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Not my story, I borrowed it from Reddit and Pozzed it up I read this while sitting on the toilet with my girlfriend still sleeping mere feet away from me. I got so hard. I jerked off and came all over myself. I just knew I had to "poz" it up and share it with my friends here on BZ It seems that there’s a different kind of intimacy and surrendering that goes into helping a straight guy explore his sexuality. Lots of the time, it goes like this: The first time we meet, it’s at a coffee shop or the mall. We take the time to dismiss the nerves and we’ll become more relaxed and comfortable. I’ll ask them about themselves, what they want out of life, their favorite things, that kind of stuff. I’ll always be genuine, I’ll always care, and I’ll try to be as kind as I can be. Then we go back to his place or mine, and I teach him how to clean himself. We’ll shower together and lather each other up. We might kiss, might not; regardless, I will lovingly wash his body and clean his hair. We’ll go over to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, and I’ll hold him. Usually the nerves come back and he’ll apologize for something, like being nervous or having a messy room… I’ll always tell him that it’s okay, there’s nothing he needs to worry about. I’ll usually try to hold him to my chest for a while, hoping that the sound of my beating heart soothes him. I’ll tell him that, “it’s just you and me, take as long as you need.” Eventually, he’ll tell me he’s ready… I’ll tell him to lay on his back, always admiring the body I’m about to make love to, then we’ll lift his legs into the air. “Ready?” I’ll ask… more often than not, his breathing will slow down, and he’ll gently nod ‘yes’ or tell me “yes”, meekly. I’ll open up a condom and roll it on, reminding him that, “if they change their mind about the condom to just let me know.” I’ll place my erection on their taint, and use my cock to massage a bit of lube across their hole. They might blush, moan, or get goosebumps; either way, I’m flattered. I’ll massage my lubed fingers into their hole to get some lube inside them, then I’ll guide my glans to their anus. I’ll look at them and begin to press the tip in. They’ll usually moan, gasp, hold their breath, or even scream. I’ll bury my hands and forearms under them, caressing their back and head, using my thumb to gently stroke their hair. “You have to push on me, [name], you have to try and push me out.” and that when it happens… his cherry pops. It feels like I’m breaking the seal, to an otherwise airtight hole, splitting and stretching him open to accommodate my exploring penis: feeling it constrict around my manhood. He might writhe in both pain and pleasure. He might scream. He might rapidly increase his breathing. He might even cry just a little bit… but he’ll almost always grab ahold of me, whether it be my arms, shoulders, or back. I’ll always hold him tighter, I might kiss him, I might lick or taste him, I might lock eyes with him… anyway, I love watching him surrender to me. Not even being halfway in, this is usually the part where he’ll tell me to take off the condom and impregnate him, cum in him, or (my favorite) breed him, but I know what I will be doing to him. I don’t know what it is about the actual penetration, but he always seems to change his mind about the condom after he’s been penetrated. I’ll take off the condom and explore him again. I’ll listen to him moan and surrender once more. I’ll feel his insides airlock around my cock and grip the tip as I slide in and out just a bit faster, relaxing as I thrust. I’ll ask him if he wants my cum, assuming he isn’t already begging me for it, I’ll tell him that my cum is all his. I’ll make him promise that he’ll take good care of my cum. Swear by this, and it’s all his. He swears, they always swear. I’ll massage his shaft and glans with my dominant hand, I’ll hold his head with my other. I’ll lock eyes with my new Baby Boy and do everything in my power to make his legs shake. I want him to be addickted to me, just for the moments that the world around us has fallen away, just for the moments I feel his hole throb, just for the moments that I’m inside him. “It’s all yours,” I tell him. I’ll begin to pump him full of my poz seed, forever marking him with my DNA. I’ll keep my cock inside him as I massage the cum from his penis. He’ll ejaculate some time after… and I’ll lick him clean. There’s no way I’m leaving Baby Boy dirty after we worked so hard to clean him. Once the high begins to dissipate, I’ll ask if he wants me to stay inside him or take it out. I tell him that I can usually go for a second, or even a third, round. After they nut, I honestly hope they begin to fall asleep because I love cuddling them: even better, I love it when they can’t sleep and ask me for round two.

Chapter 13: Poz Me! We spent the remainder of the afternoon cuddling in bed, and sobering up. We fell asleep in each other's arms feeling much better. Although Marc's cock was hard, and against my ass as we awoke, we didn't fuck. He suggested we go grab some wings for dinner. Once again the restaurant was pretty bare, but we grabbed a table away from others so we could talk if Marc wanted to. I had decided not to start any conversations and let Marc be the one to start them. He started off with a doozy asking if i would breed him tonight. I reminded him that my seed was potent, and I wasn't there to infect him. I hated lying to him, as my ultimate goal was for him to be my first conversion. I knew i would ultimately get him to agree to it, but never thought he would be willing so soon. Marc told me that since he knew his roomie was leaving, he saw a doctor and just started Prep. He said it had only been like a week, so not effective yet, but his doctor had told him about PEP. He then said that in fact he had used PEP before and still had some. He then shyly said that his doctor was not only gay, but poz and he had the most amazing anal exam from him. I was shocked and said I thought he had never taken a raw load up his ass, and he wanted me to be the first. He apologized saying that he was in his sexual awakening, and that i was right, once you go bare, you don't go back. I told Marc I had no hard feelings, and that I too had sex with my doctor, and although I had been fucked on various types of fuck benches and in slings, there's nothing quite like being fucked on an exam table with your legs in the stirrups! Marc looked around to see if it was safe, and planted a big kiss on me. By now we were both hard, and Marc said he wished he could bend over the table and get fucked right now. I suggested we head to the bathroom and relieve our tensions. Marc said he was afraid to fuck in a stall, but he'd love to be a urinal for me. What a pig he had become! I figured we'd go into a stall and I'd feed him my piss, but Marc grabbed me by the hand, and kneeled in front of a urinal instead. We quickly finished our dinner. Both of our cocks were rock hard the entire time knowing shortly I would be seeding Marc with my toxic seed. We were seated next to each other as Marc started rubbing my cock, and told me how much he wanted my seed in him. I told Marc I felt the same, but conversion is not always that easy. He said he wanted me to keep breeding him until I gifted him.

First, you are being overly worried about STI's. Every sport has its hazards, STI's are the hazards of sport fucking. Get tested frequently and treated if you test positive for one and you'll be fine. I have over 400 sex partners a year and always wind up getting a couple infections a year. If you're planning to bottom, getting on PrEP to prevent HIV is a good idea as well, though HIV is less of a risk for the top than us sloppy pig bottoms. As for sex addiction. This is a made up unscientific concept that is built on the baseless religious ideas of virginity, abstinence and sexual monogamy. Their reasoning goes something like this: "You can't be sexually monogamous? You must not be able to be satisfied and thus have an addiction that needs treating." Just because you are sexually prolific--be it masturbation, toy play, hook ups, etc--does not make you an addict. On the level playing field anything can be an addiction, from alcohol to amazon prime shopping. but the clinical definition of addition only kicks in when whatever you are doing interferes with or damages the rest of your life, like your job, your friendships and so forth. If you are still holding down a job, have friends and a relationship and paying you bills, you are fine. And you can have all the sex and a relationship too. I am very lucky to have a husband who plays a lot himself, but he encourages my much stronger promiscuous appetites and even does camera work on some of my porn shoots. IN the end, see the unscientific religious dogma for what it is in all its guilt and shame that it has beat into people practically from birth, and give yourself permission to be the Lust filled pig males are at our core. It's part of or DNA programming. Indulge and enjoy!

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 2 - Eric's Insemination A positive men's Thursday club was organized at John and Michael's home. John had agreed with Eric that he would send the message when everyone else had arrived and Eric could come. John met Eric at the door and took him by the hand and led him into the living room. In addition to John and Michael, there were 6 unknown men in the living room. Very quickly Eric realized that John and Michael were clearly the youngest of the couple. The other men were clearly older than 35-year-old John and Michael, and one couple was the oldest. Maybe even 70 years old. John introduced men to Eric and Eric to men. Eric noticed how the men visibly rubbed the bulge in their pants during the presentation. - Now that we are familiar, we can also make a closer acquaintance. Eric, how about you undress in front of us so we can all see your young body, said Michael. Eric undressed himself, first socks, shirt, pants. The men sitting around nodded and commented approvingly. Eric felt shy and hesitated to remove his underwear. John tossed Eric the white jockstraps and said that Eric could wear them if being completely naked made him shy. Eric grabbed the jockstraps and rushed into John and Michael's bedroom to change his underwear. Soon Eric came back into the living room wearing the jockstraps John had thrown. The men stared lustfully at the young meat. - Eric, you could get to know each member of the club better now, urged John. Eric went to the first man and held out his hand. The man grabbed Eric's hand and guided it directly to his own bulge. "Open it," the man growled. Eric got down on his knees in front of the man and began to unbutton and unzip. Soon the man's hard, thick and sweaty cock was standing hard in front of Eric. The man guided Eric's head with his hand towards the cock and between Eric's open lips. "Oh my god, the young lad's mouth feels so good," said the man. Taking turns, Eric ceremoniously opened the front of each man's pants, getting to know each of the eight cocks. Eight different types of cocks: thick, long, curvy, cut, fat, uncut, pierced... The men were now all undressed and Eric could only see cocks standing hard around him. And dangerous looking tattoos. Michael got up from the ottoman he had been sitting on and pushed it into the middle of the room. Come on, negative boy, get on all fours on that ottoman and show us your lovable ass. Shyly, Eric settled on the ottoman pushed in the middle of the room for the men to worship. John waved two used condoms in his hand and said that he had picked them up in the morning at a nearby cruise park. John sucked the fluids out of the condoms with a syringe and squirted the unknown men's loads into Eric's pink hole. Who wants to start, asked John. In the blink of an eye, William, the oldest member of the club, rushed behind Eric and said "me"! The sight of a young innocent and unprotected ass had made 75 year old William's balls boil. He wanted to empty his first load inside so it wouldn't go to waste. William worked his swollen cock straight into the balls deep. Eric moaned in pain as a horny William began pounding Eric's young ass. Within minutes, Eric could feel William's cock throbbing inside Eric and squirting fresh sperm into Eric's ass. When William had calmed down for a while, Michael handed William a permanent marker, with which William drew the first line on Eric's buttock. A new cock was inserted into Eric as William moved to Eric's front and inserted his cock into Eric's mouth to be cleaned. For the next few hours, Eric's ass was hammered non-stop, mouth cleaning one spermy cock after another. In the end, there were 17 lines on Eric's butt, which meant that Eric had received 17 hot loads up his ass. Eric had gotten more cock up his ass in a few hours than he had in his entire life combined. Eric was lying on his back on the ottoman and Michael was holding Eric's legs on either side of Eric's head. The hole was wide open and sperm was pouring out. William's mate James licked and sucked Eric's hole and collected the sperm flowing from the hole in his mouth. Finally, James snowballed cum into Eric's mouth. You are such a lovely innocent cumdump, James complimented Eric. You need to tell us right now if you catch it the first time, James continued.

Chapter 12 After school Jake makes his way home. As he drives home he thinks of how proud his dad will be of him having collected so many loads throughout the day. He arrives home, thinking his father is not there. He prepares to present himself to him. As he enters the living room his father is seated calmly in a chair. “Hello son, I’ve been waiting for you”, Jason says. “Dad! I didn’t expect you to be home so early.” Jake states somewhat startled. “I know”, he says with a half smile and then instructs Jake to follow him as he heads to the bedroom. Jake follows his father. When they arrive at his father bedroom, Jake is surprise to see others there. On the bed is an unknown young man with an athletes build naked except for a blindfold over his eyes and a jockstrap. He is laying on his back. On the floor are military fatigues, leading Jake to believe he’s from the near by military base. Tyler is also there tying the strangers wrists to bedposts. Jake’s dick begins to stir as his dad comes up behind him and whispers in his ear, “Tyler found this soldier on Grindr. He’s seems like a hungry little slut. We are going to have you fuck him. You have to learn to spread your seed once you covert”. Jake’s mind grows excited and curious. He’s only bottomed up until this point but has been curious about topping and goes wild at the thought of spreading his toxic seed once he converts. His father begins kissing his neck from behind as he undressed his son. They make their way slowly to the bed. At the edge of the bed Tyler kneels down, pulls down Jake's pants and releases Jake’s budging dick from his jockstrap and begins sucking it, getting it nice and wet. His father tweaks his sons erect nipples. Jake is in ecstasy. Within minutes Jake’s large dick is rock hard. Tyler pulls off Jake’s dick and turns his attention to the soldier on the bed, kissing and licking him all over his muscular chest and abs. The solider moans and his skins becomes covers in goose bumps. “Eat out his hole!” Jason instructs Jake. Jake pulls the strangers legs backs apart exposing the young man’s hairy hole. Jake bends down and inhales the musky smell of sweat and cum. Jake doesn’t believe that the stranger has been fucked by his father or Tyler yet so is excited to find the strangers cummy hole and licks the man’s crack, Lightly at first but then spreading it wide open, letting the cum leak out and then digging in and feasting on the strangers hairy man ass. Intoxicated, Jake’s cock grows harder and harder. His large member aches as if all the blood has concentrated itself on his dick. His cock now oozing a constant flow of precum Unable to control himself he gets up, lines his dick up with the young stranger’s hairy hole and pushes in. “Fuuuuccckkkk!” Jake yells out at he feels the ecstasy of his first man cunt wrapping around his massive dick. Jakes muscles tense up as he enters accentuating his athletic frame. “That’s my boy!” “Yeah! Fuck his hole!” Tyler and Jason both cheer him on. “Mmmmmmm”, the slutty solider moans accepting Jake’s cock in his well used hole Jake fucks him deeper and deeper until his bottoms out in the soldiers hole. He then starts fucking him with long deeps strokes, savoring the sight of his huge cock flowing in and out of the strangers cummy hole. Tyler positions his head by Jake’s dick as he’s fucking and says, “let me taste the that cummy solider hole on that dick stud.” Jake then pulls out and goes back and forth letting Tyler suck his cock and then fucking the stranger. Jake’s father helps build up his son’s massive load by tweaking his nipples As Jake’s balls fill to capacity, he focuses on the soldier muscle ass and begins fucking him faster and faster. Realizing Jake can only last so much longer Tyler and Jake begin encouraging him. “Time to breed his hole son!” “Seed that man cunt!” Jake sweating profusely, can hold back no longer, “FUUUUUCCCKKK! I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!” Every muscles in his body tenses as he begins to flood the young strangers hole with his seed. The soldier winces in pain and pleasure as Jake slams ropes of cum in his hole over and over again. In disbelief Jake pulls out his steel hard cock to find that his cock is still shooting cum after 15 solid seconds. He slams is back in, nearly knocking the wind out of the solider and shouts, “I’M STILL CUMMING! FUCK! I’M STILL FUCKING CUMMING IN THIS SLUT’S HOLE!”. Jake completely drains his balls and collapses on the still blindfolded soldier. Sweat dripping from his body and breathing like his has just completed a marathon. Tyler and Jason stoke their cocks so turned on by what they have just witnessed. Jake takes a second to come down off his orgasm. He looks down at the base of his dick buried ball deep. The stranger’s hole is completely flooded, cum oozing out everywhere. He slowly pulls out his still hard cock and cum continues to drip from his dick and the soldier’s hole. He relaxes on the bed a minute and continues to catch his breath. “That’s my boy!” Jason exclaims grabbing his son’s shoulder tightly and maneuvering himself between the soldiers legs. “Now it’s time for things to get REAL!” Jason states with is tone becoming more serious, “You’ve had my son’s dick now it time you get daddy’s dick”. With that Jason jabs three fingers in the soldiers hole gently scratching at his insides with his fingernails causing the solider to wince. “Fuck son, you got his cunt nice and sloppy for me didn’t you? I’m not gonna last long …” Jason pauses and insert the full length of his monster cock inside the wet hole and then continues “…. Before i shoot my POZ load!” “Wait! What!” Are the first words uttered by the stranger and he begins to struggle. “Hold his fag down and shut him up!”, he instructs Tyler as he slams his dick ball deep into his wretched hole. Tyler does as he’s told but The soldier continues to struggle. “Put up a fight” Jason begins “only makes me harder you cunt!”. With that Jason spits On the soldiers face. Jason’s dick grows harder and harder as continues to fuck the strangers at a furious pace. The idea of fucking in his son’s cum sends him in into a frenzy. He grabs the soldier by the neck and brutally pounds his hole. Jake’s dad holds on as long as he can but before long his balls start churning. “I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot my toxic seed in your cunt whore!” Jason yells before pounding his poz seed in the strangers guts. The soldiers muscles tense as he is choked and flooded with cum. As Jason releases his grip the solider gasps for air. Jason pulls out and gestures for Tyler to get inside the soldier’s sloppy hole. Tyler quickly inserts himself. As he does that he goes down and kisses the soldier on the mouth and begin to take off the blindfold. The muscular soldier sees for the first time the hairy muscle god fucking him deep and sees the hot father and son pair that have just fucked him, their cocks still glistening with cum. So turned on by the sight of these gorgeous men fucking him he wraps his legs tight around Tyler. “You ready for your second poz load?” Tyler asks. The soldier nods with a dirty grin. The soldier’s cock inflates in his jock as he’s fucked. Since he’s still tied up, Jake decides to help him out and slip the soldiers cock out the side of the jock, spits on his hand and starts stoking him. His dick already slick with pre cum , the soldier is completely erect in no time, exhibiting his 8 inch cock in all its glory. He moans like a whore as he’s fucked and stoked, his balls working up a massive load. The soldier quivers and uncontrollably utters, “ fuck! I’m gonna shoot with your poz cock deep inside me ” “Fuck yeah! Show me what a faggot you are!” Tyler exclaims as he pounds it home. With that the soldier begins shooting jets of cum all over his face and body. This sends Tyler over the edge and unleashes his venom in deep the strangers bowels. After Tyler and the soldier come down off their orgasm, they untie the soldier and they collapse on the bed make outing with each other still dazed from the hot fuck session.

Got messaged by this skinny kinda trashy pale redheaded dude in his late 20s this morning seeing if I wanted to hook up. I love trashy guys like him and wanted to be chill and not tip my hand at how into him I am. He was pushing really hard for me to host, but I made it clear I couldn't but was cool for car play. He wasn't and finally asked me if doing it in a garage was OK. I asked for details and he admitted he had a partner but didn't feel comfortable having me in the house to fuck, but they have a separate garage and an alley door where I could come in and we could do it in there. It wasn't air conditioned and honestly, with the heat and humidity it sounded like fucking hell. He wanted to give and receive raw and against my better judgement I said, what the fuck. I had to wait until after his BF went to work and did as told, parking my truck on the street and wandering down the alley to the garage that was marked as he described. He was already in there waiting for me and we both stripped down and started kissing. He was exactly as described and he admitted he was so worked up that he wanted to fuck me first then have me fuck him. I was jerking him pretty hard and he had to keep telling me to slow my roll as he was getting close to cumming. Eventually he told me to bend over the hood of a car parked in there. I could feel lube hitting my ass and soon his cock head forcing his way in me, slowly at first, then more aggressively. He'd barely been stroking in me long before he let out a loud groan and I could feel him explode inside my ass. He was apologizing profusely, saying he didn't do this often and got too excited, but I noticed he was still stroking inside me. I said it was OK and he reassured me he had more and kept stroking. I was now more verbal, saying how hot his dick felt in me, how bad I wanted his cum and begging him not to pull out of me. He seemed to really enjoy that and went with it, telling me to beg for his load. I fed into that and soon enough he pumped another load balls deep in me, collapsing on top of me panting. I laughed saying I guessed he needed it and he said what he really needed was for me to fuck him the same way. He slid out of me and bent over the hood and I did a spit and stick as he didn't offer me lube. He let out a massively loud groan and started eagerly telling me to fuck him hard. He was telling me how bad he wanted it, how good my cock felt and not to pull out, telling me to use him. I started calling him a slut and a whore and he was agreeing, telling me he was a cheating whore. I love nothing more than hearing guys are cheating on their BFs, GFs, wives, husbands, or whatever and I went with it, telling him that he probably got bred by lots of guys. He said he did and I said how hot it was that he let random guys breed his ass. He admitted he did and how bad he wanted my load and I pumped it balls deep inside him without stopping my strokes. He begged me not to pull out and said how bad he wanted my seed. I said there was more where that came from and kept stroking. I was wondering how much was true and how much was just talk, but if I was here breeding him raw in a garage and totally random I could only guess he's taken more than a few loads this way. That he hadn't asked my status told me this guy was a pig and just wanted to breed and get bred and so I pumped a second load in him calling him a slut and a whore which he loudly agreed he was. It was my turn to collapse on him and mark him with my sweat as well, licking the sweat off his body and telling him how hot he was. I slid out of him and he dropped to his knees to suck me clean, showing me what a pig he truly is. Once he was satisfied he stood up and again we were kissing deeply and intensely. He thanked me for being understanding about having to do it out in the garage and I admitted it kind of made it hotter and he agreed. I could tell he'd done it before and was tempted to ask, but thought the better of it. I told the truth and said the garage setting made it hotter and he admitted to doing it before in the garage and liked having random guys fucking him that way. And I had my answer. He was a dirty slutty cum pig who liked getting rawdogged by random guys like me. We swapped numbers and he asked if I could come by to fuck in the garage late nights as sometimes he did that too. I said that was cool and was kind of hard again knowing he was slipping out of his home and his BF and letting random dudes breed him raw in the garage. We kissed some more and I got him hard again and he joked I should stop before I got him hard again. I told him to text me again and hoped he would.

I had today off so decided to take as many anon loads as I could find starting at around 3 this afternoon. I'm definitely a no loads refused anon cumdumpster type, so headed to Sniffies and BBRT to find whatever I could find. Never saw any of them. My setup is right inside my front door, towel on the ground, hand towel beside that with lube and poppers on it. I ask the guys to give me a five minute warning as their approaching and then get on the towel, face down, ass up and put my blind fold on. The guys walk in, find me there in the mostly dark hallway, and either completely take off their pants/clothes or just unzip their pants/shorts enough to fuck me. Some spit and shove, others use a bit of love. Some of them notice that I've already got loads in there so just shove in dry. Today, in 6 hours, I took 11 anon loads at home. Never saw a single guy, only saw a few pictures of the dicks online before they were breeding me. Like I said, no loads refused so as long as they were willing to show up, I took their load. Just by feeling I could tell I had some olders and younger dudes, some fit dudes, some unift dudes. Fucking loved every one. I've done this a few times now (though not 11 loads, more like 4-6) and I've figured out how to time it between guys if you happen to have two that want to come at the same time. It takes a max of 10 minutes for dudes to show up, get their dicks out, and shoot their loads and often times it's under 5 minutes. I fucking love it when dudes barely pull down their pants and dump their load super fast - makes me feel like more of a cumdump, Great day

John and Michael, William and James, Robert and David, Joseph and Christopher are couples who meet on the first Thursday of every month. What they all have in common is that they are all poz. The meetings started many years ago. In the beginning, the group was sort of a men's own poz support group, but over the years the group's activities have changed. Today, men gather to celebrate poz pride. Men are united not only by HIV, but also by the fact that they are all more tops than bottoms. They have rotating organizing responsibility in the group. This month it's John and Michael's organizing responsibility. John and Michael have been together for 13 years. Michael is the couple's vers. and John is 100% top. At first, John and Michael were in a monogamous relationship, but Michael's cheating was revealed when he infected John with Chlamydia. As a result of the event, the couple opened up their relationship to other sexual partners. It was clear from day one that the fucking would always take place without rubber, and before long Michael got HIV, which infected John six months later. The couple's responsibility for organizing is to get a bottom for the meeting. In the group, all the fucking is done raw and the hope is that the bottom would be negative and unmedicated. All couples are medicated normally, but usually the medicines are left on a break for the Thursday meetings. John and Michael found this month's bottom in their own backyard. 25-year-old Eric, who lives next door to them. John and Michael paid attention to Eric when they noticed him always coming to the balcony when John and Michael were sunbathing on their own balcony. John and Michael always wore tiny speedos that showed off their big bulges. One day John bumped into Eric in the yard and started talking to Eric. Soon, Eric came over to John and Michael's place to drink wine and talk some more. Eric was a perfect find! 100% bottom with very little sex experience. Eric had just broken up with his first boyfriend, with whom Eric had been in a relationship for three years. The relationship had not worked because both boys had been more of a bottom. Eric visited John and Michael to talk almost every night. Little by little, John and Michael always told more about the beauty of free and raw sex. They noticed how Eric became more horny time after time. John and Michael also deliberately teased Eric with bulges and showing Eric their biohazard tattoos. Eric was hooked. John and Michael were sure they could get Eric to reveal his unmedicated hole to men right away if they wanted to. Instead, they wanted to save Eric's unprotected hole for the Thursday club. The night before the club meeting, John and Michael told Eric about the club. The men said that the positive men's Thursday club meets once a month to fuck raw. They told everything else honestly, but not that Eric would be the only bottom of the night. - What do you think, do you want to come spend the evening with us? I'm sure our friends would like you very much. Remember that the Thursday group is only among men and no one uses any kind of protection. As it should be, persuaded John.

Had a hook up with this really cute chubby but twinky blonde kid last week. He's 18, but has a 20 y/o BF who goes to SMU and they are pretty open. He's super hot and we did raw, he didn't ask my status, wasn't about to ask his and we swapped loads. He said he and his BF sometimes do three ways but his BF doesn't bottom but does BF likes Latino guys. He wanted to see if I'd be interested in a three way. I had to stifle shock and laughing when he showed me his BF's pictures as I've been playing with his BF off and on and he's a raw pig like me and his boy. His BF is NOT all top as I've bred his ass raw plenty. I said sure...kinda want to see the shock on his BF's face when he sees I've been pounding his boy's ass raw.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. ___ Chapter 3 - William and James' turn James and William have only been together for 8 years. William has been a poz since 2002 and when they met James was negative but very interested in chasing. James was 60 years old at the time and had lived his entire life very safety-oriented. In his sixties, he was interested in conversion videos and started spending time on various dirty sex sites. It was on one such forum that James and William met. William and James are both tops, so almost every day they invite to their home, go to parks or saunas to fuck willing bottoms. Always bare. As long as James was negative, the rule was that William would seed the hole first so that James could butter up William's powerful sperm. Always when William was medicated they looked for positive holes to fuck. It took six years for James to become infected. But now he has been poz for two years already. William and James met the pastor several months ago at the christening of James' sister's daughter's child. They had communicated occasionally with the pastor after that. 35-year-old pastor Max has lived his entire life only for his church and preached against sinful life and sex outside of marriage. However, the meeting with Wiliam and James made Max admit to himself that he himself longed for sex. Sinful sex. He wanted to be a sex object. To be used as a sex object. William and James feed Max's wants and needs. They used whatsapp messages to tell Max about the bottoms they had seeded. In which places had the sluts been fucked? How they had filled the man's hole with cocks and sperm. Max was getting ready. Finally came the Thursday club meeting at William and James' home. William and James were welcoming the guests at the door and directed the guests directly to the bedroom. The guests were told to undress and wait in the bedroom. When all the guests had arrived, William and James also entered the bedroom and undressed. William and James encouraged everyone to bring their phones. In the middle of the living room was a fuckbench, to which a very good-looking 35-year-old man was tied. James said that Max is the pastor of the church, and still a virgin. Max has blindfolded, so shooting and sharing videos is completely allowed. Max wants to show the whole world how his virgin ass gets cock and positive sperm. Max can be used however violently. He wants to feel used. Gentlemen, please use the hole, James declared. After three and a half hours, 23 lines had been drawn on Max's back. Max had a 23 poz load in his hole. Max's hole lips were red and swollen. The men had shared countless videos of Max begging for cum in his hole. The pastor had begged and prayed that men he had never seen before would seed his virgin hole. A new sperm-hungry creation had been born!

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

I see these posts where some bttm guys can have over a 1,000 loads in a year, but I'm wondering what's good number for a total top like myself. I usually fuck 5-7 guys a week. Is 250 guys a year a good number for a top?

Haven’t posted in a while but boy have things changed…. If you’ve read my previous stories you know how much cheating on my husband turns me on. I love breeding and getting bred by different guys. Some regulars, some one time hookups. Nothing is better than going home to have sex with my husband knowing that I was a slut for some other man earlier in the day. but recently, my husband and I have started using hookup apps together. We’ve said we play together, and we do. I still play separately and from what I know, he still does not. I try and encourage him to fuck around without me. He seems to be opening up to the idea and I hope it happens soon. Nothing would be hotter than to come home from work and find him ass up with someone’s cum dripping from his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and wanna help me out, feel free to DM me.

Part 2 “Beautiful pussy,” he groaned. “Daddy’s gotta piss and it would be nice to see how fucked up you get if I filled you with my chem piss. Would you like that boy?” “Yes, please,” I said, still leaning forward for another kiss, but he pulled away and grabbed my face. He spit on my face and licked me roughly as I moaned, his other hand rubbing the shards into my hole as my body twitched from the burn. I loved how he fingered my pussy. “I didn’t tell the guys coming over you’re gonna be full of piss, but I want you to hold it in as long as you can for Daddy, alright, slut?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good boy.” And right there on the bed, he grabbed a small funnel still greasy and stained from the last time he used it. “Lift your legs up.” With my ass completely over my body, he greased the funnel in chem lube before driving it down. He stood above me, holding the funnel in place as, slowly but surely, a dark yellow liquid trickled out of his sweaty dick and into the funnel. He pissed more than my ass could hold in at once, so a bunch of piss splashed onto my body, mixing with the oils and getting onto his bed. He didn’t care. He stopped himself and continued several times to make sure as much piss went into my hole as possible. After he was done, he held me like that there for a minute. “Hold it in, boy. Hold it in.” I clenched my ass, letting the piss drain into me and waiting for the chem piss to eventually hit me. Daddy Tony used heavily, so I knew there was tons of T in my hole right now, mixed with his dirty piss and cum. When he was sure, he slipped the funnel out and put his finger back in. He started fucking it roughly, piss splashing out even as I tried to hold it in. I moaned, my insides already feeling so full and rocked even harder by the pressure of his finger, which viciously jabbed into me like a pogo stick. His eyes were glued to my hole, pleased at the sight of his thick, wrinkled finger jamming into my perfectly smooth cunt, piss splashing out every time he suddenly ripped it out. We heard a knock on the door. Daddy Tony withdrew his finger and went to get the door. They exchanged a brief “hey” as the man walked into view, a rugged looking Latino man in maybe his 50s or 60s with a tan, leathery face. Even in the dark, I could tell he had a deep tan. He was around 6’ tall and was dressed in a polo, dark wash jeans, and loafers. He had frizzy gray hair with a busy goatee. He had a slender build overall, but I could see the veins and muscles on his arms. He took off his shades as he looked at me, unzipping his pants. I saw on his wrist what looked like an expensive watch and, unmistakenly, a wedding band. He signaled for me to turn around, and I got on all fours, aiming my leaking hole towards him. Daddy Tony crawled onto the bed, cradling my face against his drenched wife-beater, looking straight at the guest. “You party?” he asked. “No, but you guys can,” he said in a deep, unemotional voice. “He already fucked up?” “Yeah.” “Used?” “Yeah, just filled him myself,” Daddy Tony said matter-of-factly. Sometimes you don’t know how men would react, especially married guys who don’t want to be covered in filth and dipping their dicks into cum-filled holes, but the guy just licked his lips and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” The married man kicked off his jeans and loafers and pulled off his polo. He had just a layer of white fuzz on his chest framed by a gold chain. His legs were sculpted and insanely muscular, his calves jutting out like solid rocks. I was getting so turned on; I would’ve fucked anyone Daddy Tony invited, but this john happened to be everything I loved in a man: strong, older, seedy, and married. He crawled on the bed like a predator, wincing at the cold wetness. “Why the fuck is it wet?” he asked, a little annoyed. “I pissed on the boy and inside him,” Daddy Tony said. “Hah! So he’s still got piss inside him?” “Yeah. My chem piss,” Daddy Tony said proudly. During the entire exchange, Daddy Tony never looked at me, only at the guest, whose name we never found out but we’ll refer to him as John. “Fuck, those pictures didn’t lie,” John said excitedly. “Really nasty fucking whore like you said.” He ran his cold, leathery hands over my body, his fingers thinner but more firm. “Hell, yeah. You got the cash?” “Yeah. You got change?” John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a $20 bill from his wallet. “Only got a couple singles lying around,” Daddy Tony responded, to which John just shrugged. “You guys got anything other than T then? I’ll toss an extra 40 if you got any rock.” “I actually do,” Daddy Tony grinned. He looked down at me. I had my neck craned, just looking at John #1, who returned my eye contact and grinned. He massaged my oily sweaty body with his hands. Before Daddy Tony went to fetch the drugs, he grabbed my chin to face him, his face contorted with a sadistic anger as he spit on me roughly and licked my cheeks and nose all over. “Your only job is to please him,” he commanded. “You got that, slut?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy.” He fetched a blackened crack pipe and filled it with rock and a lighter as I was left alone on the bed with John #1. I had yet to feel the heat of the man’s body, as he still fondled and groped me from a distance, just sliding his rough hands around my body as he sighed. “Fucking nasty boy,” John #1 whispered with pleasure. At this point, the chem piss and the G had hit me with full force, and the whole room felt distorted once again. I felt this intense heat and lust, as his hands gave me goosebumps all over. His hands felt so good, and I could feel the cold sting of his wedding band as he massaged me. Unbelievably spun, I lightly writhed as he tweaked my nipples and ran his hands down my sides and massaged my pelvis. He inched closer and pressed his body against my back, his warm dry body, rough skin, and solid muscles feeling so good against my smooth, slippery skin. I could smell his musk behind a small hint of cologne, which may have been overwhelmed by the stink of piss, sweat, and whatever else. He took a break from massaging me as Daddy Tony handed him the pipe and got back on the bed. He then grabbed the tina pipe that still had quite a bit left, pressed it to my lips, and flicked his lighter. We both watched again as the clouds slowly began to swirl, and Daddy Tony rolled the pipe as I started to inhale. He kept it up, making sure I took a massive hit. High out of my mind, I was mesmerized by the swirling clouds and focused just on getting as much as possible. When he removed the pipe, Daddy Tony leaned in for a shotgun, and thick swirls of vapor encircled us as we kissed. I could smell the distinct sour smell of the crack as John #1 blew wisps of smoke on my face. “Oh, fuckkk man,” he groaned out of pleasure. “Been a fucking while since I’ve smoked rock.” He hit the pipe again, and this time shotgun it to me as Daddy Tony took a hit of T himself. John #1 kissed passionately and had a more bony feel, his tongue more pointed than Daddy Tony’s. Just as he saw the crack smoke escape my mouth, Daddy Tony grabbed my head and shotgunned a massive hit that I struggled to take in. It was so heavy that clouds overflowed between our mouths, and I coughed out thick white puffs. “Ohhh yeah, little tweaker slut!” John #1 grinned. “Fuck, such a dirty little boy. I love a nasty little slut boy.” “I love horny daddies, especially married ones,” I whispered back. Daddy Tony grinned as John #1 chuckled and leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed me softly this time, lovingly. I could feel the white hairs of his beard and light mustache tickling me as we slurped. He ran his hands all over me, and I could feel Daddy Tony tweaking my nipples. Sandwiched between the two men, I was in heaven, with John #1’s warm naked body against mine while I rested my on Daddy Tony’s stomach. I could feel Daddy Tony’s socks rub against my legs as my small, dirty feet brushed against John’s much bigger feet. I could feel his long toenails and the bony tops of his feet. “What do you like about married men, boy?” John asked. “The boy’s married too,” Daddy Tony said with a chuckle. “Wow. How old are you?” “19,” I answered. “I married at 18.” “No fucking way,” John said in disbelief. “And does the lucky man know you’re here?” “Nope,” I said with a mischievous smirk. John licked his lips and leaned in for another kiss. I groaned, feeling an intense intimacy with the man. He kissed me the way my husband did after we got hitched. “One second,” Daddy Tony said, presumably feeling slighted at the sight. I looked over and he grabbed my face. “Open up,” he ordered. I did as told and he spat roughly into my mouth….then again, and a third time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John whisper behind me he reached into my jockstrap and fondled my balls. His other hand tweaked my nipples as he watched Daddy Tony fill my mouth with his spit. “Now kiss him, faggot,” Daddy Tony demanded. I arched my neck back to John, who eagerly planted his lips onto mine, a combination of all of our spit speckling his mustache and dripping down our chins. “Babyyy,” the older man groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a young slut like you… and to know you’re married to another man. Is he an older guy?” “Yeah,” I responded. “White daddies are my favorite.” “Yeah?” he echoed with perverse sweetness as his hand slipped past my balls to my hole, one finger circling my pussy lips. “Fuck…so sloppy and smooth. A thousand times better than my wife’s pussy.” “And you can fucking wreck him and use him in ways I bet you can’t with your wife,” Daddy Tony said, and the two men shared a fraternal smile. “You can fuck him however you want. Degrade him and hurt him.” I looked at Daddy Tony hungrily as he said that, and he smiled back at me before grabbing me and shoving me on his soft dick. It was completely limp, especially after one nut and all the drugs, but it was so wet and sticky from sweat and cum. I basked in the stench of his pubes, pulling back to spit on his cock before putting his cock in my mouth and slurping again. I relished his intoxicating manstink as I slurped his dick affectionately. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John say behind me as he inserted a finger into my hole. A good amount of chem piss came out with his finger, continuing to drip down my leg, staining the sheets below. The strong smell of stale chem piss wafted through his room, mixing with all the other odors. The piss startled him, but he re-inserted his finger, moving it around as he felt all the warm liquid inside. “He’s got my piss, cum, chem lube, and a couple booty bumps up there,” Daddy Tony said proudly. “You sure you’re not worried about your wife smelling you at home?” “Hah! Fuck that bitch,” John spat, suddenly fingering me more aggressively. “She spends my money and isn’t even worth a fuck anymore. Our sons are already in their 30s and I crash there if I need to.” Daddy Tony’s dick slipped out of my mouth in surprise. “Wow, older than me,” I said. “Oh yeah, boy,” John laughed as he licked his lips at the piss splashing out of my hole as he jammed a second finger in and started roughly fucking me. I began moaning loudly at the sudden intrusion, unable to hold onto the chem piss. “Shut the FUCK up,” Daddy Tony snarled, grabbing my hair and shoving my face back onto his dick. “Suck my dick, you stupid fucking slut!” “Bet the fucking faggot would wanna fuck my boys too,” John laughed. “You see how excited he looked? Fuck, I’d disown my boys if they were little tweaker faggots like him. Fucking filled with piss and taking raw cock from men my age? I bet your parents would do the same, if they haven’t already, huh boy?” As he spoke, I felt his dick line up against my hole. “Fuck, yeah,” Daddy purred, putting the poppers underneath my nose again. “Look at me, bitch!” I gazed up at him, his cock still in my dick as he squeezed the bottle of poppers under my nose and didn’t remove it even after 3-4 inhales from one nostril. My whole body loosened, and I was hit with an insatiable need for cock. I wasn’t done, though. Daddy Tony moved to the other nostril and made me huff until I couldn’t even say my name, barely even noticing as John’s long dick, already erect, poked at my sloppy, dripping, piss-stained cunt. His dick was much longer, maybe over 9” but thinner and solid like a straight rod. He slid in, his head popping in with barely any resistance. It felt amazing; it had been hours since I had Daddy Tony’s cock, and I had been desperate for this feeling. Meanwhile, Daddy Tony’s cock started growing in my mouth as he looked hungrily at the sight of John pushing into me. John pressed my head down on Tony’s dick as he shoved in with one swift motion, eliciting a muffled yelp. “Careful with the fucking teeth, faggot!” Daddy Tony barked, spitting on my face. I tried my best to gape my throat and to stay still while John’s long pole slammed in to the hilt, hitting so deep that I felt an intense ache, especially with the pressure of all the cum and piss already inside me. “FUCKING GOOD pussy,” John roared. “I could get addicted to that ass!” I continued to moan through Daddy Tony’s dick as he began fucking me viciously. I felt it even in my belly button, and I could feel even more piss flooding out of my hole as he rammed in without abandon, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. The bread creaked so hard it felt like it might break underneath us. I was in heaven, spun out of my mind and swimming in Daddy Tony’s musk as his dick hardened and started hitting the back of my throat while John rammed me from behind savagely. “You like that, whore? Suck my fucking dick!” Daddy Tony yelled. “Nasty little homewrecker. Feels so fucking good watching you suck my cock while you make me money with that filthy used up cunt.” I looked at him helplessly as he pulled me off his cock and slapped me with as much force as he could. “Fuck, yeah!” John grunted excitedly from behind. He grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back while he spanked me as hard as he could. “Smack the fucking whore again. Harder this time!” Daddy Tony grinned at the sight of my face, dripping with sweat that began mixing with all the spit, held in place by John just waiting to be slapped. He raised his hand and smacked me as hard as he could, almost sending my head flying out of John’s hand. Totally disoriented, I could see stars, but before I could recover, Daddy Tony slapped me again with just as much force, followed by a quick one. Almost immediately John grabbed me by the throat with his other hand, choking me while Daddy Tony spat in my mouth before standing up and shoving his dick into my throat. He jammed his now hard dick into my throat until I gagged, completely out of breath, snot and spittle flying everywhere. He pulled out, giving me a second to breathe before jamming it back in. The harder I gagged, the harder John pounded, now sliding back in and ramming back in as hard as he can. At this point, there was another knock on the door. Daddy Tony pulled out of my mouth and went to open the door. I couldn’t see who was behind me, but a gruff voice said, “Hey. Here.” There was the exchange of cash and I could hear clothes falling to the floor. “Fucking hot, man,” the guy groaned, rubbing his dick as he watched from the corner of the room. I turned around to see a 6’5” heavy-set man who looked to be in his late 30s with wild curly hair under a black beanie and a disheveled light beard. He was dressed in a plain black T and had a sleeve down his right arm and a tattoo of a cross on his right temple. He wore faded baggy jeans that he unzipped to reveal a 7” uncut cock. He wore no underwear underneath. He kicked off his shoes and stood there in his dirty white socks. John only briefly looked to acknowledge his presence without stopping his onslaught. Walking into the sight of me getting rammed as hard as possible on a filthy piss-stained bed and immediately being exposed to the loud sound of moans and brutal fucking seemed to turn the man on even more. Once again, we never learned his name, so we’ll refer to him as David. “Fuck that slut,” David encouraged from the side of the room as Daddy Tony walked around to the bed and repacked drugs for the group. At this point, John had roped me into a sloppy kiss as he pounded me, whispering to me in between breaths. “Do you love me, baby?” he whispered between breaths. “I love you too, Daddy,” I moaned softly, now fully in the rhythm of John’s rampant thrusts. At this point, David moved over to tweak my nipples while Daddy Tony sat in a seat at his desk filling the pipe, completely unmoved by the fucking. Perhaps motivated by the voyeur, John grabbed my throat, spit on my nose and mouth, and licked it off. Then, for the first time, he raised his left hand, the one still wearing his wedding ring, and slapped me hard across the face while he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. I yelped as the other men cheered in encouragement. “Yeah, baby? You still love me, baby?” John whispered. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned through his fingers. “Yeah? Fucking faggot. Daddy loves violating your worthless cunt. I love cheating on my wife with young pussy but young hot babes won’t put out for an older married man like me. But a nasty little faggot like you is just what I need.” With that, he spanked me hard and looked up at the trucker. "You want him to suck your dick?” “Yeah. Get me hard,” David grunted, sliding his soft filthy dick in my mouth. I felt Daddy Tony loom over me, pulling me off David’s dick after a minute or so just to feed me another big shotgun. Then, poppers again and a dose of maximum impact before being shoved back onto David’s thick uncut cock. The men wasted no time while I was freshly fucked up, with David, who was already getting hard fast, fucking my face mercilessly right away. I gagged loudly as he did, my face leaking from how hard he was using my throat. Only when I almost threw up did he pull me off, with Daddy Tony ready to feed me another big hit. “Fuck, that’s hot,” David groaned. “Look at him all fucked up. How’s that tina taste, boy?” Before I could respond, he rammed his cock down my throat again. Vapor still leaked out of my mouth as he rammed into my mouth, and Daddy Tony laughed. “I gotta piss again. Can I borrow his mouth?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, you gonna piss down his throat?” David asked, excited. “Fucking nasty.” He pulled his dick out and John held my head back as Daddy Tony leaned over, put his now soft dick in my mouth, and unloaded. I guzzled as fast as I could, with piss still dripping down my chin and over the bed as he flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow. His piss was unbelievably bitter and had the distinct metallic tang of chem piss. My stomach churned as he pumped his piss into me, but I got turned on as fuck knowing that it would get me even more high. “Fucking NASTY!” David repeated with excitement. After Daddy Tony was done pissing, I started slurping his dick, and he groaned with pleasure. At this point, the whole bed was soaked with puddles upon puddles of piss. “Disgusting fucking whore,” John grunted. “I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill that cunt with my 4-day load. You want that cum, baby?” I gurgled in response, still slurping Daddy Tony’s dick as John mounted me even higher, ripping me as hard as he can as I felt his dick get even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. He rammed me at a different angle, and I had to drop Daddy Tony’s dick out of my mouth to yelp. “TAKE MY FUCKING SEED, STUPID WHORE!” he roared as he busted in me, and I felt the slightest tinge of warm liquid inside. My whole was completely warm and slippery from his cum when he pulled out, a few drops leaking out. I could tell it was an enormous load. After heaving a few heavy sights from exhaustion, John kissed me deeply while the other two watched on and his dick softened and slipped out. “Thanks for the pussy. Such a good boy,” he whispered affectionately before pushing himself off. “If I had the energy and the time, I’d fuck you again.” “Please… please don’t leave, daddy,” I moaned, earning another kiss from John. “Daddy’s gotta go home to his wife, but he’ll think about destroying your pussy all night, baby.” And with that, he pulled on his clothes and left without even rinsing himself off. As he did, Daddy Tony grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed, enraged. “The fuck was that, boy? You tell another man you love him while I’m right there? Did you forget I’m the one renting you out and giving you drugs, boy?” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I yelped. “Fuck you, slut,” he snarled, spitting on my again before dragging me into the bathroom and throwing me on the floor. His bathroom was small and cramped and was a wreck, with debris everywhere and yellow and brown bathtub. The place looked like a gas station bathroom with a shower. He slapped a towel on the cold linoleum and dragged me on top. David lingered by the door, and Daddy Tony encouraged him to come in. The three of us were cramped in the little dingy bathroom, but it was enough to fuck. “Lay on your back,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and show him your sloppy hole.” I did as ordered, spreading my legs as wide as I can as I laid on the floor. As I did so, Daddy Tony stepped on my face, forcing his piss-soaked dirty black sock in my nose and mouth. I moaned helplessly as he pulled my legs even further apart. David jerked at the doorway, staring at the scene with straight lust. I could only see Daddy Tony’s legs tower over me and a glimpse of his maddened look, his gray beard coated with drying globs of his spit. “You’re just a breeding hole for men,” He said, rubbing his foot into my face. “The only love you’re gonna get from a real man is being used, abused, and degraded for our pleasure, and your job is to love and worship me and any man I rent you out to. But you also deserve to be punished for it, you got me, whore?” “Look at him,” David sneered. “Fucking whore dripping on the bathroom floor. This is what I fucking need.” He crawled in between my legs, and I felt him spit on his cock before sliding his cock in my hole. It was much thicker than John’s, about 7”. I moaned in ecstasy, my hole feeling so empty after the last fuck. “Mmmph!” I tried to scream as David rammed into me without mercy. I could feel his denim rubbing against my hips as cock tore through me, reminding me of how wet and cummy my hole was. He fucked me rough while he choked me, making me cough and gag as I struggled for air. Daddy Tony removed his foot and squatted down shoving his ass into my mouth. “Lick it, whore,” he demanded, and I slurped his rank, hairy ass as hard as I could while trying to ignore the pressure around my neck. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” “Yeah, lick that ass, whore. That’s all you’re good for,” David said excitedly, pumping into me hard. He rammed into me, excited by the sight of me suffocating on Tony’s ass and his unbridled enjoyment of it. Finally, Tony shifted back, moving my head onto his lap, propping me up by my shoulders so I could face David clearly while he perused grindr. Before he was even situated, David eagerly shoved 3 fingers down my throat, gagging me as he impaled me. “I’m gonna hurt you, bitch,” he growled as I looked at him with bulging eyes and dilated pupils, my face covered like a post-bukkake scene from all the spit that dripped everywhere as I licked Daddy Tony’s ass. With that, both of them spit on me at the same time. Right as the spit landed, I felt David’s other hand slap me roughly as he shoved his cock in me. “Fucking pussy’s so wet. Feels so fucking good,” he growled, slapping me again. “And even after all that, it’s tighter than I thought. Fuck! I’m about to cum!” He turned me over on my side, raising my leg as he drilled into me. Unceremoniously, he busted inside me. Breathing heavily, he looked at me, exhausted. He slapped me one more time gently before getting up, zipping his pants, and leaving without a word. “Leave the door unlocked!” Daddy Tony called. “There’s a guy in the lobby waiting to come up.” It was unusual for Daddy Tony to leave the door unlocked, but I'd soon find out why. Now with 3 loads in my hole, Daddy Tony pulled me over him and slid his hard dick, smaller than the others, easily into my used hole. Before long, we heard a knock, and Daddy Tony yelled, “Come into the bathroom!”

While taking road trips I often hook with guys I've never met before. Sometimes it is in a hotel room that is quite dark. Their ass is up and lubed. I mount up and get to work, drop a load, tell them to keep their head down and I walk out.

Sweet Latino FB, just left. Called me an hour before He got off work and said He wanted to fuck me... i said "absolutely." Pretty addicted to Him, He's definitely taken possession of that 'place' inside of me. He's discovered that i am also His cocksucker. i love Him, so am instantly in the zone with Him and am enjoying everything about sucking, licking, kissing His thighs, perineum, balls, cock, that sweet spot between a Mans balls and His thighs. He loves for me to get His all wet, so the i don't swallow from how He makes my mouth water... He likes to use my spit and His to fuck me. He's stopped using lube, so it sort of hurts when He first pushes in. After sucking Him, He is feeling more aggressive and fucks me longer and harder. my hole is wrecked vs gaped right now. i feel weak and incredible.

You’re a hero and a role model.

Chapter 11 When Jake awakens his father is already gone. The large bed feels lonely. As he wakes up he explores his body and discovers his ass is wet and sticky as wells as the sheets below. Jake assumes his dad must have jerked off in the early morning and sprayed his seed all over his ass before he left while he was still asleep. He works the sticky load into his muscle hole thinking of his dad’s massive cock. Before he is able to shoot his load he looks at the time on this cellphone realizes he going to be late for school and rushed to the shower. As the steam builds in the hot shower, Jake’s body is electrified by the the hot water on his hairless body. His nipples stand erect as he lathers his body. Jake is briefly startled by a shadowy figure entering through the main bedroom but is relieved to discover that it is Tyler entering completely naked. His proud dick swinging between his legs. “Your Dad told me he had to leave early this morning and said I should come over to help your get ready” , he says with a dirty grin. Before long Tyler is balls deep in Jake’s juicy hole. Jake braces the shower walls as he bucks into Tyler’s massive dick. Jake moans for Tyler’s toxic load as his hole s destroyed. Tyler’s balls tense up at the sounds of Jakes begging, his balls already filled to the brim. Tyler holds back as long as he can, building up more and more toxic cum and then finally explodes in Jake’s willing hole. Before Tyler is able to catch his breath and come down off his orgasm, Jake rushes out of the shower. “Sorry Tyler! I’m already super late for school.” He yells as he throws on some clothes and kisses Tyler before leaving the house, knowing he’s going to be very late for his first class of the day. ——— With only 15 minutes left off in his first period, Jake rushes into class. “Sorry Mr. Wood!”, Jake exclaims as he rushes to his seat. Clearly dissatisfied, his teacher gives is a stern stare with his furrowed brow and then continues his lesson without a word to Jake. Unable to concentrate, Jake is distracted by the huge bulge in Mr. Wood’s tight khakis that seems to grow throughout the lesson. When the class bell rings 10 minutes later, the students rush out of class but Mr. Wood ask Jake to stay behind. “Jake, this isn’t the first time you’ve been late and I’m beginning to worry about you”, Mr. Wood starts out. “Mr. Wood, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again. I simply overslept and I feel so bad knowing what a great teacher you’ve been to me”, Jake apologized with sad eyes and half smile. “Nevertheless, I think we should go down to the office and talk with the vice principle, I think your antics have raised some alarm bells here at the school”, Mr. Wood explains. “Oh no please …”, Jake begins to reply Mr. Wood cuts him off, “Let’s go, NOW!” Jake walks ahead of Mr. Wood and starts perspiring wondering what type of trouble he’s in. He also realizing in the rush to get ready he threw on some light grey sweatpants and Tyler’s load, which was planted deep inside him, has started to slowly leak out, leaving a wet spot on his backside which his teacher has probably noticed as he walks closely behind him. Both the men make their way into the office. As they enter the vice principle is seated at his large wooden desk. Impeccably dressed in a tailored dress shirt and tie, his large frame gives away that he was once an amateur bodybuilder. Mr. Steel gestures for Jake to take a seat and Mr. Wood takes a place standing behind the vice principles desk chair. “Mr. Steele let me just start out by saying, I’m sorry….. “ , Jake begins but then is quickly interrupted. “Jake, normally I see students that need to be disciplined, but that is not the case here. You see, The coach told us all about what happened yesterday afternoon and what a greedy little cum slut you are and about all those load you took.” Jake mind races as he hears Mr. Steele describe in vivid detail how he took his coaches and teammates loads, one right after the other. “Mr. Wood and I want to help you in your journey”, Mr. Steele says as he pulls back his chair and reveal himself untucked, with his fly opens and his large rigid member exposed with a biohazard tatoo just above the base of his cock. “Oh fuuuccckk! “ Jake says under his breath. “Now let’s get started. Bend over the desk here”, Mr. Steele instructs. Jake does as he’s told and as he does, Mr. Wood comes up behind him and peels back the grey sweatpants exposing his perfectly formed ass. “This big ol’ wet spot here is giving away what a faggot your are to the whole school. But you know that already don’t you Jake?”, Mr. Wood asks as he snaps the band of his jockstrap. “Yes sir”, Jake replies Mr. Steele watches from his desk chair stoking his long cock as Mr. Wood spreads Jake’s ass cheeks apart. Toxic cum oozes from Jake’s hole. “Eat it!” Mr. Steele says sternly Mr. Wood eagerly complies. Licking up the sticky fluid at first, then burying his face in the smooth jock hole and then tongue fucking him. As he does this he savors the ripe smell of the cum coated hole. Jake is lost in his own pleasure arching his back as he feels the rough whiskers from his teachers mustache tickling his hole and causing his dick to inflate in his jockstrap. Mr. Steele gets up from his chair and pulls off Jakes shirt. He begins to tweak his muscular nipples causing Jack cock to protrude out of his jockstrap. Mr. Steele then guides Jakes head down to his veiny, uncut cock. Jake pulls back the thick foreskin and reveals the vice principal’s fat head already slick with pre cum. “Fuuucckkk” Mr. Steele moans as Jake takes his dick deep down his throat, “such a good little faggot”. As Jake’s head bobs up and down on Mr. Steele’s cock he see the biohazard tattoo right in front of him. His future staring him in the face. As Mr. Steele facefucks Jake, Mr. Woods comes up for breath. He the undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. His heavy cock sticks straight up. He moves around the desk to Jake’s mouth. Jake pulls Mr. Steele’s cock out of his mouth and begins sucking on Mr. Wood’s rock hard dick while stoking Mr. Steele’s. The two men begin making out as Jake goes back and forth savoring their enormous dicks. Massaging Jake’s muscular back as he gets his dick serviced, Mr. Steele works his way down to Jake’s tight wet hole and begins fingering it. The teenage slut moans on the vice principal’s dick. “It’s time for this faggot to take another toxic load”, Mr. Steele exclaims as he positions himself behind Jake. He lines up his dick with Jakes hairless hole and pushes in. “Fuuuucccckkkk, your hole feels amazing!” Mr. Steel groans as his mushroom head pushes its way in. “You’re gonna beg for every inch of this dick , you hear me faggot?” Jake turns around looking his vice principal in the eye and say, “yes sir! Can I please have another inch of your cock sir!” And continues to do so with every inch after. Mr. Steele’s cock large cock gets wider at the base so with every inch he goes in he stretches Jake’s jock hole wider and wider. After Jake pleas for the last inch, with his hole struggling to take such a fat dick, Mr. Steele slams in balls deep. Mr. Steele holds Jake in place at the base of his cock with his strong hands around Jake’s thin waist. Jake screams are muffled by Mr. Wood’s dick inside his mouth. Both the teacher and vice principal begin furiously fucking him on both ends. Mr. Steele looks down and at his massive dick tearing the jocks hole and sees streak of red on his dick. “Oh fuck yeah! He’s bleeding! I’ve ripped this jock fag wide open!” Mr. Steele exclaims, “Now it time to mark you as mine!” Mr. Steele begins piston fucking Jake’s hole building up a massive load. His balls stretching his balls sac to the limit. “Come on, sir! Breed this faggot jock slut!” Mr. Wood urges. “Poz his hole!” “Oh fuuuucckkk, I’m gonna fuckin’ bust! Take my toxic seed you STUPID! FUCKING! CUNT! Mr. Steel screams. He accentuates each word by brutally stabbing his enormous dick in Jakes hungry jock hole. Mr. Woods, so turned on and unable to control himself begins shooting volleys of cum all over Jake’s face. He grabs Jake by a handful and hair and forces his dick downs Jake’s throat. Jake, unable to guzzle down all the cum produced by Mr. Wood’s cock, chokes on it until his teacher finally releases him and he gasps for air. As all three men catch their breath, Mr. Wood and Mr. Steele stuff their dicks back in their trouser. Jake is still splayed naked on the desk with his sweatpants around his ankles when Mr. Steele states, “I’ve got a meeting with another student in a few minutes, you should get back to class but I want to see you every morning in this office until that hole converts, understand?” “Yes sir!” Jake replies. He begins to get up and dress himself. His dick still hard peaking out is his jock. A pool of pre cum on the desk. He still has not cum all day. His balls ache. Jake pulls up his sweatpants and puts on his shirt and begins to head back to class but Mr. Wood stops him. “Let’s clean you up first”, he says and begins licking the cum off Jake’s face and then kissing him, allowing Jake to taste his fresh toxic load. Jake then head back to class with a growing wet spot in the back of his sweatpants.

Received this question on an app: Serious question - what do you enjoy so much about being cum filled? Context and my response below. Curious if any of you other cumsluts a have figured out why it feels so good to have nut. Him: I usually wear a condom. That a deal breaker? Me: Yea. You can go fuck another hole with a condom. And then empty it into my ass. Him: Serious question - what do you enjoy so much about being cum filled? Me: Prep wasn’t available until I was like 25. I always refused to use rubbers because I hate the way they feel. To stay “safe” i used to be selective with guys. I wanted more but I knew I’d probably end up with HIV. I suppressed sex for health. During that time I really loved getting seeding. Idk if it was the risk but it really enveloped me. Then prep came along and it was a game changer. Now I get the sex I want and there’s never enough nut to satisfy me. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking but it’s the cum that makes me really slut for dick. I want loaded and churning. Love reaching in my hole and feeling the puddle of mixing nut before the next dude walks up. It seems like there should be more to it. IDK why it feels good. Hope I end up getting his load. 🤞🏽

Yesterday was fun! Posted a pump’n’dump on Sniffies and Doublelist early on in the day. It was my usual: door unlocked, ass up and blindfolded. Within 30 minutes I had 15 people confirmed; throughout the day, that got up to 40. 27 actually showed up. For the most part it was the usual tops who just gave me a quick breeding and left without a word. One guy with a 9” cock fucked me twice - first for an hour before he came, then for about 45 minutes later in the day when he found out I was still going and had (at that point) 20 loads of cum and various guys’ piss in me. Otherwise, every single on of these tops used me as nothing but a human flesh lights: didn’t say a word to me, just used my wet cunt to unload and left. Once I was done taking loads, I plugged as much of it as I could up in my hole with a butt plug and went to sleep nice and full.

That is one pretty pretty gaping KUNT. Let daddy in.

Hail~! Happy Pride~! Last minute on Monday, went to Steamworks Chicago #Cumunion #Pride event. 45 dudes had indicated attendance on BBRT. I drove 310 miles each way, my car gets 10mpg using 60 gallons of gas @$5+/g for superduper, plus $30 for parking garage. I used to be able to do the whole trip for $100 not that long ago. I'm not sure street parking in Boystown is safe anymore. I got a deluxe room, which was not necessary. I live on SSD, I can not go to Steamworks often. I got fucked in the sling, on the bench, and sucked lots of cock. I gave 3 loads to really HOT men. I am disappointed I'm not sure I got a man off, although my hole was wet. I had a lot more fun after the V kicked in. My experience is men prefer to fuck me with a hard dick. I didn't ask status and no one said. I saw no bio/scorpio tatts. Many dudes were not speaking English, often uncut too. Really glad I went. Thanks for reading this too.

Hello everyone, My lifelongdream has been to be a cumdump at a cruisingspot. Im on prep and ready to go, but whenever i actually arrive at a spot my heart just drops, anxiety sets in, i feel like i am not good enough and no-one would ever do me, and i just spend the next 2 hours in my car trying to get myself to go out and do what i so dearly want. It always ends up with me just going home, thinking about another opportunity lost and hating myself for it. Is there anything i can do about this, some ritual to clear my mind or set me up in the right mood?

I was just like you when I started doing it...I was a scared kid, not sure what to do, how to do it, wasn't sure how to negotiate/ask for sex. There was this wooded place next to a sketchy hotel that guys would hang out looking. I remember riding my bike there, locking it up, taking my shirt off and wandering into the wooded area. There were a few Latino guys there hanging out, shirts off. One was rubbing his stomach eyeing me as I walked into the woods and followed me. I was kind of terrified, but got to a place out of view and he came on to me as I paused by a tree. He got that I was scared and asked if I'd done this before and was honest I hadn't. He was super hot, but also kind and gentle, fucking me and cumming inside me twice before letting me fuck him raw too. We swapped numbers and I became a regular thing with him for a while, but I immediately went home feeling scared, ashamed, a bit dirty, but also turned on. I knew people would judge me for doing what I did but they'd never know unless I told them. There's a code amongst guys who meet up like that....silence is kept. I'd go back after that and was scared every time as it was guys I didn't know, but I knew what they wanted. They wanted to fuck me raw and use me for their pleasure. And honestly, I wanted that. The guilt, shame, and fear slowly faded away replaced by the rush of knowing guys found me hot and wanted to fuck me and cum in me.

Good! I don't have this fear. Before someone says I'm lying -- I don't have THIS kind of fear: who cares if they guy rejects me! I fear cops in cruisy places. Ever since that Republican Senator got caught tapping his foot by an undercover cop staking out in an airport restroom, my fear has been the guy meeting me is going to put my mug shot on the news. Every time I go to an airport bathroom I think about that Senators mugshot being all over the news! I think he got out of any criminal stuff in the end but I'm no Senator with political strings to pull. Squirt is full of posts saying "be careful, cops are out today" for several nearby cruise spots. That is my fear now. It's squashed a lot of hot encounters, like a potential hookup on a trail just last week 😞

The only thing I'd add to this (which is very well said, MuscleHorse) is that although the risk is lower, there is still a risk of contracting HIV when topping. It's definitely worth getting onto PrEP.

HENRY'S SENTENCE - PART 1 'What's a nice white boy like you doing in an overcrowded Nigerian prison?' says the journalist opposite me. The glint of my handcuffs catch his eye as I rest my arms on the table. 'Where do I start?' I say, but really I'm thinking I'd better tell him quickly before they take me back to my cell where Temi will be waiting. So, start I do... See, Mum and Dad are missionaries. I grew up traveling from one third world tropic to the next, all in the name of 'God' of course. But when I turned eleven, mum thought I should have a proper education. So they sent me back to the UK. Let's just say my fantasies of all boys schools did not materialize into reality. I'm slim, I like to run, but I'm not athletic. I'm a geek and not the cool kind who like superheroes. I read. Books. It was supposed to be the start of my gap year before uni. A month with mum and dad then onto more... welcoming locations... But when I arrived, everything changed. Black men are fetishized a lot, aren't they? But then, who isn't when it comes to sex? Tall, fat, trans, ginger... I can't say I've ever had a particular type. I just knew I liked men. Of course, I hadn't told anyone else that, not at that point. Did you know in Nigeria, you can be sentenced to ten years plus just for being gay? I do. My parents were living with Will, an old benefactor for the local church. His house was huge and, as I didn't know my way around the city, he assigned me one of his staff, Ayo, as a guide. I'd never seen anyone like Ayo before. He's a little taller than me with a defined chest and arms, but that arse... seriously. It's so round and high, you could rest a drink on it and you wouldn't even need to bend down to pick it up. Not to mention the bulge in his pants, hanging neatly against his thick thighs. His skin is the most beautiful colour I have ever seen. At night, he's as dark as thunder clouds but in the day, he's a rich roasted coffee whose eyes shine gold. And his smell, the sweat after a day gardening... just glorious. I wanted every part of him on me, in me. I've dreamt many times of him taking me to his room and forcing me down over the bed. But did he? I'm not giving anything away just yet. The first night there, I couldn't sleep in the heat, so I got up to get some water. As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I could hear something - slapping, heavy breathing. My first thought was mum and dad and I nearly vommed, but then I remembered they were both snoring when I passed their room moments ago. I tiptoed into the kitchen and peered around the corner. Bent over the dining room table was Will's wife, Anna and standing behind her, his back to me, was Ayo. He held her down with one arm, the other pressed into the small of her back as he rocked hard in and out of her. I watched his legs and arse as the moonlight caught them. I could see his balls slapping against her. Anna clung to fistfuls of the table cloth as she thrust herself back onto him. My heart raced. My cock throbbed. I let out a shaky breath and with it, an accidental little squeak of joy. Immediately, Ayo stopped and turned to me. I was mortified. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn't let me. Sensing his pause, Anna spoke and made to stand up, but Ayo kept her down, eyes firmly on me as he drew his thick dark meat from inside her and plunged it back in over and over again, all the while his eyes on me until she had to muffle her cries with the tablecloth and he finally turned away and threw his head back roaring as he emptied his sack into her. I took that as my cue to leave and darted back to my room. I waited until there was nothing but silence before I slid my hand down to my cock and began to wank. It didn't take me long until there was cum dripping off me, all up my chest and sides. I slept like that until Ayo woke me the next morning. 'You're late for breakfast.' He stood at the end of my bed in shorts and a vest, his skin glistening. 'I've had the car cleaned. We'll go out today. Show you around.' I nodded, though when Will said he was giving me a guide, I hadn't realised I would be on his schedule. I showered, quickly before throwing on shorts and t-shirt and heading down to mum who served us all tea and toast. I watched Ayo at the table, curious as to his position. He was employed here yet happy for my mum to wait on him. All the other staff were busy. 'What're you two up to today?' said dad over the paper. My eyes met with Ayo, but he spoke before I could. 'Henry's helping my with some errands, then I'm showing him 'round town.' It was the first I'd heard of errands. 'I'll get the dishes,' said mum as I stuffed the last of the toast into my mouth and downed my tea. Then we left. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have got a taxi straight back to the airport.' The guard’s keys jangle as he steps back into the room and stands between me and the journalist. ‘Enough,' he says, knocking me forwards and hefting me up by the scruff of my neck. 'I'll come back tomorrow,' said the journalist and he leaves not waiting to see my dragged and shoved along to my cell. The Guard slides the key in with ease and opens the cell. He leans into me and whispers, 'I'll be back for sloppy seconds,' before thrusting me inside, slamming the door and locking me in. I push myself back onto my knees and look up to the bunk where Temi is sat, his back to the wall, legs spread, his eyes focused on a point beyond the bars. 'Enjoy your walkies?' he says, without even looking at me. I say nothing. He's at least 6'6"tall and chunky. Thick-thighed, a not unattractive podge of a belly. And his skin is the darkest I've seen of any man. He shuffles down the bunk a little and slides his trousers down a little revealing his thick, dark dick and enormous sack. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. I crawl to him on my knees. He doesn't take much to arouse. I cup his balls in one hand and guide his dark meat into my mouth with the other, but he slaps both hands away. 'Be a good boy,' he says, still not looking at me. I let my arms fall to my sides and lean in, enveloping his soft penis into my mouth, slobbering and licking his balls as I do. He lets out a sigh, so I know I'm doing well. His cock grows quickly, plumping up. I reckon if he were slimmer, he'd have a solid 9" or more but that doesn't matter because the girth is barely containable in my mouth. I bounce my head up and down, trying to force as much as possible down, trying to put on a good show because I know what'll happen if I don't. He tastes salty now. I've grown to love that taste. His hands find the back of my head as he grows fully erect and hard enough that it's my throat that has to flex and bend - not his shaft. He forces me down on his meat for what feels like minutes at a time. I feel him flex halfway down my throat. I choke, my eyes running with tears. And then it stops as he slaps me off him and onto my back. He makes a gesture with his finger, and I slip my trousers off and climb into all fours. I hear him grunt as he kneels behind me. I push back as he puts his full weight into one hand on the small of my back forcing me to arch up and stick my boy-cunt out. He gobs full mouth of spit onto my hole and with one unmanicured thumb, spreads it around. Then he leans forward. I feel his belly rest on my arse cheeks. A wall of flesh meets my hole, and it doesn't stop. He slides forward, breaking me open until he's balls deep. I wince, his weight forcing me to almost faceplant into the concrete floor. I silence my screams as he tears at my hole, his cock thrusting in and out, ploughing me to fit his shape. He grabs my hair and lifts my head up with one hand, then scoops my hands up with the other and holds them behind me so I'm balancing on my chin. He lets out a series of loud, pants and groans as his strokes speed up becoming longer and longer. The inmates opposite say nothing. One sits on his bunk, grinning, hand down his pants, the other stands at the bars, his cock poking through as he wanks off at the sight of me being bred by my Master. Temi’s balls slap hard against my cunt as he builds his speed even more. I struggle to keep silent, sobbing and yelping but he doesn't care now. His whole body is beating into me, and I'm pushed further and further towards the bars on my face. Then he lets out a roar and I feel him swell inside me as he unloads his spooge, burst after burst, thrusting deeper into me until he's done. And when he is, he rips himself from me and for a few seconds until the pain of my hole retracting subsides, I long for him not to go. Then he climbs back into his bunk. 'Next,' he calls out, and I hear the hurried footsteps and jingling keys of the guard returning... Hey Guys, Hope you enjoy. More parts coming soon. I'm hoping to do multiple parts a week if people want them? I've noticed other students also adding info for tips here, so I'm doing the same, though it's not required - I just want people to read and enjoy really. Happy to survive on protein donations from the many men who enter me daily, but if you fancy buying me a drink, here's my Monzo - Venmo doesn't exist in the UK! [think before following links] [think before following links] https://monzo.me/andrewjames37

It is a good feelinto breed a hole, and yeah most btms are greatful to have been bred.

Fucking hot story. Exciting and well-written. Would still love to know what motivated Bobby to just jump on Tom’s cock.

I remember the first time very well. I had just broken off my engagement to my fiancée and was at my usual pub drowning my sorrows when a friend introduced me to a black USAF officer he knew before leaving because he had a date with my ex. John, the black guy, kept buying me fresh drinks every time I finished the one I had, so I was pretty drunk when he suggested going to see if we could find a party where we could keep on drinking, and then after we couldn't find a party he suggested going back to his place and sharing a glass or two of brandy. When he said he was ready for bed he told me I could try and sleep on his two seat sofa but I was welcome to sleep in bed with him if I couldn't get comfortable. There was just no way I was ever going to fit on the sofa so I agreed to share his bed with him, only to find out he only had a double and there was barely enough room for the two of us. At first we turned our backs to each other but feeling the heat of his naked body so close to my naked body had given me an extra hard boner, and I was trying to stroke it without John knowing. That was about when I felt his body moving to the rhythm of his hand jerking himself off and asked if that was what he was doing. I told John I was trying to get myself off too and showed him my boner, while he turned toward me and showed me his before suggesting that we could jerk each other off. His cock felt so good in my hand that I took it in my mouth and started sucking for all I was worth. When I knelt with his head between my legs to take his cock as deep as I could John started sucking my cock at the same time. He definitely knew what he was doing because he quickly got me to the point where I said I was going to cum but didn't stop sucking and swallowing until he sucked me dry. Since he hadn't cum yet I told him I wanted him to fuck me, so he lubed my hole and just slid his cock right in. Once he was balls deep he began to rhythmically pound my hole and hitting my prostate so much that my cock got hard again and dripped precum every time he thrust in harder and deeper until I finally felt his cock pulsing inside my tight boi pussy and filling me with my first load, while making my cock so hard I told John I wanted to fuck him. Almost as soon as John pulled his cock out of my cum-filled hole he was face-down on the bed while I pushed my cock into his hot ass. I gave him a reach around and got him hard again while I plowed his hole. I could feel the amount of precum leaking from his cock and it turned me on to know he would want to fuck me again after I finished fucking him.

When I started fucking - I mean ejaculating. I could come 3-4 times a session it probably max in my 30s/early 40s at 4-6x. 50 years later I can still cum 2-3 times a day but not what is was.

Booked a room at at the Merrill inn in anchorage it’s a low budget motel with old school doors that can be left open I posted my room # on swiffies and grinder and waited ass up ended up with 17 guys dropping by and using me it was awesome

YEP it's Two For Tuesday! Chapter 12: The Talk We sat down and took a big swig of our drink, when Marc just said "well?" I told him there was a good reason that I didn't breed him, and I hope that he wasn't mad at me. I kissed him, and caressed his hair, telling him that i was positive. Marc pulled back somewhat with a look of suprise on his face. He was speechless for a few minutes as he chugged the remainder of his drink, and got up to pour another one. When he got back, all he could say was "what? How?" I said well i think you know the how part. He didn't find that funny however. I told him our experimenting lit my sexual fire. I continued by saying I wanted to take that experimenting to the next level, but somehow it didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time. He agreed saying he felt the same way. He then asked why now though? I told him it wasn't to gift him, but I knew we had more to explore. I explained that I knew he did too, and reminded me that he was the one to invite me to visit, and I'm sure he wanted more experience also. He nodded his head in agreement. Marc then began to ask me questions, starting off by asking me if I knew who pozzed me, and if it was something that I desired. I explained that it was an older man, and we had taken a great deal of time discussing the possibility. I told him my appetite for sex was crazy, and came to the conclusion that it would be even more so if I was poz. Marc then asked another bombshell question. Do you want to poz me. Of course I got up and poured 2 strong drinks, giving me time to come up with an answer. When I returned I looked Marc in the eyes and simply said if I had wanted to poz him, I would have dropped my load up his ass. I explained that i hadnt been poz for a long period of time, and it was likely my demon seed was very potent. Marc put his head on my shoulder, and started to cry. I stroked his hair saying it's alright babe. I continued by saying that as our sexual awakening started with us, I thought he should know. Marc said his tears were tears of joy, and not anger. He continued to say he wasn't joyful that I had become poz, but if I was happy, so was he. Marc then said he had so many questions, and I said fire away. He started by asking what all I had done? I simply said it's easier to tell you what I haven't done! First of all ive never done drugs. Sex was enough of a high for me. I told him I had been gang banged, double penetrated and even had my ass brushed to help the virus enter my body. I then turned the tables and asked him the same question. He said he hadn't really done much. Mostly give or receive oral. I asked why not, and he said it was difficult meeting guys he didn't really know. He explained that it was easy with me as we knew each other. He said hosting was also an issue for most college students there, but obviously now it would be alot easier. Marc then asked me what my friends and family thought about me being poz. I explained that he was my only true friend back home, but now had many friends who led me on my journey to becoming poz. Surely enough he asked about my parents. He added having a new step dad must have made it tough. I started by saving that my mom didn't know, but indirectly she played a role in it happening. Yep time for another swift drink before I told him my new step dad was the one that infected me. Marc smiled and said another drink? This is going to be interesting! I took a big swig and blurted out that it was my new step dad that infected me. Marc spit out the drink that he just had. He said he knew we were fucking each other, but had no idea my step dad was poz. I told him we had a very loving relationship, and that he let me decide, and would love me regardless of my ultimate decision. I told him about our undetectable pozzing party and after that, I decided I wanted to become poz, but only by my step dad. By now we were both hard as a rock, and slipped into the 69 position. Marc was super excited and sucked my cock like never before. Just as I was about to cum, he said feed me your poison seed! And that I did!

Been talking with this dude on Sniffies but timing never worked, until today. I left my door unlocked and waited ass up and blindfolded. He arrived, and I heard him pull his cock out and lube it up. He dragged his dick against my hole, just plopping the head in and out in a tease. After a few seconds of that, though, he slammed it all the way in with one stroke that made me scream. I knew he was 7”, which is a length I can deal with easily, but his pics hadn’t done justice to how thick he was. He chuckled when I yelled and said “yeah it’s thicker than it looks”, while pushing me down so I was flat on my bed and his body was pinning me down, unable to move. His cock somehow slid even deeper, his balls against mine. With no mercy, he began to fuck me. He used different techniques, sometimes going fast and hard, other times slowly stroking in and out of me in a way that made the lips of my hole scream. I knew he was gaping me. I quickly became a mess - it was painful but also amazing as he kept hitting the right spot, and the entire time I was a mix of screams and moans and begging him to go harder. Every time he stroked in and out slowly I whined from the intensity. After about 20 minutes of this, he slammed balls deep and I felt the pulse of his cock and the warmth of his seed as he flooded my guts with cum. His body collapsed on my back as he held his cock in me, shooting his load until he was fully empty. When he didn’t pull out after a few minutes, I wondered if he was going to go for a second load (and would’ve been happy to take it); but instead, after a little bit, I felt the familiar sensation of liquid warmth inside that told me he was taking a piss inside me. We hadn’t talked about this, which only made it hotter for me. As soon as he was done pissing, he started fucking me again. This time he came quicker, but the obscene sounds from my hole and the wet mess that was coming from it made it even hotter and when he came I once again felt every squirt of cum. Satisfied, he pulled out and replaced his cock with the butt plug I’d left on the bed next to me, then zipped up and left without another word. He texted me after on Sniffies that he’s free again tomorrow. So now I’m laying in bed, with two of his loads and what feels like a gallon of his piss plugged up and I cannot fucking wait to let him use me again.

PartyandBreed - Please please please don’t leave Daddy hanging. We all need more of this story and you know what Daddy needs.

As a plumber I do work in an apt building in the arts district that is heavily gay. One black guy there I knew was gay but never made any moves. I get a work order for his apt, set up an appointment and go as scheduled. Knock on the door....NO answer. Use my master key, go in and announce I'm there. Hear the Tennant say ok...come on down. Go down stairs to the bath room and the Tennant comes out of the bedroom in just boxers with a hard dick showing through. I go in the bathroom to check the toilet when another guy comes out in the same state. I do the minor repair, announce its fixed and say going to test it. I undo my pants and slide em down so my ass is out and pee. The Tennant comes to the bathroom door still in just boxers and says...Oh My!. I said....What? He says....nice ass! I say bet yours is too, I saw that nice hard dick showing through when I came in. He looses his boxers, I start taking things off when his friend comes out of the bedroom, sees what's going on and looses his boxers. His friend says...you were right. Now all naked, I walk over put an arm around each one, kiss both and say...let's fuck. The Tennant admits they set it up hoping I would play. 2 hrs later I leave with 2 loads in my ass and mine in the Tennant. We fucked several times after that often with a different 3rd guy till the Tennant moved.

Chapter III. I excused myself to take a piss, knowing that Adam’s POZ cock was about to get much closer to my boy’s raw hole. I made my way to the door and looked back. Of course my boy’s head was turned to Adam, staring at his cockhead peeking out of his jeans. He never saw me open and close the door, then hide behind a stack of boxes. Within seconds, my boy spun around and dove onto that POZ cock. He tugged at Adam’s jeans, popping buttons all the way down, and freeing that big beautiful uncut dick. Adam’s cock was so long that it reach up to his navel before his jeans were unbuttoned, and now stuck out at least 10” from his body. My boy swallowed every inch down to the root. Adam still had has camera in hand and was clicking away. "Better pull off that thing," he smirked, adding "Spin back around so your man doesn’t see you in this position, at least not unless he wants to." He looked up and over towards the stack of boxes. I suspected he knew I was still in the room! I reached for the door and opened it just as my boy swung back around. Adam’s cock was still hanging out, dangling right over my boy’s hole. I approached slowly, transfixed, as I watched a pearl of precum slowly leak out of Adam’s POZ cock and drip ever-so-slowly down and land right on my boy’s asshole. I knelt in front of my boy as he slurped my dick down to the root. I leaned forward and spread my boy’s cheeks. Adam snapped away as I worked that pearl of POZ precum into my boy’s ass. I fingered his ass as my boy moaned on my dick. Adam’s oozing cock was inches away from my boy’s ass as I kneaded his cheeks and worked my fingers in and out, getting him prime, loose and ready to take this stud’s raw POZ cock. I was on the verge of blowing my load down my boy’s throat as I reached out and wrapped my hand around Adam’s manhood. Every moment was captured by the camera as I guided that raw toxic cock into my boy’s hole. Adam thrust slowly forward as his foreskin pulled back. Every inch disappearing into my boy’s ass was rewarded with moans of pleasure from the three of us, and clicks of the camera. My boy gagged on my dick and pulled off to catch his breath. He smiled up at me, ‘I’m finally doing it. Taking POZ cock raw!’ I smiled and nodded to him. Adam began rocking back and forth driving his cock deeper and deeper into my boy with each thrust. He pulled away from the camera and handed it to me, nodding as he did so. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this to happen, encouraging it even. I took the camera and started shooting. I moved around the sofa as Adam began pile-driving my boy’s ass. Adam’s pace quickened as his breath got more shallow. I knew he was close, and I leaned in as he bottomed out inside my boy, firing off, shooting his toxic load deep into my boy’s gut. I could see his balls clenching again and again, breeding my boy. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving my boy’s ass wide open. I could see white globs of POZ cum start to ooze out. Adam smeared the seed onto his hand and then onto my dick, leading me forward. He took the camera and began shooting as I entered my boy’s slack cummy silky hole. I knew I was working that POZ seed deeper into my boy’s hole, and that sent me over the edge in mere moments. It felt like I came a gallon, relishing the feeling of Adam’s POZ cum slipping over my raw cock, flowing deeper and deeper into my boy’s ass. I caught my breath as I realized that the camera had stopped clicking and the sound had been replaced by clapping. My boy and I heaved as Danny and Sam approached, both naked and hard. Adam patted us both on the back as he leaned forward to kiss Danny and Sam. "You boys finished, or do you want to keep this party going?" My boy grinned and smiled at me as he said, ‘I knew their plan would work!’ Only then did I realize that they had planned the whole thing. Danny started to arrange me on my knees beside my boy, both of us leaning on the back of the sofa with our asses prone. Sam slid up behind me as Danny eased up behind my boy. ‘You fuckers ready to take some more POZ cock!?!’ My boy leaned over and kissed me hard as Danny and Sam fingered our holes. When we pulled apart, we both answered with a breathless ‘Fuck yeah!’

You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

I got a hard on from your experience!

I find that both older and younger guys bring something different to the table and both are equal in my eyes. I don’t have a specific type never have. If I find you attractive and we wanna fuck we’re fucking. Doesn’t matter if you need viagra or not. Sometimes a gummer is better that being cheese grated.

Don’t forget to lube 😉

I can usually cum 2 or 3 times. If its a really good connection I've done as many as 5 over a few hours.

The mosquitos in the forest were unbearable so we walked to the open field and let the sun warm our bodies. I had been hiking, or I guess “hiking” in a too-small tank top and a pair of thin teal nylon shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The outline of my black cock cage was clear to anyone who glanced downward. He had followed me from the parking lot into the woods, where we sized each other up before the buzzing and biting drove us into the open. Beside the trail he lifted my tanktop and started working my nipples, gently at first, then harder before forcing his tongue into my mouth. He knew exactly how to work me into a sexual frenzy. My cock strained in the cage as I moaned and felt the front of his jeans for his cock. My hand rubbed against a rapidly hardening 8 inches that he soon set free. I fell to my knees and shoved a bottle of poppers under my nostrils, huffing deeply and feeling the aroma work its magic. I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, worshiping his manhood and admiring the girth. Slowly I swallowed the head and began impaling my head on his shaft until I hit my gag reflex. I pulled myself off and began bobbing and sucking, my mouth hungry for a creamy load. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a quiet voice telling me to stop, he didn’t want to cum too soon. I stood up and felt his fingers on my nipples and his tongue invaded my mouth again, working me into a frenzy. He pushed my shorts down and looked at the black cage trapping my cock. His hand tugged on it then felt my full balls. Pulling my tank top off he turned me away from him, working my nipples and kissing my neck. I hit the poppers again as his cock bumped against my ass and slid down, past my taint, hitting my balls. I started grinding against him, enjoying everything this man was giving me. He whispered in my ear how horny he was and that he wanted to take me home to use me hard on his bed. I took a third deep inhale of poppers when I felt his thick cockhead bump into my hole. I moaned as his hands slid to my hips and he pulled me onto him. I gasped, my hole offered no resistance after I had been abusing it all morning with my Mr Hankey’s toy. Even his thickness had no trouble sliding into my gape. As his cock jammed into my prostate I came to my senses. I had never seen this person whose bare manhood was now deep in me. I moaned “stop” as he started sliding out then pulled my hole onto him. “Just a few thrusts”, he said, his hands gripping my hips tightly and driving me onto him. I squirmed but his grip tightened, his thrusts became more forceful. I moaned for him to stop again but he only replied with grunts and more thrusting, increasing in power each time I moved. I could feel my ass surrendering to his powerful cock, letting it take whatever it wanted or needed from me. My mind was a confused haze of lust, amyl, and frightened surrender. My brain was trying to find a way to stop, to get me to my knees, then take his load in my mouth. Suddenly I felt him impale my hole balls deep and let out a groan. His seed was being unloaded inside me. I was being marked as his slut. He pulled out, slapped my ass cheek and grunted thanks. My eyes followed his departing shape then focused beyond him. A couple walking their dogs was standing down the trail, watching me.

Couple of thoughts. From my read, it seems you have not actually experienced what you are writing about? I.e., you have pretty much been exclusive with one FB? i suggest there is a difference between imagined desire and reality, and until you actually experience the multiple cocks you imagine, you won't really know the "who you are" part. Right now, it doesn't seem you are a 'cum dump," it's a desire or fantasy, not an actual reality. You have an exclusive relationship with one Man who breeds you about every other day, and you are not satisfied by that. Do you feel you have identified what it is about being with a Man that feeds your need/desire? Is it purely physical. i don't believe it ever is, but i think some try to restrict it to physical only and sort of hide from the emotional/psychological reasons that drive them. i find a lot of guys never dig in and figure out what is driving their needs/desires, and end up feeding them generally instead of specifically. It may be you can get what you need/desire from a couple of FB's, or you may find you're at the other end and never want to be fucked by the same guy twice. So, my two considerations would be: try to understand more specifically what and why you want/need with another man/men, and secondly step in vs jump in. You don't really know till you try, but it doesn't have to be an all or nothing decision or process. From where i sit, you've already identified your main "mental hurdle" right now, it seems to be the two year relationship you have with the Man breeding you. That kind of arrangement seems very one sided to me. He is not exclusive, but wants/expects you to be? In a sense, he is doing/getting what you want, but restricting you from doing the same.

So a few years ago I was at a friends party. We were all drinking in the kitchen and this smoking hot woman walked in. We got talking and moved into the living room and danced the night away. At the end of the night we left together going back to her place. the taxi ride home we kissed, got to her apartment and got into her room now she dropped to her knees pulled my cock out and began to give me the best blow job of my life cupping my heavy full balls in her hand, taking me all the way down her throat she sucked me like she was trying to suck the spunk straight out my balls. Then she pushed me on the bed and began to strip for me she had amazing tits fake but amazing non the less she was down to her panties, she pulled my jeans off and opened my shirt. Kissing around my neck, licking my nipples kissing down my belly she looks up I want you baby she tells me she pulls down her panties spins round and suddenly her thick 8 inch cock is in my mouth, both of us sucking each other wow this was amazing then she tells me come on baby fuck my pussy she is on all fours I reach for you jeans pull out a condom, she takes it throws it across the room no I want you all the way baby. i smile I begin eating her beautiful smooth ass out. I push inside her my balls hitting that tight ass my cock already throbbing from her tightness suddenly she pulls off pushes me on my back and sits on my cock ridding me as she wanks her cock, holding her hips driving her downwards as I push up ward. She looks at me tell me baby tell me suddenly I’m ready to explode I fill her tight hole with my thick creamy load, oh baby you bad bad boy she says smiling. She stands over me as my spunk drips down her legs, she drops between my legs quickly sucking my dick again licking my hole suddenly she grins my turn wam she has my legs over over her shoulders and thrusts deep inside me, my cock stands straight on end. She pushes her tongue into my mouth she is now grinding herself deep inside me getting faster and faster, then she lets Out a moan daddy take mummy’s load my god she drives her thick heavy load deep inside me. She rolls off me now pulls me back on top I pump her again then she screws me. She then kisses me as she blows another load into me. She gets up walks to the bathroom she smiles at me as I notice her toxic tattoo on her hip and scorpion on her Calve, your pregnant now boy xxxx

I have this mental image every time I see this thread ..... There's a beauty parlor somewhere, with ladies sitting under those huge, egg-shaped hair dryers, other employees (I think they're called beauticians?) fiddling and filing on their fingernails, painting their faces, blah blah blah. And then there's a door to another room in back, where the naked boys are bent over a long, padded bench, not to get fucked, but to have their Holehair trimmed into the fashion of the day. The busy gossiping is the same as in the ladies room up front, but the subject matter is something like "oh - that 'do' makes your Hole look fat !!! Or too skinny !!! Or, that 'style' makes your Hole look so hotttttt - but the color needs adjusting to match your chest or armpits .... or contrast with them ...". Or, or, or. And in some fuckjoint, tubs, backroom, it won't make one bit of difference to the Cocks Breeding in those Holes.

My first t-girl was a friend I never knew that she was trans she and I later told me that she was trans 🏳️‍⚧️ and the next day she saw me and asked me to do her and become her boyfriend that night we had sex it was great it soon became a weekly date and started me into gay sex she introduced me to her gay friends and I was opening up to soon wanting to be gay but in those days I was afraid about getting hiv and aids now I’m poz and she helped me with later coming out Coming out of the closet

Was a safe top all through the 90's. Had a lingering wish to try bottoming, but I guess I was too afraid I would like it. Around 2010, I finally got the courage to try bottoming on the old Craigs List. Totally wrapped up dicks for the first several years. At first it would just be one hook up a night. I lived near a university and I started inviting more than one college student to come, bring a friend, roommate, etc. 1 cock became 2 and 2 became 4 or 5 a night. Still all safe. A few years into bottoming, I talked myself into the idea that I was taking no real risk if I let the college boys breed me, so I started making it their choice. Surprising number of them wanted to fuck me raw. And I loved it. On a weekend, late at night after their dates hadn't put out, I'd have a stream of horny students coming by to load my hole. After the first guy, it was cum lubed all the way. I started to get a reputation on campus. And I started to lose control and become less discriminating. One of the campus maintenance guys answered my ad and even though he wasn't particularly young, he was hung huge, so I let him breed me, even though I was nervous. I loved his cock and the sense of added danger, so when he suggested he pimp me out, I said yes. The first time he did it, he lined up about 8-10 guys, all of them seasoned barebackers, older guys who had been around. I only saw a few of their faces, since I was often blind folded. I knew I was playing with fire now, but my ass was overruling my brain. I started craving bare cock. CL wasn't enough, so I started spending full 8 hour shifts at Midtowne Spa and Flex Spa, ass up, all fours, taking cock after cock. My specialty became sucking guys in the glory hole booths and then quickly turning around and sliding my pussy on their cock before they even knew they were barebacking. A few pulled out, but most stayed in and came in my ass. For the past 10 years, its been bareback only and I never looked back.

For my first couple years of being sexually active i fucked safe because i was young (in my late teens) i assumed it was normal. My first barebacking experience was when i had just turned 20, it was a random hookup with a much older guy. At that point i had never been with a guy a few years older than me. I met him in a bar, it was late and my friends had left to go home but i wanted to continue drinking. While i was at the bar ordering a drink a 45ish year old guy stepped to my side and offered to buy me that drink. We sat down at the table and he mentioned he noticed my friends had left, we joked about them being soft for not partying more etc. He mentioned he was meeting another guy at the bar but he didn't show up and asked if i was in the mood for more drinks and some fun at his house. I was having a great night out, i was fairly drunk and still buzzing so thought why not.. We caught a taxi to his house, when we walked in he grabbed me a beer, handed it to me and kissed me on my cheek. I looked at him and kissed him back. We undressed while kissing and i looked down at a perfect thick shaven cock. I dropped to my knees and started to suck. His cock sprung out to around 8" fully erect. We walked into the bedroom and he asked me to get onto my hands & knees exposing my hole. He tongue fucked me and rimmed my hole for a decent amount of time. I was so glad i cleaned myself before heading out just incase i got lucky. 😂 He asked would i like to fuck raw or with a rubber and i replied "rubber please." He put a rubber on, lubbed my hole more and started to push in. It was like taking a my dildo being so thick. After a short time he managed to be balls deep. He lay ontop of me and asked if have i ever taken a raw cock in my ass. I said no i hadn't. I got the impression he got excited by that comment because he just lay on top of me without moving and started talking & whispering in my ear. "You should try bare, it feels amazing, nothing like what a rubber feels like." "Its much more enjoyable and intimate" "You can feel the veins of my thick cock against your insides" "Its very natural to fuck raw, alot hotter too" "Think of the passion we will have in this beautiful moment" He said all of this while he basically had me pinned down, i was caught off guard with his words, he said it like a professional and knew how to get me excited. He withdrew from my hole, slipped the condom off and said let me slide in once raw, if you dont like it i'll put a condom back on. I was still abit stunned but very aroused at the same time, i didnt say anthing and all of a sudden i felt the head of his cock slide in. Straight away he asked me how does it feel which i replied "amazing" he thrusted in & out then back in and stopped then whispered in my ear "let me know if you want me to stop or pull out, it feels fantastic doesn't it. I just nodded my head as he started to thrust in & out again more frequently. He flipped me onto my back put my legs over his shoulders and picked up the pace. Finally he kissed me as i felt his cock throb, i knew he was cumming in me. He withdrew again and i felt his cum run out my hole. He kissed me again and said i hoped i enjoyed it. Well to this day i have NEVER touched a rubber again.

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…