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Part 1 – The Urinal The boy moaned as I shoved my full 10 inches into his ass in one go, my pubes briefly mingling with the sparse hairs around his hole before I completely pulled out and violated his pussy again and again, quickly building up a brutal pace. I could tell he was in fag heaven: completely tweaked out, on all fours, with a hung aggressive brute beating up his cunt and choking him with big, muscular arms. “You like that, don’t you baby?” “Yes daddy!” “You like being my little bitch, don’t you?” “Y-yes daddy!” “Daddy’s going to use you however he wants, isn’t that right?” “Yes daddy, whatever you want.” I didn’t need to wait for his responses to know what he was going to say. I’ve seen the kid around in bars and clubs recently, his lean body, captivating smile, and early 20s charm ensuring he never went home alone. I’d often see him entering a bathroom with a guy or two, exiting some time later with his hair completely disheveled and eyes unable to focus. The whore was obviously trading his hole for drugs. “Daddy’s gonna pimp you out to his friends. You want that, don’t you? Daddy’s gonna feed you drugs and cum nonstop. Daddy’s gonna fuck you up. Fuck you up real bad.” He didn’t seem to believe me. Or at least he didn’t understand what I meant, despite the hard slaps to the face that left his poppers-addled head ringing. Despite the red imprint my hands left on his neck trying to get a tighter fit in his throat while I fucked it raw. All his whore mind cared about was the cock that just started seeding his pathetic cunt and the drugs pumping through his system. He didn’t really understand that I would wreck his worthless hole beyond recognition, that I would break both his body and his mind. “Yes daddy,” he said. “Please fuck me up! Please make me your whore!” The whore must be new in town. How else could I explain the complete trust he had in me when I guided his naked teenage body through that seedy sex club by a leash several hours later? Had he actually been from around here, he might have known to avoid me, just like the other boys learned to do the hard way. Excited at first to go home with a hung, muscular, bearded hunk, they soon learn they’re getting more than they bargained for. None of them left my place without bruises. One faggot I even sent home with a concussion, beating his face mercilessly when he tried to pull his mouth off my dick, my shaft blocking any access to oxygen. The word soon spread, and it became difficult to lure a hole back to my place for any form of release. No matter. I would tell them to wait for me in the alley with their asses out, or else. Most complied, excited by the thought of being nothing but a hole for a rough fucker to use. Only one entitled little black twink dared to tell me to fuck off before turning around and rejoining his group of friends. At that moment, I was faced with a choice: let it go, and see my authority and control over these pathetic cunts diminish, or teach him – and everyone else by extension – that saying no was simply not an option. I watched him the next several times I went out, patiently waiting for a moment to teach the bitch a lesson. On a snowy night a week later, I cornered him in a dark alley near the bar with two other fuckers who wanted in on the action. A flash of recognition spread across his face as he saw me, and he quickly turned to run. My friends grabbed him and held his arms behind his back, bringing him back to face me. “You’ll pay for what you said the other night, cunt. Nobody disrespects me like that.” “I’m sorry man! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! Please! I won’t do it again!” “It’s too late for that, you little piece of shit.” “Please” he said as he started struggling against the men holding him. Normally, I would find his attempts to resist cute – an adorable attempt to prevent the inevitable. Tonight, it was just another insult. A punch to the guts and kick to the balls later, the bitch was on the ground, writhing in pain as we ripped his clothes off him and flipped him onto his stomach. I spat on my dick, lined it up with his hole and started pushing in, my friends slapping the bitch with every “no” and “please” that came from his mouth. “There’s no way to stop this, bitch. You brought this on yourself.” A brutal fuck ensued, with the three of us dumping multiple loads into the abused cunt. Soon he just stopped resisting, and lay there limp – except for the occasional shiver – waiting for it to pass. After I dumped my final load into him, I quietly whispered into his ear: “You got off lucky tonight cunt. Disrespect me like that again, and something much worse will be waiting for you.” Shaking from the cold, sobbing, and destroyed, he barely managed a slight nod through the tears. For good measure, the three of us pissed on him and took his clothes with us, leaving him wet and naked on that freezing winter night. “Good luck getting home with no money, bitch.” I saw him again at the club a few days later. Try as he might to avoid my gaze, our eyes met for a brief second. I motioned to the exit, got up, and walked out of the club into the back alley. He came out just a few seconds later, pulled his pants down, and stuck his ass out without a word. Nobody dared refuse me after that. Luckily for my whore tonight, it had never come to that. He smiled sheepishly as the men in the sex club started inspecting his body, and it didn’t take long before one of them had his cock buried in the boy’s guts, quickly pumping out a load before being replaced by another. The slut seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling at the attention and moaning as each new dick bathed his insides in cum. After the fifth load, I decided he had had enough fun. I had other plans for him “With me, boy!” I said, as I tugged on his leash. Picking up my bag, I led him to the toilets, a large room with a raised urinal trough and stalls lining the walls, the floor wet with piss. “Put these on,” I barked at the whore as I threw him a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. He quickly obliged. “Kneel!” I said, and so he did, kneeling on all fours in front of the urinal. I attached his ankles and wrists to the chain clasps bolted into the concrete floor. I pulled out a mask with two tubes sticking out of it from my bag, and covered his head, careful to put the fatter end of one of the tubes into his mouth, stifling his confused objections. I then unscrewed the drainpipe leading out of the urinal, replacing it with the other end of the tube. The second tube was shorter, and just hung from the mask. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. My whore looked perfect. The tube connecting his mouth to the drain was already being filled with piss from the urinal, while his unfocused eyes, normally visible through the glass visor, were quickly obscured by the cigarette, weed, and meth smoke mercilessly blown in by strangers through the other tube, robbing the bitch of any fresh air. It didn’t take long for the first anonymous dick to find its way up the whore’s cunt. To say the bitch was fed only piss for the next several hours would be an understatement. It became a running joke to “do a line with the bathroom bitch”. Men would walk in, prepare lines for themselves and their friends to snort, and dump the last line into the urinal as part of the whore’s urine cocktail. Meth, coke, ketamine, MDMA… it was difficult to keep track of the chemicals that disappeared down the whore tube. Some of the men would ash their cigarettes and spit loogies into the trough, while others would bend over and push several loads out their asses for the slut to eat. Every once in a while, a stray pube found its way down the drain. The bitch was probably too high to even register what was going on at this point. Even if his body tried to get rid of the chemicals the normal way – vomiting – it would just be pushed back into the tube and he’d have to drink it up again. I could imagine the boy was in considerable pain: his sore, puffy, tender cunt, was constantly leaking cum and reduced to an unrecognizable mess by the relentless assault of dick after dick. His knees and palms were covered in cuts and bruises from the friction against the concrete floor. The pool of piss, dirt, and sweat around him must have been stinging those open wounds. Not that he could voice any complaints. The tube in his mouth widened into a ball at its end, completely gagging the bitch and reducing all screams into muffled grunts, moans and coughs gargled out of the urinal drain. When I finally felt the boy had had enough piss, I took the mask off his face and pulled the tube from his mouth, replacing it with a mouth spreader. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand, I put my fully hard dick into his mouth and started sliding it in, pushing past the entrance of his throat until I was completely buried inside him. I went down on my knees and - not wanting to kneel on the uncomfortable floor - rested them on the whore’s knuckles. The whore’s screams were muffled by the 10 inches lodged in his throat, protesting as I painfully crushed his hands into the concrete floor below. With my other hand, I plugged his nose, waiting for the pain in his eyes to be replaced by panic from the lack of oxygen. I didn’t have to wait long - soon his eyes were darting left and right as he frantically tried to pull himself off my dick. I held on just a bit longer: waiting until he was just seconds away from passing out. Waiting for him to truly start fearing for his pathetic life. That’s when I started mercilessly facefucking the bitch. Letting go of his nose and holding his head in place with both hands, I quickly built up a rough pace, my knees grinding his already cut up palms into the filthy ground. The bitch only had a fraction of a second to gasp at the oxygen he desperately needed before my shaft plugged his throat again and again. Within seconds he started puking. Strangers’ piss gushed out of his mouth and nostrils in spurts, coating my dick with piss, throat slime, and the pubes that found their way down his whore throat. I slowed down for just a second, pulling his head back in until his nose was buried in my pubes, and forcing him to breathe in the stench of his stomach contents. He puked again directly into my crotch, and accidentally inhaled the urine. He started coughing, and my dick twitched at the thought of his lungs drowning in the chem piss that was in his stomach just a moment before. I resumed my brutal fuck, watching as the fountain of piss escaping his mouth grew smaller and smaller until he was retching nothing but air. Then I slammed my dick into him one last time, grinding his face into my pubes as I deposited a load straight down his gullet. Slowly, I pulled out. The hoarse breathing and coughing coming from the bitch told me his throat had been fucked raw. His bloodshot eyes drooped shut as tears and snot mixed with the drool hanging off his chin. I got up off the whore’s hands, lifting his face to mine so I could breathe in the piss-coated haze wafting from his mouth with every exhale. But I wasn’t finished yet. Motioning to another guy beside me to hold his head up by his hair, I pulled his eyelids open and let loose a torrent of piss straight into eyes, eliciting another raspy scream as he tried in vain to escape. As the torrent slowed to a stream, and then a trickle, I looked to his ass, realizing that I had been completely ignoring his other hole since we were back at my place. Yet another stranger was adding his load to the who-knows how many were already inside. I removed the mouth spreader and heard the whore breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that I must be done for now, but my dick twitched yet again at the thought of tearing his worthless cunt to pieces. I was far from done.

Chapter 6 There were about six booths in total, all with doors ajar expect one. I didn't know if the sex sounds were guys in the booth or from the porn playing. A tall handsome 30 something guy was leaning against a wall scrolling through his phone. Looking up he caught my eye and motioned for me to move closer. He opened his jeans showing me his beautiful big seven inch hardon with the most awesome upward curve. He pointed to an open booth with his eyes and we were inside before I could think. His pants were around his knees and I was kneeling on the floor with his cock in my mouth. I worked it for a while and his balls were pulling up nice and tight when he lifted me up and told me he wanted to fuck me. Once again, without thinking, I turned around, bent over, and his raw cock was pushing into me with only spit for lube. The danger of the situation only dawned on me when he bottomed out. My mind raced; 'Fuck! Yet another stranger fucking me bareback. And I didn't asked him a thing. This has to stop.' But his cock felt so good hitting my prostate I found I couldn't open my mouth or pull away. After a moment or two he pulled away and started to pull up his pants. I asked why he was leaving. "I just bred your ass man. Thanks " I checked with my finger and sure enough my hole was sloppy. When I was back in my clothes and leaving the booth two men in their 50's came into the booth area. The tallest of them pushed me back inside. He reached into the back of my jeans and finding my hole wet spun me around, dropped my pants and started fucking me with his small cock. Within seven pumps he was loading my guts. He left and without a word his friend stepped in and picked up where he had left off, accept this guy had a medium thick eleven inch man meat. My mind kept screaming 'get the fuck out of here, another stranger's in in you raw, what the fuck is the matter with you?" But my ass just kept pushing back and welcoming his pistonning action. He lasted about ten minutes before I could hear his soft moans. From the twitching I knew I was getting filled by yet another stranger. As I was proceeding to leave the store the young guy behind the counter winked and asked if I'd had a good time. "The wet spot at the ass of your shorts makes me think you did." I blushed back at him and noticed just how sexy he was. Rough looking, scruffy beard, slim sinewy shoulders exposed by a wife beater t. Lots of tattoos on his arms and shoulders. "There's usually a lull at this time of day. Why don't you come back here and help me pass the time." "No, I really should get going, but thanks." "Awe, I get it, such a good boy" he teased. That's when my brain flipped and I remembered my pact with myself. "Fuck it" I said, "sure." His pants were already off when I got behind the counter. I fumbled to get out of mine as his average seven inch cock slid deep down my throat. I froze when I heard the front door bell announce new arrivals. His hands just kept working my head so I silently kept sucking as he also proceeded to serve the two customers. They immediately headed for the back room booths. I took a closer look at the tattoo on the clerk's left thigh ... a scorpion poised to sting! I came out of my shocked daze and realized he was talking to me, "I'm ready to fuck you now, bend over this stool." And I did! His raw cock had no trouble entering my well lubricated hole and my brain was screaming, 'AGAIN?!'

Hi guys, this is the first time I’ve ever posted something like this online. It’s a short story about the first time I fucked, which also happened to be how I discovered raw sex. Like I said, its my first (true) story online and I hope you guys enjoy it 🙂 ______ An ex of mine used to say that the way you first experienced sex (raw or protected) would determine the way you fuck the rest of your life. I don’t think it’s a hard-and-fast rule, but I know it definitely applies to me. I had just started at university and discovered the joys on internet chat. Soon I was spending most afternoons at the university’s computer lab chatting to guys online. On the surface I was just trying to come to terms with being gay. But let’s face it, when you’re 18 all you want to do is fuck. So I found myself one afternoon in the computer lab chatting to random guys. I started chatting to one guy and as luck would have it, he lived near the university. After some general chit chat we turned to the subject of sex. Bear in mind I hadn’t seen a photo of this guy but I was keen as hell. I mentioned to him that I was a virgin but that I was meeting up with someone else from the Internet soon and didn’t want to be a complete novice. He told me he would be more than happy to show me the ropes. Luckily, he was working in IT and had a pretty flexible schedule so he could take some time off in the afternoon. We agreed to meet at a petrol station nearby in 15 minutes. I walked (really, really briskly) to my car, hopped in and was at the petrol station way sooner than the 15 minutes. I was nervous as hell but the guy eventually arrived. We sized each other up and I was soon following him to the apartment where he was staying. When we got the apartment we both stripped off really quickly. He had an amazing cock … thick and about 7 inches long. We started sucking each other off in a 69 on a bare mattress in the living room and I quickly asked him to fuck me. Naturally, I asked if he had a condom. He replied that he didn’t. I quickly made a decision and asked him to fuck me without a condom but not to cum in me. He then mentioned that he didn’t have any lube but by this time I was horny as fuck. Again, I decided to just go with the moment and told him to fuck me anyway. So he applied a bit of spit to his cock, pushed me chest down onto the mattress, pulled my cheeks apart and just shoved his cock into my waiting hole. It was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced, but it quickly turned to ecstasy as he took his cock out, applied more spit and continued to fuck me. Admittedly it took him quite a few thrusts before he got all the way inside me, but eventually there I was, 18 years old taking my first cock balls deep and bareback. The sex was intense. I remember reaching around, grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper into me. Without any warning except a low grunt, he unloaded into my hole. He pulled out and we proceeded to kiss. I was nervous as hell that he had just unloaded in me but told me I had nothing to worry about. He was kind enough to tell me I was a good kisser. He told me to get dressed and basically pushed me out the door. Wham. Bam. I never met up with him again or saw him online again. But a year later I was meeting up with a friend who had just moved into a new apartment. I went to visit and bizarrely it was the same flat I had got fucked in. The matrass on the floor was of course gone, but I could still see it there in mind. I smiled thinking about what had gone down that afternoon a year before … One of the results from that random fuck was that I discovered the joys of bareback sex. I’ve never used a condom in my life after that first fuck and I’ve been chasing (on and off) ever since.

I went out last night and bar hopped. I was tipsy and on my way home. It was 5:00 am on the 1 train and there was just me, a homeless guy asleep and this really hot guy looking at his phone. After a couple stops he looked up. We made eye contact and I smiled (through my mask). He didn't break eye contact... Then he grabbed his crotch and I raised my eye brows and smiled again. He got up walked over to me and undid his pants and pulled out a thick 7 inch beautiful cock... I did what a good cumdump does and started sucking him off. It was hot as hell. I took his cock as deep down my throat as I could. Just as we pulled into the station he shot his hot load down my throat. Zipped up and walked out the subway car. It was a true fantasy cum true!!!

Some of these replies are fucking nauseating. This is the HIV/AIDS & Sexual Health forum. Take your bugchasing and giver/chaser fetish shit to the bugchasing forum where it belongs. The OP has a shockingly high viral load and his CD4 count indicates that the Enemy Virus is successfully destroying his immune system - and you sick motherfuckers don’t give a rat’s ass about his well-being. “Welcome to the brotherhood”? You can’t call people who care so little about each other’s lives brothers in any sense of the word. I’m a seven-year AIDS survivor who came as close to death from it as you possibly can, so I qualify for your “brotherhood” about as well as anyone, but I want no part of your bugchasing “brotherhood” of lunatics. The OP has joined a different kind of brotherhood, whether he realizes it or not - a brotherhood of those who have to fight the Enemy to survive. To the OP: It is imperative that you begin ART as soon as possible to mitigate the damage being done to your immune system. My CD4 count got to 49. I will likely never see 500 again. Right now, after seven years of rigorous adherence to ART, my system was so damaged I am still struggling to keep it above 200. You think you want this. You don’t. If you reach AIDS and the opportunistic microorganisms that surround us attack you, you’ll either die, or you will suffer and sexy will be the last thing on your mind. And even if you don’t let it get to that extreme, HIV doesn’t just sit there idle in your body - your body is under a constant siege of inflammation, and science still isn’t sure of all of the results of that, but you’ll be more susceptible to certain cancers, it’ll be easier for you to get sick, and be sicker when you do. Even when you get past the point where you have to take prophylactic meds to stave off pneumonia, meningitis, and a dozen other illnesses waiting in line to kill you, expect to endure molluscum, thrush, candidiasis and shingles. Had ‘em all. Guess what? People with advanced or untreated HIV are on the list of those the CDC has identified for whom the COVID vaccines aren’t as effective and who need a third and likely a fourth vaccination to maintain a level of protection from COVID. I’m now triple-vaxxed because without it I could end up on a fucking ventilator. This is what you want? This is the fate you’re merrily passing on to other people you fuck with your sky-high viral load? This is the result you’re happy with? Think none of the above will happen to you? Think again, brother. It’s already happening. I’ve been to that place and just barely made it back alive. You don’t want to go there. Anybody who says he does is either non compos mentis or just a goddamned idiot.

Starting to write some new chapters, so look for those to cum here soon.

Back in the 70's in NYC we had lots of other venues to pursue - small move theatres, baths, piers, bars, etc. Sadly most don't exist today. But in those days there was never a problem "getting it". Oink!

Just remember: saying a huge toy/fist pig like me with slit/gash where a tiny hole used to be has to wear diapers is saying dancers and gymnasts must have trouble walking because their hamstrings are so stretched out. Granted, with the amount of use I get I am hosed out most everyday so i don't ever take a 'natural shit' but were my rectum and colon to give out and I wind up needing to always hose out or wear diapers I'd keep at it because they pleasure rush is worth it.

For me it's less about the volume or the damage and a lot more about watching a man really enjoy his smoke, a dude who inhales every last wisp of ssmoke he can manage every time he takes a drag, breathes it in deep and takes a second to breath it back out again and the stream is considerablely less than what you saw in his mouth just before he snapped, that's what's hot to me.... I hate watching a man burn through 10 smokes an hour but let half of every drag out before he inhales and then exhaling so fast that it's barely even had a chance to get any niicotine from it, then he puts it out with the 1/4 of thesmeoke left and lights up again a minute later..... I only smoke about a pack a day but i make every fucking smoke count!

OK so this happened on my way back from vacation. I had stopped at rest stop late at night to grab an energy drink for the rest of the drive home. I got my drink and sat at a picnic table under a streetlamp to enjoy the cool summer night and to check grindr for any new dick pics. After scrolling thru the usual "heys" and "pic?" for a few minutes, I get a new message from a blank profile that says "is this you" followed by a picture of me sitting on the table under the light. I look up and see a few cars in the dark parking lot but I can't make out any details. I feel my phone vibrate and I look down at a new message that reads "go to the restroom and meet me in the last stall". My curiosity and horniness gets the better of me so I finish my drink and I do as instructed. I sit in the last stall as instructed for a few minutes until I hear the door creak open. Heavy boots sound on the aging tile. The stall door swings open and I meet my mystery man. He's an older stocky scruffy and tanned latino man standing a few inches taller than me dressed in a neon safety yellow shirt and jeans. He says, "you're such a good boy, following my instructions. I'm Tomas and I've got something I think you'll enjoy" Tomas unfastens his belt, undoes his jeans, and whips out one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen. As long as my forearm and almost as thick as the can my energy drink came in. It was uncut and then the smell hits me. I immediately smell the sweat and musk of his cock and balls. It smells so good I forget where I am and i drop to my knees and start kissing the head and down the shaft. Tomas says "I knew you such a pretty little cocksucker the moment I opened that app and saw your profile. I got so hard watching you walk to the restroom I figured you'd like a taste" I lick his shaft back to the tip before kissing it and sucking on the head. I'm sucking his cock getting it nice and wet for a few minutes only reaching half way down his cock. It's so thick. Tomas notices that I'm struggling to deep throat his fat cock. He moans "let me help you with that" and he forces my head down to the base. I hit the base and gag. He holds my head there and I inhale the scent of his sweat and musk in his pubes. I gag again and force myself off to get air. I catch my breath and move towards his balls. Tomas drops his jeans and steps out of them revealing a pair of hairy muscular thighs and his jockstrap. He pulls down his jockstrap and steps out of that and pulls off his shirt showing his hairy chest. Once he's undressed, except for his boots, I reach for his balls to savor his musk. I take his balls in my mouth and suck on them. His musk is so intoxicating. Tomas says "OK now it's my turn. I don't want to bust before tasting that sweet boy ass". He pulls my shirt and shorts off. My pale cock pops out. I've been leaking precum this whole time. "No underwear? You were looking for cock weren't you? Always at the ready like a good little faggot. Now, turn around" he orders me. I do as I'm told. "Wow that ass is unreal. Can't believe you were trying to hide this underneath your gym shorts" Tomas kneels down and spreads my ass showing him a smooth pink hole winking at him. He dives in first kissing my hole before digging his tongue in. His tongue plunged as far as it can go swirling around my insides. He eats my ass so good. After a few minutes of getting my hole nice and wet, he slips two fingers in to start working my hole. He reaches around and slowly starts milking my cock. As his fingers rub my prostate I start getting close to cumming. "Are you about to bust? Cum in my hand. I want to taste it" I do as I'm told and I cum in his hand. He takes his hand and licks the cum off. He stands up and spins me around kissing me, mouth full of cum. We swirl the cum back and forth, our tongues dancing before I swallow it all. "What a good boy. I didn't even have to tell you to swallow. Now bend over facing the toilet. I think you're ready for my cock" I do as I'm told and bend over. I grab the toilet and hang on. He spits on my hole and slowly pushes the head in. I feel my hole begin to stretch to take his cock. He spits on his cock and pushes forward until he's all the way in. "Wow I'm impressed. Most boys your size struggle to take my cock but you took it like a seasoned faggot. I bet you take a lot of big cock." I play with my hole a lot but it feels like he's going to tear me in two. Tomas puts his hands on my hips and begins to thrust slowly at first until he's built up speed, rhythmically pounding away at my hole. His big low-hanging balls slap mine in rhythm. He pounds away for a few minutes before pulling out with a loud pop. I feel my hole gape. He plunges back in before it can close. He smacks my ass with his big bear paw of a hand. A loud smack echoes off the walls in the empty restroom. My hole clenches tight around his fat cock and I feel it pulsate. He moans and cums deep in my ass. It's warm but feels so good. He pulls out and says "you did good taking it all but I'm still hard. Let's go another round" I turn around and see him still hard. He sits down on the toilet and orders me to fuck myself on his cock. I turn around, line my still tender hole up, and slowly sink down on his cock. I moan the whole way down. I start moving up and down until I'm bouncing. I'm moaning the whole time. Tomas leans down, grabs his jockstrap, and says "if you don't quiet down, I'll shove this in your mouth. Understand?" I nod and moan out a 'yes sir' before bouncing some more. The door to the restroom creaks open and I freeze and sit on his cock. Tomas shoves the smelly jockstrap in my mouth and whispers "quiet". He flips me up and onto his chest. He slowly slides me up and down his cock, my feet resting on his beefy thighs. There's someone else 10ft away pissing. Tomas whispers to me "do you think we should invite him in?" I shake my head no. "Good I didn't want to share my toy" The door creaks open again and the stranger leaves. Tomas, still holding me up, picks up speed again, using gravity to drive himself deeper inside me. He pulls the jockstrap out of my mouth and says "let's cum together". He thrusts some more getting deeper and deeper each time. I feel his cock tense up and he floods my hole again, more than when he cummed the first time. I cum too exploding all over my chest. He slides out of me, his cum dripping out of my used hole, and pushes me off of him. I reach to my used hole and push some of his cum into my hand. I lick it off and kiss him, pushing his cum into his mouth. We swap it back and forth before I swallow it. "Damn boy you have been the best reststop faggot I've ever fucked. Spread your ass for me, I want to see it gape." I do as I'm told and bend over spreading my ass to show my gaping used hole. It's tender and cum drips on the floor. We both get dressed and clean up, and walk out one at a time. The cum leaks out my hole as I walk back to my car, my ass sore while I make the trip back home.

Chapter 4 The ginger bear and I continued to snog as four more loads were pumped into my guts. In the meantime the bear got a great pounding and one more load delivered with a great roar. Ginger bear suggested we leave now that our load counts were even. We scrambled around to find our strewn clothes and headed out of the woods. As I was unlocking my bike the bear invited me to his place. I tossed my bike in the back of his pickup and we were on the road. I began to worry about all the cum I had taken and asked if I should have asked status before taking cocks bare. He responded; "It's up to you kid. Maybe in the future, but it's a little late to worry about tonight." Delivered with a good natured laugh. It was not long 'til we arrived at his town house. He unlocked and invited me in the front door. The door was no sooner closed than we were snogging and ripping off each other's clothes. Both naked he pulled me up the stairs and threw me onto his king size bed. It smelled fresh, the sheets had been dried outdoors. I lay on my back and his big hairy body lay over me like a comfy quilt. He looked me straight in the eye. "So what would you like to happen here young man?" "Shit ... I don't know ... what do you want?" "I want to fuck your no longer virgin ass. " "Holy fuck ... you are massive ... I don't think I can manage it ... even with all this cum for lube. " "Don't worry, I'll open you up slowly. It won't be long 'til you beg for bigger. " "Holy shit ... I don't know... um... oh fuck it! Yeah ... fuck me , fuck me now!" He rolled me over, ate and tongue fucked my ass for the longest time. Then he started messaging and penetrating my hole with his thick fingers. He had amazing skills. When he figured I was ready he lay on his back and told me to sit on his cock; "That way you'll be in control. " I climbed on the beautiful hairy hill of his body and together we lined up his massive cock head with my hole. I tried to sit down but there was no way it was going in. He reached into his bedside table and brought out a small brown bottle. Uncapping it he took a few sniffs in each nostril. I followed his lead. My head immediately began to spin and warmth flooded my body. He encouraged me to take two more long hits per nostril. With head spinning and ass so fuckin horny I just squatted on his pole and three inches popped inside. He smiled and encouraged: "Sit on down. You're doing great. Take a bit more. " I pushed down and two more inches eased into me. As I stroked the hair on his chest and tummy he slowly and gently started to fuck me from below. After a dozen pumps he was eight inches in. I felt like I was riding a telephone pole. I was encouraged to take a few more sniffs and I was soon fully impaled loving the feel of his thick furry bush on my naked ass and taint. Again he smiled and asked; "You ready to get fucked kid?" "Five guys have already fucked me tonight, that makes six today... but, yeah, I'm ready for you to fuck the living daylights out of this newbie ass man. " And fuck me he did. First from the bottom, then missionary, then doggy. I lost track of all the positions and angles as well as the time. Back in missionary for the third time I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was getting close. His words confirmed my suspicions: "Where do you want my load kid?" "Inside me of course ... please, NO, NO ... WAIT ... what 's your HIV status?" "Poz " "Undetectable?" "Fuck no, no meds here kid, massive viral load. "

Chapter 3 It was after dark and there were a few more cars in the parking lot when I got back to the woods. There were many more guys on the trails as well as lots of sexual activity around almost every turn. I found it hard to believe this swarm of sex had been so close all of my life and before today I had known nothing about it. I stopped to watch a group of three guys taking turns fucking a kid that couldn't have been any older than me. They motioned me closer and I reached in to confirm the cock in the ass was indeed fucking raw. Each time a top switched out it was clear there was no protection in sight. Within the next ten minutes each of the three tops bred the young man. I decided to move along and soon met a big bear of a man. His shirt was open displaying a forest of reddish hair on his solid chest and stomach. He had a medium cropped reddish beard and his nicely shaped head was shaved completely bald. When he was adjacent to me he gently reached out and pulled my face in for a passionate kiss. For the next few moments our tongues danced together. When he broke the kiss he took my hand and led me to a small clearing. Sitting on a stump he dropped my shorts and took my already hard cock deep down his throat. Having already had a couple powerful orgasms earlier my fear of cumming too soon was quickly dispelled. The sight of this ginger bear working my cock was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Soon one of his fingers was messaging my hole and my groans of pleasure betrayed I wanted more. He gently turned me around and bent me over a log. His luscious tongue, mouth and beard were applied to my ass. After a five minute tongue fucking he stood and started pushing his raw cock into my wet excited sphincter. I knew I was tight and he must have been huge 'cause there was no way that thing was going in. He tapped me on the back and invited me to taste his cock. I now knew just how huge he was. My jaw was fully stretched to manage his girth. There was no way his erect ten inches was going to fit down my inexperienced throat.. He was extremely encouraging of my efforts and soon invited me to sample his big hairy ass. I did my best to follow his example as well as the demonstrations I had been watching on porn sites. I must have done okay 'cause he was soon moaning his deep appreciation. Just as my tongue was beginning to cramp and tire he asked me to fuck him. I said I didn't have a condom and asked if he did. He responded; "You are new to this aren't you kid. " I replied; "Yes, my first day. " Him; "No need for rubber kid, just push your beaut up my ass. " So I did. Slipped right in his wet hairy hole. It was so slippery I realized the great taste while I ate his ass had been who knows how many other guys loads. As much as I was enjoying the experience of raw fucking him the question wouldn't leave my mind. My inner voice said; 'fuck it, just ask him.' "How many loads you got in there? " "Just three. " "Fuck, that's so hot. What's the most you've taken at one time.?" "Was hard to keep track. About 15 one night in a bathhouse sling. " "Holy fuck ... oh shit ... I'm ... so ... close..." "Breed me boy, let me be your first. " I was unloading as he spoke. As I caught my breath I apologized; "Sorry, you are the second. I bred a guy here this afternoon. Virgin before that though. " "Fuckin hot kid ... anyone breed your hole yet?" "Some guy was in me, but I pulled off before he could cum. ... I guess that's why I came back. I honestly regret not taking his load. But, he had just been bred with an unmedicated poz load. " "So fuckin hot." He stood,turned me and wrapped me in a huge bear hug. I had never felt so safe and cared for. I rewarded him with a deep kiss and we snogged for the next 10 minutes. "Come on kid, let's go get you some experience. " We peeled out of our shirts and pants and set off through the woods hand in hand. Coming to a large opening with ten guys in various stages of undress and sexual activity we made our way to the center of the group. We jumped right into the sexual orgy and quickly had hands and mouths all over us. I turned from sucking a thin six inch cock to see my ginger bear getting fucked by a big black man. My bear motioned for me to lean in and we resumed our snogging. Immediately I felt something at my rear door and turned my head to find the thin six inch cock entering me raw. I was surprised to hear my voice; "Yeah, fuck me. " Followed quickly by the bear; "Breed that virgin ass. Plant his first raw load deep. " We returned to snogging as the pace of fucking frantically increased. The big black guy was the first to bellow as he came deep inside the ginger bear. My top was quiet but I could feel a growing pressure from the fluids entering my gut. The twitches and spasms of the cock inside me felt fantastic. Ginger bear spoke; "Did he load you up kid?" I stuck a finger in my wet hole, then in my mouth; "Yup, he sure did." And we high fived!

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

Yes there were so many place to do things and the piers on Friday & Saturday by Christopher st were amazing in the summer.

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Kinda feel bad right now. Just met this bottom on Grindr and I bred him. Trying to keep my promise to stop these random hook ups but it’s addictive. My boyfriend told me if you’re gonna hook up use condoms and I told him I would but I’m finding it hard to do. I had condoms on me ready to meet this cute bottom who I was chatting with since yesterday. Came over to his place and he instantly unzipped my pants, dropped them down and planted his mouth on my dick. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I’m trying to think straight but I lost all sense. Next thing I know he starts undressing exposing this gstring with a perfect bubble ass. A deep primal urge came over me. I was grunting and my dick swole up so hard it hurts. He then bent over with his beautiful ass in my face and at that moment I lost all rational thought. I moved his thong to the side, spit in his hole and pushed my dick in, heard the pop sound. He started moaning and squirming and it got me even harder the more he tried to get away. I’m balls deep in him slow stroking and grunting just looking at this beautiful bubble ass bounce as I grip his thong. I start to pick up aggression and get into a tunnel vision where I cannot stop anymore. All logic and rational thought goes away. I just wanted to flood this bottom for relief nothing else mattered. Next thing I know I grunt and felt myself throb inside him. He reaches behind to hold me inside him while he says thank you repeatedly. I slowly started coming back to my senses and we got dressed, exchanged contact and I left. Get to my car and put my hand in my pocket to grab my keys and I pulled out the condom. Fuck! I’m really trying to control these urges.

I went yesterday with a friend - we travelled up from London and got there just after 12-midday. On the journey we were talking and convinced ourselves that a daytimeCumUnion party on a Tuesday wouldn't be that busy. Oh, how wrong we were! The place was rammed and it was almost impossible to find parking. The guy on the door said there were 260 guys in. The venue is very large - a similar size to Greenhouse Darlaston. The main differences from Greenhouse being that the steam room is a large cruise maze, not just a room and seems to be one of the hotspots for action. I'd recommend wearing slides as the hard plastic anti-slip flooring in here makes your soles quite sore after a while, and the steam softens the skin. The dry cruise areas are very maze-like and you really can get lost there. I only bumped into my friend twice in 6 hours. The guys skewed towards rough/tough blue-collar blokes over 40 - definitely more bears and hardly any twinks. For me this was perfect! Naked was enforced (towels not to be worn) and this usually would put me off, but actually the atmosphere was so positive it was not an issue at all. Top to bottom ratio was - as is usual - many bottoms and few tops, but the guys seemed more willing to play versatile, so there was plenty of fun to be had. Activity definitely seemed to peak around 2pm and after the free buffet it seemed to become less busy. Although they sell refreshments and snacks, there's no alcohol. We stayed until about 7pm by which time numbers had dwindled to about 20 and it seemed there was no 'after work' second wave to speak of. The staff were excellent and really friendly - couldn't have been more helpful. I've been to other CumUnion parties and found them hard going if you're not a gym bunny or over 40. This was totally different: it was just so much relaxed horny fun. So we were both really impressed and I think this is an amazing place. It was well worth the entry and a three hour drive there and back. I'm already booking a Tuesday off next month to do this again. The weekend CumUnion will likely attract a different crowd just because it is a weekend, and I'd also like to try their bears themed day.

This is attempt #2 at some fantasy fiction I wrote for my husband. He Chooses We had agreed that this trip to the dirty-bookstore-slash-sexclub would be a total power exchange, meaning he would be in charge. Though “in charge” doesn’t quite capture it. A TPE for us meant he owned me for the scene. It meant that he got to make every choice about what happened between us or involving others. Our agreement was that I was only to use a safe word if absolutely necessary, and that he was going to push both our limits if he had the chance. I wanted to see how much I could give myself up. He wanted the rush of the Dominant energy and to see just what he was willing to do or have done to my body, which was without question his property for the evening. Which is how I found myself cuffed to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the upstairs playroom, naked, being flogged. I couldn’t complain, as this was a favorite thing for me. He never really hurt me, per se, but he was striking me pretty hard and the thuds on my back were a stress release I loved. I was already in subspace. We had started downstairs, in the booths and the dark areas. Once we got a locker, he had me strip to my jock and sneakers, put a collar on me and led me around. In the dim light of one area, he opened his pants and pushed me down, holding my hair. Putting the head of his cock in my mouth, he let go of his bladder. I swallowed furiously, not wasting any of it. Drained, he slowly fucked my mouth for a minute then pulled me up. An audience had gathered, a couple of whom followed us to a darker corner. Back on my knees, he fed me his cock while the onlookers pulled theirs out and stroked. He pushed my head toward a stranger who eagerly fed me his cock. Then to a second. I alternated between the three cocks, hitting my poppers now and then. I had no sense of time, but it must have gone on for a good 5 or 10 minutes. One of the “guests” began to moan and my husband pushed my head down on the stranger’s dick again. I felt the man grab my head and thrust rapidly into my mouth and push his cock into my throat. He groaned loudly as he came in my mouth. Then I felt the splatter as stranger number 2 came on my face. My husband reached down and put a hand under my shoulder to help me to my feet, saying “Do not wipe that cum off your face, whore.” “Yes sir” He took me by the collar and led me upstairs. Upon reaching the play room he put me in the bondage cuffs he had in his bag, made me strip, and put me on the cross. He’d been flogging me for a while and we had some new guests watching. Several of whom had cocks out, stroking. That must have been his cue. Unfastening me from the cross, he whispered in my ear “Go get on the bench.” I did as ordered. He cuffed me to the fuck bench on all fours, my ass exposed to our watchers. He took his shorts off and fed me his cock, slowly fucking my face until he was hard. He pulled it out of my mouth and leaned down, giving me a hit of poppers. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out lube and walked behind me. I felt the cool liquid hit my hole and a finger enter me. He fucked me with a finger for a bit, then added a second, stretching my hole with multiple fingers and adding lube. After he was satisfied that I was open enough, he lined up behind me and I felt him slowly push his cock into me. I groaned in pleasure as he sunk to the hilt. He took up a steady rhythm of fucking me, reaching around to pinch my nipples and occasionally smacking my ass. Suddenly he pulled out and came around to my head. He had his bag in hand. “Clean your ass off my cock”, he ordered, shoving his cock in my waiting mouth. He rummaged around the bag, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt new fingers touch my ass, and my husband must have nodded his assent as fingers entered me, first one, followed by a second and I think a third. Suddenly I had a bandanna over my nose, and I felt my husband tie it around the back of my head as the poppers he had obviously soaked on the bandanna hit my nose. I breathed in, and my eyes rolled in pleasure. He leaned down to speak to me. “Who owns your hole?” “You do, sir”, I replied through the haze. “And that means I get to do anything to it, right?” “Yes, sir.” “I mean anything. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.”, I said again. He put his mouth near my ear. “I have wanted to see you take cock raw forever. You gave up your hole, so I get what I want tonight. This stranger is going to fuck you, bare, and I want his cum up your ass. Do you understand?” I moaned my excitement through the popper-induced fog and nodded. He continued “I’m going to let him fuck you raw now, and you don’t get a choice. I don’t care if you don’t like it. Your hole is mine. And if I’m lucky maybe some of these other guys will use it, too. Anyone who gets your ass tonight gets it raw, and they’re going to breed you, you slut.” With that he must have nodded to the man behind me, and I felt the stranger’s cock push into me. “Holy fuck that’s hot” my husband said and the stranger fucked me, slowly at first and then harder, slamming his hips against my cheeks and grunting as his cock went in me stroke after stroke, skin on skin. After a couple of minutes he shoved into me all the way and grunted and I felt his cock spasm as he came up my ass. He pulled out, but only a moments passed before his cock was replaced by another. This one a stranger too, because my husband had pushed his own cock back in my mouth, which he was using to keep him hard. Not that he needed it - that dick I loved in my mouth was probably the hardest it had ever been. “Jesus Christ I had no idea seeing you take it raw without a choice would be so fucking hot. You’re such a whore. Take that random dick, you nasty faggot.” Stranger number 2 pumped hard and held my hips as his cock jerked inside me, filling my hole with load #2. He pulled out, slapped my ass, said “Thanks”, and walked away. They must have been the only two, because my husband slipped out of my mouth, walked behind me, and slammed his cock up my hole. “Good god their cum as lube feels amazing.” He started pounding my ass and it took no more than about 15 seconds and he almost shouted as he pumped his load into me. He pulled out again and I felt his fingers near my ass. “Push out the cum, whore” he ordered. I relaxed and let the cum of two total strangers and my husband ooze out. He scooped it up and came around to my head. Yanking the bandanna off, he shoved his cum-coated fingers in my mouth. “Eat that cum from your ass.” I eagerly licked and sucked it off him, tasting the strangers cum and my own hole. For a moment the sound of us breathing hard was the only other noise against the blaring the music the club played. My husband squatted down. “I’m so proud of you, taking what I wanted to see get done to you.” With that he kissed me deeply, unfastened me, and helped me up. We dressed and headed home, both sated. And for me, bred.

Never more than a week. I crave cock, cum, and ass too much!

Chapter 5 Me: "Don't ... cum ..." Ginger bear: " To ... fu ...ckin ... late ... I'm fillin your ass now .... you're full of toxic cum now for sure ! Me: "What the fuck man! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Him: "You didn't ask. Besides you took all those loads earlier, no questions asked. " Me: "Shit! I gotta get out of here." I ran down the stairs, pulled on my clothes, pulled my bike from his truck and desperately road toward home and my old life. Halfway home I stopped and sat on a park bench to see if I could clear my frantic brain. Just yesterday I had been so innocent and a virgin. I hadn't even watched porn let alone considered allowing a freshly pozed guy stick his raw cock in my ass. Of course I had already bred him. Then in the sensual intoxication of the ginger bear I had let five guys breed me. Without a question let them slip their raw cocks into me and dump their loads. Where had my common sense gone?Then to go home with the bear and proceed to let him tear my inexperienced ass apart and announce to late he was dumping an undetectable poz load. 'Holy fuckin shit! I'm sitting here within one day with six loads in my guts and at least one of them could be pozing me right this very moment. I've never been so fuckin frightened in my entire life, yet there is no denying I'm boned up and hornier than hell. Fuck it!' I hoped on my bike and rode back to the woods. There were far fewer cars and hardly any guys left on the trails; but, there were enough that I kept playing and taking loads until the sun was starting to come up. Riding home I promised myself I would find the closest sexual health clinic and figure out what could be done at this stage. My plan was thwarted by my distraught parents who grounded me for the fright I had given them by staying out all night without letting them know I was okay. They also gave me a list of chores long enough to choke a giraffe. Three days later I had still not been able to get to a clinic and I was hornier than a breeding bull moose. Remembering some of the porn I'd continued to watch I decided to check out an Adult book store. The clerk behind the counter checked my I.D. and gave me a quick verbal tour of the store. He was sure to let me know about the door leading to the porn booths and sold me the requisite number of tokens. I made a pretense of looking at books and magazines but essentially beelined to the inviting door.

The next day Jess went to work and I knew i needed Omar and his friend again. But before I could make a move, I got a text message. 'Come grab a toy, we'll explain.' I went over and walked into his apartment and his friend handed me a very large toy, my hand couldn't wrap fully around it. "Go back to your place and work on this toy, once you are able to get it in, we'll come over and have fun." Omar said. "Ye, Sir." I responded and took it back to my apartment. I started off with a medium sized toy, and made sure to really work lube into me. I then worked my way up to a 9inch dildo we have used before to see how Jess enjoyed being spit roasted. Then it came time for the large toy after having a good amount of fun with the incher. The large toy wasn't too much longer, but man, it was definitely much thicker. Even with just finishing with the last dildo, this was giving me some trouble going in. It reminded me of a long time ago, trying regular sized toys in my ass only to have my tight virgin ass reject them. I added more lube, and even squirted some inside me. Cleanliness went out the window, lube was everywhere. There was a knock on the door, 'fuck' I thought, I can't answer the door like this if it isn't them. I looked through the eye glass and no one was there. I opened it a crack and looked down, there was a little black bag with2 new poppers, a Maximum Impact and a cum stained rag. I took the poppers inside and after struggling to open them took a hit of each. My head was spinning and my heart rate dropped, but I felt my ass loosen up even without the toy. I went back to it and sure enough the poppers helped it get past the first rung. It took a lot of moving back and forth and some pressure (my ass now craved to be used by this toy) but it was no good. I took the rag and put a small pour of poppers on a corner, folded it over and sprayed the same corner with Maximum Impact, then shoved the towel into my mouth and plugged my nose. The breath was deep and cold, almost too much for my lungs to handle. It did the trick, my ass loosened up just enough, I felt my hole stretch to its limit and it slowly sunk into me. My cock was the smallest it has ever been with this amount of strain on my hole. I moved the toy in and out, and then after a little bit was able to move it about half way into my body. I sent Omar a message. "Got it in," I texted. "Ok, face away from the door, on your knees, riding it when we come in." He replied. I did as I was told, a towel was under my knees so it wouldn't hurt, and then sat back towards my heels, my ass taking the massive toy into my ass. It wasn't long before the door opened. I assumed it was Omar and his friend, but I was afraid of punishment for looking. "Spread your cheeks lets see it work your ass." his friend said. I reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, and the toy sank in a good inch deeper before I lifted myself and sank down again onto it. Omar walked around to the front and his cock was at my mouths height. I leaned in to take it into my mouth, and he let me. His semi hard cock filled my mouth as his friend let his hand explore my ass, legs and back. After a while of giving Omar's cock some love he pulled his cock out and his friend laid down in front of me. Before I could figure out how to maneuver myself to keep the toy in, Omar un-suction-cupped the toy from the floor and used it as a lever to pull my ass up slightly, causing my body to fall forward onto his friends cock. As I started to suck his friend, Omar started to really fuck me roughly with the toy. It was hard to concentrate on giving pleasure when my ass felt like I sat on a traffic bollard. My ass started to loosen up though and it felt good. Poppers were once again administered to the rag and I was loving it. I was so focused on the feeling in my ass that the sound of the bathroom fan droned out, and all I could hear is the guys mumbling and feeling the toy get worked deeper and harder into me. The toy was taken out and I bowed my head in relief, yet sadness. I was pushed over his friend, and part of me hoped they would DP me. I was right. Omar's friend below me, positioned his cock into my hole, and Omar's cock helped his get pushed in along side his. It felt incredible, and I could really feel both cocks as they worked their way in and out at the same time and sometimes at different tempos. After a what felt like not enough time to be honest, his friend came inside me. Omar feeling his friend cum was driven over the edge and as his friend was resting deep inside me, Omar went faster and pumped his load to join his friends deep. They both pulled out and I was rolled off, and they got dressed. Before they left, Omar took the toy and shoved it into my ass. The toy so big even still, that it was able to stay inside me, my hole stretching so tight it wouldn't slide out.

Twin bro ~ b 4 5/6 Started to shave summer I turned 12. Hormones a *plenty* WAY before becoming a teen. I KNEW what I wanted.... When Mom/Dad & twin went to The Cities (Minneapolis/St. Paul) I was a PRECOCIOUS 'crotch-watcher'.... and would 'get caught'....STARING. I also had developed a 'technique' for contact....I spy out a guy with a BIG bulge.... in a crowd (The State Fair was PRIME territory)...as he passed, I √ out his BULGE.... turn around.... PASS him...then stop, looking around...standing directly in his path.....(out of the corner of my eye) when he was 2-3 steps away, I'd turn around 'looking off in the distance'.... if he were coming from my (L) I'd turn my left hand 'palm open' - thumb by left pants pocket... subtly take 1/2 step forward...so as to slow his gate...as my palm brushes across his bulge {completely LIMP hand-so as to conceal INTENDED contact) . . . making SURE to keep that 'off in the distance querying look' !! This is the FIRST time I have shared my antics....with ANYONE ! How exhilarating !

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

Shaved pubes are not a deal breaker for me, but I love a man with a bushy crotch. There's nothing like digging your nose into a forest of pubic. It usually retains some sweat and man scent, which makes me even hungrier. What are others' thoughts on this? Shaved or bushy?

I won’t turn down anyone shaved, but as a naturally smooth guy I prefer bushy, natural crotches. Hell, I prefer hair everywhere. I love being able to find a random pube in my mouth hours after being with a man.

I have a pa'd cock.. captured ball type, not as large as it is now but.. several years ago I was in Melbourne with work and spent some time at club 80 on the friday night. Was downstairs and fucked a boy bent over on a platform.. great fuck, blew and then pulled out. It felt odd and in the semi darkness felt down and I was missing the ball! Stopped the boy from leaving.. bent him over , planted two fingers in and was able to get the ball out. He said that he had felt something that was hurting him a bit , but had no idea what was causing it.. we both had a laugh about it.. swapped details and I had him again 3 months later. Now always make sure that the ball is tight when I go out.

Totally the same here, not into damage or quantity. For me, it's the sight of seeing a guy really enjoy his smoke, the way he holds the cigarette in his hand, between his lips, the hunger and pleasure you see when a guy lights up after he's had to wait for a smoke. These were the types of guys a sought out, to watch whether in the street or online. Guys like you @cansmoker84 who I have followed for many years on various sites, your passion for smoking was what drew me to you. Then watching your progression, the addition of tats n piercings, your leather, to your poz journey. So hot.

I had gone to a gay bar in Louisville, which was a brand-new thing for me as 1) I had never cruised anyone anywhere and didn’t know the first thing about it, and 2) I don’t drink. How clueless was I, you ask? I brought a book to read, that’s how clueless. So I’m sitting there at a small round table in a corner with my idiot nose half-buried in a book, and this guy walks up to me and says, “Today is my birthday, and I really don’t want to spend it alone.” ”You shouldn’t have to,” I replied. He grinned, then said he lived not far away and would I mind coming to his apartment? I did, and he bred me three separate times that evening. We didn’t discuss who would bottom, he just took what he wanted, and I did what seemed very natural to me. The fuck was everything I had imagined it could be, and sort of cemented the direction I would go from then on. When we were done I let him know that I had been taken my gay virginity, but he didn’t seem to believe me. He had me back a couple more times before he had had enough of my ass and was ready to move on. Some people might ask what I thought of the fact that the first man who ever fucked me was black, if that contributes to me particularly enjoying servicing men of color. But honestly, when I think of him, all I think of was that it was his birthday, and he didn’t want to spend it alone. Either that or he had a good pick-up line. Note: The first guy who fucked me is not the same as the first guy who sucked me off, but that’s a completely different - and much stranger - story.

My latest load... Taggedslut Breeding! There’s a local 26 yr old lad on Grindr who is fit as fuck. His pics show him in the gym in black t shirt, shorts and baseball cap with white nike socks. He’s clearly got a bf but it doesn’t stop him using me as his slut when he needs an anon cumdump to get off in. He’s just delivered his load and was particularly horny as he messaged me wanting me to get preloaded for him. He said he didn’t want to know who but wanted to find my cunt used, tagged as proof of use and full of cum. I quickly found a willing random who wanted to breed. It’s fucking hot knowing your taking a strangers load purely as lube. The 26 yr old waited until I confirmed I’d been bred then drove over. My hole had been left filled and plugged and that’s just how he found me. There’s no doubt I’m used as just his sleazy faggot when he needs to cheat on his bf. He unzipped his skinny ripped jeans and slapped his semi against the plug a few times. He paused to peel the jeans down his legs and he yanked the plug straight out. It must have been cum covered as he rubbed it over his now solid dick. Like me he’s a fellow popper freak so he grabbed em and placed the head of his dick at my cummy hole. He took a deep hit and pushed in. His full 8 inches filled my cunt as he treated me to a proper horny fucking. Most guys just want to get off, he was here for a work out! I moaned with pleasure and was told to, ‘shut the fuck up’! He fucked harder and deeper than he’d done before and I loved it. I was pinned to the bed as he totally creamed the strangers load inside me. Every time he was close he dropped the pace. He clearly needed to use a cumslut but was making the most of his cheating dick using my willing cunt. He took a deep hit and I knew he was ready to pump a load! I grabbed his throbbing dick with my ass muscles and his legs tensed up ready for a good hard pounding. I felt him take a deep breath and then the release. His hot cheating cum was being pumped into my creamed cunt and fuck did he shoot a hot load. He pulled out and grabbed the pen and tagged me as CUM SLUT, zipped up and left his load dribbling from my hole. Fucking horny as ever! GRINDR26.

absolutely right! it all needs to go down deep and stay there!

Took load #119 for the year at a ABS glory hole Sat night,.ass pushed up to hole got bred have no idea who it was.

Most embarrassing time during sex was just 2 months ago. on the start of the day i always do a deep anal shower clean so i can take cocks all day, had some loads during the day and kept the loads in because guys love to fuck in a filled cum ass. late on the evening a guy was texting me he had to unload his dick, so i let him come. after few minutes fucking i had the feeling that i was very full and said him to stop. he pulled his dick out and damn it was to late. his dick was covered with it. i was ashamed because that has never happened to me ever before. he cleaned his dick and couldn't finish the fuck in a dirty ass so he went out. half hour later on the chat he was saying that he loved my ass so much and he was irritated that he didn't unload yet. i had cleaned my ass out already during that time and told him. he lived nearby and immediately was coming back for the second time to finish the fuck. after he finally loaded me up we had to laugh about it 😂. but i really hope this will never happen again 😂

id rather have 3 loads @ 10 min each than 1 load in 30 minutes.

Last night. I offered my ass on BBRT. I was contacted by a hairy bear who wanted me to leave my door open and wait for him naked, on all 4s, legs apart and presenting my hole. I waited as instructed and heard him come in. He was breathing heavily and I heard his jeans hit the floor. I felt his hands on my ass and he roughly jammed a couple of fingers up my ass. Next I felts hard cock between my cheeks, pressing on my hole. He gripped my waist and forced his cock all the way inside me up to his balls. He had one of the thickest shafts I've taken - it was a struggle. He was also wearing a heavy oockring which I slammed onto my hole with each thrust. He gave me a solid pounding till I felt his load shooting inside me. He pushed me flat on my belly and stayed in my asshole. he grunted in my ear "I'm gunna seed you again, I want you to keep my sperm deep in your gut" After 10 minute he started pumping my hole again and shot a second load. He pulled out, told me I was decent fuck, and left

I love you as well. Larry made love to me 3 times during the night, driving the virus into my blood stream. For the rest of the meeting, we fucked each other into exhaustion. When we left Chicago we would keep in touch. We lived a thousand miles from each other but there would be other meetings. Once I got home, I told my wife of my new life, and to my amazement, she was not surprised. She suspected for years I was gay. My lackluster lovemaking combined with my attention to men when we were together. She would be satisfied with the status quo with our marriage and just have a very open marriage and see who we wanted and continue to live together. I was surprised but was fine with that relationship. I began discreetly seeing guys I hooked up with on BBRT and other sites. I got my Fuck Flu 10 days after I got back and of course tested positive. I did not go on meds. I let Larry know and he congratulated me. Over the next several months I changed my practice to a gay oriented one and treated many HIV positive patients and consulted them and treated their disease. I was never so busy and had an amazing amount of patients. Lots of patients on PRep and PEP and treating HIV positive patients some on meds and many off meds. Once I was on line and listed my status as Poz no meds and no preference as to status of my partner, I hooked up with a large amount of men. I pozzed several guys with their approval. It was a rush to shoot my poz load into a willing chaser, and a huge sense of satisfaction when the told me they pozzed up. Most became my patients and the referred their friends to treat them and often poz them before they became my patient. I got my nipples pierced and got a PA as well. I loved how the looked and felt. I loved to show them off at the gym or the beach. Hooked up with lots of guys because of the piercings. I was always up front with my partners. I was always amazed how few guys turned down my bare pierced cock. Often I was turned down and was approached within a week to fuck and poz that reluctant guy, often the same day. I never used protection and never pulled out. That was always made clear, however no one ever asked me to pull out. On the contrary, they usually begged for my toxic load. My status was on line but in my office, no one knew unless I was the one who pozzed them, but were told not to tell anyone. Everyone agreed. None of the guys I pozzed ever held any animosity toward me. One patient I had really changed my life. Barry was a patient of mine that moved to the area and through word of mouth became my patient. He was a poz patient wishing no meds, just monitoring of his HIV status. He was healthy with a very high viral load. He was gorgeous engaging intelligent and very seductive. His cock was 8 inches and thick when soft. I never saw it erect. He was uncut. His mission in life was to poz as many guys as possible. He would stealth guys or be up front. When in the office he would discuss the guys he stealthed. He really was a bad guy, but you couldn’t help but like him. When he he mentioned that he had pozzed over a hundred men he wasn’t bragging, just stating a fact. I believed him, considering I pozzed at least 15 guys myself and I wasn’t making that my life’s ambition, just a consequence of my lifestyle. Barry’s perfect victim to stealth was a married guy. He would often tell guys his status after he shot his load but if he didn’t like the guy he would not tell he exposed him to a highly toxic load. I actually was treating a lot of his victims so I had a good idea what a walking epidemic he was. One guy in particular he told me about. He was the CEO of the company he worked for. The CEO was a very wealthy guy who used his position to fuck women and men from his company. Usually other male and female executives, secretaries, a real scum bag. Barry met him at a very nice gay bar. Barry hated the guy. One thing about Barry, he could seduce anyone. He was engaging, sophisticated and very sexy. The CEO was putty in his hands. According to Barry he was given the most erotic sexual experience he had ever had. The boss was a top but that night was fucked four times. Barry never told him his status. Over the next several months I diagnosed the CEO, his wife, his mistress, his guy toy, three male and 4 female employees. It was a huge local scandal. He got divorced and taken to the cleaners, sued by his employees for tons of money and kicked out of the company by his board of directors. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. The collateral damage was terrible. Those patients were really nice and what happened to them awful. But they all became rich and everyone was doing great on their treatment. The CEO however was tolerating his treatment poorly with lots of side effects and unlike his victims, never became undetectable. Poetic justice, Barry came into the office for a routine check up. His labs were great with a 250 thousand viral load and normal T cell count. And as usual he was very suggestive and teasing during the exam. I always had to concentrate when I examined him not to get a raging hardon. He was so sexy. I could easily see how he could seduce anyone he wanted. At the end of the exam he asked “Why haven’t you ever hit on me? Usually when I try to seduce someone I succeed.” You’re my patient. It would be unethical for me to have a relationship with you. So that’s the reason? Yes. Ok I want to stop seeing you and refer me to another doctor. Can you do that? Yes. Will you come to my apartment with me? As he kissed me and fondled my cock. My cock became stone hard. Yes!!! He was my last appointment. I followed to his apartment which was in a high end complex. Once we got through the door we started ripping off our clothes. His cock was amazing when hard. Over 10 inches with a huge head leaking an amazing amount of precum. I knew he had an amazing body, but with that cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle, he was the most sexy thing I had ever seen. I went to my knees and worshiped his cock. Down my throat then licking his huge cock head lapping his great tasting precum. Nice PA!! Nice cock. He licked my entire body. I never was in such sexual excitement. My cock was never harder. Then he started rimming me. Amazing!!! We went to the bedroom and he put me on my back, my legs were over his shoulders. Do you want my poz cock up your ass? YES!!! Do you want my toxic load? Yes, PLEASE!! His cock slowly entered me, He was so gentle that there was no discomfort or pain. Just pleasure. Over the next 20 minutes he hit ever pleasure point. I was in pleasure heaven. I started begging for his toxic load, and I started to cum, and went into pleasure convulsions, Here comes my toxic load. He shot 8 volleys of cum and I felt each one of them. Barry collapsed on me. We were soaked with sweat. After several minutes he pulled out. That should poz you up. I’m already poz I whispered. Oh I didn’t know. is that why you seduced and fucked me to poz me? No, I want to talk to you about something. What? Not yet we have something else to do. Have you ever tried E-Stim? No but I always wanted to. Great, let me get my stuff. Within a few minutes I had a rectal probe in my ass and a urethral probe up my penis. Then he turned on the machine. The feeling was indescribable. Pleasure pulses began in my prostate shooting through the head of my cock. As he slowly turned up the juice my whole body had waves of pleasure shooting through me. Then the orgasms started, one after an other, how many?, I lost count. 8,10? I kept shooting cum on my abdomen, amazing amounts, until my orgasms were dry. Stop enough I pleaded. He turned it off. He started licking my cum and feeding it to me, 4 or 5 mouthfuls. Then we snowballed them. After 10 minutes we split the snowball and swallowed. I was in heaven, After a half hour I was able to talk. God that was amazing. No wonder you pozzed so many guys! And I refer them to you, he laughed. I want to talk to you about a proposal. A proposal? Yes, I’ve started a business and I want you to be a part of it. What kind of business? I’m staring an HIV conversion business All high end very expensive for affluent chasers. You have a lot of patients that are gifters. How would I be of help? In a few ways. Test the chasers to see if the are negative and test them when they covert, including treatment when they get the fuck flu in a house I have, which is included in the cost of my service. You will be compensated very well and receive 30 % of profits as a silent partner. If some of your gifting patients want to participate you can refer them but only if they ask. You do not sell their information. How would they know to ask me? Don’t worry they will find you. How much do I have to invest? Nothing up front. 200 K from your profits, never more than 50% at a time? And if you want to participate as a gifter you will be paid for that. What do you think? I find it hard to believe you can make a go of it. The business is started and I have 500K in deposits. I need you for the medical coverage I need to make it the complete package my clients are looking for. These are very high end clients who want an unusual service with anonymity. I’m in.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Martijn Your cell number (for texts): 0031 6 22 18 36 85 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): The Netherlands, Rotterdam Times you're generally not available: Evenings / weekends Age: 47 Height: 176cm Weight: 69kg Ethnicity: White No loads refused!!!

536 loads so far. At this rate, I may be able to break my 2020 tally of approximately 720 loads.

Woof Hot poz top;)

I haven’t been fucked since my trip to Tulsa so it was long overdue. After a really good deep pounding with my thick dildo my hole was so ready. grindr was up and out of nowhere this sexy Latino daddy woth a nice 8” thick one messaged me and said, driving around and need a fuckhole. gave him my address and 5 mins later he was eating my ass out. I then deep throated him… he then made me kiss him and sucked on my boy nipples like they were titties… he slide in me with ease as he had spit on my hole and proceeded to slow and deep fuck my hole making my ass make noises. he rewarded me with a MASSIVE wet load that was deposited in my guts… looking for the next one now….

FWIW, I don't have an opinion on everything. I come to the ones I have after careful consideration. Apparently some people here think that the only opinions allowed to be expressed are those with which they agree, and any attempt to discuss or debate those opinions is met with hostility. Sad. Last I checked, the point of discussion boards was to... let me see... discuss things. Not a place to make self-congratulatory declarations that no one is allowed to question. But hey, you do you.

Whore 3 I crawled on the black rubber flooring into a dimly lit room smelling of sweat and sex. Gradually, my eyes adjusted and saw the walls and ceiling were also were completely black. There, in the middle of the room, I saw the glint of chains hanging from the exposed ceiling rafters supporting a leather sling. Looking around, I noticed other links of chain hanging down with leather wrist restraints attached. To my right there was a leather covered St. Andrews cross with wrist and ankle straps... opposite that, was platform with a king-sized mattress covered in black rubber sheets. Again, this room also contained shelves filled with toys only some of these I had never seen before including obscenely large and monstrous dildos lining one shelf. Not seeing my Daddy, my heart began to beat faster in anticipation and I continued forward until I felt myself being pulled back onto my knees by my collar. Quickly connecting a chain leash to my collar, I was dragged across the room to the foot of sling. Despite being taller than Daddy, he easily lifted me to my feet. Grabbing the leash and wrapping it around his hand to shorten the length, he lifted his right arm and shoved my face into his sweaty pit. “Fuck,” I growled, smelling and tasting his ripe scent as his sweat coated my face. “Gonna mark my goddamn whore!” he yelled. “Everyone will know you belong to me!” Satisfied I had taken every drop, I quickly moved to his left pit and repeated my feeding... I wanted his scent permanently on me... Once his pits were cleaned from my tongue bath, he pushed me back against the sling and forced me up onto it... Grabbing my feet, he quickly secured them in the ankle restraints leaving my plugged cunt completely exposed. Next, he guided my wrists to the chains at the top of the sling and I felt the restraints being wrapped around them... I moaned, feeling the buckled tightness of the leather surrounding my now secured arms. Standing between my stretched legs, Daddy stood there looking at me without any expression... his eyes slowly moving up from legs... past my cunt... up past my abs and pecs to my face as if he was studying some inanimate object... My body shivered... the desire to be taken by him overwhelming me. Taking a breath, Daddy called out to boy... “Yeah boss?” boy responded from a dark corner of the dungeon. “Boss?” I asked, questioning boy’s response... not Daddy, not Sir but Boss. Seeing the puzzle of my face, he answered, “Yeah... I own this place whore... just like you I own your cunt.” Turning to the voice, I see boy walk out of the shadows and kneel at Daddy’s side. He was now geared in a matching leather jock strap, slave harness and left arm band, leaving no doubt as to his status. Shit! He looked even hotter than before! I took a closer look at him... he was beautiful. His smooth oiled body shone in the dim amber light of the dungeon revealing the hours he spent at the gym. His thick tit rings sparkled against the muscled pecs that rose and fell with his breath began to match my breathing as if he if he was syncing his breaths with mine. Then, without a sound, he rose and moved towards me ripping his cod piece off to reveal a thick uncut cock nestled on top of a swollen ball sac. There was something odd about it, but the chems took over and my hips rose in an unconscious act of tribute to the shaft. He smiled... his hands now examining my flesh for the second time. Tightly gripping my tits, he grunted and nodded before releasing them and placing his open palms on my rising and falling muscled pecs. “I take it you approve boy,” Daddy chuckled. Moving down to my cunt, boy grabbed the base of my cunt plug and began to roughly thrust it further into me. “Fuck yeah, Boss,” he grinned... patting my leathered jock pouch and I flinched. “The perfect whore...” “Definitely...” Daddy answered walking up to me and wrapped a piece or rubber tubing around my left bicep, underneath the leather strap. “Look at me whore,” he ordered... prepping my arm. Seeing the rig in his hand, I began to struggle. Sure... I was flying in the clouds but this was something new... “Easy whore,” boy said, working my cunt plug... trying to distract me as Daddy inserted the needle and released its content. “Goddamn!” I yelled feeling the chems to rush through my veins, followed by a coughing fit and my body began to buck against my cunt plug. As the coughing subsided, the rush intensified and I began to moan... my heartbeat pounding in my head. The hunger in my cunt took over... it needed to be fed... to filled with cock! His fingers still holding my cunt plug, boy moaned, while my cunt lips attempted to pull them inside of me. “That’s it whore!” Daddy proudly stood there, watching my cunt lips moving over boy’s fingers, “Fucking slammed up whore!” “Please!” I pleaded. “Boy... I think whore is ready for the next step. “Fucking right Boss!” boy grinned, pulling his hands away and released my ankle restraints from the chains. “Fucking whore...” Daddy grunted releasing my wrists. “Now let’s see what this slammed up whore does.” Quickly, I jumped off the sling and fell on knees on the floor on all fours... where I belonged. With no other thought in my mind, I crawled to Daddy and said the only thing that came to mind...” Cock.” “That what you need whore... cock?” Daddy laughed and motioned boy to his side and held boy’s cock in his hand. Nodding profusely, I answered, “Cock.” “Right answer,” he grunted, “Now, do your job.” I scrambled forward and greedily took boy’s cock into my mouth and began to service. Working my lips over the cock head and down his shaft, I felt his shaft thicken halfway down. I hesitated and felt it with my tongue... Fuck! I thought... I won’t be able to take it...but then the thickness of the shaft lessened. Seeing my reaction, Daddy laughed as he stood beside boy, “I was waiting for the look on your face whore. You see, boy here... by some luck of genes, has a knot.” Continuing to laugh, Daddy rubbed boy’s head as if he was a dog... “That right boy?” “Yeah, Boss,” boy growled, “love knotting with a hungry cunt,” and shoved me down on the rest of the cock shaft until my lips rested on his smooth crotch. The thought of being knotted to boy filled my chemmed thoughts and I began to service him... I needed his cock... With his pace quickening, he fucked my mouth deeper and deeper as my lips slobbered over his knotted shaft. “Open up,” boy growled, “Take it all.” He continued his mouth fuck... but every time he seemed close, he eased up. He was driving me crazy... I was craving his cum. I began to whimper until I heard Daddy’s voice. “Look up whore. Watch.” Feeling boy’s hand release my head, I stayed on his cock, looked up and groaned at the sight of the red tinged chems in the rig held by Daddy flowing into boy. His eyes rolling back, boy yelled, “AWWW SHIT YES!” and he fell to the floor in ecstasy... his cock slipping out of my hungry mouth. I moved to quickly take his cock back in my mouth but Daddy struck me before I reached it. Grabbing a stool, Daddy smiled, “Very good.” Crawling behind me, boy growled, “Cunt,” while tugging at my cunt plug until the pressure released it. Feeling hot breath on my cunt lips, I spread my legs and boy began licking at my taint... a wave of pleasure rolled over me. That’s when I felt it... boy’s thick cock stretching my cunt lips and invading me. Feeling the knot fill me, I groaned as walls of my cunt throbbed around it. “Fuck yeah, boy...fuck me!” I begged. The onslaught continued... I wanted to this... Yes, I sold my body... but I now knew that I wanted to be a chemmed up whore taking cock for this man. Holding onto my harness, boy’s fucking continued... I was in heaven. Not only had I submitted to Daddy, I was now being used by boy... because Daddy wanted it... he ordered it. I was Daddy’s whore. I not only craved it... I loved it! Daddy now owned me and I would do his bidding. The pace quickened... his cock fully in my cunt as I arched my back... wanting cock in the deep recesses of my cunt. Then I felt it... the expansion of boy’s cock. I gasped, “OH FUCK!” feeling the pressure in my cunt increase as his enlarged knot pushed against my cunt walls, completely filling me and pushing against my prostate. The pounding continued...until, with a loud slap, he fell on my sweaty back and we hit the floor in a pool of sweat. “Goddamn!” I yelled, as the most intense anal orgasm shook my body and sent boy over the edge. “Yeah whore,” boy grunted, “Fucking knotted... gonna feed that hungry cunt... take it.” and he released a flood of hot cum in my still spasming cunt until every last drop was inside me. We remained on the floor until I felt his knot pull against my cunt. “MMMM,” boy moaned, taking a hold of my neck with his teeth, “Gonna take a few.” Smiling I spoke to him over... “Shit, I’d pay good money for that.” Standing over us, Daddy chuckled, “They do, whore.” Then, looking down at his jutting cock, he growled, “You’re still on the clock.” “Yes Daddy... but...” I mumbled... looking to the grinning boy still knotted to me. “Boy...” Daddy laughed. “Yeah Boss,” boy laughed and slapped my ass, “Just follow my movements whore.” Grabbing me by the waist, he pulled me against his crotch and sat back... my ass now resting on his muscled thighs. “There... I’d give it about 5 more minutes.” Still laughing, Daddy moved forward, “Go on whore... time is money.” “Yes Daddy,” I moaned feeling boy take hold of the sides of my head with both hands, pull it back and open my mouth with his fingers to accept Daddy’s cock. Feeling the cock slide along my tongue, I instinctively closed my lips around the veined shaft opened my throat. By this time, I knew how he liked me to service his cock... he had trained me over the last year. Moving his hands to my tits, boy pinched them hard, “Suck your Daddy’s cock whore,” he ordered causing my wet mouth to envelope his cock to the hilt as the pain increased and drove me wild. I continued on servicing cock. Then I felt it... boy’s hands pushing me off his cock. Feeling my cunt lips stretching... I started to concentrate on the task at hand. Wrapping his hands around my head, Daddy shoved my face to his crotch as boy’s knot escaped my cunt. A deep animalistic growl escaped boy and he pounced to feed on mixture of cum and cunt juices flowing out of my cunt and onto the floor. With my hands on Daddy’s leathered thighs to steady myself, I continued to feast. Before long, I felt Daddy’s ball sac pull up and began to work my throat on the shaft until I felt it stiffen. “Fucken cocksucking whore!” Daddy roared and a flood of cum gushed down my throat and I sat back on my haunches relishing in the degradation. “Thank you, Daddy,” I smiled and lowered myself to his bootI s and kissed them. Hearing Daddy’s grunt, I started to worshipping the right boot... licking up the sweat and spit that I had released as I serviced his cock. Then, with a slight bump, boy joined me and began on the left boot. There we were, Daddy’s whores at his feet... demonstrating our submission. In the midst of our boot service, steady flow of piss began to rain down on us from above. Simultaneously, we both raised our open mouths to drink the golden chem piss. “That’s it my whores... drink your owner’s piss.” Daddy snarled, covering us in the piss until his bladder was emptied. Not wanting to miss a drop, we faced each other and began licking the precious chemmed fluid off our skin as we wallowed in the puddle of piss underneath us. Our tongues explored every inch of the other’s body until our bodies shone. “Alright, enough!” Daddy snapped, “Time to get this whore ready for tonight.” “Yeah Boss... time to get ready,” boy repeated and stood looking at Daddy for direction. With subtle motion, boy had his orders and Daddy went into the shadows. Grabbing me by the collar, boy barked, “Follow, whore,” and led me to the pair of chains hanging from the rafters. “Up,” he ordered walking to the wall and I obeyed as the chains were lowered. Quickly securing my restraints, he again went to the wall and I felt my arms being raised until I stood on my forefeet. Walking back, boy stood in front of me, “Daddy had to get the chains adjusted for you, whore,” boy laughed as he fastened his cod piece. He stood there, arms crossed until Daddy joined him. With a look of anger, he walked up to me and ripped off the leather pouch of my jock. “You’ve disobeyed me whore,” Daddy snarled, grabbing my sac and pulling it down causing me to let out a scream. “Shut the fuck up, whore! You are not to cum for 24 hours before you join me!” “I’m sorry Daddy!” I shouted, feeling like he would rip my sac off my body. “How many times today whore? I’ll know if you’re lying. You shot a load in boy’s mouth. HOW MANY OTHERS TODAY?” I hesitated for a moment, remembering the load I spilled on the mirror earlier today. I lowered my eyes and took a breath. “Two today Daddy,” I replied. “Look at me whore,” Daddy barked and my eyes met his angry stare. “How many today?” I steeled myself and repeated my answer, “Two today Daddy.” “Well fucker... we’ll take care of that,” he said... placing a metal cock cage in boy’s hand. “Lock the whore up.” With an evil grin, boy walked towards me, placed the cage on the floor released the straps of my jock... leaving it hanging by the cock ring around my cock and balls. Pulling it down, I could feel the cock ring begin to pull me along with it. “Please,” I begged boy, not knowing what was to happen. I began to babble... imagining the possibilities. “I’m sorry! Please don’t!” “Fucking stupid whore,” boy laughed. Getting off on my cries, he grabbed my sac, pushed it behind the ring and pulled the jock over my cock. I sighed in relief. “There, there, whore,” boy said, his mouth moving to my cock. A large flow of spit flowed onto my cock... covering it. Rising as he worked the natural lube on cock and balls, he smirked, “Not the plan...” “On with it!” Daddy yelled. Nodding, boy grabbed the steel cage and slipped the ring over my limp cock and behind my sac until it sat against my shaved crotch. Looking down, I saw him slide the cage over my fear-shriveled cock and adjust it... making sure the locking pins and holes lined up and connect them. Feeling the lock click in place, I closed my eyes as boy tugged on it to make sure it was latched... I didn’t know if I’d ever be allowed to cum again. The room remained quiet as I hung there relieved that I still had my cock and balls. The sounds of the chains being lowered broke the silence and I spread my legs to steady myself while boy unchained me. My eyes went directly to my crotch and I saw the results... a metal cage surrounded my cock which was connected to a cock ring pushing my sac forward. I moved my hips slightly to feel the weight. The cage wasn’t too tight but I knew that I would never get hard nor cum without permission again. Smiling, boy placed an old worn piss and cum stained white jockstrap on the floor and ordered me to step into it. As he slid it up my thighs, I immediately could tell it was one size too small. I started to say something but boy quickly grunted and gave me a menacing look. Finally working it over my crotch, he adjusted the material which barely covered my cage... it was obvious I was caged. Snapping his fingers, Daddy motioned us to his side. We scrambled, knelt before him and he placed a leash on our collars. “Let’s go home.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I never did go back to my place after that. Daddy had arranged for all my stuff to be sold and the proceeds deposited, along with my money, into a bank account he controlled. For the next few months, I worked in the back of the store though mostly being part of the equipment display... in a cage... on a St. Andrews cross... Would you like to see what the cock cage looks like on? Well, that was me. When I wasn’t at the store, I was working out with boy. I had always worked hard to keep my body toned but Daddy now controlled my diet and it showed... and the steroid cycles definitely helped. My muscle mass increased and I now weighed 225 lbs. I finally had the eight pack and thighs I had only dreamed about. My 6’4” frame showed it well and I was constantly checked out by the store clients. Every so often, I’d see boy handing them a card and whispering. Now that I Daddy owned me completely, he had decided to modify me. The electrolysis treatments he had ordered left me permanently hairless from the neck down. While I kept my head buzzed, he hadn’t decided on whether he wanted my face to be kept smooth... yet. I spent hours at the tattoo shop until my body was covered in flowing tribal designs. My thick tits now ringed with heavy rings sparkled in the bright lights of the store as well as the septum ring now permanently fixed in my nostrils. Quickly, my butt plug was increased and I happily carried the 14oz in my cunt. My cock cage was only removed for cleaning... Daddy had never let me cum after that first time with boy. My cunt was now my sex organ. I was reminded of this every time I held my shrunken cock when it was released from its prison for cleaning. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was Pride weekend when things changed. Saturday was our busiest day of the weekend and the place was packed until closing time. As we finished up, Daddy walked in... geared in his finest leathers and walked to the register. “How’d it go?” he asked, checking the numbers. “We doubled last year’s take Boss,” boy proudly stated. “Yeah?” Daddy chuckled, walked to us and held my chin. “I think this whore helped,” and slapped my cheek playfully. He walked to the center counter and pulled out the packed pipe. “Good job. I think you both deserve a reward,” he smiled taking a deep hit. “Yes, Boss...Yes Daddy...” we answered, smiling at the pair of rigs on the counter top. “You first whore,” Daddy chuckled as he prepped my arm and gave me the slam. “Fuck yeah!” I moaned, feeling the chems flow and I felt renewed. Next, Daddy slammed boy and we fell into each other’s arms and began devouring each other with our mouths. “Hey!” Daddy yelled and we turned to him. Seeing our now dilated pupils, he nodded. “Ok, we got places to go,” and pulled out our leashes, attached them to our collars and led us to the door. Reaching the door, he stopped and looked back at me. I grew nervous wondering what I had done. Grabbing a box cutter, he cut off my jockstrap... leaving me standing, my caged cock completely exposed. “Better,” was all he said and we left the building where we were met with the scent of leather and rubber mixed with musk and sweat filling the street. We slowly made our way as the crowd seemed to separate in front of us to allow us passage. I heard the murmurs of “fuck... shit... damn” and other obscenities as we continued on. Occasionally, a hand would brush against my skin but I ignored it. I was Daddy’s whore. Finally, we arrived at a clear spot with a pitcher of beer, one filled glass, two empty glasses and a dog bowl on top of a barrel. Stopping, Daddy stared at the pitcher and boy quickly filled one of the empty glasses. Daddy took a sip of the cold brew and nodded. Pouring a second glass for himself, boy then took the dog bowl, placed it on the ground and filled it with the contents of the filled glass. “Down,” Daddy calmly said, looking around at the crowd. “It’s time my whore is presented. We have more money to make this weekend.” I dropped down on all fours, moved to the bowl and lapped at the warm liquid. I moaned at the acrid taste... knowing it was chem piss. Finishing my drink, I remained on all fours and crawled over the rough asphalt to Daddy’s side. “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll make you proud.” The End

I started taking loads in the first half of last year. Not sure how many loads I've taken all together since last year. Though in the last three months I've taken around 15 loads with more than half of them being from poz guys. So far I am still neg.

Oh and looky: the guy who says he can't stand to read about politics is back in the politics forum downvoting things instead of, you know, being an adult and staying the fuck out of an area that allegedly doesn't interest him. How sad a life one has to live, to seek out stuff that's already helpfully segregated away from other info PRECISELY so that it can be avoided if you don't like the topic - just for the purpose of downvoting people.

Dudes going COMMANDO!!! The dick-head flopping around in loose shorts on the beach! Or COMMANDO IN DENIMS! Worn denims! Button-fly denims that aren't buttoned 'all the way', either in the middle, the top or both! A signal, 'dude is a slut', horny and eager to be naked! BIG FETISH! Maybe when I came out in Minneapolis and then in West Hollywood, the most 'popular' (slutty) guys seemed to always flaunt their big bulges with pride! And I didn't see many in awkward underwear doing that! It electrified me when THE RIDGE of the head, as is common on circumcised cocks left a permanent 'marking in the denim crotch!! Holy shit! Always FLAUNTING and advertising! These guys were hardcore cruisers who in the early stages of me coming out I was a bit 'afraid' of. To them I was 'just a number', a trick, staring at me. Leaning back against the bar to show off his junk, the schlong and ballsack filling out the stretched material... and the posers would presumably devour you with their eyes or stealthly from behind sun-glasses, already pre-cuming in anticipation of breeding a hole! A RANDOM HOLE, your hole, my hole. And you could see the fat cock and that RIDGE growing... and then the guy would follow you to the bath-room and whip that vulgarly-flaunted dick out in one swift move. HOT-DAMN! A definite always a champ-cock! And then that casual nod or the 'what's up'... on your knees and suck it, that huge lollipop even before he stops dripping! I Typically froze up as a twink, laboring with delusions of 'Mister Right' and monogamy! Then later, the as I become a genuine slut, GOING COMMANDO became a FETISH, even hotter than jocks and more erotic than sexy on-line slut-wear. Sometimes I can VIRTUALLY TASTE those cocks when a guys leans back and poses and it's obvious he is going COMMANDO!!!

Length/girth makes no difference...as long as the guy know how to use what he's got.

I love being fucked by a man with a PA. It goes in cold and comes out hot, and while it's in, I can really feel it grinding up the walls of my cunt. I don't think I've ever been fucked by a man with a PA who didn't have an enormous cock. Not that I'd turn down a man with a normal sized cock with a PA. Or without a PA, come to think of it. Maybe I should get a tattoo on my ass that says, "No Loads Refused."

Fuckin hot story. I dream of getting tied to a sling at a bathhouse, club Z and double slammed.

In the car, Matt's head continued to spin. The rush, whether from the T or knowingly taking raw loads, consumed him. He was so desperately horny, despite the blow job Trent had given him and the fucking he had just received. His cock, feeling the effects of the Tina was only a quarter as hard as it normally would have been, despite Matt feeling the horniest, the sexiest, and the most exhilarated he had ever felt. Of course, his rational mind kept nagging at his thoughts even with all the T and G clouding his judgement. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He had let a stranger fuck him raw and cum in him, only to discover that Trent was poz. "He intentionally misled me! Oh fuck, OH FUCK! I'm going to be poz! I'm going to get sick! Really sick, oh shit. He lied to me! Fuck him, sick fuck. What if his strain is a deadly one? What if it is resistant to the meds? Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, god damn, I'll have to tell my parents! Fuck! It's their insurance! Shit... they'll see the drugs, they'll figure it out. How do I explain this? Oh shit," Matt thought, his mind racing. Yet despite all of these thoughts, he was horny, willing to take more dick at a moments notice, from anyone. He felt so sexy, sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his tank and shorts, jockstrap on, Trent's poz load leaking out of his ass, seeping into his shorts and creating a wet spot. Trent could see the gears in Matt's head turning. He knew this car ride would give him some time to reflect, to process all that had happened. Trent was fairly impressed with Matt's calmness. He had pozzed a few others before he had been diagnosed. He reached out to warn them, most were regular fuck buddies, some were rando's, a few he never even knew the names of and had no way of reaching. Their reactions were pretty mixed. Some freaked, blaming him. A few took it in stride. One even laughed and said it was about time. At first, Trent felt conflicted. He felt bad for exposing these people to a dangerous disease. But after a while, remembering those fuck sessions, the raw uninhibited sex, started making Trent hard. The thought that he was unintentionally infecting them with his DNA, his special bug, his toxic death babies sent him over the edge. He always came so hard remembering that. Soon Trent's fantasies starting taking hold. He imagined himself intentionally pozzing other guys, secretly or with their consent. The thought of it got him so boned. It wasn't long until he was on grindr, scruff, bbrt, and other sites, a predator looking for his prey. It didn't take long, with his profile still saying "neg + prep," to find some boys willing to take his raw cock. Some were on prep, some weren't. Either way, they didn't know they were taking toxic loads. It was then that he knew he wanted to be a gift giver, spreading his seed around as far as possible, giving his bug the ability to propagate. And of course, it wasn't long until he met other poz gifters like himself. He quickly got introduced into the community. He was one of the youngest in the Houston area, and he quickly became a popular fuck buddy for many of the more experienced poz guys. And of course, it wasn't long until he was introduced to tina, the favorite drug of the poz gifted community. Trent looked over a Matt again, his latest victim and a rare find. There weren't many current high school students cruising online, and even fewer willing to take raw cock. Most of his prey were at least in their early twenties, most out of college already. He knew Matt would be real popular with his friends. He had already sent out a group text to his friends with a picture of Matt, telling them he was taking his boy to the Warehouse, a favorite bathhouse of his that had a laissez faire attitude towards drug use in private rooms. Not many would turn down the invite. Being there for the corruption of someone was always hot, especially if the boy hadn't even graduate from high school. No doubt some guys would get off knowing that their toxic loads would be leaking out of his hole, into his underwear or bed sheets, for his mom to wash later. Trent looked over at Matt, deciding he had enough time to think. "Look fag, I'm guessing you're freaking out a little." "Umm.. yeah, a bit," Matt replied, his heart racing. "Well, you're definitely going to convert. That slam with my blood guarantees it. Remember boy, you asked for it." "Yes sir" "You're going to come down with a flu in a few weeks. It's the fuck flu, and it'll meaning my bug is finally mixed into your DNA. You'll be poz for life. Pregnant with my toxic babies. In a couple of months, you'll go to the doctor. You might tell yourself that you might not have it, that maybe you're one of the lucky immune ones or a long term non-progressor. But you won't be. Your test will come back positive. You'll space out in the office. The doctor will tell you that it's, 'a serious but treatable condition' and that, 'you can have a normal life.' You'll nod and agree without hearing a word. You will schedule a follow up appoint, they'll want to get you started on a drug regimen. You'll go back... or you won't. You may be a model patient, taking your pills everyday, at the same time, having an undetectable viral load. Or you might be non-compliant, skipping days, my bug evolving resistance when drug levels in your blood wane. Maybe you'll have some extremely virulent load that'll make you waste away before your very eyes. I don't know. But when you are walking out of that doctor's appointment, I want you to think of me and my bug, and how way changed your entire fucking life." Matt, slacked jawed, didn't know what to say... but his cock was rock solid. Trent's hand went down to his shorts, pulling out his toxic cock. Trent, looking over at Matt, said, "Now worship this cock. I want you to thank it and kiss it, show it your gratitude. Thank it for the privilege of taking my dirty load, thank it for giving you my bug, and for making you sick. Thank it for initiating you into the bareback brotherhood." Matt dazed, drugged up, and intolerable horny, immediately lowered his head to Trent's cock, thanking it, kissing it, and gently sucking on the head. One toxic drop of precum leaked out, and Matt licked it up greedily. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just lustily consumed toxic, HIV+ cum like a man in the desert guzzling water. But his cock was rock hard, and his hole was twitching, desperate for more cock. Matt realized that is what the Tina did. It shut of control off his mind and allowed his cock and hole to take command. Anything that made his cock hard or his hole full was now his one and only concern. He would let a dozen AIDS ravaged, thick cocked strangers fuck him in front of his parents, siblings, teammates, and grandparents if it was the only way to get more cock. He simply didn't care about anything else. Trent pulled off the main road, on to a slow street. They were nearly at the Warehouse, and he wanted to get Matt nice and horny. "Take off your tank and your shorts. You can leave the jock and shoes on," Trent commanded. Matt, while confused, but into the domination, began removing his tank. "Faster faggot," Trent snapped, slapping Matt on the back side of his head. Matt's cock jumped at the smack, and he hurried up, kicking off his shorts as he removed his tank. "Clothes," Trent said, holding out his open hand. Matt obeyed, handing Trent his clothes. Rolling down the window with one hand, Trent threw the clothes out in the middle of the street when they were parked at a red light. Matt, looking alarmed asked, "...but how do I..." Trent, stepping on the gas, repling "It's okay faggot. You don't needed those anyways. The most clothing you'll ever need is a jockstrap and some shoes." Trent put his hand down on Matt's semi hard bulge, giving it a few gentle squeezes, rewarding his boy for obeying without complaint. Matt, inhibitions lowered, enjoyed the attention even as cars and trucks drove past, giving most of them an unobstructed view of his nearly naked body. They eventually pulled into a parking lot, which wound around a fairly large, mostly windowless brick building. They pulled into the back, near a corner far away from the building. To the back was an open field and to the right was a lumberyard, with no one to see Matt in the dark of the night. However, on the other side was a wide street and an office building, with several of the windows still lit and a side walk with some foot traffic on it. Trent opened his car door, causing the interior lights to come on, fully exposing Matt to anyone who would have seen him. "Stay," Trent commanded him like he would have a dog, getting out of the car and opening the back passenger door. Rumbling around in his bag he pulled out the bottle of G Matt had seen at the apartment and a stack of plastic cups. He took a cup, carefully measuring out a pour of G. He handed a cup to Matt and told him to swallow. Matt downed the cup, tasting the salty aftertaste. Trent grabbed his bag, commanded Matt to, "get out the fucking car," and shut the door. Matt dutifully obeyed, nearly falling over as he stood up. Trent walked over to him, helping the stabilize an increasingly drugged up Matt. They walked through the parking lot, Matt only in his jock, dry cum shining on his upper inner thigh. Matt looked over to see people on the side walk, a few people possibly turning their heads and catching a glimpse of this drugged-up and loaded twinkish high school student. Trent held the door open for Matt, who stumbled in. As Trent talked to the desk manager, Matt made eye contact with a black guy on the other side of the room. He was wearing a polo and jeans, but Matt could see he was absolutely massive, with biceps the size of his head and a heaving chest. Without even realizing it, Matt was touching himself through his jockstrap in the middle of the lobby, exposed as the cock-hungry cum slut he was. Matt followed Trent like an obedient dog as they navigated through the bathhouse. Catching the site of random guys, Matt's cock began to swell. His whole perception was warped by the amphetamines racing through his blood. He thought back on this morning, when he would have been shocked at the thought of taking known poz loads in his hole. Yet, now he was ready to take toxic loads from anonymous strangers. He wanted their death seed in his hole, mixing with Trent's, making a beautiful cocktail of HIV+ jizz. They arrived at the door of a small room Trent had rented for their own private use. Setting down his bag, he told Matt to lay down on the bench. "Matt," he began, "are you ready for another slam?" "Yes, I want it." Trent gave him a slap to the side of his head, striking his ear. Gently grabbing Matt by his throat he said, "From now on, you'll refer to me as sir. You are my faggot, I created you and I own you know. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," Matt responded, his swelling cock revealing just how much he enjoyed the abuse. Trent took Matt's arm, tying it off, making Matt's veins pop out. Trent took a moment to admire his creation, the boy he had impregnated with his DNA. He looked so sexy, on his back, in his jockstrap, already begging for his next slam like an addict. Trent could tell he was going to become addicted, that he was going to need T in his life from now on. He could see how much ecstasy Matt was in; he knew that after this weekend Matt's normal life would seem too dull. That from now on, Matt was going to consider slamming and bareback sex the pinnacle of enjoyment. Tina would sink her claws into him. He'd crave it, slam, and then crave raw cock. And raw cock would make him crave tina. An enticing circle that would define him from now on. And there he was, this beautiful soccer stud, in a jockstrap, his short dark blond hair, with his loving family and his schoolmates and teammates at home, begging for another hit of meth and craving raw cock from any stranger. He wanted men older than his father fucking their toxic loads into his boyhole, even thanking them for it. Trent, having tied himself off, stuck the point in his arm, drawing out a scarlet plume of his blood before removing the needle from his arm. He then carefully took it, finding one of Matt's veins, and sticking it in. Pulling back on the plunger, looking for the color to darken before slowly pushing the meth-blood hybrid into his boy's arm. Even in the darkened room, Trent could see Matt's pupils dilated, could see his tina-filled cock become a bit softer. He reached down, grabbed the waist band of Matt's jock, removing it so he could see his limp little boy cock. "Go on Matt, get yourself hard" Trent told him, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much with it. It was perfect, his fag was becoming the hole-centered cumslut he was meant to be. Trent grabbed a gel cocking from his bag, giving it to Matt to put on. Trent knew it wouldn't do much to keep Matt hard, but he thought the aesthetic was hot none the less. Matt continued to tug on his limp little boy cock as he saw another man walk in. Matt could see he had a thick muscular chest and a shaved head. He looked older, Matt guessed that he was in his fifties and he was a complete fucking god. Matt knew he wanted his daddy dick in his newly broken in fucked. He dropped his towel, just as Trent turned around saying, "Hey Dan. You're the first to arrive." "Fuck you weren't lying T. He is one hot fag. You seriously pozzed and slammed this kid?" Dan asked. "Yep," Trent smirked holding up the point he had just used on Matt, "and I made sure my DNA got into his blood with this, his second slam of the night with my blood mixed in." "Fuck, I'm jealous," Dan said, "I've been wanting to add an 18 year old to my collection." "So have I. You need to do a better job of keeping up," Trent joked. He and Dan met a few months ago at a gifting party in Dallas. They were both from the Houston area and both enjoyed converting neg guys into poz brothers. They had a friendly little rivalry seeing who had impregnated the most "sons" with their toxic babies. Dan was further ahead, but Trent had been catching up. And they loved sharing their prizes with one another, showing off and initiating them into the poz community. Matt, still feeling the rush, barely heard them over his racing head, the heat emanating from his body, and the music coming in from the hallway where men continued to pass by. All Matt focused on was Dan's pierced cock, his pierced nipples, and the biohazard tat directly above his thick cock. "You want the honor of fucking him first?" Trent asked, knowing his seed was already well on its way to being planted in Matt's DNA. Grabbing Matt's foot, he moved him around like an object, sticking a shard of T up his ass, knowing it would make his hole loose and cut into the sides at the same time, providing easier massage for Dan and his toxic jizz. Dan replied by flipping Matt onto his stomach and then lifting up his waist to get him into position, moving him around like a rag doll. Matt was already moaning like a bitch in heat just in the anticipation of taking Dan's cock up his hole. Dan press his cock up on Matt's hole. "Beg for my poz cock, boy." "Please sir, give me your cock." "You want this toxic load faggot?" Dany replied. This sent Matt into over drive. "Yes sir, please sir, I want you toxic load. I want your AIDs, please daddy." Happy with that, Dan slammed into Matt, watching the mix of pain and pleasure on his innocent looking face. He knew he was going to be relentless and he knew this boy would love it. "Damn," Dan thought, "T was lucky to find this fag." Dan's mind raced, thinking of the plans he knew Trent would have in store for his freshly pozzed, tina addicted high school fuck hole. Meanwhile, Matt's thought were totally replaced by the pain and pleasure emanating from his hole. It felt so good to have Dan's toxic cock in his hole, stretching it out, making him fly. It felt so good Matt was slipping out of thought and of mind, his reality becoming ever more dream-like. Slipping in and out, his reality narrowing down to his hole. He heard the distant sound of Trent laughing and a muffled "...little to much G..." before quickly, quietly slipping into blackness.

Here's Part II of at least III... My boy and I sat sipping our cocktails as if nothing was out of the ordinary. In truth, we were about to be 'auditioned' for participation in the Bare Fuck Club. Two strangers were coming over to see if we had what it takes to become members. In the days leading up to this, my boy sprung wood every time I brought it up. I had fucked him hard as he begged for my load, telling me how much I was going to love watch other guys breed him. So, there we sat, eager and waiting. I suspected one or both of these guys might try to fuck my boy, or me, or both of us. Right on time, the doorbell rang, and my boy jumped up to answer. He threw open the door and his jaw dropped as he stared at the strangers on our porch. The older of the two men extended his hand and introduced himself. “I'm Brent, and this is Sam. We're here to speak to you about membership in our club.” My boy nodded silently and invited them in. Brent was about 6'-2”, probably early 50s, with salt-and-pepper greying temples, dark brown hair and eyes, and a powerful frame barely contained in a well-tailored three-piece suit. Sam was mid-20s, and very butch, with buzzed dirty blond hair and a closely-trimmed beard. He was wearing tight jeans tucked into shiny black boots with a nice collared shirt and a blazer. We sat them down on the sofa and offered them a drink. While my boy excused himself to mix two Manhattans, Brent started telling me about the Club. “A bunch of guys have been getting together regularly for over ten years now. We've been inducting new members as guys move on or get too sick to play. There might be ten guys at a meeting, or there might be twenty, depending on the season and their schedules.” My boy reappeared with the drinks. Brent went on. “The rules are simple. There are no tops or bottoms. Of course some guys mostly top, and some guys mostly bottom, but there's no getting away from taking a load every so often.” Sam took over the narrative, “Like me, for instance. I love fucking a cummy hole as much as the next guy, but how could I ever turn down Brent's load?” He chuckled. Their banter sort of reminded me of smooth-talking car salesmen, only really sexy and really dirty car salesmen. Brent opened his briefcase and took out two clipboards, handing one to Sam. Brent smiled at my boy and said, “I hear you've been taking Joe's loads?” My boy nervously cleared his throat. “Yes. That's right.” “You'll remember his tattoo. Some guys in our Club have their status plainly visible, but most do not.” “Um hmmm.” “And how long have you been taking raw loads?” My boy blushed and hesitated. Sam smiled and leaned forward, putting his hand on my boy's knee. “Look. If you guys want to join, you've got to be totally honest and upfront with each other... and with us...” My boy coughed a little and looked over at me. “Well, we've been together seven years. About three or four years ago, I hooked up with a friend while my boyfriend was out of town. I didn't tell him, and the secrecy made it hotter. I've probably fooled around with another guy every three months or so since then.” Brent made a notation on his clipboad, asking, “And did they all fuck you raw?” “Well, no, not at first. Okay, maybe every so often, I'd get caught up in the moment and let someone breed me.” Brent interrupted, “And how did that happen?” “Well, once, I let a guy take the condom off because he couldn't stay hard with it on.” Sam smiled, “Once?” “Well, more than once.” “And how did taking their loads behind your boyfriend's back make you feel?” “SO dirty... and so sexy.” “So you've taken, how many loads would you say in the past five years?” Brent asked. “Dozens. And I always felt guilty about it, but I was so hungry for cum I just couldn't stop.” Brent turned to me, asking, “And how did you find out that your boyfriend was cheating on you?” Now it was my turn to clear my throat. “I came home once early from a business trip, and saw my boy kissing a hot stranger on our porch as I drove up. I circled the block wondering what to make of what I had just seen. When I parked in the driveway, the guy's car was gone, and my boy was in the shower. I found opened condom wrappers in the bedroom trashcan. It sort of turned me on, so I got in the shower and fucked him.” “Bare?” Brent asked. “Yeah. We've always fucked bare.” “And you assumed you were the only guy fucking him bare?” “Well, yes...,” I started. Sam smiled saying, “Listen, anyone who will take one guy's raw load will take anyone's raw load.” He went on, “And you've cheated on your boyfriend too, am I right?” “Yeah, but only with condoms.” “Always?” “Well, almost always.” “Aha! Now we're getting somewhere!” Sam started making notes on his clipboard. “And how did that happen?” “Well, I travel a lot for work, and I was out of town for a month on a big project. One night in the hotel bar, this really cute frat boy somehow convinced me to buy him a drink. One drink turned into several as he told me about his girlfriend, and their problems. After the fourth or so beer, he somehow invited himself back to my room, and somehow, he wound up bouncing up and down on my dick. It all happened so fast.” “And did you breed him?” “I did breed him.” Sam made a note of that. Brent cross-examined me, “And how did you feel watching your boyfriend take Joe's cum?” “Fucking hot!” I smiled, adding "It was so sexy seeing him give over to his inner cumlust!” “Did it bother you that he hadn't told you about taking stranger's cum sooner?” “Well, maybe, but now it's out in the open.” “And are you prepared to see him take more cum?” I hesitated... “I think so...” “You've got to be sure,” Brent said, “for instance, would you be okay watching him take my load?” “And/or mine,” Sam interjected. “I would be okay with that,” I answered. Sam smiled at me and my boy, “Tonight?” “Any night,” I honestly responded. Brent wrote something down. “And would it bother you to know that one of us might be POZ?” “No,” I answered, remembering what Joe had said. “If my boy takes raw cock, he's going to get some POZ cum in his hole sooner or later.” Brent nodded and wrote that down. Sam asked my boy, “And would you be okay knowing your boyfriend might also take POZ cock?” My boyfriend nodded saying, “Yes. I've always fantasized about watching him bottom!” I had fantasized about that too, but I thought it so strange that we were having this conversation for the first time in front of two strangers, at least one of whom was likely to be POZ, and was also likely to fuck my boy bare that very night. It was Brent's turn to question me. “And would you also be okay taking POZ loads?” “Well, it's bound to happen sooner or later if we join the Club, so yeah. I think I could take a POZ load.” My boy seemed to let out a gasp of relief. Brent turned back to my boy saying, “And am I correct in assuming that you would also be alright with that?” “Oh fuck yes!” he said without hesitation. Sam noted my boy's response and adjusted the growing bulge in his jeans as he asked me, “So I know you've come to grips with your boy taking raw loads with you out of the picture, and Joe tells me you loved watching him take his load. How do you think you would feel getting fucked with your boy watching?” I thought for a moment before replying, “It would make me so hot.” Sam continued, “And what if you were both getting fucked at the same time?” “That would be great.” “What if he was getting fucked alone while you were unaware. Would that upset you?” “Not if I knew about it afterwards.” Brent asked my boy the same question. My boy grabbed my hand and responded right away, “I would love to know he was getting fucked and filled with cum, even if I wasn't there to see it.” He took my hand and thrust it into his crotch. Brent made note of that and spread his knees so that my boy and I could both see an impressive hard-on snaking down his left leg. Brent looked directly at my boy as he reached for his cock, stroking it through his trousers. “I think that wraps it up for the joint portion of tonight's audition.” He then looked at me, “I'd like to have a few minutes alone with your boy for the next line of questioning.” I agreed and my boy led Brent up the stairs to our bedroom... To be continued...

By a strange circumstance... For the next 15 years, Dave and I fucked and converted many boys. Some wanted it, and some were too dumb to see our status or ask about condom use. Often we double teamed the guys, and made sure that we both gave them a huge load. Our favorite was when we got a guy who wanted to be double penetrated. We loved the feeling of our poz cocks rubbing against each other as we bare fucked a hole, and our loads were often deposited at the same time when we were able to DP. We had a stash of condoms that were prepped for breakage, and our 'silicon' lube was laced with baby oil to ensure breakage. Our goal in life had become to spread our seed and procreate through our disease. We had ads on all the popular hookup sites, and all clearly stated that we were poz, and preferred to fuck bareback. Sometimes it got us the ass we wanted, sometimes the guys were hesitant. Those were the ones that we either stealthed, or used the old 'just the tip' line on till we were shooting our poison deep into them and changing their lives forever. The big shock of my life came when we got a hit from a cute 18 year old freshman named Tom who had just moved to DC for college and was looking for some Daddy types to help him come out into the gay world, and give him the bug. When he unlocked his pics for us, I was stunned. It was like looking into a slightly distorted picture of me at that age. He didn’t have my light blonde hair; rather it was a dark strawberry blonde, but his features eerily looked like my younger self. We chatted, and over the course of a couple days, I discovered that he had grown up with a single mom and had never known his dad. He had come out as gay in high school, but growing up in a small town he had not known of any other gay guys. Tom really wanted to meet us, and Dave was fully up for giving him our bug; there was just something in the back of my mind that had me on edge with Tom, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We all met at a local diner for lunch, and to chat before deciding on going any further. It was over that lunch that I finally discovered what had me on edge with Tom. We talked about his plans to study sports medicine at school, and that he in high school he had been on the wrestling team where in placed in the Nationals top three every year of high school. In fact his wrestling skills had landed him a nice college scholarship. But it was when He showed us a picture of His mom that it all clicked. I had fucked around with his mom back when I was in the military, and must have knocked her up. Tom was my son. Not only was he my son, but he was gay and was a chaser, just as I had been, although I had never admitted as much until Dave had converted me. I dropped the bomb that I had just discovered on Tom and Dave. I knew Dave well enough to know that as soon as the recently discovered truth was out, his cock was rock hard and leaking his toxic precum with the thought of us gifting my own flesh and blood with our bug. Tom, I didn’t know that well, but the look that came over his face was eerily similar to the look that was on Dave’s face. The two of them quickly finished up their lunch, and were practically dragging me back to our place. Once we were alone in our apartment, Tom pulled me to him and gave me a deep passionate kiss. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” he said “of finding my Dad and him being gay. I never imagined that he’d be this hot or that he has something else that I wanted other than being a mentor to me.” “What do you mean, Tom?” I asked. “You know. I want the bug. To be poz. My cock and hole are twitching right now with the thought of it being given to me by the same cock and cum that made it possible for me to exist.” As much as my brain wanted to rebel against the idea, my cock began to harden in my jeans and the thought of my seed, that had helped create this young man in front of us, being fucked into him and its poison finding its way into his blood and converting him began to interest me. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to give him what he wanted. “I have an even better idea,” I said, “you can call us Daddy and act like we are your Dom Dads. But we will all know the truth and enjoy the hell out of it.” “So,” Tom asked, “does this mean that you will fuck me? Give me your poison seed and convert me to be like you, Dad, poz?” “Yes, son.” “Nice! How about we start on that converting of me now.” With that out of the way, Tom grabbed both my cock and that of Dave, and began to massage them through the denim of our jeans. Both of us let out a moan, and I grabbed Tom’s hand form my crotch and began to direct him to our bedroom. Dave followed behind us, stripping his clothes off as he went leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing. Once in the bedroom, Tom began to strip, but I stopped him. I wanted to be the one to take of each article of clothing and expose the body that I had unwittingly helped create all those years ago. As I pulled off his shirt, a nice firm six-pack, a beautifully sculpted adonis belt and solid pecs were revealed. His lithe body reminded me of mine when I was his age. I still had the six-pack, but now there was a lot more fur there, not just the trail of hair that lead down from his belly button into his jeans. Tom reached over to me after I had his shirt removed and slid my tee shirt over my head. He leaned in close to me and put his head on my furry chest and a purr left his lips as he nuzzled into my pecs. We both kicked off our shoes and then at the same time reached for the button and zip of the other’s jeans. I batted Tom’s hand away and told him to wait his turn. As I undid the button and pulled the zip down, a moan came from the doorway where Dave stood naked and jacking his cock. “Stop with the tease, you two, and get naked so we can get to the fucking. I don’t think I can hold off cumming for much longer. This whole Father/Son thing has got me really close.” “Then stop playing with your cock and wait like a good boy” I said with a smile in my voice.