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Part 3 I followed the Asian guy into the toilet, noticing for the first time a biohazard tattoo at the base of his spine and again feeling the fear and excitement. The toilet was busy with people pissing and sucking. Wordlessly, they pushed me over to the basin and bent me forward. There was an old, cracked mirror facing me. In it I saw my face, flushed and eyes bright and beyond it my upraised buttocks. There were eager faces all round us and from the grins and winks, I guessed many of them knew what was happening to me. The balding guy got behind me and I heard him say “Give him some poppers. He’ll need them!” Someone produced a bottle and made me sniff deeply. As the rush hit me, I felt a stab of something blunt against my arsehole. It was huge! I yelped and looked in the mirror to see the scorpion tattooed guy behind me, cock in hand, pushing the metal-ringed tip into my hole. More poppers and then it began to open me up. Would it ever stop? How could I take it? And then, with a brutal shove, the blunt, slimey head and ring burst into me followed by the delicious, slippery rush of the shaft until I was impaled and clinging onto the basins helplessly. He began to move slowly in and out. Each time my hole relaxed a little more until he was able to kick my legs apart and sink right up me. I gasped with pleasure and lay there helplessly as he buggered me. In the mirror, I could see faces peering down to watch the monster cock fucking me and it looked like a vision from hell as they licked their lips and egged him on. “Fuck It!” “Give it to him! “Bastard’s loving it.” Slowly, methodically then faster and faster he worked his way towards a climax. I knew I was being impregnated for sure this time, but I was helpless to resist. He was gasping now and his huge cock was ramming deep in me with every thrust. “Cumming!” He gasped and pushed as deep into me as he could. I felt his cock pulse and he grunted loudly as he spurted. Then he shuddered and laughed. “Phew! That was nice” Everyone jostled round to watch his massive, wet cock slide out of me and I felt my body sag as it flopped out. I was exhausted as I lay there over the basin, my gaping hole wet and dripping with cum. The Asian guy ruffled my hair and bent forward to kiss me. “Good boy,” he said. “Join the club” Then they left laughing together. Before I could move, I felt bodies pressing against me and various fingers slid up my puffy hole. “Yeah, he spunked up him alright.” I went to get up, but hands held my shoulders down. Someone said. “Not so fast. There’s plenty more here for you.” Before I could protest, I felt a flabby, wet body against my thighs and a long, thin cock slid easily up inside me. In the mirror I saw the grinning face of an old, bald man with earrings and sagging cheeks as he fucked me and I groaned with disgust but just lay there as he buggered me and then I felt the piss splash over me from the other men and sank into depravity…

There is a park near me in Detroit that is popular for cruising. Parked where there were several cars and walked in using other into woods. First guy I saw was running his cock and he knew I was a pussy bottom. I walked over and stroked his cock and he pushed me down to suck his cock. He immediately started playing with my hole so I pushed my shorts down. He turned me around and started fucking me against a tree and then he said hold on somebody’s coming. So we both kind of stood up. So my back is to the second guy and I am looking at the first guy who is nodding and motioning him to come over. And then he tells me I guess you’re getting it in both of your holes. Before he came over the first guy told me get back to sucking his cock and pull my pants down. Then he waved the second guy over. I suck the first guys cock as the second guy walked up and shoved his cock in me. They took turns flipping me back and forth until they both dumped their loads in me. So I pulled my pants up and turn to walk away and this black guy had been watching. He was sitting there just stroking his cock And without saying anything basically said I am next. So I walked over to him and slid my pants down as I stroke his cock. So I sucked his cock just for a minute while he played with my wet cunt then he said it’s time to get in that pussy boy. So I turned around and he had a big cock but it went in pretty easily in my drooling pussy. He ended up dumping his load in me and immediately walked away. I went back to my car with cum running down my leg shorts nice and wet with their cum. Will be back there tomorrow to take loads.

Got a reply to one of my personals ads this morning, the guy said he was a Hairy well built & hung married Algerian guy looking for a discreet fuck. He didn't have any pics but was sure I'd like him but if not I could send him away with no hard feelings. I replied to him asking when he was free to come over and he said he could be here for 2pm. He arrived on time and he was right, I definitely liked what I saw! As he came in I said " Well built is a bit of an understatement!" He laughed, he's a 6' tall hairy huge bodybuilder! We wastes no time and headed to the bedroom, stripped and I go down to worshipping his huge hairy muscles and huge 9" cut cock with my hands and mouth while he probed my cunthole with his fingers then his tongue till he was ready to fuck. He told me to get on all fours, I got in position, head down arse up which he liked and started rubbing his pre cum on my hole then started to ease it in. Once in he started trusting deep in me gradually getting harder & faster, it felt so good especially when he was fucking me with most guys maximum force and it was obvious he had plenty of power left in reserve! After a good 10 to 15 minutes he pulled out and flipped me on my back, as he got between my legs he asked what the pipe was on my bedside table. I told him what it was & said smoking it enhanced sex and prolonged it. He asked if he could try it, I said it depended on when his wife would be expecting him home. He said she wouldn't be expecting him cos they'd had an argument and he was staying at the gym that he owns. I grabbed the pipe and lighter, held it for him & lit it. He took a big puff and blew his cloud in my face, I inhaled deeply and told him I was going to do a blow back with him. I took my big puff, my lips met his and I blew my cloud into his mouth and he retuned it to me. I put the pipe back and we kissed as it kicked in, he was now hyper aroused and had me back on my back legs apart with my knees by my ears, he plunged his dick in me and plowed me so hard and rough I was growling with sheer pleasure! He raided me hard for a good 20 minutes before blowing his load in me. As his dick pumped his big load in me I climaxed and blew my load. We've been puffing and fucking all afternoon and evening & he's planted 6 loads deep in my pussy, the last was half an hour ago. I was sucking his dick post breeding then his big hairy balls. I then lifted his balls as he lay back on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. I started licking behind his balls working my way down to his hairy hole. As my tongue flicked on the edge of his hole he groaned and lifted his legs holding them back and giving my tongue full access to his hole. After a few minutes I teased his hole with my dick & told him i wanted to fuck him, he was up for it and is currently douching his arse as I wait rock hard in anticipation! ;0P

As with every other part, this is a work of fiction and should not be taken as truth or re-enacted. Part 4: The Dairy Farm Shawn was looking at himself in the mirror, putting on the same tight black suit that he wore for D-Day. It had been three months since that fateful night. The amount of stress Shawn was put under that night forced him to rest for two days, but not long after he started hitting up the bathhouses and cruising spots again. The third night he spent in a bathhouse sling he was reunited with with the man who kissed him on D-Day, the man he had dreamed about the whole two days he was resting. "Hello again, fag!" The man yelled at him. "Fuck me. Recharge me!" Shawn yelled back. "Woah woah woah boy, you don't get to tell me what to do! Am I right gentleman?" All the men watching him began to spit on and slap Shawn, booing him and refusing to give him their loads. Shawn was in shock. Could these men really just not make him a cum dump? "You need to learn a lesson, boy. Everyone, get out, he doesn't deserve anything. And you, call me Sir." "Yes, Sir!" Shawn said. Once everyone was out of the room, Sir looked down at Shawn. He spat in his face. "You pathetic slut, look at your face." He held up a mirror to Shawn's face, revealing the massive cold sores he had on the edges of his lips. "Why should you get any loads?" "Because I want them. I'm young and hot. I will satisfy all of the superior men." Sir spat in his face again. "Do you know who I am?" Shawn shook his head. "My name is Joshua. I'm your manager's, John's, uncle. I own you." Shawn's cock got hard. "I've been instructed to get you under control. We start with that," he said as he pointed at Shawn's big cock. Before he new it, Sir was locking his cock up in the smallest chastity he had ever seen. Then, a collar was pit around his neck and Sir pulled out a remote. Shawn began to violently shake his head when all of a sudden an extremely large shock went through his body. "You will now obey my every command. Anytime you make a misstep, you get shocked. You are coming home with me and you will undergo months of training. On D-Day, you should have received every other STD, at the end of the next three months, if you test positive for all of them, you will be rewarded. Let's go." With that, the Sir put his arm around Shawn's waist and walked out with him. The men admired one wasted, lesion-covered, scrawny body next to a young, tight, and healthy body. Shawn then entered the hardest three months of his life. He was required to participate in intense crossfit exercises everyday, cook, clean, take discipline, and repeat multiple mantras. At the end of the three months, Sir took Shawn into the doctor's office for testing. His viral load had grown, T-cell count went down, and he tested positive for syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, HPV, and chlamydia. Sir congratulated him and made Shawn leave before treatment was offered. "Your training was successful, tell me, what is most important for you?" "To only take toxic diseased cock. No more clean guys. No more neg guys." "Good boy. I have a reward for you. At home you will find your new uniform, the all black suit you wore for D-Day. John has purchased multiple of them for you as you will be wearing black everyday, black fo death. Be ready by six and then I will bring you to the dairy farm." Shawn was ecstatic. He ran upstairs the second he got home, which was now the abandoned house that he was converted in. Shawn put on his tight black suit and admired how far he had come. He was constantly thinking of what happened at the dairy farm. Was he going to drink the cum of poz fags who were hooked up to milking machines? Be hooked up to one himself? Before he could think of anything else, a knock came on his door. It was Sir, his cock strained in his cage, and he left. Sir drove Shawn up to a large barn and led him up to the door. "Repeat what is best for you." "Taking toxic dirty cocks only." Shawn said. "That includes hot cocks right?" "Yes, Sir. Only ugly toxic men can fuck me now." "Good. Welcome to the dairy farm, I assume you will have fun." Joshua opened the barn door for Shawn, revealing cows on the sides of the barn, and a hoard of at least 80-100 men, who looked to be in the end stage of AIDS like Joshua, in the middle. There were no milking machines and no bags full of cum. Shawn knew what he had to do. Once the barn door closed, all you could hear was the click of Shawn's boots on the ground. It was hot, very hot, Shawn was going to sweat just as he could smell on all these men. The more he looked, the older and less well kept their bodies looked. Then Shawn saw it... All of these men were uncut. Once he got to the center, he got down on his knees and the crowd closed in on him. Shawn was spat on and beat with the mustiest cocks he had ever smelled. Fuck, he wanted this so bad. Finally, he stuck out his tongue and he began to suck lick some of the cocks. All he could taste was...dick cheese! Fuck! The dairy farm! All of these men had smegma and it made Shawn so horny. He gave a big bright smile and then began to suck. He loved everything he was tasting and smelling. This is what he was born to do. Men started cumming down his throat, on his suit, and eventually they began to breed him. Shawn knew better than to say anything. By the end of his breeding, he was so exhausted that he was laying on the dirty ground, staring at the ceiling. "I think he's ready," a random man said. All of the nasty guys who had just used him up began to laugh. Shawn smiled. "Stick out your tongue, boy." Shawn did as he was told when all of a sudden the slop that farmers use to feed pigs was being thrown on him in buckets. "Rub it in!" "Taste it faggot!" Shawn did everything he was told. Fuck, why was this so hot. The men began to laugh at him as he played around in the slop. Shawn had reached a new level of being a pig boy and he knew all he wanted was to come back to the dairy farm. And hour after the men had left him laying on the ground covered in slop, men in hazmat suits once again entered and collected Shawn. To be continued....

I was horny tonight, so instead of being picky I just went for the first available ass I could get. Hooked up with a 25 yr old guy. He was lean, dark hair and smooth. Not really my type but he had an ass I could nut in. I stopped by his apartment, and he was being shy so I pulled out my cock to get things moving along. He finally stopped the small talk and started sucking my cock. Once he was warmed up I told him to get undressed and I pulled him across my lap. I was rubbing his ass and giving him some swats. I could tell he was enjoying it so I began talking dirty to him, calling him a little slut and asking if he was gonna be a good boy for daddy. I could feel his erection on my thighs (he must have been around 9") I spit on his hole and started to open hiim up a little, all the while telling him how much I was going to enjoy fucking him until I nutted deep inside. He was humping my lap at that point, so I told him to go get on his bed in dog position. I stood behind him and lined up my cock with his hole, and started working it in before he could even mention rubbers. Once I was balls deep, I grabbed his hips and started fucking him good. He was tight and warm, and I'm telling him what a good little slut he's being for dad. As I'm getting close, I tell him to jerk his cock for me while I dump my load, and soon as I hear him cumming it triggers my nuts and I started to dump my poz seed deep in his hole. He's moaning and I'm still steady stroking my cock in and out, mixing my load all around. Finally my cock pops out, and I get the sweet view of my cum running out of his gaping hole. He rolls over and sits on the edge of the bed. I present my cock for cleaning, and he does one hell of a job. With my cock in his mouth, I tell him to enjoy my load in his hole- he earned it. I got my pants back on and he walked me to front door. Quick and done. I'll say if he isn't on preP or already poz, there's a damn good chance he'll be soon cuz that was a huge fucking load I dumped up his ass.

wishing that was my ass!

I prefer when the bottom doesn't get hard while getting bred because all concentration and feeling is centered in his cunt. I like his soft cock flopping around as he is getting rough fucked. I especially like the ones who can't even remember the last time they shot a load because it's all about their pussies - but, once in awhile accidents do happen and I end up fucking the cum out of the cock and sperm whore.

Finding guys to fuck on Grindr wasn´t difficult for Miles. He was only 20, slim, with a few muscles here and there and generally attractive. On the outside he was a nice young man, always smiling and being friendly to others. But on the inside he had a secret desire that nobody knew about... It was a hook up like any other for Chris. Small talk on Grindr, exchanging pictures and then meeting up to fuck. And he got lucky this time with a cute twinkish kid who almost looked too innocent to fuck. Though being rather muscular and big in stature he did have some trouble finding partners because of his poz status. Medication was not an option for him personally and condoms were a big nuisance for. Still he used them because most guys insist on using them and he didn´t want to spread what he had. They were in a heavy make out session, Miles on top of Chris, both only in boxers, shirts and pants long abandond. The 20 year old had planed for this day a long time and so far everything was going according to plan. While french kissing he moved his hand down over his abs bit-by-bit, ever slowly rubbing his ass over the big bulge beneath him, causing Chris to moan into the kiss and grabing his tight ass harder. Teasing guys always came easy for the twink. After a few minutes he brought both of his hands up and grabed the tops wrists and within seconds restraint him to the bed in with his handcuffs, which were conveniently placed under the pillow. "Hey, what ar-" Chris tried to protest, but was almost immediately silenced by another kiss. Miles had a plan every intention on going through with it. This was not something Chris agreed to, but he had to admit that he liked the aggressive bottom. He soon calmed down and Miles pulled back. "Hope you don´t mind, I thought maybe it would add a certain thrill to it" the kid said. Before he could answer the twink began to crawl lower, kissing and licking on his way to the already leaking bulge in the tops boxers. For Chris it felt like hours until the twink finally got to his dick. The piece of cloth hiding his poz stick got pulled down and it sprang free, almost hitting Miles in the face. With no time to lose he began to decent down the tops dick, sucking and slurping as best as he could while Chris was just a moaning mess. He wasn´t used to be restraint, being unable to do anything, completely exposed. Like a river the pre cum flowed into the willing and eager mouth of the bottom. With the top handcuffed and at his mercy, Miles sucked that big dick infron of him like there was no tomorrow but he had to be carefully not to bring the top too close to the edge, or worse, over it. He knew that Chris wouldn´t last long if he would keep this up, so after a short period of time he looked up, straight into the eyes of the man bound to his bed, and pulled hos own boxers down. The look in Miles eyes was one of hunger as he crawled up and began kissing Chris again. "We need a condom cutie..." Chris panted, pulling back from the hungry bottom. "Why´s that, raw feels way better, doesn´t it?" the kid said with an evil grin. He knew about his status, afterall this was the whole reason why he even did all this. "I´m poz dude, we really shouldn´t be doing it raw!" Chris said, however his eyes betrayed his true desire. "What was your viral load again...?" the bottom asked while shifting a bit lower and grabbing the poz dick again. The handcuffed man had trouble thinking clearly. Being restraint, dominated and the opportunity to fuck a cute twink raw made him almost dizzy. "600000, that´s really toxic. It´s extremly dangerouse!" he tried to explain. "Extremly dangerouse you say? So I shouldn´t be doing this...?" Miles said while collecting a large amount of toxic pre cum and slowly inserting it deep into his tight hole, looking into Chris eyes the entire time.

I luv a good dark room! The anonymousness of it, the groping hands, etc. Always my favorite is the Slammer in LA, but there is enough light there to see. True dark rooms with total darkness are amazing. Several years ago I went to this club in Chicago, down in an old basement, that was totally dark. You walked down the stairs, then through plastic strips covering a doorway, then into the next room, almost total blackout. The smells, sounds, grouping hands were hot! Guys on their knees trying to get your cock out of your pants to suck. I finally groped my way to a wall, that had a wood bench built on the side. I undid my jeans, pushed them down to my ankles, turned around, pushed my ass out and waited. Quickly hands found my ass, roughly guys stuck their fingers in my hole; always rough and hard and fast. Soon the first cock was jammed into me. Then we were rocking back and forth fucking. Then the next one. Soon I had to remove my jeans as I kept falling over with my jeans constraining my ankles...haha. I had a great night; multiple loads and a lot of cocks just testing my hole before they moved on to the next hole. Loved it!!!!

My Fast Alley Pozzing I could feel semen ooze out of my sore asshole as I sat and sipped whiskey. Taking my first poz load had taken all of fifteen minutes. I smiled and wondered if I was infected. Fifteen minutes ago my phone had rattled with a text forwarded from BBRT. It was from PozSanta, a top that lived nearby. "I want to fuck you, now. Alley behind new Thai place." "Yes." "5 minutes." "On the way. I knocked my whiskey back and headed out the door, I'd have to hurry. BBRT showed his current location to be closer than I was, I wanted his load bad. He listed his HIV status as 'Positive'. BBRT had another option for 'Undetectable', so I assumed he was not on meds and his VL was high. I was neg. This fuck could infect me with HIV. I wanted it. For several years my favorite jerk off fantasies had featured me taking poz loads, I'd always chickened out. There was a 1 in 70 chance of one fuck infecting me, I told myself I was going to roll the dice. I wasn't exactly lying, I didn't want to get infected, but when I jerked off I muttered to myself, 'fuck me, cum in me, knock me up, infect me with HIV, please infect me'. The idea of getting infected was what really got me off. Fuck it, I was going to do it, roll the dice. Now. The alley was surprisingly well lit, I saw a man walking toward me, then he ducked into a doorway twenty feet from me. I looked in, he was standing half in the light with his cock out, stroking slowly. It was the cock in his profile, not long, but thick, curved, oozing precum. I walked up and took it in my hand, he was ready, hard, wet, oozing. I turned, sidling into the dark doorway and pushed my pants down, bent over, legs spread. He moved to me, the wet head of his dick nuzzled my hole. I moaned and pushed back. He grunted and shoved in deep. I whimpered and shuddered, I had a poz dick in me! He growled and started fucking me slowly, stroking deep, pulling out and popping back in. I whined and tightened my hole, he pushed hard, violating me. It hurt like I wanted. "Neg bitch likes my poz dick, don't you?" "Yes, yes, fuck me, cum in me, give it to me!" "You want my poz cum, you want my bug, you want me to poz you?" "Fuck, yeah, poz me, knock me up, poz me!" I shuddered and sobbed as he fucked my ass with his toxic cock, this was what I wanted, a man fucking his virus into me. "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me...." His arms squeezed me hard, his cock shoved deep and twitched, swelled, I felt hot, poison semen jet out into my guts as he ejaculated deep in me. I jerked in orgasm , my cock squirted a load onto the wall I was leaning on, my ass squeezed his death cock hard, milking more venom into me. "Yeah, cum in me, cum in me, give it to me, poz me, knock me up, infect me, infect me good..." He trembled and held his dick deep in me, both of us breathing hard, shuddering, his cock swelling and twitching, pumping a few last squirts of lethal virus into me. "Fuck yeah, fuck, giving it to you, infecting you good, bitch! You got my bug, bitch, welcome to the club." He sighed, dropped his arms and backed away. His softening cock slid out and a rush of warm, virus laden cum ran down my legs. I pulled up my shorts and pants as I heard him walk away. A few minutes later I was back on my barstool, a celebratory glass of bourbon in front me. I sighed and savored the soreness in my asshole and the wet feel of my shorts, soaked in toxic semen. I made a mental note to buy canned soup and gatorade the next day, just in case.

Spring has sprung here in the midwest, and I got my cumdump on for the first time in ages! 4 Loads in: 2PM - A guy I've been chatting with on the apps for a few months finally agreed to actually meat up. Nice average guy, beard, tatts, a little hairy, bald and a nice average cock with a hot upcurve. He dropped by, we made out, thirty minutes later he came in my ass! 8PM - the other day I hit up a fuckbud I hadn't seen in a while, see if he was free any of the days I was free. He suggested tonight. He lives across town and I always go to him. Hot above average grower cock, on the thicker side. He messaged me and I debated if I really wanted to go see him, after all I had gotten bred earlier. I took one for the team and am so glad I did. I arrived the same time UberEats arrived for his neighbor, and it was a touch awkward as he has to come down to open the door to his building up. I get on my knees to suck him, and not long after he wants to slide in. He pounds me good and hard. He said he couldn't stop from cumming, and wanted to last longer! I didn't tell him I had been bred earlier as he said he doesn't like sloppy seconds. I checked before going and my ass was still pretty wet from the earlier fuck so maybe he likes it more than he knows. After I get back home I go into an area that there's some car cruising near where I live. Unfortunately nothing much is going on. Two guys obviously were getting it on. I texted a regular bud, and hit a few guys up on the apps and was not having any luck. Finally, the bud I texted responded back. I told him I was loaded up, and offered to drop by. 9:30PM I park near my buds place, and he leaves the door open. He's my buddiest fuckbuds, always wants sloppy seconds when I offer it, always open to groups, seems to always find a third, he's double penetrated me more than anyone else etc. He's another average cock, and is always fully loaded, sometimes multiple loads. He drops his pants and is rock, hard, I get down to service, he bends me over the bed after a few minutes. One thing with his cock, I can ALWAYS feel him cumming. His cock pulses so hard when he shoots, there is NEVER a doubt. He also cums faster than he wanted. Tonight he didn't do multiple loads, was wham bam thank you man. As I'm leaving his place I notice I got a hit back on one of the apps from another guy I had messaged earlier. He lives only two blocks from my friend, but I have to go the opposite direction to get my car. I've played with this guy twice before, the first time was years ago and then he didn't seem to be interested. The second time was last month, and I didn't realize it was him when he hit me up until he gave me the apartment info and I recognized the name. I tell him I just left a buds with a load in me, he responds back with an invite. 10PM I park in front of his building, buzz in and head up to his apartment. His cock is similar to the 8PM cock, a little above average thick. He's waiting for me naked when I get there, and I get on my hands and knees and suck his rock hard thicker cock. He gets up after several minutes, comes around to my ass and shoves in me. He fucks me longer than the last two buds combined, and I can just feel their cum dripping out of my ass the entire time. When he's about to cum he starts grunting, takes a hit of poppers and unloads in my ass! I head out, and decide its time to go home. If one of my other buds had been on, I could have gotten a fifth load in as he also lives by the last 2 guys. Then again, I don't want to be greedy 😁

Maybe I am just a little too real, but I would think very few real bottoms ever get stealthed. The need for raw cock and men's seed is indelibly planted in the back of their mind, and while we all spent some time resisting raw sex, we eventually succumb as that is what permeates every fibre in our body, the need for a man's cock and the need to have him plant his seed in us. Long before I became a cumslut, I knew I was. My ex also knew I was and he recalled how easy it was after three weeks of fucking me to get his cock into me bare - he new I wanted it raw and so did I. So him leading me down the path to conversion was really easy and long before he organised my conversion party he would subtly suggest how he would like to watch his mates bang me, how he would love to have threesomes with me, how the thought of sharing my arse with a group of tops turned him on etc. He knew my love of his raw cock and raw seed being pumped into me every day had me addicted and he knew I would do anything to make him happy. That is what bottoms do. Our first group sex excursion was with two neg tops who mainly took turns tagging my while my ex watched and took photos. I took two loads of each of them in different positions and when they left my ex took over, felching me before ploughing the arse off me twice on the silk trail. I was in heaven six loads from three beautiful cocks and never slept so well in my life with him spooning me while I lay there full of seed and knowing I had given every part of me to the three tops. I knew that night that I was history. I knew that any time a man wanted to put his load in me I would be powerless to stop it. Not long after that first encounter my ex tested poz. The initial shock for me was pretty bad as we had only been together a couple of months. After an awkward hour or so, he left the room and went into the bedroom, and then he called me. I walked in and he was naked, his lovely lean hairless body and long blond hair covering the bed and between his legs his magnificent 8" thick cut boner so hard his nob was almost purple. "You still going to wrap your arse around this baby?" I never said a word I just stepped out of my shorts, threw my singlet on the floor and mounted his pole. He knew I would, I knew I would so there was no pretence. The thought of him converting me made him horny as it was the first of three loads he pumped into me that night and each time he came I felt totally at ease with the fact that he was pumping hot seed into me. Once he knew I would take loaded seed our sex life became uncomplicated. He would always organise the tops to come and fuck me, just as he would organise my gangbangs if he took me to a backroom neither of us ever asked a top I just did as I was told and took the load neg or poz. We just assumed some would be neg some would be poz and from the time my ex converted we made a choice to ban condoms from our sex lives and that meant every cock I took had to be raw. Again I was powerless to rile against the situation as I loved being fucked six or seven times in a session and I loved the feel of different cocks, all shapes and sizes and loved the fact that I gave tops pleasure - my reward was their wadd. After three months and a good number of cocks had been through me apart from my ex's I still tested negative. That is when we talked and decided on the conversion party - five tops and my ex taking me as often as they could and wanted on a Saturday night/Sunday morning excursion at our place. He advertised and spoke to a few of our regulars to ascertain if they were poz and we deliberately picked the five co tops for good reasons - they were hung so they could bury their seed deep in me, the other being they were total tops so no seed got wasted in side play. We had a few replies so getting the right five was easy. I took load after load for five hours. I was in heaven, making sure I used my muscles to drain every drop out of the six of them each time they came in me. Funnily enough I was as grateful for the last load as I was the first. When we packed it in early Sunday morning the ex butt plugged me and he lay behind me pushing and turing the butt plug so that the seed in me kept moving. The only time the butt plug came out was when he got super horny and he deposited another load in me early Sunday morning. That did the trick. Did I get stealthed no , and it was so much more enjoyable knowing these beautiful men were fucking so hard, straining so hard to breed and convert me. It was so hot listening to them talk about who would be the one that actually knocked me up - how they encouraged each other to breed me and poz me. When they asked me did I want their poz seed I felt privileged to have their beautiful cocks in me and to be given their seed. I didn't come all night, I was rock hard all night but just totally got off on what the men were doing to me and long before this happened I knew it always would. I just didn't know how. My advice to any true bottom is if you feel you are going to end up that way - plan it - it is much better than being stealthed and you have no idea how poz tops fuck cosmically and often when they know they are trying to knock someone up. My tops had sweat dripping off them and gave me every bit of cock and seed they could and were so determined to breed me. They think they won but I think I did!

The below is a work of fiction. Any similarity to things that have happened at conventions I have attended are, of course, purely coincidental 😉 I was at a convention and getting seriously blue balled. Anyone who's been to that kind of thing understands what I mean. Boys who are flaking, boys who get distracted, and of course, lots of boys who say yes to you, but also what to say yes to someone who's more famous or handsome so they keep you on the back burner until they finally get rejected and neither one of you go away happy. So as you can imagine, I was getting kind of frustrated, and even though I'd already had sex six times that weekend, I was looking for lucky number seven. After all, this convention was being held in a state known for liking gambling and taking risks. 😉 I was going through all of the telegram chats and other messaging services to see if I could find someone, and much to my surprise, they found me. They saw that I was posting ads and dick pics in various chats and wanted to approach but they were more than a little shy and scared. That's fine, furries usually are shy creatures, but the rewards are always worth it. so we began to chat, and I found out why he was so shy: he was HIV positive. this isn't exactly an unexpected thing in the fur fandom, lots of boys are HIV positive, and it's generally well accepted, but that doesn't mean that you are guaranteed to get laid. After all, a lot of people are squeamish about banging a boy is HIV positive, even if he is medicated. And this boy revealed to me that, because his health insurance had been cut off, he had been going un medicated for a while. I'd be lying if I said that didn't cause me any concern. After all, I also wasn't able to get medication due to my insurance being absolute garbage, but the more I talked, the more confident I felt about rolling the dice. The boy was just way too cute to pass up, as well as way too horny. I'm pretty sure I could have talked to this kid into anything, and it's not like I'm going to turn down a hot young 19-year-old plaything without a very good reason. We agreed to meet on two conditions. One, both of us would be wearing our suit heads, and we would not take them off until he left my hotel room. Additionally, unless we clicked, we wouldn't get up to thing. And lastly, I was not to talk to his mate about this at all, because his mate was concerned the boy might get a reputation as being something of a spreader. Even if I was walking into this trap with my eyes open. If this was a movie or a story I'm sure we would have had an extended conversation about what was going on in his life and assessing the risks and seeing what we were both comfortable with. But that's not real life, and when this cute coyote boy wearing nothing but his suit head and paws and a jock strap showed up at my door started wagging the tail that he had attached to that job strap at me, I immediately threw him over on the bed and began pounding him. I didn't care if he was infected or not, I didn't care that he had that sort of beautiful wastrel body that some guys get when they've been dealing with the disease unmedicated for a while, all I care is that he was an extremely attractive, extremely willing, and extremely hot piece of ass. I had originally intended to spend only a short time with him, just enough to get to know him, pump and dump, and then send him out the door. But to this day I have never had a partner loved cock as much as he did. After I finished pounding his ass the first time, he shoved my dick into his first suit muzzle and gave it a good cleaning, then all but dragged me into the bathroom begging for me to piss on him. then more oral, more anal, back to the bedroom for anal and a different position, I was pounding his ass like it owed me money until after 2 hours I was so physically exhausted that neither one of us could get me up and going again. It took almost 2 hours for us to both calm down and recover enough to where he could sneak back off to do whatever else he was doing, with his mate and his friends ideally none the wiser. Although I can't help but think they would have noticed the smell. In any event, he made me promise never to tell anyone, never to tie it to his name, and also to never see him again. At least, not until I was either medicated or HIV positive myself, as he felt very guilty about potentially infecting me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't give a shit, let's just say there was some harrowing and anxious waiting for the next couple of weeks while I waited for a negative test to come back, which it did, but I almost didn't care at that point. Whatever had led him to become HIV positive had also instilled with him a sexual lust and ability that I've not experienced before or since. This kid loved having sex the way a man dying of thirst loves water or a starving dog loves a decent meal. It was all passion and animal instinct. Him always knowing what he wanted, and making sure I knew how to give it to him. And of course, him lavishing praise on my person and my body and my sexual prowess, and making sure I got plenty of feedback about what a good time he was having. We haven't talked since, in fact I'm not even sure how I would be able to get in touch with him at this point, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't rub one out thinking about him on a regular basis. I never saw his face, and he never saw mine, and we never even exchanged the names we use within the fandom. But God damn, I just hope that boy is out there somewhere, he would be 21 now, giving some other hot top the ride of their lives.

Note: This is along the lines of the post in the main blog of "How Gay Teens Become HIV+" - I found it out on the 'net, I suspect it's true, but don't know for sure... _______________________ I don't know if this event was what got me poz, but it'd be hard to imagine it didn't. I've been a bb slut for awhile, yet somehow had managed to keep testing neg. I can't say I was a chaser because I was still fooling myself with "Are you clean?" questions and "neg only" requests when hooking up with guys online. But the fact of the matter is I'd take about any load I could get, and practically never asked anyone to put on a condom. I craved getting cum inside me and was constantly desperate for it, cruising hookup sites and bb sites finding the next hot cock to dump some cum in to me. Like I said, though, I kept testing neg and had even convinced myself that i must have had some kind of special trait that'd keep me that way despite what a slut I was. And it wasn't hard for me to be a slut. I was 21, goodlooking, masculine, and popular. If I went to a party or out to a club, I'd be able to point out at least a dozen guys I'd fucked - all 18-23 and hot themselves - and chances are each of them had shot his load in me. No one ever brought up condoms. I think young guys like me just figured we were all neg together and had nothing to worry about. On a weekly basis I'd probably take 4-5 loads because I not only had a cell fone address book packed with hot young guys that'd come over at a moments notice to fuck, but also would be able to find total strangers and new tricks online within a few minutes of logging in to whatever site I chose to be a slut on that day. I don't say this to sound stuckup, and stared at this paragraph for awhile thinking that it really does make me sound like an ass. That's not what I want to do, but I'm just trying to put things in perspective to put the whole story in context. I find every manner of guy hot, and it's really attitude that matters to me most, especially when it comes to taking a load. But I guess I just ended up being born with a look that a lot of guys want and go for. I should point out, I am vers. And because I'm so "straight acting" most guys thought I was a total top (haha). If it was an 18 to 23yo I had over that night, I'd likely end fucking them for sure. Those twinks always wanted my thick dick deep up inside them. And, again, they never asked about condoms. But what a lot of these guys didn't know was that, despite my "total top" exterior and demeanor and the fact that I truly did love fucking the hell out of them and pumping my load inside them, I also craved cock in my hole on a constant basis. And whereas I was pretty strict about only fucking hot young guys, I didn't discriminate at all about who I took loads from because it was the load, alone, that mattered to me. Older, young, fat, skinny, black, white, hairy, smooth - if I was in the mood for a load, I'd take it from them all. I'd gone on a trip and whenever I was in a new town, I always took advantage of all the fresh meat (to me, at least) around that offered up good prospects. In this particular town, I had no problem finding it at all. My first night there, I met a 21yo online with a huge cock that came over to my hotel room. He kept telling me how much he wanted me to fuck him, but I told him I was having one of my "rare bottoming urges" (hehehe) and he fell for it. We went in to the big standup shower in the room, where this tall, lanky, young blond with at least 9 thick inches proceeded to eat out my ass and then, with just his spit and the shower water as lube, slid his cock in and fucked me silly. God how I loved big twink dick. What I love just as much as cock in me is seeing the look on the face of a hot young guy as he slides his dick in to me with no lube (how I prefer it). They're always so blown away and turned on by the fact that I'm taking it so easy. I'm tight, mind you, but with an incredible pain threshhold so more than happy to get through those first few minutes of searing pain knowing there's a ton of cum waiting for me. So many guys my age are so repressed sexually that it's hot as hell seeing how they react when something happens that blows them away, yet that they've secretly always wanted or can't help but be turned on by. Raw, lube-less fucking is one of those things. Seeing a masculine, fratboy type taking their bare cock up their hole is one of those things. Having that fratboy also fuck them raw is one of those things as well. This young hottie didn't last long, as I stood there under the cascading shower water, leaning slightly forward, ass pushed back with his dick deep up in it. "I'm gonna cum" he said. I think that's the universal, "closet barebacker's" code to see whether you want them to pull out or keep going. They feel like they have to let you know they're going to shoot, and often freeze up and slow down expecting you to pull off their dick or push them away so that they don't shoot inside you. That's not how I am, though. I reached back with both arms, grabbed his hips, and pulled him to me tighter. That's all he needed to thrust as deep as he could go and shoot his load up in me. He had a blast, I had a blast, and I sure as hell hope that hottie couldn't help but realize just how fucking hot bb sex is and never looked back. The next night was much of the same, except with two young hotties (not at the same time, though). The first was a 19yo who was also visiting town and came over from his hotel. I dumped a load deep up in him as I fucked him silly on the bed. He shot his wad while I fucked him, though, so I found another young guy later that night to top me. The second guy was 19 as well, and had this nerdy look to him that I love. Tall, glasses, skinny (though not the huge cock you hope to find on a tall, skinny guy. A nice 7 inches nonetheless, though). He pulled another one of those routines that I suspect is like a subtle hint at whether or not we'll end up barebacking. "Got lube and stuff?" he asked in the instant message before heading over. "And stuff". hehe. Hinting at condoms, but purposefully not saying the word. "Lube, yeah." I said. "Ok cool." he responded, and that was that. Once at my hotel, we sat around and talked for awhile before he couldn't hold back any longer and got between my knees, undid my jeans, and swallowed my cock. We made our way to the bed, where I put him on his back, got on top of him, and rubbed our cocks together while we kissed. Eventually his dick founds its way between my asscheeks, but not yet inside my hole. I moved my ass up and down on his cock and eventually his head was poking at my hole. "Got the stuff?" he asked. A bit hesitantly, but trying to hide the disappointment, I reached in to the nightstand where I'd put the lube and condoms earlier (yes, I had some... just for the hell of it... and they help to disarm someone and make them think you're as clean and proper as can be hehe) and set them on the bed next to him, then kept rubbing his cock with my ass cheeks. He reached over and grabbed the lube, putting some on to his cock. Notice... he didn't grab the condoms. Thinking I was going to get his raw dick in me, we ended up making out some more instead. He kept poking his cock at my hole, but never quite pushing it in. Most of the lube had dried up by now, but he had a ton of precum in its place. Still poking, still no condoms. He secretly wanted to fuck me raw, I knew it. But he didn't want to say so or try anything he thought would scare me away. I also didn't want to be too forward, enjoying the little game we were playing and enjoying knowing that he was lusting after some raw ass yet afraid to come out and say it. Eventually, though, he kept getting just the tip of his dick in to my hole and I would only moan and whimper in pleasure instead of stopping him to put on a rubber. That's what he needed to proceed, and the next time the tip got in, he thrust up and I thrust down and he was deep inside me, bare all the way. With our little "Does this guy want it bb!?" game over and the answer obvious, the fucking could really begin. I rode him like silly and all he could do was lay back, mouth hanging open, eyes wide open, panting heavily while his dick slid in and out of me. He lasted a little longer than the other guys, which was fine by me. Eventually, though, he pulled the usual "I'm close!" and instead of pulling off, I pushed down even harder and started riding him even faster. "Where do I cum?!" he asked. "Where do you want to?" I said back. He didn't answer with words, but instead bucked his hips up and let out a howl as he shot in me. Another young stud's seed in my hole! We promised to keep in touch (which we did) and he went on his way. With his load in me, I got back on the computer feeling extra slutty and wondering if I could get any more. The thought of inviting a neverending train of guys over to seed me throughout the night and in to the morning hours was incredibly appealing, but I was so fired up that I wanted even more. I searched around online to find the bathhouse each big city inevitably has, and found out there was one not far from my hotel. It was about 11pm on a Saturday night, so part of me wondered whether I should even bother. I prefer getting a room (as opposed to just lockers) at these places, and I suspected they'd all be taken by this time. I was too horny and cumhungry to change my mind, though, and so got dressed and headed out - one young hotties load still in my hole and ready for more. There was no denying what I was in for. The reason I love bathhouses so much was because of all the anonymous, public sex you could get in to. Sure, it's always fun going to a bathhouse and finding some other hot young guys to hook up with in either their room or yours. But what's even more fun is finding a dark corner (or a maze or orgy room, if the place has it) and having sex where others could watch and even join in. I wanted even more than that this time, though. I wanted to not only be seen, but be remembered. Be seen as a total slut and just blow people away. I wanted to suck every cock put in front of me and get fucked by any guy who wanted to fuck me - all in a public area of the bathhouse. From what I read about this particular place online, it was perfect for that. There was a dark room in it with a "cocksuckers pit", where you would enter and either go to the lower part to suck cock or the upper part to get sucked. The guys in the upper part were standing on an elevated floor so there cocks were at face level to anyone in the lower part, with just a narrow opening to stick their dicks thru. Perfect! Anonymous and naughty! Once I got to the bathhouse and entered the door, the guy behind the window looked way too happy to see me. He was actually a hot guy, about 30 or so, and smiled the whole time he took my ID and money to let me in. Thankfully, they did have a couple rooms available but by the looks of the parking lot this place would still be packed. Hopefully everyone inside was cruising and playing, as opposed to hiding away in their rooms being antisocial and getting high (happens way too much at these places). I don't do any drugs and am just naturally a slut As soon as I got to my room adn got in to my towel, I headed out to find the room with the suck pit. While looking around, I was getting cruised pretty heavy. I got groped a few times, a couple guys tried to motion me in to their rooms, but I wasn't looking for any private fun. The pit room was what I wanted and so that's all I cared about. A few of these guys started to follow me as I made my way around and finally found the room. You could tell they were excited when I went inside it, as they were able to tell I was willing to play and not be shy about it at all. I went to the upper level because I figured letting some stranger suck my cock for a bit would be a good clue to everyone else that I was horny and ready. It didn't take long, once I was up there, to see some eager faces through the narrow opening below following my every move and waiting to see what I'd do. Like I said, I was ready, and so got up to the partition, opened up the front of my towel, and stuck my hard dick thru. In a second, a wet mouth had swallowed it and started furiously sucking. In no more than a few seconds after that, two guys had come up behind me to watch and feel me up. That didn't take long! Already I had a mouth on my cock and two guys feeling me up. I liked this place already! In fact, it was all insanely fast paced from that point on. One of the guys feeling me up took my towel off and tossed it in a corner somewhere. Now, I was totally naked. In the dim light, the guys could see that I was young, and I think they really got fired up by that. I suspect these were also a couple of the guys that had followed me from the better-lit halls, so they already had a good idea of what I looked like. I was in heaven, being totally felt up and molested like this. The creaking stairs leading to the upper level let me know whenever a new guy arrived, as did the heavy breathing. It wasn't long before I had hands all over me, including at least a couple feeling up my ass. Soon, I also felt one of these guys running his fingers along my hole. My face was still pressed to the wall in front of me, my cock being sucked by some anonymous stranger in the pit below me. I couldn't see who was behind me, and had no idea what any of them looked like. All I knew was that I was going to let them do anything and everything they wanted to do to me. Fuck me is what one of them obviously wanted, he got behind me and started rubbing his dick against my hole. I pushed my ass back a bit, giving him teh green light. At first, the guy sucking my cock below me (not sure if it was the same guy that started or a different one by now) seemed disappointed by this, as it caused me to pull my dick away from him a bit. But once he realized he had a front row seat to an impending raw fuck, he reached both arms thru the opening, grabbed my ass cheeks, and spread them. Alternating between rubbing his cock against my hole and fingering my ass now, the stranger behind be leaned forward to whisper in to my ear. "Is that a load inside you already?" he asked, noticing the cum from the young hottie that had fucked me earlier that night. "Yeah" I said. "Fuck yeah, boy" he responded. With that, he knew he had a young guy ready and willing to take it raw and take a load. That was his cue, and he pushed his bare dick up my hole and made me yelp. I was loving this... though I couldn't see any of them and was purposefully looking straight ahead at the black wall in front of me, I could tell there were likely 5-6 guys around me (on the upper level), each one now fully aware I'd not only taken a load earlier that night but now had a raw dick in me right now. With random hands feeling me up all over and occasionally one of them feeling around my hole and the top's cock to confirm I was taking it bare, I was getting fucked good by this stranger. I was in a haze now, not high but just totally horny and wanting everything these guys had to offer. This dude was fucking me good, and though he didn't announce it beforehand his quickened pace and thrusts, as well as gasps and groans, let everyone know he'd just shot his load in me. He pulled out, and his dick was immediately replaced by a couple fingers feeling for the cum that was inside me. Soon, the fingers were replaced by another cock as a different, total stranger got behind me and slid his dick in. Standing up, with two loads in me and a 3rd cock fucking me, the cum started to leak out of my hole and I'd occasionally feel guys running their fingers and hands around my inner thighs to feel the cum as it leaked out. It was like they were driven in to a frenzy by this, seeing that such a young guy was taking it raw in the midst of them. The cocks just kept coming, and guys just kept pumping me full. I seriously have no idea how many guys ended up fucking me, and I also have no idea what any of them looked like. I made it a point to keep facing forward, eyes closed, ass out, inviting anyone and everyone to use my hole. All throughout, guys would finger my ass after a last spent cock was pulled out. They were blown away by the noises all that cum oozing out of my ass was making. I kept hearing new guys coming up the stairs and the whispers of everyone around me. "Is he taking it raw?" "How many loads has he taken?!" "Is he high?" "Have you fucked him yet?" "Can anyone fuck him?" I wasn't saying a word, and really no one was even talking to me. It was all too hot - hearing them all talk about me like that, but not talking to me. They were all gathered around using me as a piece of meat and that's just how I wanted it. Soon, though, a guy did speak to me. He sounded latin, and despite the fact that I'd gotten fucked by countless cocks before him, when he rammed his in to me I thought I was going to pass out. This guy was huge, and I was not ready for it! I couldn't believe that despite having a hole soaking wet full of cum and having taken a whole bunch of dicks before his, it felt like he was splitting me apart. In most other circumstances, I would have told him to take it easy. In fact, I think he was all too used to having guys tell him to take it easy. He just figured that since I'd proven myself such a slut, he'd finally found a young guy that'd eagerly take that huge cock of his without complaining. I didn't want to disappoint my audience, though, and so didn't complain. I just took it. I moaned, I whimpered, I groaned, and I panted. I practically yelled out with each powerful thrust of his. But I made it a point to make my noises sound pleasureable instead of painful, and that drove him on to fuck the living hell out of me. I'd been pretty quiet before this guy, but I couldn't help be the loudest bottom you've ever heard as he slammed me hard. When he'd pull out, it felt like my whole body was being emptied. When he pushed in, it just never stopped. He was hitting parts of me I'd never had hit before, and my knees were going weak and I almost couldn't take it anymore. I'm not going to lie... this guy was tearing me up. I really was considering begging him to stop. It got to the point where it was honestly not feeling good anymore. His cock was too much, and he was being way too brutal with it. The only thing that kept me going was knowing there were so many guys standing around watching, and knowing how turned on they must all be by the spectacle. I was fighting to take it, but barely hanging on. "You slut!" this big-dicked latin stud said. He started going off with the dirty talk. "You like all these loads, boy?" "You love cock, don't you?" All I'd do was moan my responses, not having said an actual word since I'd entered the bathhouse. "Want my cum?" he asked. I moaned an affirmative, but that wasn't enough for him. "Answer me! Tell me you want it." he demanded. That brought dirty talk out of a bunch of the other strangers around me. "Beg for his load, boy" "Tell him you want it" "Beg!!" I kept hearing. "Give it to me! I need it!" I finally yelled out between gasps. "Yeah?! You do?!" he shot back. "Yes! Cum in me! Please!" I wailed. "You want me to breed you?!" "Yes, I do!" "Badly?!" "Yes, please!!" "I'm going to breed you and be with you forever!" he said back. I didn't realize what that might have meant at the time, and am not even sure today if he was really saying what I now suspect he might have been. All I do know is that I said "DO IT!" back to him, and with a massive moan this horsehung latin stud slammed his dick in to me as deep as it would go, practically tearing me apart, and fired out a huge load. I could feel it pumping in to me. I know that's a stereotypical thing to say, but I really could. I could feel his cock pulsing, and it drove me wild. He kept shooting and shooting, his body convulsing behind me. He had his arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed to my back. Thank goodness he did, too, because it was about all that was keeping me on my feet. Eventually, he pulled out. "Good boy" he said, and he left. I was royally fucked and used, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. I was certain that guy had ripped my ass, and my legs were starting to cramp up. My hole was sloppy, and nothing was stopping all the cum from oozing out of me. But even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. Another guy had already taken the latin's place, and I was already getting fucked yet again. Eventually, I wasn't standing up against the wall anymore. I'd slid down to the floor and was lying on my stomach, ass up. I just couldn't stand anymore, but no one seemed to care. Guys would get get on top of me and start fucking me. Most came, though some only wanted to use my hole for awhile before moving on and seeing who else they could play with. Still hearing guys around me talk about me, their words kept me going. As exhausted as I was, I felt like I owed it to everyone to stay around and was feeling so slutty I didn't want to leave. "Goddamn, he's still here?!" "I think everyone in the place has fucked him." "Look at all that cum." "Can I fuck him next?" "This is the boy I told you about!" I either looked hot as hell on that floor - a young guy, totally used, cum all over my hole - or I just looked totally trashy haha. Who knows. Either way, guys kept coming in to fuck me. At some point, I could tell that a few of the guys around me had black tshirts and jeans on instead of just the white towels everyone else was in. I suspect these guys both worked at the place, as I'd noticed the staff all were wearing black tshirts and jeans. They all fucked me too, and I felt pretty proud of myself that the staff were leaving their posts or putting their work on hold to take a turn at my cumfilled ass. I could also tell some guys had taken pics of it all. The clicks and flashes of their camera phones made that obvious, but who knows if any of those pics turned out given how dark it was and how crappy cell fone cams can be. Again, I have no idea how many guys fucked me. I have no idea how many loads I took. A random guess? 30-40, but there's no real way to know. I didn't count, and it was impossible to tell who shot in me and who didn't and who came back for seconds or more. Likewise, I never really got a good look at any of them. I could tell some were skinny, I could tell some were old. I could tell some were hairy and others smooth. Some were old, for sure, and a few even seemed young. All races. All cocksizes. Some pierced, some not. I would have stayed there on that floor, or even gotten up against the wall again like I originally had been, but after awhile the new cocks stopped cumming as I suspect I'd gotten fucked by everyone there who wanted a piece. By now, just a few guys were still hovering around me, playing with my hole and talking to eachother about what I'd done. They even tried talking to me some, but I wasn't really being responsive. I didn't want to speak. I just wanted to be this moaning, vacant slut. I stayed there a little longer, thinking about whether I should get up and look for my towel but waited a bit because I didn't want to look around and catch a glimpse of any of the guys around me. I was loving the anonymity of it all, and wanted to keep it that way. After a bit, the guys started to venture off and I figured it was safe to pick myself up and move around. I spotted a couple towels on teh floor in the corner, and grabbed one. Like me, it was soaked in cum. Not wrapping it around me, I just held it in my hand and made my way back to my room. The stares I got as I walked through the hall were priceless. I felt like a celebrity, and since the halls were more brightly lit than the pit room I could actually see the guys around me and couldn't help but wonder which ones had dumped a load in me or watched it all or what. I got back to my room, closed the door, and wondered what to do next. Head back out for more? Cruise the halls? Jerk off? I decided I'd just head back to my hotel, with all those countless loads in me. I didn't even shower or anything, and just got dressed and left. The guy working at the front flashed me a huge smile as I walked passed him on the way out and said "Hope you had fun!" "I did!", I said back. Being as insatiably horny as I am, and still not having cum yet, I got online again as soon as I got back to my hotel room. By now it was about 5am. I found some college guy who was looking to get fucked, and invited him over. I fucked him that morning, and shot what must have been a seriously massive load deep up inside him. Again, no condoms. Not even a request for them or slightest mention of him. I wonder what he would have thought if he knew I'd taken dozens of loads in the hours leading up to shooting my own in him. About 2 months after this experience, back in my home town, I went to get tested. I tested positive. Funny enough, I was kind of surprised. Despite what I'd done that night, I still wasn't expecting a poz result because I'd managed to avoid one through all the bbing I'd done before. I'm actually more surpised I didn't get anything else that night - not a single other STD but HIV. In truth, who knows if that night was really what did it. It could have been some innocent looking, 18yo twink that did it. It could have been any of the random tricks I'd had, one-on-one or in small groups, apart from that bathhouse night. It could have been any of the guys I hooked up with while in that town or any of the others I've been to. Who knows. All I know is that I'm poz now, and not minding it one bit. I still fuck. I still get fucked. I still give loads and take loads. I still hook up with tons of young hotties, and still take loads from any and all manner of other kinds of guys. I've gotten fucked and taken loads through gloryholes, been to other bathhouses, been to wild parties and orgies, and most anything else you can imagine. And everytime I go to a club, I still spot tons of other guys I've been with. Some of them are likely poz now too. Some of them were likely poz before I was. Either way, there's not a raw load out there that I'll turn down, and I've also yet to find a hottie that won't take my own load.

There has been only one guy who regularly (every time) and intentionally fucked through my inner ring, and he was 9"+ long. It was always an incredibly intense experience for me. Another guy who has "popped" me a couple of times was about 7.5" to 8" but super hard and he made me sit in his lap and impaled me on him, pulling me down onto his root. I think many factors come into play, among them my depth, his length and hardness, our positions, and his intent.

Gonna use my promiscuous male perspective and just breed other boys

Hmmm...I’m no longer the relationship type, but I luv my total bottom friends/buddies, but I don’t think a relationship would work for me. We do go out and hunt for tops, share tops and talk about tops, but we’re not in a relationship. Two of my bottom buddies are in long-term open relationships and we go (used to pre Covid) out to bathhouses together...luv my bottom boys!!!

Agreed. Alpha Tops have no desire to suck dick. Locking a faggot clit ensures the faggot does not touch himself, stays soft and is a clear illustration of roles and a way for the Alpha to exert his dominance over the faggot.

I find it difficult to find porn where the bottom faggot is in chastity so the next best thing is watching a faggot bottom with a small, useless, clit getting pounded by an Alpha top with a big cock. Before i was locked up in chastity, my one inch clit would essentially just be flopping around while getting fucked like a useless flap of flesh.

I am not into men or gay men. I am very much into faggots. When I am with one, I expect a set of simple rules: first, the sex organ of the fag is his pussy not his thing (I call it “thing” or “clit” as I refuse to concede the term ‘penis’ to it) second, I am completely uninterested in touching his clit. My fag will never get his touched or stimulated during sex with me. third, don’t care if the fag leaks, shoots or otherwise releases somehow provided he is not touching himself. That would be insanely disrespectful, as It reduces me to being the faggot’s dildo. That’s why I have a strong preference for fags in chastity or who are aware enough to understand that his thing should be put away and not in the way. I also have a strong preference for fags that do not get hard anymore. There can only be one man on my bed. That’s ME

God, I can't help it- I nutted pretty quick to this one. ❤️ I'm halfway tempted to write a fictional furry poz smut piece now.

Mine would have to be from about... 10-11 years ago. A married dude hit me up and wanted to get a quickie in. There was just one small problem - I couldn't host at that time, and his wife and kid were home. But we hit upon a plan; I drove over to his place and we introduced me as a "coworker" just stopping in to help him burn something to a CD (he was totally not computer-savvy.) His wife and kid were playing outdoors and we slipped to his bedroom for probably the quickest quickie I've ever had. I sucked him for maybe 30 seconds before he had me on my back, legs on his shoulders, and sliding his dick up into me. Three thrusts later and he was cumming right inside. On the way out, we let his wife know everything got loaded properly. He hit me up a few times after that, but the timing was never quite right.

one of my biggest turn ons is being verbal about non using condoms, does anybody else shares this? Please share videos if you know them

Level 6 for me

To me it's a variation of the 'n' word and definitely derogatory

Love all the twists and turns! Brilliant!

After that hot quickie I reported about last time, I was horny as I woke up but I didn’t have time either for a handjob. I was horny all day and want to find a fuck for the night. One if my regular fuckbuddies texted me that he was horny too. Surprisingly he wanted a moresome. It was surprising because he prefers to fuck only with me. Our mutual friends, a kinky couple were also horny, so they invited us to visit them. We did so. My mate is a belly hairy 41 years old guy, sexy and handsome versatile. The couple is with a bearded slim guy with big cock. He is a thirty something top. His boyfriend is a cute tall late twink, with nice cock, bubble butt. Fortunately he is versatile. When we arrived, they were naked. We immediately dropped off our clothes and started to chitchat. The top and my mate went to do something (not having sex) while we started kissing with the twink guy. After a couple of minutes I bent him over to the wall and licked his hole to totally nasty and was deep in him. I fucked him for a while when he wanted to change. I stepped into his place, palms on the wall, my ass was pushed back and first his tong and after a while his cock were in me. During our fuck we recognised the sound of slapping bodies, which marked that the other two finished the nonsex activity. We took a break at the same time. The couple went out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. We continued the fuck, first I fucked my mate, then he fucked me and we changed again. When the twink came back I proposed to make a train. He was the bottom, my mate in the middle and I fucked him. Then we changed and I was getting in the middle, finally I changed with the bottom. After a break again the twink started to fuck my mate. We continued that threesome with the lowest down. Somehow we were in a discomforting position and I couldn’t continue his fuck being fucked myself too. So, I started to eat his hole. I gave him a nice rim job while my mat was fucking my hole. Later I pushed my finger into the twink’s hole. It was very loose, so I pushed another finger. His hole was still loose. Hmmm. A third, the fourth finger and OMG my fifth also was in. I didn’t know that my mate realised it or not. He was fucking me hard. And then oops my fist slipped into. It was amazing fistfucking this guy being fucked. The g made his work and a guy fell asleep. I have never seen anybody who was able to fall asleep with a fist in his hole. We continued it for a while when his boyfriend came into the bedroom and we finished. We three went out to the living room and continued the sex. We agreed that we would cum into each other’s mouth. I came first, my mate was the last. While he was sucking me I was sucking the top and we were kissing. While I was sucking my mate they were kissing. The top was so high that he couldn’t cum. Although it was hot, on Sunday I woke up horny again. I went to the apps and tried to find anybody to fuck. Late afternoon a more bottom guy texted me. He was so close, in the same street. I supposed he wanted to be fucked. He said that he and his boyfriend were jerking but only his boyfriend had an orgasm but he. So, he wanted to cum. And he wanted rather to fuck me. As an obedient slut never refuse to be fucked. I asked an hour to clean up myself. He came, destroyed my throat first. He pushed his cock so deeply that I started to retch which is almost unusual. After the throat fuck he fucked my hole. It lasted only ten minutes and he apologised for that but compensating for this he unloaded me with an extra huge amount of loads.

I like to be totally naked when I’m being fucked and bred, my flaccid long cock dangling and flopping underneath me. Sometimes tops reach under and try to grab and squeeze it when their fucking. I don’t care as it’s all about them. though I do sometimes cum from be fucked, with a flacid cock, the cum sort of drains out of me as the top is thrusting. Sometimes with extrodinarily large cocks fucking me I will get hard, just from the feeling of them filling me up so completely. It’s not uncommon then for me in these instances for me to cum without touching myself. Big squirts. Top men luv that as they view it as pride in their fucking skills.,.all good with me.

Very hot.... more

Hey everyone sorry for the long time in-between chapters but it has been crazy but here it is part 2. Keep in mind this is to help give some more to the story it will help build up the action for latter so enjoy. I logged off from the chat and when I did I got a text on my phone and it was a message from him saying he is excited to meet me and give me the best pride event i will ever remember. I messaged him back saying how excited i was and i didn't think i would get much sleep that night with how excited i was. He asked me if instead of picking me up the day before pride if i wanted him to come over tonight and stay with him for the next three days and just head over there. I couldn't contain my excitement and texted him three times yes. He sent back an lol and said ok i'm on my way and will let you know when i am there. For the next hour or so i was so energetic going around and packing a bag to take with me. Just as i finished packing i got a text saying he was there and i went to buz him into my apartment. When i heard a knock on my door I nearly ripped it off of the hinges to let this mysterious man in. What I didn't expect was it to be someone i knew but was in utter shock to see that it was my bestfriend growing up standing in front of me. Ethan? I asked with a look of pure shock on my face. He took one look at me and his jaw dropped and he said Tom is that you? We grabbed each other in the biggest bear hug and i shoved my lounge down his throat. We came appart and caught our breath and I invited Ethan in for a moment so we could wrap our heads around this for a moment. Ethan and I had grown up together we both lived next door and we were the same age so we were preictally brothers in every way. we had always spent time at each others house and it became routine that we stayed each other night at each others house. Our parents were so happy that we both had each other as friends because both of our parents worked allot and weren't always able to spend enough time with us. We did everything together so of course we shared our sexual thoughts about everything and we knew we were both gay so it made everything better. So talks led to the usual jerking and kissing then sucking and then of course fucking. This started in 6th grade and kept going on until one night when we were both juniors and Ethan's mom had walked in on Ethan and I while Ethan's dick was buried in my ass and me panting and moaning. She freaked out and told me to get out of her house and i was never to see her son again. I grabbed my clothes and ran through the back door to my house and went to my room and cried my eyes out. My mom and dad came home to me crying and went to my room to see if i was ok. I hugged them both and said in-between sobs what had happened. My parents sat there while i sobbed and didn't say anything to me until i calmed down. My dad spoke first saying they had a feeling something like this was happening between Ethan and I and they had no issues woth me being gay or that Ethan and I were lovers. My mom spoke next and said she was happy I had found someone to share my life with and was sad for me that Ethan's mom was being like that and she told me they would go over to their house and see if they could smooth this over with Ethan's parents and we could still be together. They left my room and went over to Ethan's house and was greeted at the door by Ethan's father who was not as upset as his mother but just a bit shocked to hear about what had happened. They walked in the house and asked to speak with the both of them and see if they can find some ground about the situation. Ethan's mother was still livid about everything screaming that she didn't raise her son to be gay and that she never wanted their son to be over at their house ever again and told my parents that they were moving away now because they didn't want to be around a family who sees it to be ok with me being gay and turning Ethan gay as well. My parents tried to explain that that's not how it works but she wouldn't listen and told them to leave. When they came back they told me everything and i started to sob more and they tried to hold me and tell me things were going to be ok and they stayed there until i cried myself to sleep. The next morning i woke up to allot of noise outside and i saw a moving truck and workers loading up furniture and boxes into it. I started to cry again and tried to see if I could find Ethan and at least say goodbye to him. When I walked outside I saw Ethan's father observing the movers and he looked over at me and gave me a sad smile and said he is so sorry this had happened this way and if i wanted to say goodbye to Ethan to go to their treehouse in the back yard before his mother came home from the store. I went into their back yard and saw the treehouse that Ethan's dad made for us back when we were boys and i could see Ethan up there crying and it broke my heart. I climbed up the steps and went inside and went to embrace him. we both sat their crying trying to comfort each other. It felt like ages that we were hugging but saw it was a few mins and we heard his mom's car pull up. We kissed each other and exchanged our love for each other and promised each other that this was not to be our last time seeing each other that some day somehow we would be together again and nothing would tear us apart after that. I saw them all leave with the moving truck and I spent the night crying up in our old treehouse all night. When I woke up the next morning I saw a note in our secret cubie and i sat to read it and it made me so sad and loved. Tom We have lived like we were both brothers and we never thought anything or anyone would come between us and i am so sorry this has happened to the both of us. You have always been there for me and I for you and our friendship grew into true love for each other and I want you to know you will always be my love and I will always cherish what we had and I hope one day fate will bring us both back together and we will once again always be there for each other. Love always Ethan I cried again and read his letter over three more times and making the same promise to find each other again somehow.

I think chastity is the best thing a submissive can do, provided: 1. They don’t use their dicklets during sex. 2 the sub feels he is touching himself too much 3. it takes away from the time/devotion a sub should have towards his Superior or the Men he services. 4. The sub feels he is not a real man and needs to show it physically to his partner or partners. 5. The sub wants to surrender control over his ability to have an orgasm 6. the sub secretly hopes that lack of use will irreparably atrophy his clit beyond repair. 7. the sub feels like having a dick gets in the way of good enjoyable sex for him as a submissive. 8. the sub is in love with his Owner and wants to show his commitment to Him

But all that takes is a bit of common sense. Don't use your usual (and definitely not your work) email address or your real/full name. Be careful what identifying information you provide. It's not really rocket science.

This is a translation from memory of a story I read a long time ago on a french BB site. I just thought it was the hottest thing and reminded me of my own first breeding. What I like, as a bottom, is that it is written from the breeders perspective...I've gotten a lot of insight and enjoyment from this forum....I thought I'd contribute modestly in return. I was lying naked on top of my bed, my skin moist with the relentless heat that hung in the still air. It was one of those nights in the city when sleep would only be achieved through medication or as a consequence of a good, hard fuck. The stirring in my loins and the hard cock in my fist wrote the prescription. I rolled off the bed, pulled on my jeans, a clean t-shirt and some shoes and headed out for the park. The dark, city park fuckscape was busy tonight with others who, like me, were both horny and too hot to sleep. I walked the narrow, dirt pathways slowly, hunting for the right prey. Around me, the sounds of clandestine sex amid rustling leaves whispered in the night air. I crossed a few good prospects and had my ass fleetingly fondled once or twice, but I was on the hunt for a hole to unload into and soon spotted the one I wanted. He was clearly out of his depth. A newbie, betrayed by his nervous movements, the way his eyes never met anyone's gaze and how he seemed so painfully lost just a few meters from the city sidewalk. I walked past him slowly, taking him in. He was young, about eighteen was my guess, longish blond hair, tight jeans, light blue t-shirt clinging to a thin body, Van’s slip on shoes, no socks, about my height. Very sweet piece of ass I thought to myself. I walked past slowly enough to get him to start following me. I drew him along like this down the hill to a secluded spot among some older trees, just off the path. When I felt he’d entered the small clearing, I quickly moved through a small gap in the bushes and came back quietly behind him. He was standing there, achingly beautiful in the faint light, as lost as ever. I came up behind him, making just enough sound so as not to startle him and before he could turn, I wrapped an arm around his upper chest and pressed him forward against a tree holding my body firmly pressed against his back. “You’ve been following me” I hissed in his ear, kissing his neck. The sweet scent of his sweat was divine, making my needy cock harden. “No…I…I don’t know….” He stammered nervous. He was not resisting. There was no effort to break free of my grip. He was unsure. Waiting to understand. “I want to fuck you” I growled, putting emphasis on the “fuck”. “Yes….but I….I don’t….” he replied, his whole body seemed to tremble. “You don’t what” I insisted, gripping him more firmly, pressing my hardness against him. “I’ve never done this. I mean. I’ve never been…you know….in the ass…” he replied, his voice a low whimper. Damn! I thought. A fucking virgin. How lucky could I get? “Don’t worry, I’ll go very gently…make sure this is special for you” I answered softly, gently dry humping him. I reached into the pocket of my jeans with my other hand and pulled out a bottle of poppers. Expertly, I twisted the cap off letting it drop to the ground. I held it to his nose. “Take a deep sniff of this then hold it in a bit before exhaling” I whispered. He inhaled deeply, held his breath a moment then exhaled. In an instant, I felt all the tension in his body drain away as he began to press his ass back against me. Yeah. This was working out very well. “Strip” I ordered. He fumbled with his belt and dropped his jeans to his ankles while I pulled the t-shirt off over his head. He kicked his shoes off and pushed the jeans aside in the dirt. He was perfect. His pale skin seemed to glow in the faint light. He was soft and smelled of soap and sweet sweat. I ran my hands over his flat stomach up to his erect nipples and teased them, making him moan ever so softly. “Here”, I said, giving him the poppers. “Keep sniffing, it’ll make things easier.. You’ll see”. I knelt behind him and beheld his small, tight ass. I ran my hands over those beautiful, round, hairless cheeks and spread them gently, revealing his pale pink pucker. I pressed my mouth against it, licking his sweet tasting hole, pressing my tongue gently into him, wetting him as I teased him. As I feasted on yhis lovely boy cunt, I could hear him sniffing deeply from the dark bottle, rewarding me each time with a horny wiggle in his hips and a loosening of his hole. Finally, I stood behind him and spit into my fist, lubing my hard cock. I began to rub the swollen head against his tight hole, teasing it slowly into him. He sniffed feverishly on the bottle then, curving his back, pressing his ass back onto my cock. “You want it don’t ya?” I hissed into his ear. “Yessss….” He replied softly. I pushed a little more of me into him. “Sir….I….sorry….but should you…you know….a condom?” he asked, his body still, my cock only just an inch or two into him. I pressed a bit more into him, feeling him wince as I popped past his anus before answering. I held still. “Shit, no. Don’t like them. Never use them. Do you want me to stop?” I asked knowing everything hinged on this awkward moment. “No…..no…don’t stop…” he replied, taking another hit of poppers. I pushed myself further into him and began to gently fuck him savoring the velvet grip of his tight, virgin ass on my hard cock. “So were okay then bareback. No condom” I said, slowly sawing my cock in and out of his ass. “Yeah…it’s good, no condom…don’t stop” he replied desperation in his voice...taking another hit of poppers. “What if I was poz” I added softly, continuing to fuck his sweet ass. “Are you?” he replied, a trace of panic in his voice, his body stiffening in an instant. “Do you want me to stop” I asked again, pulling my cock almost fully out of him. He curved his back and pushed himself onto my cock, he answered with his ass. He was mine now. I fucked him harder now, making him groan and grunt against the bark of the tree while sniffing as best he could from the poppers. “Are you ready for my seed boy?” I growled, my release rising inside me as I fucked him deeper. “Yes…..yes....” he replied meakly. I growled loudly and rammed deep inside him as my seed erupted. I fired stream after stream into him, gripping him by the hips as I unloaded. I held him tightly, holding my cock deep inside, packing my tainted seed into his bowels. After a moment. I pulled myself slowly from him, a long, thin stream of cum falling away from my cock onto his leg. “You are going to make one sweet cum slut boy. With what I've given you tonight, there’s no turning back for you now” boy. I whispered to him as he seemed to slump against the tree. I pulled my jeans up and shoved my cock back inside. I ran my hand down the sweat moistened skin of his back. He curved his back and thrust out his ass in response. I heard a rustling of leaves and another guy came up alongside me. His big cock was already out. He ran his hand down the boy’s back as I had done. The boy responded as he had for me and, as he took another sniff from his bottle, a new, raw cock was pushed into his cum lubed hole. It was going to be a hot night, I thought, as I made my way back home.

I would love to wrap my hands around your faggot throat and strangle you unconscious while l pound your hole fuckboy. You ever get strangled with a belt and can you take an entire forearm up your ass?

Huff...hot story, im rock hard and twitching now.

I was away from home on a business trip and looking at porn on the internet, using my ipad when I saw the icon for gay porn. Initially I was a bit hesitant to click on the icon, but the icon seemed to draw me in. Truth be told, I had long been somewhat curious and wanted to see how guys got it on with each other. Upon entering the site, I found video after video, and before long I settled on watching a video titled 'Barebackin' the Straight Guy'. It was hot. I started to feel my cock getting hard, I didn’t think I was gay but this was the hardest I’ve been in forever. I got about halfway through the movie when a popup came on the screen. All it said was 'hi'. So I clicked on it and replied the same, assuming it was an advertisement generated by a robot promoting a gay chat room. Then the pop-up replied, so I kept typing, assuming at some point the link would connect me with a porn live video site, but it didn’t. Instead the robot reported his name was Ted and he was looking to hook-up, so I replied I was traveling and had never been with a guy before. The little chat window seemed to explode into a bigger window and he was on the screen. He said he was a programmer and was trying out his new soft ware. He asked if I wanted to help him, I said sure. Then he asked me where I was. I didn’t think that he would show up at my hotel, but there was a knock at my door about 30 minutes later. He walked in and started talking about the program and how it looks for unsecured users on the internet and how he can tell how far away they are. He sat on the bed and just kept talking so I felt like he was just talking about his program. So I sat down next to him, then at that moment he turned towards me and kissed me. His tongue forced its way in my mouth and it felt so silky. I just wondered where this was going when I felt my pants getting tighter. I was surprised that a man could make me feel this way. He must have noticed that my cock was growing because he started grabbing at it. My zipper was down and he was jerking my cock, I felt so hard that I knew I could push it into him but that’s not what he had in mind. We stripping each other, and as I helped him remove his shirt over his head, I enjoyed the sight of his nicely muscled chest. Frankly, he looked like the way I wanted to look. I had a desk job and a belly to prove it. Before I knew it we were naked and I was asking myself “what the hell are you doing?” but I was so horny and I thought I was going to fuck him that I continued. He was sucking on my cock and asked me to flip over so he could get a better angle to my cock. He was under me sucking on my cock for about 15 minutes when he came out from under me and started licking my crack. It was unreal I had never felt that before. It was like being tickled with someone’s tongue. Man he was making me really horny. The he did it, he place a finger in my ass and started massaging my prostate. I started moaning and telling him "Don't stop." After five minutes or so, he was really going at it and by this time he had three fingers in me. I was playing with his balls and jerking his cock and I noticed he was as hard as me but had a good four inches on my cock. Without thinking about what I was saying, I asked "Do you want me to slid my cock into your ass?" "Yeah," he replied, adding, "but let me re- position myself." I was already on my knees and while he was fingering me so he got right behind me and placed his cock at my hole. I managed to say "Hey, man, that’s not what I meant," but he pushed right in. I let out the biggest moan. Everyone staying at the hotel must have heard me. And he wasn't even all the way in! I thought that he would split me in two if he kept going, but he was doing short little pushes, alternating with an increasingly large withdraw to the very tip of his cock. "Don't cum in me," I asked, and in the hope of extracting myself from a painful role, again asked "Do you want me to do you?" "In a bit," he replied as he continued opening-up my ass. Then, realizing I hadn't seen a condom, I repeated my request "Man, don't cum in me." He didn't reply, but merely continued the onslaught of my ass. [strike one]. He had now made it all the way in and I felt his balls slapping my each cheek. I had forgotten about the rubber for a bit but then asked him again not to cum in me, again I heard nothing. [strike two]. I was now being fucked so hard I could not breathe; I was being pushed so hard I almost fell off the bed but I don’t think that would have stopped him. I kept telling myself to get up, but in my head I kept saying in a minute, this feels to good to be wrong. He must have felt that I was going to bolt because he started to hold my hips. He had only used spit to lube my ass up so I said it was starting to hurt. All of a sudden I felt something so cool and slippery on my hole and the pain went away. He reached around and held my nose in a rag and the world started to spin, but I was still so horny. I can remember asking one more time if he would not cum in me. I still had heard no answer [strike three]. He started to plow me even harder and faster and I knew he was about to cum because his cock was growing and his balls weren’t slapping my checks anymore. I was getting up when his hand came around and he put that rag under my nose again. The world was spinning even more I heard him groaning and then he said “I’m cumming in this ass and you're mine.” With that he took my ass I felt every spurt but really could do nothing. I was still feeling so dizzy and he was still planting that seed in my ass deep. I was thinking wow that was so fast to go from a straight guy to someone’s bitch. Then he leaned over and remarked "You never asked if I was clean. You bitch. now you have been made whole.” "What do you mean?" I asked, but there was no reply. [i’m out]. He quickly dressed and left, and with his departure I cleaned up and flushed myself out but I knew I would have to be tested. It’s been about two months and I just had the cold of my life. I thought it would never go away. I really need to get tested.

The Craigslist ad featured a pic of my ass and read, "Looking for guys to fuck me bare and shoot their load inside. Send a pic of your cock." He answered with a picture of a big, uncut black cock around 9" and beer-can thick and his phone number. A couple of texts clarified that he was in town for work and looking to host in his hotel room. Since I was already clean, I was on my way. I like going into a hookup with some mystery; don't tell me too much. "The guys I work with are in the rooms on either side, so don't knock" reminded his text as I pulled into the parking lot. "The door will be propped open." That's how I found it. I opened the door and slipped into the dimly lit room. I closed the door and walked into the main part of the room. He was an average built 6'3" guy in his late 30s lying naked on the bed stroking the big piece of meat. I said, "hey." He said, "Get naked and get on this cock." I complied and slipped his rod into my mouth. It had been clean this morning, but now his uncut cock was musty with just a hint of cheese. I loved the taste. I sucked in enthusiastically as it grew to full hardness. "Keep the noise down. Don't get your teeth on me," he warned quietly. I took it as deeply as I could without risking that, but the girth made it impossible to take all the way. After a few minutes, he pushed me off and climbed off the bed leaving me on my belly. "You're going to take this cock raw without any complaints." It was more of a comment than a question. "You're going to fill me up with your load," I replied in the same quiet tone. He chuckled. "If that's what you want." He spit into his hand and pressed the big head against my hole. He pushed firmly into me in one slow, insistent thrust. I suspected he wouldn't be much on foreplay, but I had been working my hole long and hard with my big dildo and some silicone lube before I left home. That meant although it took my breath away I was able to take his forceful entry with a level of pain that only heightened my arousal. As he began to thrust into me, I began to moan. He fucked me hard at a steady pace with the full weight of his body pressing me into the bed. "You like that big, bare cock?" "Uh huh," I moaned. His speed and force increased little by little. "You want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "Definitely, give me that load!" Harder and harder he pounded. "You sure you want my load?" "Give it to me!" With one last painful thrust, I felt his big black cock throb inside me. "Chubby white boys like you always want my nut," he observed as he lay on top of me slowly coming down from his orgasm, "and I like to give them what they want." I murmured agreement. "Let me rest here a few, and I will give you one more," he offered. There was no conversation this time just moans and gasps from both of us. By the time his second orgasm came, I was feeling more than a little sore and stretched out. A few moments after that, he pushed himself off me and went into the bathroom. "Get dressed and get out. I'm done," he ordered. So I did. He must have shot a huge couple of loads because I couldn't keep it all in my abused hole. I felt it running down my legs as I made my way back to the car. At home, I had that big dildo back in my ass ready to rub out a load when I heard another text arrive. "You didn't ask about my status, but I bet you want to know, slut. My VL is sky high. Enjoy everything I gave you." My cock shot hard without me having to stroke.

Of course I accepted the offer. I had always been a horny person, and the recent years my mind had really turned me into a perverted sleaz pig. I sent Michael an email, letting him know I was interested in being one of his cumdumps, getting whored out to tops. He suggested meeting at a café to discuss the terms and agreements of the session. I was a little unsure about talking about these things out in public, but he promised it would only make me hornier. We decided to meet a few days later we met at a small cafe, near his place. I put on some black jeans, and a black shirt. All black was a favourite of mine, not just on the club. I waited outside the cafe for Michael. The man from the pictures I had seen earlier didn't show up at time. In fact, he never showed up. Instead, a beautiful, hot man came up to me, introduced himself as Michael, "we've been in touch over email". I was confused. He didnt look like his pictures at all. On the pictures I had seen an average to ugly person, nothing for the eye really. At least not my type. But the man standing in front of me was amazing. He was a bit shorter than me, dark haired with a clean cut beard, and his muscular body couldn't be hidden, even behind his black pair of nicely fitted cargo pants, a military green sweatshirt and baseball cap. He also had white sneakers and a metal necklace. This man was definetely the Michael I had chatted with, but not the person I had received pictures of. The only right thing was the age, he was in his forties. "You see, I have had guys approching me and my business not because they are sluts but because they are into me. Then they pull out of the project as soon as they realise they will not get my cock. So I started some years ago to use fake pics to ensure the guys I spoke to were really into the project and not me. I am sorry for the dishonesty, but I just hate planning and inviting tops, only to have the bottom cowardsly never show up, because he wasnt the pig he pretended to be." "Well, its better with a surprise from average to hot, than the opposite..." i stuttered, shyly. It was pretty obvious I was into him too, not only his business. "Yeah, absolutely. Well, lets get inside and start the planning, sall we?" "Sure!" We went into the small cafe, and sat down, having a coffee each, at a table in the corner by the window. He went straight to the matter: "So, you're into this? Let me know why it turns you on..." "Well..." I was amazed by his confidence and the way he talked as if this was the most normal thing in the world... "Well, I have always been a person that likes to... have fun... with other ..." my voice was low and almost whispering. "Speak up, boy! Use the words you would use if we were alone, playing in my bedroom. Horny, fuck, cum, breed - no shame. Speak with a normal voice, and noone will care. And if they do - well their problem." He looked deep into my eyes, deadly serious. "I have always been a horny being. Love to get fucked." "and?... this is not your typical hookup, you know..." "Yeah, the last few years I have been more and more into sleaze and pigstuff. "Thats more like it!" he said with a horny grin on his face. Still maintaining eye contact with me. We continued chatting about my personal sex life, fantasies and desires for a little while. Then he pulled up a paper from his bag, and we started going through the process he had described to me in the email. He took notes of everything. At first he was open to my ideas and preferenes. I suggested going with the minimum time frame of three hours, and only 1on1s. I also suggested doing basic only, in regards of sex activities allowed, only anal-, oral-fuck and rimming. He nodded when I spoke, but his smile went smaller. When I had made all my suggestions he stared at me and said "You're joking right?" I didnt know what he meant. I wasnt joking, I was serious. "From what i know about you, this it way to little. It will not satisfy you at all. And my tops would expect much more from a boy like you." "Oh? I dont get it, it seems quite wild to me already, with these basic terms...??" "You have no idea of how this is working at all, do you... My top friends fuck hard, rough and verbal. They will absuse your like noone you can find yourself on Grindr, and will definetely not be happy with a good lucking wannabe-slut only taking cocks for three hours. The tops I wanna pair you with all have a minimum time of one hour. So in your world that will give you three loads. And thats not enough. Some of my tops require five loads inside before they show up. And what is this shit talk about only basic? Can you not take a DP? Never had a piss-tube down your throat? Well, maybe you're not my guy after all. I must have misjudged you by your appearance and your fantasies." I was shocked. The whole thing seemed suddenly much more serious. Michael started packing his things, and rose from his seat. Walking past me on his way out, he stopped. Looking down, and saying "Well, it looks like that speech only made you harder and hornier frim what I can see..." he nodded down to my cock. It was rock hard clearly pulsating inside my jeans. "Your cock clearly tells another story than all the bullshit you said earlier today. You're not a bottom, you are a slut, a whore. Just embrace it." I didnt know what to say. I really wanted to do this, but was fucking scared as well. "Last chance. If you come with me now, i will wreck your ass once and for all, and it will never want to take anything else than raw, rough and multiple cum filled cocks." A woman some tables away from us, looked shocked at us, and shaked her head... But I nodded, took my things and went with him. Ready to let him turn me into a slut.

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Absolutely agree. I've never found anywhere like it. I worked in London for a while and used to go to the boots only sessions on a wednesday afternoon. Given it was a week day, most of the guys were older, retired, or unemployed which just added to the sleaziness of it. At the time (in the nineties) there were a lot of safe sex messages and barebacking was really risky. So it was incredible to find a sleaze-pit like the Fort where most guys fucked raw and many of them were poz. The second thing, as rawplug says, was the honesty of the place. You went there, you stripped off, you fucked and were fucked like nature intended and you - probably - ended up poz like me. The other thing was that from the outside, it was just a regular pub on a street corner with shops next door and a bus-stop outside. There was something really exciting about going up to the door and buzzing to be let in, knowing what was going to happen, whilst people in the bus queue had no idea. You paid the entrance fee at the bar and were given a key to some lockers on one wall to the side. Exciting to strip naked in that open bar area then walk up to the bar and order a drink as other naked guys looked on. As rawplug says, there was an entrance to the dark rook beside the bar, with a sling hanging outside it. I've written elsewhere about being gangbanged in the sling. Once I'd taken raw cock and loads in my arse there was no going back. I haunted the place for months on a wednesday afternoon, fucking like an animal until my hole was running wet. The best part was getting dressed and being let out onto the street with underwear wet with leaking cum and strolling off past the shoppers outside!

Cocksucking? The first cock I sucked was at 17. A lot of firsts. The sex shop clerk who came into my booth when I was watching my first gay porn movie. Made me suck his cock and then continued to fuck me. Also a first. Got my own cock sucked a few days later in the cruising park. I thought I'd pass out spurting my load down his throat.

I have always been a bottom, but during the 90's I was a good little pig and always made sure to use condoms. Anonymous sex really turns me on, and I spent a lot of time in public toilets sucking and being fucked. To be honest, I didn't really care what they looked like, although I have the hots for older daddies, as long as they had a nice stiff cock. During that time, I got to know a middle-aged Indian guy and we played a lot together and with other guys in the local toilets. I think he saw something in me, because he encouraged me to give myself more and more to anyone around, and kept talking about doing it bareback and how he knew I was really a dirty boy and I really wanted it. One night, he took me to a toilet near some playing fields. It was an old, brick block set back amongst some bushes. There was no light inside and I felt anxious as he led me towards the black doorway. Inside, it was quite small with a long urinal on one wall and two cubicles on the other. The only light was from an occasional passing car and I saw several shadowy figures standing quietly against the urinal. We went up and stood beside them and my friend unzipped my trousers and dragged my cock out. As he bent to suck me, I felt hands caress my arse through my jean and horny fingers squeezed the base of my cock. "Nice" I heard someone whisper, their stale breath behind my ear. The indian guy's fingers were on my belt as he sucked me, and suddenly he dragged my trousers and pants down. A finger ploughed between my cheeks, probing my hole. I was getting a bit scared. I couldn't see anything, and the hot, sweaty bodies closing in on me made me nervous. Suddenly, a bottle was thrust under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, kid." I sniffed the poppers, and the bottle was withdrawn. I felt giddy, warm, and relaxed. The Indian guy stood back and someone dragged my head forward and thrust a fat, slimey cock into my mouth. I was suddenly really horny and then some cold, slippery lube was applied to my mancunt and I thrust back to meet the scaley fingers. A forefinger ploughed up me, and I winced as the rough nail scratched me on the way in. "Man," came a whisper " He wants it bad." The indian said. " Give him the poppers and fuck his arse" The bottle appeared under my nose as I sucked. I sniffed, my head swam, and suddenly I felt a fat cock-head nosing into my cunt. I reached back and realised he wasn't wearing a condom! I started to rise, but a strong hand pushed my shoulders back down and a hoarse voice said "Easy kid, you know you want it." The cock pushed against my hole, and suddenly slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush. "Oh yeaah!" He said, his fat, hairy belly against my cheeks and his cock buried to the hilt. What was I doing! How could I let some stranger I couldn't even see fuck me bare? But his cock started to slide in and out of me, and it felt so good I could only groan with pleasure. "Give him the poppers" he breathed and more fumes filled my nose. His thrusts were deep and urgent and I realised he wasn't going to pull out. No! I shouldn't do this! But it felt soooo good and so wrong that the excitement was unbelieveable. Suddenly, his whole body spasmed and shook and he gasped "cumming!" as he spurted in me. WHAT HAD I DONE? He could be poz! The Indian guy's face was next to mine and he whispered. "There you go. His spunk's in you now." I heard a low chuckle and the man said. "Yeah, knocked him up good!" I felt my blood run cold and yet it felt so dirty, so incredibly sexy that I just remained bent over, my hands on the cold wet wall as the indian guy said "I knew you wanted it!" I felt his hands reach over and spread my arse cheeks. I couldn't see a thing it was so dark, and yet , and yet... " Who's next" He whispered. A short, fat cock slid into me and fucked me quickly in short, urgent thrusts and in seconds it swelled and spurted in me. I was lost, literally giving myself to the darkness as my indian friend stroked my face and whispered encouragement as cock after cock bred me until the sperm ran out of me..... 10

Thanks Guys - appreciate the compliments. Although I write them as stories, they are all based on fact and this really happened to me!

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Yes Sir. I can't remember the last time I was hard while getting fucked. I seldom even touch my cocklet when being used. I will occasionally cum from being fucked. In my mind it is the only a true bottom ever should cum. Having his useless cum forced out of his limp cock, from the pleasure he gives to a really Man through his innate sex organ.

I had a hot time Monday morning. First, I went to the local park and, within thirty minutes, got my dick up a young faggot. The guy looked about 20-something with his Columbia sweatshirt on, short dark blond, nice tight body and a dick about 6 1/2 inches but very thick. He came into the restroom and went into the booth next to me. I began to peep over and noticed he was playing with himself. I began to tap my foot and he did the same thing. Someone else came in and Columbia-boy left, I thought I had missed a fine piece of ass from this guy -- and my poz load up young ass is the best. Well, the intruder pissed and left, and then Columbia-boy came back in and into the urinal. Where the urinals are there is a glory hole. I began to look again as he played with himself and became erect. He went to the glory hole and slid his cock in -- right down my throat. I was already there and chewed on his young beefy dick for a little bit. I sucked for about ten minutes and then I noticed his breathing changed, so I stopped. I got up and stuffed my big cock through, and heard him moan. My 9+ incher gets that a lot. I felt his hot young mouth on my cock, doing his best to swallow me to the root. Every time he gagged, my cock spurted some of its poz precum down his throat. I pulled away after a bit, and told him I was coming over. He opened his door, and smiled. Mr. Columbia liked what he saw: a tall, hairy-chested stud with a big cock. I didn't say much, just spun him around, and said, "I wanna fuck you." He tried to protest, so I squatted down and started eating him out. Soon, I had him moaning and writhing, as he held onto the top of the partition for dear life. Then, I got up, spat on my poisoned cock, and speared him. Columbia-boy winced in pain, and let out a groan of agony. His tight ass wasn't too welcoming for my cockhead, so I pushed harder. Without warning, my cock popped into his ass, and he gasped. I didn't give him any time to adjust, and just started fucking him. He was hurting, and wanting my cock. I gave his tits a hard twist, and his ass opened up real nice. Soon, I had him fucking me back. I felt my balls tingle, and started to pile drive him. His "uh, uh, uh" got louder and louder. I gripped his hip and made on final slam into him, and blasted my first charged load of the morning into his ass. He jerked himself off as I shot another spurt into him, and his ass started dancing on my cock as he came on the stall wall. Cum dripped down his leg when I slid out of him. He grabbed some toilet paper and started to wipe, then noticed the pink goo on the paper. "Shit, I'm bleeding," he said. I looked and shrugged a bit. "Are you safe," he asked me then. "I'm completely healthy," I told him. I straightened myself up, and wiped the pink goo on my cock, and then left the rest room for a break. As I was sitting at a bench, I watched Columbia-boy leave, walking a bit funny and looking a bit worried. I smiled to myself. After he left, I decided I wanted some more ass. So I went to the local university t-room where I normally got young ass and found this hot little twink hanging around outside the bathroom. He was just my type: couldn't have been more than 19 or 20, thin and waifish with short brown hair and beautiful puppy eyes. His eyebrow was pierced and he wore a tight, thin t-shirt that let me know his tit was pierced too. I walked around for a bit and let him follow me. I would outline my 9" dick against my sweats and let him get worked up over it. I played with my dick, getting it hard and dripping precum, and let him drool over the big wet spot I made. I then went into one of the handicapped bathrooms that locked and waited for him. He came in and locked the door. I began to play with my hard dick as I watched him watch me. "Do you want this," I asked him, and he nodded. I pulled him to me, and pulled off his t-shirt. I tongued his tit-ring and he threw his head back and moaned, so I twisted the other one. He grabbed at my t-shirt, and took it off, and nearly came when he saw my hairy chest. He rubbed his smooth twink chest against mine, and got all turned on by it. I unbuckled him and turned him around, I had him lean over the sink in the restroom. Since I really wasn't in a hurry, I just went to work on his neck and ears to help him relax. I kissed him, and ate him out, played with his tits, and sucked his nice big cock for a bit. He watched me in the mirror as I rubbed my poz cock against his ass crack. I did this for a while before spitting on my dick and ramming it home – into his hot twink ass. He grimaced and began to breath hard and tried to jump away but I held him down as I remained in him without moving. His ass felt great! I leaned into him, rubbing my chest against his back and whispered in his ear, telling him how I was going to fuck the shit out of him, and rape his ass with my big dick and fill him up with my hot cum really helped him relax and get into the spirit of things. He began to rock back into my dick. I fucked him almost twenty minutes! As I was fucking him, he began to j/o and get loud and tell me to fuck him with my "big fucking cock." I fucked and fucked him and he came on the floor in the restroom. I was getting real close, and felt my charged cum beginning to churn in my balls. "I'm gonna cum," I said. "You want it?" "Yeah," he panted, thrusting his ass back onto my cock. "Give it to me. Give me your fucking cum. Shoot your load in my ass." As his ass tightened around my dick, I felt my balls lift as I flooded him with my hot poz cum. We rested a bit, and cleaned up. He never once asked me about anything, even after he saw blood on my cock and the paper he was cleaning his ass with. I tweaked his nipple, and said "See you 'round."

My 1st time at fisting was in NYC in the mid 70's- - the old Adonnis Theater was a great place to get cock, and I was in college in the city and flourishing on cock. I used to head over to Manhatten on the ferry after classes were done on Friday and hit the Club Baths, or I would do Times Square and the theaters like Adonnis. One Friday night, I hit Adonnis and they were showing the normal porn, but a fist video came up on the screen. This "older "guy (30 ish??) started playing with me up in the balcony, then the bathroom, and seeing my interest in the film, he invited me to his place. I went with him, and 7 blocks later we were at this empty apartment- a few odds and ends laying around- he said he was moving out. All he had for lube was some lotion, and it being my 1st time at the fist trough, the entire event was a disaster- I ended up at the Club Baths an hour later being a pig. After that, no fists for almost 5 years, until I was in Chicago for a food service show- got picked up by a guy in the old Eagle, went to his place, and ended up with all sorts of things in my ass; including his fist. The next morning my ass was better than ever, and I was amazing energized all day long. Went into a vanilla relationship for 19 years with nothing wild, but the last 12 years, since being single, I have explored- the last 3 years more and more and more into getting the fist in deeper and longer. My hole can take a long workout, and be absolutely tight for a skinny cock within a few hours. And I can get a man off in my hole , then squeeze and milk him until he is begging me to stop before he pisses <g> -Of course I just keep on milking him- most of the time they pull out panting, but sometimes....<veg>