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Most days I don’t post because it’s just a guy getting off inside me. Today was a little different. I went to the video store and walked around a little with the old men that are permanent fixtures. I was about to leave when I saw a handsome guy younger than myself giving me the eye. He walked into a booth and wanted me to follow. I went inside and put money in and he immediately pinned me to the wall and started kissing me. He was a really good kisser and very masculine which I find hot. He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me down to his cock that I gladly pulled out of his pants. I put it in my mouth and started to make love to it. Kissing it and sucking on it putting my tongue in the piss slit. My usual tricks. It tasted so good and I could feel his masculinity oozing out of him. I looked up for his approval while nursing his big meat and he told me to open my mouth. He spit in my mouth which only turned me on even more. I was fingering my pussy and he seemed to like that. He slapped me across the face and I thanked him. He asked me what I wanted and I instinctively said I wanted him to breed me. He said he wanted to do that but wanted a third first. He put his dick away and left the booth in search of another to join. I continued to finger myself and watch the porn playing. A few minutes later he came back the a man that was older than me and handsome. He pulled out his cock and the first guy guided my head down to suck him hard. I did and could taste that his cock must have been in ass already by the familiar taste. I went back and fourth between both cocks for a while getting slaps and hair pulling by guy number one. He then pulls me up and turns me around bending me over to suck guy two again. I feel his big cock pushing at my pussy hard. Before I could help guide him in he pushed all the way in hard. I Had not been fucked today so it took me a few seconds to adjust. I went back to sucking guy2 off and guy one was fucking me like I was the last pussy he was ever going to have. It wasn’t long before I could feel him picking up pace and getting ready to breed me. He called me a dirty cunt or something as he was letting loose inside me. I just kept sucking guy 2 and felt guy one pull out. He wiped his used cock on my shirt and left. Guy 2 said he can’t cum from getting sucked and said he needed to use me. I spin around and he slid inside me. He didn’t last long and he dumped a second load in me. He wiped his cock off on my shirt as well and left the booth. All in all it was a nice day.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I’m not going to give away where exactly this happened. Small town Italy, the guy probably is closeted and flying as far under the radar as possible. Just picture a hot sunny summer day, a sleepy little small town square, and me – hungry and thirsty from a long, tough morning of cycling the hilly countryside – settling down at an outdoor table of a sidewalk café for lunch – a café which is more than half empty. The server soon set me up with some food, a glass of wine, and a big bottle of water. I was halfway done with my meal when something happened that made my neck swivel very quickly. That’s when this Italian wet dream man walked slowly right past my table into the indoor bar area. Classic Italian good looks – olive skin, curly black hair, lean hard body, clearly visible through a skin-tight t-shirt and a pair of hip-hugging pants that looked painted on. The bulge was enticing, the butt downright tempting. My dick twitched in my cycle shorts and started to grow with just that one glance. But first things first, I was still thirsty and hungry. And anyway, he didn’t reappear after he slipped inside. Probably busy knocking back a drink and flirting with the girl who had waited on me. I finished eating, and as I was sipping the last of the water, he appeared again at the far door and lit a cigarette. As he took his first puff, his eyes locked with mine. To anyone else watching, it might have appeared innocent, but there was no way I could mistake the gesture as he slid his hand down and adjusted himself in his tight pants. I waited about 30 seconds, and then oh-so-casually got up and sauntered inside to find the toilet. Inside the tiny men’s room, I peeled down my bike shorts and pulled out my growing dick. A bit difficult to piss with what I had in mind, but I managed to get the stream going all right. Then the door opened, and he was standing right beside me, pulling his meat out and looking down at mine as he began to piss. I waited no longer. I put my hand on his butt and gave it a squeeze. He smiled at me and licked his lips. After we both finished pissing, he grabbed my hand and wrote an address on it – then left the men’s room quickly. I adjusted myself as best I could, went out to pay my bill, and then grabbed my phone and looked him up. Just 2 blocks away, and I hopped on my bike and shot over there – coming around the corner just as he reached the door and turned to see me rolling up. He was waiting to let me into the old building, and to lead me up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor up. All the way I was feasting my eyes on that beautiful ass that I was about to make my own. As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, he pushed right up against me and ground his crotch against mine as he mashed his mouth onto my face and thrust his tongue between my lips. Man, this Italian guy was hot as a firecracker and really ready to take me on! I reached around, grabbed his ass and began kneading it through his tight pants. I could actually feel his dick getting bigger and harder against mine with each beat of his pulse. He dropped to his knees and forced his face into the bulge in my shorts. He soon had my dick leaking a steady stream of precum, my juice soaking into the material of my shorts. But it was time for me to get a taste of him. I reached under his armpits and pulled him up again. In no time, I had his t-shirt off and his pants undone, and then bent him over and forced my face into his tight butt crack, my tongue probing for his hole. The musky scent from deep inside his ass made my cock jump again and again. I tore myself away from him, peeled my cycling jersey up and over my head, and my bib shorts down to the floor so I could kick them off. Then back into his crack I dove. I pushed him down onto the sofa on all fours and really went to town on his tight hole, until I had him moaning and squealing with each thrust of my tongue. Then, my favourite moment: the moment when a good bottom’s hole suddenly relaxes and blooms, ready for my big tool to fix whatever’s wrong inside there. I stood up, spit on his hole once and my hand twice, stroked my cock with it, and then nudged the bare tip against his tight ass and began to lean on him. He dropped right down onto his belly and lifted his ass into the air, all in one second, and the head of my hard cock popped inside his hole like magic. He moaned even louder and began trying to back up onto me. I leaned; he pushed. In next to no time, I felt my low-hanging balls come to rest against his taint, and knew I was all the way into him – 8½ inches of all the way. I’d love to tell you all about how I ravaged his ass for three hours and dumped sixteen loads inside him, but that would be stretching the truth even more than my big meat was stretching his hole. This guy was so tight that it felt like I had taken his cherry, but his talented stroking of my cock with his muscles made it plain that he had been there more than a few times and knew just how to make a top feel good. It took me only seconds to work up from the first slow in-and-out motions to the point where I was pounding his hole furiously, my balls slapping hard against him, and his loud moaning and inarticulate cries were driving me at top speed towards the finish line. All at once, I felt the regular rhythm of his ass muscles deteriorate into uncontrolled spasms – which quickly yanked my load up out of my balls and sent it rocketing into his colon, at the same time as his sperm spurted out all over his sofa. I was nowhere near finished, and neither was he. I lay flat on top of him as my breathing returned to normal, but his ass went right back to milking me and kept my dick rock-hard in his hole. Before long, I started slowly pumping again and his moans and sighs of satisfaction said it all, from his point of view. Having come once, fast, I was now ready for a longer session. I stroked him deep and shallow, going from teasing his ring with the head to plumbing the depths with the whole shaft. I fucked fast; I fucked slow. I took him through all the basic positions, and a few extras that didn’t get into many of the sex manuals. From time to time, I shot some more spit onto my dick to keep the fun going. After about half an hour of this second fuck, he began panting and I knew he was close to coming. So I rolled him onto his back, picked up the speed, concentrated on the warm feel of my own seed around my cockhead inside his slick channel, and in just a few more seconds I was ready to shoot. I started to warn him, and got as far as shouting, “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna…” when his cock lifted off his belly and machine-gunned his face and chest with shot after shot of his mancream. That sight set me off (it always does) and I blasted a second load of my fuckjuices deep into his guts. We lay there kissing and cuddling for another half hour or so, and then I got up, dressed and left. We did exchange phone numbers and names, but I honestly never expected to see Franco again. Fast forward two weeks. End of my holiday, I went for a few days of R & R at Sitges before heading home to get back to the grind. The day I arrived, I was lying out on the beach, grabbing some rays, when I felt a shadow fall across me. I opened my eyes and looked up. The long, lean body of the guy looking down at me was familiar, the tiny, tight speedo grabbing my attention at first. Then I took a second look and recognized Franco. I pulled off my mirrored shades and watched as his face lit up. Ten minutes later we were back in my room, his speedo was on the floor, mine was already wet with precum, and my face was buried deep in that tempting ass again. My R & R turned out to be not so restful or relaxing after all. We spent the next 4 days together, most of it “together.” That’s when I planted the other 14 loads far up inside his tight, hot fuckhole – not to mention several more loads of sperm that I pumped into his mouth and down his throat.

Met up with this guy today that I've seen on scruff and Adam. Latin guy, looks like a nice cock, profile says he likes oral, top, and only with condoms. Was supposed to be a non-sexual encounter, but it didn't take long for me to realize he was rock hard while we were talking. Sucked him at least half an hour, he keeps feeling my ass and asks if I want to get fucked. I bend over for him, no talk of condoms, he puts his cock in me and pounds my hole. Did some ATM a couple times, and ended up with a nice load from him. Guy had some stamina!

The other night at my boat. Long term fuck bud who loves outdoor fucking came over after work (it was late) and I met him on the dock in a jockstrap and t-shirt. He said I want to fuck you on the picnic table on the dock. He bent me over the end of the table and fucked the hell out of me. For a long time, too - exposed at the end of a dock with boats right next to us, marinas on either side, and condo balconies above us. Went to sleep with my new buttplug in me. It was ripe the next day when I pushed it out. Love that smell.

During the pandemic regular FB's seem to have have disappeared. Some even removed their profile from apps/sites. Sunday I was in serious heat and decided to make a round of hitting up past FB's with a regular "Hey, how's it going" type of message. Some didn't respond, a few sent back a lame text. I decided to hit up a guy who I had seen recently. We met at the first sex party I went to weeks ago when restirctions were lifted. He had fucked me a few times there and then gave me a few loads when he went home with me afterwards. Asked if he wanted to meet again some time. Half an hour later he responded with a "how about now?". We played for almost two hours with a few breaks. Fucked me in every position you can think of. Managed to pump three loads in my ass. And then squirted again on my face when I cleaned him up. Fuck! Just what I needed! He left with a "See you soon". Yes!

I think it's pretty shallow if a guy wont date a person who is HIV+....A guy is more than just his HIV, I know a guy that wont even talk to guys that are HIV+ he asks the question are you clean? I think that is totally rude to associate a person who is HIV+ as unclean...Especially when he doesnt even know how the person contracted HIV it could have been a blood transfusion years ago.... In the gay community there is so much judging that I feel we are our worst enemy.....I would be open to dating a guy who is HIV+ in fact I prefer someone who is poz as he at least knows his status where as a lot of neg guys really dont know their status.

I met Jessica at the bar, I could tell she was a little shy and lacked confidence, but she had splendid features and a smoking body. I started hitting on her, her friends told her to stay away from me but once I got her attention, she had little choice. I soon had her coming over to my place and it did not take me long to get her into bed and to take her virginity. Over the course of the next few weeks, I would fuck her daily and then send her home. This was all part of her training, slut training. I only used her after work and after I came inside her I would send her home. I had plans for her this Friday and asked her to go on a date. She quickly said yes, and Friday she came over and let me breed her and then she went home to get ready for our date. I told her to come back at 9 PM and just before at 8:55 she arrived. She was all dressed up and when she entered, I told her I had a surprise for her and have her a lace teddy. I had her strip and put it on and then blindfolded her and lead her to the bedroom leaving her pretty dress on the floor. When we got to the bedroom, I helped her on the bed and positioned her on the bed with her legs open and she was leaning back where I could hold her and whisper in her ear. I played with her breast and told her how beautiful she was. On time the tall white guy I found online came over and let himself in and he walked into the bedroom in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and I could tell from his expression he was pleased. She noticed we were not alone but before she could say anything I turned her head and kissed her while the tall guy who had pulled his shirt off climbed up on the bed and pulled her panties aside and began to eat her little cunt. She tensed up but soon came which made her relax. I could tell she was uncomfortable, yet she wanted to please me. He continued to eat her out and then he pulled up and got off the bed and undressed and out spang his thick 9-inch dick. The guy was average looking but once he was undressed, he revealed a tight body and a huge dick. I whispered in Jessica’s hear and told her that my friend is going to fuck you now. I am going to leave you two alone. Show him what a hot fuck you are, she started to speak but I kissed her and motioned for the tall guy to come over and I brough her head over to his dick and guided it into her mouth and waiting till she started sucking that big dick. I watched at the door while she sucked his dick, and he began to moan and then he pulled out of her mouth and brough her up and he leaned down and kissed her. He made out with her while he slipped her out of her teddy and then he began to finger bang her and she came again. I left at this point and went into the other room an watched the video camera I had set up. He soon had her on her back, and he was fucking her while he made out with her, and I could her moaning and even screaming some. I know it must have felt great and hurt all at the same time and after twenty minutes he came inside her and then got up and he dressed and left. I went in and held her a few minutes and then told her she should go home and come back tomorrow like normal. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she dressed and left like a good little slut she was becoming. She arrived on Saturday at 3 PM her usual time and I kissed her at the door and told her to undress. She did and I blindfolded her and led her to the bedroom where the tall guy and another guy I got off the internet were there. The second guy was 5’11 180, muscled with dark hair and a fat 8” dick. The tall guy jumped right in and began to kiss her, and I lifted her leg and put it on the bed giving the dark-haired guy room to slide in and eat her pussy. I left the room and watch again while they began to use her. They soon helped her on the bed and I hard her come while she was sucking the tall guy’s dick and the dark shorter one was eating and fingering her. He then pressed he fat dick at her wet pussy and began to fuck her and ten minutes later he shot his first load inside her. He pulled out and tall go in and fucked her for another fifteen minutes and shot his load inside her. They both ended up shooting two loads in her and then they both left. I left her in the room by herself to see what she would do, and she just rubbed her clit and soon came. I came in and told her it was time to go, and she pulled the blindfold off and I kissed her goodbye before she left. I text her an address on the way home and told her to meet me her tomorrow at 3. She said she would and that she loved me, and I told her I loved her too. Now be a good girl for me tomorrow. She arrived right on time; I text here to come to the door. She rang the door, and the tall guy answered the door. This was the first time seeing him, she had been blindfolded every other time. He asked her in and then handed her a note. I had given him an envelope for Jessica. Babe, I am tied up, it said. Taylor here is your date for tonight. He had plans for you! Be a good girl for me. The tall guy leaned down and kissed her and began to undress her. He led her to the bedroom and pushed her to her knees and had her suck his big dick. He let me set up a webcam so I could watch as he started to fuck her throat and she would gag and try to swallow him as he called her a dirty little whore. He used her mouth like this for twenty minutes while she gagged and slobbered all over his huge dick. The then pulled out and put her on the bed and ate her out for a few minutes till she came and then he began to fuck her. He fucked her for twenty minutes and then shot his gigantic load inside her. He pulled out and told her to stay just like that, her legs spread eagle on the bed. She looked so hot like that, then he got out his phone and began to text a few guys. The first to arrive was a young guy who lived down the street. He got there in four minutes and walked right into the bedroom after letting himself in. He was a tall skinny guy, blond and attractive and he quickly undressed, and I am sure his dick had to be 10 inches but on his thin body it looked like 12 inches. He ate her cummy hole and then got up and slide his huge cock inside her and fucked her for nine minutes and shot inside her. He looked at the host and said thank you, Brandon the tall guy told him to go grab something to drink and as he left the room the door opened and in came an older good looking Latin guy. He came in and undressed and jacked his uncut thick 7.5-inch dick and then got on the bed and rubbed it on her clit and began to fuck Jessica and fifteen minutes later he shot his load inside her. He called her a couple names in Spanish and got dressed and left. I could see that Jessica was starting to feel bad about being used like this and I text Bandon to get back in the bedroom and help her be a good little slut. Brandon went back in, and Jessica had covered her pussy and tits with a pillow and had started to cry. Brandon got on the bed, held her, and told her how beautiful she was and that she should not cover herself up. He grabbed the pillow and leaned in and kissed her as he placed his hand on her body feeling her all over. She began to moan, and he pinched her nipple. He played with her for another ten minutes and told her how much he liked her and wanted her to be his. She told him she liked him too. He then began to rub her clit and finger her and she soon came again. The next guy had arrived, and the young stud showed him to the room and they both entered. The hung young guys was in shorts and the muscled red head pulled his clothes off and his dick was 7 inches soft and grew to 9.5 and thick. He went over to Jessica and fed her his cock and she grabbed it started to suck him once Brandon encouraged her. Red was rough and fucked her mouth. Brandon started to leave but stayed to keep her compliant. Brandon told her what a good girl she was and hot she looked sucking that big dick as the hot young guy ate her pussy and Jessica soon came hard. After she came the young man fucked her again and shot in ten minutes hearing Jessica gag and choke and Red telling her she was a whore that needed training. After he shot, he got up and left and Brandon followed and left Red alone with Jessica. Once the guys were out of the room, Red pulled Jessica off his dick and choked her and told her she better learn how to suck dick and quick. He let go of her throat and she gasped for air. He then grabbed her and positioned her head off the bed and told her to open her fucking mouth. He proceeded to slide his dick in and fuck her throat and she gagged and chocked for the next ten minutes and finally Red was able to long dick her down her throat and he fucked her throat for another two minutes and then let her up for air. He then pushed her head back down and fucked her throat for another five minutes and again she gasp for air. He turned her around and spread her legs and shoved his big dick inside her and piston fucked her hard and she screamed and came while he was destroying her cunt and twenty minutes later, he came inside her. He grabbed her again and fucked her throat and made her clean off his cummy dick as he fingered her cunt with four fingers and then he fucked her one last time and shot another load inside her. Once he finished, he got dressed and told her she was one of the worst whores he had ever fucked but with his help she would improve. You will have another lesson soon and he turned and walked out of the room. Brandon saw both the young guy and Red out and then went in to check on Jessica. She seemed to be in shock, Brandon on the bed and held her and told her what a good girl she was and how amazing she was, and she cried and feel asleep in his arms. Hours later she awoke to Brandon fucking her nice and slow and making her feel amazing yet sore from that brutal fuck from Red. He came inside her and then he told her it was time to go. Brandon made a show of kissing her and telling her she was so beautiful in front of the cam before letting her out the front door. I text Jessica and tell her she was making Brandon fall hard. She sent a smile back and asked when she could see me. I told her I would be back in a few days and to go to Brandon’s every day till I am back. She text back a sad face and I text her that I loved her, and she should be a good girl for Brandon.

I had been to one bath house which was over an hour away from where I lived in upstate New York. A friend and I decided to go there after a night of clubbing and drinking. Our timing sucked as the steam room and sauna didn't work and the pool was closed No wonder it was dead. We both got rooms and after an hour of not a soul being there, I crashed. I smoked weed from time to time and experimented with coke briefly - which I hated the drip and I never understood the hype. Tried mushrooms and even did a drop once - that was a trip - pardon the pun. Several years later, I moved to Fort Lauderdale with my job. My best friend had moved there a month before, also with his job. it was the first night I had arrived when my best bud introduced me to Tina. He said it was not like anything else out there and I would especially like it being a bottom. He said that I would get eaten up as new meat - even in Fort "bottomdale". He wanted to take me to the Eagle, telling me it would be a good time and he loved it there - the dark and back rooms were his playground. Before we went out, we did a couple bumps. It did make me feel horned up, energized, and lowered my inhibitions. I was no where near as sexually adventurous as my bud and kinda shy. I didn't have a lot of sexual experience either as I spent most of my time at my job. I swam, rode my bike, some landscaping, and lots of squats. I kept mysekf in pretty good shape, toned, mostly smooth (shaved butt and balls), 5'4", nice arms and legs, bubble butt, and nips that were ultra sensitive. Short cropped hair, green eyes, 7" cut dick. Been told I was " humpy". I loved wearing jock straps as they accented my butt, legs, and stomach. The Eagle was very different than any place I had been before. My bud disappeared into a dark room as you walked into the place and came out smiling and saying there were a lot of hotties back there. He then ushered us to the back of the bar where there was a back room like section. I said I would wait at the bar and get us drinks. "More for me then!" I was no doubt feeling horned up. I was also was a bit paranoid wondering if my being high was noticable. My bud returned to the bar and said he apologized but needed to leave - was hooking up with some guy. We downed our drinks and left the bar - my butt was grabbed a couple times and my nips were tweaked as well - though I never saw from who. I got home and with my new found energy unpacked just about everything by noon the next day, and had pretty much set up my place later that evening. My focus was then to my horniness. I took a shower and cleaned out - a normal thing for me to do. Always ready but seldom taken. As I showered though, I noticed how heightened my own touch to my body felt. Like hypersensitive. My dick grew and my butt felt in a way needy. It was weird. I dried off and reached in the drawer for some shorts when instead I pulled out a jockstrap. My dick filled some as I thought about it, then pulled it on. Standing in front of the mirror, my skin still wet, I began rubbing my chest, fingering my nips, groping my crotch while gyrating my hips. I turned around and looked at my back and butt in the mirror, then grabbed one cheek then the next and pulled them apart. Bending over, I could see my hole. The fucking phone rang from the entrance gate. I went and picked it up. It was my bud - he was at the gate - and needed to be buzzed in. I did so, then put on a pair of shorts and then answered the door. My bud came in and was blown away at all I had done, then went on about his night and sex play. As he spoke, we had moved to the kitchen and he pulled out his stash box, a baggie and straw. "Looks like all you need to do is get dressed after we do a little T and we can be off to the Eagle again. This time I won't be such a shitty tour guide" he said. We snorted two large lines each and I felt waves of heat, growing hornier and hotter every second. "Let's see what you got to wear", he said as he flew into the bedroom. He immediately saw a pair of black work boots and pulled them out, followed by a pair of Levi's that were pretty torn up and had a tear in the butt area, and then a black wife beater. " There you go! Put this all on and I'll get another set of lines for us." Dressed, I went out to the kitchen where we did two more smaller lines and out the door we went. I was feeling really good. Horned up as fuck. When we got to the Eagle, as before, my bed headed into the dark room to the left - and I was pulled right in there with him. It was odd - but hot. The room was packed with guys walking in both directions feeling their way through. My bud pulled me to the side against the wall and we stopped. He said just to stand there for a moment and see what happens. In seconds I hear him say, " oh, yeah. That's right. Suck my fuckin dick". I couldn't see anything. Hands suddenly groped my crotch, another set massaging my ass, and yet another set rubbing my chest and nips. I began sweating as I moaned. I could feel my jeans being undone and being pushed down. My jock pulled aside and my dick, now hard, being swallowed to the root. My shirt was being pulled up over my head and then I felt my hole being explored first with a finger. Then a pair of hands began to push me forward as the fingers were replaced with a tongue. I blew my load down the one guys throat just then. I called out my buds name and there was no response. I then pulled away from the group, pulled up my jeans, and walked through the room. At the end was my bud, standing there wuth 2 drinks and smiling from ear to ear. "Didn't want to interrupt you back there! Looks like you could use a drink!" We then chatted, caught up with each other and commented on the many hot guys there. Time had flew by and the bar was closing. We headed out to my buds truck where we did a couple more lines. "You got to check out the bath houses here. Got 2 of them. One we call the Hilton, the other just club 2. Both can be fun, but club 2 is usually a bit more raunchy. It's smaller, and hit and miss just like everywhere else.". He dropped me off at home, slipping me a baggie as I got out of his truck. As I had already told myself I would grab a few things and check out club 2, the added T was a bonus I was spun a bit, but kept myself as normal as I could. I was also nervous being my first time there. The attendant was, to be honest, not at all my tupe, very much older, but very friendly in a non sexual way. I got a room, got naked, kept my black work boots on with socks, wrapped my towel around my waist, and began to explore the space checking everything and everyone out. Once I had the lay of the land down, I took off my socks and boots and headed to the shower to clean up and re-check myself. The bathhouse was not very busy. I thought that odd being a Saturday night and a holiday weekend. No one was in the shower area and I saw maybe 3 guys. I took my time in the group shower area, which you could see anyone that might use the hot tub, sauna or steam room. Not a soul. I headed back to my room. The attendant was checking rooms and saw me, had a huge smile, and greeted me like I had known him forever. We started talking about all sorts of shit in the hallway outside my room. My nervousness faded away as my towel once wrapped around my waist ended up over my shoulder. A few guys walked past us looking like they just arrived. A couple of them looked pretty hot, and turned back to look towards us as they walked by. I began to feel like this could be a hot time.

Hi guys. I'm Christopher. I'm 18 years old and finished high school today. There are no two ways around it, I am a geek, a nerd. Up until now if my nose wasn't in a book studying I was busy in the debating club or practicing in the band room. Not something cool like the drums, or trumpet or a sexy saxophone. No, I'm a geeky oboe player. I've never had the time or even interest to date girls. I've been too shy and frightened to explore guys or anything sexual for that matter. My nerdiness extends to being a computer geek. But most of that time has been consumed with playing dungeons and dragons type games on the family desk top in our basement wreck room. I did stumble across porn a few times but was so afraid someone would see me or notice what had been opened through the browser that I moved on and deleted the browser history as fast as I could. That was until last night! Yesterday my parents gave me my very own laptop. I'll be going away to university in the fall and they wanted me to have the summer to get used to it. The moment I saw the beautifully wrapped package and ripped off the paper I felt this deep inner surge of excitement. I immediately vowed to myself I was going to be more adventurous and courageous. I excused myself, went straight to my room, locked the door and stripped naked. I had already sprung a boner and loved the feeling of my erect eight inches hanging heavy. I rustled through my underwear drawer determined to put on my sexiest pair only to remember all I have are boring white briefs. For the first time in my life I said to myself 'fuck it'. I pulled on my oldest most comfortable blue jeans commando. Looking through my tshirts I realized how good my naked chest and abdomen felt. I looked in the mirror and traced down my treasure trove, unbuttoned the top of my jeans and fondled my still hard cock. Every part of my body smiled and my inner voice said 'Ready.' Opening and booting the laptop I worried that somehow others on the family internet would be able to see what I was browsing. A slight breeze grazed my left nipple, my cock jumped and for the second time I thought, 'fuck it, I'm not living in fear anymore.' I opened the browser and typed in Gay Porn. The next five hours flew by in a visual orgy of gay sex and furious wanking. I had never experienced such powerful orgasms and after the fourth realized just how angry red and soar my penis was. For another first I slept naked and every dream I was in the middle of vivid hot sex. I awoke with a start at 6:30 AM with my cock blasting forth from my wet dream. Checking the weather I uncharacteristically pulled on my khaki shorts, commando and stretched the neck of my loosest fitting tshirt before pulling it on. Liking the loose neck the sleaves just didn't feel right. So I pulled it off and cut them off leaving deep openings like the one worn by the porn star before his bareback public bathroom scene that I found so hot last night. My mom looked a bit taken aback as I headed out for my last day of school but she didn't say anything. Some of my friends teased me, but liberation and confidence had fully taken hold and their comments only egged on my cavalier attitude. In all my years of schooling a day had never dragged so slowly. All I could think about was getting home to my new computer and being awash in gay porn. I was totally surprised to find myself taking a much longer route home when the final bell rang. I didn't even really know where I was headed, it was as if a powerful magnet was pulling me in a direction I had no choice but to go. A direction that had me smiling all over and my cock tenting my shorts. I found myself locking my bike to a tree and taking a path into a woods beside a big parking lot with only a few cars. The deeper into the woods I went the more adrenaline pumped through my body. I began seeing less traveled paths branching left and right, as well as some well trampled areas with used Kleenex and condoms strewn around. I met an old grey haired man coming toward me. He smiled and stroked his crotch. I panicked,looked away and bolted past him. I decided to try a well used path that veered down into a ravine. I followed it for 100 feet and came to a sudden hault. I couldn't believe my eyes. Ahead, just off the trail, was a bent over gorgeous hunk of a man bracing himself against a sturdy tree. A fit looking middle aged man was fucking him. I had suddenly walked into one of the porn videos from last night but this was live in front of me. The guy getting fucked was my image of perfection. About 25 years old, nicely muscled, olive skin and hairy body. His face was handsome with a strong jaw and closely trimmed beard. It showed he was clearly enjoying every bit of the pounding his ass was receiving. They had not noticed my arrival even though I was close enough to hear every slap of his ass and both their ragged breathing. The top was first to speak. "I'm close. Where do you want this load." Bottom; "In my ass of course." My thoughts; 'Wait, are they fucking bareback?' Top, "Are you sure? I'm poz." My mind; 'Fuck! They are fucking raw.' Bottom; "Yeah man, especially if you're toxic." Top; "Then you're either already poz or on Prep?" Bottom; "No fuckin way man! Just breed me, knock me up. I want your load in my gut, even if you're undetectable." Top; "No meds here bud. ... so close ...That's why I scratched you prepin your dumb ass ... argh, fuuuuuuccck ... loadin yah. " Bottom; "Fuck yeah man! Seed me deep! Poz my ass!"

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Last night with my boy, Drew and my buddy, Steve. After an hour of ass eating and cocksucking, Drew lay on the bed face down. I mounted him and went balls deep up my boy's hole. Steve mounted me and ripped my hole wide open. He's got a massive cock and he's a ruff cocksman. He pounded my hard which made me thrust into Drew. I shot first and had to endure at least 10 more minutes of Steve wrecking my hole. He finally creamed my ass and rolled off. Drew got on top of me and shoved his cock up my gaping asshiole. He fucked me and mixed his sperm with Steve's. I fukkin luv being a cum hole for those two

Visiting Palm Springs. Got fucked a bred last night by a nice guy whom I suspect lives a straight life on the regular. He was staying in Joshua Tree park and just came to CCBC for sex. Nice guy - very passionate and kissed me a lot. I was very dominant so I totally took a sub role and he fucked my mouth and then my ass and almost made love to me. It was very hot. Then he said do you want me to fuck you some more or can I shoot my load in you. I said I want your load. It was fucking awesome. Showered and went to sleep.

GreaT sTory! Hope you will conTinue! Clubhouse II is lots of fun - haven't been there in awhile, so I'm glad to hear it's still open. Never failed to fuck or get fucked when i was there. Not always the most attractive crowd, but if you're into nasTy, raw, kinky, raunchy chem-fueled sex... you won't be disappointed! i always got the FFA room - it was at the end of the hallway (so, lots of traffic) and it had eyebolts in the ceiling to hang your sling (which i always broughT).

That is why we need everyone to patronize the ones that are left so they do not close too. The apps will never be able to replace the bathhouse experience!

I love to deep breed ur Hungary hole.

We should all have friends this good!!!

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.

I change my undies as often as I change my mind: Never! 🙃 Actually, I'll usually put on a clean pair each day to go to work, but I'll strip as soon as I get home. Later, if I need to run out to the store or do something that requires clothes, I have no problem grabbing a pair from the laundry basket since most of the stuff in there has only been worn for a few hours. Underwear has three basic functions: it absorbs sweat / moderates body temperature, prevents chafing, and supports jiggly bits. As for preferences, I prefer cotton, and usually wear briefs, bikini briefs, or trunks. Not a fan of boxers. Also, I usually buy black undies because I'm too lazy to separate whites and all my clothes can go in one load.

Right on time Jess made it to Brandon’s place and again he guided her into his place and took off all her clothes and kissed her, took her into the bedroom, and had her give him oral and then he ate her out making her cum again and then fucked her and gave her the first load of the day. The next guy was an older guy white with a fat dick. He was hairy and his bush was salt and pepper. He pulled her up out of bed and made her suck his fat soft dick till he was rock hard and then he pushed her up on the bed and spread her legs and slowly spread her pussy with his fat dick and fucked her for twenty minutes and came in her. He got dressed slowly and Jess pulled her legs together while he was, and he grabbed her left leg and pulled her leg open and then rubbed her clit and she started to moan and cum started to lead out of her cunt. He did not let her cum, he stopped and scooped up the cum and took it to her lips and told her to open and he fed her the cum. Good little whore, eat my cum just before he turned and walked out. Next two young guys Brandon found online. The came in and stripped and each was sporting eight inches and they used her and fucked her, first spit roaster her and then DVP. They both came with their dick logged inside her. They high fived after they pulled out and both got dressed and left. Neither of them saying anything to Jess. Brandon came in to check on Jess and held her. She seemed a little sad, he told her what a great girl she was and that she was beautiful, and he kissed her and brought a smile to her face. There was a knock at the door, and it was Red with a bud from work. He introduced Brandon and then told his bud Amad to get his whore. Amad went in and he come over to Jess and smiled at her and she smiled back, and he felt her tight abdominal muscles and her tits and then he grabbed her neck and began to choke her. He was no longer smiling, he asked Jessica if she was going to be a good whore. She could not talk or even breath. He said I did not hear an answer, he held her neck tighter and then he said blink once for yes and twice for now. She blinked once and he let off her neck and she gasped for air. He then undressed reveling a huge dark penis, Amad worked his hands down between her legs and slide two fingers inside her. He held them there while he pressed his dick into her mouth. He grabbed Jess’s head and fucked her face while he slide another finger inside her. He fingered her and while she was gagging on his dick she came, and he slide another finger inside her. She was whimpering all over his dick as he stretched her cunt and banged her pussy with his fingers and more and more of his hand. He was close to getting his hand inside her when he pulled out of her mouth and flipped her around and helped her onto her knees, pushed her head down and then put the sheet over her head and slide in her wet pussy and fucked her hard for ten minutes and shot inside her. He pulled out and slide four fingers inside her and worked his fist around and she screamed when he pressed hard and slide inside her cunt. He fisted her until she came again and then pulled out and told her to stay just like that. He got dressed and Red came in and he showed him her pussy and Red slide two and then three fingers inside her and soon he had all four inside her and he pressed hard and his larger hand had trouble getting in but finally went in with some twisting and force and she screamed again and he let her get used to it and then moved his hand around till she came and he pulled out and then helped her up and to the bathroom where he gave her an enema and made her sit on the toilet while he fucked her throat and then helped her to the bedroom where he fucked her ass for twenty minutes and shot his load inside her. When finished he pushed her to the side and cleaned up and got dressed. He told her she was a better whore today then yesterday; you are getting better slut. Then he slapped her on the ass and walked out. Brandon can in and took her to the shower and got in with her and cleaned her up and once they were out and both dried off, he helped her in bed and spooned her until eh was rock hard and then he lubed up and slide in her ass and fucked her like the two had before and shot his load in her ass and they both fell asleep. He fucked her once more in the middle of the night and then when they woke up in the morning he told her she should get going but to be back at 3 PM today.

Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me. Randy and Seth each grabbed an arm while two guys I didn't know grabbed my legs. I was carried out of the room, down the hall and into another (much larger) room and placed in the sling. My wrist and ankles were placed in restraints that were attached to the chains of the sling, I was not going anywhere. Then one of the guys that had my legs got between my legs and shoved his cock inside my hole. I then had Seth and Randy on either side of me placing a piece of rubber on both biceps. They each had a syringe in hand and after wiping each arm with alcohol stuck me with the needle. I watched as each point was emptied into my vein. The bands were removed from my arms, I felt a strong need to cough as I felt my heart begin to race. I then heard a loud ringing in my ears and couldn't see clearly. All I felt was a hunger in my hole. It was at this point I lost track of time. I wasn't sure how many guys fucked me until I started to come down. I didn't even know what day it was or how long I had been at the bathhouse. All I knew was that I was still with Seth and Randy. I later found out I had been in the bathhouse for 2 days, had been fucked by every guy in the place and taken somewhere near 60 loads. It was Monday morning as Seth and Randy helped me get dressed. When I got home I found there information in my pocket with a link to their profiles and one to video that was shot while I was in the sling. I almost got sick to my stomach when I read on their BBRT profiles that they were HIV+. When I watched the video I got turned on and hard as steel. I'll never forget getting more then I bargained for on my first trip to the baths.

The journey to the life I now lead began on my 19th birthday, in the tropical setting of the Whitsunday Islands in Australia. I was there for my gap year before university, and while I was mostly staying in cheap hostels on my trip, my family had paid for me to stay for a few nights at a luxury resort in the Whitsundays for my birthday. At the time I would rather they had just given me the money, but hey. I had arrived relatively late one night, and after the best sleep of my trip so far, I had spent the day relaxing by the pool and on the beach, taking full advantage of the free food and drink at the all-inclusive resort. That evening, as I sat by the pool and sipped on the champagne cocktail I had chosen to splash out a bit of extra cash to buy to celebrate my birthday, I kept noticing a couple of guys eyeing me up. They looked to be in their 40s or maybe early 50s, they were both pretty rugged and muscled, and the matching rings they wore suggested they were a couple. They would look away when I caught their eye, but each time their gaze would fall on me again shortly after. It was clear they were interested in me, and the longer this went on and the more of the cocktail I drank, the more fervent the butterflies in my stomach got. I was the popular kid at school. Tall, athletic, and apparently good looking based on the interest girls showed in me. My involvement in virtually every sport going, as well as a regime of training at the gym from the age of 16, had given me a great body that I continued to work on in Australia, even though I had to make do with lifting rocks at the beach rather than working out in an actual weight room. My time in the sun Down Under had also resulted in a nice tan all over, and I continued to shave much of my body hair to remain smooth and allow my muscles to really shine. My normally dark blond hair had lightened under the sun, and I kept it short and simply styled. I had lost my virginity at 15, and had a steady stream of girlfriends until I left for Australia. Indeed, I had also hooked up with quite a few women on my trip. However, I did have a curiosity about guys too. Not a longing or desire as such, but I did occasionally wonder what it would be like to be with a man. As the older couple continued to leer at me, and the alcohol loosened my inhibitions, I decided to see where this would go so I could perhaps satisfy that curiosity. To cut a not particularly long story short, before the day was out I was on my hands and knees on their bed, experiencing my first spitroast. The two guys, Aidan and Peter, were energetic and just the right amount of aggressive in their regular alternation between my front and back ends, such that I was rarely without both their sizeable cocks inside me. I loved it, and got to enjoy taking several loads from each of them up my arse and down my throat before dawn broke. For the remainder of my time in the Whitsundays I served as their cumdump. We spent almost all our time together, and I got to know them as kind and generous guys who had had to get creative with their sex lives given they were a pair of pure tops who had happened to fall hopelessly in love with one another. I, meanwhile, explored this new-found passion I had for bottoming, and was basically open to anything they wanted to show me. Double-fucking, bondage, fisting – you name it, we did it. They had travelled to the islands prepared for whatever they found, meaning I could be fully inducted into the ways of mansex with all the supplies you would ever need. We parted ways when my stay at the resort came to an end but with a promise that I would give them a call when I arrived in Sydney, which I had decided would be the city I stayed in for a longer period to find some work and earn some money before I set off on my travels again. Sure enough, a few weeks later I got in touch with them as I prepared to leave Melbourne, and was pleased when they insisted I save money on a hostel by staying with them for a bit. It wasn’t said directly but clearly implied that my rent would be paid with my holes, which I was absolutely fine with. Despite not being entirely sure about myself after I left the islands, and continuing to sort of believe I'd get a girlfriend back in the UK at some point, I soon found that I had an almost unquenchable desire to be fucked again. I had therefore been happily taking cock across the country as I travelled around, using hook-up apps, bars and even the odd public park as my means of meeting men. Despite being barebacked by Peter and Aidan, I had played safe thereafter and made every guy who got inside me use a condom. I wasn’t to know that I would never use one again as I boarded the bus to Sydney. I ended up staying with them for several months, occasionally going off travelling for a couple of weeks at a time, but otherwise working in a couple of shops, hitting the gym regularly, taking in all the entertainment and amenities Sydney had to offer, and then getting loaded up at night. Aidan and Peter enjoyed hosting parties, and I was soon one of the attractions on offer in their luxury apartment when their friends came to visit, often donning a skimpy waiter’s outfit over my increasingly muscular frame to notionally serve drinks and canapes to their guests but actually more so there was something for the various male visitors to rip off. For some reason I never asked anyone to use condoms, trusting in Peter and Aidan to look out for me. I even gained a sort of boyfriend in their close friend Jurgen, a Swedish ex-pat who lived nearby and had always been a regular dinner guest, and who now borrowed me on regular occasions to spend the night with him. In essence, I had become a very happy and well looked after manwhore. However, it was all too quickly the end of my time in Australia. Given the fun I was having and the money I was earning, I decided to cancel my plans to head over to New Zealand for a month and instead just stay in Sydney longer and then head straight back to the UK from there in August, prior to starting my university degree in late September. A couple of weeks before I left for the long journey home, Aidan and Peter let me know that they had organised a very special party for me to see me off, which I would ‘never forget’. They were tight-lipped on the detail, but I had to promise to keep myself free for the weekend, and be fully clean and ready by 8pm on the Friday so the festivities could begin. Friday evening came around, and at 8pm on the dot Aidan and Peter arrived home carrying a couple of shopping bags. They ordered me to strip, and then gradually tossed me bits of gear from the bags to get dressed into. By the end of it, I was standing before them in big heavy black leather boots, a tight-fitting pair of leather chaps, a black leather jock, a multi-strap leather harness, and a fat padded leather collar with red trim and matching cuffs. They seemed pretty happy, and I had to admit I loved the look too, mentally adding “leather fetish” to the list of things I was finding out about myself. We left the apartment and headed to their BMW in the basement car park, from where Aidan drove us for some time to an industrial area. We left the main roads and entered the back alleys, and eventually parked up behind what looked like a warehouse. There were a few men hanging around outside the door smoking, some in bits of leather but others dressed more casually, and they all turned and looked as I emerged from the car and walked with Aidan and Peter towards them, sizing me up and down as I approached. “This the boy, Pete?” asked one of them as we got closer. “Yes, ready and waiting” Peter replied. “Cool” said the man. “Get him inside and then you can be on your way.” I turned my head to Peter as Aidan urged me forward to the door. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Where are you two going?” “We’ll explain inside” Peter replied, not making eye contact with me. I had been nervously excited on the drive over, but now just felt exclusively nervous as the night seemed to be taking a bit of an unexpected turn. However, I trusted the two of them, so allowed them to lead me through the door and into the building, which was dimly lit and seemed to be deserted. They led me across an empty warehouse space and through another door, beyond which I could hear some low thumping music and lots of muffled male voices. Aidan closed that door behind me, and then they stopped and turned to face me. “What’s going on?” I asked again. “Well boy, this is how it is” Aidan replied. “You are a cumdump. A natural. You didn’t know it before you met us, but there’s no going back, is there?” I shook my head after a pause. “So” continued Peter, “tonight we’re helping you to complete your transformation to what you really are.” “The guys here tonight will be taking care of your needs for the next few days” said Aidan, “and then we’ll take care of you before you go home to London and start living your life the way you’re meant to.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice slightly high and shaky. “It means, boy” replied Peter, “that you need to be free of any constraints so you can get that perfect arse of yours fucked by anyone and everyone.” “It means” continued Aidan, “that you will be taking loads tonight that will change you forever, and for the better.” It started to dawn on me what they were talking about, and I felt a sinking feeling replace the nerves. Peter and Aidan were intending to get me pozzed. “You understand, don’t you boy?” said Peter. I looked down and nodded. “Yes sir” I replied, referring to him in a way I had only previously done during some evenings of role play. “I think you want it” said Peter, “and I know you need it.” After a pause I nodded again, saying nothing. My heart was kind of breaking, and yet I couldn’t deny that my cock was rapidly hardening in the confines of the leather jock. This didn’t go unnoticed. “Thought so” said Aidan. “We’ve known a lot of cumdumps over the years, and can always tell which ones just need a little push to give themselves over to their true nature. You, boy, are a classic case.” I just stood there looking at my feet, my mind seemingly both racing while also going blank. I knew I could just get out of there and stop this, but somehow I also knew I would be seeing this through. “What you don’t know is that we’re both undetectable” said Peter. “In fact, pretty much everyone who’s fucked you in this city is.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means that we’re all on meds and shooting blanks” said Aidan. “The guys in here tonight are the exact opposite, and you won’t be leaving here until you’re riddled with the bug.” “But this is your last chance” said Peter. “If you want to back out now then we’ll take you home.” When I said nothing, Peter smiled and patted me on the back, before turning and pressing a button on the wall. Moments later, another door opened and the corridor we were standing in filled with noise. I stood and looked towards it, until Aidan gently pushed me in that direction. However, this time they didn’t come with me, and as I approached the door I turned to look at them. “Have fun, boy” Peter said. “When you’re ready your bed will be waiting for you.” I nodded, then then turned towards the door and walked through.

He guys! Here's a continuation of my first story, Pozzing Jeff. The first entry is also an entry in the "Tell me a story, PArt 2" thread. This will be a story I continue off and on. Enjoy the first part! ------- Jeff's Conquests Ch. 1 Bens POV I was boned the entire drive to Jeff's place. He said he had a surprise for me, although I couldn't for the life of me think of what it was. My thoughts were interrupted I approached his house and pulled into his driveway. At the same moment my phone buzzed. 'Good timing', I thought to myself. There was a text message on my phone which read <<Just walk in as soon as you get here. Dont worry about knocking >> I smiled walking to his door. I quickly shut it behind me before turning around and getting a view of the interior. The wet spot on my jeans doubled in size. Jeff's head was rolled back on the headrest with his arms outstretched along the back of the couch. He had his knees wide, allowing the slim twink with the brown spiked hair better access to his rock hard cock. He had slipped it out of his jeans and the slut was bobbing up and down on it like a pro. I slowly made my way over and took a seat next to him. He looked up and smiled at me with that look only some one in the throws of ecstasy can make. I smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and out tongues danced for a few minutes before he pulled back. “I was afraid we had scared you off,” I admitted. “Well, for the first two days you did. I kept going over it in my mind. I was so conflicted. I was so horny, yet so scared.” “So what happened?” I asked. He leaned back up, gave me a quick kiss and answered "Well, I got sick. Not terribly, but enough to know what was happening. You see, the whole time I obsessed over it, I never got around to getting to the doctor,” he said with a smile. "Officially I got the news yesterday.” I leaned down, gave him a sloppy kiss, and murmured “Fuck baby, that's so hot. You're carrying my strain.” “Fuck yeah I am. I was so boned in the doctor's office. By the time I got back to the car my briefs were soaked with precum.” “Damn, that's fuckin' hot, babe. You on meds yet?” “Not yet. Not sure if or when I will go on them.” “Great," I grunted, asking “so, who is this beautiful cocksucking slut?” “This is Andrew. Andrew, this is Ben.” Andrew paused, looked over at me, and without saying a word, unzipped my pants, although before he took my cock in his mouth, he did murmur “Pleased to meet you.” “Fuck,” I moaned. His mouth was like silk. I let him work my cock for a few minutes before turning back to Jeff and asking “How'd you two meet?” “Breeding Zone. He saw a comment I left on a story and messaged me. We made arrangements for tonight, and the rest, as they say, is history. I didn't tell him about you until you walked in.” “Fucking hot. Holy fuck that mouth is so hot. I was edging at home, and boy, he's got me fuckin close.” Andrew pulled off my cock and slowly jerked me, giving me a broad smile of self satisfaction, only to comment “We can't have that. Your load needs to go somewhere else.” I looked back at him, returned his smile and asked “You know what you're getting into?” “Fuck yeah. My boyfriend has fantasized about getting me pozzed. Figured it was time to surprise him,” he answered, matching my smile. “Fucking hell that's hot!” I exclaimed as I leaned down and kissed him, cuffing him lightly as I praised him saying “Good boy.” Jeff leaned over to whisper in my ear while Andrew returned to his cock. A smile quickly spread across my face as I got up, took my pants off and left the room. I was back in less than a minute after finding what I was looking for. I got on the floor behind Andrew and lowered his pants. Fuck his ass was beautiful. He was thin, but beautifully sculpted. His ass was perfect, round and tight, and his cheeks parted ever so slightly, allowing me a peak at the prize just beyond. I couldn't help myself and leaned in and pressed my tongue from bottom to top, causing him to push back against my face and to moan around Jeff's dick. Jeff in the meantime threw his head back against the couch. I spent about twenty minutes eating the slut's hole. He was having a difficult time sucking dick while trying to fuck himself on my tongue. I could feel how tight he was; I could barely get my tongue any deeper than his opening. Both of our dicks were leaving a pool of precum on the floor. Pulling back I admired his hole. He was thin and hairless, his tight hole was glistening and peaking back at me. I grabbed the Elbow Grease (I'll need to tell Jeff it's my favourite) and applied some to Andrew's hole. He may have looked tight, but my finger slid in easily, and in no time, another slipped in beside. The slut was ready. I pulled out the toothbrush that Jeff had me grab and slowly slid it into Andrew's hole. He grunted and looked back at me. I pulled out the brush and showed him, explaining “Relax baby,” as I reinserted the brush, adding “We're just getting you ready to accept our seed.” He pushed his ass back towards me and returned to Jeff's dick. For ten minutes I slowly worked that brush in and out of him. He grunted in pain a few times, but for the most part he moaned in genuine pleasure. In no time the bristles were a light shade of pink, and I knew he was ready. For that matter, so to was I - or so the large pool of precum on the floor under my cock seemed to indicate. “Looks like you're ready, slut,” I said, showing him the brush. “Jeff, would you like to to he honours?” “Fuck yeah!” “Remember to savour it. This is the first time your cock has been in an ass since converting. This your first poz cock, boy?” “Yes sir. I've never been so turned on!” “Good boy. Why don't you climb on top of Jeff? I think it's time for you to get pozzed up.” I didn't need to say anymore as Andrew slowly got up, removed the balance of his clothing and climbed up on the couch. Jeff in the mean time lubed his cock and was holding it straight up, primed to take Andrew's poz cherry. Jeff was leaking like a faucet. More than I was in fact. I understood how he was feeling. This is his first ass after learning he was poz, and even more exciting was the fact that the hole was neg and wanted his poz cock. Andrew straddled Jeff and slowly began to impale himself on his cock. I sat back on a chair opposite them and jerked myself watching them. Both threw their heads back amd moaned as Andrew made his way to the base of Jeff's cock. Andrew remained motionless for a moment before slowly starting to rise up on the rock hard piece of flesh inside him before slowly dropping back down. I couldnt help but think how hot it would be for Andrew to have a biohazard sign tattooed on his lower back. Fuck my cock was so sore! “Fuck Jeff your cock is so big!” “You like that cock, faggot? That's a real man's cock fucking you.” "Hell, fuck yes, Sir. Poz my ass, please?” "Yeah you want my toxic seed? I'm almost there, faggot. You sure you want it?” "Oh fuck yes! I need it so bad! Please poz me up! I need your HIV!” “Ugh, fuck, here it cums! Fuck your ass is so tight! Ugh, ugh, ugh, fucking take it!” And with that Jeff started to unload into Andrew. I could see his hole quiver from my seat, and I could see the spasms of his cock as he fired off his potent seed into the willing slut. I needed a piece of that! “Oh fuck I can feel it!” exclaimed Andrew as he came to rest on Jeff's thighs. He leaned down and kissed before slowly getting off and laying on the couch next to his breeder. He had that blissed out well fucked expression on his face. I couldn't take it anymore and got up. “You ready for another poz cock?” I asked, my hard cock pointing the way. “I'm not sure. He really fucked me good!” “Too bad. You got me all worked up and I need to breed. Get on the floor, I've got a potent load for you as well. “Yes Sir!” Andrew saluted before getting off the couch. “How do you want me?” “On your knees, face down, ass up.” He assumed what I think of as the perfect cumdump position. There was a light ring of cum around his hairless ass, and as I was lined-up my cock to his hole, a small drop of Jeff's seed escaped. “Fuck your hole is so beautiful. I cant wait to destroy it!” I remarked as I slid balls deep into him. “Fuck me! I need it so bad!” “I'm not going to last long! I've been on edge for hours!” “Give it to me! Poz me up!" “Fuck, stud, here it cums! Take my toxic seed!” With that I slammed into his ass and unloaded my two day load. “Fuck!” Andrew screamed and I felt his hole clamp down on my cock. I knew what was happening. Jeff did the same thing when I first unloaded into him. The slut was cumming. After a minute to catch my breath, I slowly pulled out of Andrew. A torrent of cum poured out of his ass. Jeff appeared with the same butt plug I gave to him the night we destroyed his ass. He slid it into Andrew. “Keep that in for as long as you can. And when you get the fuck flu call me!” “Will do!” We slowly got dressed and chatted for a bit while drinking beer. Andrew has a smile on his face the entire time. I can't wait to hear what his fiance thinks!

My esteemed BZ bretheren. I want to pose a scenario to you all that I've always struggled with, but really want to gather some advice on. I've been poz for nearly a decade now (UD for all except the first three months of it). Medically, we're fortunate to be living with it in 2021 than we would be if it were 1981. I tested poz at a time when I needed to really turn my life around, and my journey has made me grow up a bit and really look at how I approach things. Overall, I've done that, but there's one area that I have trouble with...dating. Mind you, if we were on the apps or websites, I'm very upfront and honest about my status. It's there in plain English within all of my profiles. That's not the issue. The issue is when I meet a guy IRL outside of technology. He'll be an attractive guy, very engaging, and the connection is clearly there...but I hold back. It's that fear that we've all had at some point in our lives about how a guy's demenour may change once I tell him (which I will; I'm not into proper stealthing or other forms of dishonesty). My question to you all is: How have you dealt with this in your lives? When do you typically disclose, or when do you find is the best time to do so?

Oh fuck yeah. Love horny young guys into kinky stuff 😈🐷💦👅😍

Oh hell yeah. I live very nearby a well known University, within walking distance of the dorms and frat houses. I have regularly hosted evening anon, walk in breeding scenes over the years. I get an incredible mix of hot students, some experimenting, some drunk (frat boys) and some already comfortable in their skin as gay men who are just into hard core fucking a hole. They are also generally comfortable with the coming and going of others, so its not unusual to have an 18 year old cock in my mouth and a 19 year old cock in my ass. They often have great stamina and I've had plenty of guys come by early in the evening before they go out with friends and then text asking if they can come back late at night and dump another load. Maybe 1 in 20 asks about condoms. They either don't care (unlikely) or are on PrEP (school health clinic hads out PrEP like Halloween candy. It was much easier to line up 15 or 20 students with the old Craigs List, but I find with a bit of effort of Grindr, Scruff and Sniffies, I can still put together a pretty awesome gang bang.

Still willing and waiting

Fucking HOT! I hope there are more piggy times to come!

I was in Dallas

It’s depends for how often. If I have work it’s daily, otherwise I’ll go a few days. Cannot stand not having the boys supported. I usually do boxer briefs, but on occasion I will do a jockstrap or classic righty whities

One early afternoon at Steamworks I was in the dark room with the slurp ramp when they turned all the lights on to do some cleaning. Everyone made for the exits. I was almost out myself when in walked one of the sexiest blue-collar guys I've ever seen: stocky, muscled body from hard work, not the gym, slight pot belly; bushy moustache and three-day stubble; balding, medium-length hair, uncombed and damp from a recent shower; hairy all over. He seemed ill at ease and not used to bathhouses, and he certainly didn't know not to go into the dark area when the lights were on. I touched his chest and he stopped, not looking at me. I felt him through his towel and he was already half-hard. I knelt down in from of him, took his towel off and started sucking. His cock was just long and thick enough to deep throat with no discomfort. I knew I had only a few minutes before someone came in to clean, so I worked quickly, not taking the time to escalate his pleasure as I would normally do. He never looked at me, never made a sound except for quickening breathing. He came in about three minutes — a tasty load that took me about five gulps to drink. He let me nurse the last few drops out of his cock, then turned to leave the room, putting his towel back on, still not acknowledging me. Definitely one of the most unexpected quickies I ever had, and one of the most memorable. Still turns me on to think back on it.

I am so into being one of the bare bottoms taking every load and not being able to refuse- such a fucking turn on

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!!" Absolutely nothing. That said, you may want to consider relocating to somewhere your talents will be more appreciated, valued, and reinforced. Somewhere like .... oh .... for instance ... my spare room ....

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.

My first time being stealth breed was just me being caught up in the moment. To be clear, I had been barebacked and breed before. I mostly played safe, this was during my "mostly straight" phase where I only hooked up with guys on the DL, and almost always when I was drunk or high or a combination of the two. I was 22, am 5'7" and around 140 lbs. I had been invited to a party at an apartment in Harlem, I arrived later than the host suggested but still somehow was one of the first to arrive. Naturally I was regretting even showing up to the party. The host, Taylor, had a ziplock with quarter sized "special" cookies and was passing them out. I had never had an edible, didn't really smoke either, but I figured it was the only way the party would start to be fun so I ate one. An hour goes by, I have had probably two drinks at this point and more people have arrived. I was on the terrace with my friend Daniel from film school catching up when one of the roommates comes around with the same bag of edibles. Daniel takes one and swallows it hole, I took one and crunched down and washed it down with my drink. "You know it's an edible right?" he asked. "Yeah, Taylor hooked me up with one earlier, but I think it's more of a plecebo" I laughed. "Wait, you already had one?" Daniel was a little surprised. "Yeah, why?" I asked. "No, it's fine, but...no more for you," he laughed. About an hour later I found myself really high and really enjoying it. Sometime around 2 am I Irish-goodbyed and was walking to my place on the UES. Me being horny AF I hit up an actor friend of mine who I made out with at a party back in film school. Me: yo yo yo Chris: lol, are you drunk? Me: a little. Chris: me too lol. Me: Where you at? Chris: rooftop bar, come through 😉 I knew which place he was talking about, it was a hotel bar in midtown not far from his apartment and a quick cab ride away. I found him at the bar laughing with some guys I don't know and some women I don't know. He introduced me and bought me a drink. I tried to pay attention to the conversation but his friends were boring so I drank my drink quickly and excused myself to take a piss. When I returned I saw Chris at the bar, he just paid his tab. We all went down to the street together. One of the women were all over Chris but he put her in a cab to wherever she came from. His group all started walking without him. He didn't say anything just put his arm around my waist and pulled me into him, sending my brain into a sexual frenzy. I had hoped texting him would lead to some drunk back and forth about horny thoughts, but this was already more than I expected. He started walking towards his group and I followed him, unsure of what I was even doing there. Chris was one of those guys who is openly bisexual, but no one has ever seen him with a guy, almost like he claims to be bisexual just for attention and so he can flirt and be touchy with other guys and no one questions him because he's only ever playful and non-threatening. Our make-out session the summer before was both hot and unexpected and we both chalked it up to alcohol. Though over the next few months there would be drunk texts flirting with me, telling me the things he would've done to me had the night continued, that kind of thing. He never asked me about my sexuality, and never needing to explain my side really made it easier to flirt but be ambiguous at the same time. We had separated from his group and we were walking into his building, the doorman was not giving a shit and we rode the elevator up in silence. My heart was racing when he unlocked his door. The tension between us was palpable. We walked in, still not saying anything. "I have to piss" I told him, walking toward the guest bathroom. "Me too," he told me walking into the master bedroom. I took a piss, then as a just-in-case used his wet wipes to make sure I was still fresh. When I walked out he was leaning against his bedroom door frame, only wearing some white Armani Trunks and giving me the sexiest look I've ever seen. I was drawn to him, he pulled me in for a kiss. Within seconds we were both naked on his bed. He was on my chest with his thick 7.5" cut dick in my mouth, just taking control, not asking, not saying anything, just finishing something we started a year before. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and quickly was between my legs sucking my dick. Alternating between my shaft and licking my balls, then down to my hole which he devoured like an expert. My brain flatlined from the pleasure. He reached under the bed and pulled out some lube and held up a bottle of poppers, "you know what these are?" "Yeah," I said almost embarrassed, not wanting him to think I was a regular with man on man sex. He just smiled at me, then took a hit and passed me the bottle. He was lubing up my hole while I took a hit. He didn't finger my hole, just rubbing the head around my pucker to spread the lube. I let out a soft moan and took another hit. He gave a slight push in while I was taking my hit and it felt so good. He didn't push in though, just kept teasing my hole. He would change it up and just stroke his dick while the head bumped into my hole, then slide the head up and down my crack, just pure pleasure. He took the poppers and took another hit then passed them to me and lined back up with my hole. I took a hit and felt him push harder now, the tip popping into my willing hole. I let out a moan. "That's it, take another hit," he suggested. I took another hit and he pushed a little harder, fuck it felt good. "mmm, fuck man," I said, capping the poppers. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I asked. He slowly let the pressure off, the head popping back out. He came up for a kiss, on my mouth, then my neck. "Yeah, I just want to feel you first, you know," he whispered into my ear. I let out another moan, "mmm, yeah, ok," was all I could say. The heat of the moment, all the pleasure and the poppers and his teasing had beaten that voice in my head into submission and locked him in a dungeon because the only voice in my head was saying, "makes sense" and my body reacted in turn. His dick was pushing again on my hole, the head making it's way back in, then a little more. "Fuck you're tight," he grinned. I was tight and his dick was already a bit much. He leaned in to kiss me, putting his tongue in my mouth and pushing his dick in another inch, then another. He must have felt the resistance, stopping pushing but not pulling out. He broke our kiss, "take another hit." I took another hit and he started to push in. "Oh fuck man," I groaned. My head spinning, his dick was too much at this point. "Wait..." I started to say. "Just a little more, then I'll put on a condom," he reassured me. Though I was really asking him to pull out because it was too big for me, but remembering he was entering me bare was now firing other "warning" neurons in my brain. "...yeah...ok," was all I could say, and I took another hit of poppers. "oh fuck," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. He sat up straight and took a hit of the poppers, smiling at me, "man, I knew you'd be tight but this feels unreal." He flexed his dick in me. "You like my dick in you?" The pleasure was rushing back, "yeah," I confessed as I shook my head, "no". "You should put on a condom though." "For sure man, can I get a few strokes in bare first?" He asked and flexed his dick again. "I don't know man," I smiled. "You're so warm and tight," he said as he started to pull out then slowly pushed back in, filling me with his big hot dick, "I just want to enjoy it a little..." "Just a little," I agreed. He started to long stroke me, almost all the way out then all the way in and grinding until he couldn't push in any further. He had my toes curling in no time, it felt so good and was going on for too long to be "just a little". I pulled him in for a kiss. "Fuck you feel so good," he whispered into my mouth. I kissed him, "don't cum in me, put on a condom first," I warned, then kissed his neck. He kissed me deep, thrusting into me, "I won't cum in you, but it feels too good to..." his voice trailed off into a moan. "Just don't cum in me ok," I gave him the green light to keep going bare. "Ok," he said, picking up the pace. He fucked me so good, I was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. He sat up, with my legs still on his shoulders and took another hit of poppers, then handed them to me. I took a deep hit, he thrust into me, I took another deep hit and he thrust again and held it there, smiling at me. "Take another hit," he suggested. I did and he started to pull out then thrust hard into me while stroking my dick. He was gliding in and out of my hole, across my swelling prostate, it felt so good I couldn't hold back, "fuck I'm gonna cum," I almost shouted. "Do it," he said, thrusting harder and jerking me harder. I felt my ass clench around his dick forcing him to push even harder into me and my balls tightened and cum rocketed out of my dick and onto my chest one rope after another. His thrusting slowed as my orgasm subsided. "Fuck that felt good," I said, my breath coming back to me. He slowly pulled his dick out of me and lay down next to me catching his breath. I reached over and started to stroke his now flaccid cock. He stopped me. "I'm spent" he laughed. "You don't want to cum?" I asked. "oh...uh..." he chuckled, "I kinda already did." My eyes shot wide, "wait...what?" "Twice," he laughed. "You...what?" I got nervous. "Sorry man, I already blew a load in you when you told me not to cum in you...so the least I could do at that point was fuck the cum out of you," he laughed. "And the second?" I asked. He laughed again, "when you said you were cumming, your ass clamped down so tight, I didn't want to ruin your orgasm by pulling out...so I pushed in," he laughed. "Oh," was all I could say, trying to not get mad, after all I had just had an amazing orgasm. "You ok?" He asked. "I guess...yeah, I mean..." I mumbled. "Don't worry, I don't have anything," he reassured me again. He got up and pulled his trunks back on, tossing me my briefs. We dressed in silence, then he walked me to the door. "It's ok," he said, "if you're in the mood for more, just hit me up." I went home and passed out.

Yes!!! So much fun. I travel a lot and try to hit all places I can find. A couple years ago I drove from Michigan to Florida to California to Oregon. I managed to take loads at 4 bathhouses, 2 ABS, 3 bars, 2 gay campgrounds, 2 gay resorts and 3 fuck buddies. I try cruising all the rest stops also but not a lot of action there. I will be doing the same trip in reverse next week and you can be sure I will be sniffing out all the cock I can manage. Oink 🐷

So the creative juices are weird. I never thought I’d have a continuation to this story, particularly one that has a darker tone, but here we are. As an FYI, there’s a decent amount of buildup before the fucking. ————— It had been six years since my encounter with the twink. The first six days I was panicked and avoided pretty much all human contact, assuming I was a dead man walking. I was educated and knew that wasn’t how HIV worked, but I was also a child who grew up in the 80’s where we thought if you touched a poz person, let alone slept with them unprotected, you sentenced yourself to a celibate life as you waited out your remaining years. Of course, as time wore on, rational thought won out over paranoia. I came to grips with what happened, swore off sex, even with my husband, until six months passed and I could get as accurately tested as possible. All the tests came back negative and I said a little thank you upstairs that I’d somehow escaped the bug after receiving two doses of potentially lethal, acute new infectious sperm. The first night I fucked my husband after my self imposed abstinence was wild. I’d never been one to be able to perform multiple times in a night, but somehow was able to get three loads deep into him as he begged for mercy by the end of our final fuck. Ours has always been a more emotional relationship, one where going months at a time without sex isn’t overly uncommon, but we make up for it when it happens. But now, it had been over a year. We both had our moments, random men on grindr or growlr, first names only in a phone and at the end of the day we always came home to each other, but we just never felt in that mood together at the same time. Trying to be discreet, every couple months, I’d run through my contacts, fondly remember someone who I’d cum inside of or who had donated their seed to my ass, then delete the contact, knowing it was a one off. But even after six years of not talking, there was one number I could never get rid of. His. The poz twink. The one who gave me the most excruciating painful pleasure my ass had ever known. The one who scared me to no end with his revelation. The one I could never speak to again. Or so I thought. I still don’t know why I tapped send message instead of delete contact. It was simple and harmless enough though; just Hi. His response caught me off guard, both from its speed and tone. “I always knew you’d come back fag. Guess you want me to take another shot at pozzing your hole. I’m assuming you’re still neg since you didn’t hit me up shortly after I bred you to tell me you’d converted and cry and bitch me out for it. I’m free tonight if you want it, your place or mine slut?” I was absolutely stunned. This couldn’t possibly be the same sweet, adorable, charming twink I’d talked with six years ago. This was a dark, evil monster, hell bent on passing on a disease. So why the fuck was I intensely hard? And why, two hours later, was I ringing his doorbell? We agreed to talk and catch up, not to fuck. This time I was at a decent apartment complex and not the cozy home of his I’d previously visited. He opened the door and smiled. That fucking smile that could disarm an entire nuclear arsenal. Any thoughts I may have had at being mad went away, but I kept my resolve and when he leaned in to greet me, his mouth slightly agape, I ducked to the side and gave him a peck on the cheek. We went in and I saw how he’d grown. No longer a twink as he sat down in his polo and shorts, but a man. A man capable of charming the pants off anyone. We talked. An hour passed. It was as easy and casual as it was the first time in the coffee shop. Eventually I had to ask, “So why the apartment? What happened to the house?” “Jeffrey and I split,” he said. Before I could offer apologies, he continued. “He had no problem with me being poz or even chasing for that matter, hell, he was. But I refused to go on meds and I feel that it’s my job to put the virus in as many men as much as I can. He said he still loved me and always would, but couldn’t be with someone who could be that callous and destructive with both my own health and others. Because he still loved me, he set me up with this condo, so I could be taken care of, but that our relationship was, from a couple sense, over. I saw him a couple times after that, drinks and all, fucked him a few others. Hell, I even shot in him twice two days before he passed on. It was cathartic for both of us.” “I’m sorry,” was all I could say. “Don’t be,” replied the twink. “He gave me four amazing years, saw me through my sexual awakening, and helped me become the Poz slut I am today. I owe him everything, that’s why I pass him on to as many men as I can. You’re special though,” he paused and trailed off. My mind was swimming with so many thoughts. I finally steeled my resolve and asked, “What makes you think I’ll let you fuck me tonight?” He laughed. “I basically told you I wanted to poz you when you texted me and you showed up anyway. You’re a chaser who doesn’t know it yet. I’m guessing you were hard as fuck when you read my message. Now, we can either get to it or you get the fuck out of my place so I can find a cute twink to breed.” I didn’t move. “That’s what I thought. You know, I blew you, rimmed you, and bred you six years ago. But you never sucked my cock.” He unbuckled his shorts and revealed the perfect hard dick. The one that gave me the most intense pleasure I’d ever had. “Get on your knees and get to work bitch.” I did as I was told. He made sure I knew what was happening this time. “Suck on that poz cock. Get it wet since that’s your only lube boy. Get me ready to infect your healthy body and make you mine.” After nearly five minutes of his cock never leaving my mouth, he said “bedroom, now. Strip and on your back.” I got up and started unbuttoning my pants even as I walked down the hall. In less than 30 seconds I was on my back with my legs up. He didn’t even take his pants fully off. Just spit and started steadily pressing inside me. There was the pain again. The exquisite pain. “I didn’t get to see your face last time. I want to look in your eyes as I infect you. I’ll make love to you later, but this fuck, this one right here with me raw in you, no lube, just spit, this is to give you HIV. You’re mine now faggot, so I hope you enjoy your last clean fuck.” His words chilled my body as he started to move in and out, slowly, but deliberately. Involuntarily I began to moan. He picked up on that quickly. “Your mind is saying this is wrong. I can see that in your eyes. Your body, the lust you have, the passion you’re taking me with, your body knows it’s right. Give in. It’s ok to say it.” I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t ready. He knew that too. “You’ll say it when the time is right.” His strokes grew increasingly quicker as he began to long pole me, nearly driving me into the headboard. “I’m close.” “Please,” I whimpered. “It’s time. Cum in me.” “You asked for it slut!” With that, a torrent of unmedicated poz cum gushed into me as we locked eyes. The intensity with which he bred me said it all. My mind accepted the fact that I was now his, I was now poz, and I wasn’t going back home.

I woke up in bed next to Katie who was still asleep. I don't remember much after finding out her roommate was 10inchscorpion. All I remember is the feeling of his cock and his threat. I got up and went out to the kitchen to make myself and Katie coffee, Michael was on the couch with a cup watching college football. He gave no sign to the fact he had just fucked me the night before. If Katie or anyone were out here, they would just see two guys that had just met. I poured myself coffee and sat on a chair near the couch he was on. He glanced over and then over his shoulder towards Katies room, looked and me and then shook his head no. We talked college football and the usual straight male conversations I used to have at the office with coworkers, before I became their cum dump. I went back to the bedroom to grab my preP, but when I got to the bathroom the allergy pill container wasn't there. I scrambled a bit in search of the pills and looked through her belongings as well, maybe she grab it by accident. I left the room to check my backpack that I had left by the door and as I entered the living room Michael shook a pill container on the couch. "Got allergies?" He said, tossing the container to me. "Yeah, They're pretty bad this time of year." I answered. "Fuckin liar" he scoffed. "What do you-" I started "You don't think I figured it out?" He said. "I've got a good track record, I show up once, and my job is done, but with you, who has been unable to be pozzed by that asshole Thomas AND me... There was no way." "Are- did you" I stuttered. "They're still in there faggot, but I've got a reputation. So when I fuck you again, and you don't poz up? that'll be the last time I fuck your ass." "And if I do poz up?" I asked. "You're a fantastic bottom. I'll fuck you anytime we're both up here," he said. "I'm the only guy that has seen who you really are?" I asked. "Yes," he sighed. "I'm going to need more than once in a blue moon then." I said, my empty ass and hardening cock agreeing. "Oh you greedy bottom," He said. "Two can play that game.. Straight.. Bait." We heard Katie move in the bedroom, Sounded like she practically fell out of bed. I took the allergy pills back to the bedroom and her and I went out to join Michael for her coffee. It wasn't long before Katie said. "Did you take your allergy pills?" Michael quickly shot me a look and then went back to the game without Katie noticing his reaction. I told her yes, and then we started talking about where we would go today and what we'd do. (Most of it tourist stuff around the Bay) Michael pretended to be annoyed at our conversation over his game and went to his room. Katie and I went to get ready, and there she told me her real plans, ending at a hotel room she has worked out with a guy online. My phone vibrated, a text message from a number I didn't have, "Kitchen." "I'm going to grab a water," I said. "Alright, I'll shower." she said grabbing a bluetooth speaker and putting on music. I went out to the kitchen and Michael was standing there waiting, I could see his big cock outlined in his shorts. "Change of plans slutbag." he said motioning me over. On the counter was a large turkey baster looking "syringe". "Keep taking the pills if you want this week, We're going to poz some tops." he said placing a hand on the full device. "What?" I asked. "Hands on the counter, and turn around." He said twirling a finger. I did as I was told and he pulled my shorts down. I stuck my hips back slightly in anticipation of what's to come. The large device was place in my ass and then taken out, my hole started to feel wet. Next I felt his cock, spreading me wide, but sliding in easily. He placed poppers on the counter between my hands. I greedily took a hit per nostril. As he got deeper and deeper into my ass, he wrapped an arm around my chest and grabbed my throat pushing my chin to the ceiling. "This is full of my cum, And you're going to use it as lube, tonight, and this week as you let who ever wants to fuck you, fuck you." He whispered in my ear. "Yes Sir" I whispered back, mouth open as I feel his glorious cock hit something deep in me, then rearranging what ever it was to get deeper. I took another hit of poppers as he thrusts got harder, but he kept them deep. "After this week of pozing those tiny tops you've been letting inside you, I'll poz you for real, for the world to see. But first you're going to need a small 10inchscorpion tattoo on your ass" "Yes Sir," I managed. He continued to grind deep into my ass, his hips ramming into my ass against the counter. I could feel his cock on the front of my body inside me. He came inside me as his hands dug into my throat and side, just as the music ended in Katie's bathroom. He slowly pulled out, I could feel ever inch as it left my hole. He went to his room and I took his large device filled with his cum to the room and placed it in the "go bag." Then I explained to Katie that I need a new tattoo before tonight.

The Poz Ranch Chapter Seven Thud! Thud! Thud! echoed in my cell. I jumped up, put my hood on and dropped to my knees, hands clasped behind my back before the door clicked and opened. “Look who’s submitting to us” someone said. “He knows his place,” responded another man, “He will never submit to undesirables like us” “We submit to him” asked the first man. “Most likely you illiterate fuck” I felt the two men grab my arms, one on each side, lifting me up and leading me out of the door. We walked down the hall. It was deathly silent. We turned and went down a set of stairs, going down another level underground. We soon stopped at a door and someone knocked. “Enter” said a voice from inside. The door clicked and opened and we entered. “Restrain him on X-Cross and leave my presence” I was quickly restrained in a figure X on a wooden frame. My hood was still on. My wrists and ankles were in a cuff and locked tight. Suddenly, a hand was on the plug deep in my hole. Without warning it was pulled from my hole, stretching it as it pulled out then my hole quickly closed. I let out a little scream. “Pain is a form of pleasure” the man said. I felt multiple straps slap my back, not hard but enough to know that I was hit. I wasn’t sure but I think it was a Cat o’ nine tails being used on me. “What is pain?” “Pleasure” I responded. Another hit across my back, this time a little harder than the first. “What is it you desire” “Nothing” I replied. Another hit of the Cat o’nine tails. “What is it you give” “Pleasure to men, a hole to fuck, a hole to deposit seed” “Is that what you desire” Two hits across the back, building in pain, building in heat of my red skin. “I desire seed Sir” “Seed?” Two more hits on my back, the sting was growing in pain. “Poz seed” I quickly replied. Just one smack this time, but a bit harder. I felt hands on my ankles, releasing me from the cuffs. Then my hands were dropped down, still cuffed on the X-Cross. I had to bend slightly pushing out my ass away from the cross. Suddenly, my ass was slapped with the Cat o’ nine tails. Hard. I jumped and let out a little yelp. It was still and silent for just a moment, then two more slaps across my ass cheeks. This time I yelped, but didn’t jump. “You have learned your place quickly” “Yes Sir” Three smacks on my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up. The man changed his position and smacked my back three times. He then switched back and slapped my ass three times. I could hear the movement of the Cat o’ nine tails in the air. He continued to use the Cat o’ nine tails on my back and ass cheeks. I felt them heating up more and more as the leather straps made contact with my skin. My eyes filled with tears, which slowly ran down my cheeks. “Pain is pleasure” I said over and over, just enough for him to hear. “Pain is pleasure” he repeated. The hits of the Cat o’ nine tails came faster and harder. My back was burning more than my ass cheeks. I focused on turning this pain into pleasure. Over and over the air swished with the movement of the leather straps, I lost count of how many times it met my skin. “Pain is pleasure” he said. I felt him behind me, rubbing his cock on my red ass cheeks. I could feel the salty pre-fuck juice on my raw skin, causing it to sting more. HIs cock head moved into my crack and without warning pushed against my hole. The head popped inside, causing me to lift up onto the tips of my toes. He used his hand, flat on my lower back to push me back down. He pushed harder and slowly slid into my hole, inch by dry inch of his shaft. Pulling on my sore pucker as it resisted to his invading cock. I moaned from the pain shooting from my hole and bit my lower lip. He continued pushing into my hole, sliding deeper and deeper. My pucker was heating up with the each inch running against it. He rammed the final couple of dry inches of his cock deep into my hole, pressing his body against mine. I breathed deeply, relaxing my hurting pucker. He pulled out some then pushed back in. He did this over and over as I focused on relaxing my hole. Each time he pulled out a little more, then pushed in harder. He did this until his cock head was pulling on my pucker from just inside. He drove his call balls deep in one thrust. My hole was loosening with each thrust of his cock. The pain was soon becoming pleasure. I could feel his cock getting wetter while fucking me. His balls swung as he trusted in and out. I squeezed my hole around his cock, milking it with each thrust. I focused my mind on his pleasure not mine. My pleasure was not something I desired. I desired to please him, give him pleasure to I can receive his poz load. I heard him grunt and moan as his hard thick cock slid in and out of my pucker. His balls were still swinging as his thrusted his hips. The more he grunted and moaned, the more I squeezed my pucker around his cock. My cock was no longer hard, it hung soft between my legs, swinging with his thrusts. My hole was twitching and squeezing pleasuring his cock. I pushed back to meet his fucking thrusts as he pushed his cock into my hole. He grabbed my hips, holding on tights as he pounded my hole. I grunted and groaned as his moans got louder and louder. He was thrusting in and out of my hole at a faster pace. His balls were drawling upwards, building his load deep inside. His grunts became more of a scream, as he rammed in and out of my hole. Using me for his pleasure. Suddenly, he rammed in deep, his cock head pushing at my inner pucker hole as his cum shot out of his flared piss slit. Rope after rope of thick cum pumped into my body. “My toxic strain is deep in your hole” he said, “infecting your DNA” I moaned my approval. He pushed the butt plug back up my sore hole, quickly. It gave little resistance as it popped inside me. He moved to the door and opened it. “That was quick” a man said. “No lip, complete your task or your punishment will be ordered” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir” the man said. The two men quickly came over to me, released my restraints on my wrists and led me away. “His next appointment is with Master Jack” he said, “Don’t fuck up getting him there” “We know the way” “Get out of my sight, you presence sickens me”

Finally the stars aligned and I was able to go to the infamous Los Angeles Cumunion at Sanctuary LAX yesterday. My work schedule never aligned before, and to be honest I was always a little worried about the crowd. I more recently embraced my slut side, and felt more comfortable going. My friend encouraged me to go, and so I made the hour drive. I arrived around 11:30. Everything was kinda makeshift, like the changing area being in the lobby near the front door. I was greeted by a couple massive cocks swinging into street clothes. Great, I came right when people were leaving. After I checked my stuff, boy was I wrong. There were still about 50 guys there in all kinds of debauchery. The smell was intoxicating, so much man musk, a heady scent of cum, ass, and sweat. I was in heaven. I peaked in all the rooms, getting a lay of the land. Bottoms ass up taking a pounding everywhere you turn. Guys making out, sucking cock, giving each other pleasure. I finally made my way to the back room; there's a large bench that can accommodate 3-4 bottoms side by side. All of the ones there were getting plowed, bred, and replaced with another cock. This night there was a good crowd, lots of hot bottoms taking all loads. Surprisingly, even more tops (I always heard its usually a ton of bottoms and no tops). It made it hard for me to pick my bottom, another hard cock swooped in constantly. The back area is noticeably warmer; sweat dripping everywhere, heightened my horniness. A bottom finally became available, a punkish white guy with short hair, just my type. His hole was very slick, a mixture of cum and lube. I stuck my cock in and was greeted by warmth and undoubtedly the feeling of cum encasing my cock. I plowed him hard and deep for only a few minutes. My jerking off, the smell, and atmosphere made me blow my load deep inside of him. I asked if he wanted my load, and he begged for it as he sucked a cock. I emptied what I could and fucked him a bit more before finally pulling out. I hung around a bit more, cooling off, getting some water. Some random guys sucking my cock, making out, and trying to shove my dick in their holes. I politely stepped away, not wanting to waste my next load on just anyone. I spotted one of my porn crushes taking loads. I wont say who he is, but he has a distinctive biohaz and back tattoo. I had my eye on him, when he made his way to the back room and found a spot on the bench. I watched him take at least 10 cocks, maybe more since I wandered now and then, and who knows how many loads. I finally got an opening and made the plunge. His hole perfectly accepting and tight, and of course slick with cum. I didn't use any lube with both guys, but the second one was noticeably wetter. I was so hot laying my hands on his back and those tattoos. He was moaning and complimenting my cock (and to be clear, my cock is very average in length, but above average in thickness with a flared top and cock head). Both of us saying fuck over and over, feeling his beautiful ass on my pelvis as I slammed into him. I didn't last as long as I wanted, but I asked if he wanted my cum. He grunted and moaned yes, begging me to breed him. I blew inside of him deep, at least 10 noticeable spasms, taking a while for me to calm down from my orgasm. All I could say was "Fuck I waited a long time to breed that hole," and slapped him on his ass. By then, things were slowing down, they were slowly closing rooms, forcing the thinning crowd to the back room. I watched other guys a bit, admired the untouchables, then decided to head out. I saw the second guy in the main area, slapped his ass, and said "that ass is better than I imagined." A lot of people had the same idea, a quarter til 1AM, leaving so there as a backlog of guys getting their bags and changing. I spent the hour drive home reliving the experience and planning for the next one. When I got home, I showered, but was so restless thinking of how much of a slut I am and what more there is to come.

Nothing compares to the intensity felt at that outer ring as the hand slips past the third set of knuckles at its widest and settles in deeper. Gets me every time...

Hey everyone, I'm glad people are still reading this story! In fact, it has encouraged me to finish the next chapter! Enjoy! PS, if the story makes you hard/cum, feel free to post any pics 🙂 Jeff's Conquests Ch. 2 Jeffs POV It's amazing how the virus gets into every inch of your body. I can feel it running through my veins, in my brain, and most importantly, in my hole, and my cock. My cock. My poz cock. Fuck i loved the sound of that. I laid back in bed and slipped my hand down my briefs and grabbed my dripping cock. The wet spot on the front got bigger. Fuck, I thought, I may as well lose them now. It didn’t take long for them to end up on the floor. I thought back to the night we pozzed Andrew. I could still remember the feel of his tight, smooth hole on my cock. My precum was leaking almost non stop at this point. I used my thumb to smear the slick fluid around my cock head before sucking the rest off. Even my precum tastes sweeter since I converted. Ive been with a couple of guys since that night, but both times it was just head. I needed to fuck some ass again. Maybe even get my ass used, been longer since i was last fucked. My thoughts drifted back to Andrew. He was the first, and only, guy I had fucked since i got the news. The look of pure bliss on his face the moment I started shooting my toxic load in him will forever be etched into my memory. I was in the same boat the night it happened to me. I let my hand drift back down to my cock. I was surprised at how wet and slick it was. My fingers were covered in no time, and slowly I dropped my hand lower. My legs went wide all on their own, as my fingers brushed acoss my hole. I scooped up more of my juice and smeared it around my ass. I slipped one finger in, quickly followed by two. I was moaning in no time. After what felt like an eternity, though more like 5 minutes, I pulled my fingers out and rolled over to I could reach in the night stand drawer. I pulled out my Pierre Fitch dildo and my Elbow Grease lube before noticing the condoms and Astroglide at the bottom of the drawer. I chuckled before closing the drawer. I slicked the dildo up and started teasing my hole with it. I decided not to touch my cock yet. I was already on edge. I pressed the dildo up against my hole and immediately it was sucked in. Fuck I needed this! In no time it was balls deep. I kept it there for a few minutes, just taking in the fullness. My hole throbbed around its girth, and my cock was leaking a steady stream. The hair on my stomach was matted and shiny. I slowly eased the toy out, almost to the head, and pushed it in just as fast. I was involuntarily moaning and slowly picked up the pace. The image of Andrew riding my poz cock flashed in my mind. He was so turned on taking my toxic dick. I remembered his moans, how he begged me for my poz cock, and how much I wanted to give it to him. In that moment, I had intense desire to give him my HIV. I wanted to make this slut positive like me. I wanted to see him get knocked up, knowing hes going back and riding his neg boyfriend with his poz ass. I was getting close, and the dildo was hitting all the right spots. I picked up the pace and started pounding my ass with it. Each thrust was jabbing right into my prostate. I thought back to Andrew and relived the moment I shot my toxic load into his neg ass and the cum started spewing from my cock. My hole clamped down on the toy in the same way Andrews hole clamped down on my cock. After five or six big squirts, I was covered from my neck to belly button in precum and jizz. I was spent, and spent the next few minutes sprawled on the bed and panting. The toy was still lodged deep in my ass, as I continued to spasm around it. I must have fallen asleep because when I next looked at the clock it was after 1 AM. I gingerly pulled the dildo out of my ass and slowly made my way to the shower. After a quick rinse, I got back in bed without grabbing another pair of underwear. My thoughts remained on Andrew as I quickly drifted back off. The last thing I remember before nodding off was a stirring in my cock, and a tingle in my ass. Andrews POV I'm not sure how long I sat in the car, staring out the window. I just left the doctors office. They wanted to talk to me about the results of the blood I had drawn last week. The appointment seemed to drag on, but finally they let me go with a small pile of pamplets, a bag of condoms and a referral to a specialist. I looked at the goodies on the passenger seat before something caught my eye. I looked down at my pants and noticed a large wet spot and a very noticeable bulge in my jeans. A smile slowly crept across my face as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I began typing a message with one hand while massaging my cock with the other. <<Just left the Doctors ;)>> I put the phone on the seat next to me and continued rubbing my cock through my jeans. The wet spot got larger. The phone buzzed as another spurt of precum oozed out of me. <<Oh fuck dude, really? Are you?>> read the text. I smiled and took a pic of my crotch. Thankfully the sun was bright enough to show the wet spot. I quickly fired off a reply. <<What do you think?>> followed by the pic. <<Oh shit dude! Seriously? Thats so fucking hot!>> <<All thanks to you and Ben. I'm still sitting here in the parking lot, and im horny as hell!>> <<LOL! I know the feeling. I was the same way. What are you going to do now?>> <<My ass got so hungry when they told me I have HIV. My boyfriend is at home right now, so I'm going to go see what sort of trouble we can get into ;)>> <<Lucky bf 😉 Message me later when youre all fucked out, and maybe we can arrange for an encore performance!>> <<Mmmm.....I'd love that. Chat later stud! Thanks again!>> <<Will do! And you're welcome, slut.>> I smiled and put the phone back in my pocket. The conversation, though brief, had done nothing to relieve my throbbing cock. I quickly started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I was back home in no time. I found Rob in the kitchen reading the paper. As was usual, he was wearing a tshirt and a pair of tight briefs. The black cotton clung to his ass perfectly, and the wet spot on my jeans got larger. I stood there staring at him for a few minutes before he noticed me. He smiled as soon as he saw me and before I knew it, I had crossed the room and started kissing him. He could feel how hard I was as soon as I pressed up to him. He moaned into my mouth and started rubbing me through my pants. “Fuck baby, you've only been gone a couple of hours. Miss me that much?” “You have no idea,” I laughed. “I just got really horny when I was out.” “I can tell” he said. I could feel him now. He pressed his cock into mine. I needed him bad. I grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed as soon as we got there. “Hungry, baby?” he asked, standing over me. My eyes were glued to his cock. “Yes Sir.” “Want my cock, baby?” he asked, slowly massaging his cock through his briefs. It was enough to break my concentration. I looked up at him. “Please Sir, I need it so bad.” He pulled off his shirt before ordering me to take my clothes off. In no time I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. He spent the next few minutes grinding his crotch into my face before telling me to pull his underwear down. I didn't need to be told twice! In no time i had his briefs pulled off and his rock hard 7” cut cock was buried in my throat. I spent the next 15 minutes working my boyfriends cock over. Slow, fast, shallow, deep, I did what ever I could to make Rob feel good. We were FWBs long before we started dating, so I always had a special place in my heart for his cock. “Get on the bed. Face down, I need that pussy,” he ordered me, ending my worship session with his cock. “Yes Sir.” I love when he orders me around like this. I scrambled onto the bed from the floor and pushed my head to the mattress as I got up on my knees. I could feel my hole twitching as I exposed myself to him. “Fuck baby, your hole is beautiful. I'm gonna make it feel so good.” “Please, Rob, I need you so bad.” He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slid a finger into me. I couldnt help it and started moaning. “What do you need?” “Your cock, Sir.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” I breathed out. “And your cum.” “You need my cum?” “Yeah I do.” He laughed. “You always need my cum!” “I love taking cum, Sir.” “I know you do. You get so hungry for it. How many loads do you have in there now?” “None, Sir.” “Bad boy. You know how much I love fucking you loaded,” he said, sliding a second, and then third finger into me. I got lost in the sensations for a moment as he started hitting all the right spots inside me. “You know how much easier my fingers slide in and out of you when you have another mans load in you.” He accented his words with the thrusts of his fingers. I felt a little bad for a moment, then remembered that I was just too horny and his cock was the only one I needed at the time. “Sorry, stud. Next time, I promise. You know how much I love giving you my cummy hole,” I finally managed to get out. “That's ok, baby. You just got horny, didn't you?” It's like he had read my mind. 'Fuck, I love this man,' I thought. “Yes baby,” I moaned. “Please?” I was getting desperate. Thats all it took. He pulled out and put his cock to my hole, and pressed the head in. I moaned and tried to push back, but he stopped me, pulling out. Once I stopped moving, he sunk his head back in and stopped once more. I moaned into the mattress, and waited for him to continue. He just stood there, motionless for the next five minutes or so, and just kept telling me how he was going to fuck me, and how he was going to make my pussy his. After what seemed like an eternity, I sank balls deep in one long, slow, thrust. My hole opened around his thick cock as he slid into me. For the next half hour, not a word was spoken, save for a few curses from me. Otherwise the only sounds were my moans and the sounds of my wet hole. His pace never changed beyond the long, slow strokes he was taking. He knew what I liked, and within minutes precum started pouring from my cock and never stopped. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. “I need to ride you. Please? Please Sir, can I ride your cock?” I love riding his cock and he knows it. It feels incredible watching him lay there, just letting me do all the work, and seeing the look of pleasure on his face. He didnt need much more encouragement, as he pulled out of me and laid back against the pillows. I quickly moved over to him and slowly sat back on his cock, savouring every inch as he sank into me. He closed his eyes and for the next fifteen minutes I did everything I could to make him feel good. His stomach was covered in my precum, matting the hair there, and I could tell from the wetness in my ass that he was leaking the same amount into me. I was starting to get close, and I could tell Rob was too. I decided it was time to tell him. I slowed down a bit before saying “I was out at the clinic earlier.” I waited for his reaction. He moaned before opening his eyes. “Yeah?” “Yeah, I needed to get tested. Remember that fever I had last week?” I felt him get harder. “Fuck. Yeah I do.” “I'm positive, baby.” I sank balls deep on him and just stayed there. His eyes shot open. “Fuck! You are?!” “Just found out an hour ago. Thats why I needed to come home so fast.” I didnt think it was possible, but I felt him get even harder. “For real? I have an HIV positive hole on my cock?” He asked, with a look of lust on his face. “Yeah you do, baby. You like my poz hole on your neg cock?” The look on his face turned to hunger as he grabbed me and quickly rolled us over until I was on my back. Never once did his cock leave my hole. As soon as we settled, he tackled my mouth with his. He started thrusting into me, first slow, then picking up the pace. He kept repeating this pattern, driving me wild. “Who did it, do you know?” I quickly recounted my night with Jeff and Ben, between moans and kisses. His thrusting started to change, and I knew he was going to shoot. I looked him in the eyes. “Do it baby. Give me your cum. Shoot it in my poz ass. Give me your neg load.” That was all it took, as Rob thrust deep into me and started moaning uncontrollably. I felt his cock spasm in me as he filled my ass with his cum. That was all it took for me as I started shooting my load between us. After what felt like forever, Rob collapsed on me, and kissed me between breaths, his cock never shrinking. He caught his breath and kissed me one more time, though slower, and deeper. He pulled back and smiled at me. “Congratulations baby! I know how much you wanted this.” I smiled at him, satisfied. We spent the next ten minutes making out, with his cock buried deep in my ass. He kept telling me that he was happy for me, and loved feeling my poz ass around his cock, and I was glad I was able to make him feel so good. “Thank you for encouraging me baby. I'm glad I can give you a poz ass to fuck.” “You still got that guys number? Maybe we should invite him over sometime.” He slowly started moving in me again. I moaned as I enjoyed his cock for a few minutes. “Yeah Ido.” “Good.” And that is what kicked off round two. He bred me twice more that night, each time telling me how much he wanted to feel toxic cum around his cock. BY the time we finished, it was too late, and we were too tired for supper. We took a hot shower before crawling into bed. We were out in no time.

After Mike hung up the phone. He sat there bewildered for a few minutes. Did that just really happen? He never thought he would even hear from anyone and now he had spilled his sex life to a Dr’s assistant. (Was he even a real Dr?). His phone rang and scared him out of his thoughts. Looking at his phone he saw it was his oldest daughter. He spent the next hour talking with her and catching up. After hanging up he realized it was pretty late so he went to bed and dreamed about Dr’s offices and injections. The next morning he woke up early. He liked to start his weekends early and being Saturday he went for a morning ride on his bike. A quick ten miles on the trails, when he got back home, he jumped in the shower. He heard his phone ringing as he turned off the water. Jumping out quick he ran out to the bedroom naked and dripping, grabbing his phone he saw that it was the number that Jason had called from. Picking up, he said “Hello” “Hi, is this Mike?” ”Yes it is” ”Hey Mike, it’s Jason from Dr. X’s office. How’s your morning going?” ”I’m good thanks, how about you?” ”I’m great thanks! I just wanted to call and let you know that Dr. X has looked over your questionnaire and he really liked what he read. He would like to book an appointment for you if you are still wanting the insemination procedure?” ”Um yeah, I definitely would like that” ”Great! So we have an opening next Saturday at 8:00 AM if that will work for you.” ”Yes next Saturday works for me.” ”Perfect. Will you be available this afternoon around 1:00 PM? I would like to stop by and do a blood draw and swab if you have about 30 minutes?” ”Yes, I’m free this afternoon” ”Okay great! I will come by and we can do the blood draw and I will go over the process with you. I’ll just need your address” Mike gave Jason his address and they both said their good byes. Hanging up Mike checked his phone, it was a little after 11, he had some time to kill so he decided to go for a walk. During his walk, Mikes mind raced with the Turn of events over the last 24 hours. He’d gone from wondering if he would ever be seroconverted, how it would happen, when it would happen, and with who? Now he had answered an ad on BZ thinking he would never hear anything and within 7 days he would potentially be receiving a viral load that could (or will according to the Dr) convert him. Mike knew deep down that he was ready. This truly was the next step for his journey. Being able to control his destiny was always his dream. Looking at his watch he saw that it was after 12:00. He turned around and walked back the way he had come. Anxious now to meet with Jason and find out more about the procedure and how it happens. Mike returned home and jumped back in the shower after sweating on his walk. After finishing up and dressing he heard his phone ding at him with a text message. Checking it he saw it was from Jason’s number. “On my way, will be there in about ten minutes.” Mike replied back “Okay, see you in a bit.” The next ten minutes seemed to go by so slow. But finally Mike heard a knock on his door. Opening it, he found a good looking gentleman are 30 years old. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, about the same height and weight as his 6 ft 185 pound frame. ”Hi are you Mike?” He asked “Yes I am” he replied.

Henri refused to say good bye as he left yesterday. We both fully understood that it is highly unlikely that we would ever see each other again. Not only does he live in St. Martin, he has been living with CRF19 strain of HIV for nearly 3 years. He already has progressed so far that he has been told he is at that final stage--full blown AIDS. For the past 9 days we had been sharing our bodies as he shared his virus laden cum and blood with me. Although the likely-hood of me contracting a co-infection is rare, be were both savoring the possibility that we would forever be connected via that super-strain. He drove a load deep into my ass just minutes before Jony arrived. Jony agreed to drive Henri to Atlanta. From there he could get a direct flight home--once the airport was open again. Neither of us wanted to think of that. We just wanted to be together one more time. Henri had been staying at my place for the past 3 days. No doubt, that time had been filled with as much fucking as possible. It had been amazing to go from a random fuck to full on making love in just a week. And all of that was smeared with as much highly tainted jizz as that caramel cock could produce. Our last fuck was amazing. It started out to be something of a quickie. We knew Jony would soon arrive, so we just got to it. Yeah, he brushed my hole first, did not want to loose the opportunity to make that pathway for transmission easier. We started off hot and heavy. Henri knew how to pound hard and started out drilling my hole like the powerful jackhammer he could be. I like getting fucked hard and he was great. I love have a man know how to push that limit....right between this feels so fucking amazing and stop, you are tearing my ass open. I expected him to cum fairly quickly, but he showed no signs of giving up a load yet. Then, suddenly and without any words spoken, he slowed down. His strokes became slower and with less force. But at the same time, they became more intimate and personal. Then he said something amazing. He wanted to give me this final dose of his disease laden cream not in power nor pain, but in love. He continued that he wanted me to remember him, not just for that possibility we would share this deadly strain, but he wanted me to recall, the care and effort he put into servicing my queer ass. For nearly an hour that black cock probed my raw ass. So many positions, so much leverage, so much arousal for my prostrate. My own cock was rigid and drooling precum like I have never experienced before. Henri recognized that I was ready to explode in passion. He slowly withdrew his massive meat and proceeded to worship my cock and the toxic precum I was spewing. It was only a few moments later that I blew my own strain against the back of Henri's throat. Then, in a deep and sensual kiss, he transferred my own cum into my mouth, which I swallowed with great enthusiasm. Then, without speaking, he rolled me over, got me ass up and resumed pounding my ass. My hole was gaping a bit and offered little resistance as he plunged his cock deep on the first thrust. He was soon back to his jackhammer ways. He was pounding me hard and fast. After a week of practice, we synced up in that staccato rhythm and became on body intertwined in an amazing fuck. But, his own body could only withstand that intense fuck rate for a short while. All to damned soon, I felt him go rigid. I heard his breathing deepening. He bellowed quietly while he jammed one more load into me. Once again, I was exposed to that amazing and deadly strain. I just had my 21st exposure to CRF19. Seventeen times that beautiful man had used his amazing cock to ram his creamy, cummy delight deep into my hole. Twelve of those times, my hole was well prepared. The bottle brush that was used the night I most likely got knocked up once again, prepared my hole. The other 4 exposures came at the point of a needle. The most recent was last Friday. We had both just taken our first dose of Lady T for the night. Some may not think that blood slams are as erotic as a good fuck. But man, that night it was amazing. I had gone first and had done about a .5.....not huge, but enough to get to the zone nicely. Just as the first beads of Tina scented sweat were appearing on my body, I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and filled the syringe with 3ccs of his death inducing blood. I extend my arm as he withdrew the needed from his vein. As a small bit of blood emerged from the needle-prick wound, Henri took a finger and wiped the blood away. Then he pressed his bloodied finger.....his finger bloodied with a fatal version of blood....against my lips. He whispered for me to lick it clean.....if I did, he would give me the syringe. I greedily took his dripping red finger into my mouth and devoured it as if I was a starving man. He smiled in appreciation, pulled back his hand and resumed his duties. He quickly raised a vein, I felt that pin prick and he got the needle set into place. Once again he asked me if I wanted to take the essence of his life, which could become the essence of my death. I hissed a nearly silent yes. Before the entire word was uttered, he started pushing the plunger. My cock was springing to life as I watched the red fluid, filled with thousands of replicas of the CRF19 strain of HIV disappeared into my own body. As quickly as he could pull the rig from my arm, I was begging for his black cock. I needed fucked. I wanted a white exposure to go with that red exposure. He fully agreed and soon had buried his cock balls deep. It is kind of weird to consider that a series of somewhat random events....hurricane, him ending up in Asheville, him being related to one of my fuck buds......all aligned to result in a week of near constant exposure to a strain of the virus that few would chase. No doubt, Henri will have to face the culmination of his disease in the coming months or years. For all I know, this past week may have changed my own life expectancy. I have not been on meds since I got knocked up around the first of this past year. A recent HEP C diagnosis reminded me that my body has a variety of internal attacks to deal with. Perhaps I will not know for sometime, perhaps will never know if Henri shared his toxic treat with me. But I do know this. Sharing rigs and cum with Henri made the past week an incredibly erotic and thrill inducing time. His personality, skill and willingness to share would have been a great fuck experience regardless. Knowing that he was spewing CRF19 laden cum, knowing that he willing injected CRF19 laden blood.....made the time with him off the charts. I thought it felt great to start chasing and taking POZ cum. I thought it felt great when I first felt a brush ream my hole. I thought it felt great to finally be POZ. But, manning up and taking 21 exposures to CRF19 (over the past 9 days) has been a thrill I will never forget. For whatever fates caused Irma to "blow" Henri into my life, I am appreciative. What the storm, and Henri left behind will never be forgotten.