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I’ve been involved in several different sorts of arranged group sex events, on the organizing/hosting side, from small, home-based gatherings to monthly meetups in a (semi)public venue. The one thing I would say that all these things have in common, from a hosting perspective, is that being the host means you are absolutely not just another participant. Someone has to be in charge and responsible in order for everyone else to be able to let loose and enjoy. Someone has to have his finger on the pulse of the event, watching what goes on, anticipating problems before they become problems, meeting needs before the people are aware they need them. This isn’t to say that the host can’t have fun too, and get in some play, but the host’s first responsibility has to be in making sure everyone else’s experience goes well. The host is the oil that lubricates the whole event. The host is the one who, for instance, notices the guy who isn’t getting any play and makes it his business to see that he does, whether by tending to it himself or facilitating connections. If this sounds a lot like work, it’s because it’s a lot like work, and you may not get to play in the same way as your guests - but you’ll be setting yourself up for a potential network of reciprocal invitations that can be very much worth your time and effort.

So with that I decided to put his mind at ease for now and confirmed that I thought he was wise, never mix business and pleasure, then I asked if he wanted to stop so he could be considered for the job, or just have some fun. With the puff hitting him he was quick to decide on continuing to have fun and I decided I would try to have my way with him anyway, so I put the pipe to his mouth again and gave him another big lung full, then encouraged the passionate kiss as we shotgunned. My free hand started to explore his body, running down his back and finding his tight bubble butt, then I took the pipe directly again and as I kissed it to him inserted my hand inside his pants discovering a fuzzy little bubble butt... And was pleased when his hands started rubbing my hardening package. I reached for the drawer to my desk again and pulled out a box of little blue pills... Smiled at him and said at my age a little help was needed and that sometimes the puff screwed things up, but this would make sure he got as much of my big cock as he wanted. He looked in the drawer and saw my lube, noting he hadn't ever seen silicone lube before, I explained it felt better and lasted longer, less sticky, then he picked up my open box of condoms... I'm pleased you have some of these he smiled. I grinned back, knowing that the reason the box was open is that I'd tampered with them all just in case a bottom insisted on safe, and agreed I always kept them on hand, need to be safe. I decided to ask him his status and if he was clear, he confirmed yes and when he asked if I was clean I confirmed. I always keep clean, that doesn't mean I'm not hiv poz and undetectable. The puff had brought out every dirty thought... I'm gonna plant my seed in this boy whether or not he wants it. After a couple more good puffs I started talking dirty... Yeah boy you wanna be daddies hot little fag boy cock sucker? Wanna get down between those legs and taste that tool? He eagerly got down on his knees between my legs as I sat in my office chair and rubbed my buldge now staring at it... Lean in and take a deep sniff boy... I instructed as I guided his head down. He happily did so and the moan of pleasure as he breathed out was a real turn on... This boy loves cock and manly scents. You want to unpack it boy? Yes please daddy... A thrill went down my spine with the word daddy and my cock throbbed. I instructed him to undo my belt then the top button, then slowly unzip the fly, then he could reach in and expose my cock, I was going commando today and that paid off as his sounds of amazement at my size and girth stroked my ego and labido. Wow I'm a very lucky boy... He said as I guided his head down, making it clear it was time for him to start sucking my fat tool. His young hot mouth felt so good and eager, he clearly enjoyed it when I took control, so putting aside the pipe, I put both hands on his head and began to push him down further and further. Taking a hold of him, guiding him up and down, each stroke deeper, each stroke more firm. Yeah faggot watch those teeth, suck daddies big cock, good boy, you love it don't you. He moaned in affirmative and I roughly pushed him down until my cock pushed at his throat and he began to gag. Yeah boy gag on that cock. I growled as I thrust his willing head down over and over. I pulled from my drawer some poppers, put them under his nose and barked at him to breath deeply, he did as he was told and I followed telling him to hold it in while I took a sniff, then let him breath out as I began to fuck his face more furiously. This kid was loving it, born little cock worshiping slut. Finally I let him up as he showed signs of being at the edge of panic and as he caught his breath I grabbed the pipe, putting it to his mouth and instructing him to hold it in this time and use my cock to Cork it. Soon enough I was balls deep in his mouth, holding clouds in his lungs and taking him to the edge. Then as I slowly let him up I instructed to breath out slowly, would watch the clouds come out around my shaft, and quickly cork it again, repeating until his lungs were again empty. When I let him up fully his first words were thank you sir. We repeated that a couple more times until I was too damn horny and needed more. Tonight would be a fun night

"Glad you liked the lube. That's all you're getting that isn't my cum, baby." I could do nothing but moan like a slut. Moan like a slut I did, as if the last vestiges of manhood were leaving my body as we impaled me with his BBC. The more he thrusted and impaled me, the more I sounded like a female porn star. My moans got higher pitched and more fem. My cock was flapping around, semi-hard, slapping against me. You could hear the squelching sounds every time he pumped me. I could a little of his piss leak out every time he pulled out and pushed back in. After 15 minutes of being carry-fucked, he roughly laid me down on the bed. He pulled out completely to survey the damage so far. My hole was battered and bruised and gaping wide. He looked at it saw some red colored liquid leaking out. I could hear a satisfied grunt from him. With that he threw my legs on his shoulders and blasted his monstrous BBC into my bruised and gaping hole. I let out a whorish moan as he slammed his cock into me. He kept whispering in my ear how he was going to impregnate me. How I was going to carry his babies, then I was going to carry his buddies' babies, and so on. I was so turned on and horny, I didn't notice I had cummed hands free. I had a "sissygasm". I had cummed all over my chest and pubic hair. I didn't care at that point, I was in a state of horny bliss as my hole was being pounded into oblivion and my prostate was being pounded as well. "Ooooooooooh fuck yes, my slutty whore of a son. Take it!" Rex moaned. I moaned as he flipped me on my belly and continued to pound me prone bone. Then moved me to all fours and kept on drilling me. "Mmmmmmmm, I am close, son. How do you want to take it? Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? Doggy?" he asked in a moan. On my back like a true slut, I responded. At this point, I felt mindbroken by how many orgasms I had. I lost count. Rex deftly flipped me on my back, still balls deep in me, grabbed my hips, and started pounding with reckless abandon. I came again and again as his strokes got more and more harder, faster, and wilder. I moaned loudly. He roared as he pumped a few more times then slid all the way to the base of his monstrous BBC. I came one final time simultaneously, except little dribbles of cum only came out of me. We made out as his cock was still unloading his DNA into me. It was like a bottle of cum was dumped into me. We broke off the kiss and he surveyed his conquest. His cum flowed out of me despite his cock still inside me, tinged with blood. "You are now pregnant with my babies. But I have a surprise for you and your last neg load." All I could was smile giddily and moan whorishly. "Let me make a call..." Rex said as me pulled his BBC out from me. I moaned whorishly again as I watched his call someone. (to be continued in the straight/bi fiction section)

I cheat. It’s my absolute biggest turn on ever. I love knowing some other guys raw dick is in my hole about to shoot a huge load in me. Or I love breeding a guy raw. Then going home and having my husband use my wet hole or suck my dick clean without knowing where it’s been. Recently, I’ve been getting my husband involved in some side play. Don’t get me wrong. He doesn’t cheat. I know he doesn’t for a fact since I’ve gone through his phone and he makes it very clear if we play, it’s always and only together. So some of my side buddies and I have been talking. We love fucking and wanted to get my husband involved. I’ve never been hornier knowing I’ve been bred by these guys and now my husband is getting bred or breeding them without ever knowing I’ve given or taken loads with them multiple times in the past. It’s so hot watching my husband get filled. I love fucking him with someone else’s cum in his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and want to join sometime DM me.

The following story is a true recollection of events which actually happened 2 weeks ago. If I’m honest, it’s taken a couple of weeks to sort everything out in my head. It was an epic session and it pushed me way beyond what limits I thought I had. To set the scene, it was 2 days after my 44th birthday. I’m a slightly chubby(ish) middle aged bottom, with dreams of being used as a cumdump. I live in a sleepy little town somewhere on continental Europe, where there is no action for miles and miles around me. I’m in a long term relationship with a woman, but we stopped having sex 4 years ago when she hit the menopause. I’m on prep, but given that I’m in a dead bedroom, there’s zero chance of passing anything on to her. I’ve always been bi, and have always found getting fucked by guys way more fun that sex with women. I was visiting friends in London, and a fuck bud hit me up. He knows about my situation, knew it was my birthday, and wanted to know if I fancied a birthday gangbang. Who was I to say no? He’s also the only guy I’ve ever done chems with, having been the first guy to ever offer me G&T. As long as I pulled out my phone every now and again to check MS Teams, work would think I’m online but in meetings, so the next day (Friday), I rocked up to his around lunchtime. He welcomed me into his place, and we went through to the living room to have a drink and a chill before everything started. As I entered the room I was greeted by the site of another slim, hairless guy in just his pants (we’ll call him A) but with a massive bulge in his pants. I could immediately tell that this was going to be a strenuous day for me. A was on the phone arranging some business, but we waved at me to say hi as my friend took me out to the balcony for a smoke. Turns out that A was a dealer and had brought a crap ton of party supplies for us. My mate and I sparked up some cigarettes, and he apologised to me, that somethings had come up, and whilst there would be a procession of guys to dump loads in me, some of them couldn’t get out of work at the same time, so it would be a staggered experience. I was just grateful that my friend had managed to put together anything at all. A finished his call and we went to the sofa. I stripped down to my jock strap and we all sat on the sofa. We all had a shot of G, and then the pipe came out. We started blowing clouds and catching up/got to know each other. I told A that this only my 3rd time on chems, and to be honest whilst it was fun, I never really the experiences that I’ve read about on here. Yeah I was relaxed, and there was a strong desire to get fucked, but it had always been less than I’d expected. My friend hates needles, and had asked that we don’t slam in his flat, but everything else was fair game. A asked if I’d ever had a booty bump, and I said yes, but as my friend is top, and only really smokes it, we didn’t really know what we were doing, and we’re probably far more conservative with the stuff that necessary. A’s eyes lit up and he started smiling. He said that he had to pop out for an hour, but when he got back he’d mix some bumps for me that I should appreciate. A headed out and my friend and I went to the bedroom. He put some porn on and I devoured his 8 inch cock. Turns out he was the smallest cock of the day. We alternated between blowing clouds and then sucking his dick. Eventually he laid me on my back with my legs in the air. I braced myself for the initial pain/discomfort that normally comes when the first dick goes in, only this time he just slipped in. The G&T clearly helped. Over the next hour my mate had me in multiple positions. He really went to town on me and I was loving just being his fuckhole. In the distance I heard the front door open and A calling out that he was back, then my friend asked me if I was ready for my first load of the day. I was on my knees and started squeezing was what left of my anal muscles on his cock as unleashed the contents of his balls into me. We laid back on the bed recovering for a moment, then he handed me the pipe and said he was going to see what A was up to. I just laid on the bed for a while, toking on the pipe and watching porn whilst feeling then cum slowly drip out of me. My mate reappeared carrying a small tray with 3 syringes filled with liquid. The booty bumps had finally appeared. He administered the first one and asked me if I was ready for round 2. We went into the living room to see A back in his pants, and that he’d brought another guy with him (who we shall call B, because I’m imaginative). B was naked and stroking a massive cock which at half mast was already getting on for 9 inches. As it was the only exposed cock, I quickly got on my knees in from of B and started giving him a friendly “hello” blowjob. As his cock grew in my mouth I began to really hope that the chems would kick in soon, as otherwise I was in serious trouble. I sat up on the sofa as we did another round of hellos. It was over an hour since the last G so we did another shot with B. A asked me if I was having fun before pulling his own cock out. It was a thick beast, and I couldn’t help myself. I got on my knees and started sucking it for a good 5 minutes. They then told me to get on my knees on the corner of the L shaped sofa. A and B started pushing their fingers inside me, commenting on how wet I was and that my friend must have shot a huge load in me. A leans over the sofa and puts the pipe in my mouth. B is standing behind me, slapping his dick over my hole. Then he slides himself in. I thought he was going to be gentle after the first couple of strokes, but he then started testing if I could take a pounding of not, alternating between hard and fast, deep strokes, and slower stokes going the full length of his cock. For anybody keeping count of time, it’s about 20/25 minutes since the booty bump. My first proper booty bump with what I later found out was 0.2g of T. A wave just washed over me. A rush that I’d never had before. Concentration on anything other than the cock inside me was impossible. I also began sweating like I was in a sauna. Getting words out was impossible. A and B knew exactly what was going on, as they were watching the physical change in me. I then started pushing my arse back into B’s cock. The harder he fucked, the more I slammed myself into him. I started clenching my ring around his cock, trying to milk it for that creamy goodness. A offered me the pipe, but I was so damn high I began to worry about having had too much. I just buried my head into the cushions and let whatever was going to happen to me take place. B pulled out and A slammed his cock into me. This wasn’t just a forceful entry, this was a full on slam fuck. He was brutal. No mercy, just slamming into my hole as hard and as fast as he could. It didn’t hurt. The small part of my brain that wasn’t high and was just watching me with curiosity was amazed that whilst I was moaning, groaning and begging for more cock, my body was registering the feeling as just an extreme fuck, but it was not painful at all. Or at least, the sensations were not registering the feelings as pain. I do not know how long he was fucking me for. Time was an abstract concept. I do remember that A called out he was going to cum. He pulled out for moments and then slammed it in to the hilt. I just laid there panting and being a generally sloppy mess. He slapped me on my arse and said “don’t worry, I can cum several times”. A pulled out, and was immediately replaced by B who wasn’t going to be outdone by A. This next slam fuck actually left me with a slightly bruised arse. It was insane what he was doing. This isn’t hyperbole, I’ve seen the video they made. I honestly can’t believe that not only was I taking it in my stride, but I was asking for more. Again, after an unknown amount of time B let out a roar and thrust all the way into me. He then pulled out and flopped down on the sofa next to me, still stroking his cock. I just laid there for a moment, panting and trying to make sense of what just happened, but then I leaned over to my left and sucked B clean. I too then flopped down on the sofa (after asking for a towel to catch the cum dripping out of me). A was laughing his head off, asking me how my first “proper” booty bump was. We then all had a bit of a hydration break, smoking cigarettes and chatting. All of a sudden my friend gets a message on his phone. The last 2 guys are on their way. He then showed me a picture of a huge black cock. This was one of the guys on their way. A told me to lift my legs in the air and after fingering my cummy hole for a bit, he pushed the next syringe in and emptied it. I’ll be honest, I was terrified about how I would react to it, but I was also horned up, it passed very quickly. Suddenly, my friend bends me over a stool he has and A quickly slides in. He’s not pounding as hard as before (seeing as it’s been at least an hour now since my last pounding), but it doesn’t take him long to get up to speed. This fuck is just another warm up apparently, and he blows another load inside me working 10 or so minutes (4th load of the day if anybody is counting). B then is right back there again, and he’s still in punishment fuck mode. The T hits hard again, and B blows his load once more. Making good on his promise, A calls out “me again” and dives in. I’m moaning like a bitch, and I’m sweating so much the fabric cover on the stool is soaked. Despite my focus on the cock inside me, I look up at some point to see 2 mountains of black men, naked and both stroking cocks that would normally scare the crap out of me. A blows a load again and the black guys start feeling the cum in my hole as I clean A’s cock. My friend asks if we should move to the bedroom. At this point I’m so spun I just do as I’m told. A and B both say goodbye as they have to go. And I’m then just roughly thrown on the bed and told to get on my knees. At this point, things are becoming a bit of a blur. I couldn’t tell you exactly what order things happened in, but I do know that the next hour or 2 included DP, several loads and one more booty bump. I was asked to put on a mask at one point, and it turns out that half of the fuck with the two bbcs was streamed on a Zoom room (hence the mask). At the end of it, I remember that we all went into the living room and had some food delivered. I was still coming down but I was at least making sense by then. It was remarked upon just how much of a cummy mess I was. All in all, I apparently got 11 loads that evening. I left around midnight, and got an Uber back to where I was staying. The next day was spent with the Godson and his family, trying my very best to hide just how hard the cum down was. Around lunchtime, I got a text from my friend, asking if I would potentially be up for it again that evening. I was….. however that will be another story

The concern about long-term effects of taking these drugs is real, and they do have a harsh effect on the body’s systems. My doctor just changed me off Biktarvy onto Juluca out of a concern that Biktarvy might be causing a deterioration in my kidneys, which could be made worse because Biktarvy doesn’t play nice with the Metformin I take for Type 2 Diabetes, which I never had until I started taking AIDS meds. The good news, sir, is that this medication will save your life. The bad news is that it’s a deadly slow-acting poison. Which pharmacy shall I send the prescription to? No, we don’t know what the results would be of taking these meds for 20-30 years, but the positive thing is that we aren’t going to have to find out. We won’t be taking the same meds in 20 years. We aren’t taking the same meds now that we took ten years ago. I’ve changed medications five times in nine years as my doctors have switched me to take advantage of advances in efficacy and reduction in side effects. In twenty years, treatment of HIV may look entirely different. In 20 years, it may be curable. We can hope, can’t we?

I learned my lesson about engaging in fantasy play with someone you don't really know. Boy did I learn it-- the hard way! Lke most slutty bottoms, I always had a rape fantasy. The details often varied but it always involved me not really seeing the guy's face ever and being "force fucked." Well, I started chatting with a Dom Top on gay.com (back in the day) and confessed this fantasy in one of our conversations. "I can make this happen," he told me. Instantly I boned up, but was also very nervous. I was still a semi-novice bottom at this point and not the full-fledged cum whore I am today. After much more conversation, he convinced me to come over that Saturday evening. I showed up at the door at the appointed time, even 'though I strongly debated chickening-out. Of course. Now I sorta wish I had, but hindsight is always 20/20. I knocked and heard him say "Come in." The motel room was dark, except for the glow of the ember on his cigarette. "You know what to do." I did know because we discussed how things would begin. I was to strip down to my underwear, and put on the hood that would be waiting on the bed. This way I wouldn't see any faces. I did as I was told and sat on the bare mattress. "Good. Now, are you sure you want to be raped tonight boy?" he asked. "I think so, sir." "I'll take the boner in your underwear as a 'yes'. Okay, so this is going to be intense so I'm giving you a "safe word" to use if you feel things are too much beyond what you can handle. The word is 'firetruck'. Got it?" "Yes sir. Firetruck." "Good boy. Now we're going to begin. Roll over on your stomach and lay on the bed." I did as I was told and waited. I heard him rummaging around in a bag and then come back to the bed. I then felt him start to fasten leather cuffs to my wrists. "Um... What's happening? I don't remember any talk about bondage," I asked. "You want a rape scene, boy. For that you need to be restrained. Feeling helpless. Otherwise it's just another fuck." His explanation sounded logical so I went with it. The next thing I knew he was clipping my wrists to restraints at either side of the top of the mattress. He similarly bound my ankles, so after about five minutes I found myself hooded and tied spread eagle on a bare motel mattress. Then he made a call. "Yeah, the stupid fucker actually showed up... Yup, he's all tied up 'n' ready for it. Oh, you're gonna like it. Sweet bubble butt to plow. Oh yeah, bring him too, but he has to go last. I don't want him wrecking that cunt too much before I get in there. Okay. See you soon." Then he hung-up. The room was silent. "Um... We didn't talk about their being others involved either," I said, feeling a bit of panic start to creep up inside. "If you're gonna get raped, might as well be gang raped" he nonchalantly remarked. More silence. My anxiety slowly built-up. All I could hear were the slow drags off of his cigarette and then the noisy exhalation of the smoke. Then he got up and went to the bathroom sink and filled a glass. He came back to the bed and put the glass to my lips. "Here, drink this. You're gonna need it." "What is it?" I asked nervously. "Just water... With a little GHB to relax you." "Firetruck! I don't want to do any drugs." "Suit yourself, but when the boys get here, you are really gonna wish you had listened to me. Besides, I'm not trying to knock you out. What would be the fun in raping you then? It's just enough so you can pretend that you had no control over taking three cocks in your ass." I thought about it a bit-- in for a penny, right? So I tipped my head back and opened my mouth. He fed me the water and I lay my head back down on the mattress. It wasn't long before I could feel the effect of the drug - I felt foggy and lethargic. It was also about that time I heard a car pull up outside. Before I knew it, all three men were in the room. I heard a couple beers crack open. They surrounded the bed and one of them smacked my ass. Hard. "HooWee! You weren't kiddin' about this boy's ass!" Who ever he was, he sounded like a redneck. "Can't wait to fuck it!" "Well, you can have first dibs, cuz you know I like sloppy seconds," said the top who had set-up everything. The third man in a very deep and sinister voice said, "I'm so gonna tear this boy up." He sounded like he might be black. "By the way," the first man said, "His safe word is 'firetruck'." and they all started laughing. Then I heard clothes start to hit the floor. The bed moved under me as I felt someone climb on. My rape scene was going to start very soon and I already felt like things were out of control, but the GHB had done the trick and I felt helpless to resist. The second guy remarked "Fuck I can't wait to bust my nut in this boy hole" and with that he spit violently on my asscrack a couple times, pushing one of his rough fingers into me, working some of the spit inside. He spat a couple more times on my crack, and I felt his cock humping my crack and getting spit slicked, and then positioned his cock head position at my hole. I still had enough of my faculties to mumble out, "Wait...what about a condom?" The cock at my hole paused, and the guy who arranged the rape scene leaned close by my ear. "Now, what kind of a rape would it be if we bothered with condoms?" "You guy's neg?" I asked, on the verge of freaking out. "Don't worry. John here is negative and needs to stay that way for his wife n kids. Now shut the fuck up!" With that John brutally shoved inside my hole. Even drugged up, it hurt. I was only getting fucked with a bit of spit for lube, and John wasn't small. My asshole was burning and he was just jack rabbiting away like a typical married guy. "Fuck yeah, this bitch is TIGHT!" John exclaimed with a hard slap on my ass. "And he ain't gonna get all knocked up like my stupid cunt wife!" "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that," said the deep sinister voice. All the men in the room laughed at that, and John said, "Oh yeah, I forgot you tend to knock bitches up, Big John." "Firetruck," I mumbled. John kept on fucking me. I said "Firetruck" a bit louder this time and this brought a fresh round of laughter. "I think this cunt just asked for my load, huh guys?" John said. And suddenly he was grunting loudly and I knew he was cumming up my ass. He finished quickly and then pulled himself out of my hole. "Damn that was fine! Now bitch needs to clean my dick for me." I felt him switch around the bed to be beside my head. I kept my mouth closed tightly, but then was slapped hard across the face, stunning me. "You do as your told, boy!" the lead guy said. "And if you even THINK about trying to bite his cock, we will beat you so bad you will wish you'd never been born." I nodded, and with my cheek on fire I opened my mouth and accepted John's cock so I could suck him clean. While sucking, I felt another guy assume the position behind me. John pulled out of my mouth, and before the next cock assault could begin I said, "Firetruck!" From behind me, the lead guy said, "By now you must realize that that isn't gonna work." "But you said....." The leader laughed. "You stupid faggot! That was just so that you wouldn't put up much of a fight! What the fuck fun would it be to rape boy ass if the boy got to stop the scene? No, you wanted a rape fantasy. We're giving you rape reality." I remember thats when I started crying, which didn't deter the scene in the least as the second guy unceremoniously started fucking me. His cock was bigger than the first, but at least there was some slick wetness in my ass from John. He didn't fuck as harshly either. He lay his full weight on top of me while he slowly worked in and out of my ass. I could smell his cigarette breath as he grunted with each thrust. I started to beg him to just hurry up and finish but he just laughed. "Oh no, boy. I like to take my time. I want you to remember this fuck-- my weight on top of you. How my uncut cock feels sliding in and out of your hole. And how it feels when I dump my swimmers inside you." It felt like he fucked me for a long time, but eventually he said, "You ready for my load, boy? And just so you know, I ain't never been AIDS tested. But I mostly fuck stupid neg cunts like you so you probably ain't got nothin' to worry about." "Firetruck," I whispered. And with that I felt his cock throb inside me and knew his load was now mixing with John's. He lay on top of me for a couple minutes more, and then let his dick slide out of me slowly. "You're turn, Big John," he said. "Now clean my dick, cocksucker!". I did as I was told while feeling Big John get up behind me. "I'm gonna be nice to your pretty faggot ass and use some lube. Feels better for my dick anyhow." With that I could hear him slathering lube on his cock. He positioned himself at my hole and slowly worked his big cock head inside me. Initially I thought Big John might be a gentle fuck, but then he violently shoved all the way into my ass. I screamed in pain. Even with the lube and the drugs, it felt as if I was being sodomized by a baseball bat. I was gasping for breath, my guts and ass wracked with pain, but Big John didn't move an inch, he just kept me pinned to the mattress. Then I felt his lips by my ear. "I just want you to know, that while these other dudes are probably neg, I'm not," he whispered. "I popped Poz in prison a few years back. Yeah, a bitch I was seeing accused me of rape, even though she had been beggin' for this big dick - 'til I gave it to her too hard. Cunt had me thrown in the pen. Guess I tore up the wrong holes while inside. So now that I'm out, and already done the time, I figure I should actually do the crime." I started full-on bawling at this point, because I knew there was no way to stop what was about to happen. Big John started raping my hole, and I have never prayed so hard for unconsciousness in my life. He fucked hard an with his entire cock-- pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in. And he was so massive that each thrust felt like he was punching through my intestines with a broom handle. My tears were soaking the mattress as snot ran out my nose and down my face, but he just kept fucking while John #1 shouted encouragement. I honestly have no idea how long it lasted, and after awhile I actually just became sort of numb to it and it was like I wasn't even in my body any more. Finally Big John said, "Aww shit, I'm gettin close!" and John #1 said, "Fuck yeah! Breed this stupid faggot's ass!" "Yeah faggot! Take my toxic DNA!" With that Big John blew his Poz fuck juice into my guts, mixing his load with the other two in me. I doubt he ever heard me say "firetruck." "So fuckin hot! I'm gonna shoot another load on this cunt just watching" said John, whereupon I felt warm jets of spunk hit my face and neck. Big John stayed inside me for a long time. Then he announced, "I gotta piss. Think I'm gonna use this faggot ass as my piss bucket." With that he proceeded to release a strong stream urine up my guts. I was completely numb when he finally got done defiling me and pulled out. I vaguely remember being fed another glass of water-- which was evidently again drugged. Within minutes I blissfully lost consciousness. When I awoke, it was nearly dawn. I was alone in the room, restraints and hood gone, naked on a bare, now piss/jizz/blood stained motel mattress with a splitting headache and a raw asshole. All my stuff was exactly where I had left it. I dressed and gingerly made my way to my car and back home. I looked online for my rapist, but his profile had already been deleted. I cried some more- mostly over my stupidity. I asked to be raped, and got exactly what I asked for - and it definitely wasn't fantasy material. And then all I could do was wait to see if I ended-up 'pregnant'.

The weather that afternoon was miserable. Sleet, snow and an ice cold wind blowing down the narrow streets as I made my way from Earls Court tube station to the address I'd been given. Although well wrapped against the cold I was shivering from the cold, or the anticipation I couldn't decide. Probably a little of both. I was a nervous as I could possibly be. I still could change my mind and go home but I'd come this far, not in distance, but in my determination and desire. As I got closer to the address both seemed to be disappearing and the shivering and nervousness increasing dramatically. I turned into King Street and now shacking visibly. If anyone had seen me they would have thought I was going through serious drug withdrawal. I was outside number 72 now, my intended destination. It was a large Edwardian terraced house with half a dozen steps leading up to an imposing front door with peeling green paint and a large brass door knocker. I was here to meet, we'll call them Peter and Paul as to give their real names would be inappropriate. A middle aged married couple who were HIV positive, not on meds and detectable. I had been corresponding over a few weeks after contacting them on NKP. They said they wanted to pass on their genes while they could to men who would be sure to then intern pass it onto to other willing participants. I had been contemplating being converted for a very long time. At first just as fantasy, a fetish, then as time went by a real desire which became stronger and stronger. I started having risky bareback with random guys occasionally then regularly. It had still been a fantasy and afterward felt guilty and regretted I taken the risk. However the more I took the chance the more the desire grew. I was convinced that each time I was tested at the clinic I would be positive. The relief I wasn't was real and yet still the desire was there. The last two times I attended the clinic I was actually disappointed I was still negative. It was after the last test that I decided I wanted to chase properly. Now, outside the address, it wasn't a fantasy anymore. If I used the old brass door knocker and went inside the tatty green door there was no turning back. I used the knocker. The man who answered the door was about my height and incredibly thin. His blue/grey eyes were slightly cloudy, his grey hair was thinning and as he shook my hands I could feel the bones in his fingers. He wore a dark silk dressing gown and I noticed that the front was beginning to tent where his cock would be. "So you really came. Not many do you know. I'm Peter, Paul is upstairs come on up" He was incredibly well spoken with a sleazy twang to his voice. The house inside did not bear any resemblance to how it appeared outside. The interior was very tastefully decorated, although a little dated, with plush carpets, light expensive looking, wooden furniture and as we entered the lounge, a huge black leather sofa and two chairs. Paul was reclining on the sofa and was completely naked. He had a larger built than Peter but was of a similar age. I later leaned Peter was 68 and Paul 66. He was completely shaved and hairless and his cock which was semi hard was about 8". "So, you really came" said Paul, with a similar sleazy upper class accent. "Not many do" At which point Peter laughed and said he'd uttered exactly the same words at the door. Paul said "So, you know there's no going back after this" a his cock jumped a little all the time stiffening. I was still shacking a little with apprehension but the heat of the room was comforting. "I know what I want, I'm desperate to be converted, I've never wanted anything so badly" Peter had moved to the arm of the sofa and sat on it. As he did so, his dressing gown fell to one side and his now fully erect cock was visible. For such a slight man his phallus looked out if proportion with his body. He was at least 9" and thick. "You'd better take your clothes off then" said Paul. "Yes, let's see what we're dealing with" said Peter. I could feel my face reddening but I wanted their cocks badly. My own was stiffening in my tight jeans, so much so it was getting painful. I knew I was a little chubby and purposely removed my jeans first as so as not to have to bend over with my coat and top off as my belly would look worse. They made no comment as I removed my sweater and stood in my briefs. Then Paul said "Come on don't be shy we're going to see alot more of you soon" I dropped my briefs. I was fully hard now as I stood in the middle of the room. Peter stood and walked towards me. "I'll ask you once more and I won't ask again. You want us to poz you, your sure" I felt hot and was sweating and very turned on. I knew it was my destiny and looking at these two waisted men, I knew I wanted them more than anything I have ever wanted. "Yes, I'm positive" Peter laughed "Well hopefully you will be after today" Paul gave a giggle as well. I could see the humour and it made me feel a little more at ease. Peter stroked my cock very lightly underneath and it jerked from the attention. Then moved his hand and slid his finger between my buttocks, leant forward and kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue into mouth. I actually felt a little weak at the knees and completely submissive. Paul came over and took my right hand in his and began leading me out of the lounge and into a bedroom with a super king-size bed in the centre of the room. Both men were fully erect now and clearly ready to breed me. Peter pushed me onto the bed face down. He knelt behind me pulled my legs and my buttocks apart a immediately stuck his tongue in my hole. Paul knelt in front of me and presented his cock to my mouth. It really was beautiful. I eagerly took it into my mouth tasting the salty pre cum. Because I knew it was poz it tasted wonderful. Peter roughly pushed a couple of fingers deep into my hole without any warning. His nails tearing at the soft tissue inside me. I let out a small gasp at the inevitable pain. "No pain, mo gain" said Peter as he repeated the procedure then reached into a bedside cabinet and produced a bottle brush. Paul removed his cock from my mouth and Peter roughly inserted the round brush into me. He quickly pushed it in and out causing a burning pain inside me and bringing tears to my eyes. He did this about a dozen times then removed it. He then held it so Paul and I could see it. The bristles were mostly pink with a few dots of bright red blood on them. "That should be sufficient " said Paul. Peter then grabbed my legs and pulled me downward to the edge of the bed so my knees were on the floor and my body prone on the bed. I was so turned on now. God this is it, this really happening, I'm going to impregnated, bred, pozzed, given the gift. I was surprised to feel a squirt of lube on my hole. I thought they would fuck me dry. It felt cold and wonderful as Peter pushed it inside me with two fingers then three, adding a little more lube as he did so. Then he mounted me. I felt the head of his poz cock push past and stretch my sphincter. He pushed in right up to the hilt as deep as he could, then began fucking me in earnest. Hard and fast. In my minds eye I could see his cock inside me, thrusting into soft, bloody tissue. Paul was encouraging him "That's it give it to him make him ours. Give his our babies" I could sense the excitement in his voice as he watched his partner ruining me. Peter stopped and both of them turned me over so I was now now on my back. Paul pulled me further up the bed by my arms and Peter got between my legs, lifted them onto his shoulders and mounted me again. Sweat was glistening on his AIDS emaciated body as fucked me. He was beautiful. He fucked me like this for at least another ten minutes before it was obvious he was about to ejaculate his sperm, his poz sperm inside me. His face screwed up and he gave one more hard thrust as his sperm impregnated me. In my minds eye I could see individual sperm swimming inside me and finding the small cuts and abrasions. Their tiny tails forcing themselves into my bloodstream, the virus inside them eventually inhabiting every cell in my being. Peter lay on me completely spent. His mouth found mine and we kissed passionately. Paul joined us and the three of us kissed. I felt satisfied, free, complete. *****To be continued**** *****

Even though many people have their HIV well under control, we don't know what's going to happen later. These "miracle cocktail" drugs have only been around for around 20 years or so. What are these drugs going to do to us after another 10 years, or 20, or more? We may keep HIV at bay but no one has taken these "cocktail" drugs for 30 years or longer, yet. These are strong meds and, if not monitored, can be toxic. We don't know if we are going to wind up with a cancer, or organ failure, or whatever. I hope to be around another 30 or 40 years but not if my bones start snapping, or a weird cancer, or lose my mind. I sure as fuck don't want to live like that. I already mentioned that I've noticed I've aged a lot faster than I should after almost 20 years of being poz and on meds. I'm dealing with early disk degeneration (I'm over 2 inches shorter!) and it's quite painful at times. Is it HIV related? Drug related? Was I doomed to have this regardless? We don't know. It's going to take many years of statistics after we're long gone to figure that out. My doctor tried to comfort me and told me when I converted that this disease will not kill me. It will be something else. He's probably right. But that something else may be something we can't imagine at a time not expected.

Despite the availability of various hookup apps/sites that make it somewhat easier to get some raw stranger cum deposited inside you, there are still some glaring limitations with using this process flow: 1. spontaneous immediate breeding is difficult 2. scope limited only to guys online at the time using the same app 3. disclosing willingness to breed/get bred not always convenient to explicitly tie to your profile As a solution, I'd like to propose that we come up with a new secret code for cum lovers to show a wanting to breed/get bred asap? Although we have the 'sex stare' fitting that niche atm, 1) it's not always possible with the context , 2) can be a big question mark sometimes with unclear signalling and 3) its meaning is not only minimally obscured but is also interpreted as really more of a generic amorous interest rather than an urge to inseminate (I think anyways?..maybe I'm just not sex staring the right way). For other examples, the understall shoe tap tap is still a thing, effective but mensroom only. hankycode used to be a thing, but no one carries hankerchiefs anymore..so were handshakes with an inner finger scratch but that was and still is kinda creepy. earrings, tats, hair, clothes...too variable and much of an identity expression. not useful as a clear, functional, specific signal, ie, to breed So, to fit that niche, we need a new secret code! Such a code should ideally function to float your willingness to breed/get bred to your target and check if he's like-minded while also seem discrete and innocuous enough to shrug off so as to not incur any consequences in your impression management as would an explicit convo about the need to breed might. The idea would be to keep the code secret and only tell those that you have bred or have bred you. keep those vanilla condom nazis out of the loop Open to other ideas but to get the ball rolllin, I'd like to propose the greek symbol pi followed by a full stop, or any variation thereof : π . aka (cream) pi hole simple. easy to implement, typable, writable, drawable, accessorizable. on all keyboards, mobile, desktop, mac, chromeos, tablets etc etc. can imitate anytime you use the letter 'n' but with a dot added, is given additional meaning for someone in the know but seem like an inconsequential tidbit for someone not in the know..nuthi𝝿. Even in foreground convo, it's easily worked in as a raspberry pi mention or a nerdy comment or a reply to 'whatcha doing?' - 'eating apple π. ' can incorporate variations in handwritten form as a substitute for the letter n by just making it a bit more squiggly (like a sperm), maybe even barely noticeable arrow markings to designate top or btm? would be a hot surprise to find it somewhere unexpectedly like ...written on your starbucks coffee cup for example, if u wanted an extra shot of cream somewhere else that is 😉 ...or an assignment maybe (for some after class shenanigans ). or on the back of a business card (for the possibility of mixing business w pleasure? w/o anyone else knowing). or a maintenance/repair sign (a clean room for getting dirty in?) . label on a piece of heavy equipment (to lighten your coworker's heavy balls?) It might sound lame but as a relevant example, here in Alberta there's a logo/tag that on first glance looks kinda generic and dismissable but is actually a code for bros that wanna jerk off together and somehow it's more popular than youd expect. So, there's precedent is what im saying, nothing to lose in distorting ur n's from now on and maybe some months/years down the line, some rando discrete dude might possibly spot your weirdly shaped n's with a dot adjacent and wouldnt it be a hoot if we were able to butterfly effect him into filling your day with as much unexpected delight as he would your hole with his impromptu semen? worth it in my opinion! 😬

Work of fiction, none of this is true. As a 33 year old, slim, fem and albeit hairy white man with a cute and bouncy ass, I have been the desire of many an older man. While I am bi, I have been mostly attracted to older men. In fact, I have always been attracted to older bears and chubs. I love getting on all fours, feeling their bare cock slide into my tight hole, and then feeling them drop their belly on my ass as they thrust all the way to the hilt. There is something hot and exciting about getting fucked roughly by someone who has a weight differential of almost two hundred pounds. That makes me moan like a slut in heat taking her first BBC creampie. Tonight, I had an itch that needed to be scratched. After years of taking bare cock in my ass and breeding old pussy, I wanted more. What I wanted was a big black cock to impregnate me. To give me his babies. To poz me. For the last two years I have been chasing have that impregnation with no luck. That is until I found the one. I had been browsing the various silver daddy personal sites and BBRT and received a message from a potential suitor. "Hey there, I love seeing those pictures of your tight ass. It would love good gripping my 12" raw BBC. Here's my contact info, call me. - Rex." Attached to his PM was a picture of a massive black cock. My mouth was watering. I had to finger my hole I was that excited. I quickly called him with the number he left me. "Hello, is this Rex? This is Andy." "Hey there, Andy, it is. How is my sexy white son doing today?" "Horny, Rex." "I can tell baby. Want to come over and get that horniness under control? You can come over now, I'll send you, my address." "On my way, Rex. See you soon." I ended the call and seconds later I received a text from Rex with his address. Tuns out he was only a few blocks away from me. I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out of my apartment. I walked the short distance to his apartment and pressed the buzzer for his place. I heard the door click unlock after I announced I was here. I took the elevator to his floor and walked to his door and knocked. "It's open!" I heard from within the apartment. I walked in, closed the door behind me, and was immediately greeted by a massive human being. A six foot eight-inch tall, massive bear of a black man with a massive cock just dangling between his legs. No sooner did I see Rex did I walk up and start stroking his cock and sucking on his tits. That was about all I could do to greet him at my height (5'8"). "mmmmm hello, Andy. You are even more sexy in person. Why don't you strip down and have a seat on the couch next to me so we can talk." Without saying a word, I stripped out of my clothes with exception of my fem high knee/low thigh socks. The older men I fucked loved me wearing them as they plowed my slutty hole. I sat down next to him, and we started making out and stroking each other's cocks. Compared to his massive BBC, my 7" and thick cock looked tiny. We broke off the kiss but continued to slowly stroke each other. We talked about how old we were, weight, etc. The usual stuff. Now picture the size differential. I am 5'8", 135 pounds fem, hairy, and slim. Rex was 6'8", 315 lbs, with a slight belly. He was built more like a linebacker who had retired and gained more weight. "So Andy, are you a bottom?" "Versatile" "Maybe if you are lucky you will be tonight, but for the most part, you're bottoming tonight." I nodded in agreement. I mean that is why I was there. "Do you take cock bare or covered?" "Bareback. Bare. Raw. No condoms are allowed near my cock or my holes." "Mmmm excellent, baby. Daddy Rex loves that. It's got me at full mast, baby." I moaned as he gave a couple quick strokes to my cock. "How do you take loads?" "In my ass. If you are cumming in my mouth, you are wasting your load and my time." "Fuck yes, baby, I love that. Now then, what is your status?" "Negative, not on PREP." "Ooooooh baby, yes. One final question: are you okay with being fucked by a POZ guy who has a high viral count?" "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't okay with it." He moaned loudly as he lifted me up effortlessly and carried me to his bedroom. We made out along the way. We arrived at his bed in his room, he was still carrying me, my hole being poked and prodded by his massive rock-hard cock. I could feel the head of his cock enter my unlubricated hole. He pinned me up against wall with the cock head inside my hole. I was moaning loudly. Suddenly, I felt something warm in my hole. He was pissing in my hole. My rectum and colon was now filled with his piss. I wantonly wrapped my legs around his midsection as his stream inside me stopped and he started to move my ass up and down on his cock. "Glad you liked the lube. That's all you're getting that isn't my cum, baby." I could do nothing but moan like a slut. (To be continued)

Daryl was on his back while his boyfriend, Peter, fucked him as they usually did a couple times a week. The only thing different, this time, was Brian, watching from a chair, stroking the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. Peter seemed to ignore the hot guy on the chair just a few feet over stroking, as he plowed into Daryl, while Daryl was trying his hardest not to constantly stare at Brian. By this time, Daryl would usually be faking moans so that his bf would finish. Peter was a nice young man and devoted boyfriend, but a horrible fuck. He even had a decent sized cock, Daryl thought, but Peter just couldn't get Daryl off. The chemistry just wasn't right. This time, however, Daryl was moaning with desire as he imagined Brian in place of Peter fucking him deeply. Peter sped up his pace a little as usual before he came, "I'm going to cum" he said. Peter then pulled out and jacked off onto Daryl's smooth belly like he had done dozens of time before. So well-rehearsed; and so boring to Daryl. Daryl faked another complimentary comment "Oh yeah, that was hot. I'm just too nervous to cum right now, I guess." Peter never seemed to care if Daryl came or not. Each fuck session ended the same way. And despite them having their first guest watch them fuck, Peter had a difficult time breaking his routine. "Uggh .. I need to shower. I'll be out in a few" Peter said, and then slipped away to the bathroom. He almost seemed oblivious to Brian even being there. Moments later, the bathroom door closed and the shower was running. Brian's patience was about to pay off. Daryl remembered the conversation they exchanged over e-mail messages as they arranged this. Peter would only agree to having a third person watch them fuck. Brian knew that's all that would likely happen. And since Brian was just going to watch, Daryl and Peter didn't mind Brian being poz. After all, he was just there to watch, so no harm done there. "Did you cum?" Daryl asked his newly-made athletic and hung poz friend. "No," Brian answered, detecting some interest on Daryl's part, "why don't you suck me off real quick while Peter showers." Daryl nearly jumped out of bed, and quickly made his way to Brian's thick tool. He had hoped this moment might present itself, and took advantage of it as quickly as he could. On his knees, Daryl struggled to go down down Brian's shaft. He was too aroused to even worry about Brian's HIV status. "Rules were meant to be broken," Daryl had thought to himself thinking about his own personal rule of not messing around with poz guys. Brian enjoyed his new twink friend gagging on his cock; and felt confident he would get what he wanted next. "Look, I know you don't play with poz guys. But, I can tell how much you want my cock. How about I just fuck you quickly so that you can enjoy it a little. I won't cum up in your ass or anything." Daryl thought for a moment. He had never had a cock as big as this, and the thought of getting fucked while his boyfriend was just down the hall showering, turned him on even more. It was so scandalous; and too delicious a thought for Daryl to not enjoy. He knew of a friend who let a poz guy fuck him, and he was still HIV neg. Fuck it, Daryl thought to himself, I WANT this cock. Daryl answered by moving back to the bed and laying back down on his back. Brian knew time was against them, and moved quickly into position, forcefully spreading Daryl's legs apart and throwing them over his shoulders while he pushed his thick cock into Daryl's already fucked and lubed hole. "It's gotta be quick .. oh FUCK!" Daryl tried not to shout as Brian's thickness entered and stretch his hole tighter than anything he'd ever felt. Thankfully his hole was very well lubed from his prior fuck. "Don't worry, I'll be quick," Brian said as he slid the rest of his girth inside Daryl, "I love how you stared at my cock while Peter fucked you. How's that feel?" "Fuck .. feels so damn good, oh GOD. Fuck me!" Daryl could barely contain the excitement. He was cheating with the biggest cock he ever seen, and letting a poz guy fuck him raw. The guilt and fear heightened the intense arousal he was already feeling. Brian picked up his pace and soon was all the way in him. "Oh yeah, take that huge cock." Daryl was having a hard time catching his breath, and trying not to moan too loud, "Oh god , don't stop fucking me." "I'm about to cum" Brian warned. "Please don't stop fucking me" Daryl begged. "But, I'm going to cum" Brian insisted. "Feels too good, don't stop," Daryl said. He had heard Brian's warning, but was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling and was losing control. Brian picked up his pace and jabbed deeply as his cock started to throb, "I'm cumming!" he said quietly while he continued to pound away." "OH GOD! OH GOD!" Daryl felt his cock about to explode; and he wasn't even jacking it. Brian pushed all the way deep inside Daryl and kept unloading the last of his load while Daryl started to shoot all over his stomach, chest and chin. Brian covered Daryl's mouth to muzzle the noise as Daryl moaned underneath his hand and sprayed his load. Brian slowly pulled his massive cock out of Daryl's hole. Both were relieved to hear the shower was still running as they returned to their senses. Daryl leaned forward and pulled Daryl close to his face, "You better leave before Peter gets out. "I'll tell him you were bored and left. Man, that was amazing. I've never been fucked like that. I want to be your boyfriend." Brian heard this before. One of the consequences of having a big dick is everyone says he wants to date you, but he felt an earnest and sincerity from Daryl he never felt before, "Well, you know how to find me. If you really wanna do it, I'm game. Let's talk again tomorrow." They kissed passionately albeit briefly, and then Brian made his quick escape. All before the shower had ended.

I met Jack a couple of years ago when many of the lockdown restrictions were still in place and we started chatting on one of the Apps. He was a very fit looking 19 year old ginger lad and he told me was a student coming towards the end of his first year at university. Because of the pandemic, he had to stay at home with his parents and study online instead of going away to university. He told me how much he had been looking forward to getting away from home and going to university and how disappointed he was at having to spend another year at home. He told me he wasn't very experienced and also told me he was into older guys and then our chat became a bit more personal and then a bit more explicit. We had swapped a few pictures and he told me how much he loved my hairy chest and how much he wanted to feel it against his body. He also told me that he really liked the pictures of my cock and how much he wanted to feel it up his arse. He had sent me a few pictures of his arse and one of him pulling his cheeks apart to expose his ginger hole and I told him how much I would love to fuck him. Later on that night he messaged me and told me he was having a wank and fingering his arse as he imagined my big daddy cock fucking him. We chatted a number of times over the next few weeks and our chats became more and more explicit and then, when some of the restrictions were lifted, he asked if we could meet up. He said it was difficult for him to get away from home, but Saturday mornings were good for him and we arranged to meet up the following week. When he arrived he was even better looking than his pictures suggested. He had a really nice smile and a compact, chunky body with a fantastic arse and I couldn't wait to see him out of his clothes. Almost as soon as he was in the door he pulled me towards him and kissed me and before long we were in the bedroom both stripping off our clothes . His body was really smooth, with just a few hairs on his chest, neatly trimmed ginger pubes and a thick cock and I wasted no time in going down on him. He groaned as I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he stopped me and said he was getting too close. "My turn!" he said with a grin and bent forward to take my cock into his mouth. He started sucking me and soon I was enjoying one of the best blow jobs I had ever had. He may have been inexperienced, but he certainly knew what he was doing as he sucked my cock in a way that very few other guys had - I can't tell you how good it felt and I could tell he was really into sucking me. He sucked me for a while and then I pulled my cock out of his mouth and went back down on him. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round. He knelt up on the bed, arse in the air, and I pulled his cheeks apart. He had just a few ginger hairs round his hole and I pushed my tongue into his arse and began to lick him. He looked over his shoulder "Is it alright?" he asked anxiously. I told him it was absolutely fine and he relaxed as I pushed my tongue right into his hole. I licked him for a while and then he asked to suck me again and I pushed my cock back into his mouth. I was really close now and told him so. He kept sucking me and a few minutes later I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed it all and then grinned at me. I could tell he was ready to cum now and I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck him again. His breathing was getting heavier and he told me he was going to cum. "Can I cum on your chest?" he asked. I nodded and seconds later he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a massive load of cum all down my chest. "Oh fuck!" he moaned as I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked him again. "That was awesome!" We arranged to meet again the following week and he told me that this time he wanted me to fuck him. He had already told me that he wanted to take me bare and I had asked him if he was on Prep. He said he wasn't - he had enquired about it before the pandemic but then lockdown had happened and he hadn't followed it up. We met again the following week and before long we were naked in the bedroom, kissing, licking and sucking each other. This time he pushed his tongue up my arse and licked me enthusiastically and then sat on my face and leant forward to suck my cock as I rimmed him. After a while he asked me to fuck him. I asked if he was sure he wanted to take me bare and he nodded. He knelt up on the bed and pulled his cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he moaned. I lubed up his hole and then pushed my cock against his arsehole. He moaned as the head of my cock penetrated him and I stopped for a moment to let him get used to it before slowly but surely pushing my cock right up his hole. He groaned and I waited a moment or two and then I began to fuck him very slowly. His hole was incredibly tight and it was all I could do not to shoot my load right up him. I began to fuck him and he moaned again. I asked if he was alright and he grinned at me over his shoulder. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" I began to fuck him a bit harder and he moaned "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" I was getting close now and I told him I was about to cum. "Oh, yes, please," he moaned "Cum in me!" A few minutes later I squirted what felt like one of the biggest loads of my life right up his tight ginger hole. When I pulled out of his arse he rolled over on his back, a blissed out look on his face, and grinned at me. "Suck my cock!" he said. I took his cock in my mouth and a few minutes later I was rewarded with a big mouthful of cum. He messaged me later and told me how much he had enjoyed me fucking him and how he couldn't wait to do it again. He also told me that some of my cum had slid out into his underpants on the train home and it had turned him on so much he had had a wank when he got home and had shot another load. We met regularly after that and fucked in every position imaginable - with him kneeling up on the bed, on his back, bent over with his pants and trousers pulled down below his arse, and with me on my back and him riding my cock until I shot my load up him - one of his favourite positions. After I had fucked him and cum in him, I would suck his cock, and sometimes he would cum in my mouth and sometimes he would pull out and cum on my chest - it was all very horny! At the end of the summer, it was time for him to go back to university in the north of England and this time, much to his delight, he was able to attend in person. Before he left, we met and fucked and it was then he told me rather shyly that I was the first guy he had ever been with. I knew he was inexperienced, but I can honestly say I would never have guessed that he was a virgin. I was really turned on to know that I was the first guy to suck him and swallow his cum, the first guy to lick his arse and the first guy to fuck and breed him! He went off to university and we messaged each other now and then. He didn't come home in the breaks, so I didn't see him until the following summer. I wasn't sure if he would want to meet up but he was really keen. We went out for a meal and then went home and fucked. He stayed the night and in the morning I fucked him again. He was having a really good time and university - not only had he aced his second year, he had been making up for lost time and told me he had taken over thirty different guys up his arse. As far as I know, he's still not on Prep.

Finally bought a sling. Solid steel frame, leather sling supported on chains. I tried it out with my boy Drew last night. Fucking awesome. I put Drew in one of my most used jockstraps and military boots. Got him in the sling, fastened the stirrups around his ankles and hauled his legs up high and well wide apart. I stepped back and stared at his beautiful hole. I’ve never seen his hole presented so well - I could tell he was horny cuz his hole was pulsing. I was wearing my black boots also. I stood between Drews legs with my hardon resting on Drew’s cock. Could smell his jock and the smell of his leather boots got me even harder so I decided to wear my biker’s chaps. Finally, leathered up it was time to breed Drew. I stepped forward, pressed my cock on his hole and thrust into him. Man, I’ve ever been so deep in Drew’s ass - his chute felt so much tighter on my helmet. Drew’s moaning was like nothing I’d heard before. Every time I thrust deep into him his body shuddered. I fucked him harder and harder and finally he said “Daddy, I’m gunna cum” I was so proud to see my boy shoot his load hands free as I fucked him. That made me cum so deep in his ass that I swear I seeded Drew’s soul. He’s gunna be back in the sling in an hour. I’m hard again just recounting last night.

Tuesday evening I hooked up with 24 year old top on Squirt. I went to his place and we got right to it. I deep throated him, all 8 inches. I got onto the bed on all fours. He rimmed my ass before going balls deep. After a few minutes I got onto my back, pulled my legs up and he pounded my hole until he filled it. I sucked him clean afterward. Tasty!

An Arby's restroom thst you had to enter from the outside. I got a message on squirt where he would be and how long he would be there. I took my lunch break and blew him. All in under 4 messages and he didnt speak a word the whole time... I still get hard thinking of it.

I'd been married for 5 years, started traveling a lot for business. Was back in the AOL days, would go into chat rooms trying to find girls. Found M4M rooms would chat there and jo. After a couple months of that and no luck finding pussy I decided to have a guy come to my room and suck me off. Did that for 6 mo or so, just having guys suck me. Then one night a really hot college kid showed up and swallowed 2 loads as I was recovering for another I decided to see what it was like. I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. LOVED feeling a hard cock in my mouth the whole [banned word] thing kicked is and I got rock hard. He was only in my mouth for a minute or so and he started cumming. Kicked myself for not sucking sooner. From that point on I've been sucking and swallowing all I can get. I still love pussy but also crave cocks and loads daily.

The world's greatest invention! There is nothing better to be strapped in tight and looking down and seeing cocks at the best height for your opened hole!

Was visiting Sydney this week and had a good run last night. 5 loads from different guys over a couple of hours, mostly via Grindr. 4 bred my ass and one sweet load in my mouth. I had such a great time, and they were all really good nice guys, the kind you feel happy to meet. Ranged from mid twenties to mid fifties. Went to sleep with their cum all mixed in my hole. It was so beautiful to see it all flood out this morning, and my ass still feels awesome 😎🍑💦💦💦💦💦

Agreed - as I said, for most people, their immune systems recover enough to be effective. And hopefully, you're among them (or, rather, that you'll continue to be among them). But I know of cases where the immune system in the patient simply couldn't recover, even as his viral load fell to (the old) UD levels. It may be that this isn't ever going to be a problem with the most recent drug innovations. I'd hope so. But unless the CDC or some other equally respected health institution confirms that becoming undetectable *ensures* recovery of the immune system to at least above-AIDS level, I'm going to assume that's still a (thankfully rare) possibility.

Brings back memories of guys in the 90s using condoms with Vaseline as lube. (Oh shit, the condom broke!)

If ya dont take the load, it aint sex

plus know the difference between GHB and GBL ...

That's a helluva birthday parTy....! And of course we're interested in what happened the next evening...

I'd only add this: IF a person is HIV+, and IF that person foregoes treatment until his CD4 count is abysmally low (whether deliberately, or through not knowing his status), HIV meds can (and almost certainly will) bring his viral count down, and they SHOULD enable his immune system to recover and boost his CD4 counts, BUT... if there's enough damage to the immune system, it may never recover sufficiently, such that even ordinary infections which a healthy, non-immunocompromised person could shrug off without notice might prove serious. This situation is rare, and I suspect the odds of it happening are getting lower and lower, as more people go on medications immediately after infection or early in the process, and as medication efficacy improves. And by rare, I mean probably not more than a few dozen cases out there. And before anyone asks, that's not to suggest that becoming infected by such a person puts you in the same boat; the issue here isn't how strong the virus is, but how much damage was done to the person's system by not being treated.

The closest thing I can compare it to is one of the more gonzo Treasure Island films, like the 1000 load fuck or hard cuts 3. But it went so much further. The orgy with Jack, Derek and David, Rentman, Sheriff and Young Trucker made those flicks look like cinemax after dark. And thanks to the impressive work done by David and Derek, we have every single second captured on film, from multiple angles, with lighting that did my boy justice, and a sluttiness in each of us going off the scale. Brian Kinney wishes he could get as piggy, nasty, raunchy, risque, kinky, trashy, slutty as we got that night. And with over 6,000,000 views on pornhub alone, it's safe to say my boy is going to be a star. That's why he's back in LA, Hollywood to be specific. Armed with David's real estate savvy, Derek's native knowledge of the area, and my power of attorney, Jack is looking for a place for us in the Hollywood Hills. I miss him terribly, and I'm counting the days until he flies back home and I can give him a big hug, a bigger kiss, and an enormous load or three. But that's not to say I'm alone right now. Naturally, I'm naked, in bed, hitting the pipe and watching porn with tonight's trick. He's going hit for hit with me, and I'm impressed by his stamina. I've already fucked him three times this week, and tonight he came back for fourths, nevermind the fact that his hole is tender, and very, very beat up from cock. I wish Jack were here right now, I'm thinking, because I'd love to see his face when he walked into the bedroom and saw his best friend getting fucked relentlessly by his dad. *** I've known Teddy since Moses wore short pants. He's alway been a handsome boy, and he's always been Jack's closest friend and confidant. He was holding Jack's hand that afternoon when I walked into the living room and Jack walked out of the closet. I suspected that Teddy might have a crush on jack before either of them knew what a crush was. I never suspected he had a crush on me until about a year ago, when he was helping Jack pack up for college. Teddy came down for some snacks, or so he said, but then he lingered in the kitchen asking questions a toddler would know the answer to. His shirt was off, and I noticed the top button his wrangler cutoffs was undone. “Whatcha cooking sir?” I’ll give Teddy this… His mama and daddy raised him to be one of the most respectful and well mannered individuals I’Ve ever met. “Well, let me see, these appear to be steaks and those brown, potato looking things? I think they’re potatoes. Relax, there’s also a nice crisp salad sitting in the fridge, and I’ll bow to the demands of today’ youth with a vinaigrette instead of my homemade ranch.” I hadn’t intended to set him up for a homerun and yet here he was swinging at the pitch. “I think you’re homemade ranch tastes better than any other ranch out there. I can’t get enough of it, Jack has to check my face and clothes before we leave to make sure I didn’t get any of your… ranch… all over me. Now wouldn’t that be a sight? Me walking out of this house, covered head to toe?” “Teddy, I do believe that would be a sight. But you know if you did get a mess of it all over you, well you know where the showers are. Right upstairs, in my bedroom, there’s the nicest shower you’ll ever cast your eyes on.” The outline of his cock is becoming visible in his cutoffs, and if it wasn’t for the kitchen island I’m standing in front of, he’d see that mine is rising to the occasion, through the unzipped fly of my pants. "You know son, it looks an awful lot like you might need a shower right now. Perhaps on the cold side” He takes a furtive look at his cock before looking up and catching my eyes again,his face suddenly red from embarrassment. I admired the boldness he was showing, but I didn’t want to upset a very delicate applecart. I know Jack and Teddy messed around, and if I made a move on Teddy - or, more accurately, stuck my cock in his eager-bordering-on-desperate hole, Jack might have all sorts of feelings about it. My momentary indulgence of the fantasy hasn’t gone unnoticed; Teddy is looking at me intently, but his eyes keep darting to something. I discreetly look around, and then realize what the boy’s caught sight of: the reflection of my now painfully erect cock jutting out of my shorts and leaking drop after drop of precum. He knows I’m turned on. I know he knows, and he knows I know that he knows it. “We’re pretty knowledgeable around these parts,” I say out loud, echoing a line from a movie where Richard the Lionheart is fucking the King of France (sadly, offscreen). Teddy looks at me quizzically, not knowing how the fuck what I just said is supposed to be dirty. He rises to the challenge, though. “I’m pretty knowledgeable myself, but I can always use a good lesson.” I’m impressed, my dick even jumps a little. He notices. “Look Teddy, you’re like a son to me. But more importantly,” I pause for the necessary dramatic emphasis,” you’re a boy in the eyes of the law. When you’re 18, and can make a man’s decision, well…” I trail off, knowing his imagination was filling in all the blanks for me. And doing so with a teenager’s gusto. I didn’t have to wait long. Teddy turned 18 just a hop skip and a jump after Jack did. I knew there were no secrets between Jack and Teddy, and even still I was surprised to come home on Teddy’s birthday, to see Teddy and my boy ass up on the couch, the words “hey daddy” written across those magnificent, angelic, slutty little asses. “Well hello boys. I see Jack’s brought his little friend over.” Those were the exact words I used when I met Teddy nearly 13 years prior. I doubt either boy remembered; if they did, they didn’t say so… unless puckering those tasty holes I was about to devour counted as an answer. “Jack,” I began before he cut me off, knowing what his whore of a father was about to ask. “Daddy, you know it’s Teddy’s birthday, and he ought to get your first load.” I have raised such a charmer, my boy is so goddamned polite, I think, as I tear my shirt off - quite literally, one of the buttons hits Jack and bounces onto Teddy, both boys shuddering with anticipation at the added sensory stimuli. They’re both backlit by the dining room, and I can see the contours of their perfectly sculpted bodies, their back and shoulders casting deep, enticing shadows. The bright, pale skin of their bare asses contrasts so beautifully with the golden bronze of their skin. And there, hanging down in the center, is my boy’s cock, which I’ve started to get to know in minute detail. Matching his, just a few feet over, is Teddy’s. Almost as long, but noticeably thicker, than Jack’s… These two must have had some amazing sessions together, learning each other’s bodies and their own. I’m building the anticipation for them while taking my time in admiration of what God and good genetics had gifted them, gifted me, in this moment. Teddy has absolutely pictured this moment a thousand times, and I can imagine how hot the planning sessions with Jack were. I know my boy, and none of this is left to chance, right down to the lighting. He is as methodical in getting his best friend some daddy dick - His’ Daddy’s Dick - as I was in planning the moment when Jack would first give me his hole. *** “You remember that first night? Your birthday?” I ask, exhaling from a long drag on the pipe? "Is that a real question? Do yo know how often I jack off thinking about that?” I know it’s a dumb question, but I want to hear him say it. And echoing that flirtation in the kitchen, he knows I know… He flips over so he can look me in the eye while he strokes and licks my cock. “Well, as I recall, your son, devious little pervert that he is - clearly his daddy’s boy - suggested rather strongly that you might, how did he put it, ‘fuck me like a 2 dollar whore 10 minutes after last call’ if that was something I wanted. Naturally, being the obliging type…” he trails off, going to work intently on sucking a load out of my cock. The boy is an expert, I rather strongly suspect because Jack has taught him how to. In the same way I’m relieved Jack has two gorgeous west coast daddies taking care of him - in all the ways a dad and daddy should - he’s making sure his best friend, a boy like his own brother, is taking care of me. I marvel again at what a beautiful person I’ve raised, all the more grateful that he’s just as much of a slutty, methed up whore for cock as I am. I tap Teddy on the head, just as he’s about to earn another load down his throat. This boy loves sucking cock, more than anything else, and we’ve taken to having him service me while I’m on conference calls, and even the occasional zoom meeting. I bought a clear, glass top desk just so I can watch as he fishes my cock out of my pants, laps at it until it’s hard and leaking, then devours it until my nut goes rocketing down his throat. And because he’s such a cute little fucker, with impeccable manners, he licks my dick clean before replacing it in my pants and dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. But when he gets the tap on his head, he knows what’s in store. He wordlessly assumes the position, taking a long couple of puffs off the pipe, and then a couple more, before handing it me. I take one drag, then two, and exhale slowly, the meth enveloping his body and making the scene all the more intense. I lube up my cock while he puts on his ball gag - his addition, not mine, as I love the sound of him moaning. But he says he gets turned on moaning through the ball gag, and I can’t lie, it’s incredibly hot to hear him shaking and screaming through the restraint as I thrust in and out of his tight, red hot hole. He’s gotten so used to taking my dick that I just slide right in. I still lube up, despite him asking me to just use spit. I know he’s taking dick elsewhere - the course of antibiotics I had to take a few weeks ago were proof enough of that - and I get turned on hearing how addicted to cum he already is. He sucked my cock so expertly, and I was so vividly recalling the details of that first encounter - how I made him wait, licking and gently grazing every part of his ass but his hole, that when I did finally lean in and kiss it, he came almost instantly. …How I used his cum, and the torrents of precum leaking from Jack, who had moved to the other end of the couch, watching us intently, jacking his dick to within a microsecond of cumming before backing off to start the edge again, to lube up my cock while I never once broke contact between my mouth and his hole. …How I put my cockhead right up to his hole, and for the second time in as many months, had an eager, virgin cunt suck me in slowly, steadily, aching to be wrecked. *** 90 minutes I fucked my son’s best friend, egged on and cheered every step of the way by my son, naked, covered in his own precum, spit from his best friend hungrily kissing him and sucking his cock, and from sweat from his dad’s olympic calibur dickdown of his friend. I only stopped - after shooting four loads and building to a powerful fifth - because Jack was looking at me with a huger that was coming to define his very essence. “Daddy, is it okay if I…” He gets shy, almost demure in asking me, and I instinctively know what he wants. “Son, I’d be delighted to see that.” I dismount, a barely perceptible “thank you” comes wheezing out of Teddy’s throat. He’s panting, shaking from the orgasm I had him on the brink of. I take Jack’s place on the couch, my legs spread wide so the boys can see me playing with my hole as I watch Teddy straighten up, crack his back, and stretch as Jack assumes my favorite position, on his back with his legs spread tantalizingly wide. Teddy bends down and starts gently licking Jack’s hole. I’m beside myself with lust, a primal hunger to watch these two studs fuck each other senseless. Despite Teddy’s gentile approach to licking my son’s asshole, there’s absolutely no finesse in the way he straddles up to Jack, positions his cock - by now engorged beyond all previous bounds, with a head glistening and red the color of a glowing ember and bring it right up to Jack’s quivering, desperate hole. “You sure it’s okay daddy” both boys ask me at the same time, and they both quickly start laughing at the unplanned precision of their last second manners. I give them the only answer appropriate to the moment, standing up and aiming my dick right at Jack’s hole and Teddy’s cock, stroke one, two, three, four times before firing a massive cumshot all over both of them. Jack grunts, Teddy groans, and they both sigh audibly as Teddy takes his go ahead and pushes in. He goes a little too fast, and I can see Jack tense up, for a moment fatherly concern takes over and I’m about to say something when Jack grabs my thigh and looks Teddy in the eye. “That all you got sport?” Teddy gets a devilish grin on his face, and starts thrusting quickly, powerfully. Gone are the trembling young boys coming out to me, replaced by two powerful athletes who, in a tale as old as time, are now competing against each other. The competition? Who can fuck the hardest, fastest, hottest. I am one lucky son of a bitch, I think to myself. Teddy relentlessly assails Jack’s asshole, sliding in and out so fast I can barely get my tongue in position to taste my son’s ass on his best friend’s cock. Teddy slows the pace a touch, slightly changing position to give me full access. Jack takes the opportunity to huff a bottle of poppers I hadn’t noticed until just now, and as soon as he feels the rush, he gives Teddy a good slap across the face. The competition resumes. Teddy, wanting more of the porn star performance, motions for Jack to get on his knees, but Jack flashes a toothy, cheshire cat grin, and before I know it, the two boys are outright wrestling. I’m a little concerned this might become an actual fight, so intensely are they going at it, until Teddy bursts out laughing, which Jack quickly joins in. The laughter consumes my boy until Teddy, remembering the competition, pins Jack. The both of them laugh even harder, and even though I’m stroking my cock to keep it nice and hard, I’m laughing too, amused at the latest antics of the two young adonises wrapped up in each other’s bodies. The moment of levity subsides, and both boys start making out. They clearly have lust for each other, and they’ve clearly played around before, but I can tell there isn’t a romantic overlay to this. They simply know each other so well, have bonded over so much, and have both thought about What It Would Be Like enough to know they’ll share this moment, and plenty more like it, as friends. But before I can go down that road too much, they motion for me to joint them, and I’m there in a flash. The three of us naked, having a three way kiss while we all furiously stroke our cocks. I can sense that neither of them have their eyes open, and mine are closed as well. It was a perfect moment, and I don’t even feel bad we don’t have a video of that last act, when I shot my sixth load of the night onto their cocks, and feeling Jack immediately unleash his on me and Teddy, before teddy grunts hard, shoots his load on our cocks, and yells out a perfect texas “yeehaw” that has all of us convulsing in laughter, even as the last blasts of cum still shoot from Jack and myself. *** I fuck Teddy hard, the way he likes it. Jack is definitely more sensual than Teddy. Jack like to feel every inch of my cock slide into and out of his hole, Teddy like the thunder produced when my thighs slam into his hips. After 15 minutes of unrelenting pounding, I cum hard in his ass, he shoots all over his chest. I pull out, gingerly, knowing he’s still relatively new to all of this, as he starts scooping up his load and feeding it to me. I hit the stop button on the remote - I promised Jack a video, and he promised one with Derek and Dave in return. I miss him terribly, and not just because I haven’t gotten to fuck him on over a month. Teddy has been a great sport, he’s practically living out of Jack’s old room. He’s planning on transferring from Texas A&M to UCLA, altho I do confess to loving him walking around in his hoodie and nothing else, the ATM logo giving itself over so easily to my new nickname for Teddy - Ass To Mouth. This is just round one for us, when Teddy smokes with me, we usually have three or four rounds like this before I send him to bed. I’m almost at my limit, when he cues up the video. “You’re quite insatiable tonight my boy,” and Teddy just snickers. He loves watching this video. It’s the orgy after I slam Jack the first time. “Can we watch it again?” He asks me in a singsong voice quite reminiscent of Jack. “Oh all right, I suppose. But you know you do have class in the afternoon and I have a zoom with a client at 10,” “Yummy,” he says, shaking his ass and winking at me through our reflections in the mirror. “Yummy indeed. How about you cue it up to the part where you show up unannounced and proceed to admin me, Jack, and the rest of the group.” I smack him hard on the ass, “Naughty boy going around and shooting up random strangers.” “Just the trashy cum guzzling slut you and your boy want me to be,’ he says with angelic eyes and a devilish smile. “My uncredited cameo, coming right up.” He cues the video to the 57:00 minute mark, just as Dave is nutting all over Jack’s face. The audio is as clear as day, “Jack, Daddy Tony, y’all gonna invite me in or what?”

My ex was just not interested in sex. I got more and more into porn. I really loved watching cum shots and gradually I transitioned from wondering what it would be like to jerk off on a woman's face to wondering what it would be like to be the one sucking the cock and taking the cum on MY face. I finally had the opportunity to try it and I took advantage of it. Once I had that first cock in my mouth, it was all over. I was a confirmed cocksucker forever. That was 21 years ago and I haven't ever stopped. This pig has swallowed several thousand loads since that first experience in May of 2002.

Continuing the story…. We followed Rob out into the shared area of the complex. There were rooms around the central area, that had a pool and hot tubs. He took us to a corner of the complex where there was an outdoor dungeon. In the center was a sling. There were four guys there sucking each other in different corners. It was dark outside with only dim lighting. Rob lifted me into the swing and began fucking me. With gymnast skill, Gino jumped up on top of me and lifted my legs so they could double fuck me. I was spinning and so relaxed and my hole and been fucked by both of them for hours so I was as loose as I’d ever been, but I didn’t think I could take these two at the same time. Rob slid in first. He felt so good and I moaned as he warmed me back up. Then Gino put his head at the entrance and firmly forced the tip in. They had obviously had lots of practice together. I didn’t think I could take getting double fucked again, but I was so high I could have taken an elephant, I thought. They both came again, one shortly after the other. While I was catching my breath, Rob was talking to the guys. One by one they came over and fucked me. None of them came but the nastiness of having four strangers stick their dicks in my slag hole was hot. Rob and Gino pretty much carried me back to the room. They smoked some more and Gino blew some more smoke in my face. I didn’t fight it but didn’t try to inhale it either. Rob said he was going for a walk and left for awhile. Gino and I talked for a bit and then he stuck his still hard cock in me again. He felt soooo good inside and I told him. I knew it was the drugs but I felt like I was falling in love with him. He was so handsome and nice and sexually in tune with me. Then he said, “You ready?” ”For what?” I asked, wondering what else they hadn’t already done. Gino slid three fingers inside me along side his cock. It felt fantastic. Then he added a forth and got his hand in up to his knuckles and held it there while he fucked me hard. It was better than being double fucked. I screamed as I tried to cum but the T was keeping me limp and unable to com. After a few minutes, he slid out, backed down and told me to just relax my body and my hole. He petted the outside and softly massaged the inside. It felt good. I felt a burning. I’m not sure to this day if he added more T but I wouldn’t be surprised. Then he inserted all four fingers up to his knuckles. I knew what he was doing now. “I’ve only been fisted once by a guy with small hands years ago and that was for like ten seconds.” I said. ”Just relax.” He replied. He coached me to breathe and push out and before long his whole big fist was in me. Fireworks blew in my brain and my entire body started to shudder. “Oh fuck, Gino. Oh fuck!” Then Gino started to turn it gently one direction and the other. I couldn’t believe the ecstasy that was wracking my entire body. Like every nerve was on fire. I moaned so loudly I thought someone would complain from another room. He continued by pulling almost all the way out and then back in. Finally I asked him to pull out. My nervous system was overloaded and I could not take any more. To be continued.

my other half had to have several hemorrhoids laser removed in March of last year. The "revirginator" process left him unable to enjoy penetration and as a fellow fist pig like me, deeply frustrated. he found a doctor in NYC who uses botox on the anal scar tissue/damaged areas. This makes it easier for those are to comfortably be stretched out as scar tissue of any kind is never as flexible as the original tissue. It has done wonders for him and he's up to being able to take big toys and small hands after a 3 quarterly treatments. I will be up front and say it's expensive and likely not covered by your insurance, but it does do the job.

If the top cums deep inside like I always ask, the next best way to experience the seed is to suck him (gently) after he pulls out. Shows appreciation and respect, he was generous enough to give you the nut

I was in the status-not-known category, and my CD4 count tanked to 49. Normal minimum is 500. The threshold for an AIDS diagnosis is 200. I’ve spent the last nine years trying mightily to reach 400 again. The closest I’ve ever gotten was 439 back in 2019. Since then I’ve hovered in the lower 300s, and in 2021 watched it fall to 201 (!) before clawing its way back up. In nine years, I have missed exactly two (2) doses of my daily meds. I am essthe poster boy for meds compliance, and I still can’t recover what I lost. I will likely never see 500 again. My HIV specialist isn’t worried. She says I have enough immune response that I don’t need to worry about diseases lying in wait for the weak because I’m over 200. She said viral load id the thing to watch, because as long as it’s suppressed, the body has a chance to rebuild.

i believe there are currently two: eagles nest and megaplex. megaplex if a typical cruising spot filled with a variety of people, not just different ages, races, types but also open minded sluts vs people who just wanna watch vs picky people etc sat nites are the most crowded for better or worse. some will get into group scenes but many just want a 1on1 behind closed door in my experience there is currently an over abundance of bottoms lookin to get anon bred multiple times, so if that's your bent be prepared for competition considering the amount of bare cock i've taken there combined w the number of holes ive shoved my cock in its almost shocking i've never caught anything once

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The other day I was all horned up and it is “Locktober” , called a fuck buddy and asked what he was up to .. comes over and minutes later I am on my knees and sucking him and rimming him .. I have cum lube that he lives as he has a cum fetish .. I told him I had taken a few loads early in the morning but want more , he got rock hard bent me over ( I pushed a little out ) and he dove in . As he railed my hole asked how many loads .. I told him I was at a bath house and lost count ( playing into his other kink ) soon he dumped his 5 day load deep in me , stuffed my plug ( that was on the bed table ) and left .. not long after a cute daddy type wanted a sissy to get him off .. so I got panties and a cute set of lingerie on and headed over .. told him he won’t be the only load in there and he said even better .. got to his place and he had a nice 8inch fat cock big head .. I sucked and got him going .. soon he wanted to fuck me and had me on my back missionary and , pink panties soaked with precum .. as he takes my plug out a big glob of cum goes with it .. my hole is open and gaped he scoops the cum up with that fat head and slides inside .. there really is nothing better than a big cock in my cummy used hole .. he went for well over 45 min my hole was frothy and slick , I had a puddle of precum from him punching my prostate with his cock .. when he came he grabbed me by my locked balls squeezed them while pulling me all the way in .. unloading deep in me. he then made me go doggy style and push all the cum out as he ate it .. amazing morning.

I'm 6" on the dot and reasonably thick. While I would rather have 8", I'm not unhappy with what I have. Not a single sex partner has ever complained and I have only received compliments when a comment is made.

Nice!

I always refuse condoms. They’re entitled to have the preference of fucking with them just like how I have a preference for being filled to the brim with cum after a raw pounding

After I breed a bottom, felching, ass to mouth and snowballing is the best way to get a 2nd or 3rd load from me. Piggy bottoms are my weakness.

It is also super effective, as I do a lot, to make your own necklace with a text. You probably know the glass or plastic beads with printed letters on them! You can buy a whole bag of the lettered beads for almost nothing. The beads are, of course, meant for 12-year-old girls to make a necklace with the name of their favorite horse on it. But I use them to make completely different necklaces. I make slutty necklaces to increase my cum intake! Fortunately, those beads are also available in black with white letters printed on them to match my style. But the sissies among us can take pink beads with yellow letters on them! In my case, I choose the black beads with white letters on them. I make the necklace with the lettered beads to make words with. I make it from leather string to match the black beads. I then make a knot at the end, making it big enough so that I can easily take it off quickly. It really looks good! It is such an exciting moment when an impressive real man stands next to me in the metro while wearing the necklace clearly visible. Close enough to be able to read the dirty message. Or wearing the necklace while walking around at a truck-stop. Wearing it while talking to an unknown truck driver. Will he read it? Will he use me? My lips start to lick themselves and I feel my throat relax. Faggot-mood starts taking over and my body starts preparing for a cumdump. It doesn't happen all of the time but it does help! It just makes me feel so slutty and I love to show all the men that I'm available! I have made and wore necklaces with texts like: COCKSUCKER CUMDUMP AVAILABLE SUCKSLUT But also more extreme: WANNA DUMP YOUR LOAD? SPERMBANK - PLEASE DONATE CUMHUNGRY ON COCK DUTY NO LOADS REFUSED I made a whole study out of it. I wrote down all reactions of men who did read the texts on my necklace every day. Good reactions and bad ones and how many loads I swallowed related to the necklace.

Discussions, serious sharing of viewpoints on issues like this is the reason I come here. Thanks to every one of you guys.

Yet reason and civilization trump animal instinct and impulse - yes, even sexual drive, as potent as it is - every day, and, on balance, have for millennia, which is why we are right now having this pleasant conversation via electronic technology and not throwing our own dung at one another whilst swinging from trees. But never mind reason and civilization - though I think they’re considerably more durable than a veneer - self-preservation is not dependent upon them. It’s a far stronger instinct, universal across living things, a base biological instruction that powerfully drives the behavior of both individuals and populations. We observe that gifter/chaser culture is irrational because it runs directly counter to the most fundamental imperative understood by all living things: Avoid Death. If this were just another fantasy or fetish playing itself out within the confines of the mind, it would be harmless. For some, it is. Their motivations can be rationalized through psychology. I don’t necessarily think a man is looney for having a gifter/chaser fantasy - sexual psychology is bizarre, often with deep, dark roots. But there are those who actually act on it, and It’s when they act on it that it becomes irrationally self-destructive. More than that, in this case, the potential for harm extends beyond the individual to every other sexual partner this person may fuck, should he become infected and feel the desire to “share”. Thus we also observe gifter/chaser culture to be irrational at the population level. A society that openly distributed a deadly pathogen would eventually cease to be. The ‘brotherhood’ we’re discussing speaks openly of going without meds, seeking high viral loads, and trying to reach the advanced stage of the disease so as to appear ‘wasted’, as though it were a status symbol and not a harbinger of death. Their philosophy, taken to its logical conclusion, would doom a society, if not a species.

I wish I was not HIV poz as well. But maybe I’m the lucky one. I take that same one pill and it does not bother me. I am relatively healthy, especially for someone being in the 60 range. I’ve never had any flare ups. I never wanted hiv/aids and wish I could get rid of it, but the only difference in my life because of hiv is my relaxed sexual habit.

For me chlamydia seems to occur 2 to 3 times a year however since been on doxy prep it's been over 18 months since I've had an sti perhaps doxyprep is working. Covid may have reduced the overall STI rates so that also could have something to do with it speculation on my part, I guess some more time will tell.

Chapter 2 I was sitting across from Earl at his table, now. Part of me was sad that I couldn't see his cock anymore and the other part was relieved. I'm a professional performing an important community service, and I wasn't going to get distracted by something like that. I was talking to him more about what our non-profit offers, and the whole time I was trying not to think about what it would feel like to have a cock head that big in my ass. I could think about it tonight while my boyfriend "fucked" me—right now, I just had to give him our spiel and get the hell out. "We believe that a single mistake should not define someone's life, and that you represent one of the most marginalized communities in the country. We offer community outreach, job education, and general quality of living assistance so that your transition into the outside world can be more pleasurable-pleasant. Sorry, I misspoke." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "I just mean that... I don't know, that we're qualified to help you with stuff you need now that you're out of jail." "I need to get my dick wet. Can you help with that?" Fuck. Earl even said it out loud! This wasn't the first time that I'd been hit on by a client—it sort of comes with the territory when you're a teen boy working with sex offenders for a living. It's so common that I even get offended when they don't flirt back. But Earl was being so open about it in a way that none of the others didn't dare. What do I say? "Umm..." I couldn't deny how bad I wanted this. In a way, we both had power over each other. His power—that I knew he was already a disgusting rapist—made me afraid. My power—that I knew I could always claim I was raped, and enjoy this without worrying about getting caught—made me aroused. The combination made my heart beat as hard as I'd ever felt it. My tight, shaved asshole was literally throbbing. Fuck, I wanted to feel my hole get reshaped by the most immoral man I'd ever met. And what was up with that biohazard tattoo? It's not like he could seriously hurt me by fucking me, right? I had to be professional. If he was gonna try to fuck me, he could try: if I consented, it wouldn't be as erotic anyway. I would be able to say truthfully that I was a good caseworker and I'd be able to enjoy being raped even more. But I was gonna at least pretend like I wasn't trying to get this evil motherfucker to breed me. "No, I'm not allowed to help with that. I'm sorry, sir!" "You don't have to help, babyboy. It's enough just looking at you. Twice as pretty as anyone I had in the joint. I'll take care of myself, if you don't mind." He spat in his palm and started stroking his huge dick slowly. His head was poking out from the table. Fuck... it took all the strength I had not to crawl under the table and glue my tongue to his balls. I could smell his musk from six feet away. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He smelled so good. I was in serious danger. "Sir..." "Keep calling me that. A lot of pretty cunts called me that when I was doing time. I wouldn't breed them if they didn't call me that." "You didn't use condoms?" "I never use condoms." "Oh fuck..." I was way over my head. This evil fucking rapist was literally everything I've ever wanted in a sexual partner. I couldn't help but think that if he forced himself on me, I wouldn't fight back at all. "Maybe you need sex education assistance?" "Pointless. I'm gay and I'm not getting any cunt pregnant. As for STDs... let's just say I'm not worried." He was looking right at me. "Are you gonna drink that, babyboy? I'd be offended if you didn't." He was right. My job is to help people, and that means earning their trust. "Of course, sir." He stroked his huge, uncut cock faster when he heard me say that. I took the double shot in one gulp. "Good boy," he said. I felt funny. My ass felt loose and I felt my head feel warm and cloudy. "This drink is really strong, sir..." "That's because I put 10 mg of Ambien in it, boy. You aren't gonna remember a lick of this, but you're gonna love it." Shit. Did this pervert really drug me? I felt the effects more and more but only felt more turned on. Oh god... what was about to happen to me? "Come here, pretty young faggot." In what seemed like an instant, I was in his strong arms, being carried into the bedroom of his shabby apartment. "You're about to find out why they gave Daddy 10 years." All I could do was stare at his fat, throbbing cock, and thank God (or Lucifer) that I was about to get raped by it. TBC (Thanks for the positive feedback, it's good to know other people are as degenerate as me 🙂)

Always Intrigued in the public places. With my age, I don’t wanna bring strangers home anymore. Let alone homeless strangers, or their friends. I’m just blocks from the wooded cruise areas along the river. Sometimes it’s just a place to stop, take a rest from my bicycle and sit along the river and see what happens. Not up to going alone in the dark. I’m more UP in the morning, during sunrise, or just before sunset.

PART n.2 The next morning I woke up a little later than usual, I had a bit of a headache, I went to university as usual but it was only in the late afternoon that I started to feel a bit of a fever and an unusual discomfort in my hands and between the legs. When I got home, I went to the bathroom, undressed and noticed that there were some small blisters. Call my master immediately and I explained the situation. He listened to me carefully and then told me not to worry that it was normal because usually the infection took a few weeks to develop but the dose of virus I had received was very high so it only took a short time to see the effects. He proposed to meet me after two days to evaluate what to do, I accepted without hesitation. The two days went by quickly, but the blisters also spread quickly, in fact I called my coach to tell him that I would not be able to go to train for some problem. When I arrived at the house, he was already inside waiting for me and was writing some notes in his diary, he asked me to undress because he wanted to control the situation. I take some pictures of my feet and my cock and ass which had started to get more and more covered with red spots. Then he took a pack of pills from his backpack and placed them on the table. I asked what they were, he replied that they were 5 tablets of an antibiotic that would cure the two infections in a few days. I breathed a sigh of relief, but he told me "I will cure these infections but first you will have to take these two vials" and I show me the two vials with a whitish liquid. I asked what they were and he answered me that he would tell me only after using them inside me. The blisters on my feet bothered me so much that I finally accepted his offer. He gave me the antibiotic pack and then asked me to get ready on the bed. When I felt the liquid enter my little ass, it was different from the last one, it was colder and thicker. He also pushed the second tube in and told me to get dressed. I then asked him what it was. He looked at me and said “correct you, because you have to use the plural, you have just received about 40 different strains of Human Papillomavirus. It won't bother you as much as the ones you had but it will be more limited infections and a little more difficult to cure " I was speechless. He gave me a kiss and told me to go home. I started taking the pills to treat the two infections and within two weeks everything was gone. I went back to my normal life, but got a message from him because he wanted a new meeting for Saturday afternoon. I accepted and let myself be found there. He arrived a little later than usual and we went into the house, asked him to undress me and wanted to check the situation. It all seemed normal to me, but it was he who showed me with the mirror that my whole little hole was filled with warts. He took some pictures and then gave me the number of a medical laboratory that dealt with these infections. I thanked him, we kissed for a while and then he asked me to go to bed. He took a couple of ropes and asked me if he could tie me on the bed, I was already starting to get excited at the thought. Then he took three vials from his backpack, showed them to me and said. "I have to leave for 2 months for a job abroad and I want proof of your loyalty. This tube contains a massive dose of the Syphilis bacterium. It took me 10 days to grow it in such large quantities and it is an untreatable strain. So there is no cure " I looked at him scared and told him that I had no intention, he got angry and said “you signed. There is no going back ”. I lay down on the bed, I was crying, he took the vials and loaded them on the usual syringe and I felt the liquid enter me. Then he said to me "after this test, we are almost at the end". I got dressed, we broke up and saw him go away. I went home, cried all the time. At first, the first few weeks everything returned to normal but after 1 month, I realized that things were changing. It was Christmas day and when I got up my stomach and legs were full of red spots. I went to the hospital and the nurses, understanding what it was, did some blood tests. I received the answer after 5 days with the request to go to the doctor. I went to the doctor as requested with the appointment, after sitting down, he took my file and told me “The situation is more serious than I imagined. we found a very serious syphilis infection and also a double HIV infection " I felt the world collapse on me, after I left the doctor, I called him and explained the situation to him, he very quietly told me “Well, did you like my Christmas present? Initially I wanted to give you only syphilis but then I thought that with the two HIV strains your immune system would be more under my control. Anyway I'll be back in a week and we'll talk about it verbally "

Just half an intro to the next episode today, sorry guys: I felt him swallowing my gift, clearly enjoying the taste, before I rolled off him. That was his cue to rush for the bathroom, in desperate need to empty his overfull bladder while I relaxed, my own piss needs already met. When he came back in the room he looked even more frail than before, the rough play and lack of meds taking their toll. "You're looking good Jake" I told him, "My cum is giving you all the protein you need and I'm thinking that from now on, if you stick to that and my filtered piss instead of that unhealthy shit you normally eat then we can get you fit and strong in no time". He nodded his agreement. "Nice on", I thought to myself, "keep him nice and slim and no need to douche so I can get into his cunt naturally". We both hit the shower where I had him wash down my body with his soft little hands, using his tongue for my ripe pits, arse and, finally, feet as he lay on the shower floor. I chose a cute pair of white briefs, his little butt, the perkiest part of him, filling the rear nicely. For myself, I pulled on another pair of his briefs. He wore a kids large size which meant the waist was pretty tight in me, the leg holes stretched dangerously (stitching popping if I flexed) and my bulge was frankly obscene, my PA particularly obvious. I loved the look.

I don’t go out searching for monster cocks, but every now and then an Alpha top guy with a huge cock wants to breed me. “Monster Cock” to me means larger than 9”. I’ve had 9”+ but thin cocks, no problem. If they are thick then it takes time relaxing and a little patience. Last year I had my first 11” cock. A really hot Puerto Rican Alpha Top (straight) in Bahamas. He “warned” me how big he was and that condoms hurt him (NO PROBLEM HERE!). He also said he was tired of going to a hotel for hook-ups and having guys say he was too big and just try to suck him off. I told him I promised he could breed me if he was a bit patient with me. He was hesitant as, “that’s what they all say.” Once he agreed to come to my hotel, I immediately prepped myself deep, tried to stretch myself, etc. you all know what we do. He shows up, gets naked, I suck him (as best I can) he keeps fingering my ass. It’s time... We are on the bed, his huge dark uncut cock is amazing, long, thick, mostly hard, curved, and wanting to fuck. I get on my stomach, ass up, with lots of lube inside me and lube on his cock. He is admiring my big white ass, saying, “damn boy I want to fuckin breed that beauty ass of yours. Let me do it now...” He slowly tries to go inside me, but it hurt so bad. He was patient and went slow. I did everything I could, I relaxed myself, as he was pushing in, I pushed down/out. Finally he was getting frustrated and saying he should leave. I just said, “no, just do it, but please please go slow, I’ll be Ok.” He was like, “are u sure man? Ok.” I just put my face down in the pillow, grabbed the sheets on side of bed. He pushed slowly, inch by inch, all the way in me. The pain was intense!!! I mean searing pain, I sorted yelled out, but he kept going in and out slowly, holding his weight on top of me. He just kept going and I made my noises into the bed to muffle it. The pain hurt so bad. But he was loving it and saying all sorts of nice things as he was totally enjoying my ass. I had lots of tears streaming down my face, gulping air. But the pain versus his satisfaction was so hot. It took him a good 15 minutes before he speeded up and finally bred me. He just layed on top of me, fully impaling his 11 inches inside me. Because he was so overwhelming inside me, I could feel his cock pulsing, I could feel it shrinking inside me. when he pulled out of me the feeling was also amazing, the gaping emptiness inside me was also cool. I felt like I could breathe again. Clearly there was lube, cum and blood on the sheets and his cock. I tried to clean him off, but he jumped into the shower to do it himself. As he dressed he asked if he could come back and do it again. I wish I could tell you all I jumped at the chance and said yes yes yes. But I was hesitant to do it again as I was feeling pain and blood and exhaustion and all sorts of different feelings. So I said hit me up online when you want and let’s see. In fact when he did the next day, I did see him again and it was hot and fun but still hurt. All in all I would do it again! I realized the pain, the experience was amazing! The rest of the day I experienced my totally gaping open hole. I LOVED IT! I also learned the pain was also an amazing feeling of expression of my submitting to an Alpha Top man! I’d do it again, no question. Just prepare, prepare, and relax. There will always be pain, but enjoy it!

So, so, SO fucking hot, nasty, twisted and EVIL!! I found out just recently that after having been "undetectable" for over a year, my VL has now climbed to just over 300,000! And that was in a matter of months! The first thing I did was hit up 2 guys I've pnp'd with on A4A who are chasers. I have fucked both of them more than once but they are still neg. When I told them about my new status, we had a Tina pozzing weekend. I'm not sure who was more excited - them to receive my newly-recharged virus, or me for the evil thrill of bringing them into the Brotherhood!! Sarah Palin's darkness is so HOT and NASTY!!