He soon moved into position behind me and slowly worked his big cock into my tight wet hole. After a couple minutes I opened up and he slid all the way in to his balls. Wow. He fucked me on my back and side and then when he wanted to cum he put me on all fours and held my ankles up and blasted his load deep up my hole. Just what I was craving. He collapsed on top of me and his hard cock acted as a butt plug so his cum didn't trickle out.After 5 minutes he slid out and i headed home. He wants to fuck me again and I'm gonna be there for him to breed.

This is basically how I got converted, a full blown troll of a guy, warts on his cock fucked me full of cum and after nearly 20 years of BB and chasing it finally converted me. And gave my drug resistant Gono to 😍

Fuck, he sounds like a dream fuck! I want him to use my hole like that!!!

HELL YEAH! The TRANCE!!!! I recall the first time I was introduced to poppers, as a 21-year-old novice, barely comfortable with 'the gay scene'. I obviously needed some 'coaching', something like what Sharp-edge above said... Well, I was lucky. The first 'successful' coupling with a dude using me as his bottom, was only possible because the dude was a 'seasoned' porn-bro. His dick was big to me, although over the years much bigger ones would follow. But as he tried to push my semi-virgin cherry-pie open with his champ-cock, I kinda froze up and seemed to go for an 'ABORT MISSION'. He was prepared! The POPPERS saved the day: the dude was my popper coach! "Take a deep hit, and another, both sides!" WHOA!!!! I had never even heard of poppers at the time but then the magic hit me. THE TRANCE!!! The satyr-like animal craving for sex and cock. My man-cunt (I would have abhorred the title then) relaxed and swallowed his cock and I got into the motion. Cravings that almost seemed 'demonic' to me... yet hot! The hardcore champ passing his 'batton' his badboy seed onto me! Making me absorb his legacy! The POPPERS had me going! If I had known that total promiscuity and being a bareback slut were one day going to be my motto, boy I would have verbalized some kinky shit that suddenly seemed NORMAL or possible to me... for while the popper trance lasted. I'm proud to say that many years later, as a seasoned pro myself now, I can take cock without foreplay and lube and I go into a lust trance all by myself. Saying slutty things and craving seed and cock and talking dirty the way I wanted to back then. WANTED to but thought I was getting 'out-of-control'. Bit my tongue... So today as I hooked up with my main sex friend, him multi-tasking, phone, sex apps, smoking cigarettes, flipping throw porn on the big screen, I'm getting fucked and I accidentally opened Adam4Adam on my phone and got the typical list of half-baked local temptations. I didn't need it! Not with COVID... except for my regulars, who are (for the time) glad to have whittled down their 'stables' to their one or two best bottoms. Some dude stopped by, knocked on the windows, we ignored him, even though I know he is hot... but BORING! I WON the mating game!!! "Go away!" We just kept fucking and being noisy! And for me, just THINKING about BAREBACK SEX and promiscuity, and sex as a sport makes me absolutely dizzy during sex... like I'm on poppers! It's like POPPERS-BY-PROXY! And I did that trance routine again today, with my bestie, my regular fuck-buddy, being lewd and in ecstasy from 11am to 4.30pm, five loads from him and three nuts myself going everywhere with raw cock in the ass. Oh; my other new TRANCE inducer is rough nipple-play (among other things)! Sadly, poppers (the new ones?) now seem to give me massive headaches! And a rush! What do the popper-coaches say about that? Do I just need the right 'handler', popper coach? Could you make me a bigger slut than I am sober with the poppers you trust?

This triggered me thinking about my own situation. I am older now and bottom. So I viewed profiles of younger tops and reading the profile and their preferences I didn't hit on them. Nobody likes being rejected or blocked. But some (having seen that I viewed their profile) replied asking if I was up for fun. When I asked why because I was clearly not in their preferred "league" some said that it was just a preference. That didn't exclude others. So I had great fun with guys who I thought were far out of my league. A few even returned and became regulars until we drifted apart.

Sorry Mr Reef, we gave you someone else's results, you are actually neg ... Oh @TTFN you are wicked 😈

It would be a bitch if they told him he was still neg. Fat chance!!!!!

At some of the FukdTO bareback parties I attended in the past, either downstairs in the fuckmaze or upstairs I took off my jock, wrapped it around my neck and just walked around naked. It was my signal that I was to be fucked and I was. Sheer nakedness does send an appealing message!

Love seeing the bottoms ass lips dragging on the shaft of the top or when you can the sloppy ring of the bottoms ass go loose because the cock is big or it is being dp'ed

omg man you have no idea how much fun i am having right now. he just told me he wants to make this a regular thing because he thinks my ass is hot and it feels incredible when he's cumming insdie me. i get chills just thinking about it and i've never been so excited in my life. first of all bareback sex is the best feeling i've ever felt and it's not even close. feeling the skin of his rock hard dick just made him glide inside my clean shaved asshole and it felt amazing going in, seriously i can't believe it didn't hurt. his penis felt so nice going in my ass probably because i prepared so much which was well worth it, i was lying down on my stomach which is my favorite position. i really like to feel his weight on top of me. but when he wraps his arms sound me tight and slides his dick all the up my ass in absolutely heaven, im just so disppointed i didn't try this soon. because honetsly it's the most intense feeling i think i'll ever have,

A few more chapters ready to give, but before I do, I'd first like to give a BIG thank you to those who regularly show their appreciation by giving 'Likes' and 'Upvotes'. Your encouragement is very much appreciated. So, if you really do like what you read, then keep the author fed. I wish I could take all the images and ideas in my head and put them all to film. Phwooooaaar.

Like everyone, I'm pretty horny during pandemic isolation. On Sunday I was on BBRTS and started chatting with a french guy I've been cruising for a while. He and I have been chatting but had not hooked up. I think he used to be married or somehow attached. He lives less than ten minutes away and we talked about him fucking me. He asked me if I'd even had a cum sickle or if I liked toys. I told him I had not had a cum sickle in me but I was open and that I liked toys. So I cleaned out and then headed over to his building. He was more handsome than his pictures showed him to be. I stripped off and sank to my knees to suck his cock. He held a brown bottle under my nosed and I huffed deeply. My nose was grinding into his pubes as his cock went down my throat. We moved to his bed and I sucked his cock while he played with my hole. I got on my back and he lubed up and then slid his cock into me. He took a shot glass with the frozen cum and held it for me to lick while he pumped me. Then he started licking it. After it started to melt, he put it up to my hole and pushed it into me with the head of his cock. It was a pretty weird feeling but I guess it melted pretty quickly as his cock pushed it deep into my hole. Soon I was just leaking his cum all over his cock and my ass. I looked around his room and noticed on the night stand that there was a small tray with some white lumps of something. I guess he was into meth probably. He didn't look like it, so maybe it was coke. Not my problem. By now he was fucking me doggy style and he asked where I wanted to load. "Breed me" I told him. He grunted and shook as he impregnated me with both his fresh and frozen cum.

^ This, exactly. And then there’s the reality, which is reflected somewhat by another recent thread here that discusses “bottoms who can’t take it”. I mean, it sounds super - getting fucked feels great, so the more you get, it can only get better and better, right? More = Better? Be very, very, very careful what you ask for. Read this carefully, then read it again twice to make sure you get it: If you have no experience taking five or more cocks in a row, if you have never endured a painful fuck to the Top’s completion, if you’ve never taken another cock even when you really, really wanted to stop, if you have never taken a cock too big for you because the Top was determined, or if you expect to exercise control over how you’re fucked in any way - Do Not Offer Yourself For Whoring Out. Now read that again. Because any or all of the above may and are likely to happen to you when you ass-up for a whoring Top. The men who come to fuck you will be even more likely to treat you like a disposable object than a human being, and care even less about your health or discomfort or exposure than they might otherwise (which is scantly at the best of times - one fucked me loudly with the hotel room door wide open and left it that way whennhe departed). When Tops get in their rut, they don’t stop until they’re done. Nature wires them not to. If you take on a whoring-out, you have to be able to accommodate that over and over and over, even if your hole hurts. Even if some of them want it to hurt. Of course, unless you’re tied down (never, never, ever, ever permit it) you could always just get up and walk away when you’ve had enough. But what will you have accomplished? You’ll have royally pissed off the Top who agreed to go to the trouble to whore you out - it’s a lot like work; you’ll have damaged your reputation if the Top talks to other Tops (if you care about such things); you’ll have left yourself with a realization that you’re more sexually limited than you thought (ouch); and you will have contributed unnecessarily to the difficulty that experienced bottoms have in finding Tops willing to whore them because they’ve been burned before by so many unrealistic fantasists. True, every bottom who can do it had to get there somehow. Once, being whored out was just a fantasy for me, too, like everybody else. Once I had had some experience with threesomes, foursomes, multi-breeding days at camp, and my 34-Load Weekend, I decided I could probably handle it if I wasn’t in control - and I was determined to do it no matter the consequences. I’m not using this post to try to tell anybody he can’t. If you believe you’ve got the chops to legit take a full whoring, then shoot the Moon, brother. It’s just that this fantasy is so alluring and so ubiquitous - and the reality so misunderstood - that it makes me want to chime in before somebody has a regrettable experience.

I laughed at the boy begging me to rape him. Then I spit in his face. “Dirty little faggot. Careful what you wish for. We’re gonna ruin this sloppy cumdump.” I started to plow him steady and hard, feeling the hot walls of his ass sucking my dick inside. I could feel he was already lubed up. The boy started to moan as my cock sank all the way up his hole. I looked over at Jesse, who had come back in the room, followed by a short, well built mid 20s guy. The newbie’s mouth was agape like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I just smiled and waved him over. “Hey dude. Take your clothes off and come fuck this faggot. How many loads does the kid have in him, Jesse?” Jesse laughed and said “two from me, and two from some random Daddy types who left just before you got here. Nice big cock on those two. Adam was begging for their loads. He’s such a fucking whore.” Adam moaned on the bed as I kept up a steady pace fucking him. The new guy quickly shucked his clothes, showing off a nice tight body with a big fat dick. He was short and smooth with a sexy brush cut, and his cock was uncut. He also had a nice treasure trail from his furry stomach down to thick pubes. An impressive dick hung there, rock hard. I reached out grabbed his cock, and played with his foreskin which barely uncovered the head. He moaned loudly. “What’s your name kid?” “Brian,” he said. “This is so fucking hot. I had a hell of a week and really need to bust a nut.” “Stick around, Brian. We’ll get you fucked up and fuck all night,” Jesse said. He smiled big and pointed to the bong on the table and the big bag of T. “Oh I don’t do drugs,” Brian said. Jesse smiled even bigger and said “It’s cool, you can do them or not do them. Your choice.” Clearly Jesse was gonna give the kid a booty bump whether he wanted it or not. He had a nice firm ass that I knew we were both going to be inside by the end of the night. Brian moved around to the front of the faggot and shoved his ample cock in Adam’s mouth and both of them loudly moaned. Brian fucked Adam’s mouth for a bit then leaned down and spat on his face, licked it off and grinned. Then he leaned over and started to make out with Adam who moaned louder and started riding my dick even harder, trying to get my cock as far up his cunt as it would go. The boy was on fire. Jesse leaned down and started to make out with Adam and Brian, playing with Brian’s rock hard cock. Jesse leaned down and took Brian’s cock into his mouth while I began to fuck Adam harder, so both of the boys started to moan for different reasons. One because his cunt (and reason for living) was getting split open by my fat dick, and the other because his equally fat dick was being swallowed by a handsome bearded cock sucking pig. I wanted to last longer, so I leaned over and whispered in Brian’s ear “Why don’t you fuck the faggot now? He’s all lubed up and squishy with strangers’ cum.” Brian got a wicked grin on his face, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and then we rearranged positions so that he could slide his rock hard dick into Adam and I laid down to take a break, alternating between making out with Adam and Jesse and whispering dirty things in their ears. “You gonna booty bump this kid,” I asked Jesse? He just smiled and looked at me with his huge black pupils. “What do you think?” I just smiled and made out with him harder. I had a feeling our young friend was going to end up with a butt full of cum, just like Adam. Brian pounded Adam’s cunt hard for about 15 minutes while Jesse and I made out with him and egged him on to breed the fag harder. Finally, the shortness of his breath told us he was about to blast the faggot full of another load of sperm. I leaned over to Brian and said “come on, dude, give that faggot your load. Knock him up. The little whore needs more cum to lube up his pussy.” “Fuck, I”m gonna cum!,” Brian moaned and I could see his nuts pull up as he dumped another load our little rugby dump. Adam moaned and begged, “please shoot your fucking load in me. I need your cum inside my cunt. FUUUUUCK.” Breathing heavily, Brian collapsed on Adam’s back and his cock popped out of the boy. I reached down and could feel the cum start to leak from his jizz hole. When his cunt was empty he started to moan and beg “Please. Fuck me. I need more cock. Please.” “What do you say boys? Should we find some strangers to gang rape this cumdump?” They both laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Jesse grabbed the bong and leaned over to give Adam another huge shotgun of T. I leaned down and took it from him and tried to give it to Brian, who turned his head away. He laughed nervously. I blew the smoke away from him and thought “we’ll get you yet, boy. You’re gonna be begging me for my dick before the end of this night.”

I'm a total idiot for big slapping balls, I agree as a bottom the feel and sound of it enhances the fuck

I like porn that has "establishing shots" - like feature films. You start with a guy in the distance, the street, or a mall - a real life scenario, not a studio mock up. The guys should be dressed ( to begin with ). I like to see the clothed guys from various angles before they slowly undress. The naked cock and ass shouldn't be on show from the first frame. The best porn ( for me ) is as much about the journey as the ultimate destination. It's about skilfully building and maintaining sexual tension. A weakness of amateur porn on xtube for example, is that many are just disconnected cocks entering holes. I like to see the whole person - or at least as much as is practicable. The transition from clothed ( non sexual being - businessman, doctor, work man ) to naked or partly clothed, sexual being is hot. It shouldn't be rushed.

about 5 minutes. its not that hard with the proper equipment

This is also why it's critical for anyone who lives in a state with a US Senate race this fall where the Democratic candidate has even the slightest chance of winning, to vote for that candidate. As long as the Republicans control the Senate, even if we elect a Democratic president, there's no guarantee Cocaine Mitch will allow a Senate vote on any Supreme Court nominee, even in the first year of the president's term. He blocked virtually every court nominee (for district and appellate courts as well as the Supreme Court) for the last two years of Obama's term, and there's no guarantee he wouldn't try to do the same thing for four years under Biden. That means you folks in Georgia, Nevada, Montana, Arizona, North Carolina, Maine, MIchigan, and Iowa, especially, need to turn out to vote for whoever's the Democrat on the ballot for the Senate in your state. Luckily, most of the Democratic challengers for those seats are competent and deserve election in their own rights. I certainly hope Alabamans will turn out to vote for Doug Jones, but I'm a realist enough to know his win for the unexpired term a couple of years ago was basically due to even Republicans being disgusted with their child-molesting candidate Roy Moore. This time, Jones will face the winner of the Republican runoff between a popular football coach and former senator, Trump AG, and current Trump attack target Jeff Sessions, either of whom has an excellent chance of avoiding Moore's fate. The only potential twist is if Sessions makes the runoff and Trump refuses to make nice with him, splitting the R's or causing them to skip that race entirely.

I can still see some of the smaller bookstores staying open because like someone said men will need what they need. But I think the big clubs are done with. Maybe this will be in cruising back? Honestly the Stewmworks down here In Berkeley had turned into nothing but a bunch of snobby Twinks and gossipy lookee loos. As long as CumUnion continues I’m good

Will the condo tower be built? The financing is on hold for sure. Who will replace current commercial tenants? Landlords who won’t make a deal may end up with empty space and no rent mm

Yeah.... woof... fucking..... "I want that AIDS cock recharge me....!!!" one load in my (whore)POZhole... and one big massive load in my open mouth... I swallow all of it... Wish we became friends ... then my AIDS lover may pass me on to POZ & AIDS pigs .... love it, to swallow AIDS & POZ cum... can´t get enough....

Just had the neighbor kid stop by and unload inside me. 20 yr old hairy Latino kid with a thick 7.5uc. Loves to eat my hole and use his spot as lube. Love it when he spits on my face while he’s pounding my hole raw. He’ll prob stop by later tonight again. Told me he’s been super horny lately and needs to empty his balls. Some days he comes over like 3/4 times just to unload. Gawd i love working from home.

Virginity Lost Given that I received a mostly favorable reaction to my first posting, I thought I might post again only this time starting at my beginning. Since a younger age I had a curiosity in regard to being with a male, but other than some superficial touching, I had never really done anything in depth and most of my activity had been confined to females, though I wasn't overly active there either. After graduating high school, I decided to join the military where after my basic training and rate-specific training, I ended up at my first unit in New Jersey and not too far from New York City. With not a lot to do during my off duty time, I would often find myself cruising around in my car, mostly just looking though my attention was occasionally drawn to a girl about my age that I had seen several times in a local hang-out spot. Given my shyness though, I never made a move to initiate contact. Over time, it was common to come across other folk doing the same and during my drives I would begin to recognize some of the regulars. As this occurred over a somewhat regular basis, there was a particular larger dark car that began to catch my attention. It was driven by a male that was somewhat older than myself and I noticed he would often look somewhat intently in my direction when passing by. At first I didn't pay a lot of attention but after this went on for multiple different nights, I found myself glancing back and sometimes making momentary eye contact. This was in the days when CB radios were popular and a vehicle antenna often made it evident who had one in their car. I always had mine on and with most people hanging out on Channel 19, it was often easy to contact others there. One night while cruising, the dark car and I passed each other a couple times and after the third pass, he gave a call on the radio. I didn't answer though, not because I was completely uninterested, but more out of my overall shyness - though as far as he would know, my radio might not have even been on. This went on over the course of a few weeks and also included occasions where he would spend some of his time following behind me as I drove around, nothing overly bold but I would see him there for a while. He began to capture my interest and curiosity, particularly with nothing ever happening with my primarily heterosexual interests. It was about midnight after one of my typical Friday night 'strike out' cruising sessions when I saw the dark car and driver coming down the street. We were going opposite directions and as we passed, he gave a look in my direction and I gave a look back. I had a particularly high degree of unfulfilled horniness built up and with a mindset of maybe just letting fate play its role, I decided that if he would happen to call me that night that I might just answer him. Several minutes later our paths crossed again where we exchanged solid eye contact and when I heard his voice come across the radio, I answered. We talked a couple seconds and took our conversation to a less popular channel where we chatted for a few minutes. By this time I noticed that he was now behind me and with the lack of privacy on an open radio, he suggested that we stop somewhere. I pulled into a nearby empty lot and he pulled alongside where each of our windows went down. While I had seen him several times, I never had the opportunity to really see him good and my first impression was quite favorable. He was maybe in his 40's, a nice solid build and was dressed in casual clothes. We chatted for a couple minutes and just had just barely broken the ice when he said that the police in town don't really like people hanging around in lots at night and suggested we head somewhere safer out of town. It sounded reasonable and as he pulled out, I followed with a variety of thoughts starting to scurry through my mind. I had never done anything like this before (though honestly I didn't know exactly what 'this' would actually be) but with the hormones my younger years active and my curiosity toward the male gender, I found myself wanting to find out. We had driven several miles with the road becoming progressively more unrefined before he took a right turn on a hard, rough sandy lane to a very secluded and dark spot overlooking the water and with a good view of the roads in all directions. I pulled alongside and he suggested that I get in his car which I did. I don't remember what type of car he had, but know that it was much larger than most cars on the road today with a split bench seat with a folded down console divider seat in the middle and from what I could from see during the short time the dome light was on, a very spacious and open back seat. He might have had an idea before we met but I am sure it was quite evident after just a few minutes of our conversation that I was totally inexperienced, and he seemed to focus his best on making me feel comfortable through his words. I felt relatively safe overall and in his car we were separated by a good amount of distance with the folded-down console seat between us acting like a kind of protective barrier. As our talk became more sexual, I noticed that he had released the front of his pants and that he had taken his cock out but in the darkness it was difficult to really see much at all. The atmosphere was admittedly making me feel aroused though and I slowly let my hand move to the center of the console where it stopped and came to rest. Knowing that I could see him exposed and sensing my shyness, his fingertips reached out to softly graze the top of my hand and he asked if I would like to touch it. I didn't reply verbally but as my hand slowly moved and took it's place on his warm bare flesh, he knew the answer. The electricity was shooting through me and evidently he could feel the charge too because it didn't take long for his cock begin growing into a fairly nice erection within the grasp of my palm. His reassuring words soon had me gently massaging his cock while slowly working his foreskin back and forth over the head, feeling both warm and firm to the touch. With his outstretched arm, he reached over and began massaging my shoulder in tune with my movement. Several minutes later, the lead seemed to switch as as his massaging hand on my shoulder began getting stronger, I felt myself fondling his cock in a more pronounced way and in tune with the increased movement of his of his hand that was on me. "Would you like to suck it?" he said while looking directly in my direction. I looked back toward his eyes and while in the darkness he couldn't really see my expression, he took my lack of verbal response as a 'yes' and with his free hand, raised the console to make a wide open bench seat, then with the hand on my neck began pulling me downward toward his crotch. I couldn't really see anything to begin with so closing my eyes was more an act of a melting into the moment than an act of not looking and I soon noticed what with my sense of sight fully gone, my other senses became more enhanced, particularly in regard to the scent that I was now inhaling. I am not sure if he had not taken a bath for a while or if it was from his increased arousal, but either way, his man-scent was quite intense and ventured deeply inside my lungs as I began breathing more deeply to take him all in. Then as if unable to fully get my full breath, my lips parted to bring in more air and in the process his hand pulled me further down where the head of his cock entered my open lips. I didn't resist and instead went down on him first shyly and then more wantonly with his almost rancid taste awakening a primal feeling inside my body. His audible gasp told me that he was enjoying it too and when my instinct to blow him began to develop further, he rose and moved his pants down to his knees, giving me much more length to work with. As the fellatio continued, the hand on my head moved downward and onto my covered crotch where he began to touch and to squeeze, increasing my arousal even more particularly each time his grasp would grip relatively strongly. He then fumbled with the fastening at the top of my jeans and released it, pulled my zipper part of the way down, but in somewhat of a surprise he didn't go for my cock, but instead reached around behind me and dipped his hand deep into my pants. I let out an audible gasp but with his cock well inside my mouth, the sound that came forth sounded more like a wanton moan instead of a signal of being shocked, and thinking that I liked it, his finger dived deep inside my ass. I rose up and let out a loud squeal as pain erupted inside my asshole from his dry finger and sharp edged fingernail and I wanted to get away. "Wait baby" he said as his free hand came over to keep me bent down, "Let your ass take it, it will feel good, I promise." I didn't move but I didn't say anything either and I simply just stayed there in an almost suspended state. The actual pain of the intrusion didn't last real long but the soreness was still there and sensing that, he didn't go any deeper - but he didn't take his finger out either, letting it remain inside my body. As I adjusted to my anal intruder, his scented crotch reached out to me even more and I leaned down to continue my slow sucking of his bare manhood. This time it was different though and I was met with the surprise taste of pre-cum that was coming from his tip and it began flowing across my tongue and into my mouth. I melted into him a little bit and sensing my relaxing, his finger began moving inside my ass, not with in and out action, but at the same depth and in a more wobbling motion so as to not further abrade my partially torn hole. My soft moaning might have been a signal that I could be ready for more and he asked if he could put some lubricant in my ass and it would feel much better. I didn't give an answer because my mind was filling with a multitude of thoughts of what was happening to the point that I was starting to overload. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, or what I really wanted to get into, I just didn't know, but after a few more minutes of the finger massage inside my anus and with his cock still inside my mouth, I let out a muffled and apprehensive "ok" to give in to his request. With that, he gently pulled his finger from my ass, causing me to wince in the process, then opened his door and said "lets get in the back where we have more room." My hand slowly went to the handle on the door and as I pulled it, my mind went to thoughts of just going to my car and leaving because I was getting scared. As I stood up beneath the open skies and with the distinct smell of seaside air, I felt drawn back to the more primal setting of the car and before giving it a serious second thought, I found myself in the back seat and beside him. The reality of the situation hit starkly as he maneuvered around and started ridding himself of his pants, telling me to do the same. 'Oh Gawd', I thought as my fingers pulled my zipper the rest of the way down, 'What am I doing?' It immediately became clear what I was doing because moments later my pants and briefs were completely gone and we were both exposed with our sexual areas bare in the back seat of his car... The question now was: What was going to come next? Reaching forward, he folded the console seat back down to the lowered position and told me to lean over it, directing me where he wanted me to go. There was now a lot of space between the backside of the seat and the ceiling of the car which made it easy for me to assume my spot. In retrospect, the seat feature was likely the reason he had the car to begin with and it created a lot of room for a lot of possibilities including what would come next. The next thing I knew, he was rose up and his chest was immediately leaning over and atop my back. I quickly grew afraid but didn't know what to do because I hadn't gone out that night to be with a guy, let alone be fucked by one and there were so many conflicted emotions going through me. He reached forward to open the glove compartment, he said he needed to get the lube out, so I guess that his leaning over me was kind of necessary. He wasn't in any hurry though and he lingered on top of my back where I could feel his rock solid cock wedged between my bare cheeks. With my eyes going closed in disbelief and with my breathing quite pronounced, I felt the intense quandary of a growing sexual stimulation and genuine fear of the unknown. I think he sensed my trepidation and with my lack of doing anything to stop him, he quickly took the lead. "It feels good, doesn't it sweetheart" he spoke, with his left palm caressing my face and with his right lube-holding hand coming to rest on top of my right hand to keep me in place. I didn't say anything but instead slowly twisted my head to the left where he let his hand wander fully across my face, pulling my lower lip down and placing several fingers inside to take control of my mouth, causing me to moan wetly with saliva dripping from inside. With his fingers lodged in my mouth, his body pulled back and he flipped the top of the lube tube free and gave a firm squeeze causing a cold and wet sensation atop my exposed nether region. With an audible snap, the lube container then closed and dropped away and his fingers began working the slippery gel between my bare cheeks. I didn't know what to say or what to do and the atmosphere was just so conflicting. At the same time and in the moment though, I don't think I could say or do anything, I was simply in awe and in many ways I was like a deer in a car's headlights, unable to move and waiting for his finger to go back inside my ass. My mind started racing in a million directions with my heart and breathing at depths never before reached when instead of the finger that I was expecting, it was his cock moving in and before I had time to react, his head had breached the ring around my ass and his cock was halfway inside. I gave a startled "No" and tried to move away but in the confines of the cradling seats and with his body on top of me, there was nowhere for me to go. It hurt even more than his earlier finger stab inside my rectum and the sudden act brought no pleasure at all. I tried to say something more, but the words were not able to come because the fingers inside my mouth were effectively gagging me to where I couldn't say a thing at all. I did however manage to expel a muffled but sharp cry of pain though as he shoved forward a second determined time and his raw cock breached even further inside leaving my unprotected ass filled with his cock fully inside. I don't think I could have gotten up if I wanted to and with my slight and young stature and his prominently more muscular body, distinct weight advantage and his will to make it happen, I was essentially bound helpless beneath him - I was his for the taking. At this point though, he didn't force things any further and simply rested there, allowing my body the chance to stretch and adapt for what was inevitably yet to come. 'What was yet to come' was the scary part and to step back to the time when this was happening, New York was a hotbed for AIDS and the city was just a few short miles away (in fact the sky was illuminated with the city lights just to our north). Additionally there were no treatments to effectively help mitigate it's effects - you can easily and legitimately classify me as being very afraid. At the same time though there was also a certain allure to where I was, alone with him in his car; to the atmosphere, with our bodies practically bare; to what was happening, his cock inside my ass; and to the act that was occurring, having sex with a stranger in the night. I was enthralled. With his cock lodged inside my rectum, he began giving words of encouragement which brought me a certain aspect of ease, telling me how special the moment was and how beautiful the night was to finally be together, and that he had been attracted to me and wanted a moment alone with me for a very long time. I must admit that he was having an effect and his words were not only relaxing my mind, but they were also relaxing my body. It is not an embellishment to say that his cock had grown quite large and there was a definite pain in my ass, not only from the initial probe from his sharp & rough fingernail, but it was now being exasperated many-fold more with my tight little ass stretched many times beyond where it had ever been before. Even with the liberal lube that he had used, the physical stretching was more than my body could take and I know that he had torn me in more than one place around his girthy impaled cock. His encouraging words continued as I lay beneath him with my mind entering an almost trance-like state. The feelings of pain were also being dissipated and replaced with the sensation of love and an inner passion, particularly when his cock started to slide out and then back in, slowly moving again, and again, and again... I was being fucked. The fingers inside my mouth pulled my head gently and further to the side where he then removed his digits and his lips pressed against mine. His almost harsh bearded stubble scratching my soft and tender cheek, an interesting contrast to the warmth of the words he was speaking, his kissing and mouthing of words of love and support began to cause me to have a much more receptive body. I also found myself now wanting it to happen and interestingly I think I wanted it happen just as much to please him - someone that was loving me - than for my own personal satisfaction. At the same time, I didn't really know all that much about the actual risks involved - I had only glanced at the occasional AIDS headline, never taking the time to read through the full articles - but I knew enough to be aware that what was happening was potentially dangerously deadly. With a tear appearing and being held in the corner of my eye, I gave a sheepishly meek request and asked: "Can you use a condom?" The tear slid down across my cheek. His cock continued to slowly work inside my body, out the majority of the way and then back in until his bush and balls were firmly nestled against my flesh and his mouth came alongside my ear, "I don't have any, sweetheart", and with that he held me tighter with his actions becoming slightly more pronounced. "Can we do it another time? When we have some? Please?" I asked, his fucking growing noticeably faster and more full. "But we're together now, sweetheart" (admittedly the sweetheart word was beginning to make me melt every time I heard it and I felt like I was 'his' and that I was no longer an independent 'self'). "Your body is telling me that you want it, baby. You don't want me to stop now, do you?" and with that his fucking became even more aggressive. "Please." I almost pleaded. "We can do it tonight, but can we get a condom first?" "Please." This time I was clearly begging. Without saying a word and without even acknowledging what I said, he pinned me downward affirming his position of being in control and continued fucking me - fucking me for a very long time - pounding noisily inside, pounding me hard, pounding me bare, his breathing becoming faster and his sweat making me wet beneath him, my body becoming continually more sore - but I didn't do anything, I didn't try to do anything, I just found myself taking it My ass was getting more wet too and I don't know if it was from his pre-cum or something from inside me, but it felt like my loins were much more wet than from the lube alone. As if to confirm and reinforce the wetness I was feeling, he gave a hard downward plunge, his loins tight against my ass, his cock full and deep inside my hole, his arms wrapping me inescapably tight, my body bound between his chest and the seat, his body shaking almost violently and convulsing and he yells right inside my ear. "Oh fucking God I'm cumming. Oh. Fuck. God. Take it. It's fucking yours." His cock buries inside me. I couldn't do anything, nothing at all. I couldn't stop it, at least not now - it already happened. I began to look around, staring blankly in every direction, not seeing anything, but then also seeing something, the sky glowing above NYC, the things I had read - or rather the things that I should have read. The thought of AIDS was going through my mind - was it now going throughout my body? I truly didn't know about the risk involved, I didn't really know anything at all, just bits and pieces at the very most. I was scared. He stayed inside me and didn't move - I didn't move. We stayed like that for what seemed like a very long time and I don't think he wanted it to end because he never left, then when he started pulling back, it was only to reposition and move forward once again, slowly starting to fuck me once more. I was so conflicted, so confused, so worried, and yet at the same time, in a strange way, I felt so loved. He was no longer fucking me hard and rough like he was before he came inside me, but was fucking me soft and gentle like he really loved me and cared for me. I began to sob softly to myself but not hard enough that I thought he would notice, unless he could see my tears which should have been invisible in the darkness of the night. I didn't know why I was crying and whether it was because of the fear and finality in what had just happened, or if it was for a love that I felt envelop me and thinking that me must be truly loving me, loving being with me. It was then that he held me once again, his warm arms tight and cradling, his loins gyrating into my ass, and his cum definitely squirting inside my ass - again. "I love you" he whispered. "I love you" I said softly back, realizing my sobbing was likely apparent as I spoke. Perhaps not sure about my reaction or the reason for my sob, he was quiet for several minutes before finally asking. "Were you a virgin?" "Yes" I answered. It was my first time with a man and the first time I was ever fucked. He kissed my cheek. As we got dressed, I knew that I had a distant drive to get back and that I would be carrying him for a long time along the way - much too long to have any chance of expelling him and the possible danger that I was carrying inside my body. I thought of asking him before I left if he had AIDS or anything but to be honest, I was afraid to know. I knew that there wasn't any real treatment and that there were people dying from it and I didn't want to leave knowing that it was going to happen to me if he would have said he had it, so I just left. Perhaps it would take more than being fucked once (actually being cummed in twice) to become infected, at least I hoped. I spent the many days ahead paying much more attention to articles and reports about AIDS with the hope of finding some type of assurance that I wouldn't have it - but I never found anything that made me feel safe. I had what I had, if I had anything. I also probably had whatever he had, but only time was going to tell. The only thing I knew was that I didn't have was my virginity. I left it in a car that night. I left it with him when he filled me with his cum. Virginity lost.

At February Cumunion party I took 8 loads in my poz ass and the last guy who fucked me loaded my cunt with his piss. I’m hoping some of the cum loads absorbed in me before his piss douche flushed them all out.

BF and I love piss fucking back and forth. Especially fun in the morning in between fucks (we’re both multi-cummers). Love the surprise of the warm as he marks me as his territory. Love smelling my scent on him after a hard rough ride.

So much this. ^ There’s something specially exciting about an under-shot where you watch a Top’s balls suddenly pull in tight and you see the base of his cock begin to swell and contract as it starts pumping seed. But I’ll also say that depending on the Top and the intensity of the orgasm, I would equally enjoy watching the Top’s face as he unloads inside; those expressions can speak volumes. Sometimes I can get off just remembering the faces of certain Tops whose lust, hunger, dominance, and overwhelming need for release showed on their faces like a mask, and I knew then that no power in this world could stop them from seeding me balls-deep.

I once went to a bank/office building and got bred, Over a storage closet sink, by a guy who worked security there.

Frequently (last time yesterday ) I am a self employed tradesman often working in empty properties , if I'm on site I'll always be on Grindr / BBRT sniffing around. If I see some local who looks interesting ,and he has told me they will take my load (I will always confirm that in advance - ie ask "If we meet I look to fuck BB and cum in your ass" ), ill lock up where I am and go fuck. Yesterday I was working in London , I got chatting to a very hot coloured guy , we shared photos and I sent him my "Show reel" on Watts app ie me fucking , pulling out and a close up of the cum oozing out of the bottoms ass. He had great photos of him being fucked by a big white cock , and the closer was his tattoo on his lower back , a tramp stamp there is always a sign of a dirty fuck. After I finished I headed over , I decided not to shower but had him suck my cock and lick my salty sweat from my balls. It had been a difficult day and I relived my frustration by fucking the submissive guy all over the bed , culminating in him kneeling on the bed and me hammering a big load in to him from behind. As always no pulling out , I pumped a thick load deep in his ass. I'm in bed now looking for the next ass to dump in

CHAPTER FOUR THE SKELETON I looked down and I had shot a huge load in my pant. Thankfully it wasn’t higher on my jeans or it would have looked like I pissed myself. I went deeper into the maze, farther from the light area, I kept walking even though I thought I was getting lost. As I waked down a path that was narrowing, a small opening caught my eye. I entered and went a few feet and found the Skeleton. I stopped suddenly! Sitting on a bale of hay, was a man dressed in those cheesy skeleton suits, bone in a black fabric, except this man was so wasted that the costume looked like his actual skin. He was literally skin and bone. “Afraid?” I shook my head no. “Prove it faggot” I walked until I was about a foot away from him and dropped to my knees between his feet. I reached out and felt for an opening in the crotch of his costume. When I found it, I slipped my hand in and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was growing quickly. It was ling and thin with a big acorn head. “Full blown, overflowing with mutated strains” I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly slid them down his shaft. I took him deep in my throat, until I was pressing my face into his crotch feeling his pelvic bone. I slid back until his cock head was on my tongue. A sweet and salty taste excited my tongue as I licked the head until I slid back down on his cock. “Taste the disease leaking into your mouth” I moaned with his cock deep in my throat. My mouth was watering. “I want that hole” I stood, turned and bent over, presenting my ass in his face. I felt his tongue dive deep in my crack and invade my hole. His hands spread my cheeks as he pushed in further. I heard my jeans rip some more. And at this point I could have cared less if I walked out with my balls hanging out. “This hole is fucked and so are you” He stood and slowly slid his cock into my hole. Our moaning was loud. Hell I wanted another redneck mother fucker to find us and shove his cock down my throat. “So sloppy, so wet,” moaned the skeleton He slowly fucked my hole as if savoring the diseased cum massaging his cock and my hole. He would pull out until his cock head was pulling my hole outwards, then would slide back in before his head could pop out. “My death is near” he said, “but my strain will live on in you” He was slowing down and was having problems breathing. He popped out and payed back on the bale of hay. “Ride me” I straddled him and lowered myself onto his hard cock. I slid all the way down but didn’t put my weight on him. He was catching his breath as I slid up and down his cock with my hole. Using my thighs, I slid my hole up and down his shaft as I watch his breathing slow. Panic set in as my mind wondered if I was literally fucking this man to death. He reached up and grabbed my hips and increased my speed. “Just like that” between gasps of breath I kept the pace; but knew I would be able to keep going for long. My thighs were started to burn a little. “Don’t stop” Taking a deep breath, I continued. His cock felt so good up my used hole. If physically possible I would have fucked myself on his cock all night. “I’ve mutated beyond medications, full blown AIDS running through my veins! My cock was starting to twitch as I heard this, slowly growing down my leg. I fought back the urge to rub it again through my jeans. I start to pinch my nipples through my shirt. My cock was now rock hard and the head was in the cold wet spot of my jeans. I squeezed my hole around the Skeleton’s cock and he reach up and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. “Not gay motherfucker if it’s not skin on skin contact” he said as if I really fucking cared. I moaned from the pleasures. I wanted to cum again so the pulsing of my hole would drive him over the edge. My horror of being infected had now turned to a craving of more, more infected, more diseased cum. “Keep going,” he urged, “my balls are aching” He was breathing more erratic as a cough fit started. Each time he cough he would thrust his cock up my hole. I reached under and felt his ball sac, it was tight around his balls. “Going to flood you hole with AIDS, mutated AIDS” I moaned loudly. The craving was overwhelming. He started grunting between coughs, signaling he was emptying his balls in my hole. My cock throbbed knowing I was getting his death seed. His arms fell, hanging of each side. He was motionless. I stood and slowly backed away. He laid there motionless. I didn’t even check for a pulse. His head lifted up slightly and he whispered: “Dracula” Then it dropped again. I backed out and left in a hurry.

CHAPTER THREE THE WEREWOLF A pulled myself together as I watched people pass by, looking right at me. I had tears in my eyes as I mentally contemplated my fate. My hole was throbbing with pain and felt like It was gaping. I tried to stay calm as my mind was screaming at me that I just let two anonymous men infect me with HIV. My mind was saying go, get in my truck and drive to the “big city” hospital and get treatment, but my cock, balls, and my hole was saying go find the werewolf. Taking a deep breath and forcing my legs to move, I started walking further in the maze. I was hunting werewolf now. The people in the maze were invisible to me. My cock was throbbing against my leg and I didn’t care who or what could see it. The more I walked the more I got lost in the maze. I turned a corner and there stood the werewolf! He was covered head to toe with a thick dark fur, which covering a muscle body. The closer I got, I realized that the fur was his own. His face was covered too and he was wearing a mask. The only fabric covering his body was a loincloth and it was rising quickly. A deep growl suddenly escaped his lips as I got within a few feet. “Trick or treat faggot!” He growled I grabbed him and pulled him into the stalks. Once out of site I turned and bent over lifting my shirt. “Eager to get a third infectious load” I waited. I had accepted my fate. It wasn’t long before his spongy cock head was sliding up and down my crack. He would pause when it met my hole then slid on. Without warning one of the crossing of my hole, he pushed in deep. I took a deep breath and pushed back. This time there was no pain and no scream. With each drive into my hole, I pushed back. He fucked hard and fast. I could feel his nut sack slapping my ass as he fucked me. I rubbed my cock through my jeans, causing it to leak. “You’ve accepted your fate faggot?” I moaned loudly, not caring if we were caught. “We know how to handle faggots like you in this town” He continued to fuck be, groaning and moaning almost growling like a true werewolf. I could hear his cock in my hole with the first two loads. I closed my eyes as I squeezed my hole around his cock. I was determined to milk his infectious load out of his balls. The more he fucked me the more I rubbed my cock. It was leaking a lot. I could feel my balls tightening. I was getting close. “Damn even after that thick cock on the scarecrow opened your hole, squeegeeing it makes it tight again” He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster, as I rubbed my cock head. It wasn’t long and I pasted the point of no return and I started shooting my load down my pant leg. “Hot fucking damn” he yelled, “your fucking shooting your load cuz your hole is pulsing” The cum shot out of my piss slit and I could feel it running down my leg, soaking into my jeans. “Your hole is driving me fucking crazy” A big spot was forming on my jeans as my cum soaked in. “Want my toxic cum?” I squeezed my hole again around his cock. “Fuck yeah” he replied He picked up speed and was driving his cock in deep. I focused on my hole since my cock had gone sensitive. Usually when I cum, that’s it, I’m done. So I concentrated on the pleasure his cock was giving my hole. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” He rammed his cock in and left it there as it pulsed and spit it’s deadly seed deep in my insides. I could hear his howling and imagined him lifting his head towards the moon to howl. “Got another strain to mutate with the other two!” I squeezed my hole around his cock as he slid out. “Your next fuck is from the Skeleton” I heard the stalks crack and rustle as he moved away. I didn’t even look to see where he went, I just stood up and left out hiding place and moved on to find the Skeleton.

I just realized it’s my POZ birthday next week, 10 years being charged up.

I cant imagine anything that could be more difficult that picking up pussy online (that you don't have to pay cash for) so for the Internet to be an efficient tool -you gotta stay focused -work ur demographics and eliminate those extraneous distractions. Having said that, in real life, face to face time, I totally dig hookin with M/F swingers or being my straight buds wing man and throwin a DP smash on some slut we pick up.