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Ken's point of view, Paul is younger than me by a bit, and also has a very high sex drive, so I knew going into the relationship I was probably not going to be able to keep up with him. Sure I had a fat cock that he seemed to love, but there were times when I was done and it seemed like Paul was just getting started, I tried to keep up but it was obvious he needed more cock. I started looking for others to bring into our bedroom, I knew he liked big cocks, so my search was to find that for him. We found a couple guys, one top in particular had a very thick 8" cock and it looked like Paul just came alive when that cock was buried in his ass, I enjoyed watching that fat cock slide in and out and even fantasied about that cock going bare and leaving a load in him. That always made my cock harder while I watched. Even though this fantasy was real strong for me, I made sure everything was safe, even grilled the guys to make sure they were safe as well, I didn't want to bring something home that required a doctors visit to get rid of. That all changed one day when I was cleaning the spare room, getting it ready for a guest. There was a loose board in the floor so I went to fix it. When I pulled the board up I found a ledger, I opened the first page and realized it was a diary, I read a couple more lines and determined it was Paul's. I put the book back and left it as it was. Days went by and the thought of that book haunted me, Everything told me to not read it, I would get the book, open it, start to read and get guilt feelings, so I would return it to it hiding spot. This went on a couple weeks, finally I justified it by saying if there was something in there that could help our sex life then it was worth the risk of reading it. I read it from front to back, then went back and read it again. Paul said many things, mostly good. but the one thing that stood out was sex. He definitely wanted more and bigger and raunchier. His fantasies on paper were mostly all bareback, he wanted the tops to cum in him, he worked hard during the fuck and their cum should be his reward. His darkest secrets was he wanted to be a cum slut, taking all loads and touching on chasing for toxic cum. I had to read it several times, my Paul was a cum slut. I couldn't believe this mild mannered man I married wanted to go into the dark and not come back. His writings said he wished the tops I found for us to play with did not have to use a condom, and for our regular, Mr. 8" he had even went so far as to poke holes into the condoms, hoping they break during their fucks. I was stunned to say the least. He never said anything like this to me, never shared his dark desires. So I decided I would see what I could do to help him come out, so to speak. We planned a trip, we discussed several places but I steered our destination to Phoenix, mainly because I had been chatting with a few guys there and was working a plan for Paul to get some of what he "needed". We arrived, settled into our hotel room and I contacted Tyrell. I told him if he was willing and available I wanted him to come fuck my boy while I watch, of course he said yes and to let him know when I was going to pick him up. Paul and I rested in the room, I was horny knowing my plans so when Paul took his shower I entered with him, pushed him against the wall and pounded hard until I shot a big load into him. Later we took a drive, got something to eat and returned to the hotel, My phone went off and it was Tyrell telling me he could come now if ok. I told Paul to get ready, I was going to go pick up a top for us to play with. The smile his face told me he was willing. When I walked back into the room with Tyrell I could see my boy's cock getting hard. I told him to make our guest comfortable so Paul went to his knees and began to lick at his bulge then pull out a long fat black cock, It only took a few minutes and Paul was on his back begging our guest to fuck him. I watched Paul grab a condom, one that I had made cuts into, and guide it onto Tyrell's rock hard cock. When that fat cock was positioned at Paul's hole I went over to feel his cock as it slid in, but also to give it a few hard tugs so the condom would break as he fucked my boy. It was not long and I saw the condom form a ring at the base of this throbbing hard cock. I knew at that second that Paul was getting exactly what he wanted. I watched as Tyrell fucked him hard and built up to a huge loud orgasm, shooting his dna into my boy. Paul grabbed on and wanted more. I saw them on the bed tangled together, Paul's pale body entangled with Tyrells dark contrasts,. I took the other bed, watching them move slowly, knowing that Tyrell was inside him probably blowing another load into him. In the morning they fucked hard giving me a show, Tyrell pulled out several times showing me he was in my boy raw, the white foam on his hot black shaft told me everything I needed to know, Paul was full of another mans cum. On the ride home I thanked Tyrell for making my fantasy come true, he saw my cock getting hard as he told me he shot several poz loads into my boy, I drove back quickly, excited as hell. I opened the door and took Paul, I didnt give him an option, I sunk my hard cock into all that cum and instantly added my load, then kept fucking for another my cock coated in all that slimy cum. I fucked him hard wanting to push all that cum deeper, when I was finished Paul was exhausted so he slept while I checked the gay sites and contacted some other men I had spoken too. During that weekend Paul was fucked bareback by 8 men that I know of. The last guy was a surprise, he hit me up asking about fucking my boy, when I saw the biohazard tattoo on his groin in the pic he sent, I made arrangements for him to visit us the next day. What Paul didn't know is that all the guys were poz, I don't know about the guys in the gloryhole, I just assumed if they fucked raw the were poz, I didn't ask any of them if they were medicated, I did ask the last guy after he blew his load and I walked him out. He told me he had not been on meds in some time and thanked me for the use of my boy's hole, got in his truck an left. I told Paul all of this when we returned home, he literally ripped my clothes off and I was in him in seconds, he was as excited as I was. This was obviously not going to be our last time going down this road.

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

Me getting my fuck hole used.

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I do not have any social media other than BreedingZone & BBRTS, so, I had to get this off my chest: Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one. Although assholes can be nice to smell and taste, I don’t want to get close to everyone’s asshole. So those of you feeling down or marginalized by this world...remember that the person who said that crappy thing or DID that stupid shit; They were just showing everyone their stinky hole. And u don’t have to smell it.

I was at the video store last night and a man gave me a condom and wanted me to put it on him? Strange. I don’t get fucked with condoms so I made an attempt to put it on him but couldn’t figure it out. Lol. I just threw it in the garbage. He just spit on his cock and turned me around and bred me anyway. I was like??? Why even attempt to try? The only reason I even entertained the idea was because he was hot as fuck and I wanted him in me. I got what I wanted in the end..so to speak.

This sounds like PrEP shaming. As @Cutedelicategay and @bluewind point out, sex partners not on PrEP are the ones not receiving regular, frequent HIV and STI tests under an established, ongoing relationship with a medical professional. If the people who turned down your friend were knowledgeable about PrEP — which isn't the case — they could doubt that he was actually following a PrEP regimen. For example, when I see HIV Status "Negative, on PrEP" in a Grindr profile but Last Tested is blank or the date is many months in the past, I realize that the person is not properly following a PrEP regimen. According to the CDC (I'm in the US) PrEP guidelines, sexually active/"at-risk" men who have sex with men should receive HIV and STI testing at least every 3 months. Some PrEP users obtain their medication from unlicensed or foreign mail-order pharmacies, through friends, or by taking advantage of same-day PrEP initiation at a clinic but not returning for follow-up. Many stop taking their medication but still think of themselves as PrEP users (rather like putting on a bicycle helmet but not buckling the strap or, in today's times, wearing a mask but leaving your nose uncovered). Some PrEP prescribers don't bother to insist on quarterly HIV and STI testing. Others (especially small, private practices) are not equipped to monitor PrEP patients properly. Again, PrEP shamers wouldn't have these caveats in mind. I agree completely with your assessment of Canadian social mores. I grew up in Canada in the 1970s and 80s, in the country's largest and ostensibly most progressive metropolis, no less. I maintain close ties and return regularly. In the 1980s, we were still not far removed from "Toronto the good", the label from the 1950s. Government liquor stores were closed on Sundays. Indeed, almost all Sunday shopping was illegal. Only convenience stores and small shops on a handful of designated tourist streets could open. Government-funded television portrayed premarital sex, teen pregnancy, homosexuality, and divorce as life-destroying. Even program[mes] with a modern, progressive veneer, like Degrassi Junior High and Degrassi High School, had the paradoxical effect of making sex seem dangerous and wrong. In all of their former colonies, the British left a legacy of anti-sex laws and morals. Canada began to repeal these laws in the late 1960s, but the anti-sex morals remain. Canada placed severe restrictions on abortion well into the 1980s, and was even slower than the US at providing widespread access to medical (pill-based) abortion (literally just a year or two ago). Predictably, Canada lagged far behind the US in approving Truvada for PrEP, and in implementing PrEP care. Paying for PrEP remains a problem in Canada because (unbeknownst to Americans), there is no government-sponsored prescription coverage unless you are a senior, a person with a disability, or someone with a very low income. Canada, as far as GLBT people are concerned, remains a paradox. We gained legal protections in Canada many years before we did in the US, but social acceptance and practical supports lagged.

Participated a 5 top vs a bottom gang bang just befor Corona. was the second top to arrive and the last one to cum. After a 2 hour long fuck, suck and rim session, the 4 other tops took turns breeding the slut hole. I then felched his hole tasting the 4 loads inside him. Was so hot and tasty. I then shoved my monster into his slik hole, making him cum all over the place. After a short fuck I bred him, adding a huge load to the other 4 that were already in his hole. Felched him once again than headed to the shower where the other tops took turns in the shower, showing everyone my still rock hard dick, drenched in 5 loads of hot cum.

Agreed that noone's entitled however the way I see this is a part of prep shaming. Previously HIV poz guys undesirable for many and there is a similar trend especially in Canada on prep shaming especially one of the chat he showed where the top is refusing bb bcoz he is not on prep. People just don't grasp the fact that prep prescription renewal is very strict based on 3 months tests. I would rather trust someone who is regularly tested and treated if required over just believing someone who says they are safe and clean but without regular testing.

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I don't know how they timed it so well. The redhead must have sent a secret signal somehow. His workmate must have stepped on the boat as the redhead stepped off by the small amount the boat rocked. He was half undressed before even entering the cabin. His looks would probably not turn many heads but he was a fit enough guy. He didn't speak, just kept undressing. His 6 inch cock was already fully hard when he released it from his underwear. I had gotten off the bed and nelt down to take his cock in my mouth. Something about his energy sent the message 'let's go' so I plunged it in full length. With his pubic hair tickling my nose I heard his pleasured moan. He took hold of my hair, pulled me off and up onto my feet. He spun me around, bent me over the bow bunk, and quicker than I had taken it into my mouth he was balls deep in my hole. With no hesitation he was pistonning in full fuck. It seemed clear this would be nothing more than a pump and dump for him. Which was more than okay with me. He had one hand on my hip and the other reached around my neck and started choking me. The more vicious his fuck the tighter the choke hold got. Thankfully it didn't take long for him to climax. I felt all five spurts pump inside and imagined them mixing with the fiery redhead's cum. He needed no time to recover his breath. He was out of my ass, pulling me up and turning me around in a flash. Only then did he speak as he lay down on his back. "Now you've been fully serviced it's time for my tip. And I want more than the tip of your cock up my arse. I can give what I just gave you to the Mrs. at home. I can't get the fucking from a flesh and blood cock like you're about to give me." His legs were already lifted. I grabbed a gob of soft butter from the counter and greased his hole and my eight inch pole. I suspect he gets a strap-on at home because his ass lips practically sucked my cock in. "Fuck me hard man. It's been over six months since this hole was used by a man." I didn't need further encouragement. He was a great fuck pushing his ass onto me and milking my cock every step of the way. It was not long until I was ready to unload. I considered saying something but remembering his choke hold I changed my mind. I fully realized how fucking into this I was when a bellow escaped as I pumped him full of my load. I wasn't even able to catch my breath before I heard his astonished voice. "What the fuck man?! You came in my ass! I didn't give you permission to do that! What the fuck!" "Man you were milking my cock. What did you expect?" "I expected you to give me some warning and choice. Not just blast who knows what into me. Fuck man!" As he said this he whipped some cum dripping from his hole and sucked it off his fingers. "Fuck man. You better get down there and clean that up. Suck as much of your god damn cum out of me as you can faggot." He made it sound like a degrading chore. I was never happier to oblige when I saw how clean he was. I rimmed his hole savoring every drop I licked up. Then I planted my lips around his ring and sucked out and swallowed every drop I could manage to get out. With the butter the taste was a bit strange but not bad. When we both stood he took my face with both hands and gently pulled me in for a passionate kiss. When the kiss was broken he said; "Thanks Mr. C. That was a fantastic tip. I was just joshing with you about loading my guts. Loved it. I hope your neck doesn't bruise. Forgive me. I don't get to play rough at home." "Permission to come aboard?"; boomed a deep strong voice from the dock.

Advertising as a “CumDump” to me, YES implies that it’s no condoms and raw...I also add “NO LOAD REFUSED.” Meaning the load goes inside me. I rarely have a guy ask to use a condom, but when I do I respectively tell them I never allow condoms and those guys never show up. Then there are those guys that show up AND STANDING BEHIND MY NAKED ASS, DRIPPING WITH CUM, ASK TO USE A CONDOM, I definitely say “no” and at this point never once has a top looked at my receptive ass and walked away. 100% have not used the condom and stuck their bare cock in my ass. Men are men!!!!

Got to say I agree. About 10 years ago, I holidayed in Egypt and was fucked BB alot, more so in day to day situations. I remembered a day trip out on a coach and the driver was friendly, no English, the rep who was english was irritating, anyway, whilst I got back to the coach earlier, he gestured to have a smoke with me, I did, stood at back of coach, he was fiddling with himself alot, i smiled and looked, he got it out, I wanked and sucked him whilst he smoked, he then openedvside door and fucked me on the back seat. On that trip, I had 2 waiters, a bloke in a cafe and a middle aged man who was hard and fucked me at the back of a shop.None wore condoms. Pakistanis are my favourite, I have had most of my cab drivers and they seem to know me, even the new ones.

Halloween Horror CHAPTER ONE THE GRIM REAPER Living in a small redneck town had more disadvantages then advantages! Everyone knows your fucking business and have no qualms about spreading it around, talking behind your back even when they are right in front of you and then there is the “I’ll just be an asshole to your face in front of everyone.” On all that trying to stay in the closet in a small town is damn near impossible, but when it comes out it rocks the town to its core. That’s what happened to me. You would think that these inbred rednecks would have known that a single man in his mid thirties who didn’t date was gay, but when they didn’t. It wasn’t until a plain brown package order ripped open a little and the mail woman saw the dildo I ordered, was when the talk started. I just said fuck them and did my normal routine and ignoring them just drove them crazy. The real fun shit started on Halloween night. I didn’t want to stay home and pass out candy to the breeders fucked up offspring, so I decided to go to the next town over Halloween Haunted House and Maze. In my skin tight jeans, commando and showing off my large bulge, flannel shirt and boots I head over to the town 30 miles away. As I got out of my truck the seam in the ass of my jeans ripped. Other would say it was convenient, maybe in a different town or city yeah, but it was an inconvenience here. I was glad I had a spare shirt in the truck, dirty but would do the job since I was going to tie my flannel around my waist to hide the hole. I paid my way in and headed to the maze, I could hear screaming and laughing from all over the large dry corn field that was cut into a maze. I decided to go in and started to walk. That’s when I heard the voices. “It’s the faggot” one voice said “Got a hard cock for you to choke on” said another The unseen men voiced insults and pretty obscene sexual harassment. I laughed at the insults and my cock grew harder with the sexual stuff. It was hard to hide the eight inch throbbing cock down my leg, but I didn’t care. I must have taken a wrong turn because I was at a very dark dead end. As I turned to backtrack, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into the corn stalks. “I got what you need” the figure dresses as the grim reaper said. He guided my hand to his crotch, where I felt his hard cock through his costume. It was thick and at least nine inches. His free hand was rubbing my ass under my flannel shirt and almost instantly found the rip and started to exploit it. “Yeah, heard you fags were more prepared than a scout” he said as his finger found my hole. He pushed me slightly forward at the waist and I went along with it. His thick dry finger pushed against my hole, scratching the soft flesh. I pushed back and felt his finger slide in and the finger nail scratching my flesh. I bit my lip, but ignored the pain. I was horny and this was more than just me stroking and riding fake cocks for my sex life. He lifted my shit up, exposing my gaping jeans and exposed hole with his finger deep inside. He slowly fingered my hole and using his nail to scratch my insides as he fingered me. “Got to get you ready for the tricks and the treats in the maze” I just stared out into the darkness. It wasn’t long until he pulled out his finger and spit in his hand, then rubbed it on my hole. I braced my hands against my thighs and waited. I stood felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole. I took a deep breath and my hole gave, allowing him to push his cock balls deep with one thrust. I scream loudly from the pain. “Scream all you want faggot, no one cares here in the maze” Grabbing my hips he started to ram his cock in and out of my holes. It was tougher than I fuck myself with the dildos. My hole was slowly adjusting from his assault and the pain quickly turned to pleasure. “Trick or treat faggot” he asked between his breathes. “Treat” I said “Fuck no faggot you are getting a trick” He pulled his cock completely out and rammed it balls deep over and over. I felt my precum oozing out of my piss slit, running down my leg. “Soon you will have my trick” I pushed back meeting his hips! “Hell faggot, you might think it was a treat” He rammed in and held his cock deep in me. I could feel the cum pulse through his shift with my ass ring. “Take that load!” He yelled, “you cum loving faggot” I had never felt pleasure like that fuck that I just experienced. “Love fucking faggots and passing along the gift” I was clueless then about the gift. As he pulled out he said: “Find the scarecrow” I heard the rustling of the corn and as I turned to see who just took my hole, I could only see darkness.

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The main reason for all this ignorance especially in Canada is also related to certain demographics. Males remain segregated from females and pre marital sex with women is considered blasphemous. These men look for gays for quick sexual gratitude. I had a hookup who was eventually sexually starved. I asked him when was he last tested and he told me that he didn't get tested bcoz he was straight and just wanted to fuck me bcoz he wanted sexual relief. Even after telling him that I am HVL and not on meds and would not use condoms he went and fucked me bare anyways. In Canada this is the major issue. Sometimes we gays are at fault to seduce such ignorant guys. The progressives in Canada are nothing but a bunch of idiots who wants 2 minutes TV fame.

A little Martha Stewart tip lol. Hanging out at the pool always have mason jar and tonic water ready in case Daddy has to pee. While it's still warm just add a tiny bit of tonic water. The bubbles really aerate it and you totally get the full flavor as the bubbles dance in your mouth lol. Also try the same in a champagne glass at dinner 🙂 You can really taste the differences in Daddy's urine through out the day.

Luv being a mare

Thanks DrScorpio, I had the same question 👍🏻

I was running by the park today and unfortunately as it sometimes happens I had an urge to go to the public bathroom. There was a tall black hobo I assume in his 50s loitering but I really needed to go so I went in. While I was doing #2 he walked into the stall as doors don’t really lock and showed me his huge hard cock. I just couldn’t resist the kink of giving him a blowjob while taking a dump. He was smelly, the bathroom was smelly and what I was doing was smelly. But somehow it was a big turn on. He came in my mouth very quickly. His cum was very bitter. But I’m still hard 16 hours later thinking of what a dirty slut I was today.

Poppers are totally what got me to take my first raw cock.

How safe did you find Kuala Lumpur given that's a muslim country where gay sex is a crime? Where did you meet people? Mostly using apps?

I think the mistake is in framing this as a question of "why these guys don't want to bareback HIM", because for all you know, these guys do not want to bareback *anyone*. It's true that PrEP works. But some people (a) don't believe that, (b) don't want to take chances even though it does work, (c) are worried about other STI's, (d) on and on with any number of reasons a person may choose not to engage in bareback sex. The point is that none of us are *entitled* to have any particular person or persons fuck us bareback. Your friend seems to have hit a spate of guys who are not barebackers (which is their prerogative). He gets to choose: would he rather fuck with a condom, or not get fucked by this particular guy?

About two weeks after the first blood slam I started running a low grade fever, felt fatigued all the time, and woke up drenched in sweat. We talked about my symptoms. Since they were similar to the fuck flu he decided to take advantage of my compromised immune system. He pounded his toxic dick into my hot fever hole without lube. He spit on his dick and shoved it in, tearing me open. I slammed a large amount of his blood. I’d love to post the security camera video of all of the depravity, but for some unknown reason we always fucked with Game of Thrones playing in the background and it kills the vibe of the dirty verbal pozzing. I know I’m sad too... At this point we’ve been very depraved for a couple of months so I jokingly took an OraQuick. To my astonishment it was negative. I had already scheduled my normal 3 month check-up so I told my doctor about the symptoms of fuck flu. I asked for a viral load test because it counts virus cells present in a sample as opposed to the standard HIV-antigen test which only tests my immune system for antibodies. About 4 days go by and the doctor called wanting me to come in to discuss my results. I’m rather tech savvy and have the phone app for where I get my labs drawn. They automatically upload as soon as new results are posted. Within minutes of getting off the phone with my doctor I receive a push notification from the app. And guess where I was when I get the notification? If you guessed IKEA you’re right. I’m walking alone through the linens shopping and I look down at my phone. I burst with happy tears when I saw the Viral Load of 141,000. If you’ve ever been to an IKEA it’s busy place, people are staring. I laid my items down and leave. I head over to my makers apartment when he gets off. I climb into bed with him because at this point I haven’t told anyone yet. I open the lab app and tell him to read. I can still see the excitement on his face, and I have to say the sex that night was extra special because I got to shoot my first poz load. A couple days go by and I show up to my doctor's appointment. She is not a nice lady, but she was being super nice. I told her that I “know” and that she didn’t have sugar coat anything. The following week she orders additional labs for a full HIV work up. A few more days pass and I get the additional lab results. I now have a viral load of 6,650,000 and CD4 count of 314. I wanted to stay off meds for some time, but my maker told me to start taking meds due to how fast my CD4 count dropped and how high my VL went. If you knew our relationship you'd know I cannot say no to him. I picked up my prescription and went back to his place. He opened the dresser drawer where he keeps the needles and gets a 3mL out and a fresh 23g needle. I slam 3mL of my toxic blood into his veins. After some time on meds we'll be taking a break so I can be the toxic strain-collecting boy I’ve always wanted to be. And then I'll be able to recharge his toxic hole with my pierced dick.

I have travelled fairly widely and I have always found Singapore and Kuala Lumpur have worked very well for me. In Singapore it was nothing for me to entertain and get bred by eight or nine different tops in a day /night sessions. I also found the majority we quite willing to bareback and fuck me raw, which meant I was in heaven.

I was working at a construction site today on a new house being donated....I was there working on the furnishings and accessories when one of the contractors asked if I wanted help....I thought why not... he was older maybe 60/65 covered in tats, missing a few teeth and a little paunchy. Most of the other guys on the site went to get lunch, but I never noticed.... I was set on getting my job done. When I looked at this guy, I noticed a scorpion tat next to his ear on his neck. Once I noticed this, all bets were off...lol I asked him if I could have a closer look at his tats. He agreed. When I leaned in to look, I grabbed his dick and whispered in his ear “. Fuck me hard and fast before the boys get back?” He responded by dropping his pants and pushing me over on the edge of the new bathtub they had just installed. Gobbed on his hand and shoved in.....he rode me hard and fast, blowing in just a few minutes....it was great. When my son came to pick me up 40 minutes later, I made sure to introduce them and told my son he was a hot fuck with a fat uncut cock.... he asked my kid if he wanted to see what they were working on... Marc my son came back 15 minutes later tugging on his jeans and walking funny... can’t wait to eat my kids ass out tonight.....

I was 10 and got fucked by my older brother who was 13. I started sucking his cock 2 full years earlier and had also sucked off a buddy of his many many times. some days I would just suck them both of repeatedly all day and drink a dozen or so loads. I had also begun sucking off an older cousin and 2 of his buddies occasionally. my brothers buddy kept saying he wanted to watch my brother fuck me while I sucked his cock so one day my brother agreed to do it. so I got to lose my virginity to my brother while sucking another guys cock. after that they both fucked me regularly. a week later when I told my cousin to fuck me, him and one of his buddies started using both my holes. the other buddy thought it was "too gay" to fuck me. within a year I was getting fucked by boys from school and boys from the neighbourhood and a couple boys on my hockey team, plus I was sucking off any guy who would let me lol. I got very slutty VERY fast. and was getting daddy cocks 3 years later. a couple of my nicknames in school were NBC (Natural Born Cocksucker), gay pornstar, and cumsewer (cause my digestive system was always full of cum flowing in from both entries).one guy called me blowjob girl all the time and eventually became a regular in my mouth and ass to the point where I was sucking off him and 2 of his friends in the school restroom stalls regularly (which is how I got busted sucking off 5 guys in a stall by a teacher lol (don't worry I managed to suck them all off before we got busted.) I was just cleaning off their cocks with my mouth when we got busted. turns out he was there pretty much the whole time and was just waiting for everyone to finish. I originally thought the teacher was just cutting us a break by not busting us to the principal but later found out it was cause he wanted to fuck me. he did lol

I certainly don't. Pissing in a faggot's face and making him swallow piss should be standard practice.

Thank you Drscorpio. It started out as a small comment and after so many additions and edits it became a whole other story. But on the subject. As chance would have it I'm about to jump in the shower and race off to not far from here to relive and share this fantasy with another guy. One who I topped in the innocent days many years ago. He his an awesome, built body what we around here call: "Atlanta circuit boy bod!" And also comes in as an inked, promiscuous and POZ bottom and loves being verbal... he is part of my poz top 'transformation training'. I texted a minute ago: "PA - fan or not!" His answer was: "FAN!" Getting back into 'the feeling of that night with the stranger!'

I love hooking up like this!

I'd take his load anytime!

1. From my experience, that sounds pretty normal. If you caught it at the time of the rash, that's secondary, not tertiary stage (by definition). After that it can go underground for years (sometimes decades) before the slow damage it causes to your body allows it to emerge as tertiary syphilis. An explanation of the "syphilis count" numbers: The RPR (rapid plasma reagin) test is *not* a specific test for the syphilis organism. It is a test for antibodies to a substance found naturally inside the human body's cells, that is released when they are damaged by the syphilis organism. Even after the syphilis organism is gone from the body, it can take a long time for these antibodies to drop back to the "unreactive" level, and sometimes they never do so at all. There's a more specific test for the organism itself, and if you get a reactive test on the RPR, they use the specific one to confirm that you actually have active syphilis. 2. Correct, and besides your body can develop an allergy to penicillin, so it's good to avoid using it unless you really need it. If you're allergic, you can't use it when you might really need it! 3. I get tested regularly and treated when necessary. The main impact on my personal life is that sometimes my playmates are disturbed or pissed off if they get the news that they've been exposed to something. That's annoying, but I don't consider it my problem - they're grown up people and they know (or should know) the risks. I never pretend to be an angel. It has no impact on my professional life (none of anyone's business in that arena).

Vietnam! Cute twinks and hoooot fun in steam baths. But to travel there is a challenge. They try to rip you off 24/7. And I know a lot of countries in the world..... Barebacking ... no idea as I am a boring safe Player😱.

Funny, but those who know, it starts after 12 AM and onward at any bathhouse, when guys rush the darkrooms or gloryholes and want to de-nut in your mouth or ass, because they want to leave the bathhouse (they're done playing), get home and get to bed. Works every time! The best loads in your mouth or ass are from 12 midnight to 5 AM!!

Ukraine is Hornet territory. When I first arrived there I was shocked how few people I saw on Romeo, Grindr and some other apps. Funny thing, short after I made my last post here I got a message from some weird profile who I had a very short conversation a few days ago. Was pretty sure the guy wasn't legit as the profile was rather empty he only had a very narrow time frame and only replied super short messages. Well, he said he was free tonight and if I want to come over. I gave it a try as it was only a short drive and surprise surprise the cute Asian twink was actually legit and damn did he have a fine cumdump hole. Not very talkative but the ass was superb and he wanted my load deep in his ass. Jackpot

I wish I could say the same. As a German living in Germany it's mostly been underwhelming. Yes there's a lot of people but I often get the feeling that the more choices there are on the market the harder it gets as people seem to constantly find someone better. I guess if you look very good it's pure paradise but for an average looking person it's not ideal I would say

Toronto’s bathhouses-Steamworks Toronto and SpaExcess, together with the FukdTo bb sex parties, offers tons of bb fun! Montreal’s GIJoe bathhouses (I was there for Cumunion some years ago) is one of the best barebacking experiences I’ve had in the Great White North. Pride Month or Week in a Canadian bathhouse brings together local and international barebackers for cummy fun times!

Palm Springs, hands down. Several great leather bars, multiple leather shops, at least two great bathhouse-type spaces. Also several “underground” groups like the Palm Springs Bondage Club and others.

14. Joining the Club "Your hole. So fucking used." Jon kissed me again. "You got some poz cum, huh?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. He stood up, and pulled me to my feet. "Did it feel good?" he asked me. He kept one arm around me, and motioned into the living room. "So fucking good. When he was in me," I said. I had been scared a few moments earlier, but standing next to Jon put me at ease. Dressed in the harness and motorcycle boots, he was scary-looking, but also quite sexy. "How did you feel about getting the unmedicated cum?" "Colby?" I asked. "It was intense. It burnt. Really intense." "Yeah?" Jon said. "I thought you'd like him." I realized that Jon had sent Colby to me. "Now. I think it's time for me to drop a load in your hole. You want that?" I nodded enthusiastically. I had wanted Jon's load from the very beginning; all the other men had been merely necessary inconveniences before the main event. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. One arm drifted down to my ass, and his hand pushed my ass apart. My wet hole tightened at the sudden sensation of cool air. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Oh yeah," Jon said. His fingers brushed against my hole. It was soft, tender, and wet; even the very slight force that Jon was using was more than enough for his dick to slide into me. "Fucking hungry hole," he whispered into my ear. "Ready for every dick, huh?" "Yeah," I moaned. "But I want yours." "I know. It's ok. You're going to get it." He turned his attention away; James was standing next to us. He was empty-handed, which disappointed me. I was high, but I knew I could get higher. Between Colby and the man I knew only as Sir, I had learned that the only thing that mattered was pleasure. They also taught me that drugs were an important part of true pleasure. "I think we both need a refill. And I think he needs some more vitamins." "Right on. Here?" "I think we'll be in the Devil's bedroom." My hole throbbed. Sir hadn't been joking about his religion, nor was he the only one at the orgy who was a follower. "You ready for this?" Jon asked, his attention now focused on me. His dick was sandwiched between us. It was hard and hot, and pulsing with his heart. I knew he was poz, but it didn't matter. I had already taken far too much sperm. One more load wouldn't make a difference. I nodded. "Yeah," I said, trying to tamp down on my rising excitement. "I am." "Good." He turned back to James. "What you think is best for us," he said, smiling. "Oh yeah," James said. "I know what he will need." His eyes met mine. He had a slightly lop-sided smile. It was cute. But he had an unmistakable expression of sadness as well. "It'll get you through," he said, this time clear to me. "Don't let him get you scared," Jon said, as James walked away, disappearing into the dim light. "This is something I've been looking forward to all night." "Me too." "You know Colby's load. Unmedicated." "Yeah," I said. I remembered how it had burnt when Colby fucked it into me. The memory was no longer painful. It had hurt, but it had felt good. It was what I needed. "Felt so hot in me. Burnt me." "Devil's burn," Jon said. "It's intense." I nodded. I remembered how it had burnt, but I was still smiling. "You like it?" "It is intense. But it's supposed to, right?" Jon kissed me slowly. He let his tongue explore my mouth. I pressed my slim, smooth body against his. He was muscular, and it was covered in dark, masculine fur. I wanted to please him. "Yeah. Did someone tell you what it is?" Jon said. I nodded. "It's..." I started. His dick needed to be inside me. I wanted his load. I knew it was infected. I hoped he was unmedicated. I wanted his cum to burn like Colby's had. "It's the virus. Trying to infect me." "Yeah," Jon said. "That's it. I want you to feel it again." He was asking if he could infect me. "Yes," I said, before I could even think. It was my body making a decision for me. I knew it was dangerous. But it was so hot. "Please." "Good. Here." He handed me a pipe. I could barely wonder where he had kept it before the torch had gotten it smoking. "I want both of us full of His spirit." I nodded, and started to inhale. The smoke was familiar and wonderful, and I let it fill my lungs. Any last inhibitions melted away as I got a fresh dose of the drugs. "Mmmm," I moaned, still keeping my lips wrapped around the pipe. "Fuck, that's hot. I love seeing a boy like you take a nice big hit." He smiled at me. I nodded; my lungs were full. Where Sir might have made me inhale more, Jon just took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, as he stuck the stem in his mouth, and took a long hit. He leaned in and kissed me. We swapped our clouds back and forth before finally exhaling. "Another?" he asked me. "Please," I said. We repeated the process, this time taking more time to make out. His cock was stiff between us, a thick masculine rod that I wanted to feel inside me. My own cock was semi-hard, but it was nothing compared to his. I reached down and grabbed it. It was almost too big for just my hand. "Please," I repeated. "I want it." "One more," Jon said, and put the pipe in my mouth. "You've taken Colby's load," he said. "But mine." I watched his face, staring into his hazel green eyes. "Mine is special," he said, before taking the pipe from me. He did a long hit, avoiding saying just what made his load special. Sir had told me about the Deacon, and how he had bred a special virus, one that was resistant to prep. I watched Jon suck down thick crystal clouds, and wondered what kind of virus Jon had. He looked so fit and healthy, it was hard to imagine him as anything but undetectable. "Now, Kenta," he said. We both exhaled, then leaned in and kissed. "Special?" I finally asked. His dick was pressed between our bodies; it needed to be inside me. "Yeah," he said. He put the pipe to his mouth one last time. Any last constraint he might have had was dissolved in the thick white cloud. "I'm not on meds," he said. He paused for a moment. "Actually, I'm full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "AIDS," he said. "I had a bad reaction to some drugs. I needed to take a break. And the virus came roaring back." My cock twitched. Here was one more dirty temptation. "But, Prep," I said. "Yeah. I'm resistant to one of the meds," Jon said. "But if you take your pills like you're supposed to..." He trailed off, and filled the silence with another long kiss. I realized that I still wanted him inside me. "I don't care," I finally said. "I know your cock is going to feel great. Even if it burns." "I want it to burn," he said. Before I could say anything, James appeared, carrying three plastic cups. "Just what I was hoping for," Jon said to James. He turned to me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I want you to feel what I can do." The drugs were hitting me hard. It was hard to follow a chain of thought, yet I was acutely aware of how my ass was itching. "Here you go," James said, handing me a glass. It had 1.6 in marker on the side. He gave one to Jon, and kept one for himself. "Cheers," he said. All three of us gulped down the drug-laden orange juice. "Anything else for me," Jon asked. "Yeah," James said. He handed Jon a folded up piece of paper. "Half a gram." "Just what he needs, I think," Jon said. "Right?" he asked me. I nodded. My head was foggy from the drugs, and I really needed to get fucked. "Feels so good," I said. "Doesn't it?" James said. "Jon will get you what you need." He leaned in and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a peck, but it turned into his tongue exploring my mouth for much longer than I expected. Finally he broke it off. "So hot, seeing you like this," he said. James disappeared back into the dark orgy, leaving Jon and I alone. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," he said. "Some things don't need a big audience." I nodded. I knew what was going to happen. Jon was going to put his cock in me. My hole was raw and tender; with no condom, there was no way I could avoid his infected semen. It wasn't scary anymore. Instead, my dick was dripping at the thought. "Please," I moaned. I pressed my body against his, feeling his cock slide between my legs. "You'll get it," he said. "Don't worry. By the morning, you'll be a member of the club." He leaned in and kissed me. "Initiation is amazing," he said. He kissed me again. I shivered in anticipation. He was going to infect me, and it was the hottest thing I could imagine. A hairy, masculine, older man like Jon, forcing his cock into me. Already it was dripping his AIDS-infested sperm, and I was rubbing it against the tender skin of my anus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me." "Come on," he said, stepping away from me. "Follow me. I want to show you something." I followed him. Once outside the dim circle of light, it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. Even then, I mostly followed his white outline, as he led me down a dark hall. "Here," he said, and opened the door. I stepped in. The room was painted black, with dim lights recessed into the ceiling. Most were blood red, except for one white one, illuminating what I could only describe as an altar. On the top was a queen-sized mattress, covered in a dark black sheet. Inscribed in white was a thick pentagram. "I want you to be a part of our club," Jon said. "Give your life over to pleasure." "Please," I moaned. He was going to fuck me on an altar to Sarah Palin himself. I looked again. The room wasn't entirely bare. There was a small table next to the altar. There was a bottle of lube, some poppers, and a glass pipe already set out. "Please," I repeated. My entire body was buzzing. All I could think about was getting fucked. "That's my boy," he said. "Come on." He stepped to the table, and produced the folded white paper that James had given him. He quickly opened it, and tapped out a mound of white powder. "More special K for you," he said, as he marked out several thick lines. "Here." He handed me a straw. "Start with two," he said. "I've never..." I started. I didn't want to admit how naive I was; before tonight, my drug experience had been almost only marijuana. I wasn't even sure how to snort. "It's cool," Jon said. "Here." He took the straw from me, and held it up to the light. "Like this." He put the straw in one nostril, then with his finger, he held the other one closed. He snorted down the line; the white powder disappeared as he ran the straw down the length of the line. "Oh fuck," he said, suddenly standing up again, and inhaling deeply. "Burns a bit, just so you know." He handed me the straw. "Your turn. It's going to be great," he said. "Trust me." He reached down and grabbed his dick. It was still hard, and the pre-cum was dripping. "Ok," I said, and followed Jon's lead. I snorted down one of the lines. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My nose was burning, and I could already feel the drugs dissolving into my body. "Fuck," I repeated. I was a bit light headed, but was also incredibly aroused. "That's intense." "Do one more," Jon said. "Do it now." I leaned back over the table; there were two more fat lines. "Both?" I asked. I wanted everything. It was going to feel amazing, no matter what it was. "Just one," he said. "But I like the spirit. You're still new to this. We want you to remember your initiation." I snorted down the second line, before I could second guess myself. Once more, the white powder burnt my nose, but the pain quickly disappeared, and the burning was just a pleasant reminder of what I had gotten myself into. "Initiation into what club?" I asked. "Both of them," Jon said. "Sarah Palin," he said, and nodded to the pentagram-covered mattress on the altar. "And HIV," he continued, stroking his cock. "What do you think?" "I want it. Especially from you," I said. "Your cum. Inside me." "It's going to feel so good," he said. He pushed me onto the mattress. I landed right in the center of the pentagram. "Pleasure," he said, as he climbed on the altar to join me. He pushed my legs up in the air, and spread them apart. It exposed my hole, and I could feel the cool air against the sperm-coasted wetness. "So hot. Your hole. So used." "Please," I said. "Infect me." "Of course. But there's no need to rush this." He pushed my legs back, forcing my ass up in the air. "This is a special gift from my Dark Lord. And I want to give thanks properly." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole. I had barely been rimmed before, and certainly not by someone as good as Jon. "Oh fuck," I moaned. He pushed his tongue a bit further. He moaned, and the vibrations went straight to my prostate. "Oh damn, that's good." "So fucking used," he said. "Just the way I like my holes. Ready for my sperm." "Your virus," I managed to say, between moans of pleasure. "You're going to infect me." "I know," he said. "I fucking love it." "Is it going to hurt?" I asked. He paused for a moment, then looked down at me, over my soft cock, and smooth body. "You know. When I convert?" "It's going to feel amazing tonight," he said. "And that's all that matters." He went back to rimming my hole, lapping out a few more drops of semen. "Want you cleaned up for my load. Make it easy for your hole to accept my very special gift." "Please," I moaned. I was squirming with each stroke of his tongue. I could feel how empty my hole was now. He had sucked out all the loads I had collected. "Fill me up." "Of course, boy," Jon said. "You're going to be initiated. You want it?" He pushed his tongue into my hole one more, then pulled his head back. "Infect me," I moaned. "Please. Make me part of the club." I looked around; I had sunk down in the mattress just enough to see the pentagram surrounding us. Above me was a hairy, horny devil-man, ready to fuck me raw. The devil was carrying HIV. The devil even had AIDS. "Both clubs tonight," Jon said. "It's going to be about pleasure." He lined his cock up with my hole. I was wet from his rimming, and his dick was wet with pre-cum. "Pleasure," I moaned. He pressed his cock against my hole; the head popped in. "Pleasure," he repeated. "And freedom," he said. His cock slid right into my hungry hole.

not at all. piss is hardcore for straights or regular gays, not for the hot pigs all over this site. for me having a couple guys piss on me in an alley or some daddy pissing down my throat or up my ass is one of the most vanilla things I do or have done to me. I drink piss like most people drink coffee

It’s been awhile since I’ve actually hooked up with anyone but when I used to my cock always stayed pretty hard during it. But I’ve noticed now when I use my toy it stays soft the whole time. I’m not sure what changed, maybe I’m more submissive now. Not sure if that would be the case with an actual person though.

wishing that was my ass!

Chapter Two Everett barely made it to class on time, a fact that was not lost on Mr. Blackthorn. Mr. Blackthorn was one of those teachers that should have been a coach. He was wide and muscular, built like a linebacker with arms that looked like they had been sculpted out of stone. The slacks he wore gripped the man's thighs like a second skin, a fact Everett had been paying more and more attention to lately. “Mr. Palmer, if your prowess on the field was comparable to your academic scores, you coming in late wouldn't be an issue.” Everett paused on his way to an empty seat, “Um, what?” The whole class laughed, “If you were as smart as you were athletic then coming in late would be fine. But since you aren't, see me after class.” “Awww shit,” he said, louder than expected and once again the was surrounded by laughter. He found a seat in the back and slid down, hoping not to be noticed. Once Blackthorn had gone back to lecturing his mind wandered to other things. Normally Everett's thoughts were of three different camps. There was baseball, a topic he loved to go around and around in his head about. Everett knew the stats of nearly every major league player in the past five years, with some he could tell you what they hit on a particular night. But it wasn't baseball he was thinking about. There was also food, easily top three. Thought Everett had a body that looked like it had never gone near actual food, the boy ate like it was always his last meal and he wanted to taste everything before he went. His metabolism was famous with his friends, most who were on a low carb, high protein kick to shed the last few pounds to make them truly a beast on the field. On a dare, Everett had wolfed down five double cheeseburgers from Sliders in less than five minutes. Not only had he won that bet but finished his and two orders of fries the guys hadn't touched. He got a ribbon from the owner and everything. But though Everett was starving, food was not on his mind. As his hand snaked under the desk and gave his dick a squeeze, the only thing on his mind was Jack's mouth on his cock. Just thinking about it made his blood rush, quickly followed by a bucket of cold water composed of everything he had been taught growing up. He had been taught that guy on guy stuff was against Jesus and that God was ALWAYS watching so he better make sure when he had sex it was with someone God would approve of. Growing up nearly all of his friends fooled around with him. One look at his dick and even the straightest of guys would bring up jerking off together just to see Everett stroke it. His dad had caught him and a friend in junior high and he had set Everett down and told him, being curious about boys was natural. Growing up he had a group of friends that would get in on circle jerks, a term Everett had his dad explain, and that was fine. What was wrong, again according to his dad, was having actual feelings towards guys. That was a sin and Everett desperately didn't want to sin. Though he had been wondering why sex with a guy is bad but sneaking into a girl's room and fucking her silly was ok. It was too confusing for him so he just focused on erection and the taste of Jack that was still in his mouth. “Everett?” The boy looked up and found the class empty and Mr. Blackthorn looking at him, “Can you pack your stuff up and come down here?” Everett shoved his books and folders into his backpack, noting that he had not touched them the whole class. As he walked towards Mr. Blackthorne glanced down and raised his eyebrow. Everett looked down and the outline of his cock was clear through his jeans. “Shit,” Everett thought, “I knew I should have found a jock to wear!” “Yes, Mr. Blackthorne?” The beefy teacher sat on the edge of his desk, “I'll give you twenty bucks right now if you tell me what today's class was about.” Everett's face reddened in embarrassment. “You can't can you? Can you tell me what we have been covering this week?” “No sir,” the jock mumbled. Sighing the teacher got up, “Look, Mr. Palmer, I accept the fact you are an athlete so your main focus is on the game and keeping in shape but you do know your scholarship depends on you keeping a 2.5 GPA?” Everett nodded. “Do you know what grade you have in this class so far?” Shake of his head. “An F, a complete zero. You turn in assignments late, when you show up to class you are unfocused and if this is any indication I can tell what you're focused on.” Mr. Blackthorn tapped Everett's dick as he spoke. “I-I'm sorry sir,” Everett stammered as he felt his dick start to chub up again. Blackthorn just stood there watching the length of the boy's member slide down the inside of his jeans. Just the fact the older man was watching made it even harder. “If you thought with this head you'd be a genius,” Blackthorn said, again tapping the stiff cock. Everett jerked at the contact and a small stain of precum stained his jeans. “You're going to need to put more into the class and to do that you need a tutor to make up for what you've skipped.” Everett nodded, wishing his dick would go down. “I'll make you a deal, you get out of practice when around 6-7?” “Mostly sir.” “Ok, on the days we don't have class you show up at my house and I'll try to get you up to speed and when you're in class, no playing with this.” Blackthorn now cupped his hand over the width of the swollen cock and Everett's eyes closed and he instinctively leaned into the contact. “You have class right now?” Everett shook his head. “Come into my office,” he said to the boy, still cupping the monster dick. Everett was led into the older man's office, door closed and locked behind him. “You can't walk around like this,” Blackthorn said, popping open the first button on Everett's jeans. “Sir I...” the athlete began to protest when the teacher's hand pressed harder against him. “Shhh...”, another button gone, “Just go with it, you need this.” Everett bit his bottom lip as another button was undone. The boy's cock sprang up, it's thick head smacking his stomach with a solid thud. “Such a healthy boy,” Blackthorn said, slowly stroking the jock's dick. “S-sir...” he said tried to protest again. “Pull up your shirt.” Everett paused, not sure if he should or not. “I said pull it up, boy!” His cock leaked some more as he reacted to the stern tone of voice. Slowly, Everett raised his t-shirt, exposing his tight abs, the definition clearly showing every deep cut. Blackthorn let the donkey dick go and the sound of it slapping against his abs filled the small office. Blackthorn pulled the dick again, leaving a small smear of precum on the hardened ridges of his abs. “Play with your nipples,” the man commanded. Everett looked down in confusion. The teacher let go of the boy's cock, another wet slap against his stomach and pinched the boy's quarter-sized nipples lightly. Everett moaned out loud as a direct line of sex from his nipples to his cock. Not even aware of it Everett fisted his cock and began to slowly stroke it. “Yeah that's it,” Blackthorn said, twisting harder. The pain was one of the most erotic things Everett had felt and he could feel his dick throb in his hand, another glob of precum forming at his tip. Blackthorn saw the drop and leaned forward to lick it off. Everett jumped as he felt the tongue move across his sensitive tip, “S-sir?” he asked The teacher let go of the nipples and said, “Keep playing with your nipples.” Everett released his dick and began to twist his own nipples as the older man put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. Then, leaning forward, Blackthorn engulfed the jock's dick with his mouth, as he moved his finger under the huge, swaying balls. Slowly the teacher spread the boy's legs, opening up his tight, muscular ass. It was the second time his dick was being sucked by a guy today and it was just as exciting as when Jack did it. His mind was flooded with new sensations, his nipples, the mouth and then the finger. Blackthorn slipped his oversized finger into the virgin ass and suddenly Everett was cumming. Load after load spilled out into the teacher's mouth, the overflow of the massive load dripped out of the corner of his mouth. Everett's ass clenched around the finger, as the cum just kept flowing. Part of him wanted to push the digit out, another part wanted it to go deeper. Finally, the spurts slowed and Everett felt his legs go weak from the orgasm. Blackthorn had never swallowed such a load before, but then again he'd never seen a cock on someone so young before. Removing the finger he let Everett step back, jeans around his ankles, swollen, red cock defeating inch by inch. Blackthorn wiped his mouth and smiled as the teen tried to gain focus again. “Better?” he asked. Everett had a dopey grin on his face as he nodded. “Ok then, get out of here, and remember, private tutoring two nights a week.” The athlete nodded again as he pulled his jeans up, tucking his now, soft cock to the side. “T-thank you, sir...” Everett said, not sure if this was something you thanked someone for. “I was young, I remember what it's like to have a dick with a mind of its own.” Everett could understand that. “See you tomorrow night,” the boy said, walking out of the office. He picked up his backpack and wobbled out of the room. Did that just happen? More importantly, did he want it to happen again?

A few months ago, I blogged about hooking up with an ostensibly straight young bloke who was the boyfriend of the sister of one of my dealer’s. Since then, I’d been helping him out with his rent at the hostel he’s been staying at but it wasn’t much good for hooking up. We’d hooked up a few times at venues and hotels and he’d stayed at the farm for a few days once. The place in town I’d been sharing since I’d moved to the farm wasn’t feasible given my friends were there too so I decided to lease an apartment. Overlooking the city skyline, pretty modern, two (and a half) bedrooms. Nice ‘get’ really. When Tard first came over, I hadn’t told him I’d leased it long-term and was thinking of inviting him to live in the spare bedroom; obviously the idea of leaving him alone here three days a week most weeks worried me a little. But I intended that first time to stay in the city for at least the week and see how it went. I think I asked him if he wanted to move in on a trial basis the next morning as he was fucking me. We sealed the deal by me flipping him onto his back, sharing a slam and me slam fucking him. It’s been a few months now and, in all honesty, it’s working out better than I’d hoped. We’re not in a relationship but we are living together in every sense except that neither of us expect fidelity. Tard was essentially homeless when we first ‘got together’ so I offered him to share my new place. From the day he moved in, he’s made it clear he prefers to sleep with me in my bedroom even though he has his own room. So far, I’m loving the arrangement. For a kid who basically left home when he was 14 and has lived on and off the streets since then; who became a father himself at 14 or 15 and again at 19 (he’s just announced that his girlfriend of sorts is four months pregnant and she’s intending to keep the kid), who’s spent some time in both juvenile detention and in an adult prison; and who’s supported himself and his drug habit by selling his body since he was young, he’s surprisingly ‘together’ at least in relation to me. He asked me if I minded if he took up escorting again to support himself and his kids and, of course, his drug habit; we talked about it for a long time as I wanted him to be certain that it wouldn’t affect his sense of self. He was more concerned about “sponging” off me. So I’ve been actively helping him establish himself as an escort (versatile and, yes, he works bare and seems literally to have no limits to what services he’s willing to offer) and I must admit it’s been incredibly hot watching a few of his ‘appointments’ with his clients. I filmed a couple of the sessions for him with the clients and I must admit that Tard and I have fucked to the vids already. I booked a session for him with a couple of escorts I’ve regularly hired and they’ve really taken him under their wings. He’s had a couple of bookings with them already and the three of them have done two amateur porn scenes with him mostly getting fucked. One took Tard to a gangbang in Sydney to introduce him to some of his clients and not only did he do very well, he was booked for a breeding party a couple of weekends ago which ended up being three days wired, with his legs open, taking multiple loads. According to the escort who organised it for us, there were some poz tops there; it’s hard to tell on the vid but he’s pretty sure a few poz loads were pounded into Tardy. And he’s decided that’s going to be his focus in escorting; cumdump at bareback parties, with an especial openness towards poz tops breeding negative holes like his. (He’s already persuaded two of his straight mates to be straight cumdumps with him and he does seem to have a talent for identifying straight men who might be interested. (He loves playing with other straight guys and teaching them the wonders of wired gay fucking.) Last Friday week, he brought two young blokes home (from his outreach centre) and we ended up having sex with them; one fucked Tard brutally and we all ended up fucking the younger one. That one’s proven a real cutie.

Earlier in the week, I visited my ‘reserve’ dealer because she was (eventually) picking up her phone. It’s the second time in about a month I’ve seen her (which would also be the second time in over six months). Last time, her sister’s boyfriend was there, a young bloke who calls himself ‘Tardy’ or ‘Tard’ for some reason and he and I seemed to hit it off pretty well. As I hadn’t been partying for several months, I had a few pipes before I left (I now live at least 90 minutes from Melbourne and stay in the city 2-3 days per week) and I offered Tardy some (as you do) and talked. We seemed to get along well. Tardy is a bit “rough around the edges”, very much a bogan - replete with the shaggy, unkempt dark blonde/light brown hair and the jail tatts, etc - and he was obviously a little slow (he was stoned) but good humoured. (He even joked that “Tard” wasn’t a reference to him not being that smart; that had never even occurred to me. He seemed like a decent bloke. But, as I had a few pipes for the first time in a while, I found myself looking him over and finding him attractive. He’s skinny but still looks more athletic than scrawny and does look a little older than he is (he’s just turned 22 a few weeks ago) with that rugged, hairy but young look. I hoped that it wasn’t obvious to anyone although I think he might’ve twigged that I had a quick look at porn when I went out to my car for a few minutes. He was standing behind me when I turned around but he gave no indication that he’d noticed and his demeanour didn’t change at all. Fast forward to a few days ago; the sister announces to me that she’d told Tard to leave. He’d only been staying with them because he was having trouble with the men his housemates; they’d jumped him in the street the night before I first met him and beaten him up. I really didn’t think much of it until I reached the end of their street and there’s Tardy on the corner, looking lost. He waved so I pulled over and asked him how he was. Even though he obviously couldn’t remember my name, he recognised me and was friendly but obviously down. He told me that he’d been thrown out and then asked if I’d ‘collected’? Me being me, I said “yes but I’m about to head home...” And then thought, “shit, offer him a coffee (and a quick pipe)”. He was reluctant to accept at first but relented when I told him I was stopping to grab one anyway (and would sneak a pipe) to ensure that I was alert enough to drive. Long story short, I only just arrived home a few hours ago. When we started smoking, the conversation really flowed. And I kept sharing more and more, by which time it started to get dark. I asked Tard where he was staying and offered a lift but it was obvious he’d realised it was too late to arrange any emergency accommodation. There was no way I was going to leave the kid sleeping rough (Melbourne’s had a shocking cold patch in recent weeks). I felt responsible for that. I told him I’d book a hotel room in the city rather than drive home and that he was welcome to stay there and smoke pipes with me if he wanted. Seeing his eyes light up with gratitude was quite a special feeling but he still was reluctant to accept. I was uncertain if he mistrusted my motives or if he really just thought it was too much but I really couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject of what his concern might be without making it look and feel worse. So I just went ahead and presented him with a fait accompli; I booked a room and gave him my mobile number so he didn’t have to decide until later what he wanted to do. The kid rang me before I even got to my car. I was really pleased. I actually enjoyed talking to him; he’s a good kid who’s clearly had a rough upbringing and I knew that I would never act upon the attraction I had for him anyway. When we got to the hotel, he was like a little kid at Christmas. The view of the city skyline etc was incredible for him. After a few more pipes, Tard announced that he’d find a way to pay me back and, I thought, alluded to sexual favours. When I told him in no uncertain terms that I expected nothing in return but he could pay me half of the hotel bill when he could afford it if he wanted to. He seemed happy with that and we were having a great time just chilling. Until a few hours later, Tardy suddenly said, with a huge mischievous grin on his face, “I’m horny as fuck. I’ll suck your dick if you suck mine”. My immediate reaction was more annoyance than anything else but, I admit, Tard voicing the idea had caused some movement of blood in my nether regions. And then he started flirting full on. It was either that or he was taking the piss. He touched my arm; put his hand on my leg and left it there too long. It even felt as if he’d reached toward my cock before taking his hand away. I kept saying “please don’t mate”. I was speechless otherwise. He settled a bit but the look in his eyes remained...and, by now, I’m now getting pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed. And then Tard’s lowered his pants and his cock is out. It’s a fucking nice one too. Pretty big and oddly thick and veiny for such a skinny bloke. He’s rock hard and playing with himself. I couldn’t look away. Honestly, I wanted to deepthroat him right then and I doubt I was hiding the look of lust on my face. Until he took his shirt off. His body is gorgeous and I couldn’t hide my attraction any longer. My erection was pushing hard to escape and Tard made it clear he had noticed. But I still said, “no.” This wasn’t my intention in helping him and I hated the idea that he might think that’s how he could, or should, repay me. Tard just said, “shut the fuck up. We’re doing this because we want to” and he leaned forward to kiss me; just a small, almost apologetic peck initially but then he moved close and started touching my body and staring into my eyes. His touch seemed confident and assertive at the same time as seeming gentle and calming. Then he started kissing me passionately and his hand’s on my cock. I remember just looking at his chest and his nipples and all I could think about was how weirdly smooth and hairless his chest was compared to his face and his arms and legs. How beautiful those huge brown nipples were. How, when you really looked at them, there were a few strands of blonde chest hair around each nipple and some tufts of slightly darker hair on his chest. And how enticing they’d be to wake up to if you’d fallen asleep with your face resting on that beautiful chest the night before (preferably from exhaustion while feeling a firm young cock slowly losing its erection but never quite becoming flaccid.) As much as I kept protesting that he didn’t need to do this, Tard just kept kissing me and touching me, coaxing me to respond. Not that I didn’t lose that battle the instant his lips and his caress set my senses on fire. We were both as horny as hell and when I kissed, then licked and then sucked his left nipple, he groaned. It was the hottest sound I think I’ve ever heard. This young man was as turned on as I was. He wasn’t doing this because he thought he had to. And he was already naked and moving to lie down on the bed, easing me with him. All I wanted to do was ask him how his skin was so soft..it’s really annoying how my over analytical nature doesn’t even lay off when my senses are on fire....so I grabbed the pipe, and went shotgun with a massive amount of smoke in his mouth. At some point, Tard paused and said, “you need to understand that this is not something I haven’t done before. I have. Sure there’s been times when I’ve hated myself for it. But there have been others where I enjoyed it. And I’m loving this and I want this. With you. You make me feel special. You don’t talk to me like I’m dumb, like I’m a loser. You’ve shown me more care after meeting me a couple of times than some people I’ve known my whole life. Don’t worry: I’ve sucked cock to get drugs. I fucked blokes to get drugs. I’ve taken plenty of cocks just to score. Fuck me dead, I’ve taken cocks when there was nothing in it for me except not getting bashed. I’ve been fucked full of so much cum by so many blokes that I used to wonder why they didn’t talk to my “dirty boy cunt”. But I like having sex on drugs too and I’ve begged for cock after cock and load after load because that’s all I was to them. Been there, only a few months ago. Got gangbanged by probably a dozen old men because they gave me all the gear I could take and them some. And, afterwards, I had sex with another old guy because he was the only one who asked me if I was ok. So I said thank you the best way I know how. I pulled him towards me, kissed him and said, “please come here and make love to me. And I turned myself on my back and lifted my legs up and said, “give me your load daddy”. And he did. He fucked another load of cum into me. And I loved him for it. He fucked me like I was the only cunt left in the world. He blew in me like all the others but then he kissed me and held me and even told me that he was fucking his cum into me. His cum was to seed my cunt alone, not to be passed around to the next cock. And I loved him for that. But I still enjoy getting fucked. I love it. I love fucking women too but, shit, I think there’s hardly been a month when I haven’t gone out alone so I could get my cunt pounded. I’m good at giving it and at taking it. Both to live and because I enjoy the sensation of it all. And now there’s you. A hot guy who’s so caring that he can’t accept that he’s even sexier because he’s a bit shy and a bit worried about getting some care back. You’ve made a difference to me, you know. The way you look at me with all that lust but then you worry that you’re like the other thousand dicks that have blown their load into my cunt. But you’re nothing like them. You cared about me when your dick wanted you to fuck me like a worthless cunt but you actually talked to me like I was worth talking to. I want this, and I want you to want me just because you want this too.” I know I just collapsed into him when he said that. And, somewhere in exploring his body, my cock and his arse crack rubbed against each other and the boy just sighed. A massive sigh. That alone made my cock go even harder and Tard must’ve sensed it too because he started working his hole back toward the head of my cock. I can’t honestly even remember what he said but it was along the lines of “I’m so happy you top. It’s going to be yours tonight. I know you’re dying to get my cock in you and you will. And now you know that I can’t wait for you to fuck me”...which, of course, was my cue to thrust into his arse. I’d intended only to insert the tip but, somehow, I slammed into him, tearing through his second sphincter as well. I’m blaming the bottom though: Tard’s entire body just seemed to heave and push back on me so I gently pushed in further. Before I knew it, my cock was exploring the walls of his innards. I love watching a man’s eyes react when you penetrate his hole and the groan he made was just magical. And then Tard blurted out, “have you ever slammed?” It sounds awful in hindsight but it was so hot, so unbelievably hot, at the time. “Yes. Have you?” And his eyes lit up. “We’re going to slam fuck each other one day soon, aren’t we?” You should have felt how his body wrapped around my cock even more when I said, “I have some fits. We can do it tonight.” And, at that moment, one of us moved in such a way that our bodies were fucking each other. I don’t know if I thrust into Tard or if he thrust his cunt back onto my cock but suddenly I had ripped through his sphincter and was balls deep inside him. I’m a bottom who’s learned to be versatile, especially if a man has already taken control of my cunt and fucked me silly. Flipping is easy then. But it usually takes the attempted destruction of my cunt to make my dick reliable. Even though I flip pretty skilfully nowadays, I rarely top first. But we were fucking like animals. It was as animalistic and violent a fuck as I think I’ve ever done. Everything I saw from Tard, every sound he made, every thrust demanding I go deeper and harder...everything just made my desire for him and his pleasure more urgent. My cock and his cunt were one. I doubt I’ve ever loved another human being as completely as I did as I was making mad violent love to him. And then we flipped. And flipped. And flipped. After a few hours of fucking, we held each other a while. I’ve kissed and licked and sucked every inch of that boy’s body. And we ended up staying for three nights. We invited a few other guys over after the first day and a bit and it’s fair to say that Tard’s almost as insatiable for cock and cum as I am now. I’ve booked him into a hostel for a few weeks so he can sort out what he wants. And he’s got a standing invitation to stay with me on the farm as often and for as long as he needs. I’m already missing him. I want his cock inside me. I’m encouraging him to get tested for HIV but that’s up to him. It’s my birthday next week; I’m hoping he’ll get tested so he can tell me, if he tests positive, that he’s giving me an extra special present. But that’s selfish of me, I know...but it’d add even more fire to our love making. And, of course, I want my cock inside him. Not because I enjoy fucking the young man and not even because he derives so much pleasure from it...but because I get to hold him and feel the softness of his skin and smell him. He’s already reminded me of something I started to lose sight of: that it’s important sometimes just to be there for people you care about and have them care about you...

Chapter 3. I felt like I needed a break after being used so hard in the whirlpool. I ran my fingers over my cummy used asshole, now leaking POZ cum. My towel was somewhere by the hot tub, and was totally soaked. I left it on a rack and headed to the steam room. I walked through a glass door with a row of shower heads and a frosted glass door beyond. I rinsed myself off as a well-hung tall lean guy came out of the steam room. He was wearing a yellow bracelet too. He smiled at me, pointed to acknowledge my bracelet and stood under the shower head next to me. He rinsed off his body paying particular attention to his long thin uncut cock, now growing as he held it in his hands and smiled at me. I didn’t mean to lead him on, but I did pay attention to the creamy jizz leaking out of my hole and down my thighs. It must have looked like I was advertising as I spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t exactly rinse all of those POZ loads out of me, but I didn’t want a puddle of seed to drip out of me in the steam room. I thought that might be asking for trouble. I walked into the steam room and the skinny guy followed me. He sat across from me and slowly started jerking off. I reciprocated, with one hand on my cock, and another toying with my puffy asshole, spreading my legs wide to show off, I guess. So much for asking for trouble… He got up and sat down next to me. He scooted closer. He grabbed my dick and worked my precum around my cock head. I moaned. He reached down and toyed with my cummy hole, grinning. He brought my hand to his ass and gasped as I fingered him. He seemed like he had been freshly bred too. He squatted over me, facing away from me, and lowered down onto my cock without speaking a word. I had already cum three times but I knew his loose wet hole would get me off again. He pulled off of my cock and took it into his mouth, gobbling up the load or loads now clinging to my cock and licked. When his face was good and cummy, he kissed me hard, forcing some of the cum from his ass into my mouth. That got me so horny that I started to blow my load just as he lowered himself back onto my cock, my forth of the afternoon. He pulled off of me, swiping my seed onto his dick and sat down beside me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I climbed up onto his cocks. Lubed with four fresh loads, his cock plopped right into me. It was the thinnest dick I’d taken that day, but by far the longest. I rode him until my knees started tiring and he flipped me around so I was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He laid back and I lay back on top of him. Just then, the door to the steam room opened and I heard a deep voice chuckle. It was the top who had bred me in the locker room. He said something to the guy inside me and he said something that sounded like approval. The top ground up against my balls and forced his hard cock into me alongside the thin dick already there. I groaned as they stretched me out. I wouldn’t have been able to take two cocks at once if the one of them hadn’t been so thin, but it was still as wide open as I’d ever been. The guy underneath me held still while the other guy pounded me senseless. I knew at least one of the cocks in me was POZ and that got me hard again. My dick flopped all over, drooling precum as he hammered away. His thrusts came faster and harder until he blasted off inside me and slipped out. He stood there jerking off as the guy below rocked his hips until he too came. They helped me up and the three of us showered together. They both spent time working their fingers in and out of my loose hole. The first guy bent the one with the thin dick over and ate my load, and countless others out of his ass. I left them there as the first top started getting hard again. I had lost track of the time and didn’t want to miss my dinner meeting. I walked, dripping wet, back to the locker room and found a fresh towel there. I dried off, and could still feel myself oozing cum out of my hole. That was five POZ loads plus the last one that I didn’t ask about. I got dressed, but just in the hallway between the locker room and the exit, I could feel all of that cum squelching around and dripping out. I got a little stiff thinking about sitting through my dinner meetings leaking fresh POZ cum. As I passed through behind the attendant, I saw a note written in three languages, French, English, and Dutch. I could only read the English, and it said something like this: BAREBACK DAY AT THE BATHS - ALL NON-MEMBER BOTTOMS WANTING CUM WILL BE WEARING A BRACELET. - GUYS TAKING POZ LOADS WILL HAVE YELLOW. - GUYS TAKING NEG LOADS ONLY WILL HAVE BLUE. Wow. I hadn’t seen a single guy there with a blue bracelet. That last guy who bred me was either NEG taking all loads or already POZ. Fuuuuck. I let that sink in, and those loads seep out, as I walked back to the hotel. I made it back to see my colleagues in the lobby, including my two straight co-workers who had played in the sauna at last year’s conference. They were talking to the boss of a company we wanted to make a deal with, and who should it be but bald burly top who had bred me not an hour earlier. He looked sexy even with clothes on. Woof! To be continued… _____ If you guys like this story, or others of mine, don't hesitate to let me know. Your feedback makes me hard. ;-)

Part 2 I lay on the bed, my torn yoga pants now completely soaked with my own sissy juice, piss, and toxic Black Seed, my once-tight sissyhole now a gaping, ruined pussy, dripping with the piss and vial loads of the four horse-hung thugs, and all I could think about was how much I needed to feel Jake's impossibly huge slab of meat filling me up, stretching my sensitive sissycunt to the absolute max and planting his monstrous unmedicated Poz load 14" deep into my fertile womb. Jake approached my twitching gaped sluthole with a huge booTy bump made from the jar of Toxic cum and Tina Piss with a nice big rock of meth mixed in for good measure. "I took the liberty of crushing up a few X pills and adding them to our little cocktail here for you" Jake said "Once this baby starts to kick in you won't know what planet you're on for the next few days!" I pushed myself up onto my knees, feeling Clarence and Jamal rip what was left of my yoga pants off me, leaving only my ripped and dripping wet panties and garter/stocking combo exposed, my freshly waxed legs and bubble-butt shining from the sweat, piss and cum that covered me. Bubbles of piss and jizz mixed drooled from my sissy ass, the extreme fucking I had just received making it gape on it's own, my muscles too exhausted to clench and keep it all inside where it belonged. Jake had rigged up a fat buttplug with an enema tube with the huge Toxic booTy bump, and he used the slippery mess leaking from my ass to assist in the insertion of the big silicon toy. The plug itself must have been massive, almost 9" in circumference, getting close to the size of Jake's Shaft, the head of his monster exceeding the insane 3" diameter shaft. With a twist and a push I felt the plug pop into my hole, settling nicely against my P spot, the pressure causing my clitty to once again begin it's constant stream of gurlcum to flow. Clarence took notice of the amount that was seeming to flow endlessly from my gurlcock, and quickly stretched a condom over my sissy clitty and hairless balls. "This will collect any of your sissy juices for later use bitch, plus, I can't have you leaking all over my good sheets!" "Oh thank you Daddy, I hope you have something truly filthy planned for my gurlcum" I moaned as Jake began to squeeze the hot chemmed up mixture into my already ravaged guts. All the little tears and abrasions in my ass offered multiple avenues for the Poz Seed and the drugs to enter my bloodstream, so the effect of such a strong concoction was instantly apparent. My ass instantly began throbbing with wave after wave of pure sissy bliss, the Tina causing me to clench my pussyhole over and over again on the fat silicon plug, causing the Cum and piss to flow inside me with ease, seeping deeper and deeper, relaxing the muscles of my second ring and getting my hole nice and sloppy for what I was sure was going to be the fucking of a lifetime! Once My ass had drained the whole mixture my belly was so full of Cum and Drugged up piss it looked like I could be pregnant with the Seed of all these Black Gods. The X was starting to take effect and I knew it, Every little movement caused the plug to rub my prostate, eliciting a fresh moan from my lips and a fresh spurt of gurl juice into the condom that was quickly filling up; at this rate Clarence might need to get a fresh one on me so I don't overflow this one and risk wasting precious juices. My mind was completely consumed with the thought of Jake sliding his massive fuckstick in to the hilt, and I made sure to let my friends know how badly I needed to feel him inside me. "Oh fuck! My pussy is on fire! Please Jake, destroy my tight little sissy fuckhole! Fill me with every inch of your big fat horsecock and don't stop till you breed my ass full of your unmedicated Poz cum!" I begged, rocking my hips back and forth against the huge throbbing cunt-destroyer that Jake called his cock. Not wanting to tease me any longer, Clarence told me to get ready, and with a loud POP! the enema plug slipped out of my wrecked ass. I wasn't willing to let even a drop of the magic mixture of Seed and Drugs escape my pussy, so I tensed my hole as the plug popped free so as not to spill any. Jake had already lubed his monster shaft with his special T lube, and began rubbing the length of his veiny uncut fuckstick against my sensitive cunt, slapping my hole with his heavy meat, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through my body. I felt him grip my smooth asscheeks and spread my hole wide, lining his gigantic hooded mushroom head up with my eager hole. "I bet you been waiting your whole life for this moment, haven't you slut? You always dreamed of meeting a stud who could truly own your sissy cunt and make you feel like a real bitch, isn't that right you little skank?" I could only whimper and moan inaudible variations of " Oh God" and " Please fuck me" over and over again, my brain totally lost in the orgasmic bliss that came from just feeling his shaft rubbing and teasing my cunt. That was all the answer Jake needed, and I felt him begin to push the huge tip of his destroyer into my ass. The rediculous hard pounding and intense preparation my hole had undergone thoughout the night allowed the head of his cock to start it's way in, slowly stretching the battered ring of muscle that had once been a tight sissyhole. With one big push I felt the head and first 6 or 7 inches burst inside me, causing me to let out a scream of pleasure that sounded deliciously feminine and completely whoreish "OH YESSSSS DADDY!!!! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP UNTIL YOU BREED MY SLUTTY SISSY CUNT!!!!" Jake needed no further encouragement to start working his monster cock deep into me. Jamal took up a position in front of me, rubbing the copious amounts of yummy toxic precum all over my face before grabbing my head and starting in on my throat. My hands easily found the hard cocks of Clarence and Billy and I began to work the thick hunks of fuckmeat as Jake increased the pace of his pounding. By this time, the Tina and X had my sissy ass hungry to take anything and everything, so it wasn't long before Jake's fat mushroom tip was working it's way into my second ring, his cock buried almost 10" inside me and I could tell he wasn't stopping anytime soon Billy blew a thick cloud of Tina smoke in my face as Jamal and Clarence help fresh poppers under my nose, the combination sending me over the edge. My ass opened up completely, the second ring of muscle giving way to the massive intruder that was Jake the Snake, and I felt the Horse-Sized fuckstick of this Beautiful Black Breeder slide in those last few delicious inches and his huge cum-filled balls come to a rest against my smooth little sissycunt. "OOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!!" the moan somehow escaped past the beer can thickness of Jamal's dripping shaft as Jake slid home, signaling the big fucker that he was now free to go buck wild. "This bitch's cunt will never be the same fellas!" Jake declared "It's gonna take at least two of you guys in her at once to even come close to satisfying this greedy slut's cunt when I'm finished." And with those final words, Jake began his destruction of a once innocent little sissy. I tried to keep up on the cocks of the other guys I had been pleasuring, but as Jake began to piston is fuckstick in and out of me I lost all coordination and could concentrate on absolutely nothing else. My entire universe was his cock, I was lost, floating in an endless sea of pleasure as his monstrous mushroom head popped in and out of my second ring, his cock withdrawing almost completely each time, only to be thrust back to the hilt with every stoke. The X was really causing my clitty to drip, so Clarence quickly swapped out the now-full condom of sissyjuice for a fresh one. Every vein on Jake's huge dick felt like it was massaging all the previous toxic cumloads they guys had bred me with into the walls of my sissy cunt, deliciously obscene slurping and squishing sounds came from my overstuffed hole as it was rammed again and again with slowly increasing speed, Every once in a while my now loose fuckhole allowing a spurt of the juices that had been pumped into my ass to leak out, witch Jake naturally used to lube his massive pole as he stretched the limits of my hungry asscunt. I felt cock sliding in deeper than I ever thought possible, my pussy pushing out to take his meat deeper every time he thrust into me, and greedily sucking his cock as he pulled out between strokes. "Oh shit, this little cunt is one hot fuck!" Jake gasped as he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy trying to milk the load from his oversized nuts "I can feel this sissy's asspussy trying to pull me in deeper every time I slide in!" "I think that means she's craving your nutt bro" Billy chimed in, his own cock beginning to drip and twitch, feeling the sweet jizz bubble up from his balls. My natural sissy instinct warned me of the loads about to spurt, so I swallowed the mouthful of Jamal's sweet precum and opened my mouth wide. My stroking increased in speed and Jamal took advantage of my outstretched tongue to work his own load up from his still-full balls. Due to the extremely lewd scene that the six of us made up, It wasn't more than a minute later that Jamal, Billy, and Clarence all let out moans of exctasy and I felt thick gooey ropes of Black Seed erupt onto my face and into my waiting mouth! Each of my studs had already blown more than a few loads already, but their balls never seemed to get any emptier, and the thick white ropes of sperm were as plentiful as always. Naturally the combination of all three cocks shooting simultaniously created quite a mess on my face, so I was truly thankful when Tyrone stepped forward and used his throbbing 10" member to scoop any jizz that had missed my mouth into it, completely filling it up, and making my cheeks bulge. My tongue swirled the toxic mix around in my mouth, helping me to savor the sweet taste of Black Seed before I gulped the whole mouthful down and licked my lips, trying to make sure there wasn't a single wasted drop. "Let's spit roast this little fucktoy and fill her up from both ends Jake!" Tyrone exclaimed, quickly filling the empty cock-slot that was my greedy mouth. "Aight bud, seeing this little cunt take all those hot Poz loads with my cock buried all the way inside her was enough to get me to the edge!" Jake grunted between hard thrusts, each stroke allowing the full length of his 14x3" anaconda to slide almost all the way out before slamming balls deep again. "Imma breed this worthless cunt!" As Jake doubled the pace of his merciless pounding Tyrone matched his pace easily, making me gag and choke as his veiny shaft pistoned in and out of my throat, ribbons of spit and precum dripped from my mouth and chin as I completely surrendered myself to the invading fucksticks. Then, all at once I felt Tyrone's dick twitch and swell, his balls convulsed and pulsated as he began to feed me his delicious Seed. He pumped the hot sticky sperm directly into my throat, giving me no choice but to gulp and suck down his load as fast as I could. It was at this moment, as I was struggling to handle the copious torrents of Hot Sperm being blasted down my throat that Jake let out a huge moan and he began to shudder. His monster cock was thrust in as far as he could force it, the full 14" of meat buried in the twitching pulsing mess that had once been my ass. His balls began to throb and I could feel the first wave of semen slowly work it's way down his urethra, his already massively thick shaft getting thicker with the thick milky cum working its way down to the the engorged mushroom head and finally bursting forth into the deepest recesses of my sissycunt His cum was unusually hot, likely due to the massive viral load of his unmedicated Seed, and it burned as he pumped it into me. His cock just kept pulsing, each new throb bringing with it a fresh wave of his Poz cum, Each spurt from those oversized balls feeling like a full load. I lost count of how many times his fuckshaft spasmed inside me after the first dozen, It felt like I was getting another giant booTy bump he came so much! My stomach was again bloated with the sheer amount of toxic jizz that Jake pumped into me. The intense feelings of such a brutal breeding session were enough to send me over the edge one last time, and I felt my sissy clitty spurt what I was sure was every last drop of gurlcum I had left in my feeble little sissy balls, filling the second condom up to the brim. "Oh God... Oh God..." was all I could manage to say as I lay there with Jake's still hard cock throbbing gently in my ass, still fully inserted in my hole. "I better work this load in real good, make sure this little sissy cunt is gonna get pregnant with my Poz Babies" Jake panted, and slowly he began to grind the base of his shaft against my bruised and broken asshole, the gigantic hooded mushroom head ground into my hyper-sensitive inner fuckhole. He continued to work the massive flood of gooey cock juice into the battered walls of my cunt with firm, shallow thrusts, allowing this bump-and-grind process to ensure that his Poz Seed would take hold in my fertile ass, knocking me up with his toxic children. For good measure, once Jake's cock began to soften Clarence was sure to plug up the gaping stretched out hole with another fat toy the second Jake's Big Black Snake finally popped free. I was so totally drained from the intense ordeal I had just had the good fortune to experience that I didn't even notice when they boys lifted me up and laid me out on my own little sissy bed that Clarence had prepared for me, all cutesy and pink with fluffy blankets and stuffed animals. I still had the presence of mind to open wide when the five of them gathered around my bed to shower me with their Chemmed-up Tina piss, and I swallowed every drop that I could catch, allowing the rest to soak into my now shredded lingerie, content to let their strong scented piss to soak into my new bed, soaking into the pillows and sheets, the stuffed animals quickly becoming pissmops for the endless rain of Drug-laced urine. As I drifted into the sweet bliss that only such a brutal fuckfest could provide I breathed deeply of the overpowering musk of Piss, Cum, and Big Black Cock and drifted into unconsciousness as my Harem of Horse-hung studs stroked their cocks to one final climax, covering my exposed flesh and the puffy red rosebud of my asshole with their Seed. I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for me!

got 5 loads in a sex club in Madrid last week.. so fully re-charged now. also dumped my load in 3 asses that night