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Part V- Wrecking Mikey's Hole (1 of 2) Mikey was a top. He told me several times, very clearly, that he had tried being fucked and just hated it. Once, at the club, a guy had groped his ass and he had slapped the man’s hand. “Exit only, dude.” Not tonight. “She’s so tight,” Rob said, sweat glistening his grey chest furs as he sank deeper into Mikey. “Such a tight, hot wet hole.” Jerome was holding his cock inside Mikey’s mouth, and he took it out to hear from him. “How’s it going sweetie? You doing ok?” He feigned concern as he roughly pinched Mikey’s nipples. Spread in a sling, his holes filled with cock, smeared lipstick covering his face, Mikey looked every bit like a cheap whore. “Please, no more...” Jerome rubbed his shoulders. “Bruce, time for a break. Wardrobe change.” He grinned evilly at the cameraman. I watched as they gently took Mikey off the sling. Bill continued stroking my hole with his fingers while they stood Mikey up, Bruce never taking the camera off him. “How do you feel Mikey?” Bruce asked. Mikey looked dazed and confused, but he mumbled something that wasn’t audible. “Speak up, princess,” Jerome said. “How do you feel?” “I’m...” Mikey stumbled as he tried to hold himself up, his hands gripping the sling. “I think I’m a little buzzed...” Behind the camera, Bruce nodded. “Buzzed is right. Feeling thirsty?” Mikey nodded. Rob approached him and he jumped, scared the big daddy was going to fuck him again. Rob just laughed. “Relax, boy. I’m just giving you some gatorade.” He held a cup with GHB inside. “Drink up.” If Mikey could taste the G he didn’t show it as he drank it down happily. “I need to go home,” he said, once the drink was finished. “I need my clothes.” “Sure, sweetheart, sure,” Bruce said behind the camera, zooming in on Mikey’s face, which was now sprawled on the TV sets in the basement. “Jerome, do you have the whore’s clothes?” Jerome laughed and walked over to a pile of clothing in the corner. “I think I found just what you need, Mikey boy.” Bruce moved the camera over from Mikey’s sweat and cum drenched body to the clothes Jerome was holding up. It was a skimpy flannel microskirt. Jerome walked over and handed it to Mikey. At the same time, the basement door opened and three grungey men walked down the stairs, joining the party. They stood behind Bruce, and slipped their hands into their pants as they watched Mikey try to keep himself upright. “Put this on.” Jerome pushed the skirt in Mikey’s face. It was not a request, just a demand. Mikey stumbled as he reached out and grabbed the skirt, and started fidgeting to get it on. “Let me help you,” Jerome said, hiking the skirt up Mikey’s legs. “There we go.” Once the skirt was pulled up all the way, it was clear that it wasn’t even enough to cover Mikey’s ass. It seemed to accentuate his boyish stomach and abs. For a minute, Mikey emerged from his drug induced stupor and started to pull the skirt down. Jerome stopped him with a slap. “Not yet. Look at the camera.” Mikey looked into the camera, his eyes vacant, an absurd boywhore with cheap splattered lipstick and dressed in a fuck me miniskirt. “Turn around. Touch your toes,” Bruce said. Mikey hesitated for a minute, and Jerome slapped him. “Now bitch. Grab your ankles.” Mikey complied, turning around and reaching down and grabbing his ankles. The skirt lifted, revealing his aching hole for the crowd. “Now say, ‘Daddy fuck me.’” “No,” Mikey said, starting to stand back up. “This isn’t...” Jerome smacked his back. “Get back down bitch.” Mikey complied. “Say, ‘Daddy, fuck me,’” Bruce repeated “Daddy, fuck me.” Mikey whispered. That was enough for the man closest to him. He unzipped his pants as he walked towards Mikey’s shaking body, and started pawing the boy’s ass cheeks. He pulled out a gigantic cock, that had to be around ten inches. “I’m pretty big, darlin’,” the man said. “You sure you want this dick in you?” “He’s sure,” Jerome said, stroking Mikey’s back before he could answer for himself. The man nodded, spat on his dick, and started rubbing it around the hole. Mikey started moaning again, but his hands were locked on his ankles. “Name’s Dan kid, but you can call me daddy,” the man said, smiling down at Mikey. “I always like it when my girls call me daddy.” He knelt down and started licking Mikey’s asshole, his beard scraping at the boy’s naked flesh as he held the skirt up, exposing Mikey’s most intimate area to the light of Bruce’s camera. He turned towards Bruce. “I always eat before I fuck. Seems polite.” Grinning, he turned back and started eating out Mikey, who was moaning and enjoying the sensation. Jerome was leaning down and talking directly into Mike’s face. “What’s that man doing, honey?” Bruce came over and shoved the camera right in the boy’s face. Mikey moaned, enjoying the man’s tongue assault on his hole. “He’s...rimming me,” Mikey finally said. “But what’s he eating, princess?” Bruce asked, stroking the boy’s hair. “My assh-“ Before Mikey could finish, Jerome slapped him. Mikey’s eyes widened, shocked by the slap. “Wrong answer, slut. What’s he eating?” “My pussy?” Mikey said, eyes rolled up at Jerome expectantly, not sure if he was going to be slapped again. “That’s right, slut. He’s eating your pussy. And what’s a pussy for?” Jerome looked over at me and winked, stroking his cock. “Fucking,” Mikey said, closing his eyes. Dan kept at Mikey’s backside for about five minutes, swirling his tongue around and inside the boy’s pussy. Once he finished his meal, he rose. “I want him on his back, looking at me.” Jerome pulled Mikey down to the ground, then twisted him so that he was in missionary position, holding his legs open wide for Dan’s impending assault. As the man’s large cock poked at his entrance, teasing him, Mikey looked away, but Dan was having none of it. He gently but forcefully turned Mikey’s face until he was looking directly at Dan’s face. “Such a pretty boy,” Dan said, easing his cock into Mikey’s pussy, gripping his dick underneath the cumslut’s skirt. “With such a pretty, tight pussy,” he said finally, as he sank into him. Mikey, defeated, finally surrendered, and when Jerome let go of his legs he curled them around Dan’s large, overpowering body, drawing the older man in closer. “Fuck me daddy,” Mikey whispered. “With pleasure,” Dan said, and started power fucking the boy, taking his dick completely out and slamming it back in repeatedly. Mikey started babbling, screaming “Fuck me!” repeatedly as Dan pistoned in and out of his newly busted cherry. Bruce took a minute to lean the camera into Mikey’s face, where Jerome was busy feeding the boy his dick to suck on as his boy hole was violated by Dan. “You having fun Mikey?” Bruce asked, the camera hovering right above the boy’s face. Mikey simply moaned, muffled by the cock. Bruce laughed. “This is just the start, bitch. You’re gonna take every dick in this house, and then we’re gonna auction you off for the highest bidder at the Eagle. You’re gonna get so fucked you won’t know what’s hit you, fucking whore.” He laughed again, then slapped Mikey’s face for emphasis. Dan started grunting loudly, and finished inside Mikey’s now pussy. When he was done coming, he slapped Mikey’s face, playfully. “Good girl. Who’s next?” He stood up, letting the next man in line take his place. Bruce moved the camera to the boy’s hole, showing the cum leaking out with Dan’s dick. “Bidding starts at $2,” Bruce announced, seemingly to no one. Bill stopped fingering my hole and leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Aren’t you glad you’re spoken for? No need to audition like your friend here. Get me hard, princess.” Bill pushed my head down until I was gagging on his dick. Once he was completely hard he tossed me aside, and took his place next in line to rape Mikey’s pussy. I fell asleep, but it wasn’t long before I woke up to Bill’s cum and ass juice covered cock. “Clean it whore,” he said, guiding my mouth over his dick. As I sucked and licked, I looked over and saw Jerome savagely taking Mikey doggy style, one hand holding his skirt up while the other was alternating between pulling Mikey’s hair and holding his head up, then shoving it back down onto Bruce’s cock when he wanted to slap the now red asscheeks. I don’t know how many men were there. Maybe a dozen. By the time the night was over, Mikey had been fucked by every one of them. Bill, true to his word, saved me for himself. Without a word, as the night was nearing its end, he turned me over and fucked me one last time, depositing another load in me.

Chapter 5. Friday night, Sam and I got my boy blindfolded and onto his knees, face in the floor, and slid our fingers deep, lubed with so much seed, until we both managed to get out knuckles into him at the same time. He was primed to get double-fisted. We took turns going deeper as my boy moaned and sighed as we went deeper and deeper until his ass lining was stretched over both our hands. As if that wasn’t hot enough, a frothy ring of anonymous cum glided our entry. While our hands were buried in my boy’s gaping cunt, I heard the backdoor open. The two POZ cops were standing there, leering at us. They had both hefted their cocks out of their uniform trousers and stood right in front of my boy. ‘Take off the blindfold, boy,’ one of the cops ordered. The first thing he saw was the cop’s boots right in his face. Before he could even take them in, my boy looked back, first at me, his eyes sparkling, then at Sam, actually seeing him for the first time. He actually oinked when he saw the POZ man who’d been double-fucking him for a week and fisting his cum inside his guts. My boy drank in Sam’s rugged features and stubbled jaw. My boy closed his eyes, smiling, and said, ‘thank you,’ to everyone in the room. The cops managed to intertwine their legs and pressed their raw dripping cocks together. Sam and I hoisted my boy up and lowered his hole right down onto both their cocks. He was out of his mind. I let Sam do the lifting and slid down to the floor, savoring glops of stranger’s cum pouring out of my boy’s ruined pussy and onto those raw POZ cocks. My boy was so stretched out, I could grasp both of those cocks and feel my boy’s asslips squelch up and down over my knuckles. I held those cocks and felt them both squirt into my boy’s open hole. I shot my own load without even touching myself right as Sam shot his load down my boy’s throat. The cops pulled out with wet plops and suggested we get my boy ready for some real fun. The cops left, smiling at Sam, promising to see him later, with reinforcements. Sam had brought a backpack with him and handed me a buttplug from it. It was sizable, but not obscene. I got it lubed up with cum and slid it inside. My boy’s gaping hole nearly swallowed it, and it stuck out, his ass puffy around the protruding base. Sam smeared some of our combined seed and worked it into my own ass. I shot a big load all over the plug as Sam worked two fingers into my ass. Sam got my boy mopped up with a clean towel and pulled a red jockstrap over his slim hips. He gave my boy a pair of red mesh shorts and a matching tank top. I grabbed a pair of gym socks and sneakers and we hopped in the car. I drove, leaving Sam in the backseat, working that buttplug in and out of my boy’s sloppy pussy. As he toyed with my boy’s hole, Sam read from his phone, ‘Ten guys, lined up to breed you at the club, whether you’re ready for it or not.’ My boy just moaned in approval and anticipation. To be continued...

Grindr wasn't doing it for me Sunday afternoon as most of the guys didn't seem to want to hook up so I headed over to the ABS that's near to see if there was any action there. There's usually an interesting mix of guys, a bit of something for everyone. Truthfully I gravitate to the rougher nastier looking guys there more than the pretty boys who likely go to SMU, but a hole's a hole and sometimes I just wanna get stuck. As soon as I head down the hallway I can see two younger Latino guys hanging out together and know to give them a pass as I know why they're there and it isn't just sex. They like to distract guys and pull whatever they can out of their wallet. A few doors are open a crack and I take a look in, but for the first two its nothing I'm interested in. Door three opened up to a hot chubby Latino inked guy in his 20s or 30s who was completely naked grinding on a hot taller blonde guy who had his shirt off. I stepped in hoping they were cool for company and closed the door. On a closer look the blonde kid was actually a really light skinned Latino guy who seemed to be fending off the Latino guy's efforts, but not very much. Mostly he was covering his cock, which is never a good sign as it usually means a guy has a tiny cock and is embarassed of it. That didn't bother me as I'd gladly drill his ass and load it and it seemed thats what the Latino guy wanted as well. I'm pretty sure I'd played with him here before and he's a good fuck. I quickly stripped down and let both guys take turns stroking my cock as I started making out with the Latino guy and stroking his cock. I figured if the blonde twink didn't want me playing with his dick he might be down for me fingering his ass and my hunch was true, and soon enough he unbuckled his jeans and let them hit the floor so I'd have better access. As he did I realized the kid was probably tweaking on something as he had a vacant look in his eyes and really wasn't saying anything at all. It's kind of sad as I guess he needs it to work up the courage to come in to play with guys. It's not long before the Latino guy moves in behind the twink and pushes my hand out of the way and slides his cock up the kid's ass. I'm down on my knees sucking the kid's dick, which is a nice thick uncut 6 incher...nothing to be ashamed of, and I can only guess he's wanting to bottom which is why he covered his cock. The kid is making no noise as the Latino guy works more and more of his cock in his ass and I start grabbing his ass as I suck the kid's dick. The kid's dick isn't getting all that hard and my hunch is it's whatever it is he's on doing that. I finally gave up and stood up, moving around to get in position behind the Latino guy and see if he wanted to take my cock. With me out of the way the Latino guy more of less put the kid up against the wall with his ass facing us and was surprised to see he had a condom on to fuck the kid. Maybe they'd talked about it before I got there but I wasn't gonna wrap to fuck the kid or him. If he's the guy I'd hooked up with there before we both went raw so I'm not sure what was going on. I leaned in to kiss him and pulled the condom off and caught a glimpse of his grin as he let out a low laugh. We were both stroking each others cocks while I fingered the kid's ass and the Latino guy asked if I wanted my turn. I said I did and slid my bare cock in the kid's ass. I could feel the Latino guy giving my ass and his cock the spit and stick and could feel him entering me and knew it was raw. The kid may not have wanted him raw, but I did, and the kid didn't seem to be saying or asking anything about me wrapping or not. I damn sure wasn't gonna stop until I came inside him, and taking Latino boy's cock was getting me close to it. He was clearly enjoying fucking me and telling me how good my ass felt on his cock. I was getting close to cumming and I could feel he was getting close too. I'd rather have him cum in my ass than waste his seed in a condom fucking the kid, so I gladly let him cum inside me and within moments shot my load inside the kid's ass. The latino guy asked me if I came and I said I had and he told me to switch places, pulling his cock out of my ass. I slid out of the twick and moved so he could take my place and smiled seeing he was now entering the kid raw. Once he was inside the kid I spat on his ass and my cock a couple times and slid my dick inside him raw as well. He didn't ask me to wrap so clearly he didn't care and again we started up a rythm of fucking each other with the Latino guy moaning as my cock opened up his ass. I heard him softly say "here it comes" and could feel his body shudder as he orgasmed balls deep in the kid. I was so turned on knowing he decided to bareback the kid like he had me and was taking me bare that I shot not long after prompting a "fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah" out of him as I came inside him. I slid out of him and was amazed that the kid was still up against the wall saying nothing. We'd been at it for a little while and got what I wanted and was ready to move on and see if anyone else was looking. Latino boy started dressing too and the kid finally started moving, pulling his pants back on, saying nothing. I guess he got what he wanted but it was hard to know as he was saying nothing. Now dressed I slipped back out in the hall leaving the door slightly open almost knocking over a guy who had been listening by the door. He was a cute looking chubbier Anglo guy, probably in late 20s and smiled at me as I apologized for bumping him. It seemed like he was interested so I asked him if there were any open booths and reached down to play with his dick. He was already hard and smiled at me but said there weren't any, then peaked into the booth I'd come out of and asked if they were going to leave. I said I had no idea. I kept playing with his cock and as I did the chubby Latino guy came out of the booth and smiled at us as he headed out. I told the guy the kid still in the room was pretty out of it and we could go in and do our thing if he wanted. He seemed a little weirded out by that and took a longer look at the kid and asked me if he would join or not. I said he wouldn't and so we stepped inside. I closed the door and moved in to kiss the chubby guy who was unbelting his pants. "Suck me" he whispered and I dropped to my knees to do just that. I kept looking over at the twink who was now in the corner with his clothes back on, staring at nothing in particular as he covered his cock with both hands. Part of me wanted to leave the door slightly open so other guys could watch us or maybe come in to fuck the kid. Chubby guy had an appropriately thick uncut dick throwing off a lot of precum. I was lost in my thoughts on the precum I was eagerly swallowing when I heard him ask "you want it in the ass?" I looked up at him and said yeah and he told me to stand up. I stood up and quickly undid my belt and jeans, pulling them down and turning to face the wall. "You want it wrapped or no?" I said "no" not even bothering or caring to ask his status. I just wanted his load inside me. I could feel cold lube hitting my ass followed by his thick cock entering me, straining my ass wide as he entered me. He was asking me how I liked taking his cock and I got pretty verbal, saying how good his dick felt, how much I wanted him to cum in my ass. He had me begging for his cum and soon enough he blasted a load inside me. He slowed his strokes down but didn't stop and didn't pull out. I could feel cum running down my legs now and was suprised he didn't say anything about me being fucked before. Maybe he didn't notice or didn't care. I could hear the door creak open and another guy came into the room, a younger light skinned chubbier black or latino guy who quickly had his thick uncut cock out and was jerking it. He moved in closer so I could stroke it and the chubby white guy unloaded a second load in me. Pulling out he quickly dressed and headed out as the black guy took his place, sliding in me raw, not even asking me if I wanted it that way. I didn't care and wanted his seed too. I'd stopped caring about the twink in the corner, but he was still there, taking it all in. The black kid wasn't at it long before busting an explosive load of cum inside me. Saying nothing he pulled his pants back up and went over to try his luck with the twink. I pulled mine back on as well as I was pretty much done now, although part of me wanted to see if he had any luck with the twink. It was a short uncomfortable drive to the Racetrack nearby so I could clean up before going home. That was probably the best day I'd had at that ABS in a while.

Critical care nurse here with about 1000 hours of direct Covid patient care experience. More than enough first hand experience to know i do not want the disease and would rather take my chances with a vaccine than the disease. i've had both vaccines, my only known side effect was a sore arm for <24 hours. my peers that i work with have had similar experiences. Some, a minority, have experienced other side effect like head ache, malaise, etc. that they desribe as coming on quickly, and departing just as quickly after <24 hours. This is all anecdotal, subjective information. i took the vaccine, not because i believe it's perfect or a panacea, but because it's the best defense we have so far against Covid. i am chagrinned by the number of people with no science background who think they can read a few internet articles and conclude they know enough to not only debate with, but somehow believe they know more about this than people who do this stuff for a living. i sort of get it. This can effect you personally, but so can catching the disease. But don't fool yourself, that is an emotional decision, not one based on evidence or knowledge and understanding. Most of us would not think of questioning or debating a rocket scientist about whether or not a rocket will fly, but as complex as the human body is, some seem to think a google search will inform them enough to question and debate not just one micro biologist, but a majority of healthcare scientists (it's not just one person involved in making and approving a vaccine, or even a few). i know this comes hard to some, but when it comes to vaccines, most of us will exercise a degree of trust or distrust, not informed understanding. One cannot learn things like microbiology and physiology after reading a few articles, these are disciplines that take years to become expert in. Most do not understand rocket science and most do not understand microbiology. We stand more chance of getting seriously injured in a car accident than we do taking a vaccine, yet we do not think twice about trusting the engineer who designed our car, jumping into it daily and going full speed ahead. The thing about vaccines is they work best when used as a group vs individually. i get a flu vaccine every year. Lately flu vaccines have only been about 20% effective, which are lousy odds when you look at it as an individual. But if millions of people get the vaccine, that 20% becomes a significant number. Getting a vaccine is not just a personal choice, it's a human choice, a social choice. It's not an "it's all about me" decision. It's about all of us as a group.

Something every good chaser should have! It's a necklace I got from Amazon. LOL, why do I do these things.

Chapter 4. The following day, my boy thanked me for setting everything up. He told me he’d never have been brave enough to take POZ cum without my help. I told him I looked forward to seeing how piggy he wanted to be. I asked him if he really wanted to push his limits. He nodded and I asked him if he’d rather have ten new raw cocks in his hole or ten loads from strangers in his hole, squelching two raw cocks. He thought for a few seconds and said, ‘loads. Loads from ten strangers.’ ‘POZ loads?’ ‘If they’re POZ, then, yeah.’ He confessed that it had long been a fantasy to get fucked and used by multiple POZ men but that he’d need to work up the stamina to take on ten men at once. I asked if lots of loads on two bare cocks might help him get used to more. He nodded and headed off to work proud of him for giving in to what he wanted, and for trusting me to help him. I messaged Sam, thanking him for a hot session, and telling him my boy wanted to get double-fucked with ten strangers’ loads, working up to a POZ gangbang. I also told Sam that my boy had been able to fist himself. That got Sam going, and he asked me to meet him for lunch in a park bathroom he knew of nearby. I snuck away from my desk and was in the appointed stall at the appointed time, fisting my cock as I peered through a sticky gloryhole. A few minutes later, Sam walked in and greeted me by name as he unzipped and fed his POZ cock through the gloryhole. I heard him talking to another guy who must have just walked in. I heard him say, ‘Yeah, he’s collecting loads for his boy. No questions asked, POZ loads too.’ I felt his pace pick up as he fucked my throat, banging against the wall, ‘Like mine! This cocksucker is gonna get his boy POZ bred with my POZ cum! Again!’ He filled my mouth with a big juicy load and pulled back. I spat his cum into the jar as the next stranger slid his meat through the hole. ‘You’re sick, you fuck. Sucking cock to bring loads home to your boy! Bring him here sometime, and I’ll breed him myself!’ He shot his cum in my mouth and pulled out without a word of thanks. It tasted so good, I nearly swallowed it, but remembered why I was there. I only knew Sam was still there when he lowered his face to the hole and spit through it, I swallowed it down. He grunted that he had a few more friends coming in a few minutes and to hold tight. I heard the door open and close and waited a few minutes. Sam came back with two uniformed cops. I freaked out until I heard their zippers drop and they both took turns feeding me their dicks. I saved both their loads in the jar. When they’d gone, Sam let himself into the stall. He suggested we ask the cops over sometime to double fuck my boy for me to watch. The got me turned on. Sam asked if I wanted his load right in my hole and I told him that I rarely bottom. He grinned and said, ‘I’ll get my babies in you one way or another.’ He dipped his finger into the jar and ran it up and down my ass crack. If another stranger hadn’t just walked in, I’d have had to jerk off imagining those two beefy cops stretching my boy apart and feeling Sam smear his POZ cum in me. I’d sucked out four loads and had a cummy butt and was late for work. Back at my desk, I messaged Sam to thank him. He replied that he didn’t know the first guy really but had seen him taking raw POZ cock in that stall regularly, including his own. The cops were both POZ too. That night, Sam came back over. I blindfolded my boy before we took turns fingering fresh cum into his ass and then planting it deeper until we both fucked him again. This time, Sam was sitting on the sofa with my boy straddling his cock, facing him. I was able to squat and slide in; this meant I got to do most of the pounding this time. Sam reached into the cum jar again and fingered some of that filthy seed into my own butt. It all felt so good, but the sensation of Sam squirting his toxic seed into my boy’s guts was what pushed me over the edge. He took pics of our cummy cocks reaming out my boy’s hole, and then of my own tight ass covered in dirty seed. I kept sucking off strangers daily and getting that cum into my boy. And now, I fingered my ass with their seed as I sucked them off. By the following week, my boy had been filled up with at least ten strangers’ loads and wrecked by me and Sam together multiple times. My own tight hole had absorbed some of that toxic seed too. I told my boy that Sam was planning something for the weekend to take things a step further. My boy begged for a hint, but I kept quiet, telling that it would start with him being blindfolded and end with him more stretched out and more cum-filled than he’d ever been before. To be continued...

Just like the first chapter, this is a work of fiction, never happened, and is not meant to be re-enacted. Chapter 2: Shawn Joins the Club Two weeks after Shawn's conversion and tattooing, he came down with the worst case of the flu he had ever experienced. Fuck, he thought, he had an awards show to get to, not that anyone in the world would be happy to see him there. "How are you feeling?" John asked him as he entered the room. "Horrible. My fever is over 101." "That's good. That's the fuck flu, your immune system is reacting to the virus you had pumped into your body. Time we go get you tested." With that Shawn went slack jaw again. Fuck, all that fucking, the biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest, it really was coming back to bite him. Shawn went with John to a testing center for a rapid test, they were somehow able to avoid the paparazzi on the way in. Surely they would not be there on the way out. The nurse took Shawn's blood and put it into the test. In fifteen minutes the test result came back. "I'm sorry sir, unfortunately you have come back positive for HIV. A specialist will be coming in shortly to discuss treatment options with you." Shawn's heart sank. Immediately after the door shut John smiled, "Congratulations. You're one of us now." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Thanks to you I'm out thousands of dollars on medications now!" "Medication? Oh no Shawn we're leaving now, you have an awards show to get to. I don't want to hear you talk like that to me ever again. You had us pump this virus into you." Shawn went silent. With that, he followed John out of the testing center and went home to get ready for the awards show tonight. John had already talked to Shawn's stylist to ensure that he did not attempt to cover up his new tattoo. His suit today would be just like the last one, shirt buttoned low to show off his chest. When Shawn saw what his stylist had waiting for him, he his heart sank. Fuck, I will be on the cover of all the tabloids tomorrow, Shawn thought. But he was too sick to fight anymore, he just suited up and got ready for the awards show that night. He looked at himself in the mirror, a tight sky blue suit, black shirt, and his signature black boots, the slightest movement of his arms puts his new tattoo on full display. The second he stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet he was bombarded with reporters trying to ask him questions and fans booing and calling him all kinds of names and homophobic slurs. Fuck, why did John make me come to this, he thought. Thankfully, he was not required to talk to a single one of them. He doesn't think he could bring himself to answer any questions about cancelling his tour or what happened when the whole world saw him leaving that place in handcuffs and his suit from the night before. All of a sudden he turned to the side, he could hear John snickering at the humiliation he was putting him through. Shawn just went down the red carpet as fast as he could. He just wanted to be done with it, he could not stand it. Just get through tonight, he thought. It will all be over once the night is over and hopefully he won't be going to any after parties. With other celebs or with his manager. The dinner portion of the awards show did not go well for Shawn, a man came to his table and asked for an interview and unfortunately, with all eyes on him there was no way to say no. John smirked at him from across the table. "So Shawn, I think everyone here is dying to know: What happened a couple weeks ago that ended you being cuffed and escorted into a limo followed by you cancelling the rest of the tour? I don't think you're a bad guy, I just want you to tell everyone the truth. What happened in there and what is this new tattoo?" The man asked as he gently spread open Shawn's shirt with his finger. Shawn hesitated, he stared at John, hoping that he would tell him what to do somehow. Then he decided, that was it, Shawn could not take this anymore. He didn't want to hide. "This tattoo, it's a biohazard tattoo, it's what people who are HIV+ have. I tested positive today," Shawn told the man while everyone started to whisper. John was smiling and nodding his head. "You heard it here ladies and gentleman. You know, several celebrities who have HIV have been going all over the world talking about safe sex. Do you plan to join that conversation? It can be a world changer and has done a lot for their careers." The man said and tilted the microphone to Shawn. Shawn swallowed, knowing what he had to do. "No. My career is over. Two weeks ago, the night before that photo was taken, I laid back in a sling and was fucked raw by over 50 men, all of whom had HIV." The people began to boo him aggressively. "I'm a cum dump, that is my career now. You can find the video of what happened that night online. In fact, I plan on doing it again," with that, Shawn stood up from the table, buttoned his jacket closed again and stormed out. John was not far behind. "Shawn! You're officially one of us now! Congrats!" John yelled. "Shut up, just get me to the party..." Shawn stopped right as he got back out to where the red carpet was. There were atleast thirty old, sleazy looking men waiting with the back doors of a windowless van. John brushed past Shawn and joined the men by the van. Shawn stopped at the end of the carpet, he turned around and saw the last of the career he was leaving behind. Shawn's face went blank and began to step towards the van, this time walking slightly faster than he did towards the sling, but all you could still hear was the deep click of his boots on the ground. Once he was in arms reach of the men he was aggressively yanked into the van. The van smelled like piss and must, the men all took turns spitting on Shawn's face as he felt the van speed off. He was pushed to his knees where he began to suck all of their infected cocks, several of which were covered in warts and lesions. "Yeah suck that cock bitch. Tonight we're gonna recharge you while you have the fuck flu. You are done for!" The van pulled up to the same house Shawn was converted in. The doors opened and the men picked Shawn up and ran him down to the basement this time. It was pitch black but Shawn knew there were at least fifty more men. He was quickly brought to the center of the room and pushed to his knees, then all of a sudden the men took two steps away. His jaw slacked again in disappointment because he thought he would be sucking all their cocks. But before he could say anything he felt streams of piss all over him. He drank some, ran some through his hair, washed his new suit with it, and was disappointed when all eighty of the men had finished. Then he felt arms on him again. A light turned on right as he was being pushed back into a rubber suit. He was zipped up, strapped to a fuck chair, and a gas mask lowered onto his head to feed him poppers again. Man after man came up to fuck him through a hole in his trousers. Shawn hoped it would last forever, but it did not. Eventually, all eighty men had dumped their toxic loads in him. Fuck, he thought, they forgot to let him out of the rubber. He tried to yell but couldn't through the gas mask. He was to stay here all zipped up in rubber on top of his wet suit. Fuck, my suit is going to mildew if I stay here. Then he heard John's voice. "You aren't getting out Shawn. I'll send a few men down everyday to feed you, but you'll be down here for the whole week. Next Saturday you're booked for another awards show. We'll let you out then," John said as he walked off. Shawn stopped struggling. This is his life now, he is a newly converted pig. And he loved it.

I love how his cock pumps the load in the boy's ass!

@takemeuseme your doctor will not, I repeat, will not pick up that you’re using PrEP from routine bloodwork. He would have to request a tenofovir or emtricitabine level blood test (or whatever Descovy is, we don’t have that here). If he’s going around doing those tests for no apparent reason on patients who have never mentioned they’re taking PrEP, he needs his head examined. They’re not even routinely done for patients who are taking PrEP. But my opinion remains that you should fully disclose any meds you are taking to your doctor. The fact that you are a man who has sex with men is hugely important from a medical point of view. You should have all sorts of vaccines as people have mentioned here, and also a primary care physician is interested in what’s called your “social history” i.e. jobs, relationships, living conditions, etc. Because that stuff impacts on your health. Hiding stuff from a doctor and expecting them to do a good job treating you, is like getting a builder in to put in nice new ceilings, and not telling them there’s a big hole in the roof right above them. Are you sure this doctor, whom you say is a decent person and you trust, is that judgmental? Most experienced doctors have seen everything and are unshockable. You will not be the first gay man he has treated. And whatever his personal views, it’s unethical for him to let that affect the treatment he gives a patient. This stuff is actually governed by professional ethics boards and there’s a whole code of conduct he’ll have signed up to, that is enforceable by his professional body. But really and truly, if you feel you can’t disclose something to your doctor, to the point where you’re trying to manipulate your bloodwork, then whether the issue is yours or his, you need a new doctor.

Like several others, I think you need to examine your health care provider choice. Where I'd start, though, is a frank discussion with your current doctor. Explain to him that you have sex with men (you do not need to tell him, at least at first, that you do so bare). He may surprise you and be more accepting than you think he would be. If he's not, then take that opportunity to thank him for his years of service but tell him you need a doctor who can deal with that in a non-judgmental way. Ask for a referral elsewhere, but don't feel obligated to use that doctor unless you like him or her. Then, with whoever your doctor ends up being - this guy, or someone else - explain that you have sex with men (you don't say whether you're gay or bi, but I'd acknowledge whichever it is with the doctor) and that you want to go on PrEP as an additional layer of protection. I wouldn't recommend lying to him and saying you always use condoms if you never do, but you can fudge the issue. "Sometimes there are no condoms handy when we go to have sex and frankly we don't have the willpower to wait" covers the fact that you don't have them handy because you never buy any or pick them up. The reason you need a doctor with whom you can be relatively honest: such a doctor is going to be looking out for your health a lot better than one who has no idea that you engage in risky behavior. He'll know to test for things like HIV and other STI's, something a doctor who assumes you're not sexually active will not necessarily do. As for "on demand" PrEP - look in the PrEP forum for any number of threads about that. The bottom line there, though, is that while it's somewhat effective, it's nowhere near as effective as daily PrEP in preventing infection.

I concur with what my slut of a sub in training above has said. You find what you think is going to be an out of this world scene. The Dom is Hot, the piggy sub is hot, the set up to the scene is pleasing to the eye, and I am getting immensely turned on with the sub being restrained and aggressively used to how the Dom so desires, then the fucking part comes, and the Dom's Dick is covered in a rubber .... RUINED! And I too at this point just switch off. I can NOT watch porn with condoms, no matter how hot the actors are or what they are doing. It really is a major passion killer and a total deal breaker. I don't watch animals having sex on a nature documentary using condoms, porn should be no different. It has for a long time perplexed me as to why as also said above why there is so very little if any proper raw BDSM porn ... ARGH! Clearly there is huge gap in the market here, big time. And when it comes to FFisting, in porn or in real time, then my approach is the same as with not using a condom in fucking ... Ditch the gloves. Skin on skin, or it is a no sail for me.

Honestly? Get a new healthcare practitioner. You need to be completely open and honest with your healthcare, you are doing yourself a disservice here.

It will only show up if he does blood tests specifically for it, which would be a very strange thing for him to do. In very rare circumstances, he may notice a decrease in your kidney function, but if that happens, you will want him (and you) to know that's happening, so that you can fix it. But that would be very rare with PrEP. I will say, though, that honesty with any doctor treating you is always the best policy. It's much easier for them to help you if they're fully informed. For example, PrEP can interact with other medications that he may unwittingly prescribe you, if he doesn't know you're on it. If you don't feel you can discuss something with a particular doctor, finding a doctor you feel more comfortable with is a far better solution than hiding things.

Part 10 The slut was sitting in front of the couch, blindfolded, handcuffs attached to his wrists, dogcollar on, ballgagg already attached around his neck for later use, harnass, and jock to hide his tiny prick. You could see he was trying to make out by sounds what was happening arround him, by turning his head in all kind of directions. James was attaching a dogleash/whip to the dogcollar, to make sure Mike would know his place by using it to punish him. Hugo had organised all their partysupplies, and arranged the loaden riggs for them. The riggs for the bitch where kept separate, and the riggs for themselves where kept at another site of the party table. The 3 tops where not going to slam a lot, since they would smoke more, but still, they did like a bit of rush, from the moment the bitch would be slammed. They moved Mike up tot the couch, on his knees with his arms leaning on the back of the couch. You could tell that the G was working, he was already making rocking movements, in order to ask attention for his moving butt. Hugo did go to the back of the couch to attach Mikes leather handcuffs, and putting the ballgagg in place. The bitch was moving his head, in such a manner, that he was getting touched, you could tell he was in need of some serious attention. Dirk was checking on his cams, covering the whole scene of all kind of directions, and was wondering how he could make things more interesting for the viewers.

I had always played safe. I chose condom porn the few times I let myself watch; and, the even fewer times I relented to my carnal desires I insisted on safe condom sex. I was 36 and needless to say I didn't have very much experience. Really I was just one very shy and super careful guy. One Friday night after a 6 month period of sexual abstinence I stepped out of my comfort zone and went to my neighborhood gay bar. I nursed my beer alone in a corner and drank in all the eye candy. My eyes soon lit upon an incredibly hot bear cub. Once he entered my vision I couldn't take my eyes off him. Every thing about him was my ideal turn on. Dark curly hair, impish grin, golden tan, short trim beard and body hair in all the right places. His tight shorts and low cut white muscle tee showed off his beautiful body perfectly. I tried not to be obvious with my ogling but was not successful. He gave me a big smile, excused himself from his handsome friends and made his way over to me. I was delighted and mortified all at the same time. I was surprised my tongue worked and we were soon chatting about nothing in particular. I was surprisingly comfortable with this gorgeous young man, I guessed about 24, and we kept ordering beer. After the 4th I uncharacteristically hurd myself invite him to my place. We barely got the door closed and were all over each other deep throat kissing and tearing off our clothes. Naked he was the fulfillment of every wet dream I had ever had. He was soon on his knees giving me the best blow job and I was soon ready to cum. He noticed the signs and stopped, stood up and assured me 'not yet '. It was my turn to take his beautiful big thick cock in my mouth. I could barely manage this 8" beauty yet before long we were 69ing on the living room floor. Sensing I was on the verge of orgasm again he stopped us and asked where the bedroom was. He backed me in and immediately pushed me down on my back on my bed. He raised my feet over his shoulders in no time and was bent over deep kissing me again. I was breathless as I felt his swollen dick head touch my hole. It felt great. With only his spit for lube he started to push the naked tip in. I involuntarily took a deep breath relaxing my ring. I came to my senses as his bare head found entry to it's goal. "Aren't you forgetting something?" ,I murmured almost in audibly. He just looked at me with that incredible impish grin. "The condoms are in the drawer of my bedside table. " With utter confidence he replied while pushing in a little deeper, "I never use those. " Again my hesitant murmur; "I never don't..." As he pushed in to 4 inches, "Really!" My response came more as a question than statement "really?" As he pushed in to 5 inches he said, "Well you seem to be enjoying my raw man meat. " I couldn't lie I had quickly moved through the initial pain, "Ah ... yeah... but, it's not safe ... I don't even know you ... we just met ... and I never ..." "Just let me push in all the way. Try something new" he persuaded. My meek voice, "No fucking, ok ... just in balls deep... then pull out " There was no response as he steadily pressed in deeper. "Ok?" I asked Oh my God his big raw cock felt incredible and then his balls hit my taint! He couldn't miss the half grunt half sigh of satisfaction and he pushed in even more while grinning in my face and looking deep into me with his incredibly seductive brown eyes. "Oh FUCK ME! " the words came spilling out of my mouth. I could not believe what I had just said. To be continued ...

And that 20% success rate is primarily due to the fact that there are so many strains of flu (which require different vaccine components), and vaccine manufacturers have to project - with varying degrees of success - which ones will be circulating months from now, when the bulk of flu shots will actually be administered. In years when the projected flu variants are in fact the ones that end up in widespread circulation, vaccination prevents a huge number of cases. But even when they miss the mark, the reduction in caseloads is significant and helpful for keeping our health care system from being overwhelmed.

First things first, I can't imagine how they might figure out you're on PrEP from any normal diagnostic blood test. Those tests use specific agents for specific things and they don't show up anything else other than what they are made for. They won't identify non-specific drugs in people's systems so that's not a factor you need to worry about. You do need a trusted sexual health doctor you can be 100% honest with. If you don't want to leave your current doctor, you need to find a local sexual health clinic and get your full sexual health taken care of. That means getting on PrEP (perhaps Descovy as it has the lowest chance of showing kidney impact) and getting all your vaccinations - Gardasil for HPV and the vaccines for Hepatitis A and B. PrEP wasn't approved for "On demand" use in the US last time I checked and, to be honest, your reasons for avoiding a safer "daily dose" regimen don't make any sense to me. It would be far better to have a doctor you can trust with your complete health, but using a secondary clinic works too. Next Steps: Call the Granite State PrEP Hotline: 508-686-PrEP (7737) to get any/all your questions answered about getting PrEP in your state and here is a list of the clinics in your area where you can go to get PrEP. Don't forget to talk to them about Hepatitis A and B vaccinations as well as HPV vaccination. Whether you've had HPV before or not, you need it. There is no way to know if you've been exposed to the carcinogenic variety already or not, so getting vaccinated is only prudent.

I do still have plans to continue this. Just been beyond busy with work during the continuing pandemic.

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EXTORTION, SCAMS, BLUFFS and hot air! I've received e-mails that started out with the subject matter being my PASSWORD combination... although one I had long changed (maybe 5 years before?). The long and short (content) of the e-mail was a blackmail/extortion for something like $2,500 in bitcoins to be deposited in some convoluted way too alien for me. The e-mail claimed to (have had) access to my computer, my webcam and my 'many incriminating and lewd videos'. It was claimed that "YOU HAVE 48 HOURS" to comply or else 'humiliating and embarrassing' material would be shared with any number of random people on my mailing list... "family, employers, members of your community". It went further to paint a dismal picture for a frightened fool falling for a scam or a real extortion. "Imagine the SHAME and REPURCUSSIONS all this will have", and it went on to say "Some of your videos are really showing some strange proclivities". Now I have watched investigative journalism where predatory sweatshops in the Philippines had wretches 'not as cute as in the posed pictures' working hopeful sods across the world for con-schemes that would evolve into extortion and end with individuals shelling out fortunes to their tormenters and in some cases committing suicide... This EXTORTION (attempt) on me was a cruder bluff as I quickly figured. For one, the long changed password. And I recall some huge security glitch with a major company I had done business with. MILLIONS of e-mail accounts had become compromised and it was expected that this information would be sold to crime syndicates in batches who would then each do whatever 'SCHTICK' is their racket. But I had PROMPTLY changed my password then... and here it popped up as a reminder from the Vanilla Ice Age! And then I had not used a webcam AT ALL in many years... because I had caught myself wasting too much time, JERKING and playing and chatting and webcamming when I had work to be done. So NO MORE! Cold turkey! Sure there were some videos and LOTS of pictures. But... Truth be told, I almost felt like engaging with the BLACKMAILER (S) and begging them to PLEASE GO AHEAD on the threats and make me a reality porn-star. And if they could please do it for me FOR FREE! But FIRST I'd like them to consider if I could possibly sent them even better smut, SLEAZIER clips, my more recent 'upgrades' to the dark side... But then I had plenty other shit on my plate that week. No catty fun with Nigerians and other unknown internet entities! And as I expected, my refusal to play hardball chicken paid off. 48 went by and nothing happened.., NO SHAME, NO FAME no frikkin Bitcoins taking cyber journeys!

It's been a year since my last load!!! Right before lockdown. Bred, throatfucked, pissed fucked and used hard. It was amazing and I'm hoping the next one will be soon.

So much bondage porn is condom. It’s such a shame. I’m massively into bondage, and I get so turned on watching the Top restraining and tormenting the helpless bottom. Only for him to finally start fucking that little faggot, and out comes the piece of rubber. At which point I’ll usually turn it off. I don’t know why there’s so little raw bondage porn.

I fucking love father/son incest, I want to fuck my Boys so badly. Found this site via my son's browser history, so I think he'll probably be into it if I hit him up.

Hurt people hurt people. If you were hurt it’s encumber on you to overcome that pain so it doesn’t get inflicted on others

I feel you. I awaken and my first thoughts are to my cock and ass and the hunger they have for sex... It never ends, and the more your body gets sex the more it ultimately needs sex. For me it is a need, like food and oxygen.

Just gave a load to a 19yo twink in a public toilet an hour ago. Made the little slut beg for my raw cock and to cum in him

After 2020 being a pretty good load taking year given I was locked down for 4 months of it, I have been pretty disappointed with 2021. One of my fuckbuddies moved to Kansas. Another one has been too tied up to head this way (we hookup when he visits some property he inherited near me). The third one and I have kind of moved into the "it's complicated" area, so we have been taking a break. No one else on the apps or sites seems interested. That all changed today. I was going to be working in my office today which normally means just me alone in an empty building. I hit up a guy who has fucked me before on Growlr. He fucked me across my desk in the office. It wasn't a particularly memorable fuck, but I got a load in my hole. About 20 minutes after he left, an old fuckbuddy who I only see when he hits me up (he's married to a woman) contacted me. He came up to my office. He was nervous and in a hurry repeatedly saying, "I don't have much time." He quickly dropped his pants and stuck his cock in my mouth. He violently fucked my face until I swallowed a load. He immediately took off and left me to get some work done. Let's hope going forward 2021 has more days like today!

Its happened to me. I woke up one New Years Day at a friend's house in the basement to find myself in a sling covered in cum with cum leaking out my sore ass

Had a great day at WET today, I may be helping the raw scene there 😬 in the first half hour took a huge load off a hot Arab guy (pretty sure he pumped his cock with saline) huge cock, rough fucker...first n huge load, bout an hour later a 6ft + African guy slammed a massive load in my ass... Shower, spa, sauna...swallowed a muscle boys load in the steam room, as a big muscle bear grabbed my ass n blew a load over it....next a tall muscly guy...Eastern European maybe fucked me rough as for bout ten minutes in the steam room...slammed handheld his cock deep and blew...I cuddled with an older daddy bear for an hour, just kissing...till he grabbed my head and blew in my beard and down my throat. showered again...and I saw a beautiful Russian bear, huge guy...cute as a motherfucker...so I molested him till he couldn’t help it but shove his cock in my ass raw (after he said he only uses rubbers) he must of been close cause he pumped my ass fuckin hard..2 min later collapsed on top of me...both of us dripping with sweat...fuck he smelt amazing...can still smell his pits in my beard, he held my ass so tight against him and he blew the biggest fuckin load into my ass...he slowly pulled out shoved three fingers up there to shove it in..he said keep it in there....I want that ass again soon...hot as fuck thick Russian accent..... sooo good day in all....Late birthday breeding for me 👍🏼🥳🍆

Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...

Just had my first shot and scheduled the second. I work in health care so am lucky enough to have been in the priority lists. I would recommend everyone to embrace the opportunity when it's offered but I won't argue with anyone who's against it because, in my experience, they have already decided and aren't looking to be convinced; they are just looking for an argument. It isn't going to be quick but each dose administered will slow this down.

I have to admit that with some of his stories I am more invested in the characters and their lives than the sex scenes. And yes....very filthy. lol.

Yeah. I gotta second that. NphillyDogg is brilliant and filthy. Crazy hot stand alone stories and his series are fuckin bonerific.

Part 7 I text the boy when I got home and told him to meet me at the corner at 4:50 and I went on the site where my ad was posted and put up an ad for him. Young bottom neg prep free who wants to suck dick and ride it at the bookstore. Will be there tonight and need some big dick to service. I posted the bottom would be there at 5 PM and gave the address and pic of the front and his stats with a couple ass shots took a nap. When I got up it was 4:30 and I headed to the bookstore, got there early and cruised through I saw some older rough looking guys and two younger guys with tats also walking the halls and I wen to the corner and collected Daniel my little bottom boy and we walked into the back and ducked into a both, this time with two holes and I told him to get on his knees and suck my dick which he did. While he was pulled it out from my underwear I dick fed through the hole. I could see the guys boots and it looked like these 50 plus older guys with a thicker body, one of rough looking guy who looked like he was poz. Sunken face and thick belly and abs but still lean. I guided the boy’s head to the dick, and he sucked on that big dick that grew thick. I brought lube and poppers and I lubed up his hole and fingered him as I heard the other door open and close and one of the young dudes was there. He slides his dick through and long uncut not over thick. I grab it and suck it while I lube up the boy’s hole and guide his ass, so his little hole meets that uncut dick and it slowly slides in the boy. The young guy pounds the wall and five minutes later shoots his load in the kid. The guy slips a piece of paper through, it had his number and VL203,000. I was not sure what that meant but put in my pocket and knew he would be a good fuck later. Meanwhile another older guy comes in and slides his dick through and I turn the boy around and have him suck the new dick while I lubed up that big thick man dick and backed up the boy while I fed him some poppers. He yelped as the dick was thick and the older guy slow fucked him till he opened and then ten slams and he shot his load inside the boy. This went on for a little over an hour with guy breeding him and he soon had 10 loads and of the guys who shot six had passed me their numbers and what I found out was their Viral Load count. One guy had 856,000. Big fat dick on him too. We made out and then I walked him out and called an uber for him. He lived about ten blocks away and I wanted him to get home. He texts me on the way and told me how hot it was and hoped we could do it again. I winked at him via text and told him for sure! I went back in the bookstore and found a young dude walking the halls and followed him till he picked a booth with a glory hole. I put my fingers through, and he put his cock through, and I sucked his dick then he got up and I knew he wanted my dick, so I put it through, and he sucked my dick and then backed onto it and I fucked him till I came inside him. Fuck that felt amazing I thought as I pulled out and left.

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

"Oh Fuck me!", what did I just say? He needed no more encouragement. After a few fucks from his raw cock I found my voice; "You are safe aren't you ... when was your last test?" Still grinning, "Got my results 3 weeks ago. " his excellent fucking continued. "Oh good ... ... wait ... wait,and you are negative... right? " "FUCK NO " Silence on my part as his pounding picked up . As my voice came back, "then you are Poz? His grin and nod. "then you've started meds?" "Shit no! Why would I do that?" As I half heartedly tried to pull away from him he pinned me fast. "No ... pull out, get off me " I whimpered. But I clearly was not backing up my words with forceful actions. He bent down and kissed me with his luscious lips. I opened to his kiss and soon our tongues were entwined. His long raw cock deeper inside me than ever. "Please pull out" I pleaded, "I don't want to get infected ... I've never even bbed before. " Through his confident grin, " Look . What difference will it make now. You've already been exposed to a flood of my toxic precum... (as his movement began) just let me fuck you raw for a bit. " "Ok ... just a bit. You'll pull out before you cum right? What did I just say? To be continued

Part 2: The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet-covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. I snorted two big lines off the golden platter and once I did, Father Adelmo stuck the end of his uncut Cuban dick back into my mouth and started chanting, “JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY. JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY.” The chanting picked up in tempo and volume as Father Adelmo pumped my throat and one of the Brother’s banged my ass. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” the Father yelled as he stiffened, clutched the carved finials of the confessional window and grunted in unison as the good Brother swelled and flooded me at the other end. I tilted my head slightly up, which made Father Adelmo’s dick spurt his last drops onto the roof of my mouth. His head was thrown back in righteous ecstasy, the cords on his neck straining as I gave him a holy vision and swallowed his sacred seed. Finally spent, Father Adelmo relaxed, exhaled, looked down at me and set his hands on top of my head in blessing and thanks before easing his now semi-hard dick from my hungry gullet. Brother Roberto was not so kind and pulled out of my freshly fucked hole in one jerk, making me gasp. As the Brother’s seed settled in, Father Adelmo stepped out of the confessional, my curtain was pulled back, and Bob was there to help me stand. I was disappointed as I was hoping he had been the one fucking me, but when the curtain pulled back and another Brother stepped out, all I could think of was how to get more of dick back in my hole so I could turn it from pink and white to red and white - cherry vanilla swirl. Father Adelmo settled himself in a high-backed, ornate chair, as a Brother held the platter out for him to snort from, another set a crystal glass full of a burgundy liquid to his side, and a third handed him a long braided cord heavy with golden beads. Bob - the Brother Roberto with the jagged scar on his temple - pushed me forward and motioned for me to kneel on a plush pillow by the Father’s seat. I tried to sit back, but was kicked, so back on my knees I arched my back, stretched, and was rewarded with another dip at the plate of white manna to snort. FUCK! Each hit burned more and more, but the shit was good whatever it was and the more I snorted, the more surreal the situation became and I chuckled a bit. The ornate plush room, in some warehouse type building, surrounded by guys who now - more so being high - all looked like clones - serving a twisted pig of a Padre. Damn! The golden beads on the braided cord made a soft, rhythmic noise as Father Adelmo ran the cord between the thumb and fingers of his left hand. He seemed lost in thought now and no one spoke a word. He snorted from the platter, a Brother carefully wiped the excess from his right nostril, then with pupils wide the Father turned to me and said - as if we had been in the middle of a conversation all along, “The CRF19 virus responds to antiviral treatment. But due to its fast progression rate, those who are diagnosed are done so too late for the therapy to work and their immune systems are unable to recover.” My dick twitched and I moaned. The Father went on, “While my sources inform me the strain has now reached epidemic proportions in Cuba, so far, it has not spread outside Cuba, with the exception of a few rare cases.” There was another pause as Father Adelmo snorted some more, the platter was held out for me and when I only snorted two lines, I was cuffed up side the head by Bob, so I snorted two more. Bob set his hand on my left shoulder in firm approval and squeezed. Father Adelmo titled his head, leaned forward, held my chin up with his right hand so that I could stare into the depths of his brown eyes and asked, “Are you willing to be the lamb that brings CRF19 back to my children?” I nodded, Father Adelmo smiled, and suddenly the room was full of motion and energy. My head was released, Father Adelmos leaned back in the chair, two of the Brothers Roberto stood side by side in front of me - one roughly grabbing my left wrist as the other wrapped a length of golden silk around it then holding the free end yanked my arm out to the side. My other wrist was done in turn and together; the Brother’s pulled me forward. I tried to stumble, but fell flat onto the carpeted floor and as I did, each ankle was grabbed and also wrapped and then pulled and soon as I lying flat with a Brother kneeling by each of my hands, the golden cloth wrapped around their fists, tying us together like a shepherd and a wayward sheep. My legs were splayed; Father Adelmo stood over my head, bent forward, and slid his braided cord of beads under my neck, looped it, and pulled. I choked and sputtered and he pulled harder. While Father Adelmo was literally yanking my chain, a hard body lay on my naked back and a thick dick punctured my rectum anew. Being held down and throttled left me little choice but to take the dick that started to slowly push in, pull out, push back in. I then heard a loud snort above me and Father Adelmo began to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME. THAT STARTS NOW. HERE AS I MARK YOU AS THE LAMB.” The thrusting in my ass paused, the cloth bindings pulled taught, Father Adelmo kneeled by my side-turned head and I felt a sharp slicing in first my left, then my right shoulder, followed by him rubbing his finger over each wound as he said, “BLOOD TO BLOOD UPON THE ALTAR OF MEN, SO SHALL YOU BE MARKED. ANOINTED. BAPTIZED BY ALL HE WHO COMES FORTH!” The man inside me started slam fucking hard, deep, fast, and the only sound he made as he filled with me his seed was a soft grunt. He immediately withdrew, there was a few seconds of shuffling as the cloth binding on my right ankle was shifted, then someone else lay on my back and they too began to fuck. Father Adelmo had stood back up, snorted, and continued to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The man in my ass filled me with sperm, more shifting, another big dick and I grunted as this one was a bit thicker, but they were all long - holy hell where did he find these men? I just took at least 30 inches and was there more coming? Apparently yes. “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The chant continued to ring and resound as one after another the five Brothers in the room shifted positions in turn and each fucked me raw, and filled my ass with their gifts. I don’t think any of them had nutted in a long time as not only did I feel the cum flow from my hole, but they came awful quick. This was not about enjoyment; it was about service and duty. Brother number five was getting ready to unleash his contribution inside me when Father Adelmo’s voice grew louder, “I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU.” the Brother filled me up and pulled out of my ass and within seconds as the Father yelled “I BAPTIZE YOU!” I felt a hot spray of cum blast from the Father’s dick as he jacked off standing over me, coating my shoulder wounds, my back, the side of my face. He then took a step back, straddled me once more, and I felt the powder of his chemical storm sprinkled over me and then the golden platter was dropped to the floor and discarded, no longer needed. It was snowing in Magic City - a chemical fallout. My wrists and ankles were released. Hot hands pressed my flesh, mouths and tongues found the chemical adornment the Father had dumped on my naked and used body, and as the Brothers slurped it up, they mixed the white powder in with the Father’s cum. It tickled, and I was jealous, and I was begging for someone to fuck me! Someone - I’m convinced it was Bob as he seemed to enjoy doing so - cuffed my head so I shut up and the Brothers finished licking, snorting, and using my sacrificed body as a drug buffet. All restraints released I got my wish as the drugged up Brothers were horny and ready for round two, three, and four. I was hefted onto my hands and knees as one stuffed my mouth and another slammed his dick balls deep as he squatted behind me and pounded my wet sloppy hole. Rough fingers coated my nostrils, my ass burned from more chems shoved into my fuck chute. I was baptized, anointed, and made sacred over and over by their DNA. Some hours later Bob helped me up after I had been basted with Cuban cum like a Christmas turkey. He ushered me into a small room that had just a cot, washbasin, and a set of dark red, almost black clothes. Not black like the Brothers, but dark blood red like death. One of the young twinks from the chapel - now dressed in crisp whites and holding his head down in deference - brought in a small plate of food. When I asked him about the clothes he did not explain the whites but said, “The Brothers serve HIM! The Brothers are holy. They wear only black as a symbol of death and mourning for the lives we all lived and those that will be lost.” OK - yeah these fuckers were bat shit crazy, but hey, the dick was good so what did I care, right Dusk was slow to descend on the city, but as it did, Bob led me out of my monk cell to meet Father Adelmo who was confidently standing by the front door, his dark gray shirt buttoned all the way up. He smiled as I approached, nodded, and as he led me outside and walked me down the sidewalk, the Father spoke about his good works from the soup kitchens, to the hospice, to the daycare center and home for unwed mothers, and more. The people of the neighborhood all waved, smiled, and shouted greetings, praises, and honorifics as our entourage strolled by - the Father, me, and a horde of Brother Robertos. I tried asking the Father when I would get to go to Cuba, how I would get there, what would happen then, and more, and with each question he shushed me and gave a dismissive little wave. Fuck - like I was a child! I had come all the way to Miami, had let him and his goon squad drug me up, fuck me, breed me (well OK, I DID like that), but still. The least he could do was give me answers. I huffed and was set to start another round of questions when Father Adelmo stopped by a cinder-block warehouse, a Brother slid back the large door, and Father said, “Peace my son. Brother Roberto will guide you and it will take a few days to make all the arrangements - that is if you have the money? You do? Good. Go and get it and return here. Brother Roberto will accompany you.” Father Adelmo then stepped into the darkness of the warehouse while Bob cuffed me and guided me down the sidewalk in the direction of my hotel. Wait, how did he know exactly where I was staying? In my hotel Bob wasted no time forcefully pulling my issued pants down, mounting my hole raw, and soiling the clean sheets on the bed. I like a top who is verbal - he was not - but that big dick still felt great as he slammed me and so I begged for him to breed me. Clearly he’s a freaky fuck as he yanked his dick out, pulled a baggy of white powder from his pocket, and as I laid on my back with my legs up I watched as he licked his finger, coated it good, then proceed to finger fuck me and bump me higher. I was in heat and begged and pleaded and swore and prayed until Bob anointed me with some more of his seed. That finished, I opened the safe, got the cash I brought, Bob packed it into a backpack that he slung over his left shoulder, and we started back towards the warehouse. I was hyped and chatty, yet Bob deflected all my questions about the good Father with silence. Well the Brother Robertos/”Bob” might have taken a vow of silence but as I felt his cum leak from my ass I chuckled knowing celibacy or abstinence from drugs were not in his set of solemn promises. Even when I begged, “Please let me sin again and make me repent - right here in this alley,” Bob just looked at me all stone faced and silent and pushed me along. Damn him to hell! Back at the warehouse, Bob led me through the large door, into the dark cavern, past two Brothers standing guard with automatic rifles. Shit that was new. We followed the echoing voices, turned a corner and came into a room with a long, wooden table and a number of people hustling and bustling about. Father Adelmo was at the far end, he paused his conversation, waved us over, looked in the backpack fingered the stacks of cash, smiled, and nodded. Bob stepped away and left the room so I looked around. The dim bare bulbs dangling from the ceiling, swaying in the currents of air created by large fans hanging from the rafters, let me see that there were more men with guns coming and going and two others hunched over the table cutting open blue plastic bricks and dumping out packets of white powder. I squinted and realized the men with guns - in jeans, t-shirts, and caps, were Brothers Roberto. They had changed clothes. The men at the table sorting the baggies of powder were Brothers too and one of them looked up, winked, then went back to work. My ass twitched. I went to step closer, but someone put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turned, it was Bob, and he too had changed and had added a Miami Marlins baseball cap to his ensemble. Father Adelmo then walked over to me, handed me a baggy, and I turned it over to see the little symbol stamped in black on the back - an angel. Father Adelmo opened the baggy, poured some in his hand and held it up for me to snort. Christ that burned and I swayed, he laughed and Bob steadied me. I shook my head to clear my mind and the Father said, “Tonight, you will go with Brother Roberto and will sell these to my people in need. I also must see how far you are willing to go to obtain the CRF19 virus. Yes, I praise you for today’s service, but there is more you must do.” He tapped the partially empty baggy and said, “THIS IS A NECESSARY EVIL AND ONE THAT ALLOWS ME TO DO ALL THE GOOD WORKS I SHARED WITH YOU AND MANY MORE. THOSE WHO PARTAKE ARE LOST - FOR NOW AT LEAST - AND TONIGHT SO SHALL YOU BE. A LOST SOUL, A BODY WITH NO SOUL THAT EXISTS ONLY FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE DOWN, OUT, DRUG ADDLED, AND DISEASE RIDDEN. YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE TO REACH EL DORADO, TO FIND THE ONE YOU SEEK, TO BECOME THE SACRIFICE ON THE ALTAR OF MAN - FOR MEN - BY MEN.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Hooked up with a nurse once who had to be like 5'2, and whipped out a 8 or 9" rock solid cock. I had to hit the poppers hard that night 😉

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Anal Chlamydia is a tricky one. Many haven't a clue that they have even been infected since it can present without symptoms. To make matters worse there is a more stubborn evil twin that no longer responds to the standard one week treatment of doxycycline but requiring those infected stay the course for 3 weeks instead. Since it can present without symptoms it can go unchecked for quite some time. The best advice I can give and only because I've had it - is to know your body. Know its quirks, how it feels when your doing your morning rituals; do you feel empty when your done or is there a lingering feeling of not having quite finished the job etc. That was my only clue; went on like that for a few weeks. I just knew something wasn't right. Doc took stool, swabs etc; found nothing. I was insistent that there was something amiss. A couple of weeks later had the doctor do a 'peace of mind'/'humour the hypochondriac' swab and a few days later I got the call back that it was chlamydia and lucky me I had to take a 3 week course of doxycycline since it was the evil twin at my party. I've had the doc add it to my routine STD panel of tests so should I have another party crasher show up I might get the heads up sooner rather than later. Had never had it before and it's a tricky fucker that likes to plays hide and seek and even when you do get tested it evades detection ... so know you body.

Growing up in a straight lifestyle. Just after high school had a few gay experiences. During that time period I wore a condom when I fucked, for fear of aids. I was still in the closet and in a straight lifestyle. Fast forward still straight life. Got married and started playing around with a few friends. My friends wanted me to try barebacking. It was SO INCREDIBLE barebacking my friends. My wife found out and she later divorced me. I was still barebacking my friends. I haven’t used a condom in the last 10 years. I went through my seroconversion in January of 2016.

Not even that far removed from HS and I can tell you I already see this playing out. It's different being Latino as you add in family and cultural pressures to marry and have kids, so I stick out like a sore thumb even though I'm not out. for a lot of the guys who were closeted or bullies HS was the end of the line and now they're working jobs that don't pay a lot, already are married and/or have kids. I'll see some of the closet cases from HS cruising the gym and I know what they're doing. Sometimes they're on Grindr or I'll see them cruising a park and I know what they're doing. Their GF or wife has no idea they're fucking guys or taking it in the ass from guys. I mean...I'm not exactly rolling in money, but I'm at university, working and saving money, and don't have to worry about knocking up a girl and getting stuck with her and kids.

Seem to get some of my best sessions at the weekly Sunday afternoon naked cruise event at the local cruise club. They only allow entry from 2 to 2.30pm and it remains open till 5 (reopening at 7 pm for regular crowd). As usual this week, a small crowd of guys waiting to get in so they can get their clothes off and get down to business. I was one of the first into the maze and soon hooked up with a couple of guys standing in a dark corridor. Feeling some lube on one guys cock I not so subtly brought my prelude ass to his attention with the desired effect. The tall lean guy had a pointy beard and a very long cock, I’d guess 8”, angled slightly upwards as I like it. He fucked me for a long time during which many guys had crowded around watching, doing their own things (fucking and sucking) and in some cases attempting to detach the guy from my ass to impale their own. Eventually he did move onto fucking another guy as is the custom at these events and I too went off for fresh meat. During the next couple of hours I topped a couple of times and was fucked by another guy and I saw the tall lean guy fuck another 5 or 6 guys and, surprisingly, saw him bottom a couple of times (surprising to see such an accomplished top being versatile- he wasn’t just big he was a highly skilled top). Eventually I was in a dark room and was groped from behind and didn’t see who was slipping their raw cock in my hole but it was done well and was bringing much pleasure. In the dark it seemed to be the girth as much as the length that was filling me nicely. In fact it was the guy with the long cock and despite all the asses he’d sampled that afternoon he whispered in my ear how great my ass felt and that he was going to shoot inside me. By great coincidence and with no use of hands myself I came at the exact same time as he bred me. Seemed like the right time to clean up and go.

It was the late 90's. I was 35; married; 3 kids; a good boy, always trying to please; more (or less) faithful to my wife, to whom I'd been married for 15 years; providing my family with a steady income from my run-of-the-mill accounting job. And I hated it. Still I was reluctant to give in to my homosexuality, regarding it as a blemish on my character. But my hormones often got the best of me, and I ended up at the bars and baths—rarely—but with increasing frequency. I developed an affinity for blowjobs, which progressed to getting laid. I was always the passive one, the Bottom. Back in those days, to my detriment, I played it safe and hardly ever fucked without a Condom. After each tryst, I felt guilty and ashamed, but on each occasion less and less. And I kept fucking my wife bare. Just when I didn't want to go on with such duplicity, becoming more and more conflicted everyday—just when I was seriously considering leaving wife and kids—salvation came in the form of a new job, offering 200 travel days a year. With a generous expense account and a salary I'd heretofore only dreamt about, I jumped at the opportunity. Ironically, I kept our family together by keeping us apart. I became very creative at seeking out the most popular Gay haunts—the leather bars, bath houses, tearooms, rest stops, parks, adult theaters, and bookstores. I left no stone unturned. I grew comfortable in my new role as a kinky, if somewhat masochistic Bottom, a sometime Slave, but always the Slut. During my trips home, I played the role of loving husband fucking his wife, while cuming to reveries of Male Cunt. Sucking, felching, rimming, along with the ubiquitous Poppers became my daily regimen. I got fucked more and more. I developed tastes for spit, watersports, armpits, feet, and B&D and S&M. I loved Gay Sex and invited guys to my hotel rooms all hours of the day and night. Still I couldn't get enough. I started fucking bare on the proviso that they pull out. Of course there were the inevitable accidents. I knew I took a risk since I always bled when I got fucked. I wasn't yet amenable to taking Cum up the Ass, but more and more that turned me on. It also turned me on fucking my wife, sharing the risk, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as I pumped my NEG Gay Sperm up her straight Pussy. I'd hinted at an occasional Gay rendezvous, but never breathed a word about bareback sex. Gradually my guilt and reluctance dissipated as I sacrificed quality for quantity. I no longer had to strive to be a Cum Pig; I HAD BECOME ONE. I felt powerful and bad. I manipulated the Tops who thought they were manipulating me—into barebacking—in hopes that one or both of us would be inseminated with the Blessed Seed. And I continued to fuck my wife—with my Fist and up her Ass. How she raved about our new "open" relationship—the little Fool—my meal ticket to the family values so treasured by the outside world. I never told her how I'd cum to worship unsafe sex. The turning point came when I got invited to a party in L.A. I emailed the host and asked if barebacking were permissible. He wrote back that he and several buds actually preferred it that way. Sometimes they had special little get-togethers for barebackers, and there was one such Friday night. He never actually said the words “Conversion Party.” I told him I was a relative newbie to group sex. "On the contrary, I think you'll fit right in. Be here at eight, and we'll talk it over." Marky seemed an all right kind of guy—not pushy, just hospitable. He assured me I'd enjoy myself. And no one would force me do to anything I didn’t want. That sounded great. "But Marky, are your buddies NEG?" "Who really knows his status, Sport? Just get here early, and we'll talk." On my drive down to L.A, I thought a lot about getting POZZED. There seemed to be distinct advantages—no longer having to worry about the Bug was the biggie that came to mind. And the disadvantages were too morbid to contemplate. Maybe POZ was not nearly as NEG as it was made out to be. It was a little after eight when I rang the bell. I was stressed from the long drive, and Marky noticed it. "Have a cola, and let's share a joint. Help you unwind. I got some other stuff. Ecstasy, GHB, Coke. Just ask.” I took a few tokes, and he suggested I clean up. I told him I didn't do drugs, but I’d love to douche. He flashed me a quick smile. "Trust me. Chems have their place. They just make it a little easier to accept ourselves." Afterwards we shared another joint. We were looking at the profiles of his bareback friends as he chatted online. Marky whispered in my ear about how beautiful I was, how I deserved the Gift, and other bullshit, and gave me another cola. Foggy as I was, I didn’t think a thing of it. He told me he hosted a party every month or so. He usually invited 15 or 20 guys. Five or six regulars always showed up; the rest, depending. "I start inviting guys around 6 PM, by phone and on the Net. The party starts at 10. The guys who can make it pop in anytime between then and 6 AM. I'll try to get hold of my friend, Nigel. He lives right down the block," Marky smirked, massaging the PreCum pooling on my piss slit all over my dick head. I felt so warm and comfy. I lay on the mattress besides the computer, jacking off, watching two studs go at it on TV. The music was growing deafening; the room lights seemed to dim; and, overall, I felt quite pleasant and relaxed. On hands and knees I crawled over to Marky and sucked his dick. He none too kindly rammed it down my throat. "Horny Pig! Must be the GHB. You're feeling it." "But I didn't want to do drugs!" I protested, thinking of the next drug test. Actually, I felt downright evil, hot, and sexy. I often have a problem with the gag reflex. But that night, no problemo at all. I wanted him down my throat, but he pushed me away. "Not yet, Cunt! I know you want it, but not nearly bad enough. Time for a pill, an XTC. The GHB got you horny, but you're way too laid-back. Take this, and you'll be fuck meat for the guys when they arrive." As I popped it down my throat I exploded. "I WANT TO BE RAPED, DAMN IT!" Marky gave me a devilish grin. "Give it to me, please!" The doorbell rang. There was a commotion in the hall, followed by silence. Marky told me Nigel had gone to take a shower, and it was time for us to play. He knelt down to rim me and kissed me as he entered me. "My God, Your bare cock feels so good in me!" He gave me a joint and then his poppers. The drugs, combined with my predilection, had rendered me a total Slut. I wanted him to cum in me. But once again Marky spurned my advances and pulled out. He told me to turn around. I hadn't heard Nigel enter the room. I was astonished. He must have been 6’, had the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, the widest mouth, beautiful muscles, with an incredible 8 inches topped by a massive PA. He was perfection personified! I crawled over to him. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He was like a faucet forcing spittle down my throat. He commanded me to suck his Dick. I took a lengthy hit of poppers as he ground that huge tool down my throat. Was I imagining things or did intense Gregorian music fill the room as Marky massaged something up my butt? "Just a little aid to relax your pussy." But it didn't feel good at all. My butt was on fire! "What the hell..." I started to protest, but was silenced in astonishment as Nigel ordered Marky to work a butt plug up my ass—in tandem with his uncut Cock. Nigel was pissing down my throat, while Marky twisted the latex dildo in beside his dick. "YEAH, BOY! WE'RE GONNA IMPREGNATE YOU!" Show him the Dildo, Marky." It was slimey and BLOOD RED. "He's ready now, Marky. Cream away." Marky gave me another sniff, but it wasn't poppers. "Coke!" Marky grinned. "Like the stuff up your ass. You'll be a better fuck for it." Marky plowed my bleeding butt while I sucked Nigel's mammoth cock. He pissed again. "Yeah, fuckin' pig! Swallow my sick piss, you filthy slut!" Needless to say, I was preoccupied when Marky shot his cum in me. With the pervasive music, the twirling lights, Marky's tongue in my ear, his POZ Spooge dripping off my hairy Balls, and Nigel's massive rock hard rod fucking my face—I imploded from sensual overload. I started to cry. Marky spoke in singsongy, condescending voice. "Your first big test, boy; and you passed it well. Let's take a break." "NO BREAK!" I screamed. "I WANT IT NOW! I WANT NIGEL TO RAPE MY ASS!" Nigel took my face between his hands, looking deep into my teary eyes. "BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY AIDS CUM!" I didn't even hesitate. I searched his deep black eyes. "IF THE DEVIL EXISTS, NIGEL, YOU'RE IT. Just give me what you got. No ifs, ands or butts." "You sure, slut? Once we start, there's no turning back. I always finish what I start. So be sure. Be very, very sure." "I'm sure," but suddenly I was scared. The drugs were wearing off. It was still early—9 PM. I could make a break for it. As I watched Marky and Nigel prepare the sling, I plotted my escape. I pulled on my trousers, grabbed my tee, and made a mad dash for the door. The doorbell rang. Shit! Nigel turned and saw me. He tackled me, inadvertently bloodying my nose, and dragged me to the sling. My fate was sealed. I'd met my match. There’d be no escaping now. To add insult to injury, I had rug burns on my knees, and puked all over my bare chest. Dressed in black leather, an Asian twink named Tuan came, in, took in the scene, and helped bind my feet and hands and clean me up. Marky prepared another cola, adding a vial of GHB. He also forced me to swallow another XTC tablet down my throat. It was either swallow it or choke. Tuan took a sniff of coke, then sprinkled some on my soiled, bloodied handkerchief and held it tightly to my lips while Marky pinched my nose. As you might expect, Nigel plunged his enormous pierced black cock up my ass, Marky's cum the only lube. I felt his P.A. searing me. While Marky kissed me, Tuan sucked my cock. I came as Nigel exploded up my Ass. Marky felched me and we kissed—our lips a crimson kaleidoscope of cum, piss and blood. After that Tuan took his turn and dumped yet another POZ LOAD up my ass. The rest was almost anticlimactic. It was 10 PM. The party had barely begun, and already I'd been bred. More guys came in. I was only half awake. I don't know how many loads I took, but one thing was for sure: I got POZZED that night. Four weeks later I was laid up with the fuck flu. Feverish though I was, my joints protesting every move, I screwed my "shield of respectability," while fantasizing about shit holes and mancunt.

“Where’s your phone?” Matt broke our kiss. I pointed to the nightstand and he jumped up. “Pull your legs back and show me that hole.” I presented my cunt to him and he took several pictures. “Text these to me and you new owners, I’ll send it on to Sir.” “Yes Sir,” I responded instinctually. “Sir? I like that. You’re my sub, and I’m not even a top. How perfect.” “Just a cunt Sir.” “Fuck! I love this new you.” “Honestly I do too!” We laughed and I set Tom and Robert the pics of my wet, cum covered cunt. “Fuck boy,” Robert’s response came back almost immediately, “Your cunt looks amazing. How many loads?” “One away from my goal Sir. My friend Matt’s Master apparently wants to use me next” “Oh. We know.” “He told you?” “We’re good friends. Have fun boy.” “Thank you, Sir!” “See you in two days.” “What did they say,” Matt asked. “To have fun with your Master and that they would see me in two days.” “They’re gonna make you wait two days?” “Day after tomorrow. They want me to spend tomorrow getting bred too… another fifteen loads.” “Between Sir and I we can make sure that happens.” “Thanks,” I kissed him. Matt broke our kiss quickly, “We can’t get distracted. I’m supposed to take you to Sir now. Just grab some shorts and a t-shirt. You only need cloths for the car. I’ll drive.” He started getting dressed. I found the cloths I had worn to meet Tom and Robert earlier and dressed. I walked with my ass clenched trying not to let any of the cum leak out. Matt looked at me and laughed, “You’re gonna leak, just embrace it boy.” “Sir wont be mad?” “Not at all, he loves seeing a wet spot in a boy’s shorts and making them wear it proudly. You’re a cum slut and everyone should know.” “Fuck, ok. Well…. Let’s go.” We left the apartment and got into Matt’s car. I felt self-conscious, I could feel my ass was wet. I kept my hole clenched as Matt drove us off campus and into a small neighborhood. After about fifteen minutes we pulled into the driveway of a rather nice looking brick, two story house. After parking in the drive Matt turned to me, “Ok. Here are the rules. We don’t get clothes in the house so we’ll strip off as soon as we’re in. You only speak to Sir when spoken to, and you always refer to him as Sir. I don’t know exactly what he has planned but, I know he’ll use your cunt good if you give in and let him.” I took a deep breath, “Lets go.” “Good pig.” He kissed me and we got out of the car.

I'd only quibble with the first sentence of this paragraph because speaking both genetically anatomically, this is false. We tend to assume penis+testicles = male, vagina+uterus+ovaries = female, just as we tend to assume that people with XX chromosomes on the 23rd pair are female and XY chromosomes are male. But it's far more complex than that. First a quick primer: genotype refers to the genetic coding that describes the makeup of the individual. Specifically, there are genes on the 23rd pair of chromosomes which under most circumstances render us (genetically) male or female. Phenotype refers to the physical characteristics expressed as a result of those genes (genitalia, secondary sex characters such as body hair patterns, facial hair, etc.). From the genetic (genotype) perspective, there are certainly XX females and XY males, but there are numerous variants of these, as well. There are XX males (and apparently there is more than one variant of this genetic condition, producing different phenotypes. There are XY people who, due to the mutation of other genes within the genome, develop female genitalia. There are XXY and XYY individuals, who have an extra X or Y gene, respectively. There are even individuals whose genome is expressed as XXXY. Many of these situations are referred to by particular names (ie "Kleinfelder's Syndrome"), but we're learning that even within a particular genotype there may be other factors that further affect development. I'm sure there are others I haven't covered. But the point is, these are all *genotype* issues - and *phenotype* (that is, visually apparently male or female) is an entirely different kettle of fish. For starters, there are intersex individuals, born with ambiguous genitalia, and we know this can result from more than one genotypic condition. We know that sometimes the phenotype expressed does not exactly correspond to the genotype of the individual - that is, the genotype may suggest female, but the phenotype presents male. And this is just with us scratching the surface of genetics' intersection with gender and sex. Side, tangentially related note: studies with one of our most common songbirds, the White-throated Sparrow, show that it effectively has FOUR sexes - two "male" and two "female". There are two color morphs of the bird, and what we've learned is that the section of genes that control the color differences also apparently control a range of behaviors and other features, with the result that males of morph A mate almost exclusively with females of morph B, and vice versa. Two A's or two B's, even if one is male and one is female, rarely mate and procreate. This suggests that for some species, at least, there's a lot more going on linked with those X and Y chromosomes, and possibly lots of other things are tied in with the entire notion of sex and gender.

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Daniel took his time, luxiating in the young mans once virgin ass while the last of his seed drained from his softening prick into the receptive hole. "so much tension here Andy you really should stop by more often" he smiled as he gently massaged Andys hips and glutes. Daniel found his victims consistently managed to take his seed deeper if he stayed inside a little longer and they remained relaxed, so he continued his gentle ministrations to the hot throb of Andys stretched cunt. holding the camera steady has he had so many times before, Daniel gently pulled his cock from the boy and was rewarded with Andys pink gaped bud, glistening with lube, but with any trace of Daniels seed nested deep inside. He gently set the camera aside, replaced the towel on the boys now well fucked ass, and left to store the footage for later sale. "wakey wakey" Daniel announced to the room as Andy sighed deeply and rolled onto his back. "It looks like you dozed off buddy, not to worry though it happens sometimes" Daniel studied the boy as he sheepishly fetched his clothes. As Andy gushed about how well his shoullder felt, and his overall experience, Daniels mind wandered to the load sloshing around in the boys ass. He could spend all week filling that ass with seed over and over, stretching the boy to fit his prick perfectly, and then sending him home to his doting wife. "how about we schedule an appointment for next week?" Daniel offered, as Andy obliged just as welcomingly as his puffy hole had accepted the masseuses generous prick only a few hours ago. As the clock ticked toward midnight, Daniel finished editing the last footage of Andys virgin ass as it obediently gulped his hot load, and finished clearing his email before being reminded of a new apprentice he was expecting the next morning. a blue eyed teen named Asher had just graduated from highschool and was eager to enter the field. Daniel paused for a moment and scrolled through his shockingly large collection of footage. Another talented costar would make for quite a bit more footage, and quite a bit more cash if not a whole lot more fun. The only challenge was motivating the kid to perform. Daniel wanted something...versatile. Easily able to accomodate any scene. As the morning commute back to the spa gave way to the empty parking lot, Daniel waved to a shaggy haired teenager standing at the door. "Daniel?" Asher asked with a smile, offering his hand. "Daniel!" the older man smiled back, eagerly shaking the boys hand. "and its Asher i presume?" Daniel sized the young man up. The more he studied, the more certain he became that Asher was going to net him a tidy sum. "its ash." The boy smiled, as Daniel ushered him into the lobby. "of course! ash. Well why dont we start with the grande tour. You need to become familiar with the facilities amenities first and foremost. feel free to have a look around. Are you a coffee or tea guy?" Daniel made his way to the small drink trolly without so much as a second thought. "Coffee" Asher nodded politely, as Daniel returned to the boy with a fresh hot cup and began explaining the daily routines, the boy sipped away. "The human body" Daniel lectured, "thats what we focus on here. You know it might just seem like a bunch of bones and meat, but theres actually quite a bit to it." Daniel turned the corner and presented the boy with an opulent shower room. "some of our guests prefer to shower off before or after. You need to get familiar with it as its pretty common for people to get confused by all the knobs." The glassy eyed boy nodded, squinting at the immaculate tile and chrome. "Well then, come on..." Daniel began stripping his shirt off as Asher looked on confused. "the shower...look Ash if you're uncomfortable with the human form this job is going to be rather difficult." Daniels lecture slowly resonated with the teen as he began stripping his clothes off. "there we go" Daniel eyed the boys toned abs and shoulders, tapering neatly to his semihard cock as the cup of morning blend Daniel prepared did its work. "hot" Daniel took ashers hand and placed it on a knob. "and cold" guiding the boys other hand accordingly. Asher turned the knobs, dancing about as the numerous showerheads came to life, until finallly bringing the water to temperature. "all set?" Daniel smiled. "uh huh" Asher panted, visibly disoriented as he braced himself against the wall of the shower, his thick teenage cock bobbing in front of him. Daniel pumped a glob of bodywash and began exploring Asher fully. "Nothing like hot water and steam to ease the tension. Feels nice?" Daniel continued rubbing the boys chest and shoulders, eliciting a calm moan. "Ill teach you to use these techniques at your own pace, but for now try to pay attention." Daniels strong hands began to massage and part the boys firm ass. "did you know..." Daniel stepped momentarily from the warmth of the shower to procure a greasy wad of laced lube on his fingers "This is a muscle too?" Daniel greedily smeared the boys hole with the powerful goo, teasing it into him with his fingertips as Asher squirmed in front of him. "Pay attention" Daniel pushed his finger into the boys ass. "tell me what you feel." Asher looked behind him in embarassment, as daniel wriggled his finger. Asher winced and as the powerful drug entered his body, pulling back as Daniel continued working the goo into the boys virgin hole. As the drug entered Asher the squirming abated and his hips instinctively advanced toward Daniels hand. "thats it, there we go. feeling nice and warm? The first parts always a little scary Ash. most boys never massage this.." Daniel slid another digit inside and pushed intensely against the teens prostate. "oh fuck..." Ash groaned, as Daniel ignored the boy and continued working his hole. "Here, this will go a lot easier if..." Daniel slowly guided the dazed teens fingers to his dripping cock, "you stroke...up and down for me Ash" Daniel watched as the boy wrapped his slim fingers around his pulsing rod and as commanded, began pumping his fist up and down his prick. "theres a boy, up and down. make it feel nice." Daniel pulled his fingers from the boy and nestled his hard wet cockhead against the teens greasy ring. "mm..noo" Ashers head lolled over his shoulder at Daniel. The boys body knew the primal, forbidden touch of the older mans cockhead against his hole and just as soon as it registered, Daniel stepped closer to the boy. "Yes." He whispered as the smooth head of his prick pierced the teens tight hole. Asher gasped as the whole of the older mans long warm cock slipped neatly inside him, his balls gently resting against the teens firm cheeks. "there we are ash. Are you paying attention?" Daniel began gently fucking, the moist slap of flesh and the teens own panting echoing against the shower walls. What was to be his first day on the job had now turned into a humiliating rape as the boys own body betrayed him and eagerly welcomed Daniels powerful cock inside, "Do you feel me inside Ash?" Daniels strokes were now cleanly entering and exiting the boys relaxed hole in loud slurps. "yes..." Asher sobbed gently. "good. Its pretty darn hard to forget the first time you get fucked Ash but its important you learn how to." Daniel intensified his thrusts, eliciting a groan from the boy. "will you cum for me ash? I bet those big balls are full of spunk." Ash looked down as his hand continued pumping his dick yet to no avail. "i cant" Asher whispered. "Whats that boy?" Daniel felt the cum boiling in his own balls, the teens relentless gripping ass milking him greedily. "I cant cum" Asher blurted in embarassment. "oh dont worry about it then Ash, sometimes the tina makes it a little hard to get there but We'll pump a load out of you, dont you worry." Daniel guided Ashers hands to his ass and coaxed the teen to spread himself lewdly for the older man. "Here it comes Ash" Daniel pushed deep and sighed as his balls began pumping the teen full. Asher stood confused for a moment and, realizing what Daniel was doing, began to squirm. "nonono, just relax. let it pump into you. let your body take it inside" Daniels gripped the boys hips firmly and held him in place, slowly emptying his balls. "perfect. Youre doing great so far Ash!" Daniel smiled at the weary teen as he pulled his tool from the boys body and shut off the water. "here ya go" Daniel tossed a fresh towel to the teen. "We've got one more stop to make today Ash and then I think we might be done."

A few days ago, I had my first bareback experience with a little help from my friend tina (crystal meth). For most of my life, I've always played the good boy...but I recently discovered how hot sex can be with a little chemical help (better living through chemistry, anyone?). I had a few days off from work, so after I woke up in the morning, I logged on to A4A to see if I could find some fun. I'm 25, 6', with a really nice gym-toned body. I was poking around in the NYC rooms when a hot top privated me and asked if I liked getting my ass totally eaten out and then fucked. I immediately said yes. We swapped pics, and god, what a fucking stud. He was 37, 5'10", 180 lbs. of solid muscle. He had this beautiful 8" cock, nice and thick...but the best part was the man upward curve that was clear in the pic. I prep’d myself with a few assps of tina before leaving my apartment and walked the few blocks over to his place. When I got there, we immediately went to his bedroom and got naked. He bent me over and started checking out my hole. He slapped my ass really hard a few times which got my cock rock hard, pushing me face down on the bed and burying his face in my ass, his tongue just working away at my hole. After a little while, he lay on the bed and had me sit right down on his face as his tongue continued to lick and tease at my hole. While he worked at my hole with his tongue, I bent over and started tried to lick his huge cock. For all of its amazing length and girth, I could barely reach it, so I repositioned myself with his cock nuzzled in my crack, teasing my hole. I was so horned up the inside of my hole was itching. He reached over to the night table grabbing the bottle of lube, reached between my legs, slowly working his slippery fingers up my hole. He took some more lube and coated his cock. We rocked back and forth a bit with his cock massaging my ass lips, his precum drooling out of his cockhead, and coating my crack. Clearly, I was ready to be fucked, and he was game. When we had chatted earlier in the morning, I had made it very, very clear that I never barebacked. He had told me that he was cool either way and that fucking with condoms was fine with him, but sitting there, with my hole totally ready and his rock hard cock all lubed up for me, I couldn't resist. I reached back, grabbed his cock, placing the head against my hole, and maneuvering myself so it entered me - just a tiny bit, mind you, but definitely the harbinger of better things. He arched his back and gave me a questioning smile, but didn't say a word. I let his cockhead rest inside my hole for a moment. Then I slowly let myself down onto the rest of his huge, curved pole. When I had him totally inside me, I bent over and planted a kiss on his lips. He smiled at me and slowly thrust his hips forward. I responded by slowly clenching my ass muscles tightly around his huge piece, and he responded with a very happy sigh. He leaned forward and embraced me, and without letting his cock slip out, gently lowered me to the bed and put my legs up on his shoulders. When he was sure I was comfortable, he started to thrust in and out of my hole. When he realized that I was ready for him, he started to fuck me hard and fast. I responded by bucking my ass up towards him. Each time he pushed his cock back in, I would clench my ass muscles to make his ride as tight and sweet as I could. Suddenly, he pushed his cock all the way into me and flipped me on my side, continuing to pound away at my hole. I was so turned-on I was moaning and groaning like a pig in heat. He flipped me over on my stomach and started pounding some more. That mean curve on his cock was hitting all the right spots up my ass. Naturally I was having a fucking ball! He suddenly pulled me up into the doggy position and started pounding even faster and harder than before. Suddenly, he shoved his cock deep inside me and I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep inside my ass. I was actually a little sad that he had cum, since I wanted more, but to my delight, when, in a few seconds he slid his cock out, it was still rock hard! He got some more lube, slapped it on my hole, and slid his cock right back in my now wet and well-stretched hole. He continued to fuck me hard and furiously. We kept switching positions (which made me very, very happy since the curve of his dick hit different spots) and after another 15 minutes or so of fucking, he shot another hot load up my hole. Finally, he lay down on his back and I got on top and rode his pole like a bronco rider. I jacked my cock and eventually shot a huge load all over his stomach and chest right as he shot his third and final load up my ass. When I turned and looked at the clock next to his bed, I realized that he had fucked my hole for almost two hours, non-stop. That was my first barebacking experience, and I can't wait to get more!!!