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**Rob is a 30 year old Hispanic man dressed in a wifebeater and some shorts. He stands 6 feet tall, has a muscular body from working out in the backyard. He has his head shaved, has a light dusting of chest hair the tunnels down to his happy trail. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed but neat. Under his boxers, he has a 3 inch flaccid uncut dick that grows up to a thick 8.5 inches that sticks straight out from his body. He is straight but an opportunist. He fucks guys and girls depending on what’s available when he is high.** Rob sat at his kitchen table hitting his water bong. He was weighing and breaking down product into 8 balls. He receives a text on his phone. It is one of his guys coming to reup. A knock at the door, followed by a sequence of knocks. Rob stands up as he knows it is one of his guys at the door. Rob opens the door for a nervous looking guy named Jose. **Jose is a 20 year old Hispanic young man with a twunk body. He has a slim body but is filled out with some muscle. He was definitely smaller than Rob as Jose only stood 5’8’’ with pale brown skin. He has shaggy dark brown hair that he whips constantly to get out of his eye site. Jose has a slightly noticeable happy trail but shaved smooth past the trail. He starts off with a 2 inch uncut dick that grows to a 7.5 with medium thickness; curves up slightly. He’s dressed in a button up short sleeve shirt with a wifebeater underneath with jeans. Jose is a virgin and hasn’t had any sexual experience.** Rob closes the door behind Jose and directs him to the living room couch. R: okay calm down man. You haven’t even started anything yet. Here calm down a bit. Rob goes to the kitchen table and picks up his water bong. He hands it to the worried looking man on his couch. Jose takes a big hit and holds it in. He blows it out and takes a second hit. He was visibly calmer after that. J: Sorry, I’ve just never done anything like this before. I’m cool now. R: How about something to drink? Rob disappears into the kitchen and returns with 2 Gatorades. He asks Jose which he would like red or blue? He chooses the blue and is handed the drink. Jose opens the drink and takes a big gulp. R: Hey not too fast. That has G in it. J: oh my bad. Its cool, I need something to help calm me down anyways. You don’t mind do you? Jose picks up the water bong again and finishes the bowl off before any answer could be given. Rob was upset that the man just finished off the bowl without a thought in the world. But cool heads prevail. R: It’s cool. I’m gonna go refill this. Rob walked up to the kitchen table and opened up a baggie with picked out a shard. He drops in the bowl. Rob melts the shard and takes a big hit. The passes the water bong to Jose. R: I’m gonna go take a piss. Do not run off. Do not touch any of my shit. If you do, I will find you and cut off your balls. And don’t break my water bong. Rob disappears down a hallway. He got to the toilet and pulls his dick out and starts a stream of golden piss. After the last drip, he shakes the tip and puts himself away in his shorts. He walks back to the living room and everything looks alright. Jose still sitting down on the couch like he never moved. He walks over to hit the bong and notices that the bowl is already depleted. R: WTF man, again? J: Sorry I’m just nervous about keystering those baggies for you tomorrow. I’ve never done anything like that before. Rob picked up the water bong again and walked over to the kitchen. As he is cursing up a storm in his head and refilling the bowl, an idea takes shape in his head. R: (internal) this asshole owes me money and still has the balls to come over, chill, and smoke up my shit. Maybe it’s time to pay the tax man. An evil smirk grew on his face. With his back to Jose he starts talking. R: We could always do a dry run now so you will know what to expect and how it feels. Rob puts his game face back on and turns around to face Jose. He handed the water bong over to him and says go ahead. Calm your head. Jose melted the shard and hit the bong, blowing out a huge cloud. J: You don’t mind helping me. It would really calm me down. R: oh I don’t mind. You should know how it feels so you can get comfortable with it. Go jump in my shower and clean out. My stuff always stays clean until delivery. There is an enema under the sink. J: Wow, thanks man. I’ll be real quick. Rob walked Jose over to the bathroom and showed him the shower. Jose started to throw off his clothes and was oblivious to Rob just standing there, watching the twunk undress. Jose dropped down his boxers and turned around to ask where there the enema was again. Rob just stared at the man’s round ass and started to salivate. R: (internal) I guess the G started kicking in. Rob closed the door behind him and lets the man have shower time. He put away his merchandize and scale. He walked down to his bedroom and started to set up. He dropped his shorts and pulled off his wifebeater, leaving him in only his boxers. He pulled out a tin from his drawer. Inside is some lube premixed with T, condoms with pin holes in the tip, and a vial with his personal supply of A grade T. He finished off the bowl of the water bong and refills in the top tier stuff. He took one hit and was satisfied. Jose walked into the room wearing only his towel. Rob hands him the water bong and Jose grips it with both hands. His towel dropped and Jose was oblivious to being naked in front of the other man. Jose takes a big hit of this new stuff and blows it out. His teeth start to chatter in his mouth. J: oh wow, that’s fucking good. Ever the over indulger, Jose took another hit and then offered it back to Rob. R: just set it down there on the dresser. Now come over here and sit next to me. Okay, good. Now that you are cleaned out, I will start to penetrate you with my finger and work up to baggies. Oh, and I didn’t have the balloons yet so I’ll use a condom with some T inside instead but should be the same experience. Now come bend over the edge of my bed. Jose walked over and bent over for the alpha male. Rob starred down at the price directly in front of him willingly. Rob brought the tin over. Rob squeezed some laced lube on his finger tip and pushed his finger up into the stupid twunk. A mild whimper escaped Jose. The finger met with a little resistance but luckily the enema tip had opened him up a bit to invading objects. Rob used his finger to find the man’s prostate and made Jose moan very low. Rob pretended not to hear it so as to not embarrass him too early. Rob added another finger and slowly fucking him with his index and pointer fingers. J: oh man, it kinda burns. Is that normal? R: yeah, that is totally normal. The burning will go away as you get used to the object inside you. It’s your hole stretching to accommodate my fingers. It will pass and start to feel really good. Rob picked up a shard and placed it between his fingers and reinserted them into the twunks hole. Again the burning caused Jose to gripe a bit but once the T melted he began moaning. Rob pulled out his fingers and picked up the bong and took another hit. He offered it to Jose and both let out a cloud. Rob went back to his box as Jose snuck another hit. Rob placed 2 other shards in between his 2 fingers but this time covered a by a condom. The condom covered his entire hand with the 2 fingers at the tip of the condom. One of the shards was piercing the premade hole in the condom ever so slightly. R: ok we’re gonna try a baggie. Get ready bitch. Rob pushed Jose stomach flat on the bed and used his legs to spread Jose’s legs, leaving his hole wide open. A bit more lube placed on his hole and threw some T powder on the fingered condom. Rob pushed his fingers back into the man’s hole. Once inside, the 2 fingers snapped up the shards and pushed them through the tip of the condom into the deep end of the man’s ass. J: Ahh, its burning R: Don’t be a fucking bitch. Just get used to it. Once both shards had been crushed and pushed through, Rob pulled his fingers out and pealed off the condom and threw it aside. His fingers returned to the man’s hole and Jose moaned out with relief. As Rob finger fucked him, Jose was starting to moan like a good little whore. This made Rob get hard and made his dick bounce just thinking of how tight this man will be around his dick. J: oh yeah, keep them in. the fingers feel amazing. Rob moved his fingers inside the man and made him squeal in delight. R: Do you feel good? Yeah? Want to feel even better? Get up and turn around to me. Jose turned around and was hard as can be. His 7.5 uncut cock turned up at the tip. Rob thought to himself (internal) Damn, precumming already and no Tina dick. That’s real good. R: Good boy. Now take this bong and take the biggest hit you can and blow it on my dick. Rob drops his boxers off and kicks the underwear aside. The straight Jose was lost in the moment and not thinking. He processed really slow. Big hit…blow on his dick… Like so many straight men that are addicted to Tina, he was not stranger to sucking a dick once and a while to get what he needed. But he usually just stayed on the tip of the dick until they came. He starred right down at the 8.5 thick dick in front on him and he hoped that was how this was going to go. R: Go ahead and take a big one and blow it on my big one, stupid fuck. Jose told himself (internal) fuck it! He when down to his knees, grabbed the bong and took the biggest hit of the night and placed his mouth on Rob’s dick. Once his mouth opened, Rob pushed the entire head into Jose’s mouth. Smoke came out of the corner of his mouth. The dick was almost too thick to put in his mouth. This did not stop Rob from pushing it down his throat. Jose felt like he couldn’t breathe with the fucking in his mouth cutting off his air. As if he knew, Rob pulled out of Jose’s mouth R: Again. J: oh this is fun but it’s getting a little too gay for me. R: Again. I’m not gonna tell you a third time. Rob starred right into the Jose’s brown eyes so he knew he meant business. Rob’s eyes were jet black and filled with lust. Jose took another big hit and returned his mouth to Rob’s dick. Again Rob pushed his dick even further into the throat. Smoke came out of Jose’s nose. Rob pulls out. R: Go ahead and take another. Jose immediately took the hit but was pushed away when he tried to put his mouth back on Rob’s cock. R: Okay, so this is how we can go about this you asshole. 1. You can drink the rest of your Gatorade, close your eyes and wake up sore assed and still owe me my money. 2. You can get a bit higher and take my dick. Every inch you take I’ll forgive $50 of the money you owe me. You leave here a straight man that was tricked. Or 3. You can get even higher on my good stuff, take my cum like a good gay boy, and if YOU cum for me while getting fucked, you get invited back to work off more debt. So what is your decision? J: Help me get higher and I’ll let you fill me up with your cum and work off my debt but I don’t think I can cum. R: leave that to me gay boy. Assume the position and take your hits. J: Hey, I’m bi; not a gay boy. I don’t bottom. R: That hard dick says otherwise. Now turn around and show me that nice ass of yours. Jose turns around and bends over at the edge of the bed and spreads his legs. Rob gets behind Jose and grips his left ass cheek with his left hand and jerked his dark brown dick with his right hand. Rob starred at his prize. He starred at the tan lines the young buck had on his light brown body. From just above where his ass started to curve down to halfway past his thighs was a lighter shade of brown. It was almost comparatively white against his dark brown skin of his hand. (Smack) Jose jumps a bit as Rob pulls his hand away from the smooth ass with a hand print on one side. Rob stands up right behind Jose and moves forward until the tip of his dick touched the quivering hole. He did not advance but let the tip just sit there touching the hole. Jose started looking back at Rob starting to get scared. R: I told you to continue hitting the bong. (smack) Now both butt cheeks had a hand print. J: Ah, ok. Yes, sir. R: That’s right bitch. Flickering of the lighter told Rob that Jose was indeed hitting the bong once again. R: ok, now take another big hit and release it when I signal you to. J: what’s the signal? R: oh, you’ll know. Flicker, flicker, bubbling sounds. Rob went down to his knees behind the bottom and started licking his hole. Jose almost choked on his smoke and let it out with a moan. Rob was going to town eating that ass. It wasn’t long before he had his whole tongue going in and out of the wet hole. Once Jose finished the bowl, he handed the water bong back to Rob. R: Still finishing my shit I see. That’s okay. Today you earn it. Rob stood back up and got right behind Jose and grinded his dick against the smooth crack. J: I don’t know about this? Can I still get the Gatorade and black out? R: oh no baby. That ship has sailed. You can have a little bit but you are gonna work off your credit tonight. Tonight you will beg for my cum like the little gay whore you are becoming. Rob placed his head right at the entrance to the hole. J: I’ve never done this before. Please don’t make me do this. I’m not a bottom man. R: Not anymore! Rob shifted his weight forward and his tip popped into the tight virgin hole. Jose tried to buck to get away but Rob used his weight and strength to hold the fucker in place. Letting gravity pull him down into the bottom, slowly, he took an inch. Then another inch sank into the him. Jose was howling at Rob to “stop” and “take it out”, only to be answered with “just get used to it bitch”. At halfway into the tight ass, Rob stopped and went forward to speak to Jose’s ear. R: It all good. You’re almost there. You are half way. If I round up for being such a good sport about this, that’s $250 bucks you just got violated for. You ready for more? Rob pulls his dick almost all the way out and then slowly pushes back to his previous position. His dick hits resistance at the halfway mark again. Rob pulls almost all out again and slams it back in. He gets 2 more inches into the tight hole. Jose has tears in his eyes but does not cry out loud, not wanting to give his host the satisfaction. He had stopped pleading with this man that was in total control. Once again Rob is at Jose’s ear. R: you’re doing great. I’m almost all the way in. Jose’s hole gripped the length of Rob’s dick like a glove. It lets loose its grip and the invading dick takes the opportunity to push again. Jose gives a yelp. Rob bottoms out. Jose feels Rob’s balls against his skin. He cannot believe that he has that monster dick in him. He thought it would never fit. He reaches underneath himself and finds his dick. He is horrified to feel his full length hard and leaking precum. Rob reaches under the new bottom and feels his hard dick too. Still at Jose’s ear, he chuckles. R: Damn. You must be a natural to be that hard still with all that T. Relax, it doesn’t have to be unenjoyable for you. I like my bitches to cum when I fuck them. Jose’s dick throbbed at the little pep talk. Rob’s torso is now against Jose’s back. He pulls out and pushes back in. He slowly long dicks the new bottom. Rob starts to nibble at his Jose’s earlobe as he slow fucks his new bitch. This only makes Jose’s dick bounce with every nibble. Rob worked up a good sweat fucking and pulls all the way out. Jose moans as he feels so empty without the big dick in his hole. Rob just walks off and returns with a towel in one hand and the blue Gatorade in the other. Jose turns around and finally faces his new owner. He knew that he was now his property. He was the alpha. He was transfixed with Rob’s naked body. His muscles, his barely noticeable tan line from wearing tank undershirts. Then his spun mind took over even more and could not look away from his dick. It was standing straight out and him, pointing out the new bottom. Rob noticed the man’s gaze and chuckled to himself. R: I see that I’ve created a good little bitch that knows what he wants. He finished toweling off and throws the towel at Jose. After using the towel, it is thrown aside. Rob took a drink of the Gatorade and then throws it over to the his new play toy. Jose takes a gulp and another before throwing it back at Rob. R: hand me the bong. (received the bong.) Thanks. Rob refills the bowel with his top grade T again. He melts and hits is. Then hits it a second time. He hands it over to Jose. R: Here, you’ve earned it. My dick is not easy to take and you did it so fast. I thought I was gonna be here all night getting into that virgin hole. Well, not so virgin anymore. You’re doing great. Jose was once again transfixed on the hard dick in front of him. He hit the bong once, twice, and a third time. Each time Rob walking over a bit more. At the fourth hit, he knew what to do. He took a huge hit and leaned forward and blew it on the monster dick. This time more of the dick got in his mouth and down his throat. Rob tried to bottom out in his mouth but to no avail. So close he thought. Jose pulled off and takes another hit and blows on the brown meat. Rob pulled Jose up so they are standing face to face with their dicks grinding on each other. Rob took a big hit and pulled Jose into a kiss and shotguns his cloud to him. Lost in the moment, Jose started making out with his controller. Rob put his hands on the bottom’s chest and touches his pecks. He lingered his touch on the nipples and flicked them. This makes Jose moan. After a second shotgun, Rob pushed his bottom down on the bed. He lifted Jose’s legs up with one hand and puts his thumb into the bottoms hole. His thumb sinks in like a knife into butter. He bended down and spits on the hole. He lined his dick up with the hole and pushed right in past any resistance the hole was giving. Jose felt Robs balls on his taint and knew he was in balls deep. Rob slow fucked the light brown skinned man while holding his ankles with his left hand and jerked off the bottom. J: I’m close to cumming. Gawd, this feels so good. R: Not yet you aren’t. Rob released the ankles and placed the bottoms legs on his shoulders. He lifts his knee up on the bed so he can slam into the hole at an angle. This new angled thrusting pushed Jose off the edge and sends his dick into a twitching frenzy. Three spurts of cum shoot out of the twitching dick and the some cum just dribbled out, running down the side of his slightly curved dick. Rob used 2 fingers to scoop up the warm cum off the bottoms chest. He pulled his dick out and smeared the thick cum on the tip and down the topside. He pushed back into the bottom using his own cum as lube R: See told you you were gay. Just gay enough to cum for me. My turn. He returned to the same angle and fucked, harder this time. The sound of his balls slapping against the man’s ass echoed through the room. Without warning he pulled out and throws the bottom further up on the bed and turned him around. He pushed Jose head down ass up and got behind him. He spread the smooth legs apart until the hole is down to the right height. He thrusted in and out increasing in speed. After what seemed like an hour, Rob gripped the hips of the man in front of him and pushed in as far as he could go. Streams of cum shot inside Jose. He could feel the liquid coating his insides. Rob told Jose to stay put and pulled out. He walked over to his dresser and came back. Still somewhat hard, he pushed back into Jose. J: I thought we were done now. Jose started to feel warm inside. This was an unfamiliar feeling. It was kinda like cum but warmer. R: yeah, take my chem piss. Now you get really spun. I’m gonna pull out but you clinch down with your hole. … Now Rob pulled his dick out and replaced it readily with a butt plug. With the plug firmly in place, he got off the bed and looked down at his conquest. Jose turned over and faced the man that just fucked him. All that he could think about is how warm his insides felt, the tingling in his balls, and the twitchy emptiness of his hole. He starred up and met the gaze of Rob. R: oh yeah, look at those solid black eyes. You are really fucked up now. Rest up, if you can. (chuckles) Rob turned on some porn on this big screen tv on the wall. He sees Jose take notice of the porn and how mesmerized he became by the action on the screen. He watched how Jose was instinctively playing with himself and starting to get hard again. R: A natural. A fucking natural. You don’t mind if I call a friend over do you? Okay? Jerk your dick if you say yes. (chuckle) okay yes, it is. Rob walks over to his dresser and picks up his phone. He opens up a hookup site and places an add for "a newly bred straight man looking for all the cum he can get up his sweat little hole. ParTy Time." R: Hey sweet cheeks. You earned $500 to pay off your credit. I honestly thought you'd bitch out on me. But it’s gonna cost you to keep this party going. You don’t mind if you work that ass for more favs. It’s top shelf stuff. (chuckles) Jerk your dick and nod your head for yes. Jose is lost in a haze. The porn in front of him is taking almost all his attention. He hears Rob far away. He wants more favs and he just made some money. Sure he thought, more please! Jose licked his lips and continued to jerk his dick, watching the porn. He managed to nod his head yes before returning his attention back to he porn. R: okay great bitch. Haha, you cant even hear me right now you are so in the zone. I feel kinda bad because you were not prepared for the good stuff I brought out. You got pretty fucked up. You are gonna get even more fucked up.

I found the address easily enough then sat in my car feeling horrendously nervous, so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home a few times but, I knew deep down this was what I wanted, needed and that it was my destiny. The instructions were simple. 'The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread 'The gift' I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no-one is taking prep or any other oral precaution. Furthermore, it goes without saying that condoms are strictly prohibited. Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the apartment door it will be unlocked. Enter and make sure it's closed behind you. Remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If your a poz top breeder take a red wrist band. If your neg for breeding take a green wrist band. Then enter through the inner door. Lastly, I hope you all have a very productive and enjoyable experience. I will be attending but incognito' So, I stood naked inside the front door wearing my green wrist band. I was still nervous but more excited than apprehensive now. My cock was dripping precum but still flaccid due to my nervousness and my hole felt sensitive and ready for what I expected to be subjected to. I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. There was very little light inside the apartment but, I noticed my green wrist band was still just about visible. The windows must have been covered with something to block, as far as possible, the lights of the city. I could see people, or at least the shapes of people. I would say there were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of guys on their knees sucking cock and a two guys on the floor. One kneeling and another behind with a red wrist band rimming his hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood and the other guy turned him around and began fingering his arse. It was then a tall man, well over 6ft approached me. He was wearing a green band and, now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I could see disappointment in his eyes as he swa the band I was wearing. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. As we kissed the door from which I'd just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh. His cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing red. The guy I was with immediately lost interest in me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps between us. He looked at us and smilled "Ah, fresh meat" My companion reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomers hard pulsating member. At that exact moment I felt a hand cup my left arse cheek. I turned and saw an older black man. Probably in his late 50s with a grey goatee and shaven head. He was fairly well built too, a type I'd always found attractive. I turned and he took my left hand, showing green, in his right hand which had a red plastic band around its wrist. He pulled me close to him and I could feel his cock, hard, between us. "You come for some seed boy. Want to fornicate with a big fertile black man who will fertilise you, impregnate you. Is that what you want" My knees went week and blood rushed from my head to my hole and my cock. I actually felt faint and thought for a second I was unable.to stand. Luckily he was holding me tight. All I could do was nod and mumble "Yes" He kept hold of my hand and lead me to a small bedroom off to the side of the main room. There was a guy fucking another over the end of the bed. The guy being fucked was snivelling asking the top to stop as it was too painful. My guy pushed me down on my knees and offered his cock to my mouth which I greedily took inside. He was big, maybe 9 or 10 inches and thick. He tasted great. "I fucked another guy just now but didn't cum. You can taste his arse on my cock" It was a statement rather than a question. Whatever, I lived the taste and the smell. I looked up at his body and into his eyes. I thought, I want this guy to be the one who breeds me positive and to carry his seed. I cradled his his heavy balls as I sucked his member. By the weight they must be full of his poz sperm. As if he could read my thoughts he said "I haven't cum for five days so I have a big load and I'm going to fill your guts with it. Going to make you pregnant" With that he lifted me under my arms and pushed me back on the bed just as the guy on the end of the bed orgasmed into the other guys arse who was saying "oh god oh god you've really done it, oh god" My partner lifted my legs onto his shoulders and I could immediately feel the tip of his poz cock at the entrance to my neg hole. My hole seemed to realise what was about to happen and opened slightly to let him enter. Without any lubricant he pushed himself into me, past my sphincter and into my guts. It was painful. My body wasn't used to anyone with his girth. I feel his stretching my hole deep inside. I could envisage his cock tearing at the soft flesh, creating small fissures that would increase the liklihood of a successful insemination. He began to fuck faster now. He smelt wonderful. Testosterone sweat dripped off his head and body onto mine. Occasionally he would find my mouth with his and explore mine with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped and breathlessly to me to turn over. I did as I was told. Then as he pushed his cock hard inside me he grabbed both my wrists a pushed my arms up behind my back. "No escape now, daddies going to knock you up" His thrusts became even more intense. This was what I'd wanted, dreamed of fantasised about for years and it was finally happening. I was completely surrendering my body, my life to this man and his seed. He fucked me for at least another ten minutes, hard and fast. His cock like a giant piston at full RPM. Suddenly he said "I'm going to cum in you now, you ready for my load" "Yes please poz me, fuck me up, infect me" At that moment with one final thrust he ejaculated deep inside me. Rope after rope of his thick fertile poz seed was pumped into me. I can still remember exactly how it felt, that moment that changed my life.

Four years ago I had traveled to my favorite Mexican beach by myself. This romantic story starts there. I had been married to my husband for about 10 years by then. This coupling was far from romantic for me. Not the case for him, but that’s another story. Even though I had misgivings I went ahead with the wedding and marriage. I was in my late 50’s and figured he might be the best I could do. We had shared values, similar friends and got along fairly well despite his being a fire sign to my water. This created a lot of steam for me, but unfortunately never as sexual chemistry. A few years before the above mentioned solo trip to Mexico he had unenthusiastically agreed to opening our relationship so I could get my sexual needs met. I had learned that one of the clerks at the clothing store in front of our hotel gave messages on the side. I was very intrigued learning he had given one to an acquaintance which had culminated with a ‘happy ending’. I screwed up my courage and approached this clerk to book a message. He wondered who it was for and seemed shocked when I told him it was for me. He got over this quickly and we set a time for the next day. I suspect he was in his late twenties to my mid sixties. I’m fairly fit, a bit bearish and have been conistantly told I have a handsome face. He was a cute smooth Mexican with just the slightest remnant of baby fat on his otherwise fit body. On the way to his room had told me how much he loved his work. Once his hands went to work on my naked body this statement proved true with no words needed. He was soon out of his baggy shorts and his semi cock was placed where my hand could pleasure him as he expertly deeply worked my muscles. When it came to the hand job happy ending he was amazed that a man of my age shot such a volcano of cum. After I showered we each jerked off watching each other with delight. I gave him a generous tip. A year later I would bump into him on the naked beach. He had buffed up a bit, added a couple tasteful tattoos and he was clearly with a boyfriend that he was deeply enamoured with. I was both happy for him and disappointed for me. He made it clear that he remembered me and told me which resort he was now the masseur at. As tempting as it was I did not book an appointment. Fast forward to this winter. The first time I saw him was on the naked beach. He was preoccupied with picking up after his dog. He clearly kept up his gym routine, added more tasteful tattoos and adopted a mod haircut. I almost didn't recognize him and didn’t interrupt. My next sighting was at night on the street. My husband and a straight couple were at a table in front of an excellent fish barbeque restaurant. He walked past with his dog, but this time saw me and greeted me from a distance with a huge smile. Of course I smiled back and hoped I would be alone the next time we bumped into each other. I got my wish. He came up and joined me as I was having a morning coffee in front of my favorite coffee shop. We had a pleasant chat about his dog, our lives, and our work. I learned he was now single, had left his position at the hotel, and now combined message with his gay escorting business. This news was delivered with a wink! I was only wearing a sarong and worried that my hardening cock would make a fool out of me in this public setting. I lowered my voice and asked if he had any openings in the next few days. “I could fit you in tomorrow.” His usual smile, now muscle bulked body, darkly tanned skin and tattoos were a huge turn on. “How much, for an old guy like me?” “That all depends on what services you want. Do you want a simple hand job like last time, or might you want more?” Again, with his seductive wink. “More.” I shyly responded. “Do you want to top or bottom?” he casually asked. “Bottom.” I owned. “Great. I’d love to fuck you silver daddy!” I had to move my hands to cover my rock hard boner. “What about your safety practices?” I asked. “Anything goes.” He didn’t hesitate for even a split second. “So how much for you to bareback and breed me?” “1500 pesos. And believe me, once I’m in you I couldn’t pull out ‘til I load you up.” I was afraid I would shoot my wad right then and there. The next afternoon he met me naked when I arrived at his door. I was soon naked and receiving his expert message. It was as expert as usual. However, this time his hard cock was in my hand much sooner. The message of my butt cheeks now included deep penetrative fingers working oil into my hole. His full body message of my back with his bare chest progressed to his 6.5 inch raw errection continuing the job of his fingers. I knew I had died and gone to heaven. “Is this ok daddy?” he asked even though he knew the answer. “Absofuckenlutely!” my enthusiastic response. He didn’t need any more encouragement and gave me the greatest pounding of my life. After twenty minutes he sent shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear, “I’m very close. I don’t need to ask where you want my load do I?” I just nodded. To my surprise he pulled out, hopped off the table, tuned me over pulling my prone ass to the bottom of the table, mounted a foot stool and plunged his raw cock back into me. Smiling and winking he was soon blasting away deep inside me. I was now in an ecstatic place beyond heaven. I had a shower and paid him his 1500 pesos with a 500-peso tip. He tried to decline the tip, but I insisted. I didn’t see him for the next four days. Then he was at the same coffee shop when I arrived. He was not alone. In fact I could overhear him giving his sales pitch to a very fit mid-fifties gym bunny type. As they left he winked at me and I knew his new customer was in for a very good time indeed.

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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

By now my web had grown to 3, young-bodied, vers, poz athletes on one campus. I turned my eye onto the staff of both schools. I found some young professors who were interested in some group action with young men, but needed their respective campus. I had arranged a middle-aged prof, Jason, who had been wanting to bottom for a “son” for a long time. I was never interested in him, but we were always able to draw in prey together. But, that was in another life, before I pozzed. He never found out why I quit calling him. He, however, was over the moon to find out that I had 3 young athletic “sons” willing to breed some daddy asses if he knew of any willing to be at my house Saturday morning at 11. He had one more willing bottom Paul, who was married in his mid-40’s like Jason. They both just like cock a little more than their wives pussy. So, Saturday rolled around and I invited the boys over for a Daddy Breeding Party. I told the boys it was all good. All of the boys had tested positive, but i I assured them it was all good. Matt, Adam and Dave, Adam’s roommate, were all that Jason and Paul had hoped for, but little did they know of their positive outlook on life. The “Boys” as we came to call them ordered us to strip. We did. Jason was 42, married, 6’2, 190lbs, with a 5inch cock…Matt picked him and Jason wass thrilled to be drilled soon by Matt’s nearly 8inch dick. Jason was kneeling in front of Matt pulling out his thick cock and was soon bobbing his head up and down on the lad’s rod. Paul was being lorded over by Adam and his large rod just by the edge of the couch. Paul was 6 foot, 220, wrestler looking dude with tiny cock of 4.5”. Leaving me with Dave, Dave had a 7” stick that was as thick as a red bull can which looked odd on his twink frame. I don’t bottom often but when i do it’s for hung twinks. I had this boy sucking my large cock and fingering my daddy cunt. The 6 of us were in my living room with the shades drawn kissing, groping and slowly undressing each other. Jason was first to pull Matt’s 8” python out of his shorts with a loud exclamation he gobbled it down his throat. Matt stood over Jason like a proud son as his daddy sucked his massive cock. Matt urged him to suck his loaded tainted cock. Which Jason paid no heed to and slurped his way down to Matt’s poz fill nuts. Adam was still making out with Paul while he fingered Paul’s eager ass. Adam had two thick fingers in Paul’s slutty pussy by the time Adam was down there rimming Paul into an assgasm. Paul was begging for Adam’s rigid monster cock. Dave had my legs up in the air with his mouth on my anal ring with his tongue deep in my fuck chute. HE had me begging for his cock. It was hard to believe that just a short time ago. I pozzed two of these boys and in a few months time they have really come out of their shell. It made me wonder what all they have been up to. Oh, yes, the Outbreak on Campus at both schools. They must have just thought they had bad colds, but I knew better. They must have had some wild times in those few months. I begged Dave to fuck me as Jason and Paul were begging Matt and Adam to fuck them as well. We, three dads, finished getting completely naked and got on our knees along the front of the couch. I had taken the precaution of laying out some yoga mats and thick blankets to protect our elbows and knees. One by one the boys lubed up their sizeable cocks and aimed them at their daddy cunts. Matt slowly sank his cock into Jason. I could hear Jason beg him to fill him with his cock, but go slow as well. I heard Matt let out a sigh of relief when he hit bottom and his trimmed bush was nestled up on Jason’s ass, Adam did not go so easy on Paul. He slid his greased pole into Paul’s pussy in one motion taking the daddy’s breath away. Paul swore under his breath, but let out a loud refreshing breath when Adam stopped when hh all the way in. I lined Dave’s cock with my eager ass and before he knew what I was doing I was easing back onto his cock. He met me halfway. I let out a “fuck yeah, breed me boy”! When his cock hit my g-spot. Soon the sound of slapping flesh filled the room. As each boy drilled his daddy. Those boys had staying power as they power fucked each of us. They even switched by rotating over one ever few minutes till each dad had a cock full of each poz son. When the rotation ended and each dad had a ride on each boy that is when each boy fucked us hard. We had all moved to our backs and with our legs spread wide each lad jammed his tainted cock deep into us. I knew what was about to happen to Jason and Paul. They thought they were just getting bred by some hot oversized teenage college athlete cock, but I knew all three were vipers about to sting us. Well, not me, but I was about to get a recharge from a hot young venomous stud. Dave came in me first. I could feel his cock throb as it unleashed his torrent of deadly jizz into my willing ass. He lunged forward and locked his lips to mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. He shut 5 or 6 thick volleys of tainted cum into my womb as my cock exploded between our bodies leaving us a cummy mess that he licked as he disengaged from my cunt. Matt plowed Jason full of his toxic jizz. He slammed his thick member deep into Jason’s ass. I watched as Matt’s butt cheeks clenched as each thick load of cum creamed the inside of Jason’s negative ass walls. Jason pulled Matt to him and they met in the middle as Jason’s cock erupted covering them both in cum. Their tongues swirled, licking the spent load off the other’s body. Adam with his huge cock filled Paul with his lethal seed as he held Paul’s legs wide. He power drilled his daddy with deadly force with what seemed like 8 torrents of poz jizz into the bottom daddies ass. Paul erupted with a shot of cum that nearly flew 3 feet in the air. An orgasm with such force I had never seen before out of a mortal (non-porn) man. It landed on Adam, but Paul eagerly cleaned it off. We all collapsed in a pile in the middle of the living room I could feel Dave’s cum begin to leak from my well fucked bottom. When I felt a mouth on my ass it was Paul attempting to rim me. I got the idea to pull Jason over and the three of us made a daisy chain eating the tainted load out of the other's ass. By the end of afternoon, each daddy got a tainted load from each of the teenage college athlete sons. Jason and Paul never suspected it was my little Daddy Breeding Party that pozzed within a year they were both divorced and living as a breeding couple. As far as Matt, Adam and Dave…I created 3 stealthing monsters Joey I love feedback, hot chat, skype and getting off Hit me up

This Straight athlete from the nearby Christian College went out with his friends hoping to get laid, but got frustrated instead by the uptight Christian girls looking for the MRS degrees. He wanted to come over. We had been talking awhile. He had been curious since he was younger and he jacked off with an older dude in the gym shower. So, I convinced him to ditch his buddies and come over to my place and finally take the next step. So I left the door open for him to just walk in, get naked and get in bed ass up. I started with burying my tongue into that firm ass. I rimmed that perfect ass till spit was dripping across his balls and down his dick. Mixing with the leaking pre cum. I stroked his slippery dick he cluing on it at times or I’d lick his balls. Back to that sweet virgin hole. He was pushing back to get my tongue deeper. Using his pre cum I got a finger all wet and slid it in his wet hole. He moaned and thrusted back. He was comfortable with one finger. So I added another finger as I lubed up a third and his cock was rock hard and taking it all. You want more. “Hmmmm” he replied. After playing with his hole and dick for nearly an hour I was rock hard. I put the head of my poz cock against his hole. Pulling his ass back I slowly watch him take my death cock. I was balls deep in his virgin ass. The first cock in that straight hole was my death stinger. He loved it. He was smashing back enjoying the feeling of his tight getting used. I was close to cumming, fucking that hole. Just as my cock swelled. Ready to poz that hole. He pulled forward and shot his big load all my bed. As I filled his hole with my poz cum. Pink cum dripped down his crack, slowly over his balls, making his shaft glisten with both our juices. I moved down and started sucking his still extra hard dick. Before long his balls tighten and he covered my tongue with a second huge load of the night. He rolled over and fell asleep in my bed, my poz load simmering in his hole. He woke up the next morning just in time to get a second load from me before getting dressed and off to class. While my two poz loads percolated in his freshly cherry popped ass. hope you liked this one as much as I did. I can't decide if this is a one off or do a short series...what do you all think? Joey

I would extend my stay with this isolated tribe an extra three months, I was so deeply captivated by their gentle generous spirits. The tremendous amount of uninhibited and deeply fulfilling sex was definitely another factor. Although I would have romps from time to time with other men in the tribe I lived with their king, and it was him who mostly dominated my body and consistently flooded my ass with his life generating sperm. If he could have gotten me pregnant, he would have many times over. He was a brilliant man and excellent teacher. He slowly and gradually taught me their language, and his capacity to learn and master English was astounding. He shared freely and taught me about all the intricacies of their sheltered culture. He even shared the secrets of how they protected themselves and kept themselves cut off from the outside world. Their deep spirituality and rituals had much to do with this. The one scout that patrolled the perimeters of their territory was a central and key player in their isolation strategy. On the rare occasion that he would come across an outside male he would dominate them with the ritual of fucking their faces and forcing them to drink his sperm. Unbeknownst to these men the fluids would travel to their brain and cause them to forget the location they had found the scout in the jungle. This is why it had taken many years of searching before the one guide I had used to happen upon the tribal scout. Even then the scout had observed these men many times over the years, but his mere proximity would veer their course away from him and the isolated community. When I asked why I had been treated differently I learned how I had been the first person ever to be brought into the isolated community and why. Legend was that if an outsider that had drunk the scouts sperm impregnated another with his sperm within proximity of the isolated village that impregnated individual would gain the power to find and infiltrate the tribe. Seeing my guide breed me, the tribal scout knew he must take action immediately. That is why he sexually dominated me and filled my ass with his magic sperm to control me so the tribe could determine if I was a threat or not. The first ritual of cum loads down my throat and up my ass was to flood me with the communal spiritual nature of the tribe. The months of my time with the King was their ongoing careful discernment of my intentions. The King assured me that each day they grew more confident that my intentions were honourable and not a threat to their ongoing isolation. Before I could return to my outside world life there would be one more spiritual ritual with their tribal shaman that I still had not met. Every one of my daily activities had been reported to the shaman. He had the power to asses this information and was growing more comfortable each day that I might be ready to be sent back to my regular life. Two weeks later the three naked king assistants entered the hut to watch the king breed me for the last time. Even before the kings magnificent cock was removed from my dripping ass my hands were bound behind my back and I was blindfolded. I spent the next three hours being led through the dense jungle. Finally, the blindfold was removed, and I stood before the entrance to a cave. The three-assistance vanished into thin air and only then did an elderly man supported by a walking stick and wearing only a loin cloth walk out of the cave. He didn’t speak a word but I knew without a doubt that he was inviting me inside. I followed him in and was astounded by the beauty of the inner cave. A beautifully appointed room surrounded an emerald central pool of water. I was certain I was now in the presence of the tribal shaman, and I knew I never wanted to leave such a spiritually grounded being. He dipped an ornately etched silver goblet into the pool and offered me a drink of the most refreshing delicious cocktail I had ever tasted. My entire body filled with a comforting warmth and my mind began to spin with the best high, beyond my experience or imagination. I was led to a king-size bed and invited to lie down. The elderly, no ancient, shaman removed his lion cloth, climbed between my legs and slid his now ridged raw 12-inch erection into my waiting ass. There was no discomfort whatsoever! It was like silk meeting silk. I have no idea how long this love making continued and I didn’t care, it could last the rest of my life as far as I was concerned. I began to notice a blush on the sage’s shoulders which grew darker and darker. Then I could see he grew younger and younger as if magically transforming by a reversed time machine. Every few seconds more and more of his former handsome beauty was restored and the vigor of his fucking increased. How I was not being destroyed by the power of his thrusts was beyond my understanding. By the time he was returned to his mid-twenties virility, stature and unbelievable good looks he began to climax deep within my being. I could feel the ambrosia of his life force flooding my guts, then stomach, working its way through my entire system until it encompassed an embraced my entire brain. It took a full ten minutes for both of us to regain our breath. I too had convulsed with the most intense orgasm. After he gently pulled out, he led me for a dip in the magic pool. Here my skin felt as if it was sparkling with cleansing electricity and he returned to his ancient body form. Once again we drank from the magic pool this time reclining in the most comfortable hanging chairs. Without words we had the most intense conversation. He was deeply curious about what I had seen and heard during my time with his community. He listened with such gentle attentiveness. He caringly negotiated with me the terms of my return to the outside world. He never forced his conditions patiently having us come to mutually agreed upon parameters. I was in 100 percent agreement before we shook hands in a gentleman’s agreement. The conditions? I would never write a paper about my anthropological finds, in fact I would emerge with total amnesia about my encounter with his isolated tribe. The only memories I would be taking back to the outside world would be a vague and satisfying memory of the magnificent sexual encounters; the memories I have written about here. I would even forget the deep and meaningful relationships I had developed, even that with their king. Every word of their vocabulary would disappear. Every connection of the sex to their deep spiritual rituals would be gone. After the handshake I was led back to the king-size bed and lovingly ravished once more. Once again, the revers time machine worked it’s magic on his ancient body. Once again, his precious liquids filled and claimed my body and mind. This time to the point I lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was naked, prone and hanging in the sling of one of my favorite bath houses back home. A stunning mid-forties bear was pulling his deflating thick naked cock out of my dripping ass hole. A group of 10 hunky men stood watching with lustful hunger in their eyes. As each of them took their turn fucking and breading me I had no recollection of what you have just read. Six months of my life had disappeared into complete amnesia. I couldn’t even remember my research project and all records of the funding or plans had totally disappeared. But I felt no remorse. In fact I had never felt more content, happy and fulfilled, a deep peace, meaning and purpose that would sustain me for the rest of my life. Oh, yeah, and my vigorous and active sex life never abated orabandoned me. It was as if I had magically been transformed into an enticing sexual magnet.

your wish is my command Hi, I am Ron. I am a 35 year old, POZ, I live near a small Christian college and another mid-sized university in Oklahoma. I take immense pleasure in turning out, breeding and knocking up undergrad male athletes from the local colleges. I pozzed when I was 23, but that is a story for another time. I put myself out there on all the sites. I don’t cover up my poz status, but I don’t advertise it either. I may say things like “pozitively fun” or “always looking for the pozitive”. I would say 1 out of ten catches it and asks about it, and more often than not that guy is a chaser. While I will still fuck him. It does take some of the fun out of it. This little tryst happened right after my “Christian Athlete” Matt, stopped over after that night of full blown pozzing about 4 weeks ago. You know you read that story and jerked off to it. I got back on Sniffies looking for a college jock sub2. I wanted a hung boy. I wanted him to be a super spreading versTop when we were done. I found a couple bi boys and chatted with them. They all wanted to come to me, all tops, most just wanted head, a few were open to little more, but I found one that was perfect. He was just looking for a blowjob and I was all too willing to give him one. He liked my dad bod, little did he know I was going to be knocking hing up with my poz babies Just as soon as he let me. We made arrangements for Friday night when the local Christian college drops their curfew for the weekend meaning he could stay out as late as he wanted. His name was Adam. He stood just over 6 foot tall, 8,5 inch cock, a fine fur covered his body with a true swimmer's build. He had a great head full of dark blond hair, but his cock was magnificent. I knew if I could convert him. He would breed hundreds. He was my next challenge. He darkened my door right on time at 8pm on Friday night. He came in. I offered him a beer. He chugged it obviously wanting to get down to business. I got on my knees and slowly slid his gym shorts down his thick muscular legs while sucking on his the knob of his cock through his jock. He moaned his approval, but urged me to go slow; he did not want to cum too fast. I asked if I could eat his ass. He thought for a moment and said that is all I was going to do to his ass. I agreed with no intention of keeping my word. I could tell he walked to my home from across campus, but that did not deter me from devouring his hole. I lapped at his hole, pushed my tongue passed his anal ring. I freed his cock from his jock and took turns licking his ass and sucking his oversized I soon had him begging for more. So I slipped a finger into his hole roughing it up a bit. I bobbed on his cock while I fingered his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and forced my mouth down on his cock. I did not want him to cum from my mouth. So, I backed off his thick cock, and I added a second finger to his ass. I could feel his ass open up for me. His eyes shot open and he mouthed “fuck me”. I made him repeat himself. He said it a little louder, “fuck me”. I spit on my cock and lined it up with his soon-to-be-pozzed ass. His 8.5 cock just out from his body, and did not lose its stiffness as I sank my death cock into his willing but unsuspecting hole. I sank into Adam’s ass until he could feel my daddy bush on his college ass. When I was deep in his ass. His ass opened up for me like he was a natural bottom. I could see pink streaks appear on my cock. I knew I had him ready for my tainted load. He started to jack his large cock, but I made him stop. I told him I wanted him to cum hands-free. He had a shocked look on his face, but I assured him it was possible. I buried my stiff cock in his ass, and he got that look on his face and he finally understood what I was talking about. His cock lurched and I continued to slam my cock in once virgin ass. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, as he fought the urge to jerk his thick rod. I leaned in for a kiss and unlike most straight boys I deflower he did not recoil. I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt my orgasm quickly reaching its boiling point. His breathing was ragged and I could tell he was close. I drove my cock deep into his for now negative ass, and came with a five day old load force into his ass. His cock exploded all over his chest. I love it when young guys cum they do it with such force. A stream of cum poured out of his cock hitting him in the face. I licked it off and shared it with him. He sucked his cum off of my tongue. My infected load filled his ass. I slowly pulled my still hard cock out of his ass it was covered in in pink cum. I quickly shoved it down his throat. I was not going to give him the opportunity to deny my request. He eagerly cleaned it off. I softened a little. h/e asked if I got hard again, could I fuck him one more time that night. He left with 3 poz loads in his ass. I heard from him about 3 months later after he and his formerly straight roommate tested positive. He wanted to make sure I was OK. I guess there was an outbreak on campus More to Cum Always looking to chat or skype with the right guys Joey bareback bottom looking to be bred

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I had a grindr hook up with a hot hung aussie man that lasted 3 days. We did some coke and a lot of K. After a few hours we invited another man over to double fuck me stretching my hole and second hole wide open until the both breed me at the same time. The other guy pulled out as soon as he came then left while the Aussie man flipped me onto my back with my feet against his shoulder fucking me ass to mouth. High on K I was convinced that I was getting fucked my the devil and I loved it. He told me that he is going to fist me and I said fuck yeah. He blew some k into my hole and lubed both of his fists and forearms. One fist slowly slipped in and out of my hole with no resistance then the other a little bit deeper each time. Rotaing his fist in my hole and fingering my second hole he pulled out his clenched fist and punch fucked me harder, faster and deeper and we had only just begun

He is also associated with a group that is suing the FDA because a new version of the polio vaccine was not placebo tested! That's despite the fact that such a trial would be unethical and it is standard practice to trial against an existing vaccine when one exists. Kennedy isn't interested in safety. He's out to eliminate vaccines. Of course, at this point, the COVID vaccines have received far more testing than they ever would undergo in a conventional trial. So, he should just shut up instead of trying to deny everyone else lifesaving vaccines.

Polio is caused by a virus, and certainly not by agricultural chemicals. We can be certain of the latter because polio was around before agricultural chemicals were invented. Please don't post absurd theories like that (you know who you are); they're against the rules (false statements/conspiracy theories) and I'll have to whack you with the ugly stick. While verifying my facts for this post, I discovered something I didn't know: polio epidemics weren't a thing until modern germ theory and the concomitant rise of sanitation happened. Check out the Wikipedia entry under "Epidemiology" if you're curious. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polio

My name is Nick and I own what a lot of people call the Bareback Bunkhouse (or BBBH for short – like the Twitter tag for barebacking). I purchased a somewhat rundown brownstone in Harlem a few years ago when the market had crashed after "The Great Recession". It's a big ark of a place – 5 floors, 25 feet wide. This West Indian family owned it before me. They owned it for something like 60 years – generations of their family passed through the place. But they kept it in fairly good condition. I had always dreamed of having a fuck house that was filled with cumdump bottoms where tops could just stop by and breed hole 24/7/365. I mean I love sex and just want to be surrounded by it constantly – and that's what I've created with this place. I can find ass when ever I wanna top, and usually find dick whenever I feel like getting fucked – all without leaving my house. Needless to say the health authorities hate me because it's a private home, which means they can't regulate it. It's legally a two family building. I leave the ground floor apartment unrented and just use it for sex parties – which happen 4 or 5 times a week. They're free, but invite-only. You have to fuck a few of my cumdumps 1-on-1 to get an invite – or better yet, just fuck me Upstairs there are 4 floors and it's operated a bit like a flophouse. The parlor floor has the common space – living room, dining room and kitchen. Then there are three floors of bedrooms above that – each with a bathroom, two big bedrooms and a tiny bedroom room that was originally intended for nanny's (when rich white people lived in Harlem). I kept half of the top floor for myself – a big bedroom and a bathroom. That leaves 5 big bedrooms and three little ones for the cumdumps. I manage to skirt the rent law because all the guys who live here are my "roommates", not tenants. That means if I want them out I can give them 2 week notice and they're gone. Usually it goes pretty smoothly. My "roommates" don't get their own private space. To live in the house you have to basically dedicate your life to getting fucked. You get a lockable closet where you can store your stuff, and otherwise the boys are expected to be naked and ready to get fucked most hours of the day. They sleep wherever they can find an empty bed. Only the top floor bedrooms are quiet zones that are off-limits to visitors. If they boys can't find an empty bed on the top floor, then they'll probably be woken up by fucking in the next bed or (better yet) a hard cock sliding into their hole by some random top who wandered into the house. It's a fantasy for a lot of guys, but most of the guys burn out after a few months, but a few find that it suits them – that deep down they really are just cumdumps. I try to keep about 10 to 15 cumdumps in the house at any given time. Most will be full time "roommates" but I also get a pretty steady flow of tourists who come for a few days or a week of getting fucked. It also means that there literally is a cumdump available to take a load any time of the day (usually more than one is available). And that's why the City hates me – I'm essentially a free brothel. Even straight guys come here since a quickie pump-n-dump at my place is way easier than finding pussy. But instead of the tops paying, the bottoms pay. But since they're just paying rent, it's not illegal. But I do try to not raise too many alarm bells with the City. I usually go for neg guys on PrEP since a lot of the straight tops don't understand that poz undetectable guys aren't really all that dangerous to fuck. And I have a private doctor who comes in for regular testing and to do the 3 month PrEP check-ups (I include doctor visits the boys' rent – though the doctor does bill their insurance). We test all the guys at once, and it's worked really well, until the last round of tests… We did routine tests a couple weeks ago and one of the boys, Mike, turned up poz. He's a nasty-minded little fucker who's one of the ones who's really well suited for living life as a cumdump. He's been living here for a year and a half and he's one of my favorite bottoms to fuck, and his dick feels incredible in my ass. And OMG! He shoots the biggest loads you can imagine. I mean he literally floods guys' asses. But he's not just a slut – he's also really responsible, which is surprising given that he's young – I've just never had any problem with him. Thing is, we haven't actually told Mike he's poz – I wanted more information before breaking the news. But I did ask if he's been taking his PrEP every day. He says yes, and I believe him. You see the issue is that Mike is vers. He'll fuck just about anything that moves and loves giving loads as much as taking them. He fucks and breeds every guy in the house pretty regularly, and a lot of the "visitors" as well. His favorite thing is to talk tops into taking his load in their ass – even if it means he just jacks off and sticks the head of his dick in their hole as he's cumming. He's so cute and adorable it's amazing how many "total tops" he can get to take his load – they're all in love with him and think it's "safe" since he's on PrEP. I'm worried that Mike could have infected a lot of guys, so I wanted to understand how bad the problem was before telling anyone. Hell, I wanted to know if he'd infected me. I had the doc test the other boys (and me) with a more sensitive HIV test, and look more closely at Mike's strain to see if it's meds resistant or not. The news just came back and it's bad. Me and 9 other guys are poz. Two are 'indeterminate', and as you might expect after hearing those numbers, Mike's strain is Truvada-resistant. It's sorta a worst case scenario. I'm really sorta confused – how did this happen with all the guys on PrEP, and why didn't we catch it sooner? I mean I have the guys tested monthly for STDs and every three months for HIV. How did it spread so quickly? I mean I should be in shock about finding out I'm poz – I thought I was pretty safe on PrEP, but the problem is bigger than just me – literally everyone in the house is high viral load poz right now (except maybe the two "indeterminate" guys, but I'm not hopeful with them). And besides the 12 guys here in the house, there are all the tops Mike has fucked and the bottoms those guys have fucked. So now I'm worried about what the City will do. You know they'll find out. Should I shut the house down? Should I just ignore the problem? I'm not really sure. But clearly I need to talk things over with the guys… [To be continued…]

Tom and I had chatted on Manhunt. The purely physical aside, he was a bit more direct than many guys with whom I had chatted as he asked me upfront about my status, and, of course, being the bastard that I am, I lied, saying neg (and routinely tested at three month intervals). He agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the campus of Carnegie Mellon, where he attended graduate school. Since the University is a short walk from my house, and I am well familiar with the campus, I arrived before he did. The moment I saw him, my dick started twitching. Tom was about 24 years old, 5'9, about 150 pounds, brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and sporting a soul patch and patch of beard on his chin. He was really fuckin’ cute. Oh yeah, just so you have a relatively complete picture, I'm 6', 190 pounds, jet black short hair, am well-muscled. I have one of those perpetual five o’clock shadows that are so much in vogue these days. I also have a passion for breeding boyish men, especially if they are neg and unsuspecting. As we talked, I charmed him and, in short order, it took little time to convince him that we should go back to his place, ostensibly to talk. Within 30 seconds of entering his apartment, I had kicked off my boots, yanked off my shirt and shucked my Levis. No underwear here. Naked except for my socks, my dick fully hard, the slit copiously oozing charged precum, I moved towards him. Tom looked stunned. "Wait, you're moving too fast!" he said. “I gotta have you, buddy” was my retort. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and squeezed, making him gasp. I grasped the hair at the back of his head, and crushed his mouth against mine, licking his lips and teeth with broad strokes. He half resisted me at first, but the resistance was brief. When I got his teeth parted, I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth, and he melted into my grasp. I could feel his dick hardening though his jeans as I pressed my thigh against his crotch. As we kissed I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait!" he whispered. "No" I whispered back, as his shirt opened. He struggled against me, which turned me on more, even though there was no chance he could get away from me. Getting his jeans off his bony ass was child’s play, but I admit getting his underwear off was a bit of a challenge, but one I’ve played-out more than once, so soon enough I had him totally naked, in my arms, and we were headed towards his bed before he knew it. I fell forward onto his bed, crushing him beneath me. Rolling him on his belly, I forced his legs apart with mine. Rearing up a bit, I spread his ass and, by sliding my very excited cock between his cheeks, liberally painted his exposed neg asshole with my poz precum. I pressed my cock head against his hole, one hand between his shoulder blades holding him down, I began to push. "Don't." he said " I don't get fucked". How often I’ve heard that claim! Could it be I'd gotten especially lucky – that he was virgin as well as neg? Well, this was not the time to ask. Ample spit served as a perfunctory lube as I continued nudging my death stick inside him. When the head popped in, he groaned loudly, his eyes frozen in pain. I briefly considered the advantages of lube, but decided to press my advantage, so I rammed all 8" of my dick deep inside him, causing him to scream even louder. Laying on top on him, my death stick buried to the hilt in his tight spasming ass, I whispered "Oh, baby, you turn me on." I proceed to fuck him, enjoying the feel of his hole spasming each time I thrust into him, going faster as his hole stretched more, until finally I was really pounding his hole. I stopped and pulled out, and looked at the blood on my throbbing dick. This turned me on even more because I then knew he had been a virgin, and I knew that when I shot my charged load in him, it would likely be absorbed directly into his blood. Before he could act, I flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him, immediately picking up my gut-busting rhythm. I loved watching grimaces play on his tear-streaked face each time I rammed into him. Still in him, I leaned down and whispered in his face "Know what, Tom? I lied. I'm poz, and I'm not on meds." For a moment he froze, a look of shock on his face. Shock was replaced almost immediately by fear. Then he panicked, struggling in vain to get away from me, begging and pleading for me to pull out. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him. It didn't take long for him to tire, his struggles less violent, though he continued to beg me to pull out. I asked if he'd even though the fuck that took his cherry would also be the fuck which pozzed his ass, which to my delight resulted in renewed struggles from Tom. I began furiously pounding his ass, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm. As I felt my balls begin to tighten, I slowed a bit, and whispered to him, each word punctuated by a thrust, "Here… comes… my load!" I rammed in deep, splattering my charged load inside his raped hole, as Tom's groans pealed deliciously in my ears. With each shot of cum, my orgasm seemed to ripple throughout my entire body. I felt as if I'd never stop shooting charged cum in him, but at last I did. After my tumescent cock slipped from his raped hole, I got up and pulled my clothing on. Hollowly, he asked me how I could do that him. I smiled, and told him that I liked introduce men to unprotected sex, a practice that I was sure he would cultivate in the future. He lay there silently - I assume trying to absorb my philosophy. Of course, his body was busy absorbing my poz cum. Fully dressed, I left his apartment. Sweet success.

@1hornyjohn is absolutely correct. Most importantly, you cannot just walk into a pharmacy (US), chemist (UK), or whatever the equivalent is in other places and say you'd like to order a month's supply of <whatever>. An HIV specialist needs to run substantial lab work on you, to determine what your viral load is, what your T-cell count is, how well your kidneys, liver, and other organs are functioning, whether or not you have pre-diabetes or diabetes, your heart and lung function, and so forth. With that data they can narrow down to the best choice of medication for you. For instance, if you already have impaired kidney function (you wouldn't realize it, necessarily, but the lab tests would show it), then the doctor would want to avoid certain treatments that are harsher on the kidneys.

Thank you. I get such enjoyment from dreaming them up and sharing.

Around 7am this morning I fucked a young Pakistani guy who likes to come by on his way to work at the airport. I have fucked him several times over the last 2 years and he loves it. He's engaged now and his girlfriend and his family have no idea he takes it up the arse and doesn't bother about protection. I asked him if he was on Prep once and he said "What's that?" One of my friends from Germany is staying with me for a few days, so we both took a turn on the Pakistani lad. He sucked us both for a while then pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the settee. I went up him first and fucked for a while and then my friend took over. We took turns on him for a while and then we both shot our loads up him one after the other. He pulled up his pants and went off to work quite happily - two loads of cum up his tight, hairy arse!

I gather you were not a sexually active adult in the late 1980's....

I have filmed... 1st time was without his knowing, 2nd time with his knowing (same guy... poz too). Sadly I lost the footage due to an unfortunate rain shower and I didn't back up the cloud. 3rd and final time, I was on the receiving end of a 3some that was supposed to pay for my semester of college but they didn't pay up the full amount. I imagine the footage is still out there, somewhere, but whatever. I ended having to bend over and take it for another year (not as fun as it sounds as I was probably at my lowest point while trying to earn a teacher job...) Maybe I'll write a story of it and see what you all think. 🤔

With most vaccines, their history of success is enough info for all adults & parents to justify the proven miniscule risk. Polio 🧐, the vaccine has saved MILLIONS. Smallpox had been eliminated worldwide until people stopped getting vaccinated - we have a recurrence. Influenza vaccines have saved untold elderly & immunosuppressed people from extremely painful illness & DEATH. People NATURALLY turn to proven results rather than knee-jerk ramblings of a person, RFK, with an agenda that could actually be beneficial to societal health.

Polio is caused by a virus, the Polio Virus to be exact, so how exactly does agricultural chemicals cause a virus?

But we want to avoid throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Yes, we need to eliminate the profit oriented lies, half truths that are in our knowledge base but should we , perhaps out of frustration that the robber baron corporatists have been imposing on us, deny the basics and foundation of our modern understanding of medical science and knowledge. Can it be denied that if where it not for vaccines, in our recent history, majority of the human population would have struggled with a lot of more disease and death than we did since the acceptance and use of Vaccines as a way of preventing some disease. Vaccines are safe. The human population has shown to use vaccines without any adverse effect. I and majority of the guys on here, I believe, are all ears and up for it.

God, who remembers the Coral Sands? Pig paradise on earth, with chems thrown in!

Had to go out of town for a wedding, made a quick detour to an adult theatre, this one is in the middle of nowhere good for nice redneck daddies, it has a theatre and an arcade, I paid my fee and entered the theatre. Load #1 as soon as I entered i made eye contact with a mid forties beefy dad type wearing gym shorts and a sweater. Salt and pepper beard balding at the top, looked like the hot married beefy dads at the gym. He was immediately on his knees sucking my cock, he did a favorable job but it takes me hours to cum from getting sucked. He slowed down so I brought him up for a passionate kiss. As we made out i stripped my clothes off and next thing he knows I'm on my knees sucking his 6 inch average cut hard cock. I sucked him like that for 5 mins before we started making out again. I bent over the couch and he proceeded to pound my hole bare with purpose, and two minutes later he was breeding my hole. I cleaned him off and he was gone before I could gather my clothes. Load #2: Before I got dressed i noticed a hot early 50s bald daddy with gray gotee, work shirt, cowboy boots with blue jeans down to his ankles working his hard 6.5 thick cut cock with his hands. I immediately was on my knees to suck that Purdy cock. And he had that sweaty diesel smell that turns me on for some reason. After sucking him as he was seated almost off the couch, I stood up and mounted him and squat fucked him so I could see his face. Unable to get him off like that with my legs giving out from the few minutes of squats, I had him stand up. I'm a pretty big guy afterall. Me sitting on the couch once again i got him close sucking and we he got close, I stood up and took his load in my hole. Load#3 Happened in the arcade, early 50s married average accountant looking daddy gray gotee receding short hair line glasses in a sweater sitting in an arcade booth. Just wanted to suck me, so he did for a while, he was not good you could tell he was a beginner. I let him get some practice and played with his nipples until I was able to get on my knees and suck off his 6 inch cut cock, his precum was gushing it was more precum than most guys loads, he didn't have much of a load though. Alot of other play sessions but no loads. One bald chubby smooth trucker type, had a nice cock like 8 inches I sucked it for like 15 mins and then he bent over after I started fingerings his hole, I immediately dove face first into the hole until my own cock got hard, and I proceeded to pound his hole mercilessly for 20 mins in the arcade with him bent over. He eventually tapped out, and when I went back to the theatre there was a delightful married chubby grandpa, looked like caroll o'connor, there that savored on my 7in thick cut cock for a good 20 minutes. Load#4: I sucked off a 30s skinny dude, was sucking on a hot hairy like an ape gotee bald daddy with a 8 inch cut, everytime he would get close he pass to the kid, unfortunately I never got the daddy load after the kid came on my face Was running out of time at this point and needed to cum myself. In walks a chubby daddybear 60s with a bushy white beard, and a bald head but longish hair around the horseshoe. Reminded me of an off-season santa with a huge round solid butt. He sucked me hard quick in the theatre within a minute of getting there. I bent him over the couch and proceed to give him my 7in cut cock hard and fast pounding. He was quickly begging to be bred and after 4 mins of pounding i gave him my 3 day load.

It was my second visit to the Fort, a sleazy pub in London which held naked days on Wednesdays, and where I began my descent into depravity when I was fucked in the sling in full view of the bar. As I remember it, the bar was dark, the music was loud, and the room smelled with the body odour from the many old trolls lounging naked at the bar. I removed my clothing, storing them ia locker, then walked naked to the bar area where I ordered a drink. Numerous pairs of eyes glittered in the dim light as they scanned my body. Naturally I was nervous, and still unsure of what I was doing. As I turned from the bar and moved towards the far wall, a man walked past me and stroked my bottom in passing. I turned and he gave me a smile. His face was swarthy, with deeply sunken cheeks and his body was quite muscular, his veins clearly protruding. "Nice arse," he remarked in a clearly Italian accent. "Thanks," I replied. His body was so obviously wasted it made me shiver with fear and excitement. "Want to have some fun with me?" he asked. I had to ask, "Are..are you poz?" Again he smiled answering "Yes, of course. Twenty years now. Come and play," as he led me over to a corner, gesturing at a couple of empty bar stools, asking " You kinda new here, eh?" "Second time here," I admitted. "Then you should get plenty of cock. A fresh boy like you. Still neg?" I nodded, and he shrugged as if to say not for long and then said "Raise your legs and show me your hole." I leaned back and managed to raise my legs almost to my chest. He gently fingered my slit and poked the tip of his finger into it, urging "Push it open, Try to suck it in. The guys like it nice and puffy." I gasped as his finger slid into my hole, definitely glad I had pre-lubed myself when I undressed. He probed in and out, at the same time offering me a bottle of poppers. I sniffed deeply, and felt the familiar melting rush. I half-noticed some guys moving closer to get better view, and my new friend winked at them as his fingers opened me up. I looked down and saw he had an erection, and a thick drool of precum was hanging from the mushroom shaped head. I took another sniff of poppers and suddenly, in a matter of fact way like a dog mounting a bitch, he removed his finger, pushed his hips forward and slid his slimy, toxic cock up into my rectum. I gasped with shock, but he crouched over me, shoving the finger which had been up my hole into my mouth as he thrust his cock in and out, grunting "Take it! It's what you came here for, isn't it?" There were several men clustering round us now, and someone supported my shoulders and two more held my legs up as the Italian man slid sensuously in and out of my arse. "Very nice!" he remarked, but not yet. I will maybe make you pregnant later maybe, eh?" With that, he slid out of me and stepped back. I was thoroughly excited, and my hole, gaping. The guys lowered my legs, and the Italian gestured for me to bend forward over the stool. I complied and he fed his slimy cock into my mouth, asking the general question "Okay, guys,, who's going to be first to knock up my little slut?" I felt strong fingers pull my arse cheeks apart, and a short, thick cock opened me up further, then slid up inside me. I looked over my shoulder to see a fat, middle aged man dripping with sweat as he started to fuck me, but the the Italian clearly was in charge of matters as he slapped my face, positioning my mouth to take care of his cock. "No, no," he almost cooed, urging "You just keep sucking. You don't need to see who in your hole, or, for that matter, who knocks you up." I felt the fat man grunt and shiver as his throbbing cock unloaded in me. When he withdrew his warm sperm ran down my balls. Another cock immediately began it's journey into my rectum, but this time I had learned my lesson: like a good slut I didn't look round this time, nor did I check out the series of men who mated with me. One after the other the men kept cumming until the sperm overflowed from my puffy arsehole. The Italian man, all the while, stroked my hair, reminding me what a good boy I was....

Anyone who has stupid shit to say about Fauci is a moron, and RFK Jr is a fucking anti-vaxx crackpot. If any of you who are under 35 spout this nonsense you should sit down with some of the guys my age (59). Oh. Wait. You can't do that. Because they're ALL FUCKING DEAD. I've had it with this ridiculous anti-science bullshit. When NO ONE else would listen to us, Fauci would. HE was the one who went to bat for us (with pressure from ACTUP for sure) and got research into HIV moving. He is a true American hero. He doesn't deserve this anti-vaxx Covid bullshit to tarnish his career. He's an old man. He deserves a good retirement.

I, for some reason produce copious amounts of this stuff. In fact, I’ve never needed to use lube to get fucked, just spit and stick. By copious, I literally mean that the floor will be wet under the sling, and the more turned on I get, the more I make. And God help us if I’ve slammed, then I might as well have an internal j lube pump running nonstop. For FF, I do use lube, but that’s the only time I don’t just rely on my mankuntsnot.

Hey, my name is Myles and it looks like I've caused way more drama than I ever intended… But let me back up and start by saying I'm a top who's fantasized about getting pozzed for a really long time – mostly 'cause, in my mind, being able to infect someone is the pinnacle of what it means to be a top. It's the ultimate way to dominate someone sexually. More and more bottoms are letting guys fuck them raw and cum in their asses. It would be so hot to be shooting toxic loads and knock them up as I breed their ass! Thing is, while I really wanna to be a toxic poz top, I hate getting fucked, and getting fucked is the only sure-fire way to get pozzed. I was fucking every slutty bottom I could find, but could never manage to get knocked up. It was frustrating – being a top just isn't risky enough. I'd fantasize about pozzing bottoms as I blew my load in their ass, but deep down I knew I was firing blanks. Then I met this guy named Mike. He lives in what's basically a free whore house. You can go there any time and find ass to fuck. Anyway, he LOVED taking loads, but he also liked getting his load in guys – especially in tops. It was a challenge for him to see if he could get total tops like me to walk away with his cum in their ass. In hindsight he sorta understood me better than I understood myself. He talked me into it by saying "Don't worry, I won't fuck you. I'll just jack off and when I'm just about to cum I'll stick just the head of my dick in your hole. It won't hurt at all. I promise." I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of that myself – it sorta seemed like the perfect solution for a top like me who wanted to take loads and get pozzed, but didn't want to get fucked. I let him blow his load in me and as I walked away that night there were all sorts of emotions flowing through me. I was excited, but a bit scared too. I mean I just took a load from one of NY's top cumdumps. What does it mean to be a cumdump's cumdump? Yeah, I wanted to get pozzed, but until that night it wasn't really something that seemed like a real possibility. And I realized I didn't even ask his status… I went back a few days later to breed him and he "jack off'd" another load into my ass. After he blew his load I asked about his status and he laughed and said "A bit late to be asking that question… but to answer it – I'm on PrEP". While I was excited to be taking loads, hearing he was on PrEP was a bit of a let down. The other thing that sorta held me back from bottoming for just anyone was that when I got pozzed I wanted to know who pozzed me and have a connection with him. I wanted it to be someone special – like Mike, actually. I knew I was never going to have more than a sexual relationship with him, but he was the type of guy who was like the Pied Piper – he just made you feel special. Of course it didn't hurt that he was totally my type. But from the looks of it he was never going to make me poz – he probably didn't even want to be poz. The whole situation was sorta frustrating me a bit and then one night I went over to fuck him and he was playing with this hunky Latino. It was hot seeing Mike get pounded. The other top "played well" and we tag teamed Mike's ass for 20 or 30 minutes. I blew my load in him and stayed there a bit watching the Latino fuck him. I could tell the top was getting close and just before he blew he asked Mike "You want my dirty load, pig?" And Mike replied with an enthusiastic "Sí Papi!" The wheels started turning in my head – was this guy toxic? Had Mike just taken an infectious load? When the top caught his breath I timidly asked him "So 'dirty load' – does that mean you're toxic?" He looked at Mike and replied, "Ah shit, I thought I was being discreet…" Looking at me… "Yeah, poz and not on meds. Sorry I let that slip, Mike doesn't want other guys knowing he gets into poz stuff…" The two of them could tell I was totally turned on by Mike taking a toxic load. Even though I'd just cum, my dick was completely hard and I said "I wanna fuck him with your load in his ass". Mike's ass usually has a few loads in it and it almost always feels really silky and wonderful, but knowing that at least one of those loads was high viral was a huge turn on for me. As I fucked him I was whispering in his ear "So you're a bug chaser, eh?" "Yeah…" he replied sheepishly. I told him "It's a huge turn on that you wanna become poz. I wish you'd go off PrEP. I'd totally continue to take loads from you. It would be hot if I got it from you." While I was fucking him he played along with my fantasy – "Yeah, it'd be hot knocking you up. I'd love to be able to poz total tops – it's why I try so hard to get my loads in them…" Needless to say I didn't last long before I blew a second load in his ass. Afterwards, he told me that getting pozzed is a huge fantasy for him, but he's still trying to be responsible, hence the PrEP. Though if it happened one of these days he wouldn't really be surprised. I mean he gets thousands of loads in his ass every year… The top asked me if I was on PrEP. I told him "No, though I was in a PrEP-related study years ago." Then he asked "Aren't you worried?" I didn't want to elaborate too much so just told him I wasn't all that worried since I was a total top. He looked at me with a big smirk and said, "Well, if that ever changes…" I could barely sleep that night. I had to figure out how to get the Latino to poz Mike so Mike could poz me. Then it struck me – I still had left over pills from when I was in the PrEP study that looked just like Truvada. They'd told me at the end that I was in the placebo arm of the study and to throw the pills away – that they were just useless sugar pills. I'd kept them just as a kind of souvenir, but maybe they were my ticket to getting pozzed… I mean if I could substitute them for Mike's Truvada, maybe he'd get pozzed, and then poz me… Next time I went to fuck Mike I went into the bathroom and there in the medicine cabinet were a bunch of bottles of Truvada for the various guys who lived there and one belonged to Mike. Jackpot! I was a bit surprised they'd just leave those in a medicine cabinet where anyone had access to them, but I wasn't gonna complain. That fuck session with Mike was pretty intense. We went into one of the private rooms and did all sorts of poz talk – I telling him he was just a worthless bug chaser, that sluts like him don't deserve PrEP, and so on. He seemed to love it. As he was blowing his load in me I was like "So, you gonna make me a poz top so I can infect a bunch of neg guys?" That gave him a big smirk on his face. You could tell he wanted to poz guys as much as I did. When we'd blown our loads we laid there chatting a bit. I asked how often he takes loads from the toxic Latino and he said 2 to 3 times a week since the guy lives nearby. I was thinking "Bingo!", but answered "That's so hot!" I asked about the whole testing and PrEP thing. He said everyone in the house was on PrEP – that they had a doc that came once a month for STD tests and then every three months the tests included an HIV test and the other tests you need when you're on PrEP. I casually asked "So when was your last HIV test then?" I hoped the question didn't seem too odd, but it didn't seem to phase him – he said "We get tested the first of every month and then see the doc for the PrEP appointment a week later if it's first month of the quarter – so January, April, etc. They make it simple to remember 'cause we're not allowed to miss the tests or the appointment." That night when I went home I did the math… I sort wanted to see if I could get him pozzed and not have it discovered for a while. I wanted as many of his toxic loads in me as possible before he found out and went on meds. I gambled a little that they weren't using the tests that detect an infection immediately after it happens, so I wanted him to get pozzed about 2-3 weeks before an HIV test. And it takes about 2 weeks for PrEP to leave your system, so that meant I had to get him off his PrEP and onto placebo about 4 weeks before an HIV test. His next test was October 1, so I needed to get him on placebo the first few days of September… Perfect… that was just 2 weeks away! The next time we fucked I pushed him on the idea of going off PrEP, but he wouldn't budge. Then the time after that I suggested that once a week he give me one of his pills – basically lowering his dose to 6 pills a week. I told him how studies said he had full protection with as few as 4 pills per week, so 6 was still really good. But he should do it 'cause he knew deep down he was a bug chaser… Initially he said 'no', but I could tell something in him wanted to do it. Finally he said "Wait there" and a minute later he came back with a pill in his hand. I quickly put the pill in my pants pocket so it would be out of sight, out of mind, and he wouldn't change his mind and want it back. I could tell he was wanting to play with fire, but knew he was on the fence. On September 3rd I went over and took my bottle of placebo pills. I had quite a few 'cause they terminated the study unexpectedly because the preliminary results had come through and the effectiveness of PrEP was really clear. They had given me a 30 day supply just before they found out they were terminating things. And I wasn't quite done with the previous bottle of pills. Anyway, I found Mike's bottle of Truvada, took out the 6 pills that were inside and replaced them with 6 placebo pills. A week later I went back and found his new bottle freshly opened and took all but 5 pills out. I mixed my placebos with those 5 pills and put them all back in the bottle. I mixed in some of his real Truvada because I wanted to stretch out the placebos. I figured he'd be averaging about 1 or 2 pills of Truvada per week which was way too low to give him any protection. I made sure to go hookup with him a couple times a week in part to see if I could figure out when he got fuck flu. Each time I'd ask how many loads he'd gotten from the toxic Latino. Good news was that the Latino was fucking him pretty regularly as well. Needless to say I'd get totally boned knowing Mike was losing his protection against the Latino's dirty loads. I also pushed him to reduce his PrEP usage even further. Every time I went I'd ask for a pill (2 per week). The first time or two he said he'd given me one last time so I had to wait. Then a couple weeks later he said "You said 4 pills was full protection, right?" I said yes. He got quiet and then ran out for a pill. That made me so hard, I threw him on his belly and fucked him telling him he was a good bug chaser. I kept watching him for fuck flu symptoms but it never really came. There were two times in a row toward the end of the month when he said he felt run down, but Mike was a slut and wasn't letting that slow him down. I hoped that was him going through fuck flu, but wasn't sure. November 10th came and I brought my 7 remaining pills, plus the 7 he'd given me that were probably mostly placebo. I mixed those into the pills at the top of his bottle so he'd still not be getting the recommended dose for the next two or thee weeks, but unfortunately I knew he'd be back on full strength PrEP before the end of the month. A few days later I felt pretty run down as well. Given the timing – 2 weeks after taking Mike's load when he was "feeling run down" – I was hopeful I was now poz, but wasn't quite sure. Then my plan was over and my placebo pills were all gone. I didn't even know for sure if it had worked, but I hoped it had. After I felt run down I cut back the hookups with Mike to once a week and made him give me two pills each time I showed up. And I made sure every load I could blow went into a bottom who at least claimed to be neg. Actually, if the plan had worked and the strain didn't cause fuck flu that was sorta perfect for stealthing guys. They'd never be able to pinpoint a time when they got pozzed, so never figure out it was me who pozzed them. I gotta say it was SO hot breeding all those unsuspecting bottoms! Some were on PrEP, but who knows about the others? I always carried a doctored condom with me in case they insisted on me rubbering up I just wished I knew for sure if I was infecting them… New Year's Eve came and I spent it at Mike's place – there was a HUGE sex party down on the ground floor. The toxic Latino was there. I finally found out his name – Felix. At the stroke of midnight he blew his load in Mike's hole and then I followed with my (hopefully) poz load. At one point we were all so drunk. Mike's hole was dripping with cum and I said laughingly "You get tested tomorrow, right? Bet with all the alcohol in your system your liver function tests won't look so great". He laughed and said "Yeah, the New Year's Day tests are always bad – sometimes they have to repeat them…" I smiled and thought to myself - hopefully they won't be focusing on your liver tests this time… After New Year's some friends wanted to go to Puerto Vallarta to escape the cold weather so it was a couple weeks before I got back to see Mike. I made him promise to skip his PrEP even though I wasn't there to take his pills. He promised me he'd keep skipping the two days a week. I tried to talk him up to three days a week, but he said he didn't want to push it. But he admitted he's been thinking of stopping completely. That doing so much poz talk with me and Felix really makes him wanna be poz. But he just can't bring himself to go off PrEP and let it happen. It was hot hearing him say that. I knew if my plan hadn't worked that he'd probably just choose to get pozzed in the not-too-distant future. The trip to Puerto Vallarta was a blast. I fucked SO many guys! I gotta say being in a country with no PrEP and suspecting that you're high viral load poz is really incredibly intense. I made sure to ask all the bottoms whether they were neg and assured them that my last test was neg as well And somehow the condom always seemed to break when they insisted I use one (lol). I desperately wanted to know if I was poz, but knowing none of the bottoms were on PrEP and most still took my load willingly… Well, you can't beat that! I sorta expected Mike to text me after he saw his doctor to say he was poz, but I never got the text. That made me wonder if I'd managed to poz him after all. But when I got back and went to his place he pulled me into one of the private rooms, put his whole bottle of Truvada in my hand and said "I won't be needing the pills anymore… You know how you kept saying it'd be hot if I got pozzed and pozzed you in the process? Well, it looks like you got your wish. My test came back poz and on top of that I've managed to poz all the other guys in the house and probably tons of other guys, including you. So you're probably poz now too." I got an instant boner and just wanted to fuck, but stopped myself and asked "ALL the other guys in the house? Aren't they on PrEP?" He said "Yeah, but it looks like it's a Truvada-resistant strain." I was a little dumbfounded. I mean I'd meant for him to get pozzed and poz me, but never imagined it would go much much beyond that except maybe a few "total tops" who weren't on PrEP but let Mike "jack off" into their asses. "So are you telling all the guys you've fucked to get tested? I mean you've gotten your load into a lot of 'total tops' and they've probably fucked a lot of other guys…" He looked sheepish and said, "There's a warning sign on the door as you come in the house. We've decided that's all the warning they get. There's just too many guys to tell…" I thought some of the previous sessions with him had been intense, but that one was off the hook. This time we knew he was poz and giving me a toxic load. And we suspected the load I was giving him was toxic as well. You always hear how sex is hotter when you're poz – well, I totally experienced it swapping toxic loads with him! After we fucked I asked if it was Felix who infected him. "Doesn't look like it – we've checked and his strain isn't Truvada-resistant. His strain is similar, but different. Though I wonder if reducing the amount of PrEP is what did it? But since my strain is meds-resistant I must have just gotten fucked by the wrong top." I corrected him "…Or the right top…" He said "Yeah, I know. Now that I've had time to digest it, I'm not sure why I tried to stay neg… I love being poz… Whoever he was, he was the right top!" Before that point I had never really thought about a strain being Truvada-resistant or not. But what he said made me realize that me putting him being on really low doses of PrEP, and then him going back to full-strength PrEP when the placebo ran out is probably how Felix's strain became Truvada-resistant. But I didn't share my thoughts – I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him what I'd done. Then I asked if he was going on meds. "No, we've all sorta decided to stay off meds. I mean the horse has escaped, there's no point closing the barn door now… I gotta say though – it's cool watching some of the bottoms really get into being gift giving tops. We used to discourage bottoms from coming here, but now we're seeing how many we can get in to breed. It's only been a couple weeks, but damn, it's a lot of fun! Especially all those prissy Truvada whores who think they can fuck raw and get away with it… I used to be like that… Now we all just gangbang them and go home pozzed." I went home completely stunned. My plan to infect one guy plus myself looks like it's infected hundreds of guys. And if they keep it up and everyone that goes to that house winds up poz, and the tops and tourists go and spread it further, the numbers could get into the thousands pretty quickly. I'm just conflicted whether I should tell Mike what I did. He seems to be enjoying his new status, but it may not stay that way and given that this is gonna turn into a little mini epidemic, I don't know whether I want people to know it was me who started it…

My name is Felix and I've been fucking this bug chaser named Mike for about a year now. He lives in this brownstone in Harlem which is just a big fuck house. They call it the Bareback Bunkhouse (a play on the whole #BBBH Twitter thing). Basically everyone in the house is a slut. You can go there pretty much any time of the day and find an ass to breed. I call him a bug chaser but he was on PrEP. Thing is he really got off taking my unmedicated poz loads. I didn't tell him I wasn't on meds at first. Then one day he asked and I fessed up. You shoulda seen his reaction – he was like a kid in a candy store. I think he woulda taken my load every day if I'd wanted to fuck the same hole that often. He'd literally BEG for me to poz him. I pumped like a load or two in him every week. He even made me promise to never jack off. If I needed to cum and couldn't find a bottom, I just went over and fucked him. And every time he'd beg me to poz him, and tell me how he wanted me to be his "Poz Papi". It was actually really hot. I love converting neg hole, and usually don't play with guys on PrEP 'cause they don't really get into the fact that I'm toxic, but Mike was different… But he did have one rule – we could only do poz talk when there weren't other guys around. This one time I did slip a little though. It was me and this other top fucking him and as I came I said "You want me to knock you up boy?" He replied "Sí Papi!" (he liked playing on the fact that I was Latino). So as blew my load in his ass I said something like "There you go boy, take that dirty load." I didn't think I stepped over the line, but the other top figured it out – his eyes lit up and he said "Are you toxic?" I sheepishly said, "Yeah." I could tell he was totally turned on by it and asked my viral load and I told him a month before it was something like 200,000. He had already blown a load in Mike's hole, but he got really hard and went back to fucking Mike telling him he was a dirty whore, a bug chaser, and he wanted to work my dirty load deeper into Mike's ass. After he blew his second load he pulled out and told me it was really hot fucking a hole that was lubed with high viral load cum. I asked the other top if he ever bottoms ('cause I converting tops). He said 'no' – that taking loads is hot in theory, but he really hates getting fucked. I asked if he were neg or poz. He said neg. I asked if he was on PrEP and he said he'd thought about it, even been in a PrEP related study years ago, but as a top he didn't really feel like he was at that much risk. (lol) I've pozzed some guys who weren't on PrEP, but never had any luck knocking up the "Truvada Whores". I always wished I could, but never was able to (trust me, I tried – repeatedly!) I suggested Mike go off PrEP 'cause I thought being poz sorta suited him, but he seemed to want to keep the whole poz thing as a fantasy – not actually get pozzed. But it seems he he managed to get pozzed anyway. Before we fucked a couple weeks ago he told me "Hey, you know how I always wanted you to poz me? Well, you might have managed to do it… I just found out I'm poz, and it looks like my strain is meds resistant 'cause I've pozzed all the guys in the house, and probably a bunch of other guys too… It's sorta intense when I think about it…" He continued… "You're the only high viral load guy I know that's been breeding me, do you mind if my doc takes some blood to see if I got it from you? I know you're not meds resistant, but they're curious how I got pozzed." I said "sure" and a week or so later heard that my strain was really similar to his except he was meds resistant for Truvada and I'm not. They're wondering if it was because he was on PrEP when he got pozzed. But how did my strain get through the meds and get its job done? My guess is that he's such a slut he just gave the PrEP more than it could handle. I gotta say it's been really hot fucking his hole since he told me about getting pozzed. As a poz newbie I'm sure his viral load was through the roof, and I love toxic fucks! And it's really hot knowing Mike pozzed all those guys without even realizing it. Gotta love vers guys… Poz one of them up and they can spread it like wildfire! I really do wonder if it's a variant of my strain coursing through all those guys… I kinda hope it is… [To be continued]

My name is Tyrone. I moved into the Bareback Bunkhouse a month ago on my 18th birthday and today the guy who runs the house, Nick, got us all together for a meeting while "the guests" were busy with a sex party downstairs. Mike, one of the guys who's been here a while, got up and told everyone that the doc had told him that he was poz and had a Truvada-resistant strain and since he'd fucked all of us (literally), they did tests and it looked like we were all poz. Actually, me and Tino came back "indeterminate" but in the doc's experience that usually comes back as poz in cases like this. My first reaction was FUCK!, I only just turned 18 and now I'm poz. Fuck, fuck fuck! I mean in the month I've been here I've take a lot of loads from my roommates, and they're all infected. There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna come out of this neg. It seems like stuff like this always happens to me. I won't go into all the details, but I had a lot of guys take advantage of me sexually starting when I was pretty young. I left home at 16 'cause I figured at I could make my own life. I knew I'd have to do sex work, but I wanted the sex to be on my terms and it wasn't like that at home. An outreach program for homeless kids found me on the streets and got me on PrEP a little over a year ago since pretty much none of the guys who were fucking me wanted to use condoms. I thought that would protect me. Then when I learned about Bareback Bunkhouse I figured finally I'd have a stable roof over my head and the sex really would be on my own terms. Nick doesn't allow guys to turn tricks in the house so he hooked me up with a barback job at a gay bar. The owner there wanted me to work in nothing more than a jockstrap and every now and then he fucks me, but hey, I don't actually mind sex with him and it gives me money to live at the house, so it's all good. But just when I thought things were looking up, now this… When Mike told everyone they were poz there was just silence. One guy said "…but we're on PrEP…". Mike just answered "guys, I take like 6,000 loads a year". Even if you just take half that – that's a lot of anonymous cum in your ass. PrEP isn't 100% effective – we pushed it and our luck ran out. Then there was more silence. We must have known our luck would run out eventually. I was a little pissed that it was only a month after moving in, but yeah, I couldn't see my luck holding for even a year and half like it had for Mike. I mean Mike was a whore, but I'm 18 and look 16 – everyone seems to want to cum in my ass. I probably take more loads than Mike. 6,000 loads? I'd never really done the math, but yeah, we're beyond even sluts and guys like us just wind up poz – PrEP or no PrEP. Finally Nick said, "So what do you guys want me to do? Should I shut down the house? What do you guys think is appropriate? I mean I'm a little numb about finding out I'm poz, so I really don't know what I should do." There was more silence and then I said, "This house is too important to me. For the first time in my life I have a home I actually like. I don't wanna give that up." I saw some of the other guys nodding their heads – I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Some of us really loved the house. A few guys were still clearly conflicted and mad at the world, mad at Mike, mad at Nick. There was more silence but I finally said "Look I'm not really sure I'm poz, but I do know I wanna stay here with all of you. I want a connection with you. I want your dicks in me. I want your loads. I know this is weird timing, but would you guys just all fuck me and dump a load in me? I feel numb right now and I just need to give up control. And honestly I'd rather know I'm poz than hold out hope for something that isn't gonna happen. So just fuck me and if I'm not poz I will be - at least I'll know for sure…" A few of the guys got huge grins on their faces and you could see their dicks jump to life. Luis looked right at me and said "Get over here and suck my poz cock, BUG CHASER". I did as I was told and as my mouth wrapped around his dick I felt someone rimming my ass. Then all the other guys got into it. One after the other they surrounded me and took turns fucking me and breeding me while the other guys egged them on to blow toxic loads in my 18 y.o. boy hole. Clearly being gift givers turned them on 'cause they all came really fast… Just a half hour later all 12 guys had dumped a toxic load in me. I looked around – they were all my poz daddies now and I finally felt like I had a home and some real connections to guys who felt like family to me. Yeah, it was a bit fucked up, but not any more than the rest of my life. When everyone was done, Nick brought up a potential problem… "What do we do about the Health Department? You guys know Mike – he's gotten his toxic load in all sorts of guys – both bottoms and tops, and they've gone out and fucked all sorts of other guys… The health department is gonna freak out and wanna try to shut us down." There was a brief pause and James, who works as a paralegal at a law firm, spoke up and said "Actually, I'm not sure they can. We can sue them if they reveal our HIV status, and since so many of us are poz, if they even identify the location of the house, that's revealing our HIV status. You know that sign on the door that says guys who enter have sex at their own risk, and that people they have sex with here may be HIV positive or have other STDs? Well, that's what's gonna save our ass. I say we just shut up and let that sign be fair warning to all the guys who come here to fuck around." There was some discussion but in the end we all agreed that seemed like the best way to move forward. Just tell no one. Admit nothing. But Nick reminded us – don't actually lie about our status. Just say nothing… Then Jamie brought up another thing – "So is everyone gonna go on meds?" Mike spoke up first "I don't know about you guys but it turns me on knowing I'm poz. I didn't intend to infect all of you, but it sorta makes me hard knowing I did. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna stop spreading my seed." Then Bryan said "Damn bro! I can't believe you just admitted to that, but yeah, it'd be totally hot to make this a house where guys come to get pozzed and swap toxic loads. Yeah, part of me would rather have stayed neg, but the other part of me would love to be a gift giving top." You could just see the thought going through everyone's mind. We were sorta changing the mission statement of the house from us getting as many loads as possible, to us pozzing as many guys as possible. I mean if Mike was Truvada-resistant we probably were to. Just think of all the neg holes we could knock up! I've always been a bottom, but just thinking about pozzing guys was turning me on. For the first time in my life I wanted to be vers At this point Mike stood up, with a big hard on and said "Let's get downstairs to the party! We've got asses to poz!" Down at the party the visiting guys quickly realized that my ass was completely cummy. I mean 12 loads is a lot of cum… The tops LOVED it. God knows how many more loads I got that night, but it was a lot… Little did they know their dicks were marinating in a highly toxic brew. I'm usually a bottom, but that night as the night when I started being vers. There was this "oral top" who loved playing with my dick. I've got a pretty big one and it looks even bigger 'cause I'm short and skinny. Anyway, the top clearly didn't want to get fucked, so I did what I've seen Mike do and I talked him into letting me just stick it in his hole as I came. He was so infatuated with me I think he might even let me fuck him next time. It was a total turn on pozzing him. I wonder if he's got a wife or boyfriend at home… I came three times that night and each time I got it in some neg guy's ass. Maybe being poz wasn't so bad after all… [To be continued…]

[If you read a different first part to the story, sorry about that, as I was writing it I wanted to change how things played out so I had the moderators change the first chapter. Now onto the 2nd chapter…] Hey… My name is Mike and I just heard some news and not quite sure what to think about it. I live in this fuck house where I fuck and get fucked A LOT, and the guy who owns/runs the house just told me I tested poz and it looks like I've infected everyone else in the house (including him). Those are just the ones he knows about for sure – there've been tons of other guys who've stopped by the house that I've fucked, and then there's all the guys my housemates and the other guys have fucked… It's a bit of a huge mess! Thing is, I'm sorta ambivalent. Part of me has always wanted to be poz, but deep down I'm pretty responsible so I went on PrEP to stay neg. But not only did I manage to get pozzed, but it seems I've pozzed all the guys I live with (there are 12 of us in the house – two had "indeterminate" results, but I probably pozzed them as well). I guess if it's gonna happen it's gonna happen to someone like me. I mean I've been living here for a year and a half and my goal is to get 10 loads a day, and give 2, and I almost never have a problem meeting my goal. Weekends I get more like 20 loads a day and give 3-4. That's like 120 loads a week in my ass. There are some weeks where I can't fuck 'cause I'm clearing up an STD, but still I've probably taken around 9,000 loads (!) since moving in here – and given close to 2,000. I guess that's bound to catch up to you, right? Still, I'm only 21 and I'm poz and toxic… But honestly, I'm also sorta turned on… There's this one top (Felix) who fucks me a couple times a week. I knew he was poz, but thought he was on meds, but then he confided in me that he wasn't taking meds and had a high viral load. That made me want his loads even more. He'd been fucking me for months at that point and I'd gone through at least one round of HIV testing and still tested neg, so I figured the PrEP was working, and saying 'no' to him felt like closing the barn door after the cows had left – if he was gonna infect me, it would have happened already, right? So every time he'd come over I'd use one of the little rooms where we're allowed to do private 1-on-1s and beg him to knock me up and poz me (I didn't want the other guys in the house to hear me begging to be pozzed). I mean he was pretty hot and I was totally into him, and part of me really wanted to be poz. I thought he'd make the perfect "poz papi". But he's been fucking me for almost a year now. Why am I just now testing poz? Nick, the guy who runs the house, and his doctor sat me down and told me that, on top of being poz, my strain is Truvada-resistant – which is how I managed to poz everyone else in the house. But if Felix had been meds-resistant wouldn't he have infected me sooner? So now we gotta go tell the guys that I pozzed them. I'm not sure if I'm gonna get beaten up or if it's gonna turn into some huge poz orgy… Wish me luck! [To be continued…]

JFC: From the day the vaccines were announced, they were touted as a TWO shot regimen - it didn't "go" to a second vaccine. Were you just living under a rock for the entire pandemic unable to read, watch, or hear the news? Or did you just not understand the words they were using? I can't think of any other way to explain not understanding, FROM THE BEGINNING, that there would be a two-shot sequence. And like MOST vaccines given to adults, particularly for mutable viral agents (like flu), there's almost always a booster or annual shot. It's true we did not know, in December 2020 (which is when the vaccines were released - UNDER PRESIDENT FUCKHEAD TRUMP, mind you, so you can't blame Biden if you weren't told from day one) whether boosters would specifically be needed. But again, anyone who isn't suffering from cranio-rectal inversion would have heard, very early on, that the virus was, in fact, mutating and would probably require boosters to maintain efficacy against it.

more please , i want to know how they fuck after slamming

Love that imagery, I've had similar trips where I thought my mate was the Devil and it just horned me up even more.

If only such parties were real…😈💦☣️

Never push out! I got slapped once by a top doing that. Unless the tops asked to see it then I'll doit. Love it when I'm heading home dripping.

If you keep the loads in your cumdump then us tops who love cum can felch them out of your cunts. Damn, I just made my own cock hard.

Yes, I regularly serviced boys of all ages.

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.

I enjoy using my poz cock on as many neg fuckholes as possible. I really get off on pumping my infected loads into an unsuspecting neg. It thrills me. Guys react so differently when they get the “news”. Some get depressed. Some go berserk. I know one guy who killed himself. I could barely suppress a smile. I used to be a bottom, which is why I pozzed so quickly. Now I’m a top, not because of a change of heart—but because I do community service. Do you realize there are a thousand bottoms out there waiting to be bred, and not enough tops to go around. I mean, right here in San Francisco, there are more than I can handle. It’s so hot to seed an unsuspecting neg—from raging queens—to sex police—to gay rights advocates—to teens barely out of puberty—to married dudes (doubly sweet if they share it with their spouses). I strive to put a little excitement in their lives. Give them a manly cause to die for. And since most of them are closeted, explaining poz challenges their intellects. I meet these dudes online, reststops, the bookstore, and the baths. I'm amazed at the number of fags out there, both bi and gay, who can't wait to get my poz jizz up their assholes. Course they don’t know I’m poz, and I don’t tell them. You play, you pay, I figure. I’d lie about it first. But they never ask. Most don’t even mention condoms. In the past few weeks, I’ve seeded 7 guys (three at the baths, two at the bookstore, and two I’ve met online). Oh, yeah, and in-between I’ve taken a few loads myself. Maybe neg, maybe poz. Like the others, I don’t ask. One morning, on my way to school, I stopped to see a guy I met online. I drive by his place twice a day. The dude, who emailed me his pic, just graduated from law school—25, great body. Soon as I got in his living room, he went down on me. As my poison precum dribbled down his chin, I got to thinking how nice it’d be to poz my first solicitor. I thought of molding him into a total man slut like myself, if I could do it without encumbrances. Life’s too short for emotional entanglements. In my world faggots cum and go. They sicken, crawl off into a corner, and croak. So it’s best not to form attachments. I know that sounds callous, but I didn’t make the rules. While I’m all this was running through my head, he got me nice and boned; and I pursued him into the bedroom. He got on hands and knees and offered me his AIDS-free ass. I dropped my drawers, and as he stretched to reach a condom, I drilled him. He fell back to support himself, as I plowed him raw and bareback. I didn’t have a lot of time to screw around, and before long my poison jizz was spewing in his asshole. As I came in him, the stupid dude cried out, "Spray it on me man. Shoot all over me!" I never let a charged load go to waste like that. But not wanting to upset his applecart, I pulled it out and milked my dick like I was cumming. The horny dude beat off like mad and shot his cream all over his chest and stomach. I lapped up his uncontaminated seed. Since I’d skipped breakfast, the liquid protein, despite its infertility, flowed smoothly down my throat, silencing my growling stomach. Yum! Yum! As I pulled up my jeans and pulled my tee back over my head, he started asking questions. Did I live with someone? Where I went to school. What was I studying? And so on. Exasperated, I responded, "Dude, I'm in a hurry. I’m late for class." He looked hurt, and I knew I’d have to mend my fences. I kissed him and wrote down my number. I explained that my attendance hadn’t been the most pristine, and that if I stuck around, there’d be dreadful consequences. Which in part was true, cause another load of poison was brewing in my balls, and if I tarried another minute I’d be dicking him again. We made a date for Tuesday. After a lingering kiss which would surely would have soon led to things I was in a hurry to avoid, I departed. As I drove off, I prayed my toxic jizz had done its job. I pictured my malignant cum dripping from his manhole. He’d soon conclude I’d cum in him. But by Tuesday all would be forgiven and forgotten, his health concerns supplemented by his need to fuck again. That night he called me. We mutually wished that Tuesday weren’t so far away, though I had other obligations, like the bookstore, reststop, and what I hoped would be a raucously prolific Saturday-Sunday at the Baths. I dreamt of him that night. How tearfully he confided he was poz, and how I feigned surprise. How I fucked him after that, ostensibly to show support, though my intent was reinfection. How I got him used to poz on poz, which, considering us, was easy. From there it was a baby step to poz on neg, as I enticed him into 3-ways at the baths, until he was fucking addicted.

Got me at the first time with Greg. Cody seems like a fun addition and that he got Greg back even better. Time for a good threesome with these men and maybe a dp as well. Ben will never turn back to what he was before. Keep it up.

I dump my loads in way over a thousand ass. I breed ass since i m 12. The more the better

I was told that I should start with playing with myself with dildos. First with regular size then gradually move on to bigger sizes. You need to get used the sensation of your ass getting stretched by big items. In time, you will learn to relax and enjoy the sensation. Of course it would be nice if you could do it just using poppers and alcohol but I find a little bit of T really helps a lot . I do agree that slamming may not be a good idea. You just need a little enhancement to put you to a good space . You don’t want to be so frigging high that it masks your pain. Another advantage of playing with yourself is that you can really pace yourself. Some tops are not very patient especially those dominant tops who tend to push your limit. As for myself, I have been flirting with the idea of getting fisted for many many years but I have not committed myself to try to be a fistee until recently. I am so used to getting fucked by big dicks that getting fisted is not such a giant leap for me.

POZ T O X I C

How I met my daddy.

I'l just add this. I think Health Officials dropped the ball in spreading the word on both meningitis and hepatitis. I noticed as early as 2018 that my local supermarket/pharmacy in Florida (and those who live here know the one I am referring to) was advertising to get a hepatitis A shot. I went to my doctor and mentioned this, and he informed me at that time that Hepatitis was at epidemic proportions (at least in Pinellas county, where I live). I didn't see anything from the state of Florida or the CDC, so I took the test for all three forms of hepatitis to be on the safe side. Warning: The medication for Hep C is incredibly expensive. If you test positive, you will be required to go back to the lab and have another blood test, as well as a urine test (think job application urinalysis). What are they looking for? Illegal "enhancements" as we say on this Forum. Major health care companies can DENY you the very expensive medication if you show positive for crystal, coke, or worse. Do you see where I am going with this? In other words, if you think you are positive, make sure you have nothing in your system when you go back for the second blood test. Medicare, United Health Care can and will deny you the medication. That particular test is not automatically paid for by Medicare, you must have a clean result or they can bill you for the test itself. They also will not pay one of the most popular meds, Mavyret, which goes for a lofty $13,000 for a four week treatment. Most guys require eight weeks, and in some cases, twelve weeks. I am disappointed in health care officials, but that is nothing new. They were aware of at least the hepatitis situation back in 2017 or 2018, now we have meningitis, monkeypox, and always have been in danger of hepatitis. Why is it always the gays, why?

I really wish u would have told her, “I’m having sex multiple times a week with the college boys so I probably need the shot.” Her facial reaction would have been priceless.

Looking for a story that a straight college guy and his gf plays with a dealer. Eventually dealer turns the boy into his pussy, gf dumps him and they become a couple pozzing and chemming college kids

Ha! No, but that's one of my favorite stories on the site! SOOOO good. The story had a tall, arrogant, young top in a leather bar that treated older guys like they were pathetic. I only found it in the past few months, but my external drive crashed. It was a multi-chapter story. The top gets roofied, strung up in a sling with a hood that gets filled with (something), gangbanged, taken home to a cage, taken to an arcade to be used, taken to the bathhouse, gangbanged, strung up and flogged, and fisted (the daddy actually jacks off inside him).