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I found my way to a "Neg Only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great fun. I had to "apply" by email stating that I was neg and DDF and attach a full frontage pic and mug shot. It’s to my advantage that I’m young, and have a job that takes me outdoors and gives me lots of exercise, so I’m always looking tan and fit and healthy. My cock jumped when the door opened, and I spied the nine neg asses lined up to greet me. I was a "first-timer" which meant I had to act discretely, but that didn’t alter my objective which was to poz, poz, poz! Myself included, there were two tops, four bottoms, and four versatiles. I started off with a married bottom named Troy, 28, blonde and blue-eyed, a PA transplant, so sweet and horny. We sat on the couch and made out. When he offered me his ass, I told him to sit on my dick and fuck himself silly. Eventually I pushed him onto his back, drew his legs to my shoulders, and pistoned until I delivered my first poz load of the night in his sweet virgin ass. Afterwards, I kept my dick in him to make sure my charge didn’t leak out. Mike, a 30-something Italian top, came up from behind and slammed his shaft into me. He pulled me off Troy, and stuck his dick into Troy’s sloppy ass. He alternated between Troy’s poz-filled ass and my long-pozzed hole. All the while I watched his reddening cock for abrasions. My mind worked feverishly on schemes to get Mike on the bottom. What a great affiliate he’d make! I ruefully recalled the "Ruffies" (date rape pills) I’d left on the dresser. I’d have to have Mike over one evening real soon. I got to screwing Davie, a 23 year old Korean, till he decided he’d rather be screwing me. Javier (Jay for short), a Latino with a short, fat dick, and a very cute Redhead joined us. The four of us ended up on the floor with Davie sitting on my dick. The Redhead crammed his shaft down Davie’s throat while Jay fucked me. I was in pig heaven! Kevin, our host, interrupted to bring us some poppers, and soon we were flying. Someone suggested double-dicking. Jay pulled out of my ass to slip into Davie’s hole beside me. Davie was a bit ambivalent about being double-fucked, and the Redhead offered his shaft as a diversion. Kevin fed Davie a tremendous whiff of poppers, and Jay slid into Davie with ease. What a wonderful sensation! My dick was in Davie’s pussy, pulsing beside Jay’s throbbing cock. It sent shivers all over my body. I blasted my second poz load of the evening into the Asian’s neg ass, dousing Jay’s cock with my virus. The Redhead replaced me, joining Jay in double-dicking the Asian. Davie moaned as my cumload-lubricant greased the two dicks engorging his mancunt. I watched them shoot into Davie, Jay first, then the Redhead, and salivated as they ground my bug into Davie’s damaged rectum. I dozed for an hour before approaching my final conquest—Joey, this short little guy, with closely cropped hair and brown eyes and the neatest little ass you’ve ever seen on a gay man. Without saying a word, I led him to a corner and rimmed him. I had already cum twice, so I knew my third load wouldn’t cum quickly. I fucked Joey mercilessly for 30 minutes, till he complained he was sore, then 10 minutes later I shot hard, fast, and furious. I figured I’d torn him up pretty good. It was only after cumming that I kissed him, lubriciously filling his mouth with my spit. He dug it. I’ve kept in touch with each of them. Of course, they think I’m neg. But that facilitates my objective—which is to poz them all. Key is to convert the tops who’ll infect the others. The virus’ll spread like wildfire, each of them thinking the others are neg. Then I’m gonna host a "Poz Only" party, and see who shows up.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

Maybe I am getting old and I need someone younger to explain this to me. I have always understood that when a guy puts “no load refused” and “Cumdump” In there profile that meant conversation was minimal and boils down to what time and what place. Lately, I have been seeing a lot of guys with this in their profile, I message them, and I hear back stuff like: How hung are you? More pics? Sorry, only into white (or insert other type) guys This guy is in his way to load me up, maybe after? Looking for small group of 4-5 No response at all Personally, I think you guys are just putting this in their profile because they know they will get more clicks and more attention. But maybe I am wrong and missing the whole point? I thought “no load refused” meant come fuck me and get off, then bounce.

It's been a long time since I've been able to be a slut because of the pandemic. I normally am just on the apps to suck some quick dick, swallow a load and move on with my day. I'm 36 white guy, good looking professional, preppy even. A bunch of (straight) friends of mine were heading to Vegas for the weekend and tempted me in to joining them. I drove up yesterday morning to meet them and we went hard, drinking, and partying. Around midnight, we are still at a bar at our hotel and I started to get really horny and opened up Grindr. My profile makes it clear that I'm a cocksucker. After a few minutes of not seeing anyone interesting, I got a message from a guy in the same hotel. He's a few years old, beefier, claims to be bi-curious and married. We exchange some messages and turns out he is staying one floor above where my room is. He tells me to come over and suck his dick. Overcome with horniness, I tell my friends I'm going to take a lap and look around the casino but instead I make it up to his room. My heart is racing. I love this feeling of slipping away discreetly, knowing my face will soon be right in some stranger's lap. I make it to his room and knock on the door, which is already slightly open. The guy is on the bed stroking with the lights of the strip being the only light in the room. "Come here, faggot" he says. Fuck! This is off to a good start. I get on the bed and move to quickly deep throat his thick cut dick. "Strip for me." he says. I quickly take off my clothes so I can get his cock back in my mouth as soon as possible. I'm now naked on his bed sucking his dick. I'm so horny I start to jack my dick off and he quickly stops me. "I don't want to see your dick or you stroking, okay faggot?" Damn, this guy is turning me on. I keep slurping his dick and licking his balls while he starts to notice my ass. "You get fucked?" he asks. "Yeah, I'm a bottom but just looking to suck tonight" I reply. "You like dick a lot, huh faggot? I'm going to just stick it in a little and then you can go back to sucking." Ugh, here we go. I'm torn. I would love to get fucked, but I'm not prepped for that tonight, I think to myself. Just the tip might be fine and then I can finish sucking him off. I'm thinking through this in my head while I suck him when he tells me to bend over the bed. I hesitate and he turns a bit stern "it's just the tip, calm down." I flip over and bend over the bed while he gets behind me. I spit on my fingers and quickly try and lube my hole the best I can. He doesn't waste any time and pushing his cock head into my hole raw. "Good boy" he says to me while he starts pumping me. I don't take raw dick that often and I always prefer to be prepped, so I was fairly nervous and hesitant which he could tell. "Relax faggot, just let me fuck you a little more." he says while I let him keep fucking me. After a few minutes, I decide it's time to finish sucking him off so I turn around and drop to my knees to suck him. He moans while I suck him "Mmmm, that feels good. You're a slutty little fucker, aren't you?" I moan a yes while I lick his balls and taint. "You trying to taste my asshole, faggot?" he says as he lifts his leg to give me access. "Fuccckkkk" he exhales as I suck on his musky straight asshole. "Turn around and give me that ass again." he says. Again, I'm hesitant and say "I'm really just looking to suck tonight." "I'm going to fuck you some more, faggot. If your ass is dirty, you can just suck my dick after. Turn around," he says. I'm struck by his directness, but do what I'm told and turn around and bend over for him. He takes my arms and crosses them behind my back and holds me down while he re-enters my ass. "Now shut the fuck up" he says as he starts to fuck me much harder than the first time. The lack of lube and his faster pace starts to burn my asshole and I yell "slow down." "Fuck off," he says as he is clearly tired of me protesting him. He lets go of my arms and grabs my hips to control the pace of his rough fucking. I try and relax through the pain, as I realize the only way this will end is with his load in my hole. All fear of not being prepped, or that I'm taking raw dick are gone as I know he is getting what he wants. This realization that I don't have any say anymore starts to exhilarate me while he uses my hole relentlessly for what seemed like 20-30 minutes. I'm lost in a daze when I hear him ask "ready faggot?" "Yes!" I reply as he erupts inside of me. "Fuck, faggot. Fuck!" he grunts as he pumps inside me and then finally collapses on top of me. My hole starts to relax as he regains his breath and pulls out of me. He hops back on the bed as I'm still on my knees on the floor, ass up. "Clean me up" he says as I crawl back in between his legs to lick his cock and balls clean. Surprisingly it tastes amazing and my piggy side takes over as I make my way back to his hole. He chuckles as he spreads his legs for me, "yeah clean my ass too." I spend another minute or savoring the smell of my crack and licking the last bits of cum off his dick , when he makes it clear it's time for me to leave. I dress quickly and soon enough I'm back out in the hallway. My hair is a mess. I'm sore and I can still taste him on my lips. As I walk down the hallway, I pull out my phone to send him a message back to say thanks. I'm not sure why I want to thank him because I hadn't cum and in truth most of the fucking was really rough and hurtful. I hope to see him again.

I had a "play date" a couple weekends ago on Sunday-- as it so happens it was world AIDS day. And it was a very naughty play session indeed. The fuckbuddy that hit me up has a particular kink. He really gets off on dirty talk. Not just run of the mill dirty talk either-- he gets off on poz talk. You know, talk about knocking up a bottom with his toxic jizz. That sort of thing. And let's just say that I don't mind this talk-- mainly because he has a beercan fat 7 inch dick on him. I can "get into" a lot of things if it's attached to a cock like that! He hit me up on a non-hookup oriented social media site and was looking to get his dick wet to celebrate the day. I was horny as hell so I said, "Sure, cum on over!" He was very particular about what he wanted during our session. I was to be pre-lubed and waiting on all fours, blindfolded. And wearing a jock or something suitable to display my ass. He would walk in and have his way with me and leave. And he was gonna "talk" during our session. I got ready and put on a pair of assless shorts for him. I also had my blindfold at the ready (as well as the poppers and lube). He called from downstairs and I buzzed him up, donned the blindfold and assumed the position. I heard him enter and lock the door. "So, faggot. Your ass ready to take my deathbabies?" he asked. "I really want to feel that big raw cock in me, but please pull out before you cum? I don't wanna get sick," I tell him, just like he wants to hear. "Dude, you know the drill. I fuck and I don't like to pull out. If you want this dick, you're gonna take it til I'm done with your hole." "Please pull out? You can shoot in my mouth instead... if you want," I suggest. "I'll think about it. Now suck my cock and get me ready!" So, I opened my mouth and let him feed me his dick. His thickness stretches my jaw and I know it's going to do the same to my ass when the time comes. He had one hand on the back of my head while he's thrusting into me. I can taste his precum already as he's obviously been thinking about our impending fuck. "Turn around, faggot. I'm gonna use that ass now." I do as I'm told, and I hear him lubing up his thick fuckstick. I fish around for the poppers on the bed and take a good hit. "Oh yeah, baby show me that hole! You ready for my poison penis? You want it?" All I can do is nod in my popper induced haze. He pops his thick mushroom head inside me, and pushes in to the hilt in one swift motion. There is a stab of pain as he bottoms out inside me. But also pleasure. He doesn't wait to let me get used to his dick- he just immediately starts fucking me with it at a medium pace. I'm on all fours and he's drilling into me from behind, hands roughly gripping my hips. "Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my toxic cock. You like taking poz dick, don't you? You get off on having AIDS just one squirt away!" "No!" I tell him. "I just like feeling your fat cock in me without a condom. Please pull out before you cum! Don't make me HIV+!" "What's the point of pulling out, you stupid cunt? I'm already leaking my sickness inside you! Can't you feel all my dirty precum slicking up your insides? Every thrust I'm massaging my tainted DNA deeper and deeper into your guts. And you're taking it, you bug chanson' bitch!" He reaches around to stroke my rock hard cock while continuing to thrust his dick inside me. "See? You get off on this, you sick fucker! Your cock is rock hard! And I bet you'll blow your last neg load as soon as I start knocking you up!" He speeds up his thrusting and really started ramming my hole. He was doing a full pull out and ram back in and I had to do poppers like mad just to be able to take it. The whole time he keeps up his litany of poz talk-- talking about his dirty DNA and getting me to "join the club". He wants to be my gifter and be the one to convert me. His dirty talk just pours out of him like his precum. Eventually he is ready to do the deed. "Oh fuck, faggot! I'm getting close! It isn't gonna be long now and your neg days will be over!" "Just pull out! Please pull out! Cum in my mouth-- I'll swallow! I promise!" I beg. "You fucking filthy cum pig bottom! I'm gonna give you EXACTLY what you want... and deserve!" He thrusts hard a few more times, then parks his cock deep while holding onto my hips with an iron grip. Then I feel it. His cock spasming deep inside me-- spitting out jet after jet of his semen. His big mushroom head throbs and swells with each spurt. My own orgasm is seconds behind, and I'm shooting my load in thick streams all over my sheets; my asshole involuntarily milking every drop from his dick. After his orgasm subsides, he slow pumps me a few times, then RAMS his dick home to the bottom causing me to cry out in pain. While slowly pulling out of me, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered "Happy AIDS Day, faggot."

I've got to the age where lads call me sir. Seemed a bit weird at first but getting used to it. I'm a lean but hairy guy - guess you could say an otter. I'm also poz and love to bareback but normally only with other poz guys. I was at the bathouse chilling when this twink came up to me and sat down next to me in the steam room and was like "sir - whatever you want I belong to you". He was incredibly skinny and had brown hair and blue eyes. I replied great come to my cabin. As we entered he knelt down and sucked on my cock getting it hard. After a while I reached for a condom and he reached for the lube getting himself ready. He asked if he could sniff on my poppers and of course I said yes. He said "I'd do anything for you" . I was like "yes I know you would". We kissed for a bit and I said "wanna put the condom on me". He replied "sir I'd love to go raw with you - that powerful cock would feel so good in me". I told him "I'm poz so we'd best not do that". With that news he took another hit of poppers and his sub side left him! He was completely rock solid and I sucked him for a bit getting him moaning... As I licked his balls he took another hit of poppers and said "please sir I need that raw cock in me". I replied again we should use condoms. At that point he said "you like the balls your licking" and I said "yes of course". He replied "you know they will explode if you don't use me raw". I laughed saying "we can't have that". He said "make me yours. Let me feel that toxic cock in me - breed me sir". I told him to sniff again and I eased my big cock into him. Slowly at first so he got used to it. Then as I picked up the pace he begged for me to poz him. This pushed me over the edge and I shot volley after volley of cum into him. After a while he kissed me again and said "thank you for making me yours sir". As we left the cabin a blonde lad came up and said "I'm here every Saturday - could you make me yours too?" I said I'd think about it...

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

There’s a palpable difference between sexual acts that are being performed for the camera and sex that is simply observed by the camera’s eye. Performed sex may have all the explicit angles and everything lit for optimum visibility, and every body positioned for effect, but it often lacks the subtle clues that passion is at play, that body chemistry is in flux, that male instinct could take over reason. This is why some amateur material is so compelling - it feels more real, somehow more alive and in this moment, even if it clearly isn’t as staged. This piece caught my attention because it lands somewhere in the middle. These men may be performing for the camera - but they’re having sex in a pretty serious way. The flush of their skin, their facial expressions, the spontaneity of their actions - this is a breeding that could happen with no camera in the room. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/40535/fuck-it-hard-fuck-it-strong/

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

I agree with the spirit of this assertion in this context. I believe that consent to provide oral service should automatically imply consent to throatfucking. That is, it should be the normative understanding between men and faggots. If a faggot doesn't want to have his throat forced, he should make it clear in advance. And personally, I have always found it hard to respect men who hold back or, even worse, ask for permission to do what comes so naturally.

Jesus christ I thought to myself. I blacked out, had unprotected gay sex, and told gay strangers my hotel and room number. Now it was 3 a.m. my wife would certainly be calling me by 7. Fuck it. I would just ignore them and they would eventually go away. I walked away from the door and got into bed. There was another knock and then a few beats. The lock disengaged and the door swung open. Three guys stepped inside, the front one flashed a room key. I'd told them where I was staying AND gave them my extra room key. I berated myself. Wow. Well done.

When all of a sudden, there was this look of anger in Boss's eyes. I didnt know what I had done wrong. Boss was looking at Ted "Do you ever just feel like beating up a fag. I mean we dont have to have a reason, he's a fag, isn't that reason enough" He said with a laugh but still that angry look glaring right at me. I was afraid and turned on all at the same time. This was an ongoing thing, fear and lust together. It's a really big fucking turn on. Ted replied " I never really thought about it that way but Yeah that works for me." I asked, Boss can I tell you something I have been thinking about ever since I started working for you? "Speak up fag" Boss replied. I knew that when my employment took this Dominant turn that there would be things I would have to do. You told me that people in your world thought I could not handle your anger, that I was too soft for the job. I knew I could handle it when you get angry and riled up. I knew I had a different approach than others who may have been in my shoes. If you need to take out your anger on something or someone, that would naturally be me. I welcome you taking out your aggression on me. I actually have been wanting to have some scars from you. Bruises I could look at for weeks, as a reminder of your anger. I mean you know where to apply your fists so as not to have them not be visible to anyone. So this anger management would be only between us. I watched his eyes as I spoke and while the anger was still there, there was also this evil grin on his face. He knew I had no bounds and this was another way to prove that. Boss paused a moment then said " So you want me to beat you up? That is the most compliant fag I have ever known. At first I thought that would take some of the fun out of it, but now that I think of it, knowing I can beat up a queer whenever I want, that gets me worked up. Stand up fag." I did as I was told. "I think you better have a nice good hit first," Boss stated. He put several rocks in the meth pipe and lit it up. Watching as the rocks melted and He rocked the pipe back and forth while that swirl developed in the bowl. I still gets me excited no matter how many times I watch this happen. "Hit it good" Boss demanded. I pulled slowly on the pipe letting it go into my lungs naturally. "Keep going , dont stop" Boss demanded again. I kept going until I felt my lungs were going to explode. "Now hold it in like a good fag" Boss knew just what to say to make me compliant to his wishes. "Let the meth be absorbed by your lung tissue, so it can take hold of you. The more we do this, the more your brain is going to want it, crave it, demand it, be addicted to it. Thats where I want you, craving my meth every minute of every day, so I can keep you on the hook" He put his hand up to my nose when he thought I was going to exhale. "Not yet fag, only when I say" Boss stated as he nodded his head and I nodded mine to say Yes Sir. He finally let me breathe and I exhaled but nothing came out. "See now fag, all that smoke is in your body where it should be, am I right?" I replied Yes Boss . "Let's have you do another" Boss stated. I said sure thing Boss. We did the same method, I so love it when he force intox's me. "Are you fucked up now faggot" Boss asked. Fuck yes I am Boss. Thank you for keeping me intoxicated and hooked on meth. Then out of nowhere he balled up his fist and planted it firmly and with much force right into my gut. I saw it coming and flexed my stomach muscles. It landed on me so hard but I didn't flinch. "Fuck that felt good, fags like you piss me off sometimes and when they do this is what will happen," and another blow to the other side of my gut. This time I did flinch a bit. "Aww that one hurt huh?" I can take it Boss, thats my job. "Damn right it is. Here Ted take a swing" Boss asked of Ted. I turned to face Ted. We all knew that the gut was the best place to receive this beating. It would be quicker to recover and would be hidden since I can never take off any of my clothes around the Boss and his friends. Ted attempted to get a good right hook but he was apprehensive. I could see it on his face. His hit didn't hurt and to be honest I barely felt it after the Boss 2 very good swings. "C'mon buddy, you can do better than that" Boss asked of Ted. "Think of some broad that pissed you off. I know that blonde bitch you dated who left you hanging in the dust. Yeah think about how mad you were at her. Let it build up in your brain. That dumb cunt stood you up then ghosted you. You don't deserve that shit from anyone, Am I right Ted" Boss was egging Ted on to get that anger built up. I was loving it watching Ted think about how pissed off she made him. I was just waiting for him to assault me. I wanted it. "Now look at that faggot. Can't you see he is salivating at the idea of you hitting him. He wants you to abuse him. Don't you hate it when you are out at Menards and you know that some faggot is checking you out. Doesn't that make the steam rise in your head. Here is your chance to do what you've always wanted to do. Do it , punch that queer hard" Boss words were ringing in my ears. I played those words over and over in my head waiting for Ted to make his move. Finally I saw the rage, Ted balled up his fist, pulled his arm back and swung at me so hard. I wasn't expecting him to place such a hard blow to me. I gasped for air and took a step back. "Fuck yeah Ted, see how good that feels to get that aggression out, especially on a faggot like this. In his case a faggot that wants to be our punching bag" Boss stated with such a happy yet dominant tone. I had to speak. Thank you both for using me this way. I can feel your bruises and am happy to help you relieve your anger. They both just started laughing so hard and their laughs went on for like 10 minutes. They would almost stop then start again. Boss walked right up to my face. " You did well tonight my meth addict pig punching bag of an assistant." He lifted up my T shirt and saw the welts they had left. " Look at that, you now have several things to look at and remember us by. I want you to have one more hit since you've been such a well behaved homo tonight. Once again I watched him load the bowl, this time with one big rock. He torched it up twirling the pipe back and forth in those masculine hands of his. My favorite swirl turning in the bowl as the meth turned to liquid. This time he did something different. He took a hit first, a pretty big one, since he was a much more experienced smoke than I was. He got in my face and I instinctively knew to open my mouth. He shotgunned a huge cloud of smoke into my mouth, then held my nose so I wouldn't exhale. It turned me on so much. This is the best kind of forced intox, me receiving his smoke directly from his lungs to mine. "How was that faggot, did you like that?" Oh fuck yes Boss that was incredible. He held the pipe up to my mouth, lit the torch again, and told me to wait. He twirled the pipe moving the torch back and forth from the bottom of the pipe. "Now hit that pipe, slowly. Let the meth just flow into your mouth and lungs. Slow queer slow. I watched down at the pipe seeing the smoke leave the pipe and enter me. He knew just how to get someone so high and get the most out of each hit. My Boss is the Master of forced intox. I never felt so lucky than I did right at that moment. I knew just to rest and hold it in. He didnt have to say anything to me. He looked at me and nodded, he was saying, Is that good , did you like it. I nodded an over exaggerated nod and smiled. I held it as long as I could and exhaled. " Good fag, now open that door over there." boss demanded. I got up and walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. I did not know there was a patio out there on the 3rd floor. It was very nice outside. "There is a bed for you there do you see it?" I saw an oversized dog bed on the patio. Yes Boss I see my bed. "Good that you know what you deserve to sleep in is a dog bed. Go to sleep now, If I need you I will wake you up. You've done very well tonight and you deserve a good nights sleep. I never would have thought you to be as willing to do this much degrading low things for me. There is only one type of faggot that will go this low. That is a Poz fag. Poz fags have no limits and stoop to any depth to give satisfaction to a Man. Are you a Pox fag?" Well Boss the answer to that question is........................ To be continued...................

I think there may be men that feel shame for bottoming but it is not me. I actually feel more whole when I do. It makes me understand that at least sexually I know my place in the world. For me it’s whatever connection you can make with a man. He may just want to use your cunt to get off. That is perfect for me because it’s what it is for. Pleasing men. In turn it pleases me.

Part 3 if I haven’t told you yet my names James I’m 6’1 slim but toned I’m 28 been poz since high school. My younger brother just turned 18. I work part time as a hairdresser and light contracting work. After a few hrs at work i got a text from Derek “can we talk” “sure come by my salon” I replied he said he’ll be here in 30 minutes. As I quickly finished up applying my clients hair dye he arrived. I’ve asked him to come in from the back door and head into the basement. Gave my client a coffee and set there timer for 45min and went downstairs. He looked at me and asked “why” “because I just had to breed your ass I knew I was going to as soon as I seen it.” “Why” “because it looked amazing the way your shorts pressed against ass cheeks and then you pulled them down to show at asss when all I asked was for you to turn around” “and that was an invitation” he asked. “Yes and now you’re free to take any load you want” I noticed his hard dick pressing on his shorts I guess he didn’t have extra underwear. I quickly pulled in front of him and grabbed his cock. “ problem?” He stood quietly I pulled his shorts down and started to make my way down his cock smelled of piss and I began to suck with one hand on his hole. “Turn around” he obeyed and I began to eat his ass out got up and whispered “ you want this cock” no reply I stuck it in him and began to fuck him raw one hand on his shoulder pushing him deeper towards me the other hand around his nipples I was getting close so I began to fuck him harder with my hand around his mouth So he wouldn’t make too much noise “I’m going to cum do you want it” “yes” he yelled “ok here it cums take this poz load“ I flooded his hole deep within a sec I felt him cum as he squeezed his hole tight against mine cock felt him pulsing as he came all over the floor. “Don’t move I gotta piss” while still hard inside him I took a piss and he took every drop. As I finished my clients timer went off “Good boy now go home” part 4 for derricks revenge?

A couple of weeks ago, someone asked in the HIV Fetish forum if anyone had ever been approached with a line about joining The Club. I told my story there. As I thought about it, I decided to expand it into a story. I hope you like it. This is the first time I have written one. Back in the mid 1990s, I had been playing safe-only for a long time. I had taken bare cock from a couple of boyfriends and one really long-term fuck buddy, but I had never taken a stranger's cock bare. Even so, I wanted more cum in me badly. Those little tastes of bare cock just made me crave more. I was in my early 30s, and I started going to the video arcade at the adult bookstore. One day I was stroking to an older bareback porno in the ABS. I had my shirt pulled up so I could play with my nips, and I had my shorts down around my ankles. The city had made them take the doors off the booths and replace them with curtains which made it really easy to slip into a booth without the guy inside noticing. I head a voice say "hey." I looked up and saw a hot guy watching me stroke. I smiled appreciatively at the young, fit brown-haired stud. "You a bottom?" he asked. I stammered out some non-committal response, but my face was red and hot with embarrassment. "That's what I thought," he said. He stepped closer and began pinching my nips. What little resistance I might have had went out the door with that. He fished a hard 7 inches out of his pants. He let me suck it while he worked my nups. "Let me fuck you." I was turned on but a little scared about sex in a public place. "Um, I don't have any condoms," I said trying to be good. "Neither do I. I never use them." This surprised me. "Don't you worry about HIV?" He smiled reassuringly. "I belong to a special Club. Guys in this Club never have to worry about catching it because we only have sex with each other and special new guys we recruit like you. I know I won't catch it from you. Right?" "Oh no. I am negative for sure." I was intrigued and incredibly turned on at this point. "I would love to join. What do I have to do?" He smiled and said, "You have to let me fuck you now. Then I will go tell all the other members who are here, and they will come fuck you, too. I know I have seen several here already today. You just wait here and take their cocks and their cum. When enough club members have fucked you, you will get the formal invitation." That sounded too good to be true. Without much more consideration, I went for it. He knelt and lifted my legs spreading them apart. He gave me a quick rimming to loosen me up. Then he slid his spit-slick cock inside me. I groaned a little but did my best to take it well. I really wanted to be in this Club that would keep me safe always. I could tell he was really excited, too, but he did his best to make sure I enjoyed the fuck. In just a few minutes, he groaned and shot his load inside me. "That's a great start man. You just sit tight, and I will send the next guy from The Club in." Then he kissed me and left. I thanked him profusely. After just a few minutes, another man entered my booth. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew this hot daddy from around town. He was a short, muscular redhead who was rumored to have a huge cock. "I hear you are ready to join, " he said. "Yes, sir. Please fuck me, " I said as a leaned back on the seat and spread my legs. "He told me you were full of spunk, so we aren't wasting time on the preliminaries, " he said as he dropped his pants. A thick 9 inches of uncut meat popped up when he did. He pushed right into me with no lube not even spit. Even with my hole sloppy I felt his huge piece stretching and tearing into me. I took it gladly remembering how I had beat off fantasizing about this guy before. He fucked me long and hard. He shifted his angle to stretch me out and rub hard against my prostate. "This needs to hurt a bit, but I want you to enjoy it, too. Every day can be like this one once you join." I moned my agreement. Eventually he finished off in my hole, too. It felt like a huge load. "That's a fine piece of ass. You keep at it like this, and you will be in The Club in no time." I replied, "That's what I want." He pulled up his shorts and left. Over the course of the next few hours, seven more guys fucked and bred me. They weren't all as hot as the first two guys. One of them had a really small cock, and a couple of them looked a little sickly. But they were all eager to get me into the club. They each fucked me hard and bred me. I hoped I was doing a good job. I did my best to milk a load from each guy, and I thanked them for their help. Finally, the first guy came back in the booth. "Man, you did an excellent job tonight. I think you are well on your way to joining, but you have to take loads from more Clubmembers to be sure." I was disappointed. "When can I take more? What if you aren't here the next time I come in?" He smiled. "Well, you are about to get one more from me. Here's what you are going to do next time. Tell any guy who wants to fuck you that you are trying to join The Club. He will know what to do, and he will spread the word around. That way all the guys in The Club who are there that night will fuck you." That sounded good to me. He dropped his pants and slid back inside my puffy, used hole running with cum. As he pumped my ass he said, "I am so proud of how far you have come in one night. You were so shy the first time I came in here. I am going to give you my number. But I don't want you to call me until you have taken at least 50 loads from Club members. Will you promise?" I smiled and nodded. He pounded hard into me until he shot another load inside me. The next time I went to the ABS, I didn't see the guy who told me about The Club, but he was totally right. When I would tell any guy who was about to fuck me that I was looking to join The Club, he always knew just what I wanted. He would unload inside me and then tell all the other Club members there that night what I wanted. After just a few visits, I made it to 50 Clubmember loads. I still hadn't seen my buddy started me on my quest to join. I decided to call the number he gave me. When the local HIV hotline answered, I suddenly understood what Club I had been trying to join. But the hot guy who recruited me told the truth about one thing; after I got my "membership certificate" from the health clinic, I never had to worry about catching the bug again.

Looking back some five years ago, I was such an idiot back then! Not because I lost my neg status one night, but that I didn't get in to horny and wild raw sex at a much earlier age. You see, as of age 26, I was a a classic time wasting guy. I'd hang out with my straight friends, come home, turn on the laptop and chat to some hot guys. I'd lead them on with talk about using my tight hole and sucking them dry. This would last for hours, then I'd shoot my load, and flick the power off without even so much of a goodbye. I had cum, so I was done. Of course I would hook up with guys, but these were guys I picked up in bars, clubs or out and about. I was lucky, I have dirty blonde hair a defined body due to my love of sports and an ass that fills a pairs of jeans very nicely. I started chatting to a 56 year old guy on BBRT. He was older but hot - sort of perfect looking in a really non-perfect way. He was too young to be a daddy, too old to be a jock, a muscular rugby type with definition but not gym-obsessed, sporting a healthy amount of chest hair with a few tattoos scattered about. My dick got instantly hard when I first saw his pics: his cock was thick, eight inches, and 8" dick, negative and he described himself as 'somewhat kinky'. In addition, he lived some 45 minute from me, which meant I was close enough to stimulate some interest, but far enough away to discourage an immediate offer of a hook-up. In short, I could put off meeting until I got my rocks off. I did my usual "hey, great profile, wanna chat?" Within minutes his first reply came through "Hell yeah! You've got an ass I could eat for hours". I was in a very horny mood that night and gave him my Skype ID so we could cam together. His body and cock were beautiful, and we jacked off together on cam, our conversation getting dirtier and dirtier. He kept telling me how he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. I kept willing him on, teasing him by playing with my hole, telling him how much I wanted him. He ended up shooting a HUGE load over his furry chest and within second my hands were covered in my own cum. We said bye and logged off. I showered and slept but woke next day with a raging hard on that could only be satisfied by jacking off to the memory of the hot cam session from the night before. We kept in touch and had a few more session, each of which got nastier and nastier until bareback sex was the major thrust of our conversation. I encouraged him by telling me how I love being fucked and how I want to take anonymous cum and have a top guy use me. This turned him on a huge amount! I was a pro at cyber sex and knew how to work a guy's buttons. Once again he spurted a HUGE load whilst moaning how he wanted to fill my raw hole with his cum. Unusually after this session we stayed online and started chatted about life, hook-ups, boyfriends, turns ons, etc. We must have chatted for over an hour with the time passing by. Two days later I was in a bar and my pocket vibrated. I found this Skype message: "Hey bud, u free and online?" I replied "Sorry, m8. Out drinking tonight" I didn't think anything of it until I was headed home, having had a bit too much to drink, and my dick stirring in my pants. Checking my phone, I found this message: "Hey bud, I really need to shoot my load... and i dont mean on cam. Lets fuck for real." Without even thinking I replied "Yeah that's long overdue. Come and fill my tight hole". This went on for another 15 minutes or so until, without giving the matter proper consideration, I sent him my address and told him to head over. After all, what was the problem? I was really horny, I really wanted to hook up, he seemed a decent guy, was clearly horny himself, and so we would satisfy each other's needs - at least for the night. He arrived just after 1:00 AM. I had already stripped to my boxers, and he did likewise. The outline of his hard cock clearly visible. "Hey bud, lets make his horny and like we spoke about" he said, pulling a blindfold from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded and obliged, without being able to see anything I sucked his dick and it was the most amazing experience ever. Using my hands, tongue and mouth to explore him. My cock was twitching and dripping precum without even touching myself. His hard uncut dick tasted great, and, as he gently pushed the back of my head, I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. After a few minutes he then turned me over and rimmed my hole very deeply. In fact his tongue action was blowing my mind. I wanted him to fuck me so much, so I was not surprised when I felt his hard head pushing against my hole. Still I was in command of myself enough to stop him, saying "Sorry man, but I only fuck safe. Can you rubber up there are some on the side?" "Huh?? But we met on a bareback site and talked about me fucking you raw and I'm neg and 100% clean." "Erm.. yeah.. well I was just kinda horny and said that. Let's fuck rubbered up and may be next time we can go bare. Once I know you better". Still blindfolded, I could hear him grab a packet from the side table, and rip it open. I reached behind me to feel the condom on his cock. I lubed myself up again and felt him slide inside. His dick was a lot thicker than I realized (or my hole was tighter!) In any event it felt great! It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking me for about 20 minutes, fast, slow, sometimes pulling out, sometimes balls-deep in my ass. Occasionally I'd reach round, seemingly to guide his dick, but in reality to check he was still wearing the rubber. Each time he told me to breathe, relax and enjoy! I was getting closer and closer but more importantly my arse was getting sore so I couldn't last much longer. "Need a minute?" he asked, pulling out and stopping for a minute. "Nah, I'm good man, but I can't hold off much longer" He just chuckled and slid straight back in to my arse. After another couple of minutes of fucking I could feel his dick shudder. He screamed "Fuck yeah man, take my hot load". That did it for me and I blew my own load straight away. Still horny he turned me around and got me to suck his dick clean. Only then did I realize he wasn't wearing a rubber. "Hey man, what did you do with the rubber?" "Oh, I got rid of that before loading you." I stopped sucking and removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was a tattoo of a scorpion just above his dick. It was tiny, sitting at the very base of his still hard dick. "Oh by the way kid, I guess we're both not honest with guys - I've got a POZ sting in my tail." With that he grabbed his clothing and left. I didnt know what to do. My mind was all over the place. Was he lying, will I convert, what had I done?? So I did the only thing I could do in that situation.... I started jacking, fingering my hole and shot a massive load with the knowledge that I had a huge thick POZ load deep inside of me..... ;-)

It was the beginning of summer, when the soft wet ground of spring has dried and [banned word] of all varieties make their way outside to do what they do best. I'm a total cum slut bottom who gets off being used pretty much anywhere as long as there's a low probability of getting caught and hopefully a high probability of being watched. My neighborhood is one of those that the gentrifiers call "in transition." It's a former warehouse district where some of the buildings have been converted to offices, studios, condos and lofts, while others continue to serve their original purpose. I was walking home from work one very warm evening around six when I spotted the neighborhood ice cream truck. The music playing from the speaker on the roof reverberated off the buildings around it, the echo giving the song an almost ethereal sound. A few mothers were walking away from the truck with their kids as I approached, and since it was so warm, I thought, "What the hell?" "Hi," I said to the guy inside as I approached. His back was turned so I couldn't see his face. "What do you have left?" "Lots of everything," he replied, turning around. I didn't notice his face as he did. Even under his apron I could make out a huge bulge that must have been straining his jeans to their breaking point. "What'll you have?" Regaining my composure, I scanned the menu board full of colorful pictures and settled on a bomb pop. As he turned to retrieve it for me, his t-shirt rode up ever so slightly in the back and I caught a quick glimpse of part of a tattoo in the small of his back. He turned back to me, bomb pop in hand. With a smile, he leaned forward to hand it to me and as he did, said, "No charge. I'm closing up now. I have to take the truck back to the warehouse where I store it." "Thanks," I said, surprised at his generosity. There was a look on his face that I couldn't quite read. I studied him perhaps a little too long, and he took notice. "I've seen you before," he said. "You were hosting blindfolded in the motel a couple of blocks from here. I came by and used your hole after work." My hole twitched involuntarily. I had always wondered what it would be like, running into someone I didn't recognize but who recognized me. Part of the fun of taking anonymous loads blindfolded is that you never know if someone you see on the street, or meet at the office, has been in your holes and knows who you are. Intrigued, I leaned on the small counter outside the service window. "Yeah?" I asked. "What did you think?" He grinned. "It was amazing. In fact, I'd love to use it again." "I'm not doing anything now, how about you?" I asked as my cock started stiffening in my pants. I was breathless with anticipation, hoping he would agree. "Hell yeah," he said, still grinning. "Hop in. The warehouse I'm headed to is used to store food trucks. They'll all be out by now, so we can park and have the whole place to ourselves." I didn't need any more urging. I slid open the passenger side door as he folded up the service shelf and closed the awning over the window. Hoping in the driver's seat, he shut off the music and started the engine as I buckled into the passenger seat. Before he put the truck in gear, though, he turned to me. "I want you blindfolded again, is that cool?" I nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah!" The grin returned to his face and he threw the truck in gear and lurched away from the curb. We had driven down the street only a few blocks past my building when he turned left into an alley. A hundred yards down, there was a large metal rolling door in the building on the right. He stopped the truck, hopped out, and walked over to the door. Sliding a key into a box mounted to the wall next to the door, he turned it, and the door began moving with a rattle. He hopped back in the truck, and once the door was open wide enough he drove through. The space inside was cavernous. The roof was about 30 feet high and lined with clerestory windows that brought light to the interior. The warehouse was divided into stalls that resembled cages, with steel posts supporting chicken wire. I assumed that each stall was for a truck, and the wire fencing intended to prevent theft of the trucks or their contents while they were unattended. As he promised, the place was empty. The engine noise of the truck reverberated off the walls, a cacophony of echoes in the empty space. He swung the truck into a stall about halfway down on the left. The back wall was lined with cabinets and freezers; presumably this is where he kept his excess inventory so he could stock the truck each day. Against the cage wall on my side of the truck was a stainless steel table on casters, about five feet long and three feet high. He shut off the engine and we sat for a moment in the sudden silence. Motioning for me to stay in the truck, he hopped out and walked around to my side. Sliding the door open, he reached into the glove box and pulled out a blindfold and a small brown bottle. I also spied a bottle of lube, which he left in its place as he closed the glove box again. Silently he motioned for me to turn my head away from him and I complied; the next moment the blindfold was over my eyes and tied tight behind my head. Next, I detected a familiar scent and realized he had placed the open brown bottle under my right nostril. I held my left closed to get the full effect and inhaled deeply. My head swam and I felt a warm rush of relaxation and lust all at once. He still said nothing, instead unbuckling my seat belt and helping me down from the truck. Once standing outside the truck he silently undressed me, and I heard the soft whisper of my clothes falling to the floor. By this time I had a raging hardon, and wasted no time in freeing it from my boxers. Once I was naked, he guided me away from the truck until I felt cold steel pressing against my thighs. The rolling table. I instinctively understood what he wanted me to do, and so with his help I climbed up onto the table, onto my hands and knees. Then the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and more clothes hitting the floor. The brown bottle made another appearance under each of my nostrils this time, and I inhaled deeply as he held the opposing nostril closed each time. My head was swimming as he pulled me forward so I was laying prostrate on my stomach. The cool steel felt amazing against my rock-hard cock and my nipples. I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips and I opened my mouth to engulf his shaft. He placed his hands behind my head as he expertly guided the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat. It had the taste of sweat and piss that I expected from someone who had been working all day. I swallowed his entire length, which I judged to be about 9 inches. I stuck my tongue out to caress his balls as they touched my chin. I began to drool as he slid that monster in and out of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex as best I could. Before long, his cock was covered in thick saliva. It's a perfect time for him to fuck me, I thought, but he had other plans. Withdrawing his cock from my throat, I heard him walk away and then one of the freezer door latches clicked, as though he had opened it. I strained to hear what he was doing since I couldn't see. The suspense was killing me. Was he going to feed me ice cream to chill my mouth before he used it some more? Fuck me with a bomb pop? My head swam with possibilities. Finally I heard his soft footsteps returning and a slight 'click'. i couldn't quite place it. It wasn't a lube bottle popping open, that much I knew, more like a plastic cap being unscrewed. Then I felt something small, hard and cold on my ass. An ice cube? That must be it. He slid it back and forth in my ass crack, from my taint almost to my tailbone. I felt the cold on my cheeks and the slight wetness as it began to melt while he teased me. It came to rest against my now extremely hungry hole. And then, I felt a pressure, and the ice cube was inside me! It felt amazing. He pushed the ice deep into my hole, following it with not one but two fingers. It melted quickly, and as it did he slid his fingers in and out, making my hole slick and causing a bit of water to trickle down my taint to my balls. I was in heaven! Unable to see, my imagination displayed images in the dark of what this horny big-dicked guy was doing to my hole. I was settling in, enjoying the stroking, when he removed his fingers and I felt cold against my hole again. Another ice cube! As with the last one, he slid it deep inside me and then stroked his fingers in and out while it melted. He repeated this action three more times. In total he had slid five ice cubes inside me. My hole spasmed around his fingers each time, and in my mind I pictured how wet and sloppy my hole must be by now. That was when the attention on my hole stopped, and I felt the little brown bottle under my nose again. Two hits in each nostril had my head swimming as he placed the tip of that glorious cock back in my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, hungry for the cum inside his balls but desperate to feel it shooting deep inside me. It would be a terrible waste if after all this build-up, he just shot down my throat! But I wasn't to be disappointed. He stepped away again, withdrawing his slickened cock from my throat. His footsteps moved to beside the table, then to the opposite end near my feet. He grabbed my ankles without a word and began pulling, indicating that I was to slide down the table toward him. I complied, and in a moment my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the table. Then he was gone, under the table. I heard two metallic 'clicks' and before I knew what was happening, he had shackled my wrists to the table. In most cases I would have panicked and tried to flee, but I was so turned on, so eager to please this man, that I just went with it. He stood up from under the table and came behind me, and I felt a new and different pressure on my slicked-up hole. This was warm and a little yielding, unlike those hard ice cubes had been. Still silent, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass and without stopping, slid balls-deep until his pubic mound pressed into my ass cheeks. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, then finally he spoke. "Fuck, my cum feels so good inside you." His cum? Then I realized: the ice cubes weren't water, of course, they were frozen loads, chunks of frozen cum that he was now using as lube to fuck my aching ass. It felt amazing and I sank into it as he plunged that massive member in and out of me. He smacked my ass and then grabbed me by the hips. I grabbed the edges of the table to steady myself as his pace increased. I was very glad he had locked the casters on the table, otherwise he'd have fucked me clear across the warehouse! At last, I felt his thick shaft stiffen, and I knew I was about to receive a fresh load from him. His grip on my hips tightened and I felt his body go rigid, and he emitted an animalistic bellow as his cock started jerking inside me, releasing what I could only imagine was a massive load deep in my guts. His grip relaxed, as did the rest of his body, but he left his cock in my ass. I gave a couple of squeezes to milk out any remaining cum, and each time it made him shudder with pleasure. At least, he withdrew. "You made a mess of my cock," he chastised playfully. "Now you have to clean it up." I'm a huge fan of ass-to-mouth so I was excited to hear him say that. His cum dribbled out of my hole as he climbed on the table, leaving me shackled for the moment. He sat in front of me, one leg draped over each of my arms so his shaft was in line with my mouth. As he slid the head past my lips, he pulled off the blindfold. There, in place of his shaved-off pubes, was a biohazard tattoo. I was stunned into momentary paralysis as he continued sliding his shaft into my mouth. He had stealthed me, with not one but six loads! But I was not as horrified by this as I always thought I would be. My cock stiffened as I sucked his cock, the taste of cum and ass and blood - yes, I tasted blood - mixed on my tongue. What had happened? But I could not stop enjoying this beautiful cock. I wanted another load from it, tattoo be damned. And as it hardened in my mouth, I knew I would get one. I worked my head back and forth, up and down his shaft until he let out a softer moan this time and I felt him pump another load down my throat. I gobbled it up lest I accidentally spill any when he pulled out. Finally he was done, and he hopped off the table and unlocked the shackles. My knees almost buckled from the thorough fucking he had given me. He steadied me with his arm, then gathered my clothes and placed them on the table so I could get dressed. "We're cool?" he asked. I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face. "Oh, yeah. I realized after I saw your tattoo that you've fucked me before, so why fight it?" He smiled. "I'm glad. That is one amazing set of holes you have. I'd like to do this on the regular. I even have some friends who would love to join in." The cumdump slut inside me perked up on hearing this. "Absolutely!" I replied. "Especially convenient since you're so close." Now dressed, he walked me to the rolling door, which I realized had remained open this entire time! I couldn't help but wonder, with an inner chuckle, if anyone had heard his great bellow as he knocked me up. I hoped so. I walked back up the alley to the street, then walked the few blocks home, his cum seeping from my abused hole the entire time. I jacked off three times that night, thinking about the poz loads swimming in my guts. And I resolved, there and then, to take as many more as I could from this man before the summer - and ice cream truck season - was over.

Normally no I do not worry, as I typically host the tops and I can tell if they start filming. Though many are respectful and will ask if they can film their cock fucking and breeding me. I always say yes, please don’t get my face. They usually like to get a good pic of their cum leaking from my hole. So there are many vids of cocks fucking and breeding me out there! I ask for a copy and have some good ones. My contribution to culture!!!

I don’t see what there is to be confused about in the space of three fairly distinct words - No Loads Refused. How many ways can that phrase actually be interpreted if it’s being used without purpose of deceit? When I say I Refuse No Loads, or its corollary, Take All Loads, I mean exactly that. No conditions, no qualifications, no ifs, no ands, no buts. So to answer your question, for those who are genuinely No Loads Refused bottoms, the phrase has not acquired a new or different meaning. It means exactly what it says. Whether there are assholes out there co-opting the phrase for other purposes is another question. I haven’t heard any good excuses above for the kinds of runaround you’re getting. I tell the men who fuck me up front that if another man is using me when they arrive, they may have to wait a few minutes, but they’ll have me. And I never ask about size because I always prepare myself for the most extreme possible use that might occur - it’s unthinkable that I might have to turn a Top away because I’m unprepared. After all, I’m only a No Loads Refused bottom until I refuse a load. After that, I can’t make that claim anymore.

Asking, "How hung are you?" could be for different reasons. He may be a size queen (which means he's lying about "no load refused") or, like me, want to make sure he's "prepped" for the big ones. And, by that, I mean clean deep enough. I do my best to clean out as a bottom. But there is some extra effort needed to prepare for the big boys! 🍆 😲

I think it boils down to two things: Guys who are cruising for dick pics, or Guys who think they want something and dared themselves to go on grindr, only to face the moment of truth and realize that they're not ready for what they say they want. It happens with tops too. They say they want to dig out a bottom's ass, but then you send them pics and they disappear. When I'm on grindr, which admittedly isn't very often anymore, I try to make it as hassle free to fuck my ass as I can. So when a top blocks me or arranges a time and place, then doesn't show up, I just assume they were out for ass pics or freaked out at the last minute because it was real.

@BlackDude you are absolutely correct. When I put in an ad; “CumDump- NO LOAD REFUSED.” It means I take all cocks, any cocks, no matter your age, weight, race, cock size, or anything else. It’s all about the top’s pleasure. Most of us “real” CumDumps operate that way. If a CumDump advertising “no loads refused” and they stat asking you questions, then move on to the next one unless your ready to see if you pass their ridiculous test.

god i love being a jock btm. studs cant help themselves

FWIW I certainly don't think there's anything wrong with saying "I want to get fucked" or even "Man, I'm dying over here because I can't get fucked with a pandemic raging around us". It sucks. Believe me, I know all too well. But there's a difference between lamenting that you can't do as you'd wish you could in normal times, and actually going out and behaving as though normal times were back upon us. Every time I read one of those stories about a bride who just HAD to have her 150-person reception at her wedding and it ends with 37 people getting Covid, 20 of them seriously and six of them dying, I want to slap the fuck out of her for being such a selfish idiot. And that's when someone gives in on the temptation for what's possibly a once-in-a-lifetime event. When that kind of risk is incurred so you can blow a load in some stranger's ass, or get loaded up by some rando in a dark room, I get incensed. Because those are the same mother fuckers who will then go into the grocery store in the next week, the same ones who can't follow the little signs on the floor asking people to move in one direction or the other on each aisle. And they may not even know they've been infected, if they have mild symptoms or none at all, but that doesn't mean he won't pass it on to the 70-year old man who's shopping in the same aisle or ahead of him in the checkout lane. That doesn't protect the cashier who has no choice but to work because she's the primary support for her family, including her retired mother who lives with them. And sure - lots of our talk about HIV and the like would repulse the average person - but the average person isn't put at risk by whatever it is we do, sexually, "in the normal times". There are arguments to be had about health care, and driving up overall costs for insurance, and the like, but those are about money, not about lives. A pandemic - where a virus you pick up at Cumunion is something you can accidentally cough onto someone with whom you have casual contact in a public setting - is about life and death.

Good luck trying that as a defense at a trial.

Food for thought. I can only say that from my experiences I have never felt shame or humiliation from being fucked or offering myself up to be fucked. In fact the last time I was bred was in a cottage stall while some other guys stood outside listening to me getting pounded. After we finished and rearranged our clothes he left and I walked out a few seconds later with a huge grin on my face knowing everyone else knew exactly what had just happened. As I drove away I was gigling and was actually buoyant for the rest of the day because it felt so good. This is not to say that shame and humiliation cannot be great tools in the sex itself. I love a controlling Top. I love verbal during a hard fucking especially when a Top calls me slut, or bitch. During sex I want to be owned. Once the sex is over, however, we are on an equal footing. Cliche time: Yes I am a fuckhole to be used; also I'm a person. Fail to see that side of things and you'll never get to experience the other. My pride is quite intact.

The men before me hit virtually every pleasurable point about being a bottom. I don’t think I saw an emphasis on just how much the feelings evolve. One of the biggest reasons to want to bottom for 5, 10, 20+ guys in a day is because of how much better everyone feels after you’ve been fucked and loaded. After about 10-15 guys for me, I start getting anal-gasms and pretty much everyone from that point on is causing me to have constant orgasms, which is the fucking best. Imagine how an orgasm is primarily a feeling of bliss with your dick, your body tenses, you cum, then the feeling goes away. An anal-gasm is the same thing except the feeling of bliss happens in your ass, your body tenses, you don’t cum, and the feeling stays for as long as you’re getting fucked.

Breed, breed , breed and get bred all BB of course. Anywhere Any time

Part 4 Dereks revenge After leaving James salon I was very angry, angry at myself for letting him fuck me raw again. I kept thinking why did it turn me on so much having his cum n piss up my ass!. Still being hung over I thought The best cure was to drink some more. I texted My Bud and he agreed and said he’ll Uber us some alcohol as the legal drinking age in Canada is 19 and the Uber drivers never ask for ids. I felt kinda funny walking I guessed it was James piss. Lucky for me there was a near by washroom by the park. It was empty inside and I went into the Stall to push out his piss and cum. As I pulled up my pants someone walked I heard him unzip and take a piss. I made my way to the sink to wash my hands and we made eye contact he had brown hair muscular build under armour shorts and t-shirt . I noticed him rubbing his semi hard cock he then nodded and walked into the stall looking right in my eyes and I followed. He whispered I don’t have much time he quickly grabbed my ass and asked “do you bottom” “yes” I replied he got a condom from his wallet and turned me around spitting on his hands he started fingering my hole. “Oh you’re really tight won’t last to long” I thought to myself how could I still be tight I got fucked earlier. He stated pushing his cock into me deeper and deeper fucking me harder and harder. “Dad are you finished im going to the swings” he slid out “almost done” I didn’t notice his wedding ring. Got me so turned on knowing I’m getting fucked by this hot daddy cock! In a public washroom with his kid waiting outside he started pushing his 8 “ uncut cock back into me with one shove I heard a snap “shit condom broke I’m so close “ “fuck me daddy” I cried out that’s all it took he was now fucking me bare “I’m going to cum arhhhhhh” I felt his cock cum inside me I felt every pulse “thanks” he said and he left i pulled up my shorts and made my way to my friends house. As I arrived my friend was in the pool he already had a couple of beers. I grabbed a beer and jumped in “sup bro did you fuck that girl” I asked “nah she wasn’t that easy” he replied we started laughing and played some pool basketball. As it got dark we went inside and started to play fortnite i was amazing he sucked. “Every time you loose you gotta drink dude” after a wile I asked “where’s Derek?” “He usually hits the gym or bar after work” Dereks brother started getting very tipsy “one more shot” we took the last shot and he passed out. I sent Derek a text “where are you” a sec later “on my way home” “your borthers gone out with that girl I’m here alone” ...... “you want my cock again don’t you!” “Yes Im drunk going to pass out you walk in and fuck me” “you got it” I carried dereks bother back to the bedroom and waited for him. The door opened its pitch dark in the room I had taken out the light bulbs. He was now fully lubed and started fuckin “you’re so tight take that cock slut” he was thrusting harder and harder “I’m going to breed you again take this poz load arghhh” I now jumped out from the closet “wtf who did I just fuck” I turned on the side table light “your bother”

Hoping we can get more of this hot story

Part 2 The next morning I woke up and noticed that my brother still hasn’t gotten back home. I hoped into the shower and herd a knock on the door “sorry James I really have to take a piss” I replied “sure you can piss but only after you take mine on your face” within a second he was in the shower with me fully hard. “get on your knees” and he obeyed I let out a nice big Stream of piss all over his face and he opened his mouth and started swallowing! “You like that bud!” “I always wanted to try it” good boy I replied. Now I was fully hard “why don’t you finish the job” and he started to blow me after a few mins I forced my cock as deep as it would go and face fucked him blowing my load down his throat he had no choice but to swallow it. “Darn it that was hot” he said. I was finished in the shower slapped his ass “clean yourself up” and I left. As I got dressed I noticed a pair of dereks underwear On his gym beg I picked them up and took a sniff! They were intoxicating the smell of boy cock and Precum! He must of worn these while playing basketball with my brother. The undies were still a bit damp and I got fully hard again. Derek was done in the shower and now watching me sniff his undies “come in here” I bent him over the dresser and started rimming his hot boy ass. I started licking and biting his ass working my way up his back and biting his neck with my hand I pushed his face back to kiss mine I pushed my tongue deep down his throat! My dick now sliding on his ass cheeks slowly pushing up against his hole “arhhhhh” he let out as I slid the tip of my cock in “condom” he cried! I whisper in his ear but I fucked you bare last night “what!!No how? Are you clean?” I kept him pined down as I slid in deeper “yeah condom broke and I’m poz” I was now fully inside him he did nothing. We herd the front door open as I slid out of his ass he busted his nut all over the dresser picked up his clothes and ran to the washroom. I licked up his cum and put on his undies got ready for work as I was going I noticed my brother now passed out on the couch guess he partied hard.

This little bottom boy is on his 6th month of being locked in that chastity cage. The only way he even comes close to shooting his useless Neg. load is by me and my boy breeding his tight boy hole. He was sick a month back but it was just a cold. Soon boy soon I promise to unlock your cage as soon as you test poz.

Anyone know where an American can buy those pants I've seen from Europe that have a flap in front which opens down and exposes your cock? I've looked a bit and can't find them. Only thing I can add is they look like a type of work pant.

11. Medicated / Unmedicated "And you're going to take all of it," the stranger said. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled, letting it fill up my lungs. "That's it. Get you ready for a proper deep-dicking." "Just fuck me," I grunted. His dickhead pushed against my hole. It was impossible for me to resist him. But it didn't matter because I wanted it. He was muscular and masculine, and there was no way I would ever refuse the demands of a man like him. "Please?" "Such a slutty boy," he said. His dick slid into my hole. There was no resistance. "How many men have been up there tonight?" I stared at him, still a bit dazed and dick-hungry. "Can you even remember?" he asked. He was smiling as he pushed another few inches of his fat shaft into my hole. "I..." I started. I tried to count. There was Seth. There was Jon. Or maybe they were swapped. There was Sarge and Shay. There was someone between the two sets, but as I tried to focus, the memory slipped away. "I.." stammered again. "Let's call it a lot of loads," he said. "I'm Colby," he said. "I'd hate for you to have to take another anonymous load." "Kenta." This didn't require any thinking, so it was a lot easier to answer. "I'm glad we met, Kenta," Colby said. "You feel really good." "You do too," I said. I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on his dick sliding deeper into me. "Please, Colby. Breed me." "Oh, don't worry. I'm going to anoint that hole." His hips pressed against my thighs, announcing that he was at full penetration. "You been partying?" I nodded. Unlike Jesse, he was already starting to drip his precum into me. I loved that he was sharing his fluids with me. It was the way men could bond, and I needed it. "Right on. Makes the night feel really good, doesn't it?" I nodded again, and opened my eyes. He had a pipe and torch, and was already heating the bowl. "I'm just starting," Colby said. "But you're just the kind of boy I like to party with." He put the pipe in his mouth and slowly inhaled. He grunted in pleasure as he methodically drained the bowl. He held the hit, then exhaled a good sized cloud. "That's so fucking nice," he said. He put the stem of the pipe in my mouth. It Was still smoking. "Inhale" he said. I loved how it felt, his cock in my ass, and his drugs in my lungs. I would take anything he gave me. "Good boy," he said, as he took away the pipe. I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling it. I watched him do two more hits in quick succession. "All those cocks, boy. All of them raw?" "Yeah," I said. "But it's ok. I started prep a few days ago." His dick stiffened. "Fuck. That's hot. All those loads up there." Colby was pumping his dick in and out of me, distracted by how good it felt. Then he turned his attention back to me. "Gotta get you ready," he said, and stuffed the smoking pipe back against my lips. "Suck on it," he said. I took another long hit. The crystal felt so good filling my lungs. "Take another hit," Colby said. He held the torch under the bowl and soon it was filled with the thick clouds again. "It feels so good, doesn't it? The drugs." He looked around. "The men," he continued. "And the sex." I just nodded, inhaling from the pipe. My head was spinning again, but I didn't care. I loved what he was saying. "Hold it," he said. "Make me proud." He took a long drag from the pipe. "Mmmmmmm," he grunted as he exhaled. He smiled, and I exhaled as well. "Please," I grunted. I was so horny. I reached down, but my cock was stubbornly soft. Still, it felt good to play with it. "Fuck me." "Of course," he said, and pushed his dick deep into me. He kept on fucking me for a few minutes. The hits of crystal I had done were coursing through my blood, and this entire night felt perfect. "Ahh, you have a friend," Colby said. I opened my eyes. James was standing next to us, holding two glasses a quarter full of orange juice. "For you, per the doctor's orders," he said, handing me one of the glasses. "And for you," he continued, handing the other glass to Colby. "Because I know what you like." Colby smiled, and took the glass. "How much?" he asked. "Enough," James said. Colby turned to me. "Cheers," he said, and we clinked the glasses. He downed in one gulp. I tried to do the same, but the bitter chemical taste was barely masked by the juice. Still, I swallowed it all. "I can take those," James said. His cock was thick and hard. I wondered what it felt like. "Take this first," Colby said, and handed him the pipe. "Looks like you could use some." James didn't say a word. He took the pipe, stuck it in his mouth, and carefully heated the bowl. Colby continued to slowly fuck me, dripping his pre-cum into me, but we were both watching James do his hit. As he exhaled, Colby spoke. "Another. And shot gun it to Kenta here." On the second one, James took his time, making sure it filled his lungs. I exhaled, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. They were warm and soft, and his hairy chest brushed against my smooth skin. He exhaled, then kissed me for a long time. Finally, he broke off. I exhaled the hit, and as the dense cloud hid us, he leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry. I'll see you on the other side." I tried to make sense of what he said, but he stood up, took my glass and then Colby's, and disappeared back in the dark, sweaty blackness of the orgy. Colby was already doing another hit. This time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were soft in contrast with his coarse beard. Just like James, his hairy chest pressed up against my smooth one, reminding me what a man he was. We made out, as his cock pressed deeper into me. "Looks like you're getting properly medicated tonight," he said. I nodded. "Yeah. I don't really do much drugs," I said. "But you said you were on prep?" he asked. "Well. Yeah," I said. Prep wasn't a drug. It seemed different. The crystal I was smoking with all naked men was the opposite of the prep I was taking. Same with the GHB that James was always handing me. It was there for pleasure, not for my health. "But you know. Prep is different." "You're going to learn a lot about drugs tonight," he said. "Jon and JP's parties always have lots of great drugs." His cock was throbbing in my hole. There was a steady drip of pre-cum into my hole. "When did you start on prep?" "A few days ago," I said. "Really?" Colby raised his eyebrows and smiled. "When?" "Wednesday," I said. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when I took that first blue pill, but it was just three days ago. A lot had changed since then, and much of it had been concentrated in the last few hours. "What about you?" I asked. "Oh. I'm not on Prep. I'm already poz." "I mean, how long have you been poz?" "About five years now." I ran my eyes over his body. He looked fit and healthy. I couldn't tell that he had a deadly disease. "You look good," I said. "The meds must be good, huh?" "Yeah," Colby said. "This stuff is amazing. You want some more?" He raised the pipe and started to heat up the bowl. "Of course you do," he said, before he stuck the stem in his mouth and inhaled slowly. "Please," I moaned. His cock was now deep inside me. My dick was throbbing, although when I reached down to play with it, it was still soft. It was such a turn on when Colby told me to do more drugs. "I meant the HIV drugs." Colby nodded, then stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Inhale," he said, as he exhaled his hit in my face. "I'm not on HIV drugs," he said. I gulped. Colby was poz and he wasn't on any drugs. "But. You're poz," I said. A thick cloud of crystal drifted from my mouth. "But not on..." "Yeah," Colby said. He pulled his dick almost all the way out of me. "I'm poz," he continued. "Poz and proud." He slid his dick all the way into me. "And this feels great. Doesn't it?" I nod. I was terrified, but also turned on. Colby's cock felt so perfect inside of me. It wouldn't feel this good if I made him wear a condom. "But. But the virus?" "Yeah. It's always a risk," Colby said. I wanted to tell him to stop. I knew I should tell him to stop. This was dangerous. Yeah, I was on Prep. But Prep was for sex with undetectable guys. "Maybe," I started. But I forgot what I was supposed to say. It was important. But so was Colby's cock. "Maybe?" Colby asked. "I'm pretty harmless," he said. "Just a big cock." He was deep inside me. It was easy to tell he was unprotected; he felt so good inside me. He was also un-medicated, and as I focused on his dick, I felt an unfamiliar burn. "Feel that? That heat? That's my virus." "So warm," I moaned. It wasn't too hot, nor did it burn. It was a slow, gentle warmth. "Feels good." "Yeah. But you gotta be careful. Some guys. They've got a prep-resistant strain." "I'm on prep," I said. The tina was swirling in my skull and I was fantasizing about poz guys fucking me. It was dirty and sleazy, and just a fantasy. Not that it mattered. My doctor told me that Prep meant I didn't have to worry. "I know," he said. He had leaned in, and was pressing his hairy, sweaty chest against me. "You're not scared, are you?" "Prep. It means I don't have to worry," I said. "No," he said. "You don't have to worry. At least with my poz cock." I shivered when he said poz cock. He had it buried deep in my ass, and there was nothing protecting me from his constant drip-drip-drip of pre-cum. It was intensely hot and arousing. "The guys here," he started. "Yeah?" "Almost all of us are poz. Some are even full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "Full-blown with AIDS," Colby said. "You still want to be careful about getting bred with AIDS cum. And the resistant stuff." AIDS. That was what I was really afraid of. I had seen the pictures of the gaunt men, cut down in the prime of their life. The mention was shocking, and helped to sober me up. "But it's easy to tell, right?" I asked, surprisingly coherent. "I'm always surprised," he said. "It's just best to ask. And remember to take your drugs." The pipe and torch appeared again, and he did a hit. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. As always, he blew a relentless, thick cloud. I shouldn't have done any more drugs. I was already too high to make any decision, much less a good decision. Yet once more, my body had other plans. "Please," I moaned. "Give me another one." I felt so good from the drugs. I wanted Colby to give me more. There was something very hot and right about a man like him forcing me to take drugs as they were fucking me. "And give me your poz load." "Nasty slut boy," Colby whispered in my ear. "I'm going to give you everything you dreamt of. And more." He stuck the pipe in my mouth, and pushed his dick into my ass. I just inhaled; there was nothing else I could do. "That's it. Let yourself get used to it. How good the drugs feel. How good a poz cock feels." "How good you feel. How good bareback feels," I mumbled, slowly exhaling the hit. "Focus on the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," I repeated. "Pleasure," he said. "Absolute, utter pleasure." We continued to fuck. His cock was sliding in and out of me, lubricated by his pre-cum and the sperm of all the other men. "Just pleasure." I reached down and grabbed my cock. It was still soft, even though I had never been quite so aroused. "Here," he said, and grabbed my hands. He put them on his chest. His skin was warm, almost hot, and was stretched over firm muscles. There was a thick coating of hair, but it was wet with accumulated sweat from our sexual work-out. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his erect nipples, before I moved down over his stomach. He was a man, so there was a slight gut. But there was no part of him that was soft, and he had a powerful core. I also took a long look at his tattoos. "Pentagram?" I asked, studying the black pentagon shape on his stomach. "It's for a fraternity I'm in." "Like college." "No. More than that. I'm sure you'll find out," he said. He was smiling. "And you'll love it." He leaned in and kissed me. "Now," he said between kisses. "Let's get you bred." "Please," I moaned. He felt so damn good, and I was getting hungry. There was no reason to delay anything. "Make me feel good." "That's right," he said. "Pleasure above all else." "Pleasure," I said. He thrust his cock into me. "Pleasure," said a new voice. The new man had climbed onto the sofa, and was right by my head. I looked up, seeing his hairy, muscular body. He had a gymnast's build, muscular, but dense and compact. He also had a thick, heavy cock. It was hanging down, fat and wide, but not yet hard. "Absolute, fucking pleasure," Colby said. "Pleasure," he moaned again as his cock slid all the way into me. "Giving pleasure." He pulled his cock out, then slammed it back into me. I gasped. "Taking pleasure." "Just pleasure," the stranger said. He let his dick brush against my lips. It was warm, and there was a bit of pre-cum at the tip. I tried to lick it, but he pulled it away. The salty-sweaty smell lingered though, reminding me how hungry I was. "Give it to him," the stranger said to Colby. "You want my poz cum?" Colby asked me. "Make you feel good. Give me pleasure." I nodded. The stranger had brushed his dick against my lips again. I tried to lick it again; I wanted everything inside of me. But he pulled away first. "Pleasure," I said. It was a hot, horned-up evening. Pleasure was the only priority. "Please," I said. "Oh fuck," Colby moaned, and slammed his cock into me. "So fucking close," he grunted, and pounded my ass relentlessly. I gasped, a combination of pain and pleasure. But before I could mutter even a grunt, the stranger finally relented and lowered his dickhead into my mouth. I was momentarily distracted by the stranger's musky head, and I started to lick it clean. I could taste pre-cum and sweat and piss and lube, all the necessary ingredients of a modern sex pig. I gulped down on his dickhead and shaft. "FUUUCK," Colby grunted, and I was jerked back to my immediate reality. The older man had rammed his raw cock back into my ass. Although he had been fucking me for quite a while, the most recent thrust had set off all my pain receptors. I was acutely aware that he was only the latest in a line of men to have used my hole, and it was now quite sore. "Your hole got so hot," he moaned. "I want to breed it." "Pleasure," the stranger said to Colby. "Get it." The stranger's dick was starting to grow in my mouth. His shaft was starting to press against the back of my mouth; much more and I would gag. Between his relentless mouth-fuck and Colby's agonizing pounding, it was hard to imagine what pleasure meant. "FUUUUCK," Colby grunted again. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned. I could hear the men in the darkness slow slightly, listening to Colby get off in my ass. His dick throbbed, and a thick fluid coated my guts. At first, the semen soothed the painful burning sensation in my asshole. But then, Colby pulled partway out, and let his dick inject me with another few cc's of his cum. The second spurt was pure fire. It was as if Colby was filling me with molten lead, and each move of his dick made my ass burn even more. I didn't know how I was going to withstand it. "Pleasure," the stranger said, watching me squirm. There was no escaping being fucked. Colby's shaft slid back into me, and deposited another jet of white-hot sperm. "Take it," Colby grunted. "Take my poz cum. TAKE IT." "Oh god," I yelped. Colby gave me another dose of his high viral load sperm. My ass was now coated with his semen. I thought it was going to make his thrusts easier to endure, but every stroke burnt. "Oh God," repeated, whimpering each time Colby's dick spurted more semen into me. "TAKE IT," Colby grunted. On my back, legs in the air, it was impossible for me to resist. I had to take his sperm. "Take that dirty poz seed." Above me, the stranger dripped a bit more pre-cum into my mouth. I was glad that I was sucking him off; my hole was burning and it would be hard to get fucked immediately after Colby. "I know you love it," the stranger said. "Just focus on the pleasure." "Fucking PLEASURE," Colby said, repeating the stranger's mantra. His dick throbbed once more, and the burning in my hole only got worse. "Pleasure," he said. "Filled you up there." "Full of poz sperm, huh?" the stranger asked. I nodded as best I could with his dickhead still in my mouth. "Almost dripping out," Colby agreed. "Be a good boy," he said to me. "Hold it in as I pull out." I clenched my ass. It had been a few hours since Seth had first pressed into me, and my muscles were reaching exhaustion. But I was still able to tighten up enough to keep Colby's precious load in my hole. "Here's hoping you get fertilized," he said.

im loving my gainz in the gym! 6ft 200lbs!!! gotta update my pic soon cause this ass is way bigger now. need some ppl to test it out

The problem is: Covid is not a bathhouse-specific issue. The same interactions that spread Covid in a bathhouse are present at underground BB parties and in individual hook-ups arranged on Grindr or BBRT. Obviously, the more interactions you have, and the more people present at each, exponentially increases the risk, but fucking some guy you pick up off Grindr because you can't do without sex can spread Covid just as readily. And once it's passed on, you're likely to spread it further (because anyone who can't keep his dick/ass to himself in a pandemic is probably not going to otherwise socially isolate himself). I'm so sick and tired of selfish shits telling me how much they NEED NEED NEED sex, as though they're literally going to die if they don't get dick this week - when people are literally dying already because someone like them couldn't stop himself from getting dick, got Covid, and spread it to a store employee or someone else they came in contact with.

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I went on a spree dating Republicans between 2015 and 2017 (not on purpose), I honestly don't know what hex or glitch in the matrix brought them to me ... what a waste of time. Liberal piggies do everything better! 😄

Thank you for following me: that's an awesome cock you have. Total bottom cumdump here in UK. Hundreds more pics and vids of me on twitter.com/jonny4dad.

thanks for the follow mate. Hundreds more pics and vids of me on twitter.com/jonny4dad

Just take it up your ass. 🙂 Then you don't taste it until it hits you HARD.

I don't get fucked as often as I'd like, but then again who does? Anyway, I tend to tighten up after a while, and I've never used poppers or anything to loosen up. So when I am fucked it typically stings a bit as he works it in. BUT the dirty little secret is that I love that feeling. I equate it with him taking me for his pleasure, and the hell with my feelings. And then when he starts to fuck me, the pain dulls into that blissful heated feeling of him sliding in and out.

This is an important distinction. Cocksucking is not my specialty - I strive for excellent ass - but I generally get good response on my tonguework on a cock. I’m not so good, however, at throating (though getting better recently with practice) and have not really had a Top attempt a forceful balls-deep throat fuck to completion. I attribute this to a couple of things: 1) they sample my ass and choose it as the preferred hole for that fuck, 2) the Tops that do use me for head always seem to be the type who want to make sure the load washes over my tongue so that they can see me taste it before I swallow, or 3) I’m so specific about being an anal bottom in my profiles that they move on to other targets. Whatever the reason, I only have a little experience with Tops who want to try to force their way deep into my throat past my active gag reflex. I have observed that, yes, they do seem to get excited when I gag and heave. I have never really understood this, frankly, because what it signifies is that the Top’s cockhead is being, or is about to be, bathed in stomach acid and/or vomit. I’m not judging; whatever flips a Top’s switch, I see it as my obligation to try to accommodate. Except, I reserve the right to breathe. When I was young I suffered terribly from asthma, and although I pretty much grew out of it, I still appreciate perhaps more than the average person the ability to freely take a breath. So if a Top attempted to throatfuck me and remain embedded in spite of my obvious need to take a breath, I would do more than push. I know my role and duty, I know my place in the sexual hierarchy of men, and I know my uses. I have no illusions that the Men I service need view me as anything but an object or utility. They are entitled to use me. But they are not entitled to put my life at hazard in doing so; a Top may not callously risk asphyxiating me. Several posts in this thread encourage Tops to skullfuck the poster breathless to the point of blackout, and then keep going. I hope no Top would actually do something so reckless, irresponsible and potentially homicidal. Yes, I realize I’m being a buzzkill and most of this is just guys enjoying a shared fantasy, but I feel like someone should at least say what’s real out loud once in a while because my experience has taken me down paths where the Tops are darker and more cruel, and I have encountered Men capable of actually doing some of this shit. Be careful what you wish for.

I am a top and I love sucking dicks, especially big ones. I like making a smooth transition from dick to balls, and all the way down to the target hole.

You wanted to see me on my back, hole exposed, ginger pubes, showing armpits and nipples Sir.

Don't be scared. You are both having a good time. Go for it!

A few hours pass by and the party is in full swing. There's 17 and 18 yr old boys and girls enjoying themselves all around the house, we had kept the party to the living room and the kitchen and the patio area outside and there was a few other parents acting as chaperone around the place too. All was going very well and everyone was having a really good time. The music was playing some of the hits of the day and there was a makeshift dance floor and dance competition going on with some of the lads and girls, all good clean fun. A few of those kids that were eligible were enjoying a beers and wines and the adults mingled with each other sipping their beverages too. I went back into the kitchen from outside to top up and get myself another bottle of beer, I came up to my BF in the kitchen and he wasn't in the best of form; he told me that he had just been called to work - he's in the medical profession like myself and was off the drink as he knew there was a possibility of a callout - I was off callout rotation so was enjoying the beer flowing. We checked with a few colleagues to see could anyone cover but between us there wasn't an option, he had to go in. I told him not to worry, go explain to the kids and I'd lock up the house afterwards, he said that his daughters were going to go home with their mother shortly but Dean would stay in the house himself if I wanted to go home to my own place but would be welcome to stay even though he wasn't going to be here. 2 hours later the party was dying down, most people had left and there was just a group of lads hanging out around the fire pit outside on the patio area. I was tidying up the living room, collecting glasses and what not when I found myself chatting to Kyle, one of Deans friends. Kyle was 19, had probably more than one to many beers and was in great form, just rambling while he sat on the couch watching me clean up around him. Kyle was also on the swim team with Dean, we talking about the coaches concerns and that Dean had not taken his talk earlier that day well. I said that Dean and his Dad had talked and they'd get through it. Kyle made a remark, through his drunken conversation, saying if Dean concentrated on his pool regime as much as he did trying to have sex he'd be on the Olympic team already. I said thats a conversation that Dean and his dad had to have and I wasn't getting involved. Kyle gave me a comment back "well you should because you're part of that conversation even if you don't realise it" I was taken aback, asked Kyle what he meant by that and he just got up, walked over to me, grabbed my cock and balls through my pants and said "Dean wants them more than the Olympics" and walked out of the room. I was stunned and standing there with a rubbish bag in my hand I froze at what I had just heard; with that I heard the last group of people leave the house and I went out to say my goodbyes and watch them get into taxis and head away. I went back out to the patio area and there was nobody left, I assumed Dean had already passed out from the beers and gone to bed so I started to lock up, I powered down the fire pit, switched off all the outside lights and looked at my watch, it was coming up to 3am. There really wasn't any point in me trying to get a cab to go home so I decided I'd stay in my BF's house, this was the first time I did this without him being there. I did the last of the tidying up and started to walk upstairs and as I reached the top I heard what sounded like moaning sounds coming from Deans bedroom. I had assuming he was gone to sleep, the door wasn't closed so I gently pushed it in and there I saw a man standing at Deans bed with his pants down around his ankles, a large hairy ass with two hands around it and Dean sucking him off like a pro! I froze, didn't know where to look or what to do. My shock was interrupted by the sounds of this man letting out a growl which I knew was a sign of relief that we all have when we blow our loads. I stood back out into the hall and I could hear the sounds of a pants being pulled up and a zip and belt being tightened again. I needed to move away from the door so I headed back down the stairs and then turned around to pretend I was walking back up without knowing what had just happened.

Don't lose sight of the fact that "chastity" is just a simple way to refer to erection and orgasm control and denial kink. When it's serving in the role of heightening and intensifying sex it's tough to make the case that "chastity" is serving the sex negative goals of any church. It's pretty common for men held in chastity to have their prostates or cocks milked depending on the top's goals with his locked boy. A large percentage of gay locked boys are submissive men whose "natural male drives" set them to pleasing dominant tops by being always horny and dedicated to serving their pleasure. I think it's everyone's choice what they would do, and that includes each of us deciding what is natural for ourselves. I'll be honest, if I found a horny dominant top who wanted to lock up my cock to serve his need to fuck and breed whenever he wanted, and help me grow more fully into my cunt, I'd be 100% signed up.

He? I'm a gurl... (giggle-giggle) * continued Then I notice what looks like 3 glory holes lined up roughly 2'-3' apart, and about 5' off the floor. This I've got to check out; above the 3 holes there is a narrow shelf, and below a narrow padded bench with a rail, like a hand rail just above it. I peep through the holes and it is outside, looks like under a canopy of trees. And going from one hole to another it appears they have partions between the 3 holes, interesting! Anonymous and discretion, somebody was thinking!!! And then "squuuaaaccch!!!" I jump, bump my head on the little shelf and damn near bust my ass barely catching my self on the fuck bench... "What in the holy fucken hell?" I look towards the door, nothing. Then I hear, "channel 17 radio check, radio check. Levi you around?" Well that sly Mutha Fuka; he has a base station in here son of a bitch! "Levi, Jet Fuel Jockey here still got that hot little cum dump's hole open? I've got the $20 the boys told me you were get'n for a go at her. And a little package fer her. It's got my ears ringing like the Liberty Bell, she's gonna like it!!!" "Levi????" "Well Double Mutha Fuka son of a bitch!!!" He's been pimp'n me out, no wonder I was getting so much attention earlier.... I go over pick up the mic key it, " hey driver Levi had to step out for a bit; but my 'lil dripping cum hole is here. Cum on in!!!" I tell him how to find me up from the Truck Stop in the sEx cAvE. He shoots back, " it'll take me an hour to get there, and a quick 20 minute shower at the Truck Stop and your mine little Cum Dump!!! "I'm here!" I report back. Hmmm, about an hour and a half... Think I'll take the opportunity to freshen up in this bathroom! It doesn't take me long and start to head over to the lap top, and I hear a metal clang/clank over by the door. Now what? I had noticed a mailbox looking metal can on the wall by the door on the outside. Looking at the door now I notice on the inside is a small expanded metal box, about the size of a big box of tissue . I walk over to see what the... and "What the hell is that...?" Huh, it's a $20 dollar bill folded in half length wise just sitting there. The small openings in the expanded metal plus the hefty padlock let me know it's not mine. Well somebody must owe Levi some green. I ponder opening the door to see if they need a hole to cum in, and I hear a buzzer over from the wall with the glory holes. As I tentatively start to walk over there, a Big Beutiful Hard Dripping Cock proudly presents itself through the hole farthest to my right. Well a good little cum slut like me doesn't need any more motivation than that!!! At this point it's been a few hours since I took my last Cock. And this one is going to get some Cock Worship Loving! I give it a good healthy wet slobbery lick, as it bounces and deposits a big glob of pre cum on my tounge it withdraws...? Then a little baggie comes through the hole followed by the Cock! As my mouth greedily goes back on this, about 9.5 incher, I pick up the baggie. Nice about a gram in one shard! Never taking my attention off of the succulent cock I'm devouring, I break off about half and slide it into my gooey dripping cum hole. As it starts to melt and burn just a little I get lost in Cock Lust... * to be continued

Part 6 Luke moaned a little as Steve extracted his fat, spent cock from his ass. When Steve’s thick mushroom head plopped out, a glob of toxic cum came with it, running down Luke’s tan, muscular hamstring. “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” Steve proclaimed, backing away from the bent over jock and collecting his post-coital self. Billy pulled his curved dick from Luke’s mouth and said, “get on your back. “ Luke complied, and his rock hard dick lay flat on his chest pointing toward his face. Luke's cock was dripping precum; it would take only a few strokes to achieve orgasm. Billy positioned himself between Luke’s spread legs, dragged his cock head through Steve’s escaped dirty cum, and then positioned his dick against Luke’s pucker. “You ready for my raw dick, bitch?” “Yeah,” Luke said, looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy was already on the edge, having been blown by Luke for the past several minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to shoot his load into Luke’s fuck hole. Billy’s bent dick began its descent into Luke’s guts. Although Steve’s jism lubed the way, he took his time entering Luke. Luke felt the curve of Billy’s dick veering against his ass lining, and he moaned in pleasure. Billy's long dick bottomed out in Luke, balls against Luke’s ass, and leaned onto Luke, resting on him, sweaty-chest-to-sweaty-chest. “I’m all the way in you.” He whispered into Luke’s ear. “Your dick feels amazing, Billy.” “Oh yeah? You like my bare dick in you?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “I’m throbbing in you. You feel so good.” Billy began mini-thrusts against Luke’s prostate, and Luke smiled. Steve appeared at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, clicking photos of the scene. “Here’s something else you should know, bitch: I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve probably taken a hundred anonymous loads this month. No condoms, no names, no questions. I'm chasing everything. I’m not just toxic, I’m fucking radioactive. And now, so are you. You’re my fellow, filthy cumdump. This is your destiny.” Billy kissed Luke, and Luke’s heart raced. What the fuck did Billy just say? This was more than Luke had in mind when he knowingly touched Steve's poz dick a few hours earlier. This sexual romp had gone way too far. Luke didn't actively want STDs. He didn't want to be a filthy cumdump. And yet, Luke didn't put up resistance; he just kissed Billy back. Billy’s mini-thrusts became more methodic, quicker, and deeper. Luke was pinned body to body with Billy, and the two were becoming one. Moments into their deep tongued kiss, Billy screamed “I’m cumming!! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!!! I’m fucking shooting my load in you, bitch!!” and he kept thrusting his nuclear seed deep in Luke’s guts. After his orgasm subsided, Billy rose from Luke’s sweaty chest. With his bent, uncut cock still in the boy, he looked down at his conquest with a grin. Steve’s camera phone clicked some more. Steve switched it to video, and Steve said “nice, Billy. Fuck that hot load into him some more. Luke, you just took another filthy load. Look at those letters above his dick. Mmmmm. That’s you now too, whore. His dick looks so hot in your used hole.” Billy took hold of Luke’s rock hard dick and jerked it. With just a few strokes, a huge spray of cum shot onto Luke’s rippling six pack. Billy pulled his dick from Luke’s ass, with a whimper from Luke, and then lapped up the cum from Luke’s stomach. “Probably his last clean load ever. Savor it.” Steve said, still videoing the scene. He panned to Luke’s face and captured a concerned but satiated look.