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Part 16 There was a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Standing there, 5 feet tall, Magoo, my neighbor. We haven’t spoken since I had my test results "Negative? What do you mean negative?" He had said in a disapproving tone. "Negative." What else was there do reply? "It’s impossible. I never failed. Ever. I pozzed everyone I bred, the first time" he retorqued. "I don’t know what to say. Sorry? " I said apologetically. "Sorry my ass" he muttered. "You need to let me spend the night with me so I can breed your ass again. I’ll make sure it sticks this time". "No", I said firmly, not exactly knowing where it came from, but the word came out and let a Magoo quite confused. "You are joking, right? " "No. And no means no" I replied with all the courage I was able to gather. "Your loss", he only said. That was the last conversation we had together, a little over three months ago. Now he was standing before me. "You know. I am still mad at you". Magoo at a way to look at you that you would feel guilty, even if you were not. There was determination in his eyes. "We’ll have to settle this another time. Bob let us down. The reading of his will is today followed by a small gathering at his place. We have condolences to offer. Get ready, I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes." He turned around, not waiting for an answer. Typical Magoo. I felt sorry for Bob, but he was sick after all, wasn’t he? I had met him at the bathhouse when Magoo dragged me there. My cock chubbed a little as I reminded how good it felt to have his tongue rimming me! Then, when Magoo made me – no, under Magoo’s direction - I willingly suck Bob’s highly-toxic cock clean. I knew Magoo cared for his friend Bob and somehow, he found this opportunity to reconnect with me after he got furious, I hadn’t tested positive, and despite the fact he pretended to be still mad at me. A way for him to get my forgiveness. I felt sorry for the man. But I would find too soon enough how wrong I was! The wicked Mr. Magoo had another great scheme in place. Another wicked plan to poz my ass, and I was merely a peon in it! I was in front of the mirror wearing an unbuttoned shirt and my underwear, looking at my body while my hand was caressing my stomach to my nipples. After my depraved adventure at the sauna and my stay at Master Eddy’s house, I went on my usual abstinence - no sex – except for rare masturbation reliefs. I needed more. Christmas was in few weeks and I made myself the promise to do something about it. *** We weren't alone at Bob's apartment. Magoo dragged me to the kitchen where a bar was improvised. A lanky young man was doing the service. - "AJ, this is Max. Max, AJ". - "oh, hi", AJ replied looking at me with great interest. - "Hi, nice to meet you" - "… He is Bob’s partner", Magoo whispered to me. - "uh, sorry….Sorry for your loss". The guy was probably not much older than me - "he wasn't lying", AJ said at Magoo. - "No, he didn't. Bob had great taste when it came down to young men". - "Bob talked a lot about you in his last weeks before… you know…" said AJ - "he did?" I remembered seeing him at that sauna night and probably talked to him not more than 5 minutes which was me on my knees sucking his dick clean… - "He sketched you". AJ pulled a well-torn sketch book. Right in front of me, a drawing of a naked young man, laying on his back, legs bent and spreaded, cock and balls on full display, with his head leaning on the side. There was no mistake. It was me without doubt. A picture couldn’t have been more realistic. - "wow". My face flushed looking at me, - "Ummph!" Magoo turned around to mingle with others - "He's still mad at you?" - "You know?" AJ start laughing, not too loud, but enough to make few heads looking in our direction. - "Ah! It felt so good to laugh again! Well, yeah, I know. He and Bob had no secrets for each other". - "It's not my fault", I said like I had to provide an excuse - "Actually, you are quite famous because of it: the boy who survived Magoo”. He said laughing. This time more people turned towards us. - "Don't mind them. If they are here, it's because Bob's fucked all of them at least once and it means that all of them fucked me at least once". I looked back at AJ and said wow again. Like I was a one-word guy. - "Except you, of course". - "Yeah, we didn’t". I was eyeing AJ wondering if he would be my type of guy. - "You, okay? Anyway, Bob kept telling everyone that you would be its unfinished symphony, none of the less." - "It looks like I can start some sort of a club…" I reply more to myself to anyone. - "In order to fuck me, Bob had to fuck them first. That was our agreement. - "And you were ok with that?" - I guess. Bob was a gentleman in life, in bed, he was a beast and had a way to pummel my ass like no one. I'll miss him for sure". AJ sighed. - "You have a boyfriend? " - "Me? No. I put my energy on my studies for now". - "It doesn't mean you can't hook up with someone for few hours. While I was studying at law school, Bob had lined up men to fuck me. I wouldn't mind having a one-on-one night session with you". AJ was grinning now. - "..." I was speechless. His hand went to his crotch. My eyes followed. He was packing a fairly good bulge. - "I like to be fucked as much as I like to fuck", he added clearly for my intention. Magoo came around. - "Didn’t Bob leave a little something for the kid here?" - "Oh yeah, follow me". We went to what looks like a guest room. There were a few dozen boxes. AJ picked one of them with my name on it. - "Bob insisted for you to have this." - "He gave me something...?" - "I'm not exactly sure of the entire content, but I have a good guess." - "This is unexpected". - "Nah, knowing Bob, don't get too excited before you open the box. And just to make sure, wait to be home when you open it.". - "I am not sure what to say, thank you?" - "No need, just promise to have dinner with me sometime". - "With the perspective to get me in your bed?" - "You are a mindreader. In fact, why don't you stick around and stay for dinner? AJ looked around. “Beside I am ready to send away everyone and I surely can appreciate some company". - "Huh, sure for dinner.". AJ hugged me, a little longer than just a friendly hug, pushing his hard bulge against me and snaking a hand to my crotch. My cock responded immediately, cramping irreverently my trouser. - "Awwh! For the name of lord, get a room", Magoo exclaimed, "I leave you two few minutes and you’re already making out in public. Have some respect for Bob." - "Don’t worry, this is exactly what Bob would want me to do", and AJ subtly kissed my lips. "Yeah, exactly like Bob would also do". Before AJ had the time to send away anyone, Master Eddy and Jesus showed up. - "Hey rico, how are you? " a friendly Jesus greeted me, all smile, nicely dressed. It took a good 20 minutes for Master Eddy to meet everyone before he acknowledged me. His smell was intoxicating. The natural smell of a man. Leather, musk, perspiration all combined was assaulting me, in a good way, like a strong pheromone. "Hello Pup” he said looking me in the eyes in a stern tone. "Long time, no see" "I was busy with school… sir" I replied, adding the "sir" instinctively. Master Eddy took a step further, closing the gap between us and looking at me more seriously. "You did not forget that we have business to conclude, don’t you Pup? You owe me." Then, lightly, like we were bros, he added "My house is always open for you. I was hoping you come living with me and Jesus.” "Like I said, school kept me busy, but thanks for the offer" Master Eddy frowned. "I mean, sir." "All good Pup. May be another time" At some point, there was a lull in the conversation and people started to leave on their own. Soon, only Magoo, AJ and me were alone in the apartment. "You two need to make peace” AJ said as he poured wine in my glass again. "I am all for it, but he will not let me fuck him again” replied Magoo with an offended attitude. "That’s his choice, you should know better" AJ retorqued "My point exactly” I said to a stunned Magoo. "Why don’t you focus on what works between you two and then see where it goes" Both me and Magoo looked at each other. - "I’m good with that" to which Magoo nodded. - "See, it wasn’t difficult" AJ said, "so where do you want to start?" I must have been drunker than I thought because I heard me saying, "Well, I can use one of his amazing blowjob because I am horny like crazy.” With that, I stood up, starting to unzip my jeans in front of the hungry wicked Magoo.

I have pimped out buddies numerous times … and they returned the favor. But I’m there to watch over him to ensure everyone is respectful and safe. I recommend you do the same

Over the last few years my sexual needs and the risks I've taken have increased a lot and I want to ask you guys if I should be worried and if I should try to reel things in and be a bit safer. The way I see it, I've been really lucky so far for nothing bad to happen to me in the situations I've put myself in but I know it might not last forever, and as risky as the behaviour is I don't secretly have a desire to be hurt or worse. Ideally I'd like to get a boyfriend or local master who could look out for me and get off on the scenarios I crave but that's not happened yet. First it started with just needing guys to fuck me, I'd kinda vet them so it wasn't ugly guys or creepy guys. Then it ended up specifically needing guys to breed me and cum inside me. Then it was me needing anyone's cum inside even if they didn't fuck me. I didn't care what they looked like or their weight or age, I didn't ask for pictures. My desired and regular way to have sex for months now has been as a blindfolded cumdump, telling guys my address, leaving the door unlocked and waiting in the bedroom on all fours, ass up, blindfolded or hooded, hearing them let themselves in and having them use my ass and leaving afterward, sometimes without a single word said outside of grunts and moans. I've gotten massively into chastity and having my cock locked up when I meet so that I can't jerk off or be played with by the guys that fuck me, my only pleasure coming from knowing that I'm being used and enjoyed by strangers and the occasions when their cocks brush against my prostate. Recently this scenario has escalated more and more to the point where I've got three different regulars where when we meet it's with me in almost full sensory deprivation. I'll be ass up on the bed, sometimes with a plug inside my hole, a ball gag in my mouth, cock locked in chastity, earbuds in playing music or cumdump hypno music/instructions from my phone so I can't hear anything. And then either blindfolded, hooded, or in gasmask with poppers inside the filter. On the side table will be my toy collection (including my biggest dildos and plugs), poppers of varying strengths, towels, and lube for fisting and toy play. And depending on how much I trust the master, the key for my chastity cage. This scenario has turned me on so much every time I've done it but I know there's even more risk in it than anything I've done before. Like the only way I feel I could escalate it further is to be tied up but as it stands I guess it's entirely within the master's power to do that to me when I'm in that situation anyway, they just haven't yet. The way the scenarios have played out so far have varied but have always been the hottest thing. I'll get a message from the master telling me what time he'll arrive, I make sure the door is unlocked and that before that time I have the earbuds in and sound turned on, the hood on, and am there ready and waiting, sniffing poppers hard until my head is spinning while I'm left to my own thoughts, preparing myself for anything, until I sense something in the room or feel hands on my hips. Then maybe a tongue in my hole. Sometimes though with the more brutal masters they'll just go straight into it. Thrusting their big cocks into me in one movement, no build up or foreplay, just immediately balls deep and pounding me until they cum as far as they can into my guts, owning their property for the night as quickly and as brutally as possible knowing that they've got time to recover while they play with me more. Unless I feel the warm seed shooting inside me I have no way of knowing when they've actually cum as I can't hear their gasps. A lot of the time they'll push their faces close to mine and I can feel their breath and when they're saying something but I can't hear it so I imagine they're just saying the sickest things and their most twisted fantasies to me as they slam into my cunt. After the first or second load they'll start toying my hole with things, mostly they'll play it safe and not go for the biggest, but there's an excitement in trying to guess what toy is being pushed inside me each time, one of the masters is particularly brutal, he's poz which turns me on a lot anyway, but he'll peg me with my toys, fucking me with them like they're his own huge cock before moving onto fisting, ending up with him punching out my cunt and trying to doublefist me. He hasn't managed it yet but being there helpless on the bed feeling a guy trying to force two hands inside you is just the hottest experience. Every time these sessions are the hottest thing and the masters and me are incredibly satisfied but I wonder about how much could go very badly with them. For instance, with me entirely vulnerable like I am, they could easily slip me something, drug my hole or slam me, they could force my biggest toys into me without me being ready or lubed enough, they could just straight up hurt me or worse. What if they just took the chastity key or my phone and blackmailed me to give it back? And I don't think that's what I get off on, I don't think it's the risk, it's more the control and the surprise that I get off on if that makes sense but it's crazy that I've been so lucky so far and maybe I should reel it in. One time I had it where a master came in and I felt his hands on my hips as usual, but then I felt hands on my face as well, removing my ball gag and sliding a cock into my mouth, and there I was getting spit roasted by the master and a total stranger he'd brought with him. The session was fairly long and I don't think the stranger stayed for the full thing but I never found out who it was or whether he bred me or fisted me, it could have just been the master's loads I felt spurting into my guts a few times, but I like the idea that when the fisting started it was churning multiple guys loads inside me. So yeah, what do you think? Do I need to stop these kinds of sessions before they go to far, or are there better measures I can put in place? Even better please turn me on more by telling me (either here or in DM) whether you'd enjoy using me in this way and what you would do in my masters' place.

latent homosexual

High Dude Interlude, Part 2 “Fucking whores!” High dude is walking away from the field where he witnessed Matt’s sexual depravity, Jay getting spit-roasted bareback by Matt’s friend and alternating between sucking two cocks, and seeing a really hot dude get fucked bareback by all his friends. High dude had heard the rules earlier from his friends. “Bottoms bring the condoms.” That’s why High dude didn’t have condoms with him. That was the bottoms’ responsibility. It was their job to protect themselves. And why the fuck were Matt and Jay not protecting themselves. He watched 7 guys fuck Matt tonight in that field. He watched just as many guys fucking the masc bottom just 20-30 feet away from Matt. He heard Matt and the masc dude asking for it bareback and asking guys to cum in their asses. These guys are a fucking danger to everyone. They aren’t being safe. They aren’t taking care of themselves. “Fucking whores!” he screams out loud again. He decides to go back to the pool area. He sees Jamie, who he watched fuck Matt bareback. Jamie has a big dick, but is usually a bottom. High dude has always thought that Jamie was a solid dude, even though he was a bottom. He has always heard from Jamie and about Jamie that he practiced safe sex. High dude decides to confront Jamie. He goes over to the pool and starts speaking very loudly, almost scolding Jamie. Jamie is taken aback and is still in a happy haze from the incredible sex he had with Matt. Jamie blows High dude off. High dude is even more angry now. Guys at the pool are staring at him. High dude decides to go back to the field and fuck Matt. If all those other guys can do it, then so can he. High dude walks back to the field and thinks he is going to fucking breed Matt’s ass whether he wants it or not. Fucking whore. He gets back out to the area where Matt was getting fucked. Matt is gone. Fuck! He sees the masc bottom wandering in the grass naked, holding his shorts. He walks up to him and grabs his ass. Masc bottom turns to High dude and says, “Wanna fuck me? I need to get off.” High dude is taken aback by the bottom’s matter-of-fact manner about sex. He’s both excited and disgusted at the same time. Bottoms shouldn’t act like this. High dude says, “Suck my dick and I’ll think about it slut.” Masc dude’s dick gets harder hearing himself called a slut. He drops to his knees, pulls the other guys shorts down and takes the cock in his mouth. He kissed the cock and looks up at his aggressive new top. He keeps eye contact as he opens his mouth and takes the head in and sucks it. High dude moans. He says, “Yeah, suck it slut.” He grabs masc bottom’s head and starts fucking his face. He is paying special attention to sliding his cock into the bottom’s throat and choking him some. High dude gets off hearing the bottom choke on his cock. He says, “Get it wet slut. Spit is the only lube you get tonight.” Hearing this, masc bottom is now totally hard. He strokes himself as he sucks High Dude. He feels the dude fucking his face harder. It doesn’t feel great, but it is turning him on. He strokes his cock. Fuck! His hand on his own cock feels so good. He lets the man fucking his face use his mouth and throat more. Each time he chokes a bit, masc bottom gets close to cumming. He’s been fucked by nine men in the last few hours. He’s thinking about the cum leaking from his ass. High dude is watching this slut choke on his dick again. He grabs his cocksucker’s hair in his fist and slowly starts to sink his cock farther into the man’s throat. He feels the throat muscles tighten on his cock head. He feels the cocksucker squirm and then feels warm wetness on his legs. Fuck! The cocksucker came while sucking High Dude’s cock. High dude pulls his cock out of the cocksucker’s mouth, strokes his cock a few times and cums on the cocksucker’s face. He says, “Thanks slut!” High dude pulls up his shorts and walks away leaving masc bottom on his knees in the grass to clean himself up.

My research has always been around man on man sex. Not surprising as a Northamerican gay man. I especially focused on tribes in remote places with extremely limited exposure to the outside world. I was always keenly aware of the ethical dilemma. My very presence, even if I kept it small would already introduce an element of outer world contamination. I always did my best to take a Jane Woodall minimalist approach. Of the twelve tribes I had spent extensive time observing all had what we in modern day NA culture would call gay sex. None of them had our hangups about it. And none of them labeled the men who took part, nor the activity itself. It was just seen as a natural part of a man's sexual nature Even though a sexually active gay man myself I had never indulged in sexual activity during my research. That self imposed abstinence was about to change on my next project. I had secured funds for a three month research project in the deep jungles of Papua New Guinea with the Simbari people. For the first month I didn't even approach their deeply remote location. I simply interviewed as many people that lived around their territory. Few, very few had actually met a Simbari. Mostly they shared rumors they had heard over the years of this idilic Shaguila and the beautiful people that lived there and worked very hard to remain isolated. Only two men had actually bumped into a hunter on the outskirts of their territory. This happened on two different occasions, but both men's experience was the same, and their descriptions of the native seemed identical. They shared no common language but for some reason the hunter chose to feed them at his campfire. After the meal he stripped off the loin clothe, his only apparel and began stroking his impressive cock. When it was very firm, thick and ten inches in length he coached them to take his erection in their mouth and he face fucked them until He filled their mouths with the most amazing tasting cum. He then made it clear it was time for them to get lost. This had happened 7 years before. Each had scoured the same territory but had never come across the generous hunter again. The second man offered act as my guide me through this wilderness. After a week of hacking our way through the jungle and moving around our primitive camp we stopped by a stunning river and harvested a fine fresh fish dinner. Over the course of the meal my guide enquired about the nature of my research. After we had finished eating he asked me if I wanted him to demonstrate the Simbari hunters offer of hospitality after a similar meal. My guide was a handsome small man, and I had been intrigued by this ritual ever since the first time I heard about it. I enthusiastically agree. Stripped down my guide was all muscle and had a skin of beautiful tan colouring. His cock was an adequate 6.5 inches and hardened up quickly. As I sat on a fallen log he approached me and offered his cock to my mouth. I sucked it in eagerly and proceeded to suck with my gay abandon. He pulled out and explained that's not how the ritual worked. I was not to offer oral ministrations, just an open mouth. When I followed directions he inserted again. Grabbed the back of my head and face fucked me until he was pumping his sperm deep down my throat. Before he finished he pulled back so the last few cum shoots filled my mouth cavity. He made no protest when I swallowed. We spent the next few hours sitting around the campfire nude as we deconstructed the ritual and shared about other sexual encounters we'd had over the years. When it was time for bed he invited onto his bed roll. I lay on my side and he spooned in behind me. Soon his erect cock head teased at my hole. I rolled over and asked if he had a condom. He laughed; "We're in deep wilderness, why would I have a condom?" I laughed and responded, "Much as I would enjoy you fucking me, I only play safe." By now his hand was on my hard tool. "Are you certain? Because your man handle sends a different message." He was not wrong. It had been so long since I had had any action that all the sex talk and load of his cum I had swallowed had me very horned up. I assured him that despite the evidence to the contrary I was sure. "I only play safe. " But I didn't leave his bed. I just turned and lay back on my side. That's when he started playing unfair. He shifted down and was eating and rimming my ass quite expertly. I couldn't contain my groans of satisfaction. His fingers started entering me and I knew I was likely to loose control of my resistance. When he moved back up to spoon me his hard cock head was right back at my rear entrance. " OK, just the tip. " I relented. He didn't hesitate to breach and penetrate my hole with his raw cock. After the pain settled he asked me;"So should I pull out now?" "No. It feels too good. Just push in a bit. " He did. It felt exquisite! "Just bottom out. Then cover up. " I asked. "We already established, I have no 'cover '" "Fuck, I still need you to bottom out. " He did. "Fuck me!" It all felt so good the words were out of my mouth before I even noticed. He spoon fucked me until we both became uncomfortable. I rolled onto my back, raised my legs and watched as he mounted me raw and missionary. Deep kissing was added to the vigorous fuck and after fifteen minutes of heaven he stopped kissing to proclaim, "I'm very close. Where do you want my load. " "Fuck it, fuck me, cum in my ass, just fuckin breed me!" And he did. That time and two more times before morning.

If in Lauderdale you need to visit 321 Slammer! Was there last week and lost track of loads pumped in me! Plenty of areas to.breed in. My favorite was the round padded fuck table. Yes there were those that just edged in you but once that first load is in guys tended to stop and add their load. I took 3 loads before my ass needed a rest. The last was an agressive BBC cock. Great part is 321 is a bottle club. You can bring a sealed bottle of alcohol and they check it for you! Nice way to take a break and great way to meet tops also taking a break before seeding again! The area around the fuck table can get crowded but guys are there to fuck! The best fuck was was a younger guy. Slightly above average cock but stamina. After breeding me on table took me to a sling and dropped a second load in me in a short amount of time!

Part 17 I don’t think I ever met all my neighbors at the same time. It was a six-apartment building. So, it was inevitable that I would come across them one day or another. But here we were - me, Magoo, an ex-convict, a 50-something Latino man, a single and divorced man with his son, and another university student I never met – gathered to discuss the eviction letter that we received just before new year. The old apartment building was sold and to be demolished in the following summer. The search for an affordable place was even more difficult than I had anticipated. It wasn’t a surprise. The market speculation has made rent price skyrocket over the last few years, and out of my budget. It seems it was the same for all of us. One fact: we were fucked. By Easter, on our second and last meeting, the father told us that he would move into the basement of a not-so relative cousin. The student, Sebastian, would share an apartment with 5 other ones. The Latino man just nodded to us and left without a word. The ex-convict and Magoo said that they would find something. I was preparing for my final exams, so I had to stop looking for a few weeks. One night, Sebastian showed up unexpected at my door. “I am moving out this weekend. I wanted to let you know”, he said nonchalantly and added with confidence “I know you are gay and want you to blow me” as he grabs his crotch. Just like that. “I am not gay, but I haven’t score lately and I am horny. I figure that you hadn’t any yourself with school and shit” as he gestures with his hand the corridor. In a second, a flash of Magoo, the sex-driven addicted slut that would not hesitate to get on his knees, unzip and pull the pants down and blow feverishly the cock in front him. Regardless of the man. A cock is a cock. That’s what Magoo did for me when we were at AJ’s place. "Well, I can use one of his amazing blowjobs because I am horny like crazy.” I had said which made AJ chuckled. “It was easy, isn’t it?” AJ added. Magoo just grunted and started performing his magic. I don’t know if it is the same for everyone or because my own sexual abstinence of the past weeks, but I was lost in this incredible feeling of the blowjob. I was brought back to reality when a pair of hands started tugging at my shirt. At some point AJ got naked and was now standing behind me with a gorgeous semi-erection. His hands were roaming my body, stretching my nipples as his fingers met them, kissing my neck; and like a mantra, whispering something that would haunt me for many weeks after. “Let it go, boy. This is meant to happen. Let it go” Call me stupid, but this is just what I did that day, I let it go. “Good boy. Become what you should be. Free yourself. Let it go” Magoo wasn’t gentle anymore. He was still sucking me, but also gnawing on the cockhead, foreskin and my piss slit. “Pain is pleasure” had told me Master Eddy once and “experiencing pain in the wake of pleasure is all a good fuckboy deserved”. At the same time AJ bit my neck strong enough to draw some blood. As it leaked, I felt myself in a throe of a rapture and came in Magoo’s mouth. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom” AJ said after Magoo made sure no cum was wasted. Sebastian passed by me and entered the apartment. I closed the door and drop on my knees, my hands reaching for his belt. And just like that, I sucked him like Magoo would do. Like Magoo groomed me to do. In the next hour, I awakened in a daze. I didn’t recognize the room, but Magoo was fucking AJ. I closed my eyes and fell asleep again. I woke up at the feeling of a warm sensation on my nuts. With my legs spread slightly, Magoo was nursing them with his tongue, a finger going back and forth over my ass hole. “What happened?” “You passed out” AJ leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue. Magoo took this opportunity to slide two barely lubed fingers in my ass. I tensed, my hole accepting the fingers quite easily. I realized I was a little sore down there. “Sshh… Let him…” AJ kisses me back and starts playing with my nipples again. They were sore which I didn’t recall from earlier. They must have played with them when I was out. “Look at me and keep your mouth open”. I heard a long, deep throat clearing and I saw AJ spit a yellowish slimy loogie which zero-in my throat and made me gag. “Nah nah nah, swallow that, pig boy” AJ mocked me while forcibly put a hand on my mouth. Magoo was going to town on my ass with what I thought was now three fingers. “Open up again” AJ ordered me. He hocked up some more phlegm and spit it again, this time missing my mouth. “Oops” he chuckled. With his fingers he fed me the disgusting slimy substance. I was on autopilot and started sucking them like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Then we made out again, engaging in a tongue battle. “I think he is ready” and without delay Magoo thrusted his long pozzed cock in my ass. I felt a strange burning sensation like I never known before as the old man started fucking me. I kind of lost my thoughts as Magoo was long dicking me. I realized he was fucking me bare! I broke the kiss. “A condom! You need to put a condom!” I said with urgency. Mid-stroke, an exasperated Magoo looked at me and stop fucking. “Get me a condom”, Magoo said to AJ. At this moment, I couldn't have been more prouder of Magoo accepting my request. He was always a fan of fucking bare, skin on skin, and delivering poz loads in all his victims. While AJ was unwrapping the rubber, I could feel Magoo’s cock micro-thrusting in my ass, just over my prostate. I have to admit it felt good. Magoo grabbed the condom and look at me. “Open your mouth” he told me and then with a sadistic smile he pry the condom in. “Now shut your fucking mouth and let me do my work” I looked at Magoo, then AJ, astonished by Magoo’s behavior. AJ chuckled again, “You heard the man”. Magoo resumed his fuck with vengeance. He was on a mission.

then a regular came to the office and used the deaf guys cum as lube, now sitting here dripping with two loads in

I disagree. While sucking a penis is absolutely marvellous - it is not the same. It is absolutely fun as an activity on the way to fucking / breeding. I personally love sucking a penis in order to generate enough spit to use as lube for getting bred.

John’s Interlude, Part 2 John is sweaty and his hole feels well used. He is leaning on the tree where two men have just fucked him and cum inside him. His shorts are on the ground and his sneakers are really dirty from all his time bracing himself and staying upright as eight different men have fucked him this afternoon/evening. He hears a slow clapping. John looks up. It’s a campground employee. The guy is hot but covered in the sweat and dirt of his job. The guy smiles at him and says, “Looks like you had fun.” John pulls on his shorts. The guy comes closer and he is looking at the ground. John watches as he looks into John’s face, smiles, and says, “Thanks for not littering. None of those freshly used condoms on the ground. I hate picking them up when they are still warm.” He gives John a masculine soft bro punch in the arm. John feels humiliated. John knows he must clean himself up. He goes into the bathhouse and strips off everything. He looks at himself in the mirror. He sees a guy with a grease stain on his arm, flushed cheeks, a couple scratches on his chest from the RV or tree. His knees are dirty, and he feels like he is covered in sweat and stink. John showers and remembers how he let two men use his ass right here in the shower room. He starts getting hard. John thinks, “What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m a nurse. I can get fired from my job if I am HIV positive.” John thinks back to his first job out of college when he was living in Miami – 1988/89. He was fucking around with a doctor where he worked. The guy was a total top and got off on group sex and loved blowing his loads in John. John had asked about HIV and the doctor said, “As a total top, I have nothing to worry about. You are safe with me.” A few weeks later, they went to this amazing party thrown by the doctor’s rich friends. Drugs and booze were flowing freely. John had been fucked by about 6 guys that night. None of them used condoms. As John was getting fucked, his doctor was fucking a couple other guys. He wasn’t using condoms either. A few days after the party, the doctor told John that he was being a whore. Bottoms who get fucked by that many men get what they deserve. John was stunned. The doctor took it one step farther and said if John didn’t leave the hospital where they worked, that he’d tell people what he’d seen. John said….”But you were there too. Having unprotected sex.” Doctor responded using his ‘in charge, know it all doctor’s voice’, “I’m a doctor. You’re a nurse. Who would ever believe you over me.” John felt the doctor was right. He took a job in Kansas City and vowed to practice safe sex and not open himself up to being this vulnerable again. Ten days later, he was letting a guy fuck him bareback in the parking lot behind a bar. As the water runs over John's body, John feels his asshole remembering that night and that gorgeous man who saw through John’s ‘top’ façade. As the guy was fumbling with the condom, he was rubbing his bare cock in John’s lubed ass crack and it slipped inside him. John moaned and pushed back. He bred John a few minutes later. As he steps away from the shower and tries to calm his rock hard cock, John slips his dirty shorts, socks and sneakers back on. He looks at himself in the mirror and tries to fix his hair. John, who usually prides himself on looking especially perfect, pushes his hair to one side and says, “What does it matter anyway? My friends now know exactly who I am and they are going to hate me.” John wanders for a minute and realizes he doesn’t actually know where he is going. The two men who fucked him in the shower earlier say hi. John freezes. He’s thinking “what could they want?” But, they assume John is going to the Moonlight Swim. John follows them to the pool area and they talk to him. John doesn’t know what to say to these men who have used him in exactly the way he begged them to use him. He never knows what to say once a man sees how depraved he really is. John sees his group of friends. He feels that he inevitably must talk to them since he drove three of the guys here and needs to drive them back. John lowers his head in shame as he approaches the group. John actually feels like the pit in his stomach is becoming a hole. He casually rubs the scar on his rib cage, remembering the beating his father administered after finding John sucking off a guy from his baseball team. John feels like he is about to be whipped again. They greet John, but not as enthusiastically as they usually do. The German who fucked John earlier today (Top 2) throws his arm around John’s shoulders. He feels the group dynamics changing oddly when John arrives and refocuses the group by saying, “I heard from some of the guys that we might get a show tonight. If we go over to the fire pit, soon there will be a cigarette lit in the grassy area. That’s our signal that the show has begun.” The guys all laugh and banter. They walk over to the firepit. Rugby runs his hand over John’s ass and says, “Can I hit it later? You have a truly great ass.” He smiles at John. John doesn’t hear that Rugby’s tone is a joke. John feels resigned that he will eventually need to let each of these guys fuck him. John says to himself, “If you let them do it tonight, at least your ass is lubed.” John’s self-confidence is quickly evaporating. From an outsider’s perspective, it would look as though this gorgeous jock is shrinking to take up less space by the minute. Apparently the signal was given as a group of guys begins to move into the grassy area behind the firepit. John's group follows. Everyone gets quiet. Only the regulars know what they are about to witness – the sexual tension boiling over in one young man. Snake will raise the man’s sexual desires, and will be on display for their delight. The regulars wonder how far this one will take his liberation. John, Rugby, the German and their group take up a space along the top edge of the left side of a horseshoe forming around a threesome. Rugby gawks openly as he sees the twink who scolded him earlier for being indiscreet spit roasted by a campground worker and a smaller twink. Rugby looks closer and sees that Matt is being fucked into a stupor by a cock wider than his own. “Damn,” he whispers. He feels like everyone can hear him because, other than Matt’s constant moaning and the twink top’s enjoyment of Matt’s ass, no one is making any noise. John watches Matt getting impaled on the twink’s large cock and he is in awe. He can hear Matt’s moans even though his mouth is stuffed with the campground worker’s cock. It’s the same worker he saw about an hour ago after he got fucked against the tree. He sees the twink reach down and pull Matt up by one shoulder. John hears the twink say he’s about to cum and then hears Matt clearly beg for his load. It dawns on John that Matt is taking it bareback again. John is hard in his shorts. John hears one of his friends softly say, “Fuck this is so hot.” John wants to feel what Matt is feeling. He wants men to give him pleasure in the same way. He feels himself gently pulled away from the scene. The guys go about 20 feet from the crowd. Rugby says, “That is so fucking hot. Should we stay for more?” The guys mumble a generalized unbelieving “More?” John looks around at his friends, exhales deeply, and says, “There could be.” He drops his shorts and gets on his knees. John looks up and sees the guy’s faces looking at him stunned, amazed, pitying, amused, and somewhat predatory. Rugby says, “Oh yeah,” and he is the first guy to take out his cock. John starts sucking Rugby’s cock. The other men follow suit until all their cocks are out. John goes from cock to cock, gagging and throating and spitting on them all as much as possible. He wants them wet because John feels a familiar awareness in his hole. A warm, slight throb which lights his desire to be fucked. After about ten minutes of sucking his friends cocks, John looks up at Rugby and says, “Do you want to fuck me?” Rugby, not completely surprised because he saw John give up his ass earlier in the tent; is nonetheless slow to react because John is giving up his ass in such a public manner. John feels the hesitation in the moments Rugby takes to process the question. He feels lost, like they don’t want him, like they are losing all respect for him as a man. In desperation to be fucked by his friends, showing them he wants this, John lies back in the grass and bends his knees back, showing them his hole. He sees Rugby get on his knees in front of him. Rugby says, “I don’t have any condoms dude. Do any of you guys?” They all say no, some of them lying, and a few telling the truth. John feels the last vestige of his old self-confidence leave his body as he says, “I don’t have any condoms either.” John lifts his legs higher and says, "Fuck me raw." Rugby lines his saliva drenched cock up to John’s hole and pushes all the way in. John grunts loudly as he feels Rugby’s large cock enter his ass. Rugby is fairly aggressive and sets a rhythm quickly. Raising John’s legs to his shoulders, Rugby leans in and says, “You have a wet sloppy ass. I plan to put my load in you soon. That’s what you want right?” John looks up at his friend and knowing what he wants to hear says, “Yes.” John feels Rugby’s cock punching his prostate and moans involuntarily. He thinks, “God I am such a slut.” As John starts imaging his life as a slut and feeling the cock inside him, he starts moaning. John wants to be Matt. John is failing to realize that Matt is self-confident in his sexuality. Matt is a proud bottom. He’s already overcome the internalized homophobia that being a bottom is the lesser role. By leaning into his history, shame, internalized homophobia; John is giving away his sexual power to his friends. John feels Rugby stop fucking him and cum inside him. Rugby pulls out. As he stands up, he’s happy that he fucked some ass tonight and shot his load, but there is something off about it. He can’t place the feeling. He watches as another friend slides his bare cock into John, who pulls the man toward him and starts accepting the thrusts. Rubgy leaves to get a drink. When he returns, a third man is fucking John from behind while John sucks the German’s cock. He can see all three guys are into the sex, but he can’t shake the feeling that he is part of something “wrong.” Rugby decides to stay because he can’t shake the feeling. John feels his third friend cum inside him with a loud grunt. He feels a slap on his ass as the guy withdraws. Another friend steps up and slides inside him. The guy says, “Fuck. I can’t believe the first guy I’m ever fucking raw is John.” As he says it, he realizes that he is going to cum. The guy tries to pull out to not cum so quickly but feels John’s hand pulling his hip. John says, “Cum inside me.” The guy shoots inside John and John moans. The next guy takes a longer time. He is a stockbroker and truly not a good person. They’ve all been at the bar as this guy recounts every detail of his latest conquest’s most private sexual moments. He gets off on stringing guys along and even plays their voice messages for the guys sometimes as they ask stockbroker to fuck them again. Rugby and everyone other guy in this group knows instinctively that John’s conversion to a bareback bottom will not be private or respected by this guy. All the guys they know will hear who John is behind closed doors (or in this case a grassy field). They switch positions so John is riding the guy. Stockbroker says, “I’m close. Beg for my load.” John starts begging, “Please cum inside me. I want your load. Cum in me.” Stockbroker pushes inside hard, causing John to gasp, and unloads with a roar. John gives himself to his other friends. One cums inside him while fucking him on his back and the others cum in his ass doggystyle. John asks each one to cum inside him. When all the friends are finished, only Rugby and the German remain with John. Rugby, still sensing something is wrong, asks John how he feels. John is sweaty and laying in the grass, cum leaking from his ass. He hasn’t cum since he got fucked by the guys behind the RV during the dance party. John gets up, says “I haven’t cum yet,” and walks away leaving Rugby and the German to watch him go. He is holding his shorts in his hand and walks into the field looking for more dick.

Sitting in my office just now when a hot guy, no face bic but fit body texts me to say hes just finsih work and am I free and can host, he comes to my offfice, and is handsome fit bearded and hung as fuck. we go in the back, and he signals he is deaf, so we kiss passionately, and then i suck and stoke him hard, jeans round my ankles he turns me around and fucks me until he shoots in my ass. thanks me, shakes my hand and is gone. Turns out he works around the corner in Pret.

I think the point is that there is nothing wrong with you. Whether you are just curious and exploring, or whether this is a part of your sexual evolution, you're totally okay.

Got on sniffles and found a top nearby who wanted to pound my ass and breed me. We agreed to meet at a cruisy spot. I parked, got into back seat my truck pulled off my clothes except my running shoes and sock and got into position. He arrived, entered back seat and pulled down pants and I started slobbering all over his cock, giving him deep throat. His cock became instantly hard and leaking precum. I pulled off, slid my prelubed hole down his cock and ride him. He was getting really deep and stretching me open. I got off and laid back and lifted my legs so he could fuck me missionary. We made out and I clamped down tight to match his rhythm and milked him good. I finally brought him to orgasm and felt his cock throbbing as he coated my ass with so much cum. Still got it soaking and absorbing inside me right now. He kept his cock inside me and stroked my cock. I shot so much cum and it went flying past my head and hit the door behind my head, then sprayed my chest. There was so much cum all over me. It was a good time. Should become a regular.

Not analogous; it's oralogous!

More than our rights. Our lives are in danger. Directly or indirectly that man and his immediate followers will cause a rise in anti-LGBTQ violence. I will bet that this will be underreported, as trans murders, esp. people of color who were trans and murdered, were vastly underreported since forever. By vastly underreported I mean that apparently both the number of people who were murdered was toned down and the report of their murders was either suppressed or relegated to a subsidiary story in whatever media (so in old print media it would have been hidden on an obscure page - similar intentionally buried reporting appears in current media). We can expect Matthew Sheppard-like murders to resurge shortly. And these will probably happen fairly often, maybe every month once they start. We need to focus on reporting this ourselves as we cannot trust non-Queer people to reliably report it.

The deeper you shoot the load, the less the bottom will push out.

2. Doug Even though it was your typical fall morning in LA and I had a heavy comforter over me, I was still freezing when I woke up. When I tried to move, every muscle in my body protested, and the simple act of sitting up in bed was almost more than I could do. I felt like a freight train had hit me. I didn't even bother looking at the time; I laid back down and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up again. This time, I was almost swimming in a pool of sweat and I had thrown off all the covers. My muscles still ached and I could tell I had a fever. Against my body's protests, I got out of bed. I was still in a jock strap from last night; if my fever-addled memory was correct, I had barely been able to drag myself the ten feet from the galley to the forward stateroom, much less fully undress. Despite my sickness, my dick was still straining against the pouch. I pulled on a pair of sweats, and slowly, carefully made my way to the galley. I found my phone; there were two messages. The first was from Sara, she had something come up and wasn't going to be able to come home this weekend. I texted back, saying I had the flu, and next weekend would be far better. The second was from Greg, wishing me a good morning. "I wish. Woke up with a fever, aching muscles, and cold sweats." "Really?" he texted back, adding a heart at the end. "Yeah. You think?" "It could be. You've certainly been taking enough infected cum." "That's true. But nothing in the past day." "You've got the fuck-flu," Greg texted me back. "That was how I was. Sick as a dog. Horny as a rabid weasel." He typed some more. "Fucking hot." "You want to breed me this morning?" I asked. "Gotta go to classes right now. You know that. We've still got our regular play date this afternoon." "You going to give me more poz loads?" I asked. Despite my illness, my dick was insistent and this afternoon seemed far in the distance. "Yeah. Of course. But really. how are you feeling?" "Like death." "Fuck Yeah! I want you to get another load before I come over." Greg texted back. "Find some poz escort and pay him for his poz spunk." "When I'm like this?" "Nothing like kicking a man when he's down. I will want a full report when I get there." He did want me fucked that morning. "Sure thing. You know best." The reply would annoy him. I also knew I would pay for it this afternoon when he would be fucking me. Even so, I couldn't resist. I pulled out my laptop, and crawled out of the cabin onto the deck of the boat. The sun was shining brightly; it was a perfect Southern California morning. It was almost too bright, but I was able to just read the screen as I logged into BBRT. Unsurprisingly, there were not a lot of guys online on a Tuesday morning. However, I soon found myself chatting with an escort named "MedStud9." MedStud9 was in his mid-thirties, mostly muscle, with a thick 9" cock that made my mouth water and my ass twitch. His profile was carefully discreet. There were "Ask Mes" under too many of the fields, including HIV status and drug use. His name was Shay, and he was definitely into me, although that might have just been good marketing on his part. We quickly agreed on a price for the morning. He wasn't far away, and could be at the marina within thirty minutes. Despite feeling tired and sore, I finalized the arrangements with Shay, I packed a bowl, and took a few hits. Despite the aching in my muscles, I forced myself to take a shower. I wanted to be clean for Shay. Drying off, feeling my muscles protest against my every move, and I wondered what I was getting myself into. I took another hit of the weed. It helped me to relax a bit. Luckily, before I could have any more doubts about the plan, my phone buzzed, and there was a text message from Shay, announing that he was at the gate. I pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and walked down the dock to get him. He matched his pictures well, although perhaps a bit older, and a bit more muscle. Overall, it suited him just fine, and any apprehensions I might have had about the encounter quickly evaporated. "I'm Shay," he said, shaking my hand as he stepped through the gate onto the dock. "Doug," I said. "Just down here." I walked towards my boat, and he followed behind me. "Nice ass," he said. I looked back, and he was smiling. "We're going to have some fun this morning." "I hope so," I said. He ended up helping me onto the boat. I felt how strong he was, and had a momentary brush with his body, feeling his warmth against me. I wondered how he would feel on top of me, his cock inside me. Once on the boat, he put a backpack down on and took a seat, spreading his legs wide. As his shorts pulled tight over his crotch, I could tell that he was just as hung as his profile said he was. "Want anything to drink?" I asked. "Some water would be great," he said. I headed into the galley, and poured us two glasses of water. When I came back, he had pulled out a pipe from his backpack, and was slowly heating it up. "What's that?" I asked. "You know, some tina," he replied. "You want some?" "Tina?" I asked. I had heard it before, but was still unsure of exactly what it was. "Slang. Crystal." "Meth?" I asked, a bit incredulously. "Yeah." He inhaled deeply, then exhaled a thick white cloud. With the way I was feeling, it would be a bad idea to try it, but the dark part of my mind couldn't stop thinking about what it must feel like. I shook my head no. "You sure?" "I'm sure." He did another hit from the pipe and exhaled. "What does it feel like?" I found my pipe, this one filled with weed, and did a hit for myself. "Like anything is possible. Like sex is the best thing in the world." He reached down and grabbed his crotch. "Gets me hard every single time." "Nice," I said. "So," he said, "You poz? Neg? Dunno?" "Dunno," I said. "I mostly bareback these days." "Hell yeah," he said. "Only way to fuck. You even bareback with poz guys?" "Yeah," I said. I felt suddenly self-conscious about this admission. I hadn't really said it out loud. Greg had told me his status, but most of the others, I just assumed. "You chasing?" "Chasing?" "You know, bug chasing? Trying to get pozzed up?" "Uh," I said. Greg had told me about bug chasing as well. He had told me how he had begged his poz uncle to infect him. But despite everything I had done over the past few weeks, I still wasn't ready to call it bug chasing, even to myself. "I mean, I'm not seeking it out, if that's what you're asking." "Yeah?" He grinned. "You sure? When was the last time you got fucked?" "This weekend." "Was he poz?" He took another hit from his glass pipe. "Yeah," I said. "He was." Saturday, Max had come over. Then, on Sunday, it was another hook-up from BBRT." "Did you ask him?" "His profile said he was." "Are you going to ask me? I mean, it wasn't in my profile." "I wasn't planning on it," I said. I bought some time by doing another hit from the pipe. I held it as long as I could, before I coughed out the acrid smoke. Shay was doing another hit from his pipe. The glass pipe and clear white crystals had a clinical elegance that gave them a hint of malignant foreboding. "You sure?" Shay asked, as he exhaled a thick white cloud. He reached down and grabbed his crotch. It was a good-sized bulge already. "Not even hard yet," he said, noticing me staring. "Come on. Ask me. I know you want to know." I did another hit of the pot. As I exhaled, I asked. "Ok," I said. "Are you poz?" "I am. And I'm not on drugs. "That means you're really dangerous, right?" Greg had tried to explain it to me, right before we had sex for the first time. It was only afterwards, after he had deposited two loads in me that I started to get nervous. But then, I had let him cum in me so many more times. Even when I had promised myself I wouldn't let him fuck me raw, he had managed to convince me of the positive necessity of barebacking. "Yeah," Shay said. "I guess you can say that." He stood up, and pushed his shorts down, over the bulge from his cock, down his thick, hairy thighs, and then down around his ankles. He sat back down with his legs spread. His cock stuck out, hard, erect and proud. "You like this cock?" I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could barely speak, so I just nodded. It was a lot easier now, now that Greg had helped me open up, now that Max had forced me to enjoy it, and now that all the other men had shared their pleasure with me. "It's dripping for you. I don't see a doctor much. But last time, he said I had one of the highest viral loads he's ever seen." He shook his dick. I saw the bead of pre-cum wiggle. I wanted to know what it tasted like. "You want to suck my infected dick?" "Yeah," I said. The drop of pre-cum had grown and it was starting to dribble down the back of his cockhead. I wanted to lick it off before it disappeared. In my fever-clouded brain, his infected sperm seemed like it might be the cure to my illness. In truth, his seed would only make it far, far worse. "I do." "Well, come on man," he said. He held his cock by the base and waved it a bit. "It's right here for you." I must have hesitated or something. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you scared?" "Yeah," I said. He had admitted to not taking any medicine for his HIV. He admitted to not even seeing a doctor. He used hard drugs in front of me. He had sex for money. I wondered what else he did that he wasn't telling me about. "Come on," he said. "It's nothing you haven't done before. It's nothing you haven't dreamt of. I bet you got off to it." I nodded, remembering my darker masturbatory fantasies. "We're going to have a great time today too. Come on," he continued, motioning me to come closer. "Give it a kiss. Lick up that pre-cum for me." I didn't need a lot of convincing. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. The way it moved almost imperceptibly with his every heartbeat entranced me. I took a step forward, and dropped to my knees. I leaned in and braced myself against his legs. His body was solid muscle, no doubt the result of hours in the gym. His dick was just as hard as the rest of him, and there was still the drop of pre-cum at the tip of it. I licked it up. "Oh fuck," he moaned in reaction to my tongue. He looked down at me. "Swallow it for me, man. Swallow it." I closed my mouth, and ran my tongue against my teeth, before swallowing. His pre-cum would be rich with sperm, virus, and perhaps also the drugs he used; rubbing it into the most tender parts of my mouth ensured it would do the most good. "Fuck," Shay said. "You're a nasty man. Suck it all the way down." I leaned back in. His dickhead brushed against my lips. It was warm and slightly wet from my tongue. I opened my mouth, just enough to allow him to enter me. It was hardly the first time I had sucked another man's cock, but yet, each time it was still hard to overcome so many years of being told cocksucking was dirty and wrong. I hesitated, but my sexual needs overwhelmed what little moral doubts remained. I stretched my jaw wide open, and let his cockhead fill my mouth. "Oh yeah," Shay moaned. "That's what I need. Suck on my hard cock. My hard poz cock." He emphasized his disease. My own dick started to throb. As soon as I was comfortable with his dickhead in my mouth, I began to work my way his shaft. His dick was exactly what you would want in a man: it was long, but at nine inches, it wasn't too long. Unlike a lot of other hung guys, his cock was also hard. It was thick enough around that I wondered how much blood it took to fill. Shay had to get light-headed when he got hard. "All the way down," Shay said. His cockhead was just about to hit the back of my throat, and I had barely gotten a third of it in my mouth. I was glad that I had been practicing on Max. I couldn't get all of his in my mouth yet, and his was even a bit larger than Shay's. "I want to see you gobble up all of my infected dick." "Mmmmmm," I grunted. All the other men, Greg and Max and Jason and Nathan and the countless random strangers, their cum had turned into a blessing and a gift. Did I fear Greg's first infected load as much? Or even more? Something about Shay's dangerous, masculine swagger to him made wonder if this load of semen was going to be a blessing or a curse. "Mmmmmm," I grunted again. It was the last thing I could say before Shay's cock pushed its way into my throat. His cock more than filled my throat and his thick meat pressed against the walls, blocking my ability to speak or even breath. I struggled against my every instinct to get it out. I forced myself to accept his shaft and give it pleasure. "Yeah, cocksucker. Make love to my AIDS-bone." I looked up at him. He was staring at his pipe. "You're doing pretty good on my pipe. Time for me to work on this one." He held the torch under the bowl, carefully heating it up. "You know. This stuff gets me all twisted. You think you're ready for that?" My head was impaled on his dick, but I shook it as best I could. "I can get all warped and verbal. You want me like that?" I nodded in agreement again. "Now, this is your choice. How many hits should I take?" He reached down and held my hand up. I had no idea what tina did; Max had talked about it, but without much detail. I put up three fingers. It seemed like a reasonable dose for coke. "Good choice," he said. "Now suck me off." I swallowed, and pressed down on his cock. As he inhaled, I managed to get to the base of his dick. I was disappointed to see he had trimmed his pubes, but there was still a thick bush that captured faint hints of the morning workout. We both inhaled deeply, me of his sweat and soap, and Shay of the clouds from the pipe. "Mmmmm," Shay moaned, as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. "Just suck me." He was holding his breath. While he held his hit, I counted the strokes my mouth made on his cock. First one, then two, and then three. I was up to twelve before he exhaled. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Suck my infected dick." I pulled off the full length of his shaft, and gulped furiously of air. As much as I needed that air, I also needed to be sucking on his diseased cock. I needed my throat filled with his poisonous drippings. I took one last gulp of air, and returned my full attention to his manhood. "That's what I need," Shay said. "Hot mouth on my poz dick." He put a hand on the top of my head, and gently pressed down. With the pressure he was exerting, he wasn't forcing his dick into me. Instead, it was clear reminder of what he expected me to do on my own. I tried my best, forcing myself to take another inch of his shaft into my throat. He moaned, and pressed a bit harder. It was the prompt I needed, and I let the last of his thick penis into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the base, pressed up against his sandy-brown bush. "Doing a great job there man," Shay said. "Getting my poz cock ready. Getting it ready for your raw fucking hole. Your raw fucking hole." I shivered for a moment; from both a lingering apprehension about getting fucked raw and from the relentless presence of his pozcock in my throat. "Feel that hot neg hole of yours milk out a big load, thick and creamy with my virus." "Mmmmmm," I said as best I could with his cock buried deep in my throat. "Yeah, you want that virus? Don't you?" His cock was starting to drip pre-cum into my throat. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. As the salty fluid started to seep into my body, the fear I had of him fucking me slowly disappeared, to be replaced by an anxiety around just the opposite outcome: that he would not fuck me. I was nodding my head. I wanted his seed in me, and it would do the most good injected deep into my ass. "Eaase?" I said, shaking my ass as well. "You're hungry for it, huh?" Shay said. "Hungry for my virus?" He took his hand off my head and finally let me get a breath of air. I gasped, trying to get as much oxygen as I could before he forced me back down on his dick. "Stand up," he said, pushing me off his cock. I felt empty, and started to protest. "I said, stand up," he said, this time more forcefully. I stood up. "Good," he said. "Now, strip. I want to see that neg ass before I fuck raw." Slowly, I took off my shirt and then my shorts. I hesitated for a moment, standing in front of him in only a pair of underwear. "All the way," Shay said, as he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. His chest was broad and muscular and was covered in a thick layer of hair. He was starting to sweat a bit, and I wondered what he would smell like after he had been fucking me all morning long. "You're now over-dressed." "Ok," I said, as I pushed down my underwear and released my cock. "Fuck, that's a nice piece of meat on you," he said. "You don't fuck?" "I do. Sometimes." "You're gonna destroy so many holes," he said. "Can't wait to watch you infect a few boys." My dick twitched. If what I felt was real, my dick would soon be just as powerful as Greg, Max, and Shay's cock. I'd be able to give the gift, rather than chasing it down. Shay's next line snapped me back to reality. "Turn around. Now show me what I'm gonna fuck." I turned around, and bent over slightly, pushing my ass towards him. I looked over my shoulder, and saw him stroking his shaft. It was still glistening from my spit and his toxic pre-cum. "Oh yeah," he said, noticing me staring. "I've got more than enough to inject into you." "Bend over some more," he continued. "Grab those cheeks and spread them for me." I did as he told me, exposing the most private part of my body to him. I had long made the decision to allow him inside of me; this was merely the ratification of it. "Now, that's a hole I can work with." I looked back again, this time through my legs. Shay was still stroking his beautiful cock. I didn't care that he had a deadly virus in his blood, nor that sex meant he would share it with me. All that mattered was that I got his cock. "Wanna go to the stateroom?" I asked. "Stateroom?" he repeated. "Yeah, it's what a bedroom is called on a boat. Who knows why." "Hell yeah," he said. "Lead the way." I stood back up, and headed towards the bow of the boat. The main stateroom was up front; most of the space was taken up by the bed. "This way," I said. Shay followed close behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body against my skin. Once in the stateroom, he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close. "Gonna breed that hole of yours. Give you the gift you've been craving for far too long." I shifted my legs, letting his cock slide between my ass cheeks. Like a poisonous snake seeking out it's prey, Shay's dickhead quickly found my anus. I was sweating but I shivered. It was hard to tell what part the fever was playing and what part was my sheer animal lust for Shay's cock. His HIV status was only a bonus. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me." "How do you want it? Tell me how you want me to fuck you." "Fuck me raw. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep," I grunted. "Just fucking bareback me." "Damn. That's what my poz dick wants to hear." He spun me around, gave me a quick kiss, then pushed me back on the bed. I landed in the middle, my legs almost instinctively going up. Shay jumped on the bed, immediately finding his place between my legs. His cockhead was quickly pressed up against my hole again. "Please man. Just give me your infected cock." I had grabbed his hips, and was trying to pull him closer to me. With one hand, Shay was holding up one of my legs. With the other, he was guiding his dick into my hole. "Just put it in me." "I'm trying man," he said, as a finger quickly pressed into my hole. "Just stay still for a second." I forced myself to stop for a moment and relax. I breathed in, and allowed my mind to stop racing. The fever, the pot, the poztalk, it had been overwhelming. Instead, I focused on the hardness pressing against my ass. I allowed my hole to relax. No longer working against my struggles, Shay's manhood slid easily into my hole. "Mmmmmm," I moaned in pleasure. In the frenzy of the past few weeks, even forty-eight hours without sex had felt like a drought. Even just barely two nights felt like far too long without cock. Sunday night, there had been Andre, a trick from on-line. But even being sick, it seemed so long ago. Since that first night with Greg, when I had felt his toxic warmth in me, I had been craving poz seed. But I was also afraid of it. As much as I wanted to be poz, I also remembered how bad it could be. I would have a very special gift, one that I would share widely and freely. I had been seeking out the toxic fluids from many men, and it was clear that I was going to get at least one more toxic load this morning. Shay's cock was already deep inside me. "Yeah," Shay moaned. "You're opening up for my poz cock. Come on. Let me drip my filth deep in your gut." His cock twitched, and I felt the familiar pleasure of pre-cum dripping into me. It was the merest hint of warmth, a slightly unfamiliar taste in the back of my throat as the chemicals from his body infiltrated my bloodstream. There would be heavier weapons soon entering my body soon; even his pre-cum would be full of the deadly virus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me. Fucking infect me." All I could think about was how his cock felt inside of me. Despite my knowledge of his status, I hadn't asked him about a condom. I knew what his answer was going to be, and I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him. There was no choice but to let him enter me without protection. Besides, I had already taken so many poz loads, it would be unseemly to treat him any differently. "Make me poz," I grunted, as he slammed his cock into me. "Fuck yeah," Shay grunted. "Fucking take my poz cock. Let me infect you." Despite the steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick, I was still milking his cock hard. All I could imagine was getting more of his cum. In my feverish state, I had somehow convinced myself that my best hope was his cum. I knew there had been a reason for it, something more critical than how good his raw cock felt inside of me. "Fuck, your ass feels so hot. Like it's burning my cock." "Yeah?" I asked. "It's intense. You ok?" "I had a fever earlier." He slowed down his attack, sliding all the way into my hole. "You say you're not a bug chaser," he said. "But..." he continued. "Yeah," I said. "I take a lot of poz cum." "Your hole is on fucking fire. Feels like you got what was coming to you." He smiled. "Feels like the fuck-flu to me." He punched his dick in and out of my hole. "But don't worry. I'm still gonna still give you another load of my poison." He slammed into me, his dick forcing its way deep into my guts. I gasped, then grunted. "Please. Infect me with your AIDS cum." I didn't know where the voice had come from, but it was clear I had said it. "Give me your virus," my mouth said, seemingly under some other control. "Fuck yeah," Shay muttered, slamming his cock back into me. "Dripping that poz juice into you." His cock slid in and out of me, each long stroke evoking pleasure and pain in my guts. "Fucking take my poz cock," he said. I loved that he was poz and he was sharing his gift with me.

When I got the fuc flu it was about eight weeks after a multiple seeding session with a poz BBC. I dropped about 20#, could not keep food down and barely able to work. It lasted about a month, at the end of the month after multiple tests, the doctor said let's test for HIV. Three days later I got the call and said you need to come in the office. We all know what the result was -- membership in the POZ frat.

Justin had just broken up with another girlfriend. This is the third one in a year and a half. Struggling and fighting his urge to be with a guy, he had played with a few guys on vacation and in between girlfriends. Sucked a dick here and there and jacked off with buds while they watched porn and even fucked two guys. He had secretly hoped a couple of the jerk off buds had been interested in fucking him and often jacked off to it. Most of the time Justin searched for guys online to talk to and jack off about and with. One guy he was talking to Mark in California asked him if he had ever been on BBRT, just asked what that was and Mark told him he needed to check it out. He sent him a user name and password, Mark used this account when he was whoring out a bottom and told Justin to use it for now it's paid for and check out all the hot guys there! Let me know what you think? Just spend the next three days searching profiles and he found lots of hot guys and really huge dicks on the site, he started reading the profiles and not just looking at the pictures and he found that a lot of the guys were POZ. Just started to quickly close the profile once he realized a guy was POZ. For the next three day he enjoyed BBRT and jacked off several times a day. Mark hit him up while on BBRT from his profile. The exchange is below: Mark : Hey little slut, how is it going? See anyone you want to fuck or get fucked by? Justin: Yes, Justin had written down the names of several guys who he wanted to fuck him, he gave him three names! Mark: Nice, I see you want to get fucked. You only sent me tops. Good pics bud! Too bad they are are so far away. Justin: Yea, I have never been fucked but really want to try it. Mark: Too bad I am not there, I would def help you out. Justin: I have you on my list, your pics are amazing and that huge uncut dick makes me want to suck you till till you cum. Mark: You would be on your knees in second of me walking into you place and I would be using your throat deep before I fuck and load you. Justin : OMG that would be so hot, If you are ever here I want to do just that. Mark: Be careful what you wish for! Justin: I am so horny know, I really need to jack off but I have to go to work. TTYL Mark: Yes you will! Mark starting searching form some guys to start breaking in little Justin. The first guy Mark lined up was a young white guy with a thin 8 inch dick. Mark sent him a message and a few others guys. It was not long till his first choice hit him back saying, we are both tops not sure this will work.

Looks like Magoo is getting more aggressive with Max. The old man is indeed on a mission to deposit his cum in the boy, and trying to make sure it absorbs properly.

And, it will take years to rebuild what one creep tears down in a handful of days.

Agreed there is nothing wrong with you. It's this fucked up country we live in that has screwed up so many men thats its mind boggling. 30 years ago a group of men in a gang shower at the gym laughing and enjoying each others company was normal. Now due to the religious fucktards running things everything a man may do with another man even slightly intimate is wrong and needs to be stamped down. If this country survives the next 2 years let alone 4 will be a miracle.

1. Clint "Are you awake?" Greg asked me softly. "Yeah, I am," I said. His cock was nestled against my ass, and his arm, already wrapped around my chest, sought out my nipple, and began to play with it. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "Ok, I guess," I said. I was doing only ok; I wanted to never think again, and sleep the rest of the week. "Jason told me to go to practice yesterday. He said it would help." "I know. Nathan told me to work out as well." "I wonder what it would be like if we hadn't done that." "Worse, I'm sure," Greg said. "How are you doing physically? After the weekend?" I laughed. "You mean, how is my ass doing?" "Yeah. Exactly. How many was it?" "Men? or loads?" I asked. "Either. Both." "For the men, you know them. But numbers? Honestly. I lost count. I mean, just starting out, I got at least four loads." Through the effects of the weed, the crystal, the GHB, and the lack of sleep, it was all a blur. But I remembered that seemingly, there was always a cock inside of me. Even when we went to the club, there was always a raw cock inside of me. "At the end," Greg started. His cock pressed against me, desperate to assert its dominance over me. "You were so wet. So open." "I know. It was hard to take you." "It was?" Greg's voice suddenly got softer, more tender. "Yeah. My hole was so damn sore." Greg's cock had been like a burning hot poker sliding into me. Jason had given me a few hits on the pipe before, and I think the thick clouds were the only thing that allowed me to take it. "But you didn't say anything." "I know. I didn't want to deny you," I said. The entire weekend was a bit of a fog, between the drugs, the sex, the men. I remembered finally coming down and being nestled between Greg and Jason, with Greg's cock right up against my hole. I wanted to be with Greg, to be with someone I knew and who knew me. "Really. Boo. You should have said something." "No, it was ok. It was something I wanted to share with you." "And now?" Greg's cock was a titanium rod. It had been nearly two days since he had last gotten any relief, and his balls were filling up with his deadly juice. "You want to fuck me?" "Yeah," Greg replied. "I do." "You want to fuck me with that poz cock of yours?" "Yeah. I want to fuck you bareback. Breed that hot soccer jock butt of yours." "Do you think I'll ever say no to you?" "I think you should. But I am glad you don't." "Breed me," I said. As I reached for the tub of coconut oil Jason had given me, I extracted myself from Greg's embrace, and rolled onto my back. With one arm, I held up a leg, while I smeared some of the thick grease on my hole. It no longer hurt, but I had definitely been fucked hard over the weekend. Greg knelt between my legs, his cock sticking up straight against his flat stomach. "You sure?" he asked, as he smeared some lube on his shaft. It glistened like a deadly snake, poised to strike. "Absolutely sure." My cock was throbbing, and I reached down to play with it. Despite how turned on and horny I was, my cock was remaining defiantly soft. It had been the same way in Palm Springs. Jason had said it sometimes happened in response to crystal. I felt a bit ashamed; the thing that made me a man was missing in action and left me only able to get fucked. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Poz you?" Greg asked. His dick head was now pressed up against my hole. "That too," I said. I released my flaccid shaft and grabbed his waist. I pulled him closer to me. It also forced his cock into me. Luckily, my hole had mostly recovered from the assault over the weekend, and it was not the unpleasant experience I had feared when I first committed to Greg. But, on the other hand, neither was it completely pain-free. Like all good things, getting Greg's load was not going to be easy. "I'm inside you, boo," Greg said. "My raw cock inside your hole." He was smiling widely, ecstatic to be connected with me again. "Hell yeah," I said. Like his uncle, Greg was hung, and his cock was opening me up again. I didn't know if I was smiling in pleasure or wincing in pain. "Give it to me," I said. The line between pain and pleasure was a delicate one, and as Greg began to piston in and out of me, I crossed back and forth between the two worlds. "You want?" Greg asked me. He had reached over and found a bottle of poppers. "Please," I said. He unscrewed the cap, and took a quick hit, before handing the bottle to me. I inhaled deeply, letting the invisible gas fill my lungs. I handed it back to him. He took another long hit, before putting the cap back on and slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," Greg moaned. "You feel amazing." He rested my legs on his shoulders, and bent me over. His face was inches from mine. I craned my neck, reaching up for our lips to meet. He did the same, and in the heat of the popper-fueled euphoria, we kissed deeply. "I want you to be mine. I want you to be my poz man." "Your infected man." "Taking all my loads." "Taking all the loads," I repeated Greg's words back, with such a small, but such an important difference. "Fucking sexy soccer slut," he said, pushing his cock deeper into me. He was dripping pre-cum now. Between the spit we were swapping in kissing, the sweat from our bodies, and the potent pre-cum dripping out of his cock, I couldn't get enough of his fluids. "So many men this weekend." "So many loads," I said. "And now you're in my fucking bed. Taking my dick." I smiled. "Your bed?" I asked. "My bed. And you're fucking me in it." "Our bed?" Greg said, offering a compromise. "And you're marking me?" I asked. "Marking you as mine." "Always," I said. "I'll always be yours." "Always taking my load?" "Hell yeah!" I grunted. Greg held the poppers under my nose once more. I had no choice but to inhale and feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard." Greg paused his assault on my ass long enough for him to do a hit as well. "You really want it? Really want my poz load up your hole?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." Greg put the cap back on the poppers. "I want it from you." "Me too," Greg said. His face was flushed, as the poppers started to hit him. "I'm getting close," he said. "Don't pull out," I said. I grabbed onto Greg's waist, and pulled him in close. "I want every drop." Greg leaned in to me, his eyes locked onto mine. His breathing was getting shorter, as he edged every closer to the inevitable release. With each stroke of his cock, my hole was also getting hungrier. "Please," I grunted, before he slammed his shaft back into me. "Of course," he said, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. "I'm gonna fill that hole with my poz seed." "Oh yeah," I said. His cock was dripping pre-cum now. "Oh hell," he grunted, and slammed his cock into me. His body convulsed, his dick twitched, and my ass was filled with his thick, toxic seed. "Oh HELL," he grunted again, as another spam racked his body. "Give it to me," I said, as I clenched my ass around his shaft, trying to milk out every drop. Greg had fucked me often enough that his cock was now a familiar presence in my body and his seed was a comforting presence. Other men provided variety and spice, but Greg provided consistency and solidity. "Oh hell," Greg continued. In the middle of his orgasm, deep thought was well beyond his cognitive ability. All he was focused on was the pleasures and sensations from his dick. "Oh hell," he said again, as another spurt of semen landed inside of me. "Every drop," I said. "Don't spare me. You know I want it. All of it." "You're getting it. Every drop." "I want to be like you," I said. "I want to give it to you." We didn't have to talk about what it was. We both knew the gift that he was sharing with me. "I want us to share it. Share a special bond." His orgasm ending, Greg was now able to speak more coherently. "I like it when you cum in me," I said, as the last few drops dripped from his poz rod and into my body. "I like cumming in you." He leaned in and kissed me again. "I really like cumming in you." "Me too," I said, between long kisses. His cock was still buried in my ass. Every once in a while, there would be a residual spasm from the orgasm, just enough to remind me that I was still impaled on his hard shaft. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said. "Did you enjoy the weekend?" he asked me. We had barely talked about what had happened. I wasn't even sure I could remember all of the details, and here, the details were exactly how many times I had been fucked me over the course of the 36 hours. "I did. Did you?" "Hell yeah. Seeing you get fucked. Getting inside that sloppy soccer jock butt. Knowing how much you had done. Gets me hard just thinking about it." He wasn't lying. His tool was still nestled inside my hole, and even though it was so soon after he came, his cock was starting to stiffen and lengthen. It felt like it was searching out some vulnerability hidden deep in my body. "I'm glad," I said. "Are we going to do it again?" I asked. "The partying? Or the playing? Or both?" "Both," I said. "Or either." He stared at me, his brown eyes examining my face, seemingly alert for every subtle twitch of my expression. "Yeah," he finally said. "I would. You?" "I would. It felt good to share that with you. To share it with Nathan and Jason." "With Sean? With Vic? Them too?" "Yes, them too." I paused for a moment. I wanted to ask him something else. "Maybe. Next time," I stammered. I didn't want to end the sentence, to learn what Greg would think of me. So, I did the obvious thing, and kissed him. "Next time?" Greg said, as he pushed me away. "You aren't going to get away from that opening with just a kiss." "I dunno," I said. I knew what I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Luckily, Greg came to my rescue. "So, you want a next time? I mean, partying?" "Yeah," I said. "I do. And I liked it like this time. Some time with a group, but some time alone with you." "Good," Greg said. "I liked sharing you. I liked seeing you go off with my friends, knowing they were going to fill you with their infected cum." He grinned. "And," he continued, "I liked getting fucked as well." "I liked watching you take cock." Greg's cock was now hard once more, and he was starting to slowly pump my ass. The cum he had recently injected into me was lubricating his strokes, making them just bearable. "Would you..." he started, but trailed off before he could complete the sentence. 'Would I?" I parroted his statement back to him. "Would I what?" I tried to imagine what Greg wanted me to do, especially in light of all the things I did over the weekend. It was a short list. "Would you want to play with Doug? I mean, party with him?" "Yeah," I said. "I would. Is he..." I wanted to know if he had converted yet. Or, better, I needed to know. I wanted to be Greg's project, to convert first of all the men he had been fucking. If Doug got it first, I feared that Greg would think we weren't compatible. "Not yet," Greg said. "At least last time we talked. Why? Hungry for more infected sperm?" "Always. You know that." I clenched my hole, feeling Greg's shaft keeping me open. It reminded me just how vulnerable I was around him, although despite our near-constant efforts, I was just as healthy as the day we had first met. "But only you have what I want. What I need. Doug doesn't have it." "I guess we're going to have to keep trying, huh?" "Yeah. I guess so." I didn't tell him how jealous of Doug I was. I didn't mind that he was fucking Doug on a regular basis; I was included in their playtime often enough that it felt more like a team effort than anything else. Besides, I was getting plenty of dick other guys. What I was terrified of, what kept me up in at night, even when I was wrapped in Greg's arms, was what if Doug got infected before I did? "You ok, boo?" Greg asked me. He had noticed my attention had wandered. "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. Going to be even better when you get me knocked up." "I know. I'm looking forward to it as well." "What if it doesn't happen?" I asked. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." "We have years to make it happen." Greg pushed himself up off my chest. His hard cock was still deep in me; he pulled it out, then pushed it back in. The fluid from his first load squished around inside of me, a deadly mixture of sperm, semen, and virus. "But it's never going to happen if you don't keep taking loads." "Poz loads," I said. "Fucking dirty, infected poz loads." "Like mine." "Being slammed in deep," I said. "Fat, long dicks dripping infected pre-cum." "Like mine," Greg echoed back. "Are you going to breed me again?" I asked. I was hungry for it. My mind was still a bit fogged by the after-effects of the crystal, and I suddenly felt like this was the most important question I had asked Greg. I was almost shaking from the immediate, overpowering fear that he would turn me down. But my dark-haired stud did not fail me. "Yes. Of course I am. Longer. Deeper. Harder." With each word, he took a stroke into my ass, reminding me of exactly my position as the bottom. I gasped, but as Greg continued his relentless penetration and exploration of my hole, I moved past the point of pain, and into pleasure. I was aware of every millimeter of his cock as it explored my body, getting deeper than I thought possible. "Please," I murmured. "Whatever you want. As long as I get your load." "My poz load. You want my diseased spooge, don't you?" "Please," I said. My entire body ached for his cum. "I need it." "You are a hungry stud today," Greg said. "I can feel it inside you. Sucking my cock in deeper. Milking out my pre-cum." He pushed in deeper, smiling as I winced in pain. "Oh, baby," he said, noticing my wince. "You ok?" However solicitous his voice was, I noticed that his cock stayed just as deep in me as ever. "Just a second. Let me get used to it." "Of course. And this never hurts, does it?" He held the bottle of poppers under my nose. It was impossible for me not to inhale the thick chemical aromas. The poppers hit me fast and hard, the sudden rush radiating out from my brain, across my body, and focusing in on my hole. "Keep on taking it. Fucking big hit." "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as my mind exploded into a million different thoughts. "Oh goddamn fuck," I moaned, as my body was racked by spasms of pleasure. "Focus," Greg said, stroking my abs, finding my treasure trail down to my dick. I looked down, expecting to see the soft husk of my dick. However, as Greg's greasy hands ran over it, I was amazed to see it stiff and erect. "Focus on my cock," Greg said again. "Focus on my poz cock. Focus on me dripping deadly pre-cum into you." "Oh god," I moaned. "I want it. Give me your virus." I had just heard Jason talk about spreading the bug when he had been fucking me over the weekend. Memories of those intense two days were coming back to me, albeit blurred by the drugs we had done. The memories were making focus on anything hard. "Just cum in me." "Oh fuck, you want this deadly load, don't you?" Greg had grabbed onto my cock, and was stroking it in synchrony with my own strokes onto his dick. "So fucking hard, getting pounded by my poz cock." "Oh fuck." Greg's hand on my cock had sent another spasm of pleasure through my body, and I was worried I was going to cum far too soon. If I came, I wasn't going to be able to get fucked, and I didn't want to deny Greg the opportunity to breed my hole once more. "Just cum in me. Fucking fuck me up and infect me." "Wanna give it to you," Greg grunted. "Fucking hot bro, you begging for my poz seed. Getting me so damn close." I saw the look in Greg's eyes. Crazed with lust, the animal that all of us possessed was coming out. Once the fierce beast took over Greg's mind, it was only a matter of time before my boyfriend would shoot me full of his toxic waste. I knew how to bring out the beast. "Come on man," I said. "Wanna feel that deadly cum in my hole. Get me knocked up. Get me infected." "You want it?" Greg replied, the beast spreading from his eyes across his face. "Tell me what you want, bro." "I want your sperm. I want you to shoot in me. I want you to breed me with that infected cum of yours." I caught my breath. "I want you to give me AIDS. I want you to be the one that kills me." "Oh hell, bro," Greg said, the sounds almost an indistinct growl. "You're going to get it." The battle against beast had been lost. The man I knew as Greg, my boyfriend, was no longer fucking me. Instead, I was being raped by a totally different, yet strangely familiar Greg. Everything about him was amplified, from his personality to seemingly the size of his cock. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. "Give me the virus," I said, before jamming my tongue in his mouth. His reaction was immediate; his cock slammed back into my hole. Since the poppers had long worn off, I was barely prepared for the intrusion. I winced and simultaneously tightened my ass around his cock. "Owwwwww," I grunted. "You ok?" I nodded. "Good, because I don't want to stop," Greg said. The animal was still there, still controlling him. He continued. "I'm not going to stop." His hips were slamming against my ass now, each stroke pushing his cock deeper into my body, and his balls closer to releasing their load. "Gonna seed you good. Fuck this virus cum into you." "I'm here to take your infected cum any time you need it. Fuck that poz jizz into me." "Oh yeah," Greg growled. "Oh Yeah," he growled again, this time loud and more intense. "Oh Yeah!," he continued. He was fucking me, and with his fast, deep strokes, I could feel the steady stream of pre-cum, heralding the imminent arrival of his orgasm. "OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, loudly enough that I wondered if the other guys in the dorm could hear him. Then he leaned in, and whispered something in my ear. The contrast in loudness only emphasized the sensitive, intimate nature of what he had to say. "I'm going to infect my lover with AIDS." "I'm going to let my poz boyfriend fuck me bareback. And fill me with his dirty cum." I gave him a kiss and his strokes sped up. He was on edge, and I wasn't going to prolong his agony. "Breed me with your poz sperm." "Take it," he said. His body went rigid, as did his cock buried deep in my hole. There was a momentary stillness that engulfed both of us. My tongue in his mouth and his raw cock deep in my guts both stood motionless. But then, the two bombs between Greg's legs exploded. They were each small death factories, constantly pumping out Greg's signature toxic juice. I could feel the explosion travel up his cock, right before it burst into my gut, filling me with the promised second load. "Shoot it in me," I murmured, between frantic kisses. "Take it," he grunted again, as another jet of cum shot out of his dick into my body. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against his body. I did the same to him. "Take my poz load," he said. We were holding on to each other tightly now, making sure that Greg's deadly spooge was delivered deep into my body. Even if I had wanted, there was no way I could escape being impregnated. "Please," I said. His cock was white-hot poker in my guts and his cum barely quenched the burning. But the pain didn't matter. It was a price I gladly paid for Greg, for having this amazing man fuck me, for him showing how much he cared about me. "I want it." "Take it," he said, one last time. His thrusts were slowing down and were no longer quite the visceral, animal acts. The beast was receding, and the man I knew was returning. "Let me fill you up." "Let me carry your loads to class today." "I love my loads inside you." "I love your loads inside me," I said. There was that particular post-orgasmic happiness engulfing the two of us. Greg's cock was still deep in my body and his cum was now being absorbed and becoming a part of me. There was a peace between us; Greg had accomplished his essential mission of breeding my hole and with the insistent distraction of his cock out of the way, other topics could be considered. Greg wrapped his other arm around me, pulled me even tighter, and rolled over. He made it seem effortless, although it was an expert move to do, keeping his cock inside of me. "What about you?" he asked me, reaching down for my dick. It was still hard, and with his touch, I realized just how horny I was. "Your turn. Stroke that boy cock for me. Shoot your load." "Boy cock?" I asked, grabbing it and stroking it. "It's not as big as yours, I know. But hardly a boy cock." Greg laughed. "A man's cock shoots charged up sperm. A boy's cock shoots blanks." For a moment, I saw the man Greg would become. It was an echo of Nathan, but hardly a reflection. My dick twitched in response. More than anything else, I wanted to be with this man, and at that moment, with his cock deep inside me, we were as close as two men could get. As I rode his still-hard cock, I stroked my dick. "Oh god," I moaned. "I'm going to cum." "Fuck yeah, Clint," he said. "All over my chest. Shoot that cum on me." "Oh god," I grunted again. Greg's cock was deep in my ass. Every move I made reminded me of how tender and used my hole was, but yet, I could hardly stop myself from fucking myself on his manhood. "Oh god," I said as my balls clenched tight. "Oh GOD," I said, passing the point of no return. An arc of white jizz shot out of my cock, over Greg's chest, and landed on the pillow next to his head. "Come on," Greg said. "Shoot it." The next spurt wasn't quite as powerful, but it was larger. The spurt landed on his chest, a long white line starting just below his shoulder and ending at the base of his pec. Several more followed in quick succession, covering Greg's torso with my thick white sperm. "Fuck, that's nice," Greg said, as he scooped up some of my cum and licked it off his fingers. "So fresh. So pure." "You need to fix that." "I know. I'm trying. You're trying. It will happen." Greg wiped up more of my cum and let it drip into his mouth. "That was hot," I said. "Yeah, it was." He let his fingers drift across my torso, following the contours of my muscles and eventually landing at my cock. "So hot to think about infecting you." "And afterwards? Find a new model?" "Of course. For both of us to infect." "I want that. A lot." "Me too," Greg said. "So, you up for a weekend with Doug?" "Fucking?" I asked. "Partying?" "Both," Greg said. "A lot of both." "Yeah," I said. "You thinking this weekend?" "I am." "Not a lot of time," I said. "For?" "You to convert me." "Or for Doug to get puzzled up." "Yeah. But now, I can't decide which I want." "How so," Greg asked. "If I want Doug to be poz and fuck me. Or for me to be poz and fuck Doug." "There's a third option," Greg said. "Both of you poz and fuck me." "There is that," I said. I collapsed on top of Greg. My cum squished between us as we kissed deeply.

As guys have said, the fuck flu takes place when someone is Seroconverting. It's the body's response to the HIV virus taking hold. It varies from person to person. Some guys have a very minor response and may not even have symptoms. Others have been hospitalized. My conversion was like a bad winter time flu. Fever of about 104, aches and night sweats. I was acutely ill for only about 5 days and it took another week to really recover. I passed it off to the regular flu but when I tested a few months later I realized it was the fuck flu and knowing I had been bred a few weeks before that I could narrow down who actually pozzed me.

After being bound and breed by a couple

For most of my life I have been douching every day. When I was a teen I douched when needed but when I went to college and started my relationship with my gifter he wanted me douched at all times. This is a habit that I kept throughout my life until recently. I just got over my first STI of the year gonorrhea. While seeing my Dr. who is also gay, he said I should go down to two to three times a week. He said that it may reduce the number of STI’s I get. I also have had a few gi issues last year that he said could be related to removing good bacteria from my colon. It’s a hard habit to break for me. Douching has served me well. I am always ready to go. I have figured out the science of reading my body and have not had a mishap in a very long time. I do however think I am going to try to cut back this year and see how it goes.

I'll volunteer for that @partying.hard

Not for me. Not even close. I love to suck. I love to get sucked. But 90% of the time I want to finish up someone’s ass.

Redneck Breeding [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/redneck-bareback-breeding/

This is hot as fuck! Both your progression in anonymous fucks and where you're at currently. Keeping a stable of reliable repeatable tops who like to take control seems relatively safe to me. I've posted before with my reservations about door unlocked cumdumping at public motels. I do this a few times a year but I dont just broadcast out my location and wait for tops with the door unlocked for safety reasons. I say keep going and if you're worried about your safety, keep your circle close.

Have you considered a pimp style character whoring you out online for 20 bucks and he keeps the money

Man, oh man, if you can't even mention that someone had a *crush* when they were under 18...this world has gone mad.

Sorry for taking so long Matt called me to ask if I Could host another Daddy Breeding Party, but this time I was going to be the only daddy and they were bringing a new friend over to convert. He wanted to do a daddy, but the boys wanted to bang him. They thought I could loosen him and they would take turns on him. How the fuck could I say, “NO” to that! We planned another Saturday afternoon at my place. Soon, I had 4 hunky college athletes at my door, Matt, Adam, Dave and a new kid a black boy named Jamal, were all eagerly waiting to come in and get down to business. As each one came in the door they all kissed me on the mouth with an exploring tongue quite the departure from the first time they were at my home many months before. I could tell Jamal was uneasy, but was ready to play with my daddy butt. I, almost, wished I could have him alone and convert him myself, but I could see why my 3 disciples wanted to be there when I got a glimpse of his heavy cock. It was nearly 9” long and thick. All of them took a seat in my living room. I fixed them all a drink and one by one I served them, They each took a turn poking and prodding my cock and ass, and by the time I got to Jamal. I was rock hard, and he could tell. Matt ordered me to strip and pull his cock out of his shorts. I gladly did. By the time, I had his hard cock in my mouth. Adam was rimming my ass and Dave and Jamal were stroking each other to their personal porn scene, but it soon delved into me sucking all three of them. I sucked Jamal the most as that was the plan. I spun him around and rimmed his hole. He let out an appreciative and very slutty moan. This was going to be a piece of cake I thought. This black boy was going to take all 4 of our cocks before the night was over. Jason and Dave had paired off on the couch as Jason was feeding Dave his cock. Adam spit on his cock and my hole and was pushing his death rod into my tainted hole. I fingered Jamal’s for now negative fuck chute. I ate his refreshingly clean hole. He ran his fingers through my short dad hair. I finger fucked him as I tongued his virgin negative hole making sure to make him bleed a little. I swallowed his thick cock down my throat while I jammed 3 fingers into his eager cunt. HE breathlessly asked me to fuck him. I would breed and make him just like the others, which made them all turn their heads. I winked at them all. He guided my spit-lubed cock into his unfucked hole. I put him onto my ottoman, hung his legs on my shoulders and eased my cock into his ass. I slowly sank my dick of death into him. HE was breathing hard as I invaded his bottom. His cock got even harder. When I hit bottom I let him get accustomed to my dick in his ass. Adam had joined Jason and was dp’ing Dave against his desire, but he was taking both of their cocks like a faggot porn star. Jamal staired straight through me as I slowly picked up my pace and fucked his cunt. Soon, I was jackhammering him and then slowing down as I wanted to edge to make myself last longer. I had quite the cock froth around his hole. Dave was whimpering as both JAson and Adam continued to double-breed his hole. HE laid helpless almost lifeless between them with just a glint of pleasure in his eyes. Jason and Adam simultaneously unloaded into Dave’s stretched out hole just as I was breeding Jamal’s unprotected cunt. We all dismounted our sluts for a moment kissing our way off the used soul of the body near us. The five of us laid there leaking some cum from one hole or another. Jamal spoke first explaining that he needed that, but he want to fuck me next. I agreed and slowly began to stroke his balls and cock back to life. Jamal licked my pole clean as I did the same for Jason. I had the idea that I wanted Jamal and Jason to DP me this time around if Jamal was up for it. I grabbed some poppers and took a huge hit while I alternated sucking Jamal and Jason. I could still taste Dave on Jason. Adam was rimming Dave back to life getting cum all over my couch. I had Jamal lie on his back and had Jason lay with their cocks together. Their cocks were pretty evenly matched with Jamal beating Jason by a head. I took a huge hit of poppers, and dropped my ass down onto their cocks. I could feel my ass resist the double invasion, but another hit of poppers It gave way and I sank upon their meat missiles. Jamal gasped when “I hit bottom and so did I for that matter. I was so full of cock. I asked Adam to leave Dave alone for a moment so he could feed me his cock so I could be airtight. I had three young mens cocks in me. I was so full of cock. I would not have stopped if my own mother walked in, I sucked Dave’s cock like I was trying to suck start a car, and I bounced on the two other cocks like a piston. My ass was going to be so gaped when we were done. I did not care. I could take a few days off from getting railed after being used like a slut here today. Jamal let loose first followed quickly by Jason. Both flooded my ass with cum while Dave fed me his load. We all fell about the place exhausted. We laid naked, leaking cum onto my furniture. I was on the floor with Jamal’s thick black cock within reach. I reached for it and slowly jacked him back to life. I wanted another untainted load from his balls before he left and converted. I crawled to his cock and sucked his thick meat to life. I got up on my haunches and lowered me well-fucked poz hole onto his glistening coal colored cock. Everyone watched as his dark dick disappeared into my lily white ass. They got off on the contrast. He had cum several times that afternoon so I knew he would last longer than before, but I just kept on riding his black cock like it was a pony. I was loose after just taken two cocks, but I could still feel his thick cock in my fuck chute. I could feel his cock expand and explode for another volley of hot cum in my ass. I sank down all the way to his balls. I could feel his cock convulse with each volley of cum in my cunt. HE must have had 10 convulsions before he stopped. I looked around the room and they all were in a daisy chain sucking the next one’s cock. It was one of the hottest scenes I had ever seen. More to Cum If you like what you read let me know I love to chat and skype Joey

Met up with a filipino top on Sniffies last night. Compared to me he's shorter (5'3" against my 6'2") but told me he was a power top and ass eater. I let him know I'd be ready in an hour or so and he was right on time. We wasted no time stripping and I got on my knees and sucked his dark cut cock while he sat on the edge of my bed. He let me service his dick and his balls for about 10 minutes before he told me to get doggy on the bed with my ass up. He proceeded to eat my hole out for over a half hour. Swear he never came up for air. Just ate and licked the entire time until i was whimpering and soaking wet and open. He finally stopped and slapped my ass telling me to lay on my stomach. Used his knees to spread my legs apart and slid up and into me. He bit the back of my shoulder a bit and started fucking. He went for quite a long time, grunting "breed you" into my ear every few minutes. Eventually he started speeding up slamming his pelvis into my ass. Suddenly slammed hard into me, grunted "now" loud and bred me. Couldn't feel the load at first but felt him flexing inside. He went back to a slow fuck for a few minutes and eventually slid out. He asked if I wanted him to eat his load out of me, but since this was our first fuck I wanted to keep his load in me for the night. Agreed to have a longer session next time.

Well, sometimes you have to make room for an incoming load.........🤫. I am not piggy, just more practical.

Me ex used to run to the bathroom immediately after I pulled out. He explained that he hated the feeling of liquified cum dripping out. I often tried to unload when we were pressed for time, so he had no opportunity to squeeze it out. Based on what he said, it felt like a lot more cum than there was and he thought it would leak through his pants and be visible to anyone looking at him. It never did, but I'd sometimes ask "What's that spot on your pants" if I wanted to throw him into a panic. Why no, I have no idea why I'm single 🙂

A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!

He actually issued the executive order implementing this on Monday afternoon. See here: [think before following links] https://www.whitehouse.gov/presidential-actions/2025/01/defending-women-from-gender-ideology-extremism-and-restoring-biological-truth-to-the-federal-government/ The order also revokes all efforts to apply Bostock (the gay/trans employment discrimination decision from SCOTUS from 2020) to any other circumstances, such as housing discrimination or educational discrimination. Not just the trans part, but the ENTIRE decision. What that means is that if a plaintiff sues, say, a landlord for discrimination against gay people, the federal government will now OPPOSE (via amicus briefs or even outright intervention) extending Bostock's reasoning that discrimination on the basis of sex includes gay and trans people - an opinion by Neil Gorsuch, at that, one that Chief Justice Roberts joined - should not apply to any other circumstances. Dollars to donuts that if an employment case goes against an employer - as it must, under Bostock - the federal government will be urging SCOTUS to overturn that precedent as misguided. And right in the crosshairs after that is same-sex marriage, then laws against sodomy. Everyone said "You're being hysterical!" when I said this was coming. Well, it's already well on the way. And all the gay Trumpanzees who voted for him because whatever reason are about to enter the "finding out" phase. "But I never dreamed the leopards would eat MY face," sobbed the gay man who voted for the Leopard Eating Faces Party.

Had a night in Raleigh Tuesday night. Not ideal - night of the historic southern snowstorm! Despite this, got 3 loads in my ass and two down my throat. Don't know what it is about those southern boys, but they know how to hit the spots. Highlight was the last fuck - amazing cock (medium length, cock, cut, on the thick side), and one of the few loads I could feel hitting the walls of my hole. Super nice guy; would 100% fuck again. When I let the loads out after, it looked like a lot more than 3... btw, this seems like small potatoes to many of you I'm sure, but it's beating my previous record!

Also into grandpa porn - nothing better than being fucked by a 60, 70 or 80 year old!!!! And they are great fucks, because they enjoy fucking you RAW and Natural and filling my pig ass with their sperm!!!!

I like to keep the load in me but sometimes after I have been pounded hard my pussy can’t hold his load and I end up felching it out. I am sure if you polled most bottoms think of a man’s semen as a gift. They want to keep it. I wouldn’t take offense but your bottom could have been more respectful and not let you know he feltched.

Part 4 My balls were aching for release. I thought going to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall. Mr. Magoo was adamant: “I shall not cum unless he told me to” otherwise it would ruin his plan. He wanted me horny and responsive to any sexual triggers that I might face. He threatened me to find the smallest cock cage he could and crammed my cock in it and then whip my balls until they crawled back where they came from. I never saw this dark side of Mr. Magoo before. He almost scared me. May be I should. It turns out that Mr. Magoo was indeed a devilishly dark-depraved unbashful man with a deadly plan. He wanted to stealth Mickey and his friend. He wanted to poz them. “See, these two arrogant pricks never let us – the senior ones – touch or caress them, even less suck on their nice cocks and balls. No, they are too good for us. They call us poz trolls.” I had nothing to reply. It was in Mickey’s nature to disdain anyone. I had no doubt that Mr. Magoo was not up to Mickey’s standard. But to stealth him and his friend seems to me a little drastic. “They come here often, teasing us with their neg asses. You must know its hard on our moral. We know we aren’t young anymore, but we still have needs, even if we are poz. You know what I mean?” His hand reached my crotch and squeezed it. I nodded. "I might look like it, but I am not mean or revengeful. I just want respect and some relief from time to time for me and all older guys" he said sadly. “Then they spot their victim, always a young guy ready to be fuck, always a negative one, they make sure of it. Then they convinced the guy to bottom bareback. After all, there is no risk. They all are negs! And they fuck. After breeding their victim, they admit that they lied, that in fact they were poz – which is the real lie – and have unloaded toxic cum in his neg ass.” “Wow, unbelievable” “That’s not all…” “There is more?” “Then they talked the guy into how he is free now to fuck who he wants when he wants, that he enjoyed going bareback and receiving warm-poisoned load in his tight ass. That it should embraced this new freedom and let man, any man, to enjoy the best thing in the world, his ass. Then the first stranger to fuck him is obviously a high-viral poz man to ruin once and for all the neg hole.” “Unbelievable” I repeated myself. “And this is where you come into play” “Hun?” “You will be the bottom. Since they only play with same-age guys, you are my perfect weapon” “No, no way…” “Let me finish” he abruptly said “You will bottom for him under the sole condition that you can fuck him or both of them after he fucks you, and before any poz guy steps in. And you will fuck him without condom” “But how are you going to poz him? He will never let you approach even at a pole distance…” “We will use the same deception as they do.” “Hun?” “My gawd, you’re slow. After, dumping your load in his fresh neg ass. You will admit that you lied, that you are “really” poz and the reason why you are at the bathhouse, to find someone, anyone to fuck. Of course, it is a lie and you will have to play your role and convince him that, in fact, that’s what he always deeply wanted, and now he is free, like you.” “Unreal…” “And then, here I come… and a bunch of friends after me” “He will never agree to it” “That’s your job to make him accept his fate” Mr. Magoo was not straddling me, his poz cock resting under my chin, always in its semi-hard state and a wet tip. “Then why have you forbidden me to cum earlier? I can easily go two or three times” “If I let you cum, you won’t be horny enough to let a guy fuck you bareback”, he had taken is now hard (an amazing) cock and was face-slapping me with it, punctuating each syllable, “and… you… will… chick…en… out… and… you… will… let… me… down…” At one point, I had closed my eyes and sealed my lips tight. His cock was now resting just under my nose, my cheeks were wet of precum or discharge, maybe droplet of piss? A pungent smell was assaulting me. “Look at me” he ordered me I slowly open my eyes and Magoo was leaning over scrutinizing me. “You will not let me down, are you?” I shook my head “Say it out loud” “I won’t” Before I was able to close my mouth, Mr. Magoo slipped the head of is cock between my lips. “Because if you do, I will rape you myself and let any strangers fuck you senseless and do what ever they want with you. Understood?” “Yes” “Good. Now suck me a little. I am horny again”

3. Shay "Fucking take my poz cock," I grunted. I slammed my cock into the man’s body, pressing my balls against his firm ass. A bit more of my pre-cum dripped into his willing, raw hole. "Gonna infect you," I said. His eyes were locked onto my face; he was unable to look away from me. "Please," he grunted, "Breed my hole. Give me your virus." His pupils were wide and he had the glazed over look I associated with a properly tweaked-out fuck hole. But he had said he didn't party and hadn't even taken a hit from my pipe when I offered. He was coated with sweat; I wondered if the fuck had been that intense. I leaned in and whispered into his ear. "You've taken poz loads before?" I asked. His head nodded; I felt the motion more than I saw it. "How many loads have you taken?" "A lot," he whispered. "It feels so good," he started, then lost himself as my cock slid back into him. "So good when you're inside me," he finally finished. "I know. My raw poz cock. Dripping my dirty toxic seed. Right into your hungry, unprotected hole." He nodded again. The bottom relaxed and my dick went deeper into him. His hole was burning hot, like he had a fever. I remembered he had said something about not feeling well earlier. I had been too focused on the glass pipe, and then his mouth on my pipe to really pay attention though. His sweating and glassy look made it clear that he was definitely sick. "Fuck flu?" I asked. "You think you have it?" "Maybe," he said. I slammed my dick into him, trying to get as deep as I could. "I think so." If he was sick, it meant that my cum would do exponentially more damage than I had thought. "I hope so." My virus would slip in to him easily, and his body was going to be receptive to my gift. "When did you last take poz cum?" I asked. I tried to remember his name, but it had slipped behind the cloudy, druggy haze that fogged my mind. "A few days ago," he said. "And been sick since last night." "Who was it?" I asked. "A guy from on-line. His profile said he was poz." "And you let him cum in you?" "Yeah," he said. "Fucking beautiful cock. Big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. I had also remembered his name. "Plenty of AIDS cum for you, Doug." "I want it, Shay" he said. It was perfect. He was begging me for my toxic seed. There was no need to hide or dissemble. I could go as far as I wanted. Besides, nothing, absolutely nothing, felt as good as a neg hole wrapped around my poz cock. Clean. Healthy. All those polite euphemisms for not being infected felt so far away. I was dirty and diseased, and my partner wanted every drop of it. "Fill me up with your dirty seed," Doug said. It was what I needed to hear from him. What I wanted to do was dirty. It was depraved. But it was so perfectly simple. All I was going to do was cum in Doug's hole. But my semen was special. It was loaded with a virus that could kill, and hopefully, that virus had already started attacking him. "You keep this up, you're not gonna be neg for long." "Poz me up," he grunted. Any remaining doubts about his desires were gone. It was now my responsibility to breed his hole. My cock was throbbing, and I felt the familiar tingle. "Give me your dirty load." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I pulled out, all the way, then slammed back in and held it. "I'm getting close. You want my seed?" "Fucking breed me," he said. "Give me your poz seed." "You want it?" I grunted. "You want my poz cum? You want my disease?" "Please man, infect me," Doug said. "Fill me with your charged up cum." My dick was throbbing and my balls were churning. I wanted to cum in him so badly, but, at the same time, I wanted to prolong the nasty pleasures of pozfucking. "Give me your toxic seed. Your high viral load spooge," he continued, barely able to control his emotions. My dick was twitching. There was nothing so hot as a man who didn't just allow me to enter him without reservation or concern but begged for my disease. Doug had specifically requested no condoms. More than just accepting my infected dick, he welcomed it. He welcomed the virus I carried, and wanted me to inject it deep into his body. It was an exceptional level of acceptance by Doug. I hated rubbers, and only used them when it was necessary. Even then, the two I had in my wallet had several tiny pin pricks in the center. The jabs were just enough to puncture the rubber, and I would inject a small amount of olive oil. The heat from my body and the oil would be just enough to speed along the inevitable break-down of the rubber. For Doug to take all of my deadly manhood and welcome my toxic seed was a gift. It was a gift that I wanted to savor and enjoy. That I was tweaked out was a grace, one more experience that I wasn't sure I deserved. "Please, fuck me with that poz cock," Doug groaned. His eyes were closed, and the expression on his face was almost unreadable. It was simultaneously pain and pleasure; he knew what he was getting himself into by asking for my viral jizz. "Fill me with your poz seed." The sexual animal in him had taken over. All it wanted was pleasure. Doug knew that in order to satiate the hungry wild animal, he was going to have to take a load, and my load was the easiest to get. He was still rightfully terrified by the notion; that he was asking me bluntly and loudly for my virus scared him senseless. I could hear it in his voice. "Make me sick," he said, excited and terrified. He couldn't ignore how his dick had responded; how despite the relentless pounding of my manhood, the intense fever of his incipient fuck-flu, and the aching muscles as the virus invaded him, despite all of that, his cock was now rock-hard. "I'm gonna cum in you," I finally said. "Fuck you up with my poz cum." "Give it to me," Doug begged. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside of him. I wanted to fill him with my seed, and make him pregnant with my gift. "Inject your death into me," he said, in a voice I heard so often at the moment of orgasm. It was the voice of desperation, the voice of utter, unfathomable hunger. He needed this load far more than words could express, and that need was the trigger I required to finally give it to him. "You want it? You want my toxic sperm?" He nodded, smiling now, his eyes now open and focusing on the goal so close at hand. "Take it," I said, "Take my toxic load." I slammed my dick into him. The familiar tingle was there. Only a few more strokes, and I would get off. I slammed in and out, repeating and repeating, pushing myself right to the edge. I wondered what Doug would be like on crystal, if the insatiable, poz-hungry man he was could go deeper, further and darker. I imagined him in a sling, hitting the pipe repeated. Under the cloud's deadly influence, he would be muttering "Kill me." The thought of Doug tweaked and twisted was too much; my dick twitched and surged a bit deeper into Doug's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly, and my dick exploded in the older man's hole. "FUCKING," I yelped, as another jet of white-hot toxic cum spurt out of my dick. "POZZING YOU," I grunted as my deadly sperm landed deep in his hole. My dick was a machine gun, and I held down the trigger as my cum sprayed across Doug's gut. "I'm pozzing you," I continued. The pressure in my balls was finally relieved, as another spurt of cum erupted from my thick cock. There was nothing that compared to the underlying feelings. My fat, toxic, unwrapped cock was buried deep in his wet, unprotected, uninfected hole. I was cumming in him and depositing my high viral load semen deep in his hole. It was a beautiful moment, one that reminded me just how proud I was to be a man. Not just a man, but a man able to spread my seed and pass along my special gift. It was what my virus required of me, and I was more than happy to oblige. "You're cumming in me," Doug mumbled. He was jerking his cock, but it was only barely hard. "You're cumming in me. Your poz cum..." He clenched his ass around my shaft, and squeezed out another spurt of hot cum. "Your fucking toxic seed. In my hole." "Take it," I grunted, and shoved my cock back into him. It prompted another jet of deadly spooge into his hole. My balls were starting to drain, but I hardly cared. He was paying me more than enough for the rest of the day, and from his moans alone, much less his begging, he needed plenty of poz sperm. "Fucking take my poz seed," I moaned again and used my semen to shove my dick deeper into Doug. "Give it to me," Doug grunted. "Give me your toxic gift. Infect me with your dirty cum." His eyes were distant; his fever was affecting him and the virus already in his body was infecting his brain. Our actions were being totally drive by the drugs we had both consumed, our unique fetishes and lusts, and the disease ravaging our bodies. The one thing that was not providing any input to our decisions was our brains. Which is why, when the last few drops of cum dripped from my dick, I leaned in and kissed Doug. I don't kiss clients that often; it's an intimacy that I reserve for people that aren't paying me by the hour. But it felt like I had just given Doug a gallon of sperm; he had enough of my DNA inside of him to almost be me. His tongue quickly met mine, and guided me into his mouth. We kissed. As we kissed, my cock dribbled the last dregs of my balls into him. I had seen it drip out before. It was a sickly yellow fluid that even looked toxic. "It's in you," I muttered, between deep strokes of my tongue into his mouth. "My virus is inside you," I said, then kissed him once more, even before he could reply. "I know," he said. "It's in my gut. Deep inside me." He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against his warm chest. He was wet from sweat, but it felt good against his feverish body. "Too deep to do anything," he continued. "That's where it will do the most good," I said. My dick throbbed at the thought. I had just dumped a load of cum in the man beneath me. It was a thick load of my poz cum, and he had begged me to give it to him. "Fertile fields for my seed," I whispered in his ear, as I rubbed my dick in and out of his hole. He knew I was working my seed into him, forcing it to enter his blood. "Where it can grow," he muttered. "Grow strong and powerful." "Take over your body," I grunted back. My dick was still hard. My balls also surprised me, and few more drops of spooge leaked out. This was the very bottom of the barrel jizz, the worst and nastiest flavor of poisonous cum. "Take over your mind." "Please, work it into me. Make me your child." He milked my shaft and I stroked in and out quickly, working the thick fluids into his body. "Give it to me." I kissed him again. "Breed me until I get it. Once more, I wondered what Doug would be like when he was spun. My dick would be inside of him again, dripping my deadly cum. "Breed me until I die," he would beg. "Fuck yeah," I grunted. My dick dribbled a bit more, but I was spent. "Fucking drained my balls." "Thank-you," he said. We kissed again, this time longer and slower. I had deposited my gift deep in Doug's anus. It was exactly what he had asked for: a hot, thick fluid filled with my virus and my sperm. In the next few minutes would, my sperm would swim deeper into his gut. The unwanted viral interlopers would follow along soon after. The sperm would drill tiny holes into Doug's gut, and the virus would use that to penetrate the blood stream. They would invade, overwhelm, and infect. "Thank you for your poz load," Doug said, almost reading my mind. "Of course," I said, shifting in a futile attempt to keep my now-soft cock buried in his ass. Unfortunately, it was pointless, and with a wet pop, my dick fell out of his hole. "Gonna keep my load up there?" I asked. "Yeah," Doug moaned. "Fuck yeah." He sounded tired, like the entire ordeal had taken something out of him. I had to agree with him; it had been a good workout draining my balls into him. But, I knew the crystal wasn't going to let me take a nap. I sat up next to him, and he lazily pulled a sheet over his body. "You mind if I do another hit?" I asked. I was in for a penny already, time to go in for a pound. "Hit?" he asked. "Oh. From the pipe." "Yeah," I said. He waved his hand. "Oh yeah. Sure." I pulled myself out of the bed, and found my pipe and torch in the galley. I did a hit, then pulled on my underwear and gathered the rest of my clothes. He had sat up a little bit when I entered the stateroom with my clothes. "Dressed already," he asked. "Although, I'm just gonna fall asleep soon." "Yeah," I said. It was a slow dance of parting, not wanting to explicitly say the encounter was over, but also realizing that if I didn't leave soon, I was going to want to fuck him again. I lit the torch and heated the pipe. "It's hot watching you hit that pipe," he said. "You've never done it?" I asked, before putting the pipe to my lips and inhaling. The thick clouds filled my lungs, and then immediately hit my bloodstream. I wanted to share the moment with him. "No. Not yet at least," he said. We were silent as I inhaled, then held the hit. "You like it?" "Hell," I said, then exhaled a thick white cloud. "Yeah," I finished. "Like nothing else. And fucking on it is intense." "One day I'd like to try it," Doug said. "I think it would be fun." "It would be," I said. I did another hit. Even as I put the pipe in my mouth, I knew it was too many. But Doug was staring at me, finding strange pleasure in the entire process of smoking crystal. "Really fun," I said, as I exhaled another thick cloud. Doug was transfixed. "And I can hook you up," I said, pushing it just a bit further. "Cool," Doug said. "That'd be awesome." I put on my shirt. He didn't stop me, but I was no longer worried about what would happen. He had just decided, even if he didn't know yet. He had just decided to partying with me. It might take him a while, but he would think back to this session, remember me, and wonder what it would have been like if we were both partying. I pulled on my shorts. The day was getting warmer, although Doug pulled another blanket over him. "Chill," he said, by way explanation. I smiled. The fuck-fun was wearing off, and the fuck-flu was returning. In addition, I had just turbo-charged Doug's disease with a deep injection of my HIV-infected seed. "Us partying?" I said. "Not awesome. It'll be fucking mind-blowing." I found my socks and put them on. "I can imagine," Doug said. Even in the warmth from the LA sun and the blanket, he still looked cold and sick. My dick twitched. It had contributed a thick load to help destroy Doug's body. Socks on, I stuck the pipe in my mouth once more. "Big hit?" Doug asked. I took a quick glance. The bowl was almost empty. "Maybe," I said. "Almost out." I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. Because there was so little crystal left in the bowl, it heated up quickly, melted and started to smoke. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my lungs. I paced myself, and quickly smoked the very last of the tina. "Yeah?" Doug asked me. I nodded, then exhaled. It was a good sized hit. I had enough crystal in me to power through a few more hours of fun, and there was plenty of room for more. "Yeah," I finally said. "That's hot," Doug said. "Really hot." "We'll do it soon." "Definitely," Doug said. He looked exhausted. "Um, do you mind, letting yourself out? I'm too tired to get up." "Sure," I said. "There's an envelope for you on the table," he said, as I walked out. I grinned. Did it get any better? I got high, I got my dick sucked, I fucked a hot neg hole, I blasted it with my poz cum, and now I got paid for all of it. I waited until I got halfway down the pier before I opened the envelope. There were six crisp hundred dollar bills in it. My fee, plus a generous tip. I knew exactly what I was going to spend it on. As soon as I had counted the money, I texted my friend Leo. "Hey. You around?" Although, it was more accurate to call Leo my dealer and occasional fuck-buddy, rather than friend. He was furry otter-type, with a thick jewish cock, a warm hole, and some of the best shit in town. I had never known Leo to not be around, so I went ahead and ordered an uber to Leo's place before I heard back. Leo texted back before the Uber arrived. "Of course. Got a friend here playing. Come on over." Five minutes later, I was on my way. "On my way. There in 15." "Sweet. BTW, the boy likes his rubbers. You're gonna have to teach him better." "Sounds like fun. Start giving him another and playing with his butt." There was a longer wait. Three minutes. Then six. We were on the interstate, surprisingly traffic-free. "Done and done," Leo finally texted back. "Almost there," I wrote back. "Tell him I want to give him a booty bump." "He's already asked for one," Leo wrote back. Even though I had just had an amazing fuck, my dick was beginning to stir. The picture that followed, of a young man's ripe ass perfectly framed in a jockstrap, only made the throb worse. Luckily, the driver didn't notice or didn't care. A few minutes later, he dropped me off at Leo's building. "Here," I texted, almost as soon as I rang his doorbell. "Come on up," he said, and the door buzzed. It was a quick ride up the elevator, and Leo's door was just barely ajar. I stepped in; the curtains were drawn, and the hallway dim. I closed the door, locking it to ensure we had no unwanted guests. There was a slight haze in the air; the party had already started. "In the bedroom," Leo called out. "I know," I replied, as I kicked off my shoes, and shed my shirt. I brought my bag with me into the bedroom; it had a glass pipe that needed filling. The bedroom was just as dim as the hallway; the curtains were drawn even tighter, blocking out all of the late morning sun. There was a single lamp by the bedside; the bulb was tinted a washed-out red. It wasn't too bright, but it was more than enough to illuminate the ass of Leo's new friend. "You like?" Leo asked, as he pulled the young man's cheeks apart, exposing his tender young hole. "Hell yeah," I said. I reached down and stuck my hand in my shorts. It had been just long enough that my dick was stirring again. "So, Shay, this is James. James, meet Shay." Leo's hand had been on James's back, but he let it slide off and James stood up to face me. He was short and muscular, with a bit of hair on his chest, and the start of a beard. In the red light, his blue eyes had an almost angelic quality to it. He still had on the black jock strap, but I could tell it hid a nice-sized dick. Once we got him tweaked out, I hoped it would shrink into a useless boy-clit. My own dick stiffen at the possibility. "Hi," I said, unsure if I was supposed to shake his hand or pound his hole. "James here has been begging for a booty bump," Leo said. He turned back to James. "Haven't you?" James nodded enthusiastically. "I've got it right here," Leo said, turning his attention back to me. He had the booty bump already prepared. He had used a lube shot, rather than the standard needless rig. "Get him ready in all the important ways," Leo said. "Fuck yeah," James said. "Get on the bed," I said, motioning for him to get back on all fours. I wanted to see that perfect young ass once more. I could hardly wait to get my poz dick deep inside of James. The young man obliged, and jumped onto the bed. He took a second, and got himself aligned, his ass right at the edge of the bed, right at cock-height for me. I unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall, pushing down my underwear at the same time. James was looking back, staring at my erect cock. "Fuck, this is going to be fun," I said. I lined up the lube shooter with James's hole. While I had been in the Uber, Leo had been playing with the boy's ass. James was open enough that it was easy to slip the length of the tube into James. "You want it?" Leo asked. "Last chance to do the right thing." "Fuck that," James said. "Give it to me." "You got it," I said, and pressed down on the plunger while slowly pulling it out of his ass. I was able to spread the crystal and lube all over his ass, and yet, made sure that not a single drop was wasted. "How does it feel, bro?" Leo asked. "Good," James said. "Warm. Wet." "You feeling that tina burn yet?" I asked. "Not yet," James replied. I let my dick rest in the crack between his ass cheeks. There was a bit of fuzz there, a sign that the boy was maturing into a man. "I bet you need a hit," Leo said to me. "Hell yeah," I said. Leo quickly produced a glass pipe, filled generously with crystal, and a pipe. I took it, and in short order, blew three thick clouds. "Fuck, that's good," I said. "I'll make sure you're well-provisioned," Leo said. "And you boy? How's it feeling?" "It's starting to hit," James said. "It's intense." His voice was heavily controlled as he struggled to maintain his composure. A bit longer, and he'd have no option but to give himself completely over to the drugs. "Fuck, that feels," he started to grunted. He rubbed his ass up against my cock, but was starting to lose words. "You want it?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "But..." he started and trailed off. "But?" I asked, lining up my cock head with his hole, then just teasing it for a second. "Can you, well, you know. Use a rubber?" Fear had brought him back to reality. The question was dumb, but I didn't mind. He was young, and probably didn't know any better. No one parties and plays safe. It's all about barebacking. And if he was afraid of barebacking and afraid of getting something, that meant he was most definitely negative. "No," I said. "I really don't think I can." "What? Why?" "Well, you see, my seed is unique. It carries my very special gift, and I need to share it with you." I pressed my dick gently against his hole. He didn't pull back from my dick immediately; if anything he pushed against it slightly. He wanted to stay healthy, but he needed, more than anything, to get fucked. Do you..." he started, than trailed off. He knew he had ask the question, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer. The tina was starting to hit him, and it was increasingly hard for him to remember the right answer to the questions. He wasn't thinking with his head any longer, and instead was thinking with his ass. It suited me perfectly. "Do I what?" I asked. It was time to throw him off-course. It didn't matter what he thought of my answers. I was going to fuck him raw, and breed his hole. "Do you have. you know. AIDS? Because. Well. I don't want to get sick. You know. Get the virus." "I know. That's important. You need to keep yourself healthy. And I don't want to give you a disease." I continued to rub my dickhead against his hole. He was still pressing back. "But you still need to get fucked, don't you?" "Yeah," he said. He pressed back against me, and for a second, I thought my dick was going to pop into him. But he held back, and teased my cock with the promise of so much more. "You need a dick in you, don't you?" "Yeah, but I'm afr...," he started. I cut him off before James went any further, rubbing my dickhead against his hole. "Focus on the pleasure," I said, feeling the shiver run across his body. I wanted my dick inside of the young man. I wanted to feel that shiver of pleasure from the inside. "But," he started again. I motioned to Leo, who was standing by with the pipe. Before James could complete his objection, the glass stem was back in his mouth, and he was staring at the torch warming up the bowl. "Don't worry about things you can't control," I said. "Just focus on what feels good. What you can enjoy." I watched him inhale the thick white cloud. "Do a good hit for me," I continued. "That's awesome," Leo said. "Now hold it," he continued as he handed me the pipe. I sucked down on it slowly, enjoying the slight chemical taste of the smoke. "That's good," Leo said. "It's just today. It's just one guy. He was holding James's hand, comforting the boy as he struggled with the drugs in his lungs, and the poz cock at the entrance to his hole. Leo was almost as good as I was at persuading the reluctant. It was about normalizing it and not making a big deal. Making it seem like the natural thing to do. "Exhale," I said, knowing James needed the oxygen. "Feel good?" I asked James as he exhaled the thick cloud. He nodded. "What are you thinking about?" "Fuck," he moaned. His voice was a bit distant. Between the booty bump and the hits he had done, he was now officially tweaked. "Thinking about your cock. Rubbing up against my hole." "He wants you to get inside him," Leo said. "Yeah," I said. "I want to be in you. Nothing between us. Fucking like men are supposed to fuck." "Yeah," James said, "Just." He was about to say something. "Leo, what do you think?" I asked, carefully cutting James off before he could say anything. "You should take it. It's an amazing cock," Leo said. It was true and accurate. He continued. "You can always ask him to pull out," Leo said. "I'm sure he would listen to your request." True, but not quite accurate. James only thought he had a choice. No matter what, he was going to get bred this morning. "There's so little danger. It's just a fuck. And you know you want it." "Let me fuck you," I whispered into his ear. My dick was pressed against his hole, waiting to slide in. "It'll feel amazing." "Fuck, I want you. Fuck me," James said. He arched his back, and with silent pop, my dickhead penetrated James. "That's damn amazing," I said. "My dick. Your hole." I pressed in a bit further, feeling how warm and alive the boy was. It was going to be fun to help corrupt him. "It feels amazing," James said. "But. Just don't cum in me? You got that?" he asked. "I hear you," I said. I carefully didn't want to commit to something my cock wasn't going to be able to uphold. Already, I could feel the pre-cum dripping into him. It was just as toxic as my load. "Good," James said. "Just don't cum in me. I don't want to get sick," he mumbled. I pressed another inch of my cock into him. "Or die," he gasped as my cock buried itself deeper in his raw hole. "I don't want to make you sick. I just want to have a good time, I said. I was almost entirely in him. Only a last raw inch. "You understand?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I want a good time too. Make you happy." "Best way to make me happy is get me off," I said. "I know. I want to make you happy. Just don't cum in me," he said, one last time. "I want to do a hit, ok boy?" He nodded. Leo caught my eye. "Yeah," I said, and he stuck the stem in my mouth. He heated up the bowl and I inhaled. "I want you to forget everything," Leo whispered to me as I inhaled. "Forget rules. Forget promises. Forget logic." I continued to inhale. "The only thing you should remember is pleasure. Remember only how good your dick feels. Remember only how much you love orgasm." Even though I had been high for a few hours, each hit was still pushing me to new heights. It was going to be amazing, getting to fuck James. I nodded, and Leo took the pipe away. This time, instead of giving it to James, he took it and inhaled. My cock slid in the rest of the way, fully holstered in James's hot hole. The young man was impaled on my dick, and it was time for me to fuck him like he deserved. In front of me, Leo exhaled his hit. "Fuck him up good," he said. "He needs it." It didn't matter if Leo was talking about drugs, virus, or sex. Today, James was going to get all three of them. I pulled out, leaving just my dickhead in James's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, and pushed back in. The young man accepted me into his body, and was practically milking my cock, trying to extract my load. James might have said one thing, but his actions revealed his true desires. He needed dick. He needed cum. Most of all, he needed the virus. "Oh damn, your hole," I grunted, as I found my pace. "So fucking nice." James just grunted with each of my strokes. The booty bump was hitting him full-on, not to mention getting fucked. It was all so completely overwhelming that he couldn't do much else than moan in pleasure. "Oh fuck," he repeated, a mantra repeated for sustenance and comfort, not a phrase carrying any import. Together, we got lost in our individual pleasure. My dick was in his raw ass and his ass was my very own condom. It wasn't long before the drips of pre-cum turned into a steady drizzle, going directly into his hole. He was just high enough to notice the change, but not smart enough to know what had caused it. "Feels good," he grunted. "Your dick. In me." "I know," I said. Leo leaned in and kissed me. His lips were bitter, chemical-tasting and salty. I recognized the taste immediately; it was the taste of crystal. I licked his lips, then stuck my tongue back in his mouth. He touched his finger to his lip. A white dust stuck to them. "Gave you a little extra there," he said. He kissed me again, and the crystal taste was prominent on his lips. I licked them all over again, then continued to kiss him. "Giving James a little extra too," I said. "Dripping into him right now." "He needs it," Leo said. "He needs a lot," I replied, slamming my cock into James's hole. My balls slapped against his thighs. "Don't you, boy?" I said, louder. "Fuck, man. I need your dick," James said, between my thrusts as I'd stab my dick deep into his ass. I thrust it in deep, then carefully flipped the boy over. It took a bit of work, but James understood the importance of keeping my cock in him for as long as possible. Soon enough, I had him on his back and his calves were resting on my shoulders. He was looking at me, looking at Leo, looking at our bodies. His eyes were darting around, as he tried to understand why I was fucking raw him, and why he needed it so badly. "Give him a little more," I said, motioning to Leo. Leo understood exactly, and had the pipe in James's mouth immediately. "Good hit, boy, understand?" James nodded as best he could as he slowly drained the bowl several times. It was a big hit, even for me. If James was as inexperienced as he seemed, a hit that size was going to be disastrous for him. "That's it James," Leo said, keeping the torch there a few seconds longer than strictly necessary. "Just a little bit more." James inhaled more, his lungs visibly swelling. "That's good. Now hold it for Shay," he said, finally pulling the pipe away. I leaned in for the kill. I pressed my lips against his, kissing him deeply, but also keeping him from breathing. I held my breath, keeping him from breathing in or out. He was reduced to marinating in the cloud he had just inhaled. "Exhale," I finally said. He did as he was told; the thick cloud momentarily obscured my view of him. "Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck that feels good." "Yeah?" I said. "You know what feels amazing?" He nodded, the crystal was taking over. "Your hole, boy. It's so warm. So wet. So hungry." I pushed a bit harder into him, pulled a little stronger on the way out. "You know what would feel so good?" "Yeah? What?" James whispered. "You letting me cum in you. Just once," I said. "Just once. Let a real man give you his seed." "Yeah," James said, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a job to be done. But a barely whispered "Yes" demanded more. "You ever had a guy cum in you?" "Never," James said, a bit louder. "Jerk off thinking about it? Leo asked. He was lying down next to James now, running his hands over the boy's body. Anything James said, we could now both hear it. "Yeah, a lot," James said. "It's really hot." The crystal had broken some inhibitions. Now James was trying to convince himself to do what he always wanted to do. "It's really hot," James repeated. "To have you cum in me. A guy cum in me. So hot. Inside of me. Your sperm, in my guts." "It's what you need. Just once." It was part of the process. First, it was just for a second. Then it was to pull out. Now it was only once. But once would never be enough for a young man like James. He'd be back. "Make a real man happy," I said. It was always about me and my pleasure. "You'd knock me up," James said, barely loud enough. Then, he continued, louder. "Just once," he said. "Just once. It would be hot." "Fuck yeah," I said. "It's what you need. To be a proper bottom slut." I slammed my raw cock all the way back into his unprotected hole. He had just given me permission to cum in his hole, and I didn't have to hide anything now. "Knock you up good." "Knock me up," James said. I just smiled and shoved my dick deeper into him. He grunted, part in pain, part in pleasure. It was what I needed to hear, and I kicked my fucking into high gear. "Knock me up," he repeated as my dick forced itself deeper into his body. It seemed to go on for hours. I lost track of time, losing myself in the utter perfection of his hole. I dribbled pre-cum, the stream growing thicker over time. Finally, I recognized the familiar tingle down the length of my cock, the welcome tightening of my balls. "I'm getting close," I said. "Just once," James said. "Cum in me. Please." He squeezed his ass around my dick, milking out a few drops of pre-cum and pulling me ever closer to my orgasm. "Give me your load." He knew what to say. His begging was better than his denial. I loved pozzing up neg hole, but it felt better when it was a welcome blessing I was bestowing upon the man. "Fill you up with my hot seed." I wanted to whisper in his ear about the poz seed I was going to flood his guts with, but that would be later. Right now, it was about easing him into partying and barebacking. "I'm going to cum in you," I grunted. "Fucking give me your hot load," he said. It was just what I needed to hear. I slammed my cock into his hole one last time. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly. Loud enough for everyone to know I was breeding this boy. Loud for the neighbors to know what I was doing. My cock throbbed, my balls churned, and a jet of jizz shot out of my cock, landing in the warm embrace of James's ass. "Fuck yeah," I said, as another spurt made its way into the young man's hole. "Give it to me," James moaned, as he pressed his ass back up against me, eager to get every drop of my toxic fluid. "Cum in me. It's so fucking hot. Inside me." My cock spat out a few more doses of sperm. This was just the dregs of the dregs; most of my load was nestled deep within Doug's hole. But it was enough for James. "That feels fucking amazing." "Oh," Leo said, leaning in to kiss James. "You like getting bred?" "Fuck yeah," James said. "That was amazing." Leo produced a booty bump; he held the injector which was filled with thick mixture of lube and crystal. "You want another one?" Leo asked. "Fuck yeah," James said. "All the ones I can take." There was an ambiguity in the sentence: all the loads? or all the booty bumps. It didn't matter. Both were going to happen.

This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.

I love having older guys in their 60s take me and use me .. take that blue pill and wreck me daddy !

The rest of the night I could only think about the cum in my ass. I thought I got it all out but when I slide my finger in my ass I could still smell cum on my finger. It turned me on, and I had to jack off in the bathroom and I fell asleep trying to picture what the guys I sucked off looks like and I was not sure I had ever been so horny in my life. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was no use. I finally dozed off and got up early and showered and headed to work. I fought the temptation to go back to the glory hole and check it out at lunch and decided to surf the internet and I stumbled on to a website squirt.org and I joined since it had a section on where glory holes could be found, and I realized there was one in a building two doors down. I read a few of the post and decided it was work a walk to check it out. When I arrived, there were already to guys in two of the three stalls. The middle one was open, and I entered and sat on the toilet. Both buys started tapping their feet, I peeked through the hole on the right and from what I could see there was a guy in sweatpants and a T-shirt holding his dick. He looked lean and in good shape. The other side was a businessman in a dress shirt and tie. I was not sure what to do but I put my fingers up to the hole with the guy in sweats and he stood up and guided his dick through the hole. He was sporting a nice moderately thick 8-inch dick uncut, and I began so suck his dick and he was moaning. The other guy put his dick through the hole although I could not see anything until he knocked on the wall and I pulled off the dick I was sucking, and a huge dick was rock hard pointing right at me, and I began to suck his cock while I held onto his 8 inches and slowly jacked it. I went back and forth for several minutes and then the guy to my right 8 incher pulled out and asked to see my ass. I had cleaned out before I came so I dropped my underwear and showed him my ass while I sucked the other guy’s dick. The guy to my right reached through and felt my ass and then pulled me back to him and lined my hole up with the glory hole and began eating my ass like the skater dude had done. This went on for three to four minutes and then he slides his finger inside me and then and another and just like before his dick slide in me bare and he began to fuck me. It felt amazing and then I heard him breathing heavy and he said take my nut you little slut. He pulled out and said clean my dick boy and I turned around and sucked his dick clean while my ass was pointing toward the hole. I felt the businessman touch my hole and slide his finger inside me and then pull me toward the hole while I was still sucking the other guy’s dick and before I knew it that huge dick was pressing into me, and it hurt. I was making some noise and the guy who just fucked me pulled out of me and held some poppers up to my nose and I inhaled three times each side and I was flying while the guy behind me fucked my hole and 8 to 10 minutes later he shot his load inside me. The guy who gave me the poppers said good boy and he unlocked his door and went to the sink and the businessman also did and I heard businessman say fuck dud you were right; you can find some great ass here. I thought fuck, they planned this entire thing, and they were just waiting for someone like me. I waited for them to leave and sat on the toilet hoping someone would come in and then I heard the door, footsteps the stall door open, close and lock and the guy unbuckled his jeans and they dropped to the floor. He sat down and I peeked through the hole, and it was a middle-aged white guy, good looking and he had a wedding ring on. I tapped my foot and so did he, then he put his finger to the hole, and I stood up and guided my dick through and he began to suck my cock and six or seven minutes later I shot a huge load in his mouth. I walked back to my car knowing I had two loads inside me and as much as I was annoyed that they knew each other and I was getting hard picturing their hot dick and know I had a part of them inside me.

7. Fire in the Hole "Used," Jon said. There was no doubt what he meant by it. He slowly pulled the length of his shaft out of me. Time was slow, and I felt each vein and curve exit my body. For a moment, I felt like crying. But then I saw Sarge's jockstrap in front of me. His dick looked bigger than Jon's. Sarge had tattoos everywhere. On his stomach, there was the same black99 in gothic letters that Jon had. He also had the familiar biohazard tattoo under that. This time, it wasn't as scary. It seemed hot. He was part of the same club that Jon was. It didn't matter. I had taken meds to make sure I wouldn't join the club, no matter what I did. "You're off to a good start," he whispered as his dick slipped out of my hole. I clenched tightly, making sure that none of Leo or Seth's cum dripped out. He pushed me towards Sarge; I landed against his furry chest. "And Sarge is definitely going to help you out." "Can't wait for it. Seth couldn't stop talking about you." He laughed. "I had to stick my dick in his mouth just to shut him up." "Kenta's still a novice," Jon said. "But Sarge is a patient teacher. And a relentless one." "That's fair," Sarge said. He grabbed onto the harness, and pulled me against him. He was another masculine daddy type, like Jon, although a bit younger. His chest was hard and muscular, hot and wet from sweat, and covered in the light brown hair. The belt of ammo felt real. The bullets were cool against my skin. "You're quite the hottie," he said. I smiled. I was still engulfed by the warmth of his skin, and the contrast to the bullets. "Thank you," I finally said. I looked around, and realized that Jon had disappeared. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. The lights had gone down some more, and it was hard to see who else was there with us. I didn't care who saw us. Even if someone from school recognized me, it seemed like a distant problem. There were more pressing matters, like the way my hole was itching. I was hungry for more cock. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Hell yeah, boy," Sarge said. "How many guys have fucked you already?" "Three," I said. "Seth wasn't kidding when he said you were slutting out tonight. Party's barely started." "I got here early." I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the sweat and muscle. He spent a lot of time in the gym. I ran my fingers over his ammo belt, feeling the bullets. I noticed there were two empty slots at the top. "Are these real?" I asked. "They're special bullets," Sarge said. "Takes you to an entirely new plane." "Special?" I asked. The music seemed louder, the beat more intense. One of Sarge's arms wrapped around me, reaching down for my ass. "How so?" I managed to say. My mind was racing, wondering just what these bullets were for. "You been partying?" Sarge asked me. "Smoking?" "Yeah." "This is even better," he said. "Come with me." He didn't give me a choice; he grabbed my harness and pulled me off the dance floor, to a corner of the living room. There was a large leather couch. At one end, one of the older men was sitting down, his legs spread wide and his fat dick on display. Kneeling between his legs was another young boy, struggling to deep-throat the man. "That's you soon enough," Sarge said. The other older man nodded at Sarge. "That what I think it is?" the man asked. Sarge nodded. "Yeah," he said. "When you've finished with your boy, this one needs some encouragement." "Yessir," Sarge said. He turned his attention to me. "Kneel on the couch, facing away from me. Ass up." I got on the couch as he instructed. The leather was warm and soft against my skin. It was comforting and relaxing, and I grabbed on even tighter when one of Sarge's thick fingers pressed into my hole. "Oh, that's nice." Sarge pulled his finger out. I turned my head back, trying to see what he was doing, but my body and his body blocked my vision. I did see him put down one of the bullets; the head had been unscrewed, and I saw that the body was hollow. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I guess." "Good," he said, and a slim rod slid into my ass. It felt like a small pencil, and he held it there for a moment. It was a bit cold at first, but heated up quickly in my body. "Fire in the hole," he said, and he pressed on the rod. There was a warmth in my guts, centered at the end of the rod. It grew slowly, and didn't go away when he pulled the rod out of me. He rubbed my asshole a bit. It tightened up, but the warmth in my gut remained even after he had taken out the rod. It grew, until it was almost burning. "Oh fuck," I muttered. The heat was getting more intense, and I didn't know how I could stand it. I hated it, and tried to pull away, but there was nothing to escape from. It was all inside me. "Feel that?" he asked. He was holding on to my hips, steadying me as I struggled. "Yeah," I gasped. It wasn't getting any worse, luckily. It was a hot itch, both a bit painful, but at the same time it was also intensely pleasurable. I tried to live in the moment, and explore the sensation. "What is it?" I asked, as my ass was twitching. It was going to feel so much better when I had a cock up there. It would be something to scratch that hungry itch. "Booty bump," Sarge said. "First time?" the other daddy asked. He had been watching me as Sarge had administered the bump. "Yeah," I said. "It'll be a few more minutes before it really hits. Enjoy it." "What is it?" I asked again. "Some crystal. Dissolved in some water," Sarge said. He pulled me back upright. He still had the ammo belt across his shoulder and chest, but the jock strap had disappeared. He had a hard cock, maybe about eight inches long. "You think you need some cock?" "Please," I grunted. I was rubbing my ass up against his dick, but he held back, just teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "I need it." "I know you do. You think you're ready for this?" His dick wasn't much larger than Leo or Jon's had been. It was going to be a familiar size. I nodded in agreement. "Good," he said. "I want you to sit on it." He got on the couch, his legs spread slightly just to emphasize his erection. "Climb up, and sit on it," he said. It was complex and awkward to move, because my muscles didn't quite do what I wanted them to do. Finally, I was squatting over Sarge's erect pole, his cockhead just nestled against my hole. "That's it," he said. From a side table, he produced a small brown bottle. "Here," he said, and held the poppers under my nose. I looked to the side; the daddy was still watching me. He had his hand on the back of the boy's head, and was holding the boy down. I watched for a second, but then the poppers hit. "That's it boy," Sarge said, but held me back for a few more seconds as he did a hit himself. "Let's enjoy this moment," he said, and guided me down his dick. His dick was really stiff, and I was struggling to not immediately pull off. Jon's cock had been able to bend and flex, and we were able to find an equitable middle configuration of erection and hole. On the other hand, Sarge's cock forced me to bend to his will. I gasped, as he found a new curve of my guts. He ignored my discomfort. "That's it boy," he said. "Open up for me." He continued to push his shaft into me. His dickhead found where booty bump had landed. At first, it felt good. Sarge was scratching an annoying itch. But he didn't stop there, and continued to press his dick into me. He pushed the drug-laden fluid deeper into my hole, and the small strokes in and out helped to spread the liquid across my rectum. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the burning only got worse. It was hard to concentrate. The drugs had my mind racing; I would think about Sarge fucking me, and then suddenly, I had a million sleazy fantasies. It was hard to even concentrate on how my asshole was burning from the drugs. I gasped, but finally managed to say something. "It's inside me." "Yeah," Sarge said. "So fucking wet and sloppy." "Give it to him," the guy next to us said. He was still watching us, as the boy continued to deep-throat his dick. "Get him tweaked out and knocked up." "Of course. He's gonna get so much cum of course he's gonna be pregnant." It felt weird and dirty, but I loved the idea that Sarge's dick could change me like that. Of course, just like a girl on the pill, I had protection against any of the untoward consequences of sex. It didn't matter. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me." "You heard him," the other guy said. "He knows what he wants." Sarge grabbed my hip with one hand. It was big and strong, and he easily forced me down, so that I took the entire length of his raw cock. "I know what I want," he said. I was gasping, trying to wrap my head around getting roughly fucked as the new dose of crystal meant that it was hardly rough enough. "And I get it," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. "Take it," he said. "You'll need it." I inhaled deeply, loving how the warm chemical scent wrapped around me and forced me to relax. My ass opened up, and Sarge slid deeper into me. The burning was still there, but it wasn't as bad. "Yeah," Sarge said. "Your ass is hungry. Drank up all that sperm. And all that tina." I understood the comments online about porn stars tweaking hard. I now understood what they were feeling, and why it was so essential for them to get fucked. The poppers were also kicking in, and fucking me was the only thing that mattered. "Please," I begged. "Don't pull out." If Sarge had pulled his cock out, I was going to lose it. "Just fuck me." Sarge slammed his cock into me. I grunted, and was rewarded with a repeat thrust. I moaned again, but Sarge was focusing on his cock, and kept up his hard, deep fuck. As he fucked me, the burning sensation slowly went away. He also started to drip pre-cum; his fluid helped to lubricate my hole, and cool it down. "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all I could say. It wasn't clear any longer who was fucking whom I was bouncing up and down on his hips, fucking myself on his cock. At the same time, he has thrusting his hips against me, forcing his dick deeper into my unprotected hole. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. I had been told so many scary things about barebacking, and now I was actually doing it. Good boys didn't bareback. It wasn't that much different. They had been lies. Now that I finally felt it and I was sharing it with someone like Seth, Jon, and Sarge, there was no way I could go back. It had always been a dirty fantasy, and now it was clear that the warnings had been pointless. These men were clean and healthy. Sarge was nothing other than muscle, and both Jon and Seth had been so hot. They were not how I had imagined drug users to look. Or how I had been told guys with HIV looked. They were healthy and clean and perfect. "Fuck me," I grunted. I was craving another load. I wanted to know that I had pleased Sarge and that he enjoyed this enough to give me his seed. "Please. Breed me." "You heard him," said the other man. I glanced over. He had his thick hands wrapped around the bottom's head, and was holding the young man down on his cock. "Give the boy what he wants." "I need it," I managed to say. Sarge was thrusting in and out of me, and it was hard to keep up with the continuous stimulation. "Give me your seed." "You're gonna get it for sure," Sarge said. "I'm almost there." He held the poppers under my nose. I inhaled; he kept the bottle under my nose even after I nodded my head. "Good hit for me," he said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. Finally, he relented, and held it under his nose. He held the hit for several seconds, then exhaled. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as the poppers hit us. I could feel his dick deep inside me. As impossible as it was, it was getting bigger. It was finding deeper parts of my ass and was spreading my hole ever wider. "I'm getting close," he whispered. "You want my load?" "Give it to me," I said. "FUUUUCK," Sarge moaned. I felt the familiar, wonderful bloom of warmth in my ass. This time it wasn't the drugs. It was Sarge's seed, and he was giving it to me. "TAKE MY GIFT," Sarge moaned, his cock thrusting several more times, filling me up with his seed. "TAKE IT." "Give it to me," I said. "I want it. I need it. I need every nasty drop." He pulled me in and kissed me. Inside my guts, his dick was dribbling out the last few precious drops of his seed. I couldn't believe my luck; another man had fucked me and seeded me. I let myself melt into Sarge's kisses. He was a strong, muscular man, and yet he could be gentle with his kisses and affection. "You felt amazing," he said. "I'm going to find you later." "He good?" the other man asked. "Like fucking velvet," Sarge said. "Spunk-coated velvet."

Here is the cleaned-up, full version of the story. It does involve a little condom fucking at first, but don't despair. It gets better. I am going to post it in three parts because that is how it was originally written [oops - that doesn't work see my note at the end]. I have tried to modernize it, so it sounds like something that happened on here instead of a Yahoo Listserve 20 years ago. In the original posting, there were lots of responses to each post before the next one. I have worked summaries into the latter two parts. I hope this is enjoyable reading. This is a story that really helped me realize I wanted to be a full-time bareback cumdump. Letting Myself Go I don't usually post because I don't usually do anything worth posting over. I stay at home and cook and clean the house while my boyfriend goes to work to pay the bills. I don't mind acting like a wife. It suits me somehow. I stay home. I don't fuck around. I stay clean. But then I come across websites like breeding zone and it gets my mind in fantasyland. Not that I would ever do anything like that, but just that it's a new level with fantasy. Never gone THAT far before, and, up until last night, never thought I would. Well, let me clarify - my boyfriend and I bareback. We're monogamous, both tested negative. And not so monogamous anymore on my part. I saw this guy's ad on the web. Three blocks away from our house. Asian and, judging from the ad, a really fucking hot tight body. I figured I could just run over there and be done with it in half an hour. Just a little play on the side. Nothing harmful. I'd bring a condom. Maybe we could even turn it into a regular thing. Behind my boyfriend's back. I mean, we've been together for two years already. I haven't had sex with a guy other than him in two and a half years. I kept fantasizing about how another cock would feel in my mouth. Would it stretch my cheeks out more than I'm used to? how would it feel to have a stranger's cock in my ass instead of my tried and trusted boyfriend's? So I wrote the guy. He wrote back in five minutes. I wrote him back. It happened so fast I couldn't even think straight and I was out of the front door, not even leaving a note for my boyfriend about dinner in the oven when he got home from work. I almost sprinted to the guy's house. He was even hotter than I imagined. Lived with two other guy's but he had his own room - nice for the Mission with hardwood floors. I was nervous as hell. My hands were shaking. My lips were dry. I'd just gotten stoned before I left, so my skin felt slick. He handed me a bong and I took a few more hits. It was cool 'cause I never smoke with my boyfriend. It was nice to share it for a change. He took a hit. Passed it back to me and told me a little about himself. He liked playing volleyball. He was Filipino and Japanese, but didn't speak a word of either. He seemed like a real cool guy. Then he started playing with his dick through his shorts. I was happy. I didn't feel guilty. I knew we'd get it over with in a few minutes, I'd flush the condom, and the issue would be as easily gone down the drain. My boyfriend would never know. He unzipped his pants and I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. I love that. I got on my knees and as soon as his shorts dropped past his cock, I sucked him down to the root. I felt like a whore and I loved it. He clasped his hands behind my head and held me down on it until I turned red. "Like that?" he asked me. And I went all the way back down on it. I sucked his nuts. I tried to edge my tongue up to his hole, but he pulled me back to his red cock by my hair. I'd forgotten how much I like forceful men. He was awakening something in me. He reached down and put some poppers under my nose and in a few seconds my head was starting to swim as I bobbed up and down on his cock and felt my chin wettening from my slobber gathering over his nuts. I never do poppers. I felt light-headed, so I went right along with him when he eased me back onto the floor and stripped off my pants and boxers. He jacked my hard dick a few seconds. I was glad he left my t-shirt on 'cause it was cold on the floor. I looked up into his eyes and everything was blurry. "I'm gonna fuck you now," he told me, and something else I can't remember. I wanted him to fuck me though. At that moment, I truly did. I can see how he didn't want to stop. He saw the lust in my eyes. My inhibitions were fading. He now saw me as his possible full-time slut boy. He knew about my boyfriend. He didn't have a problem with it. So I told him I wanted him to fuck me. No, I begged. He was already on top of me. His chest was against mine. His nipple was against mine. His hard, wet dick was pushing into my belly button. So I begged him to fuck me. And I remembered the condom. I told him to use it and he rolled it over his cock. For the first ten minutes, he rode my ass fully-sheathed. Sliding his cock right up against my prostate and sending me into pure fucking ecstacy. I rocked my head back and forth. I was seeing stars. His cock was at least an inch longer than my boyfriends. I felt him opening me up wider than I've been in three years. Then he pulled out. My eyes opened and I saw him looking down at me. He sat back on his knees and pulled the dripping condom off his cock. "Got a little dirty," he said. Things were a bit blurry. I was out of breath. My cock was rock hard. He directed me to get on all fours with my ass up in the air and my shoulders to the floor. "What about another condom?" I asked. He assured me he'd put one on when he fucked me, but first he wanted to have a look at my ass. I did what I was told, yes, but I felt embarrassed after a few moments. He sat behind me on a chair, legs spread out, cock pointed to the ceiling, arms folded across his tanned chest. I love Asian men, especially those that look fit enough to kick ass. This guy smiled and told me to spread my cheeks. I did. He reached down and rubbed his finger around the hole. He licked his finger and pushed it deep into my hole. I arched my back. "I'm going to put my cock in your ass and I'm not going to use a rubber," he instructed me. I tensed a bit, but my head still drooped. I told him, "No. You have to use a condom. My boyfriend and I are monogamous." He didn't answer. I heard him shift around and realized he was now down on the floor with me. I was about to protest and his tongue lapped from my nuts, across my hole, and up my ass crack. I moaned. He did it again and this time his tongue pushed in my hole. He actually sucked on my hole. His mouth was making love to my hole. I imagined him leaving marks on my asslips like one would leave a hickey on the neck. He stopped and said, "Just for a few seconds. My raw cock in your hot little hole. I'm totally safe and I know you are, too." I started to say, "I can't..." and he darted his tongue in and out of my hole and proceeded to eat me out for a good ten minutes. Then he pushed my legs back even further, lines his fat filipino cock up with my wide-opened hole and drove it into my white ass in one fast and graceful lunge. I'd never felt anything so good in my life. My boyfriend's bareskinned cock had never fucked me so deep as this bareskinned cock was fucking. I couldn't have told him no even if I could've spoken coherently. But I couldn't. My eyes rolled to the back off my head and I let him have me. He savagely used my hole for at least half and hour. I've never been fucked for that long. I took it and took it. Every now and then he'd pull his cock out until only the head was skewering my hole, and he'd spit down on his prick, then pile-drive it back into my hole. Condoms weren't mentioned again. I considered in my head what would happen if he were to cum in my ass. I realized he might have a disease. So I told him, "Pull out. Please." And he did. I felt lube dripping down my ass cheeks. I was actually surprised that he stopped. I don't really know if I would've really stopped him. But before I could say anything else, he stood over me, jacked his cock three strokes and blew his load all over my face and shirt. I came without touching myself. My cream sprayed up into my own face. Everywhere. And, of course, then I told him I had to clean up and get going. He showed me where the bathroom was. I went and rinsed my face off and wiped as much of the cum off my shirt as possible and prayed I would make it home before my boyfriend. Then I noticed three medicine bottles on the back of the toilet and a copy of Poz magazine. I was still light-headed so it didn't really hit me, but once I was out on the street and in the fresh air. I had to stop. I didn't know what to do. That guy who had just fucked me was poz. Well, I was worried off my ass all last night and this morning. But now, I get online and I come to this site, and I read a few stories. Now I want to e-mail him and go back to his place. Letting Go Again So I wrote him an e-mail this morning. I figured it wouldn't hurt to just write him. Maybe we could write a few hot words to each other. I wouldn't even have to get together with him. But I just felt it wasn't write to not write him again. He even asked me to write him some time when I was walking out the door last time. And to be honest, the last two nights, my boyfriend fucked me twice, and both times, five minutes into the fucking I shut my eyes and imagined it was that guy's cock. I pretended I was back in his room and feeling his wet cock sliding in and out of my tight raw pussy. I jacked my cock and licked my lips. I moaned louder than usual. Then, when my boyfriend creamed in my ass, something he does every single time we fuck, well, this time, I convinced myself it was that guy fucking me again. I don't even know his name. But I imagined it was his jizz squirting right up into my belly. But I didn't come. My boyfriend even looked surprised. This was last night. I haven't cum since the guy fucked me. And as I'm laying there feeling my boyfriend's cock pulsating in my ass. I realize that I miss the way the other guy fucked me. I can't believe I'm even writing that down. But his cock fucked into me so far that I shivered me he fucked his cock the furthest. My boyfriend has never done that. So, like I said, I wrote him an e-mail this morning, after my boyfriend left for work. I logged on to here and checked out the responses to my last post. I got hard. Then this afternoon, he writes me back. I'd been checking e-mail every half an hour, hoping he would write back. This is what he wrote: > Had a great time with you. nothing better than a tight white > pussy. how about we go at it again tonight? my roommates will be > out. come have some dick. So my dick gets hard as rock by the time I read "tight white pussy," but my boyfriend comes home at seven and I have to cook dinner and clean the house. I went and smoked half a joint. It seemed like it wouldn't work out and I realized that if I turned him down, then I probably would see him again. He'd forget about me and think I was a flake. But after half and hour, and me being much higher and easier, I wrote him anyway and told him my situation, that I needed to cook and clean, that I couldn't leave the house tonight because my boyfriend and I watch movies on Tuesday nights. But at the end, I wrote that I'd do anything to have his Asian cock again. I told him I'd make it up to him the next time we met. I was horny as hell and not even aware of half of what I was promising. I told him I wanted to lick his ass, lick his feet, let him spit in my mouth. I don't even know where it came from... I just said it and before I could reconsider, I pressed send. So two minutes pass and I get an e-mail back from him. Remember, he only lives a few blocks away. He tells me he'll come over to my house and I can suck his cock. He could be to my house in 5 minutes and we'd be done in fifteen minutes. Plenty of time before my "boyfriend" got home. He was horny as hell. I kept thinking about his cock, but then I'd think about the medications on his toilet. The POZ magazine. And something occurred to me - the medications and magazine could've belonged to one of his roommates. I mean, he looks so healthy and young. I can't even imagine he's fucked more than five or six guys. It suddenly made sense to me that those weren't his medications. Why would he have fucked me bareback? I told him I was neg. So I wrote him back and told him to come over. I was hesistant but stoned. I even lit up again before he arrived. While I was waiting, I logged on and saw a response to my first post. It said I was kidding myself if I thought the guy hadn't loaded me up the first time. No one fucks for that long with out shooting; he must be a multi-cummer who can stay hard. That thought turned me on so much. I even pulled out a cockring and wrapped it around my cock and nuts. Prime white boy. Then, he knocked. I let him in. He looked even better than last time. His hair was gelled back. I noticed he had a pierced eyebrow. He said a few words, but I really couldn't pay attention. My mind kept focusing on the bulge in his shorts. Or his underarm hair peeking out of his polo shirt. He sat on the sofa and said to me, "I knew you wanted my big dick again." I looked at my computer screen whike I was taking off my pants. I'd left my chat window to my boyfriend open on the screen. We like to talk to each other while he's at work. He'd just sent me a new message but I couldn't read what it was because my eyes were a little blurry from the weed. He pulled his shorts all the way off and folded them beside him. He was sitting nude on my boyfriend's suede sofa. I've never done anything like this before. I've never brought someone to our house. But I crawled between his legs and started lapping at his nuts. He jacked his cock against my face. He was already precumming, and he pushed his cockhead up one of my nostrils. The odor made me so fucking hungry. I sucked him. I sucked him better than I've ever sucked my boyfriend. I sucked his nuts... smooth and big cum-filled nuts. I even got down and put my face to the floor to lick his feet. He lifted one foot and let me lick up and down the sole. I figured he'd cum on my face, so I told him it was cool with me if he came on my face. Shoot it right across my lips. But instead he told me to stand up. So I did. Then he got up and walked to the next room, our bedroom. "Get on the bed. I wanna fuck your ass," he told me. I didn't even give it a second thought. I mean, I did. I thought how bad of an idea this was, and how my boyfriend could walk in on us, home early from work, or how he was probably going to fuck me bareback and I shouldn't do that. I had to stay healthy. And keep my boyfriend safe and healthy. But as I thought all of this, I walked to the bedroom, too, looked at the bed, looked at his cock, and then climbed onto the bed, on all four, and put my ass in the air. He didn't even waste any time. He knew I was pressed for time. He climbed onto the bed and I pointed to where the lube was on the nightstand, but he spit onto his cock a few times, massaged it up and down the length, then bent over and spit right on my hole, worked it around with a finger, and pushed his cock right up my ass in one hard thrust. I moaned loudly. So loudly I thought the neighbor's might hear. Then he proceeded to fuck me. No stopping, no asking me if I wanted him to pull out. I thought about what one guy had said on here how he'd probably cum in my ass last time. I turned my head to the side and suddenly my face was up against my boyfriend's pillow. I could smell him. I was on our bed getting fucked bareback by another man. A man who I knew nothing about. "Nice little white pussy for me," the guy said to me. "Juicy little pussy. All for me. Isn't that right? You gonna give me your pussy all the time? Make this little white pussy all mine." From out of nowhere, he held a bottle of poppers to each of my nostrils. He'd fuck me deeper just so I'd breathe in sharply. I was almost incoherent after fifteen minutes. I didn't even think about the time. But I was telling him that my pussy was all for him. I was giving it to him. Then he pulled out of my ass, crawled over my body, and jacked his cock against my face. I could smell the musk of my own ass. My ass juice and his spit and precum wet my cheek. He wiped his cock over my lips. Then after almost a whole minute, he blew his load. I had my mouth opened. I swallowed half of his load and the other half went into my eyes and nose. He patted my head and called me a good boy. Then dressed and walked out. Going all the way So I know what I've done in the last week is crazy. But tonight tops everything. I'm still shaking from the adrenaline. Started like a normal Saturday night too. Brian, my boyfriend, never wants to go out drinking because he doesn't drink much. It goes right to his head. Just like his mom. So we usually stay home and watch TV. He went to sleep early tonight. Before 9 because he had a long day. I told him I had some work to do and needed to stay up. Of course, I logged onto here and read the new responses. Everytime I read the messages from other guys telling me I should take the stranger's load even though it's probably poz, I feel more and more like a cum pig wanna-be. I keep fantasizing about my ass getting filled with that Asian guy's cum. I keep reading stories about guys unloading their dirty cum into a boy's hole. I keep jacking off to bareback photos. But even after getting fucked twice in the last week by this stranger, I still haven't knowingly taken a load in my ass. I keep thinking about my boyfriend. How I don't want to put him at risk. But then I read what guys on here posted - that my boyfriend, Brian, should take raw cock up his hole too. And Brian has such a beautiful ass. He's half Chinese and half Mexican. Totally smooth ass. The kind of ass you can cup in one hand. Round. But like I said, a total top. Yet sometimes I eat out his ass and his hole opens up and he looks like such a bottom boy. Holding his knees against his chest, sticking his butt further into the air. So I'm reading responses and I get an e-mail from the other Asian dude, the first guy, though I still don't know his name. Every time we get together, it's just all about sex. We don't talk much. His e-mail said "I'm horny again. I wanna fuck your pussy and cum in it." I freaked. My cock went rigid. I almost came in my pants because when I read his words my hand went down and grabbed my cock. But I didn't know what to reply. My boyfriend was asleep in the other room, just like he's asleep now, and I never go out once he's asleep. So to beat around the bush, I write back and tell him my boyfriend is asleep and I can't leave the house, but I've been dreaming about his cock ever since the last time we fucked. I started to jack off and figured that's how the night would end. It was already quarter to 10 and I was usually in bed by 10. But he wrote back again saying his cock was dripping and he could swing by in ten minutes and I could suck him off in his car. No need to wake up the boyfriend and I wouldn't be gone more than five or six minutes. I don't know why I said yes. I just couldn't think of any real reason to say no. I was awake, my boyfriend was soundly asleep. I had a hard-on. And he'd conceded to just getting a blowjob. I didn't have to worry about getting my ass creamed with his jizz. So I told him okay. Well, he was over in ten minutes, parked outside the front window on the street. He blinked his headlights twice. It felt like a drug deal. I quietly went out the front door, leaving it unlocked, but closed. The car was nice, a BMW, leather seats. He already had his jeans unzipped and his cock in one hand. "Easier than picking up a guy at a bar," was the first thing he said to me, then he pulled me by the neck down to his cock and I started sucking him. I could taste lube on his cock. I took him down to the root again. I sucked on the head of his cock and licked into his piss slit. I even tried to lick his nuts while my mouth was stuffed with his thick Asian cock. Then a car passed and I sat up quickly. I looked up at the front window. Nothing was out of place. No lights went on. He told me to get back to it. So I did. I tongued his nuts. Pushed my hand into his shirt and up his chest. He started calling me pussy. His pussy. He even reached behind me, untucked my shirt, and started feeling my ass while he said it. Then someone turned the corner and walked up the sidewalk toward my house. I sat up again. I tried to look like I was just reaching for a tape on the floor. "Take me inside," he said. "We're never gonna get finished like this. I won't make a sound. I promise." I told him no. That was crazy. My boyfriend was sleeping on the same floor. Rooms apart. The bedroom door wasn't even shut all the way. But he was persistent, and he made me keep my hand on his cock while he tried to convince me, and as he talked, his cock pulsed in my hand. I was in that same situation. Presented with two choices and I could have easily told him no again. Anyone else would've said no. But he said he was close and it would only take a few minutes and he knew I wanted it. I couldn't get enough of his cock. "You're gonna be my new pussy boy. You're gonna get my cock night and day. Finish me off in your house. Show me how much you want my cock." Everytime he said cock, I sank further and further from a sane decision. My own cock was making the decisions now. My pussy was making the decisions. I brought him just inside the door. He didn't say a word. He quietly unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and jacked it. It was almost dark in the room. Just a little lamp in the corner that doesn't put out much light. But I could see a glint in his eye. He wanted me. I'd never seen my boyfriend look at me that way in more than a year. He kissed me. His tongue licked the side of my face. Pushed between my lips and licked the roof of my mouth. Then I sucked him again. But I did it more carefully. More quietly since my boyfriend was asleep. I guess it didn't do the trick though because the guy pulled me to my feet and started kissing me again. His pulled down my pants and squeezed my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue push into my ear. My weak spot. He turned me around and I had a perfect view of the door to our bedroom just past bathroom door. He fucked his cock against my ass. Pushing it up and down the crack. Pushing his tongue deeper into my ear. Around it. Moaning very softly into my ear. I bent over, my pants still around my ankles, and he pushed his cock up my hole. I gasped and then clamped my mouth as tightly as I could to stop from moaning. It felt so good. His cock was in my ass raw and lubed only with his and my spit. My knees started to shake. He pulled me back to him, so I was standing up straight with his cock still balls deep in my cunt, and licked my other ear. He pumped my ass maybe five or six times. Five or six slow and easy strokes. Then he whispered in my air as he tongued it, "I'm cumming in you, pussy. Can you feel that? You feel my cock squirting? That's my cock in you. My little white pussy boy. Taking my load. Make you pregnant." And then he moaned again. Everything said quieter than a whisper. I wouldn't have been able to hear a word he said if his lips hadn't been pressed into my ear. My cock was rock hard. I couldn't tell him no. I didn't want to make a noise. I couldn't pull away because his arms were wrapped around my belly from behind. I was skewered onto his cock. I took his jizz. It was over so quickly. I didn't even have a moment to reconsider. I hadn't cum. I'd always pictured myself blowing a huge load everywhere while I took loads up my butthole. But my cock was bouncing between my legs, precum lathered around the hole. He pulled his pants back up and patted my ass. I thought about walking him out and asking him if he was poz, but I didn't want to risk opening and closing the door too many times. I kept thinking he would've told me if he was poz anyway. But after I closed the door, I just stood there in the middle of the room. I had some water and stripped down for bed. I brushed. Then I reached back and felt my hole. I was still wet down there, but I didn't want to shower. I turned around and looked at my ass in the bathroom mirror. I lifted one leg on the sink, spread my cheeks, and looked back at my hole in the mirror. My ass had just been screwed raw with spit for lube. I had that guy's sperm up my ass in my body. I touched my hole. I couldn't make my cock go down. Even once I crawled into bed, I stayed up, not moving much, next to my sleeping boyfriend, Brian. He must've sensed me in bed because he turned in his sleep toward me. His hand brushed against my cock. It felt so good to have my cock touched again. I wanted to cum. Badly. So I cuddled with him and pushed my ass against him. Men are men, I suppose, because eventually his cock started to get hard. After another two minutes, he was half-awake and his cock was stiff. He must've been surprised because we never have sex in the middle of the night. But we did. He reached up on the headboard for the lube, greased his cock, turned me over on the bed, lifted my legs in the air, and slid his cock right into my wet pussy. I knew the lube would eliminate any suspicion about the guy's load. I didn't even worry about him noticing I was looser. Guys can be naturally loose some days and tight other days. I could explain it away. I just wanted to cum. I wanted to cum with cock in my ass. So now Brian's cock fucked the other dude's load into the walls of my ass. For thirty minutes, we fucked. Then Brian added his own load, pulled his cock out of my ass, and jacked it against my nuts a few times. I could see a thin white coat over his whole cock. Cum. So I pushed him back and sucked his cock into my mouth. I sucked him clean and blew my load onto the sheets. So he's asleep again. The sheets have been changed. Two loads are swimming around in my hole one probably poz, and here I am writing about what just happened. I used to be a good boyfriend. I only cheated once before this new guy. And even before my boyfriend, I didn't play around like a slut. I played safe. But I don't think I can stop myself if he writes me asking for my ass again. [Apparently, I can't post it as three posts. The new forum software automatically concatenates my posts. I put headings in with underlines, so you can see where the posts each start.]