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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.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

In case you were wondering why all the videos you uploaded to [insert big tube site here] were deleted, here's what happened… The History Behind What's Going On Going back a ways, there are groups who are dedicated to getting rid of porn on the Internet (or at least as getting rid of as much of the porn as possible). Exodus Cry is one of the main groups trying to get rid of porn. A couple years ago they did a campaign to get state legislatures to declare porn a "public health crisis". A few states signed on, but overall it wasn't terribly successful. So now they've changed strategies and they took aim at PornHub saying that PornHub was being used to traffic underage girls. There was an article here and there with those claims but it didn't get traction. Then they got Pulitzer prize-winning journalist Nicholas Kristof at the NY Times to write an article on it. Apparently they spoon fed him information and he didn't really check the general validity of the claims before publishing his article. (Read more about it here.) But once that article was out things started happening. The other piece of background that you should know is that PornHub is owned by a company called MindGeek. Today MindGeek is an an enormous company, but it has a very shady past. It started as Manwin back when tube sites were just coming out as a thing. Manwin operated out of countries that had no extradition treaties and they encouraged/enabled people to upload videos they didn't have rights to. So their tube sites were filled with illegal content (illegal for copyright infringement mostly). Those tube sites decimated the porn industry. Suddenly people didn't have to pay. Lots of producers went out of business. People like me who sent traffic to sites run by producers went out of business. Anyway, their business was so illegal that the owners would get indicted and around that time the business would be sold to someone else. They they would get indicted and the business would be sold again. Some of the owners later went to prison, others are still on the run or out of reach of the law. Anyway, about the 3rd or 4th time that happened the company was sold and renamed MindGeek. The owners of MindGeek decided to clean up their image. So they hired an army of lawyers and stayed (just barely in some cases) on the right side of the law. Anyway, Manwin had bought up a lot of the big tube sites that they didn't already own. And MindGeek continued buying. Last I knew they owned 5 of the 8 top tube sites. Then as the producers who were having problems and were going out of business because of all the illegal content on MindGeek's tube sites started going out of business, MindGeek started buying them up. The producers were in a constant battle to get illegal copies of their videos off the tube sites, but once the same content was owned by MindGeek all that illegal content magically disappeared giving MindGeek a huge advantage – they didn't have to fight the big tube sites, because they were the big tube sites. These days MindGeek owns most of straight porn, and some really big names in gay porn. Men.com, Sean Cody, Reality Dudes – they all belong to MindGeek (and many many more). The other thing to know is that there's what's legal, and then there's what MasterCard and Visa (and their shareholders) want to be associated with. The Visa/MC standard is stricter than what's "legal". By having a "premium membership" for PornHub, MindGeek was agreeing to be held to the higher Visa/MC standard. The problem was that when customers bought a PornHub Premium membership it allowed them ad-free access to PornHub. PornHubPremium.com is a "clean" site – MindGeek has vetted every person and company that's uploaded to the premium site. And those people are contractually obligated to have signed model releases and age verification documentation on file. But none of that is the case for PornHub.com – MindGeek has no clue who's behind the random email address the person provided. Yes, their terms of service probably say the person has to own (or have a license for) the video and everyone has to be 18+, but given that they don't really know who the uploader is, there's no way to enforce any of that. Because the premium membership included benefits on the non-premium site, what was going on on PornHub.com became Visa and MasterCard's business. If that hadn't been the case then it might have all blown over since the premium site was clean. What's Happened In The Past Couple Weeks The shit started hitting the fan when Kristof's article appeared in the NY Times. That got MasterCard and Visa to start investigations. Within a few days MasterCard terminated their relationship with PornHub, and Visa followed suit later the same day. Because of those investigations MindGeek is in crisis mode – they need the money they get from credit cards. Visa and MasterCard are continuing their investigations and they're looking at more than PornHub – they're looking at everything MindGeek owns. If Visa/MC isn't happy MindGeek could lose credit card processing for all their sites – including their paysites (Men.com, Sean Cody, Reality Dudes, etc.) MindGeek has been working hard the last few years to change their image. They're now so large and have so much legal content that they don't need the illegal content that made them into a huge company. And that illegal content is what got them in trouble with Visa/Mastercard. Unfortunately they can't tell the difference between your personal video (that's legal), and the illegal video that someone else uploaded, so they just deleted everything that wasn't uploaded by someone who they've vetted. And because they had put all their tube sites under the umbrella of the "PornHub Network", this is also affecting PornMD, RedTube, XTube and YouPorn. Oh, and GayTube got shut down completely! All in all they deleted just under 80% of the videos on their sites(!!) It was a massive purge. Final Thoughts – Putting Things In Context 1) For starters this all started because some people said that there was Child Sexual Abuse Material (CSAM) on PornHub. And yes, mixed in among the millions of videos they had on their sites, there was a little bit of it. BUT we need to put that into context. The Internet Watch Foundation has documented the following number of cases on the various big internet platforms… Facebook – 84.1 million cases of CSAM Instagram – 4.45 million cases of CSAM Twitter – 1.47 million cases of CSAM PornHub – 118 cases of CSAM In other words, the "big tech" social media platforms have a MUCH MUCH bigger problem with child porn than PornHub. But Exodus Cry didn't go after those platforms, they went after PornHub, because none of this is actually about child porn. Child porn is just the pretext to go after porn in general. The problem was the publicity got Visa/MC to re-examine the other (non-CSAM) illegal content on PornHub's sites (e.g. pirated porn). Once they were under a microscope for one thing, everything had to be cleaned up. 2) Another takeaway is that this wasn't about you. It wasn't about PornHub not liking a particular fetish, or whatever. This is about the commercialization of formerly free tube sites by a large corporation and what happens when you start using Visa/MC to sell memberships (or products) on your site. This is about Visa and MasterCard's rules. 3) Another thing to remember is that, while this may be painful for a time, ultimately it's really good that PornHub deleted all those videos. The big tube sites decimated the porn business. Lots of producers went out of business, and most of the people like me who got commissions by promoting sales on legal porn sites just went out of business and disappeared completely. 10 years ago there were three gay webmaster forum sites that were all really active with discussion. Today there's one and it's lucky if it gets 1 or 2 people posting comments in a day. By deleting all those videos the playing field is considerably more level. So it sucks that your videos are gone, but ultimately this means a better, healthier porn industry.

Its Sunday afternoon , my usual day to buy groceries up at Brookshires. Its a warm day and as usual I have on a pair of shorts , commando of course and a T shirt. I arrive at Brookshires , walk in and get my cart and off I go to the isles .. as I'm shopping I run into an old gay contact. His name is Mac. He's my height but heavier with a big fat cock about 7 1/2 inches with a slight curve. I remember it well because I sucked it off twice. We had some small talk and he tells me the news he is now poz but on meds and undetectable . He said he needed to use the bathroom while we were talking and I said I needed to go too.. I really wanted to see his big cock , I believe he had the same intentions .. We both walk into the bathroom and its empty. We belly up to the stalls and pull our cocks out.. I looked at his big cock as it was pissing and started getting hard.. Mac asks " you wanna suck my poz cock?" I said "why not ! " We went into the handicap stall.. I dropped my shorts when we stepped in.. My cock was already hard. Just so happened he was also commando and dropped his shorts.. His big cock was hard and standing tall !.. we started rubbing our cocks together. Mac pulled me close and we started kissing deep. I rubbed his hard cock as we made out.. I soon went to my knees and started sucking Mac's big poz cock. MMMMM is was really good. I just love sucking a big dick like a whore bottom boy. Mac held my head and started face fucking me .. I soon tasted his slick precum as it hit my tongue .. Mac's says " you should come on over to my house." I agreed.. We quickly put our pants up and finished up our grocery shopping.. I was soon at Mac's door. He let me in.. He had on a bathrobe with his cock hanging out the front.. I love that.. i wasted no time and I grabbed his cock as we quickly started making out again.. I unbutton my shorts drop and they drop off reveling my hard cock.. Mac is rubbing and squeezing my ass with both his hands while I'm rubbing his big dick.. We soon head for the bedroom.. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt off.. I'm now naked with a throbbing hard on... Mac sets his robe on the chair .. Mac walks toward me , his cock was standing tall , mmm it looked so hot.. He gets close and my legs automatically spread apart.. He pulls my legs up and gets close.. His cock was on top of mine as his rubs his cock back and forth in a fucking motion .. his big cock looked so hot on top of mine . Soon he guides it down to my boy hole.. He says " you ready to take my poz cock?" What could I say at this point, I said " yeah , fuck me with your big poz cock" Mac says " yeah , you like that big poz cock !" Mac continued to rub his big cockhead back and forth across my boy hole.. His precum was making it slick .. Mac says as he slips the head in " mmm take it !" It felt so good as I love cock head slipping in and out . I was hungry to have his big poz cock up my ass.. Mac kept working his cock deeper and deeper up my ass till he was balls deep..He then fucked me deep with long strokes keeping the pressure on my ass.. My cock was hard as he fucked me good and deep.. Mac says " you want that hot poz load don't you boy?" I said "yeah" in between the moans every time he drove his cock deep.. Mac says "good , cause I don't pull out ! " Mac continues to work my ass over , his precum had my ass walls all slick. Mac says ," your prostate is absorbing my poz cum , you like having your prostate pounded and massaged with my poz cock don't you boy !" I said "yes" in between the moans.. I soon had to cum as I couldn't hold it .. I stroked my cock as he fucked me , I soon shot a huge load... I moaned and moaned as I cummed while he pounded my prostate !! I must have shot a dozen squirts of cum !! Mac says " you ever taken a poz load before ? " I said " I don't think so " Mac says " mmm a virgin" Mac picks up the pace ,, I could tell he was turned on fucking my neg ass knowing he would be my first poz load" Soon Mac starts to whimper and grunt .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load deep in my ass ! He pulls out and looks at his prize before he slides back in to finish his orgasm.. When he pulled out I could feel a couple streams of sperm sliding down !! Mac slowly fucks me . Mac say's "I love fucking a creamed ass!" Mac pulls my hips and drives it deep and holds it there.. Mac says " absorb that seed boy ! " Mac never lost his hard on and fucks me slowly making sure he pumps every last drop of cum in my ass ! He finally let me loose after 15 minutes ! I get up and slip my shorts on and head home.. My ass felt really good, cum fucked , stretched and pozzed.

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.

I can't say I know him, but I don't like his sleeve. It looks like multiple flavours of Hubba Bubba gum got chewed up and spread out over his arm. Bleh.

Brings back fond memories of overpasses and trails. Keep the story flowing.

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.

In '92 there were no HIV drug cocktails - no one shot blanks. The infectious disease specialist to whom my parents took me told both me and my parents that it was highly unlikely I'd live to be 30. As I stood in my tighty whiteys in the examining room and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a tall pale broad shouldered 18 year old with clear skin, big blue eyes and a mop of black hair. A typical college freshman hunk. The Doc recommended I abstain from sex to not put anyone at risk and if I had to have sex always cover my cock with a condom to protect my partners. In the months since I was stealth pozzed on my 18th birthday, I had become a bi-weekly visitor to the Steamworks. They knew my name at the front desk! I was a a very popular cum dump - the kind of guy who posted my room number on the chalkboard, advertising my tight cunt to everyone in the bathhouse. I loved public sex. No closed doors for me. I wanted everyone to see me begging for the load. I wanted everyone to know the cock fucking me was condom-free. I wanted all the guys to know I was accepting as much dirty seed as my cunt could take in an eight hour period. I walked around the Steamworks, my legs sticky with seed and my cunt a cum sloppy mess. I loved the looks I'd get when a troll dumped his load in me. I knew the guys who muttered fuckin' whore would all eventually use my cunt. I never let anyone touch my cock: I wanted cum, I didn't want to give it away. My hard-on painfully dripped so much precum it stuck to my jock. Eventually, it was bound to happen: a daddy and his boy invited me into their room. As the daddy fucked me, his angelic-looking little cum dump freed my cock and backed up on to it. Within seconds I spewed my dirty seed into his snatch. And that's how it started - as a gift to another cum dump. Fuck the Doc and his warnings. I liked this a lot! I wanted to pass my strain on. If I was gonna be dead before I reached the age of 30, I was determined that at least a part of me would live on, passed from slut to slut, long after I was six feet under. My notoriety as a cum dump for the regulars at the Steamworks made a change of locations necessary and fortunately the Bay Area provided that change: the Waterworks bathhouse in San Jose. Entirely new baths and entirely different me. In San Jose I was a raw fuck top. My bigger than average uncut cock and healthy look opened a lot of cunts to my dirty seed. I even got a PA. I found I loved the short twinks - those little blond Mormon boys were my favorites. God, they wanted it so bad - they begged for it - and eventually they begged for me to knock them up - to shoot my sperm in their sweet neg asses. I wasn't shooting blanks and my PA was upping the probability that my seed would take. I loved seeing these sweet boys turn into cumdumps - I saw myself in each and every one....

REALLY wanna get my ass absolutely destroyed by you.

He slipped in and immediately jizzed...wasn't even more than that - he came the moment he entered me....i said thank you and then went back to grindr to find more donors

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.

I’m also on a journey to take longer and girthier cocks. I did a google search for anal depth training and found a plethora of useful information. my suggestion: get an ass snake and start practicing/exploring new depths on your own now—that way, you’ll know exactly what to do when game day arrives.

Dark rooms have been something I worked up to. There are t any near me, and many places I do go don’t have a real darkroom. But I’ve found one on occasion. I used to try to figure out who was in there, read his silhouette in the fleeting bits of dim light, and feel the size of his cock and check for anything that felt unusual. It was a lot of effort and killed my sex buzz. Reading through the various stories and experiences guys share on BZ about darkrooms helped me relax into the scene and picture myself enjoying anon cock in a darkroom. My last business trip before COVID took me to SF where I found a darkroom. I prelubed, had a small bottle of additional silicon lube, and my poppers. At first there were just bottoms hanging out, but eventually the tops found us. I loved the feeling of hands exploring in the dark, finding my a hungry hole just waiting there, and their cock lining itself up to enter. The anticipation was magical. I let myself be taken in the dark, never knowing who was in me. It was amazing! I did notice the fucks are more intense, and there is no concern for the bottom’s experience since he cannot see you either — you are just a warm, wet oasis in the darkness. I was in there a few times that night, and cannot wait for my next experience.

You can knock me up 🙂

Pt. 3 "You now, its not only about what you want. Its about actuall doing it." "What do you mean?" We were walking from the cafe to his house, a couple of blocks down the street. "Its been clear to me all the time that you are a pig. But it doesnt help if that pig only is let out when high on poppers in front of your computer. You have to actually get out and make an effort to do the twisted things you dream about." "Yeah, i understand. But its a transition.. it cannot happen just overnight, right?" "Back at the restaurant, your cock told me you were ready. It was stone hard after my rant. And you followed me out the door, still walking with me. If you first enter my apartment - I promise you you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. I have converted boys to sluts many times before." I looked at him. He was extremely handsome. I had come to the meeting, believing I would meet an average guy but here was the guy of my fantasies. Although the plan was to get whored out to others, not fucked by him, I couldtn help but hope that he would have a go himself as well. But what did he mean with turning me into a slut? I had had rough sex before, so I wasnt afraid of that. I had taken huge toys, even done a successful DP once. He used his keycard to open a door in a tall building, and we went inside. We went up the stairs to sixth floor where he used his card again to open a door to an apartment named Peter. I were inside his domain. His habitat. And I quickly understood that he were not to be told the rules. He were to rule. "Well, I warned you. You're now inside my home, so you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. Understood?" I didnt know what to say "Yes sir", he answered for me. "Yes sir.", I said timidly. "Strip!". I stripped down until only underwear and socks left. Something was wrong. "Come on!! Why the hell do you wear boxer briefs and those normal socks? Sluts never wear that. Only thing youre allowed to wear under your clothes from now on, is a jockstrap and tennis socks." "okay" "Okay SIR" "Okay, sir." "You own those items, right?" "Yes, sir. I have two jockstraps at home. And a few pairs of tennis socks as well." "Tomorrow, you throw away anything else. And go online and buy 10 more jocks." "Yes, sir". "Wait here, for a moment" Michael said and left. Or was it Peter, I didnt know anything anymore. What was going on!? I was in a strangers home, a hot man, but still a stranger, getting told to through away my beloved collection of briefs. And use my income to buy jockstraps. This was certainly not what I had imagined, lying in bed a few nights ago, cruising Grindr. Michael returned with a military green NastyPig jockstrap, "Here, take these on. And these socks", handint ghe stuff to me. I did, and had just finished, when i felt a big strong hand me tight on my neck, push-leading me down the hall, into a bedroom with a large bed in the centre. "Get up there." I did. "On all fours" I followed his command. "Open your mouth", i did. And he shoved his hard cock inside my throat. I hadnt even realized he had stripped down too. While gagging on a huge dick, I could see him - a slightly hairy muscular chest, framed by a leather harness and his big arms accentuated by leather arm bands - in the perifery of my field of view. "Well, just get used to this." All tops want a good open throat to warm up with." I couldnt answer, having my mouth stuffed. But could I have answered, I would probably have told him I regretted the whole thing. So maybe best I couldt say a thing. While forcing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, he kept telling and instructing me. He told me what was the best angles, what to do with my tongue, arching my back, pushing out my ass to tempt, what sounds to make, and not to make. He showed me all possible positions to mouth fuck, everything from upside down to the standard edge of the bed. I had tears in my eyes from all the gagging, but it didnt seem to bother him at all. He ust kept on teaching me how to take his cock in his mouth. After what felt like at least 30 minutes, he pulled out of my throat. "Well, you're improving. You will be able to satisfy guys with this some day. Just a little more practice needed." I didnt answer, being so tired. "What did you say?" He almost shouted. "Nothing, sir". "Exactly. Always respond to me when i say something to you." "Okay, sir. " I looked up, and he had his typical, almost evil grin on his face. looking me deep into my eyes, with horny green eyes. "Well, its time to inspect your hole." "Right now, sir?" "Did i say tomorrow?" "No, sir" "Today then".' He made me lay on my back in the middle of the bed. He spread my legs out, and had a good look at my hole. "not too bad. Looks inviting". He leaned down, touching my hole with his lips. He kissed it a few times, before I could feel his tongue poking at the opening. It didnt take long before he went rougher, moving his tongue both on the outside and the inside of my hole. Finally something that I too could enjoy. But as soon as I had thought that thought, he stopped. "Well, this isnt worth wasting time on, you just lay still and open your cheeks for the top. Occasionally you tighten and loosen your hole, just to tease him. If you get a response from him, continue like you did. Okay, slut?" "Yeah, sir." "Okay. Then lets move on to the main lesson of tonight. The breeding." "Yes, sir. Lets do it." "Taking cock up your ass is the most important thing you could ever do. Serve any top who wants to have your hole." He climbed off the bed walking away. In the doorway he stopped, and turned around. "Oh, i will just get my husband. He is a true master teacher of breeding. He will coach you."

If MFF is going to happen next year, I'm going to try and host a little party, so keep in touch. Maybe I can get you there.

Rocco Steele - Jack Dixon - Eisen Loch - Will Angel - Brian Bonds

"Oh yeah, take that poz load you fucking slut." It was the handlebar mustache fucking me. I liked his dick. It wasn't the huge one. It was thick with a big head and curved up. When he fucked me there was a lot of pressure on my prostate and he knew how to work it to make my useless bottom dick cum from amazing assgasm. "Take his gag off," someone ordered from the dark. Hands fumbled for a moment and then the gag was slowly, gently raised out of my mouth. Whoever removed it was a true gentleman and knew how much it would hurt having worn it so long. Hands were on my face massaging my cheeks and jaw. I kissed them as they passed over my lips. I felt a soft beard on my nose before the full lips were pressed against mine. Tongue deep in my mouth, I sucked on it and massaged it with my tongue. He pulled away and rubbed his beard across my cheek then whispered in my ear, "Beg for his load." It was Allen, the married guy who invited me. "Beg for his AIDS," he slapped my face. I cried out, "Fuck my neg hole. Give me that poz load. I want your AIDS. Make me toxic like you." The only sound was the clanking of the chain and grunting from the handlebar mustache as he shot his load deep in my ass. He reached down and grabbed the harness, pulling me up to meet his gaze. We locked eyes for a moment as he tried to figure out which part was the lie. His dick was still rock hard inside me. He leaned in to kiss me. He sucked and nibbled on my lips with such passion I wanted to tell him I loved him and almost did. "Well if the lying little slut wasn't poz, he definitely is now," the handlebar mustache slapped me hard. "Now tighten that hole boy. I'm going to fill you up with piss and you're going to keep it inside." "Yessir," I panted. He let out a long sigh. My wrecked cunt filled with hot piss, expanding, stretching, flushing all their poz loads deep inside me. "Keep that hole tight boy." He pulled his dick from my ass and walked around the crowd. "Suck it clean." I licked the mixture of all of their cum from his hairy balls. Teased him with my tongue. He shoved his dick all the way in my mouth. It fit perfectly, hitting the back of my throat just as his pubes pressed against my nose. I was so intent to lick and suck every drop of cum from his dick and pubes I didn't notice he was unlocking the shackles until I noticed the pain in my wrists. One by one they shoved their dicks in my mouth and I cleaned them with my tongue. The handlebar mustache was unlocking my ankle restraints when he said, "I'm going to plug your hole. You're going to be plugged all weekend. If you aren't getting fucked you'll be plugged." "Yessir." He pressed a large butt plug against my hole and worked it in. It was blunt and hurt, but then it was inside me and the neck stretched my ring just a little. Keeping me open. "I'm going to help you out of the sling now." He guided my feet from the stirrups and lowered my legs slowly. I sat up and let my feet touch the floor. My legs were shaky and sore. He kissed me gently and said, "You need to unload. You're going to cum in my ass, slut." My stomach was covered in my cum because I had been oozing all night from all the fucking. It was dry and sticky, but he spit on my stomach and wiped it down to my shaved dick. Then he spit on my dick. He sat on the sofa and put his legs up. I spit on his hole and started to go slow, but he wrapped his legs around me and pulled me into him. I pounded his hole just as firmly as he pounded mine and leaned forward to kiss him again. His mustache smelled of essential oils I couldn't identify, something woodsy and musky. His tongue was smooth, he whipped it gently in my mouth. In the moments we kissed I was madly in love with this leather muscle bear who pozzed me. It didn't take long for me to cum. We didn't stop kissing. I shot my load in his ass and kept fucking him while we kissed until my dick hurt. He whispered, "Good boy. Now let's take a nap before we head out." Everyone else had already gone to bed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down a hallway. Allen was already asleep in the bed. His husband must have been in another room. I crawled across the bed to Allen. He wrapped his arms around me and the handlebar got in, squeezing me between them. He kissed me gently again and exhaled, "I'm Carlos."

In all my escapades I've practiced Safe Sex. I was always the one to bring the Poppers, Lube and CONDOMS. I'm versatile and enjoy playing both roles. On the Interstate is a Rest stop with two stalls connected by a Glory Hole so humungous you can rest your Butt against it and get serviced without a Queer entering your stall. It's safer that way. Nothing sadder than two Faggots getting hauled off by a Cop. One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the stall waiting for anything in pants to appear. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came in. I was in the mood to get fucked—and had vowed not to go home till I got my deserts. The first guy was OK. He pissed, stroked his ManMeat, shoved It though the Glory Hole; and my Lips hungrily devoured his Tool. He groaned loudly as I nibbled his Balls. I passed him a Rubber and asked him to fuck me. I was already lubed up; and after a final sniff of my Poppers, backed onto his Dick. It took all of 5 minutes for him to blow, and he zipped up and left without removing the Condom. Hummmmmm, I mused. I’d have to try that one myself. I was still basking in the glory of my Conquest when another Dude took his place. This one was younger, thirtyish, and had a really nice Dick. I wondered how much convincing he'd take to fuck me. I puckered my lips, and had his long Tool down my throat in a flash. He pulled out and asked me to stick my Pole through the Hole. I slipped him a Condom instead. He unraveled it, and I backed up on his Shaft. He was fully inside me when—Shit!—a stranger came in. He withdrew and we both sat down waiting for the Intruder to leave. When we were finally alone, we resumed our love-making. But it felt different—hotter somehow. I reached back to make sure was wearing a Rubber. What I grabbed was bare Dick. Before I could react, he filled me with Spunk—three distinct shots up my Ass. Immediately I pulled off his Cock, and a few more blasts singed my Cheeks. Already his Jism was dripping out of my Pussy. I was shocked that he could have done such a thing—and exposed me to God-Knows-What STDs. Before I could ask him his Status, he bolted from the stall. From outside he bellowed, “WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" And he left. I tried to shit the rest of his Jism, then flushed the toilet. I soaked bathroom tissue in the fresh water entering the bowl and wiped my Hole. I wet my fingers and shoved them up my Ass to cleanse my Pussy of any leftover Spunk. Satisfied that I had cleaned up as best I could, I sat on the toilet, lamenting the nerve of some guys, when a third Dude came in. I heard him sniffling and clearing his throat, caught a glimpse of his Cock peeking out of his shorts, already a few drops of PreCum on the Slit. But I’d long since gone soft, my desire diminished; so I zipped up and left. I was on the road the next 3 weeks, crisscrossing the country, traveling for work, flying or driving or at some business address. At night in my hotel room, I'd speculate about the dirty Bastard who’d Cum inside me—and what exactly he meant by “Welcome to the Club.” Eventually I forgot the whole ordeal, as my natural promiscuity and sexual bent came to the fore; and I pursued the alluring delights of fucking and sucking. Of course, I made sure my partners were “properly dressed,” i.e., wore Condoms. Finally I returned to Reststop, but was nervous as hell. I wished I’d taken Viagra when a dude pressed his Ass to the Hole. His Cunt was all shiny with Lube. I ran my fingers over his Butt and inserted two fingers up his Pussy. They sailed in like a dream, and I began to imagine what my Cock would feel like in their stead. An erection was no longer my problem. I felt the partition flex slightly as he endeavored to dig his Ass further onto my digits. "Fuck me!” I ran the tip of my knob over his silky wet Pussy. He groaned when my Cock passed over his Hole. I unrolled a Condom, took a hit of my Poppers, and passed my sheathed Dick through the aperture. He slowly backed onto my Manshaft. He was fucking himself and milking me good. His hot, slimy, wet Pussy made the ManJuice boil up my Shaft. I plowed his Mancunt for all I was worth and before long filled the Condom with Cream. To my horror, the Condom had split. Goddamn It! That was all I needed. In disgust I ripped off the torn Rubber and flushed it down the toilet. I was about to apologize, when the Dude roared “Thanks for the Seed!” I was aghast. It was the same voice that had ”Welcomed me to the Club.” I was shocked that I could have been so naïve. I’d had no reason to suspect he was the same Fucker who’d Cum up my Ass. I was about to pursue him, when something in his stall caught my eye—a tube of Vaseline. Of course! That stuff would rot a Condom in no time. I picked it up, as a souvenir so to speak, and drove home. In less than a week, when I took a leak, it hurt like Hell. I went to the Clinic. After a few questions, I was told to lie down on the table and lower my jeans. Nonchalantly I lay back with my hands behind my head and let the Doc do his thing. He stuck a thin cotton swab down my Piss Slit. I yelped and jerked up my knees, narrowly missing his head. The swab was all green and sticky. He told me I had an infection. He placed it on a glass slide and said he needed a urine sample. It took me a good 20 minutes to piss painfully into the specimen cup. The Nurse gave me a shot of antibiotics and told me to return to the waiting room. A good hour passed before they called me again and direly announced I had “the Clap.” Treatment would be painless and easy—a few weeks on antibiotics. "Would you like an HIV test? We can have the results in an hour." Why not? I was taken to see a Counselor. Thirty minutes later a Nurse appeared with a syringe. The next hour was the longest of my life. Finally I was ushered back to the Exam Room. The Doctor was present along with the Nurse and the Counselor. The grim look on the their faces told all. I was numb. I was not only numb—I was POZ.After listening to the various treatment options, I went home. I took a vacation to try to get my life back on track. In less than a year I was back to my old tricks. Only it was I who fucked Bareback and took raw Cock up my Ass. What the hell! I had nothing to lose. I’d met a ton of POZ guys on the Net who led active and sometimes surreptitious sex lives—Chasers who always took Loads, and Givers who never pulled out. I had indeed embraced the clandestine “Club.” I went back at the Rest stop, hoping to meat the guy who had POZZED me. On my fifth trip I was sure it was him. He again fucked me Bareback; but before he could Cum, I turned round and put my Cock through the Hole. He slipped back on my Shaft. Within seconds, I unloaded in him. He was still riding my Rod when I proclaimed, "Thanks for the Invite." He shouted back, "You're Welcome, I’m sure!" And shot his POZ Load while my Cock was still in him. That time he didn't rush off, but waited for me outside. He was a Hunk, tall, 6'3", built; the last person on earth you'd suspect to be POZ . After an invitation to his house we began to see each other on a regular basis. We started to date, and eventually he moved in with me. He apologized for POZZING me—averring that along with the inconvenience of repetitive testing and expense of the Meds, came the privilege of unbounded sexual license. The funny thing was that he’d been POZZED the exact same way I was. He was just doing to me what had been done unto him. What Goes Around, Cums Around, as they say.

One of my favorite places is a certain Bear bar in St. Louis near I-64. If you’ve been to St, Louis, you probably know the place. My favorite thing about it is that it really pulls in the truckers! Whenever I’m there and I spy a rig or two parked under the nearby overpass, I know it’s gonna be a good night. Truckers aren’t hard to spot. They don’t dress “hot”...they simply ARE hot...and authentically themselves. Also, the hat. The hat is a giveaway. On this particular Saturday night, there was a Tyson truck in the lot. I get my usual Rolling Rock and make a game of wandering around trying to spot him. After scopng out the place and not finding him, I get little smile of realization on my face. So I setltle down on a stool within eye shot of the entrance. Minutes later in he walks, Tyson hat and all, followed closely by another random dude - and they immediately go separate directions. I think I may have actually chuckled at how obvious it was to me. ”Tyson” was a real fireplug: Shorter, stocky, and bearded. Just my speed. He gets an MGD at the bar, leans up against the back wall, and downs half the bottle in just over a minute. I amble over casually and take my place along side him. He catches me checking him out and I give my crotch a tug. “Looks like you’re having a good night”, I say with a knowing grin. “How many loads you gotten so far?” I ask matter-of-factly. “That was just my first”, he replied flatly, finishing his beer. “Ready for seconds?”, I asked with a sneer. He turned and looked me in the eye. “You POZ?”, he asked, “Mmmm-hmmm”, I replied. “Let’s do it”, he said. With that he walked towards the door with me right behind. Damn I do love truckers! No words were spoken as we cross the parking lot. Tyson unlocks his truck and we both climb in. He strips down quickly (which is saying something in such a confined space) and gets into the sleeper. I follow suit. Tyson was HAIRY AS FUCK. Total beast mode. With a short, fat, hard cock that we both would completely ignore. He wasted no time going down on my cock and gave me what I refer to as a “utility suck”: Getting my cock good and hard for the sole purpose of fucking. And he did a damn fine job of it. In no time, I was fuck-ready. And so was he...the pig was face down/ass up and prelubed with the first guys cum. His hairy ass punctuated by a beautiful pink, wet, mancunt. I spit on my cock as he poppered up. And I slid into him in one long motion. Now, I wouldn’t say Tyson was loose...but let’s say that pussy had seen plenty of use. He didn’t blink as my fat seven incher bottomed out inside him. Seeing that there was no need to start things slow, I immediately got my full fuck on. Pounding his furry bubble butt nice and steady. After a bit he shifted around and went legs up, his feet finding very conveniently located stirrups attached to the ceiling. (How I do love a shameless fuckhole bottom) ”Pound a load in me fucker!” He ordered. Who am I to say no? I ram myself into his cunt with fury. ”Oh, hell yeah! You gonna....you gonna POZ me up, fucker?”, he stammered out hopefully. “Yep, I’m gonna paint your guts with my dirty seed!” I croak out. He hums with pleasure...I think due to equal parts ass fucking as the prospect of getting charged cum. ”Do it, fucker...Breed my faggot cunt!” ”Beg for it!”, I spit back, barely holding off from cumming. “Let me hear you BEG for it!” ”Please...please...breed me....POZ me...please!” The look in his eyes was real. I could see the cumhunger. A hunger that can never be satisfied. I fuckin’ lost my shit, I gave him one final thrust and howled as I pumped him full of my dirty seed. I stayed inside him a good while. Grinding my Gift into his guts. We eventually lay on his rack together and bask in the cumjoy. He snuggles into me for just a moment. I fingered his wet boypussy...Feeling the mixture of my load with the one that came before me. “You up for a few more charged loads tonight? I know several guys here. If you wait here, I can send em to you.” I swear, his eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. I cleaned up with a towel he had on hand, dressed, and headed back to the bar. In minutes I sent out his next fuck. And another after that. Soon enough, those fuckers were lining up dick for him. I was there til just before 2am. All night, I saw a steady tide of men crossing back and forth across that parking lot. Truckers...Gotta love ‘em.

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