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Cheating after my first 3some The first time my bf and I decided to try being open was during a bear event in Dallas. This was my first bf and my first bear event so super inexperienced. Most of the week, passed without anything crazy. Couple of flirtations here and there but nothing concrete. Our second to last day there I met this guy on GROWLr who was a “chaser” and was into both me and the bf. After a couple hours of hanging out and flirting etc we decided hey let’s try this. After some conversation, the guy let’s us know he’s positive but since my BF and I only play safe with others this wasn’t a big issue. After the bars we came back to our hotel room and everything passed pretty hotly, the guy fucked me and so did my bf, the guy safe and my BF raw. The guy came inside me, inside a condom and right afterwards my BF came inside me raw. We bid the guy goodbye and were settling down for bed. After a few minutes we notice that the hookup left his phone in our room. I happened to know which room he was in (one floor above ours) so I really quickly got dressed in shorts and a shirt (no underwear) and ran the phone up to the guy. He answered the door very quickly, said his roommate was asleep but thankfully my knock did not wake him up. We got to chatting at the door and I was letting him know what a good time I had and that I wish I was able to take his load the same way I did my BF. The guy asked if I ever played raw but I told him that going into this weekend the bf and I agreed that safe play was the only way to go. After a few minutes of chatting at the door, the guy asks if I want to come inside. I ask him about his roommate that is sleeping and how we can keep talking inside? He tells me he has no plans to chat anymore if I come inside the room. Instant boner and without even thinking, I’m taking his hand and following him into the dark room. He pulls me immediately into the bathroom and starts making out super hotly. Arms and hands are everywhere and I can feel his Dick pressing against my stomach. He asks if I emptied out since taking my BFs load and I tell him that I haven’t had the opportunity yet. That seemed to really turn him on and he immediately starts eating me ass. I am in ecstasy as his expert mouth works my hole back to being lubed and ready for dick. After a few minutes he stands up and without asking me, just starts pushing himself into me. I immediately remember he’s poz but before I can even say anything he’s balls deep in me, thanks for the BFs load inside me. He feels so so good that I just lose control. He turns off the lights in the bathroom, turns on the shower and just starts going balls deep in me, withdrawing all the way to the tip and back in me again. I can’t even object as he pounds his raw dick into me. I feel his pace increasing and hear his breath and suddenly he’s holding my arms down, almost to the point of pain and starts slamming into me, hard. I’ve never felt myself be so open and receptive to someone as much as I am now. He whispers in my ear that my ass is his and he’s going to give me his special gift. It wasn’t until afterwards that I realized my begging for every drop of his gift was inviting him to blow his toxic load deep into me. I left the bar leaking out his load and only hungry for more.

The gangbang continued for quite some time, and although Jason and I were the main focus of everyone's attention, on occasions when I got a break from sucking cocks I looked around the room to see some others having an outing as a bottom. Eventually I moved to one of the cabins for a long threesome with Jurgen and one of his friends, drifting off to sleep with my boyfriend deep inside me. I woke at least once in the night and could tell there was still action going on in the boat, presumably involving Jason given how enthusiastic many of the guys were at having another cumdump in attendance. The following morning I slipped out of the cabin and headed out on deck while everyone else still seemed to be asleep, stopping by the galley en route to get myself a coffee from the posh machine. Once outside I lit up a cigarette from a pack I found on a table, and leant on the railing to watch the sunrise. I had a peaceful half hour or so alone out there, enjoying the sights of the bay coming to life as the sun rose higher, before I heard someone joining me on the deck. "Morning" said Jason, leaning over the railing beside me. "Oh, hey" I replied. "Didn't expect to see you up so early." "Yeah" he said, "I needed to get out of that cabin before they woke up with morning wood. Bit sore this morning." "Not used to that sort of action?" I asked. "No" he replied. "Never had more than one in a night." We leaned over the railing in silence for a while, before I reached for the cigarettes and lit another. "Give me one of those" Jason said. "Yeah?" I said as I offered him the pack. "Another one of my bad habits you've picked up?" "Yeah" he chuckled. "Always end up smoking the day after I get fucked." He lit up, took a deep draw, and then exhaled the smoke as he looked back out into the bay. "I suppose you're wondering about me" he said, not taking his eyes off the horizon. "Yeah" I replied. "I mean, before last night you gave me no indication you were into this sort of thing." "I know" he said. "I wanted to say something when we met up, but something stopped me." "Are you ashamed?" I asked. "No, not any more" he replied. "I mean, I was, but recently I've stopped feeling that way." "When did you start sleeping with men?" I asked. "Last night" he replied, smirking a bit. "Honestly, that was my first night sleeping with a guy. But if you mean when did I start having sex with men, that was at uni." "You mean you just had hook-ups and then left?" I asked. He paused to take another deep drag of his cigarette. "Yeah, on the few occasions I did it at a guy's place or in a hotel. Mostly it was other places." He paused again. "Parks, toilets, clubs. You probably know the drill." "I do" I said. We stood in silence for a little while again, finishing off our cigarettes. "You know" I said, "pretty much everyone who fucked you last night is HIV positive, and not many of them are on meds." He nodded. "Are you?" he asked. "Yes" I replied. "Some of the guys here worked to get me pozzed a few years ago. I've been on meds since then, mostly." "Did you know they were pozzing you?" he asked. "Yes" I said. "I realised it's what I wanted." He was silent for a while. "It's what I want too" he eventually said, almost whispering. "I don't know why, and I know it's a bit fucked up, but once I realised that I don't want to be spending my life pretending to be something with a woman, and actually just want to be getting used by men, thinking about getting the virus sort of followed on soon after." "So you're not poz already?" I asked. "No, although who knows after last night" he replied, before turning to face me. "I hadn't actually planned on doing what I did last night. But I saw you getting fucked so openly, and I just sort of let go." "Fair enough" I said. "I think I would have got gangbanged anyway, so it was good to have someone to share the burden with." He smiled at me. "Any time" he said. "It seems like you're a bit of an expert in how to be what I want to be, so it would be good if you could show me the ropes while I'm here." "Ropes" I said, smirking, "so you want to be tied up?" He laughed. "Hey man, I'm up for anything". "Are you sure?" I asked. "I mean, if you are, and you do truly want all this, then there's a couple of guys here who could take you on the same journey that I've been on." He gazed at me for a bit, before reaching out for the pack of cigarettes to light himself another, offering me one in the process. "Yes" he eventually said, breathing out a big plume of smoke. "I mean, I don't know that I want to end up with all the tattoos that you have, but if I can leave Sydney with what I came here for then I'll be happy." "So you want some going away gifts?" I asked. He looked at me quizzically. "Gifts" I repeated. "You know, gifting, the act of passing on HIV to someone else." "Oh" he replied, chuckling. "Maybe you better start with getting me up to speed on all the lingo." "No problem" I replied, smiling, "but I think that will have to wait to later." I nodded towards the lounge area, where a few guys had appeared and were getting coffees. However, Gus and Steve were just standing there looking out the window at us, and the looks on their faces told me all I needed to know. "We're about to get fucked again, aren't we?" Jason said, having looked round to see what I was staring at. "Yep" I replied. "Awesome" Jason said, turning back to face me with a smile on his face. "I'm about ready for a few more gifts." THE END ---- Thanks for all the 'positive' comments on this story 😉 I shall leave the rest of their story up to you readers to imagine. Will Jason get what he came for? Will he actually end up getting some ink? Will any more of their school friends turn up bearing a dirty little secret? Over and out.

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

Came across this story I wrote about... gosh, 12 years back now? Based on a true story, some details may have been embellished. I'll let you decide which details those are. ----- Who You Are In The Dark: A Bookstore Encounter I used to make an occasional trip to the adult bookstore in the town I went to high school in, even after I had moved away from the town to a different city about two hours south. Located just off of I-80, as well as being next to a truck stop AND strip club, there was an interesting mix of clientele. The store itself was well-lit and friendly (so far as these places go), and the front clerks were always business when you bought your entry to the back arcade. The arcade itself was pretty standard. A big rectangle, with about a dozen rooms off the hallway, each large enough for a comfortable two, and more if you were so inclined. All manner of movies would be playing – straight, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, there was literally something for nearly every taste. And just off the viewing rooms was a large, open rec room (for lack of a better term.) A pool table, several arcade games, vending machines, a big-screen TV – just a nice place to take a breather between hookups. There was a definite 'no sex' policy in the rec area, and it was the only place in the back that had a camera. It was in this room that I found myself on one of my visits. It was spring, and even a weekend, but there were not many visitors to the store that night. I had made a few rounds of the rooms, without much success in finding any interesting or interested parties. I took a break from the dark rooms to get a soda and shoot a few solo games of pool. There was one other man in the rec room, a gentleman who was probably in his late 30s or early 40s. At this time, I was around 22 or 23, so this was an 'older' guy to me. He was fairly handsome, well-dressed and with hit of gray at his temples and in his goatee. He was a bit on the husky side, but I've always had a soft spot for that type. I recall that the TV was playing a James Bond marathon, and I would stop playing every few minutes to watch the screen. I was never a Bond fan but, hey, TV. At one point, the other guy saw me watching and asked who my favorite Bond was. "Honestly, I was never a Bond guy," I answered. "Never really got into the movies." "You're missing out," he said. "Brosnan is my favorite. Handsome guy." "I'll drink to that," I said, and took a sip from my Diet Coke. "Had any luck?" he asked, nodding his head toward the back rooms. "Nah. It's kind of dead tonight. Weird for a weekend." "Yeah. I gave up after awhile, settled down to watch some TV, see if anyone else showed up." "I hear ya. I'm shooting pool by myself. That should tell you how slow it is." He stood up from the couch. "Thought I might take another stroll around the booths, see what's good. You should come," he offered. Without waiting for a response, he walked back into the dark hallways. I finished off my soda, abandoned my pool 'game', and followed a few moments later. He had already vanished into the hallway, but it wouldn't be hard to find him. It was a rectangle. I took a slow stroll around, looking into the booths. A few others had wandered in while we had been in the rec room, but I was looking for someone specific at this point. I found him in one of the corner booths, watching the end of a male-male fuck scene, sitting and rubbing his crotch through his slacks. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, poking my head into the room. "I'd be offended if you didn't," he answered, and patted the empty spot next to him. I joined him in the booth and closed the door behind me. I sat next to him and it didn't take long before he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. This close, I could smell his cologne and taste the faint hint of tobacco on his breath. It wasn't the reek of a heavy smoker, just the tang of nicotine. I noticed the wedding ring on his hand for the first time, which turned me on even more. My cock was quickly hardening in my pants, and by the sudden way he gripped it through my shorts, he noticed. He pulled his mouth from mine, grabbed my hand and placed it squarely on his crotch. He resumed kissing me, our hands massaging each others hardness. We made out for quite awhile, and eventually I found myself pulling back a little to take off my shirt. He followed suit, and I appreciated the view as he revealed a fair but solid belly and a not-quite-firm chest, covered with just a light dusting of black hair. My own stomach and chest were fairly firm, the result of a post high-school dedication to losing weight and exercising, but covered with just about the same amount of hair as his. He stood me up and pressed me against the wall, his bare torso pressing against mine. "You're hot," he said, and dropped to his knees. He unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. I was commando, and my hard dick sprung gratefully free immediately. "Damn," he groaned, and swallowed my 6 ½ inches with gusto. He sucked with the ferocity of a man in need, occasionally moving to lick and suck my balls into his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue. I grabbed the back of his head at one point and began fucking my cock into his mouth. "You like my dick?" I asked, a little more aggressively than I usually am. "Does your wife know you like sucking cock?" He mumbled something around my rod, and continued to suck as I force-fed it to him. I didn't want to cum yet, so after a few minutes of this, I relented and pulled back. "Not yet, man. I want to enjoy this. It's your turn," I said, and pulled him to his feet. I slid down the wall until I was on my knees and at eye level with the clear bulge in his slacks. I fumbled with his belt for a moment, but managed to undo it and unfasten his pants. They slid down his solid thighs, and left me facing his white briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, and it was even more impressive than it had felt under my hand before. I pulled his briefs down, and his own cock stood at attention. It was about 8 inches, and pretty thick. I could fit my hand around it, but only just. The slit was leaking precum, and I took a slow lick to taste his juices, pulling my head back enough that he could see the line of his fluid stretching from his cock to my tongue. "Fuck," he said, and pushed his dick toward me. "Suck it. Suck it for me." I obliged, and went to work on his dick. Slowly at first, as it was a bit bigger than anything I'd taken at that point. Slowly, I managed to work my way about two-thirds of the way down the shaft. He started thrusting his cock into my mouth, gently at first, but with increasing speed. At some point, he managed to force it all the way in, and I found my nose buried in his pubic hair. "Oh my God, you suck better than my wife," he moaned, and continued fucking my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in and I started choking on his dick. This just turned him on more, and he grabbed the back of my head, shoving the full length of his rod into my throat. "Fucking choke on that dick," he ordered. "Choke on it like a bitch." I obliged, without much choice. My throat convulsed around his member, and he let out a long string of swears that made me think he was cumming already. He finally let go of my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up at him with watery eyes. "Good?" I asked, my voice rough from the throat-fucking I had just taken. "Really good," he affirmed. "Lay down on your back.. I want to lay on top of you for awhile." I slid out of my shorts completely and spread my clothes on the floor, giving me some semblance of comfort. I laid back and watched him finish disrobing, sliding his pants off. He did just as he had said, and laid his bare flesh against mine, and we resumed our passionate make-out session from before. All at once, the room went completely dark. We paused for a moment, and realized that the movie had ended and the TV had shut itself off to conserve power. Strange, since these things were usually on a loop, or the clerk would have noticed the end of the movie and started it up again. We lay there in almost complete darkness, the only light being the dim hallway bulbs shining in from under the door. I felt him now, rather than seeing him, and enjoyed the sensation of this stranger laying atop me, the smell of him becoming a little stronger as my senses compensated for the darkness. We soon began making out again, and his tongue explored my mouth. I answered in kind, and we continued kissing for quite awhile. I could feel more precum from his dick leaking onto my thigh, and spread my legs a little wider. His dick slipped between my legs and probed gently against my hole as we tasted one another. This went on for awhile, the precum from his dick making my hole slick and his cock head pressing gently at my opening. Suddenly, he stopped. "I don't have a condom," he whispered into my ear, sounding disappointed. "Oh," I answered. "Okay." That was all I said, neither giving permission nor denial to continue. I felt his tongue in my mouth again, and the hardness of his dick pressing into me. The heat we were generating in the room started taking its toll, making both our bodies slippery. After several minutes of this, I felt his dick pressing firmly against my ass, and the head of his cock penetrating into me. I gasped with pleasure, and a little discomfort, as his thickness popped into me with only sweat and precum for lube. "I don't have a condom," he repeated, and continued pushing his length into me. "I'm in you bareback." "Feels good," I gasped. He moaned softly and bit my collarbone as he bottomed out, his balls coming to full rest against my ass cheeks. "You're tighter than my wife. Wet, too," he said, and began sliding out of me, and it felt like he nearly pulled out entirely before thrusting back in. "I'm not wearing a condom," he kept repeating, as though I had somehow forgotten that I was in pitch darkness with a married man's raw dick in my ass. "I know," I said. "But I'm not stopping you." That seemed to be all the permission he needed to begin fucking me in earnest, his thrusts picking up speed as my insides stretched to accommodate his cock. A few times, he pulled completely out and I felt empty for the briefest moment before he shoved himself fully into me. He fucked expertly, even in the dark, and began nibbling on my earlobe. I gasped in pleasure and found myself digging fingernails into his back, not even realizing my hands had wrapped around him. "Make love to me," I whispered into the dark. "Oh god, yes. You're so much better than my wife. Her pussy has never been this tight and wet." We fucked like this for what felt like an hour, in complete darkness, our moans and grunts occasionally punctuated by my whispered begging for his dick and his gasping replies, telling me how good my hole felt on his cock, how I was a hotter fuck than his wife. I started to feel the sweat from his face dripping onto me, some of it landing on my lips or in my mouth, the salty taste turning me on even more. "Do you want me to pull out or stay inside?" he finally asked. I was feeling so good at this point, I missed his meaning. "Stay inside," I answered. "Keep going." It was when his tempo started to increase and a guttural string of swears came from him that I realized what he had actually meant. "Oh my God," I asked. "Are you going to cum inside me?" "Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to get you pregnant. I'm going to knock you up, and you're going to take it," he said firmly. He thrust his cock fully into me and let out a fairly loud, "OH FUCK!" and I knew he was shooting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, and I felt his seed filling me, the warmth and wetness spreading through my insides. "I'm cumming inside you. I'm cumming so hard," he panted. As I finally felt his orgasm start to subside, he began fucking his load into me, his rod plowing my cum-slicked hole. Eventually, he relented, and I felt his cock withdrawing from my ass. The head of his dick pulled out with an audibly wet 'pop'. We lay there in darkness and silence for a few minutes, the heat of our sex slowly dissipating. Finally, I felt him stirring. "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't have a rubber. I shouldn't have fucked you bare. I'm sorry, man. I just got caught up in the moment and.. I mean, I don't have anything, but I just.. I'm sorry and.." "Dude. Chill," I said, reaching out a hand in the darkness to caress his cheek. "It's cool. I pretty obviously wanted it, too. I didn't stop you." "You sure it's okay? I mean.. I've never done that." "It's fine," I assured him. "Though I may actually manage to get knocked up with as much as you shot." He laughed a little, his nervousness slowly waning. "Yeah, I did shoot a lot. I meant what I said. You really are a better fuck than my wife. She won't even let me say things like 'fuck' or 'pussy' when we're having sex." "Ouch," I answered. "For what it's worth, I'm okay with everything that was said and done here." "Hot," he said, and I felt him lean down to press his tongue into my mouth. "I should go, though. This really was amazing. Do you come here much?" "Every other month or so, usually make an overnight weekend trip." "Well... I won't make it awkward, but I do hope I see you here again." "Me, too," I said, and meant it. I felt his weight leave me. There was an awkward silence for a moment, until he laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I just realized it's completely dark in here and I have no idea where my clothes are." We laughed together for a few minutes and fumbled around in the dark, eventually finding his clothes. He dressed in the darkness and left, giving me one more hungry kiss before he departed. I stood there for a moment, naked, with the door to the hallway open, cum running down the inside of my leg. I finally dressed and headed out. I was halfway home before I realized I hadn't even cum. "Totally worth it," I thought.

First time writing a story — bearish dad type here in a work trip. I had a great motel room. Door right from the parking lot to the dark room. Wearing a jock and a leather vest, I posted on bbrts and sniffles to get any and any cummers. First was an older white guy who fucked like a machine while squeezing my neck to block blood flow. That was unexpected and fucking hot. He loaded my ass three times which was also unexpected. I then had a black man stop in who had good sized equipment that sprang to life after sucking him a bit. He had me bent over the bed and went to town. The curve of his dick hit deep and sometime painfully - but it goes with the territory -and I soon found a position that fit my insides better - or he rearranged them to suit and I still not sure which! The last guy for the evening was the best one. Great sized equipment on a white man on a mission. He took deep slow strokes and enjoyed my loaded ass. The sound of the loads being used as lubeas he picked up speed was awesome. (And he did some video to preserve it. Nice!) After he took some taking long hits of popper and moved me doggie style, he drove his swimmers in to join the mix and just kept his meat in me flexing and pulsing. It was a great evening and I cannot wait until the next time.

Since one of my used-to-be regular fuckbuds is finally fully vaxxed (issues with illness not politics), we decided it was time to have some fun. He wanted to bring a friend and since neither of us host, we decided to return last Friday night at the baths. All of us prefer public, semi public, or exhibition scenes. We got to the baths at about 9 just to hang out a bit and chat. Alternated between hot tub, steam room, sauna, and cool showers, and we made sure we all wanted the same things. Vers and no loads refused. From each other or others. Not an eloquent story teller at this point because lust took over. We each took the other’s loads and then went off to find some more. We each left at about 430 am with 11 loads (me), 13 loads (FB), but the award for the night went to his buddy who found the sling in the (very) dark room and took (he thinks (because he lost count in a fuck haze) 22 loads. We wanna go back next weekend and try again to see if we can outdo ourselves.

this story is based on actual events that are currently unfolding… —————————— “Roll a dice, daddy, let me know what number you get,” my 20 year old twink boy texted me. “What?!,” I replied. He was interrupting me at work. “Just do it,” he texted back. “Then give me the number, I’m doing it to.” ”Hey Siri, roll a dice,” I said to my phone. “Six,” she replied. “I got a 6,” I texted my boy. ”Funny, me too,” he replied. “So I guess Siri wants me to lay off prep for 12 days before we meet in Fort Lauderdale for Halloween.” He’s such a good boy, sharing my dark desire to make him a poz boy. I went back to work. Later that day he sent me a screen capture of a spinner he’d created on Google, on his phone, along with this message, “Damn, it seems google wants me to do all three.” Sure enough, his virtual spinner had several options: just dick, toothbrush and blood slam; as well as combinations of all 3, just dick and toothbrush, etc. (see photo of his spinner attached) His spinner clearly points to the most toxic possible outcome: dick, toothbrush, blood slam. ”Okay son,” I replied. “For this story to to have the ending we want, you’re gonna need to log on to Bbrt, search for the right HVL men and invite them to breed you when we get to Laudy.” Then, I chose the next game. I called it, “An AIDS Daddy A Day.” The cumslut is to chat up a new man in Fort Lauderdale, of the 134 who matched our search criteria, every day before we meet there this weekend. This is where the story becomes dynamic, you can be cast as the story unfolds in the next chapter. As we move from Siri and Google to in person shenanigans, you can join his toxic little Lauderdale games, too… Do you have the seed that grows into the perfect ending?

PART 3: Host removed his dick and went back to his room. I was flying, I was clenching the butt plug so fiercely. I was gyrating on the bed, horny for cock. My phone buzzed a few times as I heard someone enter the room. This must have been the guy Host had asked over. I could hear some breathing and clothing being removed, but not much else. Then silence. I waited for a few minutes, wondering what he was doing, when I felt a depression in the bed and a hard cock slap my ass. My phone vibrated. The guy inside me said, "You are getting messages eh? Go ahead, open them, let people come join." This was gonna be hot. He slapped his dick at my ass a few times as I lifted the blindfold up a touch so I could access my phone. I had a bunch of messages, a few from host, a few guys I had already messaged, and some new guys. One of the guys I had sent my location to was already on the street and waiting for me to confirm. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and a little too high to really function, so I just opened the message from the guy on the street. "Hey, I am here. You there?" ... "Hey?" ... "Hey man, I just watched a guy walk into your house... are you hosting multiple?" "So horny here man, let's fuck". That was a minute ago. Clearly he seemed okay with the setup. Just as I was about to reply, the guy slapping his dick against my hole plunged in, somewhat dry, but my hole was loose and wet so it wasn't too bad. He went deep right away and leaned over my head. I groaned and whimpered, feeling the expanse of his raw cock filling me up. He must have been at least 7 inches and somewhat thick. It felt amazing. I dropped my phone in the process and he picked it up while his dick was lodged deep in me, unmoving. "You getting some messages eh slut, hot... oh someone else is here to fuck you now? Awesome. Im gonna snap a photo with my dick in your ass and send it to him". I just groaned. He replied, "Actually, let's take a video. Groan again slut... you want to get used by raw stranger cock?" I groaned again, and whimpered, "Yesssss..." He started pistoning in and out. "He is on his way up, get ready slut." I slipped my blindfold down again and just got on my hands in doggy and let hiim pound me. My face was hanging over the other edge of the bed slightly. The guy inside me was picking up a steady rhythm and it felt amazing. I was lost in the sensations and felt another body enter the room. I was soon filled with another cock in my mouth. The new guy was here and ready to fuck. The dick in my mouth was a nice thick cut dick. It was oozing right away and the precum tasted amazing. I started slathering it up right away, taking a few breaks while getting fucked to snort poppers. During this time the two men never said anything to each other, but I could here their grunts and moans which felt like a performance and I was the guest star. "Fuck man, Im gonna bust soon. Take it." The man inside picked up the pace and started pile driving me. Each thrust had the dick in my mouth jam the back of my throat. I was slipping from my position on the bed. It hurt, but in the best possible way. Just when I thought I was gonna lose my breath and struggle, he planted himself deep inside and busted. "Fuck yeh faggot, filling you up. ughhhhh." Just as he did I felt the cock in my mouth spasm, filling my mouth up with a huge load. I wanted it in my ass, so I was a bit disappointed, but also so incredibly horny that I just kept in my mouth, swirling it around his dick while the dick in my hole started going softer, eventually plopping out as the guy leaned back away from my ass. "Fuck that was hot, you cum too?" I heard the guy in my mouth go, "yeh." He pulled out of my mouth and walked away. The guy on my ass got off the bed. I figured I was going to have to get some more guys over. I swallowed the cum in my mouth and used my hands to look for and grab my phone. I could hear the sounds of someone getting dressed and foot steps walking away. Just as I booted up my phone again and slipped my blindfold up, I realized one guy was still here as he got on the bed and I felt a hard dick enter my hole. I was so surprised. The guy who came in my mouth was now fucking me? I looked at the messages in my phone and saw one from host. "Fuck man, you are really enjoying it. You should let me take over and line guys up." I fumbled with my phone but responded, okay, and just started forwarding him the profiles of guys who had messaged me. He can take over. The guy inside me started fucking me roughly. I put my phone down and sniffed some poppers and readjusted my blindfold. He was so silent, just heavy breathing and the sound of his body slapping mine at the waist and ass. He didn't last long. He bottomed out, groaned, more like a growl, and let loose. Filling me with another load. He pulled out and got dressed without saying anything and left. I was exposed, with a cummy hole pointed towards the door to the room. I heard the downstairs door open close, followed by the bathroom door opening and close. Host was in the room. "Fuck man. There are so many guys interested." He inserted the butt plug into my ass. "Damn, this is so hot. How are you doing?" I wanted more drugs, but felt like I couldn't move or get what I wanted without coming clean and telling the guy fucking me what was happening. I decided to try and lie. He seemed naive and foolish. I responded, "Hey, my ass is a bit sore. Can you dump some of my numbing powder into the lube, over there in my bag, mix it around, and put it on my hole?" I was worried he was going to figure it out, but he replied, "yeh man. hot." He really was naive. This was going to continue to be really interesting.

Okay, I have to tell you about my most bizarre hook-up. I pick this guy up at the local gay bar, the only one for about 200 miles, so pickings are slim. We go out to my car and I should have known things were going to go south when he told me where he was staying, at the sleaziest establishment in town. Don't get me wrong, I loooooove sleaze, its my middle name but when he revealed he was wearing a diaper....Um, I hesitated. I don't want to sex shame, to each his own but I am not into that scene. I soldiered on. The things we do for cock. Sigh. We get to his room and I want to use the bathroom before I peel off that diaper, can't believe I am admitting to this and the bathroom is disgusting. Total filth. Again not a clean freak but another notch on the 'get the fuck out of here' stick. The diaper is removed and I go down on the guy. I am working away, doing my best and when I open my eyes I can clearly see the nits and crabs currently colonizing his crotch. I actually tried to carry on! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!! I was so fucking horny for cock I was willing to keep shagging a petri dish of a human being. So gross. I did quit the blow job (to my credit) and he sensed he was losing me. He goes to an armoire and pulls out a bra. Yay! Puts it on and tries to entice me back into bed. He read me so wrong. I suddenly realized I had about one million things I needed to do before the end of the day. He had no problem with that as there was a football game he wanted to catch on the tube. A sports fan, who would have guessed. Needless to say that is one encounter I do not jerk off to.

It's not bad enough when they show up and in person look like someone did an age (and wear) progression to their face pics, but then they have some bizarre kink/fantasy thing that they never bothered to tell you about either, which they then demand that you get on board with... Like the guy who showed up at my door and looked like age and meth had both taken a toll on him, and then demanded that I pretend I was a ROBOT while we had sex. Lets just say that I made sure my robot malfunctioned and went into overdrive and plowed him like an out of control fuck machine for being such a twat.

found this on a hard drive - NOT MY STORY Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, sexy looking young guy with a nice body and a charming smile. Andy never has any trouble finding spunky men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the btm, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly, he thinks, because he always asks the men who are about to put their raw dicks inside him if they are "clean". So Andy read through the profiles that were on offer, and was drawn to one in particular. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had the most beautiful penis Andy had ever seen. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby player or something, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Andy had fantasize about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. So he sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one charge party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with poz cum. After a while Paul asked for Andy's phone number and he admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it! So they left it at that. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Andy went back to the computer, without cumming, and started chatting to Paul again. Paul said "Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it (-: "So Andy fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his hard-on got the better of him and and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was a really sexy guy! They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world. Paul worked up a huge gob of spit in his mouth and slowly let it fall into Andy's mouth. Andy opened his mouth and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again, and then Paul said "Come with me". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips, and began to piss, a strong stream of piss that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot piss, they went back to the bedroom. You like having me inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz cock touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight asshole before him. Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life" "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's penis stayed firmly placed at his boy-cunt. "Oh man, I want to put the rest of my cock head inside you Andy" They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. "Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured. "Oh yeah, I wanna put the whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my sperm. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers and then Andy said "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again" His cock slid in and out, sometimes all the way out, then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! The took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're my cum slut now, your a dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it" "Oh man, Oh yeah, fuck man, give it to me, fuck me up man!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. He fucked into Andy hard and fast, and deep, and then shot his load of thick white sperm right into Andy's open hungry ass hole. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight" Andy was overcome with lust and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

I was woken up and my training began, I was kept chemmed up more or less all the time to keep me high, horny and compliant, I was kept in a part of the house with no windows, just a bathroom, bedroom and ‘playroom’, I did not know what time it was or if it was day or night. The first part of the training was one of his favourite things, or so he said, I soon found out he seemed to have and unending supply of ‘favourite things’, but when he ate my arse that first time like a man possessed, I’d seen rimming in porn but this was on another level, his stubble on my smooth cheeks and in my arse crack, his tongue was like a rod of iron, I’ll say this for him he really loved to eat arse. However most of the time, whatever time it was he had his cock in my mouth or arse, he taught me how to relax my boy ring to let him in and how to use my anal muscles to massage his cock as he fucked me “you are not just a hole boy, any slut can be a hole but you’re a pussy boy, you need to learn to keep that tight cunt pulsing round a man’s cock, using your boy hole to massage his dick so his pleasure is paramount” Other times he would teach me how to suck for what seemed like hours, how to control my gag reflex to take more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat, always on my knees either between his legs as he sat or before him as he stood. Soon he progressed me to sucking a dildo as he fucked me or visa versa, “you gotta learn to be able to use your mouth, hands and your boicunt at the same time to please men, your body is a vessel for their pleasure, your only aim is to serve and in time through that you will learn to gain pleasure from doing that”. In time he had me on all fours sucking a dildo, wanking another two as I fucked myself on another. He had me learn to take other toys, his most favourite were anal beads, he loved to coach me to take them in teasing my hole with them making me relax my hole to take them and delighted in the uncomfortable training as he made me to use my arse muscles to push them out, if I could not push one out the rest went back in until I could push all four out. He started to milk me, tied to a bench and restrained as he attached a bottle to my cock and then massages my balls while using vibrators and probes to stimulate my prostate so I would dribble copious amounts of precum into the bottle and make me cum over and over until my balls felt like shrivelled raisons and I could cum no more, one day he chuckled as he slapped my arse “ya know your boy milk is really selling well, it’s so sweet and tasty especially with discerning gentlemen’s morning coffee”. At first he kept me naked all the time but soon he started to ‘dress’ me. Not anything fem, it was more ‘boyish’ or bdsm related, collar and boots, soccer kit, scouts’ uniform, old fashioned English school uniform, phys ed kit. He took lots of pictures of me, especially with me showing off my bubble butt, crack and smooth pink hole. In amongst all this he had me complete my uni work remotely, he made sure my grades were up as high as my training as a bottom boy.

My sister collected Peter and myself, and I left the house with mixed feelings, I wanted to leave and be away from the danger of being injured by the aggressive nature of the men there, (I already had tissue paper between my bum cheeks as I was bleeding from my anus), but at the same time I just wanted to get high and be the centre of attraction. We drove back to Peters place, he and my sister talking, apparently even after costs, they made a fair bit of money, some on entrance fee some on party favours, my obvious thought was that I should get some of the money, after all I was one of the party favours, but they talked about splitting it three ways, my sister, Peter and Daniel. There wasn’t a party every weekend, just most from what I could gather, and so for the next three weeks there were no parties planned, however, there was different stuff to do, a few days after that party, Terri came to Peters house we spent the day together Terri showing me how to walk in high heels, one foot in front of the other moving with my upper body straight so my bum moved as my feet crossed in front of each other. We also talked about make –up tips and even such things as to how to please a man. That evening Terri stayed at Peter’s house in bed with myself and Peter and I had to practice on Peter some of the things Terri had shown me. I learnt a lot from Terri, I learnt that all the people who worked for my sister had different roles to play, for instance, Terri was a Dominant T-Gurl, meaning that he fucked as much as he got fucked, sometimes guys and sometimes girls and sometimes T-gurls. He also sometimes performed at parties and sometimes in films, all the girls and T-gurls did. He showed me some of his stuff on the net, including something I had never heard of, hypnosis videos for turning straights into sissy fags. Helen was being developed into an extreme body modified all-round whore hence her nipple stretching, she would also be getting some tattoos, I said there is nothing wrong with a few tattoos, but the ones Terri showed me on the net where pretty extreme, whole body, nipples, arsehole, also things like piercings to her cunt, lips, nose, cheeks and what seemed most extreme to me, tongue splitting, apparently it can be used to give a guy an amazing blowjob, Helen was to have hers done along with a tongue stud in each half of her tongue and then after that, anything that customers might consider and suggest. My mother on the other hand being a bit more mature at 42 was to be an all-round whore but specialising in extreme anal, anal prolapse, anal fisting, extreme dildos, etc. I was being developed into a girly gurl, I would only ever be a bottom, with one or two very few exceptions and those only in the very near future. What I thought where vitamins Terri told me where in fact Hormone replacement Therapy, that sometime in the future would see my tits grow and my penis would become smaller and my balls no longer produce sperm, I didn’t really know what to think of this, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, I was transitioning, I was pleased with the pleasure I brought to real men. Terri did advise me to never ever piss off my sister, one of the mothers of a girl working on the street attacked Tracy, I had never heard about this, she wanted her daughter back, no longer the drug addled whore my sister turned out to fuck winos and old men. Some weeks later that mother was working alongside her daughter and also specialised in the most extreme of kinks both at parties and on film sometimes with her daughter. And of course, all of us carried HIV, needle sharing was common place and both girls and T-gurls were encouraged to not only fuck customers but to fuck them up too, anyone would think my sister was on a one person mission to infect the world. The following week, my sister and I took the train into one of the major cities, from there, we went to some kind of clinic. I already felt very conscious about how I dressed, usually stockings or tights, (pantyhose), G-string, thong or lace panties, always a micro skirt or dress, high heels and thin tops. Today was no exception and yet as I entered the clinic, no one took any notice of me, I was just another patient or customer or whatever, totally different from my journey here where some people especially women, looked at me with disgust as did some men, but others openly leered at me, even going so far as to try to look up my skirt. Not here in the clinic. My sister booked us in and we were shown to a waiting room where my sister filled out some forms, I know I would have struggled with them with my long polished fingernails. Before long we were led to another room where I was told to strip, I did so immediately, no questions, over the past few weeks I had become compliant, it was my sister who asked if I should strip totally. The woman in the white coat remarked that it just made things easier. Areas of my face where started on, with a cool gel applied and at this point I still didn’t know what was happening to me, I couldn’t see much I was wearing dark goggles, I felt like an almost tugging sensation on my skin, “What’s happening?” “Just getting all your body and facial hair removed” The treatment lasted most of the day and included under my arms, my chest, my back, my legs, my groin and of course my bum crack and hole, that was the most embarrassing as I knew the person working on me would, once they had removed my butt plug, be able to see the extent to which my bum hole was now a bois pussy in constant use. Later on in the day I was taken to another room, placed in a chair and had a female assistant told me to relax, everything would be fine, my sister held my hand and told me that I was about to have lip fillers put in, when the assistant finished, my lips felt as though I was permanently pouting, almost like they were sticking out a little from my face, my sister even before the woman left the room commented, “Wow, amazing, all the guys are going to want to fuck your pretty mouth now” I was still naked except for a hospital type gown and I was taken to a third room, given some creams and told to apply them to the areas that had been lazered, and then told to dress and come back in 4 weeks for follow up treatment. My sister told me we would in fact becoming back sooner than that, next week I was to have my make-up applied, I like make-up, I didn’t realise at first why it would be done there, why we had to travel all that way and my sister obviously noted the confusion on my face, “It will be tattooed on, eyebrows, eyeliner and lip blusher but to further enhance your lips, you will have lip blusher you can never have lips too big for sucking cock” We left the clinic and went shopping, my sister choosing the sexiest lacy and racy clothing and holding it in front of me, also getting me to try on skirts and asking the assistants what they thought, yes I was embarrassed, but at the same time I was once again the centre of attention and I loved that. We eventually left the city and got back to Peters place, and as my sister had promised, a couple of days later we were back in the city so I could have my makeup tattooed on, it was fine, it didn’t hurt except a little on my lips, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think my lips where so big, they were just inviting to be fucked. I really didn’t look just like a girl anymore, now I looked like a whore, but when men looked at my chest and my two little bumps for tits, they would know what kind of whore I was. The funny thing was, that I wasn’t just attractive to men, the occasional woman would look at me too, not in disgust but somewhere between lust and curiosity, not very many, just one or two. Back at Peters, life went on as normal, quite boring when Peter was at work, but fun times when he was at home, lots of fucking and sucking and one night Peter even brought back two friends a married gay couple, the four of us had fun, and it got me to thinking, would Peter ever want to marry me? And if he did, would I? or even would I have a choice? How would it happen? I asked one of the guys he brought over and he said they got married in a register office, both in suits with friends there. Of course I couldn’t imagine myself in a suit anymore, obviously not gurly enough for me, but a wedding dress……………what the hell, Peter would not marry me and no one ever will, and in a wedding dress? Am I going completely nuts? The problem being I had way too much time on my hands and it left me time to think. Then, approximately a month after my first party, things changed, I fell ill, my head ached, I sweated, my glands in throat and groin came up and even as sick as I felt, Peter still insisted on using me, I hated him at that time, he didn’t much ask for blow jobs in that time but he still used my pussy a lot. I also heard from him that a few days before I got sick so did Helen, no one else seemed to get it and by that time I knew what it was, I had been checked and so had Helen and my sister took great delight in reading out our results to us when Helen was at Peters one evening, we were both Poz but, that wasn’t the end of Tracys so called great news, although I might have disagreed with her on the concept of “great news”, apparently Helen was pregnant and of course no one knew who the father was and the final bit of news, our mother was sick with the same symptoms we had had, they would wait for her results and if Poz, the three of us would be tattooed together and of course there would be the inevitable party.

Given that research has found most guys only enjoy between a dozen and two dozen sex partners in their entire lives, I am gratified to see so many promiscuous guys like me, enjoying that number or close to it in a single day. More males need to embrace and indulge their natural inclination for sexual promiscuity nd Pleasure.

Yeah. Go to Atlanta and go anon ass up facedown at the Red Roof Inn. Was thinking today about going to Atlanta and Flex Bathhouse.

Chapter 2 The top regained his breath, quickly pulled up his pants and headed past me up the trail. He jovially called out, "Your turn. " It was only then I realized my shorts were around my ankles and my eight inch erection was firmly in hand. The totally naked bottom was now standing taste testing samples of cum from his ass. He smiled and beckoned me towards him. As I took in his masculine beauty I now knew the source of the earlier magnetic force that drew me to these woods. I found myself shuffling down the hill and stepping out of my shorts to keep from tripping. He was already bent over when I reached him and immediately took my rigid cock in his mouth. The wet warmth felt exquisite and an energy like the final fanfare of a fireworks display pulsed through my veins. I couldn't control myself and as quickly as I declared "I'm going to cum " he spun around and consumed my raw hard cock with his ass hole. I was blasting as soon as the head entered him and kept shooting volley after volley as I bottomed out and slammed full force against his ass cheeks. The explosion felt nuclear and I wouldn't have been surprised to see my load shooting back out of his ears. I collapsed on his back and gasped to get my breath. A little composure regained and he turned to clean my still hard cock with his mouth. At this moment I ⁹now noticed an audience of three men had joined us. Each stroking their exposed hard on. The grey haired guy from earlier stepped up and plunged in to fuck the handsome bottom. Every now and then he would scoop a little cum from the bottom's ass and offer me his finger to suck. I hesitated at first, but remembering my pact with myself thought 'what the fuck, why not?' My first resistant lick tasted great. Meanwhile the bottom began playing with my hole with moistened fingers. Now and then he would prod and eventually he penetrated my outer ring. As if following my part in a well orchestrated script I found myself spinning, bending and offering my ass. The bottom's mouth was on it in a split second, his tongue probing inside, and his short cropped beard pleasantly scratching my perineum. I knew I had died and gone directly to heaven. My hole was bereft when he pulled away but then I quickly noticed something hard pushing at my virgin hole. Without a thought I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I was pushing back against the hard thing with as much force as I could muster. As the pain tore me apart the reality that I had just impaled my ass on the bare cock of a guy that had just been bred with a high viral load became crystal clear. At this exact moment I could hear the grey haired guys ragged breath and declaration, "Cummin in your ass man!" Instantly remembering from porn earlier how often this became a chain reaction I found the good sense to pull off the cock I was riding. I did not have enough good sense to keep from spinning around and taking his load deep in my mouth. If the earlier taste hadn't confirmed it I now knew I was instantly addicted to this warm sweet and salty creamy fluid. I was still cleaning his cock as another observer entered the bottom's ass. Scrambling to find my shorts I realized I had tossed my shirt at some point and was totally naked save my running shoes. I retrieved my shorts, hastily pulled them on and ran. I ran all the way home totally forgetting my locked up bike. Thankfully no one was home and I bolted directly to my room collapsing on my back on my bed. For the next seven full minutes I gasped for breath. Then I got up, locked my door, stripped and lay back on my bed. I jacked my boner as I replayed every detail of the afternoon's events. When I got to the raw cock up my ass I exploded in orgasm with the load spraying my chest, face and the wall over my head board. Once again I was gasping to regain composure. Eventually I could hear the family arriving. I reluctantly pulled on some clothes and went down to join the dinner meal. Everyone could tell I was totally distracted and no one objected when I excused myself the moment I finished my plate. I was back in my room, door locked, naked and lost in bareback porn for the next three hours. If a condom appeared I closed that video down and was searching for the next raw screen, usually featuring hairy muscled hunks. Then I came upon the video where the condom breaks and the negative bottom begs for the poz tops load. It is only about 1.5 minutes long, but I found myself mesmerized and watching it over and over for the next half hour. Remembering my bike I cut another baggy tshirt down, pulled it and shorts on and headed back to the woods.

I fell asleep for a bit. I was dreaming that my cock was being sucked and I found Larry sucking my super hard cock. Good morning , Larry mumbled as he was sucking. It was 2 am. He started climbing on top of me sitting on my hard on saying his ass was in need. The lights were on and he said he was amazed how smooth I was as he pumped my cock as I was thrusting to match his rhythmic ass squeezing of my cock. I shave all my body hair except for my pubes, been doing it for years. Makes me feel sexy. You look so sexy smooth, No better complement could have been given to me. I really started pounding, pulling on his nips and he pounded in kind. Larry yelled he was cumming just as I shot my load. Larry collapsed on me and we fell back to sleep. I awoke a bit later and started sucking his cock clean, I really enjoyed cleaning that beautiful cock and the taste was wonderful. Larry awoke and his cock instantly got hard. How big is that beauty? Almost 10 inches and 7 and a half around. I can’t believe well you took it and you came as well. You were born to do man to man sex. Fuck me again. I was begging. With pleasure. We changed positions, and Larry started rimming. Wow your ass is still open and relaxed, as his tongue went deep inside me. God that feels great I whispered. Fuck me now. Larry handed me the poppers and was soon flying and soooo horny. Larry said I was so relaxed and was so in need he entered me. Amazingly I wasn’t sore at all and he slowly slid inside me. You are a born bottom the way you take me. Fuck me hard fuck me til I cum I yelled. Unlike our first fuck Larry ponded me from the beginning. It was a totally differently feeling. I couldn’t believe it could be better. But it was, more animalistic both of us pounding. Then the feeling began, the need to explode, pee cum and even the need to shit. Something new. This time I let everything go, without holding back. Then the orgasm. I shot 5 or 6 spirts of cum then the whole body spasms lasting what seemed like forever. During my spasms Larry yelled and shot his load, I don’t remember how many volleys but a lot because I could feel his cum filling me even during my spasms of pleasure. Larry didn’t fall on me but kept looking at me. What? I whispered. He just said that was the most unbelievable fuck He had ever had. Me too I replied. You don’t understand he said, THE BEST!! You are one in a million. He then fell on me kissing me passionately. You are converting!! I was a bit confused but felt so wonderful I didn’t care. We woke up before the alarm. Larry sucked me off and I gladly reciprocated. God his cum and cock tasted so good. We got up and started telling me about mundane sex preparation like enemas. He examined me and admired my smooth fit body. Except for my forearms which are trimmed and my trimmed pubes there is no hair no pit chest or leg hair. You have such a sexy body. Smooth is perfect for you. I blushed. We got dressed after showering together and registered. I took my IPad with me. I had research to do. Thankfully at major meetings there were only morning session with elective stuff in the afternoon. As usual the meetings went slowly. I spent my time researching about gay sex, sexuality and the terminology such as rimming felching snowballing double penetrating which spiked my interest, and spit roasting which sounded hot. Top bottom, versatile. Very informative. I was leaking precum like crazy. Thankfully I wore dark pants. Other terms caught my eye, gifting and chasing. I knew all about HIV. I talked about it with my patients. I had a relatively large gay population and had many HIV positive patients. Some of them admitted to me that friends came up to them and asked to be infected. That appalled me but I learned not to judge. Reading about it strangely was a bit erotic to me. I read patients stories how they avoided HIV but when they got infected they were RELIEVED and the were much happier. At first it was foreign me, but the more I read the more I understood. Larry leaned over and asked what I was reading. I told him I was researching about Gays and the lifestyle He looked at my wet spot and smiled. I read about gloryholes and adult book/ video stores and gay baths. I read about cut uncut safe , bareback pre and post exposure prophylaxis. I was so turned on by all of it. It was 1130. I told Larry I wanted to go to the room. I was super horny and needed cock. And I had lots of questions. He wanted to leave as well. When we got to the room I was all over him. Nearly tore his clothes off and started kissing and licking and sucking every part of his body. I was the aggressor, I made him lay on his back sucked his cock and just using spit and precum and no poppers I sat on his cock. His cock felt different in this position. (I’m glad we cleaned out this am). Surprisingly his cock still slid in with some in and out pumping, easily and pleasurably. I pumped and pounded him like there was no tomorrow. Then that feeling came. I shot ny cum and hit his face as I went into my pleasure spasms. He shot his load while moaning loudly. Once we recovered and I cleaned his cock Larry asked. What was that about? We need to talk. I said. Sitting naked together I told him about the research I did. Yes? He asked. Can you find us a third? What? Really? Yes. I want to be spit roasted and I want to be double penetrated. I was serious and Larry knew it. Let me try Grindr. What’s that? A hook up app. About 15 minutes Larry said he contacted someone in the hotel at a business meeting leaving tonight who is agreeable and would love to join us and can be here by 3. Set it up. Once the arrangements were made Larry and I talked. I told him my research made me realize I was gay and I decided to make up for the last 25 years. Everything I read about turned me on and I want to experience it ALL. Larry nodded and said he understood, completely. We laid on the bed and cuddled. Thank you for opening my eyes. I opened your mind and body he replied. A half hour before the meet we cleaned out got plenty of lube and poppers. If he’s truthful he is at least as big as me, Larry said. You could be having a great time. Hope so. A knock at the door right on time. He was 6 feet fit and a hunk. I’m Nick. After a few pleasantries we disrobed. He wasn’t lying. He was huge. Larry explained my situation and Nick smiled. I went up to him, a brief kiss and started sucking his cock. As I sucked him Larry got behind me and slid his cock in me. We all got into a great rhythm. I was in heaven. Nick was fucking my face and I took him to his pubes. Larry pounded me. After 10 minutes the switched. I was loving it. After about 20 min we stopped. Why we stopping? I asked. The main event is double penetrating. Larry said. We have to lube and popper you up to take both of us. Larry injected lube in my ass as I was sucking Nick. He had a 10 inch slightly less thick cock than Larry. It felt and tasted great but different from Larry. Do all cocks taste differently. I NEED to find out. Nick, get on you back at the end of the bed. Peter suck him and get him hard then sit on his cock facing him. I complied. Nicks cock went down my throat like it was made for me. I got up and slowly sat down on his cock. It felt great, different but great I need to feel more cocks up my ass. Larry came behind me. Bend over on top of Nick he said. I did and kissed him. Wow a nice passionate kiss. I felt Larry’s cock. Snort these poppers. More than before. You will need it. Soon I was flying and begging Larry to enter me fuck me. No matter how much it hurts. The push came. More and more pressure his PA and head popped in. The feeing was indescribable. Pain but intense pleasure. Larry stayed still for a bit so I could adjust. Then he slowly pushed in. I kept hitting the poppers until he was all the way in. I felt intense erotic pressure some pain but a new pleasurable feeling. After a few minutes rhythmic fucking began. Faster and faster. I was having a pleasure cluster of feelings. That now familiar feeling started. I’m cumming I screamed and I shot my cum over nicks abdomen. Nick and Larry shouted as the shot their cum in me. Then we all collapsing each other. After 10 minutes the cocks slid out. We were all grinning from ear to ear. I gently cleaned Nick’s cock and my cum, then Larry’s I thanked them. Kissed Nick and fed him my cum which he swallowed. He dressed and left. Larry then said. We need to talk. Yes we do I replied. I have much to tell you. Larry replied I think you are amazing. I want to help you experience everything . We kissed passionately.

Larry gentle sat Me on the bed and laid him down. He kissed and licked me from my lips, neck, pits and nipples. He spent several minutes licking and sucking my small nipples, but I loved it. No one had ever done that before to me. My cock had never been so hard and was leaking an amazing amount of precum. He came to my cock and started sucking and deep throated me. I never felt like this. Then without warning he stopped and straddled my hips, licked his fingers lubed his ass and began sitting on my hard erect cock. Larry then said, Relax, I want you to feel how much better a mancunt feels compared to pussy. My cock slowly entered him, he went in and back out but each time deeper. My precum was lube enough. In a few minutes I was completely inside him. The feeling was indescribable, it was amazing. Then he started pumping in and out. Oh don’t stop, my cock has never felt so good. It only took a few minutes and I shot volley after volley of cum up Larry’s ass. He then squeezed and milked my cum completely out of me He slowly pulled off of me then much to my amazement he began sucking my cock. Then he said that it says thank you to your top for shooting his cum inside you. It shows appreciation and it tastes great as well And it feels great as well. Then he kissed me and he was right. It did taste great. He laid next to me and he asked how a manpussy felt. I told him it was the best much better than pussy. He told me that when my hardon came back he would prepare me for his pierced cock. It would take a bit but promised me I would love it. I told him I couldn’t wait, my cock was already getting hard. I never rebounded so quickly and wanted him to start. Larry kissed me passionately put my legs over his shoulders and began a gentle licking of my ass. What are you doing? That feels amazing. It’s called rimming, essentially French kissing your mancunt. I pushed my ass into his face and grinded my ass with gusto, it felt soooo good. I guess you like that. Let me get something. Larry went to his suitcase and got a bag and too out lube and a brown bottle. Here, inhale this up each nostril 3 deep breath each. These are poppers they will help your ass relax and take my cock easily. I did what he said. In seconds I was feeling great and super horny. Then I felt Larry’s finger go up my ass and start massaging my prostate. My God that feels great I almost screamed. I started to become very vocal. Push harder!!! A second finger entered and both massaged my G spot. More!! I yelled. 3 more snorts on each side Larry ordered and I eagerly complied. Now 3 fingers then 4. DON’T STOP!!! I almost screamed. Then Larry said you are ready, do you want my cock inside you? Please!!!!! I begged. Hit the poppers again and I snored 3 times each side. He took out his fingers and I felt his cock and PA push on my manhole and the head popped in. What an amazing feeling!! He pushed in a tiny bit then backed off then in again. Deeper each time. Damn it felt good. It took10 minutes but his thick pierced 10 inches was up to his pubes. You OK? Larry asked. Never better. Take another hit of the poppers which I did the he stated sliding that cock in and out. He started to fuck me slowly getting more aggressive. I was in heaven. After 10 minutes or so I felt something indescribable, I didn’t know it I was going to pee or cum or both. It was so intense. I think I’m going to pee I yelled. Larry said to relax and let it cum, don’t fight it. After a few minutes I let it go. Then the most intense orgasm I ever had started. I shot tons of cum, started shaking and spasming. It lasted a few minutes and then Larry shouted he was cumming and I felt my insides filling with something warm and wonderful. Larry fell on top of me. We were both exhausted with unspeakable pleasure. I couldn’t believe how satisfied I was. Several minutes went by and Larry pulled out of me. Remembering what he told me I moved down to his cock and sucked him clean. It tasted sooo good, his cum and my ass juices. I then kissed and shared my bounty with him. Larry then licked up my cum, I couldn’t believe how much cum I shot. He kissed me and pushed a bunch of cum in my mouth and I pushed it bank. We shared it over and over, then I swallowed it. Cum tastes so good. I wanted more. You are beginning to become a real man Larry whispered in my ear. Soon you will be totally coverted and become that real man you were meant to be. I hope so I whispered back.

I am a physician going to a week long medical convention. Unfortunately I registered late and there were no rooms left. One of the other participants told the hotel he was willing to share a room and I reluctantly accepted. I usually hate these meetings but needed the education certification credits. I’m usually bored out of my mind at these meetings. I recently separated from my wife. We had not had sex for years but even so never stepped out on her. Just jerked off. I checked in early in the afternoon the day before the start of the meeting and was told my roommate had checked in. When I open the room door, my roommate was coming out of the shower and was toweling off. He was tall and fit, but what I noticed were his beautiful huge pierced nipples. I have always had a nipple fixation. When I look at pictures of boobs, I just looked at the nipples, not the size of the breast. In fact I liked small tits with big erect nipples, just like the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, the Swedish version. And his nipples were my vision of perfection and with the piercings, extra perfect. He noticed of course and he apologized, but I said no worries. As I always do I looked at his cock and saw a huge thick cut cock with a large PA, my cock stated to get embarrassing hard, and I saw him look down and take notice. I always liked looking at guys cocks at the gym but never got a hard on, but his was amazing. He noticed my interest. He saw I was getting embarrassed and wrapped his towel around his waist. Sorry he said, he didn’t expect me so early. I said no problem, and went to unpack and turned away from him to hide my raging hard on. I never get a boner seeing other cocks. My face was so red. Nice piercingsI mumbled. Thank you he said. I hope that isn’t a problem with you. I’m sure you realize it, I’m gay, I have had many gay patients and I have no problem with gays, and told him no problem. I’m Peter holding out my hand, I’m Larry. When we shook hands I felt an electrical sexual charge run thru my body and my cock instantly began to harden. Never had such an experience. The handshake was firm, gentle , and sensuous at the same time and much longer than necessary. Nice to meet you Peter. We had some talk about the meeting coming up, and found he hated them too and though they were a waste of money, so he was glad we could split the cost. I told him I was glad too. I lied I would rather have a single. Larry got dressed while talking, he was a very fit with well trimmed body hair. As we talked I found he was a really nice guy and made conversation very easy. So easy I asked him about his piercings. He acted like it was the most normal question ever and started talking about them. He like me has a nipple fetish, too and explained that 10 years earlier began pumping them. He explained what that was and banding them. Over a few years of regular pumping and banding the enlarged from tiny nothings to half inch in diameter constantly erect nipples. Five years ago he had them pierced so he can show them off at the gym. And he loves the look of them. Then he asked if I’d like to look at them again, in a way that seemed totally normal. And I said yes like I was agreeing to look his new watch. He then quickly removed his polo shirt. God they were beautiful. I am critic of nipples and I was amazed at them. The rings enhanced their beauty. Like my rings? Larry asked while he fingered them. I struggled to say yes as my cock hardened. Larry noticed my desire in my eyes and the bulge in my pants. Lets go to the bar for a few drinks before dinner, my treat, Larry suggested and I agreed. After a few drinks Larry knew all about me. Married with a lousy sex life , and separated. Larry told me about him and his life was just like mine. He married, had a mediocre sex life, cheated on his wife but the sex wasn’t much better until 10 years ago when he was at medical meeting and was seduced by a fellow doctor. He experienced the most incredible sex with him. Three days later he realized he was gay and has never been happier. At that point we had dinner with great conversation and food. Let’s get a nightcap he suggested and I agreed. Throughout the evening I had at least a partial hard on and was leaking like crazy I was sure glad I had dark pants on. In the bar we got a booth in the corner. The talk became more sensual and we talked a lot about our sexuality. Larry placed a hand on my thigh, looked into my eyes and smiled I returned the smile and put my hand on his and moved it up so he could feel my hard cock. i think it’s time to go Larry suggested. Absolutely I said and we headed for the elevators. In the elevator he discreetly massaged my ass. Once in the room we looked in each other’s eyes and gently and passionately kissed, This is all new to me I whispered. Larry said don’t worry I will show you. You will be transformed after tonight, I promise. Be gentle, I promise. Larry kept lights on. He slowly undressed me, kneeled in front of me and took my 7 inch thick cut cock in his mouth. I never had my cock feel so wonderful. He took me completely down his throat. Then he pulled off my cock, I don’t want you to cum yet. We kissed again and I tasted my cock and precum, it was amazing. Now undress me and do the same to me,Larry whispered in my ear. I slowly removed his shirt. His nipples were calling me, I sucked and pulled them, softly biting them. I was in heaven sucking on these perfect nipples. Larry was moaning in pleasure. I unbuttoned his pants and he stepped out of them. He cock was bulging his briefs. When I pulled them off, I couldn’t believe what I saw. 9 inches of thick cut cock with a huge head with a thick semicircular PA dripping copious precum. I never saw anything so beautiful . I slid my first cock in my mouth. What a wonderful feeling and what a uniquely wonderful taste. I sucked for a while but choked a bit. Tilt your head back and stuck out your tongue, Larry said then slide your tongue and my cock back in your mouth. I did that and amazingly his cock slid down my throat without gagging and I felt his pubes on my face. I swallowed that huge cock and piercing all the way down my throat!!! It felt good!! Larry slid his cock out of my throat with a little cling when the PA hit a tooth. You did amazingly well. Did you like sucking it? I almost shouted , YES!!!!!! Larry stood me up and kissed me passionately. Want to go on? Yes please. I was begging, Be prepared, after tonight your life will be changed, for the better. There will be no going back. I promise you will become fulfilled and and soon will become a real man. Is that what you want? Yes, I whispered as he led me to the bed.

My birthday and Halloween are around the same time so I always celebrate big. It also marks the end of Locktober when my cock is locked away in its cage. By the end of the month the horn is unstoppable. I was sitting in the steamroom at the sauna thinking what I could do to celebrate becoming a real man at 30 and the season. There were a few other guys around; an extremely skinny tired looking twink and a stick thin older man and a bear. Just then a fit jock swaggered in and sat down. The twink said “hey, wanna play?” and the jock replied “not with you, bug boi” and with that got up and walked out – the bear followed. The old man said “stupid lad, doesn’t know what he’s missing” and the twink pulled out a monster cock and winked. I instinctively removed my towel and the twink noticed. He said “you horny enough to take this weapon?” I nodded. “Your locked cock horny enough to take this toxic venomous snake inside you?”. I said “wow I’d been nearly a month and I’d let you do anything. The thought of a twink making me into a real man – a breeder is what I need”. The twink led me to his cabin, laydown and told me to get on board. He passed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed greedily whilst he said “guys your age can’t resist my twinky charm – but I’m man enough to breed and young enough seed multiple times a day – if you want poz then push back”. I did, feeling his fat cock filling me. I rode him for a good ten mins before he pushed me off and onto the mattress, flipped me over and pushed in me – pounding me hard. He grunted and rode me hard until I felt his balls swell against my ass and he pumped ropes of toxic cum into me. He then unlocked the door, noticed the old guy sitting in a seat opposite and said “bet cause he’s locked he’s gagging for more”. I replied “yes daddy, breed me up”. The old guy didn’t need asking twice. He plunged straight in and pounded for a bit but came pretty quicky. The old guy said “thought you’d be another one of those dumb jocks who thinks they are too good for us". I said “sorry sir, guess I have been in the past, but now I’m becoming more of a man in so many ways”. The twink had a checky glint in his eye and said “think he should make up for it?” and the old man smiled and said “think he’s started already but yes how?”. The twink asked if I would be prepared to take all loads on Halloween and come to his poz party – every load poz except my converting balls and I’d get tricks and treats – beautiful men and men I might think we’re trolls. I said I would and to make sure I didn’t chicken out I’d stay locked to ensure my balls were blue and ready to bust. He replied that was perfect and gave me the address. I knew conversion was guaranteed…

On Friday I went on a date! Dinner, drinks, conversation; the sort of thing you'd expect. We met at a restaurant, and then after dinner we went to his place for a few drinks. And... Well, to be honest he kind of surprised me! When we'd been messaging before the date there had been a fair bit of sex chat, so we both kind of knew what the other person was into, and we seemed quite compatible in that sense. (I.e. he's a total top - and I'm decidedly not!) We got to making out a bit on the sofa, I was feeling up his bulge and he was groping my arse, and suddenly he stopped it and told me, that if this was to have any potential at all he needed to know if the sexual aspect would work. Well, I thought we were actually heading towards sex anyway, so I didn't quite know why he'd need to be vocal about it. But then he told me he'd only be interested in dating a slut. I was still a bit confused, but okay... I mean, I wasn't exactly playing hard to get! And then he dropped the bomb: I could either leave now, or he could call a friend and invite him over to fuck me. Take it or leave it. I tried pointing out that it was HIS cock I wanted - the bulge felt pretty sizeable - but it wasn't up for negotiation. Anyway, I was a bit drunk by then so why the heck not, right? Any cock is better than no cock when you're horny... So he made the call, and within 20 minutes his friend arrived and I was pushed to my knees and the friend fished out his cock and told me to suck him hard. That didn't take long, and after a few minutes I was pushed into the bedroom and told to get naked on the bed. That's never a command that I tend to object to, really, but it did feel a bit odd. And when I was in place on hands and knees on the bed, the friend - still fully dressed with his cock hanging out of his jeans - got behind me, lubed me up and started fucking me hard and raw. My date, meanwhile, pulled up a chair and watched. And I watched him... He wasn't even feeling up his bulge, but just sat there, watching me get fucked. When the friend had dumped his load in me he pulled out, zipped up his jeans and left - and I was kind of hoping my date would go in for sloppy seconds, but he got up and told me to get dressed, and then we went back to the sitting room for another drink. He told me I'd done well and that he'd like to see me again. I might have begged for him to fuck me... But clearly that wasn't happening! Does that count as HIM playing hard-to-get? Anyway, we finished our drinks and agreed I should come over for dinner on Wednesday. We'll see what happens then.

Usually I'll be chatting to guys on and off on apps and it'll take weeks before we actually hook up. Well I was talking to this hot Irish guy who is married to an equally hot guy, they're both tops so are basically looking for holes to use either alone or together. This scenario is perfect for a slut like me as one of my fantasies is to get doublefucked by a couple and have them making out with each other while their cocks are rubbing against each other or filling me with their cum. Well after only a day or so of chatting I told this guy that I was off to London for a week and we agreed to meet up when I'm back. Then around midnight on the day I'm going, I get him telling me he needs to fuck me now, I'm pretty tired but who am I to refuse? So I send him my address and get ready, and then at like 1am he arrives and from the offset is totally in charge. It was so freaking hot. We're talking head holding while deepthroating, facefucking, fingers in mouth whule being fucked. I was genuinely his bottom boi fuck toy and he pummeled every single built up frustration into me . Plus he started being really verbal in a beautiful Irish accent, asking me if I liked the taste of that cock, and making me beg and plead loudly throughout for more. When I wanted him to fuck me, I had to beg, then when I wanted him to cum inside me I had to beg. And each time he'd stop when he was getting too close, telling me I wasn't ready for his Irish spunk yet. Throughout he told me what a cumdump I am, how my only purpose is to be fucked, seeded, and discarded and it turned me on so much. Eventually we ended up standing with my face pressed against a wall, his bicep around my throat choking me while he fucked me from behind. He made me beg for his seed again but I could barely speak and then he said "Well I guess you're getting this fucking load anyway" and started fucking me as hard as he could, eventually shooting what must have been a three day load inside, I felt it mostly because of the position but fuck it felt like a deserved reward. Afterwards I cleaned his cock off, he kissed me, and got dressed and headed off. It was so good to be able to head off to London with my hole already seeded. I've been chatting to him and his husband while he's been here and it looks like they wanna fuck me together as soon as I'm back. Perfect 😈

I was 7 my first time. My best friend and I crawled into the dogs house (it was really roomy) and traded blow jobs. Loved it but was frustrated because I instinctively knew there was more to it but had no clue about cum. It was 14 years before I got to suck another cock. That was 14 years of agonizing frustration. I was so obsessed with sucking cock. When I moved to Seattle and discovered Basic Plumbing it was like coming home. I spent countless hours with my face pressed to those glory holes. I am surprised I don’t have a permanent oval mark on my forehead. As for me 7 worked just fine but I wish I had been more aggressive finding cock.

right off the bat we are just better at it. plus even the girliest, sissiest, t-girl faggots like me are still guys really deep down and we like it rough, dirty, nasty and kinky. you can do stuff to a faggot that you can’t really do to a woman and even if you can you know they don’t enjoy the shameless degradation like we do. guys love how they can do literally anything they want to me, anytime, anywhere, any number of guys and I don’t give a fucke who the guys are, what they look like, or even what their names are. men don’t have to pretend to give a fuck about me and can actually spit in my face and tell me I’m worthless trash and I will still beg them to cum inside me and thank them for using me. they can choke me, piss on me, fuck me with cum from used condoms, pass me around, whore me out, shove whatever they want up my ass, dress me up however they want or strip me naked wherever they want and I will just take orders and be used, no strings attached, no questions asked. you don’t even have to tell me your name or show me your face and I will suck your cock, take it up my ass and take your load. faggots are good, easy, and we know what we are to the men who use us. fucktoys, nothing more. I am basically a human fleshlight, for anyone to use.

i would love to get my hands on that interview with Treasure Island he did when he was first starting out - talking about taking poz cock. can't find it anywhere.

I was once stopped by the police at a known cruising area and asked what I was doing (I had unwittingly followed an unmarked police car in a bit of entrapment). As I hadn’t got out or made any signal, all they could do was to ask if I knew this was an area known to be used by homosexuals. I feigned surprise and used my innate charm on them (!) as I said I had no idea. They knew I was lying and I knew they knew. But there was bugger all they could do. Years later, I lived with a gay cop (yes, I know…) and his husband for a while and we laughed about it. More seriously, I was stopped when leaving a sauna and had to give my name and address. It turned out a guy had reported being raped and I was a potential witness - although I’d seen nothing and, not having my contacts in, could barely see my feet, let alone what was going on around me. I was chary about being called as a witness, but the whole thing fizzled out and I heard no more. I arrived at Hampstead Heath one summer night some years ago and was perturbed to find two cops there. I needn’t have worried. They asked if I knew where I was going and to have a good time!

I was 9 when I was first introduced to a man's cock. An older neighbor first started playing games in the bathroom with me, which led to WS and me drinking his piss. Then he taught me how to blow him and enjoy everything that comes out of a cock. I was cunted by him when I was 10. For the uninitiated, being "cunted" is when a boi learns that his hole has a higher purpose, and that is becoming a cunt and being used to help other men achieve their orgasm. I was glad for the introduction then, and happy that I got an early start and training on becoming a cum dump.

Not personaly in terms of actual being interviewed etc. But have on more than one occassion been a top at a cumdump scene in a hotel that has been broken up by management due to it being reported by other guests. On a professional level, I work in the porn industry (off-camera) and there were a few instances (both where I worked and those I heard of) in which during 2020/early 2021, porn shoots were broken up/had to be delayed due to getting caught violating COVID rules (don't be fooled by the whole "this is unreleased footage" thing - many studios continued filming!).

Slut level success depends on how you go about getting sex. In my experience, these days, most hookup apps have more ghosts than a haunted house. I'm not fond bath houses as they tend towards too much cat and mouse cruising. Sex cubs, on the other hand are spaces where all the guys know they are there to fuck like dogs in heat and do so openly and promiscuously. Ditto that for sex resorts on event weekends. I tend to have way better experiences at sex resorts nd sex clubs than any other outlet.

Any trip I take is built round the opportunities for large amounts of promiscuous sex with other guys. When i am traveling, the hookup aps are always open and I select places to go--Palm Springs, Fort Lauderdale, Orlando or events (CLAW, Folsom, sex resort events) where I stand to get maximum use by a lot of guys. If I'm driving I keep my body ready for sex, pre-lube with oil base lube and cruise at every rest stop n the way. If I' flying, still get my body ready, pre-lube and all, and cruise guys in the airport while I'm waiting on my flight, while looking at the hook-up apps. In the last 4 weeks I have spent 4 days at a sex resort in GA getting used at Fist Fest followed by a week at a sex resort in Fort Lauderdale where i enjoyed casual open promiscuous use--getting fucked and fisted, and even getting to top a hot guy who could actually take my thick rod. guys like me with massive sex appetites and a love of many anonymous sex partners, travel built around the ability to play is essential. In another 4 weeks i will spend two weeks back in Fort Lauderdale for the 10 sexual Olympics that is Pig Week, to Orlando in early March for a week (lots of horny guys at Disney and Club Orlando, and CLAW in late April for the many sex parties there and the casual sex throughout the day. People often wonder how guys like me run up partner counts of hundreds of guys in a year; this how. My dream is to go on sex road trip world tour, spending at least 4 days in any given place to have sex with as many guy as I can (long stays in sex centers like Berlin) the world over, and film as much of it as i could.

I find many water based lubes are too slick and then very quickly become tacky. Silicone lubes might work for you if used sparingly. Have you tried Vaseline? I find it gives your cock a bit of a grip (so to speak) without becoming slick. If cum as lube doesn’t bother you try saving your loads and using that instead of store bought lubricants.

I remember the 1st three guys to fuck me. It is probably due to who they were. The first was my father. I had been exploring his body while he was passed out drunk for a few months when he caught me and started using me as his cock-sucking urinal. After a few months months he fucked me for the first time when I was 14. The second was a 26 years old married neighbor, when I was 15, as his wife watched. The third was my older brother. He caught our dad fucking me. My older brother confronted me about it. I convinced him my dad was not abusing me and that I wanted and enjoyed our dad fucking me, letting me suck his cock and swallow his cum. I told my brother according to dad and our neighbor I was a good cock sucker and with a hot fuck-hole. I am not sure if my brother was turned on, or repulsed, however, he had me suck his cock a couple times that week, and by the weekend he was fucking my ass as well.

It’s a new one for me. I wanted to get fucked by the boss and was about to say so when his son showed up and would not go away. I had to text him! That worked. Between the son and the house cleaner we could not shag in the house. We met at the new pheasant coop and got busy. Took his load in less than ten minutes and am back to work. Satisfied but now my hole wants more. It’s the poppers. They make me so greedy. 😉

By the way the start of my sexcation this year is Leather Pride in Palm Springs then a gay cruise to Mexico. I will be fucking my way east stopping in Texas, New Orleans, Florida, Kentucky, Indiana and Michigan. Stay tuned I will be sure to write all about my adventures on the BZ. I plan on trying out Sniffies all along the way. So far no luck with that site.

My last load was inside a cumdump friend of mine who knows how I like to breed a sloppy mankunt. He texted me very early morning today, Sunday, after he had spent Saturday night collecting anonymous loads at the tubs. He texted me to say he was on his way over to offer up his still hungry hole to me. He claimed he had 7 loads in his ass but it seemed to be a lot more. After adding my load to the mix, I got down at his leaking ass lips and spent a long time felching back (and sharing with him) the gut warmed slop. One of my favorite lusts! Anybody else like felching as well?

I know what I want to do. What is that? Larry asked. I want to experience everything I’ve missed. Before this trip I had a hard time cumming when I had sex In 24 hours I’ve cum a dozen times and I want more I’ve read so much and now I’m ready to act. I want to take and give as much cum as I can to as many guys that I can. The more the better. Do you understand the risks? Asked Larry. Of course I do. HIV? Of course. I don’t care. I never asked you your status or Nick’s. Yet you have talked about being a real man and “converting”, are you poz? I don’t know admitted Larry. My last test was neg 10 months ago but I got the “flu” a few months ago. I bet I’m poz. Nick is poz and on no meds. It was on his Grindr info. I told him to not tell you. You mean stealth me? Yes. I realized how much I like you and was trying to find a way to tell you. I’m really sorry now. Don’t be sorry. You have liberated me. I know what I want now. I’m glad you seduced and stealthed me. Really? Yes!! I want to start to chase and poz up. I want you to fuck me now and then take me to a raunchy adult video store to suck lots of cock and get fucked as much as possible by strangers preferably by poz guys. Larry’s mouth was wide open. OK he managed to say. We have to get you tested to be sure you are positive so I can always think you are the one that pozzed me. I want that. Larry nodded and then approached me and ga be me the most passionate kiss I have ever had. We began to make love. Poz me please. Fuck me and charge me up I whispered. I will was the answer. I thought I had experienced the best sex ever an hour ago, but this was just more than I could comprehend. Larry’s cock hit new areas on my G spot and when I climaxed I spasmed and shook. Larry’s climax was announced he was pozzing my ass. I realized I was falling in love with him. Once we recovered we showered and got ready for my first bookstore experience. Larry knew of one nearby and he warned me it was raunchy but busy. Outstanding I replied. By the way I saw a fair amount of blood on my cock with this last fuck. I know. I tasted it and thought I saw some as well. I did not clean out. I wanted to keep my ass full of poz cum. Everyone who fucks me will drive it into my bloodstream. I was never horned as much as I was at that moment We arrives about 8 pm. It was busy and only Tuesday. We paid and walked around and found a booth that was roomy with gloryholes on each side. Larry told me about rubbing my finger on the whole to invite a vock to come thru. We put on a gay bareback video. I rubbed my fingers and a vock appeared only 6 inches but I began sucking. I was enthusiastic and in a few minutes I was rewarded with a large load of sweet tasting cum. I kissed Larry so he could get a taste. I went to the other hole and repeated my invite. An 8 inch beauty cut cock presented. I greedily sucked him and deep throated him. He pulled out and spoke to me and told me to show him my ass, which I promptly did. I felt him rimming me which felt nice and then his cock pushed into me. Larry took out his cock and I sucked on it while getting fucked. My ass was flooded in a few minutes and the cock was gone. Wow was that hot!!!! Anonymous fucking. Larry turned me around and felched me. Wow I’m in cum dump heaven. I swallowed 8-10 loads. All tasted great but each tasted differently. Larry tasted each one. I took 5 anonymous loads up my ass. Some said thank you but one announced I took a poz load. He was very surprised when I thanked him and asked to clean his cock. But he let me. Yum!!!!! We left after a few hours went to a diner for a quick bite. Larry and I just smiled at each other, Cheshire Cat grins. I was so happy. So was Larry. I couldn’t wait to fuck him when we got back. I was leaking and had a semi hard on and I didn’t care who saw. We got back to the room and I attacked Larry kissing him pulling and biting his nipples sucking his cock, rimmed him and fucked him hard. Take the last of my negative cum I yelled as I shot another load in him. It tasted so good when I felched him and licked the load he blew. We shared it then I swallowed it. Larry was amazed at my transformation in less than 2 days. I was so satisfied and happy. I finally knew who I was and embraced it. What’s next? asked Larry. Show me how you got your nipples so big. Just so happens I brought my nipple cylinders and pump with me. Show me. Larry brought everything out and pumped each nipple left it on for 20 minutes then slipped an O ring on and removed the cylinder. My nips were 5 times their original size. The pumping felt so hot and the banding kept them big and erect. They looked so hot. This has to be done daily for more than a year before they stay big permanently Larry said. I was hooked. I’ll have to buy cylinders and start pumping. Leave the bands on until they fall off to get maximum size. Sensitivity should increase as well. HOT!!! Whats next asked Larry. Baths. Chicago has great ones. One famous and one raunchy. Famous first and raunchy the next day I answered. Wow you really are transformed Larry said. Then he said let’s go to bed. You have poz cum that needs to be worked in for maximum effect. Yes!!! I said. We have work to do in preparation for tomorrow. I looked at my pumped nipples. The were a sight to see. I should take pics to document how big they get. My nips were smaller than yours when I started. Larry said admiring his pumping. We have some serious fucking to do. Let’s go to bed.

Thought this story looked familiar. found another version of it from my bugshares archive. Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, muscled, sexy and young, and never has any trouble finding hung dom men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the bottom, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly because he tries to hook up with guys who claim to be clean or “Neg” checking profiles on Craigslist or BBRT, and avoiding anyone with a poz status. But the supply of neg tops was limited, over time Andy found himself glancing at some of the ones with “Poz but undetectable” He started finding himself reading Poz porn and poz erotica, and a growing part of him knew it was only a matter of time before e took the ultimate risk. One night Andy came to a profile he had never noticed before. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had a cock most guys would kill for. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby or football player, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Not ‘undetectable’ or ‘on meds’ but Full Blown Poz. Andy didn’t know why, but he felt his cock twitch reading that. Andy had fantasized about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. He sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one bareback party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with raw seed. After a while of pushing, Andy finally admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it. He felt like he had let Paul down, that he’d never hear back from him. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Something about that, the image of Paul’s Poz Pecker in his ass, blasting raw poz seed up his ass made him loose it. He blasted a huge load of cum all over his body, About an hour later, Andy went back to the computer and saw a new message from Paul. It said: “Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it, I promise I won’t do anything your not comfortable with" Just reading it made his dick hard again. He fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his now rampant hard-on got the better of him and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was incredibly sexual and seemed to have an aura of masculinity around him. They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and in moments got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" “Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. “It’s going to feel so much better, there’s nothing more intense than a Poz Pecker inside you.” They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's now sweaty body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world as Paul’s musky sweat dripped down on him. Paul looked down and grinned. “Your going to make such a good Poz Pig.” And spat in Andy’s mouth. Andy opened up and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again and again, cocks grinding against one another until at last Paul said "Come with me, it’s time we took things to the next step". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips and held it there, letting Andy look at the huge 8inch long poz cock. After a few seconds Paul moaned and began to piss, a strong, hot, musky ******* of dark urine that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul and the total domination being inflicted on him. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot poz piss, they went back to the bedroom. “You like having my fluids inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit, my sweat?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, not yet, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz pecker touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight puckered neg ass before him. Toxic Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight neg hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life!" Andy moaned as the raw, unprotected poz cock sawed deeper against his hole. "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy said nothing but just looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's death dick stayed firmly placed at his young neg boy-cunt. He felt his heart racing, like he was on the edge of a cliff and about to fall. "Your ass is so amazing Andy, you needt o give your ass up to cock, you know it. Just relax, give it to me, let me put the rest of my dirty, diseased Poz Pecker inside you Andy and all your fear will be gone." They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside at any second. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. “Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured, I’m just so scared. "Don’t be. I wanna take away your fear. I wanna put this whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my seed, to my toxic DNA. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers. "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard toxic penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again. Once I blow my load, my Diseased DNA is going to fucking wreck your hole! " He grunted as his cock slid in and out, harder with each thrust, all the way out then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! They took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're going to be my cum slut now, you dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy! My Poz Pecker!" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. No longer caring about pain or sickness, he felt like his brains were being fucked out of his head, that soon all that would be left of himself is an ending desire to Fuck! "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it. Here comes my seed slut! Take it! Take y my Dirty Poz AIDS Seed!!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. It felt like burning hot bullets of pure poison were being injected right into his body. He squirmed as his insides seemed to burn, then it become pure pleasure as the AIDS took over. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight. Once you empty this load, your going to have nothing but MY toxic seed in you forever!" Andy was overcome with lust listening to Paul talking. He tried to hold off but it was all too much and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul kept stroking him wanting to utterly drain and milk him of his neg seed. As Andy moaned from being so sensitive, Paul started to fuck his ass once again. After another ten minutes of fucking, the two reached another orgasm. Andy knew this time he had been drained of th last of his neg seed as Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

I am a Paramedic, and have always been turned on by other guys, even though a lot of females flirt with me, especially the hospital nurses. I must be reserved especially when in the fire house with the other guys, which most act they are homophobic. At least the bunk room is split, so the EMS personnel won't disturb the firefighters due to the number of calls we receive in a 24 hour shift. We got a call for a medical transport of an HIV patient to the DC Hospital NIH (National Institute of Health). This was a medical transfer from a regular nursing home, to this specialized facility due the fact the patient, was actually an AIDS patient and apparently not responding to medical therapy and this was going to be a last chance effort to get him stabilized. No one wanted to ride in the patient compartment with the patient, scared the close proximity would be contagious. I took this opportunity to get an education. Of course precautions were in place, both myself and the patient had masks on, and I was gloved up as well. The patient was to have EKG monitored during the trip along with an IV drip. The ride was going to be approximately 1 1/2 hour due to the heavy traffic during a rush hour commute. Once the trip began, my patient, which I will call Ken, was very talkative, and soon I had him comfortable and relaxed. He told me he had developed AIDS about 10 months prior, and was in a long care nursing home for treatment, but knew he was on the terminal list. During our ride, I confided in him that I was gay but not out of the closet, and needed to be discreet. He said he had not had a lover in over a year, but never regretted being gay, and his only release was when he could jack off. I told him that he was a cute guy and I could see how he probably didn't have trouble getting a lover when he was in his prime. He reached out from under his blanket which covered him in the cot, to pat my leg and thank me. I reached out to take and hold his hand when he did this to give him some comfort. He commented about the all the precautionary steps taken to keep him isolated, but it did make him feel like the plague victim. I then removed my glove to hold his hand and removed his gloved hand as well, so we could be skin to skin. I had been reading stories on BreedingZone and they always turned me on. I knew i was negative, but gay, and still horny. He said it gave him a little rush that I removed my gloves to touch him, and he thanked me and said it actually made his cock stir. The Medic Unit was an enclosed compartment, with only an intercom connecting the driver with the patient area, and the windows were treated dark so you no one could see in from the street. WHen he told me he had gotten excited, I lifted the blanket to check him out and to see if he had an erection. Of course when I did this, it excited him even more and he began to get hard. I reached out with my bare hand and took hold of his growing cock. He said it had been such a long time since anyone had touched him. I gave him a compliment of his size and girth as his cock grew. Our talk was just about at whisper level since we didn't want the driver to hear us. I told him it turned me on too to have his cock grow in my hand, which was about 9 inches and the width of a cardboard tube on a paper towel roll. He and I had our eyes locked together as I slowly stroked his cock..and he told me he would not last long if I kept that up. We both had pulled down our masks so we could see each other more clearly. He asked if i was scared I would catch his AIDS, and I told him not to worry, I can make my own decisions. He told me he was extremely turned on by me and my tender care. I guided his hand up my leg so he could touch my cock and see how hard I was . I knew we had at least and hour more of our transport, so I open my pants and let them slide down to my ankles and let him stroke my cock. (I figured it was only fair since I had his hard cock in my hands as well) I figured, when a person is on death row in a prison, they give him a last meal, so here my patient was basically on death row in a hospital setting, and going to his final place to die, so why not give him some final release. My precum was flowing, and he would put his fingers to his mouth and lick it off, telling me how sweet it tasted. When he took the next scoop of my precum in his fingers, and began to raise them to his lips, I stopped his arm and directed his fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. His cock jumped and precum began flowing out of his cock. With his two fingers in my mouth, and our eyes locked to each other, he hooked his fingers behind my teeth and began to pull me closer to his face. WHen he removed his fingers, I kept moving closer and I kissed his lips, and our mouths opened and we frenched kissed for about a 3 minute continuous passionate kiss. When we broke our kis, I remained close to his face as he whispered to me..."Oh fuck !" my hand had not left his hard cock as I stroked it...and I leaned down and put his hard cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He began moaning, and his had reached from my cock to my ass cheeks and began rubbing and touching my hole. I was so turned on by this, I wanted more, much more. He was now very hard and his precum walk flowing like a slow leak of a water pipe. I grabbed his hard that was on my ass, and moved his hand so he could touch his precum that was a steady flow from his cock, then when his fingers were covered, I moved his hand and wet fingers back to my ass which he proceeded to push into my tight ass. Again, he moaned.."Oh fuck" and I looked him in the eyes and told him I am game for it. Since we were in a back up, and traffic was moving in a crawl, I unhooked his seat belts and turned my ass around and backed up to him, and he turned onto his side so his cock was pointing to my ass. As soon as i felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, it was like fireworks. I arched my ass back as I felt his lubed up cock begin to enter my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him as his cock slid up into my ass to his balls. We sat still for a bit, and I moaned for him to fuck me. I squeezed my ass cheek muscles and he said he better pull out, because he was going to cum soon. I told him to put it in me and to poz me up....next thing I felt was his cock twitching in me, and about 12-15 huge squirts of his toxic seed was shooting deep into my ass. We stayed still for a about 4 minutes, with him still inside of me, since our traffic jam ham come to a complete stop, I didn't want the extra movement to raise suspicion with my partner that something was going on. I turned my face to look back at him, and he whispered "thank you". I told him it my pleasure too...then we began to make out again for what seemed to be about along 15 minutes, and until traffic began to move again. When I pulled off of his cock, most of his load remained up in my ass, but a glob did fall onto his leg. I leaned over and sucked it up. I pulled up my pants and readjusted myself...and knelt on the floor to be closer to Ken...and we began to make out again for the trip. Before we arrived at the hospital, I gave him another blow job and he came in my mouth in which I swallowed. When we dropped him off and took him up to his room, I purposely left the clipboard on his night stand as we moved him over to his permanent bed. When my partner returned to out unit, I commented I left the clipboard, and needed to run back up and get it. The nurse was just coming out of his room when I got there, so when I went inside, I went over to his bedside and asked him to meet me in the bathroom. I helped him and guided his IV pole, as we entered the restroom. I moved his robe out of the way as I dropped my pants and asked him to fuck me again. He got rock hard again and with his precum dripping again, and the huge cum load he put up in me already, I was pretty lubed up to take him again. I leaned over the sink as he fucked me deep and hard...the noise of the squishy cum in my ass was a turn on for us both. HE moaned he was going to cum again so i asked where he would want to put it? He moaned back in me again to breed me with his DNA....I moaned back, "Yes, give me it". Ken had passed away a week later after I visited him one more time, he was too weak to go to the restroom, but we made out and I gave him one more blow job and swallowed his cum. Even after that, I still did not convert poz. So, now I am still turned on to play with poz guys any chance I get.

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Early 1990s: I remember the police used to show up at The Greyhound in Colnbrook (gay pub/club near Heathrow, long since closed) and make a big show of recording the car number-plates in the car park. They used to do this at many of the gay pubs in the suburbs. We think it was to match them with cars parked at known cruising spots. Everyone exiting the venue and getting into a car would get breath-tested. Around the same time I encountered (and was chased) by two policemen on horses at Hampstead Heath. Since it was dark I managed to lose them where there were some dense holly bushes and went back to the car park at jack straws castle to find there was a van load of police there and they were questioning people. I crept back to the holly bushes and waited until they left at dawn. My car had "Police aware" stickers stuck to the window when I got back to it.

I heard that a park nearby was cruisy and I had never done that before. I wanted to broaden my sexual horizons so I decided to give it a try. I cleaned out, lubed up and grabbed a handful of condoms. I would try to suck all the cock I could find and maybe get fucked also. Being a newbie I was worried I might have a hard time figuring out how to do it. Turned out it was pretty easy. After walking around a bit I caught the eye of a young guy about my age. He was husky, like a football player and very obvious. He grabbed his crotch lewdly and gestured for me to follow him. Two minutes later we were off in the trees with his dick down my throat. I was very excited and knew better than to touch my cock. I concentrated on blowing my new 'friend'. I discovered he liked his balls licked and sucked so I spent a great deal of time slobbering on them while I jacked his meat. His groans and words of encouragement had me wild with need to taste his seed. When it came it was a gusher. The first volley went across my cheek but I managed to catch the rest in my mouth. He let me nurse his deflating erection siphoning out every bit of cum. With a 'thanks buddy' he stuffed his business back where it belonged, zipped up and wandered off. I was still on my knees savoring the jizz on my tongue when a voice startled the hell out out me. "That was hot. Want a taste of this?" Twenty feet away was a man leaning against a tree stroking a mouth watering cock. This guy was the polar opposite of the football player; rangy, rough looking with a hint of menace in his countenance, probably 20 years older than me. But his smile was friendly enough, a bit mischievous. I nodded eagerly. This cruising business was easy as fuck. He wouldn't let me get to work right away. Teasing my lips he pulled away if I tried to take him in my mouth. I had to let him smear pre-cum across my cheeks only getting a tiny taste if I darted out my tongue. He gave me a few playful slaps with his rod. "Tell me how bad you want to suck my cock," he demanded. "Real fuckin' bad," I pleaded. "Please let me suck you." He continued to tease me and then relented on one condition. "You can suck me first if I can fuck you after." I had my condoms so immediately agreed to his condition. His cock was unlike any of the few I had encountered before. It was so gnarled and veiny it was like some sort of wildly ribbed dildo. It was a topographical sensation for my tongue as I explored every surface. At one point I thought he might be pissing his pre-cum was leaking out so fast. I was lost in cocksucking revelry of a truly amazing specimen of male anatomy when he broke in with a demand for me to drop trou and bend over. I acceded immediately knowing his cock would feel amazing in my ass. But first I fished out a condom and handed it to him believing in my naivety that it would be expected. I learned differently later on but for now he merely gave me an odd look, shrugged and rolled the latex over his meat. His cock did feel good and I had to wonder how much better if would feel without the protective barrier. While he fucked me he noted how much he would like to watch me suck cock. I agreed that would be fun so we halted our activity to go find a third. The park was quiet though. Except for a couple walking a dog there was no dick to be found. My new friend asked my if had ever cruised the other end of the park by the overpass, its where the homeless men hung out. I ventured to suggest blowing homeless guys might be kind of gross. He waved off my concern, "Nah they are clean enough and horny as fuck. You will get all the dick you can manage". I liked the sound of that but will they use a condom if I want one to fuck me I asked. "Those guys are so desperate for a willing hole to fuck they will do whatever you say." Again my dick over-ruled my thinking brain and my inexperience silenced any warning bells. We walked to the other end of the park and entered the shrubby expanse where there were signs of homeless camps, litter, abandoned luggage etc. He found a spot to his liking directly under the overpass near a stained and tattered twin mattress. "Okay," he said, "let me have that ass." I quickly pushed down my shorts again handed him a condom. He 'suited' up and off we went. He was right about the men. Very soon a noise to my right alerted me to two guys approaching the scene. Both had their cocks out. My friend offered up my mouth. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that I opened up and accepted the flacid cock into my mouth but was pleasantly surprised at his taste. He was not fresh by any definition of the word but neither was he smelly or rancid, a bit stale is what I would say. Of course they looked every bit homeless and fairly disreputable. More men showed up and soon they were taking turns fucking my throat. I was lost in a ecstasy of cock lust and if some of the men were less than clean tasting I soldiered on taking them as they came. My mouth became dry and one of the men noticed. He pulled a bottle of Coke out of the pocket of his cargo pants and offered it to me. I gratefully drank ignoring a bitter aftertaste. There was still some left and he encouraged me to finish it off. I did so and went back to sucking his dick. My friend was still fucking me. At one point he pulled out allowing another man to finger my hole. There was laughter over some comment I could not hear. When he pushed his rod back into my hole I reached back to feel that the condom was still in place. I did not realize in the short interval when I was being fingered he had torn the condom from its ring and merely put that back on around the base of his dick. All I knew was that suddenly his cock felt truly amazing. It lit up my hole! And something else was happening also. I was feeling very different, horny as fuck but my skin tingled and my consciousness felt altered somehow. One of the homeless men expressed interest in fucking me. My friend stepped aside. I still had the frame of mind to mention a condom. Everybody laughed. I was not with it enough to realize what was going on. My friend merely handed the new guy the condom ring off his cock so that again when I felt him I thought the condom was in place. I was on fire though, everything felt amazing, the cocks in my ass, the cocks in my mouth. I was floating on a cloud of sex. And then the homeless guy in my ass shot his load. Even in my drug induced euphoria I knew something bad was happening. When he stepped aside I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. It was slick and leaky. I pushed two fingers inside and cum gushed out. What the fuck?! That was more than one load. I didn't even realize both guys had cum. My friend slapped my hand away. I protested that I did not have unprotected sex. That elicited more laughter from the group of men that surrounded me. How many were there. Things were foggy. "Of course not," was the reply. He fingered my hole. I felt a sting, was he putting something in my ass? He put his lips next to my ear and a shudder of pleasure shivered through my body as his scruff scraped against my cheek. "Don't worry buddy, " he reassured me, " I am going to take real good care of you, you are going to have the time of your life." "You will use the condoms then," I asked meekly. He frowned then gestured to one of the men to mount me. "No buddy, you are going to take every one of these worthless fucks cock and every one of them is going to breed you. Its what you need." I started to cry, to plead. Not for them to stop fucking me. Oh no, I still wanted cock but I could not let go of my safe sex mentality even though I had already been bred twice or maybe more. I was confused. Already a fat guy with long greasy hair was balls deep in my hole. He grunted like a pig and smelled like bacon grease. I made one last feeble effort to pull away and search for a condom. Strong hands forced me still. The condoms disappeared. "You belong to us now pal. you need to relax or things might get a little rough for you." I was still crying but barely struggling, my limbs felt like they were in quicksand. The guy with the Coke held a small brown bottle to my nose. I knew they were poppers but had never had any. "This will make you feel better man. Just take a good long snort and all your problems will go away." He wasn't wrong. I was too far gone not to do what I was told. He closed one nostril and I inhaled deeply. He ordered me to do it again and then a third time. I was in heaven. A long low groan, fatty was unloading and a new cock replaced the spent one. When he paused I backed up on it eagerly. "I think he wants it," was the comment. Laughter. I begged him to fuck me, breed me, make me his bitch. My words were cut off as a cock was pushed down my throat. Whatever had been pushed up my ass was in full effect and I was nothing but two holes to be used. Didn't matter to me how clean, ugly, gap toothed, foul breathed or disgusting the men were I wanted their cocks and their loads. My friend was there through it all, encouraging the fucking, the breeding, taking up the slack when my ass was empty. Cum ran down my legs, splattered my hair. I came back to reality at one point. I was tied to the mattress somehow, ass up, face rammed into the piss stained mattress. Men were still taking turns on my ass. One of them men expressed the need for a rim job. I was released from my bonds only to be turned over and pushed back down. A hairy hole was pressed onto my mouth and I was ordered to get busy. I parted his greasy curls with my tongue delving deep for the tender inside flesh of his anus. He moaned as he ground his ass on my face. I couldn't get enough. My legs were raised and a truly enormous cock was rammed balls deep into my hole. I yelled in pain though it was muffled by the asshole pressing brutally down on my face. The fucking was like no other that I had experienced. The drugs were starting to wear off and I longed for another hit of poppers. The guy on my face stood so the guy in my hole could own me completely. It was a huge black man with a face like squashed jack o' lantern. He leered grotesquely as he punished my hole with his freakishly large manhood. I could do nothing but grit my teeth and hold on silently begging for it to be over. I must have passed out. The startling feeling of fresh piss hitting my face revived me. Several of the men were relieving themselves. I was ordered to open my mouth and stupidly I obeyed. Very quickly I was soaked head to toe. The men shook the last drops off their cocks and wandered off. Dazed I looked around for my clothes. I did manage to find my torn and piss soaked shorts. Before I could put them on I had to squat and push out the cum and piss that bloated my insides. It ran down my legs in torrents and I did not bother to wipe it off before putting on my shorts. Feebly I made my way to my car and home. I did not bother to shower before crawling in bed. The taste of ass and cum was still on my lips, my hole felt raw and gaping, the dried cum on my skin flaked onto the sheets. I masterbated furiously as I remembered the events of the evening. My cum shot arched over my shoulder to hit my face and pillow. It continued to drool and pool in my belly button. I dreamed of returning to the park.

Over the next few days I fell into a bit of a rhythm, getting tatted each morning, resting in the afternoon, and then taking toxic loads wherever and whenever Gus and Steve decided in the evenings. Sometimes locations and positions had to be changed to allow for minimal issues with my fresh ink, but what remained consistent is that while I was getting pounded I would only be wearing the jockstrap, the big new chain, and maybe some form of footwear. After a few days I was taken back to the piercing place to get the studs replaced with big chunky hoops, after which I was moved on to a salon to get my hair cut and shaved into a new style that just screamed "slut" when I finally saw the reflection. Eventually all the main ink work was done, and just in time too as I started to feel a bit rough. Guessing what was coming, Gus and Steve packed up what things I had at their place and drove me back to Aiden and Peter's apartment. I was welcomed back with big smiles and a lot of appreciation for my new look, before being ushered into bed. What followed I later learned was the 'fuck flu', and I felt about as bad as I had ever done. I was never entirely with it, but was occasionally aware of one or more of the guys being beside me and looking after me. I'm not even sure how many days it went on for, but finally the symptoms passed and I was able to get up and leave the bedroom. Aiden then took me to a clinic to get tested to confirm that I had now converted, before driving me back to Irwin's tattoo parlour to get the final part of the work done. That evening as I sat back at Peter and Aidan's place, trying not to fidget with the big biohazard sign adorning my right pec, they finally told me that I had been sick for so long that I had actually missed my flight home. They reassured me that they had sorted things for the time being with Home Affairs and that I hadn't gone AWOL somewhere in the country, but advised me to call my family and explain. It was then that I found myself wondering whether I really wanted to go back. Some of this was the fear of what might happen when everyone saw me, but by then I was also feeling like maybe I belonged in Sydney. I suspected Jurgen had been the one to buy me the big chain, and I sort of had an itching inside to explore that a bit more as I did really like the guy. I loved being somewhere so sunny, where I could wear a minimal amount and show off both my body and my new ink. I had grown really fond of Aiden and Peter, and actually felt a lot of warmth towards Gus and Steve. These guys all really knew me, accepted me for who I was, and had helped me to get there myself. Back home no-one did, and I suspected not one of my friends would understand or be able to get on board with it. I'd have to start over, in the grey drabness of Brexit Britain. After an evening of quietly contemplating all this, the next morning I spoke to Aiden about it. Being a lawyer, I thought he might know a bit more about whether it was even a possibility for me to stay if that's what I decided I wanted to do. It turns out they had been talking about whether to ask me if I would consider staying, and had even done the legwork on finding out how it might work. To cut a long story short, one filled with many conversations with my baffled family and a lot of red tape, I enrolled at the University of New South Wales after arranging a transfer of the place I had been offered at the University of Nottingham back in the UK. I stayed on in Australia under a student visa that allowed me to work, and got a job as a barista in a trendy coffee shop that seemed to appreciate having staff who were inked and pierced. I moved in with Jurgen, initially just taking a small box room he had for a notional rent, but in reality sleeping with him in his room each night as our relationship blossomed into something loving. He had indeed been the secret admirer who had bought me the chain, and over time he added to my collection with big chunky bracelets that I wore on each wrist. I tried to resist his spending on me, but in truth he earned an absolute fortune as a property developer while having few desires of his own other than what I could offer him in companionship. It was a bit of a sugar daddy relationship, but I eventually realised I loved him and certainly never took any of it for granted. I did make some friends at the university, particularly through an LGBTQ group, while also continuing to spend a lot of time with Peter and Aiden, Gus and Steve, and variously with all of their friends. Jurgen and I were not exclusive, and indeed he seemed to greatly enjoy watching other men fuck me, so there were regular parties that I would spend most of on my back or my hands and knees. I mostly stayed on meds, but occasionally would take a break from them when Gus and Steve had found another guy who wanted to be taken on a journey. Those were the only men for whom I would perform as a top, otherwise remaining a true cumdump bottom. After graduating I was able to arrange the necessary permits to stay in Australia and work, allowing me to really get into the world of coffee that I had found a bit of a passion for while working as a barista. I joined the team at a new start-up that eventually grew into a very successful roastery, and led on the opening of its first shop in Surry Hills a couple of years later. It didn't hurt that some of the delivery drivers I had hired happened to be guys I had recognised from various cruising spots I had been whored out in, giving me a regular supply of both coffee cups and toxic cum. About two years after I had graduated, I got an email from Jason, one of my old school friends back in London. I had largely lost contact with them all, other than through the sort of relationship you maintain on Facebook with people you don't really know anymore, so it was a bit of surprise when he reached out to me. He had joined his dad's business straight out of uni, was being sent to Sydney for six months to work on a project, and wanted to reconnect with me (I assumed so that he would have at least one person he knew in the city, not that he was modest enough to say so). I didn't reply immediately, as I hadn't actually got around to coming out to any of them, and assumed that my parents (who had visited during my third year at uni) wouldn't have said anything to them after they left the city in such a state of shame and disgust at who I had become. However, I eventually got back to him, let him know I would be happy to see him, that I was gay and in a relationship, and wasn't quite the person he once knew. He then took a few days to reply, but eventually did and still seemed to want to meet up. And so it was, a couple of weeks later he called me after he had arrived and got over the jet lag, keen to go out for a beer. I had pretty strong butterflies as I headed to the bar we had agreed to meet at, but felt a surge of self-confidence when I saw him do a clear double-take at his first sight of me as I walked towards his table. "Fucking hell James" he exclaimed as I got to the table. "What the fuck happened to you?" I smiled and winked as I sat down. "Told you I'd changed a bit" I said, clanking my big bracelets down on the table. "Fuck me" he replied, scanning my tatted arms, as well as the upper part of the biohazard that was visible thanks to my choice of a tight black low-cut tank top. "Your parents said you looked a bit different, but I had no fucking idea it was like this." I shrugged and picked up the bar menu that was on the table. "What else did they tell you?" I asked, not making eye contact. "Nothing" he replied, "they didn't seem to want to talk very much." "Figures" I muttered, recalling their faces when they too had first seen me. "And you're gay now" Jason said. "Yep" I replied, making and maintaining eye contact with him. "How did that happen?" he asked, before checking himself. "I mean, were you always or was it just..." "Just when I got spit-roasted on a beach?" I finished, causing him to flinch a little and look down, leading to a short uncomfortable silence. "You what?" he eventually asked, looking back up at me. "As I said" I replied, shrugging but not breaking eye contact. "The family gifted me a few nights at some posh resort up north, met a couple of guys there, ended up in bed with them, and the rest is history. Wasn't gay before, just maybe a bit curious, and now I'm all about the cock." I hadn't necessarily planned to be as direct and crass as I was being, maybe it was some sort of defence mechanism, but to be fair to Jason he was rolling with the punches. "You are, huh?" he said, smiling. "Never would have thought of you like that, but each to their own." We sat looking at each other for a few moments, before somehow moving past my revelations and lapsing into our old conversational style. Fortunately this was without some of the attempts to impress with macho bullshit that I had known Jason for in days gone by, and although he still came across as a bit cocky, it was familiar and comfortable and I ended up having quite a good evening with him. We talked about our families, lives now, our time at uni, what everyone else we mutually knew was up to, and so on. "So" he said, as we started to wind down towards the end of the night, "would it be OK if I met this sugar daddy boyfriend of yours." I must have been visibly a little startled that he was wanting to see more of this other life I now had. "I mean, I don't know anyone else here" he continued, "and I'd like to hang out with you again so I should probably get to know your other half." "Er, yeah, sure" I replied. "I mean, you could come over for dinner, or drinks, or something. There's fucking awesome views from our terrace." "That would be nice" he said. "Got to meet this guy who turned the school stud into someone who is "all about the cock."" He winked as he said that. "Well actually it wasn't..." I started, before stopping. "Never mind. OK, sure, I'll text you once I've spoken to him." We wrapped up shortly after, and I got up to head out. However, as I was walking away I briefly turned back to see Jason's gaze firmly fixed on me, with a wistful sort of expression on his face. I realised then that things could be about to take an interesting turn...

I awoke later in the day while it was still light outside, and spent a few confused moments wondering where I was. However, as I noticed the leather accessories I was still wearing and the ache in my rear end, it all came flooding back to me. Yes, I had really spent the night in a dingy warehouse sex club, taking load after load of toxic cum. My stomach churned at the thought, and yet my dick started to harden again. I lay in the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as I processed everything in my head. Although it hadn't entered my mind since I had arrived in Sydney and resumed my role as Peter and Aidan's personal cumdump, I now knew that all prospects for going back to my old life were gone. I was never again going to be the popular, hunky, athletic jock with a string of girlfriends and female suitors. I was never again going to be the alpha. But, I found myself wondering, did I really care? Was that ever who I actually wanted to be? Sure, I loved being athletic and sporty, and I seemed to be both comfortable and happy making lots of friends and being popular. However, maybe the girlfriends thing was me just playing a role. Maybe my ever-present curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man indicated that it was really a suppressed desire. The willingness with which I had submitted in the Whitsundays, the cock hunger I had exhibited as I made my way around the country, and the peace and calm I had felt while living with the guys in their apartment and taking several loads a day all seemed to indicate that my true nature had now been found. After realising that I could still be the popular sporty guy if I wanted, but just one who lived a different kind of life to all the colour-by-numbers types who normally inhabited that role, I felt at peace and ready to face whatever the rest of the day was going to hold. I therefore hauled myself out of the bed, opened the door and wandered off to see what the rest of this house was like and who exactly the two kind-faced gents were who had brought me back here after participating in my gang-pozzing. As it happened there didn't seem to be anyone about, but I found a note that had been left for me on a table by the front door. I was invited to make myself comfortable, eat or drink anything I wanted from the kitchen, and get myself cleaned up in the guest shower room by the back door whenever I fancied. A loose-fitting pair of shorts and a tank top had been left for me in there, so after having a couple of glasses of water I took up their offer and had a long, hot shower. Sensing that it was expected of me, I also detached the shower head and used the hose to get my innards cleaned out. Once all dried off and dressed in the clothes they had left, I made my way out into their little back garden to smoke a cigarette from the pack that had been left with the note. I was sat at a chair in the kitchen eating some scrambled eggs on toast I had made when the two guys came back from wherever they had been, about half an hour after I had got up. They were both shorter than me and a bit chubby, with a range of tattoos visible on their limbs and each sporting a significant piercing or two. The one with a big nose ring introduced himself as Gus, while his partner with the chunky hoop earrings told me he was called Steve. They told me they were friends of Peter and Aidan's, and had been hearing about me since the other two had got back from Queenslands. "I hope you're feeling well rested" said Gus, "you have a long night ahead of you." "Yes sir" I replied, sensing I should maybe adopt the submissive role. "Good boy" said Steve, "it's right that you should know your place now." "Yes sir" I replied again. "What will I be doing tonight?" "Tonight, boy, you're going alfresco" said Gus. "Alfresco?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Steve. "There's a special place by the river where you'll be the star attraction tonight." "We've put a couple of little bootie calls out for you" said Gus, "and there will be plenty of others passing by who will want a piece of you." I looked between them, and then down at the floor. "Sir...will they all be pozzing me?" I asked. Gus laughed. "I can't vouch for all of them boy, but the guys we've invited along are definitely very toxic." "Plus you'll get a few more loads from each of us, and we practically have AIDS" laughed Steve. I visibly winced at that last comment, while continuing to stare at the floor. "Don't be scared boy" said Gus, coming over to me and rubbing my back. "From what Pete and Aid have told us, this is who you are meant to be. But that doesn't mean you can't go on meds when we've finally converted you, just like they have. You can be a perfectly normal, healthy jock, who just happens to be a poz cumdump." I nodded again. "Thank you sir" I said quietly. "I think that's what I want." "OK, good" said Steve. "Well, we'll focus on getting you pozzed, and then Pete and Aid can talk to you about the rest before you go home." Despite all this talk of me knowingly and deliberately catching this disease, their comforting words seemed to sort out the muddle in my head, at least temporarily. We then spent the next couple of hours sat in the garden chatting, smoking, eating and drinking, and I found that I actually really liked the pair of them. I was actually feeling grateful that I got to be taken care of by them during this journey I was on. Once night had fallen they decided we better get ready, which involved little for me other than another clean-out and then putting back on the leather jockstrap from last night to wear under the loose shorts. Gus and Steve changed completely so that they were back in leathers, and then they proceeded to spray me from head to toe with insect repellent. "We want you pozzed, not eaten alive" said Gus as he rubbed the stuff up my inner thighs. "You'll also want to get some of this inside you" said Steve, handing me a tube of lube. "Once the guys get started on you later, you'll only have their loads to lube you." I duly squirted some out and rubbed it into my hole, then pulled my shorts back up and slipped the tube into one of the pockets. I then put on a pair of flip-flops Gus threw on the floor for me, and headed out the door with them into what appeared to be a quiet suburb. This time they walked me to fairly conservative looking car rather than the van they'd brought me home in last time, meaning I got to enjoy the view out the window as we drove. Sitting in the back seat I was also able to quietly finger and loosen myself up, adding more of the lube to really get myself ready. I didn't know Sydney enough to recognise anything for quite a while, so was still just as in the dark about where their house was as I had been the night before. However, at some point we were suddenly close to a big stadium that I realised meant we had reached the former Olympic Park, and from there it was only a bit more driving into increasingly quiet areas before we stopped at a giant, deserted car park and got out. From there it was a bit of a trek through some trees and fields until we arrived at a spot near the water that seemed to be completely secluded, with the only people around being three guys who seemed to be waiting for our arrival. "Here he is boys" announced Gus, as he and Steve led me towards an old mattress that had a large barrel standing next to it. "Get him over the barrel" one of the men said, which resulted in Steve urging me towards it. We stopped just in front of it, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, encouraging me to step out of them. He left the tank top on me, and I bent forward to rest my hands on the barrel. "OK boys" said Steve, "get to pozzing!" So my night truly began...

One of my best buds got started sucking his uncle like that. His uncle was about 16 and horny and hot as fuck. They played till my bud was 19 when he moved in with a gay couple. He started sleeping with his granddad and getting fucked by him when he was around 11 too. The granddad started his uncle early. Runs in the family.

can someone tell me what the banned word is? it's bugging me when I keep see the phrase

Quick stop at bookstore tonight. I went in just wanting some head, but ended up fucking. I couldn't help it- there was a chubby short cub with a bushy black beard and thick eyebrows, and I instantly needed to fuck his ass. He was standing alone, so I walked right over and started chatting. He was friendly, had a sexy deep voice, and once I let me him how sexy he was and that I love to be a dad to guys younger than me, he was really interested. We kissed a while, then moved to a darker area where I pulled my cock out for him to suck. I love seeing it disappear into a hairy mouth. Before I came I pulled him back up so I could kiss him, and undid his jeans and started working his cock. It was soaked with precum, maybe 5" but thick as fuck with a big head. I moved to his ass and asked him if he was going to give his hairy hole to dad. He laughed a bit but I keep rubbing his crack and he just moaned as I held him. Finally I guided him to a bench, had him bend over and I began rubbing my cock right on his hole, spreading my poz precum all around. I gently worked his hole open, and slid inside smoothly. As I fucked him, he moaned and made such sexy noises it was hard to not cum fast, but I managed to last about 10 minutes before unloading in his ass. He heard me coming, and jerked his cock til he came about 20 seconds after I did. I pulled out and sat on the bench, and he pulled his pants up and sat down beside me. He said he hasn't came that hard before, probably because he'd never been fucked before. I asked him if he was serious, and he said he was, that I had popped his cherry. I told him I was honored, and asked if he would like a second go at it, but he was worried he might have some 'bathroom' issues if I fucked him again . I laughed and told him I knew what he meant. I gave him my number. I jerked off soon as I got home, thinking about how hot it was that his first load he took was my 5 day poz load.

When I was in my late 20’s / early 30’s I’d spend my summers posting adds on CL for an ANON CUM DUMP taking loads. I’d tell them I was in my back yard lying ass up on a chaise longe. The side gate would be unlocked and they could enter the backyard from the street. I was living in Central Phoenix at the time and never any shortage of dick. I’d do this a few hours in the morning , Take a break, Start again in the afternoon and finish up late evening. One day I must have had 12-15 guys answer that add. That was probably 15-20 years ago or so and definitely couldn’t do that now. I’m thinking that may have been the same summer I was a service technician for a local pool builder. I was also the service dispatcher and I’d ride all ovef the valley in that van and if someone needed to pound some ass and was enroute to a customer I’d stop and service them too. Fuck that was fun. Would love to be able to relive that all ovef again.,

As others have said, barebacking is the only way - yes I do wish I had started earlier, but as the meds we have now weren't available then, it's probably just as well that I was 'safe' earlier. So now it's simply a matter of making up for lost time - getting as much raw sex as possible, whenever possible. And yes - NO condoms now, EVER....

I've not been counting, but if I've not reached 1000 yet I must be close. Cum is so addictive (especially POZ cum lol!) that I can't stop. not that I ever will stop. I'll just keep bending over and offering my man-cunt to any man who wants to breed me!

The first time a guy ever pissed in me I wasn't expecting it. We'd set up an anonymous breed and go where he came in and found me naked and ass up ready for his cock and load. This particular guy liked for me to pretend to be drugged/asleep. I knew he had cum from his sigh and spasming cock buried deep in my hole. I expected he'd get up and leave, but he just stayed there. After a bit I could feel his cock kind of twitching and then I started to feel kinda warm and full and realized what he was doing. At first I was startled, but just as instantly got totally turned on by it. He pissed for sometime, and not just little spurts, this guy had some pressure and I could feel it going in. After he was done, he pulled out without spilling a drop (he was deep when pissing), dressed and left. I held it for quite awhile, but when I let it out there was easily more than a liter. Something else that is really hot is my piss took on his scent when I pissed later. The piss goes into the colon where fluids are absorbed. it is so fucking hot, wish I could find more guys who can do this.