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Finale: I get to Perth station and Adam has made sure I am in his carriage on the return trip to Sydney. I am so excited about the return trip with Adam (so-to-speak) and I am super curious about what he said earlier about making it interesting. I start settling in and as the train leaves the station, I get my usual warm “personal” welcome from Adam inside my cabin. One of the many things I love about Adam is flexibility to either do a quick fuck and cum quickly to serve its purpose like just now or spend an hour inside me pounding me before delivering his seed. I decide to skip dinner because I want to be nice and clean for my first night on the train back to Sydney and I want to make sure I can keep Adams load in me until his next one. At 10pm Adam is at my door on the dot. We make out for the next hour, and he fucks my hole and deposits his second load of the evening in me. It is getting a bit sloppy now as his first load has worked its way down by now lol. So, there are cum stains on the sheets and the first night isn’t even over yet lol. At 11pm while we are snuggling there is a knock at the door to my surprise. “Oh, that’s your return trip surprise” says Adam. He jumps up and opens the door and a slightly older guy steps in quickly. He is about 50 years old, just under 6’ tall, wearing worn tight dirty jeans, a plaid shirt and has a slightly fuller beard than Adam and dark brown shoulder length hair. He has piercing blue eyes which pop with his dark hair and a somewhat evil grin to him. I can see a few sleave tattoos at the end of his wrists and his shirt top buttons are undone to reveal a very hairy chest and some chest tattoos. I am kind of stunned at how hot he is yet different to Adam. “This is Dave, he is one of the train drivers.” Dave reaches out to shake my hand and his grip is firm but welcoming. “Oh come on Dave, you can do better than that” and Dave walks over to me, literally leans in over me and kisses me passionately with what seems like an endless tongue before standing back up. He clearly has a growing bulge in his jeans by this stage. “I thought it would be nice to keep it in the family” Adam says. I say, “Oh shit is this your brother?” thinking how hot, two gay brothers. “Not quite. More of a father really.” He turns to Dave and says, “show him”. Dave lifts the bottom of his shirt and pulls the top of his jeans down a bit to reveal a gorgeous hairy stomach with a clearly defined biohazard tattoo below his belly button. “Dave is the father of my poz babies. It was Dave that knocked me up on one of the trips just over 3 months ago. When I told him I knocked you up, he asked if he could add his grand dad babies to your mix. I thought it would be cool to strengthen the family line.” Adam then leans in and kisses me passionately and says, “only if you want though. But even if you do, I want to let you know, you are and always will be mine baby”. I am rock hard by this stage and Adam grabs my cock and says, “I am guessing that is a yes”. I don’t say a word. I just smile, kiss Adam back and flip over onto all fours and offer my arse to Dave. I hear Adam kiss Dave again and then I hear Dave undo his jeans and I feel a bulging head press against my wet cummy arse and just slide right in. Adam moves around to my front, and I expect to get a mouthful of his cock, but I don’t. Adam is now kneeling face to face with me as Dave is starting to pump my hole. I can feel Adams cum coating his dick and now dripping down my leg as Dave fucks me and it is making a sloppy wet noise now. Adam is now kissing me as Dave fucks me. “How does it feel to be kissed by a man who loves you as you are fucked by another man?” I am in heaven and my groaning confirms it. “Cause if you enjoy this, then maybe you and I got something special. Your arse is always going to be mine. It is always going to be me that knocked you up, but seeing another man fuck you turns me on so much. As long as it is my cock and my load last in every night and you, I fall asleep with and wake up too, I think we got something special here”. I am moaning with pleasure, and I see the excitement and passion in Adams eyes as he says this. And I lose myself in the moment. “YES!” I almost yell it. Adam stands up and now his cock is in my mouth, and I can taste his cum from fucking me earlier. “How’s his arse Dave?” “Fucking sweet arse mate! But I am so fucking close. All that seed in there being mixed up is driving me crazy”. “Good! Give those babies to my man, flood my mans hole with your poz seed. Remind that hole where its babies originated from.” And with that Dave slams in hard and bottoms out and he holds it there and with grunts I am certain the next cabin can hear; I literally feel the pulsing of his cock as he floods me with his seed. He holds his cock inside me for a minute until he goes soft and pops out. Adam then loses control and cums all over my face. Dave just pulls his jeans up, slaps my arse and says “so, same time tomorrow night then?” “Definitely! He will be ready for you again and I will be here to make sure”. Dave leaves, and I roll on to my back and Adam is kneeling next to me. “Lay still babe”. He slowly licks all of his seed off my face and kisses me with it until my face is squeaky clean. I am laying naked on the bed with a mix of his and Dave’s seed dripping from my hole. Adam is naked kneeling next to me leaning over me. He slides his finger inside me and plays with the mix of seed. “How did that feel babe?” “Like heaven” I say. He smiles and looks me in the eyes and say “yeah, me too. I’ve been waiting for someone like you all my life”. He kisses me and I respond, “me too”. Still fingering me Adam says, “then marry me”.

"I did say he had potential" Matt declared. "Reggie did good by him and by pozzing him! Hot and piggy, Reggie is a sweet, decent guy. I'm sure you've seen Ty and me doing dp with him." TJ whistled and he said, "So, that's Reggie! I'm impressed that the 3 of you bottomed for each other. What really amazed us was how your holes opened. Of course, we have a lot to learn about our asses. MJ, I'd like Sam to fuck us once we have our dads' virus. For a cut cock, his is pretty and huge." Stroking his chin, MJ said, "He's also got that sweet tatted ass. Looks mighty tasty. Of course, getting our dads' bug is our first priority! Daddy Ty, if I can call you that, after my fuckflu, will you fuck me?" Visibly touched, TJ exclaimed, "Daddy Ty is more than fine with me. Daddy Matt for TJ. Just try and stop me from fucking you. We're family and we'll share everything! I've loved you since the day you were born." "Daddy Matt loves you too TJ! How could I not love the fruit of Ty's loins? Before you ask, I'll fuck you too!" Matt exclaimed. We're one twisted family, soon to be a twisted POZ family!" "Daddy Ty, before Sam was here you talked about stink" MJ said. "TJ and I have sniffed and licked each other's sweaty pits and it's nasty fun. Can we switch off the a/c so we can get sweaty?" Grinning ear to ear, Matt said, "There's no need for that when we have a steam room in the basement. Pits aren't the only stinky place on a man's body! Speaking from personal experience, Ty has wonderfully nasty stink in his pubes an buttcrack too!" Not to be outdone, Ty chimed in, "If they could bottle Matt's stink, I'd bathe in it. Still, I'd rather wear Matt 24/7." He wrapped his arms around Matt. hugging him tightly. "You don't know how good it feels to express how much I love this man. This is a gift from our sons! Pun intended!" "Okay, boxers off and down to the basement! Time to work up a stink!" Matt demanded. Naked, the 4 of them went downstairs. Matt turned the steam room on and they kissed each other while it came up to heat. "Everybody in!" Matt instructed as the chime sounded indicating it was ready. There was a bucket of water and a ladle and Matt poured water on the rocks, causing the steam to rise. Shortly, they all worked up a sweat and the 4 of them explored sweaty bodies with their noses and tongues. Pits, pubes and buttcracks were wallowed in. It was a relativity new experience for the young men, but one they thoroughly enjoyed. "Let's get out before we overheat." He turned off the steam room and they went upstairs. There was enough residual sweat and stink for them to enjoy. "Chinese for dinner?" He asked and a chorus of 'yes' was the reply. "The usual?" Again, a chorus of 'yes'. "Ty, come with me and we'll pick it up! You can wear my dirty sweats. I'll get on the app and put the order in. Wait in the garage while I get my wallet. This will give our sons some time to themselves." Hearing the garage door close and the sound of his dad's truck engine, MJ said, "This went better than I expected. When I kissed my dad properly, I expected him to freak out but after a second he went right into it and it felt so right. Daddy Ty's kiss is just as amazing, but of course I'm partial to your kisses." "MJ, we made the right decision." TJ said, in agreement. "We have to be the 2 luckiest QUEERS in the world! Not only do we have sexy POZ dads, but tonight we'll be getting the virus from the cocks that made us. Sharing this with you makes me love you so much more!" "Like our sexy dads, you and I are boyfriends and lovers and tonight our dads will also be our lovers!" MJ said. "If given a choice, I want us all in one bed. Would it be too much for me to want us sharing a bed from tonight on? We can alternate houses." Gently squeezing MJ's thigh, TJ said, "You're such a romantic and I'll never get enough of you, so sharing a bed with you is a given. Now that their relationship is out in the open, I imagine our dads will want the same arrangement." In his 'conspicuous' red truck. Matt said, "We certainly have raised a pair of nasty QUEER sons! They're like us, only more so. Asking to get knocked up by the cocks that made them was a shock for a minute, but ultimately, it fuckin' turned me on. Unbeknownst to us, we taught them everything we know, thanks to their hidden cams. I've never been ashamed of my love for you but our sons did us a favor bringing it out in the open. Maybe this would be a good time for us to bring our relationship further." "We do have that triple lot saved up." Ty said, stroking Matt's face. "If we both sell our houses, we can build a real home for the 4 of us. Most likely, our sons will be wanting to share a bed and on occasion, it'll be the 4 of us." Smiling flirtatiously, Matt growled. "You have a romantic and twisted mind and if I wasn't already in love with you, I'd be falling right now. As soon as our sons are properly infected, we'll meet with the architect. With all of us under the same room, we'll truly have a home. Part pigsty of course, but a warm, loving home." "Call it fate or destiny, but I know in my heart that we were meant to be together." Ty declared. "If my ex hadn't left me we still would've broke up. Our love is too powerful. Maybe we didn't realize it at the time, but from that first night, we belonged to each other." Not surprised by what Ty said, it was good to hear his words and Matt felt the same. "I echo your sentiments, but if we keep this up, I won't be able to drive. We do owe our sons a debt of gratitude for bringing this to the surface. Almost there." Back at the house, MJ said, "Now that the cat is out of the bag, we have a decision to make. Do we leave the cams or take them out? I'm thinking we need to capture tonight, not that I won't remember vividly. Still, there will be 4 of us!" "You're absolutely right and it'll be something for us to watch every year on our birthday." TJ agreed. "Of course, though I doubt it, our dads might not agree. Let's hear what they think, but we need to give them the option." "Chow time!" Matt announced, coming in from the garage. To be continued

15. “How do you feel,” Mike asked after the men had gone. He stood stretching and cracking his back. I felt exhausted and used, still resting most of my weight on the back of the couch. “Amazing,” I replied. I made to get up but Mike stopped me saying, “Hold on, bend back over. I wanna see that hole.” I lent back forward and Mike moved behind me. He bent down, got eye level with my ass. “God, your fucking hole is wrecked. You’ve turned this into a real cunt in like three days.” He slid a finger along my hole, and I pressed back making my hole open a little more for him. “Fucking beautiful.” “Thank you.” “Do you have another top lined up yet?” “No, it was just those two so far.” “Ok, stay right there.” He went into his room while I stayed bent over the arm of the couch. He came back a few moments later, a long silvery orange dildo in his hand. It was almost 18 inches long, tiny at the tip but like a large faired plug at the bottom. It already shone with lube. He lined the slithery toy up with my hole and fed its length slowly inside my guts. It twisted and wiggled its way right past my second hole till the full length was almost inside me; and then pop, the base locked into my battered hole. I was wildly full, and found that I was panting a little. “Oh fuck Matt,” I said a little breathlessly, “I feel so stuffed. Jesus. This is perfect.” “I love that toy. After my first week locked I slept with it in for almost a month. Kept me ready for cocks at any moment. My hole would feel open and stretched all day even when I didn’t have it in.” “That sounds so hot, do you mind if I…” “That’s why its in your cunt boy. You’re going to sleep with it in your hole from now on, I may even send you to work with it in your hole. I bet your boss will love finding that inside you the next time he fucks you.” “Oh yes please.” “I’m going to meet a friend for a drink… you should probably rest your pussy. Three days of raw cock, plus sleeping pluged will wear a cunt out and you don’t want to have to stop getting fucked do you?” “God no.” He kissed me deeply, and then went to get dressed. I laid down in my room, naked except for the cage and tugged on the toy locked deep inside me. I groaned. I head Matt leave, and lost myself in the feeling of fullness. Slowly, I drifted off into another fitful sleep. The next morning I showered and got ready for work. I thought about leaving the plug at hole but after slicking it with lube again and riding it a few times I decided I didn’t want to give up the feeling of fullness. I pushed it back into my hole and put on a pair of very tight white briefs to help hold it in. The vibrations of the subway train through the plug were almost too much for me, and by the time I got to work I was so worked up that a cool sweat was running down my back. I groaned a little when I say down in my desk chair and felt the plug push just a little bit further into my guts. I’d been at my desk for maybe ten minutes when and email came through from my boss. “Please come to my office when you can – Steve.” My hole twitched thinking about Steve’s big raw cock siding inside me again. I wasted no time, and rushed as fast as I could without dropping the plug out of my hole, to my boss’s office. The cute male secretary who normally sat in front of his office was gone, and the shades were drawn behind the windows. I knocked on the office door, and it was quickly opened by Steve. He was smartly dressed in a tight-fitting button down that I now knew covered his stunning muscled furry body, and gray trousers that at this moment barely hid his bulge. “Oh good! You’re here.” He said with a broad grin, “come in.” He stepped back and let me in the office. I was, to say the least, surprised by what I found on the other side of the door. Sitting on the couch opposite Steve’s desk was his secretary Blake. Which, was not in itself shocking, what was shocking was that Brian was completely naked, sporting a hard 9 inch cock. He looked at me, a wicked light in his bright eyes, and winked. “Let me explain a little,” Steve said, closing the office door, “Blake and I have been fooling around for quite some time, and this morning I was telling Blake here about good your cunt felt yesterday and how desperate you were for loads now that you’re locked.” “And we decided maybe you would enjoy a little early morning breeding session to get the day going,” Blake finished for him, getting up and stroking his rock hard dick. “Like I told Steve yesterday,” I stepped closer to Blake and got on my knees. “My hole is his, whenever he wants it.” I grabbed Blake’s cock, and pulled him closer, “And yours too.” “Now, before you start swallowing Blake, strip.” “Yes, Sir.” I stood up and facing Blake and Steve stripped off. I dropped my clothes behind me onto the couch, being careful to keep the plug in my hole hidden from them, I wanted it to be a surprise. “You look good as a caged up sub,” Blake said. “Thank you. I feel good.” “Now can he such my cock?” “Yes, now he can suck your cock.” I dropped back to my knees, and gobbled down Blakes cock. The salt of his pre cum hit my tongue, and instantly I arched my back, my body responding somewhat out of instinct. It felt good, having this fat cock slide into my mouth. My saliva glands went into overdrive, making sure that I gave this man the best blow job I could. As I swallowed Blake, Steve moved behind me, and then I heard a low whistle. “You’re plugged today too.” “Yes Sir,” I responded, letting Blake’s cock out of my mouth just long enough to respond. “You get more and more slutty every day. Let’s get this plug out though so I can use your cunt.” Steven started to pull on the plug, and I arched my back more to give him better access to my hole. I felt my ass lips being pulled out with the wide base of the long snake like toy until finally they released and the whole thing came slithering out. “Jesus fuck,” Steve said, “This thing is huge, and your cunt is so fucking open…” I heard him get up and undress quickly, then he was back at my hole, “we may get no work done today playing in this cunt.” “Fine by me,” Blake said, his hands were now twisted in my hair holding my face in place as he fucked my face.

Got the sling room at Flex in Atlanta Thursday night. Took 8 anon loads blindfolded. 3 loads in the sling and 5 anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed.

I got this two months ago, let know they are fucking a POZ ass.

On holiday just now. Horny Arab messages me on Grindr, wants to meet. Manage to arrange a time and he arrives at my hotel. Big lad, very hairy and much thicker cock than his pics suggested. I thought he'd only be for oral only or safe sex, but no. I sucked him hard which he enjoyed and made sure my lubed up hole was in easy reach. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, which he did. He stood up, got behind and slid right in, no mention of rubbers. Well he got to work, I knew he'd blow in no time. Don't think he gets much from the wife.. He blew a massive load in me, left me well sloppy. He might be back for seconds before his holiday ends, I hope so..

Sex is like any other sport. You have to train for it and train your body cock and ass for Game Days. This means devoting time most everyday to taking toys in you and pushing yourself to go longer and take bigger. As you get more sexual use, your body will build more endurance (and appetite/need for it) and you will last longer and longer each time. Guys see me in action in sex clubs/resorts or in my porn films and ask how they can become more like me and i tell them the same thing every time: get out and do it. live it. Train for the sport of sex and you will indulge on a level most fantasize about.

I wouldn't say becoming poz made me sex crazy as much as it allowed me to ignore certain inhibitions of mine and get in touch with my inner 🐷. I loved to rim before I became poz, but always thought it was dirty and that people would look down on me for wanting to do it (just to do it, not even in prep for anal sex). One I became poz, I felt like the worst thing (other than death) that could happen to me had already happened, so why hold back? And then I discovered that I not only enjoyed but craved eating other men's cum from a hole! 😍 As I stated over in the slut in your family thread, I'm pretty sure my sex-crazed nature was a genetic gift from my father and has nothing to do with HIV status. I mostly suppressed that before I became poz, but there was one point where I wanted to tie (if not beat) a friend's record of 7 different men in 7 different days. (In retrospect, what a laughable goal! It should've been 7 men in 1 day at the very least!) I hit 6 men in 6 days.

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

I couldn't take it anymore. After dating my ex boyfriend for 3 years, he broke up with me to go to college. I had literally saved myself for him. There were plenty of guys I could have had, being a young, small girl with anything but small breasts has it's advantages. But now that he's pulling that shit, fuck it. I was responsible long enough, now is my time to have fun. I headed over to a local movie theater. Since it's Friday night there's a midnight showing of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'. I don't care about the movie too much, but it always seems to attract the horniest of dudes. Upon entering the place, I realize I had underestimated the amount of erotica that could be held in a building. Within a few feet of the entrance alone, there was at least 20 guys wearing anything from jockstraps to full leather BDSM gear. Since the ratio of girls to men was heavily skewed towards guys, I was approached pretty quickly by a guy wearing a tight leather g-string. It didn't leave much to the imagination. "You come here lookin' for some lovin'?" Since my answer was strictly yes, I didn't see any reason to dance around the issue. "Yes, I need to get fucked." The man grins. "You sound pretty eager. Do you want to go now or should I gather up some more guys?" This intrigued me, I hadn't thought about having sex with multiple men in the same night. Now that it's come up though, I figure I might as well go hard or go home. I reply "Dear jesus, yes. Can you get a few guys?" "Heck yeah," says the dude. "Before I do, do you want to set some ground rules first? Like safety rules or anything?" Safety obviously isn't too high a priority for me right now. I never took sex ed, but I figure the chance of actually catching something is fairly low. At the same time, I don't want to seem like a slut or anything. Like maybe not as many guys would want to fuck me if they thought I had something? I decide I should at least pretend to care, just so I can get as many guys as possible. "Uh, I don't need a condom or anything, but if someone is about to stick it in they need to tell me if they think they have an STD. Like it may not be a deal breaker, I still might let them do it, I just need to know." "Sure thing, I'll go get some guys. To make it extra special though, how about lets blind fold you until we get there?" I was definitely up for some extra kinks. My first time having sex had to be memorable ya know? So I agreed. The dude put the blind folds on first, then led me down the street to his apartment. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get my crew." I heard him close the door as he left. A while later, I'm not sure how long, I hear a large amount of guys enter the place. "Oh shit that's a fine hotty you've caught." One of them said. "How old is she? She's legal right?" Another guy chimed in; "She looks just old enough." As the men shuffled around, I heard the first man come up behind me. He whispered in my ear 'are you ready beautiful?' as he grabbed my shirt at the breast and pulled it down. Another guy came up and started unbuckling my pants. "Would you like to see who's about to fuck you?" I nod in agreement. The man takes off my blindfold and in front of me is this well built hunk, with a massive uncut penis. "oh fuck..." I whisper. He pulls down my pants and underwear as the first dude takes off my shirt and bra. Now, totally naked, I realize there's not turning back. This is the moment I lose my virginity. The man climbed on top of me. I spread my legs to let him in. He jabs at my pussy, but I only yelp in pain. My lack of experience is showing... The man realizes the issue and sticks a few fingers in me first. He starts fingering my insides hard "you want this cock don't you? Tell me you want this cock." "I want that cock!" I say, "I don't believe you, why isn't your hole opening you stupid slut?" He reaches up and grabs my throat. "I'm going to shove it in again and you're going to open, okay?" I try to mumble an affirmative but only moans come out. He takes his fingers out and in one stroke powers his penis inside me. It felt like a fucking cement truck hit me. He didn't wait for me to catch up. He started humping me faster and faster, while still shouting 'you want this fucking cock you fucking slut? you want my cum? Your pussy is mine you whore." After only a minute or two he roars up and sinks his cock into me for the last time, I feel it shudder as he pumps his seed into me. Since I wasn't on birth control, I realized he might have just gotten me pregnant. I don't have time to wonder for long though, as another man quickly climbs on top of me. After a painful first minute, my vagina started getting used to the pain. Plus the cum from the first dude made great lube for this one. Within the next hour, about 12 men took turns pumping their seeds into me. By the end, I was exhausted, but holy shit was it fun. After the last dude cums I realize that the first dude, the one that had originally invited me to this, hadn't taken his turn. Maybe he'd forgotten? I sit up to look around for him, and he clearly didn't forget. He comes up from behind me and started kissing my neck. I moan again. He reaches around and starts fingering my clit. "Ooooh, you're bleeding down their... I hope you still have time for one more..." He pushes me forward so I'm laying on my stomach. "Fuck yes, I need your cum." "Good... One thing though... you said we should tell you if we had an STD right?" He remembers my original and only rule, but he still pokes his penis into my vagina. I moan loudly. "Well..." He starts humping me. I feel his penis going in and out. I feel his skin on my skin. Out of the 13 fucks I had that night, this was on a whole other level. "I have AIDS." he says. My stomach dropped. Did he just say AIDS? Like HIV? Is that why he went last? Cause none of the other guys wanted it? I started to try to flop over, but he picks up his pace, and it just feels so good... I let him keep going. He keeps going though "You said you wanted to get fucked... well this fuck will be the best fuck of your life. You won't ever forget it..." He keeps pounding my pussy, his hands were on the back of my head now, holding me down. "You'll get what you wanted, Cum. You are a cum slut. That's all your good for. Worth less than trash." He keeps jawing at me, I could feel my pussy convulsing as another organism approached. "Who cares if you catch the bug? I could throw you in the dumpster and no one would care. You're good for a fuck and that's it. I hope you remember two things after this; that you have HIV, and that you're fucking worthless." His shit talking was throwing me over the edge. I didn't care about catching the bug. I didn't care about ever having sex again. The only thing that existed at that moment is working this mans cock til it explodes. I feel him start going even faster, til he's outright jack hammering my pussy. I hear the 'spat, spat, spat' of each hump as the sounds morph together. I feel his penis start to expand. "Worthless bitch... Dumb slut..." I feel him grab my shoulders, push me further into the bed, as he roars up and yells "FUCKING CUM DUMPSTER!" my body explodes in complete orgasm as his cock explodes within me. Jets of poisonous semen coating my insides. I feel pump after pump of his throbbing penis as his seed reaches the deepest part of my hole. "Fuck, FUCK!" I moan as he keeps pumping the last of his venom into my uterus. He gets off me. "Okay slut, you had your fun. If you don't catch the bug in a couple weeks, come back and see me, otherwise you've gotta go. " While I could barely walk at this point, I manage to make it back to the theater where a few friends find me and take me home. Only a week later, I come down with the worst flu of my life. I realize I've made a horrible mistake. But it's too late. This is a part of me now. It'll be with me forever. At least I don't have to worry about slutting around anymore, right?

Before the main event, here's some necessary background. Tyler Evans Jr, known as TJ and Matt Williams, known as MJ are lifelong friends who share a birthday. Growing up next door to each other, their dads are also friends. MJ was born prematurely, in the seventh month and his mom died in childbirth. TJ was full term and born exactly an hour later. TJ's mom ran off with a truck driver when he was 2 years old. Matt and Tyler, the elders are college friends and partners in a construction company. Today is their 18th birthday and the 2 of them have something special planned. While TJ is black and MJ white, they'd always considered themselves to be brothers and they never spent a day apart. Matt Sr came down to the kitchen, surprised to see that his son was already awake and had breakfast on the table. Both dressed only in boxers and wifebeaters, it was always casual attire at this hour. "Happy 18th Birthday, my young man! What are your plans for today?" He gave his son a chaste kiss on his forehead. MJ had grown into quite an attractive man, he'd inherited his late mother's bright red hair, but he was otherwise his father's son, 6' tall and toned with a hairy chest, a trim moustache and from what he could see, an ample package. "I think a proper kiss is in order!" MJ exclaimed, surprising his dad by pulling his face close and parting his lips. Though shocked, his dad responded and they kissed passionately for a minute. Pulling back, he said, "TJ and I have the same things planned. As a matter of fact, he and Uncle Ty are most likely doing just what we are right now. You see, we've known about you and Uncle Ty for quite some time. Don't worry, if we weren't fine with it, I wouldn't have kissed you like that, but I've wanted this for the longest time." Taken aback and yet relieved Matt Sr heaved a sigh. "How did you find out? How long have you known? How much do you know? Why did you wait until now to tell me this? Are you and TJ both fine with having gay dads?" "Since we never saw you dating any women, but you guys were out every night, we decided to get on our bikes and follow you, we were 14 at the time. Your red truck is hardly inconspicuous and when we saw it parked at B&S Tavern with the rainbow flag, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. I'd known for sure I'm gay since I was 10, but it wasn't until that night that I told TJ. He came out to me and we had our first kiss. I think we know every dirty detail and dirty isn't bad. If you remember, it was about that time I wanted to work for the CIA as an agent. Thanks to your generous allowance, I was able to buy tiny cameras which I put all over the house and we've seen everything! There was no need for us to buy porn when we had 2 hot studs enjoying each other and the occasional other men!" Next door, at the Evans house, the conversation went like this. "So you see, dad, MJ and I have known for quite some time and you have our approval as well as our blessings! Today, I'm officially a man and I want to be kissed like one!" He pulled his father's face to his and they kissed deeply. "Maybe it's wrong to speak ill of the woman who gave birth to you, but I'm glad you're nothing like her" Ty said. "From the day you were born, you were the image of me and as amazing as that is, I'm proud of the sweet, smart man you've grown into. If you don't mind me saying so, you and MJ are both sexy! Breakfast is gonna get cold. Let's eat!" Back at the Williams residence, MJ had just loaded the dishwasher when he got a text from TJ, 'Dishwasher loaded, do you want us there?' He replied, 'As soon as you can and don't bother getting dressed, just use the gate!' To be continued? Feedback appreciated.

Decided to grab the train across Australia from Sydney to Perth and have a relaxing 4 days and 3 nights off after a busy year with work. Have always wanted to do the trip, and know that most on the train are older, so was planning to relax and when I got to Perth, spend a few days chasing loads. Got to the station and ticket was all sorted and I went to find my carriage. There was an attendant at each carriage and when I got to my carriage the attendant was a hot 20’s something guy. 6’ tall with an avg build but wearing the uniform of beige trousers (very tight and well filled out) and train logo polo with a stockman’s hat. What looked like short brown hair under the hat and piercing blue eyes with a trimmed beard. I almost got a hard on there and then. My thoughts went straight too disappointment as I imagined how good it would be (for eye candy alone) to have him on the entire trip. I am a 45 y/o avg guy with smooth body and blonde short hair. Nothing special but wearing jeans and t-shirt. He introduced himself as Adam and explained a few basic things before I was to get on to the train. I was thinking of how hot it would be if he was on the trip, and as though he could read my mind, he adds “I will be your carriage attendant the whole trip” out of nowhere. I am taken back by the random comment and am obviously pleased. “I’ll come by and give you the run down on the carriage once we are under way” He repeats my cabin number as if to remind himself. Others are lining up, so I get on the train in a bit of a haze and find my cabin. I have a private cabin with ensuite that is usually for two people, but I paid to have it to myself to relax. I settle in and am putting some things away as the train starts out and immediately there is a knock at the door. It is Adam (he must have come straight to my cabin first). He walks straight in and closes the door behind him and begins to explain the features of the cabin. “So, you are travelling alone I see?” I confirm this for him, and he smiles. I swear the bulge in his trousers is bigger, but I put it down to my imagination. After explaining everything he tells me he has a cabin at the end of the carriage and is available 24/7 for anything I need. He then looks me in the eyes and says, “anything at all, even in the middle of the night”. He leaves and I hear him explain the features to all the other people in my carriage, but he never goes into their cabins. As the evening falls and after I have had dinner, I head back to the cabin and shortly after there is knock at my door. It is Adam. “Sorry sir, I meant to prepare your bed while you were at dinner. I got caught up a bit. Let me do it now for you. There is not a lot of room, and he keeps brushing past me to do his stuff and his crotch is growing to a noticeable bulge. Sometimes when he needs to get past me, he puts his hands on my hips gently to steady himself and I feel his growing crotch brush against my arse, and my own cock is starting to go. “Is there anything else I can do for you” he asks, and he clearly has a hard on. But I am not sure of the rules and what to do and I stumble to say everything is perfect, trying not to get caught looking at his crotch, but he clearly notices. “If you haven’t been on a train overnight before, sometimes it is hard to get to sleep or sleep. So, please let me know if you need anything no matter the time.” He motions to the attendant button on the wall “I mean anything at all – ok” and he then leaves. By midnight I cannot sleep, and my mind constantly goes to Adam, and I know a good fucking and load from him is exactly what I need to sleep. I think what the hell and I press the attendant button. I am in boxers and singlet for bed. Within a minute, Adam is at my door in the same clothes but sporting a massive bulge in his tight pants. “I’ve been waiting for that call for hours”. Without invitation he comes into my cabin and shuts the door and just pushes me to the wall and kisses me and starts grinding his massive crotch against mine. “What about if someone else calls for the attendant?” I ask. “I am officially off from 10pm and that is what everyone is told. You are the only one I said “anytime”. And he grins and starts to kiss me again. I begin to undo his pants and he stops me and says, “sorry I need to tell you I am poz. Just got the results back a week ago and not started meds yet. So can only do oral for now”. He sounds a bit disappointed as he says it and I look him in the eye and ask, “so you would be pretty toxic now I guess”. He responds in a disheartened manner “yeah I guess so – sorry” I smile and kiss him again and continue to release a thick nine-inch cock from his pants and pre-cum flicks onto my boxers as I do. He seems a little reluctant and I assure him, “good! That means I have 3 nights for you to knock me up. No rules, no condoms and nothing for you to worry about. I want to be fucked and bred by you as often as you can do it for the next 3 nights. I want your poz babies.” You can see the relief in his eyes and without a word he turns me around, pulls the back of my boxers down and shoves all nine inches inside me all at once. It hurts a little at first, but he just holds it there until I relax and after a few seconds starts pumping my arse with his huge cock. He is fucking me hard against the wall as he is kissing and biting my neck. “Fuck it has been a week since I came. It’s gonna be a big load and probably fast”. And within a minute of that he says, “fuck I gotta cum – oh shit – here it comes” and he bottoms out inside me, and I feel the warm sensation of him flooding my insides with his poz seed. I reach around and grab his arse to make sure he doesn’t pull out. He seems to cum for ages, but also doesn’t seem to go soft. He keeps kissing my neck, breathing heavily, whilst still inside me and still hard. He starts slowly fucking me again. “Fuck, I told you it had been a while. You want another load?” I respond by pushing back hard on his cock and he starts to fuck me hard again and within 5 minutes he is unloading a second load in me without even pulling out from his first load. After about a minute, he starts to go soft this time and his cock pops out of my hole. This whole time is has stayed dressed. I turn around and kiss him more. “When are you officially back on duty?” I ask. “6am” he responds. “Good plenty of time for us then” and I begin to undress him. Before long we are both naked and he has a gorgeous hairy chest under his work shirt. The beds are narrow, so he lays on top of me with his crotch nestled nicely between my legs as we make out like two teenagers. He stays until 5am and neither of us sleep. He proceeds to pump another 2 loads in me overnight. As he leaves, I say, “so two more nights for you to knock me up right” and kiss him. I go to an early breakfast with a slightly sore arse but have kept his loads inside me. He passes me on my way back from breakfast and he stops me and says “you may want to change” and runs his hands down the back of my jeans. There is a wet patch where his seed has started to leak out. “or pop a plug in there”. And then he continues to walk on. To be continued…

I recently started PrEP. Im not sure if this is a legit side effect, or because I started with the intent to take loads, but it’s made me a lot more hornier than usual, which is saying a lot. I had gotten off work a bit early, and had some time to kill so i decide to take a drive down the the wildlife area. A local trail where I live that is known to be cruisy. I had gone here before at odd times and had no luck, but this time i was able to be here at around 5:30 when everyone is getting off work. I take a stroll through the path that leads into the wooded area. It’s hot out so i make sure to leave my shirt behind. Just in some shorter shorts with my jockstrap peeking through. I get deep in the wooded area, and seem to be alone. I find two used condoms, had to have been pretty fresh as the tips were still full. I strip down to just my jock. shorts around my ankles, im bent over against the stump of the tree. I poor one condom in my mouth, and the other, full with more cum, in my hole. I finger as much of it as i can in my hole. I hear some noise behind me. I discover a man wearing a business suit. stroking his cock. I come over to him and immediately drop to my knees. He takes his hardening cock out and snacks me with it a few times. I take his member in my mouth and deep throat. He can’t hold back and is blowing in my throat. I swallow every drop. Soon after suit guy was gone. I see an older, probably 60-65 year old man, you can tell he loves his wife. But he’s the type to want nothing more than to nut in a nice boy hole, and go back to her. He his fat cock in hand. I go over and get to work on his dick. making sure to be extra sloppy. I slowly get up. “damn sure wish i had a condom” he says. “who needs one?” I ask while turning my backside towards him. he slowly pushes himself inside me. “where can i cum” he asks. “you want me to pull out?” he adds. I purposely don’t answer. “oh fuck, I just came inside you” he says shortly after. I knew he would nut in me. I find it hot when men don’t give me the choice. I mean i want the load clearly. But i love when it’s not discussed and a man just nuts in me. We drew a watcher. Who immediately takes his place in my hole. Another older guy. Beer belly, hairy. Nice long cock. He grabs my hips tight and starts ramming into my hole. “im gonna cum inside. “ her warns as he loads me full. I clean him off and he’s on his way. I will definitely visit this area again. I wish i could have taken a few more loads.

To be honest, no. I had been doing a lot of tanning beds at the time. I was dancing with my shirt off and a female nurse saw me on the dance floor, and told me I needed to go to my Infectious Disease Specialist Immediately. The fact I was so tan made it look like it was a result of a lot of anabolic steroids I was doing at the time, and to be honest they were prescribed by my doctor. When I was at my lowest, with KS and few T-cells, I looked and felt great.

I would let Logan Stevens pound me however he wanted.

Dirty and sweet in perfect proportion. Delightful!

Went to Flex in Atlanta Thursday night and got the sling room. Took 8 loads totally anon with blindfold on. 3 in the sling and 5 ass up face down on the bed.

This is very hoT, looking forward to more. And yes, I have had this happen - and as a Top/Vers it was a complete surprise... I was semi-forced into being a last minute substitute for the guy who was supposed to be getting gangbanged by 3 super hung African American mostly-str8 guys - the intended recipient had an emergency and had to leave and I was coerced into being the substitute - slams helped significantly - I tell the whole tale in my blog on here of my real pnp experiences -Another Real Experience How Big Are Those Cocks

Aww, thanks! That was back in my bottom days when I was playing safe. That would've been sometime during 89-95. Seven men in a couple of hours is nothing to some of the guys on this site and I 😍 them for that! Tried to schedule 5 bottoms in 5 days last week. Three of them flaked/ghosted cause I haven't heard boo from them since. Oh well. I always have lots of other things to do outside of sex! 🤯

Well what an amazing experience. He arrived on time, had a pee and got to business. It's so different not being able to see. He undid his buckle and his trousers fell to the floor. His hands caressed my arse cheeks and I then felt his cock rest against my hole. I gently caressed his balls to get his cock hard, to which he slowly entered my cunt. It was so nice to feel a cock in my hole again, tho to be honest it had only been 1 day since I was bred by the married Arab. Being on holiday just makes me horny and more of a slut than usual. He was moaning in pleasure and his accent sounded American. That's so hot, I don't often get bred by Americans. He built up the rhythm and then I felt the contractions of his cock unloading in my cunt. I thought that would be it, his cock would plop out and he'd be off, but no. His cock stayed hard and he started again. Building up, taking his time and obviously enjoying the ride. He blew twice in my cunt, not going soft and without his cock leaving my hole. That's a first for me. He dressed and left without me glimpsing what he looked like. I quickly got a Grindr message to say how hot that was for him , which I totally agreed with. He's keen for a repeat before I leave in 3 days, I said I'd try and organise some sloppy seconds for him, so I guess I'll be Grindr surfing the next 2 days.. Q

I had Kaposi's Sarcoma in 2001, and my doctor told me that he believed it had been eradicated in the US. They sent my specimen back to the lab three times just to get a confirmation. I had 52 T cells at the time and my doctor has since told me I have had the highest viral load of any living patient he has had in his career. I am still kicking today. For the record, I applied for SSD the end of May, 2001 and I had my first check on August 3, 2001. I also get a second check from the Civil Service Retirement Disability Program which I am extremely grateful for. From what I understand, my disability was approved in record time and most guys today have to wait 18 to 24 months to get a response on their case. Thankfully that was not my situation. I also had to give information to two reps from the CDC as to where I could have contracted the strain of virus I had. It had not been seen in the US at that time. In 2001 I didn't have a cell phone, or email, so I just picked up the house phone and called my fuck buddy who was a flight attendant from Brazil. He and I would play twice a month as our paths crossed for business in Fort Lauderdale. Though the reps from the CDC said he would not face any retaliation, they in fact stamped his passport so he could no longer travel into the US, and his employer had to reroute him to countries in Europe. So I was lied to, and as a government employee you can imagine how betrayed I felt. Fortunately my friend was able to continue with his career, flying only into Europe, but I never got to see him again. Oh, and if you want to have an entire party go quiet, just tell them at the age of 30 that you are on disability and no longer have your lofty government job. Talk about a way to kill a buzz, but I managed to get everyone to stop talking. That's my story. If you get a call from your infectious disease specialist and you suspect you have AIDS, and he tells you to come in on Friday afternoon at 4:30 pm, you know you have it. My doctor hates giving people bad news as he prefers to run out the door after giving them the diagnosis. Having HIV is one thing, having your world turned upside down by an AIDS diagnosis is another.

The 4 of them exited the pool. Matt took the lead, "I'll grab towels and sunscreen" And he did so, passing the towels among them. "I haven't dried you off since you were a baby and it was never like this! MJ, you have a beautiful cock!" "Not as beautiful as the cock that made me!" MJ exclaimed, lovingly drying his dad's cock. I love being uncut like Uncle Ty and you. Me and TJ were the only uncut guys in school. Cut cocks are so plain and boring." Hearing what MJ said, Ty chimed in, "No male in my family has ever been circumcised! They consider it mutilation and there are nerves in foreskin that enhances stimulation. Plus it gives us more to play with. I couldn't love Matt any less if he'd been cut, but I'm glad it never came to that. TJ, your cock looks like it's bigger than mine! and it feels wonderful!" "Dad, your cock feels wonderful too and it'll feel more wonderful when you fuck me and take my cherry tonight. Thank you for continuing the family tradition and not mutilating my cock!" "Piggy as I am, I'm still practical and that means using sunscreen." Matt advised. "Ty, TJ, being black doesn't exempt you the sun can damage your sexy ebony skin. I know I'm a pain in the ass but for purely selfish reasons I need you guys in my life! Young men, on your chairs, on your backs so your dads can apply it for you!" MJ and TJ took the 2 center lounge chairs, their dads standing beside them. Starting at his son's feet, Matt lovingly applied the sunscreen up his legs. Not surprisingly, MJ was hard and leaking when his dad's hands reached his crotch. "A good 9" and half coverage with a thick veiny foreskin. I'm impressed!" Looking up, MJ saw his dad's throbbing hardon. "Just a bit shorter than yours, not that I'm jealous! Believe me, it's taking every ounce of my willpower to not take it in my mouth, That first load of POZCUM is going deep in my ass!" "I have a wonderful son!" Matt said. "Ty, I think our sons need to hear this, don't you?" With a nod from Ty, he continued. "I hooked up with a sexy man, knowing he was viral, and willingly let him fuck me. Since we've never kept any secrets, I told Ty all about it and we made a pact that I'd knock him up as a symbol of our bond as soon as I came down with the fuckflu. It wasn't attractive, but the moment I came in Ty it was romantic!" "At that moment, I truly became Matt's other half and once I had the fuckflu, I gave the virus back to him." Ty said, proudly. "It's something to celebrate. Granted it'll be different but it'll create a bond like nothing else!" Genuinely curious, MJ asked, "Dad, tell us what the fuckflu is like so we can know what to expect." "There are guys who never got the fuckflu or it was so mild they didn't notice" Matt replied. "I saw it as a badge of honor. Between the night sweats, the fever, puking and the runs, I felt sick as a dog but proud of the power it would leave me with. Not to worry, we'll nurse you through it with some weak fucking!" "Honestly dad, Uncle Matt makes the 'gift' sound absolutely amazing and getting it from you, cumming from the cock that made me (pun intended) will be extra special" TJ confessed. "At the risk of prying, have the 2 of you knocked up others?" With total confidence, Ty said, "So far, it's been a symbol of love between Matt and myself. Tonight, it becomes a symbol of love for the 4 of us. Of course. to make sure it's successful there are steps we must take, but we'll guide you through it." "Fuck, it looks like we're in for a wild night and I'm glad you'll be there with me sharing it!" MJ said, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Dad just when I thought I couldn't love you any stronger, this happens!" Filled with a twisted sense of pride, Matt said, "Our love will continue to grow stronger. If you'll allow, it's not just tonight that'll be wild, but our lives. That's how it's been with Ty and me and I only hope the 4 of us get to share in that!" "Count on it, dad!" MJ declared. "All this talk of gifts, fuckflus and wild lives has made me not just horny, but hungry! Let's wash the sunscreen off under the outdoor shower before we head back in." Rising from his chair, Matt announced, "Lunch sounds like a good idea! I'll go first and order some pizzas. Since you 2 are now of legal age, you can have beer." He purposely shook his ass as he walked to the shower. A few minutes later they were all inside. "These apps are so convenient, they have all my info stored and it'll be here in 15 minutes. Cashless including the tip. We can stay naked, I'll just grab a dirty pair of sweats from the laundry when it gets here." They sat there in silence, fondling each other until the doorbell rang. Pulling on a dirty pair of sweats, Matt went to the door and quickly returned carrying 2 boxes. "You should've seen the package on that delivery twink! 'If there's anything, ANYTHING I can do for you, call the shop and ask for Sam' If he's poz, I might consider." A drop of precum appeared on his foreskin when he removed his sweats. Ty opened the refrigerator and managed ton retrieve 8 cans of beer. We ate in silence and when sauce dripped on us, we licked it off. The 4 of them always wolfed down the pizza and the young men evenly matched their dads, chugging the beers and they finished in 20 minutes. With a loud belch, Matt announced, "You can't buy beer you can only rent it!" "Dad, can I drink your piss?" MJ asked. "After watching you and Uncle Ty. TJ nd I have been drinking from each other and not to toot our on horns, we're quite good at it, never spilling a drop!" Matt merely stood up and placed his cock in MJ's mouth and he drank like milk from a bottle. "Thirsty?" Ty asked, rising from his seat as TJ grabbed his cock and practically sucked out his piss. To be continued

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So…last night a former manager of mine texted me asking “What was up?”. I responded with, “Nada…just bored and drinking in the garage. You?”. He sent back, “Bored…wanna hang out?”. I said sure. He came over. He expressed displeasure in his marriage and daily general life. I may have hinted that I could help. He asked how I could possibly help. I let on that I may consider some fun in there…how can I help? Long story shorter, this guy ended up breeding me 4 separate times. All for fun. Those were my last 5 loads. Great guy.

Since there's always been an open door policy between the Evans and Williams houses, it was perfectly normal for TJ and his dad to enter unannounced through the patio sliders. "TJ, you can sit across from me and Uncle Ty, across from dad. Nod if we're all on the same page" There were nods all around. "Uncle Ty, Dad, any questions or comments?" Matt was the first to speak. "Ty, it seems the QUEER gene is strong in both of us and we've created 2 hunky studs. MJ, you said you saw Uncle Ty and me having sex on your hidden cams. Are they stills or videos and what exactly were we doing? Do you still have them?" "HD videos and the cams operate by motion detection. TJ and I have everything saved on our laptops and I mean EVERYTHING you 2 hot men and your various friends do. Thanks to you we never had to buy porn. You guys could make a fortune, specially because it's natural and not scripted. Beyond that, it's been a tutorial on how men please other men, in the most beautiful and dare I say nasty ways. I also like the way you refer to yourselves as QUEER instead of gay. Sounds so powerful." "That was your dad's doing." Ty said as Matt played footsie with his son under the table. "Powerful is right! Matt told me he felt gay sounded too polite and QUEER was like a slap in the face to outsiders but completely comfortable amongst our own. By fate, we were assigned a dorm room together and we both confessed to being bi, which at the time was true. He pulled me in for the most amazing kiss and we were instant boyfriends and buddies. We've loved each other ever since. I hope that's not too much for you young men." With a wicked grin, TJ said, "Not in the least. MJ and I have also been boyfriends and buddies since we came out to each other as QUEER, to use your word. You and Uncle Matt have been the most constant and wonderful men in our lives and we both love and respect you. Now that things are out in the open, you also need to know that we find the 2 of you totally sexy!" "Do you now?" Matt asked, reaching over to squeeze MJ's thigh. "Speaking for both Ty and myself, we've both secretly lusted after the 2 of you and now, here we are, free to act on those lustful desires. Are we free to do that? Tell us, is there anything you'd like to know about the things we've done? You're certainly old enough to have an open and honest discussion. TJ? MJ?" TJ was the first to speak. "Dad, you and Uncle Matt seem to do an awful lot of kissing. More than you do with other men. Is there a reason for that? I love kissing MJ, but we've never kissed anyone else, but I'm hoping Uncle Matt will change that for me." "Let me take that," Matt said. "as much as we enjoy other men, your dad and I love each other and our kisses have a level of intimacy beyond what we feel when kissing others. Of course, being family, that may apply to us. Plant one on me!" With that, Matt placed his mouth on TJ's and Ty did the same with MJ. After 5 minutes of swapping spit the 4 of them pulled back. "You're right about intimacy. I feel it when I kiss TJ, but it's there with you in a different but just as wonderful way!" MJ said. "Matt, your son has inherited your talented tongue!" Ty exclaimed, licking his lips. "Different from our kisses but just as powerfully intimate. I'm liking the way things seem to be progressing." Smiling broadly, MJ said, "Uncle Ty, I can see why my dad loves kissing you and it's one of the most exciting things to watch. You and TJ both kiss intimately, but in different ways." "Not that it's any of our business " Ty said, a bit nervous. "How far have the 2 of you gone?" "We've been suck buddies since we were 16." MJ said. "Before then, we jacked each other's dicks and ate each other's cum. After seeing you guys, we decided to wait until today to give you men our virgin asses. I have a confession to make, dad, I stole one of your dildos and TJ and I would use them on each other. So, will you and Uncle TJ take our cherries? More than anything we want our first cocks to fuck us to be the cocks that made us. How about it?" He asked, actually feeling himself blushing. Feeling a strong stirring in his crotch, Matt replied, "After everything you've seen, did you really think I'd refuse? Knowing and loving Uncle Ty as I do I can say for certain that he's just as agreeable. I'm guessing you have this all planned out. Won't you tell us?" "MJ thinks it best that we take things slow and I agree" TJ replied. "I'm thinking we have a swim until lunch. Then a nice long makeout session until dinner and finally the entire night." "In other words, a seduction!" Matt declared, clearly pleased at how wonderfully he and Ty had raised their sons. To be continued.

Update, stopped meds 3 years ago, so likely back to full blown AIDS. My attitude is, ' I have AIDS, but it doesn't have me.

Part 7 “Your future son, it starts here tonight. Now, STRIP!” I didn’t. I was paralyzed in place, my mind completely blanked out and my body frozen. That, however, did not please dad. I felt massive pain erupt from my balls as dad’s palms grabbed and squeezed my balls really hard, kneading and groping them. “I asked you to strip boy, you don’t disobey your father in his house.” This was so fucked up, yet why was I so turned on. I couldn’t focus due to the pain of his squeezing, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I have never been into pain or even aroused by it, but right now, it was doing something incredible for me. Because despite the pain, I was extremely aroused. Dad removed the pressure on my balls, but held my balls in the palm of his hands, kneading them lightly like it was a 8-ball. With his other hand, he pulled up my t-shirt and took it off. My senses returned to me and the absurdity of the situation hit me like a truck. I pulled back from dad, hoping to bring a stop to this from going any further. But dad was prepared. Before I could do anything else, he pushed a piece of clothing in my face, right against my nose and held it tight. I tried to fight it, but dad had wrapped his free arm around my back, holding me in place. I had youth on my side, allowing me to wiggle out of his grip before I felt something, hairy and massive against my back. “Breathe in son, it’ll feel a lot better soon,” Chief’s voice echoed in my ear, as he sandwiched me from the back against my dad. My struggle to set myself free started tiring me out, making me take a few deep whiffs of the cloth against my nose. The more I smelt it, the relaxed I felt. “That’s it son, just relax now. We’ll take care of you,” dad responded, his other hand now stroking my dick through my shorts. Whatever I was breathing in was making me more and more relaxed, making me moan as dad’s expert teasing and stroking started working up my libido. I don’t know how long the cloth was held against my face but when it was taken off, I could barely stand. I felt dizzy but very horny, to the point where I felt myself being moved deeper into the room but I felt no control over my actions. A sudden push landed me with a thud on something soft, like a bed. I was moved to an upward position, lying on my back, and completely zoned out. I felt a weight on my chest. Upon looking up, I saw Sam sitting on my chest, his huge cock and balls above my face. He maneuvered himself, until his balls and taint were above my mouth, before lowering them down to my lips. “Suck.” I opened my mouth and his balls struggled to pop in due to their combined size. I pulled one ball in my mouth, licking and playing with it with my tongue. The popper kept coming, with the cloth being pushed against my nose every few minutes, taking me deeper and deeper. At one point, I felt my legs being pushed up, my ass exposed to the warm basement draft. Without breaking a sweat, Sam kept me in place by stroking his dick above my face, while I licked, sucked and played with his testicles. A cold sensation spread across my asshole for a moment before I felt something thin and bony pushing in. It was sharp and made me sober up a little. Sensing that, Sam pushed the popper dosed rag back on my nose, holding it in place until my head dropped back, a stupid smile on my face. Whoever was fingering my ass, felt my hole relaxed and upped the antics, finger-fucking me hard and deep. Sam dislodged his balls from my mouth at the same time as the finger was yanked out of my ass. I felt so deprived and vulnerable, uneasy by the sudden cool air around me and craving the touch of a man. But that vulnerability was short lived, as my legs were pushed back again and I felt a weight move between them. I looked up to see my dad between my legs, holding my legs up by the ankles. His thick, dad bod on full display, a bio hazard tattoo surrounding his belly button, visible through the ample hair on his frontal. I had no time to react before I felt dad pushing his cock in, slowly but unrelenting. Without missing a beat, dad kept pushing and forcing my ass to open for his cock, until he was all the way in. The pain was immense. I hadn’t been fucked in a while and certainly never by a cock so big. The Sloan clan is blessed with well-endowed dicks and at 7 and a half inches, I know I am the “dwarf” of the family. Dad’s dick was stretching my hole out, carving a tunnel for the onslaught he was about to rain on it. “Fuck son, your cunt is so warm,” dad said, almost a whisper. He leaned over, until our bodies felt glued by sweat, lust and an intense passion, thrusting his big thick poz cock into my ass. I had no control over him, relinquishing my control and letting daddy command me as he pleased. In the moment, I was just a boy, being shown the way of the world by my dad, as I marveled on. His thrusts were getting stronger, deeper, exploring the deepest crevice’s of my body, as I groaned and moaned. The lack of lube was starting to show, as I felt scraping in my hole. It made me squirm and I asked Sam for lube. “Here’s some lube for ya, bud”, Sam said as he pushed the rag into my mouth again. I tried to spit it out, but he covered my mouth with his palms, while dad kept fucking me. “Getting close boy, dad’s gonna shoot son” Dad grunted between thrusts, “Gnooo…ughhh….mmmpphh…..” I hoarse out through the rag, the sudden realization that my dad was about to drop HIV cum into me. I had no say in the matter, and nothing I could do. Dad grunted one last time as I felt his dick throb and twitch inside my butt. About a minute later, when he pulled out, a dollop of cum rolled out of my ass and dripped down my balls. “I see blood, Bax” Chief commented, as he pulled my father in for a kiss. “He’s dripping blood.” I felt Chief’s finger on my bruised ass lips as he scraped some cum and put it up for me to see. I saw white thick cum, with a slight orange tinge and small tissue like flecks of blood on it. My ass was full of hot toxic cum, my father’s toxic cum. My fate was sealed in the company of these 3 poz men. And I realized, I would not have it any other way.

You asked this, so I’m going to answer. The first indication I had that I was infected with HIV was a line of six doctors standing by my hospital bed. They had just come in and woke me up where I was recovering from having nearly died from fungal meningitis and related stroke two days earlier. ”You have AIDS,” they said. Boom. Just like that. No easing into it, no hand-holding, no sugar-coating. ”Are you telling me I have HIV?” I asked. ”No, AIDS,” one of them said. I don’t remember any of the conversation after that. I had tested and tested - all negative. False negatives, as it turned out. What I had to learn and learn fast is that the doomsday scenario of wasting away and dying a hideous death is now something I can prevent, but it means changing the way I think and live. It means ART meds for the rest if my life (or until there’s a cure), without fail, because if I slack off, the virus will evolve so the meds will do no good. Let’s get one thing crystal clear - the HIV virus is The Enemy. It will kill you if it can. It is constantly upping its game, its hides where we cannot find it, it turns our own defenses against us, and so far, we cannot stop it. We can only slow it down. There are guys here - way too many guys - who have the mistaken idea that getting HIV means you can now fuck bare without worry. Wrong-o. Getting HIV doesn’t mean you’re free - you can still get infected with a different/worse/treatment-resistant strain you didn’t have to start with and be ten times worse off. Plus, getting pozzed (let alone living with AIDS) puts you at far greater risk of getting other diseases that wouldn’t kill a neg guy, but they might kill you. And I guaran-damn-tee you that when you’re lying in a hospital bed with pneumonia or meningitis, you won’t be on the fence about whether you want to have AIDS. I’ve made this point elsewhere in this part of the forum, but I’ll do it again here: This is the HIV Health area, not the chaser/gifter area, so this may be the only place on this entire bareback fucking site where it’s appropriate to say that romanticization or sexualization of disease is inappropriate. Get it straight: No man who is compos mentis chooses a debilitating lifelong illness. No man with any goddamn sense looks at wasting, weakness, incontinence and death and says, “Yeah, I’m down for that!” And no man who has ever watched a loved one, a partner, or a brother-in-spirit decay and die before his helpless eyes as the Enemy Virus did its work would ever suggest that it was sexy. I don’t judge men for having chaser or gifter fantasies, because I frankly don’t get where they’re coming from. I’m living their fucking fantasy, and it sucks ass in the worst possible way. Whatever. But anyone who actually intentionally infects another person? Anyone who chooses not to accept treatment but instead allows The Enemy to use his body as an incubator and then goes out a-fucking bare? Those men are making conscious choices to give aid and comfort to the enemy, and they are wrong. I have AIDS. I publicly announce my status before I put my ass in service, every time. I don’t play unless undetectable (yes, last check yesterday in fact) and I do not miss my meds. I am grateful to every single Top who does me the honor of breeding me, and it is my duty to ensure that I never put any of them at risk. Remember that there was once a time when there was no such thing as HIV, or AIDS, when bareback sex wasn’t potentially deadly, when men took for granted what we now debate and fantasize about. The fact that we can do it at all now is only because science has given us a measure of control over the Enemy. Our ability to continue fucking in the way that we choose in the future means we can’t begin to glorify the disease to the point that we give it a stronger foothold - or any more of our lives. It’s had enough already.

My name is Justin. I am 5’10 155 have a six pack and bubble butt and a nice 8” dick, I am straight and have a girlfriend, but I have always been fascinated with giving oral and have watch lots of videos of gay guys giving oral to a straight guy. My girl got me started since she brought a bi film that started two college guy and one chick. I started watching my straight guys getting head from gay guys online and it would make me blow a huge load. One of the scenes was shot in a bathroom though a glory hole. I had never though much when I used a public rest room but after watching the video, I would check out the room and see if they had glory holes in the walls but the bathrooms I visited did not. That was until I cut through the park and checked out that bathroom, Bingo there was a glory hole between the stalls. I got in the stall and sat on the toilet waited and about three minutes later I heard footsteps and then the stall next me the door opened. My heart was racing as I heard the door lock and then the guy sat down and tapped his foot. I did not know what I was supposed to do at this point, so I tapped mine and he moved his foot closer and tapped again and I did the same. Then the guy stood up and slide his big dick through the glory hole, it had to be 9 inches and uncut. I had not come to suck dick, but this big dick was beautiful, so I grabbed it and jacked it a little and watched the foreskin got over his big fat head and the cum starting on his piss slit. The guy gruffly said suck my dick fag. I was no fag, but I followed his instruction and put my mouth on tongue on his beautiful dick and sucked as much as I could but after a few minutes he pulled out and then slipped a brown bottom through and told me to inhale. I uncapped it and took several inhales and then capped it and slide it back trough and his dick slide back through. Now I suddenly was a great or a better cock sucked and took his dick down my throat and gagged on it and sucked and jacked him and after ten minutes he hit the wall and I did not know what that meant but I soon found out it meant he was going to cum and he shot rope after rope in my throat and then slowly pulled out and when his head was almost all the way through he told me to clean up his foreskin and I slide my tongue inside and cleaned his dick head clean of the cum and he pulled out and zipped up and said fag, be here tomorrow at the same time. I sat there wondering how that fucking happened, I had come to get my dick sucked by a fag but here I was impersonating one myself. My dick was still rock hard, and I really needed to get off and I started to jack off and I heard the door to the stall. The same tap of the foot but this time the guy put his fingers to the hole, and I instinctively knew that he wanted me to slip my 8” though the glory hole. I did and he swallowed me and sucked my rock-hard dick and five minutes later I shot my load in his mouth and he swallowed it and sucked my dick trying to get more. I pulled out and zipped up and left without saying a word. It was hot and I knew I wanted to do it again. I had no intention on going back there tomorrow when I headed home to my girl, and I had convinced myself that I would never suck a dude off again but, in my dreams, I was giving two big, dicked guy’s head and I woke up in the morning with dick on my mind. I tried to fight it, but I wound up back at the park ten minutes before the time I was yesterday sitting in the stall waiting for that hot guy to come in. I hard footsteps and then the door latch and the guy pulled down his shorts and dangled his dick at the hole. It was not the same guy and I really wanted him to leave but felt like I had to suck his dick and blow him so the stall would be free for the hot guy. I tapped the hole like the other guy’s dick, and he slide his now hard dick through the hole. It was not huge 7 inches, but fat and I licked and sucked on his dick for five minutes and then the guy shot his load in my mouth, and he quickly pulled out of the hole and pulled up his shorts and left. The door opened and another guy came in. This seemed like my guy, he said fag it looks like you have already swallowed at least one load today. You better suck my dick better then last time you dirty little fag. I cleared my throat and said I will do better, and I am ready. He unzipped and his dick half hard was slipped through the hole, and I began to suck him, and I could tell he liked it, he was moaning. He pulled out just like last time and slipped the poppers through and I hit them and handed them back and he slide his big dick back through and I sucked and licked and made love to his dick until he shot his load in my throat again. He made me clean him again and then he said, good fag. I sent the first guy in here that you sucked and there are two more guys needing head. You will service them and be a good cock sucking fag and be here on Thursday at the same time. Do you understand Fag? I said, yes, I understand. He then zipped up and a 20 second later the door opened and in walked a guy and he unzipped and unbuckled and slide his dick through. The guy had a fat 7 or 7 ½ in dick that he slides through. I sucked his dick and he shot quick. It only took four minutes for him to shoot a huge load on my tongue. The guy had said nothing up to this point, but he pulled his dick out and said swallow my fucking load. I did and he left and 30 seconds later another guy came in and as I peeked through the hole, he was tall and skinny and once he hung his skateboard on the stall wall, I knew he was a young guy. He fished out his big dick and slide it through the hole and the kid had a to have 10” as I sucked him hard it was a hot cut dick average thickness. I sucked him for awhile and then he told me it was his turn. I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole and he just jacked it and then told me to turn around. I was confused and then he said fucking turn around and show me your ass. I pulled out and turned around and showed him my ass and he reached through and said spread your checks and I did, and he spit on his finger and rubbed my hole with his index finger and then pulled me to the hole grabbing my right check. Once there he started licking my ass hole and I could not believe how amazing his tongue felt and then after a few minutes he slide his finger inside me, and bolts of excitement went through my body as he fingered me and then he slides in another. My dick was rock hard and moments later he slides his dick slowly into me as he said don’t fucking move. I knew I should not be letting him do this to me, but I was paralyzed in the pleasure and pain. He fucked me for ten minutes and then I heard hem moan and grunt and knew he was Cumming inside me. He left his dick in me and slowly pulled out and told me to turn around and clean him up. I sucked on his dick and cleaned the cum and ass off his dick and he told me what a good fag I was, and he would breed me soon. What the fuck I though, this should never happen again as I sat waiting for a cock sucker to swallow my load and it was not long before a young dude wondered in, and I was soon shoot my load down his throat. I shook my head as I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had become. I had swallowed three loads, sucked four dick and taken a load in my ass. I am not this guy. I knew I had to days to get right, and I promised myself I would.

A certain amount is in the eye of the beholder, as they say, but generally I think of myself as a completely identifiable gay man. I never troubled myself trying to pass, because I knew it wouldn't be convincing for one thing. Nothing is more obvious (or pathetic) than a guy trying to hide his non-masculine mannerisms; it sticks out a mile and not in a good way. I simply refused to hide, even when it was less than comfortable. My attitude was, "Well fuck that shit. You don't like me, guess what - it's a big world, you're free to go elsewhere and talk to other people. What I do is NOT. ABOUT. YOU." Of course, many couldn't deal with that, whatever I did was an affront to them, a provocation. They might have had an easier time if I'd gone all the way with it, meaning dressed especially femme, though even there I was/am "mainstream with that little twist" (bright colors, cowboy boots, etc. with business/business casual wear). With the guys I had sex with it could be painful. They loved fucking me, but didn't want to be seen with me in public. Sucks. More than one told me in no uncertain terms that I should butch it up, and that would be the death-knell for anything else ever happening between us. Sigh. I say: LET YOUR FLAG FLY, WHOEVER YOU ARE, HOWEVER YOU FIND IT COMFORTABLE TO BE. Let's create a world where all of us can be genuine and comfortable with that. And if anyone isn't comfortable - inevitable, I know - just you do you and let others do themselves. Okay? "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Henry David Thoreau

Yes, I agree with that... as soon as I started BB - I could not get Prep right away... I was always worried. Then later on Prep I stopped worrying and indeed didn't care if the guys were Poz undetectable or even with a HVL... I would have anybody fuck me with no questions asked and I would be the slut of the sauna... the more cum the merrier. Now I get fucked even without being on Prep and I love to get whored out, with multiple guys poz and neg, orgies, sex clubs, cruising, breeding... I love being a cumpig. Indeed I find the sex with Poz gays is far harder, more sleazy and far more pleasurable. I'm running out of Prep and it's hard for me to buy... so I guess I'll continue without. Whatever happens, happens. I'm already sex crazed.

They’re different. I prefer The Works because their rooms are better laid out and they have a more mixed, laid-back clientele, less pretty-boy posing. Club Indy does, however, have pool facilities that The Works lacks.

Whew! You're in Chicago, so it couldn't have been me! 😈 I have incredible powers of suction with my mouth. And I do this thing with my mouth when rimming where I suction the hole. Bottoms either love it or hate it. I've yet to find a bottom who was indifferent to it. Sounds like at least one person in Chicago has discovered that talent for themselves....

You've got to learn to take care of your hole if you want it to be able to withstand constant use. When I plan on bottoming frequently or for numerous people I make sure to lubricate my hole with Vaseline between uses to keep the skin soft and supple. Vaseline creates the effect of skin occlusion and allows the skin to remain most and supple and to repair itself faster than it would without the treatment. You can research skin occlusion. I've provided one link here: [think before following links] https://www.skincare.com/article/what-is-occlusive-skin-care-product-ingredient You will need more practice as well to allow you hole to adapt to more frequent use, but taking care of it in between makes the process much easier. I've gotten into the habit of applying Vaseline nightly on the days I don't have activity so that my hole remains ready for use when needed.

I’d better check your hole to make sure it’s alright.

Nr. 2, 9 or 19 are a favorite the curve/ bump undernes "especially nr. 19" just hit the right spot and if its a big thick dick the feeling it gives when the thick part slips in can send me into the heaven of anal orgasmes if its done the right hard way.

Chapter 4 She started piston fucking me and the pressure on my prostate was intensified. I could tell she was getting close and I suddenly remembered that I didn’t feel a condom on her tool that was now imbedded deep in my ass. She was no longer the gentle lover she was, not the primal instincts were taking over and she needed to get off. She was fucking me hard, I felt like a rag doll on the end of her cock. I wasn’t sure how big it was since this was my first time on the receiving end. I felt like a piece of steel was being used in my ass, I knew I would feel this for a while. I was about to ask abut a condom when she said “ Here it comes lover ‘. Her face looked really different. Like a demon that was getting what they needed. I felt her push as deep as she could and hen I felt something I would have never thought I could. A deep throbbing in my ass. I had been on the other end when I shot in a woman’s cunt or ass ad remembered how great it felt when I was able to nut extra had. I usually came a huge amount when I felt this and figured that now my fertile ass was getting a huge load of Cuma and as deep as she was, I knew it was being shot deep so that it would not cum out easily. After she was finished breeding her new bitch she just held still. Then she stared rocking inside me, I couldn’t believe that she was still hard, not as had before she shot but still enough that she was packing that load into the walls of my recently deflowered ass. She reached between us and grabbed my cock, until then had forgot about my need to nut. With the persistent pounding on my prostate, I seemed to have created a nice pool of precum on my stomach. She stared to slowly pump my cock, she was rocking and hitting my prostate at the same time. Her pace on my cock was slowly driving me crazy. She was intendedly just working me enough to make cuming close to impossible. At this point was rocking my hips trying to get more action anywhere I could so that I could release my load. I had inadvertently pulled my legs to my chest to try to get more in me. She wasn’t holding them there anymore, I was. She looked down at me and said “ You ready to cum, lover ? “ all I could say was “ Oh yes. Please help me “ . She stopped handling my cock and leaned down and gave me one of the hottest kisses I have ever felt. Her tongue was all over inside my mouth. She licked my ear and whispered “ I hope your ready for this “. She leaned back up and moved her cock in my ass and then pushed up in me again, this time she was directly hitting my prostate and then she stared slowly jacking my cock again. I was going really insane with the overload of pleasure. I felt that deep feeling of a strong climax and then it hit me like a hammer. My entire body went catatonic. I almost passed out from the intensity. She had her cock fully not my ass and was hitting my prostate as much as she could. My cum seemed to be flying everywhere. I can shoot hard but this was something else. I was hitting my chest and face and some of it went over my head. This was definitely a special climax, one for the books. She was moaning and saying “ Don’t stop baby. Give it all to me “. She kept milking my cock until I had to push her away. She scooped some of my cum up her finger and liked it off then bent over and kissed me again, I could tase my own cum in her mouth and tongue. She said that I came so hard in the ass that my ass almost sucked another load out of her. She said she had heard of that but never experienced it before. I was exhausted and just laid there. she got up and dressed and went into the bathroom and got a warm wash cloth and proceed to clean me up. Her gentle hand almost made me forget she had a hot cock between her legs, one which just loaded my ass for the first time. I reached around and slowly grabbed her ass. I wished I had the energy because I wanted to sink my meat into it. when she felt that she said “ Later baby “. I wasn’t sure what she meant but she was heading out the door. She said that she was going to meet up with her friends and would ask me if I wanted to go but I looked to relaxed and comfy. She was right. Strangely I was still horny, like a special light was just turned on inside me. I gathered my strength a little later and went in to take a shower. When I walked in front of the mirror I noticed lipstick on my neck and around my cock. I smiled thinking this part wasn’t so unusual, but the rest was very unusual. This was something that I might have to consider again in the future. I was sad that I never thought about getting Gail’s number or email. I came out of the bathroom and was thinking about see if I could get some ass tonight or in the morning when the door opened. Apparently, it wasn’t shut tight. In my haze I didn’t check it. In walked Gail. When I saw her I probably had a smile on my face. Behind her were for other women. One more beautiful than the other. Gail came over and kissed me and reached between my legs and grabbed my semi hard cock. She said “ See gurls, he is a hunk and I think he needs more loving “. The rest of the night was spent with every hole filled, at one time, I was spit-roasted. I have seen this in porn vids but never thought it could be so erotic. I fell asleep with Gail I my arms. Jn the morning was woken n my side with Gail sucking on my cock and one of the Gurls licking and sucking on my ass. It didn’t take long for e to cum again. I am not sure how many times I shot that night but I do remember a couple times while one of the Gurls with a very thick cock buggering my tender ass. It turns out that Gail doesn’t live to far away from where we were. She gave me her contact information. I told her I would be back in a couple months and would love to get together with her again. I had to fly out early that afternoon or we probably would probably have kept going. I still wanted to get in the bubble butt of hers. She said that she would like that. This trip turned out to be great from both a professional and especially a personal point of view. This was definitely, A Night To Remember The End

I've noticed a trend where guys insist on fucking standing up, and won't move even 6 inches from where the fuck was initiated. If you do decide to move even just enough that the bottom has something to lean up against or hang onto, move enough not to block traffic, or in a park move somewhere with decent cover to avoid potential arrest the fuck is over. If you happen to hookup with one of these kind of guys don't even suggest moving somewhere more comfortable like a bed, sling, fuck horse, or etc. they aren't going to do it. I have tried, and it is equally true of tops and bottoms. I would not have expected that it would be a problem in a piggy city like Chicago or among the kind pigs that would travel to IML.

Chapter 3 Go Big -- and Go Home “Whatever it is you’re working on there, you’ve been buried in it for hours. Take a break, already, and let’s go for a swim and have a drink.” Rich shook himself out of his concentrated memory trip to find Tommy dressed (or, more accurately, underdressed) for the pool and holding a cocktail shaker. “What’s in that?” he asked. Tommy gave him a salacious grin. “You have to ask what’s in here?” he asked, as he rubbed his bulge. “Oh, you meant in here,” and he waggled the cocktail shaker. “Extra dry Tanqueray martinis. The glasses are all set to go in the kitchen. Come on, already.” Rich closed the computer, made his way to the closet, and quickly stripped down, switching to a speedo. He then headed for the kitchen, where Tommy was just pouring the martinis. Tommy looked up at him. “Olive or twist?” “No, Tommy, I’m not rewriting Dickens for him.” Tommy made a face at him. “Why ask? You know I always like a twist of lemon.” “It’s just from the super-serious expression on your face, I thought you might need an olive instead, to match your mood.” “Well, to answer your question, the usual, please. And to answer your other question, I sat down and started writing the memoir we talked about this morning. I’m deep into the story of Carlo now, and it’s proving emotionally tough. Especially knowing he’s dead now.” “Then why do it?” “Tommy, it just feels like something I need to do. For me, principally, but for all the other people in my life as well. Family, friends, partners… I need to set my story down and now is the time. “Confessional time?” “Yeah, I guess so. But a pool break sounds like a marvellous idea.” Out the door they went, parked the martini glasses on the edge of the pool, and then slipped into the water down the stairs. The early evening, the setting sun, the cool water, the gentle warm breeze, the ice-cold martini, all worked wonders on Rich’s mood. Sitting on the underwater ledge, nuzzling Tommy’s cheek and neck in between gentle kisses helped, too, at restoring his natural Saturday evening buoyancy. Eventually, with the drinks gone and the sun about to disappear behind the island’s mountainous spine, he plunged under the water, and proceeded to swim a dozen or so laps, more for ironing out the kinks of a day spent hunched over his laptop than for any other reason. Three times a week, Rich and Tommy would head down to the public indoor pool in Portavedra for more serious swim workouts. On other days, in a more recreational mood, either or both of them might go to the public beach north of the city where Rich’s grandparents had lived when he was a boy. Both of them were long gone now, of course, and so was their home, replaced by a luxury boutique hotel. But the beach, like all beaches in Alcantara except the ones along the edges of the airport, remained open to the public at all daylight hours. With the sun gone, and the air getting chilly, they climbed out and towelled off, then headed inside where Tommy got to work on one of his killer dinners. Rich tried to help, but Tommy shooed him out of the kitchen, saying that this was Rich’s welcome-home dinner, and he was not allowed to do any of the work on it. Rich compromised by setting the table, putting out the wine glasses, and uncorking the wine. After a heavenly meal of seared tuna on homemade rice noodles with a Cajun spice and lime glaze, they settled back in the living room with coffee and talked for a while about what Tommy had been up to during Rich’s absence. Predictably, it was the usual round of faculty meetings, preparing and delivering lectures, chairing his two weekly seminar groups, meetings with students, and grading papers. When bedtime rolled around, both of them were content to just snuggle up to each other and sleep the night away. In the morning, after the normal swim and breakfast, Tommy asked, “So, what’s on the agenda today? Any surprise meetings with the premier or the president?” Logical as always, Rich pointed out, “Well, if I knew about them, they wouldn’t be surprises.” Then his face saddened. “Speaking of which, I’m going to have to keep on writing that memoir today. I’m coming up to the surprise that ended my relationship with Carlo, and I have to get it written and out of my system. Then I can relax for the rest of the day.” “I know what you’re like. When you have to do it, you have to do it now. Just promise me that if it gets too upsetting, you’ll knock off and come and find me. I’m going to spend my Sunday puttering around in the kitchen garden – the morning, anyway.” “I promise, Tommy – and thank you.” ******************** Over the next week, we made a number of trips with my car, gathering Carlo’s stuff up and getting him moved in with me. As we did, I saw exactly what he meant about his place, the small rooms, the incessant interruptions from his roommates and the three girls next door (one of his roommates had a thing with one of them). At last, the job was done, and we went out for dinner again to celebrate. As we were lying cuddled together in bed after that night’s round of hair-raising sex (Carlo had given me a fuck to remember), he sighed and said, wistfully, “God, I wish we could ditch the rubbers and fuck bare. Skin to skin, all natural. That’d be so awesome.” Practical me came right back at him. “Yeah, sounds great, but we’d need to stop playing with other guys and we’d need to get tested a few times before we could do it.” “Have you been playing with anyone else, Rick?” “Not for months. You use up so much of my energy, I’ve got none left for anyone else! You?” “About six weeks ago, not since. Do you want to do it?” I thought about it for a minute or two, taking my time. It was risky, sure, but if we did everything we could to minimize the risk, then why not? “Yes. Only one problem: I don’t have a doctor out here.” Pain in the neck. You still had to go through a doctor to get access to an HIV test. Some cities had walk-in clinics, but I didn’t know of one in Vancouver. “Let’s use mine.” “Okay, set it up. Let’s do it before school starts again, I’m going to be buried in work.” “You? Work??? I thought you just whistled and those straight As jumped right up into your lap!” “Ha ha. This is law school we’re talking about, that’s not going to be a pushover.” We had to wait a bit for an appointment, but two weeks later, we went together to see Carlo’s doctor. I was only mildly surprised when both Derek, the nurse, and Dr. Brennan himself turned out to be unquestionably gay. After all, Carlo was a couple of years older than me and far more deeply immersed in gay life than I had been when I met him. We had an amusing conversation, jokingly fending off Dr. Brennan’s laughing assertion that we both looked like we needed “a really, really thorough genital and anal examination.” A week later we went back and got the test results, and we were both negative. We waited three more months, then retested. Negative again. We’d told the doctor what we wanted to do, and his response was simple. “Be careful, be exclusive, and come back to get retested every three months. Have fun, boys.” That night, as we lay together in bed, we were both almost hesitant. We’d rushed to the bedroom as soon as we finished eating dinner and cleaning up, and we were both rock-hard before we even began undressing. Not only that but, for once, we undressed ourselves, quickly, as if we couldn’t wait to get to the main event – and we couldn’t. And then, there we were, lying still, looking at each other. It was weird. In a way, it felt just like the first time all over again, a feeling that this was a door in life which, once opened, could never be shut again. At last, Carlo spoke gently as he caressed my face. “Do you want to go first, or do you want me to do the honours?” “You’ve been leading the way all along. I’m glad to follow your lead again.” I lifted my legs, allowing Carlo to do his usual magical relaxation work on my ass. His tongue and fingers moved even more gently than ever, perhaps because he sensed that this was an expression of love. It had to be right; it had to be perfect. Was it just the moment, or was there really an extra degree of intention, of concentration, of communication between us as Carlo slowly probed me with his tongue and his fingers? Even now, so many years later, I can’t say for certain. The one thing I did know was that I loved him even more for doing this in such a special way. At last, it was time, and both of us were ready. With no hesitation and no rushing, Carlo slowly but firmly pushed his cock deeply, all the way inside my hole until his hips were resting against my butt. I could feel the difference. I could feel the warmth of his hard cock, gently rocking inside me. I could feel the sensation of his skin rubbing against mine, there in my hole, where that had never happened before. No one in my life had ever entered me with a raw cock. And no matter how many times it happened in the future, Carlo would always remain the first man who’d ever given me this extraordinary sensation. If it was incredible for me, I know it was no less for him, as I looked up to see his face wreathed in a beatific smile. “Oh, my God, Rick – I had no idea your ass would feel so smooth and silky and warm.” “Your cock feels so amazing inside me too. Naked, warm, skin to skin, it’s so natural.” Carlo laughed. “There’s an awful lot of people out there who don’t think what we’re doing is natural at all.” “To hell with them. Times are changing, and we’re going to be so accepted in another 30 years, like we’ve never been for centuries.” “I can’t wait.” “Neither can I, so pull your mind back to the present and show me what you can really do inside me with no obstacles.” And with that, he began. Slowly, firmly, he worked his cock in and out of my hole while both of us absorbed every detail of these wonderful new sensations. The heightened degree of feeling between our bodies, between our hearts and souls, made this a different kind of sex than I had ever experienced before. We were totally in touch, totally in tune, two bodies become one in our quest. Carlo grabbed me by the shoulders, then rolled onto his back, bringing me up on top. It felt no less amazing to ride him in this position, to be able to vary the angle a bit on every downstroke and truly feel his rigid cock stroking every part of my insides. It was too good to last. With both of us complete novices at bareback sex, we had yet to learn how quickly that direct personal contact could bring on an earth-shattering climax. But we were about to find out. Suddenly Carlo gasped aloud. “Ohmigod, Rick, you’re going to make me shoot!” I grabbed my tool and began frantically stroking, trying to finish with him, but he slapped my hand away. “No, don’t! I want you to give it to me once I finish myself off.” “Shoot it, Carlo! Let that load fly!” “Aren’t you going to pull off?” “Not on your life. You’re going to shoot it deep inside me and fill me up with your cum!” As soon as I said that, Carlo’s face screwed up tight, he let out a roar, and I felt his cock begin pulsating inside me. He was cumming, cumming, gushing out a torrent of his sperm deep into my hole – the first load I’d ever taken inside my body. He roared again, and his cock spasmed into a second round, and more, until finally he was shooting blanks. At last, I fell across his body, bringing my face to his, and we kissed passionately as our breathing slowly wound back down. His cock slowly slipped out of me, followed by another new sensation – the feeling of his wet load oozing out and trickling down over my taint, dropping back onto my balls and then down onto his cock and balls. That galvanized me into action. I reared up onto my knees and said, “Carlo, I’m going to fuck you, using your own cum as lube. Roll onto your face.” He did. I dived down into the crack, eating and slurping at his ass like I’d never done before. While I was doing that, I reached behind myself and scooped the sperm off my butt. I added some spit for good measure, and then I brought my palmful of cum to his ass crack, and spread it onto him, using my finger to push it into his now-wet hole. I then wiped the palm of my hand over my cock and aimed it right at the target. Carlo was absolutely quivering with anticipation as I placed the tip against his hole and began to lean. He wanted it, so badly; his hole opened up and all but sucked me into him. I kept going, slowly, until I was embedded all the way inside him and was lying right down on top of his muscular back. If it had felt wonderful having him bare inside me, I was beyond ecstatic at the thrill of being bare inside him, feeling his tight hole and warm insides surrounding me. “Carlo, I’m not going to last long, I’m just about ready to cum right now because it feels so amazing.” “Well, why wait? Go for it.” With that, I began pumping into him, driving my speed slowly up from first gear into highway overdrive. By the time I was really pounding him, my hips smacking against his firm round ass cheeks, I could feel my orgasm mounting and knew it was going to happen – soon. “Oh, fuck… Carlo… I’m going to shoot… your tight ass is sucking the cum right out of me…” “Do it, Rick… cream me… fill me up with your load… cum inside me!” That did it. I slammed furiously into him, deeper than I’d ever gotten, and let it fly. I counted eight or nine separate shots before I lost count, and still my dick was pulsating like a mad thing inside him. At last, the pulses stopped, my breathing began to slow down, and I lay at ease on top of him, kissing his neck and shoulders – until he turned his head, to let me kiss him properly. At last, he spoke. “Is it just me, or did that feel like we just lost our virginity all over again?” “You are so right, baby. God, I love you!” We rolled onto our sides and fell asleep like that, with my cock still semi-hard inside him. For the next month and a half, I was beyond happy. We swam in the sun, we went on long walks, bike rides, and lazed about in the parks. Both of us were working, but as I remember that summer, it seems that all we had was oceans of spare time. We had the most incredible sex nearly every night, and sometimes in the daytime too. With practice, we soon learned how to prevent ourselves from cumming too quickly, how to vary pace and angle and depth of our strokes to prolong the experience of fucking naked, skin to skin, and finally sharing our loads into each other’s bodies. We sucked, we fucked, we pumped innumerable loads of our seed with each other, and we loved every minute of it. This idyllic existence came to an abrupt halt when school began again. I’d never encountered anything like it in my life. It wasn’t just that I suddenly found myself having to work at school for the first time, bad as that was. First year at law stretched me so badly that I was scrambling, struggling to keep afloat. Since it was a new experience, I didn’t handle it well at all. In my usual thorough way, I tried to keep abreast of dotting every “i” and crossing every “t” in each of the cases we studied. I had never before been forced to master the skill of focusing right in on the key points, and I kept losing sight of the forest because I was trying to memorize every leaf on every tree. All this intense work was taking up more and more hours every day, and it was playing havoc with my social life, tying me to my desk or to a table in the library for longer and longer periods. Even my sacrosanct swimming workouts were becoming less and less frequent. In particular, the seductive siren call of law school was destroying my life with Carlo. Not that I saw it that way at the time, of course. Our sex life was slowly dwindling. I would walk home in a zombie daze late every night, flop into bed and pass out. Sex now happened almost exclusively on the weekends, and it was still wonderful when it happened – or so I felt – but it happened less and less often. Looking back after all these years, it’s easy to see now that our relationship was drifting onto the rocks and was going to crack up. It was the way it finally happened that ripped me apart. One Saturday afternoon in early February, we had Jackie and Tyler over for drinks. Jackie had been one of Carlo’s roommates in his hyper-active former apartment, and Tyler (his new boyfriend) had actually been in high school with me in Toronto for a year or so. They’d gotten back from a Grand Tour of Europe that fall and wanted to share it all with us. And that included a handful of magazines that Tyler tossed on the coffee table in front of me (while Carlo was mixing drinks in the kitchen), urging me to “see what life in Europe is like!” This was in the days when Canada Customs was still fiercely guarding the moral integrity of the nation by impounding and destroying vast amounts of pornography every year. Whatever did get through was usually pretty mild stuff. These mags were something else again. The third one, though, stopped me dead in my tracks. There was something familiar – chillingly familiar – about the body and dick of the cover model (the title of the mag covered his face). I froze. To his credit, Tyler quickly sensed that something was wrong. He began gathering up his magazines again, but I hung onto the one I was holding. I was, oddly enough, very proud of myself that neither my hands nor my voice were shaking. But I didn’t fool Tyler for a second. “No, Tyler, I’m finding this one very interesting.” I flipped through the pages, finding the cover shoot. It featured eight pages of promo stills for an upcoming film starring “the hot new sensation, Alfonso Torres!” The photos concealed nothing. Not the asses. Not the dicks. And not the clearly bare dick of “Alfonso” sliding into the cute little ass of the blond twink under him. Nor the equally bare dick of the big muscle stud pushing into his hole at the same time. It looked like one fucking hot fuck chain. Except, of course, that his real name wasn’t Alfonso. It was Carlo. My Carlo. Barebacking one guy, and getting barebacked by another guy, on camera, for the whole world to see. Then Jackie – dear, obtuse, stupid Jackie – said, “Wow, that must be hot if it grabbed Rick’s attention!” Before Tyler could stop him, he jumped up, came, and looked over my shoulder. And stared. And said, “Oh, fuuuuck.” Just like that. With his voice curving down towards the floor, the single epithet landing with a thud. Tyler stood up, grabbed Jackie, and steered him – none too gently, either – towards the door. He quickly struggled to invent an excuse about having just remembered another engagement or something. And just then, Carlo came back in with the tray. “What? You guys aren’t going? You just got here!” Tyler gave their excuses, leaving Carlo plainly baffled, but they said goodbye quickly, and went. “Rick, what the hell was that all about?” And then, looking at me more closely, “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” “It’s on the coffee table. Excellent quality photo work.” I couldn’t even look at him as he sat down, picked up the magazine, and flipped through it in a daze. In my head, I was busy lecturing myself. Don’t go all emotional. You’ll just demean yourself. Don’t play the victim, be the judge on the bench. Remember that line from “The Winslow Boy” – “Cold, clear logic, and buckets of it, should be the lawyer’s only equipment.” Just do what you have to do and get it over with as quickly and neatly as possible. Carlo spoke. “Rick, what do you want me to say?” “I want you to answer two questions for me. One: did you guys cum inside each other?” “Yes.” He was honest. I had to give him that. “And two: have there been any others?” “Yes.” I was silent. Then he flared out at me. “Rick, what the hell else would you expect? You’ve been damn near non-existent for the last six months, buried in your legal studies.” “I’d expect you to tell me. I’m not upset about you fooling around with other guys, that’s your business. If you want to play dice with your health, your life, by doing them bareback, that’s your business too. But here, you’re playing fast and loose with my health, with my life, and that’s where it becomes my business. That’s what you should have told me.” “I know. I should have. And I’m sorry.” “Carlo, you’ll need to start looking for another place. And start packing up your things. You can sleep here on the pullout until you’re ready to go.” “You can’t mean that, Rick! What we have is so amazing, so powerful… that love is worth fighting for, to bring it back to life.” “It’s about trust. I trusted you, and you trusted me, and now you’ve shattered that trust. I could forgive you some day, maybe, but could I ever trust you again? I doubt it. I’m going to bed – alone. And in the morning, I’m going to Doctor Brennan to get tested – alone.” I went into the bedroom, shut the door, and flopped onto the bed, crying silently. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him hear me weeping. Within a week, he’d found a new place and moved out. I couldn’t even bring myself to say goodbye. What I could do – and did, unflinchingly, for years – was to blame myself for being such a selfish, self-centred idiot. Carlo was right about one thing: what we’d had was amazing, it was powerful, and I’d thrown it all away with both hands, without even a second thought, to pursue my own personal ambition. His reaction was unforgivable, yes, but it was just that: a reaction, triggered by my withdrawal, by my inaction. I’d gotten exactly what I deserved. At least, the repeated testing showed that I was still negative. Some years later, I would discover that it was even worse than I’d thought. The film had been shot right there in Vancouver. The producer had wanted to use our apartment, but Carlo had at least had the common sense to veto that plan and they’d gone to a hotel instead. In any case, the film, first in a successful series, was only the last step. He’d been recruited by the producer when the producer had hired him for a hot night together, from an ad in a gay paper. He’d been escorting, fucking clients in our bed, probably bareback, while I was at school. “Have there been any others?” Oh, yes – more than likely, too many to count.

I should add that what really cheesed me about the mob fucking in front of my door wasn’t the fact that none of them were fucking me - it was the fact that the play space with the fuck bench on the other side of the partition from them was empty. The walls enclosing the space on two sides are glory holes, for fuck’s sake. The whole thing smacked of a lack of imagination.

I literally can't decide what to do now. I've been poz since 2006. Meditated most of the time. Went full blown from 2019-21. Now I'm borderline on meds, but every medication they give me causes insane side effects from immense weight gain to lactic acidosis, hepatic inflammation, and diabetes. So basically I am dying at the age of 37 and I get to choose what from? I will choose to go balls to the fucking wall burn up faster than the Challenger.

5/22/22 married and discreet - cheating husband I went for a long walk and messaged a married daddy with an 8” cock that needed some replied on sniffies. We met up in the bushes close by and had our share of poppers while kissing. Soon enough his cock was down my throat. And then in my ass. He fucked me like a rabbit and then bred me deep. I pulled his cock out and then cleaned him. It was so hot…

So, I wanted to know where dudes around here are finding action... If you know somewhere where dudes are finding action please list it below, along with any relevant details. I'm often out and about and I'm ALWAYS looking for some out in public action with dudes who like to take risks, try new things, who won't ask me to take out my 0g Prince Albert piercing when they want to suck my cock, and who understand that if someone isn't interested following them around because maybe they'll have a change of heart isn't a good strategy. Is that possible to find in the Vancouver Area? Looking forward to seeing where you boys are finding some action around here! -Cansmoker84 NOTE: please don't make this a thread where uber-desperate over-eager cumdumps beg and plead for me or others to come and rape, wreck, ruin, destroy, etc. their holes.... we know you're desperate and it's not very sexy... lets just keep this about when and where dudes are getting some cruising action in the Vancouver area, and leave it at that.

For the next six months I just kept scaring the shit out of myself. I knew I couldn't stop having sex with strangers, it was just too exhilarating. Two or three times I had repeat sessions with guys, but it just felt boring and wrong. Every time I approached a new stranger I promised myself I would have them suite up. By the time their cock approached my vulnerable hole it was always raw and I knew I needed the cum. They didn't all breed me but most did. I was easily taking ten strangers loads up my ass every week. And, I never had the fucking good sense to ask their status. I was loosing my mind I was so fuckin frightened. I couldn't believe I hadn't gotten sick and I hadn't gotten checked out, just too damn frightened. I knew the clerk at the bookstore must have been poz with his scorpion tattoo so I'd taken at least one poz load and seemingly dodged the bullet. I hadn't heard that guys could get it without getting the fuck flu. Then one night I got picked up by a group of three guys at the cruising woods. They had watched as four strangers bred my ass and knowing I was well lubricated wanted a more private party. They were all football player builds so I couldn't believe my good fortune. We loaded into a black double cab Ram pickup and drove for about an hour to a remote cottage. The guy in the back seat with me fished out his semi hard dick and I spent the ride servicing his thick 6 inch hardon. With each passing minute and each dizzying turn my fear grew. I'd definitely done some stupid things and had sex in risky places but I'd never been this reckless. They could be planning to kill me and dispose of my body. Noone would have had a clue where I had gone. The cottage was very rustic. One big room with a sling hanging in the middle. I was immediately stripped and lashed into the swing. The guy I'd been sucking pushed his ridged cock back in my mouth. One of his friends stood at my head on the other side and presented a beautiful eight inches for me to swivel my head and suck. I proceeded to alternate one to the other. Very soon hot lips were eating out my hole and a strong tongue began to royally fuck my ass. By now I was to busy and horny to remember any fear that might have existed earlier. After five minutes I groaned as the pleasure to my ass was removed. As if playing musical chairs each guy rotated positions and quickly my mouth and ass were kept busy. The new cock for my mouth was the biggest of the bunch. A good ten inches at full mast and easily beer bottle thick. I couldn't deep throat it but gave it my best try. When the lips came off my ass I expected another musical chairs maneuver, but cried out as the eight inches plunged deep into my guts. He pounded me for 15 or so strokes and then the rotation maneuver occurred. The last guy at my ass just plunged his raw cock in and fucked away at a rapid slapping pace. He kept it up for quite some time before suddenly pulling out declaring. "I don't want to cum yet." As I expected the quick rotation ensued and the huge ten inch naked monster drove into my ass. I gagged on the cock down my throat as it muffled my screams. Pulling off coughing and sputtering for the first time I let my attention drift from the proffered cocks at my mouth to inspect what was probing my ass. I got over the initial pain almost instantly I was so horn dogged to see that huge raw cock sliding back and forth in my body. Then my sight line drifted up below his belly button and I was flooded with terror like never before. Me; "What the fuck are you doing?!" Mr.10 inches (him); "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm fucking you, silly. " Me; "But your tattoo!?" Him; "What about it?" "Your not wearing a condom. " "Why would I wear a fuckin rubber? I never use those nasty things. " "But you could infect me." "Yeah, so what? So could anyone of those guys that bred you in the woods kid." "Fuck! So are you really toxic, not on meds?" "Yup" "Fuck" "That's what I'm doin. And for all your talk you ain't stoppin me." Not only was I not stopping him my cock just kept getting harder. Me "Just don't cum in me ... please." Him "I never pull out kid. And neither will they." "Fuckin shit, are they poz to?" "Of course they are. Who to hell do you think knocked them up? (Pointing) He had the fuck flu last week, and he's still got some fever. My monster's shreddin your ass for all three doses of venom. It's your lucky night kid. You can kiss your negative ass good bye." And then he really railed into me as the eight inch cock was jammed down my throat. "I'm gettin real close kid. Beg for it. " "NO Don't ... don't cum ..." I was blasting my load hands free and my ass brought him over the edge. "Argh .... fuuuuuuccck..." "NO, PLEASE NO" "To fuckin late kid." He was still convulsing while pressed deep inside. "Which one of you gets him next?" "NO, FUCK NO! I don't want their fuck flu. " He'd pulled out of me and presented his blood, poz cum and ass juice covered stick for me to clean. I didn't hesitate amazing myself with how deeply I was able to inhale the ten inches. Before I was finished my cleaning job the smallest knob was fucking my ass. When I had my mouth back I couldn't stop myself groaning with each piston fuck. I couldn't hide my pleasure. Him "You're a great cum dump kid. I knew you wouldn't stop with mine. " "Fuck no ... ooh.... that feels so good ... but no... oh yeah .... no, don't breed me " Him "Breed him man, he wants your poison load, don't listen to him. " Me "Oh yeah .... fuck me .... but don't... don't ... ooh fuck... your filling me now aren't you? Oh fuck, I can feel you painting my guts. Fuuuuuuccck that feels so fuckin good!" As I was cleaning this fresh cock the last guy stepped up and aimed for my hole, "What do you say kid?" Me "This is fuckin crazy. No way man. I want it, but this is fuckin crazy. " He stuck the head of his eight inches into me. Me "Fuck no man. Shit it's not fair. Your raw cock feels so fuckin good. ... oh yeah ...but no..." He pulled it completely out and I felt so empty. Me "What the fuck man? What are you doing?" 8"'s "You said no." Me "Yeah, and I meant it. But you gotta give me more than just the tip. " "Balls deep?" "Yeah, balls deep. Then you can pull oouuutttt ... Oh fuck ... that feels so good " He'd taken me literally and entered in one swift movement. "Fuck me man. I need another raw pounding .... oooo fuucckk ... yeah ... like that .... your hittin my prostate just right ... don't stop. " The other two "Breed him .Fill him with your toxic dose!" 8"s " Ugh ... I'm close kid, tell me what you want ... fast " "Cum in my ass! Shoot inside me. Oh yeah .... knock me up, poz my hole." And again it was happening as I spoke. By the time I finished cleaning this cock the ten inch was hard again and teasing my swollen sloppy hole. Me "I've got three in me what's one more, give it to me." Well it wasn't just one more, by morning there must have been 9 toxic loads dripping down my balls. I slept on the entire drive back to the city. They dumped me at the woods and drove away laughing and shouting "Enjoy the fuck flu. " My terror returned and that was the cold sweat I awakened to for the next month. The cement truck of the fuck flu fevers never settled into me. And I was way too frightened to go to any clinic. With such a fright you'd think I'd avoid sex or at least not bb with strangers. But oh no, after a full days rest I was back out there getting my ten load quota every week. And fuckin and breedin the odd ass along the way.

Breeding Party!

Thomas who lived in Pembroke Pines, Florida had just turned 18 in the middle of his high school year, and spring break had arrived. Thomas while being 18, looked young for his age. He was only 5’3” tall, 110 pounds, with brown hair and green eyes. He was also a virgin. Thomas knew that he was gay from a young age and jerked off to gay porn almost every night. He was especially turned on by black cock and poz porn. With a week off from school and no real plans, Thomas decided he was going to use his time off from school to lose his virginity to a black man and hopefully a poz black man. Thomas drew up a plan that he was going to tell his parents that he was going to spend spring break at a friends house, to cover for the fact that he was hoping to spend the week at a tops house where he could be fucked all week long. That Friday which marked the beginning of spring break Thomas enacted his grand plan. He told his parents he would be spending the week at a friends place, which they believed. He then posted an add on Craigslist with his stats with some cute pictures of himself and with the stipulation that the top must host him all week, but that they would be the lucky ones to pop his cherry, he also stated that he wanted only black poz men to respond. About 30 minutes after making the post Thomas got one reply, it was from a black man named Dennis. He told Thomas he was 65, 6’3” tall, 240 pounds with a 10” cock and was poz, but was unmedicated as his insurance would not cover the full cost of the medicine he needed and he couldn’t afford the portion that would. Kr be covered, meaning that Thomas would become poz himself if they were to fuck as Dennis’s only ever fucked bareback and never pulled out. After reading this Thomas became excited he quickly responded asking for Dennis’s address. Dennis provided his address which was in Hollywood, Florida. Thomas said bye to his parents packed a small suitcase and left to lose his virginity. Within 30 minutes Thomas was at Dennis’s address which was a small duplex. It was a 2 story building with four separate apartments, Dennis was in suite number 4 which was upstairs on the right. Thomas parked the car and walked up the stairs to his destiny with only a t shirt basketball shorts and sandals on. When he reached the door Thomas gave a quick knock and within seconds Dennis answered the door with a wife beater and shorts on. Dennis was everything he said he was and Thomas could see his cock bulging through his shorts. Dennis welcomed Thomas in and led him to the bedroom which had gay porn playing. Dennis then closed the bedroom door and told Thomas to undress. Thomas did as he was told. Dennis marveled at Thomas who was a cute petite white boy. Shaven all over with the only hair being on his head. Dennis became hard almost immediately by just looking at Thomas, as Dennis had blown a load in 3 days and his flaccid cock was not erect to it’s almost full length. Dennis’s then told Thomas to lay on the bed and to have his ass on the side edge of the bed. He then took some lube and poppers out of his night stand and lubed up Thomas’s hole, he then told Thomas to take a few deep breathes of the poppers through his nose. Thomas did and became horny and lucid. Dennis asked Thomas if he was ready to lose his virginity and be coke poz. Thomas who could barley see straight just stared at Dennis and smirked. Dennis took this as a yes and placed his hands on Thomas’s hips lined up his cock to Thomas’s hole and rammed it in as far as it could go. Thomas yelped in pain, as 8” of Dennis’s 10” cock entered him. Dennis then pulled all the way out and rammed his cock in again this time his whole cock was able to enter Thomas and his big black balls slapped against Thomas. Thomas eyes watered up and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. Dennis kept pulling all the way out and slamming back into Thomas, until he could feel Thomas’s ass stop pulsating around his cock, and given in as well as see Thomas eyes to roll back, and hear moans cone from Thomas’s mouth. After about 20 deep strokes he knew Thomas was broken in and Dennis went to town. The sound of black balls slapping against white skin and moaning from Thomas filled the room. Dennis fucked Thomas for a full hour. Thomas’s begged Dennis to cum inside him. Dennis was close and looked into Thomas’s eyes and asked him if he was sure as Dennis was super potent and that Thomas would become poz. Thomas yelled back I don’t care breed me make me yours. With thay, Dennis gave out a loud moan and filler Thomas up with cum, Thomas could feel Dennis’s cock puksate inside him and could feel his insides get warm with Dennis’s cum. Dennis then fell onto Thomas and they kissed. Thomas and Dennis ducked 3 more times that night. By the time Thomas left Dennis’s apartment the two had fucked over 50 times. Thomas’s was was rose budding from becoming so lose, as well as Dennis had one of his friends come over and give Thomas get a Jack of spades tattoo on his right ass cheek and right ankle. Thomas was succeeded in hiding the tattoos from his parents. Though about a month after spring break Thomas got really sick. Thomas messaged Dennis that he think he might have successful in converting him. Thomas took a hiv test later that week and it came back positive. Dennis had indeed been successful. Thomas’s parents were in shock that after high school graduate their precious white son was not only poz, but was moving out to live with a 63 year old black man. Within a month of moving in with Dennis Thomas had gotten every sexual transmitted disease under the book as Dennis has his friends fucking Thomas. Thomas went from only having sex with one guy to over 80. He also went from having a tight ass to have his prolapse coming out of him if he pushed from all the fisting and big black cocks he was taking. Thomas went from a virgin to a complete slut in a matter of months and he couldn’t have been happier.

If can choose I would prefer one cock in my mouth and another up my ass.

To be honest, I usually feel like I am done this guy and time to move on.

I think because it don't matter any more. they already pozzed so there is no any boundary any longer to hold back. i think for prep users the same applies, at least for me. when started with prep my sex drive was instantly changed. getting all loads as much as i can included high viral poz loads. wich i never would taken without prep. don't care about STDs as well. the only thing that matters is to score loads every single day again