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After a weekend busing my family back home I was starved for sex, and needed a good dicking down. After my husband left for work I got on the apps and started for search for raw cock and cum. There was a sexy business traveler on Grindr, a top that “loves bareback” (his hiv status was blank, my cock stiffened at the thought of extra risk) just my type. I send him an horny message and a picture of my ass; he responds that my pics are hot. then switch over to Sniffies. By all of the business hotels there is a hard cock looks like it is made for my hungry hole. I shoot off a quick message and picture. I get a prompt response “you whore, just chatted with you on Grindr🐷” so I knew he was interested. We do the standard chat back and forth, negotiating time… he says he just got to his hotel room and needs to eat before he fuck, he also prefers sloppy seconds so I get find a load while he is eating. I’m never one to turn down a multiple load day, so I keep stalking the apps. I find a dude that fucked me once before but couldn’t cum. He says he has a big load built up and is ready to bust in my ass. He gives me the address and directions to the hidden key so I can get wait naked inside for me. He asked if I was living room or bedroom, I say living room because it makes me feel sluttier. I get to his apartment and in no time I am on my knees throating his thick Latin cock, feeling it stretch my throat and enjoying the sounds of him moaning as i get stupid on his dick. He’s playing with my hole, and I’m huffing the poppers and I keep sucking. He bends me over in the middle of the living room and dives face first into my ass, after brief rim session he bends me over the back of the couch and plushies in to the hilt in one push. He pounds away while I continue to beg for his load, he has an amazing loud orgasm deep inside me. He pulls out and there is one last pearl of cum on the tip of his dick, “you want this too” he asks. Not one to turn down cum, I drop to my knees and clean it off. With out any other words spoken input on my cloths and walk out the door. I get on my phone “load one in, coming your way” I get to his hotel, thankfully no key cards are required for the elevator, I take a huge hit of poppers before I knock on the door. My sexy bull answers the door in a tshirt and boxer briefs, hard as a rock. We have a quick make out session before I strip down to my jock for the second time in 30 minutes. He gets his phone to take pictures to send back to his friend; showing off his newest hole to conquer. His dick is a little thinner than the first one but MUCH LONGER. And he is fucking my throat deep and holding it there till I gag. Which just promos him to pull it out and force it back in, while taking pictures of the bitch in heat that is is owning. We are both getting into this game of “gag thr fag” me looking up at him with a hunger in my eyes, him looking down on me calling me a worthless slut as he shoves his down down my throat. As I’m looking up at him he spits on my face and I take him down past my tonsils. At this point he has had enough foreplay and is ready my my hole. Before I know it I’m on my back ankles on his shoulders with my nose to the brown bottle preparing myself for the anal assault that is about to happen. Usually I prefer to be bent over to take cock but the dom top wants want the dom too wants. He gives me a good firm fucking. Never shying away from going deeper and fucking hard. I am hitting the poppers like crazy and he takes a bit too. I know this mean to brace myself. He continues to fuck harder and deeper. Than stops stays inside for a second then pulls out. I ask if he want to cum “ I already did” is is response. We have breif small chat as I get dressed to head home. I kept thr load in all night long, never talking my husband about hr double feature brewing I had. When I woke up in the morning to take a piss a huge glob of pink tinged cum plops out of my ass into the tile floor. I wipe it up before my husband wakes up to notice. I asked him later that day about his status and just just gives me a non committal ☠️ so I know his toxic babies were swimming in my guts

I picked up the phone that startled me out of my sleep. Still groggy and only half aware I grunted a hello. "Dad?" The voice on the other end questioned. Took me a minute but I realized it was my younger son Jason on the phone. I was more than surprised since we hadn't spoken in a couple of months. He was still living in England and going to school there. He had turned 18 and with the money he had inherited had bought himself a house in a small village near the lake District in england. "Jason, I just woke up from a nap. It's good to hear from you. What's going on?" I said. We started chatting like we always do just mundane stuff. Weather, what we're doing with our days, his life in England, and that sort of stuff. But as we talked I zoned out a little bit and started fondling my cock. I went back to my thoughts of him watching Kyle and I fuck. Thoughts of Jason wanting his dad to fuck him and breed him and bring him into the poz brotherhood. My cock quickly filled to full mast and precum started dripping from the head. I smeared the pre-cum around the head of my cock and started stroking while listening to my son talking about some kind of school event or problem or something. All I could think of while he was talking was how good my cock felt with my hands sliding up and down the thick veiny shaft and rolling around the tip of my cock. Visualized Jason's furry ass. He always had such a sweet bubble butt covered with fur. While he was talking I had this image in my head of him on his stomach and me between his legs. Me leaning down to that sweet ass pulling those buns apart, bringing my mouth to his hole, licking sucking his ass as he begs for my cock in his ass. I am close to shooting another load when I hear Jason saying my name over and over again. "Oh yeah, sorry son, I think I nodded off again. It's been a hectic couple of days." I said to him as I continued stroking my cock keeping that fantasy of eating his ass warm "So, dad, there's something I need to talk to you about." Jason sounded really serious and vulnerable. "I'm actually in the States right now and I want to come by and stay with you for a while." "Of course, Jason," I said." When will you be here? There's a whole suite for you in the new house. You can come anytime. And stay as long as you want. I would love to have you around for a while." Jason said he would be here in a couple of days. And we said our perfunctory goodbyes. I dropped back on my pillow my hard cock still in my hand, that image of Jason's sweet furry ass still open to my tongue and fingers. I gave myself over to the fantasy and in it I worked his hole with my fingers until I had four fingers pumping in and out of his ass. Then I nailed him and started pounding his body. Shoving my cock deep deep into his hole. Passed his second sphincter. Deep as I could get it into his body. In my fantasy I was HIV positive and toxic. I kept telling him Daddy's going to give him his gift. Daddy wants him to be a part of the family. And as I shot my load deep into Jason's furry body i heard him crying out for my toxic seed. My cock exploded and I shot rope after rope of cum up over my chest and into my mouth. In my fantasy those ropes of toxic, spewing up inside my boy's body. Filling him with virus. Virus that already was penetrating his body , working its way into his bloodstream, making him toxic like his dad. I shuddered and squeezed my cock hard."Fuck," I moaned, "Oh my sweet son, I want to give you what you want. I want to make you poz. I want to give you a strain you can carry back with you wherever you go and spread our family everywhere." As soon as I came down off that high, I knew one thing. I had to go get myself knocked Up so that when Jason stayed with me I would at least have a chance of giving him some charged up family seed I wanted nothing more than to get knocked up and then fuck both of my sons until they come up positive. Together we would manage the family strain, stay healthy, open our toxic kinship to others who want to join in.

It's a little long and poz only at the end the story is leadup. Igot contaced with an old FB and we organised a session for the next week. I'm a married middle-age bttm guy but as we have a family doctor I'm not on prep So only play with those that are. the week roles by with me getting more excited as I don't get to play with Gary as much as I'd like due to situation. the day rolls round and I leave work for a day time hookup. getting to his place he hasn't changed he's a charismatic hot silver fox with a lean hot body and from memory a thick cock. before we get to his room he offers me a drink to help relax and we catchup in what's been happening. during the conversation we talk about status n playing bare and he's still neg on prep while I'm just neg. reaching forward he pulls me into a kiss saying he's going to breed me deep n flood me with cum n more, horny I just kiss back younger searching as we grind against each other. pulling back he skulls his drink and suggest we get started. I finish mine In a couple of gulps and we head to the bedroom where he strip me and pushed me down to suck his cock. 7.5 thick cut and perfect for my ass n mouth, I suck and gag in it like I'll die if I don't have it. it was semi solid when we started and after 5 mins of sucking licking it's rock hard. pulling me up we kiss n grind our naked bodies, cock against cock as he's grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezing, I know he wants to fuck me now. we part and I head for the bed, getting on all fours he grabs my cheeks pulling them apart so my hole is exposed and open to him. leaning in he licks and tounges my hole I groan as shivers go down my spine. he's going deeper with his tounge and I can feel his beard rub against my ass and all I can do is groan and push back. sliding one two three fingers in with spit only he's opening me up asking if I'm ready for his cock. i just say fuck yes I need you in me now. hearing this he slaps his cock against my hole and I'm hot in anticipation. as he applies a little lube and I feel his head slip in. a little pain but once he's past the first hole I'm in heaven and the pounding starts. we fuck in a few positions finally having him with me in my back legs up over his shoulders as he's balls deep pounding me looking in my eyes till hs squirting in me. squeezing my ass to milk him I try and get every drop of cum in my ass. pulling out he goes to the other side of the bed sits and breaths out.i reach for his cock rolling over to him and start to suck him clean. I'm on my belly now so all his load just drains deeper into me and I'm in bliss loaded and sucking cummy cock. looking down he grabs my hair saying what a great ass I have and he'd love to share it with some other friends he plays bare with. we talked about group before so he knows I'm open to it, I just nod and continue sucking his cock. Grabing his phone he organises his friends and says they will be here in 5 so keep sucking. they arrive and let themselves in and the first I know is when two hot 50+ silver daddies are watching me from the door. looking up their introduced as Brad and Dave and I'm told to keep sucking they will make themselves comfortable. continuing to suck and Focus on the cock I have they strip out of eyeshot and Dave comes and sits on the bed next to Gary offering his cock, it's 8 thick and pierced. I just stare and smile as I reach for it. as Brad grabs my ass and start eating me out. I just groan in pleasure as in pig heaven. brad tells gary how much he loves a sloppy hole as he teases my hole with his cock. I feel this cock and push back as I want it in me and beg him to fuck me. Sliding in he says he's not going to last long in a cummy hole like this as he bottoms out. it causes me a little pain but he's hitting places that have never been hit and I just push back with each thrust . I keep sucking Dave and Gary as my ass is slowly ruined. As he get close to cumming Dave can see this and lifts my head and tells me to beg for brads load. I just push back more saying fuck me, breed me,give me that load. this pushes him over the edge and he rams one powerful thrust into me that makes me see stars as I feel him shudder n squirt inside me and he holds it deep in me as I feel warmth flow into me, he slowly continues to fuck me just not as violently but i have to stop sucking as I hang my head to recover as I'm shaking. Dave gets up and in a minute replaces brad as i feel another hard cock slide into me.he tells me if I liked what brad did he'll do just as much and they are both multi cummers. I lookup at Gary I say i love his friends and they can be invited anytime to. it's at this point brad sits down flopping a cummy blood flecked pierced cock in front of me. But what I'm looking at isnt his cock it's the biohazard tattoo above his cock. I'm shocked unable to speak but I must have squeezed my ass muscles as Dave says yeah now he knows... I look at Gary and he just says "that's why I'm on prep". I'm shocked but he continues, "they asked if I knew any pozs cumdumps and I thought of you. we just needed to make one change, and by the look of brads cock that's definitely happed and daves will only added to it " I'm shocked but looking as brads cock I know there no going back, I turn to Dave who still has his cock in me staring into his eyes and tell him to fuck me up and poz my ass. turning back to brad I look him in the eye grabing his cock saying I hope you have more than one load in this and start to such him hard again. ...

Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)

This happened a few weeks ago on a evening when I was home alone and bored. So I hit up a guy with who I talked to on snapchat and invited him over. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come but in the end decided to come to sit on my bed and have a boy to suck him off. He didn’t want to fuck because he was too tired for that. He told me he’d be there in 20 min. In the mean time I used the time to go to the toilet and get everything ready. I didn’t clean completely out, because it would only be a quick blowjob. He arrived and told me he was there, when I opened the door I discovered that he was an turkish man who was short, chubby and smelled like cigarettes. I was horny as fuck and he looked dominant and acted that way. He stepped inside, took off his slippers and told me to show him to the bed. I lead him upstairs and into my room. He took his joggers off and sat on my bed. Since he was going commando I could already see his hardon. He told me to strip to my underwear and get sucking. His dick was a bit below average but a blast to suck. I was sucking him while I laid between his legs to give hime a good view of my ass. He grabbed my head and took control. I was covering his dick in my spit while he was grunting and enjoying my mouth. Suddenly he told me to lay down on my stomach, once I did he spit on my hole and laid on top of me and started dry humping me. When his dick was moving against my hole I realized that I was wearing a jockstrap and apparently he liked that a lot. He was moving his dick harder and harder against my crack and I felt his head catching more and more of my hole. Suddenly he pushed a bit harder and I felt his dick slipping in. It caught me off guard and I let out a moan, it felt really good. He saw that as permission to continue because he put his full weight on top of me, put his arm around my throat and started to force his cock deeper and deeper inside me while adding more pressure to his arm. When he was balls deep he was full on choking me and I was lost in the pleasure of it all. He fucked hard while moaning and breathing in my ear, suddenly he was taking long deep strokes and collapsed on top of me, I felt the warmth of a fresh load seeping into my ass. He laid on top of me for a few minutes while i came back to my senses about what just happened. What would have been a quick blowjob turned out to be a rough bare fuck. When he pulled out I felt the emptiness and knew that he had turned me, since I never fucked bare before. Once he was out he got off the bed, gave my ass a slap and started dressing himself, at that moment I realised that I didn’t know his status and asked if he was clean, his response was “Yeah man” and showed himself out. It took a bit before I was recovered enough to get out of bed. It was a surprisingly good feeling, laying on bed with an ass full of cum.

{sorry for the delay guys - here's the next chaper} I retreated back upstairs for a rest after the short session bent over the barrel, and even managed to sleep for a bit longer. Once I was awake again I decided to take a shower, and then got myself dried and dressed initially in just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went downstairs to see if I could find Peter to get a bit more of a steer on what I should be wearing, but he suggested I just go with whatever was comfortable as they would be stripping me naked anyway. I therefore headed back upstairs, stripped myself naked and then put on a jockstrap. After a bit of deliberation, I opted for what I’d already worn that morning for the coffee run, swapping out the T-shirt for a tight vest and clasping my big chain round my neck. I headed outside for a quick smoke, and then went back downstairs to see what was happening. Peter was by that point loading up his truck with some coolboxes, and without needing to be asked I just got on with giving him a hand to bring them all out from the bar area. On his final trip outside he was carrying a large hamper, and winked at me as he went past. “Party supplies” he said, smirking. I guessed this didn’t mean balloons and streamers. Once everything was loaded up, he gestured for me to get in the passenger side of the cab before he got into the driver’s side, and then we set off. We chatted amiably as he drove us out of town and into the hills, before eventually arriving at a rudimentary car park down a rather overgrown lane. There were a few other cars there, all with guys sitting in them, and as soon as Peter and I got out of the truck they all followed suit. Clearly these were the men who would be using me today, some of whom looked familiar from the night before but others were definitely new. “Gentlemen” said Peter, “I’m glad you could make it.” “You know we love a good picnic” replied one of them, grinning in my direction. “As do I” said Peter. “Anyway, if you’ll all give me a hand, we’ve got several coolers of drinks and snacks and a hamper of goodies.” Everyone set about helping to unload the truck, also getting various things out of their own cars, and then we walked off as a group along a path into the trees. At a certain point, the group veered off the path into the undergrowth, following a route that they seemed to know but which would not have been obvious to anyone else. I supposed that this was the point. Eventually we arrived at a sort of clearing, which didn’t have much sunlight on it, but was free of any plants growing on the forest floor meaning there was plenty of space to spread out. Once everyone was in the clearing it became obvious that it was very well shielded from view, and by the confident marching to this very location that the group had done, you could tell that it was a place they gathered regularly. Everyone got on with unrolling blankets and unfolding a few camping chairs, and then some beers were opened and handed round along with various sandwiches and snacks. I ate a little and drank a couple of beers, chatting to a few of the guys who seemed just as enjoyable to spend time with as the men who had gangbanged me the night before. Eventually the mood changed a bit, and a couple of the guys seemed to be getting things ready for what we had all gone there for. The hamper was opened to reveal bottles of lube, various bits of leather kit, and quite a stash of poppers. I took the hint, and got myself undressed down to my jockstrap, although I put my trainers back on to protect my feet. One of the guys then hauled out some of the leather before approaching me, and I stood there and allowed him to attach a thick collar, wrist cuffs and a chunky harness. I then walked over to the tatty blanket that seemed to be where things were going to happen, and got down on all fours. In no time someone was licking, fingering and occasionally nicking my hole, while I gently sucked on the cock of one of the other men while noting the small scorpion tattoo just above his balls. Shortly after I was being spitroasted, and that is how I spent most of the rest of the afternoon. I was moved onto my back to give my hands and knees a rest every so often, but these guys definitely had a preference for giving it to me doggy style so I was usually on all fours. They weren’t particularly verbal, with only the occasional comment about the nature of the semen being pumped into my rear end, but it was still exhilarating to be getting railed over and over again in what was technically a public outdoor space. I almost wanted some unlucky walkers to happen upon us and see me getting used this way, but to my knowledge that never happened. As the light began to fade, proceedings wrapped up with a final couple of double-fucks of my now very loosened hole, which I enjoyed despite how full having two dicks inside me made me feel. Once the men were truly done with me we all walked back through the undergrowth to the car park, and everyone got in their vehicles and headed off. With a bit of a wipe down of my rear end and the insertion of a large plug, Peter gestured for me to get back in the truck without getting dressed again, the tatty blanket being put on the seat first to protect the fabric. I had assumed he just wanted the thrill of me being near-naked for the drive back to the warehouse, but then he started to take a different route. We were eventually on a motorway for a very brief period, before he pulled off at a service station and then followed the route parked for lorries rather than cars. This took us to a large parking area filled with HGVs, at the end of which was a small toilet block away from the main service station facilities. He parked up next to it, and then gestured for me to get out and go inside while he remained seated in the truck. I did as he wanted, feeling very exposed even in the dim light, given the number of truckers that were around, and I hurried into the toilet block. It stank to high heaven and there was no-one else in there, but that soon changed as a couple of guys came in after me. Where meetings in public toilets will usually be a careful series of hints and signs to check that both parties want the same thing, none of that was needed here. One of the guys instead just pushed me into a cubicle, bent me forward over the toilet, pulled out the plug from my arse, and then slammed his raw cock into me. He fucked me hard and rough for just a few minutes before breeding me, and then the other man took over. Then another, and another, and another, and so on. I was called a whore and a slut by several of them, but only one of them indicated he was spewing anything toxic into me. Maybe by this point Peter had just decided to get me fucked, and perhaps see if the questionable contents of my rear end might take down a couple of these truckers too. I was in the toilets for a very long time, to the point that I was starting to wonder if Peter had just left me there, but eventually he came in and managed to wind things down so that I could leave. This time he had brought my clothes, which I did my best to put on without them touching the filthy floor tiles, and then we went back outside and got in the truck. “Well, that was quite a day for you then” he said once we were back on the motorway. “Uh-huh” I replied. “Not one I’m going to forget in a hurry.” “Hopefully ever” he said. “But just to make sure, when we get back I’m going to brush out your insides and then spent the night buried in there.” I had been fucked to kingdom come, but I still got hard at what he was saying. “Yes please” I croaked out. “Good lad” he said. “And tomorrow we’ve got a few of the regulars coming back to have a final go with you before lunch. Then you’ll be on your way.” Then I’ll be on my way. A choice of words I liked: I would be both leaving for home, and also hopefully heading into a new life as a pozzed-up pig. True to his word, once we were back at the warehouse and had got into the bedroom I was using, Peter really gave my insides quite a gruelling brush and happily showed me just how red the bristles were. He also indeed stayed buried in me all night, only pulling out when he had to piss or just wanted to stick the brush in there some more. The next morning, as promised, I was taken back downstairs and some of the men from Friday night pumped a few more loads into me as I lay in the sling and happily accepted all of their toxic goodness. Eventually it was just Peter left, and he fucked one more load into me in the sling before helping me up so I could back upstairs to shower and change for the drive home. “Thank you so much” I said to him as I got back downstairs a while later, my bags packed and ready for the road. “This has just been awesome.” “No thanks needed” he said. “Hopefully you got what you came for, but if not then you know where to find me. Indeed, even if we have succeeded, you’re always welcome to visit if you’re back up this way.” “Thank you” I said, knowing that I would now have to find a way to take a detour here whenever I was doing my fatherly duty at the start or end of term time. “Let us know how it goes” he said. “Want to see if we can officially add another one to our tally.” “I will do” I replied. “You got any more chasers lined up?” “Just one” he said. “Nice piece of young meat who’s just started at Nottingham uni. Been messaging me for a while from London, and still seems keen.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “Yeah” he said. “Got a gay dad too apparently.” Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God… [to be continued]

its happening in most big cities, Seattle is a shit hole now I don't bother going there any more. I place alot of the blame on the price of rents going through the roof, when I moved to the area in 96 you could find a decent apt in seattle for under $1000 now those places are $2500+. Wages havent gone up enough to cover that kind of increase. Also the price of commercial space has driven out all the fun little places to go and hang out or shop. I live in Tacoma, I bought my house 20 years ago for $115k now they say my house is worth almost $400k with hardly any upgrades on my part, thats bullshit my house is nothing special and needs tons of work. This is all unsustainable its all going to crash sooner rather then later.

Yes, did not know, had not been tested in a while, guess I knew I was poz, just did not want it to be official. Guys would ask, id say probably an they still wanted to have bareback sex, was awesome an turn on for me. When I finally tested an was poz, they did the blood work, full blown AIDS. Never felt any different or anything. Had to go on meds pretty quick, like within the month after seeing a few doctors. They all said I had probably been poz for 5 plus years, maybe even 10 to be at the AIDS level i was at. The was 14 yrs ago, just see the doctor once a year now, everything is good!

EPILOGUE: It was only two days later that Parker sent me the first of many bootie call texts. That kicked off a summer of me having to report to all sorts of locations, including the park, a truck stop out of town, some public toilets, and even the football field at school, all to bend myself over to get fucked and bred. Usually it was just Parker, occasionally there would be someone else there, and a couple of times it was at a motel where we would both service some paying client (not that I got any of the proceeds). I came down with the fuck flu fairly quickly after the night on the farm, and once that was over I got myself tested at a clinic in the city (having held off my mother's attempts to summon a doctor while I was enduring the worst of it). Fortunately I had not picked up anything other than the virus I had actively sought, and after going on meds for my viral count started to go down. I was now what I had wanted to be, and despite how that night on the farm had gone, everything had ultimately worked out. However, the same could not be said for everyone. One night I got a message from Parker asking if he could come over, which was sufficiently strange that I did not hesitate to respond quickly to say it was fine. He appeared just a few minutes later, and after meeting him at the door and briefly introducing him as 'a teammate' to my parents, I took him upstairs to my room wondering what he was there for. It was only when he took off his varsity jacket that I saw the bruises on his arms, and when he noticed that I had seen them, he just looked me in the eyes as he slowly pulled off his T-shirt. His torso was even more bruised and had some fairly significant cuts as well, and then when he turned round I could see welts all over his back. "Fucking hell" I said. "What happened?" "Those guys" he whispered, turning back to face me with tears in his eyes. "My uncles asked me to come over to help with some jobs on the farm, but then after I got there they told me they were tired of me, that I was a worthless slut, and then they tied me up and left me with those guys." "Fuck" I said, now whispering too. "What did they do?" "What they did to you, and a bit more" he replied. "I don't really want to talk about it." "Oh Parker" I said, surprised by the pity that I was feeling for him. "They took photos" he said, before a long pause. "They... they anonymously dropped them off in my dad's mailbox, along with a copy of my HIV test results." I just stood looking at him, dumbfounded and appalled by how broken he looked as he tried to tell me what had happened. "He didn't even speak to me" he continued. "I got home earlier, and he just walked up to me and punched me in the gut, then threw me out the front door with the packet of photos. I... I didn't know where else to go." Despite the things he had done to me, and his pimping out of my body over the previous weeks, I could not help but reach out and put my hand on his shoulder to try to comfort him. This prompted him to lean into me, bury his head against my neck, and let go. He cried openly, loudly, and the noise drew my mother's attention from downstairs. She appeared at the door with a concerned look on her face, which turned to horror as she must have seen Parker's welted back. I just mouthed "it's OK" to her when she finally looked up to make eye contact with me, and she nodded and hesitantly went away. However, I knew she would actually be hovering at the top of the stairs out of view. Parker eventually calmed down, and pulled away from me. I grabbed a box of tissues from beside my bed and handed them to him, and he got himself cleaned up a bit. I let him get himself back on an even keel before speaking. "Parker, I think we need to go and speak to my parents" I said, causing him to go wide-eyed at me in alarm. "My mum just came to the door and must have seen your back. We need to tell them what your uncles and father did to you." I gave him a look as I mentioned his uncles and father, and was relieved when he seemed to get what I was doing. My mother was bound to still be in earshot, and there was no way the truth of his ordeal could be told to anyone else. The rest of the evening passed with us, mostly me, telling my parents a slightly made-up story about the physical abuse Parker had endured from the older men in his family, resulting in them offering to allow him to stay for a while so he could get himself together. The camping bed was put up in my room so he could sleep there, but all we ever did was make it look like it had been used. Parker instead slept in my bed, initially because he needed comforting but of course sex was soon part of the equation again. We kept it as quiet as we could, and while I was usually the one getting fucked, Parker became the first guy that I topped. For the remaining weeks of the summer we were basically in a very quiet, not entirely functional, relationship with each other. The pimping out was no longer part of our dynamic, and his alpha male side only came on display when he was in public and trying to maintain an image. At his lowest point he'd let me see his vulnerable side, and it seemed like that was actually a relief to him and he didn't want go go back. I guess we weren't as quiet as we thought though, as one day shortly before I went to college we were lying in bed together naked when my dad suddenly walked in looking for a working cellphone charger. He did not bat an eyelid at the sight of the two of us cuddled up in the bed together, and only inquired if we were ever going to get up for breakfast as he walked out. After getting over the shock we did indeed get dressed and go down for breakfast, both nervous as hell while my parents just carried on as normal. When we went back upstairs, the camping bed was gone, something my father must have done after he had 'gone to the bathroom' earlier. Given how unfazed my parents were, for the final few days before I left, Parker and I were openly affectionate with each other around the house, and my parents were not ruffled or even curious at all. Of course, had they known what we had both been up to or what we were both carrying in our bloodstreams, that might have got more of a reaction. They let Parker stay for a bit longer after I went to college, but he was eventually encouraged to start sorting out his life and in due course moved away to the city to start working in construction. We kept in touch, but whatever it was that we had found between us during the late summer sort of fizzled out. I wasn't cut up about it, just happy that I had been there for him at a low time in his life, and I guess also thankful that his presence had engineered my coming out to my parents without a lot of drama. Being free and single I soon re-found my love of being a pig, and spent my time at college offering my hole to every hunky guy who wanted it. I had no shortage of takers amongst my fellow students, and also got some attention from some of the faculty. I supported myself by working nights at a gay bar near the campus, which gave me the added benefit of access to a basement dark room where I could take anonymous loads during breaks and after my shifts, happily accepting plenty of recharge gifts and also sometimes playing the innocent to let guys think they were pozzing a neg stud. Eventually some time online resulted in me meeting Sam, a stud on the lacrosse team who had become interested in chasing but was also a top. For him, I went off meds and then became his regular fuckbud, a relationship that gradually morphed into more. It took a long time, but he finally came down with flu one day and tested poz a short while later. I went back on meds, he started taking them for the first time, and it only seemed to be once that milestone had been reached that we realised that we had fallen in love with one another. It's now ten years later, and we're still together. We agreed that we were both sufficiently slutty that a completely monogamous relationship would not suit us, but we mostly play together except for when one of us is away on business or visiting family. Funnily enough, Sam has started to bottom occasionally, despite not wanting to when he was trying to get pozzed, so we sometimes either switch it up or get some guys over to use us both side by side. I love my life, and I have never regretted doing what I did that night on the farm. I just knew I was meant to be poz, and through being infected, I eventually found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I've never told friends or family about my status, but they may have cottoned on thanks to the scorpion tattoo I decided to get across my back. Sam and I have helped a few more guys find what they were looking for, occasionally coming off meds to then work together to infect a chaser or two, but we have otherwise done our best to stay healthy while keeping up an ambitious gym regime. I'm also glad that I, along with my awesome parents, got to help Parker find his way out of a situation that could probably have got a lot worse if he had stayed around our town. We do still keep in touch a bit, and he's now living in Los Angeles. He runs a small construction business, and is living with a twinky guy who seems to make him happy. Indeed, my mum met them both when she'd gone on a business trip to LA, something that really surprised me when she told me as I hadn't realised that Parker had stayed more in touch with my parents than he actually had with me. He and I only once talked about what had happened to him on the farm, when he told me that his uncles had been arrested and were both in jail. He was a bit sketchy on the details, but it seemed like they had been caught doing bad things at a truck stop, and then some drugs had been found by the police. "I hope they get what's coming to them" Parker had said, which I think meant more than just an appropriate sentence from a judge. However, I never did hear any more about them. So, there we have it. One summer day I graduated from school, and also graduated into manhood. Corruption of a quarterback, pozzing of a prom king, or however you want to look at it: this was my story. Tell me yours... [THE END]

To everyone else - I spent almost 18 years as a moderator and administrator of a mental health peer-support discussion forum dealing with persons who came in like this looking for help in just this sort of way. Unless you know what the fuck you’re doing, it’s better if you don’t try to offer up your advice. So far, everyone who’s answered has said at least one thing that you should not say to a person dealing with a mental health crisis. Even the most well-meaning attempts at support can backfire badly if you don’t know what you’re doing, so if you don’t, don’t. The best advice anyone offered here was saying that this is the wrong place to ask, and to see a doctor. If a person makes a desperate plea for help because they’re thinking of harming themselves so seriously the’ll end up in the hospital, you do not call them a troll. That’s like finding someone clinging to the edge of a cliff by their fingernails and then walking up and stomping on their fingers. It doesn’t matter if you think the person’s a troll - you don’t take chances in these situations. You don’t fuck around when people’s health and well-being is at stake - you assume it’s legit. No, a person suffering from Major Depressive Disorder, or Bipolar Depression, or Dysthymia, or any of the other things that could be at play here is not “going to get over it”, not without serious professional intervention, and may never entirely be free of it. It’s a serious illness, potentially chronic, potentially treatment-resistant, and advice like that is about as useful as telling someone to let a smile be their umbrella in a downpour. It’s natural for a good-hearted person to want to offer support to someone asking for help, but sometimes saying the wrong thing can be worse than saying nothing.

Love the dick and PA

Part 4 Richard awoke in the early hours, still on the rug next to the Molly he'd been about to have his way with, before he fell into his drunken comatose state. The pub was freezing. Ice had formed on the inside of the small panels of glass in the leaded windows. The fire had long expired. He went up stairs in search of a warm bed and possibly a warm hole. In one room we're a couple of old queens that had been in the bar the previous night. Both were semi dressed in female clothing. Definitely not to his taste. The door to the next room was closed. He opened it as quietly as he could. Lying on his side facing the opposite wall was his friend James and on the side nearest Richard was the young ifemiminate boy James had been talking to the previous night. They were both under several layers of blankets. Richard made his way over to the bed, stripping off his clothes off as he walked. Gently he lifted the blankets and crawled into bed beside the boy. The bed and the boy were warm. He lay on his side behind the young man and his fingers began to feel his hips then down to his peach of and arse. The boy groaned slightly, becoming aroused. Richard slipped a hand between the boys arse cheeks a noticed that they were slightly stuck together. He knew that was where his friends seed from the boys arse had dribbled out of his hole and dried. He prised the cheeks apart felt for the hole. He inserted a finger and could feel that he was still lubricated. Richards cock was now fully erect. This wouldn't be the first hole he'd fucked after James. He loved the sensation of a his friends seed on his cock as he fucked a man. Richard eased the tip of his cock inside the boy. His hole felt very warm and still contained a fair amount of his friends ejaculated seamen. It was only then than Sean opened his eyes and realised the man inside him wasn't James, as James was infront of him. Sean was instantly awake. He glanced over his shoulder and recognised James friend and relaxed a little. If he was a friend of James Sean felt sure James wouldn't object to this union. Richard inserted himself further inside Sean. Sean's body excepted Richard inside it readily. James turned over to face them, awakened by movement from the two bodies behind him. Still a little groggy from being woken, he smiled at Richard and Sean reaching forward for the boys hard cock which he began to gently massage back and forth. Richard, having eased his manhood as deep as he could began to slowly fuck Sean. James kissed first Sean and then Richard, then moved his head down to the boys crutch and took his cock in his mouth. Richard began to increase speed and thrust harder. The movement forced Sean's cock into James waiting mouth. Sean hadn't cum previously that night and he feel the pressure building in his loins. Sean's arse felt wonderful on Richards cock, the pressure in himself building with each stroke. The glans of his penis were experiencing the perfect amount of pressure and friction from the boys tight hole. He reached orgasm, shooting copious amounts of his seed deep into Sean as Sean excreted his own sperm into James waiting mouth. James savoured the sweet, salty, hot ejaculate and was surprised and how much volume the young man produced. James kept the fluid in his mouth and moved up to Richard. They began to kiss, James sharing the nectar he had extracted from the boy. Their tongues swirling it around each others mouths before swallowing. James was hard. He needed a fuck. He looked at Sean and told him to get on his knees. Sean obliged already longing for more cock and sperm inside him. James eagerly mounted him pushing his cock deep inside the hot wet mess that was Sean's fuck hole. Richard got infront of Sean and shoved his cock, already hard again, into his mouth. Sean was amazed that the taste of Richards seed and his own arse tasted so good. The three of them would appear to anyone watching like a well oiled machine. The three moving in perfect breeding harmony. James fucked Sean for at fifteen minutes before he filled the boys hole with even more man seed. Richard on seeing James ejaculating into the boys arse shot his load into Sean's mouth, his orgasm stronger than when he'd fucked him. They lay together for some time, recovering from their activities. To be continued.

you need a good psychiatrist rather than a sex-related web community - always assuming that you're not a troll no one should hate themselves! And if so, Breeding Zone is not the place and hopefully no one here is so ASSHOLE to use a mentally sick person for his own pleasure. Cops? Hopefully moderators here can get rid of this troll if it's such, and if necessary, take appropriate steps. Let me say that in this community it's quite ordinary to find people fantasizing. Good-intentioned roleplaying, anonymous flirting, even catfishing, and in worst cases people looking for real meets then ghosting each other. But depression, anxiety and generally mental disorders are not something we have to play with. I might be too "sensitive" for certain topics, but something makes me feel this person is a victim of a strong transphobia by people around, so she thinks hating herself is the solution. You're what you are, why self-punishing?

I'm curious if anyone else has a suit and tie fetish. I love seeing pictures of men in suits. Part of it is the professionalism of how they're dressed, creating the idea that they are important men holding power. Another part of it is the mystery of what is beneath the suit. Suits often don't give much away, but a tailored suit hugs a man's body the right way. When they start to strip it all off, opening the dress pants and pulling out their swelling cocks, I'm in awe. I love seeing their white dress shirts opening, revealing hair chests beneath. I don't care if they're in their offices or if they're at a wedding, I just love seeing hot men in suits. Even a tie is hot, especially after the man has started to strip down, leaving nothing but the tie. If he's getting fucked, the other man can use it almost like a leash, pulling back on it to assert dominance. Even if the man is still fully dressed, seeing a tie covered in cum is incredibly sexy. Seeing a suit covered in cum is sexy. Suits aren't cheap, and if a man cums on your suit, he's really marking you. Does anyone else have this fetish? Where and when did this fetish come about for you? Does anyone have any pictures of hot men in suits that they'd like to share? Videos?

I breathed out deeply once I had closed the car door. It was done. My strapping younger son was safely delivered to the halls of residence, his first year at university about to begin, and I was done. Sure, fatherhood was lifelong, but this stage of it was over. Justin was starting out on his road to independence, his brother Jacob had already done so two years earlier, and I was now something of a free man. The boys were my pride and joy. Smart, athletic, good looking, popular, a perennial hit with the ladies - they were everything the right wing nut jobs would tell you they that never could have been with a single gay dad. But those things they were, and I was damn proud of it. Since their mother had thrown in the towel on parenting and marriage six months after Justin was born, they had been my entire focus. I had done a good job all things considered. My wife’s departure was obviously difficult, but it at least made me vow to never go down that road again. I have no regrets given the amazing two sons I have out of the whole debacle, but I knew I was gay before I even got married and it was tougher with each day to keep that side of me bottled up. I never made that mistake again, instead choosing to be honest with myself and those around me. Jacob and Justin grew up only knowing me as a gay man. Raising two sons by yourself does not leave much time for other pursuits, and I was basically celibate for fifteen years. Sure, I had many offers from my sister and parents for babysitting, but to be honest whenever I took them up on it and got out of the house, all I wanted to do was check into a hotel and sleep. However, once the boys were old enough that they could be left at home for a few hours with Jacob in charge, I finally started to re-explore the world of men, something that I had only done a little at university before meeting Simone. Well, it turned out that there was something of a pig in me who was finally being let out of the pen. At first I tried just generic - almost vanilla - hookups, but after I’d had my first visit to a gay sauna I realised my true nature lay on the sleazier side of things. I was initially versatile, and went on PrEP so I could safely engage in bareback sex with any man who fancied a session. In time I found I was really more of a bottom, although perfectly willing to top when the moment called for it. My preference, however, was to just be bred over and over, and I cared not by whom. But then I got bored. Maybe it was that age old problem of the excitement of something eventually wearing off, to the point that you start to look for the next thing to tickle you. I didn’t want that to be chems or other drugs, so I guess I started looking for it in the sex. Despite being on PrEP, I found there to be something exciting in hooking up with poz guys and having them shoot their toxic seed in me. I actively started seeking it out, engaging in a growing fantasy of being pozzed, and not always being honest with the tops that I was in fact on PrEP. I guess it was something of an epiphany that led to me realising that I didn’t just want the fantasy anymore. I wanted the real thing. I mentally flip-flopped on it for a long time, convincing myself in the comedown from a sex high that it was just a fantasy that I used to get turned on, but eventually it became impossible to convince myself that this was the case. It was obvious: I wanted to convert. However, I wanted to have some control over it, rather than just going off PrEP and randomly finding out some day that I had been pozzed. It was a turn-on for me, but also a transition to a new stage of life, and I wanted to choose when it was going to happen and be ‘in the moment’ with it all. As such, I joined the ranks of chasers online, seeking an actual unmedicated (and willing) top through the sea of undetectables. Many a hope was dashed along the way, finding myself being repeatedly ghosted once whichever guy I was talking to had presumably got his rocks off wanking about the fantasy. It was all quite disheartening, but then I seemed to strike gold. The guy - who went by the username PozMids - was a little older than me, and lived in a former mining town in the north Midlands. He ran what he described as a ‘social club’ for older poz guys, utilising the premises of his old family business in a warehouse on an industrial estate. He told me it was a relatively closed circle, but members were allowed to bring in some entertainment every now and then with the agreement of everyone else. He was proposing that I be that entertainment, after what he said had been a ‘stealthy vetting process’. It eventually transpired that some of the guys who had flaked out on me had actually been testing me to make sure I fit whatever they considered to be the requirements. Well, wouldn’t you know it, but Justin had been accepted to the University of Nottingham, meaning I was going to be driving him up to the Midlands. It wasn’t too far to get to where this club was going to be meeting, and PozMids had told me that that I was welcome to stay for a long weekend as he had built a couple of bedrooms with basic facilities into the former offices of the warehouse. I just had to bring what food and drink I might want for any downtime I had, and otherwise my needs would be catered for by the group. This all sounded too good to be true, and I fully expected another flake-out. However, after dropping Justin off at his halls of residence, I messaged PozMids again and got an immediate reply containing the full address that I needed to go to. It was going to happen! I set off in the car, but had to pull over after a few minutes and compose myself. I was seriously excited, but I think I also needed to check that my racing heart was not a sign of impending doubt. Was this taking a fantasy too far? Did I really want to deliberately convert? I got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Bad habit, not one I really had in my day-to-day life, but was a good nerve calmer when I was letting my inner pig out. It did the trick. Yes, this is what I wanted, and I was just pumped up as I was excited about it, with a possible mild tinge of wondering if I was unwittingly going round to a serial killer’s place of business. I chuckled to myself when I realised that was exactly what I was doing, from a certain point of view. Cigarette smoked, I got myself together and then set off again, putting on some music to accompany the drive. When I eventually found my way through the industrial estate to where my satnav was sending me, I parked up and got out of the car. There were a few warehouses around and it was far from obvious which one I was actually supposed to be heading for, so I got my phone out and messaged that I had arrived. While waiting for a response I then got my bags out of the car, dumped them on the pavement and lit another cigarette. Bags. Yes, plural. You see, aside from wanting the normal provisions you need for a weekend away, I had also brought my stash of kinks. Various bits of leather, some toys, a blindfold, a marker pen, and of course my douching equipment, lube and poppers. I was well ready for whatever these guys might be into, or of course for what I was into myself if I was given that choice. I had a vision of how I wanted at least part of this weekend to go, so thought I better come prepared. As I was approaching the end of my cigarette, I heard a door open behind me. Upon turning around, I saw a man emerge and immediately recognised him as PozMids. “Glad you could make it” he said, smiling as he walked towards me. “It’s always fifty-fifty.” “The odds are worse than that from my experience” I replied, also smiling. “True, true” he replied, reaching out to shake my hand as he got to me. “Anyway, I’m Peter, and welcome to my little place.” “Not so little” I said, looking back at the warehouse. “But I’m very pleased to be here. I’m Brad” “Good to meet you Brad” he said. “Now let’s get you inside and settled before everyone else arrives.” I picked up my bags and followed him inside, going up some stairs as soon as we walked through the door to reach a set of rooms. He directed me into one of them, where I found a single bed with a small set of drawers beside them, and then he showed me where the admittedly clean bathroom and kitchen were. I had honestly expected it to be a bit of a state, but he seemed to keep the place in good order. He also showed me the small balcony area at the side of the building, I guess having realised I might want somewhere to go and smoke. He left me to get unpacked, showered and cleaned out, and suggested I get dressed in whatever I was most comfortable in for the evening before coming back downstairs for a drink. I thus got on with all that, having a shower and then a bit of a douche to finish off a job I had quietly started before dawn at home while Justin was still sleeping. Once cleaned and dried, and with lube and a plug inserted in my rear end, I stepped outside wrapped in a towel to have a cigarette. I had another straight after, such were my nerves. Finally I felt ready to go all in on my outfit. First up a leather jockstrap, then some nice sturdy chaps and my Fuck Me Boots. I then got myself into a harness, my big thick padded wrist cuffs, and my muir cap. I then fished out and put on my 1.5 kilo silver chain, something I had bought on a whim and occasionally regretted given I was a bit too meek to wear it in my daily life, but which just seemed perfect for tonight. Finally, and with a bit of slow and careful effort, I used the marker and the convenient full-length mirror in the bathroom to write “POZ ME” on my buttcheeks. I had another cigarette outside to help me gather my nerves, and then went downstairs. There did not seem to be any other obvious rooms downstairs, so I went through the door into the main warehouse space. It was huge and thus looked pretty empty, but as I glanced around I saw there was actually quite a lot in there. Various mattresses, couches and chairs were dotted around, as were an array of big wooden boxes, upturned oil drums, a couple of slings, a St Andrew’s cross, and a padded leather fuck bench in the centre of the room. It was quite clear what this room was for, and I got an immediate hard-on. Over to the side was a bar area, and that’s where I saw Peter (aka PozMids) sitting on a stool with his back to me, looking at his phone. I coughed to make it clear I was in the room, and he swivelled round. “Well, you don’t beat about the bush” he said, smiling at me as I walked over. “Dressed like that, I think you’re not going to get much of a warm-up this evening. The guys will be all over you the minute they walk in.” “That’s what I was hoping” I said, smiling back at him. He offered me a drink, and I gladly took a large whisky. He also fished out an ashtray and slid it across the bar at me, letting me know I was fine to smoke in the warehouse. I happily lit up a cigarette as we sat on the stools having a drink. “So, you’re here to get pozzed” he said. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely” I replied. “Been wanting it for ages now.” “Fair enough” he said. “There’s a couple of guys coming tonight who are on meds, but most aren’t. One guy you won’t be able to miss has full-on AIDS.” “Great” I said, “hopefully tonight will be the night.” “I’m sure it will” he said. “I can get an old toothbrush out and make sure if you want.” “Actually” I replied, after hesitating, “I kind of want it to be natural.” “OK” he said, “although I have a big PA as do some of the other guys, so you’re going to get pretty worn out back there anyway.” “Cool” I said, smiling. “I like the sound of that.” “Any other limits?” he asked. “No” I replied, “I don’t think so.” “Well OK then. If you need a break just say, we’re not here to hold you hostage or force you to do things you don’t want to.” “Great” I said. “I’ve got quite a bit of stamina so hopefully I’ll be fine.” He necked the last of his drink, and then put the empty glass down on the bar. “Shall we get started?” [to be continued]

Some guys I’ve been with have nipples that are hardwired to their cocks. I play with their nipples and they get hard. My nipples aren’t sensitive like that. Really, they’re not very sensitive at all. Besides piercings, does anyone know a way to increase nipple sensitivity? I’d love to add another erogenous zone.

Oh, feel free to discuss. But I'll note that there seem to be a lot of people who agree with my general premise, that this is kind of juvenile behavior. If that entertains you, by all means, knock yourself out.

my closet was built from ethnocentric religion and culture that had been influenced by religious notions. AID's didn't figure into it for me. i had a gay brother was 13 years older than me. He died of AID's during the 80's. i massaged his Kaposi sarcoma scared and emaciated body as he died, but that didn't daunt my need or desire for sex or seed. i tried condoms a few times, but to me, that was like going without the connection i needed/wanted with a Man. Back then, i was more ashamed of who i am than i was scared. i was trying to be straight because i was conditioned to believe being gay was "sick, broken, sin, etc.." Sure, i was afraid, but i was so needy for connection with a Man that my fear didn't have a chance at keeping me from hooking. For me, anonymous hook up sex was the only affirmation the gay part of me had while i was chained in my prison of conditioned belief. Eventually, being gay saved me from 'god' (i.e., my conditioned notions of "God."). Reality forced me to question conditioning. To me, the STD part of it was stigmatized by the same religious culture. Recently, we learned you could die from Covid you caught while having sex... but that didn't stop people from fucking lol, and probably most didn't wear masks. Disease, sickness and the threat of death are part of living. We risk death going to the grocery store, but we don't even think about that because there is no social stigma attached to that function. Sex, on the other hand, is a natural need/desire that controllers have exploited forever.

Oh Amy I have felt your anguish for years too. Depression is a very serious illness --- it is the equivalent of a elephant sitting on you and time feels like it is slowing to a crawl. You must seek out immediately medical help! This will not resolve by it self. I wish that my truthful words would heal your mind and heart , but know from experience they will not. You are beautiful and young with many year ahead to experience a great happy life. Ending it or doing yourself harm will not help. Two thoughts that have sustained me to continue on are 1) I never want my very last thought to be " I could have......" 2) I have a beautiful - smart grand daughter And I would never want her to think in a moment of dispare. " my poppa killed himself so it must be ok to do that". Please write if you like-- and know that I do care.

Hmmmmm...really good question!! i'm pretty in touch with my mind and body...i'm not sure that my submissive mind would allow me to get an erection hard enough to be able to Top! If i was fed some Viagra, got an erection and was ordered by my Master, then, yes i would have to. i would prefer to break out some dildos and then i could do Him!! i LOVE that question...thanks!!

asking people on this site to hurt her, means not only she considers herself as nothing. But she's also implicitly considering this community full of people eager to abuse of vulnerable folks; I'm part of this community and (except a couple of assholes) I never met unpleasant people, I indeed found people welcoming me, accepting my fantasies and playing along! This is not a community where to ask people to hurt us. Maybe it's because I'm used to see worst things on web but this kind of request is a way to ask for help and attention. We're no one to say which doctor or which journey to have, but what you need is much far from sex! Asking someone "hurt me so that I'm hospitalized" means extreme desperation and it can't be cured with self-harm! There are people, even children, suffering from war in this world! Why the fuck should someone search for harm on purpose in this way! If people treat you as worthless, they're such. Not you. I had my father who treated me like I was a damage, I ruined his plans, being a twin I was the unplanned child... He was worthless man but when he was dying and vulnerable, despite my hate for him, I did everything to ensure he could die in peace. HIV has been smarter, he's decided not to live inside your blood, aware that you need help and not a virus. Think of this!

But as a pure submissive, would you Top to please your Top if he "demanded" it from you?

I had problems with homeless individuals who would actually block the entrance to shops and places to eat. I was ordering dinner at a very nice place, when suddenly the waiter excused himself to chase a homeless man out of the restaurant. That's incredibly sad. But here is my gripe. I rented a very nice hotel room that was gay friendly. If I had guys over during the day there was no problem. but after 10 pm they locked the doors and I would have to go down to the lobby and let them in. I don't give a damn if the front desk clerk knows I am a ho, funny one trick actually knew the guy behind the front desk. What is aggravating is that many locals won't come out to a hotel or motel because they know they will have to deal with the homeless. My heart breaks for these individuals but I can't give everyone of them a dollar. So I spent a good bit of money on Lyft because many guys wanted to host, they didn't want to come out at night because they felt it was dangerous. Did they care if I was mugged? No. But I was looking to get laid. What is sad is I first started going to San Fran for sexvacations in the late 90s, I would see the homeless sleeping in the entry of some shops. Move ahead to 2007 and they were visible, but they did not cramp my style. 2018 it became obvious there was a problem. I always stay at the same motel, it's a few blocks from the Castro and I get alot of action, especially during the day. I'll continue to go there until the situation prevents me from actually having guests in my room. I love San Fran. The men are more direct, there is not a "back and forth" like in Los Angeles (nothing against guys from L.A. but it is tough to get around and I find them indecisive). I'll continue to go to San Fran until I either am robbed, or can no longer hook up without jumping through hoops. I want the old San Fran back where I can hop online and play with multiple guys in one day and not have to worry about a homeless guy badgering my potential trick!

A month ago in Oslo, a businessman phoned me an invited me over to his hotel. I had just met him a month before at a training studio, and he must have gotten my name from the staff. He was short, stocky, hairy and with quite a big disck. He had seen me eye his cock in the shower, and we were interrupted and I was so embarassed I fled the scene. when I got to the hotel, I took the lift to his room. the door was open, and he was in bed stroking his cock. It was quite big, at least for me. the largest thing inside me is the dilo on my profile photo. He told me to clean myself. I had already done that, but he wanted me in the shower, spreading my legs and ass cheecks so he could control it. when I spread them, he pissed on my hole. I felt so demeaned and confused and really just wanted to leave. when he was finished, he bent down and lubed me. took me by my nck and led me to bed, I knelt down and he gradually showed his cock inside me. It was so painful, I felt I was being split in two. after a while he started pumping me. and I could feel him tense up and his cock fill me. He pulled it out and pushed into my mouth. after that, he told me I had to lave because he had a meeting. I really felt like a cumwhore

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I don’t pull out. Whether I’m getting sucked or I’m fucking. I will blast my load on his face if he wants, but that’s a precursor to me smearing my load into his mouth to swallow. Im utterly disappointed if a man does not swallow. Why waste my cum when it’s a elixir to others?

I told my sister that nipples are an erogenous zone. And I told her to play with her husband’s nipples. At first he pushed her away. And supposedly he became a big fan!

My nipples are wired to my hole. I love having my nipples touched, but having them sucked and nibbled and licked passionately drives me crazy. Men who do it while their dick is inside me connects to something primal in me.

And that's not even mentioning all the benefits to society as a result. Less male frustration, less hate, less rape and harassment of women and so on.

100% pure bottom. i have never Topped and have never even thought about Topping. The submissive in me wants to please and one of the best ways is to let a Top use me in whatever way he wants...

37 in an old man's basement when I was 16

My nipples aren't wired either. I've been more intentional this summer about using different nipple suction devices. My nipples still aren't wired, but they are more sensitive and erect more easily. I'm guessing I'm on the right path?

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.

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NO, NO, NO, NO! This is a privacy issue. Jesus May, and Joseph shut your mouths. It is no one's business if a person comes out of the closet. It is NOT your business to tell the world because you sucked his prick or he fucked you. SO WHAT? Shut your rancid little mouths..... This "holler then though"attitude needs to stop. Your PERSONAL beliefs can DESTROY someone's life. Just shut your mouth and your ass and keep his business PRIVATE.

My first black dick was the most influential: it was my father’s business manager who, one day while just talking normally, we realized we both like men. I was pretty sure he wanted my ass. I visited the business one summer night cuz I knew he would be the last one out being the one to lock up for the night. He locked up. Lights off. In the back hall on the floor in front the main office, he fucked me and though it was painful at first, I was no longer the same man after that. I was about 22 and he was 44-45 maybe. 9.5-10” and good thickness. To this day, I think about Ty from time to time because he was the first among who sparked my transformation into a conquered man unable to resist the advances of superior Black Men who wish to use my holes and body for their needs and pleasure. I am writing this with two creamy wads deep up in my ass from my new Black breeder who turned me out in the locker room stall after we finished up at my gym. He’s almost half my age but it doesn’t matter cuz he owns me.

Since you said dick here's mine.

None of these options is true for me. For my first gay sex experiences I was all top, but my first experience as a bottom was entirely my idea, even though throughout the night we switched places several more times. I love to fuck other guys, but I love getting fucked as well.

In 2001 it was between 1 and 2 million, I remember I initially was told I had 52 T cells. When my doctor filled out the disability paperwork my T cells were at 12 on the last lab he submitted to social security. My Dad took me into the Social Security office I believe the last Friday in June of that year, and I had my first full check on August 3 with partial payments for June and July (For the life of me I can't figure out how why they would give me partial payments but I took them). To be honest, I felt fine. But the KS lesions is what helped me qualify so quickly, I was referred to an oncologist immediately and that was the beginning of the journey.

Chapter 36: Here Kitty Kitty The twink sent me daily pictures and messages telling me how he loved my cock up his ass, and he couldn't wait to feel my cock up his ass again. He also sent pictures of him fucking a girl. The twink asked if he could bring the girl over, and I said yes, but would only fuck him and let her watch. She could finger herself, or he could fuck her after I fucked him. The twink said he woukd ask her. Within an hour, the twink texted back and said she's fine with that. He included a pictures of her shaved pussy, his cock in her and his cum leaking from her pussy. I relented and said I'd fuck her, but only with a condom as i didn't want any possibility of getting her pregnant. I invited them over the next day. Before then, I showed dad our conversations. Dad kissed me and said i had made a wise choice. Dad said he wanted me to have sex with a girl, but didn't want me to knock one up. He told me that he didn't want me knocked up either but said if the twink wanted to breed me, he was OK with it. The next day they both showed up on time. The girl was very sexy, and had large tits, something I admired. We immediately went to the bedroom where there was a porn with two guys and a girl ready to be played. They immediately got naked, and the girl immediately started sucking the twinks cock. She seemed to be good at it, and I said suck my cock bitch. Once I was fully hard, I told the girl I wanted to fuck her tits. She agreed, and while I did, she fingered herself until dripping. I rubbed hlmy cock on her wet pussy to use it as lube on the twinks ass. I fucked him good, but the girl begged me to fuck her. I then put on a condom before fucking the girl. I said she should ride my cock so she could take it at her speed, and the twink could get his cock sucked at the same time. The twink came in her mouth before I came in the condom. I took the condom off and shared the contents with both of them. I was happy that I was able to try pussy, but there's nothing better than a hungry tight ass!

I jumped in the car and immediately noticed a wall with a door behind the front seats covering up the back, “where you headed to faggot?” What did he just call me? Wasn’t he calling me cute earlier? “Umm. Just a few blocks up is my house” I replied He started driving and after a couple minutes he asked if I could hand him a water bottle from the back of the van through the door behind the seats “Just go to the back of the van and get me a water bitch it’s the least you could do for me driving you home” My head responded with “Yes sir” before I could even process a different response, I opened the door and stepped through the back half of the van, it was almost pitch black because it had no windows, upon walking through I felt something come up behind me and grab me by my neck, but the van kept going, I tried to see what was choking me and pinning me down and i saw another man around the same age as sam except much bigger in both height and weight, im 5’4 and this second man was around a whole foot taller than me so me fighting back probably wasn’t the best idea but I still did it. SMACK “dumb little bitch really think you can get me off you?” he was on top of me at this point strangling me and slapping me. I was on the edge of tears, “Sam pull the van over so we can use this whore” “yeah yeah yeah I’m pulling into the alley now” As soon as the van stopped the man in the back grabbed me by my hair and shoved his cock down my throat, I have a really bad gag reflex and this sudden violence in my throat made me vomit on my abusers cock “What a fucking bitch, you’re dressed like that and can’t even throat a cock?” SMACK My eyes were full of tears, my throat was being raped, there was vomit on my cute shirt, and now Sam came into the back. They ordered me on all fours and Sam got behind me, the man who’s name I didn’t know but was abusing my throat went on for another 5 minutes while Sam was touching, slapping, and licking my ass, finally my rapist took his cock out of his mouth and lifted up his shirt to show me a tattoo on his chest “Do you know what this tattoo is bitch?” I responded “a scorpion? Um.. It’s your favorite animal?” He laughed at me when I said this SMACK ”do you really not know you stupid slut? it means I’m POZ, both Sam and I are poz breeders” before I could respond Sam shoved his dick in me, the only lube being his spit from when he was rimming me, it hurt so bad and I’m not used to having anything other than fingers in me “Wait…. fuck…. Ouch… stop…. doesn’t poz mean….. owwwww fuck… doesn’t that mean you have… hiv…” Sam grabbed my hair and pulled it closer to him as he was fucking me “That’s right bitch. And you’re gonna take both our fucking loads” To be continued

Pozzed while Cruising 8 But Josh was going to be the starter. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. Pozzed While Cruising 8 That night, I had one of the best night sleeps I think I have had in a long while. I leaked cum all over my sheets. I woke up the next day a sticky mess, but I loved it. I peeled my self out of my curusty bed thanking the gods of lustful sex my roommate was gone. He would never understand my wanton lust of cock, of poz cock. I trudged off to the shower to wash off the sex from the previous night. I had the shower to myself. So, I was in and out without incident. I got ready in my room. I was hoping to see Josh in class today and introduce him to Jake and some of his friends. I, also, had another guy in mind in another class, but my white whale would be getting Ty to crossover. I sat in my first class and my mind just wondered about my afternoon class. I even chubbed up at my desk as I daydreamed. As soon as class was over I went into the Union where I knew there was a cruisy restroom on the 3rd floor. I thought I would head there for some “lunch”. This spot was on the third floor down a long hall for banquets that anyone rarely used anymore. It felt that to be here you had a reason to be here or were up to something. I thought I was a bit of both. There was someone just ahead of me walking in the same direction. I could not make out anything about the guy but that he was tall and a bit lanky. I was a good 100 feet behind him. So he had plenty of time to get into the bathroom and get comfortable. When I walked in there were 4 stalls, 3 urinals and the first and third stall were taken. So, I did what any good cocksucker would do. I took the one in the middle. The first thing I noticed was the two large gloryholes on each side of the urinal. They were nearly big enough to put my hand through. I dropped my shorts and lightly tugged on my ever-hardening cock. So if they were looking they would get a good view of my cock and know what my intentions were. I sat down on the toilet. I looked to my right through the glorlyhole and there was a guy already on his knees sucking off another guy. So, I immediately panned left and there was a huge black cock poking through the hole just waiting for me. I leaned and started sucking his large cock. He spoke,”yeah, I knew you was a cocksucker the way you followed me in here.” I honestly wasn’t following him, but I sucked his thick dick a little harder to affirm his notion. Meanwhile, in the next stall. I was hearing a bit more shuffling. I could not turn my head to see, but what I heard led me to think the boy that was sucking is now about to get fucked. I pulled off my black monster to ‘catch’ my breath, but I wanted to peak in on the other stall. What I saw was Jake forcing his thick poz cock into a twink of a guy without a condom. I boned up a tad more. I heard the kid, the twink, ask for a condom, but Jake assured the kid that he trusted the kid was clean. He was only going to put the tip in. I chuckled as I leaned back in to serve the bbc before me, but he withdrew his log and knelt down to ask me to join him in his stall. I thought he wanted to fuck me, but instead he just did not want the wall between us anymore. I sat on the toilet and he proceeded to fuck me face for the next 5 minutes. I gagged, choked and coughed as he fusked my throat. He was ruthless with my mouth and throat. He announced he was going to cum. I pushed his cock deeper in my throat as cock pulsed and unloaded in my mouth and throat. Meanwhile, I could hear the twink grunt and take Jake’s hung tainted meat in his ass. I grinned to myself as my throat fucker told me he was here often. He’d like to see me again. I nodded and said anytime. I could hear Jake fuck the twink harder and quicker. From my limited experience with Jake, I could tell he was getting ready to cum. The twink asked him not to cum in him, but I knew that was not going to happen. I moved back over to my stall as my throat fucking bbc left me just istting there with a hard cock. I watched Jake bang away at the twink. He saw me watching from my stall. He flashed me a thumbs up. He gripped the twinks thighs, pushed his cock deep inside and came a huge toxic load. I could see the fear in the twinks face, but at the same time his cock erupted leaving a puddle on the floor beneath him. I sat back and thought about jerking my rock hard cock, but I chose to save it for my last class of the day. I was hoping to run into Josh and maybe Jake or one of the poz crew. “What does that tattoo mean?” I heard the twink ask Jake. “Oh, it is just biohazard tat, it means nothing, I just thought it was cool.’ I heard Jake replay. “But what about the plus sign?” the twink quizzed Jake. Jake just laughed and told the kind, “google it!” And then Jake opened the door and hustled out of the bathroom. The Twink looked at the hole and saw me watching. He put up his hand over the hole and I took that as a hint to leave. When I got outside, Jake was nowhere to be found. I had a good appetizer, but I was still hungry. So I went down to the Union main hall to grab some lunch. More to Come I love your hot feedback Reach out to me if you want to chat or more Joey

It was about 6 PM, I saw that guy's Cadillac parked out front when walked up. I snuck around the corner, and I saw him talking to the manager. He was looking at our old apartment, I still had stuff in there. What the fuck. I over him asking when the stuff would be out. The guys said, 20 days. Then fresh paint and it is yours. Nice! I could see a pair of my dirty underwear in his left hand when he came out, the manager walked off and he lifted it to his nose and sniffed. Then he put it in his pocket and walked out of the pool area. That is sick. I worked the next couple hour packing up my things in boxes even though I not yet have a place to go and brough my directly clothes over to Bryce’s place. I got a text just before I was going to the hotel for round two. The guys said, I found your number in your apartment, looks like you need a new place to live. I am renting it, if you do not have anywhere to go, you can stay with me till you find a place. This guy kind of made my skin crawl. He was creepy. I went back to the hotel and Brian was already there. I emailed the straight guy and he said he was ready. Same as last time. I looked at Brian and said, he was everything the same. I looked down and Brian was tenting. He had not worn any underwear so he could get his shorts down easier. We went to the elevator, I said, nice dick. Brian said, thanks it is almost eight and kind of thick. He said, I cannot wait to get inside that straight guy ass. From what I can tell he has a hot body and is good looking. Buddy of mine works at the hotel and snapped a picture of him in the hotel gym locker room. The guy had his shirt off, great chest and abs, good looking face. He was in just his underwear with that killer budge of his and a nice thick bubble ass we already knew about. I looked at it and I too was boned hard. Brian said, hot that a bottom is fucking a straight guy. I must admit as he winked at me. We entered same as last time, we both hot up and ate his ass. I got down and sucked his cock first this time and Brian brought some lube this time and he lubed up his dick. It popped in; the guy moaned loudly. He fucked him nice and slow and then picked up the pace and shot his load inside the straight guy 15 minutes later. I took his place, licked the guy's hole, there was cum on it. I slide in and fucked him but could only last five minutes. Brian got up again. The guy was about to move but he put his hand on his ass near his hip as he came around. He lubed up again and pressed his thick dick on the guy's hole and fucked him another ten minutes and shot his nut in the guy and pulled out and off the bed. I continued to suck the guy until he flooded my mouth with his cum. Then the guy got up not saying a word and went into the bathroom and Brian and I left. Neither of us said a word but when we got downstairs, we both went into the bathroom, and I pulled Brian’s shorts down and sucked his thick cock clean. It was still hard, and he shot yet another load in my mouth. I headed back to the Bryce’s place. I checked squirt, the guy emailed and said, I need both throats at 7 AM, let me know tonight. I text Brian, he said fuck yea. This is seriously hot. I confirmed and we both had our throats fuck and he ended up with three more loads, two from Brian and one from me. I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his load, after taking the straight guys upstairs and we sat in the lobby with a cup of coffee and waited for the straight guy to come out of the elevator, pulling his league, across the lobby for the uber waiting. The guy was hot! What was even hotter, he had our loads still in him. Brian was so excited he leaned in and kissed me. You need to include me anytime anything like this happening fuck this was so hot. I agree and we went our separate ways. When I got back, I thought maybe I should not have done it but fuck, my dick was so hard I had to go jack off. I blew a huge load all over my stomach. I looked down at it, my load looked the same as before. Nothing seemed to change, the color, texture and smell. I tasted it; it still tasted the same. Maybe the test results were wrong after all. I got a text from Brian, all it said was Hot!!!!! I dozed off knowing that I had an appointment tomorrow at 6 PM again at that weird clinic. I woke up in the middle of the night imagining that the nurse had me in a barn and my ass was up and a pony was fucking my hole. I woke up terrified, my heart was racing but my dick was rock hard. I jacked off again and feel back asleep. When I woke, I was hugely worried about my living situation. I refused to entertain that weird guy offer. No one had responded, I sent one last email. The ad read, need a house attendant, you must me very responsible, no guest allowed, be quiet, younger guys preferred but open, this position offers, housing and some financial benefits. Send your emails to ESTwatchers@gmail.com Please include a picture of yourself, this host often has guest by the pool. Please take a selfie by the pool in a speedo front and back and a face shot for consideration. No nude or pornographic pictures. His is a professional position and we are on the up and up. I put on my best speedo and went to the pool and snapped two shots and a face shot and sent the mail. I got an auto response that my email had been received and would be reviewed. It went on to say, if you do not hear right away. There may not be a position for you, you will be contacted once one opens to see if you are available. I really hoped something would come of this. I signed back on squirt; the straight guy emailed. Hey fag, that was hot fucking two fag boys' throats. I will be back in two nights, let me know if both of you are available. I need some more throat service. My dick was rock hard, I text Brian a copy of the message and he text back. Fuck yea. I text the straight guy back and said, yes, we are both available for you to fuck our throats. His response was good fags! I chuckled that he kept talking like that when the three of now knew how much he loved taking dick. I bet Wes would love to get his dick inside that Straight guy hole. The thought of that made me rock hard. I jacked off picturing it. I wanted to see if Wes would be into it. I was not even sure how to even ask him, but I text him. The exchange is below: Me: He Wes, what’s up? Wes: Hey little fag, you need my POZ cum in your ass. Me: I have been thinking about you, yea I think I may have to come over sometime. I am trying to hold off since I am still on Prep (not sure why, but I am I thought) Wes: Let me know if you change your mind, you know I really want to get inside your neg ass. Me: Well, that is what I am texting you about sort of. I started sucking off this straight guy who was coming to town. Huge dick, totally anonymous where he would fuck my throat and eventually shoot his load down it. Long story short he loves his ass eaten too and a couple trips ago I fucked his hole and shot inside it. He loved it. I brough a buddy, another bottom. The same thing happened but we both ended up fucking him and Cumming inside him. Me: If the guy were into it and no promises, would you eat his hole and fuck him? Oh, and I forgot, once we go in the room there is no talking, and the lights are off. He is hot, bubble butt on the guy about 30 years old. Wes: Fucking Yes, I do not do the throat fucking thing, but I would eat his hot hole and breed the fuck out of him. I would not even have to make him beg me for my poz load. Me: Okay, he is here Thursday. What is your schedule? I will see if I can make it happen. When the other guy fucked him with a bigger dick than mine, he moaned so loud. He would love your dick. I thought I would wait to bring it up, Wes texts back he would make time for something like this. I said, let me make it happen then. I went back to some schoolwork and killing time before my meeting at the clinic. I got a lot of my schoolwork done and projects caught up. All that time with Bryce put me behind, I was failing almost all my classes. It was 5PM. I decided to go for a coffee but went to a coffee shop closer to the clinic and waited there till it was 10 minutes till 6 PM. I got there at 6:05 and the receptionist was just about to lock the door. She let me in and told me the nurse would be with me shortly. Out came the hot nurse and he let me back. He took me to a shower and told me to clean out and he took my clothes and left me a gown on top of a towel. I did, I was dried off and waiting for him when he came back. He took me back to the room with the stirrups and got me positioned. He came over, took some blood, he said Doctor Ryan has called in another doctor for a consultation. Doctor Vince will pop his head in, he will say hi in a minute and then I more questions for you. He left and Doctor Vince came in. He said, Cody how are you today? I said fine. He said, good. Doctor Ryan wanted a second opinion on you and your case. Mind if a do a little pre-exam? No, go right ahead. Doctor Vince was hot, he stood 6’5 210 pounds of pure muscle great face and big arms, he also had big hands realized with he started examining me. He lifted my gown to my neck. He felt my chest, rubbing over my nipples. He was making them rock hard, and I started to moan. He pulled out a recorder, make not his left nipple is connected. He did the same to the right, then another note that my right nipple is connected. He worked his hand down my little body and then came to my dick. It was rock hard now and leaking. He lifted it, rubbed it putting it down. He lifted my balls and felt them and felt them, then let them go. He stated his recorder. Balls and penis unremarkable, alert and active. His hand went to my taint and down to my hole, he rubbed my hole without his glove for a minute making me horny. Then he put on a glove and lubed up his fingers and put one, two then three inside me. He worked them around and then slide another in making that four. His fingers were so thick. He felt like the other fist I had inside me already. He pulled out, degloved saying. Hole is remarkable, well used and ready. He left my gown like that and said the nurse will be in shortly to continue. On the way out, he hit the recorder and said, patient is very good looking, in great shape, blow average dick, above average hole and appears to be a bottom who loves his hole stretched. I was hot and demoralized all at the same time. He talked about me like, I was not there. I loved that, he called my dick unremarkable, but he liked my hole is what I got out of that. The nurse came in and said, Cody, I need to ask you some questions. Have you been taking your PEP? I said yes! How many loads have you taken since the last visit? I think 17, all in your ass. No, 8 orally and 9 in my ass. Anyone fists you, no, no one fisted me. Any of the loads Positive? I do not think so, you do not know he said. No, I didn’t ask. He smiled; he had not had any expression previously. He then lubed up my hole, slide the lube gun inside me filled me with lube. He washed his hands and left the room turning the light off like last time. Twenty minutes later the door opened and closed. Then I felt hands on my leg then my hole and heard a zipper, felt fingers at and then in my hole. They twisted around and then that fat head again on my hole. Again, poppers were put on my chest, they were cold, I grabbed then and hoofed four each side and then the huge dick slide inside me inching in slowly. I think it was the same guy who did this before. He was louder this time, under his breath he said, it fits better. Then nice fucking hole, then nothing for five minutes as I moaned and whimpered, his breathing hot heavy, he grunted and started to shake as he unloaded in me. He left it inside me till he softened, and he dick slowly inched, at the external ring he had to pull his head out. He seemed to clean up, then he left. Then the door opened and closed, another guy was at my hole, he was rock hard already. I hit the poppers again as he pressed against my hole. He slid inside me with some easy and fucked me hard and steady. I was moaning just before he shot his load, I came all over my chest as I said fucking A, I am Cumming. He pulled out, under his breath I heard better than before. He left, leaving me in the dark with cum on my stomach. The door opened and closed, then a hand hit my stomach and took the cum from my stomach to lube his cock. I hit the poppers, this must be Doc Vince, that hand felt huge. He pressed his dick on my hole, it was stuck, he lubed my hole and his dick more and tried again. He pressed, nothing then he pulled away and slide his hand inside me, four finger and twisted them around and pressed hard so they got all the way to his knuckles and withdrew them quickly and shoved his dick against my hole and I pushed my hole out and it grabbed his head and sucked on it. He said, nice. He was not talking under his breath. He said do that again, I did as he inched his dick inside me. This went on for ten minutes Once inside me he wiggled it around and used his body to pull it slowly out, then again, I had to suck him back in, but it only took a few minutes and finally he was able to slide in and out of me. I kept hitting the poppers till he was fucking me. Five minutes later I was involuntarily Cumming again as his dick unloaded inside me. He pulled out, the Nurse came back in and said, that is it for tonight, your next visit will be Saturday. He took me back to the shower and I cleaned off and got dressed, the Nurse led me to the yellow exit door, and I went home with an appointment card. I went home, rubbed my sore open hole and fell asleep. I woke up at 4 am and had to jack off. Then dozed back off to sleep wondering how it was going to go at the studio and knowing I could now rent a hotel room if I needed to Monday when I had to leave Bryce's place.

I curled up on the bed, then I decided I needed to go to the bookstore and work this out. I cleaned out and headed over. I text the older guy with the PA. asking if he and his friend would be there. He texts me back, when are heading over. Now, I text. Let me text a few buds and see if anyone is available. I started walking, a text came back. See you in 15 minutes. I came in just as two hot guys were leaving. They had been in booth seven, could only imagine how that started. I waited five minutes and in walked the PA guy and two buds followed. The blind guy was there and new guy. He looked military, 28, had tats and a crew cut. The military guy looked me up and down. I started to go into the booth and PA guy came in with me. He tapped the booth to the right and Military guy slide through a long thick dick. It was a surprise that he was uncut. I leaned down and sucked his dick for a couple minutes and then PA tapped the other glory hole and the blond guy slide his cock through. Long thick and cut. I licked and sucked his dick. Then he told me, both seven is waiting for you. These two guys are going to fuck you. I opened the booth we were in and walked to seven. The blond guy came out first and then Military. The blond guy came in and kissed me, when military tapped on the door the blond guy unlatched it. We were making out when there was pounding on the door telling us to put money in. The blond guys said, come over to my place and we can have some fun. I agreed and once the attendant had left, we slipped out and four of us walked to the Blond's apartment. When we arrived, the blond told me to undress. The lights were off the three guys also undressed and PA had me suck his dick while the two guys went into the bedroom. PA brought me in, and the blond was on the bed. He lubed up my ass and slide his fingers in me and said, go ride that big dick. You loved his dick last time. I got up on the bed, grabbed his dick and slide it into my hole and lowered myself on him. He pulled me forward and fucked me for a couple minutes, Military guy was fucking my mouth while the blond used my hole. He pulled out and PA fed me his cock and PA went around and pressed his dick against my hole and forced his way inside me and they both fucked me for ten minutes and military shot his load inside me. He pulled out, came around and fed me his cock to clean off. PA was next to push in, he went in easier, and he fucked me and soon came inside me, and he took Militaries place, I sucked his dick. He had taken out his PA to DP me. That is why he went in so easy. I heard the front door, military was gone, then PA left. The blond told me to ride his dick while he texts a couple buds. Five minutes later I heard the door, a guy got on the bed and pushed me forward, pressing his cock against my hole and he finally popped in. He said, fucking tight hole he fucked me, it hurt. I heard the door, and another guy came in and he fed me his cock. Nice thick uncut dick. Soon the blond shot inside me. The new uncut guy took the blonds place on the bottom, and he told me to slide on him. I did and the guy in back shoved his dick in me and pounded my hole till he shot inside me and pulled out and left. The blonde was in the shower, The guy inside me still pushed me to the side and told me to spread my legs and he fucked me till he came inside me. He grabbed me and took me to the living room and said, better get dressed, Mike never likes the bottom to still be here when he gets out of the shower. I rushed to get my clothes on, shut the door and walked home to my empty apartment. I text Bryce to see if I could crash at his place. He said, sure but only for a few days. I went over, the key was where he said it would be and I went in, I was able to watch TV and I poured myself a couple shot to take this dull pain away. I spent the night chilling; I did not answer any texts or calls. I feel asleep with the TV on in the living room. I woke up and checked my voicemail, there was a call from the social worked to call her back. It came in last night and she said my drugs were approved and are ready for pick up. I got around and rushed to the bus station and an hour later I was at the clinic. I picked up the pills and took my first dose. I felt better already. I got back on the bus and headed back. I got call from the clinic and they said, the Doctor Ryan has an opening at the clinic on your side of town tonight at 6 PM. He usually never books that time but for you he has agreed. I told him I would be there, they said they would email the address. I got home and it was already 1 PM, I got text from John asking to see me. He said he had a late lunch but needed to see me. I went over at 3PM, he welcomed me and took me into the back room. We made out and he pushed down my shorts, ate my hole and then lubed up his cock and fucked me for ten minutes till he came. He turned me around and said, can you spend the night with me tonight. I told him yes, He said come over tonight at 10 PM I have a long day today. By the time I got back to Bryce’s place it was 4 PM, I grabbed a bite, used my laptop to do some homework till 5:30 and headed to the clinic. I headed to the clinic, I waited in the lobby and the receptionist left. It left the male nurse and the Doctor. Cody, the nurse said, come back to room four. I followed him to room four, he handed me a gown telling me to get undressed completely and Doctor Ryan would be in. I was sitting there naked, the nurse came back in and said, change of plans. He wants you in room one. Leave your clothes here, you will come back here when you are finished. The nurse placed me on a table with my legs out in stirrups, my gown pulled up. Doctor Ryan told me to restrict your ability to have an orgasm. I understand that when he examined you earlier you had one. He would like to be able to complete the exam without you having another orgasm. He placed my balls clasped in metal sleeves keep my balls from moving. He then caged my dick. Finally, he put gloves on and lubed my hole and slide a metal piece inside me and lubed up my insides. Okay, Cody, the doctor wanted to know a few things. You said you only took one Poz load and the guy lied about it, is that right? I hesitated but said Yes. Since then, have you jacked off at all about poz guys or cum? Again, I hesitated and said No. Cody, it is important that you are honest here. This is a safe space. Okay, the guy did not lie, he told me he was positive, and we agreed he would not cum inside me, but he did. Oh, so you let the positive guy fuck you bare. Yes, I love bare cock. I told him we should wait but he slid inside anyway. I see, so you have difficulty saying no when you are horny. Is that correct? Yes, that is very correct. This one is always hard for bottoms to answer. How many individual loads have you taken, not tops but the actual loads? Doc thinks it is best to give you multiple choice. Less than 10, less than 20, less than 40 or less then 50 and finally more than 50. I hesitated, Cody, there is no judgement. More than 50 I said quickly. Orally and anally. Okay so you really do love cum. What is the biggest dick you have taken? 11.5 and several beer can, thick dicks. Ever been fisted? Yes! Do you like being fisted? Yes, If you could be fisted or fucked with a huge cock and the guy cums inside you which, would you rather. The guy who cums inside me. I am going to leave the light off, it will help you relax for the examination. I heard the door and then felt a hand on my stomach, then he felt my dick and balls. Moved to my hole, a finger slipped in, then another. Soon he had four inside me and then he pulled out. Then he pressed what felt like a baseball club inside me. It did not want to go inside me. He pulled away. The fingers entered again, this time he pressed harder, and his thumb went inside me. Soon he had his fist inside, and I was moaning. Then his big dick pressed up against my hole. I remember that I should push out and I started to push out and soon his dick was inside me. My hole was still tight around his elephant dick. I heard spray and impact was put on a rag and put in my mouth. I opened some and he started to slowly fuck me and soon he was fucking me at a nice rhythm. Then I heard him grunt as he shoved inside me, he stayed there till he dick softened, and it slide out. I could not believe what had just happened. Five minutes later the doctor came in and said, Hi Cody, sorry for making you wait. I see you met Travis the nurse. He asked you lots of questions and I am looking over your answers. I am a bit concerned that you take so much raw cum inside you not being on PreP. Once your results are back, we really need to start that. I am going to put my glove on now and see if the abrasion in your hole has changed any. This may be uncomfortable. You and use these if you need to. He tossed me poppers. He sat down, I could not see him, but I felt his fingers in my loosened-up hole. It had to have cum from whoever fucked me. He slid two, three and then four. He twisted back and forth I all I could do I moan much like ai did when the guy was fucking me. He slides his thumb beside his fingers and worked my hole and his fist went inside me. He worked my hole and soon he was up the forearm. That is good Cody, you are doing great. I had been hitting the poppers to help. He slowly pulled out and said, it is the same. That’s good Cody. Now, it is important to let that hole relax. I am going to turn the lights off. Rest! Again, someone came in, this time they went straight for my hole. A baseball bat sized cock pushed against my hole. It seemed different and slowly slide inside me. This time whoever it had fucked me hard and long for ten minutes and show his load inside me. I heard him say hot hole. Then he pulled out and disappeared out of the room. From the table I could not see the door open and close just the light and darkness. I thought fuck, this is a doctor's office. When the nurse came back in and cleaned up my hole he said. All finished. I have made you another appointment for Wednesday at the same time. He unleased my penis along with my balls and helped me down and walked me back to my clothes and said, I will leave you in here to get dressed. You may leave through the yellow door when you are finished. I left, in a daze, this was entirely fucked up. I rushed back to Bryce’s and jacked off. I did some homework and answered some texts from my mother and family. I had reached out form some money and I had already received $3,000.00 to help me get stabilized. I also started looking for a place to rent. Just a room to rent for now. I send out several emails but nothing yet. I was killing time; a text came in from Wes. When can have that hot neg hole again? Not until I am on PreP. Sorry, just started PEP and need to finish that and then start PreP. He said, okay I get it. How about you come by tomorrow and we can just suck each other. We can do that till you are on PreP right? Make out? Let me eat your hole. Let me think about, hit me up tomorrow. I had two loads deep inside me and I was heading over to John's place. I needed to focus. Around 9:30 I headed over to Wes’s place. He kissed me and even had a present for me. I opened it and it was a cock ring. He asked me to put it on. I did, it was bright blue, Wes said it looked great on me. He helped me take the rest of my clothes off and then led me to the bedroom. I got up on the bed as he undressed, his dick rock hard. He got on top of me and kissed me, then slowly lifted my legs up and pressed his now lubed dick against my hole and it slipped inside. He fucked me for twenty minutes and shot inside, he then turned me to my side and kissed my neck and soon he was hard again, and he slide inside me and fucked for thirty minutes and shoved deep grunting loudly as he shot. When I woke up, he fucked me one more time this time making me cum all over my chest. We showed and again, toast and fruit. Then I was off my way, later that day I took my HIV test that Bryce sent. I thought nothing of it I went to the store and came back. It said, I was positive. That cannot be. I took another one, this time I watched it and this one came back positive also. I took the third test; it was fucking positive. I reached out to Bryce, he asked if I took my test the studio was asking. I snapped a picture and sent it to him. He said, nothing but what is your Zelle, I received a notification that $5,000 was deposited in my account from a corporation. I asked him what that was. He said, it was part of the deal. You held up your end, this was the final payment. He said, I will send you a video explain it all to you. By the way, the movers will be there this coming Monday to get my stuff. You will need to find a place by then. That is all he said, I text him a couple more times and I only got, Bryce cannot talk right now. He will text you when he can. I was numb. What the fuck now. I sat in the living room and wondered who, how? Was it Wes? Someone else? I looked up how long it takes, and it said two weeks or more. It was not Wes then or the two random guys. I shut my phone off and sat in the dark for the next three hours. I cried and took several walks after and even took a dip in the pool which I had not done in a long time. I signed on to Squirt later and I got a message from the straight guy I had fucked. He said he would be back tomorrow. He wanted to use my throat again. I decided that was harmless. I asked what time and he said be here at 7PM. Once I check in, I will send you my room number.

For most men, "straight" actually means "a hole is a hole". The best thing about the straight men is that they don't expect relationships or any other interaction, they just want to cum in a hole then abandon you. That's perfect.

I had no idea about this couple except glancing knowing them - in a small bar - drinking - went back to their place - having fun / drinking - the husband falls asleep . his was so Beautiful - set of tits would not quit - she mentioned be back - she came back in a kniighty - see through gown - pussy really hairy - she came on to me - taking my clothes off -oh fucking HOT ! Pounding her pussy really Good - Big Huge Load dripping out ! Next thing I knew she went down - licking me - sucking me off - pounding her mouth - then in a shock - looking down - it was her husband taking me . She crawled up - kissing me lightly - spread her legs over my face - eating her cunt out - then realizing her husband tried fucking me - I allowed him shoot his load up in me - they now have a friend for future good times !

Coming from a bottom: Being clean is the best advice anyone can give you! Also, you probably are not ready to receive cum in your ass, so try using a condom first. you still get that throbbing feeling! After awhile you will or will not hate condoms! Before fucking bare be sure you are ready for consequences. Im still Neg , I think, getting tested today! with that being said the feeling of a cock cumming inside you is unbelievable, at least it is to me!