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I'd always been fascinated by the bathhouse scene. Something about back to back anonymous hookups just gets my engine purring as a horny bottom. It had been awhile since I'd been to one but it also been a rough week. My BF just left me, and my usual fwb weren't around. I needed fucking and I needed it bad. Normally I liked to play bare in bed, but anytime I'd been to a bathhouse I always made the guys wrap up due to the sense of elevated risk. This time though, I had been fighting off a serious urge to take some loads deep. At this point in the story I am an experienced bareback bottom, neg despite years of risky play, and not on prep. I'm not sure why I never went on prep, other than sometimes the subconscious makes decisions for us. So I made a pact with myself. I'd head down to the nearest bathhouse and leave the condoms at home. I wanted to take 12 loads total, ideally from at least 6 different guys. My record was 8 so this was only a small stretch but enough to make me work for it. I packed my bag and hopped the train. As soon as arrived I could tell it was going to be a fun night. It was Saturday so the place was packed. I checked in and went to find my locker. I could feel guys eyes on my tight little ass as I stripped and closed my locker. I returned the stares with a wink and headed off to find an open sling. I wanted to get a few loads under my belt right away to ease my anxiety. As soon as I got myself situated in a sling, three guys had already lined up to play. Off to a good start. The first guy came right up and started touching me and playing with my hole. "Love an unused hole. You want me safe or bare babe?" to which I replied "only bare please". He smiled and lubed up. Before long he was balls deep and fucking me hard while the other two watched. Without another word he shot his load deep in my willing cunt and pulled out. The second guy didn't hesitate to follow in the same fashion. The third guy was bigger than both of them and took his time with me, really pleasuring me as he fucked me deep and slow. We both came together and I could tell he shot a huge load in me. After he did he said he'd be right back. He returned a few moments later with a sharpie. "I want to help you keep track" he said as he wrote Load Count and struck 3 lines below it. I found this incredibly hot and said "lets make it 4 then". He gladly obliged and flooded my hole again, dutifully adding another strike to my thigh. He slipped the marker into a pocket in the strap of the sling, kissed me, and left. I decided it was time to move around so I got up, taking the marker with me, and headed in search of a nice cock to suck on to give my ass a small break. I quickly found a nice hung guy in a room with the door open who was jerking off alone. I quickly joined him and sank to my knees. He gladly released his hand from his cock and fed it to me. I could tell he was close so I wasted no time and made him shoot his load down my throat. Yum. "Find me later in a sling": I said and left. The evening was moving fast and my load count was only 1/3 there so I decided it was time to get back to it. I headed for the dark room, found a bench and got on, bending over and making my cunt available for whoever came along. After a few minutes I heard someone shuffle in and slowly his hands found me. Without ever saying a word, his hard cock found my hole and he slid right in, made easy by all the cum leaking out of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes, came inside, and left without a word. Another cock followed in the same fashion. This one managed to grunt "fuck yeah you're a cum dump" before pulling out. I was incredibly turned on and hadn't cum since the sling. I needed more. I stumbled out into the hallway and took my trusty sharpie to myself, adding two more strikes. I wasn't counting mouth shots, so now I was up to 6 loads. As I did this, I noticed a tall strong looking guy watching me from the other side of the hallway. He had a long thick cock. I glanced him up and down noticeably enough for him to walk over and talk to me. As he got closer I noticed a biohazard tattoo above his hip. I knew what this was, and it wasn't what I was seeking. Nevertheless, he was very attractive and his cock was amazing. "Taking a few loads there, huh boy?" he said looking down at me. "Yes sir" I mumbled back, still gazing at his cock. "You want a few more?" he responded, cock twitching and rock hard. "I...um.." I stumbled over my words, looking at him, his cock, back to his tattoo, back to him. "I'm not on prep". "No? Hm, well maybe you're not ready for my toxic loads yet then, but I'm sure we will change that". With that he leaned in and kissed me hard, and grabbed my ass, then walked away saying "it's your choice". Looking down my cock was so hard. Fuck. Why did that turn me on so much? Now throbbing, I needed a distraction from that beautiful cock. Passing a few rooms, I finally found one that was open. Two guys were jerking each other off in a bed. I stepped in and offered myself "need a bottom boys?". They both nodded enthusiastically and got up to make room for me. They both fucked me missionary, taking turns tagging me with their bare cocks. Soon enough my count was up to 8 as I left the room with their loads dripping down my leg. In the hallways I passed mr biohazard again. Fuck I thought, my cock just twitched again and he definitely noticed as I blushed and looked away. I felt him look back as I passed and chuckled - probably at the amount of cum leaking out of my well used hole. I headed back to the sling, hoping to free my mind from this little trap and bump my count up as I was starting to get a little tired. Sure enough as I strapped in, and secured my sharpie back in its original place, another man was at the door staring at me and jerking himself off. I motioned him to come in. He walked up, staring at my leg and all the tallies counting up the loads I'd taken. "I love cum dumps" he said. "you want me to fuck you?". "please" i managed to moan back. "Good, I have been waiting for someone to let me breed them all day". He slid in easily. His cock was on the smaller side, but he had a good build and a cute face. And honestly after the ravaging I'd been taking a smaller cock was kind of a relief. He really got off on my sloppy but still tight enough little hole and shot his load quickly into me. A little disappointed, I was quickly relieved when he didn't pull out and started thrusting again - driving his first load deeper and then finally shooting a second one in me. "fuck yes, add your tallies please" I said as he pulled out. I could feel his fresh cum leaking out of me. He looked down as it splattered on the floor. "Shame, I wish more had stayed inside you. You're pretty full.". With that he got down on the ground and started eating me out, extracting all those loads with his tongue. It felt amazing. He came back up and planted a big cummy kiss on my lips. "Let's try that again" and as though he had endless stamina, he thrust his cock back in me again - fucking me slow and deep this time until he shot what felt like the biggest load yet deep inside. He pulled out, added another tick line to my thigh, kissed me, and left. 11 loads will have to do, I thought to myself. It wasn't going to get better than that. But I wanted to cum again, so I lingered in the sling for a few minutes, jerking myself off. Before I could cum I heard a voice at the door. "I guess you're ready for me now." I looked up to see mr biohazard, harder than before, standing in front of me. Fuck. My cock got even harder at the sight of him. "Let me help" he said, taking my cock into his hand. I returned the favor, I thought maybe I could satisfy him with a mutal jo and call it a day. As we played with each other he leaned in close, and said "I need to be inside you boy". Looking up at him I must have just looked like an utter slut. I opened my mouth, providing an invite, again hoping this would satisfy him. He took me up on it, pulling me forward so he could get his cock deep in my mouth. As I sucked him he started talking to me. "No point resisting me now boy. I just watched you take 3 poz loads from my friend Ben. He's even more toxic than I am. But I don't want him to have all the fun, I had called you first.". With his cock filling my mouth I couldn't say a word but panic clearly spread over my face. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. I guess you have a choice now, huh? You can get out of here, get some pep and you probably won't convert. Or, you can stay, and enjoy this big cock burying itself deep in your fertile little hole. You can give in to my big poz loads. Heck if you do that, maybe I'll even go home with you and we can make a night of it. Yeah, I think you'd like that". My heart was racing as his words sunk in. I'd already taken 3 poz loads? As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he pushed me back and started to tease my hole with his cock. "What'll it be then boy?". My fear was quickly turning to ecstasy as he gently pushed the head of his cock into me. Looking over his shoulder I could see a few guys had gathered to watch, and one of them was the very guy who'd given me the sharpie. He caught my glance and said "Wow you're doing great on that load count, I didn't realize mine wouldn't be your only poz load of the night". FUCK. I'd been taking poz loads all night?! At this moment something in my brain snapped. I broke. All my mind could focus on was this huge hard cock begging to enter me, and that missing 12rh strike on my thigh. I looked up at him and just managed to choke out the words "just take me then". At this all he and the guys at the door went wild. "yeah boy, I knew you'd give it up" he just about shouted and with that he pushed in - all the way in - fucking deep inside me. I felt his balls hit my ass as I let out a loud moan and gasped "oh fuck yes". He went to town on me, fucking slow and deep and then by the end railing me harder than any guy yet. I felt him tense up and he leaned in close to growl "take my poz load" and shot an enormous rope of cum straight into my bare, unprotected cunt. As he did I exploded all over myself, lost in the waves of the orgasm he was burying in my guts. He kept his cock inside me for a minute, finally pulling out. As he did two of the guys who had been watching immediately approached and without asking fucked me back to back dropping two more loads inside me. Poz daddy watched the entire time. When they finished he took me again. This time slow and lovingly, kissing me while he did it. I put one hand on his tattoo and used the other to pull him deeper into me. "Thats it little slut, you got what you needed now" and he shot another poz load in me. "Lets get you cleaned up" he said, as he drew the additional 4 lines on my leg. I'd now run out of room on my little thighs, all marked up. 15 loads. I was in shock. He walked me to the showers and helped me clean up and get dressed. My mind was spinning. "So, I'm james by the way. What do you think? You wanna take me home and keep the fun going?" Even to my own surprise I nodded quietly and grabbed his hand. The whole train ride back he held me close and kissed me, not caring who was watching. As we entered my apartment it all became real. I had brought this stranger, who just helped try and poz me, home. I brought him to my home, to fuck me all night and do whatever he wanted to me. What have I become? As these thoughts started to race, I felt his hands wrap around me. He gently unbuttoned my pants and started to undress me. As his hard cock pressed against my bare ass again, my mind went blank. I led him straight back to the bedroom. "We've got a long night ahead of us" he growled as he spread my legs and thrust his big, bare, poz cock into me again. I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he took me again, and again, and again that night. I guess I made my choice.

I threw my small luggage bag on the hotel bed. I was down in London for three nights on a training course with head office. My wife had suggested that she come down as well taking time off work to see the sights , but I had persuaded her I would be tired after each days training and wouldn’t be great company. The reality was that I had been aware that I had a growing attraction for men and my porn history was almost exclusively gay porn. I wanted to explore that side in a city miles from home. I was soon on my iPad and was googling escorts, in between watching hunks fuck each other on porn sights. I was horny and needed to scratch the itch. I didn’t want to go to a gay bar as I was inexperienced and would stand out like a sore thumb. I thought an escort visiting my room would be best. I scrolled through a few and alighted on a couple who were my type. Tall, hunky, three or four tattoos and shaved head. And what looked like a thick cut cock. I heard my breath and messaged one . I let out my breath . There it was done, I had taken a step. He probably wouldn’t respond but at least I had done something. I went back to my porn. I was watching a twink get stretched by a monster cock when my phone pinged. ‘Hi, it’s Greg, thanks for the enquiry! ‘ the message started from the escort. Fuck I was horny and just followed my cockbrain. We messaged back and forth I asked the price and what it covered. I had made sure I had plenty of cash on me just in case. I gave him my details and address. ‘Cant wait to meet you Ben, you’re in safe hands. Don’t worry that you’re inexperienced I will take care of you, you’ll have a night to remember! See you in 30 mins’ . Fuck ! I thought ! I was finally doing it, taking the plunge. I was horny but didn’t want to cum before he arrived as I might then back out. I looked at his stats again and his likes on his profile. Then I saw it. Status: hiv positive. I stared at the screen. How had I not seen this before? what could I do? I wasn’t sure of the etiquette but if I cancelled I would still have to pay. I googled a couple of websites and found that most escorts who were poz as I found it was called were on meds and undetectable and it was safe to have sex. I breathed a sigh of relief and my cock got hard again looking at his ripped body. A knock on the door broke my thoughts. ‘Hello’ I called. ‘Hi it’s Greg’. I opened the door and looked at the hunk standing there. ‘Er come in’ I stammered. Greg moved in and just kissed me. I felt my inhibitions go. ‘ get on the bed, make yourself comfortable. That means naked’ Greg said. I felt under his control. I did as I was told, ,stripped and didn’t hide my growing erection. Greg shimmied out of his clothes. My eyes dropped to his semi erect cock. I had never seen a cock as thick with a glistening head. ‘You like?’ Greg asked. ‘Definitely, yes’ I replied, almost too quickly. ‘ Turn over on your front, I want to relax you first. I’m guessing you’re married’ he added looking at my wedding ring. ‘Er yes’ I stammered. ‘Don’t worry , you’re not the first and you won’t be the last married guy I’ve seen. Though I do have a habit of turning guys in to cock loving faggots by the time I’m finished with them. But I’m also guessing that’s what you want too?. ‘ ‘I nodded again and whispered ‘yes’ . ‘Good, then I’ll do my best to convert you into what you want. Relax’ I lay on the bed and Greg took out some oils, massaging my shoulders, back and legs before getting to my ass. He massaged both cheeks and I could feel oil dripping into my ass crack. Greg spread my legs and worked his thumbsnear my hole before sliding one in, then his other thumb followed. ‘ I’ll just loosen this hole, relax. I’m guessing you’ve not actually had cock before?’ ‘Er no, just a dildo’ I replied. ‘Ok I’ll take it slowly. ‘ My head was swimming in waves of pleasure. I then fel Greg worked my ass checks and hole some more sliding two fingers in me. He spread my legs further ,placing a pillow under my abdomen. I then felt his tongue rimming my hole and nearly came. ‘You like’ he asked as he came up for air. ‘Yes’ . I then felt what I initially thought was his thumbs but soon realised was his cock rubbing against my hole. ‘But he’s poz’ my brain was saying. My ass wanted him in me. I relaxed. ‘Good boy, let me in’ Greg whispered as the lube made it easy. I felt my ass give way as he slid in me, filling me up. ‘ that’s good, you’re taking it well. Just get used to it in you’ he continued before slowly starting rocking back and forth. My cock was rock hard dripping precum. ‘ condom?’ I whispered. ‘No, I don’t do condoms Ben, and neither do good faggot bottoms. They live for their tops cum. You’ll be ok, don’t worry!’ The pleasure waves rolled over me as Greg built up a rhythm fucking me. He said I would be ok, my brain was processing Greg’s words as he began pounding my ass. That must mean he’s on meds and undetectable, I thought. I relaxed and started playing with my cock as Greg started fucking me so hard he was knocking the breath out of me each thrust. ‘im getting close, I’m guessing you don’t want me to pull out now?’ I could feel myself getting close as I played with my cock. ‘I’m going to cum in you Ben, make you a proper faggot’ he growled. I was nearly there, ‘Do it, do it!’ I hissed ‘fucking cum in my hole’ as I shot my load on the bedsheets. I felt one last thrust which pushed me down into my cum stained sheets as Greg grunted and came in me. We lay there for a minute or two, before Greg slipped out of my worn hole, I could feel some cum seeping out. ‘You took that well. That’s stage one of your journey ticked off’ Greg whispered. I got up and handed him his cash. ‘Thanks’ I said. ‘Remember , good bottoms always take it bare, there is no better feeling than letting a guy cum in you’ ‘ I will ‘ I promised. ‘I have to ask something, ‘ I stammered. ‘You’re poz yes?’ ‘Yes that’s right, it says on my profile’ ‘yeah I saw that’ I said. ‘I’m guessing you’re undetectable?’ ’No Ben, I’m not. I’ve not been on meds for a year, so I have a high viral load. There are quite a few guys who like it that way. I’m guessing by you’re question that you’re not on prep?’ ‘er no’ ‘Ah ok, we’ll most guys ask before the fun starts about things like that, but no worries. You can do one of two things then. You can either do nothing and leave it to chance. You may get lucky and convert or remain unlucky. ‘ My eyes widened. ‘Or you can go to a health clinic, if you can find one and take some prep and you may be ok. ‘ he came and kissed me, and I melted into him again. He whispered into my ear ‘ but I know your type. Give in to your darkest desires. Do nothing. And ring me again…..’ Greg moved swiftly to the door, smiled and left. My heart was beating. His cum was dripping down my leg. The thought of what had just happened got my cock stiffening again. What should I do? …. to be continued…..

When I was just a young buck, I was fucking a guy,about my same then age, at amusement park bathroom stall and we got caught cause his friend looked through the crack of stall. His friend freaked out....and I went running with cum leaking outta my piss slit and his asshole!....the joys of youth when you only think with your dick.

Over the next few weeks during my hospitalization the young nurse, working on my ward or not, would sneak into my room. His mouth would get me hard and he’d sink his usually cummy hole onto my ridged toxic poz pole. I must have attempted to knock him up a two dozen times. Each time he would get as excited as if it were his first time. His gratitude was immense! I loved shooting toxic poz cum into his willing ass. Every time my orgasm was immense, as if I wanted to put every part on myself, all of my light and all of my deepest darkest self, deep into this young man. In doing so somehow I was staking an irreversible claim on the gold mine of his being. Yet at the same time I didn’t want to be the one to poz his ass. Not out of any moral qualm. No, he was a consenting adult. If not me he was so determined he’d find another person to knock him up. No, I didn’t want to be the one to end the excitement of his chase. Yes, he could move on to other thrills. Like the thrill I was feeling in filling a willing victim with my toxic seed. But the adrenaline rush and danger of the risk would end. And this tint of fear for him was not just in the sexual consummation of unsafe sex. It was in the wait. ‘Is this the time the fuck flu will follow in a week or two? Is this the sexual health clinic visit where I will get the fateful news that I have indeed seroconverted? Is this the time I will have to face the question, ‘How will I really feel knowing I’ve taken on the life sentence of this disease coursing through my veins even if undetectable. Fuck … will the drugs even work their magic on me? Or will I be one of that unlucky minority that the drugs don’t work on? Will these moments of folly for momentary selfish sexual pleasure in the end shorten my life?’ But I also knew all this just added to the thrill for this promiscuous cum slut whore. Despite my mixed feelings I kept sticking it to him and flooding his ass with my biohazard. The first guy and the nurse had awakened a deep dark side of my soul. A side of me that relished such a power over willing victims. It was as if in some way they were willingly handing me the power to fill them with the dark power of death. I found I now wanted to merge with such a dark force in other men’s souls. Yes, it was as if I had finally found my tribe by traveling more fully down this obscure road of being the breeder of uninhibited poz dark life force. When the nurse told me he had two friends, two fuck buddies, who desperately wanted me to knock them up I didn’t hesitate to agree. When I met them, I realized I would have been crazy to turn down sex with these young gorgeous men. The first was a black man with a trained swimmers body. His skin was so silky, shiny and dark. Our naked bodies slipped together like taylor designed fitted silk sheets. His stereotypical huge black cock looked and felt amazing sliding into my hairy white hole. The look on his handsome face as he ejaculated deep inside me was animalistic and stunningly beautiful. Yes, he was a top, a tops top. Every man he met in sexual encounter submitted to his beautiful raw member claiming their ass, even if they had never bottomed before. When I learned this, I expected he would want a blood slam, or artificial insemination of my poz biohazard juices. But no, he wanted me to be the first and only guy to fuck him. He wanted me to do so as long as it took to give him even more power to make men succumb and give their asses and lives away to his magnetic personality, sexually domination, and toxic power. Every time we met, he would dominate me. He’d greet me naked at his front door, pull me inside, strip me in his front hallway and then lead me by my cock to his sex playroom. I would then be strapped into the sling. He’d expertly eat out my ass and prelube me with spit alone. He especially loved when I arrived with a load or four on board. He’d feltch some out and snowball the cum and ass juice for me to swallow. Then his magnificent horse cock would start it’s magic journey deep into my gut. He’d relentlessly fuck me, often for forty-five glorious minutes. Only then would there be this ever so subtle shift in his chest that let me know he was about to loose complete and utter control. The wild panther in him would take over. His handsome face would contort into what could best be described as a snarl. He would pant heavily as if in panicked distress to get his breath. His entire body would be convulsing and I could usually feel blast after blast of his cum painting my gut walls. Very rare when a guy cums so deep inside me. I figured it must be the power and force with which his come fired out of his big cock slit. Then for me, and no one else, he would climb in the sling and submit his powerful ass to my ‘death stick’. I loved the site of my raw dad cock disappearing in his tight silky black pucker hole. I would usually have only a moment to slide my hands over his strong shoulders, eight pack, and soft magic black skin. Then I too would loose control blasting everything in me deep into this stunning black swimmer hunk. Then would come my gratitude fuck. It never lasted as long as the first but as he struggled to get his breath after such a powerful orgasm his lips would cover mine in a passionate kiss. It was as if he was needing me to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation. I not only had a second one of his loads in my gut, but I had also brought him totally out of control and I was the one breathing his next life into him with my kisses and powerful toxic seed. The second was like a Viking warior. Muscles for days, long braided cooper coloured hair shaved at the sides and back of his head. Scruffy beard. And where is skin wasn’t covered with Celtic tattoos it was covered with freckles. His magnificent cock was thicker than anything that had ever gone up my ass. And yes, he too was 100 percent top. He was only allowing me to fuck him to receive my toxic seed. And chose this method after hearing his black friend was taking it directly from my cock. He wanted to be converted to convert. His goal was To knock up as many of the men who flocked to him as he possibly could. And they flocked to him! There were at least three of his harem of bottom wanabees at every one of our sexual encounters. Their specific job was to win a ride on his thick stick by fucking and breeding me as I took him from behind. No missionary or kissing with this macho man! I would arrive at the hotel room he had arranged so his playroom would never be defiled by his level of stoop to submission. His three slaves would ceremonially stirp him. Then they would attack me ripping everything I might be wearing to shreds until I too was stark naked. Then he would have me choke on his cock until he was satisfied I was totally humble before him. Only then would he bend over the bed offering his ass for me to mount doggy style. This was man sex, savage, vicious. The ongoing assault on my ass as I fucked him kept me from cumming as soon as I often did. Even his minions breeding my ass over and over didn’t trigger my ejaculation. His verbal abuse and demanding I seed his ass and knock him up didn’t even bring me over the top. I frequently wondered if I was even going to be able to cum, and if not, I worried what would his punishment be? And then it would happen, his ass would orgasm and milk my biohazard load deep into him. I would barely finish, and he would jump up, pin me on my back to the bed, throw my legs over my shoulders and piston his thick tool into my dripping ass. I never failed to feel I would be torn apart. Thankfully I was always rewarded with him viciously blasting his copious load deep into my gut. These encounters only started two weeks after my orthopedic doctor declared I was completely and totally healed. Ready to return to all pre accident activities. The Viking was my first success. He came down with a vicious fuck flu after only three of my breedings. I was summoned immediately, and the two of us bred his harem of six negative bottoms to celebrate our success. I loved the sex with the black swimmer and was very pleased that it took a dozen passionate love making sessions before he got sick, and the positive blood test was conclusive. For the next six months or so I bred my cute gay male nurse. Every time his test results came back negative. He was not upset, this allowed him to continue with his dangerous chasing game. His ass was taking strangers loads as frequently as ever. He even had regular sessions with his two top friends after I knocked them up. Negative test followed negative test. My encounters with him ended when my doctor put me back on meds and I was soon once again undetectable. As far as I knew and expected I had infected two top studs. I often reflect on how many willing men they have passed on my strain. All thanks to that cute young night nurse. The end

The next evening, he entered my room at the start of his shift, careful to close the door, spun around beside my bed and showed off the wet spot in the ass of his scrubs. “Amazing!” I exclaimed. “How many loads?” As he dropped his drawers and pushed his cummy ass toward me he quietly said; “Just have a taste first daddy, I’ll give you details after we’ve both had our fun.” My mouth was on his ass in no time and a big gob of cum and ass juice was soon squirting into it. “Mmmmm, yum. It all tastes so fresh.” As he turned and tidied himself, he explained; “Great day at the cruising woods. I scored three loads in the ass within 45 minutes. One of my favorite hospital cleaners just saw the spot on my scrubs, pulled me into his supply closet and dumped another load in me. He’s a beautiful hairy Arab. God, I love his hairy body on my back and huge raw cock shooting up my ass. We may hurry but we always strip naked to do the deed.” “Fuck you are such a slutty cum dump.” I followed “Takes one to know one. Right daddy?” “Oh, you got that right. That’s for sure.” “Well let’s get you better and out of here so you can get back to collecting.” During the course of the night we sucked each other off two times. There was another male nurse working the floor with him and he proudly reported this tall skinny nurse had planted yet another load in his ass when they stepped outside on their break in the wee small hours. A security guard had caught them and offered to go next but they begged off as they needed to get back to the floor. My nurse had promised the young Pakistani guard he could claim his ass and plant his load after their night shift was finished. When he stopped in at the end of his shift, he said he’d be off for three days. He hoped I’d be at least out of bed when he came back to work. I reminded him of his date with the Pakistani security guard. He assured me he hadn’t forgotten. In three days, I greeted his return sitting in the chair beside my bed. He congratulated me and teased; “So how many guys have you sucked off while I was gone.” “You nasty fucker!” I good naturedly chided. “You know no one gives it up as easy as you do.” “Yeah, that’s probably true. Which reminds me, I haven’t had a chance to give up my ass to you yet.” He winked. His night progressed as usual with his busy schedule. I stayed up in the chair as long as I could. I rang the call bell and let him know I could use help to get into bed for the night. “Nice. Glad to help. Anything else you might need help with first?” followed by his naughty wink. He then reached under my loose hospital gown and found me my hardening cock. He closed the door and came back to strip me before slipping out of all his clothes. He looked great in them, he looked fabulous naked. My raging cock was soon messaging his tonsils. After a bit he emptied his mouth to let me know. “I want this beauty in my ass daddy. Do you think we can manage that without hurting your pelvis?” “I’m certainly willing to give it my best try.” I enthusiastically responded. “Well just let me do all the work. A night administrator just prelubed my hole with the best cum lube in a bathroom stall on the second floor.” “How do you get any work done?” I exclaimed. “I’m quick, not to worry.” His cummy hole slid over my rock-hard cock and felt so hot and warm. “Just let me know how we’re doing. I don’t want to hurt you.” “So far, so fuckin good, thanks.” I needed to slow him down a couple of times, but he took instruction well. Further, despite any discomfort I was enjoying this great fuck. At one point it occurred to me I hadn’t told him I was on a meds break. Assuming such a sexually active cum dump was on Prep I just let the thought go and put all my attention to enjoying this phenomenal and unexpected bareback fuck. Even knowing what his answer would be when I was getting close, I warned him and asked. “Where do you want my poz load?” “Oh, fuck yeah daddy, breed me, come deep in my ass. Oh, fuck I love a good poz load!” I was blasting before he finished talking and so was he. His ass orgasm milked every last drop of toxic cum out of me. When he stood, he turned to give me a kiss. Scooping some of my load from his ass he fed some to me and tasted some for himself. “Fuck daddy, that was amazing. The only thing I would change given a chance would be your undetectable status.” “I bet while you’re on Prep it’s probably extra exciting to take unmedicated loads.” I mused, anticipating sharing my surprise. “Who’s on Prep? Fuck no, that would just take all the risk out of being such a piggy cum dump whore.” It was his turn to surprise me. “But your medical training, you’re a nurse. I just assumed you must be on Prep.” “You know what assumptions make of all of us.” He asserted. “Never had a condom in this ass, and never ever have I even considered going on Prep.” The blood drained from my face, “I’ve been on a meds break for a few months. I never would have entered you raw had I known.” “Fuck man, so you are telling me your highly toxic cum is seeping into my blood stream as we speak.” “Fuucckkk, I’m so sorry.” I cried “Sorry, sorry for what? I just wish I’d known I was taking toxic seed when you blasted deep inside me. This is fucking amazing. I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been chasing for a year and a half now. The last three toxic loads didn’t take. Now I get the excitement of waiting to see if I get sick, if you succeeded in knocking me up. Fuckin awesome man. Fuckin awesome. Wow, the risk just makes me hornier. …But damn, I got to get back to work. I’ll be back later to celebrate; God I hope you’re ready by then to pump another toxic bullet in me. Fuckin awesome!” And he was gone. I was left shacking my head in amazement,

Chapter 2 I slept fitfully that night after taking a couple of vodkas from the minibar. I worried about the poz status of Greg but then got hard thinking of the sex. In the morning I showered, and then I made a conscious decision to remove my wedding ring and put it in the safe. I just wanted to be me for the next three days and nights. It would either confirm I just had some odd fantasies or lead me down a rabbit hole I might not get out of. I caught the tube and it didn’t take that long to reach the conference venue. I scanned the foyer to the room for anyone I might know, without success. I was standing at the coffee machine filling a cup when a voice behind me announced ‘Hi, I’m Cody! I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you but soo many of the people here just look so boring!’ I looked round and saw a guy in his mid twenties, probably ten years my junior, with bleached blond hair and a glittery earring standing in front of me. ‘Er no problem …. Hi I’m Ben’ I smiled ‘ thanks for saying I don’t look boring’ ’Youre welcome Ben! You definitely don’t look boring, more kind of hot!’ Even without that comment it was pretty obvious Cody was gay, but that just affirmed it. I had never been hit on by a guy before. ‘Er thanks … I think! ‘ ‘you’re welcome … again’ Cody replied looking me in the eye. ‘Do you know anyone here? ‘ he asked. ‘Er no ‘ I stammered dropping my eyes after holding his gaze for a split second too long. ‘Ok , I’m happy to be conference buddies if you are?’ ‘Er yes that would be good’ I said blandly, not really sure what to say. My mind was catching me up, all I could think was that he looked cute and had a nice smile. Why was I thinking that? Get a grip , I told myself! ‘Cool, we should get a table not too near the front I think , no point drawing attention to ourselves! By the way, in case you are wondering, yes I’m very definitely gay Ben! Guessing you’re cool with that now that we’re conference buddies?’ ‘no problem , I’m gay too’ I blurted. Why did I say that, I may have to backtrack if I met someone I knew! I thought. ‘ We’ll that’s a bit of a bonus Ben, this conference may not be as boring as I thought after all! Let’s get some seats’ The first hour passed fairly quickly but the second presentation had just started when I was sure I could feel Cody’s hand on my thigh under the table. I looked down to see him stroking my leg. ‘Sorry, sitting next to a dilf is getting me horny!’ He whispered’ I’d much rather be sucking your cock’. My cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was being groped by a camp queer in semi public, and was getting turned on. ‘my , someone likes that idea’ Cody continued, looking at my cock tenting in my trousers. He brushed his hand over my cock. ‘I’ve an idea, follow me at the morning break’ the next forty minutes dragged. I was torn between letting whatever felt natural happening and pulling back and being my usual reserved self. I decided to roll the dice. The presentation ended. We both folded up our booklets and left swiftly. Cody led the way briskly moving through a few delegates. He headed towards the gents, grabbing my hand a few steps before the door. It was empty and Cody only let go of my hand once we were in the end cubicle. He put his finger to my lips to indicate I shouldn’t say anything. He then replaced it with his mouth as his tongue snaked in my mouth as we kissed. ‘ you’re a sexy kisser’ he whispered as he fished for my belt. He expertly undid my trousers and fished out my erection before sinking to his knees and sucking my cock. I was so hard and turned on I knew I wouldn’t last long. Cody sucked my cock in silence before I was soon grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth as I came. ‘Mmm’ Cody moaned as he swallowed my seed, and stood up, kissing me again. I could taste my cum on his tongue. ‘Me too ‘ I whispered’ I want to suck your cock’ I sat down on the toilet seat as Cody pulled his jeans down and out sprang a fairly thin cock with a big mushroom head. It was already dripping precum as I slipped the first cock I had ever sucked in my mouth. I tasted his precum and just wanted more. I was caught up in the moment and wanked his cock and sucked until he bent down and whispered in my ear ‘I’m gonna shoot, swallow it all, I’m gonna cum loads’ . I sucked harder and then Cody’s semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but coughed a little, spilling some of his cum on my shirt. Cody grinned down at me, putting his finger to his lips as we could hear people in the gents. We both quietly dressed and I wiped the cum from my shirt before we opened the cubicle door and brazenly strode out to the surprise looks from the three older guys at the wash basins. Cody winked at me as we left, ‘That will get tongues wagging, they’ll be discussing those two queers at the back’ he grinned. ‘Come on let’s get another coffee.. we have to make it to lunchtime without fucking’ ‘Shame, I could do with a good fucking’ I heard myself say as we approached the coffee machine. My mind was a whirl. I was only a couple of hours in the conference and was practically gagging for more cock. It seemed that rabbit hole was getting bigger and bigger……..

This is the story I was talking about in my other post. It will have a trans guy or two in it later on. But this is the setup. If you don't want to read about trans guys, maybe move along. PART I It was Friday night and I’d had a terrible week. I wanted to just let loose, get high as fuck and spend the night at the baths. Who knows, if things worked well, it might be all weekend. I’m Mike, a 45 year old pig. I’m covered in salt and pepper hair, and have a nice fat uncut dick for fucking pig boys holes, and a huge hairy ass for taking those pig boys’ loads when my holes gets hungry. I’m a short, hairy, piggy switch with a filthy mind and mouth. Anyway, I slipped my supplies into a small zippered pouch. I cleaned out my hole, smoked a few hits and parked behind the baths, psyched that the parking lot was already 3/4 full at 10PM. Hopefully it was going to be a good night. I was walking to the door when I noticed something strange. A unique car. Sitting in the parking lot behind the bathhouse was my 20 year old son’s car. He drives an old British Mini, which is an unusual thing in America. Besides it has a huge Union Jack on the roof. You can’t miss it. I even helped him work on it, it was one way we bonded as dad and son. I wasn’t entirely surprised. I’m pretty sure Adam doesn’t know his old man is a filthy pig faggot, but I had definitely clocked him that way. He looked like a slightly shorter version of his very short Dad. I’m only 5’5” tall, but have wide shoulders, thick tree trunk legs from playing rugby and a face covered in thick blonde facial hair, all the time. Sometimes I have a beard, sometimes it’s just thick stubble. Adam is only 5’3” but did gymnastics in school, so he’s got big chest and shoulder muscles and has the same pelt of blonde fur that I have, but not quite as thick. Yet. I get a lot of attention from women and men of all ages but only fuck men. My sons are from being a sperm donor to two lesbian friends I’ve known since high school. They did most of the parental duties but I was around a good amount since we lived in the same city, and was involved in my boys’ lives. I went in the door and my buddy Brad was working behind the counter. “Hey Mikey, what’s going on?” “Hey Brad! Shitty week. Wanna get freaky and piggy this weekend. Think you can help?” Brad just smiled and said “OINK.” I paid for 8 hours in a room. He slid the key through the slot and buzzed me through. I looked at the key and noticed that he had upgraded me to the sling room for the normal tiny room price. Pays to know the staff at the baths, and occasionally let them use your cunt and share your drugs. I wandered to my room the long way around so I could get the lay of the land and see what was happening. The place was already hopping. There were men everywhere, in the locker room, walking the hallways, chatting and laughing in the hot tub and showers and moaning in the darkroom. I bumped into my buddy Tom and he grinned and said “I think you’re going to be in for a nice surprise tonight.” I just smiled and said, “yeah, I know. I saw the car in the parking lot. This is going to be fun.” He laughed and told me which room he was in. I found my room, shut the door, quickly got undressed, and locked my stuff up in the locker in the room. I took a Cialis, took my water bottle out of my backpack and pulled out my stash. The other advantage of knowing the staff at the baths (and occasionally letting them know my holes) was that they never checked my backpack for contraband. I pulled out my toys and laid them out on the table next to the bed. Then I grabbed the pouch which contained prepared points. I was planning to get really nasty tonight and had made them nice and strong. I got the other supplies ready, finally able to relax. I realized my hole was desperate for some cock, so I reached over and grabbed my medium sized butt plug and lube and slid it up my cunt. MUCH better. I pulled one of the points out, tapped it to make sure there were no air bubbles, tied off my arm with a strap and slid the point into the vein in the crook of my arm. I took a deep breath, let the air out, and pulled the plunger back. A flash of red went into the barrel of the point and I slowly pushed all of the liquid back into my vein. I took another deep breath, laid down on the bed, put my arm in the air and and unclipped the strap. SHOWTIME! FUCK YES. I pulled the needle out, unsteadily capped it and put it back in the little box with my other stuff. I laid back, coughing hard. Once I caught my breath, my body was on fire, and my hole was ravenous. I quickly left the room and made my way to the public sex area with just a sexy jock and ball cap on, towel slung over my shoulder, showing off my big, fat, furry ass. Luckily there were lots of guys in the dimly lit darkroom. I went to the empty fuck bench and bent over it, letting anyone touch my thickly hairy body which was on fire from the slam. I turned around and said, in a low voice, “who’s gonna breed me?” It was time to get piggy. The surprise could wait.

Chris I had been watching the love of my life take loads from a god of a man for hours now when finally master said he had to get back to the bar. After master left Martin came up to me and asked “Are you okay baby” as he asked he put his hand under him and pushed some of masters seed into it which he used to give me a hand job. “I don’t know what’s going on” I said desperately “Oh it’s okay baby I’m just showing you a new life” he said comfortingly “So I’m gonna become a slave to master too” I asked half scared half aroused “Oh no baby I’m sorry that was the plan but then you had to go and take Greg’s load and master doesn’t like used good” he said as I shot my load after a pathetic minute of jerking. “ no you’re gonna be put up in the scorpion to be used by everyone” “What” I asked in shock “Oh well for a few nights you’ll be tied to a table with your hole open and exposed then once the novelty is over you’ll be thrown onto the street” Martin said as he continued to jerk my now entirely soft cock “ why would you do that to me” I asked nearly in tears “Isn’t it obvious, it’ll make my master a shit ton of money” he said as he stood up and walked to the side of the room. He picked up a rag and sprayed something on it before forcing it into my face. I came to feeling myself tied down with an amazing sensation coming from behind. “Ah you’re up good” Martin said to me as he stood in front of the bench I was tied to “master has decided to be generous and lace all the lube with meth so you’ll be nice and spun” I felt a new sensation rolling through me as I took cock after cock that night. It was so amazing unlike anything I’d ever experienced. After I had taken the last load Martin and his master came in front of my bench directly in my sight and had the most intense sex I’d ever seen. Martin was in his arms begging for more, seeming to be in pure ecstasy. When Martin finally got his load he walked over to me, shoved his ass to my mouth and pushed the load into me. This continued for three nights until when I was expecting to watch Martin get fucked In front of me again, he instead untied me and helped me to my feet. When I stood for the first time in days I felt the cum go rushing from my destroyed asshole down my legs. Martin guided me to the door before pushed me to the ground outside. “The prostitutes are around the corner” he said before shutting the door. I made my way to the corner and was almost immediately picked up. I sucked a man’s dick for five dollars. I sucked 3 more men before I met my pimp. He was old and fat but he gave me a thong and a bed as long as I brought in the money. I spent years working that corner. I would occasionally see Martin in front of the bloody scorpion but never went by it.

PART 2: WHY DID I JUST COME BACK That mother fucker was right. The last time you've heard from me was a hard stop to a story, but My ass needed to heal a lil bit. 😈 When I was finally able to walk out that door i did! I was mad at them but made at myself. but then anger turned into horniness. then my cock was rock hard again. he was watching me and laughing as I groped my leaking cock as I walked away. he instant messages me and says: IM from BBDaddyD: haha you r walking away hard aren't you. told you slut boy. now listen very closely, your hot ass and boy body be here in 3 days on Saturday night by 7pm. see you then my whore boy. IM BBDaddyD: why would you think I'd do that!!!! It's going to take a week to come back from that. IM from BBDaddyD: 1. IM GIVING YOU 1...1 PASS. DONT EVER SPEAK BACK AT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN. but....i get it. il reschedule the party for next week. is that enough time princesses hole to bounce back. and yes you may respond nicely or il come out that door and pound your hole in your car! To BBDaddyD: Thank you daddy for the time to heal. you said i could answer and I did but how many people will be at this party next week? From BBdaddyD: 😈😈😈 let's just say if your walkin and feeling this way after just the 2 of us, il make sure to make up the spare room cu you might not walk for days baby boy. after he sent me that. my mind was in so many places, I got hard thinking of more than just them 2, then my butt hole twitched thinking out all the cocks they know??? fuck some so dirty those 2 wouldn't touch them. I hope they like me enough not to invite to many skeevy men. what am I saying, all of them are that way. but as I drive home I start moving things around so I make sure to be there for them .. wait what the fuck???? -------2 DAYS BEFORE PARTY------ FW: EMAIL FROM- BBDaddyD PpozZ CluubB Presents: 😈Pozzing of The Boy who got away.😈 // POZZING GANGBANG PARTY// <<<<<Featuring the bottom slut hole, no load refused Connor CumCumDboy. and below that was a pic of me with his friend balls deep and fuck I was passed out! that musta been when he rammed in and the shock put me out. so I keep scrolling. Remember if you haven't paid pay today or no entry. that means you greggy!!! lol And remember! NO CONDOMS ALLOWED!! OTHER RECREATIONAL SUBSTANCES MUST BE DONE IN THE LOCKER ROOM BATHROOMS OR DOWN IN THE DUNGEON SUB BASEMENT AND AGAIN!! THANKS FOR BEING MEMEBERS OF THE: PpozZ CluubB -------------------TO BE CONTINUED---‐-----------

His profile read: "Bareback only. Hung thick uncut pierced cock top into suck, rimming, felching, suck, dp, sharing a bottom. Love to eat and fuck a cum-filled smooth hole and add my load. No pullouts." My relatively smaller cock throbbed in my jockstrap as I read that and looked at his profile picture: 8.5 inches of flawless cut cock sporting a 0g prince albert. His cock was a weapon, designed and trained for destroying the tender pink hole of any bottom that slid into his leather sling. Not only would my hole submit, but my entire body and soul would surrender to his will in a haze of poppers. I clicked on the speech bubble icon and opened a chat with him, making small talk before asking if he was looking for a horny bottom. He was, and his balls were aching with a week’s worth of hot semen. He sent me his cell number and told me to get in my car and drive to the mall parking lot, then text him when I arrived. I hopped in the shower, then pulled on a black jockstrap, thin turquoise nylon shorts, and a black tanktop. My heart was pounding as I walked to my and drove the 15 minutes to the mall. I took a deep breath and sent him a text. He made me wait an agonizing 5 minutes before he texted his address, another 5 minute drive away. I parked a few houses down the street and walked up to the side door of his house as instructed. I shed my shorts and tank top, standing at the entrance in only my jock. Andrew Christian would be proud of how slutty I looked. I knocked and he opened the inner door. I looked up into the brown eyes of his grey-bearded face. His profile description did not so him justice: 6’2”, 190lbs of toned muscle, wearing grey cotton sport shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. I looked down and could see the bulge in his shorts. I gulped as he invited me in, giving my bare ass a slap on the way by. He pointed toward a door with stairs leading to his basement. “Down there boy, and get in the sling”, he ordered. I complied and walked into a room lit only by a few red light bulbs. I hopped into the leather sling, the cool leather sticking to my back that was sticky from the humid heat of July outside. He appeared between my legs and lifted my ankles into the straps attached to the chains holding the sling to the ceiling. I felt the cuffs tighten and be buckled. He looked deep into my eyes and I gulped again. His calloused hands slapped down on my chest, and roughly pulled on my nipples before moving down across my abs to my inner thighs. “You read my profile?”, he asked. I swallowed and nodded. “Good. This is your last chance to walk away. Once I start fucking I never pull out. My load is a gift to you and deserves to be inside. Also I don't stop until I’m satisfied. Sometimes I cum once, sometimes I fuck for hours and seed three or four times. Understand boy?”. “Yes sir”, I acknowledged. With the he pulled a bottle of poppers out of his pocket, opened it, and held it up to my left nostril. “Huff deep boy”, he ordered. I took a deep sniff and closed my eyes, only to feel the glass rim still up against my nostril. His finger pushed my right nostril shut and I kept sniffing, the aroma going straight to my brain and setting my head spinning. The poppers started setting my lust on fire as he kept holding the bottle and forcing me to inhale. My vision was starting to blur when he finally pulled away and yanked his shorts to the floor. Through my blurred vision I saw his thick large cock with the steel 0g PA pointing at me. It had to be much longer and thicker than the 7.5x5.5 inches his profile listed. He slipped my wrists into cuffs attached to the chains by my shoulders and buckled them shut. He smiled and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth as he walked back between my legs. He stared down at me, my head still swimming from the poppers. I felt two fingers press against my hole as he spit against my taint and let the saliva run downward. He drove his fingers roughly inside and straight against my prostate. My hard cock throbbed once then started to wither as he finger fucked my hole and rubbed my p-spot. I moaned as my cock and my body submitted to him. A few minutes later the poppers were back under my nose, his voice ordered me to inhale deep and I felt the cold steel of his PA against my slightly gaping hole. I sniffed deep and frequently as the steel pressed harder against me. The amyl was making my head spin and dissolving any resistance that remained. My common sense that kept saying this was a bad idea was silenced. FInally my hole surrendered and his cock head pushed inside. The cold steel and his warm raw cock invading me. “You’re my pet now until I’m satisfied”, he said as he took away the poppers. I moaned in reply. “I should have asked earlier, are you safe boy? STI-free and negative?”. Through the amyl fog I heard “yes sir” escape from my throat. “Good boy”, he said, “because I’m not!”. With that he thrust forward and pulled back on the chains, driving into me as he pulled my hole back on the full length of his shaft. Alarms sounded in my head as his cock punched through my inner sigmoid and my brain struggled to translate what he said. I looked up to see his sleeveless t-shirt was gone and a biohazard tattoo prominently displayed above his right pec. A man of his word he did not pull out and did not stop until he was satisfied. I think it was about 3 loads of cum pumped deep into me. With the first load he bellowed loudly and drove in balls deep, breeding well beyond my inner ring. The other two loads we lost to me in a fog of poppers. As he came a third time he pulled my jock to the side and roughly jerked a load from my limp cock. It’s been almost a week and I still feel like I can’t walk normally, not can I get the feeling of that afternoon out of my brain. I’m in desperate need of a return visit.

A little background before I proceed with my surprising story of the cute young nurse. 22 years ago I became HIV positive from an encounter with a newly converted guy in a bathhouse. As far as I knew it was the first High Viral Load that had ever been bred into me. In those days there was no Prep. I was a committed barebacker so had resolved I’d get knocked up sooner or later. He invited me into his room. Towels dropped to the floor. I was soon sucking his nice size cock. I asked him to fuck me. He said, sure, but we’ll have to use a condom. I said, no we don’t. That’s when he told me his news. I was like, “Fuck man! Game on! Knock me up!” He was reluctant but I was persistent. He was soon in my ass raw. The fuck was amazing, and he got so caught up in it that he forgot to pull out when it got to that. This had been my plan all along, so I told him he had no need to apologize. 2 weeks later, bingo, raging fuck flu! Six months before my bike accident my HIV specialist informed me, I needed a meds break. Meds were affecting my liver, a year break would do wonders to restore its function and maybe even find a new treatment that would be kinder to that organ. I mostly bottom, besides most guys are on Prep these days, so I had no qualms agreeing. For the first time in 21 years, I was sporting a High Viral Load. There was actually something deeply exciting about this. Although I didn’t advertise it. I just went on with my normal promiscuous sex life and only disclosed before those very rare occasions where I was going to top. On those three occasions one declined after having ask me to fuck him. One chose to have me wear a condom. Was it tempting to sneak it off and stealth him? I have to confess the thought crossed my mind. When I couldn’t come with the condom, he sucked me off as I finger fucked him. Hot all the same. The third was very excited to ride me bare as long as I promised to pull out before cumming. It was him that pushed the limits of my endurance. When I let him know, I was close he begged, ‘no not yet, this feels too fuckin good, hold off, please!’ I told him; “Hey buddy, you’ve been exposed to my precum already, and for twenty minutes, just let me breed you already.” He swore; “Fuck, damn, it’s so tempting, but no, you better pull out.” I was cumming as I did what he asked. Most of my load landed on his ass cheeks. He fingered his hole and found he had been partially bred. Swearing again; “Fuck man, I should have just let you breed me deep!” I swiped my cock through the toxic cum on his two cheeks and pushed it into his prone hole. “Oh fuck yeah man! Push it back into me, you may as well do your best to knock me up.” I was shocked; “You’re not on Prep and you took me bareback?” He shrugged; “Fuck, I just haven’t got around to it yet. Who knows, maybe now I won’t need it. Hey man, you’re still hard, any chance you can pump another load into my unprotected negative ass?” Normally I couldn’t, but I was so turned on the fuck was on. This time when I declared I was close he had no hesitation. “Do it, breed me, breed me deep, knock my negative ass out of the ballpark. Fuucckkk yeah , that’s it, breed me, breed me deep.” His asshole milked every drop of toxic cum from my balls. I didn’t pursue a similar experience, but I certainly masturbated to the memory many, many times after that hoping I might just get another chance. “Good evening, sir. How was your day?” It was my cute gay night nurse. “Very good thanks, for a day confined to bed.” “Yeah, that sucks, sorry.” “How was your day young man?” “Awesome, this was daddies day to visit. We pumped big loads into each other. Fuck. Sorry again, that’s not fair with you confined to bed.” I laughed, “Not to worry, I like living vicariously.” He turned his ass to me, dropped his scrubs and said, “Quick before anyone’s looking. Grab a taste.” I fingered his ass and licked it clean. “Damn kid, that’s fresh!” “He loaded me just before work. No one’s looking, use your tongue.” He pushed his ass into my face. I swear as I stuck my tongue in, he pushed some of the load out so I got a good gob. I quickly cleaned his ass lips, couldn’t have a spot on the ass of his scrubs now could we. He quickly pulled up his pants and turned back around. Finger to his lips, “Your and my little secret.” “Fuck, you are a naughty one aren’t you.” “We only get one kick at the cat, may as well enjoy it!” He quipped with an evil grin. I know I got more of his time that night then any of his other patients. At midnight with my door shut to the hallway we once again sucked each other off. I happened to be awake at 3 a.m. when he checked in on me. He made sure the door was closed again and pulled up a chair beside my bed. “I noticed on your chart you’re HIV positive. Do you mind me asking some questions?” “I’m an open book, ask away.” I responded For the next 15 minutes I answered everything he asked, which included recounting the story of my pozing all those years ago. He got very excited by this fishing his hard on out and stoking it. When some precum oozed from the slit he asked if I wanted another dose of protean medicine. Of course, I accepted and was soon sucking down his sweet young load. He then tucked back into his scrubs and hurried from my room proclaiming. “Gotta get back to work. Thanks. You’re fuckin fun.” He stopped in at the end of his shift to assure me he would be back that evening. I couldn’t resist and asked if his daddy would be visiting today. “No, but I’ll definitely try the apps before coming in for my shift. I love to run the risk of a load or three accidently creating a wet spot in the ass of my scrubs. It’s attracted the odd cleaning staff to pull me into a supplies room and bend me over for my favorite activity. Nothing like a quick pump and dump to help liven up a shift.” He winked and was on his way. He was quickly becoming my cum dump soulmate

Cute young male nurse I recently suffered multiple fractures to my left pelvis in a nasty fall from my bicycle. I guess I just hit the speed bump the wrong way. This landed me in hospital confined to total bed rest for a few weeks. That’s right, I wasn’t even allowed up to use the washroom. Weeks in a diaper with stranger’s wiping my bum …. worse than ugh! Sorry if I’ve grossed you out, but if you’ve stayed with me, I promise it gets better. A couple weeks in a new night nurse arrived to take my vitals. My first male nurse. He couldn’t have been more that 21. Tall, slim, strawberry blond stylish hair, dimpled chin, shy smile and did I mention? …. Cute as a button. My diaper and bottom half were covered by a thin sheet. Otherwise, I was naked, the room was always so hot and humid. For the first time of this hospital stay my blood pressure was slightly elevated. He checked his notes and asked me if something had changed. I didn’t let on he was the change assuring him the answer was no, it must just be an anomaly. He brought my meds which included a small needle which was given each night in my stomach. This was a blood thinner as this length of time immobile raised my risk of blood clots. As he rubbed my tummy with the preparatory alcohol he admired my tan. I thought this a little unprofessional of him, but then I really didn’t mind. After all my gaydar was ringing like the alarm in a firehall. I confessed to being a sun worshipper and he shared “so is my ‘daddy.” Ok, now the alarm was for a four-alarm fire, and I was grateful he wasn’t going to be taking my blood pressure now. I realized I wasn’t going to get a good sleep unless I cleared constipation. I debated how embarrassed I was to ask him to give me a suppository, but the bowl discomfort won out. I rang the call bell and within a couple of minutes he was at my bedside. He stepped out to get the needed supplies and by the time he returned I had struggled to roll on my good side. When he moved in to do the deed he mentioned very casually; “You are a sun worshiper, no tan line, very cool.” An advantage to being a bottom is I didn’t mind the nurses sticking a finger up my ass. I hadn’t told any, but as horrendous as the overall suppository experience was this part was actually enjoyable. I was glad the diaper hid the chub caused by having a friendly cute young male nurse do the deed. When he came back and was cleaning me up, he casually asked where it was I sunbathed in the nude. I told him the name of the clothing optional gay campground I had been at before the bike accident. He had never heard of it but asked some questions. Location, size, tents or tailers, pool or natural place to swim, those kinds of things. I had just rolled naked onto my back for him to clean around my genitals and finish putting on the new diaper when he shocked me by asking if the campground had a ‘play area’. I was already a little chubbed but now sprang a boner. He professionally kept at his job and kept asking for details about the play area, including my favorite activities! By now I was deeply embarrassed and blurted; “This line of questioning might not be very professional.” “Oh yeah, Sorry” he blushed and apologized, He finished up and asked if there was anything else I needed before he left. I suggested I would sleep better with the door closed shutting out the light from the hallway. “No problem. Remember to just ring if there’s anything else I can do to help through the night sir.” The gaydar alarm bells had stopped as I was now certain I was being cared for by a cute young gay nurse. I was thankful to have the hall lights blocked, but mostly I didn’t want anyone from the hall seeing me jerking as I called up gay porn on my phone. The young guy wasn’t fooled at all. He went off to other chores, visiting hours ended and the traffic in the hall stopped. He was back to ‘check on me’ about an hour and a half later. He just quietly slipped into my room without knocking. He caught me with my semi in my hand. A bottom on screen was loudly thanking the top who had just bred him a poz load. “Fuck I hope you just knocked me up daddy!” “I know you didn’t ring, but I thought I could check and see if you needed any help.” He gently enquired. Trying and failing to hide my hard on I sputtered my apology as the video sound continued to a new bottom inviting in a different raw poz cock into his negative ass. “Damn! Sorry about this.” “No need to apologize daddy. It’s all normal and natural. That’s why I’m here, offering to help.” “Um, won’t you get in trouble?” “Not if I don’t get caught.” He was confident and cocky. “And I have no intention of getting caught. I certainly won’t chart this.” He laughed. “You ever done this before?” “About a month ago. A big bear, way bigger than you, with two broken ancles. Serviced him fairly regularly for the better part of three weeks.” “Damn, and you didn’t get caught?” “Well not by staff. My daddy wasn’t to pleased when he found out. But when I had him come in to help out, he cooled down. He’s married with kids and knows his once-a-week sex date with me isn’t going to keep me satisfied. Not at my age.” His hand was already jerking me gently. “Fuck, are you kidding?” “Well I know we can’t fuck yet, You broke your pelvis right?” “Yeah” “Why don’t I give you a blow job for tonight. Help get that pressure off.” “Are you sure ..” His mouth was already ingesting my 8-inch shaft. I’d already been edging with the poz porn. Just as the top on screen poz flooded the kid on screen I blew deep down the nurse’s throat. He expertly swallowed every blast. I hadn’t cum in two weeks, so it was a huge load. I get very sensitive after I cum so had to beg him off his ongoing oral ministrations. “Love that big cock daddy. Nice fuckin load!” as he wiped his lips. “Thank you.” “No problem. If you regenerate before my shift ends at 7 a.m. you know where the call bell is.” I slept better than I had since entering hospital, but I was awake at 3 a.m. I had no intention of calling the cute young nurse, but he came in to check on me anyway. “It’s up to you pops, but if you want to suck on this I won’t complain.” His hard six inches stuck out over the top of his scrubs held down by his sizable balls. I leaned to his side of the bed, and he pushed it into my mouth. I didn’t have to do much more that suck, he gently kept the fucking action going. I was now fully exposed and hard again as well. He went to work on my cock which was an awkward contortion, but his aim rarely missed my mouth and throat. Just as I exploded in another orgasm down his throat, he flooded my mouth with his sweet young sperm. If I had slept well before, I slept even better now. The first voice I heard on awaking was his, “Hey sleepy head. My shift has ended, I’ll see you tonight.” And he bent down and kissed me on the forehead.

I’ve never had the opportunity to have sex with a differently-abled man. I thought the communication barrier would be a major obstacle. This all changed when I met a man online who didn’t need his ears to tell me his most primal sexual desires. I was worried we would not be able to communicate our sexual needs to one another. I do not know sign language, but once we were in his bed, our bodies did the all the talking. We kissed passionately as my cock grew hard. He grabbed my raging staff and placed it into his mouth and began to worship every inch. He looked deep into my eyes and saw that I was in heaven. He then laid on his back and I ground my body into his. He gestured to his night stand and on it was a jar of lube. He grabbed some and lathered his hole. I took this as his need to be fucked and bred. I slowly greased my thick cock and proceeded to gently press my bulbous mushroom in his back door. I saw the lust in his eyes and he pulled his legs back up to his shoulders. I slowly pushed my massive cock deep into his tight little hole. The moment I was balls deep he threw his head back and bit the pillow. I started slowly moving in and out, fuck he was so damn tight. Mid-fuck he pulls off of my dick and flips into into all fours and pulls my cock back near his hole. He wanted me to pound the living fuck out of him. He kept pushing his ass deeper onto my cock. I was going to give him the breeding he so desired. I fucked him for a good ten minutes and he kept pushing back onto my cock. I began to pound his ass and then it happened. I released a torrent of sperm deep in his guts! He could feel the hot, sticky ropes being fired in his hole. We collapsed on the bed and he cleaned my cock. I learned a valuable lesson. Hot sex transcends any disability. We used our bodies to communicate our hot sexual needs. I will be seeing him again very soon.

This. It's a great site if you're nervous about hookups because it does sort by HIV status and prevention method. It's also a good place to go if you're looking to explore some fantasies around playing with POZ guys whether or not you're on treatment, if so inclined. Lots of POZ undetectable and POZ unmedicated guys there who are more than happy to help you indulge the fantasy. Met a partnered couple on there ages ago, both POZ undetectable. Told them I had a fantasy about being bred by POZ guys but was nervous. They had me over, along with another guy from the site, also undetectable. Helped me live out that fantasy in a way that felt lower risk.

I was on business in San Diego and pushed for time to check out and make it to my flight home, but got hit up by a sexy muscular stud on bbrt. I quickly changed my flight for a later time, let hotel know I was checking out late so I could accommodate this sexy beast of a man. He arrived and we stripped immediately and got down to business. We were in the heat of fucking that we didn’t hear knock on door by cleaning staff…they obviously didn’t get the message I was a late check out..this poor woman opened door and saw this man balls deep inside me…from her vantage point from the door she would have seen this stud with his huge cock and balls pounding my ass. Embarrassing maybe, but the fuck was incredible and I had to make the walk of shame leaving the room later.

41 here, started PrEP at 34. Never enjoyed bottoming with protection much, the freedom of PrEP made me a huge horndog. It's not only taking a load, bare skin on skin has a whole different feeling. I even top some now since I can go bare (never enjoyed topping with a rubber, either). Still on PrEP almost eight years now, never a side effect. Kidneys and liver are fine. No bone fractures other than breaking a few fingers doing a brake job on one of my bugs a few years ago. Your mileage may vary. And no bare sex is ever 100% safe, even with PrEP. Life is about weighing the risks vs. the rewards. You're more likely to die of diabetes than AIDS related complications in any first world country, and that's IF you're infected. Nobody can make the decision for you, but don't forget that avoiding death isn't the same as living.

Chapter 3 – A Stimulating Experience Chapters 1 and 2 recount my reciprocation weekend with my buddy, Doug. I had been his slave for a weekend a few weeks ago and now it was my turn as master. We’ve partied, I’ve fucked him with a few dildos and fisted him. He’s now on the bed with a Rex knot dildo in his ass while I take care of a few things. After messaging a few guys on the apps and preparing some drinks, I returned to the playroom. Doug was twisting the Rex around in his ass, looking pretty blissed out. “Drink this,” I demanded, handing him a glass of sports drink with G. “Just like Alice in Wonderland,” he commented. “Oh, you’ll be in wonderland soon enough!” We smoked a bit while we waited for the G to kick in. It didn’t take long until we were feeling that sweet, swirly feeling. Coupled with the T, we were well drugged. I walked Doug over to the sling. Once he was settled in there, I put a blindfold over his eyes. “No peeking,” I jokingly told him. He knew if he did peek, there would be hell to pay, so I was confident he would keep it on until I removed it. When I returned to the room, I also had my e-stim kit with me. It was a recent purchase. Doug and I had played with e-stim at other guys' places, but neither of us owned a kit. Now, he was about to learn that I had bought a kit and was going to use it on him. Doug’s nipples are really sensitive, so I was planning to start there first. The nipple clamps went on. Doug grinned since he likes nipple play. He probably thought they were just clamps, but they were connected to my control box. I started with a low current and sent a shock through him. He writhed in the sling when it hit, but his nipples responded by getting harder. His cock also jerked while the current was running, so I knew it was enjoyable for him. But there was more to come. Now, I added some gel to an electro cock ring. He might think the gel was just lube, but he may have known what was coming. I connected the wires to the cock ring and sent a small jolt through it. His cock spasmed, dumping out a nice load of precum. I licked that up since those fluids should never be wasted. Then, I gave him another hit. Once again, his cock jerked, he moaned, but no cum came out of his dick. The next one was at the same current but for a longer time. This one had him squirming, likely with both pleasure and a little bit of pain. While electro play is great, it can be a little uncomfortable. Next was the butt plug. When he felt it go in, he knew what was coming. But I was going to make him wait this time. When I shocked him in the ass, I wanted it to be as unexpected as the first jolt to his nipples was. So, I reattached the leads to the nipple clamps and shocked those a few times. His nipples were hard, his cock was pulsing (as his ass likely was), and he was wriggling around in the sling. I took the leads off the clamps and walked over to the bed. I picked up the pipe and torch, melted some product into a nice cloud, and then took a deep hit. I walked back to the sling and placed my mouth over his. He opened, and I shotgunned the hit to him. We shared a few more clouds this way. Now, I started to play with the butt plug. Moving it around, pulling it, and putting it back in, teasing his hole with it. I pulled it out to apply more gel and attached the leads then. When I inserted it, I kept up the same playful movements. Then, I sat back and shocked him. “Fuuuuck,” he exclaimed as the current went through his ass. This is always the most intense for me and I trust it was for him as well. I let it dwindle, then hit him again. He couldn’t stay still as he felt the electricity in his ass. I gave him a few more jolts and then pulled the plug out. The clamps were still on his nipples, and the cock ring was still on him. I inserted a bigger butt plug. This wasn’t part of the e-stim kit, but Doug didn’t know. This one was thick, and it filled his ass nicely. After it was in, I attached the leads to his nipple clamps and gave him a few pulses from the control box. His cock was leaking steadily now, and I eagerly lapped up the juices. “How about a shock in your ass?” I asked. Doug paused for a moment and said, “Whatever you want, master.” I could tell that he was kind of dreading it since this was a thick plug and would deliver quite the jolt. I let him sweat it out for a bit, knowing that the toy in his ass couldn’t deliver any e-stim. The anticipation was making him fret and squirm around in the sling. I gave him a last jolt through the nipple clamps before telling him that we were done with the e-stim play. He heaved a sigh of relief at the idea of being free from the voltage, no matter how low. I took off the cock ring and the nipple clamps. The butt plug stayed in place since it wasn’t a part of the kit. I left the blindfold on, too. Now, I picked up a large feather and lightly stroked it across his body. I focused for a while on his nipples since they would be extra sensitive after the clamps. When I moved down to his stomach, he was twitching from the sensations. I skipped over his crotch and moved to his feet, where I ran the feather up and down his inner leg. Just brushing his cock and balls. With no idea what was coming next, Doug was in a high state of anticipation. He never knew where the feather would contact him next, nor did he know if it would be replaced with something else. Well, there was something else. First, I attached some new tit suckers to his nipples. This would be sure to keep him excited. They attached via suction and could be easily pulled off, but he knew that he wasn’t the one to pull them off. Next, I put an Oxballs ball stretcher on under his cock. This was designed to pull his balls away from his cock and keep them stretched out. His cock pumped out a bit of juice when I was negotiating the installation of the stretcher. I picked up the feather and moved it over his cock and distended ball sack. He shivered in delight at the sensation of the light feathers moving around his cock, and he let out a groan of pleasure. I knew, though, that keeping him in the dark (literally) about what would happen next was an exquisite kind of torture for him. Doug is a control freak, and I had now removed almost all elements of control from him. He was fully at my will. Then, I left. I walked out of the room, ensuring that Doug could hear me leave. There was a camera in there, so I’d know what he was doing, but I wanted to test him and see what he would do when he thought no one was watching. Like a good slave, he lay there, waiting for his master’s return. When his master returned, he was not alone.

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-Martin As I started seeing master every day I wanted him more and more. My every thought was consumed with his cock, until one day I broke. I had gone to masters like normal but as I got there, a used up slut was walking out half naked with masters precious seed dripping down his leg. Seeing some whore waste masters gift is what pushed me over the edge. After we got to the sling as he prepared my slam I began to beg “ please master I need you to fuck me I love you so fucking much I need your massive cock in me to fill me up with your toxic cum” “ I’d thought you were never gonna ask” master said as he walked back up to me. “ no drugs for you today you’re gonna take my cock raw” he said as he walked towards my head I looked up at my god as he pulled out his massive pierced cock. I opened wide as he slowly inserted his thick head into me. His cock tasted like musk and sweat. Master continued to push in. I couldn’t breathe but didn’t care as masters glorious cock pushed deep into my throat. When his ball’s finally reached my face he abruptly pull out before slamming his now fully erect cock back in. He continued fucking my throat for a few minutes . “Are you ready to become mine boy” master asked pulling his cock from my throat “Yes master please please please” I moaned through my bruised and bloody throat. Master lined himself up with my ass and I could feel the metal of his pa on my hole before he suddenly slammed balls deep into my hole. I screamed in agony as he tore my hole to shreds. He pushed through my second hole and i felt his sharp piercing destroying my insides. After what felt like hours he grabbed my balls and leaned over me “I’m about to fill your body with my toxic dna faggot” All I could do was moan in response as he shot his poz load deep into me and crushed my balls in his massive grip. I’m not sure how many times master bred me that night but after his first load he pumped me up with so much meth I could barely tell. He kept me there for 3 weeks in a drugged out haze constantly full of his precious seed. Somewhere in the middle I came down with the fuck flu. After I had recovered he took my cage off and used a needle to stab the head of my cock. He put the blood in an at home test and it came back positive. After the test results he brought me to a tattoo parlor. I was really embarrassed walking in entirely naked but it was just one guy inside. “So what are you looking to get today” the burly tattoo artist asked. “Um-“ I began to respond before the tattoo artist gave me a swift kick in the balls and said “I’m not talking to you faggot.” “This pig just got pozed so show it off” master said. “Plus let’s make his cock unusable” he looked at me with a grin as he said it The tattoo artist brought out a bucket of ice water for my cock while he prepared the cage. He slid a metal ring around my cock and balls and put the cage on after. I noticed that there was not a lock on this cage it just clicked into place. It also had holes on both sides that I didn’t see the point of. Then I realized as the artist put the first needle through the holes piercing my cock. I moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he added the rest of the deep shaft piercings. He finished with a pa securing my cage. All in all I now had five cock piercings preventing me from ever removing my cage. I got several tattoos that night as well to show my submission and new status.

Wouldn't it be better if something scary didn't come along, and the medical community caught up with ways to protect people fully? Bareback isn't some unnatural concept, afterall. To answer your question though, yes. In the last 5 years I don't remember a single hookup wanting to not go bare and breed.

Two load Tuesdays So I get a message from a man I have frequently bottomed for. Great cock! and usually multi cummer too. So I get to his place grab a sports drink from the fridge. Mind you ive been SUPER horned up all day. been craving a Raw cock to breed my bubble butt! so I walk into his room. he's watching some hot Tage team porn of these 2 hung daddy types pounding this twink that looks unconscious but he wasn't he was just im the moment!! we all been there He says, "Boy get my dick wet, that's all the lube you get for now" so I slurped on thar thick, 7in precum soaked cock for 3 secs before he sprang up, flipped me over, push my back down and rammed that cock balls deep I love this role play with him but like a heads up first but I slipped into character quick and asked him to ease up. "no boy," as he pounds away, "I've got a BIG suprise for you and he is walking in right now, but stay right there face down. no peeking no talking." My heart is pounding in my chest with excitement. suddenly a HUGE Mushroom tip cock smacks my hole 3 times, and it was a wet smack, ***smack*** ***smack*** ***smack*** A deep voice says, "you ready for my monster cock?" see trick question, in this case I'm not allowed to speak unless granted. "Wow, you are right man, he is a good boy. listens as he should, now speak " thank you sir, and yes sir I am ready for your Monster cock sir" " when im done you might not be able to walk for about 20 minutes, most guys lose the feeling in their legs from either the size or the pounding your gona get. but I promise, you will be back for more," right then he grabbed my hips and started to just push that huge to in, finally my hole opened, only a little bit. I let out a sharp moan, and he says, "aww does the boy need lube? speak." sir yes sir please sir." He spits in his dick that the head is in my pulsing hole and shaft of if massive cock and says, "that's enough, haha, now you may look and see what it looks like before I go balls deep," thank you sir.... I turn to take a look, and this MF has at least a 13 Maybe fuckin 14 inch, coke can thick, cock. Sir can I please have more lube" he smack my face and Said, " naughty boy know better to talk without permission," all I remember from that second was sharp sharp stabbing pain inside me, as he no mercy, no lube, firmly went balls deep in me I blacked out from the pain for at least 5 seconds. he is lookin at me with these fierce eyes laughing when i came too. " ah I love when they pass out when I do that." he literally ripped my hole he had to of. I try to scream my safe word and his giant hand goes over my mouth and he said, " Nope didn't hear it," and continued to just wrecking my hole. after awhile I didn't feel anything down there. what seemed like hours was only 1.5 hours. and suddenly he grabs my head pulls toward in and opens my mouth and spits it in. and says "are you ready to feel ropes of cum fill you? with tears in eyes but a shit grin on my face. his cock started pulsing so much it felt like his cock doubled in size 5 minite I swear he shot so much cum in me. then smacks my ass and pulled out fast that it almost made a POP sound cuz of that giant head. HES all yours now, careful look at my load, there's a lil pink in it. and they got quiet and chucked as his friend left laughing. then the guy I usually met frequently turns around with a crazy look on his face and says now now it's my turn. as I look down he is wearing an extender thing on his cock that had like texture wave and half marble sized balls on the shift. he put something up to my noise and told me to breath in. he did the other nostile too. within seconds my mi.d and body didn't care what was pressing up to my hole. I literally started pushing towards him. He says, I fn knew you would love it. tjen again... balls deep and this time i blacked out for awhile. but he kept going for at least 20 min. I feel a smack on my face. hey wake up, I'm gona....cum...and bam he shot even more than the last guy. that it was squirting out the side of my now wrecked hole. and what I didn't realize is as he walked away. there was a bio hazard tat about the left cheek. I sudden panicked for one second. until I looked down and my cock was rock hard. and shooting cum. Now boy. you may leave. when you are able to walk. I know you didn't expect that but we've been wanting to tear that hole for so long. you may become part of our family it our seed takes. I never said I wanted poz seed. then he said, "well we know you chased before years back. we were the ones you ghosted" Now, don't act Like you don't want it. I lay back down looking at the ceiling and now notice the biohazard sign painted in red on the ceiling, bloody cum dripping out of my wreaked hole. memories from years back of me on poz porn sites, jerking off wanting rhe bottom to be me. I started to get hard. as the guy smiles and says," see? told ya." "what do you say?' SPEAK, "Thank you master." to be continued*****

Elsewhere on this site, @Lucienblack88 and @Morgar666 debated about how wearing rubbergear put him in a particular headspace in contrast to what you might normally wear day-to-day or at your job. I've always thought that what you wear helps with how you feel. Rubber - Leather - Tradie/Workie/Hivis - Sportswear. A moment of reflection and I recalled that as a kid I loved a TV programme in the UK called Mr Benn. (Anyone remember that? It's on YouTube for the curious) Each episode Mr Benn visited a shop and tried on an outfit and 'became' that person and had an adventure. I guess that idea stuck in my mind... As a teen I attended a very sporty school, but wasn't athletic myself. I used to 'forget' my gym kit or rugby kit on purpose so I'd have to borrow someone else's and pretend for a moment I am them... Maybe that was half of it - the other half I expect was the pheromones... As an adult I like to wear both my own gear and borrowed gear from other guys and let my imagination take over. For a few hours I can immerse myself in the masculinity of being a Railway Worker, a Biker, an Ice Hockey Goalie, or a Rugby Player... Anyone relate to this or am I barking mad?

To all my fellow total bottoms and cumdumps, tops have far more pulling power than us online and in sex ads. I have long treated Sundays as my “slut at home day.” I hit the dark rooms Friday and Saturday nights howling for cock and seed, but Sunday is calm down, chill, hit up regulars and get online and see how much cock I can get in my own apartment. Sort of my last fling before work on Monday. I treat is as a ritual. Shower, douche, trim my chest, shave my pubes, shave my cunt and hope for a good day. Some days are diamonds, I can get five or six tops throughout the day, some are pretty dreary, 2 being my worst result which really only teases me and makes me so fucking horny and unsatisfied. Luckily I have a few regulars who have fucked and bred me over a long period of time. One of those, Tom, has been fucking me for over 4 years, he has a fetish, he will only come over and fuck me if I have been pre-loaded with other men’s cum. He is pretty reliable though, as I only have to text him and say “pumped up with 2” or however many loads I have taken and he generally comes over to add his baby batter to the mix. Three weeks back, I had taken four tops and was still horny, texted him, and within half an hour he was at my place belting another load into me. We have had very few in depth discussions, he generally fucks me, I clean his cock, he gets dressed and leave. I never ask tops questions, they volunteer information to me that’s fine, I take it in, other than that my job is to service his cock and balls and satisfy him. Three weeks ago, out of the blue, he said to me, “I would love to be here when the tops are fucking you and join in.” I said “I would love that – easily organized.” You could tell that he was in a situation he had not been in previously, I guessed he had just been fucking arse, dropping his load and as he had told me once he was a “non scene person” I figured I would take charge now that he had kicked the football, while at the same time letting him think he was in charge. I said to him the following Sunday come early, we would get online and he could watch the tops we attracted fuck and breed me and he could crop his nut in me any time he liked. He came over as we had planned, he got online, I helped him word his add, I got online and texted a few regulars and also put up a quick connect ad. His ad read, “Cum and help me fuck my slim, bottom cunt, tag team, no cock or load refused. He’s ready to be used.” I had a great day we got 9 tops, and I got bred 12 times. Me, advertising my cunt, pulled one top and one regular. He pulled them all. By the time the guys had finished with me I had come crusted in my chest hair, on my face, and my cunt was fully puffy and sore and dripping with seed. I have never gone to bed happier and more sated on a Sunday in my life. I could not bring myself to wash the seed and as soon as he left last (and it was the first time Tom had dropped two loads in me) I laid in bed totally exhausted, smelling of seed, and slept like a baby. I thought a “one off” so we rinsed and repeated last Sunday and again he pulled 7 tops and I pulled three. It was a great end to another week. But I am sure, the tops advertising sloppy cunt holes and sharing a hole works far better than us mere bottom sluts advertising our wares. We are going again on Sunday and already two Asian guys who fucked me on Sunday have committed to returning, as has one very well hung Arab, who was just a heavenly fuck.

Some of my fuck buddies worked for studios that were safe sex only. They supposedly were never going to return to bareback. They are now bareback only. I think AIDS treatments and PreP as well as consumers' tastes and preferences are the main reasons for the changes. For me, bareback is not new. I have always taken raw cocks since my first one in 1979. Being a bathhouse bareback cumdump bottom in the early 80s, the thought of using condoms was never an option, even when there was social and community pressure to practice safe sex. As a large group of friends and acquaintances began to get sick and die, and few people wanted to be around them, I remained intimate with them. Somehow I have remained negative over the years, and only recently thought about going on PreP, but I am conflicted because I made it 40-some years without it and without having my tops use condoms.

Bare sex always feels better Get some sort of preventative medication and get on BBRTS and find a Neg + Prep Top who wants to unload in ur ass. Neg tops on Prep will be a good match for your fantasies.

Quick Spain update: It’s been a quiet week with the family but I had a second chance to visit the cruise club last night. While the first night was mostly tops and I was stuffed a lot from both ends to meet the supply last night was more of a bottoms night. So I ended up walking around a bit before hooking up. It started with a nice little sucking session. The guy was also a bottom so after kissing a bit we called it and continued our dick hunts. Then things started to heat up! I started sucking this couple (or friends) that were together in the darkroom. One of them starts to feel my ass and we move on to fucking. Nice long fuck but no load. I guess the tops wanted to sample the different bottoms on display 🙂 Next I took a little break for a drink and was winking this horny leather couple in the corner. I went back down after 10 min and walked around a bit and ended back in the darkest part of the darkroom. after a couple minutes of adjusting I notice one of the leather couple guys. He’s soft but waves me over and I start sucking him. Turns out he has a PA and a big cock once it grows in my mouth. He fucks my mouth for 10 min and then cums, motions me to stand up quickly and gets the last spurts inside my hole as he says “I infect you” and I beg for his poz seed as he shudders in his orgasm😈💦🐽☣️ I was rock hard at that point so the next top comes immediately over and enters my hole now lubed with the toxic load I just took. He fucks me furiously for a few minutes and cums. The darkroom was then getting empty as guys were coming and going a bit so I ventured into the other part of the cruising area where there is a sling. I find a sexy guy and we kiss a bit and I ask him to fuck me in the sling. He’s up for it and we move there for an awesome intense sling fuck where I came anally several times and he enjoyed the cummy hole until he himself unloaded a big load as I begged him to make me pregnant 🫃💦🐽 I was pretty spent at this point and the last fuck was a long one so I called it a night and left a happy camper with 3 loads and one toxic one inside my slut hole. 🐽☣️

I've been caught in the act a few times. When I was young I was hanging out naked by a pond, learning how to jerk off, when a middle-aged guy surprised me and "blackmailed" me into sucking him off. A second time I was sucking a guy understall in a mall restroom when I heard a voice outside my stall say " you guys are disgusting". His opinion didn't stop him peeking through the crack by lock and watching me take a load down my throat! I also met up with a guy at a highway rest stop, we fooled around u til he convinced me it would be more fun at his house a short drive away. He was fucking me deep when his husband came home early. After some shouting from downstairs, the husband decided the best revenge was to hate fuck me with his 11-inch cock. Still the largest I've taken and after that rough ride I was walking weird for a full week after. The most awkward was me taking on anyone and everyone at a local porn theater. I spent the afternoon sucking a few of the local patrons when a gorgeous cock appeared beside me. I worshiped that perfect meat for a bit then stood up to look into the face of the hot student my company had hired for the summer. After my shock wore off, we had a hot make out session followed by that perfect cock leaving a large load in my ass.

Was at my local sexclub. Only a few guys but suddenly some more guys arrived. First Load: hot Asian twink cruised around. I was thinking he is not interested in me and my full-rubber outfit. I was wrong. I fucked this slim boy, made him high on poppers, licked his gaped hole and dumped a load. Second load: took a break and got dipsy. Saw a skater boy under enhancement in a sling. Gave him poppers, licked his armpits. He started moaning which made me hot as fuck. We started to spit in our mouth. I was playing with my boner and just ejaculated. He wanted some of my DNA in his sloppy hole so I put my still hard cock inside and also fed him my load from my fingers in his hungry mouth. So he had my cum in all of his holes at the same time. Now at home I am still horny…

"Justify" it to WHO? It is what it is. Either you DO it...or you DON'T.

My wife caught me sucking a guy off one night ex-wife i should say

I suppose that if one believes that one ONLY votes for someone whom you absolutely support, then voting third party or not voting makes a certain amount of sense. I call this the masturbatory method of candidate selection: you go with the one who makes you feel really, really good, for a brief moment when you're casting that vote. And like any other masturbatory moment, it passes, and you don't get to feel that way again for another four years. It's incredibly self-centered but hey, people are allowed to be self-centered. Certainly Trump is. If one cares about the actual results, however - given that either A or B is going to be in office, then the responsible civic thing is to vote for the candidate you feel will be better than the other, even if you're unexcited about him/her. I'm in the latter camp. I'm not going to tell anyone that they can't belong to the first group, but I am going to remind those people every fucking minute if the worse candidate scrapes by into office, whenever they complain about ANYTHING that administration is doing.

Superior black anon dick breeding I was being a cum whore and already had 3 anon loads in my cummy cunt when a black 26 yr old lad on Grindr asked if my white trashy pussy would take his anon load. Of course I offered to be his cumdump, especially when he sent pics of his meaty 9.5 inch superior black dick. I told him I already had a cummy cunt and he was keen to cream it and dump his load. I was instructed to be on all fours in my jock and harness and hooded. It was to be a total silent fuck on his part as he needed discrete. Just 15 minutes later he let himself in and stripped off. He must have arrived with a semi as he was hard and ready in seconds. Without a word he pulled the large butt plug from my cunt to reveal a hungry gape. I’m glad he lubed his dick up because he wasted no time, he shoved his dick in my loaded cunt and started to pound away. Of all the dicks I had taken that day his was certainly the most impressive. I loved how he knew I was just white trash for use. I let him pump the previous cum loads even deeper inside me. He had a good hard fuck technique and it felt amazing. As he said, he was absolutely silent. I told him I’d love to see what he can see, so I passed him my phone in the hope he would video the fuck. The horny fukka wasn’t afraid to show how to use white trash and even set it to slow-me for a more erotic video. He was clearly here to pleasure himself in my cunt and he did just that. He threw the phone down on the bed and grabbed my hips. I knew this meant he was close to wanting to dump a load in me. I squeezed his hot dick with my hole in a bid to help milk him off. It worked and a few short and hard thrusts later he silently spunked my cunt. He delivered a huge load and number 4 of the day. He pulled out and left my cunt dripping. This was a no fuss breeding and he simply tagged my hole LOAD 4 and left! That was one hot black anon dick!

Athletic Trainer 4 Brad was still stroking his hard dick while thoroughly eye raped Luke up and down a few times as he walked out of Luke's place and heading down to 7010. Luke has no idea how much Brad is attracted to him. It was not an accident that he came to the college where Luke is. He acted like a carefree horny dude that can't be tamed by anyone, but deep down he would say yes to anything Luke wants to do. When he hooks up with the college guys around his age, none of their holes were as good as Luke's. He's only fucked Luke a few times in a truth or dare type of situation because Luke wouldn’t just agree to be a bottom that easily. Brad remembers those times watching Luke's manhole very slowly open up for him but he could barely get half of his head in him. With everything hump, Luke's hole opened up for his hard cock a little bit more. Luke’s mouth stayed open in an O shape, leaning his head back and was moaning softly with his eyes closed. Luke's hole was so tight that it created a strong suction effect when Brad started thrusting his dick in and out of him. Brad headed down to his car first and gave himself a small slam just because. “Fuck …..” Brad said after ripping off the tie on his bicep then raised his arm up next to his face. He button his short sleeve linen shirt all the way, put some baby oil in his hand and greased up his body while feeling his own muscle. As his hand reached into his shorts and started stroking, he saw Noah parked near the building. “Perfect” Brad had a grin on his face and decided to look through his bag and changed into a white runner shorts. He got out of the car pretending to walk toward the condo and took a peek at Noah and saw that he was unloading his groceries and was struggling to carry everything all at once. He walked towards him and said “Hey Noah. Do you need a hand?” Brad said to Noah. Noah’s head popped out from behind a nearly overflowed paper grocery bag. He also didn't recognize Noah because he had a new hairstyle since they last saw each other. His hair brushed back nicely. He's wearing a pair of jeans, mint green button up shirt and leather suspenders. Noah's ass is by far his favorite. They almost seemed like they couldn't be contained by his jeans. “Un….yeah. I do. Brad, right? How have you been “ said Noah “I’m doing well but I have to go to the bathroom really badly all the sudden” “Oh…umm” Noah handed the three paper bags in his arms to Brad then pulled out his phone and clicked a few things. “There. If you don't mind taking those to 7010 on the 7th floor, I just unlocked my door so you can use my bathroom if you want. I'll be right behind you. I just gotta get my equipment bag out and paper towels.” “Gracias” Brad said and started walking to the building. Noah paused for a second because he was distracted by Brad's shorts. He thought he saw the head of Brad's dick coming out of his shorts but he couldn't really confirm as Brad getting further and further so he turned his attention back to getting his stuff out of the car When Brad got out of the bathroom, he found Noah finishing putting the last of his groceries in the lower half of the fridge on his knees. He walked up next to Noah so his crotch is at Noah's eye level. Noah looked to his right and paused for a few seconds then he looked away pretending he didn't notice anything and hoping Brad didn't either. Noah attempted to carry on a normal conversation and said “Thank you for carrying the groceries for me” “Go ahead” Brad lightly whispered “Hmm!?” Noah finished putting the last of the grocery in the fridge and avoided turning to his right sway. He tried to pretend that he didn't hear Brad” “I saw you looking, boy so I'm letting you know that you can have it” Brad said it softly to Noah Noah turned to his right but before he could look up. Brad’s hard mushroom head is just in front of his mouth. A droplet of precum looks like it's about to fall off his dick. Noah stuck his tongue out and licked that droplet off Brad's dick. Then wrap his lips around Brad's head and moved around in a circular motion focusing on Brad's head. “Damm…..you give good head. Boy. Do you want one of these?” Brad held up two unopened syringes in his hand. Noah didn't know what to say and was wondering whether Brad knew he gets high or if he's just trying his luck. Brad saw Noah's face and thought he seems confused so he held up an orange cap in his other hand and said “I saw this in your bathroom. It was just on the bathroom counter so I assumed you like to have fun” then he gave Noah a big smile. Noah thought “damn it. I left that out? I'm an idiot”. Before Noah went to the grocery store, he went over to some guy's house and got fucked by 3 anonymous guys. He was already high from smoking so he decided to slam him before he go to his hookup. Noah gave Brad a few nods then Brad teased him and said “I don't know what that meant” and continued to smile and enjoy Noah’s mouth. “Yes” Noah responded “Yes what?” Brad asked “Yes daddy. Please slam me” Noah said while he slowly slid his mouth along Brad’s dick and watched it slowly disappear in his mouth, feeling it deeper and deeper in his throat. Both of his hands are twirling around his own nipples. “That's a good boy. Do you have distilled water?” Brad asked Noah point to a cabin door just behind Brad “Perfect. Do you want to take it to the bedroom or out here in the living room” Brad asked. Noah knew his place playing the submissive role and did not stop sucking Brad’s dick to answer the question. Brad got even more excited that Noah passed the sub 101 test. Both of his hands grabbed the back of Noah's head and said “let daddy test how your throat feels once then we can smoke a little bit, ok boy. Hold still and look at me. Look at me” Brad didn't notice it earlier but Noah's eyes are still slightly dilated. He must still be feeling his high from earlier. “Now take a deep breath and relax your throat. You can tap on my legs if I go too fast. Now relax….. relax. Keep all of your focus on daddy's dick. Feel where it is then open up a path to your throat for Daddy's dick” Noah can barely open his mouth big enough to his Brad's dick in. A third of the way in, Noah tapped on Brad's legs. Immediately Brad let loose of his head but he quickly said “I won't push but you are not allowed to take my dick out until your nose touches my pube. Understood?” With Brad's dick in his mouth Noah couldn't not this time so he gave Brad a thumb up. Brad's hands let but they are still behind Noah's head. “Take a deep breath with your nose and slowly let it out…….. do it two more times and look at me when you do it” Brad's teal color eyes maintain eye contact with Noah and smiled at him with the look of approval “Now. Take another deep breath then instead of letting it out from your nose. I want you to say ‘ahh’ and let the air out slowly and evenly, lasting as long as you can. As soon as your nose touches my pube we'll take a break, ok? Noah gave Brad a thumb up once more then held Noah's head with the same amount of tension just moments ago. “Hang on. I almost forgot. It's your lucky day bc I just got it today” Brad pulled out maximum impact and a nicely folded rag from his bag, he sprayed rag, folded a thin layer over the spot he sprayed it on then he quickly covered Noah's nose with it. “Take it in as much as you can for daddy. As much as you need to surrender your throat Noah's felt the aerosol breeze into his nostrils and repeated it two more times. The last thing he heard Brad said was “now relax and say ah”. Even though Brad continued to give Noah instructions to open up, he couldn't hear what he said for a few seconds. The pulsing darkness closed in on him very quickly. He could feel Brad’s dick going deeper in his throat while his eyes were closed. Brad still held on to the back of his head tightly and brought him forward. “Oh damn….good job boy it feels amazing” Maximum impact finally gradually wore off. Noah could feel Brad's dick moving back and forth in his throat but he didn't remember that he got it in all the way but he realized he did when he opened his eyes. Realizing what was happening, his gag reflex all the sudden kicked in. Brad let him go this time but the sensation of his dick pulling out of his throat felt weird and made him choke for a second. He coughed a few times then he felt Brad lifting him up by his armpit then he wrap one arm behind him around his waist and ass pulling him closer and the other grab the back of his head and made out with him. Brad’s hard cock pressing against him. Noah grabbed it with his hand and was amazed by its girth. “I can't believe that went all the way in my throat” he thought Two of them passionately made out. The tongue battles in their locker mouth until Brad finally broke the kiss. Noah backed away and saw Brad had the biggest smile on his face. “You are a lot more fun than I expected” Brad said “go get you stuff. Mind if I hop in the shower for a rinse?” Brad pointed at the bathroom and asked. “Of course. I'll be out here.” Noah said “No. Not at all” Noaj started walking to his bedroom to get the bong That throat fuck was so good and it's keeping Brad rock hard all through the shower. Brad shocked his bad with cold water right before he got out. Fragrance for the sopa will keep him smelling good for a little while. He put on Noah's half see through robe and walked out of the bathroom. In the living room, Noah had pushed the ottoman together and had porn up on the Tv. He's wore just a pair of red jockstrap and hitting the bong. Brad walked into the kitchen to make the 3 points. He's hoping Luke follows through with his end of the bargain. “That color looks good on you” Brad complimented Noah’s jock as he join him. Noah is slightly tanned and has each of his nipple pierced with a bar. “Remember the guy I was with when I met you the first time? Mind if he joins us?” “Yeah. I thought you two were together to be honest. I jo that night thinking about you two. I can't believe you are in my place. Of course he can join us” Noah said “Then do me a favor. Hit that bong good, blow it on my dick” but first, open your mouth. Noah followed Brad's instruction and his mouth wide. Brad gave him a pill and watched him swallowed it then said “vitamin K” “Oh what!? I've never had it before” Noah said with excitement then took a hit of the bong.Noah blew a good cloud on Brad's soft dick, The first few pictures he couldn't even see Noah's face. Then Noah proceeded to suck on his cock and it quickly grew in his mouth. He learned well….he already knew that occasionally deep throat like they did in the kitchen is what Brad loves. “Fuck…” Noah followed up with an expected blow job. Noah wrapped his lips tightly on the head of his dick with his hand wrapped around the base of his dick. He could hardly focus enough to finish sending the message. He quickly sent the message out to Luke and said ‘door is unlocked’ then threw his phone to the corner of the couch and he proceeded to set the points down on a tray. Noah stopped for a second and grabbed a gas mask and asked “do you want to try this, daddy” Hearing Noah calling him Daddy again made Brad’s cock twitch. “Sure,” Brad said. Noah showed him how to connect everything while Brad load up the bowl. Brad took a hit without a mask on and blew it into Noah's mouth and made out with him for a little. As Brad put the mask on he asked “what's the other tube for?” Noah grabbed the bong and took a nice hit himself then unscrewed the other tube and filled Brad’s mask with smoke. “Holy shit. I can't see anything” Noah handed him the lighter and the bong back. He's feeling that pill coming on now. All he can think about is sucking Brad's cock. He opened up Brad’s rope and looked at Brad with his dilated eyes and asked “May I daddy?” Something about someone older calling him daddy was just so thrilling for Brad. He had to inhale the smoke out of his mask to see what Noah was even asking. “All yours boy” then he grabbed a bong and took a nice long and steady hit until his mask was filled with smoke. The smoke only got thicker when he exhaled. The mask actually got a good buzz going for him. Since he couldn't see anything, he decided to lean back and feel the pleasure that Noah was giving him through his mouth. Noah's hands were playing with his balls. Occasionally tucked it when he swallowed the whole thing in his throat. Noah's hand was applying pressure to his inner thighs. Brad started moaning out loud in the mask. Naturally he opened his legs wider and wider. Noah then moved one of his hands to massage Brad's taint. Brad finally could see Noah again but all he saw was his dark hair in between his legs. He took a hit of the bong again then tapped Noah's shoulder and signaled him to hit the bong and said that he's good for now. Noah blew the smoke in Brad's mask through a tube then grabbed another attachment that was pre soaked with popper and attached the tube to it. He immediately got back to massaging Brad's taint and started deep throat fucking himself. “Ahh ahhh Ahhhh fuck. You're so good” Brad said. He had no idea Noah attached the popper to his mask and started to get lost a bit under the mask. Brad's legs are open wide enough that Noah pulled him forward so he is on his back more then raised his legs up, pushing them back toward Brad. Brad's hole is now exposed in the air. Noah then devours Brad's hole. It's been a while since anyone rim Brad. All Brad knows is he has never felt so good. He still doesn't realize the popper is attached to his mask. Everything Noah does is just an overwhelming amount of pleasure that he couldn't quite tell what exactly Noah was doing anymore. He was moaning loudly before then he got even louder when Noah’s hand reached up and pinched his nipples. Noah is done rimming Brad's hole and is now using his rolled up tongue fucking Brad's pink hole. The louder Brad moan then more turned on he was. He loved the verbal feedback, letting him know how well he's doing to please Brad. The smoke in Brad's mask began clear but with more space to diffuse, Brad could only see black and was moaning uncontrollably. This pleasure was not what he had expected but he loved it. Noah exposed his rock hard 8.5 in dick and began sliding his shaft up and down along Brad's butt. Brad was so high and relaxed that occasionally when Noah's dick slided upward, Brad's hole would catch the head of Noah's dick and took it in partially but Noah was only focusing on sliding his dick up and down. He started pinching Brad’s nipples harder. “Does Daddy want this dick in him?” Noah asked “Daddy's hole seems so hungry” Brad was a little lost in his own world because he took the same pill he gave to Noah. He heard what Noah said to him so his hands reached down and spread his cheeks open and said “Yes. Give Daddy your cock. Fill me up. Ahh ahhhh” Brad felt Noah’s dick inching his way in. He doesn't bottom often but Noah's cock felt amazing. “Ohhhh….. daddy's cunt hole is amazing '' Brad's hole wrapped Noah's dick with just the right amount of tightness. Noah held his dick in place and grabbed a the a took and big hit then reattached everything so the smoke goes right back into Brad's mask. Brad's mask is filled with smoke and he couldn't see anything again. The more he tried to clear the smoke, the more popper pume he inhales, making his hole a perfect tool to milk Noah's cock. Noah push Brad's legs even higher and got on the couch fucking Brad at an angel top down. His balls slapping against Brad's butt at a steady rhythm. Brad was moaning at the top of his lungs but only less than half of that sound escaped from the mask. “Daddy's hole….is so fuckin good….. You wanna be bred?” Noah reached and took the mask off Brad's face. Brad's face was blushing and looked like he was in ecstasy. Brad voluntarily held his legs up for Noah. “Fuck me boy. Show Daddy what you got. Come on” Noah reached out and choked Brad with his right while his left wrapped around Brad's leg and got on his knees on the couch penetrating Brad hole hard. Moments later Noah started to grunt. “here it comes. Ahh aaahhhhh here it comes “ Noah yelled “Yeah baby. Fill up Daddy cunt hole” then Noah flooded Brad's hole with waves of cum. Far more than Brad was ready for. The two remain steady in the same position. Noah cum so fucking much Brad could feel his cum dripping deeper in him. Noah slowly pulled his dick out. It was then they heard someone clapping. It was Luke. He came in right when Noah got rough and was reaching orgasm and even recorded that hot pounding session. It was not a sight he had expected but he certainly didn't hate it. “Sorry. I didn't want to disturb when I came in” Luke said. Luke had already stripped down to a pair of yellow jocks and his cock sticking out of his jock’s waistband. Drinks? He handed Noah and Brad each a bottle of Gatorade and before they started drinking it. He pulled out a tall brown bottle and said “anyone wanna spice up your Gatorade”. Brad and Noah hesitated for a second but both reached out with their open bottle to Luke.

Justin "My husband has been deep in thought these days. He has been daydreaming in the living room since last week. I remember it was just like any day when he went biking." Jeremy "Oh! That's Jeremy. Many girls in our class tried to go out with him, but it seems he already has a girlfriend outside. He also rarely hangs out with our classmates. I heard he is busy with his modelling gigs!" The Brotherhood of Lust forum "Thanks to the hard work of our youngest 'recruiter' Drew, as well as the support of our local pair 'hunters' Kevin and Ryan, we would like to welcome 2 newest members to our group: Justin and Jeremy. They have a secret. Can you guess it? Hint: We heard they told each other: She doesn't need to know."

"sometimes the subconscious makes decisions for us." What a great line in a fuckin hot 🔥 and awesome story. My subconscious made a similar decision about 20 years ago. Difference is I knew before leaving home I wanted to get knocked up with that nights bathhouse visit. I found a newly poz guy with a huge viral load. He was reluctant but relented and entered me without protection. He kept telling me he didn't want to cum in my ass. I did everything I could to make sure he would and succeeded. I left the bathhouse wondering on the one hand, why the fuck did I do that? On the other hand realizing that had been the best fuck of my life and how proud of myself for fallowing through with such a hair brained plan. Within a week and a half I awoke with what I knew was the fuck flu. Your line captures what I've been realizing and growing more and more comfortable with over the years. Fuckin A, awesome story man! Beautifully written ! The subconscious needs what the subconscious needs and no good sense is going to get in it's way. 💊 unprotected 🍑 magnet for ☠️🍆 &☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 I so look forward to reading more of your great story telling!

When I go into a darkroom and find arses ready for me, I lube up, get my cock hard and plunge my bare cock straight up them. If I'm in the mood, I position myself ready for others to plunge their dicks straight up me!

I really didn't realize I wrote this years ago until I logged back in but I still have this compulsion. I've recently stopped my PrEP and found a gifter this year to itch this burning desire.

There’s no such thing as “finding” a “truly safe” partner. Even if you have a long-time partner (and I say this as a man who has a husband whom I literally trust with my life), we’re human and we lapse. Importantly this is something that only you can determine and none of us should push you to do something you’re not completely comfortable with.

Jeff Morris was more than a little apprehensive. He was bound tight to a chair in the dungeon of his Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose’s big apartment on Lakeshore Drive. His golden hair was slightly mussed, and the position he was bound in—arms square behind his back—accentuated his swimmers pecs and tight abs. He was just slightly bigger, but with a lot more definition than he had been when he’d met his daddies—they were strict about his workouts. When Jose had greeted him at the door with a rough kiss and a curt “Follow me, cuntboy” and then led him towards the dungeon, Jeff knew the time for his punishment had come. Jeff had began hooking up with his Daddies in the early summer of his 19th year. They were the gardeners for his parents yard, and Jeff had fantasized about having sex with them the minute he saw them, when he was just 13. And now, seven years latter, he was their boy. They’d had a ceremony, with several other gay leather and kink friends in attendance, and he and they were pledged to one another. They’d also written in Jeff as the heir to their business ventures and Jeff was majoring in business and headed for an MBA to run the businesses and expand them. But Jeff had broken a rule: Jeff was not allowed to do drugs during the college year. And he really wasn’t supposed to do drugs with anyone but his Daddies. But this last year—his junior year—he’d turned 21 and had been feeling the constraint of having strict protocols and rules inside and outside the bedroom (truth be told, he wouldn’t have it any other way in the bedroom, but…). He’d gone out on Saturday with a friend from college and taken an X at Hydrate. There he’d been seen by a friend of his Daddy Ben. That next weekend his Daddy Ben and Daddy Jose introduced him to 10 lashes each of the bullwhip. His skin burned at the memory. But they’d also promised him that he would face more consequences. And clearly that time was now. Daddy Ben came and said,”it’s time to get you ready.” He shaved of Jeff’s hair into a short buzz cut. He then got him in the shower and cuffed him with his arms and legs spread wide. Ben cleaned his hole out, really pushing Jeff hard, ignoring his grunts and cries as Ben drove the sure shot deep up inside Jeff’s hole. Ben then shaved every inch of Jeff’s body, leaving only the hair on the top of his head and his eyebrows. Satisfied the boy was hairless and clean on the inside and put, Ben lubed up a long plug and eased it into Jeff’s hole. Daddy Jose came in and addressed Ben, “He’s here for him.” Turning to Jeff, Jose removed Jeff’s cuffs, replacing the ones on his wrists and ankles with thick leather ones with brass fittings stamped with an intricate image of a peacock. He then put a matching wide collar around Jeff’s neck. Looking into his eyes with a serious expression he said, “Master Omar is in the front room. You will go with him and you will make your Daddies proud by being absolutely obedient to him, you understand, boy?” Jeff nodded, suddenly afraid, and said softly, “Yes, sir.” They led him to the big front room where an absolute giant of a muscle man stood. Master Omar was at least 6’11” with the broadest shoulders Jeff had ever seen. He was so big and so muscled, it was almost as if he were a Tom of Finland drawing. He was wearing tight leather pants that showcased his huge thighs and what appeared to be a baseball bat between his legs. He wore an open leather vest, his huge pecs and 8-pack covered in a light layer of dark fur. “Do you like what you see pretty boy?” Master Omar smirked, his voice so deep it sent chills up Jeff’s spine. Jeff was already erect from the excitement of seeing this gorgeous muscle man, precum dripping copiously out of his shaved cock. Jeff practically moaned, “Oh yes, sir, I do.” “Good, because you will be serving me and my twin brother, Master Abdull, for the next four days,” Master Omar said, a hard wicked smile on his face, “All our other slaves will be performing only their domestic duties, as well as keeping you cleaned up and ready for service. You will serve as our only outlet for our sexual desires boy. And I assure you, our appetites are insatiable.” He then stepped up to the boy and cuffed Jeff’s arms together in front of his stomach, and led Jeff by the leash down the penthouse’s private elevator to a big Mercedes van with black windows. Opening the back door, he revealed that the back two seats had been removed and in its place was a rubber-covered mat with various places to affix restraints and ties. He reached in a produced a thick blindfold which he affixed efficiently around Jeff’s eyes. Now unable to see, Jeff’s sense of smell was heightened, and he began uncontrollably leaking precum as he smelled the giant man’s scent. Omar laughed, and drew the smaller boy into his armpit, Jeff immediately started sniffing and licking the hairy pitt like a dog in heat. “Oh pretty boy, my brother and I are going to have so much fun with you,” Omar laughed. Omar removed the plug that was in Jeff and handed it back to the boy’s Daddies. He then eased a larger one that immediately started vibrating in Jeff’s hole, causing him to quake and jump. He tied the boy down spreadeagled on his back, and restrained his body with a series of tight leather straps. Jeff had no idea how long they travelled, but it was at least a couple of hours. When the van finally stopped, Jeff heard the back door open and felt a rush of cool hair. He felt the big man efficiently undoing the straps and loosening his cuffs. He was picked up as if he were a feather and gently stood upright, and the buzzing in his ass finally ceased. It was immediately replaced though with his nearly constant, innate desire to be fucked. Omar addressed someone he couldn’t see, “Take the boy to your rooms and make sure he is prepared for presentation to us. Make sure he knows the correct way to kneel when he’s not needed.” Jeff was lead by the leash across what was probably a driveway, the concrete cool against his bare feet. “There are four steps up,” a gentle voice said, and the unseen man helped him climb them. He was lead into what was probably a house—he could hear quiet murmuring of voices, all male, and the sounds of housework. He was lead down a long hall and then he felt the cold of a tile floor. His blindfold was removed. Standing in front of him was an older twink, probably 35, his body in gorgeous shape with a highly defined musculature rather like his own. He wore gold rings in his nipples and a big gold PA in his circumcised cock, his big balls drooped unnaturally, clearly having been stretched over many years. Around his neck was a peacock stamped collar like the one Jeff wore, but this one was clearly a dress item, with gold studs interspersed with small diamonds. His entire body from the top of his head was completely hairless, including his eyebrows. “I am Ezekiel,” the man said, traces of an accent gave the name an edge. “I have been in the service of my Masters for 15 years and I manage the household. I will see that you please them in your appearance,” the man said softly, “I know that you are here to be punished, but be aware, my Masters are addictive. After they come here once, most submissives crave their bodies and cruelty and massive cocks again and again. I predict your Daddies will let you come back as a reward from time to time.” Jeff lowered his head, blushing at the memory of his reaction to Master Omar’s scent. Ezekiel smiled, “I see it’s already happening, the next four days will be hard for you, though, for with their pleasure always comes pain.” Ezekiel put Jeff in the shower, and bathed him, inspecting him for any strays hairs which he efficiently shaved away using a sandelwood scented oil. Satisfied the boy was smooth, Ezekiel gently cleaned him out again throughly, and then had him bend over where he used a tube of thick lube to lube Jeff’s hole deep. Ezekiel lead Jeff, blindfolded and back in the cuffs and collar, and then stopped in front of a door. “I suspect my Masters have prepared a little demonstration of your life for the next four days,” he said, amusement and affection leaking though his tone, “They can be incorrigible show offs, but they truly are amazing.” With that he pushed the door open and lead Jeff into a room where the sounds of hard sex were filling the air. Ezekiel had Jeff kneel and bow his head in the waiting position he’d been taught. He removed the blindfold and Jeff hear him leave the room. Jeff sensed someone approaching and a pair of massive feet appeared, big rough hands gently lifted his face to look at the man in front of him. “I am Master Abdul,” the giant man said, his voice a deep accented bass that sent erotic thrills down his spine. Jeff knelt there, his mouth open with lust and precum dripping on the mat below. He could hear moans and little screams and grunts behind the big man, but he was so large and he was facing a direction where he couldn’t really see what was going on. Abdul was as tall as his brother with the same massive hairy body, but Jeff was seeing the biggest cock he’d ever seen. Abdul was rock hard, his cock maybe slightly less thick around than his Daddy Jose’s but it was by far biggest dick Jeff had ever seen that wasn’t made of silicone. It must have been 14 or 15 inches long, a giant spiked PA went through the enormous head and then the entire underside of the monster sported a Jacob’s ladder, with barbells with really one normal size ball and one really large ball on each end, the large balls and small balls alternated, Jeff honestly couldn’t wait to ride that cock and feel how those balls felt in his hole, even if it hurt. Abdul smiled, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen that reaction from a submissive pussyboy, “You are as beautiful as my brother said, little boy,” Abdul said, “You ready to be punished by me and my brother, little pussboy?” Jeff shivered and looked into the man’s dark eyes, “Yes, Master, I hope to provide you with much pleasure.” “My brother and I are just finishing up with another guest,” Abdul said turning Jeff’s body to the left, “We will be with you in a moment.” The spectacle or “demonstration” the men had displayed was jaw-dropping. A young man—maybe 23 or 24–was suspended from the ceiling. He was a slightly older version of Jeff, golden hair cut short, but his body was phenomenal. The strain of the position was making every vein pop, his definition out of this world. Jeff knew he had a good body, and he was more muscular and defined now that he followed his Daddy’s Jose strict diet and workout schedule, yet this boys body was next level. The state of the young body was also next level. his skin, which on his face looked golden like Jeff’s, was bright red all over, covered in the signs of strapping, caning, and the clear line of heavy bull whipping with faintly healing red spots where the whip had drawn blood. Jeff could see marks on his arms indicating the boy had been slammed, multiple times. His hole was gaping open, puffy and wide, drizzling a constant stream of cum and lube, and occasionally trying to wink closed. Omar stood in front of the swinging boy, his cock dripping with lube and the boys ass juices. Omar’s cock was very nearly identical to his brothers monster, but if anything, it looked very slightly thicker and maybe, if that were even possible, longer. “What do you need, boy,” he demanded. The boy opened his eyes, and Jeff saw that they were black with need, “Please, please, use me Master, possess me, sir.” Jeff knew, from watching videos of himself, exactly how the boy felt. He’d seen himself beg like that. Omar appeared in Jeff’s vision, his huge balled fist dripping with a white lube, and he shoved the first into the boy. The boy’s hole easily accepted the monster, but his entire body went rigid and he screamed as Omar’s fist went mid-forearm deep into the boy. The twins alternated fisting the boy for probably 20 minutes, the young man writhing and groaning and begging them to stop and them begging them for more. They fisted the boy deeper and deeper, until his hole was stretched wide around their huge arms right before the elbow. Clearly, Jeff thought, this was a repeat of something the boy had already done. When then put the young man on his hands and knees, he was practically vibrating with needy bottom lust, and started begging to be fucked. Jeff noticed that he kept his position perfect, face on the padded floor, back arched, and that he used his hands to open his ass wide, his destroyed hole farting out air the men’s abuse had jammed inside him. So they alternated fucking him brutally slamming into his hole from all angles. When Abdul took a turn the lube slowly started turning pink. He kept it up for a minute more and pulled out giving his brother Omar a go. Master Abdul stood in front of Jeff. “As my brother told you, we have prodigious appetites which you will fulfill beyond the best of your abilities this week. You have no safeword here and we will not stop just because you are in pain,” he stated matter-of-factly, “Your daddies have set a few limits, and athough giving a disobedient boy like you any concern is not our way with our boys, we respect your daddies as the owners of your body and will not breach them.” Stepping forward with the giant hard cock in Jeff’s face, he commanded “Your service starts now, make my cock squeaky clean, slave.” After Jeff cleaned the man’s cock with his tongue, the faint layer of blood metallic on his tongue, he did his best to suck the huge cock. He could get about 1/3 of it in his throat, but not much more. Master Abdul stopped him and lifted his face, “Later, when we have given you drugs we will allow poppers and you will learn to take all of both our cocks,” he promised, “But you will be sober the first time we fuck you—we want to see how deep is your hunger with no enhancements first. “ While Jeff was trying to the impossible task of getting the giant tool down his throat, he heard the sound of fucking stop. He heard a gentle bass voice, talking soothingly, and then a small bell ring. Omar came to stand by his brother, his giant cock dripping and now red with blood. “The boys hole is finished,” he told his brother. Abdul stopped Jeff’s sucking abruptly, and pulled out until his cock filled Jeff’s mouth. “Drink,”he said, and Jeff’s throat pulsed as he drank a giant load of piss. Jeff did the same for Omar, cringing slightly at the taste of blood that coated the man’s giant fuckstick. He sucked him for a while and then when the man had given him a second load of piss he pulled back. Jeff assumed the position he’d been taught, head bowed and ass resting on his ankles, hands still cuffed behind him. “Good boy,” Abdul said, ruffling his short hair like he was petting a dog. Abdul led him over, pushing his head down so he walked with it bowed in submission and had him kneel down on his knees, head still bowed and hands still behind him. He heard rustling around and one of the men placed a pair of very painful tit clamps on him. Someone then kicked his knees apart, big cock swinging in his face, still covered in his saliva—still Master Abdul then—placed a parachute on his balls and hung enough weight that he groaned. Abdul walked a few feet and it sounded like he was sitting down. “Raise your head, pretty pussy,” one of the twins commanded. Jeff looked up and his heart raced. He was terrified of the pain these men were going to cause him but fuuuuuck they were hot. They sat on identical carved chairs with thick black leather cushions. Each man set forward on the seat in a comfortable recline, their legs and feet relaxed on long padded rests. Their big cocks were only partially hard, still swelled up as if ready for sex but hanging down, with their huge muscled glutes partially visible. Jeff moaned with lust as he realized the entire setup was so they could relax in complete comfort as a boy sucked on his masters asshole, worshiped his legs and feet, or gagged on his Masters giant cock. “Did you enjoy our piss, boy?,” Abdul asked. “I love your piss, Master,” Jeff replied truthfully. “You will not love everything that we demand of you, I assure you, you will experience much pain,” Master Omar said, “But I am sure a bottom slut like you will enjoy most of it, even the pain. Are you a bottom slut and a pain pig?” “I have been a bottom slut my entire life, Master,” Jeff said, and then he shivered and his face looked ashamed, “But my daddies have showed me that my inner nature also craved pain.” Omar then said, “You will be used and given far more agony here than you’ve ever experienced, beyond what your pain pig nature can comprehend, because you are being punished for your unfaithfulness to the covenant you made with the two men who love you more than anything in the world.” Jeff turned red with shame and tears welled up in his eyes. “They made a covenant with you, sealed with a ring, made you the heir to their multimillion dollar fortune, gave you a sure path to being the CEO of a very successful company, and you repay them by breaking the simplest of the rules they asked of you. What was the rule you broke, you unfaithful slut?” Jeff was now crying, the way Omar said it he sounded like a terrible person. “I did drugs on a school weekend, Master, and without my Daddies permission, even though I knew it was wrong.” Abdul walked around behind him and he felt him tugging on his balls. Omar reached down and slapped Jeff’s face so hard he felt blood well on his lip. He spoked sternly, “And how did you do on the history midterm you had the next week?” “I got a B-, Master,”. Jeff said, still catching his breath from the pain. “And what is your normal grade on your college coursework?” Abdul said, now towering over Jeff next to his brother, both their cocks rising as they humiliated the boy. “I am a straight A student, Master.” With that Abdul slapped his other cheek several times till Jeff was seeing stars. “And did you tell your daddies what you done and beg them for forgiveness? Omar demanded. “No, Master.,” Jeff replied softly. “Such an unfaithful boy,” Abdul said, “We are here to see that the costs of being unfaithful to your Daddies is seared on your body with remembered pain, you unfaithful cunt. When you scream remember it was you that did this.” The men returned to their seats. Omar spoke, “The beautiful boy you just saw us using has been coming to be used by us at least twice a year since he was 18. He is slave to a famous Hollywood director and a professional dancer.” Jeff realized now where the definition of that body came from. Abdul continued the story, his deep voice resonating throughout Jeff’s own body, “He, too, broke one of the basic rules of his relationship and so he was sent to us for punishment. His master noticed that when he was allowed to pleasure himself, he very often jacked off and rode dildos to footage of his time with us. Like so many others, he was addicted to us.” “He comes to us at least twice a year, either as a reward or a punishment. This time was a punishment, so we used him especially hard,” Omar said. Jeff swallowed hard, his eyes wide. “Does that scare you, boy?” Omar said with a dark smile, “be honest, none of your unfaithful lies.” Jeff swallowed again, his body shaking a little. He squared his shoulder and spoke honestly and confidently, “It does scare me sir, but I am sorry I let my daddies down and prepared to pay the price. They are center of my world and I hate myself for not being truthful with them.” The big men returned to their chairs and sat down, Jeff kneeled with his head bowed, he heard one of the men snap his fingers and someone—he had no idea anyone else was in the room—swiftly unsnapped his cuffs and fine-fingered hands moved his arms to hang at his sides. One of the men spoke, “Go done to the floor with chest nearly against the floor and your back arched, turn your head to the side”. Jeff complied. “Now crawl to us begging us to use you.” As he started crawling he realized they had snapped something heavy to his the chain running from his balls. He groaned in pain, but he crawled slowly forward without stopping. Begging them, to use him, to hurt him, to make him pay for his unfaithfulness. When he reached a point where he was almost at their chairs, they stopped him. He was between the two men. They commanded him to serve Abdul so he crawled the weight pulling even more painfully as he shifted direction. He served the men with his mouth for what felt like hours. First he serviced their assholes, one by one, his tongue at full length inside the musty tunnels. Their scent and their manliness were so alluring that his ass involuntarily arched with his deep need to be fucked. When one of them would tire, he would slap that top of his head and he would drag the weight—he saw that it was a brick—and service the other man. After a long time of this they commanded he service their cocks. It was impossible to take their cocks more than halfway, and the big PAs (big round rings, they had removed the spiked ones at some point) and the big alternating balls on the lengths of their dicks made it even more difficult. But for a true blue bottom slut like Jeff, it was heaven and he tried his best. After a while, they began having him alternate, jacking their big cocks and moaning with pleasure as his worshiped between their huge glutes. Finally the twins could wait no longer. Jeff’s tongue was in Abdul’s hole when he felt strong arms pick him up and hold him upright, suddenly pulling him upright with one swift motion until the brick was suspended from his balls, Omar laughing as Jeff’s arms flailed clawing at the air and he screamed from the sudden all encompassing pain. Abdul stood up his cock jutting out and he swiftly removed the tit clamps and punched Jeff in the abdomen hard, his swimmers eight pack twisting in pain, his body doubling up and drawing the brick up swinging, Jeff’s mouth open in a silent howl. The minute he relaxed back down, Abdul did it again. He did this five times until Jeff was sobbing and screaming at the same time. After giving the boy a minute, and his screams turned to deep moans Omar crouched down around him, holding Jeff aloft with one hand, and he swiftly released the parachute. Jeff’s felt a sharp pain again as the pressure on his balls was released, he started to scream and almost hiccuped from a the fresh pain of Omar’s giant hand wrapped tightly around his tedticles. Omar lifted the boy by his balls, and held him in front of him, Jeff screaming at the top of his lungs while he body sagged. After what felt like an eternity to Jeff—it was about a minute, Abdul stepped forward and put one of his big hands under the boy ass, raising it just slightly, so that the pressure was relieved a tiny bit. With his other hand he raised the boys head, turning it to him. “Punishment, boy.” Omar carried him by the balls, Abdul providing a little support over to a padded table. Once they got to the table Omar helped him above it, the boys screaming resumed. He suddenly dropped the boy onto the padded surface shouting “Punishment, boy,”. Jeff lay there for a second, still screaming, then his body curled into a fetal position, involuntarily grabbing at his balls, and the tears flowed. The twins remained impassive, and Abdul arranged a small triangular cushion to position the boy’s hole for their cocks. Omar rolled him onto his back and while Abdul grabbed his waist and positioned his ass where they wanted it Omar cuffed the boys to the table, pulling his arms above his head tight. Abdul, meanwhile, cuffed his legs to straps hanging from the dungeon ceiling. Omar put a big immobilizing belt around the boys waist and then walked around to his ass. Jeff felt the table lower, giving a low electric hum, as they positioned his hole precisely to the best height for their cocks. Omar came around and put his armpit over Jeff face, and Jeff breathed in and began licking eagerly. “I am going to fuck you first, with my bigger cock, because we want you to remember how much you love being stretched by our cocks,” Omar stated, deep voice purring with the anticipation of a great fuck, “You will get no poppers—you must prove how much you want this by opening your hole yourself, do you understand?” Jeff raised his ass slightly—the straps didn’t allow for much movement, he answered, his voice muffled by the big man’s pit, “Yes, Master, I will do everything I have in me to give you pleasure.” “Good,” Omar said, walking back towards the boys hole. He positioned himself between the boys legs, slapping at the boys tightly bound balls. He reached underneath the boy and pulled the plug out, and Jeff began the first of many rides on the biggest cock he would ever be fucked by. Omar was surprisingly gentle with him at first—letting his hole open relatively slowly. He was still demanding, and constantly quested to own more of the boys hole. Things began to get very difficult for Jeff the deeper the big man’s cock went. After the first eight inches went in, it got very hard to accommodate the big cock, all of its jewelry, and the PA. Jeff was moaning and panting and groaning, arching his back as much as his bondage would allow. But there was no stopping Omar, and finally the last 1/2 inch slid into the panting 21-year old. He held it there and enjoyed one of his favorite views in the world—a gorgeous blonde twink feeling what it was like to take his enormous dick for the first time. The boy was so nearly free of abdominal fat, that he could see the bulge as his big cock moved organs out of the way. They both fucked him gently at first. Omar slowly increased the pace to a level what Jeff’s Daddy Bill called lovemaking sex. Then he switched places with Abdul, who had installed a very thick PA with a very big ball. it made it almost like Omar hadn’t opened him up, and so Abdul got to see him writhe and moan when he fucked him for the first time. They gently fucked him for a while, slowly increasing the speed until they were able to rough fuck him hard. Jeff was lost in his own world, his mind lost in a cloud of pleasure as he experienced two of the best fucks he’d ever had at the same time. Once they cut loose, fucking his hole at all angles and it started really turning into a loose pussy, the brother who wasn’t fucking him started torturing his balls. Then they sounded him—something he’d never done sober—and fuck it hurt at first. Once they were able to get a thick sound down his cock, keeping it hard and stretched, one twin whipped his cock while the other twin fucked him harder and harder. Abdul especially seemed to love whipping his cock, and finally he brought over a thin piece of metal wire which he used to bring searing pain as it sliced through the sir onto the tender skin of the boys cock. Immobilized, Jeff could do nothing, he was helpless against the onslaught of feelings. No one had ever used him this hard unless he was high, and it was hard to find the pleasure through all the pain. After several hours of this—Jeff felt like it was a lifetime—both men came in him. Each of them shouted and released what seemed like several days of pent up sperm in his hole.

I met this guy on sniffies He had a nice dick in his picture When he.came over it was even greater we made out and when it came time to fuck he pulled out a condom He said he only fucked wrapped He had such a nice dick I thought what the hell he put the bed unopened and began to rub his dick on my hole All of of a sudden he pushed it in me He started to pump me and I felt him getting close He then said he was going to come in me which he did I asked him why pull out a condom and leave it on bed He said that was safe sec in his mind. strange

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🚨Dicklet Brain Alert 🚨 America has no 'Leftist' movement, we have Centerist Liberalism>Center Right laissez faire capitalism>More Boot Daddy Libertarians>Far Right Populism as a means to Modern Feudalism/AnCap Mouth Breathers. Can you please go read a book one of these days or would that constitute needing a reference point that is outside of your normal 'nasal gazing down into your own ass' perspective. Perfect example of why education matters right above me folks.

Chapter 2 – Knotty Rex Chapter 1 recounts a day where I am using my friend Doug as my slave. This is a role reversal from a scenario we played out a while ago. As of now, we’re both spun, and I’ve just finished a short fisting session on his ass. “Before we get you out of the sling, I’m giving you a booty bump.” With that, I selected a nice-sized shard and prepared to shove it in Doug’s ass. I put it on the tip of my index finger and curled that finger into my palm as I inserted my hand into him. Once I was deep enough, I uncurled my finger and deposited the T in his ass. I’m sure he felt the familiar burning sensation as it started to melt, and he knew that he would soon feel the bump's effects. I helped him out of the sling, and we walked over to the bed. “Suck my dick, slave,” I commanded. Doug took my shrunken cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck it. We both like sucking T dick and seeing if we can get it to firm up. After a bit of sucking, my cock started to respond, getting plumper as Doug worked it. I could tell that this was turning him on, so I started to make some pumping motions with my pelvis. He was doing a great job, and my cock was getting harder and harder. When my cock had gotten reasonably hard, I commanded Doug to sit on it. This was great since he and I rarely fuck, since we usually have T dick when we play. But his oral work had given my cock enough firmness that I could fuck him. So, Doug lowered himself onto my cock. He was facing me so that I could watch him fuck himself on my dick. At one point, he sat all the way down and then reached back and spread his ass. This let him slide another bit of my cock into his ass. It felt great on my end, and he was making my cock get harder than it was earlier. But I didn’t want to cum yet since we were early in our session. “Get off and clean my cock”, I commanded. Doug obligingly climbed off my cock and took it into his mouth. He sucked and licked my dick and balls, so I lifted my legs so that he could also eat my ass. He was moving between my cock and my hole, using his tongue to cover all the areas in between too. He’s a good cock sucker and a great ass eater, so I was enjoying his work. The shard should have completely melted by now, so I told Doug to get back in the sling. I wasn’t planning on using a huge dildo on him now. I selected one of his dildos that has a knot in it. This one was the Bad Dragon Rex. It wasn’t the largest, but it would be a good prep for later. Doug also had the XL size of this toy, which would be going in later today. I lubed up the dildo while Doug lay in the sling. His hairy ass looked amazing. The straps from his white jockstrap formed a nice contrast with his darker complexion and the amazing fur on his ass. I leaned in for a few licks while I was applying lube to the dildo since I really liked seeing the hair around his hole get wet. Of course, his hole was also a taste treat for me. “Get ready, slave,” I snarled at Doug. I inserted the dildo up to the knot. It went in easily and smoothly. I played around a bit with it, twisting it and moving it in and out of his ass. On one of the insertions, I just kept pushing when we got to the knot. Doug instinctively flexed his ass and allowed the knot to pass through his hole. This is an intense feeling, even though this was one of his smaller knotted toys. I twisted it around inside his ass once he had swallowed the knot, letting it rub up against all the walls of his ass. He was enjoying the sensations and reached for the poppers. I thought about restricting his use but then decided that he’d become an even bigger pig if he was also poppered up. He took a huge snort in each nostril, holding the second one in. I had slowed my movements while he was sniffing from the brown bottle. Once the fumes kicked in, I started to seriously work his hole. First, it was twisting and thrusting. Then, I pulled the knot all the way out and reinserted it into his ass. I did this several times, noticing that it slipped in easier each time. His hole was working up to a good gape. Even though this is just the medium size, the knot is still 8” around. That’s enough to give almost anyone a good ride. I knew Doug could take it (and more), so I was merciless in my pounding. I slipped the dildo all the way into his ass. “Keep it in your ass,” I commanded while I let go of the toy. Doug reached down to hold it in place, and I slapped his hands away. “Just use your ass to keep it in.” Once the knot is past your entrance, you can squeeze your ass muscles to hold it in place, but the pressure will build up, and try to expel it from your ass. I wanted Doug to feel that exquisite torture of holding it in while also wanting to expel it. With that, I stood up and walked away. I sat on the bed and blew a few clouds, watching as Doug struggled to keep the Rex in his ass. He was doing well, using his ass muscles to pull it back in when it tried to move out. It was hot to see him work at keeping it in him. “Push it out,” I snarled when I returned to the sling. Doug quickly shot the dildo out of his ass and into my waiting hands. When it was out, I slid my left fist into his hole. Going in with a fist is a bigger stretch, and he took it like a champ. “Good slave”, I purred as I maneuvered my fist deep into his ass. I fisted Doug, not going for depth this time but rather focused on width. By flexing and twisting my hand as I fisted him, I could widen his gape and let him feel my hand as it moved across his inner chambers. Doug was writhing around on the sling, enjoying the efforts I was putting into making his ass feel amazing. Slowly, I removed my hand from Doug’s ass. He was showing a nice gape by now. I added more lube to the Rex dildo and shoved it into him. Again, it went in easily up to the knot, but it took some pushing from me (and, I’m sure, from Doug) to get the knot to slip past his hole. Once it was in, I told him that he was going to stand up and walk over to the bed while keeping the dildo in place. If it slipped out, I would punish him. I was kind enough to help Doug out of the sling. I walked behind me as he headed to the bed so that I could see if there was any slippage of the dildo. He did a great job of keeping it embedded in his ass. Of course, the knot helps hold it all in place, but he had to fight the natural urge to expel the invader. “Hands and knees, ass facing me,” I commanded. He positioned himself properly, and I took my spot at his ass. His hairy hole looked great wrapped around the toy, and I idly twisted it inside his ass. Since the Rex is not symmetrical, twisting it around lets the knot hit all the spots in his ass. Now, I told him to push it out to the knot and then suck it back in again. This requires some serious muscle coordination, but I knew Doug had a very talented ass. I watched as he let the dildo slowly move out to the knot (that was the easy part). Then, he had to stop it and pull it back into his ass. He did a nice job of it. “Good job, slave”. “Thank you, master”. On his last word, I grabbed the dildo and pulled it back so that the knot was outside his ass again. With no pause, I shoved it back in again. I did this a few times, and Doug was loving it. Then, I took it all the way out since it needed to have some more lube applied. Before I shoved it back in, I told him to take some poppers. I placed the dildo right at his entrance but didn’t go inside his ass. He did the poppers, and once I knew they had taken effect, I told him to sit back down on the toy. Doug moved his ass back, and I helped to get the Rex stabilized on the bed. I held it as he lowered his ass over it. “All the way”, I demanded. Doug kept moving down, past the knot, and taking the whole thing in his ass again. I told Doug to keep the dildo in place while I took care of a few things. Those few things included mixing up some drinks laced with G and getting some other guys to come over and use his ass. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him – unless it does.

The side effects of PrEP aren't fictional, but they're not something everyone experiences, and they're something your doctor should be monitoring, in any event. It's not like you take PrEP for a month and suddenly your kidneys fail; rather, in SOME people, their kidney functions are gradually impaired, and if that's the case, you can ask to be switched from an oral medication to Apretude (the long-lasting injectable PrEP that does not have the impact on your kidneys that oral PrEP *may*). And each Apretude injection lasts for two months, so you go in six times a year for a shot, and that's it. But you may find that PrEP doesn't impact your renal function at all.

I fucking love doing this. And pulling them out of the trash cans at the ABS.

The same thing isn't going to work all of the time in every place. As someone who travels a lot I have learned that I have to get a feel for the place and go with the flow.

I definitely am going to miss new reads from you, though I can understand writer's burnout. You've written some of the hottest fiction on here, and I've blown countless loads reading your work. Hopefully after a break you'll grace us with some more stories.

Chapter 4. Ever since sharing my wife, Sarah, with a few guys, she’s been more and more into small groups, bringing the idea up from time to time. I must admit it was super sexy sharing her with two guys. It was a real turn on for us both. Sharing your wife with other men is enough to get us going, but sharing her with strangers bareback while in her fertile time is much more risky, and therefore an even bigger turn on. I started sharing my wife in threeways with me involved. The first couple of times, it was me and one other guy. We then got into a situation with two guys who had each fucked her safely coming back together to both fuck her bareback and cum inside her. Each time she’d take a load, it was more and more risky with her natural monthly cycle. Afterwards, each time I’d shared her, I’d lap at her pussy, egging her on with my tongue to tell me her deepest desires. She told me she loved that we’d let two men cum inside her already and adding more spice would push our limits. Lapping at her always-creamy pussy, I asked if she wanted me to be one of the guys breeding her in a big group, and she told me that no, she’d rather I managed the whole thing, that way she wouldn’t have to worry too much about the guys we’d be inviting. She suggested me not cumming in her at all; in case she did get knocked up at this ‘breeding party,’ she’d know it wasn’t mine and we could make a more informed decision about next steps… It seemed crazy to be planning an orgy, starring my wife, while managing to remain more or less responsible. We were talking about inviting five or six guys over to share her with, the idea that it would be when she was ovulating. She was clearly excited. We weren’t looking at getting her pregnant, but at taking that big risk. I asked her if she wanted me to arrange anything special for her first big group and saw her ‘guilty look’ that I’ve come to know so well. Sarah had the same look on her face when she told me about two men fucking her while I was passed out in a motel back when we were dating. In other words, she’d already taken on a big group, I just hadn’t known about it. I asked Sarah for the details, and she told me about a college spring break trip she made with her good pal Kate while I was stuck on campus finishing a big project. That was her first time taking loads from multiple men but I didn’t know until years later. It happened while we were dating, just as I was seriously thinking of asking her to marry me as we approached the end of our senior year. Sarah, Kate, and I were about to graduate and they treated themselves to a senior spring break vacation together, knowing that I’d be stuck on campus. Kate suggested that she and Sarah should go a little clothing optional resort in Florida together. I asked Sarah if that was a good idea, and she told me that with her best friend Kate there, she’d be just fine. Kate was our most promiscuous friend and had a reputation for having a good time. Sarah somehow convinced me that Kate would take all the guys’ attention, so she’d be safe. Sarah told me that she was looking forward to being naked so she could perk up her self-esteem about her body. How could I argue with that? So, away they flew. During the trip, I didn’t hear much from Sarah, only a few texts from Kate with photos of Sarah really enjoying herself. In some of the photos, Sarah was topless. So was Kate. They both had beautiful tits. They had mingled by the pool and met some frat guys and got rather chummy with them, but I didn’t feel threatened. A day or so later, there was a dimly lit pic of Sarah sitting topless in a hot tub, grinning from ear to ear sandwiched between to college studs. An hour later, Kate sent me a pic of Sarah standing up and totally naked. What was more, there were frat guys now naked in the background, some of whom were happy to dance around poolside. Kate sent me some pics of them partying, all naked, and then one of Sarah asleep on a sweaty bed. Sarah texted me as they left the resort and headed to the airport to fly home. Sarah told me that they’d had a blast and she was so excited to see me! Even with my deadline pressing, I paused work so I could go pick them up from the airport. I remembered Sarah coming home from this trip and being super horny. When we’d started dating, we had decided to save ourselves for marriage, going all the way was off-limits. We’d been doing hand stuff with each other, but no sex yet. I knew she was conservative and not on birth control. Normally, Sarah would jerk me off or I’d finger her while we made out. I picked Sarah and Kate up at the airport and as soon as we’d dropped Kate off, Sarah was all over me. She begged me to go down on her, and before even showering that was my first time eating her creamy pussy. Right there in the hallway of her apartment, surrounded by suitcases, I went down on her. She hiked up her skirt to reveal no panties, and a very creamy pussy. I dove right in and though Sarah tasted delicious; such rich creamy juices poured out of her. I’d only fingered her up until now, but this time she was much more wet and slippery. It turned me on to think that my tongue was doing such a great job that I made her drip. My face was soaked with her juices and stayed that way until she’d blown me for the first time. She kept my cum in her mouth. When we kissed, I thought it was wild how much her cummy kisses tasted like her pussy. In that moment, I wondered what a cummy pussy must taste like. Sarah noted that I was still super hard. I asked her if we’d be safe letting my cum near her pussy sometime. That was playing with fire, I knew, but just thinking about it made me want to go for another round. She crouched on the floor playing with her wet cunt as she sucked my dick for the second time ever. I asked her if I could cum on her pussy. That thought was enough to make Sarah cum on her fingers and she collapsed backwards. I climbed on top of her and jerked my cock for no more than ten seconds before I shot my load all over her furry mound and meaty lips. Sarah still quivered from her orgasm as I lowered my face to her crotch. I lapped up my own cum and filled my mouth with it. We kissed and passed my load back and forth. I later learned this was called ‘snowballing.’ After catching our breath, I asked her how Florida had been. She told me it was a real blast and hoped we could go there together someday. After that hot night in the hallway, I knew I wanted that kind of risky fun to go on forever with Sarah. Later that week, I went out and bought the nicest engagement ring my work study would provide. Nearly daily, Sarah would come home and ask me to eat her out. Sometimes, Sarah’s pussy would be red and puffy like she’d been running. Sometimes I’d eat her out, and she’d feel looser, like she was really relaxed. Sometimes she’d ooze pussy juice, and sometimes it would be more like a trickle. She always tasted amazing, and she’d usually beg me to cum on her pussy. I’d always lap it up and we’d kiss it back and forth. After such a session, a few weeks before graduation, I climbed out of the sweaty sheets, my face slick with my cum mingled with her creamy juices and popped the question. She eagerly agreed. Sarah suggested a new position to celebrate, and she had me lay down on my back. She straddled my face with her pussy just over my mouth. She fingered her opening as I lapped at her. A torrent of fresh ooze dribbled down and plopped into my hungry mouth. I came without touching myself. Sarah and I kissed and she whispered in my ear, ‘I hope we can go on like this forever…’ Turns out we did, in more ways now than I knew then. Anyway, fast forward a few years, and her I am organizing five or six guys to come over and breed my wife’s unprotected cunt at an unsafe time in her cycle. I asked Sarah what really happened at the resort down in Florida. She told me the sordid details as I ate her creamy pussy, enjoying her shared pussy. To be continued…

I just can’t fathom sex WITHOUT scat. I can’t get erect without it.

Filling some dude's guts with my stinking urine as much fun as whitewashing his insides with my gunk. Plus I can piss a lot longer, harder, and more often then I can jizz. Dinking another dudes piss out of a party punk's pucker is the best all natural, man-made champagne ever. Bottoms UP!